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                                    Control your Sick Urges!


         Do you ever have indecent thoughts?  Improper emotions? 
Politically incorrect desires?  Get holy joe's MIND FUCK.
         Here's how it works.  First, find a quiet viewing area,
preferably not your school or local library.  Unzip your pants.  Take
hold of yourself in between your legs and, with one of holy joe's
stories in front of you, begin rubbing.
         Do not linger.  The purpose of holy joe's stories is not to
provide pleasure, but to cleanse you of socially unacceptable impulses. 
Rub quickly between your legs, as you read the story.  To keep yourself
from loitering over passages, it is recommended that you read aloud. 
Speak as fast as you can as you read the following passage:

         She bent over, forced by his hands.  He gripped her, presenting
what only moments before she had been sitting on.
         "OOOK!  Not in my BOT-TOM!" Betsy cried.
         "SILENCE!" Fred told her.  He pressed Betsy's upturned behind
to his friend.  "Take her," he told Leroy.  "I'm too big for her."
         "But I'm a virgin!" Betsy pleaded.
         
         See?  Already you are beginning to access and cleanse
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stories you can rid yourself of all your urges:  lesbianism,
homosexuality, bondage, little girls, and dogs.  Here at the holy joe
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diligent and keep rubbing yourself (and reading) for many hours.
         Yes, here at the holy joe Sex Center we are striving to create
a moral America.  We don't offer vague cures such as "letting Jesus into
your life" or telling you to go sit in some Church.  Instead, we attack
the problem directly, right between your legs!
         Don't settle for half-baked solutions that leave you feeling
guilty and unfulfilled.  holy joe's MIND FUCK will expose your deepest
emotions.  It will cause you to empty yourself of them, much as you
empty yourself of shit when you sit on the toilet.
         If your nasty thoughts return, simply use MIND FUCK again. 
Keep reading holy joe's stories as often as you need to.  Help keep our
nation a morally clean place by constant and regular application of holy
joe's wholesome cure!



                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in 
                                              Night Games


                                              Chapter Six

         She sat in his lap, his sperm trickling out of her ass and onto
his flaccid penis.  She was still weeping, just a little, and he looked
at her consolingly now, wondering if he had hurt her.  He had heard of
females being riven so hard by a male penis that the lining of their
rectum was torn.  He wondered if in his passion he had done this to
her.  She was, after all, only 12.  Now that his lust for her had abated
somewhat, he began to be concerned about something other than his
penis.  Gently he felt her hips.  Then he passed his hands lower onto
the luxurious roundness of her bottom.  It was like feeling two round
rubber balls.  She squirmed.  She had her thumb in her mouth and
suddenly it popped out of her as he found her asscrack.  She turned her
face and looked at him.  She wiped her tear stained cheeks with the back
of her hand and asked him, with little girl bluntness,
         "Whose ass did you like better?  Mine or my mom's?"  Her
question relieved him.  He caught some of his sperm on his hands, as it
dripped out of his ass.  He lifted his hands and quietly checked them,
pretending to ponder her question.  There was no blood, just the white
of his spent essence, mixed with some of her bowel material.  Next time
he should probably give her an enema first, he told himself.  She was,
quite involuntarily, owing to his sperm leaking out of her bottom,
shitting on his lap.
         "You mom was wonderful," Mark told the girl, conscious of the
older woman lying on the bed behind him, watching him with open eyes,
aware of his words.  "And you were a lot of work," Mark told the
12-year-old.  "Either my cock's too big or your ass is too small."
         "She's just starting seventh grade," Sasha said, languidly and
perhaps a little accusingly, as she lay on the bed admiring the buttocks
of the man who was sitting upright before her.  Mark turned and looked
over his shoulder.  Cindy's mom was as beautiful as ever, seemingly
wrapped in her long golden hair which he had released as he fucked her. 
He felt Cindy squirm in his lap and her movement caused her asscheeks to
grind down on his penis.  With a slight gasp he felt himself begin to
become erect again.  Trapped under the 12-year-old's bottom the feeling
was delicious, if promising soon to be painful because there was not
enough space for him.  Cindy felt him rise and let out a little,
         "Ooooh!"
         The spectators, once the joust was finished, had all left the
doorway, left the trio to themselves, but now Gwen drifted into the
room.  She was utterly naked, and there was sperm in her hair, which
hung down over her shoulders and swished against her back as she
walked.  Not only was there sperm in the hair that hung from her head
but it was matted in her small tangle of pubic hair between her legs. 
It also coated the insides of her bare creamy thighs.
         "If you three are finished fucking perhaps you'd like to join
some of us in the shower," Gwen suggested.  Cindy hopped down from
Mark's lap.
         "Sure," she said, feeling quite soiled now with all the sperm
and shit coming out of her ass.  Mark's cock popped up, stained with
Cindy's effluence.  It quivered stiffly between his legs, the organ of a
young man for whom two copulations were not enough, in such tempting
circumstances.
         "Oh!  You still have more," Gwen said, impressed by Mark's
vigor.  Cindy turned and looked at what had gone into her.
         "YEEEEK!" she cried, not only at what she had taken but at the
prospect of having to take it again.  Gwen looked past the tempting
display and fixed her eyes on Sasha.
         "Do you care to sleep, or did you just need the bed to fuck?"
she asked the woman.  Sasha smiled.  She did not feel sleepy, and could
see the delight in Gwen's eyes at what was between Mark's legs.  She
could only see the young man's back from where she lay, but being 24,
she did not need many clues to know he was erect again.
         "To fuck," Sasha said to Gwen.
         "Then perhaps you and your daughter are ready for more?" Gwen
asked.
         "Perhaps," Sasha answered.
         "Teddy wants to go to bed," Cindy told Gwen.  She held up her
bear for the woman to see.  "But first he needs a bath."  Gwen ignored
the little girl.  If the child weren't so beautiful she would have
regarded her as a nuisance.  But the men present had paid handsomely to
be in the presence of such a young thing, and seeing the little girl's
bottom deflowered had been an inspirational delight, one that had
translated to ardent fucking of the women present.  That they had not
yet had a crack at her with their own cocks seemed not too much of a
disappointment to them.  The women were lovely beyond belief and the
Gwen had warned the men that the little girl must be handled with care. 
Mark seemed, for the moment at least, the perfect lover for her; he was
just eight years older than her and a strapping example of male
virility.  He had, too, Gwen thought to herself, the perfect combination
of gentleness and cruelty, which was necessary to take a child like
Cindy over the threshold of girlhood into womanhood.  Sasha rose up
languidly in the bed.
         "What do you have in mind?" the young mother asked her
hostess.  Gwen brushed back her hair.
         "I'm sure I could think up something deliciously wicked," Gwen
answered.  "If you're up to it."
         "Is Mark?" Sasha asked, knowing the answer.  She came slid
forward on the bed and looked around Mark's waist.  There was his cock,
standing stiff and ready.  The young man could not have doused his
passion if he had wanted to.  Sasha smiled and touched a finger to the
man's erection.  It was a good ten inches in length, perhaps more.  Too
much for a little girl, no doubt, or almost so, but a good contest for a
woman.  Something she could really test herself upon.
         "Don't point that at me!" Cindy yelled, looking at how Mark's
cock seemed aimed right at her bottom.  She was still sticking out
behind, her lovely ass poised like a pair of scoops of vanilla ice
cream, and owing to the fact that her back was to Mark, because she was
standing in front of him, he did indeed look like a missile poised to
strike at the target of her heinie.
         "I want every man at the party to have a crack at that darling
ass of yours," Gwen said, passing the girl now, coming forward toward
Mark, and glancing sideways at the girl's insouciant bottom.
         "NO!" Cindy cried.  Her hands, one of which had been clutching
her bear and the other one palming her flannel-covered belly, wondering
if it could get away with stroking her pussy, flew to her ass.  The bear
tumbled to the floor.
         "Gwen, no!" Her denial echoing Cindy's own, her concern for her
daughter palpable in her voice.
         "Not necessarily with their cocks, dear," Gwen said to Sasha. 
"We have a game we play.  I invented it at another party of mine.  It's
called round robin.  We can start with Mark, if he can survive the
attention he may receive in the shower."  Gwen put a hand to her pussy,
clearly excited by her game and not the least embarrassed at pleasuring
herself in front of her guests.  "Everyone gets in a circle.  One person
is told to go around the circle and offer themselves to every mouth in
the room."  The woman, still fingering her slit, stepped closer to
Mark.  She joined Sasha in touching the man's penis.  "So Mark, for
instance, would offer his cock to everyone in the room.  Female and
male," Gwen smiled, noting with satisfaction the alarm in Mark's eyes as
she spoke of homosexual love.  "It's a no holds barred feast," Gwen
said.  "You can do anything to the person, as they stand in front of
you.  Kiss them, lick them, even bite them, if you don't hurt them too
badly.  It is excellent for teaching males control and helping females
to open themselves more fully.  Cindy would quickly learn to get her ass
open with a whole series of tongues invading her."
         "Mmmmm, tantalizing," Sasha said.  "What do you think, Mark?"
she asked the young man.  He trembled, but it was a glorious rigid
trembling, like a piece of steel buffeted by a tremendous wind.  As for
little Cindy, she chose that moment to bend over and pick up her bear. 
Her bottom jutted at the three people behind her, and with seeming
child-like innocence, but perhaps something else as well, she decided to
talk to her bear.  In her bent over position, with her ass sticking out
so lewdly from her open bottom flap.
         "Don't worry, Mr. Bear.  They won't make you get your bottom
licked," Cindy told her stuffed animal.  "No, they would never do that. 
Expesially if your bottom's all furry!" she added, mangling the word
`especially' with her sweet child's voice.
         "Except yours isn't," Mark told the girl, as the two women
stroked his long cock.
         "HUH?" Cindy asked.  She looked back at Mark, but not by
standing upright and turning to face him.  Instead, with her bottom
rearing back at him, she looked at him between her legs, bent over like
a girl digging for clams at the beach.
         "I said your bottom's not furry," Mark said to the girl.
         "It is if I button up my flap," Cindy said.  She dropped her
bear to the floor and made a show, with her head still poised down
between her legs, of buttoning up her bottom flap.  But either she had
trouble with the buttons or didn't really want to end her show, for
after a moment or so of fooling with the flap she let it drop again, and
stood up, her ass still sticking out the back of her pajamas.

30

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