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All Over Red Rover - 2
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

In response to the many requests (mainly from young 
ladies, let me stress) to publish the conclusion to 
young Sophie's further interaction with her pet (Refer 
"All Over Red Rover" directory 50) what can I say? Read 
on! (f-teen/beast, 1st)

***

Even though Sophie had no clear operational strategy to 
fall back on - as it were, the mechanics of the looming 
beastly coupling could hardly be said to be littered 
with options. Besides, Homer's penile instincts were 
such that the teenager's hand served as little more 
than a token guide in the short term.
 
Sophie gasped as the head of her pet's glistening shaft 
docked successfully between her own very moist vaginal 
lips. Something less than comfortable however, her 
mouth opened in shocked disbelief as Homer began 
forcing his way inside her up-till-that-second virginal 
cavern. 

"Ohh God, Homer," she cried out, one hand holding the 
dog's collar, at the same time splaying her legs even 
further apart in an effort to lessen the pain. 
Unfortunately her canine partner was less inclined to 
the genteel approach and with a powerful thrust of its 
lower body, forced itself into his mistress's hot 
little pussy. Having no time even to reflect on the 
passing of her hymen, Sophie was suddenly plunged into 
a world of major agony, as what felt like a white hot 
cylinder of semi-molten lead, filled her lower 
extremities as the dog humped the young girl senseless 
right on the edge of her bed.

If she did cry with pain, she couldn't remember. 
Nothing was registering except that oversize drill-bit 
currently scouring the inside walls of her vaginal 
chamber. Homer's hot breath caressed her face as the 
dog upped his work-rate in a bid to attain his 
procreative goal. 

Gross agony that the experience was proving to be, 
Sophie's body was nevertheless acclimatizing by degrees 
to the overall discomfort level and she felt the urge 
to thrust her hips up to meet the inbound invader. Her 
small breasts, she could see, were trembling as a 
result of the assault between her legs and a few beads 
of moisture were now visible within the shallow 
confines of her still-developing cleavage. She passed 
one hand across both breasts only to be shocked by the 
erect condition of either nipple. Reaching up with both 
hands, she pulled Homer's head lower, kissing the dog's 
snout as she had done so many times in the past, before 
going to sleep.

"Fuck me Homer," she whispered. The words felt so 
deliciously naughty for some reason!

Less motivated by his mistress's words of sexual 
encouragement than his natural urge to complete the 
reproductive cycle, Homer's thrusts assumed a more 
determined nature. Sophie was now whimpering herself, 
eyes closed, her legs so far apart that even Daniel 
Cramer might have scored a guest spot as co-rapist, 
without fear of discovery.

She felt Homer stiffen inside her as what little space 
remained, was suddenly forced to accommodate an even 
greater penile girth. She gasped with renewed shock as 
he began to pump into her vagina, what felt like hot 
fudge. The dog continued to straddle his mistress, 
lapping at her small breasts as he emptied the last 
vestige of semen into her.

Having no wish to pursue realism to the point of 
distaste, we shall dwell not, on the poor girl's 
additional internal discomfort caused by the phenomenon 
of canine "knotting." Let us simply say that Sophie was 
for a brief hiatus, forced to consider whether or not 
she had in fact "bitten off more than she could chew."

His task complete ultimately, Homer's sheath retracted 
and he backed off from the prostrate girl, electing 
then to settle at the foot of the bed whilst licking 
himself clean.

For several moments she simply lay there breathing 
heavily. Her legs still spread, one hand idly fondling 
her breasts still, it was an aspect let's suppose, her 
father would have found "interesting" to say the least, 
had he walked in right that second. 

Slipping the other hand between her legs, Sophie could 
feel the stickiness on site. Not just around the 
entrance to her pussy but on the inside of both thighs, 
she could feel semen pulsing out of her. Her vaginal 
channel was aflame, her outer lips sore. Even her 
breasts were tingling. She couldn't remember having an 
orgasm though fully unable to rule out the possibility.

Either way, she was no longer a virgin.

Walking to the bathroom wasn't the simple task it had 
always been in the past. Her legs appeared to be fully 
un-coordinated now and neither appeared much interested 
in holding her up too steadily. Her pussy was sore as 
Hell, while muscles she didn't even know she had, were 
aching badly. She was a mess! Running into her sister 
mid-hallway was something she really could have done 
without.

"What is it Sophie, what's wrong with you?" Debbie 
asked, quite evidently distressed by her younger 
sister's pained expression and unsteady gait. "You look 
like you've just been gang-raped?"

Sophie winced at the comment. With her hair completely 
mussed-up and clutching the bathrobe to her, she 
realized how bad she must look. Unable to control her 
emotions, she just burst into tears, "Oh Deb," she 
cried. "I've been so stupid...so stupid." Debbie led 
her to her own bedroom and having seated her on the bed 
walked over and closed the door.

"Guess you'd better start at the beginning sis," she 
said.

Debbie listened as her younger sibling recounted the 
day's activities. At the point Sophie reached the part 
where Homer had assumed the more assertive role of 
Rhett Butler, her hand was already hovering near her 
mouth.

"You actually let him do it to you Sophie?" she asked 
breathlessly. "Wow, that's like – unreal."

Still a virgin herself, which at seventeen, set her 
apart from most of her eleventh grade school-friends, 
the image of her fifteen-year old sister, naked and 
lying submissively on her back in her own bedroom with 
Homer straddling her slim body, was one best described 
as majorly confronting.

"I just don't know what made me do it Deb," the girl 
sobbed, "I just wanted to feel what it was like I 
suppose."

Debbie was silent for a few seconds. The truth is that 
just imagining her young sister's plight but ten 
minutes earlier was making her now unaccountably hot. 
She remembered also how Homer had nosed his way up 
against her own bikini pants just a few nights earlier 
and how that had generated some embarrassingly hot 
flushes at the time.

"Look Sophie... it's done now," she tried to reassure 
her sister. "Don't worry about it for the rest of the 
vacation... hey, it's not like you can fall pregnant or 
anything."

Sophie smiled up at her hearing that. "I guess that's 
the truth" she muttered. "I just feel so... dirty 
somehow. Like, how many girls at our school let their 
dogs fuck them do you suppose?"

"Hmmm... Well probably Kirsty Saunders," Debbie 
giggled. "She's certainly worked her way through every 
boy at least from ninth grade upwards."

"You're disgusting," Sophie muttered in her sister's 
direction. "Anyway Deb, I'm gonna have a shower, see ya 
in the morning?"

"I love you Sophie," Debbie replied coming across to 
hug her, "It's cool... really!"

The shower worked its sorely-needed magic, washing away 
all evidence of her recent canine abuse. The hot water 
invigorated her body and prepped her for a good night's 
sleep. 

The villain of the piece was not invited to share the 
coverlet that night either, you can understand.

Despite Homer's quite obvious preference for a re-run 
of the evening's indulgence with his young mistress in 
the coming days, Sophie remained resolute. 

"Leave me alone," "Down Boy," and finally "Fuck off 
Homer," got the girl's point across admirably. Homer 
was dispirited if not downright puzzled.

Some four days later – Friday night to be precise, 
Sophie had agreed to go to her girlfriend's sixteenth 
birthday party. She had even persuaded her mother to 
shell out eighty-seven fifty for a new dress, sexy 
little number that it undoubtedly was, offering both 
low-cut visuals and provocative rear-end entrapment.

Wriggling into the body-hugging outfit in front of her 
mirror, she could not fail to notice that her crowning 
glory was in dire need of some controlling influence. 
Where was that hairbrush? Of course – Debbie had 
borrowed it that morning, getting ready for school. 
Winging her way to her sister's room just down the 
hall, she opened the door, getting as far as "Debbie 
where did you put...?" The sentence was never likely to 
be finished!

Still in her school uniform technically, Debbie's 
immediate aspect from her younger sister's perspective, 
was one of arousing disbelief. Lying back on the edge 
of her bed, crumpled dress up around her hips, panties 
tossed in solitude to the left of her work-desk, she 
had her legs spread such that Sophie might have seen 
her entire glistening slit, were not Homer thrusting 
his procreative way inside her right about then, one 
paw precariously balanced on the girl's right breast 
she noticed.

For several moments Debbie was fully unaware of her 
visitor and continued making sexual utterances in 
response to what was being done to her. Like her sister 
before her, she was discovering how the pain thresh-
hold might be raised marginally by spreading her legs 
wider.

It was not until Sophie's half-stifled "Debbie!!" that 
she became aware of imminent company. So far down the 
track was she however, even seeing her sister standing 
there, was not sufficient to cause her to extricate 
herself from Homer's penetrative delights. She looked 
up at her younger sibling with an expression of almost 
resigned acceptance. The sight of Sophie's young 
breasts almost spilling out of her dress, simply added 
to the heat of the moment. She wanted desperately to 
see Homer fuck her again with just that knee-length hem 
pulled up.

"Oh God," she muttered as Homer began humping her with 
renewed vigor. 

Sophie watched fascinated. Far from being affronted by 
the unfolding drama, she felt unaccountably aroused, 
going so far as to drop her hand to her waist and then 
lower still as Homer turned into the home straight. 
Scooping up her dress, she just had to rub her pussy, 
standing there quite uncaring that her sister was 
watching. She began masturbating herself through her 
panties.

Debbie smiled approvingly, studying every feature of 
her pretty little sister and fully entranced by her 
evident self-help program. Had not Homer been there, 
she might have masturbated with her, after all, it was 
something she had always wanted to do if she were 
honest with herself. There was no time for further 
ponderance on the subject however as Homer was now in 
his final phase. She felt something expanding within 
her, followed by what might have been a high-pressure 
hose on full release. She pushed Homer off her.

Allowing her hem to drop and thus restore some modesty 
to a highly immodest situation, Sophie sat down beside 
her sister. For a while neither uttered a word, simply 
holding hands and looking at each other. Eventually 
Debbie spoke.

"I just wanted to know too Sophie...had to experience 
it myself. Do you hate me for it?"

"Yeah right," she replied smiling, "Like I'd hate you 
Deb? All you did is what I did!" She was staring at her 
sister's hot little pussy exposed as it still was. 
Filmy strings of cum were pulsing out now. She watched 
as her sister's hand insinuated itself beneath the hem 
of her dress. It felt incredibly warm and exciting – 
she spread her legs fractionally. 

Inclining her head slightly, her lips met Debbie's. The 
kiss was protracted and passionate.

"Take your clothes off Sophie," she whispered, 
unzipping her own school-dress as she spoke...


© Peter_Pan 2008

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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