From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: EGG NOG   
      
      
   Egg Nog by Uncle Sky (Fb)   
      
   Even after 55 years egg nog still made him hot. He had been 12 and was   
   collecting for the papers he delivered to make money. It was the day   
   after Thanksgiving. She answered the door wearing a filmy robe that was   
   parted and allowed him to see her tits. She owed for three weeks and he   
   told her he had to be paid or the rules said he must cancel delivery.   
   She had him sit on the couch and gave him a cup of egg nog while she   
   went to look for the money. When she returned she sat next to him and   
   placed her hand on his thigh. There was no money in the house. "Isn't   
   there some way I could convince you not to stop delivery?" Her hand had   
   moved to his now throbbing dick. "Like what?" She opened his pants and   
   took out his dick. Before he knew what was happening it was in her   
   mouth. In only three strokes of her hot mouth he came. He learned to   
   take longer on other collection nights. He never did stop delivery.   
      
      
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   EGG NOG - THE FULL STORY   
      
      
   WARNING! The following story is for adults. It contains explicit sex   
   scenes between a young boy and an adult female. If you are too young to   
   read this material legally where you live or if you find this kind of   
   material offensive, please leave now. All others proceed at your own risk.   
      
      
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   Egg Nog (Fb, 1st, ped) by Uncle Sky   
      
   Chapter 1   
      
   This story took place many years ago. It was back in the days when young   
   boys delivered newspapers either walking or on their bikes. It was a   
   time when those boys actually had to go to each customer's house or   
   apartment and collect payment weekly. I was such a boy.   
      
   I was twelve years old and had only been delivering papers for a little   
   over a month. I was an average twelve year old I guess. Not tall. Not   
   short. Not fat. Not thin. Certainly not an athlete. Just your average   
   kid like so many others that you'd have passed without noticing. I   
   wanted the job to earn money. It was hard work and took a lot of time.   
   But the money would be mine and I was going to be allowed to spend it   
   any way I wanted.   
      
   I had about 100 customers. It sounds like a lot for a kid but I lived in   
   a city where there were apartment houses mixed in with single and   
   multiple family houses. My route only covered one city block. But on   
   that block there was one huge building that had a couple of hundred   
   apartments in it. Most of my customers lived there.   
      
   I usually collected on Saturday. I had more time and there were more   
   people home. But there were some customers who were not home weekends.   
   It was their day off and they went out to have fun or to visit friends   
   and family. For them I found I had to collect on Friday evening. This   
   all started on the Friday after Thanksgiving. November 28th, 1947. A   
   date I'll never forget.   
      
   I went to the apartment building and started collecting from the ones   
   who seemed to never be there on the weekend. I also tried the ones who   
   were behind on their payments. Miss Griffin was one of those. I'd only   
   been delivering to her for one month and she was three weeks behind. My   
   district manager said that was the limit. Either she paid that week or   
   we stopped delivering the paper.   
      
   I'd never been in that situation before. How does a kid tell an adult to   
   pay up or else? And a pretty lady like Miss Griffin at that. Oh yeah,   
   she was pretty. She was in her early twenties and blonde with blue eyes.   
   Her hair was long and always looked nice. It kind of reminded me of   
   Veronica Lake. Her body was the stuff dreams are made of. Wet dreams.   
   She was what they call petite. That means not much taller than I was and   
   slim. Except for her tits. She had tits. To me they looked huge. Looking   
   back I would guess they were only about a C cup or a little more but wow   
   were they nice. And her ass was a sight to behold when she was walking   
   away from you.   
      
   Miss Griffin always seemed to be wearing something that showed off her   
   tits to their best advantage. There was a lot of cleavage and a lot of   
   the boys in the neighborhood thought she didn't wear a bra. In those   
   days that was scandalous. We all thought she was a sex goddess. When she   
   walked by, mouths watered and little dicks grew hard.   
      
   At age twelve I was still a virgin. The only sex I had experienced was   
   with my hand and even that was something new for me. I'd seen some sex   
   books I found when I was babysitting at my mother's friend's house one   
   night. So I knew what sex was and some of the things adults did but had   
   never seen a real live naked woman. But boy did I want to. And that   
   brings me to the Friday after Thanksgiving.   
      
   As I knocked on her door that Friday evening, I was nervous. No. I was   
   scared. What should I say? How would she act? I knocked lightly at   
   first. No answer. I could hear some music coming from behind the door so   
   I knocked harder. That did it. The door opened and I very nearly fainted.   
      
   There stood Miss Griffin wearing a very light and wispy sort of gown   
   with a robe of similar material over it. Even with both on there was   
   little left to the imagination. The robe was open and her tits were   
   spilling out over the top of the gown. The gown and robe came to just   
   below her knees. I could see a shadow in her crotch and a dark spot over   
   each of her tits. All her wonderful curves were there for me to see. I   
   was speechless for a minute.   
      
   She smiled and spoke. I didn't hear what she said. The blood was   
   pounding in my ears. She repeated herself and it finally came through   
   the fog.   
      
   "What is it you want?"   
      
   The little devil on my shoulder wanted to tell her exactly what I wanted   
   but I managed to keep that my little secret.   
      
   "I'm collecting for the paper ma'm. You owe for three weeks and my boss   
   said I have to be paid tonight or he'll cancel your service."   
      
   It had all kind of tumbled out in a rush as she smiled at me. I wasn't   
   even sure I'd said it out loud. She opened the door further and stepped   
   to the side.   
      
   "Oh I'm sorry. Please come in and I'll see if I have the money for you.   
   Here, sit on the couch and have some egg nog while I go look."   
      
   She handed me a cup of egg nog that had been sitting on the table and I   
   took it and sat down. I was still dazed by her beauty and sexiness. She   
   made no move to cover herself as she walked to the other room. The light   
   showed through her gown and robe and outlined her crotch. My dick   
   started to grow. I tried to take my mind off her body by drinking the   
   egg nog. It was delicious but it would take more than that to divert my   
   attention from her obvious charms.   
      
   I heard her rummaging around in the other room and after a few minutes   
   she returned and sat down next to me on the couch. I could feel the heat   
   from her body as she pressed her hip against mine.   
      
      
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