Each time only served to heighten his excitement and so when, after a
particularly hard strike aimed directly on the swollen head of her
clitoris, little Beatrice lost control of herself and let her pee spurt
out of her, David was ready. On this occasion
though, the toy cleanly entered her little cunt, bringing a cry of
surprise as much as pain as her eight year old accepted two inches of
little wooden soldier. Yet there was an added level of excitement in
doing so, in pulling until the little pink star was drawn apart and the
smooth inner flange of her sphincter was exposed, quivering with
nervousness. Lifted from the wooden cock, Rosemary was laid back across the carved
back of the large rocking horse, her bruised and tender crotch lifted by
its hindquarters, her head raised up by its neck so she could look down
and see what the big man was doing to her. Beatrice began to weep more fiercely as she realised that, with her head
held back, she wouldn’t be able to
