A SCOUT IN THE SNOW
A SCOUT IN THE SNOW Part Eight
© Van T Z Boi
2020
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From Part Seven
I looked at him, his pleading eyes and face,
his welling and twitching boybud swelling around my cock. I looked at the door,
I could hear the wheezes and scratchings as the icy snow hurled itself at the
door. The heat inside the kitchen was nothing compared to the heat of his
boypussy as I stared agonised as his agonised face.
“Please Skip, please,” Jimmy’s hand stroked my
twitching stomach. “Fuck me in the snow.”
Part Seven
I felt the shivers begin to run down my spine,
even in the heat of the kitchen I could feel the goosebumps spread slowly down
my spinal column. My head reeled with the recent and so memorable sensations of
fucking Jimmy in the snow, my balls heated up and tingled and even though part
of my mind was rightly informing me of the dangers of such icy contact my dick
was more than willing. I stroked his torso, relishing the satiny sensation of
his pinked skin, ‘A willing boy is always
better.’ I thought and knew I would
comply with any boys wishes so long as it gave me access to their pussies. I
also understood his need, many boys whose holes I had plundered had similar
fixations although those who thought they were in ‘love’ with me could be
problematical. Dealing with irate parents who were concerned at the amount of
time a particular boy was spending at my house was something I tended to avoid.
The heat from the open oven door was blazing but not as searingly heated as my
dick felt wrapped inside Jimmy’s boypussy.
“Okay,” I panted and sucking in a big long hot
blast of air carefully picked him up.
Jimmy’s weight on my dick was exhilarating,
his boypussy slid down a few more micro inches so that my dick was buried even
further inside him due to gravity’s force. I staggered momentarily as I lifted
him, Jimmy was quick to get his arms around my neck and I caught his scent.
Hot, fucking searing hot boy in desperate lust, the aroma thrilled and wound
itself inside my head, helping me to gather the strength needed. The snowfuck
had clearly set something off in him and I was delighting in taking full
advantage of what Jimmy was giving me. I stood a little unsteady for a moment
or two as my head recovered its balance, the slight swaying meant that Jimmy’s
pussy squirmed around my invading dick and the tingling pleasure was a rapture
of sensations.
Carefully I took a step forward away from the
table. I had certainly fucked boys on the move before and Jimmy when he was
younger and less weighty was very happy to be transported around with my dick
inside him.
“I’m like your baby monkey,” he would grin and
then attack one of my nipples which would make me twitch and my dick swell and
pulse heavily inside him. Always adventurous that was my Jimmy.
Balanced and enjoying the sensual stimulation
I plodded towards the door to the outside. Jimmy leaned upwards, his right hand
seeking and finding the catch, the extra pressure on my dick and balls caused another
hot surge to fly up inside me and I grunted as the tingling delight spread
through me. Between us we manoeuvred our
enjoined bodies through the door, ignoring in our state of heated excitement
the freezing wind that blew around us. Jimmy clutched me even closer, our
nipples were stiff and hard and I could feel his pointed teats just as much as
my own points felt his still warm skin. The icy wind, snowflakes and ice flakes
washed over us as I stepped down the small stairs to the frozen ground. I was
careful where I placed my feet as the steps were slippery and icy. At the
bottom I trudged through the icy ruts and snowy patches where the other scouts
had churned up the area. I paused where our original snowfuck had taken place;
the snow covered patch was heavily rutted where the snow had formed itself into
icy ridges due to the many disturbances.
“Can’t stop here,” I whispered, Jimmy was
clinging tightly to me, the blowing snowflakes were chilly on our skins. “We’d
cut ourselves.”
I plodded on seeking virgin snow, at the base
of one of the boundary trees I found an unspoiled spot. The advantage was that
the line of tree trunks that formed the boundary of our grounds meant that
there was better natural protection from the snow spattered winds. Groaning,
Jimmy at twelve was much more heavier than when he had been nine, I sort of
fell to my knees, the shock of the smooth but freezing snow rocked up through
my kneecaps and thighs, my feet also complained. Jimmy still clinging tight
grinned and tested the snow covered space behind his naked back with his hand,
smoothing through the small drift. I grunted as he slowly let go, relieved of
his heavy weight I followed down on top of him. My dick was still just inside
his boypussy at that moment and I felt it slide deeper in as I sought my
position.
Jimmy was flat on his back, his knees clamped
about my waist, his hands were caressing and squeezing his nipples which glowed
pink in the whiteness of the snow. I could see the gleam in his eyes, he was
there, still on the cusp of that special plateau that preteen boys can achieve
where they remain on the edge of multi orgasm attainment. Ignoring the shooting
aches and icy tingles from the effects of the crunching snow I grasped his thin
boydick, the slim tube of pinked crayon throbbed in my hands, the squidgy sac,
still unfilled with his balls was wrinkled and taut against the base of his
boycock shaft. I teased his foreskin down to reveal the deep pink tip, Jimmy
writhed delightfully as I did so and my own cock throbbed as it was caressed by
his smooth membrane. He seemed oblivious to the cold, his face as a picture of
contentment as I stroked his boydick, feeling the inner head as his boystick
became even stiffer with lust. I quickened my pace, caressing his boyprick with
stronger, tighter and faster strokes. Jimmy was panting and arching his back,
his fingers were busy with his nipples, caressing them with snow coated fingers
of icy snow and each and every quiver of his body was relayed to my meaty lance
as it received the smoothing benefit of his pleasure. Jimmy was trembling and
quivering with increasing intensity as I wanked him to his dry cum, following
his example, smoothing my fingers through the snowflakes before wanking his
boycock with icy fingers of my own. Jimmy’s grunt of glee and his flashing eyes
told me everything as to how I was reacting to his snowslut snowlust demands. We
had done this often, me pleasuring him and in reciprocation, my dick would be
stimulated by the effects of his orgasmic realisation, naturally we had not
done this in such extreme cold conditions.
I recalled once when I had attended his junior
school sports day. We had sat on the hill which overlooked the sportsfield, the
hillock was often used as a spectator point. We were surrounded by his
schoolmates, they were waiting for their turn at running the hundred-yard dash;
all the races were being run by age so we had a time to relax and watch the
others racing. Jimmy climbed onto my lap, his wriggling bum produced the result
he was expecting. He removed his long sports singlet and placed it across his
lap. It was the work of moments for him to wriggle his shorts down enough for
his boypussy to be accessed. The crowd of whooping and shouting boys around us
hid our machinations as my dick was slipped through my fly. Jimmy expertly by
then worked my dick inside his hot boypussy. I slipped my hand under the
covering vest and began to rub his already stiff and throbbing boydick. It was
awesome, the sun shining down, the view of the rest of the boys running or
lying about, being surrounded by cubs and other boys dressed in just their
running gear and my dick buried in the melting heat of a nine-year-old
boypussy. I recall it was a slow, slow sensational ride, neither of us could
buck and fuck hard. The most heavier sensations were caused by Jimmy managing
to jump up and down when a race was ending, the cheering and clapping and
shouting an accolade to my prowess in fucking a boy almost openly. I was able
to rub Jimmy’s pricklet easier when the shouting happened; so much energetic movement
around us allowed us more licence to fuck. I think it must have taken Jimmy a
good fifteen minutes to bring me off, me sitting there, my spitting dick
embedded in his boycunt having to make my panting and breathing unnoticeable as
I erupted and spunked up inside him. Even more special was standing at the end
of the race, watching him pound down the grass knowing my spunk was washing
about inside his boypussy, an emotional and overwhelming feeling as I felt that
part of me was racing too.
Jimmy quivered and shook, his dicklet in my frozen
fingers was pulsing and jerking of its own accord as his climax erupted and
rocked him. Jimmy twisted his iced nipples tight as I continued to stroke his
cocklet, his foreskin tight around his shaft, so expanded with lust blood was
his boycrayon and he purred, his teeth flashing brilliant white against the
soft white of the snow. I worked him quickly, knowing he could achieve dry cum
after dry cum; he was in such a state that he quivered and writhed through
three consecutive boyish joys in quick succession.
“Oh Skip, Skip,” Jimmy breathed, his eyes
flashing and raised his head, looking for a kiss.
I went down, moving both our connected bodies
so I could fuck him and kiss him, the shock as my palms touched the freezing
snow an extra encouragement that sounded inside me. My dick swelled and
throbbed, relishing the sensation as Jimmy rode through a small minor cum. Lying
heavily on him I forgot about the icy snow beneath him. I bucked and thrust,
heating him up even more with my probing meaty lance. Jimmy bucked and wriggled
beneath me. I could feel the snow melting as our fuckheat turned the snow beneath
us to an icy slush. Our breaths were clouds as we grunted and panted, his young
but now experienced body moving in conjunction with mine as we sought to pleasure
each other as we enjoyed our own delights. Fiercer and fiercer I plunged away,
Jimmy rocking from side to side and his pussy muscles milking me for all he was
worth. ‘This is one heavenly fuck,’ I
told myself, ‘Thank fuck for his snow
lust, this is awesome,’ I thrilled inside as his body quivered and
trembled, ‘another dry cum,’ I noted
as his boypussy began to compress and squeeze my dick. I felt his rock and
shake, ‘No can it be?’ I wondered as
Jimmy moved, his eyes open but the look of sheer exuberance shone from his eyes.
“Skip, Skip,” Jimmy panted as he arched his
back and my dick slid just that tiny bit deeper, “I’m cumming hard,” he grunted
and then his whole body quaked and juddered, his still cold nipples were hard
points against my body, his boycrayon was so steely hard and throbbing, the tip
was a heated arrow against my skin, he arched higher, my balls were twitching
as they scraped against the snow, the icy freezing sensation just sent a surge
of pure bliss rise and soar inside me as Jimmy convulsed and his quivering boypussy
clamped tight around my cock squeezing it hard, I felt like I was in a vice so
strong were the pulses.
“Anal, anal orgasm,” I panted but Jimmy was
rocking and insensible, the pure ecstasy had stolen his mind away, he jerked
and twitched, his whole body shaking, I could feel the vibrations course down
his legs to his feet, down his arms to his fingers as he went into that special
sensual override of an anal climax.
I was elated and high, making a boy cum is
awesome but giving him an anal orgasm is the ultimate primate achievement of a
boyfucker. I rolled and quaked in his cosmic trail as he rattled through the
absolute achievement. I ignore the cold and freezing effect of the snow, I had
fucked him to an anal and I wanted to relish every dick crushing second of his
humungous climax. Jimmy was rocking back
and forth, his eyes open but completely glazed over as his head spun through
the nova bright flaring stars and comets of sensational orgasmic attainment. I
could hear him mewl; he drooled from the right hand side of his mouth, the
saliva leaking down his cheek to fall onto the melting snow. Our heat was
making the ice cold snowflakes that landed on our bodies melt instantly and the
snow beneath was fast becoming a steaming puddle. I fucked into the maelstrom
of his heaving boypussy, the membrane was instantly compressing and squeezing
me tight as his orgasm raced away. He bucked and jerked as the flooding of his
entire mental capacity was overrun and he fainted at the last, the intense
pleasure just too much for his twelve-year-old brain to comprehend. I was
rutting hard, I needed to get off now, I ignored his semi-comatose state and
fucked his boypussy, my dick shoving swiftly and fiercely at the smouldering
tightness as his climax apexed and bit into my helmet. I shuddered as I delivered
my spunk deep inside his boypussy, the smelting furnace of his inner tube
cooling momentarily as my hot spunk coated the orgasmically vibrating lining.
“Skip, Oh Skip,” Jimmy was awake and alert and
he could feel me shuddering. “Skip I can feel your spunk rocketing inside me! Oh
So Awesome,” he gurgled as he quivered and trembled, whether from his internal needs
of my desperate fucking I don’t know but it was cool, I was fucking through an
anal cum and we both wallowed in the excess of pleasure and ecstasy. “Fuck me Skip,
fuck me hard in the snow,” Jimmy yelped as I made my final spurting thrusts, my
dick vibrating with its own rewards as Jimmy’s throbbing boycunt finally slowed
and became still and spunk soaked. I was lost for a heavy few seconds in that
awesome sensation after a hot fucking, made even more special as the frictions
of the illegality of what I was doing is always a ‘naughty’ added extra.
Jimmy was lying flat and wasted on the snow, I
gazed down at him, levering myself up, ignoring the sudden flurry of snowflakes
that icicled along my spine; Jimmy to my blurred mentality looked just so
fuckable, his skin pale and ivory against the snow, not a trace so far of the
maturity that awaited him and that naughtiness elated me that I had despite
making him feel sensation, I had sullied his young body but the primal instinct
to breed boys was roaring its delight in my mind.
Jimmy twitched and his eyes opened wide, he
smiled up at me, I felt the movement of his boypussy membrane squeeze my dick
which was just on the edge of desensitisation.
“That was the best ever Skip, you are so good to me,” his smile
broadened and I felt the rush of emotion overwhelm me just as I lost sensation
in my dick and my knees.
“Fuck its cold,” I blurted out and Jimmy
laughed, such an amazing feeling sensing the internal vibrations of his
laughter against my diminishing shaft.
Jimmy suddenly shivered and trembled, ‘Fuck hypothermia!’ the possibility stung me into action. I backed
out of his boypussy, hardly glancing at my spunk smeared shrinking cock or his
bloated boypussy, something that always stirs me.
“Up, up, you can’t lie here any longer,” I
insisted getting up on my feet and having to lean right down as my back
experienced a shivering spasm. I disguised my ache by putting out my hand as
though to help Jimmy up but he was rolling on his side in his attempt to rise.
Weakened by the mighty anal fucking and the sharp pain in my spine I was unable
to carry him back to the warmth of the kitchen, instead we half carried each
other, me helping Jimmy as since he was completely naked he wore nothing on his
feet.
I almost slipped on the kitchen steps; a
covering of snow had made the iced treads slippily dangerous and made a mental
note to chuck some salt on them once I got inside. Jimmy twitching not quite
shivering hurried to sit before the open oven door as I made good my decision
to salt the outside steps. I made us
some cocoa and we sat idly sipping, not talking just replete in the moment.
“Skip that was an awesome fuck,” there was
wonder in his tone.
I looked down at him, he was sitting before
the oven, bent slightly forward, his chin almost on the rim of his mug, he was
staring at the flames as they weaved and waved at the back of the oven.
“Happens like that sometimes,” I replied,
“those special anal cums are rare, it was not your first one and even so this
time you fainted for a few seconds. “
Jimmy laughed, “Did I?” he looked up at me,
“don’t remember that just the floating and flashing lights that were so much
stronger than usual.”
“Your balls may be getting ready to drop,” I
said the thought as I spoke it.
“Really,” he looked down and squeezed his sac,
“you know they do feel bigger today.”
“Not frozen up by the snow then,” Jimmy laughed.
“Nah Skip, the snow that was just so, soooooo
good for me, ACE!” Jimmy grinned and then the smile slightly faded as he added,
“will you still want to fuck me when I can spunk?” he sounded worried.
“Jimmy,” I edged closer, it was getting
uncomfortable, the heat from the oven was becoming too hot for contact. “Don’t
be silly, what makes you say that?”
“Well you don’t fuck the older scouts as much
as you fuck me,” he was serious.
“But I do fuck them don’t I,” that much was
true, if I had the use of spare dicks and balls I would fuck them all every
night and day but each man’s treasures all have their limits. “Besides once you
can spunk then for some lads they decide they prefer to fuck rather than be
fuck, it’s a right of passage, course you will then find girls become more
attractive.” I reached down and cupped his sac, it was hot to touch from the
heat of the oven but I knew his body well, “your goolies do feel bigger and not
duck swollen bigger either. Won’t be long now before they’re churning out your
own spunk.”
Jimmy leaned back and held my hand against his
groin, “I want my first spunk up to be with you,” he gave me that ‘I love you,’
look that I have seen in the eyes of some of the boys I’ve deflowered and then
led down the happy path of boyjoy to teencumming.
“I’d love that,” and I meant it, there’s
something so special about deflowering a virgin boy and then fucking him over
the years until he can produce his own cum.
“Skip if it happens can we make a promise that
you’ll fuck me in the snow. I want to feel that extra thrill. It means a lot to
me.”
I kissed him softly on the mouth, “Off course
and we’ll do it every year after that, the ‘First Snow’ will be our special
personal thing. As I spoke I wondered how many years he would hold me to that
promise. I had thoughts in an instant about some of the boys who I’d fucked to
manhood, some to fatherhood who would still contact me when they felt the need.
“That would be nice,” Jimmy leaned against me
and I closed the oven door it was just too hot with the door open.
We sat in silence finishing our drinks.
After those sweet special moments, I stretched
my hot and aching body, my scoutmaster head was getting back in control, I knew
it was time to sort out the hut for the night. Jimmy came with me as I went
into the hall, the soft sounds of moans and sighs indicated that some of the
occupants were taking advantage of being away from home. Bodies were coupled up
amidst makeshift mattresses, some scouts were sitting on the chairs, leaning
back having their dicks sucked, it made a pretty sight. Teenage boys have so
much excess cum to use up, makes sense to let them lose it with pleasure rather
than being, ‘wet dreamed’ away.
Baloo was on his blowup mattress, he was
fucking Alistair, the nine year old was one of those slightly pudgy boys but
his plump arse was a safe home for a dick. I waved as I passed and Baloo
nodded, he was in his element and I doubted if he would sleep much, too much free
and accommodating boypussy available.
Toddy came out of the store room, he was
carrying a blanket, “Hi Skip,” he grinned and then he looked at Jimmy, “Can’t
believe you in the snow,” he stepped close and reached out to squeeze Jimmy’s
taut nipple, he looked at me, “Is Jimmy free?” he asked.
“Ask him,” I chuckled and Jimmy walked away
with him, Toddy at fourteen was cute, the shock of blond hair that fell forward
over his brow was just like his four inches of plump wedge shaped teenprick
that lunged forward like his hair. He was a considerate fuck too, always made
sure whomever he was dicking had a good time. I watched them lie down together.
“Skip,” I turned back.
“Ian,” I smiled at the cute new cub, seven
years old and his boypussy was tight as a drum. I had been honoured to fuck him
the night of his investiture.
Ian had started with cubs when he was three
months short of his seventh birthday. Baloo had introduced me to him one
Saturday morning, he was attending one of the regular Cub weekend campouts. He
was one of those bouncy boys, into everything and Rick was very involved in his
other training.
“He’s a good cocksucker,” Rick told me with
pride,” aren’t you Ian,” he rubbed the boys fluffy light brown hair, mussing it
up, the boy had one of those lovely wide mouths, just ripe for taking a fat
mandick and I felt my own cock pulse. “You want to show Skip how good you suck
cock?” he patted Ian on the shoulder.
We went down the back area to where we had a
couple of permanent bivouacs, the sun was warm and it was turning into being a
very good day. Ian took of my shorts and I stepped out of my trainers, it was
all I was wearing, Ian of course was naked. I sat down on one of the makeshift
chairs with comfortable rattan seating and stretched out my legs. The six-year-old
Ian knelt between my legs and bean to stroke my dick. Baloo sat beside us
giving Ian encouragement. Ian opened that hot wide mouth of his, his long
tongue extended so he could lick the bubble of precum that was forming at my
cockslit. Love the feeling of a young almost virginal boy tongue. Seeing a newbie
show off his new skills was always gratifying and Ian with his wide
accommodating mouth was proving to be an excellent addition to our troop.
I relaxed watching as his young head bobbed up
and down with each downward bob he was getting more and more of my dick in his
mouth. I sighed and nodded at Baloo.
“He’s a hot suck,” I grinned and caressed the
silky brown locks.
Ian not taking his mouth of my dick looked up
at me sideways and I could see his eyes flash at the compliment. Baloo ran his
hands down Ian’s naked back and cupped the plump cheeks of Ian’s arse.
“Looking forward to fucking that tight hole,”
he sighed his eyes clearly focussing on the prospects.
“When’s his deflowering then?” naturally I was
interested.
“Ian’s enjoying his ‘extra’ training and doing
so well that I want to try and do it before his investiture,” Baloo caressed
Ian’s back and I could see the boy adjust his position as Baloo eased a finger
into his boypussy. “His birthday falls on a Wednesday which is the night his
pack meets, I’m hoping to be able to pick him up earlier, for ‘rehearsal’ of
his initiation,” Baloo chuckled. “It would be nice to have him topped and
tailed for his initiation,” Baloo’s eyes gleamed, I knew his ideal pack meeting
would be with all the cubs dripping cum from their boypussies and their stomach
churning with digesting spunk but he was just one cock amongst so many cubs. He
grinned at me,” You want in?” I nodded, the happy thought of dicking him just
after he had been deflowered was more than enticing, it was a requirement.
I stroked Ian’s head as he sucked me, his
small tongue was excellent at slicking along my glans ridge and I hoped he
would be just as good a fuck. The thought of being there when he took cock in
his boypussy for the first time was exhilarating and very stimulating and I was
quickly drowning his young mouth with my spunk. I picked him up and sat him on
my lap, toying with his cute and very stiff three inch dicklet. Ian moaned and
trembled beautifully and I leaned him back to suckle his pink teats, the dark
pink circles surrounding his erect nubs glowed against the ivory pink of his
skin. His plump cheeks offered a good support for a fucking dick.
“You looking forward to being a full Troop
member?” I nuzzled his chin as I stroked the slim tube of boyhood flesh.
“Uh-Huh,” he smiled at me, “My sixer says
you’re the best at fucking,” his eyes glittered.
“I’ll look forward to that then,” I kissed him
on the lips and then laid him down on the ground, I leaned over his young body
and sucked his boycrayon. Ian writhed and wriggled and moaned; his ting sac
wobbling as he bucked his boydick into my mouth. I was so tempted to try him
then as he quivered and shook through a hot dry cum. My dick was as hard as it
ever was and I picked up his legs, Ian caught on and held his legs open
exposing his virginal boypussy to me. I stared at the sweet pucker; the hot
pink of his rosette virginal wrinkled skin around his pussy lips was drawing me
forward.
“You can rub your dick over his boycunt,”
grinned Baloo, “he likes that.”
I leaned forward and did exactly that, Ian
twitched and bucked slightly as I wiped my drooling precum over his hot pucker,
Ian sighed and reached his hands around to pull open his boyhole. I was goggle
eyed at looking into the dark pink interior, ‘it looks so small for a mandick,’ I thought but knew just how
expansive a willing boypussy can be when it’s dicked properly. I edged forward,
Baloo was watching intently.
“Hot isn’t he,” he purred, “Rub over his hole,
his skin is hot satin.”
I leaned closer, my swollen glans dripped
precum right into the dark pink hole and I rubbed my soaking wet helmet at the gape.
Ian chose that exact moment to buck upwards and for a second my cockslit was
inside the open pucker. So delighted and excited I felt my dick spurt, a shot
of precum was sent shooting inside him. I had no idea if Baloo had precumed his
hole and I hoped I had been the first. I decided I had to be there for his
first fuck. I spoke with Rick ‘Baloo’ about his intentions.
I was cleaning up at the Hut on Monday early
evening, it was a spare night at the Hut and often used for training session
and other meeting but I knew that Sunday’s fun sometimes left the place untidy
and it was part of my routine to clean up on Monday, usually someone would
visit looking for a fuck which was always welcome diversion.
“Skip?” I turned at the sound, Dickie one of
the sixers was standing in the doorway, I felt my dick lurch, Dickie was about
to come up to Scouts, he was due to start his link badge and had been active
with Baloo and others since he started with the Cubs.
“Hi Dickie,” I smiled and beckoned him in, he
was hesitant a little unsure and I stopped wondering.
Dickie came up beside me, “Skip, I’ve brought
someone who wants to speak to you,” he bobbed his head as he spoke.
“Okay,” I smiled again, “Who is it and do you
know what the problem is?” I asked.
“It’s Ian he wants to speak to you about
joining Cubs,” Dickie was hesitant, “I’ve brought him down, we’re supposed to
be playing football, that’s what we said to his parents but he wants to talk to
you,” Dickie was nearly babbling.
“Okay where is he then?” I was bemused and
interested and concerned.
Dickie went to the door and called out softly,
Ian appeared he looked excited and he was to my eyes very hot looking wearing a
sporty like vest and small white shorts, ‘ready
to play football,’ I thought.
“I’ll leave him with you, I’ll pick him up
after the game,” Dickie hugged Ian and he left.
I sat down on one of the bench seats and held
out my hands, Ian beaming came right up and I sat him on my knee, I noticed he
smelled of lemon and lime, it looked like he had recently showered, ‘not like a Cub to want to clean up before
playing football,’ I said to myself.
Ian looked up at me directly, “Skip it’s about
my, my,” he stuttered, “my deflowerment. Did I say that right?” he added and I
nodded, he trembled slightly, his next words rocked me, “I don’t want Baloo to be
first I want you to do it,” he trembled again, “now,” he added, the pleading
look in his eye was hitting me hard. I stared at the beautiful still six-year-old
who was asking me to fuck him.
End of Part Eight
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