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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.
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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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