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                                      I HAVE BEEN CLONED!
                                              by holy joe
                                              by holy joe

         Well, well, well.  So none of you girls like me, eh?  Who needs you, 
anyway?
         Let me explain.  I was digging in the trash in back of the Xerox 
Cloning Company when I overheard this conversation:
         ÒDammit!  IÕm sick of cloning mice.Ó
         ÒYeah.  But what else is there?Ó
         ÒPeople.Ó
         ÒYou canÕt clone people.  Bill Clinton prohibited it.  ItÕs illegal.Ó
         ÒWell, thereÕs got to be something other than mice.Ó
         ÒHmmm.Ó
         ÒHmmm.Ó
         ÒI know.  What if we clone a child molester?  After all, theyÕre not 
people, are they?Ó
         ÒYouÕre right!Ó
         For some reason, they decided I fit the bill.
         Now there are two of me.
         Tomorrow there will be three.
         There are obvious benefits to having several copies of myself.
         IÕll be able to collect more cans.  I can buy more porn.  Also, IÕve 
been worried that IÕm not publishing enough.  Now there should be more 
FUCK DECENCY on the Internet. 
         Pretty soon, IÕll start my own political party.  You may be seeing 
some changes in the laws in this country.  After all, we do live in a 
system of majority rule. 
         I think IÕll also start my own religion.  In my religion, women will be 
declared obsolete.  For thousands of years there has been a great problem 
with sexual immorality.  But, at last, earth can be cleansed of sexual 
immorality through the technique of cloning.  The Xerox Cloning Company 
will just keep making endless copies of me, for as long as they are needed.
         Some of you may want to ban cloning.  I wouldnÕt recommend it.  You 
see, in addition to having my own political party and my own religion, IÕm 
going to start my own army.  It wonÕt matter how many of me you kill.  The 
Xerox Cloning Company will just clone more!
         Yes, cloning is a pretty handy thing.
         Oh, one other thing.  You wonÕt ever have to worry about human 
cloning.  Of normal humans, that is.  You see, I donÕt want any competition.


                                      Andrew Roller Presents
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                                              Issue No. 392

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                            PassionÕs Playpen

                                               Chapter Five
  
         There was a pop of a cork being forced into a bottleneck that was 
decidedly too small for it.  Jim was big but heÕd gained a purchase in Kate.  
Now, with his flange squished in her helpless cheeks, he savored thrusting 
the shaft of himself into her.  It was narrower than his crown and her anus 
closed a bit on it, feeling, though, the wide head splitting her more deeply 
as it lanced its way up into her guts.
         ÒAhhhgh!  Take it OUooooooTT!Ó Kate begged.  She suddenly decided 
this reminded her too much of MarieÕs awful cucumber, which, selected 
carefully, had been no thicker than Jim and had been narrow, instead of 
wide, at its tip, for it bore no head like JimÕs prong did.  And it reminded 
her too of the barn, where sheÕd been forcibly taken, splattered with 
sperm and bitten by nipple clamps on her sensitive tits.
         ÒOpen, bitch!Ó Jim growled.  He was finding her difficult.  She had 
lost her cherry only two weeks ago and was nowhere near as available in 
her behind as an experienced woman.  She was new, and he was rough.
         Yet he did not make her bleed.  Despite his impatience he seemed to 
have some canny sixth sense of her limits, of the limits of her heinie.  
Nobody had made her bleed, so far, but sheÕd known girlfriends whoÕd been 
taken too forcefully and had found themselves deeply unhappy when it was 
over.  Jim, apparently well-trained by some older woman, was careful 
with her in his rudeness.  He reminded her of a logger sheÕd met once.  HeÕd 
been a big, brawny man, with huge calloused hands, but heÕd tipped his hat 
politely to her and spoken with all his best countrified manners, though he 
was sweaty and had just been in a barroom brawl.  SheÕd liked his way, 
trying hard to please her even as he tried to catch his breath from 
fighting.  SheÕd been just nine-years-old but sheÕd always remembered it, 
out late, past her bedtime, exploring the streets while a babysitter 
supposed she was asleep with her teddy bear in her canopied little girlÕs 
bed.  TheyÕd let her into the bar, and sheÕd invited him in, and heÕd danced 
with her, amidst overturned chairs and the nodding heads of his victims.  
That had been her first real dance, with a real man, not just some booger-
infested boy.
         Jim paused and let Kate catch her breath.  She felt like all the air 
was being expelled from her.  She panted, feeling him in her, splitting her 
ass cheeks.  Lynette laughed at the scene they made, him gritting his 
teeth, trying to hold himself back as KateÕs snug little cheeks gripped him 
tightly and did their best, even now, to resist him.  And Kate, quite 
desperate to expel him, hooing her breath out and reaching back, but having 
her hands slapped away by Lynette.
         ÒKeep your hands on your ankles, Kate darling,Ó Lynette told the 19-
year-old girl.  ÒYou may resist with your bottom, if you like, but no fair 
using your hands.Ó  She patted the side of KateÕs ass.  ÒYouÕre doing very 
well.  Jim, give her another nudge.  I think sheÕs ready now.Ó  
         Kate bounced forward as Jim gave her much more than a nudge.  He 
was eager to feel himself fully gripped by her.  Kate bit her lip and 
whimpered.  Behind her, quite ironically, she heard Jim whimper too, as 
her clutching cheeks gave him a sporting fight for every inch of herself.
         ÒI can feel myself curving upwards,Ó Jim said of his cock.
         ÒGood, youÕre quite deep now,Ó Lynette said.  ÒMy, but youÕre long.  
YouÕve got at least two more inches to stuff in yet!Ó
         ÒI know,Ó Jim said.  He sounded lamenting, as if for once he wished 
he wasnÕt so long, that he might get where he was going sooner.
         ÒJust keep pushing.  I want to squeeze your balls when you cum.  Let 
me know when your crisis hits,Ó Lynette told him.  ÒI love feeling a manÕs 
balls as he jets.  Of course, I hope you can give her a good two dozen 
strokes before you do!Ó
         ÒIÕll try,Ó Jim agreed.  He pushed again, throwing his hips forward.  
Kate gasped and felt tears in her eyes and then, quite suddenly, she felt 
his testicles bang against her split open cheeks.
         ÒYouÕre in!  Very good.  Now draw back a little so she can feel the 
smooth professional stroking IÕm sure you can give her,Ó Lynette told Jim.
         ÒI know how to ass fuck a girl,Ó Jim said testily.
         ÒYes, you do.  How nice.  In and out, in and out.  Marie!  Come look 
what a fine job Jim is doing!Ó
         ÒI canÕt,Ó Marie replied to Lynette.  ÒDavid has to pee.Ó
         ÒWell, let him go in your mouth then,Ó Lynette laughed.
         ÒMaybe later,Ó Marie replied.  ÒMy, you just need to do all sorts of 
things with that penis of yours, donÕt you, David?Ó Marie scolded the boy.
         Recovering herself a little, Kate focused on the scene beyond herself 
and Jim.  Looking between both their legs she watched as Marie presented 
a cup to DavidÕs cock.  Dutifully, like a boy peeing on a long trip in his 
mommyÕs car, David spurted his yellow bladder fluid into MarieÕs cup.
         ÒDonÕt overflow it!Ó Marie said.  ÒI can get another cup.  Stop!  Stop!  
YouÕre going on the floor!Ó
         ÒIÕm sorry.  IÕve got hold of myself now,Ó David said.  He flexed his 
cock.  He squeezed his buns tightly together as he cut off his pee stream 
with his internal muscles.
         ÒI have to pee too,Ó Jim said.  Kate gasped.
         ÒNot in my bottom!Ó Kate shouted.
         ÒJust kidding,Ó Jim said.
         ÒYouÕre cruel after all,Ó Lynette laughed to Jim.  ÒMy, how IÕd love to 
have you up my hole.  What WOULD you do to me, hmmm?Ó
         ÒProbably ream you a new one,Ó Jim said.  He was shafting Kate now, 
with gliding in and out strokes that her tense bottom fought to stop.  He 
held her flanks and bent forward and whispered into her ear for her to be 
calm.
         ÒMay I pump you now?Ó Lynette asked Jim.  She grabbed between the 
backs of his legs and clutched his balls.
         ÒNot yet!Ó Jim groaned.
         ÒOh, I want to see you CUM!Ó Lynette cried.  She was wriggling her 
hips with delight and Kate, seeing just her legs and her bush, for she stood 
so close behind them both, saw a hand suddenly dart between her thighs.  
Lynette began masturbating herself, even as she urged Jim with gentle 
hand-squeezes to cum.
         It was too much for Jim.  He ceased his shafting and burrowed as 
deep as he could into Kate.  He held her tightly, making her yelp, it 
happened so suddenly.  And then, ringing her with his arms, his penis 
ardent, he shot his stuff deep into her bowels.  
         Kate brimmed with passion and Jim reached between her legs and 
searched with sweeping fingertips for her spot.  Just in time, he found it.  
Immediately she exploded as he pumped her full of himself.  Lynette made 
him give everything.  She squished his testicles between her nailed 
fingertips.  He was like a bull being castrated, except the process was 
natural, her sharp fingers only teasingly threatening as she made him 
spill.
         ÒOh!  Oh!  Oh!Ó Lynette cried.  She played with her slit and found her 
button and made herself cum on her fingers.  Kate watched as LynetteÕs 
probing fingertips became suddenly much wetter.  LynetteÕs juice flowed 
within her.  Indriving, swirling, LynetteÕs fingers became honey-coated.  
Kate had a second ass-splitting, cunt-humming orgasm as she watched 
Lynette cum over her fingertips.
         And then they were all standing, Lynette brushing back her chestnut 
hair with both her hands, oblivious to her dewy fingers as she ran them 
through her elegantly styled hair.  Jim was savoring his loss.  He stood 
with a shrinking dick, his legs apart, as if he might shaft Lynette, but his 
strength was temporarily dissipated.  He had a big smile on his face.  Kate 
touched her bottom with her hands.  It felt wounded.  She felt like a huge 
log had been withdrawn from her bottom.  But her cunny felt happy.  She 
did not bother to close her legs as she stood there casually, showing her 
bush to everyone, feeling at the sensuously damaged cleft of her bottom, 
where her hole felt too big and her ass felt like a pumpkin that had just 
had a nose-hole carved into it for Halloween.


                                             WHAT GOES UP...
                                                 by holy joe

         Do you have money in the stock market?  Now might be a good time 
to take it out.  Buy gold, silver, U.S. dollars, or anything that you can 
actually hold in your hands.
         Here is my evidence that the U.S. stock market may soon crash.  Take 
it or leave it:

1.  Japan is in a recession.  The new government in Japan will probably be 
more incompetent than the old government.
2.  All of the Asian economies are continuing to ÒcontractÓ.  (They are 
getting worse, not better.)
3.  China appears unlikely to be able to keep its currency at its present 
level.  When China devalues its currency, all the other Asian economies 
will have to devalue their currencies too, making the whole region worse 
off.
4.  RussiaÕs government is highly unstable.  Pieces of Russia continue to 
try to break off from Òmother Russia.Ó  (Like, for instance, Dagestan, next 
door to Chechnya.)  Russia is also broke.
5.  The International Monetary Fund is (almost) broke.
6.  The U.S. Congress is unwilling, at present, to give more money to the 
International Monetary Fund.
7.  England is heading into a recession.
8.  Inflation is on the rise in the U.S., according to Federal Reserve Board 
Chairman Alan Greenspan.  
9.  Since inflation is on the rise in the U.S., according to Greenspan, 
Greenspan will probably raise U.S. interest rates soon.  (Which will, all by 
itself, send the stock market into a ÒcorrectionÓ.
10.  Warehouses in the U.S. are filling up with goods.  (Hence, industry will 
cut back its output.)
11.  The U.S. labor market is ÒtightÓ.  (Meaning that it costs industry more 
to hire workers, which risks an increase in inflation.)
12.  For many months, stock market analysts have agreed that the U.S. 
stock market is Òamply valuedÓ.  (That means that stocks cost too much).

         If the U.S. stock market should crash, it would probably go down in 
August or October.  These seem to be favorite months for the stock market 
to undergo a ÒcorrectionÓ.
         Putting money into the stock market is not the same as saving 
money.  Remember how the stock market works.  There is, generally, a 
fixed amount of stock available.  The fact that you and I keep swapping a 
share of stock back and forth, sending its price, say, from $1.00 to 
$100.00, does not mean that either you or I have actually ÒsavedÓ any real 
money.  All we have done is run up the price of that stock.  In the end, 
there is still just one share of stock.
         The yuppies donÕt like saving money at the bank.  Their parents saved 
money at the bank, and so they see saving money at the bank as ÒuncoolÓ.  
As a result, for about 20 years now, yuppies have been ÒsavingÓ money in 
the stock market.  But remember how the market works.  Money in the 
stock market is not the same as money in the bank.  ÒPlaying the marketÓ 
is a sophisticated form of gambling.  You might do quite well.  Or, in a 
time of worldwide depression, you might lose everything.
         Normally I would not discuss stocks in FUCK DECENCY.  However, it 
seems to me that the market might go down.  In fact, it might go WAY 
down.  Hence, I have written this essay.
         I still remember when the stock market was at 870, in the 1970Õs.  
It seemed fairly priced to me at that time.  In hindsight, though, it might 
have been slightly undervalued.


                                          Ride Shotgun With Me
                                              by Will Dockery

                  Be the side,
                  and be my guide,
                  lead me to the magic,
                  let me in your magic.
                  Mind expanding,
                  comfort to indulge,
                  magic of vision and sensation,
                  love and clear word thoughts.

                  Everfast raising,
                  and be my guide,
                  to a living nirvana,
                  a loving paradise.
                  Air conditioning,
                  and a nice cold drink,
                  magic of gentle tender colors,
                  have a smoke, relax and think.

                  So green and shaded,
                  and be my guide,
                  lead me to this magic thing,
                  the knowledge it unlocks.
                  Soul connecting,
                  there is so much to know about you,
                  magic and vision and sensation,
                  admire your playful flower.


                                             AND IN THE END...

                                   GOOD NEWS FOR PEDOPHILES

         ÒFew mainstream mental-health professionals believe adult 
sexual orientation can be -- or even should be -- permanently altered.Ó

- Newsweek, July 27, 1998, pg. 27.

(The sexual orientation OF someone who is over 18.  - h.j.)


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