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"Samantha Grows Up"
  by Cobber


Sam was exactly 14 years, 3 months, and 11 days old when she
decided she wasn't going to be a nice girl any more. From
now on she was going to be a real bitch.

This is how it happened.

Unlike her sister Julie, who was nearly 3 years older,
Samantha was a smart kid.  Her school grades put her near
the top of her class in every subject, except sports, where
Julie excelled.  Her grades were good partly because she was
also strong-willed and not easily distracted.  But she
wasn't happy.  She had a problem, or rather, a non-existent
problem.  A non-existent sex life problem.

To Sam, sex was a lot like sports, something other people did
and were good at, which automatically meant she wouldn't
be.  Most of the time that was OK.  She could think about
it, she could read about it, she could watch it (she knew
her Dad's Internet login), she could even practice it a bit
(on her own of course), but the thought of actually doing it
with a boy was, well, way over in left field somewhere.
Until recently, that had been enough to satisfy the
curiosity which increasingly pervaded her thoughts, but it
hadn't done anything for the hormones that had been
pervading the rest of her developing body.

In a rare moment away from her books one summer evening, she
was lying on her bed contemplating nothing in particular.
She'd had a shower to cool off and her glowing skin was
enjoying the sensuous caresses of a warm breeze wafting
through the open window.  Mum and Dad were out at some
Tennis Club function and only she, Julie, and their younger
brother Phil were at home.  And Rufus, the family's white
Akita, of course.

Her fingers roamed unconsciously over her young body, taking
in the various shapes and textures, while her mind drifted
aimlessly, as if waiting, waiting for...something.
Something that might, perhaps, persuade her to have another
go at overcoming the "too sensitive" feelings that had
always curtailed her explorations in the past.  She became
aware of Julie's voice, outside on the patio somewhere,
talking on the cordless phone to one of her innumerable
girl-friends.  She was laughing and giggling a lot, then her
voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.  Sam wasn't
really trying to eavesdrop, well not at first anyway, until
she heard Julie quite clearly use the "F" word.  Her ears
pricked up, that was not something either of their parents
condoned. The light breeze faltered and Julie's voice
faded.  Sam listened, straining to catch any sound. The
breeze fluttered to life once more and Julie's light tones
fragmented back into the room ...

"...swear...the truth, 'n the secon... Yeh, truly...e fucked
twi...ten...and...nd time...nearly...No, well not m...e 
was...'n 'cos we'd...for...s really wet...so good."

Try as she might Sam couldn't quite make out all the words,
but her brain did a great job of filling in the gaps!  She
rolled over quietly and crept closer to the window, but
either the wind changed or Julie moved because her voice
became even more muffled.  Sam could still hear her sister's
laughter, but the words were lost.  Nevermind, she'd heard
enough.  Julie had lost her cherry!  It was probably Jeff,
the young tennis coach she'd spent a lot of time with over
the school holidays.  The previous weekend the whole junior
team had gone away to play in a finals series.  I bet that's
when it happened, thought Sam, feeling crushed, and not for
the first time.

Julie's good looks, her popularity and sporting prowess had
long been sore points for Sam.  Even their parents, without
meaning to be unkind, seemed to acknowledge Julie's sporting
achievements more than the good results Sam had been getting
at school. Sam was an attractive girl too, but she
couldn't see it.  Her budding breasts were not growing fast
enough, there was still far too much puppy fat around her
face and tummy and her natural silver blond hair barely
rated a mention around her pubic region.  She looked like a
10 year old down there! - even though she'd been having
periods for more than two years.  When WOULD she grow up?

Not usually given to spending long hours gazing at herself
in the mirror, mainly because she didn't like what she saw,
Sam contemplated going to her parents room to look in their
long mirror, just in case things had changed since the last
time.  That was more than 3 months ago she recalled, when
she'd tried on a "nearly grown up" summer dress her aunt had
bought for her birthday. Dad had jokingly said it wouldn't
be long before she could wear it without the detachable
shoulder straps, but that was just Dad trying to be nice.

Mind made up, she got off the bed, slipped into her robe and
headed for her parents room at the other end of the house.
Pushing their door to behind her, she turned on the light
and stood in front of the long reflection.  Despite feeling
self-conscious, she resolved to give herself a good honest
review.  She posed and turned, trying to move like a
graceful model, opening and swirling the robe to catch
glimpses of her bare legs and torso. So far, so good.

She turned to face the mirror and slowly slid the robe off
her shoulders, letting it fall in a billow at her feet.
Stepping out of it, she moved closer and examined her
exposed body more critically. Turning sideways and cupping
her breasts, she thought, yes, maybe they are getting
bigger, and yes, her tummy was definitely looking flatter.
She even seemed to be developing a proper waist line, she
noticed, as she turned back towards her other self.

Her confidence boosted by these early observations and
feeling a little daring, she slipped a finger into the waist
band of her white panties, her only remaining article of
clothing, and held her breath as she sensuously slid them
off her hips and down her legs.  Watching her reflection's
far from dainty attempt to flick the panties into the air
with a foot, she got the giggles and lost her balance.
Falling backward onto the bed with legs spread wide she sat
up to find she was staring straight at her mirrored pussy.
It seemed to wink at her.  She could see her pink titties
jutting into the air beyond, and she had to admit, viewed
from that angle, they did seem a lot more perky than she
remembered.  She felt herself flush at the thought and
through transparent pubic fuzz could see pinkness spreading
around her vaginal lips.

She'd only ever used a hand mirror to look at her pussy
before, and although she'd tried to get younger brother Phil
to join in once, he hadn't seemed very interested.  He was
barely 12 at the time and his penis was only just starting
to develop - he'd not had much pubic hair either, even
though he had Mum's dark colouring.  Of course, now he was
13 1/2 things were a bit different - she'd caught him
playing doctors and nurses with the little girl next door
only a week or so ago, but even under threat of exposure to
Mum and Dad, he still hadn't wanted to play like that with
his sister!  Thinking about the semi-erection Phil had been
showing off at the time and how big his penis was becoming,
she felt a familiar tingling begin in her groin.

She'd played with herself before, but had always stopped
when she got very sensitive down there and started feeling
weird.  She'd never watched herself doing it though, and as
she gazed into the mirror, she became fascinated by the way
the fingers of that other girl stroked and caressed her skin
and darted down into that secret place. It felt warm,
almost hot to her, that other girl's touch, and moist too.
She saw the outer lips of her vagina beginning to swell and
darken.

Hesitantly she moved her/that other girl's fingers further
and further into the crevice, delicately tracing the soft
contours of that special place she'd only ever read about
before.  Her explorations simultaneously became both easier
and more urgent.  She could tell she was lubricating
already, the probing fingers making a lovely squishy noise
as they slid to and fro.

The feeling was delicious and she imagined it was someone-
else's hand, someone she couldn't control, someone who
wanted her to enjoy the investigation.  Not having to hold
the mirror meant there was a hand free to separate her
swelling lips so she could watch those other fingers glide
over the slick cherry red surface inside.  The fingers moved
more and more vigorously and she was getting more and more
aroused, much more aroused than she ever had before.  Her
clitoris was now clearly visible but she deliberately made
those slippery fingers avoid it.  Rubbing it, she knew,
would bring an end to the game.  It was always just too
sensitive to touch for more than a few seconds.

Chubby fingers continued probing deeper, discovering and
tracing the outline of her virginal entrance.  Unable to
hold back, one eventually probed deep enough to slip past
her intact hymen, sliding in easily until it was nearly two
joints deep inside her.  Sam held her breath as she watched
the finger slowly ease its way even further into her, then a
stab of pain caused her to gasp, and the finger jumped back.
As it pulled out and quickly curled over to re-join it's
companions, a nail rasped across her clit and Sam let out
another gasp at the jolt of electricity that flashed through
her.

A flame had ignited down there.  This was new.  She'd read
about it of course, and sort of thought she knew what to
expect, but feeling the first undeniable twinge of a real
sexual urge was still a revelation.  A marvelous revelation.
Of their own accord, the fingers gingerly returned to their
mission, but this time began including her overheated clit
in their tour of duties.  Every time they made contact Sam
jumped and her hips, jerking off the bed, increased the
pressure and caused her to gasp again.

Gradually the gasps turned to soft moans and the pace of her
masturbation increased.  She blushed as the word flashed
through her brain, but even a close observer would not have
noticed it among the general red-shift in the light
reflected from her straining and glistening body.  Wondering
if she could actually make herself "cum", she started
rubbing and pinching her hardening nipples.  She was amazed
at how sensitive they were, and even more amazed at her
ability to go way beyond her previous termination point.

Her breath was coming in short gulps now and she could no
longer hold her head up to watch the action.  Giving in to
the pure physical sensation, she slumped back on the bed,
instinctively drew her knees up and spread herself as wide
as she could, using the whole of one hand to stimulate her
swollen genitals while the other alternated between her two
heaving breasts, rubbing, squeezing, teasing out the
nipples, cupping and stroking again.

She closed her eyes and the outside world melted away.
There existed only her taut straining perspiring mountains
of breasts, her drenched, slobbering, fire-breathing cunt, and
those delicious slippery hands and fingers that were
everywhere at once.  She whimpered with pleasure, tears of
joy squeezing past her tight clenched eyelids.  Her virgin
hips rocked to and fro and she guessed she must be close to
"coming", whatever that meant, for the first time, ever.
The pleasure was...just...sooo...much.  Could she
really do it, could she really make it happen, could she
really make herself go that far?  Gritting her teeth in the
determination she was known for, she pushed through one
pleasure barrier after another.  Way, way into uncharted
territory, she plunged on, driving herself towards some
unseen peak she guessed, knew, insisted, must. only. be.
just. over. the. next. rise.  She was right.

Fire.  Ice.  Water.

Hot breath, cold nose and a long wet tongue invaded her
world.  Rufus, his sensitive ears having picked up the
distant sounds of distress from his favorite family member,
had come to her rescue.  His arrival coincided with the
eruption of Sam's own personal orgasm monster who gathered
her in, chewed her up and spat her out high into the star
filled universe.  In his paralyzing grip, Sam was held
motionless, her hips rigidly and grotesquely thrust into the
air, her hands flung wide as her whole inner being exploded
through the gaping portal between her thighs.  Rufus knew
what to do.  He caught her very essence as it escaped and
using his wet tongue thrust it back from whence it came.
Holding his muzzle so close his hot breath dried her
saturated pubic fluff, he washed and cleaned the exposed
parts of her vagina, licking out all the cream he could
reach.  His ministrations served only to extend, and extend,
her climax, holding her at the very peak, pushing her back
to the top each time she began to slide off.

Totally unaware of his presence, Sam felt only the
sensation, somehow believing this is how it was meant to be.
Glorious, hot, wet, permanent and all consuming. Tears
streaked her face, her breath coming in great sobs as legs
and thighs trembled with the strain of holding herself
aloft.

Eventually, consciousness returned, and with it the knowledge
that she was not alone.  Her hips subsided and the chilling
identity of her companion broke through the jelly that had
previously been her brain. An ear-piercing scream leapt from
her throat to be instantly choked off into a hoarse gurgle
as her returning brain made the simultaneous connections
between Rufus/Safe, Rufus's tongue/Delirious pleasure,
Scream/Rescue, Rescue/Discovery, Discovery/Total disaster.

Way out of character for Sam, the words "OH SHIT!!" came to
mind.  Strongly.

"Stop Rufus, stop. Please!  Get away, I can't take any
more."  With no strength left in any limbs to make him
comply, Sam relied solely on his rudimentary understanding
of English.  Fortunately for her sanity, it was enough.  His
tongue withdrew and he sat, looking at her, with that lovely
tilted head look of curiosity that Akitas have when they
can't understand us humans.

Slowly she sat up, her lips, both sets - upper and lower,
still gaping at him.  He stood and moved forward again,
curly tail wagging.  "No, no, Rufus.  Enough, enough.  Sit.
Good boy."

She tried to collect her thoughts and her breath, unsure of
how much of what she had just experienced was of her own
doing and how much was Rufus.  She patted his head, wishing
he could tell her, wanting to know how depraved her
behavior had been, but glad too that he couldn't blab to
anyone else.  He turned his head and began gently licking
the inside of her leg, tasting the salt that lingered there
from her recent exertions.  Sam found comfort in this, she
was used to it, even though her mother disapproved, it was
something Rufus did to anyone with a bare sweaty leg he
could get to.  As he turned to lick her other leg, his
tongue flicked out to her still swollen clit and caught
another drop of moisture.  Sam gasped, "Oh Rufus, if only
you knew what that does to me."

At this point Sam made the first of several conscious, life
changing, decisions she was to make that day.  She decided
that Rufus was OK and they would have to find an
opportunity, and soon, to more fully explore exactly what
that DID do to her.

Looking around, Sam realized she'd made something of a mess
of her parents room and set about straightening up.  There
wasn't much she could do about the damp spot near the bottom
of the quilt cover, but figured it might dry out enough by
the time her parents got home that they wouldn't notice.
She could always blame Rufus and his slobber, it might even
be his.

Talking of Rufus, he just sat and watched his friend moving
around, content with being in her company - she smelled real
good tonight.  He caught another strong whiff as she bent to
collect her robe from the floor, but she was too quick for
him to investigate further.

Turning to leave the room, she called him and he was happy
to trot along behind, following her all the way back to her
own room.  Passing Phil's room they could hear the blood
curdling sounds of Doom IV - "The Ultimate Revenge", pumping
from his game machine.  The sound of running water from the
bathroom suggested Julie was in the shower, probably
preparing to sneak out - it was still way too early for her
to getting ready for bed.  Sam knew Julie often slipped out
for hours at a time when their parents thought she was
safely at home, but she never said anything, feeling jealous
but not spiteful.  She was, up to that point anyway, a nice
girl.  Things change.

Rufus followed Sam right into her room, something that was
frowned on rather than forbidden, mainly because he shed
constantly and made a mess everywhere.  Realizing there
would probably be evidence of his recent visit to her
parents room, she decided not to go back and check, it might
provide a valuable alibi if the damp spot was discovered.

Slumping face down across her bed, she called him and he
came up and gave her face a lick.  Scratching him behind
his ears, she gazed into his big brown human-like eyes.
"Oh, Rufus, what am I going to do.  I want so much to be
grown up, like Julie.  Full of confidence, lots of friends,
heaps more freedom than Mum and Dad ever give me, and
someone to...fuck with. There I said it."  Blushing at
her own candor, she lent forward and kissed Rufus on the
forehead. He didn't mind, Mum did that all the time, often
leaving lipstick smudges behind.  He'd got used to the
notion that just because there was a sissy pink patch in the
middle of the white flash between his eyes, it didn't mean
he wasn't a vicious guard dog still.  So there!!

Looking up into Sam's sad face, he sat with his head on one
side and waited.  Sensing he was still happy to be her
friend, despite everything that was wrong with her, Sam slid
off the bed and gave him hug.  Rufus wasn't usually
comfortable with close hugs, but Sam was an exception,
particularly tonight as he caught another whiff of that
lovely smell she was giving off.

He bent his head and began licking the tip of his penis
peaking from it's hairy sheath.  Sam had noticed, and not
noticed, his penis before, never really connecting it with
anything other than the thing he used to water every tree
and post in the neighborhood on their frequent walks
together. In her current state though, she was fascinated.
She noticed how pink and wet it looked and watched as more
of it became exposed the longer he licked. She knew about
human pre-cum but didn't know if that applied to dogs, it
certainly seemed to apply to Rufus.

It dawned on her that he and she had much in common. His
freedom was restricted, he was entirely and obviously sexually
mature, but had never been mated - well maybe once when he
escaped for two days and came home exhausted - and the only
people he knew well were his family. Despite all that, he
seemed happy, was very loyal, and always pleased to see her
when she came home - 'though that could be because she often
took him with her when she walked round the block to clear
her head.  Other people took coffee breaks, she took doggy
breaks.

Watching more and more of his penis appear, she realized it
was as least as long as Phil's, a bit thinner, but much
stiffer and he really seemed to be enjoying the tonguing he
was giving himself.  He shifted, leaning against her to give
himself better access.  Peering over his shoulder, Sam had a
birds eye view of every lick and saw his knot as it emerged
from the tight sheath protecting it.   About 15cm from the
tip of his doggy cock, it was covered in purple and red
veins and looked like his cock had swallowed a golf ball.
He must be getting quite turned on, she thought.  She could
even feel his rapid heart beat through the warm fur of his
flank as he leaned against her naked breasts.  At the
thought, her nipples sprang to life, relishing the movement
and texture of his coat.  She was getting turned on too.

Suddenly Rufus stopped what he was doing, stood up, turned
around, and looked down at Sam as she sprawled back on the
floor. "Oh, Rufus!" she complained, rubbing her elbow and
half sitting up.  Not sure why she called his name, he acted
on pure instinct, lowered his head and pushed his muzzle
down toward the source of that wonderful scent his friend
was exuding. Catching Sam off-guard again, she fell back
flat on the floor once more and his nose and tongue zoomed
in on their target.  'Slurp'

"Oh shit, Rufus, no, no."

'Slurrrppp, lick'

"Oh Rufus, oh shit,  donnn...'t"

'Lick, lick.  Flick, sluuurrrpp'

"Oh, oh. Oooh, Rufus"

'Snuffle, slurp, burrow, sssllluuurrrppp!'

"Oh...Shit!!!"

Her resistance totally slurped away, Sam just gave in and
let him go for it. What would it hurt if he helped her get
off again.  His tongue was like magic. No, not magic, magic
wasn't real, and the one thing this was, was REAL!  Real
everything!  She couldn't believe the sensation, she was
almost instantly back at the peak she been thrown from half
an hour earlier.  Her nipples felt like they were going to
burst out of their tight red caps at the tip of her jutting
breasts, perspiration began beading all over her exposed
skin, and the fire in her clitoris was like a white hot
spear searing into her soul.

She could feel a mixture of her juices and Rufus's saliva
running down between her vaginal lips and dripping over her
puckered anus to form another damp spot on the floor.  Every
so often Rufus would dip his tongue down there, rasping over
her tight bung hole, then, sliding back over her open
vagina, flick her clit with the tip of his tongue as he
lifted off before starting another stroke. Totally unable,
well unwilling, to even try moving away, Sam just spread her
legs wider and waited for the inevitable.  Clutching her
breasts and rolling their throbbing nipples between fingers
and thumbs, Sam let the rising tide of passion wash over
her.  That Rufus was going to make her come was not in
doubt, how soon and perhaps how often were the only
remaining questions.

Instinctively humping her hips in time with the dogs head,
it jointly took them, at most, only a few minutes to provide
her first answer.   The second, or so it seemed, and as it
turned out, took much, much longer. Stifling a scream,
though with Julie now probably over at the neighbors and
Phil still wreaking havoc on level 7, only Rufus would have
heard as Sam's very first externally generated climax ripped
through her supple body.  It began everywhere at once, and
never really ended, echoing through her memory for the rest
of her life. There was a feeling of suffocation, of
exhilaration, of tension released, of tension built, of joy,
of pain, of unbelievable delight and gratification, a
gaining of wisdom, a wonderful loss of innocence and the
bliss, the utter bliss of knowing she DID have the ability
to experience all of that.

Rufus, privy only to the reaction of her body, pressed on,
knowing that whatever it was he was doing, it was generating
more and more of that wonderful scent.  His tongue began to
seek it's origin and pushed and probed closer and closer to
her inner entrance.  Sam realized he might try to push past
her cherry, maybe he would even break it and the thought
brought another wave of excitement.  Hands now under her
firm buns, she lifted herself off the floor and presented
her opening to him at just the right angle for his tongue.
He pushed and probed, feeling the slight resistance of her
thin membrane.  Already partly stretched by her previous
digital explorations and now pulled tight by the spread of
her thighs, the barrier began to give as Rufus worried his
tongue into the small opening below it.  At the taste of
small blood vessels being severed, his tongue withdrew and
Sam let out a sob.

She reached up and grabbed a pillow off the bed above her,
folded it over and quickly jammed it under her buttocks.
This served the double purpose of lifting her hips while
allowing her freed hands to hold herself open.  Rufus, head
on one side, gazed quizzically down at her.

Silently pleading, "Do it Rufus, do it, please", Sam gave no
thought to the weirdness that a scant hour ago would have
shocked her to her core.  She just wanted Rufus to push that
fabulous tongue all the way into her, and her hymen was a
physical barrier that need to be breached for him to do
that.

Unable to ignore the overpowering aroma, Rufus moved closer
and again his tongue snaked out, slithering and sliding into
her opening.  Feeling the barrier he pushed his muzzle right
into her spread vagina, sniffing and nudging at it with the
tip of his nose.  Once, twice he made contact, his tongue
still probing the small gap.  Sam felt another twinge of
pain.  Nearly there.  Rufus nudged again.  Ready for him
this time, Sam gritted her teeth and thrust herself forward,
jabbing the tip of his muzzle into her as far as it would
go.  Rufus instinctively pulled back, but too late, the
sudden movement had been enough.  Sam felt her hymen tear
and a needle stab of pain followed.  She gulped air, she was
open, the way was clear for that lovely divine instrument of
torture to fully enter her.  Rufus shook his head, but
didn't move away.

"Come on, boy, come on."

Needing little encouragement, Rufus dipped his head once
more and this time felt no resistance.  His tongue sliding
easily into the deliriously happy girls depths, finding and
drawing out the nectar that his senses craved.  Sam closed
her eyes and let the dog's passion take over.  The sensation
as he delved and twisted was beyond anything she had ever
contemplated.  The stimulation reached down into her very
soul, awakening a giant she now understood had been lying
dormant, waiting for that moment when she found the
confidence to let herself submit to her own desires.
Totally unashamed, she reveled in her new found freedom, a
freedom to enjoy without guilt, to enjoy for it's own sake,
a freedom to abandon control in favor of a guided tour of
places and things she would never have permitted herself to
visit.

Her climax was almost continuous.  Starting as a low rumble
the moment the dog's tongue began it's first proper journey
into her depths, it continued in the background like
thunder, a continuous ebbing and flowing, a growing, rolling,
growling, roar pierced by shards of light.  Roiling clouds
tossed and tumbled her from one crescendo to another,
sometimes deafening her with exhilaration, sometimes
silently wrenching her soul apart as vibration after
shocking vibration wracked her to the core.  It filled her
universe and engulfed her.  Her body, straining to feel all
there was to feel, moved in unison with the dog.  Rivulets
of fluid ran from her body, a mix of perspiration, saliva
and lubricant.  Rufus could not collect it all, but he
tried, valiantly.

Somehow sensing that his friend had become his bitch, to do
with as he wanted, his own urges took over.  His penis, now
fully extended, dripped with his pre-cum.  He knew what came
next.  With a howl he lifted his head and lurched forward,
his front paws landing beside Sam's arms, pinning them to
her side and trapping them against his chest.  His penis
banged harshly against her clitoris and his testicles
slapped fingers still holding her swollen lips open for him.

Lost in the storm raging through her, Sam was, at best, only
half aware the tongue had been removed and his touch was
different.  Yearning to be filled again, she tilted her hips
as his penis jerked to and fro across her unbelievably rigid
button.  The movement and pressure sparked yet more
lightening strikes, driving her hips further upward
precisely as he humped again.  In one, swift, fluid filled
moment, his penis drove into the spasming hole like an
arrow.  He was home, sunk in her quivering flesh.  A
second thrust from each of them and his swelling knot
squeezed through the still tight opening.  A third pulled
the knot savagely back then rammed it forward again.  Both
yowled in pain, the dog arching his back and shuffling
forward to make sure all of him stayed buried in his bitches
hot cunt.

For Sam, the joy and pain of being filled so well and so
quickly suddenly turned to abject horror as everything
finally sank in, literally!  She was really fucking, or more
accurately, really being fucked by, a 100% god-damn real
penis - a DOG penis!   The dog was actually fucking her with
his cock. It felt...GOOD!  Her brain spun and
squirmed away.  Her body twitched, but refused to follow.
Feeling her slight movement, Rufus dipped his head and
grunted, nipping at her breasts and leaving a trail of
saliva draped across them.

Petrified at this turn of events and now truly unable to
move, she felt his humping gather pace. The pressure was
almost unbearable and she had an uncontrollable urge to pee.
Frightened something would burst, she tried adjusting her
hips to better accommodate him.  He felt her shift beneath
him again and let out another low growl.  His back arched
more and the massive strength in his haunches tilted her
pelvis clear of the pillow, his penis driving even deeper.
Crouching low over her, his hot panting breath seared her
face while the drool soaked fur on his chest rasped
unmercifully across her aching breasts.

Utterly in awe of the power he radiated she knew she could
not stop him continuing the rut until he was finally spent.
The only alternative was to submit.  Fuck or be fucked.  At
the same time welcoming and recoiling from this ultimate
loss of inhibition, she was unable to hold back yet another
violent crescendo in her own rolling climax.  It was
followed immediately by a hot spurt of piss jetting from her
slit.  Her mind had lost all control over her body.  The
aroma of her wet release drove Rufus into a frenzy.  His
entire frame trembled and Sam guessed he was just moments
away from coming inside her.  Resonating to his contagious
movement, her body responded in kind, readying itself for
the final onslaught.

The magnitude of what was happening totally overwhelmed her.
What had started out as a simple attempt to have the dog
help her masturbate, had led to him licking her to countless
orgasms, breaking her cherry, fucking her with his cock
until she couldn't stop coming, and now, was about to end
with her gladly anticipating the arrival of his seed.  She
was his bitch and she wanted him.

"Do it Rufus, do it.  Fuck me.  Come inside me." she
whispered.  Pushing her hips hard against him she felt a
throbbing ache in her vagina that only his climax could
assuage.

Her own animalistic reflexes were taking over, causing her
cunt muscles to spasm and clamp tight around the poor
animal's straining member. He yelped.  Knowing that for a
fleeting moment at least, she had control, she squeezed
again.  His hind quarters jerked, lifting her still higher
and she sensed more than felt the stream of cum begin its
release in her.  Their howl was long and low.  Heat spread
through her entire cunt, triggering a torment of rippling
muscles that tried to milk every drop from him.  Rufus
obliged, his swollen balls emptying more sperm into her than
any man she would ever meet.  Grunting with the effort, her
body strained against him, draining his cock over and over
again. Gradually their urgent movements slowed but still she
could feel the dog seed surging down his shaft, filling
every crevice inside her.

 From nowhere, a small voice inside her jumped for joy, and
sang "Oh what a feeling...Akita!"  Sam giggled at the
irreverent twist to the jingle and dreamily realized those
Toyota ads would never be the same!

The heat faded slowly only to be replaced by a sensation of
fullness she could not believe. His knot, swelling inside
her, was locking them together. Too late she remembered how
dogs could be connected for hours once that happened.
Frantically trying to free herself by pulling him out of
her, she felt another hot stream of piss let go between
their joined genitals.  Panicking now at the mess she was
making, she wriggled her hips and tried dragging them down
to the saturated pillow beneath her.  Rufus followed.  She
lowered her legs and tried to squirm from underneath the
calming animal but instinctively Rufus shifted and, in one
easy movement, rotated until he was facing her feet, his now
backward facing penis still firmly entrenched in her
inflamed vagina.  His twisting caused her to cry out, and
another fountain of piss sprayed up over his hind quarters,
staining his white fur.  Locked inexorably together in a
mess of sweat, saliva, lubricant, semen and urine, for
who knew how long, Sam began to sob, adding her tears to the
stew of body fluids already present.  This was bad, very
bad.

It got worse.

"Are you alright si..." Phil's head appeared round her 
bedroom door, his voice trailing off as his eyes,
peering over his glasses, tried to take in the totally
incomprehensible.

"Get out.  GET OUT!" Sam shrieked.  Rufus, startled by the
noise, tried to get up, tearing at her insides as he dragged
her with him.  He yelped.  She screamed.  Phil froze, his
mouth open in a silent "What???!!!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Gulp for air.

"Get out Phil, just get out, please.  I ccc..can't ex..."
Sam's stuttering voice drying up as she fought to find any
words that would undo the scene that confronted her younger
brother.

"Go back to your room please. I'll be fine, I just had an
little ac..." words failing her for a second time.

Shaking his head in disbelief, his head retreated.

"Close the door behind you, please." she begged, but he
was gone.

"Oh shit, Rufus, Oh shit.  What have we done."

A lifetime was to pass before she truly knew the answer, but
that's another story, or three.


                        -- The End --


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