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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 Please visit "The World of Peter_Pan" website http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp/html ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 50