Message-ID: <34509asstr$1010347804@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-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 05:57:19 PST X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 13:57:19 GMT Subject: {ASSM} night games, chapter four Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2002 15:10:04 -0500 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: newsman, gill-bates - 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 Night Games Chapter Four Gwen was down on her hands and knees receiving Brad from the rear when a woman bent down and whispered in her ear. Gwen's eyes widened, and not just from the vigor with which Brad was penetrating her cunt. The little girl was a virgin! Gwen straightened her back, and pushed hard against Brad. To the man's surprise he no longer found himself the predator in this game of love, but the prey, the succulent young blonde's cunt enveloping him with such energy that he quickly spurted. Gwen accepted his tribute in her belly and then, after resting a moment, there on her hands and knees with his penis still in her, she rose. Brad slipped out of her. He looked hopefully at her. Had he been satisfactory? She bent and gave him a kiss, her naked breasts brushing his cheek as she stood after rewarding him with her mouth. "You did very well, Brad," Gwen smiled. He was 30, but still needed a great deal of training. She would have to attend to him sometime, but at the moment an urgent matter pressed: that of possibly making her next party even more exciting than this one. But she had to move quickly. The girl was nothing if not hapless and might lose her best asset at any moment. And her dear mother was much too liberal, in Gwen's opinion, but it would prove quite handy at her next party. If she was in time. Meanwhile, in a bedroom down the hall, behind the privacy of a locked door, Sasha was about to admit her daughter to the joy of sex. She was reluctant about it, but the girl seemed unstoppable in her curiosity. Better this than finding out she'd gotten with some boy at school who'd given her not just knowledge but a disease or two as well. Here, Sasha could supervise everything. No one at the party had gained admittance without providing, ahead of time, proof that they were healthy. Jason was a fine physical specimen and if her daughter were to lose her cherry, he seemed as excellent a fellow to take it as any other. "You must spread your legs, dear," Sasha said to her daughter. The girl had gotten up on the king-sized bed and was lying on her back, but with her thighs together as if she were trying to hold back a bladder-full of pee. Sasha stood beside the bed, a jar of cream in her hands. It was open, and she was smearing its contents, with her gloved hands, over Jason's lengthy and impressive cock. "Do not cum in her, sir," Sasha told Jason. "Merely open her. Break her hymen. You may cum in me after you have popped her." Jason shivered. "Then I may have you too?" Jason asked, nearly losing his opportunity as he felt the woman's hands caress him. "Yes," Sasha said. "You will need relief after taking her, won't you?" Sasha asked. "Yes," Jason said, and nearly relieved himself in Sasha's palms. "Mommie, how long is this going to take?" Cindy, lying on the bed with her legs apart, asked. She had put a finger in her mouth and was sucking it, gazing at Jason's penis as her mother greased it. Sasha tossed back her blonde hair and looked over at her daughter. "Only a moment, dear. Why, do you have to pee?" Sasha asked. "No. I just was wondering what Steven was up to," Cindy said. "Did you like him?" Sasha asked. "Mmmm. Yeth," Cindy answered. "But he spurted in my mouth. I didn't like that!" "Jason has promised not to cum in you," Sasha told her daughter. "He's simply going to put himself into you. Into your belly, so you won't be a virgin anymore." Sasha gazed at her daughter with loving eyes, lying so sweet and innocent upon the bed, her little thighs apart, her cunt unknowing, yet wet with excitement, glistening with ardent dew. "It's going to hurt a little, darling," Sasha told her daughter. "But mommie will be there. I'll hold your hand for you and it will only take a moment." "Yes, mommie," Cindy said. She gave her mother a big smile. She was delighted that her mother had acquiesced in her quest for love. Even as her mother pursued knowledge of a darker and more daring sort, the little girl had her own desires that she wished to see fulfilled. Men frightened her, but they intrigued her at the same time. Men, and boys also, with their needy cocks which pressed themselves into her hands and mouth so willingly, only to make fools of themselves when she gave them what they wanted. Now Jason was going to offer himself to her, but this time between her legs. Between her legs! Cindy opened herself more, admiring the tall slender man. She gazed at him with a mixture of puzzlement and desire. She sucked upon her finger, wondering what it would feel like to have something large and stiff like his organ driving into her little cunt. She had felt herself there sometimes, with the finger she was now sucking, but he was so much bigger, and she understood he was to go much deeper, right up to her navel, perhaps farther still. Maybe he would go so deep with that big thing of his that he would come popping out of her mouth! Cindy trembled. She passed a hand over her right nipple. It was rigid, a tiny peak of pleasure. Just brushing it with her palm caused her whole body to quiver. The jellied mounds of her tits shivered deliciously. Her belly drew in, more even than it already was, creating a concave little hollow where perhaps Jason would kiss her, tonguing her navel before urging his organ up into her cunt. Cindy's right hand slipped lower. She ran her fingers through her little bush, feeling the newgrown hairs there, the sign of maturity that just a few months ago she had not possessed yet. She was passing out of little girlhood, developing a body like her mother had. And now, with her mother in acquiescence, she was going to join her in the games of love! Cindy was happy that her mother would be standing by her side. If she were older perhaps it would have embarrassed her, but she was only 12, and she needed her mother's approval before taking a step such as this. This was not something that she would merely put in her mouth, and suck upon, and tease. This was something that would drive right into her womb, and fulfill her, and make her different from what she was right now, no longer a little girl but a lady! Gleaming with lubrication, Jason watched as Cindy's mom released him. He stood stiff and hard before her, quivering on the air, half wishing she would take him again and simply milk him to bliss. "Cindy's waiting," Sasha told Jason. "Please be gentle with her." Jason nodded. He was about to turn and mount the bed when Sasha bent and kissed his manhood. The gesture, and the feel of her tongue, again nearly caused him to spill. "Damn. Don't do that!" Jason gasped. Sasha lifted her head and said to him, "Remember. Don't cum. My daughter's not ready for that. Simply open her." "Yeah. Okay," Jason said. He bit his lip. This was going to be tougher than he had imagined, now that he thought about it. He was being used, in a way, his cock put to service, which was fine with him, but the injunction against cumming was going to be hard to fulfill. He got on the bed, aware of his balls hanging heavy beneath him. Sticking out before him, his cock was the center of attention, watched by both females as he mounted little Cindy. When he was over her he decided to assist himself by having her elevate her hips. He reached up and pulled the pillow from under her head. "Hey!" Cindy cried. "I need this under your ass. It will make it easier for me," Jason said. "A pillow's for a person's head!" Cindy groused. "Not in this case," he told the little girl as she felt herself forced to rest her head upon the mattress. "I want your little cunt up a little so I can get into you, and out again, without being overcome by the feel of your luscious little body." "It's for the best, dear," Sasha said, coming to her daughter's side. She helped Jason lift Cindy's small behind and slide the pillow under her. When her hips were resting on it, Jason spread her thighs wider. He pushed her thin legs to the limit of their ability to open, gazing down now at her treasure between them, her childish little slit, wet with her excitement. He presented his cock to her with clinical detachment, like a doctor about to perform a surgical procedure. Yes, he would have to this without emotion, Jason told himself, if he were to pop her without spending in her, as she, and her mother, seemed to want. Jason looked over at Sasha. She was a lovely prize; the thought that he could have both the mother and daughter made him tremble anew with lust. He bit his lip again, this time harder than before. He felt his testicles churn. He must endure, he must perform the operation and get out again without losing himself. "Don't hurt me!" Cindy cried with sudden alarm as she felt him put his cock head to her. His touch caused her to flinch; the thought that his pee hole was pressing against her most secret place made her fill with sudden misgivings. "Be still. Spread your legs more," Jason said, though little Cindy was already, as he well knew, open as far as her young thighs could go. Nonetheless the girl, sucking hard now on her finger, complied, and he was amazed to see her little legs urge themselves apart even more, finding some last bit of stretchiness to allow her to be as vulnerable to him as she could possibly be. "Very good," Jason said. "Hold my hand, mommie!" Cindy cried out, feeling the young man push upon her cunt lips. Her finger flew out of her mouth even as Jason made slight headway up into her cunt. It was tight; he gasped at the feel of her little snatch squeezing upon him. Sasha grabbed her daughter's hand. She squeezed it, even as the girl squeezed her assailant. There was fear in Sasha's eyes, and in her grip; was she doing the right thing? Cindy, caught inside her mother's clasping fingers, cried out as her mother squeezed too hard and caused her pain. A new pain assailed the girl down between her legs, as Jason thrust himself further into her. The man's penis pushed against and stretched her hymen. All was poised now on the edge of destruction; another upward nudge, within the silky clasping channel, and the girl's innocence would be lost forever. Jason gasped. The job was a tough one; the girl's cunt was unbelievably tight, even tighter than other virgins he'd had, but he'd never had one quite this young. "Hold on," Jason told Cindy, saying it as much to himself as to the girl, for what, in the end, did he care about her anyway? He preferred men, if truth be told, though he rarely told anyone, and would surely not tell Sasha for she might think he had AIDS. He did not, but he was lucky; nothing thrilled him more than to offer up his ass to men, something which he had only just begun to do, upon moving to L.A. Even now, as he knelt poised over this girl, about to take her innocence, and promised the bliss of fucking her mother when he was done, he let his mind drift to Steven. Had the girl mentioned that she liked him? Jason did too, and he wondered where the man with the goatee was at this very moment, as Jason tasked himself with popping Cindy's cherry. Such an excellent penis that man had, as long and hard like his own, though he had been disappointed to see that some other man, or woman, had gotten first crack at it tonight. Perhaps after Jason came in Sasha, he would find Steven, and then he would invite the man to shower, that they might both cleanse themselves from the tasks of love before retreating to a bedroom to enjoy each other. The thought of soaping Steven's long cock made Jason shiver. He would use his tongue to rinse it. He would lick it clean under the hot pulsing blast of the shower, only to take it to bed and milk it dry. With his behind, which he fancied was as tight as the little cunt he was now tasked with opening. A male who was entirely a heterosexual would have finished Cindy. But Jason's musings caused him to pause; a touch which Sasha found pleasing, as if the man himself were hesitant to finish, not wishing to spoil her daughter's innocence. Indeed, seeing him poised on hands and knees, his cock a quarter in the girl but three-quarters out of her, still remaining to be thrust in, Sasha said, after a moment, "Ah, sir, you must push in farther. I don't think you've quite taken her yet." Beneath Jason, the child squirmed. Was she impatient for him? "Mommie!" Cindy gasped. "I can feel him in me!" "Yes. He is going up you," Sasha said. Gripping her daughter's hand, she said, "Don't torture her with it, sir. Give it to her." Just then there was a knock on the door. It was locked, of course. Sasha would not have wanted such an intimate moment to be viewed by others, not least because she still had misgivings about allowing it to happen. "Just a minute!" Sasha cried, alarmed that someone should disturb them at so crucial a moment. "Fuck her now," she told Jason, wanting to see the job finished before they were interrupted. But something told Jason that it was Steven at the door. The thought that his prowess with this virgin might be witnessed by a man he admired made him want Steven to see it. Hastily he pulled himself free of the girl, nearly spilling himself as he felt his cock pop out of her clingy tightness. His balls roiling, he jumped from the bed. His ardent penis bobbed in front of him as he raced to the door. He opened it, only to find Gwen standing there. "Sir! Get back here!" Sasha cried. "Finish my daughter! Are you afraid of her?" "Ooooh, mommie! What happened? Is he done?" Cindy asked. Gwen stepped into the room. She grabbed Jason's dick. The man trembled with excitement at being so urgently clasped. "Is your daughter still a virgin?" Gwen asked Sasha, in a no-nonsense voice. "I- I think so. Tell him to come back here," Sasha answered. Cindy put a finger into her mouth and gazed at Jason. "Thank you," she lisped over her finger, sure now, in her innocence, that he had completed the job. Gwen squeezed Jason, as if he were some animal presenting himself to her to be milked. "We are not in the most modest of circumstances so I shall be blunt," Gwen said to Sasha. "I knew your daughter was young but I did not know she was a virgin, though obviously I should have suspected it. A girl like her, if she is in fact still a virgin, could bring a great deal of money." Sasha raised an eyebrow; Cindy, lying with her bottom elevated on the bed and her legs apart, listened with great interest. Gwen walked over to the girl. She looked between her legs. In sudden modesty Cindy tried to close her thighs to the woman. Gwen slapped them. "OW!" Cindy cried. "Keep your legs apart," Gwen said. She examined the girl. Cindy protested, over the finger twixt her lips, Gwen's fingers parting her cunt that she might peer into her. "Gwen, really!" Sasha scolded. Gwen ignored the girl's mother. Rudely she lifted Cindy's ass with her fingers. The child was small and light, it was easy for the woman to raise her up high enough that she might see into her. "I think her hymen's still intact," Gwen said, after a moment. She dropped Cindy back onto the pillow and looked at Sasha. "I wish to feature your child at my next party," Gwen said. "I can think of the perfect costume for her and men would pay dearly just to be with her, knowing she is a virgin." "My daughter is not for sale," Sasha answered. Gwen stood fully erect now, and brushed back her blonde hair. Her blue eyes glowed, seemingly penetrating Sasha, commanding her to bend to her will. "You came here to be punished," she said to Sasha. The blonde mother looked away; Gwen's gaze hardened and she snapped, "Don't deny it. What better punishment than to see your daughter sold like a common whore?" "No!" Sasha cried. "You also agreed to be my slave for the night," Gwen said. She stepped close to the young mother and clasped her by the waist. She nuzzled her face with her lips, her breath arousing Sasha even as she tried to squirm out of the woman's hands. "You will fulfill all your promises to me, and your daughter will be kept a virgin for my next party," Gwen told Sasha. "Say yes. I want to hear you say it." "Mommie, AM I still a virgin?" Cindy asked from the bed, her legs still poised tantalizingly open and Jason now wondering if he should rush back to the girl and finished the job he had begun on her. "Yes," Sasha breathed, unwillingly, but loving the sound of her submission as she heard her voice speak it. Half an hour later, in a closet in a room at the back of the apartment, the young mother sat on a small stool. Her arms were uplifted, tied to the clothes rack above her head with leather restraints. Her mask continued to hide her identity, but her breasts lay open to pillage, nakedly wobbling whenever she moved, her leather halter setting them off from her body. Below her frightened indrawn belly her hips were bare, her little bibbed belt having been removed and lying on the floor where it would not be in the way. Her ankles were pulled apart and tied, her cunt showed between her legs, a prize to be taken by anyone who found her sitting there in the closet. Beside her sat her daughter, smaller and perhaps even more beautiful than her mother, if one did not mind that her breasts were still growing and that there was palpable fright in her eyes. Long red welts decorated her mother's body where a man had applied a whip to her, before pumping her full of himself. The daughter, in a show of prudence rare in this apartment this night, and even rarer in this closet, had a belt around her waist. It was adorned with three locks which held a strap tightly against her cunt, despite her forced-open thighs. The strap ran under her snatch and up the length of her bottom crack, so that men deprived of her treasure in front might not put themselves into her from behind instead. Gwen opened the closet. A naked man entered. "You may have the mother, but the daughter is for entertainment only," Gwen said. The man looked at Sasha, admired the signs of her submission marking her body, and the sign, too, that another like himself had preceded him. It would make his entrance all the easier, now that the night was late and he was tired. The woman looked delectably tight; the lubrication from a fellow lover like himself would make his enjoyment less arduous. There was a whip lying on the floor, next to the woman's cast-off bib skirt. The man bent and picked it up. His cock, half tumescent with lust but weary from all his exertions elsewhere in the apartment wobbled, awaking slightly as he held the whip in his hands and contemplated the beautiful available woman beneath him. And her daughter! "May I whip the little girl?" the man asked Gwen. "Not tonight," Gwen answered. "Then I shall whip the mother all the harder," the man answered. "As you wish," Gwen said. "But do not hit her breasts too hard. She is sensitive about them." The man looked at the young mother's tits, luscious and white-fleshed, cones of perfect beauty marred a little now by what some other man had done to them with the whip this man was now holding. "She should not show them so wantonly if she doesn't want them to be a target," the man told Gwen. "Perhaps you are right," Gwen answered. The man struck Sasha, as Gwen left him to do with her as he pleased. Sasha cried out. The man threatened to find a gag for her mouth if she insisted on screaming so loudly. Yet the mother did not beg for him to stop, even when he hit her with all the violence he could muster, even when, against her wishes, he struck her breasts. When he had exhausted himself, or his arm rather, his cock was fully erect. There was a pillow lying on the floor, stained with some other man's cum, and disregarding that he would be kneeling in another man's jism he positioned the pillow on the floor between the young mother's legs in order to penetrate her with his newly awakened erection. Gwen listened outside the closet as he forced himself into Sasha, then she went into the living room, where the redhead, the woman she had met earlier in the night in the undressing room, was decorating a cake with her anus. What she had received in the undressing room had long since found its way into a toilet bowl, but now she was making her behind available to such men as still had something to give, and when they had filled her with their need she shitted it out on a cake. Gwen smiled. The woman was creating the perfect dessert, even if not everyone would want to taste it. Yes, it had proven to be a marvelously decadent party, and her next would be even better! 30 ---------------- Naughty Naked 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. 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