March 22, 2006

horse pusy

“Samantha’s MotherCould Be A Bitch Too” 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 18 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 18.”"How old were you, 17, 18?”"18, 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 18 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 18 (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 tooThere 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 f 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 f 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 f, 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 f.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 f. 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 f. And f they did. And f. 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 This post has been edited by DoggyKnotlover on Mar 21 2006, 09:33 PM

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    1. dude ………..you are killing me………….I can’t read as fast as you posting…. thank you for the great stories……very cool

      Comment by cakewalk — March 22, 2006 @ 2:53 am

    2. WOW Outstanding story, makes me feel like I’m There. Thanks.

      Comment by pam2 — March 22, 2006 @ 3:33 am

    3. Great story

      Comment by dobiethriller — March 22, 2006 @ 4:05 am

    4. This is the last chapter of Samantha.. So you have samantha grows up part 1, samantha makes some discoveries part 2 and the final one which is this one samantha’s mother could be a bitch too part 3. I guess I made it confusing changing the names I figured ya all would see samantha and put the three together.. next time I will keep it in one thread..

      Comment by DoggyKnotlover — March 24, 2006 @ 3:54 am

    5. Wow.. excellent… now i realize i have to read the others. Thanks for all your efforts in writing and posting A big 10 from me

      Comment by zorro_1us — March 24, 2006 @ 4:12 am

    6. wow another great part loved it I hope part four is in the making drools

      Comment by buck r — March 24, 2006 @ 5:46 am

    7. Oh now this is just not fair I am all ready for Samantha and her mother to start “sharing” and you say that’s the end of the thread? Please reconsider – PLEASE?

      Comment by deeanne1975 — March 25, 2006 @ 12:47 am

    8. moved to fantasy section

      Comment by southflorida — March 30, 2006 @ 3:35 am

    9. ohhhhh that was somthing else id love to read your version of what happens in sams life thanks a mill god dashman

      Comment by dash312003 — March 31, 2006 @ 2:56 pm

    10. Oh please continue with samantha

      Comment by funcoupleny — May 3, 2006 @ 1:52 pm

    11. Great story, thanks for sharing.

      Comment by dave1951 — May 3, 2006 @ 5:15 pm

    12. More more more Wish I was mom or Samantha

      Comment by wetblonde2005 — May 4, 2006 @ 10:15 pm

    13. Darn good story. Worth continuing. Need to get back to samantha and her developing relationship with the dog. Very sexy all around.

      Comment by dofgleve — May 5, 2006 @ 9:24 am

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