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DiCAPRIO IS CHAT ROOM KING !
Matt Sludge here again. Previously I spoke with Titanic star
Leonerdo DiCaprio about his future. Today, in an exclusive report
available only to readers of this magazine, DiCaprio talks about his
favorite hobby:
ms (Matt Sludge): Thanks again for sitting down with me, Lenny.
ld (Leonerdo DiCaprio): No problem, Matt. I watch CNN just like
everyone else does.
ms: Uh, yes. What do you do in your free time, Lenny?
ld: I talk to girls on AOL.
ms: Really?
ld: Internet-Relay chat too.
ms: Wow. No wonder the Internet can be so slow sometimes, with all
those girls cramming the phone lines to talk to you!
ld: They don’t know it’s me.
ms: They don’t?
ld: Heck, no. It wouldn’t be any fun if they did. They’d just be
spellbound, and say nothing. Or they’d fawn all over me, and beg me for
sex.
ms: So, like, who do they think you are?
ld: I use different names. Anything that sounds like your average
geeky nerd.
ms: You want to be a nerd?
ld: I want to be a regular guy. I want to live a real life, as a real
boy.
ms: Oh, I get it. It’s sort of a ‘star complex’ thing, huh?
ld: That’s right. So, I sign onto the Internet as some ordinary,
pimply-faced, fucked-up dude who’s never had a date, and say really
stupid, out-of-fashion things. Or sometimes I try to be a little cool.
But not too cool. I don’t want to give away that I’m actually Leonerdo
DiCaprio!
ms: Of course. Where did you get this idea, to pretend to be an
ordinary guy in AOL’s chat rooms?
ld: I got it from Arnold Schwarzenegger. Me and him were working out
one day. He was spotting me. I asked him, as I was doing my bench
presses, “Arnold. Everywhere you go you look like fucking Hercules.
Doesn’t it get tiring?”
ms: And he said?
ld: He said, “You are right, Lenny. It is very tiresome to have women
orgasming all around me wherever I go. But, on the Internet, nobody
knows you’re a dog. Or Arnold Schwarzenegger!” So that’s when I
started going onto the Net every day, pretending to be an ordinary geek,
so I could live some semblance of a normal life.
ms: What a great idea! If I ever get tons of girls liking me, I guess
I’ll do the same thing.
ld: Yeah, it’s pretty hilarious. Those girls in the chat rooms, they
love flirting. They love to mess with a guy’s mind, because they think
he’s just some ordinary screw-up. So you really get the ‘real guy’
experience, online. Then, what’s really funny, a girl will sign off
abruptly. And you know she’s laughing to herself, thinking, “Stupid
guy, I really treated him BAD. HO! HO! HO!” And, of course,
meanwhile, I’m sitting at the other end, going, “What a dorky girl! She
just signed off on Leonerdo DiCaprio!”
ms: Serves her right, huh?
ld: Well, you know, it gives me the ‘real guy’ experience, and I get to
laugh at girls too, without actually hurting their feelings, since they
don’t know it’s me!
ms: Ooops! I think I hear your doorbell ringing.
ld: Yep. That’s probably Arnold right now. We’ve been sitting around
in my house together, since we became pals. We’ll probably spend all
afternoon chatting up girls on the Internet.
ms: Here he comes. Oh, it’s Sylvester Stallone!
ld: Oh, hi Sly! Sly is part of our club too. Plus Kurt Russell. All
of us sit around together talking to girls on the Internet.
ms: Well, have fun, guys! I wish I could stay, but I’ve got a deadline
to meet.
ld: So long, Matt! Say, don’t mention to any girls what we’re doing,
okay?
ms: You have nothing to worry about. You know how girls are... they’re
too busy chatting to ever read anything in the newsgroups.
ld: Oh, yeah, right! Chatting to us, without even knowing it!
Andrew Roller Presents
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Issue No. 376
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Three
The gay man seized Cindy’s bottom cheeks and yanked them apart
like a boy opening a present. Cindy yelped out a cry of alarm. Bending
forward, the man put his nose into the cleft of her ass and sniffed.
“Ah, smells as good as a lad, she does,” the man said in an
English accent.
“Any port in a storm,” his gay friend, who sat behind Kate,
next to her lover on whose knee she perched, called out. The other gay
man, sitting opposite Trent, reached out and clasped competitively at
Trent’s organ. Kate had let a drop of precum form on the tip of Trent’s
cock and the gay man wiped it off with his finger. It was a rough,
callous finger, hardly what Kate would have expected on a gay man.
Suburbia did not teach the finer points of Gaydom to its young girls,
she realized. Not all gay men had fine-tipped fingers like Elton John.
In her mind she named the men: Eeney, Meeney, and Miney. Miney was,
for her, the closest one, the one who did not understand that her lover
belonged to her, not himself. Trent was not gay. But Miney stroked
Trent’s cock all the same, happy, it seemed, that he had a cock in his
hands that was a straight cock, and resistant. Trent was obviously
displeased but he did not stop the man. He had agreed to let himself be
touched, to keep the expense of Kate’s training affordable.
“We are both slaves,” Kate whispered to herself. The thought
scared her more deeply than any other she’d had in this strange house.
And yet it somehow made her even more attentive to herself. Her body
was not hers, it belonged to her lover, yet he wished her trained and he
himself permitted others certain liberties in order to have Kate dealt
with completely and properly. Kate realized her head was spinning and
she could barely control her passion. Whatever her lover had gotten her
into, it was driving her wild!
“Ooooh! Please DON’T!” Cindy, the little servant girl whose
bottom was just too tempting, cried out behind Kate, and Kate turned her
head again to see. Cindy, clutching at her tray, was bent over. The
gay man had her ass cheeks sprung open like a trap. His hands were big
and calloused, like Miney’s, and he was sticking his tongue right into
her puckered hole.
“Oh, don’t lick me THERE!” Cindy blurted. She twisted her
hips and tried to pull her bottom away but the gay man held her fast.
Marie, seeing she was about to drop her tray, leapt up from her chair.
She strode quickly over to the girl, leaving her croissant behind on a
napkin spread on the arm of her chair, and took the tray from Cindy.
“Why, he’s just having a little chocolate before breakfast,
darling!” Marie laughed. She clearly enjoyed Cindy’s predicament. She
did nothing to stop Miney’s explorations. Cindy shivered. Her breasts
wiggled temptingly in her nightie. It was cut low in front and one of
Cindy’s nipples managed to escape her nightie, and a moment later the
entire breast followed, spilling out of her babydoll like fruit from an
overturned basket. Marie set the tray aside and reached under the
girl. She drew Cindy’s nightie down and Cindy’s other breast popped
out. Marie hefted both girl’s bosoms on her palms and gently squeezed
them.
“Oh, STOP!” Cindy begged.
“It’s what you get for wearing no panties, honey!” Marie
laughed.
“Ohhhh! I’m sleepy! I want to go back to BED!” Cindy
complained.
“She wants to be bedded,” Marie chuckled. “My dear, you must
do your chores first, and then have your morning spanking. Then you may
do as you wish until noon, when lunch must be served.”
“Ooooo, no no no!” Cindy whined, but the gay man thrust his
tongue quite deeply into her ass and seemed to enjoy what he found
there.
“You did not enemize her?” Meeney asked aloud of Maria, sitting
behind Kate and stroking Kate’s bottom, but obviously asking about
Cindy, for his eyes were on the girl and he only massaged Kate’s bottom
in an absent-minded way, like one twiddles one’s thumbs when one is left
with nothing to do.
“No, I did not,” Maria answered. “I thought I’d let whatever
was up there be dug out by him, if he wished to go spelunking. Kate is
also natural. I did not prepare her bowels for our breakfast. The same
for Trent.”
“Oh!” Kate said. She turned her head away from Marie and Cindy
and felt herself blushing. Meeney, behind her, probed between her
spread cheeks. Kate jerked as she felt him get too deep. She was
modest, he was not. He squirmed his way into her cheeks and found her
hole.
“An anal breakfast, yes!” Miney crowed. He ran a hand down
Trent’s ribs and tried to wedge his hand between Trent’s back and the
back of the couch, but Trent was large and heavy. Miney could not push
him forward and Trent offered no assistance. Miney had to content
himself with Trent’s cock instead. It unfortunately, stuck up all too
helpfully.
Trent sat like a young stallion between two owners, his mare
perched on his knee. Kate leaned forward and kissed Trent. She held
his cockhead. Meeney worked his fist up and down Trent’s penis. Both
Kate and Trent still held their coffee, Kate carefully holding her
steaming cup right next to Trent’s cock, for her hands were chained
together and she couldn’t separate them. Trent held his cup of coffee,
having no place to set it down. He tugged at Kate’s nipples with his
free hand as he mouthed her mouth with his own. Their tongues touched.
Trent’s breath was hot in Kate’s mouth, spurred by her and Meeney’s
handling of his organ.
“Spurt! Cum on your girlfriend’s thigh,” Meeney said in a
cruel voice. He hand-jobbed Trent’s penis as if it were a water pump,
drawing water up from a well.
“No,” Trent breathed. His big chest flexed. Kate’s tongue
weaved with his and then his overpowered hers and drove deep into her
mouth.
“We are becoming too excited!” Marie said suddenly. “Hands
off, everyone! I do want us to have a nice breakfast.”
Kate kept kissing Trent, urgently. But a few seconds after she
heard Marie speak a hand came to the back of her hair and pulled her
gently back, then harder, until Kate was forced to separate her lips
from Trent. Marie’s hand batted her hand away from her lover’s cock and
forced Meeney to desist in his unwanted ministrations.
Kate looked up. Her lipstick felt smeared, though she was sure
it could not be, for it was specially selected by Bess not to smear, so
she could kiss. Kate’s hair fell into her eyes and she did not bother
to shake her head to brush it away. She watched as Marie strode back to
her chair and sat down. Cindy, relieved at last of the tongue in her
bottom, stood up and held her cheeks together, feeling them, flexing
them a little. She looked quite happy to have her ass to herself
again. Miney sat wiping his tongue on an linen napkin. He made Cindy
hand him a cup of coffee and he used it to wash his tongue.
“Gentlemen, I expect you to cream in your pants today,” Marie
said, sitting in her own chair and nibbling at her croissant again.
“There are many places where you would get in trouble if you creamed in
your pants at breakfast, but not here! Here it is expected. And Cindy
is going to give you something to get you started.”
Cindy stood and brushed back her long flowing hair. She was
the center of attention again, and she seemed to enjoy it. The tongue
up her ass seemed to have finally awakened her. Her eyes were wide but
she lowered her lashes demurely, savoring all the male eyes fixed upon
her. It mattered not that they were gay men. Eeney himself had proven
that a gay man could violate her just as completely as any other. And
Cindy, blushing a little and biting her lip at her pleasure at being
watched, pulling up both straps on her nightie, relished the male
attention. The men had hard cocks that bulged in their trousers. Their
attention was avidly fixed on her, as if she had switched their
preference somehow.
Now, as Kate saw, Cindy was going to feed and arouse the male’s
attention even more. The girl picked up a pitcher of cream from the
tray. The pitcher was white and patterned with roses. They matched the
color of the peonies in a vase near Marie’s chair. Cindy turned to
Eeney. The man who had so recently possessed her now sat open-mouthed
as she bent and unzipped him. Keeping her pitcher aloft, she prised her
fingers within his underpants. She found his pee hole in his underpants
and opened it. Then, pouring carefully, to a shocked gasp from Eeney,
Cindy poured the warm cream from her pitcher straight into his pants.
“Ye Cats! That’s hot!” Eeney gurgled.
“It’s just warm. You must not be used to cream in your pants,”
Marie said from her chair, laughing a little. Kate laughed too as she
saw Eeney’s reaction. The man’s face reddened and he squirmed in his
chair, but Cindy, with an admirably steady hand, just kept pouring.
Cream overflowed onto the man’s trousered crotch. Cindy seemed to
regard that as a good stopping point. Calmly she lifted her pitcher
upright so that the stream stopped. Then, setting the pitcher back down
on the tray, she zipped Eeney back up, so that he was no freer than
before, his cock still trapped inside his pants.
“Rub yourself a little if you like,” Marie said to the men.
“I’ll be doing Trent myself, so that he doesn’t feel too unmanly, just
as I took his girlfriend last night. You may watch, of course, but
you’ll have to keep your sperm in your pants. I can’t have too big of a
mess in here. Rub yourselves and sperm in your pants and when breakfast
is over I’ll let you wash off at the kitchen sink before you go. You
did bring an extra pair of pants in your briefcases, like I told you
to?” The three men nodded. “Good. So you’ll be a little late for
work, but quite happy, and quite productive too, I’m sure, having had
such a good start!” Marie smiled.
“Can’t we at least have her ass?” Eeney asked of Cindy,
pointing to the girl as she made ready to approach Meeney with her
pitcher.
“No, dear. She is my special pet. She’ll need to be taken
outside for her spanking as soon as I’m done eating,” Marie said.
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
teddy@bear.com writes:
Dear hOly jOe,
i like your magazine. But i hav a cumplaint. Why don’t U ever
write about candy? Me and my sister wanna readd about candy. YUM!
: )
love,
katie
Lollipop
by Michelle Edwards
“Micherotic”
I watched you eat a lollipop, from the candy to the stick,
Trembling at the very sight, of how your tongue would lick.
Slowly traveling up the side, stopping at the top,
Watching how your lips would form, a circle round the pop.
Cherry Blowpop, Sugar Daddy, your Tootsie Roll so sweet,
Pour some honey on your dick, and I’ll suck up some heat.
Throbbing want between my thighs, you’ve set my soul on fire,
Lick just between my parted knees, and move a little higher.
Observing how your tongue performed, made my clitoris shake,
I felt a sudden rush of warmth, draining from my lake.
I’ve always wanted to feel this way, it is my ultimate dream,
To arch my back and clench the sheets, while my body lets out
a scream.
I want to be your Cherry Pop, your honey from down south,
So I can know what it’s like, to be a victim of your mouth.
AND IN THE END...
HOME ALONE ?
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- John Adams (to his son, John Quincy Adams).
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