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Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter Three
The shotgun blast cut through the werewolfÕs middle. The creature
groaned. It held the girl suspended in its grip for a moment, just above its
uplifted mouth. Then it buckled forward, and the girl went scrambling out
of its grasp as the werewolf hit the dirt. Face first, blood flowing fast
from its wounds now as Kim walked up to it with her shotgun poised. She
already had re-cocked the gun. She aimed and, to the accompaniment of a
loud roar, the creatureÕs brains went splattering out onto the dirt and onto
KimÕs boots.
ÒGood shooting,Ó I breathed.
ÒHe almost ate me!Ó Becky, brushing herself off, said and stood up.
She went back among the rocks to fetch her Magnum. She had to pick her
way through them, walking. We were in a Òdead zone,Ó as we called it, not
because of our creepy surroundings but because something in the air kept
the girls from swimming in it. Despite the fact that they had still had on
their FrederickÕs of Hollywood costumes. The clothing, although scanty,
had proved surprisingly resilient. My own clothes were ragged and torn
from our month of adventures but the girlsÕ gypsy-wear was still brand
new. Or looked new, anyway, as fresh and young as the girlsÕ slim-limbed
bodies.
We were stuck at the end of time. That much weÕd figured out. WeÕd
run into an old medium who took pity on us and gave us weapons. Or,
rather, she gave the girls weapons. I was left to fend for myself,
unarmed, or rely on the girls for protection. At least the girls had a good
reason to protect me; it was my job to carry the heavy sack of ammunition
that they needed for their guns. Kim had a shotgun, her sister Jan had a
machine gun and little Becky had a Magnum pistol. They werenÕt quite
exactly what you might buy in a gun shop in 2001; but thatÕs the best way
I can describe them. They took different sorts of ammo, interchangeably.
Phosphorus shells or bullets for the vampires, silver-lined bullets and
shells for werewolves, and other sorts of ammunition for the other types
of creatures we ran into.
It was a strange place, here at the end of time. Everything on earth
was dead. All that was left was the remnants of the past, down to blood-
sucking immortal vampires and human-like wolves. I have no idea where
my house was; I guess it had long ago fallen apart due to age. Even the sun
was different. In daytime the light wasnÕt yellow; it was more red than
yellow. The sun was reaching the end of its lifespan.
ÒStrangeland,Ó weÕd nicknamed the place, and we had no way of
knowing how to get back. The first day weÕd wandered off from our
magical closet. It was a time machine, that much weÕd figured out. If we
could find it maybe we could get back home, back to the past, back to the
girlsÕ parents and my old house and acorn-strewn back yard.
ÒI guess we better bed down for the night,Ó Kim said. She had turned
out to be our natural leader after all, despite the fact that IÕd given the
police uniform IÕd made to Jan. Little Becky drew Cuddles out of the
pocket in her cape and hugged him.
ÒOoooh, Cuddles, that was a close one!Ó Becky sighed to her teddy
bear. Kim sat down in the brown dead-looking grass and crossed her legs,
Indian-style. At one time I would have used the opportunity, even in this
early evening darkness, to look between her pretty bare legs at her cunt.
But I was busy rummaging in the ammo bag for matches; we were on much
more intimate terms now and a dim view of KimÕs cunt wasnÕt even on my
mind.
ÒPay more attention next time and quit dropping your gun,Ó Kim
snapped to Becky. ÒElse IÕll make you give it to Brian.Ó BeckyÕs eyes
widened and she pulled her gun close, as close to herself as Cuddles.
ÒOooh! You two have guns. This oneÕs MINE!Ó Becky insisted. And
thatÕs how the girls wound up with guns, leaving me unarmed. The medium
was willing to give us three guns, for information about the past from
which weÕd come. She didnÕt have four to give us (she kept one for
herself), and it was either deprive little Becky of a gun, or deprive myself.
Despite being denominated by my neighbors back home as the local
Òmolester dude suspectÓ I was actually too nice of a guy to see Becky go
around moping all day. Of course, a mom-type woman would have insisted
the medium only give out one gun, to the adult present; but I was no
paranoid mother and weÕd since learned that it took three active guns to
keep us alive.
Jan went walking around picking up firewood. It was her turn to
gather sticks; weÕd shot off a lot of branches from the surrounding trees
to put down that pack of vampires weÕd run into.
ÒI wish we could go home,Ó Jan sighed.
ÒEvery day we stay here we run the risk of getting killed,Ó Kim
sighed. I found the matches and lit one; then held it close to a stick that
Jan tossed down in front of me. There was no wind, even that seemed to
have mostly died on this world.
ÒWill the manna come tomorrow?Ó Becky asked, lying down on the
grass.
ÒIt always comes,Ó Kim answered.
ÒThat or rain,Ó Jan sighed, tossing more sticks in my direction. I
added them to the fire. It grew larger with the added tinder. I licked my
lips. I was hungry from our day of hiking. But unless we wanted to roast
the dead werewolf lying nearby, our only source of food was what weÕd
nicknamed Òmanna.Ó None of us knew what it was, but it fell in flakes,
when the sun rose, except when there was an overcast sky. In that case it
usually rained, giving us water in puddles but soaking us too, whether we
wanted baths or not.
ÒWhat do you think the manna is, Brian?Ó Kim asked, moving closer
to me now. I lay down beside her and tossed my arm over her bare belly. I
stroked her camisette, admiring her titties. They seemed to have grown
bigger in the last month, with all our wandering. They were nice big jugs
on a little girl; my mouth watered looking at them. The moon had just
risen. It combined with our fire to cast a pale orange glow across her
nipples. The tips of them were growing hard as I watched them.
ÒWell,Ó I said, speculating. WeÕd sat around discussing this before;
she wasnÕt expecting anything new. I suppose she just wanted to be
reassured by the sound of my voice. Suddenly a stick nearly hit Kim in the
eye.
ÒHey!Ó Kim shouted, sitting up abruptly. She glared at Jan. The girls
were jealous again; of me! Poor dateless 30-something Brian Galbladder
had three (count Ôem) junior beauty queens all competing for his company.
Yes, maybe my three companions were eager to get back home, but I
wasnÕt. When back in Columbus Ohio would I get to spend the night with
three prepubescent girls all dressed in FrederickÕs of Hollywood sex
wear?
ÒWell,Ó I said, after Kim laid back down and Jan went back to finding
more sticks for our fire. ÒIn my opinion the manna is some sort of ancient
biological project. Started by humans, of course. To solve world hunger
or something like that. It works pretty good, you gotta admit. ItÕs kept us
alive.Ó
ÒItÕd be nice if they had it rain Big Macs, though,Ó Becky sighed.
ÒItÕs your turn to stand watch,Ó Kim said to the littlest girl. ÒDonÕt
fall asleep.Ó
ÒBut I almost got EATEN!Ó Becky whined. She looked at the dead
werewolf lying nearby. ÒIÕm tired.Ó
ÒBrian canÕt stand watch all night,Ó Kim said.
ÒYou just want to ride his magic snake,Ó Becky pouted. Which,
indeed, was true. I could see it in KimÕs eyes and feel it in her body,
which was warm to my touch as I stroked her belly. In fact, her desire for
me was making me hard. I sighed and tugged at my zipper.
ÒIf you donÕt mind I think IÕm going to have to let my snake out for
some air,Ó I said.
ÒYes. Do!Ó Kim encouraged me. Her eyes glowed. Jan, in the
distance, was contemplating throwing another stick at her sister, I saw.
The next thing I knew, Kim was on top of me, and I was flat on my back.
My penis was out and Kim was rubbing herself, her cunt I mean, up and
down along the length of my manhood. ÒOooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!Ó Kim cried
out into the night. Valiantly I strove to hold onto my seed. I knew Becky
would want to be next, and Jan too, when she was done collecting sticks.
We werenÕt having sex; the girls hadnÕt advanced to that level. Just
rubbing, but that didnÕt help me hold myself back, having a blonde Ôdoing
herselfÕ on my dick! ÒOooh! Oooh! Oooh!Ó Kim cried. She was too young to
climax. Meanwhile Becky, not wanting to wait her turn or eager to join us,
put her teddy bear to work frigging herself.
ÒCuddles is doing me!Ó Becky cried. When Kim got finished enjoying
herself, or rather got bored, Becky was next to hop on me. Unlike Kim, she
had red hair. SheÕd taken to wearing her hair in two long pigtails, tying
long stems of grass around her hair to bind it. She didnÕt have freckles;
her skin shone above me in the moonlight as she mounted me and began
frigging herself on my hard-on.
ÒOooh! Oooh!Ó Becky cried. Jan threw sticks into the fire. Kim
gazed around us to make sure our sounds of bedding-down werenÕt
attracting any more wolves. When Becky finished, it was JanÕs turn. As
you might imagine it took a geeky womanless guy like me awhile to gain
the skill of not cumming from such enjoyment. The first two weeks I used
to spurt regularly, often all over the first girl, which was usually Kim.
But after constant nightly use IÕd learned to hold myself back; albeit with
a considerable amount of agonized huffing and puffing.
ÒOooh! Oooh!Ó Jan cried, her long brown hair flying as she rutted
herself on me. At last she too grew tired of our nightly exercise. By now
I was boiling.
ÒWho wants to bring me off?Ó I called out.
ÒMe!Ó
ÒMe!Ó
ÒMe!Ó three little voices answered, almost in unison. Who would I
choose? Becky was still a little unsure about sucking my penis but strove
to do it because her two older friends did; three hungry mouths came at
me. I couldnÕt decide between them and let all three of them compete for
my cock; if youÕve never had three little girls all trying to suck you at the
same time, itÕs quite an experience, I can tell you. Becky kept a firm hold
on Cuddles as she worked to get my cock head in her mouth. Kim won, as
she usually did, and I went spurting into her.
ÒYeeeouch!Ó Kim said, and promptly expelled me as I shot all over her
face. Jan quickly dove in and captured my prize; only to feel her mouth
quickly fill up with me and leave me for Becky.
ÒOook. Mr. Snake is dying,Ó Becky lamented. I was shriveling now,
out of gas.
ÒMr. Snake will be back another time. In the morning,Ó I said, though
sometimes I was prone to offering the girls a late-night snack.
ÒIt tastes almost as good as manna,Ó Kim said, licking her lips. ÒA
little saltier, though.Ó
ÒUm,Ó Jan agreed.
ÒI wish I had a magic snake,Ó Becky said.
ÒWell, you donÕt,Ó I answered. ÒOnly I have it, because only I am King
of the Little Girls!Ó I was feeling cocky, I admit it. I always do, after
cumming with my three little girlfriends. Becky rubbed her belly and said,
ÒIf I had a magic snake I could eat whenever I wanted, and I wouldnÕt need
any manna, neither.Ó
ÒYouÕd still need manna. Sperm isnÕt that nutritious, I donÕt think,Ó I
said. Then I thought about it for a moment, putting my dick back in my
pants. No use discouraging the girls from getting their nightly ÔmealÕ.
ÒThen again maybe itÕs more nutritious,Ó I said.
ÒWahtÕs nut--sus?Ó Becky asked, mangling her entire sentence as
she re-armed herself with Cuddles and her Magnum, pulling both close to
her as she laid down on the grass.
ÒNutritious,Ó Kim said. ÒItÕs a word that means good to eat.Ó
ÒYouÕre good to eat,Ó Becky said to me.
ÒToo bad you girls arenÕt older. Then your titties would make milk,Ó
I said. In fact they wouldnÕt unless they were pregnant, but not having
much experience with women I didnÕt know that at the time.
ÒMilk?Ó Kim said, feeling her sizeable tits as she laid back down
beside me.
ÒYes, I think when youÕre 12 or something your tits start making
milk,Ó I said to Kim. ÒOnly two more years for you.Ó
ÒWill my tits make milk?Ó Becky asked. Jan, who had smaller
titties than Kim but was further along than Becky, laughed.
ÒYou donÕt have any titties yet, silly!Ó Jan scolded the girl. Becky
sat up and examined her little puff-mounds. ÒI do too! Mine are growing
right now!Ó Becky said. She pulled with her fingertips on her tits, which
looked like well-developed mosquito bites. I rolled over towards her.
ÒCome here and IÕll suck them for you. Then theyÕll grow bigger.Ó
ÒSuck mine! Mine are bigger!Ó Kim insisted, and sprang up and threw
her blonde-haired figure over me, like a cat tackling a big mouse.
ÒMine! Suck mine!Ó Jan cried. You can see why, of the four of us, I
was the least eager to go back to Columbus, Ohio. All three girls now
presented me with their titties, holding their mini-jugs out to me, asking
me to suck them. This was not the first time such a thing had happened,
since our arrival here in Ôstrangeland,Õ and I suspected it wouldnÕt be the
last. Eagerly I dug into the tender treats on offer, switching between
little Kim and then Jan and then Becky. When Becky wasnÕt getting
attention from me she put Cuddles to her tits, hoping her teddy bearÕs
mouth (which was only thread sewn onto cloth) might make her titties
grow. Ah, yes! It was quite a place, this new land we were in, and
although law enforcement might want to imprison me they were at a
distinct disadvantage. From what I could gather, theyÕd been dead for five
billion years.
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