The tall tale of the Beaver rape scene Volume II
I knew that SOME beavers didn't see raping little girls as a chore, in fact, I'd heard some of them say they liked the sound of children screaming in pain underneath them. To me, they were unfeeling clods. It might be necessary, but that doesn't mean we should like it. I finally decided that I'd have to do it tonight. If the little girl had been having periods already. . . I shuddered at the possibilities, if I didn't get the girl inseminated properly, and in time. I checked my schedule again. No, I couldn't do it earlier. I called Karen back, and told her to have the child ready at 8:00 that night. To act like it was just another "tie-down" practice for the little girl, and for heaven's sake, don't give her anything special tonight, as she might get suspicious, like my sister Kelly had. I shuddered at the reminder.
looked down, at where my big cock was entering the little-girl's body. Eleven and a half inches of cock were somehow going to go into that little forty-two inch body. By the time you subtracted a foot and a half for her legs. . . My cock was going to be halfway up in her chest, when I bottomed out. I felt proud, that I had such a big cock. The contrast was something.