For those who would seek their destiny, there are always
consequences. Wanting to be a real bitch and finding out
that it comes naturally to you, are quite different things,
and, although it took a few days to dawn on her, in the end
Samantha knew that at 14 she had found the path she would
tread for the rest of her life. And she loved it.
In truth, it nearly didn't happen. The immediate aftermath of her first experience caused stress levels that were off the scale. Her agitation and discomfort at being knotted delayed her separation from the dog for nearly an hour. She'd lay there, trying to be calm, but acutely aware of the mess she had made of herself, the dog, and her room - all of which would need to be cleaned up, enough to pass a casual inspection, by the time her parents got home. Then there was Phil, her younger brother. How much had he actually seen or comprehended when he'd burst in on her. Oh God, what if he said something. She could blackmail him over the doctor and nurses episode with the little girl next door, but she'd have to get to him before he opened his mouth! Worst of all, there was no guarantee she would ever be able to stand up and walk again. She was totally drained, and sore! Very, very sore!
Eventually Rufus, the family's white Akita she had initially seduced into helping her masturbate before it all got out of hand, shrank enough that she could ease him out of what, until two hours ago, had been her virgin pussy. He promptly curled round and proceeded to lick himself clean. That was good. Now free and in clean-up mode herself, her stress level dropped to barely intolerable.
She found, after learning how to hobble slightly bow-legged, there were two major difficulties facing her. One was the overpowering mixture of dog pheromones and her urine smell which had penetrated every crevice in the room. The other was the overwhelming volume of dog semen which had penetrated every crevice in her vagina.
A wide open window, a ceiling fan at full blast and a nearly full can of fabric deodorizer seemed to fix the first, but even a shower, a (very gentle!) scrub, and two douches, albeit neither very skilled, didn't fix the second - it was to take two days of frequent vaginal deodorant applications and equally frequent sanitary pad changes before the persistent dribble finally stopped.
That first night she wasn't finished in time to talk to Phil before their parents arrived back, so talking to him would have to wait. The following morning Phil thankfully had pre-school soccer training and left before anyone else was up; she'd have to catch him at school. Conversation among the rest of the family at the breakfast table was pretty much normal, even Sam's glazed look was not viewed as out of place, they had long ago concluded she was not a "morning" person. She had, for the time being at least, escaped detection.
Rufus knew her secret of course, but then he couldn't let on ...or could he? For reasons Sam hoped only made sense to the two of them, he chose to lay beside her chair instead of the more usual spot next to her mother. Her mum's raised eyebrow went unnoticed, but the slightly chagrinned "Hmmm, the little deserter must think you're going to feed him this morning. Could you do that, sweetie?", did cause Sam a couple of heart palpitations. Her momentary discomfort also went unnoticed, overshadowed by the dog's instant reaction to the mention of food. After last night, he was hungry!
Over the next few days Rufus was constantly at Sam's side whenever he had the opportunity. That wasn't totally uncommon either, they'd always been close because more often than not, although not his primary food provider, it was Sam who took him for walks. Her mum did comment on the amount of hair he was shedding in her room though. Sam tried shutting him out but he just sat outside her door and whined. Phil's subsequent complaint about the noise got a scornful reception from the rest of the family, the ultra, over-the-top, maximum plus, volume setting on his game machine counting heavily against him, but mum did relent. "Just make sure you give him a good brush every day, at least until he stops shedding. And don't sleep with him in your room, ok?"
Ker-thumpa-thump. Skip. Gulp, swallow. Gurgle, "Er... why not, Mum?"
"Because it's not healthy, is why not. He's a male dog and the room will get a real musty doggy smell if he's shut in. Besides, he may want to go out and 'water the garden' at some stage and I bet it'll be me, not you, who wakes up if he carries on."
Not even wondering at that point how her mum knew such stuff, Sam was just grateful the explanation didn't involve the word 'sex'. "Ok." she replied demurely, hiding a twinge of disappointment that flickered up from her groin.
The soreness down there had gradually been replaced by a dull ache and the realization that she wanted more of Rufus and his tongue, and, oooh yes, maybe other things as well. Having cautiously quizzed Phil, she'd found out he didn't really know what she and Rufus had been up to. He had guessed it wasn't anything Mum & Dad needed to know, and anyway he claimed to be bound by the sibling code of silence, if she knew what he meant. She did.
She reached the conclusion that if she was careful, and planned things in advance, it wouldn't be too difficult to continue hiding the activities she had in mind for her and Rufus. Her major concern was how to avoid letting him knot her again. That had been the really painful part. She discovered the school's computer system had some fancy Internet filtering software that denied her that as an avenue of enquiry. The school library was no use either of course, and although she had a card for the local public library, it had a witch for chief librarian who was reputed to ban any one under 50 from accessing the "Adults Only" section. Her dad's computer was an option, but she didn't want to leave a trail for him to see (she well knew how to find out where he'd been surfing!). She tried running it past her older sister Julie, but she knew squat. "I dunno, what's a dog knot?" had been the response.
There was a girl in her class who'd only recently moved into town after her parents sold up their farm. She'd probably know something, but Sam wasn't anywhere near ready to share yet. She did come across a book on dog breeding in a local book store but it was too expensive for her to buy, and after three days of quick visits to sneak a look she wasn't any wiser and the store attendant was getting inquisitive.
She felt increasingly frustrated, both by a lack of progress and a lack of congress. She smiled inwardly at the choice of words and determined she would find the answer, and before Rufus totally lost interest - she'd noticed he'd already stopped hanging around her quite as much. Almost out of desperation she checked her parents own library one afternoon when she got out of school early. She figured her mum's background as a veterinary nurse, and her dad's as the son of a well known horse trainer might mean one of them had some old reference books sitting forgotten on a shelf.
She wasn't supposed to go into her dad's study without checking with him, he often had confidential client information lying around, but he didn't keep the room locked and she knew how to be careful and not disturb anything.
That's how, nearly a week after her first dog fuck, she struck pay dirt, and not just any old pay dirt either, real dirty pay dirt. Golden pay dirt even. Within ten minutes of finding the tattered folder containing a whole bundle of almost new Internet and computer printouts, pictures and text, she knew both her parents were "zoophiles" and heavily into "water-sports". Wow! And double WOW!
There were a series of pictures of her mum with Rufus. In several she had the dog's cock in her mouth, including a couple of her smiling at the camera with streaks of dog cum running down her chin. There were even two with her on all fours while Rufus mounted her from behind. In one you could clearly see Rufus had his meat shoved right into her mum's bum hole. Sam wet her pants, several times, just looking at the pictures.
In a separate section she found pictures of both her parents pissing on each other. At the same time revolted and intrigued by scenes of her dad directing a stream of his bright yellow piss straight into her mother's mouth, her mind boggled at the size of his almost erect penis. What finally blew her away was a picture of her mum, who had obviously collected a mouthful of dad's pee, leaning over his face and spraying it back into his own open mouth. Her mum was making her dad drink his own piss!
Shaking with pent-up sexual energy, Sam frigged herself
through the thick material of her jeans and came almost
instantly. "Oh shit. I have to get that dog into action."
she thought. Quickly going back to the section with her mum
and Rufus, she began reading some of the earlier Internet
notes. There she discovered about tying socks or other
material around dogs paws to stop them scratching and how,
unless a dog was exceptionally well trained (people actually
"train" dogs to do this stuff?), preventing them from
knotting their partner (partner?) was very difficult without
the intervention of a third person. Shit, thought Sam,
but she read on.
It seemed that the best solo position was "doggy" style where the partner had some ability to move away if the dog's thrusting was too vigorous, and rounded human buttocks also made it difficult for a dog to get close in. On the other hand, the human "missionary" position let dogs get much closer, and also made it difficult for the partner to move away. Shit! now they tell me, thought Sam.
At that moment the sound of a car pulling into the drive-way brought her back to the present. "Oh God, Dad's back early. Oh shit, it's not early, I've been here an hour too long."
Quickly closing the folder and shoving it back under the stack of papers in the corner, she glanced round the room, made sure nothing looked disturbed and raced out the door. Feeling very flushed, she called Rufus, grabbed his leash and ran out the front door, bumping into her dad as she went. "Oh hi, Dad!" she called back over her shoulder, "Just taking Rufus for a run. Come on boy."
"Wait up Sam." said her dad. "What's the rush?"
"I want to be back in time for the news, there's an item on stem cell research I want to see."
"Well, okay, but take Rufus later, I need to talk to you first."
It seemed he and mum had arranged, at the last minute, to have an evening out with an interstate friend who was in town for the night. Mum was going to go straight to the friend's hotel from work, but dad had needed to come home first, partly to drop off some papers and partly to let them know they'd have to arrange their own meal. Sam said that was fine, and it was. It REALLY was. Five minutes later dad was backing out the drive-way again and she waved him goodbye.
Intending to go back and finish reading the notes she'd discovered, now that she had plenty of time, Sam re-entered the office. The folder had gone! She was certain she put it back in the right place and now it wasn't there. Unless he was really quick, dad hadn't had time to hide it anywhere else, he must have taken it with him, she concluded. What were her mum & dad really going to get up to tonight, she wondered. The tingling in her own groin stopped her dreaming and started her consideration of what she was going to get up to. Lots and lots, she decided.
First she wanted to find out where her dad had got all that stuff from. Obviously the pictures were taken with the digital camera he used for work, but where did he get the Internet stuff. She'd never found anything even remotely like it on the desktop machine in front of her.
Remembering he also had a laptop he used for work, she quickly checked the briefcase he'd left beside the desk when he came home. Sure enough, his laptop was there, so she pulled it out and opened it up. Turning it on she found he didn't use the same id and password protection as he did on the desktop. Trust Dad to be organized, she thought.
Five minutes and several logon on attempts later, she gave up. Her attention turned to the small digital camera he also had in his briefcase. The preview window showed he had just 7 pictures stored and they were all work related. Putting the camera and laptop back, she spied a box of blank re-writable CDs and noticed the seal was broken. There were only eight left in the box but one of them had been used. It bore a hand written label "D/R & R/R" and a date less than a month ago. Her dad's initial was D for David, her mum was R for Rebecca, and of course Rufus was R too. Could it be?
A trembling hand slipped the CD in the desktop machine and she switched it on. After logging on and locating the viewer she gazed in amazement at the list of files. There were about a dozen JPEG's listed and 3 MPG's. Dad had video's on here! Within a few seconds of clicking on the smallest one she was treated to the most amazing sight she had ever seen. Her mother's smiling face filled the screen, or what was left of it, after you allowed for the enormous penis that took up a fair slice. As she watched, her mother's lips retreated and the jerking penis pulled back until it's head appeared, then an enormous gush of semen jetted from it's tip and splashed across her mother's face, a great glob shooting up her left nostril. Jet after jet followed, her mum's tongue snaking out and catching much of it. The clip ended with her mum's mouth open wide to the camera, showing off her tongue floating in a sea of milky white fluid.
Sam had her hands jammed into her crotch trying to control the insistent throbbing in her pussy but she knew it was only a matter of time before she came again. Clicking the second MPG clip, her mother's face re-appeared, in a very similar pose, but the penis this time was thinner and redder. Rufus! She watched in awe as her mother gave head to the dog with apparently as much enjoyment to all concerned as in the first clip. The result was certainly the same. About 30 seconds in the penis really started jumping around and she saw her mum's hand grip the glistening shaft to control the wild thrusting. Thin, almost clear fluid, seeped from her mum's lips as they slid off the end of the penis to reveal a very pointy tip and another stream of semen. This stream seemed to be more constant, but what it lacked in pressure bursts it certainly made up for in volume. That just has to be Rufus she thought.
As if reading her mind, (or maybe her pussy?) the dog, who'd followed her back into the office after the aborted "walk", chose that moment to nudge her thigh. Sam, on the verge of climaxing herself, nearly jumped out of her skin. "Oh shit Rufus! Don't do that!"
Instantly she regretted her tone of voice, "No, I don't mean that at all, boy, come here".
Swiveling in the chair she turned to face him, parted her denim covered legs and invited him to bury his muzzle in her groin. He did, and she immediately turned to jelly. Gripping the arms of the chair to control her jerking, she literally creamed in her jeans, and Rufus knew it.
Waggling his tail and snuffling deep in her crotch he nibbled at the damp material. "Oh fuck, Rufus." she gasped. "I want lot more of that, a lot, lot more. Let's get out of here."
Deciding the rest of the CD could wait until she got another chance to view it, she quickly closed down the viewer, removed the CD and put it back where it came from. She shut down the desktop, carefully checking that nothing else looked disturbed and stood up. "Come on Rufus, we've got things to do and places to go. Oh, DO I have a place for you to go."
Rufus, recognizing the tone of voice (or was it the intense aroma - or both) was instantly interested in following her to the ends of the earth. Either way, he knew what was coming.
Back in her room, Sam pretty much ripped her clothes off. The one tiny corner of logic still functioning in her brain reminded her to lock the door first and spread a large bath towel on the floor before she got down to business, and get down she did.
Laying on her side on the towel she called the dog over. His penis was already half way out of it's sheath and she stroked it gently as he eagerly bent his head to her sopping vagina. Automatically spreading her legs she felt his tongue bring instant fire and she had trouble focusing on what her hand was doing. His back arched and he began humping her fingers. She tried to twist her head under his belly but the angle was wrong. She couldn't tilt her head back far enough to get his penis to her lips, and what his tongue was doing to her lower pair of lips dissuaded her from changing positions.
Letting the dog pleasure her, she lay back and looked up at
his shiny pole as it slid to and fro in her hand. A thin
thread of pre-cum emerged and extended down until it waggled
in front of her nose. Lifting her head a little she put out
her tongue and caught the end of it in mid-swing. It tasted
sort of bitter, but not unpleasant. At this point a mini
climax overran her senses for a while and she just let the
dog drip onto her face and chest.
When normality re-surfaced, she managed to get the dog to lie on his side so she could snuggle in close to him. Without even the slightest reluctance or moments hesitation, she lifted his extended shaft and slid her lips over it, drawing him deep into her mouth. Holding him around his knot, which had now emerged, she savored the taste of him and fell in love. Slowly she began bobbing her head as she'd seen women do to men in one of her dad's blue movies she discovered some months ago. The dog's penis felt strange in her mouth, sort of soft and hard at the same time, but she loved the way it twitched as she washed it with her tongue. She could taste more and more of his bitter pre-cum and wondered how long it would be before he released his real seed and what that would taste like.
She hoped he was enjoying her attention as much as she enjoyed his. He seemed to. He certainly wasn't in any hurry to stop her. He stretched out and half rolled onto his back, spreading his legs and letting Sam have full access to his belly, shaft and testicles. She leaned over, caressing him gently with her free hand, all the while maintaining her soft rhythmic suctioning. Occasionally he twisted his head and licked whatever part of her he could reach. A budding right breast with it's taut nipple seemed to manage more than it's fair share of such treatment, and Sam, as had many of her sisters before her, learned of the direct neural link between nipples and the muscle tissue around her womb. Lick, twitch. Lick, twitch. Delicious.
Neither of them seemed in any hurry to progress to other things, but eventually Sam's jaw began to ache and she decided the growing ache in another part of her anatomy could do with some attention too. Leaving the dog to the stroking of his own tongue for a while, she rummaged through her bottom drawer for an old pair of tennis socks and some ribbon. Finding both she could barely contain her excitement. Now they could fuck, but this time she'd make sure they did it right.
To her surprise, she had no trouble putting the socks on the dog's front paws and tying them in place. He even looked quite happy for her to do it. He was. Because, like her, he knew what it meant.
As soon as she was finished he stood up and began nudging between her thighs once more. Not wanting to get caught off guard like last time, she made him sit while she got a pillow from her bed and put it down where she could rest her head on it. Kneeling down facing him, she patted his head and said, "Do you know what to do boy?" He seemed to nod in reply and leaned forward to lick her breasts again.
"I guess you do." she whispered quietly. She gave him a hug and said, "Just be gentle. Ok boy?" He seemed to understand that too.
She turned around, leaned forward on all fours and looked back at him between her parted legs. He sat, tongue and penis both protruding, both drooling, waiting for her command.
"Ok, boy, do it." He stood, moved forward, ran his tongue all the way from her swollen clit to her puckered bung hole and back again. He pushed a little way between her quivering vaginal lips and she used the fingers of one hand to hold herself apart for him. He pushed further in and twisted a little. Shivers ran up and down her spine and left her throbbing clit pulsing in time with her heart beat. The dog's tongue withdrew and she saw a long thread of their joined juices drooping down between them. She could also clearly see his fully exposed penis bobbing between his legs. Oh god, I want to feel that inside me, she thought.
Mind reading again, Rufus moved further forward and very gently lifted his front paws until they were resting on her back. Shuffling his back legs, he arched his back and Sam saw his penis drawing closer and closer, but it was too high! He was going to miss the target! Nowhere near ready for her first anal penetration, she reached back and tried to grab the slippery wand, but it slid up over the cleft between her buns. Reaching back further she instinctively lowered her head to the pillow and tilted her backside into the air. She could feel Rufus beginning to hump against her and on a backward movement managed to grab hold of him. Tilting his penis down, she tried to guide him into her, but he was too quick, his rigid tip sliding between her vaginal lips and bumping her clit. That did not help her concentration one little bit!
"Slow down boy, slow down." she said, trying to calm him.
Rufus, not really interested in being calm, nevertheless seemed to understand she was trying to help him. He stopped humping for a moment and his hips wiggled from side to side instead. The combination of movement and their already prolific lubricating fluids made holding onto to him very difficult, but after a few more misfires they managed a direct hit, and he slid easily into her.
"Oooofff." Sam gasped as the sudden thrust took the wind out of her, "Easy boy, easy!"
Wriggling her own backside to sit him more comfortably inside her, she found he was settling into a steady rhythm. She reached back further and felt his knot was still some four to five centimeters outside her and figured that unless she spread her legs more he probably couldn't get a lot closer. She was nearly right. Rufus could, and did get much closer, but just not quite close enough to get that knot all the way in.
She felt him picking up the pace and left him to it, wanting to concentrate on her own sensations. She tried playing with her clit for a while but found it wasn't necessary. The dog's insistent thrusting was providing more than enough stimulation. She pressed her head into the pillow and her other end into the dog, rocking on her knees in time with his constant pistoning.
Her first climax came out of the blue without warning. She'd been having mini orgasms from before he'd even entered her, and she knew that when she finally came it would be a mind blower, but she had expected at least some warning. The first real full blown "Oh fuck, that is GOOD!" thunderclap just happened. Her cunt spasmed and clamped down, her hips jumped and the fireball just erupted. The dog responded by going into overdrive and her muffled scream into the pillow probably wasn't heard by anyone further away than the next town, or so it seemed to her.
Hardly able to catch her breath before she felt the next climax start, she knew this was the one she'd been waiting for. She felt it build and build, the dog was as deep into her as he could get, his knot pushing up against her swollen and tender outer lips. She felt a flood of juices flowing down her inner thighs and she willed the dog to fuck her as hard as he could. She wanted him to empty his seed in her, she wanted him to make her come and come and keep on coming. She loved this feeling, the feeling of being filled and used, at his mercy yet somehow cared for and needed by him as much as he was needed by her.
"Oh god I'm such a fucking bitch. Make me come Rufus, make me come. Make me scream, fill me up, fuck me, fuck me. Oh sweet Jesus, fuck me until I can't come any more."
The dog did his best to comply, and Sam did more than enough to make it worth his while. To Rufus, much as he enjoyed his sessions with her mother with all her experience, she didn't have the intensity of this younger version. This one was a real bitch. And she was his, all his.
The fire built and Sam began to brace herself, stuffing the pillow into her mouth. Her whole body trembled and she knew that as soon as she felt the first hit of his hot seed, all hell would break loose. She was teetering on the very edge, perspiration was dripping off all over her, her inner thighs were drenched in sticky fluid, her straining nipples were ready to burst out of her chest and she was going to pee any second. She was ready.
Joined together in a blur of movement they rose and rose to ever higher levels, Sam's cunt screamed out for release, her lungs heaved for air and the dogs cock continued to ram into her. Ram, Ram, Ram, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." The voice in her head rose to a screech then everything let go at once.
Not caring now if the dog knotted her or not, she thrust her hips back at him, letting the fire inside her explode around his pumping member, sucking out every drop she could get. Her long jet of piss splashed back over both of them, and the dog's low howl resonated in her ears.
For what was probably only minutes, but seemed like hours, they humped as if the rest of their lives depended on it. Her swollen and flooded vaginal entrance learned to accommodate the beginnings of his knot as it stretched her young opening to it's limits.
With each forward thrust she resisted the urge to move away, holding herself firm, even pressing back into him to get the maximum possible feeling. The awesome power in the dog's haunches almost lifted her knees off the floor with each thrust, jamming her bouncing breasts into the rough toweling material beneath her. Her body was aglow from end to end, every part of her aware of his hot seed filling her up. This was what she wanted. This was what she craved. This was what the primordial part of her brain demanded. She wanted to be, she had to be, she WAS, the world's greatest fucking bitch that ever opened her cunt to man or beast.
Eventually exhausted, she slumped forward, but still her vaginal muscle continued to milk him dry, the dying spasms in her hips encouraging him of their own accord.
Slowly the dog too pulled back, they hadn't knotted and she felt the last of his cum dribble down the burning cheeks of her backside.
They were both satisfied...for the moment.
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