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Bell Bottoms... Political Turmoil... Forbidden Books...
WELCOME TO 1968 !!!
(plus 30 years)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Mr. Handy
Issue No. 351
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
Dick accepted his tea from Katy and, for the first time, seemed a
little concerned as he made sure he didnÕt spill any of it on his dick. We
drank, he and I, looking at each other, our eyes hot, my panties in my
mouth, my tea soaking them as I slowly sipped and swallowed. Katy drank
her tea and even Jennifer, kneeling beside her mistress, was given a cup
for herself and drank gratefully. She kept her head bowed all the while,
watching her nude bosoms as they moved inside her sheer blouse.
ÒWeÕll have our noodles later,Ó Katy said when weÕd drunk down our
tea. She stood and Jennifer stood with her, gasping at the plight of her
bottom as she unbent. Dick rose up, I followed his lead. Katy ushered us
from the room. We passed down a hall and then proceeded down dim steps
that led to the cellar. I walked with nervous knees, almost falling over
several times. Katy, getting behind me for the walk down the steps,
guided me, her hands on my shoulders. Dick, with Jennifer in front of him,
clasping her round her waist with his hands, led the way.
Dick seemed eager. He was tortuously hard and I guessed he was
ready for anything, if it involved three females and the chance of his
getting off. When we were all downstairs Katy turned on a light and the
entire vista of her dungeon opened before our eyes.
I gasped. Despite my panties in my mouth, soaked with tea and
tasting of me, I gasped. Beside me, trembling in her sheer blouse, all the
rest of her naked, I heard Jennifer gasp. For both of us, it was the first
time seeing more than just the steps and the entrance. Perhaps sheÕd
never been down here at all, for her surprised voice echoed even more
sharply within the stone depths.
The Puritans would have loved it down here. At least on first sight.
There were stakes where witches might be burnt, or strangled. There
were stocks for naughty boys to be fixed into, or girls, with their head and
hands and feet imprisoned and immobile, left to sit on hotseats of burning
embers. Perhaps, with their pants pulled down, they would have to pee on
the coals to extinguish their heat.
I saw cages and a rape rack and much else besides, all of it made of
wood within the stone walls that enclosed us. And above, chains hung
down, menacingly. Despite the number of chains I saw no spider webs.
They were expertly cleaned, I guessed, or used often.
Along the walls whips hung. I saw every variety. I could not tell all
that I saw, for it was unknown to me, just leather and wood and chains,
all intermingled, all ominous.
ÒPlease take off your kimonos so we can begin,Ó Katy said to the
three of us. As if to inspire us she pulled open her own robe. Her luscious
breasts presented themselves, quivering softly, their tips hard and her
mouth sighing a little as she let Dick see her figure. She showed no
embarrassment as her kimono fell away from her bush, letting us see all
of her, from her belly button down to her toes. She took her kimono and
folded it neatly and draped it over a sawhorse. Then, to speed Dick in his
undressing, she went to him and accepted his robe and folded it for him.
She placed it over the sawhorse on top of hers.
I sensed a chance to free myself from all but my handcuffs. Quietly
I put a bondage mitt to my mouth and spit out my panties. I laid them in
all their spit and tea soaked-glory on a glossy, lacquered nightstand near
me. I felt strange as I placed them right in front of a crystal vase that
had been filled, by somebody, with fresh roses. They were one of the few
dashes of color in the dungeon. Unable to resist, I bent and sniffed them.
Their aroma was rich and heady.
I straightened up. I put a bondage mitt to my face and bit at the
little bow-tied drawstring which held it to my wrist. I got the string
undone with my teeth and then pulled the mitt off my hand with my mouth.
I spit the whole thing down onto the table next to my crumpled panties.
Glancing at Katy, I saw she was still busy with Dick. As if to
reward the large Officer boy for his compliance, sheÕd knelt before him
and let him thrust his penis into her mouth. She gazed up at him, all eyes,
admiring the muscled excellence of his frame as he filled her with
himself. Jennifer crept up to me. She was bereft of anything to do and
still chastely wore her blouse. She had a dazed, passionate look in her
eyes. I guessed sheÕd only been whipped, aroused, but not yet finished off.
Her cunny must be buzzing and driving her to distraction, I realized. I bit
into my other drawstring on my remaining mitt and undid it and pulled it
off.
ÒI can get your cuffs off if...Ó JenniferÕs voice trailed away. A guilty
look came to her eyes. I was eager to have the handcuffs off me and I
nodded quietly. But I said nothing. Jennifer opened the drawer of the
nightstand. There was a little box within and it had a combination lock on
it. ÒThis might not work... but I heard (she paused to remember his name)
Sauron tell Katy that heÕd put in new combinations for their lockboxes. I
wasnÕt supposed to hear, of course. There should be a skeleton key
inside.Ó She twisted the combination knob and I watched hopefully. Ò6, 6,
6,Ó she spun out. And then she tried it. Nothing. ÒWait! The last one is
sixteen,Ó she remembered. And she entered the combination again and, to
my vast relief, the box popped open. She withdrew the key and undid me. I
smiled gratefully at her as I rubbed my wrists. She laid the steel
handcuffs down next to my wet panties.
Jennifer, happy with herself for giving me to herself as a prize, put
her hands to my waist. She fumbled with the belt of my kimono, opening
it, staring at my face and my bare breasts as they heaved softly up and
down with my tense breathing. I must confess I felt a sudden
sensuousness flood my being as my eyes stared deep into hers. She had a
softness and an innocence about her and I remembered how weÕd felt so
close, for a little while at least, at the dance. Jennifer slipped my kimono
from me and I did not protest as it fell to the floor. I let myself be made
nude before her. Our eyes met again and then she looked at my breasts
again and she leaned forward. Like a baby finding its mother, she parted
her lips and gently put them to my right nipple. Her mouth was compliant,
open but nurturing. She drew my nipple between her teeth, her lips like a
babyÕs lips, all suckly and appreciative. Then, as if too hungry for my own
good, she bit lustily down upon my nipple.
ÒOW!Ó I cried. I jerked backward and tried to pull my breast away
but she had my nipple firmly clamped between her teeth. I turned my head
to look for help from Katy. She saw what we were up to and eased DickÕs
stiff penis from her mouth. I thought he might fight her but he simply
watched. He was awed by her dragon-like beauty. She had him in the palm
of her hand. She unbent her sleek body and rose. Briefly she kissed DickÕs
lips and then she strode over to us.
I sighed with relief as Katy detached JenniferÕs wicked lips from my
bosom.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Jennifer apologized to me. She watched as Katy
examined my breast. There was a set of teeth marks in the areola just
where the nipple thrust forth. ÒI guess I got carried away,Ó Jennifer said.
She seemed hungry and she squeezed her thighs tightly together and put a
hand to her belly and rubbed it. But she wasnÕt hungry for food, I knew.
She was eager for a sexual feast. Yet, somehow, she twisted between
wanting to fuck and wanting not to. It was as if she were fighting within
herself. She would have to be forced, I realized. SheÕd taken out her angst
on my poor nipple, which I now held possessively in my hands after having
it examined by Katy. Katy went behind me and picked up my kimono from
the floor. She folded it. She went and laid it over her kimono on the
sawhorse.
Katy turned and gazed at Jennifer. The girl had retreated to the base
of the stairs and looked as if she might run up them. She held her sheer
blouse closely about her. But her hips wriggled beneath it, as if she
needed to use the bathroom. She didnÕt. She needed to be loved, to have
Dick lodge his big banana within her cunny. She hesitated to join us, but
at the same time she did not run up the stairs and try to flee either.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
A Place in the Sun, by David Hamilton, $39.95. Hardcover. Many color
pages. Web: http://www.barnesandnoble.com
Review: Let me tell you what itÕs like to be an American. I have
about a billion porno magazines. What I donÕt have is a girlfriend. So, this
month, I told myself, ÒLook, Joe, no more porn.Ó I knew IÕd want to buy the
Playboy Newsstand Specials at the end of March but, other than that, I
figured the last thing I needed was more pictures of girls.
What I really knew I didnÕt need was those photo-books of young
girls that everyoneÕs talking about. You know, Jock SturgesÕ Radiant
Identities and David HamiltonÕs The Age of Innocence, available from
Barnes and Noble. I knew those, being books, and sold in the Art and
Photography section of a bookstore, would be quite expensive.
So, I have my plan. IÕm all set. IÕll buy Playboy, and thatÕs it.
Then, I picked up TIME magazine. ThereÕs an article in this weekÕs
TIME by its resident prude, Bruce Handy. He calls SturgesÕ and HamiltonÕs
books Òbeyond the pale.Ó The article really pissed me off. It also scared
me. I told myself, ÒJoe, if you ever want to go look at those books, nowÕs
the time!Ó
Today I went to Barnes and Noble. Guess what? Both books were
sold out. However, you can special order them. In fact, the Hamilton book
is selling so well that it qualifies for Barnes and NoblesÕ standard ten
percent off for bestselling books. (I didnÕt ask about the Sturges book.
ItÕs obvious from the article in TIME that itÕs HamiltonÕs book that really
stirred up the blood of Bruce Handy.)
Now here comes the really interesting part: In searching for the
book by Hamilton, I found an earlier book by him. ItÕs titled, ÒA Place in
the Sun.Ó Believe it or not, I bumped into this book last December. Guess
what? Last December, after looking it over, I decided not to buy it. I
forgot about it.
Now, I own it. ItÕs a lovely book. It features teenage girls in the
nude, in a tropical setting. It also has pictures of storms, old wooden
huts, and other (non-girl) pictures in it. I didnÕt really want to spend
$39.95 for this book. I would much rather have saved my money, or used it
to buy Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, and magazines like that. However,
after long thought and consideration, I finally went ahead and bought it.
Having bought a book with nude girls in it that I didnÕt actually find
arousing, guess what I did next? I went to Tower Books. I bought REAL
porno magazines, that I could jack off to.
I now own seven new ÔrealÕ porno magazines, the Sports Illustrated
swimsuit issue, and one Ôkiddie pornÕ book by David Hamilton. All because
Mr. Handy (nice name) decided to write his fucking article in TIME. I still
donÕt have a girlfriend.
You may want to go to Barnes and Noble and have a look at David
HamiltonÕs ÔA Place in the Sun.Õ ItÕs nothing but a pleasant book of
Ôbathing beautiesÕ but, if youÕre 13, you may be eager to see what girls
similar in age to yourself look like. Also, there are other books at Barnes
and Noble. I know when I was 13, any book in any way that was remotely
connected to nude humans or sex was of great interest to me.
Here, then, is holy joeÕs patented way for boys to look at books at
Barnes and Noble:
1. Find the Art and Photography section.
2. Find the book you want and take it off the shelf.
3. Immediately proceed to another part of the bookstore.
4. Place the book you want to view up on a shelf. Put it up high.
Make it quite obvious to anyone who passes by that you are viewing this
book. (DonÕt worry about people seeing the cover of the book. If you stand
the book up on a shelf, and open it flat (standing up) the books on the shelf
behind it will block the cover.)
5. Find the introduction in the front of the book. Put your thumb
there.
6. Ogle the girls in the book.
7. When someone passes by, quickly flip over to the introduction
(where your thumb is).
8. When the person has left, flip back to the girls you were ogling.
By using my patented viewing method, you can spend many hours at
Barnes and Noble looking at photos of naked girls, without any
embarrassment.
Now, you may say, ÒIÕm not interested in photos. I want to read a
small paperback book. You know, a paperback book that has sex in it!Ó
Simple dimple. HereÕs my holy joe method for doing that:
1. Find the sex paperback you want to read.
2. Proceed immediately to another part of the bookstore.
3. Pick up a boring paperback. Put it in your hand, in front of the sex
paperback.
4. Read the sex paperback. Anyone who passes by will think youÕre
reading about, say, mathematics, but youÕll really be reading about sex!
What if you want to look at, say, a porno magazine? (That has dirty
ads for phone sex on its back cover?)
1. Pick up the sex magazine.
2. Pick up TIME.
3. Put the sex magazine inside TIME.
4. You can now look at the sex magazine, but everyone else will
think youÕre reading TIME. (If TIME is too small to cover the sex magazine,
grab a bigger magazine, like Scientific American.)
It is also important to note this: If you are reading a sex paperback,
sometimes the back of the book has a sexy back cover. You will need to
angle your body in toward the book rack so that it blocks the back cover of
the sex paperback. Or, alternatively, grab two boring books, and put the
sex paperback in between them.
(Oh yes. If you get an erection in your pants, bend one of your knees.
This wonÕt ease the pain of your erection, but it tends to loosen the crotch
of your pants, so that your erection is less visible.)
Well, Mr. Handy! You sure have proven to be a handy fellow. (In more
ways than one!) You will take note, I hope, of the presence of the Internet.
Even if you manage to get Sturges and HamiltonÕs books banned from
Barnes and Noble, what are you going to do about people who put the
pictures in those books up on the Internet? From, say, Mexico or Denmark,
where United States law doesnÕt apply?
Fortunately, regardless of the fate of the Sturges and Hamilton
books, thereÕs still Naughty Naked Dreamgirls! A global publication, every
issue of which is already swamping the Internet and is, besides that,
totally free!
Sports Illustrated, Winter 1998, $5.95. Web:
http://www.swimsuit.cnnsi.com
Review: What a great cover! And a great concept too: ÒHeidi Klum
Straddles the Equator.Ó (While nearly baring her bosoms!)
Inside, things arenÕt so hot. Many of the models look like boring
housewives. However, a picture which I did think fairly good was of
Rebecca Romijn, on page 68. SheÕs squatting down, as if to take a dump!
Then, thereÕs a real treat, on page 60. ItÕs of Lae tit ia Casta. God,
what a girl-- and what a swimsuit! This luscious brunette was
photographed at an icy ski resort. But she just canÕt tolerate being
without her bikini! So she lined it with fur, and is the only bikini-babe in
Vail. Drool over her as she contemplates hitting the slopes in her snuggly
swimsuit. Or is she glancing down at her friends in a hot tub, and
contemplating ditching her swimsuit and joining them? Only your
imagination knows for sure!
AND IN THE END...
ÒHalf-formed breasts are bared, fingers are coyly sucked, panties
pulled at, genitalia caught artfully winking out of bathing suits.Ó
- Bruce Handy, salivating in TIME, March 16, 1998, pg. 56.
(Could you please write some sex stories, Mr. Handy? YouÕre pretty
good! -h.j.)
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NUMBER 2: ... YouÕll come?
NUMBER 6: I have a choice?
NUMBER 2: You do as you want.
NUMBER 6: As long as itÕs what you want.
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In some ways.
- The Prisoner, ÔDance of the Dead.Õ