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"Samantha's Mother Could Be A Bitch Too"
   by Cobber


Had she been thinking with her brains instead of her pussy,
Samantha could have worked out that hiding her "extra curricular"
activities, particularly from her mother, would be next to
impossible.  Rebecca, her mum, was smart. She was a mother, a
trained veterinary nurse and a practicing zoophile herself.  Sam
was aware of all of this, she just never thought about it
rationally, but then she was in love, and what's rational about
that.

It was inevitable Rebecca would put the pieces together. There
were at least four major clues, and she picked up on all of them.
 First, there was the almost overnight change in Samantha, from
an frowning uptight teen with low self- esteem to a relaxed
confident young woman with an inner glow.  Second, as is common
in established households, the three females in this one had
closely matching cycles and none of them was due - so why the
sudden diminution of the emergency sanitary pad supply. Third,
Sam, who had never been keen on even the simplest of household
chores, was now willing, even eager, to feed and groom Rufus, the
family's white Akita, and finally, as if the other three were not
enough, there was the animal himself.

In the five years since she and husband David had specially
selected Rufus as a pup, he had become very attached to Rebecca,
in more ways than one, as they had intended, but in only a few
days that allegiance had changed.  Now, whenever he had the
chance, he preferred Sam's company.  He still performed for
Rebecca, but required encouragement where previously, of his own
accord, he would come to her while she and David were watching
late night TV and nuzzle into her crotch to let them know he was
ready any time she was.

It took barely three days for the pieces to 'click' but Rebecca
monitored the situation for another week or so before voicing her
thoughts to David.  Snuggled up to him one evening in front of a
boring sitcom repeat, she ran her observations past him and
questioned whether it wasn't time to share a little of their own
life style choices with their youngest daughter.

David responded by telling her of a few odd things he'd noticed
himself, like the papers in their 'personal' folder not being
sorted the way he thought he'd left them, and someone leaving his
back-up CD out of the desk top computer. That wasn't overly
strange in itself except, when he checked, he'd found references
in "Recent Documents" to files that only existed on their
'private' rewritable CD - the one they'd created a few weeks ago
and which he thought they'd only viewed on his laptop since. 
He'd not said anything because he wasn't sure it was any of their
three children, it might just be his memory slipping, but he had
noticed the pleasant change in Samantha about the same time. She
did seem a lot more agreeable recently, a bit like her mum after
a good 'session'.

"Ouch!"

The comment cost him a playful thump, but his next remark earned
him a more serious rebuke.

"Perhaps if Sam already knows our little secret, we should invite
her to join us."

"David! That's our 14 year old daughter you're talking about.
That's disgusting. It's bad enough she might have seen the
pictures. How did she manage that, you said you put them safely
away, and how did she find the CD, don't you keep that locked in
your briefcase?"

"I don't know for certain she has seen anything, I don't even
know for sure if anybody has.  It's just I'd sorted the photos
and the internet pages into a particular sequence and they
weren't in that order the night we went to visit Jim and Stella. 
Remember, I couldn't find some of the ones of you and Rufus to
start with, the close-ups of him in your ars...er, rear end. 
They turned up with that raunchy set of you kissing me and
passing back my own piss."

"Yes, I do remember something about that.  Didn't Stella comment
she thought the ones with Rufus were really clear compared with
the others and you said something about being in control behind
the camera for those and infront of it and out of control for the
others."

"Yeh, something like that.  That's when Jim chipped in and said
Stella complains about him not being in control of anything he
gets behind."

"I remember, she even admitted that was true, but said it wasn't
a real complaint when it was her ass he was behind, only when he
was behind the wheel of a car and trying to feel her up at the
same time."

"That's only because they'd copped a ticket on the way from the
airport that evening in the hired car.  I mean, what do you
expect.  You get pulled over for weaving across three lanes, then
tell the cop you were feeling for the street directory between
the passenger's feet - and the book's in plain view on the dash! 
Having the cop's torch discover your wife's knickers round her
ankles doesn't help much either."

They laughed again at the memories and stories from that night,
but soon Rebecca brought them back to Sam. "Ok, but how did Sam
get to see the pictures?"

"Don't you remember, I'd left them at home that day and had to go
back and pick them up before we met Jim and Stella.  I took them
out of my briefcase in the morning and stuck the folder under a
pile of papers in the study.  I had an all day meeting with the
racing board and I didn't want them anywhere near that crowd,
just in case."

"And what about the CD?"

"I did keep that in the briefcase, but I left it and all the
meeting paperwork at home when I picked up the folder. I remember
Sam looking very flushed and rushing out of the house when I
turned up, something about taking Rufus for a run before the news
on TV I think.  Maybe I'd nearly caught her rifling through the
stuff and she'd not had time to put it all back properly.  If
she'd spotted the photos already, she might have gone back to the
office afterwards to look for more and found the CD in my
briefcase.  I was only home for a few minutes and didn't think to
lock it away."

"Would Sam look through your stuff like that?"

"You tell me. She's your daughter. Ouch!"

"She's your daughter too, and you were the one who was always
getting caught spying on people as a kid.  It's even part of your
job now.  You're the curious one, don't blame me if your daughter
is checking up on you.  How could you leave that CD where she
could find it?  You promised you wouldn't show it to anyone, not
even Jim and Stella.  It was supposed to be just for us, in our
old age when we're too old to do anything but remember."

"That's why I left it at home. If I didn't have it with us I
couldn't be tempted to show it to them, even in the heat of the
moment so to speak, and it did get pretty heated that night if
you remember."

"Yes, I do remember.  I was sore, everywhere, for days
afterwards."

"Well it was you who suggested Stella use her new strap-on up
your ass while Jim and I filled the other two orifices you had on
offer."

"She didn't tell me it was inflatable!"

"Come on, admit it, you loved it., and she didn't inflate it
until you started yelling for more. "More, more, more.  Give me
more!, you were yelling. Jeez, you carried on.  Jim and I didn't
have any more to give. You had all of it and then some. Stella
was the only one with 'a bit extra'."

"A BIT extra! Christ, it was nearly twice as thick when she
finally pulled it out. I couldn't believe it. Anyway, none of
this is helping us with Sam.  Even if she has seen all that
stuff, why would she want to join a couple of old farts like us,
when she's got a beautiful creature like this to entertain her."
Rebecca continued, patting the dogs head affectionately.

Rufus was only available for patting because Sam was locked in
her room, for the second night in a row, working on an assignment
that HAD to be handed in the next day.  Being the dog that he
was, he wasn't too proud to seek out whatever attention was on
offer.  Had he not been a vicious guard dog (right!), one might
be tempted to call him a slut.

"No, I'm serious, think about it for a bit. You know what it was
like when you first discovered your 'leaning'. The one thing you
wanted more than anything was to know you weren't alone, that
there were other people just like you that you could talk to and
ask advice from. It was the same for me. I didn't even know that
'water-sports' was what it was called until years after I'd seen
that old blue movie dad's stable hands got hold of."

"You can't be serious. She's only 14."

"How old were you, 12, 13?"

"13, but that's not fair. I was a country girl, and country girls
grow up quicker."

"But you still wanted someone to talk to."

"I had old Bill."

"Bullshit, old Bill just wanted to get into your pants, he'd have
let you tell him anything.  Besides that, the bugger was nearly
deaf."

"That's not the point."

"Of course it's the point.  It wasn't until you and I met in
college that you actually found a real person you could talk to
who didn't think you were totally weird."

"At least I knew 'zoophilia' had a name!"

"Now who's not being fair."

"Sorry, that was mean. You did kinda ask for it, but don't lets
argue, we need to decide what we're going to do about Sam. 
Besides, you might be right, sort of."  she added, before David
began to smirk.

"What do you mean, 'sort of'."

"Well perhaps I should have a chat with her, maybe feel her out
some."

Before David's facial expression could become a comment on her
choice of words, Rebecca continued. "You know what I mean, find
out how much she knows, maybe even check if she really is playing
around with Rufus. I don't think there's much doubt she's
screwing somebody, or some thing, and there's been no deluge of
phone calls or visits from pimply youths like we got with Julie.
What do you think? Seriously now; and no more dirty-old-man talk
either."

"Isn't that's why you love me?"

"It is, but it's not why Sam loves you. Don't say it! I know just
what you're thinking. She may be like me, and she may come to
love you like that, but then I'd have to share. I already resent
sharing Rufus so I'm certainly not about to share you with a
rampant 14 year old! And really, I want her to make her own
choice, to be sure it's what she wants, not something we want for
her or even something we influence her about."

"That's probably the answer.  Maybe we shouldn't say anything to
her, either of us, well not directly anyway. Perhaps we should
wait for her to come to us.  In the meanwhile it might be enough
to let her know, somehow, that it's ok to be a bit different.  If
she's already seen some of our pictures, it mightn't take much
for her to open up to us."

"THAT was good choice of words!"

David was not quite as quick as Rebecca. "You know what I mean."

"Ok, you could be right, but how do you suggest we get the
message across."

"Well, there's a couple of ways that spring to mind. Maybe we
could catch her 'in the act', so to speak, like come home
unexpectedly when we know the other two are out and she thinks
she's got the place to herself for a while."

"That might freak the poor kid right out."

"Not if we treat it kind of casual and don't act surprised."

"I don't know. What's the other idea."

"The opposite. Let her catch us. I'm sure we could arrange
something like, say, we expected to be alone one Saturday
afternoon while they're all out, but fix it so that Sam comes
home early. If she really isn't ready to confide in us she could
just sneak away and not let on she'd seen us. That would let her
set the pace."

"I don't know about that either, but I like it better than the
other idea. How would you get Julie and Phil to stay away but
make sure Sam came home early."

"We could mention we're going out too, perhaps for the whole
afternoon and evening, so it looks like the house is going to be
empty, and it would be ok if they wanted to stay over at a
friends place rather than be home alone. Sam will think she can
have the place to herself at least until the late evening.  It
would also explain how we thought the same for us if she comes
home and finds us still here.     I bet Julie would leap at the
chance to have a late Saturday night out with her current beau. 
What's his name?"

"I think it's still young Jeff, you know, the junior tennis
coach.  Rumour has it he's the boy who popped her cherry the
weekend of the Junior finals."

"Oh, yes, I know him. Not a bad looking kid either, half his
luck, randy little devil. Ouch!, don't keep doing that, you know
how I bruise."

"The only thing easy to bruise about you is your ego!"

"Ok, sorry. I asked for that - no - no - that does NOT mean I
want more!", David added in his defense before Rebecca could
strike again.

"So how do you make it look like we don't expect Sam or Phil to
be home either?"

"Phil would be easy, just tell him we've relented and he can take
his game machine over to that other kids house.  The one he's
been plaguing us about for months.  He could even sleep over if
the other kid's parents don't mind."

"Oh Sue and Ken won't mind, she's even suggested it a couple of
times. Peter's their only child and they'd love for him to have a
friend stay over."

"Good luck to them then,'though Phil might be the kid to change
their mind!"

"Phil's alright.  You're too hard on him, he's just a bit
boisterous, you've got to expect some exaggerated 'male'
behaviour from a boy who's got two older sisters.  Ok, so how do
we get Sam out of the house and make it look like we thought
she'd stay out, but she's actually free to come back if she
thinks she'll have the whole place to herself?"

"Oldest trick in the book.  Give her some money to go to the
movies.  There a double sci-fi feature due for release soon. She
bugged me about it the other day.  I forget what it's called, but
she reckoned all the kids in her class were going to see it.  She
even tried to tell me her science teacher was going to make an
assignment of it!"

"Oh, I know the one.  Actually I think the assignment thing is
true.  I seem to remember reading something about it in a school
newsheet.  It's here somewhere." Rebecca got up to search the
latest bunch of paper put aside for recycling.

"Here it is.  Oh, this could be perfect.  It's Saturday week. The
school's organising two sessions, one in the morning and one in
the afternoon/early evening. Special rates too, by the look of
it. I know what, she's been after some shoes to go with that
dress Felicity bought her for her birthday. If I give her some
money to buy the shoes on Saturday morning plus enough for lunch
and the movie ticket in the afternoon, she could either stay out
all day, or if she wants to get home early, she can go to the
movie in the morning, pick up the shoes afterwards, and be home
here by 2 or 3. What do you think?"

"If she's anything like you, it'll take her all day just to buy
the shoes. No, no, just kidding!" said David, narrowly avoiding
another application of physical force. Damn but these veterinary
nurses build up muscles in their arms. "I think it sounds like a
plan.  Will she go for it?"

"Of course she will.  She's already picked out the shoes - though
I must confess, it did take nearly a whole day!  How well you
know us."

"Talking about knowing you, all this scheming in the name of lust
is getting me very horny.  I think it's time we adjourned to an
environment that's more conducive to getting to know you better,
in the biblical sense of course - as in Adam 'knew' Eve.  What
say you."

"I could be in that, can Rufus come too?"

"Oooh, I don't know, maybe I don't want to share.  Anyway, you
know the rules, no kinky stuff while the kids are home."

"Aw.  We've just spent half an hour planning how to break that
rule.  Please, pretty please.  It's been over a week since he's
been with me.  He'll forget what it's like to be with a 'mature'
woman soon, and then he won't want me at all. If that happens I
could be looking for you to fill the gap, if you know what I
mean!"

David knew.

"Don't you have a late start tomorrow? Give the dog a work out in
the morning."

"I planned on doing house-work in the morning.  Anyway, you know
I like it much better when you're there too."

"That's what you tell me."

"Watch it, Mister, otherwise this fist might be as close as you
get to being 'physical' with me tonight."

"Okay, okay, I give in, Rufus can come in with us, mainly to keep
him out of Samantha's clutches, but no fucking him, ok. Wait 'til
after the kids have left in the morning.  He makes way too much
noise.  I'll even stay back for an hour or so myself - if you
promise to be good."

"Oh I'll be good. Bloody good. I promise. When was I any
different!"

With that the pair of them, and Rufus, headed for their room and
a long session of being good.  Bloody good.

The dog got to watch and even managed a few sniffs and a couple
of good licks as well, but that was all, until David fell asleep
of course.  As soon as his light snores began their gentle
reverberations, Rufus made his own noises about needing to water
trees. He and Rebecca both knew that this was just an excuse to
slip down to 'their' spot at the back of the old converted stable
the kids had once used as a Summer House. It was just a junk shed
now, but it did have a couple of old mattresses that had seen
more than a little 'interaction' between the two of them late at
night. Usually on the nights she had a late start the next day
and could afford to sleep in.

This night Rufus needed no encouragement at all.  He'd hardly
seen Sam for two days now - it WAS a BIG assignment - but he
didn't understand all that stuff. He was just horny. Basically
being restricted to only watching his mistress and her man, had
made it worse. It was just as well he wasn't really a vicious
guard dog, otherwise he might have been tempted to bite that bone
he'd seen waving around.

No sooner had Rebecca pulled the mattress down and bent to take
off the dust cover than Rufus went into action.  She didn't even
get to remove her loose night shorts before he mounted and began
humping his stiff doggy cock against her. "Steady boy, steady."
she whispered in his ear.  "Let me take some steam out of you
first.  Come here."

After years of practice, his response to her soft tones was
instinctive. He sat in front of her kneeling form and licked her
face. In the dim light from the small emergency lantern, her hand
reached out and began stroking his fully extended shaft. "My, my,
you are horny, big fella." His reply was to push his head into
the wide neck of her loose top. Pulling it over her head with a
free hand, she let the light material drape over the crook of the
arm that was stroking him, not wanting to break contact. Her now
exposed, well proportioned and still firm breasts, became even
firmer as the dog's tongue gave her the glorious nipple bath that
only big dogs with big tongues can give. That alone was half the
reason she became a zoophile in the first place.

While continuing to stroke Rufus and enjoy his attention, her
mind drifted back to the days of Old Blue, her dad's ancient
great dane.  Now THAT was a tongue! Old Blue was quite a bit
older than her, and when she was 11 (she'd lied to David) the dog
had found her sunbathing topless at the back of a neighbour's hay
shed, while she'd been waiting for her dad to finish with a
difficult calf birth.

She'd already discovered her magic button (she hadn't lied about
country girls growing up quicker) and she'd been playing with it
that afternoon, working up quite a sweat in the warm sunshine. 
Anyway, Old Blue had come looking for her - probably something to
do with that pussy smell again, you know, the one that young
girls in heat seem to broadcast for miles, if you've got the nose
for it, and Old Blue had that too!

There she was, topless, skirt hiked up, knickers pushed down and
one hand buried in her dark thatch (Sam hadn't inherited that bit
from her mum). Her eyes were tight shut and focused on the
handsome prince fantasy or whatever she used, she couldn't
remember now, when this enormous fluid monster raked across her
upturned naked breasts and their straining pink nipples.  The
shock of it had sent her into an instant orgasm.  Just the memory
of it was enough to rattle her bones again, 26 years on.

Back in the present she realised Rufus was already cumming in her
hand.  He must have been horny. Gently rolling him onto his side
she quickly lowered her lips to finish off what her hand had
begun.  The dog continued to hump for a while then relaxed as he
felt her draw him deep deep into her mouth. He remembered now how
exceptionally good it felt.  The younger one hadn't learnt how to
do this properly yet, even though he tried not to hump against
her face.  Slowly the urgency drained from him and he knew he was
in for a long rut once she was ready for him.

Rebecca lovingly swirled his semen round her mouth, relishing the
bitter sweet taste and feel of the hot fluid as it slid down her
throat.  She'd never done that for Old Blue, and she was sorry. 
After all the pleasure he had given her, she'd never really given
much back.  He hadn't seemed to mind though.  He'd always been
very gentle with her, even when she finally let him take her
cherry.

That was less than a month before he died.  She'd been
devastated.  Dad said he'd had a weak heart for a while, but
she'd never known.  It was a long long time before she forgave
herself.  They'd fucked twice the day he broke her hymen then at
least once and sometimes two or even three times a day, every
day, until the day before he died.  She was sure it was her
fault, she'd literally fucked him to death.  It might even be
true, but there isn't much doubt he'd died a happy dog - she was
good, bloody good, even back then.

Rufus finally stopped filling her mouth and Rebecca decided,
despite the heavy storm clouds gathering inside her, to give him
time to recover before getting down to the really serious
business of the evening.  Quickly pulling off her shorts, she
rolled onto her back, spread herself wide and scooted forward
until his head was between her thighs. Rufus hardly had to move,
his tongue just snaked out and washed all around her engorged and
saturated labia.

She was still wet with David's man juice too, and Rufus could
taste it.  He wasn't that impressed, but washed her anyway,
wanting to replace that other male smell with his own.  He wasn't
entirely successful, but eventually, with a substantial
supplement from Rebecca's own renewed lubricant, the balance
swung in his favour (flavour?).

 From Rebecca's point of view the exercise was highly successful. 
Despite an hour of strenuous love making with David, and at least
three major mind-blowers, she wanted more, and the two
Rufus-induced climaxes that flowed in quick succession from his
twisting tongue went some way to taking the steam out of her too.

Knowing what she had in mind for Rufus, and knowing that after a
good "session" with David her cunt would be a trifle sore, she'd
managed to keep her husband from any "back door" activity.  That
was to be Rufus's domain tonight.

Extending her legs back over her head she grasped her ankles and
pulled down, curling her spine and lifting her hips off the
mattress.  Once balanced on her neck and shoulders, she spread
herself wide, fully exposing her vulnerable crack.

"Ok boy."

Rufus was instantly on his feet and in two short steps again had
his muzzle buried in the mass of dark moist hair that confronted
him. He checked out her twitching clitoris for a while, to
Rebecca's third delight, then moved down over her gaping vagina
to that tighter puckered entrance that he liked best of all.  The
young one didn't let him investigate that place much, but he knew
this one got really excited by it.

She was already very wet around there tonight, but he pushed his
tongue into the knot of flexing muscles anyway.  They began
twittering with nervous excitement, then, as if by magic, they
relaxed and he was able to prise his way between them relatively
easily.  He could hear her panting over his own heavy breathing
and wondered if she was ready for him yet.  She smelled ready.

Rebecca was ready, she was just prolonging the build up,
determined to show the dog she really knew how to take care of
him, and to make him catch up on all the attention she'd missed
out on recently.  She was going to take such good care of him he
wouldn't be any use to Samantha for days. Rebecca could be a
bitch too.

Holding off for as long as she could, she felt the dog getting
impatient.  He began gently nibbling her exposed flesh with his
front teeth, a sure sign he was ready to mount her.  She knew
from very painful experience that letting him do it like this was
inviting disaster.  She'd been knotted to him for several hours
in this position once, and it had been days before the crick in
her neck had finally subsided, not to mention the torn sphincter
that had been excruciatingly painful for even longer.  Three days
compulsory constipation hadn't helped either.

Not wanting to dwell on one of her less pleasant experiences, she
forced her mind back to the task at hand and reluctantly
whispered the command "Enough" to make him back off and give her
room to roll over.

Crouching on all fours, she plunged her fingers into her sopping
vagina, gathering as much moisture as she could then spreading it
in and around her anal passage as far as she could reach.  She
knew Rufus would be well lubricated by now, but his first two or
three thrusts were always a bit of a shock.  Even after five
years, his understanding of "gentle" and hers were still quite
different.  Finally happy with her preparation, she called to the
not-so-patient animal.  "Ok boy, gently now."

He wasn't, very.  Not to begin with.  His missed the target
completely on the first couple of thrusts until he remembered
this entrance was in a slightly different place. On the third
stroke, with a bit of help from Rebecca he got it right, but
still slammed into her.

"Shit Rufus, gently, gently,"  she gasped as he forced the wind
out of her.

It took a few more wild thrusts but soon he settled into a steady
rhythm that was familiar to both of them.

"Ooh, now that is better."

That was the last intelligible sound either of them made for the
next twenty minutes or so.  Not that they were silent, they were
both noisy fuckers, but they were so seriously into fucking their
brains out that nothing else was even remotely intelligible.
Unknowingly the neighbours were all grateful the old building was
a solid brick construction with a thick door, no windows and a
lining of tattered horse blankets to muffle the pairs rutting.

For most of the time Rebecca pillowed her head on one arm, and
let the fingers at the end of the other play havoc with her
spread and swollen genitals. Whatever she could reach was
reached, many times over. The dogs balls helping too as they
slapped against her with each forward thrust. Her swaying breasts
constantly brushed the mattress beneath her, the coarse linen
sending mini-earthquakes surging through her each time the dog's
humping forced the large taut brown nipples to furrow their way
across it.

Her thundering climaxes were almost constant, something that Sam
HAD inherited from her. Once she was in the groove, Rebecca
reached a place where she could come and come, and keep on coming
almost without a break. Even Rufus, buried as he was deep in her
anal passage, could feel the repetitive rhythmic contractions in
her vagina.

Her aroma was driving him crazy and periodically a particularly
deep thrust from his invading member would hit an extra high note
and send lightning bolts to every far flung cell in her body. The
cumulative effect was a sort of temporary insanity. For the
moment, they were truly fucking mad. Her whole being was united
under one banner, she was nothing but a thrashing, soaring,
screaming, fucking, bunch of raw nerve endings. Every fibre of
her participated. She was cunt, all cunt and nothing but a cunt,
and all she could do, all she wanted to do, was fuck.

Rufus wasn't much different. He was cock, all cock and nothing
but a cock, and all he could do, all he wanted to do, was fuck.
But hey, who gives a shit, isn't that what being a dog is all
about. Rebecca's unspoken opinion, as you'd expect, assuming she
was even vaguely able to form one, was in total agreement. Why
give a shit when you can fuck. And fuck they did. And fuck.
Endlessly.

At some point his seed began lining her anal passage, also
seemingly without end. It just kept flowing and flowing, coating
her insides with it's heat, but neither of them really noticed.
The universal force of carnal knowledge was with them, in them,
filling their minds and bodies with a warmth like no other. They
were lost in a world of lust, and they didn't care. To coin a
phrase, they were simply out of their fucking minds.

Of course, the real Utopia never ends, but for the rest of us
mortals, including Rebecca and Rufus, time ultimately does not
stand still for ever. For all the energy they put into that
moment, eventually the clock moved on and it was over. She
slumped to the mattress, her inner thighs and legs coated with
the veritable flood of dog semen and female cum that issued from
her now vacant entrances. Gracefully slithering over her warm
skin, it pooled beneath her to form a very wet, wet-spot.  She
didn't notice.  The dog lowered his paws, bent his head to give
her one last, almost desultory lick then curled around to briefly
attend to his own toiletries. Within minutes they were both
asleep.

They stayed that way until daybreak.


                        -- The End --


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