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Subject: {ASSM} "Roberta's Revenge", 1A (Corrected repost of part of story)
Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2001 17:10:02 -0500
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{As usual, work of fiction blah blah copyright blah blah no commercial use 
without author's permission blah blah sex blah blah over 18 only blah blah 
hope it makes you hot as hell blah blah all characters except the sheep and 
the python are over 18 years of age.}

This is part of a sequel to my earlier story, "Roberta Rossum", which can 
be found -- with my other "Hot Rags" stories -- at my asstr-provided 
website, http://asstr-mirror.org/~insolans_palace

After i posted "Roberta's Revenge", Part 1, i realised that i has failed to 
do a littl editing i had meant to, and that, xonswquently Roberta and 
Gort's little cybering session wasn't really easy to read, and a couple of 
allusions i had wanted to put in got left out.

So here is "Roberta's Revenge, Part 1A", a corrected version of the ned of 
the installment.

As i said, i hope to have part 2, in which Roberta Confesses All to Gort 
and a mysaterious hacker known only as BlueFairy offers to help(?) Roberta 
and Gort with their problems.

As always, feedback is welcome at inosolan@linuxfreemail.com

"Roberta's Revenge", 1A (Corrected repost of part of story)
A "Hot Rags" Story
by Inosolan
con,oral,ma,sf/rob


Internet User RobGrrl has an Instant Message for you.  Do you wish to 
accept? 
[Y/N]

Gort stared at the screen.  He didn't know anyone who went by RobGrrl 
online, 
did he?

What the hell -- either a mistaken identity or one of his friends using 
someone else's computer, probably.  Let's see who it was; all these hours 
staring at the screen, working on his thesis, were getting to him.

Klaatu>Y

There was a momentary pause, and then:

RobGrrl>Hello, lover.

"Lover"?  Huh?

Klaatu>Ummm, who is this?

RobGrrl><giggle> How soon they forget!

Klaatu>No i'm stumped

RobGrrl>Remember dancing at the Bronze to Cowboy Mouth?

Klaatu>Roberta!?!

RobGrrl>C'est moi.

Klaatu>I've ben watching out for you, but I never see you on campus. What 
happened to you?  I checked all of the school records but they didn't list 
you as a student

RobGrrl>Transferred to MSC

Klaatu>*MSC*???  What's a beautiful grrl like you doing at Moocow State?

RobGrrl>Just after we met Dr Capek decided to move to the faculty at MSU 
because 
they had facilities he needed, and since I was working directly with him, I 
transferred to MSC as well.

((MSC is Major State College, an A&M school in the same state as Enormous 
State university, which Gort attends.  ESU's mascot is a fire-ant, MSU's is 
a bull; given the strong rivalry between the two, cracks like "Moocow 
State" are inevitable...))

Klaatu>Figures.  Finally find the grrl of my heart and she transfers a 
hundred 
miles away!

RobGrrl><giggle>

Klaatu>So, what's up, gorgeous?

RobGrrl>Actually, i need you to help me with an errand or two, up there in 
Capitol City; things i couldn't do before we left.

Klaatu>Sure -- like what?

RobGrrl>mostly i just need you to pick up some stuff for me at "Hot 
Rags" -- 
it's a shop near campus.

Klaatu>Eeek.  "Hot Rags"? I went in there onec, my sophomore year, and i'm 
still blushing.  The merchandise wasn't so bad, but no-one has ever 
embarrassed me as fast or as much as that blonde behind the counter.

RobGrrl>That's Jo -- she's a bit of as tease.

Klaatu>"A bit" doesn't begin to cover it.

RobGrrl>Well, you need to get my stuff from Nikki, she owns the place and 
she 
doesn't enjoy embarrassing little boys quite as much as Jo...

Klaatu>By your command, O Sexy One.  Could i run up there and deliver them 
on 
the weekend... it is just a hundred miles.

RobGrrl>No, i'm afraid not; i'm busy this weekend with one of Dr Capek's 
projects.

Klaatu>Shux.

RobGrrl>Why not say what you're really thinking?

Klaatu>Okay -- Shit!  And screw Dr Capek.

RobGrrl><Giggle> Oh, you wouldn't wanna do that -- he's about seventy-two 
years 
old and Really Ugly.

RobGrrl>I, on the other hand, am twenty-three and -- so i am informed, 
lovely.

Klaatu>Yeahbut -- you're there and i'm here.  I wish you were here...

RobGrrl>So do i.  If i were there, i'd be sitting in your lap right now...

Klaatu>Tell me more

RobGrrl>You remember the leather mini and the red thong and the hose and 
garter 
belt and the red spikes i wore last time we met?

Klaatu>O yah.  You'd be wearing them?

RobGrrl>Well, i'd be wearing them except for the mini and the thong.

Klaatu><boggle>

RobGrrl><tee hee>

Klaatu>...and?

RobGrrl>...and you'd be wearing the boxers you had on last time we met...  
nothing else.

Klaatu>Oooooo -- this is trture!

RobGrrl>And i'd sort of wiggle in your lap, just to feel your hot cock 
between 
my ass and your body...

Klaatu>Stop -- i can't stand it!

RobGrrl><Evil Giggle> You're alone, aren't you?

Klaatu>Yah, so?

RobGrrl>And you can type one-handed, can't you?

Klaatu>you mean...

RobGrrl>i'm already typing one-handed, dear... you wouldn't want me to get 
ahead 
of you, would you?

Klaatu>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

((Gort was always fairly sure afterward that that night he set a new 
world's record for one-handed auto-debagging.  In just a couple of seconds 
he was nude from the waist down and had matters, so to speak, well in 
hand.))

Klaatu><ahem> You may continue, my dear.

RobGrrl>i'd stay in your lap, but i'd turn around to face you and put my 
legs 
around your waist...

RobGrrl>i'd put my hands on your shoulders and pull you toward me, and we'd 
kiss...

Klaatu>kiss deep, my hands on your hips, holding you in place...

RobGrrl>and then i'd lean back, and pull you toward me again, but pressing 
down 
a bit, to bring your lips to my nipples...

Klaatu>one hand clutching your ass, the other slipping up your side to hold 
and 
squeeze and tickle one tit, while i sucked and licked at the nipple of the 
other....

RobGrrl>my nipples would stand up and i'd feel so hot all over...

Klaatu>i could feel your warm juices on my leg.

RobGrrl>reaching one hand down between us, i take your hot cock that i 
remember 
so well and i begin to stroke it up and down...

Klaatu>slow!  dont waste it yet..

Klaatu>i kiss your nipples one more time, flicking both of them with my 
tongue, 
then i lie down on my back, hands up on your tits, urging you down on top 
of me...

RobGrrl>i let muself down.  i can feel your hot cock trapped between our 
bellies.  i kiss you again and again, then i begin to make a trail down 
your body with my hot wet tongue...

Klaatu><<what -- i'm just a spectator here?>>

RobGrrl><<mommy knows best, lie back and enjoy.>>

((Unnoticed by Gort, whose attention was definitely somewhere else, a 
peculiar pattern of colours began to flicker around the edges of his 
monitor screen, and his PC's speakers began emitting a low-pitched, 
soothing pulsating humming sound.)

Klaatu><<Okay>>

RobGrrl<<Giggle>>i tickle your pretty little man-nipples with my tongut-tip 
so 
that they stand up hard, and i move on...  i lick around and in your 
bellybutton.... and i move on.

Klaatu>OOoooo.

((By now Gort actually was typing one-handed, and the sounds and colours 
from his computer were more intense... but he still had more important 
things on his mind.))

RobGrrl>stroking stroking your beautiful long hard cock with my hand...

((What Roberta was describing, Gort was doing...))

RobGrrl>Now i kiss your hot balls, and then i begin to slowly work my way 
from 
the base to the head of your cock with my tonguetip...

((Groaning as he stroked his almost painful erection, Gort didn't notice 
that most of the monitor screen was now taken up with swirling lights or 
that the sound from the speaker was quite loud in the otherwise quiet 
room.))

RobGrrl>and now i take your cockhead into my hot wet mouth and begin to let 
the 
shaft slip in past my lips....

RobGrrl>stroking up and down, sucking and licking your beautiful hard cock 
as it 
slips in and oit of my mouth; sometimes all the way down so that the head 
slips into my throat, sometimes just the head as my tonguetip swirls around 
the rim and my hand strokes your glistening shaft...

Klaatu>kmj poimklp; sory...

((Gort was having a bit of difficulty seeing the keyboard, much less 
typing.  He was about to cum harder than he had ever cum from masturbation 
before, he could tell.  And the lights and the sounds were going apeshit, 
too.))

RobGrrl>and now i'm ready for you, baby.  Cum now, baby -- cum for mommy.  
Cum 
in my hot, cocksucking mouth and i'll suck every drop out of your balls...

Klaatu> ccuimminmg!

RobGrrl>it's so hot so good -- i swallow all i can, but a drop or two 
trickles 
out past my lips and drips on your belly...

((Gort was still spurting; Roberta's description of swallowing his load 
just made it more intense. And suddenly the lights on the screen and the 
sounds from the speaker reached a climKlaatu as well, and as Gort almost 
blacked out with the force of his orgasm, he saw a sudden flash and heard a 
sudden loud noise and then he went...

                   * *  *   *    *     *     *    *   *  * *
...elsewhere.

He opened his eyes.  Satin sheets.  He was lying on satin sheets.  And he 
was completely naked.

He didn't have satin sheets.  And he had had his ESU sweatshirt on just a 
moment before.

There was soft music.

There were exotic perfumes.

There was -- by god -- a huge mirror on the ceiling above the -- water? -- 
bed he lay on.

And he was lieing with his head pillowed on the silk-covered thigh of 
Roberta Rossum, who was undressed exactly as she had described on-line -- 
sheer black thigh-high hose held up by red lace garter belt, blood-red 
spike heels and nothing else.

As he lay there, trying to orient himself to this sudden shock, she reached 
down and stroked his sticky cock and licked a bit of something shiny from 
her lips.

"It's so good to see you, dear," Roberta purred.  "And we have all night to 
get acquainted again.

"And the night here lasts as long as I want it to..."

                                  The End
                                    of
                                  Part One 
                                    of 
                              Roberta's Revenge

I hope to have Part Two done by next week; this one may run to three or 
more parts, 'cos i have a bunch of things planned.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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