From: Darkman <10436@www1.utech.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Sam and Max (M, dog, F, dog)
Date: 3 Mar 96 08:34:32 GMT

Editor's note: The original posting just trails off in midsentence.

			     Sam and Max

	Hmm, where to start? I suppose as with any other story the
beginning would be appropriate. I first met Sam - short for Samantha -
through the most unlikely of sources, my mother. Mom had her own
business and had decided to hire a little help to relieve her of some
of the manual labor thus freeing her to run things more effectively.
Now Mom lived in what most people would call "the Boondocks" and Sam
being local was simply a slightly backwards country girl: very, very
shy, used to hard work, not at all what you would call "pretty" but
wonderfully tiny (my particular turn-on).

	I all but fell in love with Sam when I first met her but
having had several catastrophic relationships in the preceding several
years I was nothing more than polite, friendly without ANY overtones
at all. I guess a part of me instinctively realized that this girl
needed to be approached slowly, with more than passing delicacy.

	As the months passed I ran into Sam at Mom's house several
times and slowly she warmed, becoming almost talkative. I learned from
Mom that Sam had an "odd" past: It seems that when she had been a
freshman in high school something had happened that had had such an
impact on her that she had flatly refused to attend school any more. I
myself sympathized with that, in twelve years of formal schooling I
had attended no less than ten different schools - I KNEW what it was
like to be the outsider. Still, somewhere in the back of my mind I
kept asking myself, "What could have been SO bad as to induce Sam to
simply quit?" It just didn't seem ordinary in any sense.

	Before continuing, perhaps a little info about Sam and I would
be in order: Sam is TINY, she stands barely 4'10" tall in her stocking
feet and weighs only 88 pounds. She has pretty brown eyes that always
seem to be watching everything, brown hair and as I've said previously
isn't what you would call "pretty" (though she certainly isn't ugly by
any stretch of the imagination). Curiously enough the very fact that
she wasn't any kind of a fox caused me to be even more attracted to
her - it's been my experience that the better looking a girl is the
more problems she has between the ears.

	Sam is very quick mentally and has a prodigious memory, I can
count on one hand all the times she has ever forgotten anything I've
told or related to her - this of course means that it's damn near
impossible to slide a lie past her because as we all know once you
start that you have to keep telling more to support the first one!

	But back to Sam: She's an absolute KILLER sight in the nude,
looking no more than fourteen years old tops (though in fact she was
turning twenty when I first met her ). Now, for a man my size I have
small hands but I can almost circle her upper thighs with either of
mine. Her breast are as tiny as the rest of her, hell I don't even
think they're three inches across! And in addition to all the
preceding the girl is naturally almost completely hairless in the
pubic region. In short, Sam is just a dirty old man's dream.

	I'm your standard Nordic type, Blue eyes, blonde hair (though
it's very dark blonde) weigh around 205 pounds and stand 6'2" tall.
Thanks to a legacy of several years of body building in my teenage
years my physique seems to have a limit to how bad it gets no matter
how much I neglect myself and I am told that that limit isn't anything
to be sneezed at. I've got the standard six inches or so erect though
it's rather thick but what God shorted me in in the equipment
department. he more than made up for in the control department.- I
have nearly complete control over my own sexual response and have on
occasion fucked for hours nonstop. At the time I met Sam I was
attending a midwest college finishing degrees in both Mathematics and
Physics and was I guess about thirty-three, but feeling like I was
getting older by the minute (Is that something that happens to
everyone in the mid thirties?).

	Well, getting back to the story: I really didn't think Sam had
the slightest interest in me and so initially thought that "Well,
here's some good fantasy material" and proceeded apace. And fantasize
I did. You see I have a very rich internal life so if Life doesn't
provide sufficient satisfaction in the form of physical reality I can
usually amuse myself. Have you ever noticed though that some of the
things you fantasize about end up turning you on so much that we can't
shake loose of them, they end up becoming things we want in the real
world. I had a fantasy like that - my favorite in fact.Owing to a few
personnel experiences with animals in my early teenage years and
finding out rather indirectly that a female cousin of mine was doing
the same I became very interested in bestiality.

	Yeah, that's right - bestiality... You know, people and
animals getting it on... fucking.

	When I was a teen the girls my age were nothing but teases,
you guys out there know what it was like Blue balls 24 hours a day for
YEARS. Well, one day I was home alone - horny as hell, as usual - and
I decided to do a little meat beating for relief. So there I was in my
bedroom "doin' it to it" and in walks our German Shepherd female. I of
course was busy and didn't pay her the slightest bit of attention -
till that is, she walked over and slid eight inches" of soft raspy
tongue up the side of my teen shaft! I damn near shit on myself it was
so unexpected! Then I realized that Sasha had in the preceding several
days been REALLY friendly, I began to wonder.

	Sasha was an older Shepherd - about ten - and hadn't as far as
I knew had a "heat" in years - yet the folks had been keeping her in
their room mainly during the week previous, the room that I had just
come out of ten minutes before after getting one of Dad's dirty mags.
I realized then that I must have failed to close the door fully in my
rush to get to the business at hand (a little joke there!). Sasha
continued to be really friendly and I didn't hesitate to let her keep
licking, Oh God it felt good!

	Well, after a couple of minutes - just as I was getting REALLY
turned on Sasha quit licking and simply turned around in place kind of
turning her head back to fix me with this intense gaze. I thought
"SHIT!!!!!! GODDAMNDOGGETSMEALMOSTTHEREANDTHENJUSTQUITS!!!!!!!!!"

	After a second or two though I realized that her stance was
just a little bit odd: she remained with her hindquarters facing me
watching me intently kind of panting and in response to my my hand
touching her on the back just above her tail she instantly faced
forward away from me AND RAISED HER TAIL UP HIGH TO ONE SIDE. It's
weird how a male of one species can instantly interpret a sexual
gesture on the part of a female of another and that's what I realized
then... that SASHA WAS HORNY TOO!!

	By the way you girls out there reading this, always bear the
following in mind: Teenage boys WILL fuck a snake if they can just get
somebody to hold it still for them!!!! Honestly, it's really that bad.
And please try not to ride your daughters too hard about sex, it's
resulted in the most fucked-up, sex-crazy generation of males on
record (Who still don't know when yes means yes or yes means NO!)

	Anyhow, I was on my knees behind Sasha at the speed of light
guiding my rock hard cock up against her with one hand while steadying
her hip with the other, she was nothing BUT cooperative and I remember
thinking "Ow wow!!! What a novel concept... an eager female!!!!" At
first the head of my cock slipped up against her, spreading her open a
bit but then it got really tight and I doubted whether I could get
anything done without hurting her. I watched her reactions carefully
and moved both hands onto her the dog's hips gripping them, thrusting
a little. Sasha continued to hold still, seemingly she didn't care to
be anywhere else in the world just then. I thrust harder then and she
did yelp once but instead of moving away I felt her shift back towards
me!!!!

	"Oh Fuck, this is GREAT!!" I thought and intensified my
efforts to press into her hot, super- wet channel. We had to work at
it for a minute or two but finally, relief! All of a sudden Sasha's
flexing orifice dilated and I groaned hugely as my tool sank up into
her a couple of inches, the texture and her grip around me were mind
blowing. But Sasha squealed as that happened and I froze hoping I
hadn't hurt her, she was really a great dog - super friendly and
loving - and I liked her a lot. so for a couple of seconds we just
stood there frozen like that, me afraid to move in her, Thankfully,
Sasha had been bred several times before and she at least knew what
was supposed to happen next.

	Just as I was about to start pulling myself backwards out of
her Sasha moved under my hands backing up against me... ONTO my turgid
cock. I silently breathed a sigh of relief "YES!!!! Oh god, no Blue
balls this time!!!!!!" In about a minute with our mutual efforts I
felt Sasha's incredible gripping vagina flexing around the very root
of my hardness and I knew I wouldn't last long. For those who are
interested, having your cock in a girl-dog is a lot like what it must
feel like having it in one of those things they milk cows with. From
there on it was nothing but hard fucking to the max - me thrusting
reflexively as fast as I could and darling Sasha hunching herself on
my cock with equal verve.

	I exploded hilt deep in our pet shooting torrents of teenage
jizm up into her, all but paralyzed till my muscles unclenched. As I
began thrusting again cum began dribbling from around my cock down the
backs of her haunches and smearing all over the front of my thighs -
messy yes, but SO nice!

	After that I found Sasha to almost always willing, if quite a
bit tighter when her heat ended. We fucked whenever I thought we could
be alone for a while. Truly, I don't think the folks ever caught on
though they did notice that Sasha and I were on a lot friendlier terms
after that and that I seemed a lot happier.

	In any event, I discovered very shortly thereafter that a
cousin of mine had gotten caught by her Mom in the midst of getting it
on with their male German Shepherd!

	Now I at that time didn't know a damn thing about how dogs do
their fucking but I overheard the folks talking about it when they
thought I was out of the house (I was reading alone quietly in the
basement, sitting next to one of the heating and cooling registers -
you know you can hear a conversation all the way at the other end of a
house through those things if the people all happen to be standing in
just the right positions) and I heard Mom telling Dad something I
didn't understand at all, "... terrible just terrible!! Louise said
she came home unexpectedly and heard a noise coming from Trisha's
room, she walked back there, opened the door slightly and there they
were: Trisha stark naked on all fours on the floor and Samson up on
her back doing it like crazy to her. She said she rushed in but it was
already too late, that Samson had already had enough time to "Tie"
with Trisha (Trisha was fifteen then) and that all she could do was
wait it out - making sure that the dog didn't injure her when he
dismounted, while they waited for him to be able to get it out of
her... "

	I was flabbergasted at the notion that a girl would do it with
a dog, "Hell, girls my age wouldn't even do it with us guys!!!" I knew
Trisha was a hot little thing and for some reason it just turned me on
so much knowing that my prim little cousin had been getting her
jollies off with the family pet. I didn't however, get a chance to
pursue the issue any further as regards Trisha, shortly after that her
mother packed her off to live with her father in Massachussets (if I
don't spell that state right my apologies to those who give a shit
I've NEVER been able to !!)

	Later on though as I time passed I learned what the "Tie" was
and that only served to sharpen my fascination with the notion of
women/girls with male dogs. You see, male canine physiology is nothing
like its human counterpart. Other than the obvious difference that a
dog's cock is carried in a sheath and emerges pre-lubricated and ready
for sex there's the "Knot", or "Bulbous Glandis" at the base of every
dog's cock which when after the animal has become sufficiently aroused
by coitus and has it in the female (Canine or otherwise!!!) swells
hugely such that the animal literally can't get it out of her for some
time. In essence - depending of course on the breed of dog you happen
to be fooling with - it's about the equivalent of something between a
mini- to a maxi- fist fuck... with dick on the end of that!

	A cautionary note to any females out there considering this
form of diversion: Make damn sure you know EXACTLY how big your dog
gets before the fact, DON'T find out during sex lest you end up
hospitalized. This is NOT a case of "What you see is what you get",
this is the case of "What you don't know could injure the shit out of
you!"

	A male Great Dane's knot may swell to three and a half inches
across at it fullest, but at that point there's also nine inches of
two plus inches thick cock in front of that. By comparison a Doberman
Pincer's knot swells to between thwo and ahalf and three inches- thick
at its fullest with merely five inches of one inch thick cock forward
of same. Careful, careful!! In short, know yourself and know the dog.

	So there's the genesis of my fascination, the preceding is not
intended to be an explanation of it - frankly I don't care about other
people's opinions here - but it is intended to explain how it came
about, now on to the story.

			     Knowing Sam

	Over time Sam and I got pretty comfortable with each other
though I was still very, very careful about downplaying any comments
which had a sexual connotation in her presence, intuiting that her
shyness would become an impassable wall if invoked. This approach
seemed to pay off and finally we got around to actual dating. As I
grew to know who and what Sam was my affection for her deepened.

	She is a truly kind person who means no ill to anyone, who
only hopes that others would treat her with equal concern. She doesn't
at all like the bar scene preferring instead to stay home and watch a
good comedy. I learned she loved to fish but hated hunting, thereafter
we spent many a summer's afternoon talking quietly waiting for a
nibble on our lines.

	One thing though remained outside of my reach; Twice I
gingerly broached the subject of her withdrawing from school, the
first time Sam simply became quiet and said, "Mark, I don't live in
the past let's not talk about it," but the second time I brought it up
I saw a look on her face which registered in my mind as physical pain
and she immediately asked to be taken home. I thought then that I had
seriously overstepped some invisible boundary and might not get
another chance with her, and by that point the thought of losing Sam
just as a friend was painful in more ways than one.

	I waited a few days, got my nerve up and called her. To my
surprise she was talkative and quite friendly. Since my folks were
gone I had the use of the house while I was in town so I suggested I
pick her up and we could get a good comedy or two for the evening. she
agreed immediately with enthusiasm and I wasted no time getting over
to her place to get her.

	For all that Sam had sounded eager over the phone when I
picked her up she was unusually quiet. I decided that the better part
of discretion at that point was to remain open but to press not at
all. The drive back to the folks place uneventful and far too quiet
for my taste. At that point I had been seeing Sam in more than the
casual sense for a little over a year.

	We got in got our munchies for the flicks and sat back to
watch. I noted that Sam seemed even more distant than she had on the
way back. I should tell you - in case you haven't already guessed -
that nothing physical had as yet happened between Sam and I though I
very much wanted it to. I was far too afraid of pressing the point
with her hoping instead that when the time was right for her it would
happen at a pace she'd feel comfortable with.

	We sat watching the movies for quite a while and Sam seemed to
grow more and more distant throughout, finally I decided enough was
enough and started to ask her what the hell was wrong but as I started
to speak she cut me off. "Mark I need to talk to you, I-there's some
things you have to know about me. You've been really patient - I know
that - and I've wanted... more with you for some time... I'm afraid
though that you you won't think very much of me after what I've got
say."

	I started to say "What the hell could possibly be so "off the
beam" that I'd think any less of you?" but before I could say a word
she cut me off with a wave of her hand, "No... Please, say nothing,
let me talk." she paused a moment then and the range of expressions
that passed over her sweet face in the space of less than a second was
eerie, I thought to myself "Whoa! Whatever it is it must really be
eating her alive!" then she began to talk and it all came out, not
infrequently haltingly.

			      The Secret

	"You've asked me before why I quit school, I"m sorry for being
so short with you but at times I was sure you already knew, that
someone from around here had told you and that your coming to see me
meant something -but you don't know do you?" I wasn't sure for an
instant whether the question was rhetorical or not but decided to go
ahead and answer, "Know what honey, WHAT could be so damned bad?!"

	"You mean no one has ever breathed a word to you of why I quit
school so early?" she asked me pointedly her eyes fixed on the floor
in front of her. I decided that what she needed was my silence so
reaching out I tipped her head back and turned her face towards me
signifying "No" by nothing more than a slow shake of my head from side
to side. Her eyes looked for all the world like she was about to cry,
something I would hardly expect from her under any circumstance (one
of the things I like about Sam is that she always seems to have an
inner strength to draw on).

	She spoke "I-I don't really know how to start this, I guess
it's best to just tell you the story. I've never had a boyfriend Mark,
you're my first.

	"Ever since you started asking me about school and why I left
I've felt like I was dying inside, that you'd started hearing the
story about me and... I know I'm not very good looking, I don't know
what it is that you see in me. At first, I thought that in some way
shape or form it was another trick being played on me by someone who
knew about "it" but I know that you're not that way - that's why I'm
telling you this now, I have to.

	"If you're around me much more then sooner or later someone is
going to make some snide little comment which you won't understand and
I'm not going to let a fight get started when you don't even know what
it's all about," again she paused, this time though her face was
almost expressionless, as if the weight of the thing she carried left
no room even for the slight effort of facial response, "I was always
way less developed than the other girls at school and the idea of
having a boyfriend was simply out of the question, the boys didn't
even look at me.

	"Too, that school is full of only two kinds of kids; the ones
whose parents are real well off, which is most of them and the rest of
us. I didn't even have any girlfriends in school most of the time - it
got awful lonely standing in the big crowds at school knowing that
nobody would even talk to me, and that was before "it" happened."

	At this point Sam again looked if she was about to cry, I
wanted to reach out and pull her to me but a little voice in the back
of my head said, "Leave her alone, shut up and listen and DO NOTHING!"
I don't usually have little voices talking to me inside my head soooo
I thought maybe I ought to do just that. Just then Sam started to
speak in a hoarse voice, "If you hung around with me for any length of
time Mark do you know what you'd eventually hear someone say to me?"
Understanding that the question was fundamentally rhetorical I simply
shook my head "No".

	"Well, you'd certainly hear something on the order of "Fucked
any good German Shepherds lately baby?" or something equally bad."
Sam's head was down at that point her gaze fixed on the floor some few
feet ahead of her. I wanted then to jump up and say gayly, "Surprise!
I do too!" but again the little voice in the back said "SHUT UP,
LISTEN AND DO NOTHING".

	In truth I knew that Sam was about to undergo a kind of
catharsis by telling this to me and if I were stupid enough to
interrupt her it would leave whatever we might have hung in some
formless Limbo, that she'd never be right with herself, or
me.Utilizing the most potent series of body commands at my disposal I
squelched an incipient hard-on that would have ripped a hole straight
through my jeans and just sat back and listened to her.

	"When I got to the high school I finally found what I thought
was a friend, let's just call her Debbie for the sake of the story.
Debbie was really nice to me even though she was one of the "in"
people. I tried to do everything with Deb though sometimes she was
busy, or just going out with her other friends. After a while I felt
like I could tell Deb anything - we talked about boy's and clothes and
school. I look back at it all now I regard myself as a fool for not
seeing Deb as she really was - just another one of the "in" crowd who
in my case took some strange pleasure in letting a little ragamuffin
tag along. We'd be around school and Deb would every so often make
snide little remarks about my clothes or about the fact that I didn't
even have tits.

	"It always embarrassed me that she did it only when other "in"
kids were around but she was as close as I had to having a friend and
without even thinking about it I'd excuse it as this or that - "No, of
course Deb wouldn't say things like like that to hurt me, it's just a
joke of some sort which I don't understand." I invited Deb to stay
over at my house several times but she was always too busy with her
other friends, then one time she surprised me and said OK, why not. I
was really excited about it, about having Deb over for a two person
slumber party, it was all I could think about for days. Deb's folks
were going out of town for the weekend and so it was suggested that
she stay at our house for the duration.

	"In retrospect I know that all it was was a cheap form of
babysitting for her folks, the change in plans didn't entirely sit
well with Deb either she was more than a little bit miffed when her
folks dropped her off on Friday. But you see, I was so wound-up about
having my very own friend stay over for the weekend that I excused her
peevishness and went sailing right along. I showed her all over the
farm that afternoon though she didn't seem entirely interested. I felt
her disinterest and trying to get her attention I suggested that we go
down to the kennels, that I thought that Dad was supposed to be
supervising a couple of breedings down there.

	"I knew that even then Sam's folks raised dogs, specifically
Labs, Huskies, and German Shepherds to name a few," she went on.

	"Well when I mentioned that I saw a gleam come into Deb's eye
and we were off. there was a place behind the shed - a separate, older
building adjoining it where we could peek through and watch what was
going on without anyone knowing we were there.We went to it like a
shot.

	"Deb seemed really excited by the idea of watching the dog's
doin' it and sure enough when we got there it was already going on. I
peeked through and saw that Dad had one of the husky females in the
breeding rack and was just then letting a big husky male mount her. I
watched for several seconds, it did kind of excite me to watch the
dogs breeding, watch the males mounting the females and putting their
long, wet, red things in them. I had watched it done dozens of times
by myself, even playing with myself while I watched imagining that I
was the female in the breeding rack. Well, Deb really wanted to see so
I let her at the peephole and after that I hardly got a chance at it
myself, she was fascinated with the process.

	"At one point Deb got so hot that she said "Oh God I need some
relief!" and unbuttoning her jeans she wormed one of her hands down
into her panties. To see through the hole we had to kneel down on the
dirt floor of the old shed which was attached to the breeding house
and kneeing there like that I could see the outline of Deb's hand
steadily working as she watched the dogs fucking. I figured that if
Deb could do it in front of me I could do it in front of her and so I
didn't hesitate to unzip my own jeans and slip them down over my
fourteen year old hips that still looked as if they belonged on a ten
year old.

	"Deb paused to look at me then grinning, she whispered "Yeah,
it's hot isn't it!" she wasn't referring to the weather either. Both
of us really got into the moment then and I began to hear Deb making
little gasps as she fingered herself. I kind of got worried that Dad
would hear her and catch us, "Shhhhhh, be quiet Deb!!" I breathed in
her ear "We'll get caught if you don't be quiet!!"

	"Deb quieted, but only a little, and I worried the whole while
that we'd be done for if Dad heard - the breeding shed was strictly
off limits to me. Finally, I got my chance at the crack again and I
saw that the big Husky (his name was Jack) had done it to the bitch-
dog and was just starting to get restless over her. Meaning that in a
few seconds he'd turn till he was standing rear to rear with her, his
big thing still swollen inside the bitch unable pull out. Deb was
really pestering me about what was going on so I whispered rapidly,
"Aw, they're just `hung-up`" Deb didn't seem to understand anything
about dogs. "What do you mean "hung-up", what's that?" I was no little
bit turned on by the view in front of me and said (as if speaking to a
child), "Silly, that's when the dog's thing swells up inside the girl
and he can't get it out for a while.

	"My parents would have been horrified I'm sure, just to learn
that I knew what that term meant, let alone to know that I had been
watching this spectacle for some few years by then. Deb got so wound
up after I told her that that she insisted on more time at the crack,
"You can see this anytime! Let me see!!" and after an instant's
thought on the matter I knew she was right so I walked over on my
knees to the the right a little letting her back in to see, besides it
was turning me on seeing Deb getting so hot.

	"Once back at the hole she was possessed, "Oh god, Oh, god...
he's turning around... he can't get it out of her!!!!" Under the
fabric of her jeans I could see little more than a blur her hand was
working so frantically and not ten seconds later Deb came. I figured
as wound up as she was she'd be screaming when it hit, but to my
surprise she bit her lip real hard and though I could see her shaking
all over she made only the faintest of sounds. Believe me I was
grateful, I'd figured the way she was building up to things we were
done for when she started cumming.

	"Afterwards we crept out as quietly as we could, I could tell
that Deb was blown away by what she had just watched and sure enough,
no sooner had we gotten out of earshot of the shed than she asked
me...