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                                          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.

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     http://www.aclu.org
-- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427)
     is copyright 2001 by 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).

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