" I'm not Michael," he said, "I'm George the Gardner, and I'm raping you little girl. When I saw you walking down the street in you catholic uniform; ... knew that I had to have you."She shifted her hips up allowing his penis to go deep, and said in a squeaky voice,"Ohh Please mister George, don't rape my little pussy with your big pee-pee and squirt all of your creamy stuff into me. My mommy isn't home and if you keep doing it to me I just don't know what I'll do. But Mr. George ... you can do. Zareb, twelve and some months old, was strong. His shoulders were nearly as broad as he was tall. His father was a bull of a man, the strongest in their village. Zareb would grow to share his father's strength if he could survive the days and weeks to come. He was intelligent but reserved. He said little. He preferred to build and fix things.Maalik was barely twelve. He was average in body; slender, with thin arms and legs. He was a brilliant student, curious, inquiring, hungry to know all that. Now lick my shaft..." he sighs under his breath, his tone of voice now softer as he indulges himself. He sighs appreciatively againas she wraps her tongue all around his tool.She soon finds a comfortable rhythm, hoping ferverently that she is pleasing her tutor. Her confidence steadily grows with each sigh he emits."Oh yes, that's very good, do carry on..." She feels him pat her on her head softly then a few moments later he delivers his next instruction."Now, I want you to open your lips wide.. At first he moved only a bit but then relishing the easy moist hole he began to fuck properly and was soon slamming in and out of my face ploughing for all he was worth and shaking the walls of the booth. He was grunting, I was moaning, taking s a sniff of poppers when I could and getting completely off my face allowing me to be the slut that lives within all of us.he only fucked for a few minutes and then he announced my coming treat by sort of a strangle squeal as he rammed forward and.