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ÒI, Ashurbanipal, understood the wisdom of Nabu, I acquired an
understanding of all the arts of tablet-writing. I learnt to shoot the
bow, to ride horses and chariots, and to hold the reins. ... Marduk, the
wise one of the gods, presented me with information and understanding
as a gift. ... Enurt and Nergal made me virile and strong, of incomparable
force. I understood the craft of the wise Adapa, the hidden secrets of
all the scribal art; in heavenly and earthly buildings I read and
pondered; in the meetings of clerks I was present; I watched the omens,
I explained the heavens with the learned priests, recited the
complicated multiplications and divisions that are not immediately
apparent. The beautiful writings in Sumerian that are obscure, in
Akkadian that are difficult to bear in mind, it was my joy to repeat. ... I
mounted colts, rode them with prudence so that they were not violent; I
drew the bow, sped the arrow, the sign of the warrior. I flung the
quivering javelins like short lances. ... I held the reins like a charioteer.
... I directed the weaving of reed shields and breastplates like a pioneer.
I had the learning that all clerks of every kind possess when their time
of maturity comes. At the same time I learnt what is proper for
lordship, I went my royal ways.
And I did it all on the Net, wearing only my underpants.Ó
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 288
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Two
ÒI donÕt have AIDS!Ó Frank protested. ÒTheyÕd kick me out of the
Navy if I did.Ó
ÒMmmhmmm, but you do have a girl in every port,Ó Tabitha smiled.
She picked out a very big looking condom. ÒWith a cock like that donÕt tell
me you donÕt, dear,Ó she added. Frank grinned sheepishly.
ÒIÕm not unpopular,Ó he said. TabithaÕs smile widened, making her
look almost embarrassed as she took a squirt bottle of lubricant from the
counter and shot its contents into the condom. Then, placing the little
rolled up ring of rubber over the tip of his dick, she lovingly filled his
cock with it, unrolling it down him until most of his shaft (but not quite
all of it!) was enclosed within the unwrapped condom.
ÒThere! You look like Mr. Popularity himself,Ó Tabitha said with a
laugh. She batted his condom-sheathed dick with her hand and watched as
it wiggled back and forth like a big cellophane-wrapped sausage. ÒNow,
where shall I put it?Ó Tabitha grinned. She was still blushing and I
realized she felt silly and awkward, like a kid, playing with such a big
thing that she knew she was going to be humping and moaning and
screaming on in just a few minutes.
ÒTake him in the ass, Tabitha!Ó someone called from the fireplace.
There was a round of laughter. Tabitha smiled at the group and then
looked bashfully at me.
ÒWill you lick me while he pumps my butt?Ó Tabitha asked me
matter-of-factly. I gulped and felt my pretzel catch in my throat. I
coughed. Tabitha patted my back.
ÒOkay,Ó I wheezed.
We moved to the middle of the room. Tabitha brought the lubricant
along with her because we all knew sheÕd need lots of it to take such a big
man up her butt. Frank caressed her bottom as she walked. It was small
and tight and rolled atop her legs like a balloon.
ÒGet a sheet or something from the bed. I donÕt want to get rug
burns,Ó Tabitha told me.
ÒOkay!Ó I said. I ran from the room. I felt my boobies swinging as I
ran. Track at junior high was never like this! I dashed to a hallway closet
and opened it and found a big pile of clean white sheets stacked inside. I
ran back into the room. The guests admired my poise and my bounciness as
I came loping back into the room.
ÒSomeone should do her too,Ó I heard a womanÕs voice say. Two men
rose from the fire and before IÕd even reached Tabitha they were following
me across the room, just walking, their big schlongs growing even as they
came toward me. Pretending not to notice them, I unfolded the sheet for
Tabitha and unfurled it and let it settle onto the rug. Then I got down on
all fours on it and smoothed out all the wrinkles. Tabitha, grinning,
watched me and squirted lubricant all over FrankÕs dick at the same time.
ÒOkay, IÕm ready!Ó I said cheerily to Tabitha, grinning up at her. I
remained kneeling on the sheet. I paid no attention to the two interlopers
behind me. But I had no doubt that their things were quite erect by now,
for I saw TabithaÕs eyes involuntarily move from me to the menÕs pricks
and then back again. She gulped a little gulp. Then she got down on all
fours and we kissed to console each other.
ÒDonÕt let him hurt me,Ó she said quietly to me. ÒKeep your hands
free and if I cry out too much, grab his dick and keep it from going into my
hole anymore.Ó
ÒHeÕs going to be awful slick,Ó I said to her. My eyes were wide.
ÒWell, try your best. YouÕll be right there underneath me,Ó Tabitha
said.
ÒOkay,Ó I answered. Boy, was this strange! Just a few hours ago IÕd
been wondering what a sex club was like. Now I was being put in charge of
saving the hostess!
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Tabitha watched me with soft, bedroom eyes as I got down onto my
back. She remained kneeling, her back straight. She widened her knees on
the sheet so I could fit underneath her. Once I was settled I reached up
and fingered apart the lips of her cunt.
ÒUm, I guess I should say hello to your hole,Ó I offered. She was wet
and I poked a finger into her just to feel what it was like. Tabitha bit her
lip and did not try to stop my probings. Then, feeling frisky, she bent
forward and collapsed her legs and let her cunny come settling right down
to my mouth. Simultaneously I felt her own fingers and tongue drop down
to frig me even as I was doing her.
ÒOh!Ó I gasped. I felt TabithaÕs hands part my lips and her tongue
poke at me like some wet snake.
ÒGet each other wet,Ó Frank announced above us. I looked up past the
bulging rim of TabithaÕs bottom and saw his maleness hanging ominously
over us. But for the condom, IÕm sure he would have dripped precum right
into my eyes! Silently I thanked Tabitha for insisting on it. The rubber
was sheer, though, and through it I could see his big cock with its veins
all pulsing and ready to fuck.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
with holy joe (part 2)
Reviews of the new issues of ÔHigh SocietyÕ and ÔReal BabeÕ
The Very Best of High Society, Number 87, $5.99.
Boy, this summer sure is hot, isnÕt it? And with global warming
underway, future summers are guaranteed to be even hotter. But MissyÕs
boyfriend has the perfect solution. HeÕs bought her an indoor pool! Of
course, itÕs an inflatable baby pool, because whatÕs better than fucking a
girl in a baby pool?
What a great pictorial this is! ThereÕs the pool, baby oil, and a
rubber ducky. I liked this pictorial so much, I think I left some of my
sperm on the ceiling of that porta-potty. (And some of it dripped back
down on my head, too.) (I think -- IÕll have to wait Ôtil my monthly bath to
find out for sure.)
We see Missy lift up her legs and pull off her white undies, just like
a real baby would. (Pg. 40.) Then, half wet from having splashed in her
pool, she lies on her tummy on the floor again, contemplating a bottle of
baby oil. How beautiful her naked ass looks, lightly wettened with foam!
Her boyfriend, though, swats her bottom. DoesnÕt she know sheÕs supposed
to be taking a bath? he asks her. She doesnÕt. He orders her back into her
pool. He explains that his friend is coming over, and she can play a little
in her pool, but then she must wash, to make herself presentable for their
company.
Missy gets busy scrubbing. In a final shot we see her, hunched over,
her toes hardly covered by the sudsy water. SheÕs washing her hair, and
there are white suds all over her. ItÕs a pity her boyfriend didnÕt provide
her with more water. But she decides to make the best of it, for she
dearly loves him, and she wouldnÕt want to suggest heÕs been inadequate in
any way.
Unfortunately, despite the hot poses and great props, Missy has the
face of a horse. ItÕs really hard to whack off to a girl if she isnÕt cute,
even if she is in a baby pool. Please, High Society, take photos only of
CUTE girls. Just because a girlÕs willing to strip doesnÕt mean sheÕs
whack-off material. Call up Mayfair and get some of their girls. Or call
those girls in the Playboy Newsstand Specials. (They arenÕt Playmates so,
as far as I know, they can pose for your magazine if they want to.)
ÒAnnabelÓ is the centerfold in this issue of High Society. She plays
a new bride. (Or a virginal party girl.) (The Lord wasnÕt too clear on this
point.) (Either that, or I was too busy jacking off to listen properly.)
Annabel strips to her white stockings and pearls and gets ready for some
hot partying (pg. 65). On page 70, AnnabelÕs bending over, contemplating
which cock to suck in the partyÕs Cock Sucking Competition. Then, on page
71, Annabel is required to lie back and participate in the Clitty
Stimulation Contest. Finally, in the centerfold, she offers herself up to
the winner of the Cock Sucking Competition. This was the man who held
out longest while being sucked off. HeÕs ready to shoot again and, in case
you were wondering, his name is holy joe.
(Ah, you thought it was you, didnÕt you?)
Real Babe, September 1997, $6.99. REAL BABE, 462 Broadway, Suite
4000, New York, NY 10013.
This is a great new magazine. There are (college) girls in this
magazine, and it features many, many photos of white schoolgirl panties.
(Without going overboard like, say, a magazine focusing exclusively on
asses, or tits.) (Such ÔspecialtyÕ magazines are totally boring, in my
opinion.)
My favorite two girls in this magazine were ÒDawnÓ and ÒAbby.Ó
ÒDawnÓ is a new sex slave. Rather than marry her master (how old-
fashioned), she agrees to commit herself to being his slave. SheÕs taken
to a ranch. There she will be Ôbroken inÕ and trained in the arts of love.
(Perhaps to end with a brand being placed on her bottom, displaying the
mark of her owner!)
Dawn gets to sleep by herself the first night, at the ranch. Then,
next morning, after a hearty breakfast, itÕs time to ride down to the
paddock, where horses, cattle, and a new chattel like Dawn will be kept.
DawnÕs ÔbridesmaidsÕ dress her in chaps. Since sheÕll be a sex slave,
sheÕs no longer permitted to wear encumbering attire like panties, or a
skirt. Just chaps will do, plus boots and a cowboy hat. But Dawn begs to
be allowed to cover her breasts. After all, the owners of homes
overlooking the horse trail will certainly see her bare boobs as she
bounces down to the paddock, wonÕt they? The maids relent, and let her
tie a sleeveless blouse over her breasts. (First getting her masterÕs
permission, of course!) In keeping with her new status, DawnÕs bottom
stays bare, as well as her pussy. And she mustnÕt ride Ôside saddle.Õ She
must mount the horse and spread her legs and ride as a proper slave, her
pussy lips pressed to the horse. (They give her a blanket for a saddle. Its
softness arouses her as she rides.)
Gasping, Dawn reaches the paddock. ItÕs been a hot ride for her, and
the horse. Dawn dismounts. Stripping down to her boots, she washes the
horse. Then, knowing her own bottom will soon be even hotter, when she
receives her first whipping, she sits in the wash bucket and lets it cool.
We see her when she stands up again, with her ass covered in suds that run
down her bare legs.
This is a very creative pictorial. On pg. 27 we see shots of her
bottom, posed next to what can only be described as Òanal enema farm
equipment.Ó Then, on page 30, we see two wooden posts. The horse is
tethered to one, with a leash. But hanging from the other post is another
leash, tethered to nothing. It dangles, expectantly, as Dawn washes the
horse. One wonders if DawnÕs master will decide to tether her with the
other leash, when itÕs time for her bath. (I hope so!)
On page 31, Dawn is posed with her hand on her bare tummy. She
holds open a feed sack to feed the horse. How delightful it is to see the
open sack next to her fertile womb. The horse finds nourishment in the
sack, but DawnÕs master will find his fulfillment in her womb. There are
other objects too, in the background. An enclosing wire fence, a big, thick,
coiled hose, something shaped like a mushroom (hence, the stem and head
of a penis).
ItÕs nice to see a magazine thatÕs willing to be creative, while still
keeping its pictorials within the realm of the real, using everyday objects.
ÒAbbyÓ promised herself she wouldnÕt get into anything naughty
when she decided to find off-campus lodging at her new college. (She
promised her parents, too.) Eventually she and some newfound friends find
a house, and decide to share it. AbbyÕs just settling in and is pouring
herself a nice, wholesome glass of milk when her friends decide to have a
party! Being all college freshman, this means Ôgetting to know you -- in
the nude.Õ
AbbyÕs still drinking her milk when she sees her friends start to fool
around. She tries very hard to concentrate on her milk. But, watching
people get naked makes her nervous. The next thing you know, sheÕs
spilled the milk down her t-shirt! ÒOh, well, take the shirt off,Ó her
friends tell her. Abby complies. ÒAnd take off your shorts too,Ó her
friends advise. ÒAre you afraid to be seen in your panties? What do you
think you wear when you go to the beach?Ó So, Abby agrees to that too,
and strips down to her panties. Finally, she agrees to get naked. We see
her sitting tentatively on the edge of a kitchen chair, pulling down her
panties, but still keeping her shoes and socks on, to make sure she doesnÕt
wind up in somebodyÕs bed. (After all, everyone knows you canÕt wear your
shoes to bed, right?)
At last Abby is in the nude, but she tells her friends that sheÕs not
going to do any fooling around. Seeing her naked should be enough for
them. They relent, and go on with their party, which, according to the
Lord, descends almost immediately into sinful fucking. Abby, meanwhile,
makes herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to go with her milk.
Ooops! AbbyÕs quite messy today. She drips (blood colored) jelly on her
breasts and has to wipe it off with a dish towel. But she doesnÕt wet the
towel first, and a sticky residue is left behind. A boy proposes that, being
sticky, would Abby mind getting a little more sticky? SheÕs impressed by
his proposal. She knows she shouldnÕt be, but the sounds of fucking
coming from the next room are beginning to blur her judgement. So Abby
mounts the kitchen table, and agrees to her boyfriendÕs proposal that she
get sticky between her legs. Next, we see her standing, leaning up against
the table, with her feet on the floor. SheÕs waiting for the Òhouse
warming whackÓ that everyoneÕs decided they need in order to get properly
settled.
Receiving a good spanking, Abby returns to the top of the table. She
lies upon it, spreads her legs, and agrees to Ôget to knowÕ every boy in the
house. This is because, by first Òletting off steam,Ó her friends feel they
will all be able to concentrate on their studies. ItÕs no use trying to do
homework with everyone feeling horny for each other. But, with a little
preparation, everyone can then sit quietly and learn all the subjects of
college.
Such it is, with freshmen, where the unholiest of activities can be
found to have logical, wholesome reasons behind them.
(Now if the magazine would just change its name from ÒReal BabeÓ
to ÒReal BabyÓ, IÕd REALLY like it!) (Saith the Lord)
AND IN THE END...
IS FUCK DECENCY LITERATURE?
ÒYou cannot say that a bad literature is not literature. This is a
very important. Even the most rubbish literature is, first of all,
literature, is connected and is included in the framework of literature.
Ò... There are very good literature that is written in vulgar,
primitive language, and still it is literature.Ó
- A. B. Yehoshua (C-SPAN 2, About Books, July 12, 1997.)
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