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[BSFSF] St: Sex on a summer afternoon

This story is part of the First Annual Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke
Festival (BSFSF-2003) which requires a story not to exceed 18
lines of 70 characters including the title and blank lines.

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Sex on a Summer Afternoon    By Tony Hoskins

  The boy offered it shyly to her, holding it by its bottom two
inches.  She did the same, admiring the slightly purplish hue of
what she had wanted so desperately to feel in her mouth.  Now it
was here, she was determined to enjoy every sensation she had
dreamed of.  She pulled its softening cover down and the head
emerged.  It had a slight sheen and the tip of her pink tongue
reached out relishing the few drops forming at its tip.  She
pulled the cover further back and took the top inch between her
hot lips, swirling her tongue gently around the dripping head,
now so wet she regretfully had to swallow.
  The mesmerised boy watched her as she inserted the shaft deeper
in her soft mouth and withdrew it with a soft sucking sound.  He
had long felt his precum exuding and as the pretty mouth began to
leak fluid down her chin his spunk jetted uncontrollably.  Never
had he thrilled to an orgasm so intense and filled with his love
for her.  She told her mother the truth when asked of their
meeting, and replied "It was real cool mum...Pete bought me a
giant blueberry popsicle".

The End

(C) Copyright November 15, 2003

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