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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 donÕt know itÕs me.
ms: They donÕt?
ld: Heck, no. It wouldnÕt be any fun if they did. TheyÕd just be spellbound,
and say nothing. Or theyÕd 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. ItÕs sort of a Ôstar complexÕ thing, huh?
ld: ThatÕs right. So, I sign onto the Internet as some ordinary, pimply-
faced, fucked-up dude whoÕs 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 donÕt want to give away that IÕm actually Leonerdo DiCaprio!
ms: Of course. Where did you get this idea, to pretend to be an ordinary
guy in AOLÕs 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,
ÒArnold. Everywhere you go you look like fucking Hercules. DoesnÕt it get
tiring?Ó
ms: And he said?
ld: He said, ÒYou are right, Lenny. It is very tiresome to have women
orgasming all around me wherever I go. But, on the Internet, nobody knows
youÕre a dog. Or Arnold Schwarzenegger!Ó So thatÕs 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 IÕll do
the same thing.
ld: Yeah, itÕs pretty hilarious. Those girls in the chat rooms, they love
flirting. They love to mess with a guyÕs mind, because they think heÕs just
some ordinary screw-up. So you really get the Ôreal guyÕ experience,
online. Then, whatÕs really funny, a girl will sign off abruptly. And you
know sheÕs laughing to herself, thinking, ÒStupid guy, I really treated him
BAD. HO! HO! HO!Ó And, of course, meanwhile, IÕm sitting at the other
end, going, ÒWhat a dorky girl! She just signed off on Leonerdo DiCaprio!Ó
ms: Serves her right, huh?
ld: Well, you know, it gives me the Ôreal guyÕ experience, and I get to laugh
at girls too, without actually hurting their feelings, since they donÕt know
itÕs me!
ms: Ooops! I think I hear your doorbell ringing.
ld: Yep. ThatÕs probably Arnold right now. WeÕve been sitting around in
my house together, since we became pals. WeÕll probably spend all
afternoon chatting up girls on the Internet.
ms: Here he comes. Oh, itÕs 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 IÕve got a deadline to
meet.
ld: So long, Matt! Say, donÕt mention to any girls what weÕre doing, okay?
ms: You have nothing to worry about. You know how girls are... theyÕre too
busy chatting to ever read anything in the newsgroups.
ld: Oh, yeah, right! Chatting to us, without even knowing it!
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Issue No. 376
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Three
The gay man seized CindyÕs 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.
ÒAh, smells as good as a lad, she does,Ó the man said in an English
accent.
ÒAny port in a storm,Ó 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 TrentÕs
organ. Kate had let a drop of precum form on the tip of TrentÕs 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 TrentÕs 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 KateÕs
training affordable.
ÒWe are both slaves,Ó Kate whispered to herself. The thought scared
her more deeply than any other sheÕd 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!
ÒOoooh! Please DONÕT!Ó 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 MineyÕs, and he was sticking his tongue right into her puckered hole.
ÒOh, donÕt lick me THERE!Ó 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.
ÒWhy, heÕs just having a little chocolate before breakfast, darling!Ó
Marie laughed. She clearly enjoyed CindyÕs predicament. She did nothing
to stop MineyÕs explorations. Cindy shivered. Her breasts wiggled
temptingly in her nightie. It was cut low in front and one of CindyÕs
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
CindyÕs nightie down and CindyÕs other breast popped out. Marie hefted
both girlÕs bosoms on her palms and gently squeezed them.
ÒOh, STOP!Ó Cindy begged.
ÒItÕs what you get for wearing no panties, honey!Ó Marie laughed.
ÒOhhhh! IÕm sleepy! I want to go back to BED!Ó Cindy complained.
ÒShe wants to be bedded,Ó Marie chuckled. ÒMy 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.Ó
ÒOoooo, no no no!Ó Cindy whined, but the gay man thrust his tongue
quite deeply into her ass and seemed to enjoy what he found there.
ÒYou did not enemize her?Ó Meeney asked aloud of Maria, sitting
behind Kate and stroking KateÕs bottom, but obviously asking about Cindy,
for his eyes were on the girl and he only massaged KateÕs bottom in an
absent-minded way, like one twiddles oneÕs thumbs when one is left with
nothing to do.
ÒNo, I did not,Ó Maria answered. ÒI thought IÕd 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.Ó
ÒOh!Ó 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.
ÒAn anal breakfast, yes!Ó Miney crowed. He ran a hand down TrentÕs
ribs and tried to wedge his hand between TrentÕs 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
TrentÕs 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 TrentÕs penis. Both Kate
and Trent still held their coffee, Kate carefully holding her steaming cup
right next to TrentÕs cock, for her hands were chained together and she
couldnÕt separate them. Trent held his cup of coffee, having no place to
set it down. He tugged at KateÕs nipples with his free hand as he mouthed
her mouth with his own. Their tongues touched. TrentÕs breath was hot in
KateÕs mouth, spurred by her and MeeneyÕs handling of his organ.
ÒSpurt! Cum on your girlfriendÕs thigh,Ó Meeney said in a cruel voice.
He hand-jobbed TrentÕs penis as if it were a water pump, drawing water
up from a well.
ÒNo,Ó Trent breathed. His big chest flexed. KateÕs tongue weaved
with his and then his overpowered hers and drove deep into her mouth.
ÒWe are becoming too excited!Ó Marie said suddenly. ÒHands off,
everyone! I do want us to have a nice breakfast.Ó
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.
MarieÕs hand batted her hand away from her loverÕs 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. KateÕs 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.
ÒGentlemen, I expect you to cream in your pants today,Ó Marie said,
sitting in her own chair and nibbling at her croissant again. ÒThere 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.Ó
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 maleÕs
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 MarieÕs 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.
ÒYe Cats! ThatÕs hot!Ó Eeney gurgled.
ÒItÕs just warm. You must not be used to cream in your pants,Ó Marie
said from her chair, laughing a little. Kate laughed too as she saw EeneyÕs
reaction. The manÕs face reddened and he squirmed in his chair, but Cindy,
with an admirably steady hand, just kept pouring. Cream overflowed onto
the manÕs 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.
ÒRub yourself a little if you like,Ó Marie said to the men. ÒIÕll be
doing Trent myself, so that he doesnÕt feel too unmanly, just as I took his
girlfriend last night. You may watch, of course, but youÕll have to keep
your sperm in your pants. I canÕt have too big of a mess in here. Rub
yourselves and sperm in your pants and when breakfast is over IÕll 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?Ó The three men nodded.
ÒGood. So youÕll be a little late for work, but quite happy, and quite
productive too, IÕm sure, having had such a good start!Ó Marie smiled.
ÒCanÕt we at least have her ass?Ó Eeney asked of Cindy, pointing to
the girl as she made ready to approach Meeney with her pitcher.
ÒNo, dear. She is my special pet. SheÕll need to be taken outside for
her spanking as soon as IÕm done eating,Ó Marie said.
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
teddy@bear.com writes:
Dear hOly jOe,
i like your magazine. But i hav a cumplaint. Why donÕt U ever write
about candy? Me and my sister wanna readd about candy. YUM!
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love,
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Lollipop
by Michelle Edwards
ÒMicheroticÓ
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 IÕll suck up some heat.
Throbbing want between my thighs, youÕve 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.
IÕve 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 itÕs like, to be a victim of your mouth.
AND IN THE END...
HOME ALONE ?
ÒYou will never be alone with a poet in your pocket.Ó
- John Adams (to his son, John Quincy Adams).
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ELVIS A FAN OF AOL CHAT ROOMS !
ÒAOL is the only place I can chat to people without having them find
out IÕm alive,Ó Elvis told this magazine.