SWEDISH BABE HOT TO TROT!
hi,
iÕm 3 years old. i live in Sweden. I am on aol too. (Ôcause itÕs easy for
policemen and 3 year old girls who need to learn about sex to use.) You
can help me learn about the internet, and if we also happen to talk about
sex it will (of course) be purely by accident.
I am wondering if you could write me a story. Personally, i am eager for
kinky, non-consensual sex. please write to me and tell me how you love to
rape 3-year-olds and how youÕd love to rape me.
Also, despite being 3-years-old i have lots of jpegs and photos of myself
in my birthday suit that I am longing to send to you.
LetÕs share!
your fwiend,
jill
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 85
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Las Vegas Lust
Chapter Two
Several girls toyed with my nipples as I took on the third man. He
decided to see if he could go deeper down my throat than my previous
paramour. I did my best to help him break his record, but with little
success. I seemed to be falling into a pattern where I could get maybe a
little more than half down, but then I was overcome by spasms of gagging.
Needless to say, I was not performing nearly as well in this area of
endeavor as I had claimed I could on the form.
My lips were starting to feel sore as I took the fourth man. We got
him down a little deeper, but not by much. My clitoris enjoyed a few more
swipes of Elaine's finger as I gagged.
On the fifth man, Elaine decided to try an ice cube on me to shock me
into opening wider. She took a linen handkerchief between her fingers to
protect them from the cold. I lay there watching her out of one eye, the
other being blocked by the man's penis, which had lodged itself in me at
about the halfway position. Elaine plucked the cube from a wine bucket
and I watched it descend toward my pussy. Suddenly I wrenched upward as
it touched me, and my head fell back. This sudden spasm released my
throat, and the man's penis surged deeper. When the spasm had passed I
lay there panting around his rod, little gusts of air whooshing out the
corners of my mouth.
"Can you still breathe?!" Gina asked, concerned. I considered for a
moment, not sure, then did my best to nod yes.
"Two more men are all you have to go," Melinda said when the fifth
had withdrawn and I complained that my lips would get blisters. In came
the sixth, he had made up his mind to end his agony and spill. I fought him
a little, twisting my face to and fro, trying to slip him over his breaking
point and into a second wind without ever coming. Melinda figured out
what I was doing and did not punish me for it. Instead she poised her
whippy rod at the man's bare buns and told him she would start smacking
the minute he started coming.
This man, however, was not to be dissuaded. Melinda could have had
a girl hold his balls, but she was eager to use her rod if the opportunity
presented itself. The man didn't worry about depth but went for rapidity
of thrusts. In and out he forced himself, sometimes getting no more than
a quarter of his penis in me. Suddenly, with a grunt, he started shooting.
Melinda started beating.
When the man had been beaten off with the help of my mouth and
Melinda's rod, he rose, rubbed his bottom, turned and walked away. His
butt was covered with red lines. In fact I got the feeling that he would
have stayed in mouth mouth longer, teasing out the final drops of his
come, but he couldn't take any more of Melanie's punishment. At once he
began dressing, despite imprecations from the other guests to stay. Then
he left.
By the time the sixth man had departed the seventh, who happened to
be my Joe, was already gently easing himself back and forth between my
lips. I looked up at him with wide, wet eyes. "Please don't come," I had
begged him just prior to his entering me. He promised not to. Melanie
hoped to ensure his compliance by placing her rod against his butt.
Chapter Three
Despite two crises Joe managed not to come. The girls and I
commended him when, reluctantly, he finally withdrew, to plunge again
another hour.
Melinda appeared next to me with a small, ornately decorated box.
"What's that?" I asked with a pert smile. It was simple
inquisitiveness on my part, but I should have known better than to ask
such a question at an orgy.
"What we have here, little lady," said Melinda with a proud smile, "is
a boxful of dildos." She drew out the first. It was long and ridged.
"Before the night is over I want you to take each one of these."
"Up my bottom?!" I asked, shocked. Melinda and the other girls
laughed.
"No, my dear, just up your twat," Melinda said. She insisted on
showing me each dildo in turn and then having Gina press just the front
part of the head into my pussy. Sometimes Gina would rotate the head
about a little bit.
About halfway through this odd "dildo outing," I managed to get
Melinda to promise to untie me after she had shown me all her fake
penises. I was surprised at this, but of course all I had done was inspire
Melinda to new heights of perversity with my request.
True to her word, I was untied once I had seen (and sampled) all the
dildos. The ropes were undone and I sat up slowly, rubbing my back. An
ice bucket's contents had melted and Melinda had a man bring it over to
her. As I sat perched on the edge of the coffee table, Melinda gently
bathed my spermy face with the icy water, using her hand. I stiffened as
some of the water trickled down to my nipples.
None of my restraints were removed. Melinda had my clothes
brought over and insisted I get dressed in them once more, but without
taking off my leather straps. I got a sinking feeling of what she had in
mind as I tucked my blouse underneath the leather belt about my waist.
Sure enough, a moment later she told the group she wished to take us
gambling.
By now it was early evening, and the casino floor was in full swing.
There I was, in my little mini, my black bra luridly visible beneath my
blouse, my pantied rear getting quite a bit of exposure. I tried to keep my
hands on the back of my skirt as much as possible. This, however, was not
the least of my problems. My wrists, ankles, and even the tops of my
knees were still adorned with the leather restraints, sans ropes, of
course. Their big brass rings swung to and fro, and if one could not form
an opinion of their purpose by looking at them there was always the big
leather belt about my waist...and the dog collar. I tried to stay in the
midst of our group as much as possible, not the least because I was a
minor and not even supposed to be on the floor!
Our group did not stay together, however. Soon I found myself only
with three girls, Melinda, Gina, and Monique, and two men, Joe and Steve. I
liked Steve, despite his loss of control in the room. It became apparent to
me that hiding was no longer a viable option. My love for Steve was
growing by every minute, even competing with my love for Joe. I gave up
trying to keep my skimpy attire from the crowd. I snuggled close to
Steve, watching him play, trying a hand myself. Then I would switch to
Joe, purring and pressing myself against him like a little kitten. It
became obvious to the men that a new situation had developed, that I was
eager to please both of them. Thankfully, instead of competing against
each other for who would own me, they saw the opportunity of double-
pronging me later up in the room. I wanted to run away with just the two
of them. But Melinda kept an eye on me, determined not to let her little
initiate escape. Joe and Steve dared not cross her. They themselves could
wander off, but if they took me with them that would anger Melinda. It
was whispered to me that Melinda paid many of our local club's bills, and
much as the men liked me they knew Melinda would be hosting future
parties with equally delectable young ladies like myself. I, not wanting to
lose my access to the club while Joe and Steve remained, didn't cross
Melinda either.
Later, when the club saw how much money Melinda was blowing, we
were invited into a private gambling room, where the stakes were even
higher. Melinda sat right down and got back to the business of frittering
away her unloving husband's fortune. I impudently sat down next to her
and said I wanted to play too.
"I'll be happy to advance you some money, darling," Melinda said, but
first you must lose what you have.
"But I don't have any money," I said. "Well, twenty dollars, in case
Joe's car breaks down on the way home." Melinda eyed me craftily.
"I could be cruel, but I won't be," Melinda said. "Sacrifice your bra
and panties, and then I'll give you the money." I put my hand to my mouth
and stifled a gasp.
"I-Is there a private elevator from here back up to our room?" I
asked.
"Nope," Melinda said, checking the cards in her first hand. The dealer
seemed oblivious to our conversation. "You'll have to go back through the
lobby, just like you did before."
"Well, uh..." I felt embarrassed. I had insisted on playing, but now it
seemed all I'd be able to do was back out.
"Of course, you might win," Melinda said with a sly smile.
"Alright," I said, steeling myself to what I knew were the inevitable
consequences. "Which do I have to ante up first, my bra or my panties?"
"Your choice," Melinda said. "But I guarantee you if you lose you
won't ever get them back, because I'm going to sit right here while I play
and burn holes in them with my cigarette. However, since I want to have a
bit of fun more than anything with you, I'm going to pay you for them right
now whether you lose them or not." She took several hundred dollar bills
out of her purse, not bothering to count them. She handed them to me.
"Here, but you can't use this money to gamble. It's strictly to buy you new
underwear when you get home." I took the money and, knowing damn well I
wasn't going to win and hating myself for butting in, I stuffed it in the
only remaining secure place on my person...the padlocked dog collar!
Chapter Four
When I had stuck my newfound wad of money through my dog collar,
and switched my original $20 from my bra to the collar, Melinda asked me
to raise my arms. I did so. She pulled off my blouse.
"There, now you can decide freely which you will offer up," Melinda
said. I opted for the bra. I caught the dealer stealing a glance at me as my
titties jiggled into view, their cherry nipples wiggling invitingly to even
the most reserved of men. Melinda helped me back into my blouse.
To my surprise and delight I won the first hand. I was too eager to
keep playing (and, I thought, to keep winning) to put my bra back on just
then. Soon, however, I had lost my earnings. I might have left the game
then, but Melanie anted up my bra before I could stop her. I lost that hand,
and Melanie traded the dealer some of her chips for my bra. I watched in
horror as she drew in on her cigarette, making the tip light up, and then
placed the cigarette right in the middle of one of the flimsy sheer cups of
my bra. Right where my nipple would have found refuge a hole was burnt
in my bra, insuring that should I ever happen to get the damn thing back
tonight at least one of my nipples would stick out for all the world to see.
I slipped off my panties. I knew this was my last hand. Sure enough,
I lost, and Melinda traded for my panties and promptly burned a hole in
them right where my clitty would peep out.
Disgusted, I sat and watched the game awhile, caring little how my
legs were positioned. Later a private violinist appeared, and began playing
for us. I rose and danced with Steve and Joe. We started slowly at first,
but gradually the tempo of the music picked up and we kept pace with it.
My skirt flipped up continuously, exposing my bare bottom. My naked tits
joggled freely beneath my sheer blouse. I could tell Joe and Steve were
getting very turned on.
I should mention that a girl came in repeatedly through this entire
affair to keep us well supplied with drinks, which Melanie in particular
amongst us delighted in imbibing in. I rather hoped she would get herself
dead drunk, to allow me to escape with Joe and Steve. The management,
however, watered down her drinks more and more as the evening wore on,
not wanting to put to sleep a losing player while there was still more
money they could pry from her.
The drink girl, of course, despite her revealing attire, found my
condition surprising. "My, I've got nothing on you," she said to me the first
time she saw me, to my acute embarrassment. But after several of her
visits I quit blushing and just ignored her.
Some time later Melanie scooped up what remained of her chips (her
credit line having been taxed several times to keep her supplied) and
called for me and the boys to accompany her back upstairs. I think all
three of us breathed a sigh of relief at Melanie's command. Steve and Joe
each took me by the hand. I glanced at their crotches. Each was bulging
and ready. I bit my lower lip. There would be no respite from my fate this
time, I felt sure. Together we walked out onto the main floor of the
casino. Melanie strode in front of us, looking regal and imposing. My skirt
flipped up with each step I took. Beneath the bare flesh of my bottom
undulated. I tried to keep from blushing, but couldn't.
After what seemed like an eternity we reached the bank of
elevators. The other guests of the casino looked at me, some only
glancing, others staring. With my dog collar and revealing attire, wedged
between two men with erections, it was obvious I was not destined for a
church service.
We got out on our floor. Finally alone, we walked in silence down
the hall. I glanced at the man on either side of me, but each seemed
preoccupied. No wonder, their cocks were about to burst through the front
of their pants! Melanie unlocked the door to our room. Now I would be
made to perform. I felt a hand on my bottom as we entered and the door
closed behind us. I looked up at Steve.
"I've never felt so embarrassed in my life!" I said with a half smile.
"I wish I had the whole thing on film," Steve said. Unceremoniously
he unzipped his fly. Joe, not wanting to be outdone, unzipped himself also.
Their prongs sprang out in all their magnificent glory. I tensed.
"Uh, couldn't we watch a little T.V. first or something?" I asked.
Melanie strode up to us and stood directly facing me. She touched one of
her fingers to the crown of each man's cock, resting it there.
"Why watch T.V. when you can be on T.V.?" Melanie asked me. My eyes
widened. "We have a camera set up in one of the bedrooms. And a monitor.
Please come." She turned on her heels with a suave smile and beckoned us
to follow by lifting her hand and crooking her finger. Steve and Joe were
like dogs on heat. Fucking me was the only thing on their mind. They
strode forward and, my hands still held, I stumbled along between them.
PRESIDENT JOE
As you know, IÕm running for president. (Of the United States, not
the Speedo Swimsuit Co.) As a presidential candidate, I was thinking that
it was about time that I put together a platform. I was going to call my
platform ÒFamilies First,Ó but somebody told me that one was already
taken. So I changed my platform. (After all, I wouldnÕt want to be accused
of plagiarism!)
My platform is hereby called ÒFaggots First.Ó Here are the elements
of my platform:
1. The Defense of the Faggots Act - It is hereby illegal under United
States law for a man to marry a woman. Men may only marry men, and
women may only marry women.
2. DonÕt Sodomize, DonÕt Soldier - It is hereby illegal under United
States law for heterosexual males and females to join the U.S. military.
If you enlist and are later discovered to be a heterosexual, you will be
eliminated from military service.
3. Keep Our Schools Safe - It is hereby illegal under state law for
heterosexual perversions to be taught to our precious children. Only the
Act Up Agenda may be taught to our children.
4. Crime Control - No sexual acts between males and females will
be permitted. Children, when necessary, will be conceived through
artificial insemination and adopted only by responsible gay parents.
The next time you hear somebody in the biased liberal media say
ÒThese candidates donÕt have any new ideas,Ó ask them if theyÕve reported
on the campaign of holy joe! As your first gay president, I promise to
never commit adultery in the White House. I will marry a man and we will
be faithful to each other and only sodomize each other. My running mate is
a lesbian, and she promises never to commit adultery either. She says she
and her lover have plenty of vibrators that are way bigger than any man,
and this is her GUARANTEE to you that she will never have any dealings
with men.
Please consider voting for me this fall. I promise you that my
administration will be one of Change!
OUR MAIL BAG...
JLTappa writes, ÒIn Fuck Decency 84 you write:
<< "Police brutality, unwarranted shootings and deaths in custody
have risen as crime has fallen." - The Economist, July 13, 1996, pg. 29. >>
ÒI'm not sure what your point is here. Is it that as police have taken
a harder line toward criminals, they have gotten the point that they should
try a different line of work? Or is it that as the police have fewer
criminals to handle, they have found other hobbies to fill their time?
ÒBy the way, I think it's the former.Ó
holy shit replies: I agree! The next time a policeman *suspects*
that you are speeding, he should just pull you over and beat the shit out of
you. Better yet, he should kill you--then youÕll never commit ANY crime!
AND IN THE END...
ÒThere is no crueler tyranny than that which is perpetrated under
the shield of law and in the name of justice.Ó - Montesquieu
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