Message-ID: <13384eli$9807252007@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13384.txt> From: rob4play@aol.com (Rob4Play) Subject: Remember the Alamo - 4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998072518572000.OAA00351@ladder01.news.aol.com> Remember the Alamo! - Part 4 of 4 =================== The Standard Disclaimer ================== The following may or may not be a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and places may or may not be products of my imagination and any resemblance to anybody or anything, living or dead, could be purely coincidental. This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit content that may may find to be offensive. This would, perhaps, include my freshman English professor although I kinda suspect the internet would have be a real blast for her. If you are offended by such material, or if you are under 21years old, or whatever age your local law requires, you have the option to stop now and not continue reading. However, by continuing to read you are making the following statement: I am of legal age, I want to read a potentially obscene story, and it is legal for me to view potentially obscene terms in my community, state, nation or province. If you're not sure... STOP now ..... Delete this text ..... This isn't being forced on you. Otherwise ................ :-) ====================================================== At 5:37 PM, driving towards Corpus Christi, the car phone rang. I lifted the receiver hearing a woman ask, "Mr. Byrd?" "Yeah, this is Rob Byrd," I said. No reply? For a second I thought I'd lost the connection ....didn't seem to be anyone on the line. I strained to listen for a connection. Thru the handset, I heard the recently-heard high pitched whine of a vibrator. It stayed loud, boomed into my ear for a few seconds. The sound faded as its source went away from the other telephone. "Hey Play, guess what I'm doing?" Paula's usually bubbly voice replied. I KNEW what she must be doing. I clicked my micro-cassette recorder on, laying it on the passenger seat beside me. " I think you're fucking yourself with that vibrator again," I said in earnest, ............laughing out loud. "I am, O-Hot-One, O-Eater-of-My Succulent Beaver, ....I am! she said. I could hear her inhaling over the phone "Dress's is underneath my armpits, .....Oooo! Cleavage Below!.........You love my cleavage, don't you" she said. "Paula, I love ALL of you, particularly your cleavage, your tits, your lips, your ears, your juicy wet snatch. I love my cock, between your lips, in your cunt, in your........" "Chrome monster's between my legs." "Must feel guuuod," I said. "Does, does!." ......................, she said, her lust and desire betrayed by her voice's breathy quality. "Can you unzip your fly without killing yourself?". "Sec ....." I said, putting the hand set down. In about thirty seconds, driving carefully, changing lanes, my cock cleared my fly. It was hard, long ....warm ...........I felt my cock's outer skin sliding along my penis' blood filled innards. "I T I S A L I V E! Paula," I said, mimicking Bill Murray. Her voice came back, loud over the speaker phone. "Lookin' at my red COCK PRINT on the desk," she said. "Oooooo!, can feel myself 'bout to cum ........ ooooooooh, F U C K!!!! here iT CUMSSSSSSS!!!" Whipping my cock, I said "Jackin' off Paula, jackin off. Gonna catch you!!!!!!!" She came over the speaker, wild, untamed.... "Ohhhhhh G O D that feels good," she exclaimed. I visualized her jamming her hot cunt into the vibrator "Soooooooo fucking wet," she said, the vibrator whirring in the background. Without warning, I felt my ejaculation coming out of my balls. Instinctively, a clamped my hand over the head of my cock. Warm gushing cum filled my palm. I pulsed again, sliding my fingers down the sides of my cock, swabbing it with slippery cum, mixing it with Paula's dried cunt juice. "You gonna cum Play?" Paula's voice asked. "Done fucking deal," I blurted. "Done come cumming...." "Gotta pull over .... clean up the mess in my fist The car halted. Only the sound of her vibrator betrayed her presence. "Ok, ok," I said. "Got it stopped." "Did you cum a lot," she asked. I could almost see the smile on her face, the way she said it. Turning my hand upwards, my hand displayed a palm full of cum and semen; clear and shinny interspersed with translucent white globs of ejaculate. Stringy globs slid between my closed fingers. A large blob lay on my dark trousers. "Does a 'handful of cum' bring anything to mind sweetie?" I asked. The sound of her vibrator ceased. "Lick it off your hand, Play, come on now, slurp it up for me." I glanced down at my hand again, wondering ....... "I'd do it for you.............." she said. "Think of rubbing it all over my tits; maybe that'll inspire you. My cum soaked hand blurred as it rose in front of my eyes. I could smell me. "Consider me inspired," I said, laying my tongue on the base of my palm, sliding it broadly up, feeling, tasting.... 'What a fucking woman,' I thought to myself. The outside world roared by. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* NOW THIS IS THE END! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>