Message-ID: <34559asstr$1010434205@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: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 00:05:59 PST X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 07 Jan 2002 08:05:59 GMT Subject: {ASSM} girl patrol, chapter 14 Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 15:10:05 -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: IceAltar, RuiJorge - 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. --------------------------------------------------------------- Gay studies? Feminist studies? African-American studies? no... Continuing the great tradition of PEDOPHILE literature it's... Andrew Roller Presents GIRL PATROL Chapter Fourteen I shouted but nobody seemed to hear. I felt the life blood draining from me. The river rushed past me, as if uncaring, perhaps waiting for me to lose my strength and sink down into its black depths. Along the bank the fire burned, pushed along by the breeze, the grass erupting into flames, a pent up anger seemingly rising from the long blades of grass as the fire touched them. I tried to get Jan's body off me but she was too agile, too greedy, a little lioness fixed upon her prey. I felt my muscles weaken. I could no longer keep my head above the water. An odd detachment suddenly consumed me, as if this were some swimming pool game. Except I was losing. This was the second time in twelve hours that the river was taking me under, and this time I wasn't going to make it. I cried out. Water came pouring into my mouth and I spluttered, went under, Jan above me as the river swallowed me. Suddenly there was a scream above me. Jan released her hold on my neck. I saw fire, seemingly right above me. I splashed upward and blew the water from my mouth. I was on the surface again. But the fire was right in my face! Then it passed sideways, and I realized it was not the entire conflagration in front of me but only a stick. Little Becky, who I thought had drowned, was holding the stick. She was dog paddling in the water and waving the stick back and forth. It burned hot in the night, and Jan was nowhere to be seen. "Thanks!" I gasped. "Certoinly," Becky spluttered, barely able to keep her head above water as she held the stick. Kim came swimming up. "That bitch! She bit your neck!" Kim said. Solicitously she drew close and examined me. She told me I had two bite marks in the right side of my neck. They were bleeding. Becky dropped the torch in the water and it dimmed, floated away from us, following the river downstream. She came close and touched my bleeding neck with one of her fingers. "Oooh! Does it hurt?" Becky asked. "Yeah. Some," I answered. Kim put her hand to it and grasped my shoulder at the same time to stay afloat. She put pressure on my neck with her wet hand to try to stop the bleeding. Supporting Kim with my shoulder, I reached out and grabbed Becky, lest she be swept downriver away from us and possibly go under again. "You were drowning," I said to Becky. "Oh. Yeah. But I remembered how to swim when I was underwater and swam to the bank," Becky said. I smiled and hugged her. She smiled back at me. I remembered how Becky had saved us from the wolves, with her underwater swimming. This was the second time today that she'd saved us! "But what happened to Jan?" I asked. "I dunno," Kim gasped. "She's a vampire!" Becky said, wide-eyed. "But she wasn't a while ago," I insisted. "Twue," Becky said, a little water getting in her mouth as she spoke. I looked toward the shore, where Becky had found the stick and put it to the flames, or found it already burning. I guess we were a little downstream now. The river was pushing us along. But the fire was raging along with us, burning the grass as it went. "We better try to stay afloat in the river, at least for a little while," I told the girls. I held them close. "It's going to be pretty cold." Kim looked at the bank and said, "This is stupid. We're freezing in the river but the bank is burning up!" "We could go to the other side," Becky said. I turned. I looked into the blackness of the night, the blacker river flowing all around us. Moonlight played on the opposite shore, seemingly beckoning us with its placid light. "The river's too wide," I said. That bank was far away. "We'd never make it," I concluded. "Plus, there could be wolves there, stupid," Kim told Becky. The little girl pouted. I looked down at Becky, who had saved us twice, and tried to cheer her up. "It was a good idea," I told Becky. I looked at Kim. "Try not to insult her when she's just trying to help." "Sure. I don't mind getting eaten," Kim answered, a little insouciant. "Let's just float along and hug each other and try not to freeze to death," I said. I hugged the girls and they hugged me. And as I felt their small slender bodies pressing against me, still wearing their Frederick's of Hollywood costumes, I didn't feel entirely sad or afraid. They were gorgeous little girls! Soft and admittedly wet, with their soaked hair clinging to their faces and trailing down into the water, but naked too, with Kim's young growing breasts pressing against me, her long legs wrapping about my waist and clinging to me, Becky groping me infant-like as she burbled and struggled to keep her head above water. I reached behind Becky and grabbed her bottom. So soft! I cupped her with my hands to make sure our little heroine didn't drown, even as her older sister clasped my neck. For a bachelor who used to live alone, in his parent's old house no less, this life wasn't entirely bad. For once I wasn't depending on my dead mom and dad, and I had two little beauties with me! 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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