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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

                                      NAKED girls and more at:
                               http://www.AlessandraSmile.com

                                              Issue No. 396

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                            PassionÕs 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 girlÕs impeccable, newly grown beauty.  
They watched open mouthed as her ripe young tits jiggled from her chest.  
SherryÕs 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 MarieÕs 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.
         ÒUp, up, up,Ó she found herself chanting quietly.  Lynette, beside her, 
nudged her gaily.
         Kate glanced up at the bondage table over her head.  ÒNone for you 
this time.  YouÕre pregnant!Ó she chided Cindy.
         ÒPregnant goes first,Ó Cindy retorted.
         ÒGirls, girls.  DonÕt get quarrelsome, or IÕll have them both,Ó 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 DavidÕs erection.  
         ÒYou can have Rod,Ó Kate suggested to Lynette.
         Lynette gave a feminine snort in reply.  ÒHeÕs not even up,Ó she said.
         ÒBut youÕre such a bombshell, arenÕt you?Ó Kate asked.
         ÒForget him, but thanks for the compliment,Ó Lynette said.
         I watched, casually, as an observer does at a ball game, as the menÕs 
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 MarieÕs 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.
         ÒYour ass is simply perfect for swatting,Ó Marie chuckled at Nancy.  
The girl jerked as Marie inquired within her cheeks.  The womanÕs finger 
found NancyÕs hole and pressed.  
         ÒOh, donÕtttt,Ó Nancy said, her protest obscured by her finger in her 
mouth.
         ÒDoes my finger bother you, dear girl?Ó 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 MarieÕs breasts, just how much the womanÕs 
mammaries would weigh.  Perhaps a doctor would find out one day, if she 
ever needed a masectomy.
         Marie teased her way deeper into NancyÕs hole.  It was tough going, 
but the woman slipped a finger under NancyÕs belly and found her spot with 
her free hand, and Nancy, beginning to squirm like a fish over MarieÕs legs, 
jutted her bottom up needfully to put more of Marie into her ass.
         ÒWhy, you naughty girl, do you want my finger up your fanny?Ó Marie 
asked.  At once she pulled her finger out, making a little popping sound as 
it departed from NancyÕs cheeks.  Then, arching the digit that had gone 
exploring, so that its BMÕed surface stuck up higher than the rest of her 
fingers, Marie brought her hand down upon NancyÕs ass.
         ÒOOOOOCH!Ó 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.
         ÒWell you do have a desire to be quite vocal this evening, donÕt you?Ó 
Marie asked.  ÒSurely youÕve 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.Ó
         ÒOh but I donÕt like it,Ó Nancy whispered, over her finger which 
remained in her mouth.
         ÒYou donÕt like having a nice rosy bottom?  Why, I should think thatÕs 
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 sheÕs Emily Dickinson.  Or is it Emily Dick, Miss 
Finger Sucker?Ó  Marie brought her hand down hard against NancyÕs 
bottom, still keeping her one soiled finger higher than the rest so that it 
didnÕt smear its shit-coating on SandyÕs 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 NancyÕs sassily offered fanny, ordered Beth to bring 
yogurt.  ÒThe men will be ready soon, and I want them to have something 
nice and healthy in their bellies, in the way of nourishment, before theyÕre 
called on to give of themselves again,Ó 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.
         ÒNever mind the floor, Sherry,Ó Marie said to her 13-year-old charge.  
Get some hot towels for us so we can clean off our most important parts.  
ÒHurry, girl!  The men canÕt wait forever.  They hate taking baths as it is.Ó
         Sherry rose as the men smiled at MarieÕs 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.
         ÒGod, IÕve got to bugger that girl,Ó 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 SherryÕs bottom, as she, butterfly-like, 
flitted from their midst.  
         Beth reentered the room, carrying a silver tray laden with cups of 
yogurt.
         ÒOne to each girl,Ó Marie said.  ÒAnd woman,Ó 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.
         ÒI havenÕt any spoon,Ó Kate said.  
         ÒDavid does,Ó Marie smiled.  Kate looked at the young man and then 
again at Marie.  
         ÒHe doesnÕt,Ó Kate said simply.
         ÒAh, hereÕs Sherry.  Girl, wipe DavidÕs privates, would you?  Kate 
needs a spoon for her yogurt.Ó
         Lynette chortled, but a bit disappointedly, Kate thought, for her own 
blood was pulsing through her as she realized where DavidÕs spoon was.
         ÒI havenÕt got any spoon,Ó 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.
         ÒHey, yeeowch!Ó David said.


                                   NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
                                                by holy joe

PlayboyÕs Playmate Review, $6.95.  Web:  http://www.playboy.com

         Review:  Wow!  What a gorgeous issue!  Look at that cover:  wouldnÕt 
you love to untie Karen McDougalÕs pajama pants for her?  Imagine undoing 
those ribboned ties that are holding her PJÕs together, so that she can sit 
down and pee!  (Or do number two!)
         I took this issue over to my friendÕs apartment.  I knocked on his 
door.
         ÒPerply!Ó I cried.
         ÒDonÕt bother me now,Ó he yelled from inside.  ÒIÕm reading 
Uncommon Desires Newsletter.Ó
         I heard a toilet flush.
         ÒPerply,Ó I said.  ÒIÕve got to show you this Playboy Playmate 
Review!Ó
         ÒI already saw it,Ó he said.
         ÒYou did?Ó I asked.
         ÒYes.Ó
         ÒWhen?
         ÒLast year,Ó he said.
         ÒThis is a new one!Ó I cried.
         ÒWho cares?Ó  Perply asked.  ÒItÕs just the same girls weÕve all seen 
before, from the monthly magazine.  And, worse, since theyÕre Playboy 
Playmates, theyÕre all OLD.  At least 22.  IÕm into young girls now!Ó
         I pounded on his door.
         ÒPerply!Ó  I insisted.  ÒYouÕll really like it!  Even though this is just 
another Playmate Review, Playboy has done a really good job with it!Ó
         I heard the toilet flush again.
         ÒOkay,Ó Perply said at last.  He came to the door.  He took the 
magazine from me.  Then, to my great surprise, he shut the door.  
         ÒHmmm.  Hmmm.Ó  I heard, from inside his apartment.
         His toilet flushed again.
         ÒEeeeeeeeyahhhhh!Ó he cried, after about ten minutes.  My magazine, 
PlayboyÕs Playmate Review, came flying out the window of his bathroom!
         ÒPerply!Ó I yelled.  I grabbed up my magazine off the sidewalk.  
ÒPerply!  Why did you do that?Ó I shouted.  He had put a small dent on the 
cover, and now IÕd have to go all the way back to Tower Books and buy 
another copy!
         ÒItÕs too good!Ó Perply yelled from inside his bathroom.
         ÒToo what?!Ó I shouted.
         ÒItÕs too good!Ó Perply said.  ÒI wonÕt like little girls anymore if I 
keep looking at it.  Take it away!  DonÕt ever bring it around here again!Ó
         The next day I met Perply on the bus.  He apologized to me for 
throwing my magazine out the window.
         ÒItÕs okay,Ó I said.  ÒIt just gave me an excuse to buy an extra copy.  
You can never have too many copies of PlayboyÕs Playmate Review!Ó
         ÒI can see how you feel that way,Ó Perply said.  ÒBut you must 
understand that IÕm 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?Ó
         ÒYou have a point there,Ó I admitted.
         ÒSomebodyÕs got to like them,Ó Perply said.
         ÒI agree,Ó I said.
         ÒFrom now on, letÕs just read Uncommon Desires Newsletter,Ó Perply 
told me.  ÒYou canÕt go around with a name like Ôholy joeÕ if youÕre 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?Ó
         ÒHmmm,Ó I said.  I thought about this for some time, as the bus 
rolled along.  Finally, I said, ÒCanÕt I be both?  I like the girls in Uncommon 
Desires Newsletter, but I like the Playboy Playmates too.Ó
         ÒItÕs one or the other, joe,Ó Perply said.  ÒWe live in a black and 
white world.  YouÕre either a pedophile, or youÕre not.Ó
         ÒDamn,Ó I said.
         ÒMake up your mind!Ó Perply yelled.
         ÒThen I choose... I choose... augh!Ó I cried.
         ÒYouÕre a hopeless jackoff, joe,Ó Perply told me.
         ÒI know,Ó 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...


                                           ÒCHILDRENÓ in IRAN


         ÒYouth from the age of 15 vote in Iran.Ó

- The NewsHour with Jim Lehrer, June 22, 1998.


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