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                                              ATTENTION:

         Recently it was written on the Internet:  ÒIf you read holy joeÕs sex 
stories, you will get straight AÕs in school.Ó
         I cringed when I read this.  Imagine, if a child saw that statement, 
he or she might expose himself to deviant writings!
         However it is true that when I was a child, I was doing poorly in 
school.  My main problem was that I hated to read.  Also, I didnÕt have a 
girlfriend.  
         Then one day I discovered sex stories at my local bookstore.  Even 
though I hated to read, I was very interested in sex.  So I started reading 
sex books.  It was a pretty great deal, because not only did it teach me to 
read, but also, when some guy started talking about how his girlfriend had 
given him a blow job, I knew what he was talking about!  So I could speak 
with authority on sexual matters, even though I didnÕt have a girlfriend.
         As a result of my extensive reading of sex stories, I got into 
Harvard.  Even at Harvard I didnÕt have a girlfriend, so I just kept reading 
stories!  My grades went up and up.  In three years I graduated from 
Harvard and, not knowing what to do with myself (except read sex stories) 
I went to Harvard Law School.  I graduated from there in two years and, 
still not having a girlfriend, I went to Harvard Business School.
         Then I put all my money into the stock market.  Specifically, into a 
little known mail order company.  It was called Dell Computer.
         Today I am a multi-millionaire.  However, I still donÕt have a 
girlfriend (I guess they think IÕm a pervert or something) so I just keep 
reading sex stories.  Plus, I now write them too.  (What else am I going to 
do with my time?)
         So, while it is literally true that by reading sex stories I got 
straight AÕs in school, and became an expert in sex (stories), and a multi-
millionaire, nonetheless I still cringed when I read that by reading my sex 
stories, one might get straight AÕs, since everyone knows that while 
children do need good grades in school, it is very, very bad for them to 
read anything other than G-rated Walt Disney stories.  (Like the Little 
Mermaid).
         Hence, please do not read this sex story unless you are a mature, 
responsible, sexually experienced adult!  Even though it would in fact get 
you straight AÕs in school.
         Now, for those of you who are bona-fide adults (and not snivelly, 
runny-nosed, immature, dumb, stupid children under the age of 18, I have 
prepared the following story.  This story is GUARANTEED to get you 
straight AÕs in school, and to make you a multi-millionaire.  However it 
may not get you a girlfriend, since I donÕt have one.  Also, if my 
GUARANTEE of straight AÕs should not cum true, I promise to completely 
refund all the money that you paid for this story.


                                      Andrew Roller Presents
                                   Fuck Decency, issue No. 422

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                            PassionÕs Playpen

                                             Chapter Twelve

         Kate brushed back her hair from her face and sleeked her hands down 
over her tummy.  Briefly she looked down at her tits.  They were beautiful 
white cones of flesh, still mostly just consisting of her nipples.  Yet they 
were not just swollen nipples.  They were more than that, and she felt a 
certain pride that she was already ahead of some other girls at her school 
who were just now noticing a swelling of their teats, while she herself 
had grown beyond that.  
         As Kate stepped up onto the step she felt her bottomcheeks roll with 
the lifting and placing of her foot and then the rise of her other foot.  She 
had a full warm bottom, the kind a girl could slip into a pair of jeans and 
feel wiggle behind her as she walked.  The cheeks of her ass were a lovely 
pink-white.  Kate felt the woman place a hand upon them, the same hand 
Kate knew would spank her when the night was over.  She was lifted up by 
a pressure of the womanÕs hand on her bottom.  She lifted her leg like a 
dog about to pee and got it up on the side of the cart.  She pulled herself up 
onto it with the woman cupping her bottom cheeks.
         ÒLie down, on your back,Ó the woman said to Kate, admiring her as 
she knelt on all fours uncertainly on the cart.  Relieved to get her bottom 
under her, Kate flipped onto her back and stretched out.  She wished to 
keep her feet together but the woman made her spread them apart.  Kate 
looked down along the length of her body and wished she had at least a 
little pubic hair to cover her nudity between her legs, but she had none.  
The woman grasped KateÕs wrists and gently drew them up over KateÕs 
head.  Reminding Kate to keep her legs apart, the woman tied KateÕs hands 
to the bar at the end of the cart with ribbons.
         Kate felt herself shiver.  She was completely bare, as if for her 
bath, and it was her bathtime, but instead she was to be decorated and 
served for dessert at dinner.  The woman went to her feet and spread them 
even farther apart.  Then, with Kate watching, the woman bound KateÕs 
feet to the push-bar at the end of the cart.  Kate was completely captive 
now; and she knew that when sheÕd been eaten for dessert, the woman 
would bend Kate over her knee, right at the dinner table, and spank KateÕs 
bottom until she cried.
         For many years they had had orgies in this house.  Kate had been only 
dimly aware of them at first.  But as she grew older sheÕd become more 
conscious of them, until she yearned to be as big as the adults were so she 
could participate too.  When she whispered her fantasy to the woman, the 
woman had shocked Kate by saying she could participate.
         ÒBut not as an adult, dear.  YouÕre too young for that.  Yet I wonÕt 
deny your wish to play with us grown-ups.  It is too late for that, if youÕve 
been spying on us instead of going to bed like youÕre supposed to.  IÕll 
present you at dinner at the next party, but on one condition.  To keep you 
at least a little pure, I insist on spanking you afterward.  And it must be 
in front of the others, so they can see that youÕre getting at least a little 
punishment for being naughty and wanting to show your body to them, and 
for spying on us.Ó
         Kate had reluctantly agreed to the spanking, for she very much 
wanted to play downstairs instead of being sent upstairs to bed.  SheÕd 
spied on them for two whole years.  She was ready for more.
         In her dream Kate knew where she was.  She had an aunt who was 
very vivacious.  SheÕd always dreamed of staying with her aunt instead of 
her parents.  And now, her dream engulfing her, she was her auntÕs child, 
not her child actually but her live-in companion child, and her parents 
were nowhere to be seen.
         KateÕs aunt, a young woman, used a knife to spread icing over KateÕs 
budding breasts.  She slathered the icing over the top portion of each of 
KateÕs titties, but left the underside bare, so that the guests could 
immediately see that Kate was not just a nipple-girl, but had actual little 
peaks that she could show off to them.  KateÕs aunt kissed KateÕs belly but 
put nothing on it.  She did, however, squirt whipped cream into KateÕs 
pussy, so that she was covered a little bit down there.  But then she put a 
maraschino cherry into the whipped cream, and Kate felt very 
embarrassed.  She was indeed a virgin, yet she did not want it so blatantly 
advertised.  She arched her hips, hoping to displace the cherry, but her 
aunt told her to be still or else.  Then she parted KateÕs lips and put an 
apple in KateÕs mouth.  After considering the effect for a moment, she 
plucked it out again.  She said she preferred to see KateÕs innocent smile.  
Then she drew apart KateÕs hair into twin pigtails, as a final statement of 
KateÕs artless sexiness, a bare girl who should be in bed spread out on a 
serving cart instead.
         Kate had had her bath early tonight.  She could still smell the 
Winnie-the-Pooh bubble bath on her skin and pigtailed hair, a light 
childish scent that clung to her even after sheÕd rinsed.  She hoped the 
guests liked her.  She did not wish to be rejected because she was too 
young.  She wished for the man in the doorway to see her again, without 
her kid jeans and her t-shirt, all naked and spread out for his eyes and his 
mouth.
         She was wheeled into the dining room by her aunt.  To KateÕs 
embarrassed delight her arrival was greeted by ÔOoohsÕ and ÔAhhs,Õ both 
female and male.  They gazed upon her, all dressed in tuxes and evening 
gowns.  Lying in a silver tray on the cart, she was lifted and transferred 
to the table by two men.  One of them was the man whoÕd seen her in the 
family room.  Slyly he took the bottom of the tray, the end where her feet 
were, so he could peer unrestricted up between her legs at her pussy.  Kate 
was glad for the whipped cream her aunt had squirted there and hoped it 
covered all of her slit.
         Kate was placed in the center of the table, between two elegant gold 
candelabra.  Her hands, freed from the push-rail at the end of the cart, 
were re-tied to the candelabra, so that they remained stretched out above 
her head.  Her bare feet were pulled wide apart and tied with ribbons that 
ran to the edges of the table, where they were tied by the long ribbons to 
hooks under the table.  Kate did not resist as the men tied her.  She was 
too excited.  Her little nipples stood up straight, the icing not covering 
them, though it did cover the top halves of her breasts.  Her pussy buzzed 
for attention under the layer of whipped cream that was melting in it, 
with the cherry announcing her innocence, like a small fake penis standing 
boldly up from a froth of baby-like cream.
         A small discussion ensued among the guest over KateÕs beauty and 
charm.  No one suggested she might be too young to join them.  Instead the 
females present talked of their first sexual experience.  The men listened 
raptly.  They might have been jealous, but a female in complete innocence 
lay right before them, offering herself, with her legs apart and her tits 
adorned and stiffly ready.  Then, with all aroused, the women were 
encouraged to kneel up on the table, leaving their seats.  Kate squealed as 
she felt herself licked by female tongues.  They were quiet admirers of 
her beauty, these women, softly licking her like obedient cats having a 
treat.  But Kate could barely restrain herself.  She squirmed and laughed 
and gritted her teeth and then exploded out her breath in a squealing laugh.
         She was so happy!  The woman worked at her body appreciatively, as 
if she were as big as they were, and worthy.  Yet she wondered if the men, 
upping the womenÕs skirts from behind, were looking at her or at the 
newly revealed bottoms of their paramours.  As Kate felt the kitten-like 
tongues of the women lick off the icing from her breasts, and then stay to 
suckle the little mounds, while other female tongues ate her cherry and 
invaded her slit, small sounds of pleasure erupted from those that were 
eating her.  The women were being fucked!  Kate turned her head this way 
and that, when the tongues did not make her giggle, and watched in 
amazement, close to the action at last, not spying from a distance, as the 
women were plowed by their lovers.  
         When the lovers turned to copulation, Kate was left to lie alone on 
the table.  She was licked clean but her pussy burned for attention.  She 
bucked her hips.  She hoped someone would give her something for it.  The 
man sheÕd seen in the doorway came to her, ignoring the women, or 
finished with them.  He got on the table and dipped his stubbled face 
between her legs and began to lick.  
         Kate howled with pleasure.  All around her she could hear the women 
being fucked, screaming out their delight, as she herself was chastely 
fucked in her slit by the tongue of this stranger.  He invaded her and 
teased her hymen and tried pressing past it with his tongue.  He made her 
thrash in her bonds on the table as he found her spot and attacked it with 
his mouth as if she were a full-grown woman.  
         At last KateÕs aunt came and pulled him away.  Over an hour had gone 
by, with him paying attention to just her bare licked-clean pussy.  Now the 
couples had been satisfied, losing at least the edge of their passion to 
each other, and it was time to entertain them with KateÕs spanking.
         Kate was amazed to see her aunt completely nude.  Her bare breasts 
swung over KateÕs face, just inches from her mouth and her wide-eyes, as 
her aunt, kneeling up on the table, worked to untie Kate.  She got an up-
close view of her auntÕs bottom as the woman turned and freed KateÕs 
feet, still on her knees on the table as if she were a dog.
         With her aunt properly seated in a cushioned dining chair, Kate was 
put over her auntÕs knees.  She gazed at the man whoÕd licked her.  He had 
an awesome penis, though it was somewhat reduced in size due to some 
expenditure heÕd recently made, it still impressed her.  Kate wished he 
would spank her, to give her some dignity, but instead her aunt began 
paddling her.  At first Kate tried sucking her thumb to ignore the pain and 
to keep from crying out, but she couldnÕt hold herself back for long.


                                           MAGAZINE REVIEW
                                               by a stranger

Tight, April 1999, $6.99.  Full-color, slick paper, standard-sized 
magazine.  Many pages.  Far East Publications, Inc.  462 Broadway, Fourth 
Floor, New York, NY 10013-2697; 1-212-966-8400.  No web site listed.
         Order from:  Jiffy Fulfillment, Inc., P.O. Box 1102, Cranford, New 
Jersey 07016-1102.  Single copy prices are:
         $10.00 United States, $13.00 Canada and Mexico, $14.00 Europe, 
$15.00 Asia.  (Price includes postage; pay in U.S. funds.)

         Review:  Tonight I went to the mall.  I went there to buy the monthly 
Playboy newsstand specials.  As I was coming back out of the mall, I cut 
through a clothing store.  There, I saw a delicious young girl.  She was 
about 12, maybe 14.  She had a lovely slim figure with slender legs, and an 
adorably small bottom.  Unfortunately, the store was loaded with security 
cameras, so I knew I couldnÕt linger and stare at her without getting in 
trouble.
         I left.  Since Waldenbooks didnÕt have any (new) Playboy newsstand 
specials, I went to Tower Books, at another mall.  As I walked into Tower, 
lamenting that I couldnÕt stand in the clothing store and stare at that 12-
year-old girl, guess what I saw?
         Yes!  The new issue of Tight!  A year ago I called this magazine ÒDog 
of the MonthÓ.  But itÕs much improved now.  Every issue features a slender 
young blonde, who looks 12-years-old.  So, even though I didnÕt get to 
stare at the girl in the clothing store, I did get to see beautiful naked 
girls who look just like her in Tight.
         Of course, IÕd much prefer to have a real girlfriend.  But I guess 
seeing girls in a magazine is the next best thing.  I still havenÕt 
subscribed to Tight, but I did enjoy last monthÕs issue very much, and this 
monthÕs issue is great too.
         A great thing about Tight is that not only are the girls young and 
slim (and blonde), but the photos also focus very much on these two items:  
bare bottoms and discarded white panties.
         Another great thing about some of the photos is that the girl looks 
like a captive.  Of course in real life IÕm a sensible, prudent, law-abiding 
piece of shit, but how wonderful it is to imagine myself as Genghis Khan, 
with slender naked slave girls at my disposal!
         I guess Tight has become my favorite magazine.  At one time I 
dreamed of being Hugh Hefner, and owning Playboy.  But tonight I was 
thinking about it, and I said to myself, ÒYou know, the magazine IÕd really 
like to own is Tight.Ó
         The problem with the girls in Playboy is that they are too mature.  
Big breasts, big thighs, big asses, and personalities that look like they 
have one thing on their mind:  money.
         However the girls in Tight are young and delicate.  They have bodies 
that some feminists might describe as ÒskinnyÓ, but I think are just right.  
Really, there is no comparison between the luscious young girls in Tight 
and those dumb, fat old Playboy Playmates.  I may be exaggerating a little 
(after all, I do still like and buy Playboy), but if I had a choice of spending 
the night with the Tight girls, or with Playboy Playmates, IÕd choose 
Tight!
         Not all the girls in Tight are slender blondes.  There are still some 
dogs.  But, so far this year, every issue of Tight that IÕve seen has been a 
Òmust buyÓ.
         A final thought about Tight:  Even though I do like ÒBarely LegalÓ 
(itÕs much improved too), nonetheless the girls in ÒBarely LegalÓ still 
strike me as professional models.  The girls in ÒTightÓ, on the other hand, 
look like nice girls you might see at your local playground.
         Now I realize some damn feminist reading this article (or, worse, 
some man who conspires with feminists) is going to be greatly offended.  
However, I like girls.  I donÕt like women.  In fact, in my vocabulary, 
ÒwomenÓ is a swear word, usually proceeded by the word ÒdamnÓ.
         Well, this concludes my review of Tight.  Since I might have 
offended someone, I will leave it unsigned.


                                             AND IN THE END...

                                  DOWN WITH CHILD MOLESTERS!

         ÒAmericans... are natural-born missionaries unburdened by doubt.  
Products of a nation defined by abstract ideas rather than race, religion or 
culture, they are constantly advocating some new idea or other.  When they 
believe in something, even if they only started believing it that very day, 
they immediately want the entire world to share their enthusiasm.
         ÒIn the past... that has been true of any number of fad diets, of 
fundamental democratic ideals, of cigarette smoking when the world still 
had to be converted from pipes a century ago, and, more recently, of 
stringent prohibitions on smoking.  Each time, there is not merely a cold 
intellectual certainty that the only truth has finally been found, but a 
passionate desire to have it universally recognised.Ó

- The Economist, February 13, 1999, Review page 6.


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