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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF]__St:_Une_Leçon_Parisienne__(Teen,_first,_sex)
Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2003 00:10:04 -0500
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[BSFSF]  St: Une Leçon Parisienne  (Teen, first, sex)

The following story is fiction.  It contain a scene of teen sex.  If
such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.  Of course, one should practice safe
sex more carefully than my fictional characters.  Thanks to Antoine
for some very helpful comments

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.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.  This may be included on the
BSFSF site.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com



Une Leçon Parisienne                    By   Y. Lee Coyote
   Brayden could not have felt better.  Just yesterday he had turned
fourteen.  Now he was on the way to visit _Oncle_ Antoine in Paris.
Ever since his big brother had hinted at what wonders awaited him
there his cock had been hard in anticipation.  Taking the train to
Dover, the steam packet to Calais and then on to Paris unaccompanied
to meet his uncle was rite of passage in itself to savor.  The dens of
iniquity that transform boys into men were not provided by proper
Edwardian society but were available in reputedly very immoral Paris.
   Hours before he had stuffed his handkerchief into his underpants to
prevent embarrassing stains.  He was glad; for wherever he looked --
at fields or sea -- he imagined beautiful bodies; naked and waiting to
be explored deeply.  Only after Church and the family dinner on Sunday
was he taken to the profane house.  He had his choice of several pul-
chritudinous entertainers.  He stayed up the entire night.  Exhausted
but transformed he traveled home on Mayday in time for school Tuesday.
   He would never forget how he repeatedly ejaculated deep in the hot
throat and luscious derriere of the swarthy Francois.

Fin

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  November 20, 2003
Y.

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