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Subject: {ASSM} Now you're a man! (MF-oral)
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Date: Tue, 08 Apr 2014 12:10:02 -0400
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Posted below and on my site at 
http://bawdybloke.com/flash-fiction-now-youre-man/ Feedback welcome.

They were seen as a strange family in the village. That's not to say the 
locals didn't like them, quite the reverse, but there was a strong 
undercurrent of suspicion between us and them.

I remember vividly them moving to Hope Farm; I was sixteen, and they 
arrived from across the border. I was told not to visit because of the 
rumours and was ordered to stay away once the whisperings were confirmed.

I liked Anna in my class; she was a sassy, bright, affable girl with a 
wonderful heart, a desire to help and a charming smile. My parents told 
me to avoid her; I disobeyed. They never told me why.

We dated, I adored her, we kissed under the stars, I was barred from 
seeing her, we dated again, I was grounded, we split up on my eighteenth 
birthday, I went to University heartbroken. She was gorgeous and 
streetwise, and I thought I'd never see her again.

But my folks died a few years later, and I returned to my hometown 
village. I saw her in the shop buying a newspaper and she invited me to 
the farm, for lunch.

Which is how I found out why the town avoided them; she beckoned me into 
a barn as I arrived. Naked.

I was shocked, looking at her bare body. She was sexy, so very sexy.

Her brown curly hair rested on top of her shoulders as her sparkling 
eyes twinkled at me; but her smile, the curl of her lips and her 
seductive look, ensnared my attention. "I'm a naturist," she replied, 
unnecessarily explaining her nudity. I gulped, ogling her beautifully 
toned body. So beautiful.

Her tensed outstretched arm beckoned me to our picnic. I remembered her 
bright smile and coy demeanour, as my retina absorbed every nook of her 
succulent body. I remembered her as always being confident, but she was 
nonchalant, acting as if her nudity was completely normal. But I wanted 
her; I wanted to devour every part of her, caressing, kissing and loving 
the unclothed young lady.

Her naked breasts rose as she breathed. She led me to the straw bales, 
upon which a tray of food was laid. "This is what I wanted to do that 
day." She licked her lips as I sat down, feeling overdressed in the 
presence of her beauty, but she passed me a bottle of her family's fresh 
cider, and knelt down in front of me. "I wanted to do this on your 
eighteenth birthday," she said with a wink. "Imagine you're eighteen again."

She began to lower the zipper on my shorts, licking her lips as 
butterflies fluttered around my belly button. "Enjoy your cider," she 
whispered, reaching inside my boxer shorts to grab my erect dick. She 
was gentle, her touch delicate and sensual, as I took my first swig of 
the alcoholic drink.

Her hand closed around my shaft as she jerked it gently: she rubbed the 
tip of my cock, smothering it in pre-cum and sending agonising tension 
across my genitals. Instinctively, I laid back on the straw, slouching 
on the soft blanket and pushing my cock forward to open my body into her 
grasp.

She took my cock into her mouth, pushing against my erection with her 
warmth, and forcing her tongue against the underside of my dick. I mewed 
into my drink, gripping the cold glass as she sucked.

The warmth in her glazed eyes, the indent of her cheeks, the curl of her 
hair and her mouthful of cock: she looked sexy, she looked divine and 
she was drawing an intense lust into my loins.

She bobbed up and down my shaft, her nose touching the fabric of my 
boxers as her mouth reached the root of my cock, coating it in saliva. 
She grunted as her lips wrapped against my head, her hands cupping my 
balls with a delicate contact.

My toes curled in my boots, as waves of desperation flooded through me. 
My cock twitched and I fought my desire to come, desperate to hang on to 
my climax as I stared deeply into Anna's eyes. She implored me. Her gaze 
sang a sweet melody as I grunted and my spasming cock shot my cum into 
her throat: she smiled, and swallowed.

"Now you're a man," she whispered with a gleeful expression and nodded 
towards the cider in my hand as she unwrapped the food. I couldn't help 
but giggle!

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