Little Bo Peep is a nice little horn blower

Imogene Bo Peep was a very strange name for a beautiful little girl of 17 summers.

Her Mother had insisted on the name Imogene, because her Auntie Imogene had just oodles and oodles of money stashed away in her country estate. Now Bo Peep was the family name, and her family had borne the many jokes about the old nursery rhyme with good grace and a great deal of patience.

Little Imogene or “Ginny”, let her close friends call her “Bo Peep” because she knew her father took such pride in the name. There were not many Bo Peeps in the district ever since the War of the Roses. They were unfortunately on the losing side of a very long and decimating conflict. Those Bo Peeps that were left were mostly rural people. They ran farms and raised sheep and cattle for the city folk in the distant and almost legendary London town.

Little Bo Peep had several siblings of various gender and ages. She had three sisters and three brothers ranging from the age of 12 to 20. Imogene Bo Peep was the eldest of the three sisters. She had younger twin sisters called Iris and Ida. The 16 year old twins were so identical, even their own Father could not tell who was who. They were forever playing tricks on poor Bo Peep and kept her constantly confused on purpose.

The oldest of the siblings was Paul, a 20 year old with a very serious outlook on life. Then, there was Peter, The 18 year old gadabout, never at home and always at play with any female with a ready smile and open legs. The last addition to the Bo Peep family was Roscoe. A young lad of tender years, he was away to school. The Bo Peeps had great expectations for young Roscoe. His superior intelligence was duly noted at a very young age. It was hoped he would be the first Bo Peep to actually go to University far away in Oxford. Her Father and Mother doted on young Roscoe in every way imaginable.

It was Bo Peep’s chore to keep careful watch on all of the many sheep that roamed her family’s estate. She loved her job because it gave her ample time to read and even write in her own little notebook. Bo Peep loved to write about faraway lands she had never visited and was unlikely to visit. Her writing were filled with young knights and dark and dangerous strangers seeking to defile unwary females at every turn.

She was up on the mountain today keeping the flock away from the cliff. Bo Peep had two faithful dogs to help her in her tasks. A simple movement of her arm was all it took to keep her flock in safety.

Two village lads approached her as she viewed the terrain. One of them was Roger, the blacksmith’s son a stout lad of some 18 summers and numerous female conquest’s under his belt. The other was Tim, his younger brother of only 16. Tim was exceedingly shy and stammered when he spoke.

“Little Bo Peep! You are looking very nice today.”

“Thank you, Roger, Why are you on the Bo Peep mountain?”

“My brother Tim wanted to meet you and tell you he loves you.”

It was clear from Tim’s reddened face he had no such intention but his stammering prevented him from saying much of anything. Bo Peep decided to turn the tables on Roger. She got off the boulder and went over to Tim.

“Tim, I didn’t know you liked me that much. Here, feel my heart where I am beating in desire for your kiss.”

Bo Peep put Tim’s hand inside her blouse. His hand was cupping her soft white breast. Bo Peep liked it very much and leaned forward to kiss the startled Tim. Her lips met his with an electric click and she pushed her tongue inside the young boy’s mouth to taste his sweet wetness. Their bodies seemed to merge together into one and she felt her juices start to rise between her legs.

She broke away with panting breath and pulsating pussy.

One look at Roger revealed the blossoming erection pushing against his leather pant leg. He was rumored to have a cock of impressive length and girth. Many of the village girls were spied rubbing their little cunies whenever he passed their way.

Bo Peep was still aroused by the touch of Tim’s hand and his hot, satisfying kiss. She saw that Roger was straining to keep himself in check. She took Tim’s hand and pulled him down on top of her in the soft green grass of the mountain meadow. Roger looked on as she pulled up her dress to give Tim access to her little sweet bush. He was totally inexperienced but he managed a quick insertion and began a spirited dance on her wide open pussy.

She was groaning in full appreciation of his efforts when he sprayed his copious load deep inside her soaking wet vagina. Tim pulled out with an audible slurp and Roger dropped down without even asking her permission.

She was ready to admonish him for his presumptuousness, but he entered her so quickly, all she could say was, “Oh, my God. You are in.”

Roger humped her with twice the enthusiasm of his younger brother, Tim. She was taken into the shuddering world of orgasmic release at least twice while he labored on top of her.

The flood of sticky cum exploded into her already flooded vagina. Poor Bo Peep was swimming in the copious loads from both brothers. When she picked herself up from the crushed grass, she could feel the warm liquids running down the inside of her legs. She squeezed her pussy lips together to cut off the flow. Bo Peep pulled up her knickers and checked her flock. They all seemed present and accounted for. Her two dogs were looking at her with some consternation of their faces. She did make an awful racket when the two young brothers were pumping her full of their sticky goo.

The two boys ran down the hillside laughing and singing, “Little Bo Peep, we poked her deep. Keeping her sheep nicely protected, her pretty tight puss we well inspected.” They kept up making silly verses all the way down the hill.

Bo Peep was walking a little funny. She was trying to keep the flood of cum inside. She certainly didn’t want her parents to know how she had spent her afternoon on her back. She spied a tall figure approaching from the Cliff side of the hill. When he got closer, she saw it was the silly hermit with the long ears and the sharp looking teeth.

“Hello, Bo Peep. Have you been enjoying yourself?”

Obviously, this hermit was in the habit of spying on young girls spreading their legs in the meadow.

“Why, Mr. Wolff, have you been watching me?”

“Yes, I confess I have my pretty, little farm girl. I like to watch you milk the cows, I like to watch you carry the water, I really like to watch you spread your legs for the horny young lads.”

Bo Peep got the picture. The strange loner wanted to blackmail her.

“What do you want, Mr. Wolff? My puss is fair well tuckered out, right now.”

“Just a taste of your lovely round breasts and to have your sweet lips on my cock.”

Bo Peep was disgusted at the effrontery of Mr. Wolff, but she didn’t want any problems with her parents. She opened her blouse and displayed her sweet tits for the Wolff man to suck and lick and nibble to his instant delight. Bo Peep had to admit she was quite excited by it as well.

Mr. Wolff pushed her head down, she had no recourse but to open her mouth and offer him residence inside. He shoved; he pushed, and humped quite hard until her poor throat opened wider. His cum flowed hard, almost gagging sweet Bo Peep, but she swallowed it all down without a sound.

He helped her home and surprised her with his good manners.

Bo Peep thought twice and came to the answer.

A Wolff in the palm of her hand was worth two lads in the grass. The fact he was rich and owned his own farm had nothing to do with her decision. At least that is what she told herself.

That is how Imogene Bo Peep became Imogene Wolff. She had a full complement of little Wolff’s and they all lived happily ever after. Except the sheep that had a one way ticket to dinner at the Wolff house.