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All I Need In My Life Is A Horny Biker Slut

By Casper, 08/15/2011 - 12:15pm
Another case of me having way too much time, amongst other things, on my hands lead me to the incidental discovery of the cum-swapping, piss-mopping world of Horny Biker Slut comics. And 'woof!', is this a nasty little publication. The "girls", with their military haircuts and the build of a fucking linebacker, treat their bodies like filling stations for Hell's Angels-type greaseballs and wimpy skeezes. Have I got you hooked? Good. Now not to fret, I'll dive deeper into the graphic details a little further on, but I feel its only right, the man of taste and decency that I am, that we talk about how these sleazy rags came to be, so don't blow your load just yet. Published by Last Gasp, a company out of San Francisco essential to the outreach of the underground comix movement, having put out material from R. Crumb, Robert Williams, and Bill Griffith, in 1991, Horny Biker Slut was the new whore on the block, selling her twat to any acne-ridden reader with a measly $2.95 in his/her pocket. Each issue, of which their were thirteen total, was written and illustrated by John Howard, whose done covers for Al Goldstein's Screw Magazine, with art contributed by Scott Phillips and Dave St. Albans. Unsurprisingly, these books did very well upon their release, gargling it's way into the collections of pervs everywhere. A given issue of this Adults Only mag might consist of three to four vignettes featuring muscly jezebels engaging in an ungodly amount of drippy double-penetration while pressing their buns up against the hot chrome pipes of a chopper. One of the, if not 'the', most vulgar comic you'll ever lay eyes on, HBS (Horny Biker Slut) is as much a supporter of thick thighs and giant tits as it is dicks. Referred to as 'weasels', some kind of underground '90s slang, a throbbing, oozing dick makes an appearance in about every panel, every page for sure, eager to douse the leather-clad chicks with lots of warm glaze. Nick Gazin, if you're out there, stop touching yourself! Plot-line, you say? Who needs 'em! This ain't that bitch-ass, prude Wonder Woman we're talking about, these women, some of which are not so well-concealed trannys with veiny pricks of their own, will make you go ass to mouth, and like it, before its all over with. Dykes get their holes plugged with dirty, smelly man-meat, ripped off, and then physically abused, how's that for a synopsis? If this kinda XXX filth peaks your interest, pay a visit to your local comic shop and pray they've got some of these lying around in a backroom somewhere, with the pages not stuck together, because this smut's been out of print for a minute. Be honest...you all love sluts.
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