Message-ID: <32679asstr$1001671804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: From: Andrew Roller Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 18:19:41 PDT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 01:19:41 GMT Subject: {ASSM} more crap from roller (2) Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 06:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw - NND --------------------------------------------------------- Visit my FTP site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Roller/ <--click Click, or put the address into your browser. All my stories are there. --------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in Grand Opening Chapter Two They rode through the Montana countryside, the wind in her hair, her back erect and proud. Her titties bounced on her chest. She knew at any minute they would escape her little bra. She didn't mind. Her panties clung to her waist, tied on each side of it with a ribbon. The small swatch of fabric in back already was stuck up inside her bottom. It had risen between her cheeks in her first moments of walking, as she came down the stairs out of the airplane. In front the swatch of fabric covering her pubic mound was a failure. She knew, without looking, that wisps of her neatly trimmed bush were curling out the top of it. It was so tiny! "Giddyap," Robert said. He lifted his hand and cracked his riding crop across the rump of the horse Cindy was riding. She cried out, in sympathy for the horse. It bolted forward. The added motion liberated her breasts from the captivity of her little bra. Cindy looked down, holding onto her horse. She watched her titties as they flew violently up and down, their shape distorted now by her extreme bouncing. "Oh - my - hymen!" Cindy cried fearfully, as she rode the horse with her legs spread over its back. She remembered her mother, ending her riding lessons prematurely. Her face paled, her eyes blinked with fright, the wind full in her face and upon her body, as she threatened again to split herself open. Finally the beast ceased charging under her. Robert, laughing at the frantic way she was clutching the reins, caught up to her and looked over at her. Cindy glanced at the man. As she felt her tits heave nakedly on her chest she was grateful that Robert had allowed her to wear his shirt, buttoned over her until they reached the horses. It had kept her slightly decent coming down the stairs from the airplane, where onlookers stared at the girl in the black stockings and shoes, and mismatched shirt, but could see nothing more. Once she was mounted, however, out of view of the onlookers down by the stables about a quarter mile from the airport, he required her to unbutton his shirt. Now it flowed freely behind her, like her hair, caught by the wind, lifting as she rode to show the men following behind her the swell of her perfect white ass. "Please don't hit my horse again," Cindy said to Robert. "Perhaps I won't," Robert answered. "You're a good little rider," he complimented her. Indeed, she was as good a rider as she had been a slut, on the airplane. She had served their drinks with rank obedience, meanwhile offering them spectacularly brazen views of her ass. Robert had not needed the chain he had promised her, or either of the gags. When he told her to suck the men, she offered no resistance. All the while, at his command, she kept her bare bottom well-presented. When he made her swallow the men she had gulped them down almost to the last drop. She was perfect, though whether from fright at being punished or because she liked Robert, he could not decide. He watched her naked breasts contort themselves as her horse bounced along, still somewhat enthusiastic from the crop. He fancied hitting the beast again but he didn't want to risk breaking this pretty girl's neck. She would not be able to present her bottom so well if her neck was broken. The house reserved for the party was a long, low structure. It seemed built into the earth, as if counting on the soil to muffle the sounds inside. Cindy was amazed when she saw it. There was a quiet conservatism to it, as if it were something built by a wealthy farmer, pretty to look at, with its surrounding wall with summer flowers spilling over it. Inside the wall was an inner courtyard. Trees with apples, nearly ripe, grew on the branches. Beyond the trees and the line of the outer wall the house seemed silent. Waiting, as if for someone to visit, though Cindy knew Veronica and those who had flown with her were already there. "Did you enjoy your ride?" Veronica asked Cindy, when the horses had been tethered to a post outside and Robert had led the girl in. "Yes," Cindy said. Veronica saw that her words were heartfelt. "Let me see your bottom," Veronica said. The girl turned around. Veronica lifted the tail of the man's shirt Cindy wore, as the other men from Cindy's plane tramped into the house. Right there in front of everyone she freed Cindy's panties from her ass crack. And from her cunt lips too, where, owing to the exertion of her ride, they had lodged in the final moment, causing the girl unwanted excitement as she tried to bring her horse to a stop and dismount. With all the guests looking, Veronica pulled down the back of Cindy's panties. There was a gasp, not only from Cindy but from everyone. Cindy's bottom, except for a slight blush of red from her riding, was perfectly white. "You must have been very good," Veronica said. "I was!" Cindy answered. Her hands skimmed her thighs, where she still wore her stockings. She wanted to lift her palms to her breasts, if she couldn't hide her ass. Her bra was still uselessly wrapped round her ribs, beneath her tits, the cups empty. Her nipples stood up like twin thorns of flesh, making her tits into perfect points. Veronica's breasts were naked too. They juddered buoyantly whenever she moved, and with her breathing. Her twin nipples were sharp with excitement. 30 ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -- More stories at: http://groups.google.com/ Search by typing: roller666@earthlink.net Click on "Power Search" Change "standard" archive to "complete" archive. -- Other providers: IFLC: http://assm.asstr-mirror.org and http://asstr-mirror.org Anya's Lil' Hideaway: http://www.insatiable.net/ Silver: http://www.mr-yellow.com/goodies The Backdrop Club: http://www.backdrop.com Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated -- Great art books by David Hamilton and Jock Sturges are at: http://www.amazon.com http://bn.com (photos of naked little girls) -- Naked little girls/politics: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Man/boy love: http://www.nambla.de Politics: http://www.lp.org http://www.isil.org http://www.fear.org http://www.fija.org http://www.aclu.org -- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright 2001 by Andrew Roller. Dreamgirls, Naughty Naked Dreamgirls, and NND are registered trademarks of Andrew Roller. All rights reserved. -- Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/files/Authors/Roller/www666/index.html Or at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Roller/www/index.html (It is case sensitive, i.e. type Roller, not roller). -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+