Message-ID: <45449asstr$1069251005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: tonytig@hotmail.NOSPAM.com Reply-To: tonytig@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id hAJ2TnlB021366 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2003 21:29:48 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] St: Sex on a summer afternoon Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 09:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr [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. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Permission is granted to archive on the BSFSF site. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. E-mail: tonytig@hotmail.com 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 ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+