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All Over Red Rover
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
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Teenage girl and her Labrador Retreiver. (f-teen/beast,
ped, 1st)
***
Author Note: In the past, Peter_Pan has steadfastly
refused to encroach on the subject of bestiality. It is
a genre I personally find without any sexual merit,
implicitly droll as well as being completely demeaning
to the female fraternity.
Having said that however, a chance conversation with a
young lady this week... and I stress, she is a teenage
girl of impeccable pedigree and diligence, fully
catalysed my thoughts on this arguably sordid topic.
Her experience, recounted with neither regret nor
embarrassment fully shocked me, but at the same time
opened my eyes to the possibility that such an
eventuality, whilst hardly a domestic ritual may
perhaps occur with a greater frequency than we are led
to believe.
This is Sophie's story... at least, the beginning of
it.
***
Like millions of young girls worldwide, the last thing
Sophie felt like doing was getting out of bed – let
alone going to school. Bed was safety, comfort, warmth
– the surrogate womb if you will. It was a place to
dream of growing-up, of future romance and of late,
somewhere to caress her developing body with not a
little TLC. At fifteen now, masturbation had become as
frequent an event in her life as flossing those pretty
teeth.
If there is anything measurably sexier than a cute
young schoolgirl first thing in the morning winging her
way to the bathroom just moments after she's woken up,
I can't immediately nominate it. Tousled hair flopping
across her shoulders as she rubs the sleep from her
eyes. Youthful figure barely concealed by that semi-
transparent nightdress that seems to cling to
everything it shouldn't. And remember, I have three
daughters!
For at least two years, Homer, a huge Labrador of mixed
parentage but who Sophie loved with a passion, had
slept at the foot of her bed. With the onset of winter
a deal was struck between them and Homer was granted
leave to snuggle up on the bed with her. She never had
need of a hot water bottle let's say.
The morning in question, she had dragged herself out of
bed and was standing near the full-length mirror
wondering if Debbie, her older sister, was yet out of
the shower. Her eyes strayed to the reflected surface
and as she caught sight of her own image, she stared at
the lithe schoolgirl whose young breasts were clearly
visible through her nightwear. A hot flush coursed
through her as she lowered her eyes momentarily, almost
ashamed to have even noticed such an eventuality.
The girl in the mirror smiled back at her and with slow
deliberation gradually raised the hem of her
nightdress, revealing a pair of dainty floral panties.
Sophie watched fascinated as her virtual doppelganger
began to gently rub the front of those girlish briefs,
her camel-toe now clearly visible.
To what extent the reflected apparition may have
influenced Sophie's fingered progress that morning is a
moot point. Right that second Homer, perhaps drawn by
the girl's visual sexual activity, maybe latching-on to
the female scent...padded across to his mistress and
thrust one very moist, if not intrigued nose well up
between her legs.
Fully shocked out of her reverie, Sophie tried to push
him away but found him determined in the extreme to
further his quest for knowledge.
"No Homer," she cried out, as the dog's tongue flicked
her panties centrally. "Get back on the bed!"
Reluctantly the dog clambered back up on the coverlet.
Several times in the past Homer had nosed her somewhat
intimately she recalled, never though had he been as
determined to intrude upon her maidenly charms as just
moments before. She could not though discount the
effect his tongue had wrought simply with that one
exploratory lap.
Grabbing her school stuff she walked to the bathroom
and finding it empty, went in, showered and dressed.
Her hand wanted to perpetuate its earlier mirrored
activities – beneath the hot water especially, but she
was already running fifteen minutes late and could not
afford the luxury of any further digital stopovers.
Besides, sitting on the school bus with a wet pussy was
not conducive to the educational process – leastways
not as far as the school curriculum was concerned.
It was a normal school-day in the upshot. Two spot
tests no-one was expecting, a detention for painting
her nails in class and one of the all-time boring
lectures on the moral decay of modern society. The day
descended into farce late afternoon when, for the
fourth time that month, the class jerk Daniel Cramer,
asked if she would go out with him the coming Saturday.
Another hour of that lecture would be preferable she
decided.
Getting into her mom's car parked across the way on
Carmino Drive, all she was thinking about was whether
or not they were still going to Oscar Blue's for dinner
as had been mooted the previous evening.
As luck would have it – they did and thus following a
sumptuous repast and a sip of her father's wine when he
excused himself to go to the washroom, Sophie was
feeling rather more back on track. She had quite
forgotten the earlier Homer incident as she hastened to
her room to complete some minor homework tasks.
Homer evidently had not and as the girl seated herself
at her desk, he sidled across and began nuzzling her in
areas that might be described as 'indiscreet" let's
say.
"What's wrong with you Homer?" she cried out. "You're
behaving like Daniel Cramer," she giggled at the sudden
image her words threw up, pushing the dog away
meanwhile. He sat there looking up at his young
mistress soulfully.
She was finding it hard to concentrate on her
schoolwork suddenly, probably due to the multiple
indecent thoughts crowding-in upon her. She had to
admit to a certain curiosity. Whilst the tongued
eccentricities of her beloved pet were hardly the
virginal pursuits of a young lady, she could not deny
the momentary arousal his unwarranted attentions had
bequeathed her that morning.
Quite without thought for the consequences, she stood
up, then making sure her bedroom door was closed,
slipped out of her school-dress and clad in just her
matching white bra and panties, seated herself on the
edge of the bed. She felt deliciously sexy and
tentatively holding her small bra outwards, admired the
developing contents of both cups, the color rising in
her cheeks as she gazed at the noticeably extended
condition of either nipple.
Subconsciously her hands slipped down between her legs.
It was so warm and inviting there.
Homer obviously thought he was invited!
Padding over to Sophie, he nosed his way between the
girl's thighs. This time she did not push him away but
lay back on the coverlet, legs apart and with the
delineation of her vaginal mound clearly visible
through her panties. Daniel Cramer would assuredly not
have needed a "Beginners Sex for Dummies" manual, Homer
though was rather more cautious, ever mindful of his
earlier reprimands.
At the precise moment Homer's nose made direct contact
with the front of her discernably moist cotton briefs,
Sophie let out a muffled cry. Every instinct told her
this was way wrong by anyone's standards – but there
again, where was the ref?
As Homer's tongue lapped at those barely covered
virginal lips that first time, Sophie sighed, closed
her eyes and spread herself even more indecently. She
hadn't yet realized it, but such movement opened up a
gap between her upper thigh and that delectable little
pussy itself. Homer liked gaps.
The next tongued exploratory flicked its way inland,
guided one assumes, by the scent of female arousal.
Simply the sensation of a hot tongue parting her pubic
hair as it made its way to the de-fortified campus
yonder, had Sophie gasping and clutching at her lower
extremities with something approaching desperation.
Another lap and she was a convert.
"Oh God Homer" she murmured to no-one in particular.
"You are making me soo hot!" She raised her arms above
her head and allowed him then the total freedom to lick
her wherever he so desired.
As the pleasure factor increased, the young girl became
less inhibited and by the time Homer's tenth lick had
by accident, almost penetrated her labial fortress she
was cruising on hi-octane.
Reaching down with what one might describe as foolish
determination, she held her panties to one side. Homer
needed no further encouragement and able to directly
lap now the object of his affections as it were, his
tongue separated her entire vaginal slit in its quest
to extricate that which his taste-buds sought so
eagerly.
Sophie could no longer lay still and she found she had
no control over her hips either. The more Homer lapped
at the promised land, the more she found herself
thrusting upwards in pleasured response. Naturally her
clitoral nub bore the brunt of her pet's tongued
incursions and it came to pass – sooner rather than
later – that courtesy of a few million highly active
nerve-endings, she found herself on the edge of an
orgasmic cliff-top. It was fun falling off!
Homer cocked his ears as his mistress slid to the
floor, making little noises he had never heard in his
life. She definitely didn't seem angry!
Breathless but still in control of her faculties, her
mind was a maelstrom of emotions. Guilt, pleasure,
arousal, embarrassment all figured prominently. As she
sat there gazing at Homer not four feet away, she felt
an overpowering urge to perpetuate the moment. Reaching
behind her, she had the clasp of the bra unhooked in
seconds and disengaging herself from its confines she
sat upright fully topless, her proud breasts displayed
in their full tempting glory. Kneeling now, she ran her
hands across both nipples causing herself to shiver
with expectancy.
"Come here Homer," she whispered, arms at her side,
back arched provocatively.
Obediently the dog approached his mistress.
Whether or not her nakedness was an influencing factor
or simply that his canine senses latched on to the
milky smell of her breasts is a moot point. Certainly
they were the nearest point of contact so far as his
moist nose was concerned. He nuzzled her cleavage
before licking her right breast enthusiastically.
Sophie felt a hot flush snaking its way south. "Good
boy!" she murmured holding the dog's head to her chest
as she arched her back even more prominently. Homer
sensed her compliance and began lapping both breasts
with little finesse but considerable zeal. Rapidly
losing her grip on normality, the girl began to whimper
as Homer's tongue performed a therapeutic service she
had never thought possible. She could feel his saliva
running down her breasts and her inhibitions had
receded to the point her body was starting to take
control of the situation.
Hastily slipping her panties off, she extricated
herself from Homer's attentions just long enough to
regain the coverlet where she lay sprawled on her back,
her legs draped off the side of the bed and
sufficiently wide that Homer's procreative instincts
were guided by the visuals as much as the overpowering
scent.
Straddling the teenager, his crude humping actions
brought Sophie momentarily back to reality. Glancing
down past her breasts that Homer was still lapping at
eagerly she could see his glistening sheath working its
way between her legs as the dog, locked now into his
pre-programmed state was becoming agitated in its
attempts to penetrate his quarry. She sensed something
pressing hard against her pussy. It felt huge.
Panicking suddenly, she tried to push Homer off but he
was in no mood for rejection and pinned her to the
coverlet, growling now and by far the stronger of the
two. She thought of calling out, but how might she
explain the situation to anyone? Lying naked on her bed
about to be raped when she was supposed to be doing her
homework? Yeah right!
Like most young girls she had thought of how it might
be losing her virginity... but to a dog? At the same
time some part of her wanted this, no matter how it
hurt. Maybe if she didn't fight him the discomfort
would be lessened?
Deftly, she reached down and took a hold of Homer's
engorged sheath from which something was clearly
disengaging itself.
To be continued?
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