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LOLITA on T.V. !
The 60 million dollar major motion picture Lolita, which American
movie distributors refused to show, will now premiere this Sunday,
August 2, on Showtime. It will air at 9 p.m.
Hopefully the movie will get high ratings and become a weekly T.V.
show.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 396
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion�s Playpen
Chapter Six
Sherry stopped in the middle of the room. Still she acknowledged no
one, not even Marie. Beth set the pail down beside her. Kate saw Sherry
fight to control a blush. Then the girl, just a little red-cheeked, bent
carefully until her knees touched the floor. Quietly, almost noiselessly,
she dipped her sponge into the pail. She submerged it daintily. Then she
drew it up. It was wet and covered with suds. Applying it to the floor as
if it were fine china, Sherry began slowly to rub it.
The men were awed by the girl�s impeccable, newly grown beauty.
They watched open mouthed as her ripe young tits jiggled from her chest.
Sherry�s nipples sprouted hard and ready. Yet she bit her lip and kept
scrubbing, a proper well-brought-up girl who knew her place and only
wished to exist properly within it. To see such a marvelous, unblemished
creature reduced to cleaning a floor of sex jism deeply aroused them.
David, who had lost himself on that very spot, shooting onto Marie�s thigh
and, in his excitement, spilling himself on the floor, arose anew. Jim also
stood up, though he, like David, merely swelled promisingly, not yet fully
erected and hard. Kate watched both men and admired their rising penises.
�Up, up, up,� she found herself chanting quietly. Lynette, beside her,
nudged her gaily.
Kate glanced up at the bondage table over her head. �None for you
this time. You�re pregnant!� she chided Cindy.
�Pregnant goes first,� Cindy retorted.
�Girls, girls. Don�t get quarrelsome, or I�ll have them both,� Marie
reproved them. Nancy, wide-eyed, stared at David and then behind herself
at Jim. She looked only between their legs. Kate hoped Marie got to
spanking Nancy soon, for that might keep the girl at bay while she herself
made a beeline for David. But Rod, he must be got rid of somehow, for he
hunched forward and gazed proudly down at David�s erection.
�You can have Rod,� Kate suggested to Lynette.
Lynette gave a feminine snort in reply. �He�s not even up,� she said.
�But you�re such a bombshell, aren�t you?� Kate asked.
�Forget him, but thanks for the compliment,� Lynette said.
I watched, casually, as an observer does at a ball game, as the men�s
testicles departed from the jangling position and lofted themselves up
into their crotches. Twin church bells, hung in a slingy sac, became bold,
bulging ball pouches that looked like a single round balloon.
Marie tumbled Nancy over her knees. The brunette lay open-eyed and
open-mouthed, like a wondering child, over Marie�s bare legs. The woman
smiled down at her new victim and patted her bottom. Nancy put a finger
in her mouth and waited for the inevitable. She sucked on her finger like a
talisman, as if it could protect her bare backside.
�Your ass is simply perfect for swatting,� Marie chuckled at Nancy.
The girl jerked as Marie inquired within her cheeks. The woman�s finger
found Nancy�s hole and pressed.
�Oh, don�tttt,� Nancy said, her protest obscured by her finger in her
mouth.
�Does my finger bother you, dear girl?� Marie laughed. She lifted her
chin and her breasts shook as she laughed, big cantaloupes in a windy
market scale. Kate remembered weighing fruit at the grocery. She
wondered, looking at Marie�s breasts, just how much the woman�s
mammaries would weigh. Perhaps a doctor would find out one day, if she
ever needed a masectomy.
Marie teased her way deeper into Nancy�s hole. It was tough going,
but the woman slipped a finger under Nancy�s belly and found her spot with
her free hand, and Nancy, beginning to squirm like a fish over Marie�s legs,
jutted her bottom up needfully to put more of Marie into her ass.
�Why, you naughty girl, do you want my finger up your fanny?� Marie
asked. At once she pulled her finger out, making a little popping sound as
it departed from Nancy�s cheeks. Then, arching the digit that had gone
exploring, so that its BM�ed surface stuck up higher than the rest of her
fingers, Marie brought her hand down upon Nancy�s ass.
�OOOOOCH!� Nancy cried. Her girlish bosoms flung themselves about
as she received the slap and reacted to it. Fishlike, she sprang up her
chest while scissoring her legs behind her. She was a beached mermaid
slithering back to sea, caught bottomup on the beach by a sunbather.
�Well you do have a desire to be quite vocal this evening, don�t you?�
Marie asked. �Surely you�ve had your bottom warmed before, my dear?
You seem a bit worldly, even at 19, to claim innocence in something like
this. Has not your employer had your fanny up over his knees once or
twice, slapping it for your typos and your tardiness.�
�Oh but I don�t like it,� Nancy whispered, over her finger which
remained in her mouth.
�You don�t like having a nice rosy bottom? Why, I should think that�s
the principal benefit of having a young girl about. Do you fancy yourself a
woman, my dear, capable of engaging in intelligent conversation? No
college, and yet she thinks she�s Emily Dickinson. Or is it Emily Dick, Miss
Finger Sucker?� Marie brought her hand down hard against Nancy�s
bottom, still keeping her one soiled finger higher than the rest so that it
didn�t smear its shit-coating on Sandy�s white cheeks. (This despite the
fact that it had soiled itself between her cheeks.)
Nancy howled anew. Sherry, still scrubbing the floor very daintily,
watched with the knowing eyes of one who bore an even cuter, more
immature bottom, with high, well-formed wiggly cheeks fresh out of
childhood.
The men began to grow restless. Marie noticed, and realized she
could not play with their fire too long. They were strong men and they
could be teased a little, but they could not be denied too long. Marie, still
giving more whacks to Nancy�s sassily offered fanny, ordered Beth to bring
yogurt. �The men will be ready soon, and I want them to have something
nice and healthy in their bellies, in the way of nourishment, before they�re
called on to give of themselves again,� Marie told her waitress. Like some
plotting goddess, her words were laden with trickery. The men needed
nothing, they were ready to fuck and spurt immediately. But by promising
them pleasure soon, Marie was able to buy a little more time, and perhaps
even make them think they needed something to eat before they resumed
their balling.
�Never mind the floor, Sherry,� Marie said to her 13-year-old charge.
Get some hot towels for us so we can clean off our most important parts.
�Hurry, girl! The men can�t wait forever. They hate taking baths as it is.�
Sherry rose as the men smiled at Marie�s observance of their
masculine nature. True, yogurt and a bath had probably been the least
things on their minds 30 seconds ago, but now, pleasantly submitting to
her words, they waited with hardened penises for the chance to fuck.
Sherry, rising up and turning to fetch towels from the next room, offered a
breathtaking sight as she departed. Her high, tight little ass swung
rhythmically as she stepped from the room. She walked on tip toe, and
seemed to offer an extra wiggle to her fanny as she left.
�God, I�ve got to bugger that girl,� Mike sitting on the floor with his
penis at full attention, muttered. He seemed to speak for all the males.
They sat with eyes glued on Sherry�s bottom, as she, butterfly-like,
flitted from their midst.
Beth reentered the room, carrying a silver tray laden with cups of
yogurt.
�One to each girl,� Marie said. �And woman,� she added, smirking at
Nancy and giving her ass another stinging slap. The girl screeched, but
seemed to do so with needless volubility, Kate thought, given that it was a
mere handslap. Kate guessed Nancy was using her spanking as a way of
advertising her nether charms. Indeed, Mike, who had been sitting in a
stupor since Sherry left, now looked over at Nancy and sized up her bare,
wriggling tushy.
Kate received a yogurt from Beth and pulled up the lid. It was
vanilla, with blueberries lost somewhere on the bottom. Kate looked at it
hungrily and then cast her eyes toward Marie.
�I haven�t any spoon,� Kate said.
�David does,� Marie smiled. Kate looked at the young man and then
again at Marie.
�He doesn�t,� Kate said simply.
�Ah, here�s Sherry. Girl, wipe David�s privates, would you? Kate
needs a spoon for her yogurt.�
Lynette chortled, but a bit disappointedly, Kate thought, for her own
blood was pulsing through her as she realized where David�s spoon was.
�I haven�t got any spoon,� David said to Marie. He turned to her with
a quizzical look. Sherry, however, knelt before him and lifted up a hot
towel from a tray of them that she bore and applied its heat to his hard on.
�Hey, yeeowch!� David said.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Playboy�s Playmate Review, $6.95. Web: http://www.playboy.com
Review: Wow! What a gorgeous issue! Look at that cover: wouldn�t
you love to untie Karen McDougal�s pajama pants for her? Imagine undoing
those ribboned ties that are holding her PJ�s together, so that she can sit
down and pee! (Or do number two!)
I took this issue over to my friend�s apartment. I knocked on his
door.
�Perply!� I cried.
�Don�t bother me now,� he yelled from inside. �I�m reading
Uncommon Desires Newsletter.�
I heard a toilet flush.
�Perply,� I said. �I�ve got to show you this Playboy Playmate
Review!�
�I already saw it,� he said.
�You did?� I asked.
�Yes.�
�When?
�Last year,� he said.
�This is a new one!� I cried.
�Who cares?� Perply asked. �It�s just the same girls we�ve all seen
before, from the monthly magazine. And, worse, since they�re Playboy
Playmates, they�re all OLD. At least 22. I�m into young girls now!�
I pounded on his door.
�Perply!� I insisted. �You�ll really like it! Even though this is just
another Playmate Review, Playboy has done a really good job with it!�
I heard the toilet flush again.
�Okay,� Perply said at last. He came to the door. He took the
magazine from me. Then, to my great surprise, he shut the door.
�Hmmm. Hmmm.� I heard, from inside his apartment.
His toilet flushed again.
�Eeeeeeeeyahhhhh!� he cried, after about ten minutes. My magazine,
Playboy�s Playmate Review, came flying out the window of his bathroom!
�Perply!� I yelled. I grabbed up my magazine off the sidewalk.
�Perply! Why did you do that?� I shouted. He had put a small dent on the
cover, and now I�d have to go all the way back to Tower Books and buy
another copy!
�It�s too good!� Perply yelled from inside his bathroom.
�Too what?!� I shouted.
�It�s too good!� Perply said. �I won�t like little girls anymore if I
keep looking at it. Take it away! Don�t ever bring it around here again!�
The next day I met Perply on the bus. He apologized to me for
throwing my magazine out the window.
�It�s okay,� I said. �It just gave me an excuse to buy an extra copy.
You can never have too many copies of Playboy�s Playmate Review!�
�I can see how you feel that way,� Perply said. �But you must
understand that I�m trying to be a principled pervert. Who would be left to
admire all the cute little girls in the world if I started liking women?�
�You have a point there,� I admitted.
�Somebody�s got to like them,� Perply said.
�I agree,� I said.
�From now on, let�s just read Uncommon Desires Newsletter,� Perply
told me. �You can�t go around with a name like �holy joe� if you�re just
going to be some guy who buys porn. Which would you rather be, some
loser who drools over naked women in Playboy, or a Man of Principle,
standing for Youth Liberation?�
�Hmmm,� I said. I thought about this for some time, as the bus
rolled along. Finally, I said, �Can�t I be both? I like the girls in Uncommon
Desires Newsletter, but I like the Playboy Playmates too.�
�It�s one or the other, joe,� Perply said. �We live in a black and
white world. You�re either a pedophile, or you�re not.�
�Damn,� I said.
�Make up your mind!� Perply yelled.
�Then I choose... I choose... augh!� I cried.
�You�re a hopeless jackoff, joe,� Perply told me.
�I know,� I answered.
Death Selves
by Austin Daniel LaGrone
Death sets in upon a man a thousand ways.
I imagine the way it may take me
and live it as though it were my own personal death.
I try on my death selves
as though they were shirts or pants.
Each one of them may one day claim me
and yet I own each of them.
They are my death selves
and I have come to them intimately.
I drank with one just the other evening.
My table is, as it were, full of them.
They are my death selves
and we often dine together.
A merry occasion it is,
each one takes a turn
seizing a grip upon me.
I try each on for size
and wrestle it down for a kiss.
I wear death selves upon my sleeves
like cuffs of jade and bone.
I am fond of them all.
In my spare time
I make room for more
and shuffle them in like cards.
They are my death selves
and one, in particular, is growing quite fond of me.
AND IN THE END...
�CHILDREN� in IRAN
�Youth from the age of 15 vote in Iran.�
- The NewsHour with Jim Lehrer, June 22, 1998.
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