Message-ID: <34683asstr$1010891403@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: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 08:38:13 PST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 16:38:13 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Keep Carnivore busy! Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 22:10:03 -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: 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. --------------------------------------------------------------- Keep Carnivore busy! What a pity if taxpayer dollars should be wasted because the F.B.I.'s new Internet monitoring program, Carnivore, doesn't have anything juicy to read. To that end, in the interest of assuring that our tax dollars are well spent, I have revised and expanded my story Night Games. You can do the same. Write a sex story and post it today! Here are some topics that Carnivore will surely be interested in: Fearless Fag teaches Sex Ed to sixth graders. (Both in school and in a special after school program.) (Keep kids off the street!) Jolly Molly the baby-sitter. (At least she isn't sitting in front of the T.V.) Horny Harry the Handy Man. (He forgot his tool box but not his tool!) Spot the Wonder Dog. (He doesn't fly.) Yes, by filling the Internet with porn, we can be assured that Carnivore always has something to eat. And that our nation's police, who thought up Carnivore, have spent their money well. Don't just write your story and post it. E-mail it to friends, and ask them to re-mail it. Write your stories in the first person so Carnivore is even happier; is it just a story, or is it a sexual conspiracy? A monitoring machine with too little to monitor is not only a waste of government funds. It makes America look like a Christain version of a Taliban country. I say, swamp Carnivore. Don't let it intimidate you into saying nothing. Give it so much to read that it chokes to death. Then the Internet will be free of censorship, and remain so. Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in Night Games Chapter Six She sat in his lap, his sperm trickling out of her ass and onto his flaccid penis. She was still weeping, just a little, and he looked at her consolingly now, wondering if he had hurt her. He had heard of females being riven so hard by a male penis that the lining of their rectum was torn. He wondered if in his passion he had done this to her. She was, after all, only 12. Now that his lust for her had abated somewhat, he began to be concerned about something other than his penis. Gently he felt her hips. Then he passed his hands lower onto the luxurious roundness of her bottom. It was like feeling two round rubber balls. She squirmed. She had her thumb in her mouth and suddenly it popped out of her as he found her asscrack. She turned her face and looked at him. She wiped her tear stained cheeks with the back of her hand and asked him, with little girl bluntness, "Whose ass did you like better? Mine or my mom's?" Her question relieved him. He caught some of his sperm on his hands, as it dripped out of his ass. He lifted his hands and quietly checked them, pretending to ponder her question. There was no blood, just the white of his spent essence, mixed with some of her bowel material. Next time he should probably give her an enema first, he told himself. She was, quite involuntarily, owing to his sperm leaking out of her bottom, shitting on his lap. "You mom was wonderful," Mark told the girl, conscious of the older woman lying on the bed behind him, watching him with open eyes, aware of his words. "And you were a lot of work," Mark told the 12-year-old. "Either my cock's too big or your ass is too small." "She's just starting seventh grade," Sasha said, languidly and perhaps a little accusingly, as she lay on the bed admiring the buttocks of the man who was sitting upright before her. Mark turned and looked over his shoulder. Cindy's mom was as beautiful as ever, seemingly wrapped in her long golden hair which he had released as he fucked her. He felt Cindy squirm in his lap and her movement caused her asscheeks to grind down on his penis. With a slight gasp he felt himself begin to become erect again. Trapped under the 12-year-old's bottom the feeling was delicious, if promising soon to be painful because there was not enough space for him. Cindy felt him rise and let out a little, "Ooooh!" The spectators, once the joust was finished, had all left the doorway, left the trio to themselves, but now Gwen drifted into the room. She was utterly naked, and there was sperm in her hair, which hung down over her shoulders and swished against her back as she walked. Not only was there sperm in the hair that hung from her head but it was matted in her small tangle of pubic hair between her legs. It also coated the insides of her bare creamy thighs. "If you three are finished fucking perhaps you'd like to join some of us in the shower," Gwen suggested. Cindy hopped down from Mark's lap. "Sure," she said, feeling quite soiled now with all the sperm and shit coming out of her ass. Mark's cock popped up, stained with Cindy's effluence. It quivered stiffly between his legs, the organ of a young man for whom two copulations were not enough, in such tempting circumstances. "Oh! You still have more," Gwen said, impressed by Mark's vigor. Cindy turned and looked at what had gone into her. "YEEEEK!" she cried, not only at what she had taken but at the prospect of having to take it again. Gwen looked past the tempting display and fixed her eyes on Sasha. "Do you care to sleep, or did you just need the bed to fuck?" she asked the woman. Sasha smiled. She did not feel sleepy, and could see the delight in Gwen's eyes at what was between Mark's legs. She could only see the young man's back from where she lay, but being 24, she did not need many clues to know he was erect again. "To fuck," Sasha said to Gwen. "Then perhaps you and your daughter are ready for more?" Gwen asked. "Perhaps," Sasha answered. "Teddy wants to go to bed," Cindy told Gwen. She held up her bear for the woman to see. "But first he needs a bath." Gwen ignored the little girl. If the child weren't so beautiful she would have regarded her as a nuisance. But the men present had paid handsomely to be in the presence of such a young thing, and seeing the little girl's bottom deflowered had been an inspirational delight, one that had translated to ardent fucking of the women present. That they had not yet had a crack at her with their own cocks seemed not too much of a disappointment to them. The women were lovely beyond belief and the Gwen had warned the men that the little girl must be handled with care. Mark seemed, for the moment at least, the perfect lover for her; he was just eight years older than her and a strapping example of male virility. He had, too, Gwen thought to herself, the perfect combination of gentleness and cruelty, which was necessary to take a child like Cindy over the threshold of girlhood into womanhood. Sasha rose up languidly in the bed. "What do you have in mind?" the young mother asked her hostess. Gwen brushed back her hair. "I'm sure I could think up something deliciously wicked," Gwen answered. "If you're up to it." "Is Mark?" Sasha asked, knowing the answer. She slid forward on the bed and looked around Mark's waist. There was his cock, standing stiff and ready. The young man could not have doused his passion if he had wanted to. Sasha smiled and touched a finger to the man's erection. It was a good ten inches in length, perhaps more. Too much for a little girl, no doubt, or almost so, but a good contest for a woman. Something she could really test herself upon. "Don't point that at me!" Cindy yelled, looking at how Mark's cock seemed aimed right at her bottom. She was still sticking out behind, her lovely ass poised like a pair of scoops of rose-colored ice cream, and owing to the fact that her back was to Mark, because she was standing in front of him, he did indeed look like a missile poised to strike at the target of her heinie. "I want every man at the party to have a crack at that darling ass of yours," Gwen said, passing the girl now, coming forward toward Mark, and glancing sideways at the girl's insouciant bottom. "NO!" Cindy cried. Her hands, one of which had been clutching her bear and the other one palming her flannel-covered belly, wondering if it could get away with stroking her pussy, flew to her ass. The bear tumbled to the floor. At the same moment Sasha said, "Gwen, no!" Her denial echoing Cindy's own, her concern for her daughter palpable in her voice. "Not necessarily with their cocks, dear," Gwen said to Sasha. "We have a game we play. I invented it at another party of mine. It's called round robin. We can start with Mark, if he can survive the attention he may receive in the shower." Gwen put a hand to her pussy, clearly excited by her game and not the least embarrassed at pleasuring herself in front of her guests. "Everyone gets in a circle. One person is told to go around the circle and offer themselves to every mouth in the room." The woman, still fingering her slit, stepped closer to Mark. She joined Sasha in touching the man's penis. "So Mark, for instance, would offer his cock to everyone in the room. Female and male," Gwen smiled, noting with satisfaction the alarm in Mark's eyes as she spoke of homosexual love. "It's a no holds barred feast," Gwen said. "You can do anything to the person, as they stand in front of you. Kiss them, lick them, even bite them, if you don't hurt them too badly. It is excellent for teaching males control and helping females to open themselves more fully. Cindy would quickly learn to get her ass open with a whole series of tongues invading her." "Mmmmm, tantalizing," Sasha said. "What do you think, Mark?" she asked the young man. He trembled, but it was a glorious rigid trembling, like a piece of steel buffeted by a tremendous wind. As for little Cindy, she chose that moment to bend over and pick up her bear. Her bottom jutted at the three people behind her, and with seeming child-like innocence, but perhaps something else as well, she decided to talk to her bear. In her bent over position, with her ass sticking out so lewdly from her open bottom flap, she said: "Don't worry, Mr. Bear. They won't make you get your bottom licked," Cindy told her stuffed animal. "No, they would never do that. Expesially if your bottom's all furry!" she added, mangling the word `especially' with her sweet child's voice. "Except yours isn't," Mark told the girl, as the two women stroked his long cock. "HUH?" Cindy asked. She looked back at Mark, but not by standing upright and turning to face him. Instead, with her bottom rearing back at him, she looked at him between her legs, bent over like a girl digging for clams at the beach. "I said your bottom's not furry," Mark said to the girl. "It is if I button up my flap," Cindy said. She dropped her bear to the floor and made a show, with her head still poised down between her legs, of buttoning up her bottom flap. But either she had trouble with the buttons or didn't really want to end her show, for after a moment or so of fooling with the flap she let it drop again, and stood up, her ass still sticking out the back of her pajamas. "Come on, let's go," Sasha said. There was a note of exhaustion in her voice. It did not, however, seem to come entirely from her exertions at lovemaking. Rather, as Mark noted as he felt Sasha rise from her place on the bed beside him, it came from her protectiveness toward her daughter. It had been fun bringing the little minx, to show her what people could get up to, to `scare her straight' perhaps, even moreso than last time (which, according to the psychologists anyway, should have made a child like Cindy utterly unable to think a sexual thought for the next ten years.) But now here the little one was, even after being fucked in the ass, merrily showing off her bottom to Mark. She seemed proud of her sexuality, and wishing to flaunt it. Gwen smiled at Mark. Standing over him, her hand on his dick, she gave him a tug. Mark responded by standing up. Gwen turned and, in all her luscious nudity, led him after Sasha. The mother smacked her child's behind. "OW!" Cindy cried, and clutched her bear to her breasts, which were sticking nakedly out of her PJ's where Mark had cut them. "Bath time," Sasha said to her daughter. "Teddy doesn't want to take a bath!" Cindy announced. "He just told me." "Teddy isn't going to take a bath," Sasha replied, urging her daughter forward as the child cast back one hand and rubbed her smacked ass. With male delight, Mark looked at Cindy's young bottom as her mother pushed her forward, a hand in the little girl's back. It was hard to believe he was here, not only at an orgy but at one where he had been chosen to be the `chaperone', if one could use the term without mangling it too badly, of this little virgin. He looked forward to enjoying more pleasures with her as the beautiful hostess of the party led him by his penis. With her every touch, stroking him gently along his long shaft as she led him, she threatened to make him spill, especially with Cindy's wiggly little ass bouncing in front of him as he walked. Yet it was delicious, and moreso when Mark realized that Cindy was having to walk quickly to keep up with her mother. As the taller woman ambled along, her lovely wide mature hips rolling with bare salaciousness, her little daughter, shorter and with not as long a stride as her mother, hurried beside her. The effect was that the child's young bottom seemed to pump as she walked, each round little cheek moving with ardent bulging motions. Sasha took her hand from Cindy's back. She reached for Cindy's hand and grasped it. Mark's cock leapt at the sight. It looked as if Sasha was about to escort her daughter across the street, walking hand in hand with her now. The effect of two bare-bottomed females poised in so prosaic a manner, holding hands, delighted Mark even more. There was a certain perverse pleasure in having his cock aimed at the mother and child's asses, as they walked ahead of him in seeming innocence. "Do you like this, Mark?" Gwen asked, perhaps slightly miffed that she was not the center of attention, for she was very beautiful. Mark remembered the young hostess beside him and looked over at her, feeling her hand on his cock. "Yes," Mark breathed. "Good," Gwen said. "You deserve it. Your erection is a sight to behold." "Perhaps I should ask you the same," Mark said, as they passed down the hall of the woman's apartment. They stepped on a pair of woman's panties, an expensive French-cut pair. They crossed over a stocking, which lay alone without its mate. Sasha drew her daughter closer, as if perhaps wishing to cover her daughter's eyes that she might not see these products of love play. But of course the little one was way beyond that, having experienced the male prong in her ass. "Yes I like it," Gwen said, answering Mark's question. "I like seeing people judged not by the color of their skin or the caliber of their thought, but rather by the size of their cocks and the shape of their behinds. By the jut of their breasts or the cut of their chest. It is pleasurable to put all other thoughts out of one's mind, and simply focus on such physical things. And to bring such thoughts to completion, of course," Gwen added, giving Mark another stroke with her palm. "You can't wait to see me cum, can you?" Mark asked the woman. Gwen smiled. "You forget. I already saw you cum twice." "You saw my face and you saw the length of me, perhaps, or part of it. But you want to see me spurt out. You want to see me shooting it out of my pee hole," Mark said to the woman. Gwen's face colored with embarrassment. "Yes," Gwen said. "Yes I do. But at the same time I long to see you save yourself, Mark," she added. "Your erection is so beautiful to look at and feel. I should not wish for you to cum sooner than you need to." "Perhaps you don't understand the male organ," Mark told the young woman. "I've needed to cum since I rose up, when Cindy was sitting on me. I've been desperate, and I'm even more desperate now with you teasing me. It's been willpower that's held me back. Or something," Mark added, giving a little choke as he felt Gwen smother him with affection. "Iron will! I like that," Gwen smiled, passing her hand up and down Mark's cock now, as they walked, with quicker strokes, as if hoping to make him shoot all over her carpet. "Yes. Definitely," Mark said, and coughed again, for his balls felt like they were going to explode. A shower was heard running. Sasha went into the bathroom and little Cindy went with her, hand-in-hand with her mother. "Oooh! I have to pee!" Cindy said, as soon as she spied the toilet. But she needed to do something else, and her mother's heart sank a little as she watched her daughter scurry to the toilet. She needed to poop out Mark's essence, and by the time the young man walked into the bathroom, little Cindy was sitting on the toilet, clutching her bear to her chest as she defecated out his sperm. "Feeling a little full, eh?" Mark joked. Cindy frowned and stuck out her tongue at him. "I'm going to fill you again pretty soon," Mark assured the little girl. "Teddy will protect me," Cindy told the man. Guests smiled from an open gang shower. Sasha walked off the beige carpet that covered the near end of the bathroom, where the sink and commode were, and into the tiled shower. There was no door or curtain. The shower was too big to need one. Yet at the same time, owing to the number of people crowded into it, which was about two dozen, it was cloyingly small. Sasha stepped nakedly into the tangle of bodies. Hands rose up to welcome her, quickly gripped her breasts and palmed her belly and lower, between her legs. Sasha let out a small yell. Her own hands came up in self defense, then succumbed to the lure of flesh present, both male and female, and began groping. There was laughter as she pleasured the guests with her touch and was pleasured in turn. For a moment they had the upper hand, she was new and they were many. She was passed from person to person, and the young mother was fondled ardently. A man, coming up from the touch of her hand and not wishing to hold himself back, ejaculated onto her thigh. A woman brushed Sasha between her legs and something in the way her fingers connected with the mother's cunt made her shiver. "Yes. Here it is safe to feel pleasure," the woman whispered to Sasha, for under the spray of the shower, creating rivulets of water that ran down everyone's body, who was to feel embarrassed at not being able to restrain themselves? As if to emphasize the point, another man, groped by someone, found himself in need and ejaculated onto Sasha's sexy behind. A third, pressed not by reignited balls but rather by a full bladder, peed on the young mother, his urine joining the hot water that was streaming down her thigh. "AH!" Sasha cried, someone's hand between her legs bringing her pleasure to fruition. "AH!" "AH!" two more voices echoed, their pleasure joining the young mother's. Then there was laughter, for even at an orgy such a wanton display of the body's urges can be somewhat embarrassing. Meanwhile, Cindy, having finished on the toilet and wiped herself, stood up. Again she forgot to flush, but nobody seemed to notice. Viewing the proceedings in the shower with the innocent delight of a child considering jumping into a pool, she began shucking her way out of her pajamas. Her bear lay on the rug, temporarily forgotten. "Come," Gwen said to Mark. Then she placed a fingertip over his penis head, holding him with her other hand. "Not that way," she added, fearing he might spill just as she was about to introduce his cock to her guests. She led him into the gang shower. "OH!" A woman cried, turning to see a fresh cock presented to her, which was Mark's. A second woman turned, and she gave a little cry too, and joined her friend in grabbing hold of the young man. Gwen released him, so that they might fully enjoy his shaft, all ten inches of it. Mark's face reddened. "Ah, a virile young stud," a man announced, turning from Sasha to find Mark's penis stabbing jauntily close to his ass. Of course Mark was not intentionally offering to fuck the man, but here in the close confines in the shower it was impossible not to present oneself, whether to a male or female, for everyone was crowded together. New hands joined the ones already touching Mark, and everyone wanted to touch him in the same place, along his awesome shaft. Mark turned redder and desperately tried not to shoot himself all over his newfound admirers. Finally a woman came forward and, seemingly showing no interest in his dick, asked him, "Soap?" "Yes," Mark gasped, thinking the woman would hand him one of the several bars that was being passed around. But the woman proved to be holding a bottle, of liquid soap, not a bar. And at Mark's "yes" she pointedly looked at her cock and aimed her bottle. SQUIRT! White soap jetted out of the bottle, right onto Mark's dick. There were smiles, and the sight of white liquid shooting out onto Mark's erection, but nowhere else, almost made the young man cum. After admiring the effect of the soap on his cock for a moment, the hands that had been touching him resumed work, and now they moved with greater effect, for the soap provided a joyous lubrication. Mark's head flew back. He fought to constrain himself as the hands pleasured him. When he managed to look forward again, and down, he saw a sea of female bellies hovering nakedly before him, each one seemingly wishing to expand their flat surfaces with his seed. "Oh, God!" Mark cried. Suddenly it was all too much for him. His balls tightened. He began pulsing, along the entire length of his organ. Suddenly, as little Cindy announced somewhere behind him that she was joining the guests, he began to spurt. The bellies moved closer. To his delight he watched himself seemingly aim at the nearest pussy and fire. His sperm hit first the bare flat belly of the woman before him, a woman whose name he didn't even know. Then his sperm trickled downward, as more rushed out behind what he'd offered. It ran into the woman's thatch, mixing with water running down her body from the shower. She was shoved aside, by another woman's hip bumping her, and suddenly Mark was sperming a new bare flat belly, his sperm once again running quickly down to mingle in the woman's pussy hair. "Uhn, uhn, uhn," Mark grunted now, thrusting himself forth into the array of stroking fingers and firing at first one belly and then another. He kept shooting, oblivious now to everything except the pleasure of his groin. The hands continued to soap his cock even as he spent himself. In fact, now that he was cumming they seemed determined to finish him, to deprive him of that which he was so proudly offering. But when he was finally done spending, and had begun to shrink in size, there was palpable disappointment in the eyes of the guests, as if they had just been deprived of a favorite toy. "I can talk like a baby. GOO! GOO! GOO!" Cindy announced to some man, who had taken an interest in her as she walked, on tentative tip-toe steps, into the shower. "Oh, my daughter!" Sasha announced from somewhere amidst the bodies in the shower. Gwen came in with the little girl, and although she made an attempt to hold her hand, to reassure her, the girl batted the woman's hand away. "You are quite lovely," the man who had been addressed by Cindy responded. He reached for her, but he did not grasp her in a fatherly way around her small shoulders. Instead he went straight for her breasts, and Cindy's show of friendship was rewarded with a swift groping. "Oooh!" the little girl cried, surprised at the man's indecent ardor. Sasha tried to get to her daughter but a man, finding himself inspired by her ass, told her quite bluntly, "Bend over." He did not wait for her to do it voluntarily but roughly made her bend, pushing her head down in front of him as he rose up behind her. Another moment and he was rudely in her, pushing his erection inbetween her legs, finding and spearing her luscious mother's cunt. "Ah, God! Stop!" Sasha cried, but it was her first penis of the night, in her cunt anyway, and nature quickly intervened to give her pleasure in it. Using the mother like an animal, the man behind Sasha began working himself in her. The mother, still fearing for her daughter, tried to rise, but he kept her head down, and Cindy's first sight of her mom in the shower, beyond the nearest bodies which moved closely in on her now, was of the woman bent over, forcibly being fucked from the rear. "Oh, mommie!" Cindy cried, but her cries were drowned now by the sea of naked figures which took an interest in her. Without introduction or any permission at all, save for her half-innocent presence, they began to fondle her. They palmed her legs and her belly, her breasts and, especially, between her thighs, where she still remained a virgin. All seemed aware of her hymen which lay still up between her legs, and in a seeming attempt at deflowering her with their fingers they intruded there, eagerly. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Cindy cried, and didn't know what to make of all the attention, and didn't care a minute later, as unknown pleasures consumed her. It was her first real introduction to love, for there was an earnestness in those who touched her now, a desire to finally once and for all bring her fully across the threshold of love. "Do them both!" someone, aware that the mother was being fucked, suggested. "Yes!" someone else, a woman, agreed. "She is so pretty," a third chimed. Surrounded by bodies and groped by hands, the little girl now reached for the comfort she had earlier disdained, that of Gwen's hand. But the woman was out of reach now, and she smiled as she watched the little girl felt up. At last the little minx was truly the center of attention, how did she like it now that it had finally happened? Let her see that there was a price to be paid for it! Hands palmed the little girl's bottom, still red from her spankings. Fingers invaded her ass and probed her newly deflowered back hole, making her cry out at the feel of new intrusions there. Suddenly someone took hold of her head, and she was bent over just like her mother. 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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