Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep, and this represented a problem for the
girl.  Where the sheep were ...  Horatio, the big ram was too ...  and she
needed Horatio's ...  attentions.

   Codes: mf Mf humor 1st teen cons non-con bro sis fath dau span mastrb
pett beast preg

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   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.  I'm using a different pen name for it, because it's just not the kind
of story I write.  Makes perfect sense ...  right?

   Bob 

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   Little Bo Peep By Just 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."

   Bo Peep grimaced.  The odor of chicken shit clung 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*

   "OooooooooOwwwwwwwI'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.




   
