Archive-name: Miscell/flampass.txt
Archive-author: Standby
Archive-title: Flames of Passion, The


WARNING
This  article  contains  sexual  situations  between   consenting
adults.   If  this pisses you off, don't look.  It also mocks the
selected groups of idiots who don't bother to  fully  read  posts
and  send  boring  and insulting email (as befits their miniscule
minds).  If this bothers you, you should probably not read  this.
If  you  are  one  of  the  pea-brains  who  are  being mocked, I
fervently hope this bugs the shit out of you.

DISCLAIMER
This story is false.  If you feel insulted by it, I was  probably
aiming at you.



        I was sitting at my  terminal  with  Julie.   Julie's  my
cohort  in  crime,  often  putting in long hours with me on those
terminally late projects.  She's a  real  looker,  too,  IMHO  --
slim,  long  brown hair, dark eyes, very pretty,  and a body that
is to die for.

        We  were  working  late  one  night  on  a   paper   that
absitively,  posilutely  had to be done by the next day.  By 9PM,
everyone else had gone home.  By 10, we were feeling silly.   But
by 11, it was going well, so we felt little guilt in opening up a
window and scanning though the net, seeing what was new and news.
We  scanned  the  usual  comp.* groups and moved onto the alt.sex
hierarchy.  As usual when we were doing this, Julie was horny  as
hell,  and  would  do her best to distract me.  In this case, she
started out by nibbling on my ear and running her  hands  up  and
down the inside of my thigh.

        "Shit, willya look at that!"

        "What's the problem, Standby?"  Her hand  was  perilously
close to the rising bulge in my jeans.

        "Some twits are bitching about a message I put  onto  the
net!"

        "Oh?" she breathed  into  my  ear  as  her  hand  started
working the zipper.  "What did you post?"

        "I was just complaining about the  signal-to-noise  ratio
of  alt.sex.stories  and how most of the posted stories are about
mutilation and rape and kiddy-porn."

        Julie pulled my cock out of my  pants.   Her  hot  little
hand  started rubbing it gently as she unbottoned her blouse with
the other.  She batter her big brown eyes at me  and  said,  "But
don't those stories belong here?"

        "Of course they do," I replied, helping her  out  of  her
bra.  "I never said that they didn't.  But these pinheads assumed
that because I wanted to see more good old-fashioned fucking  and
sucking  here,  I didn't want them to be able to post their hack-
and-slash rapefests."

        Julie bent down and started licking my dick.  In  between
licks  she  asked,  in  her sexiest voice, "You mean <slurp> just
because you aren't <slurp> turn  on  by  autopsies  <slurp>  they
think you're being censorious?"

        "Worse than that," I replied  as  Julie  began  to  deep-
throat my dick.  "They assume I don't know how to skip an article
when I don't want to waste my time reading it.  And I  get  twits
telling me that I should take my self-rightousness elsewhere!"

        Julies hand crept down to  her  pussy.   She  started  to
gently  massage  herself  as  my cock disappeared into her mouth.
She grunted something at me.

        "No," I replied, "It's not really that bad.  Then  again,
there was some brain-dead fool who complains because I posted via
an anonymous server!"

        Julie stopped sucking my cock looked  at  me.   "But,  we
don't  have  any  other way to post net.news here.  Besides, we'd
take too much shit for posting to this if the suits got  pissed."
She  gave  a  quick  suck  and went on.  "Are you telling me that
they're all twits?"  She went back to her mouth action.

        "Oh, no, hardly.  This is a raging discussion that  crops
up  from  time  to time.  I even got one intelligent comment from
someone,  suggesting  that  comments   should   perhaps   go   to
alt.sex.stories.d."

        Julie started to run her tongue directly over the head of
my  dick.   I  started pumping my cock forward, fucking her mouth
faster and faster, until a spurt of cum shout out.  Julie  lapped
it  down  eagerly.   As she was licking my dripping cock clean, I
said, "The biggest idiots were probably the ones  telling  me  to
grow up because that stuff belong on a.s.s, as if I couldn't tell
that."

        "Oh, for shit's sake, that's silly."  Julie got up on the
desk  in  front of me and spread her legs.  She fingered her cunt
for a moment, and then pulled my  head  towards  her  snatch.   I
immediately  started  licking  her twat, letting her tangy juices
drip onto my tongue.  I started working  a  finger  up  into  her
pussy.  "Don't they ban children from a.s.s.?"

        I shook my head, to busy enjoying the taste of  her  cunt
to speak.

        "You'd think that people on the net would be  intelligent
enough  to  not bother with that crap," she went on, beginning to
pump her hips into my face.  I responded by fucking her  with  my
tongue.   "You  didn't  tell them not to post whatever they want,
you didn't even call them sick or disgusting, and you  get  email
and posts from them about this."

        Julie suddenly stopped and grapped my head.  With a moan,
she began to shake, until a massive orgasm shook her entire body.
She smiled and moved a strand of hair off  her  face.   "So  what
will you do?"

        "Oh, I'll probably ignore them  from  now  on...it's  not
like  they're  worth  my time to get pissed or anything.  They're
mostly at about the 6 year old level, I'm sure.  I mean, how  can
you take seriously someone who sends all-caps email saying 'UR AN
ASSHOLE AND U HAVE NO SEX LIFE!"

        "Not seriously at all, eh?"  She started stroking my cock
with a handful of vaseline.  It responded by standing up straight
and stiff in her hand.   She  handed  me  the  tube  and  turned,
bending  over  the  desk.   I  began rubbing ample amounts of the
white petroleum jelly in and around her puckered anus.  I  placed
the  head  of  my  stiff  cock  at  her asshole and slowly pushed
forward.

        "Right,  not  at  all.   Especially  the  ones  who  post
bandwidth wasting messages about how I'm wasting bandwidth with a
3-line comment."

        "So you're posting this particular comment as  a  story?"
Julie  sighed as my cock slid in and out of her tight asshole and
reached down to finger her pussy.

        "Exactly," I panted, beginning to thrust harder, "This is
a _story_, it has _sex_, and it says what I want it to say."

        "Unghhhh...but aren't you worried  about  more  insulting
email from this essentially juvenile approach?"

        "Do you really think  this  is  juvenile?"   I  was  fast
approaching  another orgasm, and I started pushing my cock deeply
into Julie's asshole and holding it there, wanting to  flood  her
bowels  with  my sperm.  "What does that say about the people who
will undoubtedly post public messages condemning me  and  sending
poorly written and insulting flames to my via the server?"

        "Shit!  Harder!"  Julie screamed and  came.   Her  entire
body  went  ballististic with orgasm, with major shaking going on
in her twat and asshole.  "I think it  says  that  they  probably
have  no sense of humor and very little self image if they can be
really pissed by a suggestion that there should be  more  sex  in
the group."

        The contractions in Julie's asshole  brought  on  my  own
orgasm.   I  thrust  deeply into her ass and began to shoot spurt
after spurt of hot cum into her.  "Not only that," I said, "But I
think   it   goes   to   the  core  of  whether  this  should  be
alt.SEX.stories or alt.sex.STORIES or alt.SEX.STORIES."  I pulled
my depleted prick from Julie's dilated asshole and kissed her.

        "I know which one YOU want," she grinned.  "And  besides,
flames  and insults, especially the poorly written ones, just get
routed to /dev/null and ignored."

        "Damn straight,"  I said.

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