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Introduction:

I do not write romance novels. I write dirty little fuck stories, like we used to pass around in our wallets. So, If you want to read a novel, please go elsewhere. Signed THE MANAGEMENT
I had been by the old house a hundred times, on my way back and forth to school. It belonged to old lady Harris, who lived there all alone. She was about 80 years old or close to that and always said hi to me, when I'd walk by and she was out in her yard. It was on one of these times that it happened.

I was on my way home from school and she stopped me, as I was walking by and asked me to go to the little market on the corner for her and get her some milk and eggs. I said, " Sure " and she gave me a $10.00 bill.

When I came out of the market, I stuffed her change into my pocket and hurried back to her house, hoping that she'd give me a dollar tip or maybe even more, for going to the store for her.

As I walked up to her front door and started to knock, she said, " Come on in, I'm here in the kitchen " and I went in. Set the bag down on the table and reached into my pocket, to get her change out but all that was there, were the coins, no bills. I knew that I had put it in that pocket but I checked my other pocket to and it wasn't there either. To this day, I don't know why the coins were there but the bills weren't.

When I tried to tell her, that I had lost it, she didn't believe me and the next thing I knew, she had me bent over her lap and was giving me a spanking, trying to make me tell her, what I did with it.

I couldn't believe what was happening, as she spanked me, harder and harder, yelling at me, " Tell me, tell me, or your really going to get it."

When I didn't tell her, she reached under me and undid my pants and worked them down, along with my underwear.

The shame I felt, as she had me laying across her lap, with my bare butt sticking up out of my pants, was unreal.

I could feel her hand rubbing lightly on my little butt cheeks and she was telling me, " Tell me or I'll really make them red." And when I couldn't answer her, she started slapping on my bare butt,again and again " Owww, Owww, Owww," with her open hand. Smacking my butt cheeks, making them sting and burn, as they got redder and redder.

I was screaming and wiggling all over her lap and begging her to, " Stop, stop, please stop." But she was holding me down with one hand and just kept slapping, " Owww, Owww, Nooo," on my bare little butt, with the other hand.

The pain was awful and the burning and stinging got worse and worse but still she kept slapping it, until finally I was crying and only then, did she stop.

By the time she was finished, she had slapped my rearend at least 25 or 30 times and my ass was burning and stinging, as she pulled me up off of her lap and said, " What's this ?" As she saw my little 12 year old boner sticking out. I was so ashamed and tried to hide it but she pulled my hand away and got the strangest look in her eyes as she took ahold of it and let out the strangest sound.

I didn't understand what was going on and the next thing I knew, she was pulling and pushing on it and making strange noises, as she did it. " Ohhhhhh,"... " Ohhhhh." Grunting and groaning, like she was feeling something inside of her and not just my boner.

She was whimpering and moaning and whispering, " Please don't get mad at me " and before I even understood, what she had just said, she was bending down and sucking " Agghhhhhh, what are you doing lady? "on the end of it, like it was a straw or something.

I didn't have the slightest idea whatsoever, what she was doing. I didn't know that she was giving me a Blowjob. Shit, I didn't even know, what a blowjob was yet. I had just turned 12.

I could hear the funny little noises that she was making as she sucked on it and I could feel her warm tongue, sliding " Agghhhhh " along it and circling the little head " Ohhhh " on the end of it.

I had the strangest feeling, as I stood there, watching her head, moving back and forth on it. I wanted to take ahold of her head but I was afraid too.

I had jacked off before and I knew what was going to happen, by the way it was starting to feel and I started screaming at her, " You better stop, you better stop."

" Ohhhhh shit lady, you better stop " but she wouldn't, if anything, she started sucking on it harder and the next thing I knew, I was making funny noises and I could feel my little boner starting to jerk, " Once " Agghhhhh, " Twice " Agghhhhh, Agghhhhh, " Three times" Agghhhh, into her warm sucking mouth. Listening to the funny noises she was making [ I didn't know that she was eating it ] as she kept sucking on the end of it, while I was cuming.

I had forgotten all about my burning ass cheeks, the whole time she was sucking on me but as soon as it slipped out of her mouth and the pleasure was gone, the burning and stinging, all started up again.

I felt so weird as she reached down and pulled my underwear up, kissing the end of my little limp dick, as she covered it back up with them. Then she said, " Pull your pants up baby" and I did.

" We'll forget about the money, Ok?" " But if I ever ask you to go to the little market for me again and you loose the change, all of this will happen again." " Do you understand?"

" All of it?"

" Uh huh, All of it."
10 comments

anonymous readerReport

2011-07-07 05:06:35
2009-06-13 00:14:08
I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER

Since some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....Milker

1labelhoReport

2010-09-22 11:53:44
That was a funny story..I like it and your extremely entertaining don't stop writing

Anonymous readerReport

2009-10-16 04:44:35
do u fuck little boys too is that it?
Milker u are one sick fuck.

Anonymous readerReport

2009-06-13 00:14:08
I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER

Since some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....Milker

Anonymous readerReport

2008-05-25 09:52:20
great story

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