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Man MUST Molest to be Happy !
Have you ever wondered what it�s like to be sodomized? Well, I
don�t wonder about it anymore, because yesterday it happened to me.
Here�s what happened: I was standing in my apartment. I was staring at
Brooke. She�s a model in Tight magazine. Her picture is hanging on my
wall, because I�m in love with her.
�Brooke!� I cried. �If you love me, please give me a sign!�
I waited. Nothing happened. Finally, upset and distressed, I sat
down. Abruptly. Unfortunately, I�d been moving stuff around in my
apartment, and my portable phone was sitting upright in my chair.
I wasn�t wearing any pants. (Don�t ask why.) Guess where my
portable phone went?
That�s right. It went right up me, where the sun never shines. Then
something worse happened. The phone started ringing. In my ass.
At the same time, my doorbell rang. What do you do when you�ve got
no pants on, someone�s banging on your door, and a phone is ringing in your
ass?
Finally, the person at the door went away, and I got that damn phone
out of my ass.
�Hello?� I asked. I hoped it was Brooke, but in fact it was just some
guy. He started talking as soon as he heard my voice. Here�s what he said:
�Hello? Holy joe? I�m 37-years-old. I�ve never had a girlfriend.
I�ve never even held hands with a girl. What should I do? I don�t want to
get stuck with some guy�s used girlfriend, or with somebody�s ex-wife.�
�Wow,� I said. �It sounds like you�re marooned in the middle of
1990�s feminist America.�
�Yes!� he cried. �Can you help me?�
�I don�t think so,� I said. �But I did just get Playboy in the mail.
The August 1998 issue. Perhaps there�s an article in there that can help
you.�
�I doubt it,� he said. �They assume all us guys are sexually
experienced. Like, you know, they�ll ask a girl on the Playmate Data Sheet
about sex. But I don�t want a girl who�s had sex, since I�ve never had sex.�
�Absolutely!� I agreed. �I see your point exactly. But let�s give
Playboy a try, shall we? It�s the best I can offer.�
�Okay,� the guy on the phone said.
I opened the new Playboy at random. As I did, I prayed to Brooke, on
my wall, for help. You wouldn�t believe what happened. My prayers were
answered!
�Here�s some help for you,� I said to my friend on the phone. �It�s an
article about the female cunt, by Asa Baber, on page 30.�
�What does it say?� the guy on the phone asked.
�Well, let me read a little of it to you,� I told him. �Here goes:�
�We remember, in exquisite detail, each stroke and taste and touch
and smell of quim, from our earliest experiences with it to time present.�
�Quim?� my friend on the phone asked.
�It means cunt,� I told him. �Now, as I see it, you need a girl who is
on the same level as you,� I said.
�Exactly,� he replied. �Does that mean I should like girls who are
18? I know that�s younger than I am but...�
�No! No!� I said. �That�s way too old! We both agreed you need a girl
who�s on the same level as you. Since you�ve never done anything, you need
a girl who�s never done anything.�
�What age is that?� the guy on the phone asked.
�Eleven, at the oldest, according to Asa Baber,� I answered.
�Eleven?� the guy on the phone said.
�Yes,� I said. �Let me read you some more of Asa�s article. He gives
out Oscars to the best cunts he�s ever known:�
�An Oscar to Jenny, a tan and compact nymph in Florida. [She] used
to sneak out to the boat dock with me in the evenings for necking and
experimentation. We were 11-years-old.�
�Wow. Lucky for Asa he was 11,� my friend on the phone said.
�Never mind Asa,� I told him. �It�s the girl we�re interested in. She
got started at 11, so you don�t want anyone older than that, or you�ll be
getting somebody else�s used up, ex-girlfriend.�
�You�re right!� my friend on the phone agreed. �So, let�s assume I
meet an 11-year-old girl and �molest,� �rape,� etc. her.�
�In other words you both have fun together and learn about sex?� I
asked.
�Whatever we both feel comfortable doing,� he answered. �Let�s say
that happens. What next? Should I start dating 37-year-old women
then?�
�No! No!� I said. �When you and the 11-year-old have wrapped up
your business, it�s time to move on to the next level.�
�What�s that?� he asked.
�Junior high girls,� I said.
�Junior high?!� he cried. �Are you just trying to stick me with flat-
chested lovers?�
�Not at all,� I said. �Listen to Asa:�
�For the... Broad in Junior High who Had the Most Bounteous Chest on
Chicago�s South Side: An Oscar to Marilyn, queen of my dreams...�
�Hmmm, sounds like a Dreamgirl,� the guy on the phone said.
�Yes, and listen what this junior high girl did to Asa,� I said, reading
more:
�[She would] smother me in her ginger-spice flesh. With her breasts
covering my ears... [she made me] so infatuated with her cleavage that I
couldn�t think straight.�
�It sounds to me like the girl didn�t need any protection, but Asa
sure did!� my friend on the phone said. �So, let�s say I make it with a girl
in junior high. Should I start dating 37-year-old women then?�
�Nope,� I replied. �Next you must learn about bondage, with a high
school girl!�
�Yikes!� he said.
�Be quiet and listen,� I told him. I read on:
�Some Girls Like to Be Spanked: A golden Oscar to Jensen, a dark,
thin, vibrant beauty who stopped me suddenly one summer evening as we
were walking out of a movie, pulled me into an alley and said, without
warning, �Slap me. Slap me hard.� ...After some protestation, I gave her a
gentle slap on her face. �Harder,� she said. I could not do that, so she
turned around, raised her skirt, stuck out her butt and said, �OK, then spank
me.� I managed to do that without much hesitation, and, OK, I admit it: I
really enjoyed it!�
�Wow!� my friend said. �You�ve really got an agenda lined up for me.
Molesting 11-year-olds, sucking the tits of junior high girls, and playing
bondage games with high school girls, where I�m the master and she�s the
slave!�
�Yep,� I said. �But it�s all normal, part of everyday America. Sure,
you�re older than they are, but since you�re as innocent as they are, you
won�t get any cross words from me.�
�I just hope I don�t run into any feminists, or flakey people who
think I�m doing something wrong,� the guy on the phone said.
�I can only give you advice, based on my research,� I told him.
�Well, I�m off then!� he said. �Wish me luck!�
�Good luck!� I said.
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Issue No. 385
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion�s Playpen
Chapter Four
The man flung off his chains as soon as he was able. Ignoring Marie,
his antagonist, entirely, he ran to where Kate and Cindy were bound. Like
a dog in heat, he positioned himself behind Kate and attempted her bottom.
Kate screamed. The gag helpfully muffled her cry, leaving the man to do
as he wished with her. But in his eagerness he found he couldn�t get
himself into her tight ass. So, readjusting himself, he thrust quickly and
vigorously into her cunt.
Kate yelped at the rudeness of his entry. The man, who she could
barely see and who was much bigger than her, held her tightly by her hips.
He penetrated her hard with his cock. He ignored her pleadings as he
rubbed his hairy crotch and belly against her wounded red bottom.
He did not last long. He jetted into her and held himself tightly
against her. Afterward he let himself enjoy a moment of post coital bliss.
As he softened inside her he kissed her face profusely. Then he withdrew.
The man grabbed a pink towel off the shelf near the girls and rapidly
dried his loins with it.
�You are one Hell of a woman,� he said to Marie. His voice was gruff,
respectful. Bogart lingered near her, to protect her if needed.
�I hope you�re not too angry with me,� Marie said.
�I�d have killed you this morning, but now I just want to get the fuck
out of here!� the man said. �But if I ever meet a friend who complains he�s
bored by sex, I�ll send him to you.�
�Don�t recommend him unless he looks as good as you do,� Marie
smiled. �I only tie up my favorite men in my barn.�
�I�ll keep that in mind,� the man said. He tossed the pink towel onto
the floor. �Mind if I go? I value my dick.�
�Please cum again,� Marie teased.
�You�re a sick, insane woman, and you should be locked up. But God
knows I�ll probably be back, idiot that I am,� the man said. �By the way
that girl�s cunt was delicious.�
And with that back-handed compliment to poor Kate, the man hustled
himself out of the barn. Five were left. Their cocks wiggled insanely,
begging for whatever attention Marie chose to give them. She might have
proposed shortening them with her knives, and if it meant being caressed
by her hands they probably would have accepted. Marie went to the second
man and began lubing him up for his duties.
The morning passed with each girl receiving three penises. Some
preferred Kate, one managing to get into her bottom. The rest preferred
Cindy, two marvelling at the fact that they were fucking a female who
was already pregnant. Each man who fucked Cindy wanted to take her in
her cunt. They seemed inspired by the prospect of getting �two for one,�
fucking both her and her growing baby.
Kate�s lover was the last to be released. He fucked Kate hard in her
cunt. His passage was eased remarkably by the boatloads of jism already
pumped into her by the first man. As he banged away inside her cunt he
could feel not only the cum left by the first man, but also the cum that
was leaking out of Kate�s bottomhole from the second man�s visit.
Marie monitored Kate�s rising orgasm closely as her lover plumbed
her. She was looking for a point at which to pop off Kate�s nipple clamps.
Just as Kate reached her peak, one of many that morning, this last given
her by her lover, Marie sprung the clamps from her tits.
Kate�s nipples screamed. They had been separated from the rest of
her, caught between the tiny gripping jaw-like mouths of the clamps, yet
now they were returned to her, the full measure of her pulsing blood
rushing into them and making them howl. Kate keened into a second and
third orgasm as her nipples whined out in pain. They were so very
sensitive, and now Marie, wickedly, passed a fingertip over them to
remind them of how free they were after being tightly held within the
clamps. Each brushing touch seemed to fling Kate�s nipples into new
spasms of feeling. They were alive, too alive, and she was achingly,
spasmingly aware of them. She had been a girl once, wearing a neat white
training bra, and then ever larger bras, but now she was a naked banshee
curdling with lust and strange, awkward pains, in her tits and in her
bottom and, deeply felt, in her yearning cunt, forced yawningly wide by her
lover�s indriving penis.
When both girls were quite exhausted and well-fucked, Marie ordered
them to be set free. Kate collapsed into her lover�s arms. Cindy was
caught by a second man. He�d been the second-to-last to have her. The
other four men had left the barn as soon as they�d cum.
�Well, let�s go inside then. It�s rather chilly out here,� Marie said.
She sounded as chipper as if they�d just finished some party for children,
where no one got laid or punished. It was, indeed, no later than noon.
Marie led them back inside the house. Bogart stayed behind in the barn to
clean up.
Trent took Kate upstairs to his bed. She did not want to go back to
the bed made of furs. It was too strange, too erotic. He placed her face
down in the bed he�d slept in the previous night, while she awaited her
first taste of the crop on her fanny. Tenderly he spread her out on his bed.
The sheets were fresh, changed by Bess. There, where he�d spent the night
entertaining two other young ladies, and whipped a man�s wife earlier in
the evening, he devoted himself just to Kate. He put lotion on her bottom
and kissed her endlessly. She moaned under his touch. She put her hands
beneath her and masturbated for him as he soothed her. Later, after Bess
brought them refreshments, he grew hard again. He took her savagely,
upon the bed, venting his frustration at being tied up by pounding her cunt.
Bess entered while he was fucking her, to pick up their tray. He did not
stop for her. He kept fucking Kate, making her scream with his passion. In
another room, though Kate didn�t know who was doing it to her, Kate heard
Cindy cry out.
Second-rated
by Lisa Scarboro
Living in someone else�s shadow
can be such a tiresome thing.
No matter how I try to shine,
somehow I�m never seen.
I joke about invisibility
to hide how I really feel
about being second best, second fiddle,
second choice in everything.
No matter the circumstances,
it always seems to be,
whoever else is available,
is preferable over me.
Just don�t judge me over-harshly,
for feeling like I do,
maybe you�d feel the same as me,
if you took a few steps in my shoes.
AND IN THE END...
ROCK N� ROLL GRADE SCHOOL
�Ryan, an 11-year-old girl, intently watches a scene from one of
her favorite TV dramas, Dawson�s Creek. She listens as the character
Jen, who lost her virginity at 12...�
- TIME, June 15, 1998, page 55.
�There�s this girl I know, she�s nine years old... she�s had sex. She
even has bigger boobs than my mom!�
- TIME, June 15, 1998, page 56.
�She claims to know 11-year-old girls �from good families� who
work as prostitutes.�
- The Economist, June 13, 1998, pg. 35.
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