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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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