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Sunday PM, December 10, 2000

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Filename: becky1.txt
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Story_codes: M/f pedo

Story_intro: Little Becky loved going with her grampa to the dump.  Her favorite part was the secret trip they always made after they finished throwing the trash into the landfill.  Grampa would drive his old pickup truck up the hill as they left the dump, heading way back into a primitive area on the outskirts of town near an old deserted ranch.  He always parked in the shade of a great big tree, and today was no different from the countless trips previous.


Becky, ch 1

Written by Boffo


Little Becky loved going with her grampa to the dump.  Her favorite part was the secret trip they always made after they finished throwing the trash into the landfill.  Grampa would drive his old pickup truck up the hill as they left the dump, heading way back into a primitive area on the outskirts of town near an old deserted ranch.  He always parked in the shade of a great big tree, and today was no different from the countless trips previous.

Grampa turned the old truck around, facing the way we had just came.  You could see for what seemed like miles down the hill and Becky figured that it was so grampa could see if anybody was coming.  Grampa didn't want anyone around while he was feeding Becky his shriveled old dick.

The old man silently undid the snaps on the third-grader's overalls.  The front panel fell forward revealing perky little pink nipples on an otherwise flat chest.  Wearing your overalls without an undershirt was acceptable for an 8-year old, the grateful gramps assumed.  Becky sat quietly while the old man groped at her juvenile titties, pinching the swollen nipples with his stubby old fingers.  She knew he would start getting impatient soon, so Becky pushed the old man gently back in his seat and undid the fly of his work pants.  His toothless grin was almost comical as Becky wrangled the shriveled cock out his jeans, pulling the soft pole of flesh through the front of the old man's yellowed shorts.  His dick had been a monster in it's day.

The obedient girl stroked grandpa's meat until it filled out as much as it could.  It never really got hard like the other erect penises she'd sucked, but grandpa's would drool nasty pre-cum and the eye would open and close like a hungry little mouth.  Becky, always neat and tidy with her dick sucking, mopped up the clear seminal fluid with her little tongue before it could drip down onto grandpa's lap.  Some of it already mixed with the mat of hair on the old man's nutsack.   Becky squished the heavy balls around in her grandpa's scrotum as she lapped at the drooling head of his dick.  She looked up at him with the knob of his cock pursed between her lips and noticed chewing tobacco spittle collecting at the corners of her grandpa's mouth.  He was breathing heavily and his eyes were rolled back in their sockets as Becky sucked.  Ever since she was a little girl Becky had been sucking her grandpa's meat stick.  She could still remember diaper changes where grandpa would straddle her chest with his knees, pushing his obscene fuck pole into her toddler mouth.  She would nurse happily like it was a bottle, goo-gooing and gurgling as grampa emptied his nuts into her mouth and down her throat.  He always used extra handi-wipes to clean her up real good after spewing ounces of sperm into her mouth and on her face and neck.

Becky could tell grandpa was ready to have his cum.  He was shaking a little and the thick tube of flesh in her mouth was starting to pump involuntarily.  The purple head strained until it was shiny, the little penis-mouth was gasping like a fish out of water and pumping little jets of pre-cum like a tiny geiser.  The girl opened her mouth as wide as it would go and aimed her grandpa's fuck pole into it, pumping the column of flesh with her fist for all she was worth.  Grandpa groaned and stiffened.  He grabbed a handful of Becky's hair and forced her down onto his spurting penis, mashing the bulb of flesh against the back of the little girl's throat and causing her to choke.  As thick streams of jizz coated Becky's tonsils and floated in pools in her mouth, the girl gagged to throw up.  Cum was up her nose, in her hair, and running in small streamers back down the shaft of grandpa's meat.

The old man pulled Becky off of his dick by the hair, cursing when he saw the mess that was left in his lap.  The little girl pulled a snotty handkerchief from grampa's pocket and cleaned up the spermy mess.  Clots of the stuff were still clinging to Becky's face, but getting grandpa cleaned up was the priority.  If her mom saw traces of cum on grandpa's pants she'd start asking those questions again and grandpa might have to go away.

Becky licked her lips and wiped her face clean with the yellow handkerchief.  Grandpa stuffed his flaccid dick back in his pants and zipped.  The old man smiled contentedly at the pre-teen girl.  He imagined her rosebud anus puckered tightly as his tongue invaded her private hole tonight.  Becky's mom and dad were going out and leaving the two of them to a Disney tape and pizza.  Becky grinned back at grandpa, casting a knowing glance.  They would resume their nastiness tonight watching child porn videos while grandpa assaulted her pre-teen rectum.  Having a 1/2 pound of dick up your butt wasn't too bad if it was greased, and grandpa always made sure that her hole was relaxed and stretched before pushing all the way in.














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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.