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"Samantha Makes Some Discoveries"
   by Cobber


For those who would seek their destiny, there are almost 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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