Chapter 2

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, let us 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.”