Little Bo Peep

by Lubrican

Author's Comment : Another author asked me to write a story in which beastiality played a significant role. I explained that I didn't write that kind of story. She insisted that I try. So, as a kind of exercise, I did.

Bob

Little Bo Peep was pissed off. It seems she had lost her sheep, and didn't know where to find them.

She sighed heavily. She'd only taken a short nap, lying in the sun. They couldn't have gone that far, and she knew she'd locate the errant flock sometime in the next few hours. If she left them alone they'd probably just go home ... but she was horny NOW! And once they got back home she couldn't play with Horatio, as she had named the big alpha ram who was responsible for all those frolicking little lambs that were so much fun to cuddle. No indeed. She couldn't play with Horatio ... not the way she wanted to play right now. Her brother and father would undoubtedly catch her, and who knew what would happen then? They were overly serious about life, and about the living of life. She wished her mother hadn't run off with that Tinker. Life had been so much nicer when her mother was still around.

Oh well, her fingers might be able to take the edge off her urge. She lifted her skirts, exposing her fourteen year old cunny, with it's sparse covering of brown fluff, and settled back against a leaning tree.

Mmmmmm. That felt nice. Her little bud was slippery ... so slippery she couldn't get her fingers to catch it. It wobbled too and fro as she pinched, lifting her knees and letting them spread wide so she could get two dainty fingers in her pussy. They didn't go quite as far in her as Horatio's healthy prick did, but they'd have to do for now.

Bo Peep had found out how delightful Horatio could be quite by accident. One day, when she was twelve, a lamb had gotten frightened by something and had run head long into a bramble bush, getting itself hopelessly stuck. It's pitiful bleating cries had drawn Bo Peep, who took pity on it, getting to her hands and knees to reach into the bush and, bramble by bramble, begin extricating the poor thing.

As chance would have it, a gust of wind blew her dress up, exposing her cute little fanny and, as more chance would have it, Horatio, so named because he reminded her of the proud strong sailor of the same name ... so strong ... so handsome ... happened to be standing not far away, also drawn by the lamb's cries. Horatio sniffed at this new shiny thing, and then tasted. It tasted slightly salty, which was completely pleasing to Horatio, so he began to lap steadily at poor Bo Peep's exposed cunny lips.

Bo Peep, stunned in the extreme by what she was feeling, didn't react like you'd expect your average shepherdess to respond. That is she didn't jump up and scold the randy ram. Then again, if a tender young virgin can be expected to instantly love the feel of a long, rough, wet tongue digging into her untried sex ... well, then, I suppose she behaved completely as you'd expect her to.

In short, she spread her knees and lifted her little butt so that Horatio had more room in which to get his nose in there. It was a singularly odd experience for Little Bo Peep to feel, at once, the ram's cold nose, and warm probing tongue, all in an area she had never felt anything in before at all.

All might have gone harmlessly, had Horatio, whose job it was to be horny, not been horny. He was, however, and it took very little for his tiny sheep's brain to graduate from licking the fine tasting salty vagina in front of him, to mounting those pale cheeks and using his male appendage for what it was intended ... more or less.

Bo Peep, who had been surprised by the feel of Horatio's tongue, was purely astonished at a brief sensation of pain, followed by the most delicious feel of something stroking her deep inside her body. Most virgins are deflowered, I imagine, by a manly prick, which can be most uncomfortable to a tender young pussy. Horatio, however, had a sharply pointed prick, not much larger than a man's thumb, which is to say that it fit Bo Peep's virgin sheath perfectly. Not too big ... not too small ... just perfectly.

And Horatio, being an experienced and healthy ram, did exactly what rams do. He ... rammed. He rammed forcefully and rapidly. Had Bo Peep's vaginal opening been as far back as an ewe's was, he'd have lasted about as long as he did when he was fucking a sheep, which is to say not long at all. But Bo Peep's pussy mouth was farther forward. When she arched her lily white buttocks up in the air, Horatio had nice deep penetration, which was what he liked. But the new sensations in her pussy made Bo Peep squirm and wiggle, and she dropped to her knees again, at which point Horatio slipped out of her. His repeated thrusts simply caused the tip of his pointy prick to slide between Bo Peep's silky pussy lips and stab repeatedly into her adolescent clitty.

Bo Peep decided that felt wonderful too, so she alternated between raising her butt, so that the ram could rod her nice and deep, and then dropping it so that her clitty was punished most nicely.

For that reason, Horatio experienced something new too. He got to go MUCH longer than he usually would, humping and huffing and tossing his impressively horned head as he almost got to where he wanted to be, but then had to start all over again.

It was her orgasm that did Bo Peep in, so to speak. She'd never had one before, and when it hit she raised her buttocks and her whole body went rigid, staying that way long enough for Horatio to get firmly embedded in her pussy long enough that his balls bunched and that pointy red prick of his belched a cupful of ram spunk way up deep inside the girl. Of course everybody knows that rams don't cum in cupfuls, but Horatio had been denied his normal ejaculation and was one VERY excited ram at that point. Maybe it was only three quarters of a cup.

At any rate, it was enough to flush poor Bo Peep completely full of runny sheep spend that splashed out of her overstuffed pussy and made her inner thighs positively wet.

She finally relaxed, amazed at what had happened, panting for breath, while Horatio did what all males do once they've done their studly duty. He lost interest and wandered off to find something else to fuck.

Being a bright girl, Bo Peep learned many lessons that day. She remembered just how everything had happened and, before she took the flock home for the night, she managed to get Horatio to do an encore performance. She was wet to her stockings when she finally got home that night, but she was happier than she'd ever been as a shepherdess in her whole life.

Gone was the drudgery of watching over the flock. Now, whenever she was bored, she just listened for the tinkle of the bell around Horatio's neck and followed the sound. She learned that, if she reached under him to stroke him, he was almost always ready to play their new game, and she played it a lot.

In fact, she played it too much. The crop of lambs that year was too small, and her pappa began to worry that something was wrong with his prize ram.

As stated, Bo Peep was a bright girl. She had a pretty good idea why there were so many fewer lambs that year, what with all that valuable ram sperm being deposited deep inside her, instead of where pappa expected it to be placed.

But Bo Peep didn't want to stop sucking the juice out of Horatio. It was much too much fun to do what he did so well. The answer came to her when, one time as she was raising her butt to receive Horatio's spermy offering, she felt a large wet tongue slide from her jaw, up over her cheek, past her eye and up to her bonnet. As Horatio bleated and splashed inside her, she turned her head to see none other than Sinbad, the German Shepherd who guarded the flock from predators.

"Sinbad, you bad dog!" squealed Bo Peep. "You're supposed to be out there protecting the flock, not here bothering me. Go away! Bad Doggy!"

Sinbad, however, had other ideas. He was a big dog, standing higher than Bo Peep did on her hands and knees. He wagged his tail and licked her face again.

"Go on now," she scolded. Horatio had wandered off, and she let her butt sag so that his spend fell out on the ground, instead of running down her legs and ruining her stockings. Sinbad backed up, but then lifted his muzzle, sniffing the air. There was the most delicious smell coming from the part of Bo Peep that Sinbad had always loved to sniff. He usually got whacked with something whenever he cold-nosed a human, but the scent was so strong and so delicious, that he couldn't resist the urge.

The next thing Bo Peep felt was a tongue, much longer, much wider, and much more powerful lapping at her womanly gates as Sinbad slurped up all that sheep jizzum.

"Why didn't I think of this before?" an astonished Bo Peep asked herself. She looked around and could clearly see Sinbad's male member, protruding from it's furry sheath. It was MUCH bigger and MUCH longer than Horatio's and Bo Peep had several twinges of worry. She decided that, perhaps, things had gone far enough, and decided to get up.

Sinbad, as has been stated, however, had other ideas. He was so tall that all he had to do was walk forward and straddle the girl, and his doggy prick slid right between her legs. The tip burrowed into Bo Peep's pretty rosebud and she squealed, automatically raising her butt to get it away from there. That aligned it perfectly with her recently fucked pussy and, with all the sheep jizzum making it nice and slippery, Sinbad had no trouble whatsoever in hunching forward, at which point his MUCH bigger and MUCH longer doggy dick skewered the poor girl, actually making her crawl forward to keep her balance.

For whatever reason, Bo Peep thought this was unnatural. Who understands women. Horatio was fine, but a dog? She firmed her jaw and prepared to swat the errant hound.

About then Sinbad began fucking the living daylights out of one astonished girl. Never had she been probed like this! Never had she felt anything so deep inside her! Never had she been filled so completely!

When all was said and done, Bo Peep's attitude toward dogs had changed completely. She had always loved Sinbad. Now she was in love WITH Sinbad. Her only remorse was that Sinbad, not being a stud, and not having to produce prodigious amounts of semen on demand, gave her only a quarter cup of warm wet stuff for her pussy to bathe in.

And so, Little Bo Peep's world had grown a little larger, and over the next two years she had TWO playmates, with different styles, to scratch the itch that, oddly enough, they themselves were responsible for creating. When she wanted a nice clitty rub and lots and lots of spunk, she cozied up to Horatio. When she wanted a nice deep pussy pounding, titty shaking fuck, she whistled for Sinbad.

Life was good, except for now, when she had taken a nap and waked up horny and neither of her playmates were anywhere around. Bo Peep shuddered through a nice light orgasm and stood up, carefully dusting off her sky blue skirts. She followed the trail of sheep poop, figuring that would lead her to true satisfaction.

But, as things will happen, the flock DID go home, more or less because Sinbad was hungry and he knew his food bowl would be nice and full when he got there. If he got there a little early ... who cared?

Well, Pappa cared for one. Pappa saw the flock coming early and knew that his daughter had dilly dallied around again. This wasn't the first time Bo Peep had let the flock get away from her. She'd probably decided to take a quick dip in the creek, and the sheep had wandered off. That's what had happened last time. He'd been pretty upset about it at first. It didn't take much to get Pappa upset. First of all, any man with a name like Pappa Peep would be easily riled up. You just can't go through puberty with a name like Peep and not get wagon-fuls of shit about it from boys with normal last names. He'd wondered for years why in the world his Mamma would have named him Pappa, when he HAD a pappa. It wasn't until she was on her death bed that she admitted that when he was born, his little pecker had been stiff as a board, and the first thing his Mamma had thought about was that someday he'd be a Pappa because of that stiff little thing. So Pappa Peep he had been named, and Pappa Peep he had stayed ... surly about it for most of his life.

But, in the dark of night, on reflecting what his Daughter Bo had told him had caused her to lose track of the flock, he wasn't so angry any more. It seems, according to her tale, that it had been a hot and dusty day, and the call of the cool water in the creek had been irresistible. In actuality, Bo Peep's lower body was so sperm-drenched that particular day, she had decided to wash it off. It felt a little icky when it dried and flaked.

But she didn't tell Pappa that, of course. Instead, in her innocent way, she described how she divested herself of her clothing, and had waded stark naked in the stream, splashing cool water on her velvety white skin.

Well, she didn't say her skin was velvety white. She just said she waded in the stream naked. Pappa Peep's own imagination filled in the rest. He'd imagined how his lovely young daughter must have looked, her breasts bare to the world, cherry tipped. Those tips must surely have been stiff and long after being subjected to the cool water. Bo Peep's neck was long and thin, and with her hair piled up on her head she would have looked to be at least sixteen with her bulging breasts, and swelling hips. Pappa Peep was horny and had been horny for all the years since his tramp of a wife had decided that being thoroughly fucked every night was too much for one woman to take. The tinker she'd run off with was rumored to prefer a man's company to that of a woman. Mrs. Peep had asked him about that quite directly, even baring her breasts to him to see if he got stiff like Pappa invariably did whenever he saw her soft orbs. Alas, the tinker was discovered and she demanded to be taken with him under threat of broadcasting her knowledge. He hadn't minded really. She was a looker, and a looker brought in customers, so he hid her in his wagon when he left quite happily. Besides, he'd have someone to talk to now.

But Poppa, used to dipping his wick every single night, suffered greatly. It was another reason he was quick to anger.

After hearing about Bo Peep's afternoon skinny dipping, Poppa had pert near worn his manly penis out jerking it and slapping it and stroking it in an attempt to fully empty his balls while he thought about what she must have looked like out there in the water. For some reason, though, his balls always filled back up, just like they had when his wife was still at home. It seemed to be an unending problem.

Now, however, instead of thinking about his nubile young daughter dallying naked in the creek, his anger surfaced. He fumed and fussed until he saw his delectable girl tripping across the meadow as if she had not a care in the world.

"BO PEEP!" he thundered.

Bo Peep knew she was in trouble. Maybe she could act younger than her fourteen years and get Pappa to calm down. She ran towards him, skipping occasionally. She didn't know it, but that made her bounteous breasts rise and fall in a most disturbing manner. Pappa's eyes glazed over slightly as he watched them move first in tandem and then, for some unknown reason, opposing each other.

"What Pappa? I love you so much Pappa," she said in her very best little girl voice.

Pappa's eyes cleared, and he frowned. "You let the flock get away from you today, didn't you?"

Bo Peep looked at the ground, her hands clasped behind her back and swiveled one toe in the dirt. She looked oh, so contrite.

"Yes Pappa," she said sadly. "The sun was so warm, and it felt so nice to sit against a tree, and I fell asleep."

Sinbad ran up to the pair and promptly dipped his head to shove his nose between her thighs. He got in one good lick on her pussy lips as she automatically spread her legs. Then she jumped up and back and pushed at the big dog's head.

"SINBAD!" she said sternly. "Bad dog!"

Pappa's eyes had glazed over again as he thought about where that dog's nose was, and what it was probably sniffing. Pappa loved the taste of pussy. Then his eyes cleared and he kicked the dog away from her. The dog sat, tail wagging, tongue lolling, waiting, as if it knew its time would come if it was just patient.

"Bo Peep," said her father sternly, "I'm very very disappointed with you. Something could have happened to the flock. Some of our sheep might have been hurt."

"But Pappa, Sinbad was there. He would never let anything happen to our sheep," she whined.

"I must punish you," he said heavily.

"What will you do?" asked Bo Peep meekly.

"I don't know," he said. "I could make you clean out the chicken coop."

She didn't like that idea. She knew what that did to the hands and you smelled like that for days.

"I could make you scrub the floors." he went on.

Bo Peep smiled. She had to scrub floors anyway. That wasn't much of a punishment. Unfortunately her father saw that sly little smile.

"I could SPANK you!" he growled.

"Oh Pappa, you haven't spanked me since I was just a little girl. I'm too big for a spanking now. I'll just start cleaning the floors." She said it as if she had made her decision, even though he was the one talking about punishment.

"I don't think so." he growled again. "Not this time. I've warned you and warned you to pay attention to our sheep and still you let them get lost. I believe I WILL spank your bottom! THAT will teach you a lesson!"

Bo Peep didn't think for one second that her father would actually spank her. That is perhaps why she was so very surprised when her father sat down on a chair and pulled her roughly over his lap. He placed her so that she had to hold her upper body up with her arms, or droop down. Her legs stuck out unsupported as well. It was very uncomfortable.

Then Pappa flipped her skirts up and bared her precious teenaged bottom. He sucked in a breath as her heart shaped buns appeared naked before his eyes. He had no idea his daughter went without panties. Her legs flailed, opening and closing and he had the most tantalizing glimpses of two plump pussy lips. They looked awfully wet, almost like his wife's pussy used to look after he'd worked it over good and proper.

"PAPPA ... YOU CAN'T!" squealed Bo Peep.

She wiggled on his lap and he felt blood rushing to his face as he also felt his cock getting hard.

"Oh yes I CAN!" he said, and his hand came down on that heart shaped white bottom at the same time he said "CAN".

"OWWWIE" cried the poor girl. Big tears collected in her azure eyes as she tried to hold her upper body up off the floor and turn and look at her father at the same time. It didn't work. All it did was grind her abdomen into a very uncomfortable lump.

"I WARNED you," said her father. *SMACK*

"OooooooooOwwwwwww! I'm sorry Pappa!" cried Bo Peep.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* went his big rough hand on her tender teen bottom.

"Waaahhhhhh!" cried the girl, tears falling from her face. "You're HURTING me Pappa!"

Pappa didn't really hear her. He was looking at what were not bright pink rosy cheeks ... heart shaped cheeks ... bright pink rose shaped cheeks. He felt a wave of remorse as he finally heard her sobs and stroked her blushing bottom. Her skin was so soft. When she realized he wasn't going to swat her any more, Bo Peep wiggled hard against that uncomfortable lump and rolled over, falling with a thump to the floor, her skirts around her waist, her legs wide open, and her pussy in plain, glorious view to her father.

His breath stuck in his chest. His eyes fixed on her rosy sex petals. Her hips lifted as she tried to rub her sore bottom, but all that did was make it look like she was offering that pretty pussy to him.

He licked his lips. That pretty pussy would no doubt taste fabulous.

But his urge to fall to his knees and feast on that pussy was to be foiled, because Bo Peep bounded to her feet, still sobbing and rushed to her father to straddle his lap and hug him tightly.

"I'm sorry Pappa." she cried. "I promise I won't ever do it again." She hugged him closer as his arms went around her to comfort her. He realized her naked pussy was sitting square on his stiff prick. He felt a little light headed and realized he was still holding his breath. "Honest Pappa," she sniffed in his neck, "I'll be good and I won't take a nap, or go swimming or ANYTHING ever again."

"Now now," he said soothingly into hair that smelled so good he wanted to breathe it in forever. "There are times to do those things, and they're fine to do then ... but you must always care for the sheep first when that's your job."

"I PROMISE" said the girl, suddenly feeling the most delicious pressure right on her teen clitty. She wiggled a little. That horrible lump that felt so uncomfortable when he was spanking her felt an awful lot better when it was pressing against her pussy.

"What are you doing baby?" asked her father, light headed as she rubbed against his engorged meat.

"Hugging you Pappa," she said meekly, rubbing harder. My goodness that felt good.

"You're rubbing against me, Bo," croaked her father.

"I am?" she asked dreamily, moving more quickly now.

"OH ... uh ... yes," panted her pappa.

"Should I stop Pappa?" she asked, her voice high.

"Yes ... I think ... so," he gasped weakly.

"Oh," she said disappointedly. "All right. I feel much better now."

She hopped off of his lap, smoothed down her skirts, and ran out of the house. She needed to find Sinbad.

Pappa Peep limped to his bedroom and closed the door. It only took him twenty seconds to blow his first wad.

Bo Peep couldn't find Sinbad. She found Horatio, but he was in the process of mounting an ewe, and Bo Peep knew from experience that he wouldn't be any good to her for a while. She needed something stuck way up in her NOW!

She suddenly had a bright idea. She headed for the vegetable garden, where there were some very interesting looking cucumbers she had seen the night before when she picked some for supper.

She heard a moan as she passed the tool shed. It sounded like Bubba, her brother, and it sounded like something was wrong with him.

Concerned, she pulled the door of the tool shed open and stopped, her eyes wide. Bubba was in there all right, but he wasn't in any danger. His own wide eyes blinked in the sudden light and his mouth opened in a gawk. But Bo Peep didn't look at his eyes or his mouth. She looked at his hand. To be more nearly correct, she looked at what was IN his hand. Bubba had the longest, hardest, most delicious looking penis in his hand that Bo Peep could ever want to see.

"BO!" complained Bubba. "Don't you know how to knock?"

"Nobody knocks on the door of a tool shed," she said in a completely normal voice. Her pussy spritzed as she looked at the three inches of prick that her brother's hand DIDN'T cover. His hand had to be five or six inches wide, and her math skills were just fine. Sinbad, big as he was, topped out at maybe four or five inches.

"Oh my," she said to no one in particular.

"Ummm" said Bubba. He wondered if he should put it away and zip up. She was probably going to scream any second now, and run to get Pappa. Bubba wasn't too sure Pappa would see the humor in what had just happened. "Don't go." he suggested, as if she would understand where he didn't want her to go.

"OK," she said, her voice strange.

"Uh ... I can explain. I guess I should zip up, huh?" asked Bubba.

"You don't have to," said Bo Peep.

"I don't?" that didn't make any sense to Bubba.

"It's beautiful," sighed Bo.

"It IS?!" wondered Bubba.

"It's the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen," said Bo Peep, her knees getting weak as he let go of it and looked down at his dong. The thing was ENORMOUS! It would reach clear to her heart if he stuck that thing in her.

"Wow," said Bubba. He was a guy. He was able to adapt. When his sister didn't scream and run off, and THEN said his cock was beautiful ... well he could adapt to that. "I always thought it was kind of ugly ... all bumpy and stuff, I mean," he said.

"Oh no!" said Bo Peep, stepping closer. "It looks so different from the other one's I've seen."

This was something that rang a gong in Bubba's brain. His baby sister wasn't supposed to have seen ANY other pricks. "What do you mean?" he asked. "What boy has shown you his prick? I'll break his arms!"

"No, silly." said Bo Peep, stepping even closer. She was close enough she could reach out and touch it now. "I mean different than Horatio's ... or Sinbad's."

It never occurred to Bubba that she might have done a whole lot more than LOOK at the animals, so Bubba took that as a sign that all was right with the world again. "Oh ... OK then. You really think mine looks OK?"

"Well, it certainly looks OK. Maybe if I touched it I could tell for sure," sighed Bo Peep.

"Wow!" said her brother. "You want to ... touch it?" Had Bubba been a little more intelligent, me might have reflected on the fact that the only organs she had to compare it to, at least according to her, were those of Sinbad and Horatio. And the logical conclusion there is that she would be comparing his ... feel ... to those of ... well you get the idea.

But Bo Peep got all the smarts in this family's offspring, so he didn't think of that. I mean why do you think he had a name like ... Bubba?

And, to tell the truth, when Bo Peep wrapped her dainty fingers around Bubba's stiff rod, pretty much all rational thought left his brain, so even if he'd have started to think about what she was comparing him to, he'd have forgotten all about that. He did, however, reflect on just how amazingly wonderful her hand felt on him, compared to his own.

"I'm gonna spurt!" he gasped.

"Already?" complained Bo Peep. "I just started!" She was not too impressed. Bubba had a faster trigger than even Sinbad.

Now we have to remember that, when each of Bo Peep's playmates squirted, she was in no position to see it. Feel it - yes. See it - no. So she had no idea of just how far a prick could shoot when it wasn't confined in a pussy. That explains how Little Bo Peep's dress got all covered with ropes of spermy white mess.

Now if you were Bo Peep, and you just got your heart-shaped buttocks paddled for making Pappa unhappy, would YOU just walk back in covered in spunk and hope for the best? I don't think so.

Neither would our heroine. No indeed. She shimmied out of that dress and promptly began washing it in the rain barrel. There was plenty of daylight left, and if things went well the sun would dry her dress before her Pappa saw it again.

Unfortunately, while Bubba's trigger had been pulled, and while a round had gone down the barrel, so to speak, Bubba was a healthy young man, sort of the equivalent of a six-shooter. In other words, his barrel was still nice and straight, and he had plenty of ammunition left.

And there was Little Bo Peep, all bent over the rain barrel, her still pink, still heart-shaped, and now naked bottom sitting there like a big bulls eye. And, the rain barrel only being about half full, she was bent WAY over, her feet spread for balance, and her pussy sure looked like the center of that bulls eye.

Bubba, having about the intelligence of, oh, say a ram, basically did what Horatio had done in a remarkably similar situation. He waded up behind his sister and tried her on for size.

To put it in terms that women would understand, he tried to put a size sixteen body in a size six dress.

It was about halfway in, and Bo Peep was about to let out a real pig calling squeal, when his sexual cylinder rotated and round number two rocketed out of his short gun.

To be fair to Bo, she wasn't having all that much fun up to that point. Bubba was a big boy. But, since she was comparing things, when he went off she compared that to her other two lovers too. Bubba fell somewhere between Horatio's prodigious production of semen, and Sinbad's quarter of a cup. It was thicker and slipperier than either animal's too, and all that slippery stuff made Bo Peep's pussy just as friction free as a slip-and-slide on a hot day.

Which is to say that she felt every blood vessel, ridge and bump of her brother's prod as it continued into her, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as it had at first.

In fact, when he hit bottom, which no other male had ever done, Bo Peep had about decided that there were some very nice attributes to the baseball bat that had been shoved up inside of her.

Still, it was a little uncomfortable, what with the edge of the rain barrel digging into her soft flat belly.

"Bubba, you're hurting me," she complained.

Bubba's dim mind registered that he might just have done something he could get into all kinds of trouble for, and he wanted to make his little sister happy, so he stepped back and jerked his STILL hard prick out of her abused little pussy.

Have you ever seen Lawrence Welk do that thing with his finger, where he puts it in his mouth and then pulls it out real fast, to make the champagne bubble popping noise? Maybe you're too young to remember that. You can do it yourself. Just straighten your finger and put it in your mouth up to the second knuckle. Turn it so the pad of your finger is away from you, and pressing against one of your cheeks, making you look like a disfigured chipmunk. Now push your finger away from your body, stretching your cheek, and pull it out of your mouth real fast.

*POP*

Yup, that's the sound Bubba's prick made as he jerked it out of his sister and she felt like her insides were being suctioned out by one of those fancy Kirby vacuum cleaners.

Bo Peep stood up and turned around to face her brother. He stared at her perfect teen titties. He drooled a little too.

"I didn't mean you had to take it out." said Bo Peep. "The barrel was hurting my stomach."

"Oh" said Bubba. "Can I put it back in then?" Us guys get right to the point when we're serious about something.

"Why don't you sit over there," said Bo pointing to a big rock beside the tool shed, "and I'll sit on top of you." Bo wanted a little control if she was going to let him stretch her like that again.

He did, and she climbed on, slowly settling down on his manhood like a man trying to hang on to a greased pole. She had thought that, if she were on top, she'd be able to stop whenever she felt like it. The problem was that when that monster started into her dripping pussy again, she sort of went weak all over. The result was that she just sank down on him until his big fat balls stopped her.

Bo Peep was a nice girl, who didn't use bad language. She didn't even know any bad words. If she had know how, though, she would have said "Ohhhhh FUUUUCK!" She was, for all intents and purposes, paralyzed. If she'd have been pregnant, the head of his cock would have aborted her, since it was currently resting inside her womb, the big purple head filling that little bag like two pounds of jelly beans fills a one pound sack.

Unfortunately, for Bo Peep's reproductive health, that's when Bubba fired off round number three.

Bo Peep's eggs had been quarrelsome for several years now, sending back reports to wherever eggs send reports that while there was a veritable sea of semen for them to float on, or in, as it were, it was the wrong KIND of semen. Somebody wasn't doing their job around here, according to those reports. Like the Government throwing money at a problem, her ovaries decided to throw more eggs into the system, in hopes that one of them wouldn't be so damn picky about just what kind of semen was available.

So the two eggs that had held hands as they slid down the water-slide that was the fallopian tube, giggling all the way, were very surprised to find themselves under intense assault as soon as they cleared the slide. S-O-S was sent immediately, along with a pair of "Mayday! Mayday!", but the ovaries were out to lunch or whatever. By the time any body responded, the eggs just sighed and said "Never mind, we're fucked. You can send reinforcements in about nine months."

Meanwhile, while Bubba vibrated through the act of knocking his sister up, she vibrated while her clitty was thoroughly mashed against the base of his cock by her entire body weight.

She saw stars, or maybe fireworks, or maybe some art by Picasso or somebody, and slumped into her brother's arms. He gently caught her in his arms, not so much out of concern for her, but because that let him lift her a little, so he could drop her and lift her again. He'd only cum three times thus far, and he was good for five any day.

The silver lining of that particular cloud was that, by the time Bubba was empty at last, Bo Peep's dress was dry. She got it back on and hobbled up towards the house. Sinbad came bounding toward her and was distressed to hear hid mistress snarl at him to keep away or she'd beat him with a stick.

Still, later that night, when Bo Peep had taken a bath, and had a chance to relax and recuperate, she realized she had never felt quite so satisfied before. It wasn't like she was going to give up on Horatio and Sinbad. They were perfect for certain types of fun. But truth be told, Bubba would make a girl pretty happy once she got used to him.

The next morning, Bo Peep couldn't get out of bed. Her muscles were so sore that she just stayed there. Pappa came and asked her what was wrong. "It's just female problems," she said. Pappa, still feeling bad about what he'd felt for her while he spanked her, sought to make up, at least to himself, by doting over his only daughter while she recuperated from whatever mysterious feminine illness she was experiencing. Bo Peep was able to milk the situation for about two days before she got bored and decided to get all better.

She was, in fact, about to announce her full recovery when Pappa brought a pan of warm water and a sponge into her bedroom and set them on the night stand.

"Time for your sponge bath." he announced. He'd been in the hospital while he was in the Army, and they gave you a sponge bath every two days, whether you needed it or not. Pappa was big on tradition.

Bo Peep lay there, staring up at her Pappa.

"Well, get undressed," he said.

"But Pappa ... " she said.

"Come now, I've seen you in your altogether before. Why just the other day, when I had to punish you I saw you almost naked." he reminded her.

"Yes Pappa," she said meekly.

In truth, under the covers, Bo didn't have a stitch on. She'd been feeling completely normal for a whole day, and had gotten bored lying in bed with nothing to do. So, being an enterprising young lady, she'd thought up something to do. It involved three of her fingers and the delicious memory of her brother's big fat penis.

So, when Bo Peep threw back the covers, her nubile naked body glowed in the light and Pappa almost dropped the pan of water and the sponge.

"Should I lie down?" she asked.

"Um ... yes ... I think that would be best," he said, clearing his throat.

The warm water felt good, and the sponge was just rough enough to scrape her skin just right. Pappa washed all around her nipples, afraid to actually run the sponge over them, and Bo Peep began to fidget. Finally she grabbed his hand and made him drag the rough sponge over one nipple.

"You have to get everything Pappa." she sighed.

Pappa saw the color come into her chest. He saw her little nipples spike and strain. He remembered what that meant when his wife was still at home. The sponge began to stray lower. He didn't know just how to get her to spread her legs, but when the sponge got to her light colored pubic fuzz, her legs sprang open of their own volition.

Her pussy lips looked like they'd already been washed. They gaped open. They'd never actually closed all the way up after Bubba had stretched them so much.

"Mmmmmmm" moaned Bo Peep as she felt the sponge dip to just above her aching clitty.

"Like you said," said Pappa, staring at her pussy, "I have to get everything."

They both somehow groaned as the sponge raked over her puffy clitty and mashed her pussy lips.

"Ohhhh Pappa that feels so nice," she moaned.

"Does it my sweet?" he asked, light headed.

"Oh yes, so much nicer than when I do it myself," she said.

"You do this to yourself?" he gasped.

"Yes Pappa, only without the sponge."

Pappa lay the sponge beside her and stroked between her legs with his hand.

"Like this?" he croaked.

"Ummmm yes ... like that." she purred. "Your hand is so big Pappa. You're making me feel very good Pappa."

One of Pappa's fingers "accidentally" slipped into her hole. Her hips came up off the bed and her pussy gobbled his finger up to his second knuckle.

"But you don't do this ... do you my sweet?" he gasped.

"Sometimes," she admitted. "But your finger feels so very much nicer than mine."

"Ohhh baby, we're being very naughty," he groaned, his resolve not to go further slipping.

"Why Pappa?" she asked, genuinely surprised. "It feels so nice. What could possibly be naughty about feeling so nice?"

Pappa sunk his finger into her deeper. "Well, my darling, this place isn't made for fingers. That's why this is naughty. It's made for something else."

"Mmmm yes Pappa, and that feels even better than your finger."

Pappa Peep froze, his finger buried in his teenaged daughter's pussy.

"Have you let a man put anything in here?" he asked, his voice suddenly dangerous sounding.

"No Pappa," she said truthfully. Bubba wasn't quite a man yet. "Only Bubba."

"Bubba?" Her father shook his head. She'd let her brother ...? Her brother had ...? She and her brother had done ...?

"Did he force you baby?" asked her father, still feeling anger and jealousy.

"Not really. We had an accident, and then he put it in me, and then it felt really nice, and I liked it a lot, so I asked him to keep doing it. He was really nice to me Pappa. Please don't be mad at Bubba."

"You liked it?" he asked dazed.

"Very much Pappa. It's so much nicer than Horatio or Sinbad." she confessed.

Pappa's mind whirled. First she said her brother had lain with her. Now she suggested that she had done it with the dog and ram? This couldn't be! Surely she was playing with him!

He thought of a way to find out.

"Would you like Pappa to make you feel nice in that way?" he asked. He expected her to become very frightened that her game had gone too far ... to scream that he must leave her alone ... to deny all her lies.

"Ohhhh very much Pappa. I'm all itchy down there, and I haven't had anyone to play with for days and days."

Pappa dropped his pants in an instant. His boner stood out proudly. Bubba had obviously gotten his prick from his Pappa. Except that Bubba's was the junior size. Pappa's was the read deal. It was every bit of ten inches long, and, while it started out pointy and thin at the head, it swelled until it was as big around as a tin can where it merged with his fluffy dark hair. Now the girl would proclaim an end to her teasing game. This was the very tool that had driven her mother away.

"Ohhh Pappa!" she squealed, sitting up. "It's the most lovely thing I've ever seen!" Her hand darted out, and grasped as much of the thick thing as she could. Her hand expertly moved back and forth, and it became instantly apparent that this was NOT the first time she had done this sort of thing.

Pappa grappled with the idea that his pure, virginal, teenaged daughter, whose rosy heart shaped buttocks he had spanked not three days ago, was in fact an experienced and horny young woman, who ached to have the thing in her hand ... well somewhere else.

Pappa, never a very thoughtful lover, as exemplified by his wife's desertion of him, basically climbed on top of Bo Peep and commenced to try to wedge that magnificent tool all the way into her experienced and horny pussy.

Bo Peep, not having had the luxury of having been made love to by a gentle and caring man, didn't know what she was missing and commenced to have a great time being split even wider than Bubba had split her. Pappa was just as long as Bubba, but Pappa's narrow tip fit much more easily up inside her. It slithered into her womb, and then was stopped from going further by the thickness at the base of his rod.

And so, once again, Bo Peep was exposed to yet ANOTHER way of being fucked that was just as delightful. Pappa Peep's prick peeped into her womb over and over before giving the baby already growing there a sperm bath, which only seems fair, since he had given the baby's mother a sponge bath.

Well, as you've probably already figured out, they lived happily ever after. Little Bo Peep got bigger and bigger and bigger until no one in the whole valley would have called her "Little" Bo Peep any more. She had Bubba's twins, naming them Justa and Wanna, since those names went so well with her last name. They grew quickly on her bounteous breast milk, until she weaned them, at which point Pappa Peep promptly made her belly swell all over again.

All this was fine with Bo Peep, since she didn't have to watch over the flock any more. Instead she took a home course on fine French cooking and spent her days nursing babies, changing diapers, cooking, and taking care of Pappa's and Bubba's needs, which were prodigious. In fact, after doing all those things, she didn't have any time to do anything else.

Well, there you have it. I hope you found Bo Peep's adventures entertaining. I suppose I could have told it in a shorter fashion. It might have been rendered thusly:

Little Bo Peep went and lost her sheep,

Which changed her life ever after.

Her virginity got yanked,

Her butt got spanked,

And her belly got swelled by a master.

Naw ... that just doesn't do her story justice.

The End