:mad:      I suppose one could say that it was Debbie Dierdre, and her mother’s destiny to become real bitches for dogs. After all, Debbie was raped by her own brother Johnny at the age of 16 a year after her father died in an airplane accident. Then raped again six months later by a group of black gang bangers, after being kidnapped right off the street, and who, just for fun, had their mascot Butch, a large mixed Boxer breed, lick her clean between each guy who took a turn at her. The dog’s silky insidious tongue doing more for Debbie’s peace of mind during that tramatic weekend with a knife constantly at her throat, than any of those youthfully rough, and bragging gang members could have.
Of course, Debbie never told anyone about either rape, not even her mother who was too busy working as a legal secretary to support them at the time because of the wait for the insurance money, and the law suit that was going on then, to keep track of her daughter. No, she kept it all to herself, too afraid of the consequences it might bring to her family, especially her mother, who she loved very much. Thankfully, a year to the day after her brother first raped her, her mother, Christine Dierdre, at a very youthful age 34 became a very rich widow, and moved the whole family to a Cleveland subburb, sending Debbie’s brother Johnny off to military school to hopefully make a man out of him, leaving the two women comfortably alone, and together at last on their new 56 acre estate Debbie’s first year of high school.
It was the third week after Debbie had made the Cheerleading Squad at J.P. Morgan High School that Sam and Brad came into her life. Two very large, and very personable twins, Sam and Brad were also two very nosey Great Danes.

“Don’t pay any attention to them when they sniff at you like that dear,” her mother instructed when she brought them home that first day and both dogs poked their noses straight up Debbie’s short cheerleader skirt, making her blush remembering a certain Boxer, “its just their way of getting to know you is all, and they’re otherwise very well trained, honey. Just make sure you keep their water bowls full, and only feed them once a day. They’ll let us know when they need to go outside to do their business, and after I show them around the place they won’t stray from our property. They’re very smart puppies.”
“You call these, Puppies?!” Was just about all Debbie could choke out about the miniature pony sized dogs licking at her crotch fore and aft as if Debbie, a natural blond all of five foot nothing, weighing in at 95 lbs. and measuring 35C-17-33 and still growing were their next meal.
“Well, they are only nine months old,” Christine laughed as she headed out the door with both dogs in tow, “but I’m sure they’ll be wonderful companions, and watch dogs around here.”
“Yeah, but who’s going to watch them,” whispered the flushed teenager with tongue slobbered panties as the door closed, “or me?”
Debbie knew she had to get a grip on herself. But the fire that those two tongues had started in her loins was just too much like the fire Butch had caused when she was getting gang raped, and she just couldn’t get it out of her mind. Like a war verteran who has seen too much at too tender an age her mind flashed back to that terrible weekend, and how after the first one had raped her they set the dog on her to lick her soiled vagina clean for the next rapist. Only the dog’s tongue did more than just clean and scour out Debbie’s pussy. That tongue had turned her into a wanton sexual dynamo ready for the next dick in line, and then the next, and the next, and the next… And each time Debbie had been on the vurge of cuming from the dog’s frantic licking, one of the gang members would slip in between her thighs and interrupt what surely would have been the greatest moment in Debbie’s young life if the animal had been allowed to finish her off, but he wasn’t, and she never did with any of those boys rough handling until…and she banished that next thought before it even got started. Good girls didn’t think about such things, at least not normal girls, let alone fantasize about such a thing ever happening, the way it had.
“I wonder what you’d say, mother, if you knew I’d been a real dog’s kinda bitch once?”
If Debbie expected her mother to pop back in and answer her question, she was saddly mistaken. However, she hurried up to her own neat as a pin bedroom closing the door quietly behind her so that she wouldn’t be disturbed while scratching a certain itch between her wet thighs. Then she’d take a long bubble bath to calm herself down. She didn’t want Sam and Brad getting a wiff of her in this state of excitement. There was no telling what would happen if they ever caught her alone and in heat the way she was now. Debbie already was well aware how she might react if they ever did. She’d proven that with Butch, much to the humiliating laughter of her tormentors that day. Their taunting mantra of, “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” still haunted her dreams.
“Maybe if I just ignore them,” Debbie said to herself, easing into the steaming bubble bath after a vigorous heated digital self manipulation in her bedroom that left her more than a little frustrated, “yeah, and pigs can fly, right bitch?” her mind echoed.

As it turned out, the next two weeks of Debbie’s life became routine. Wake up, check the water bowls, and go to school, then there was cheerleading practice after school, then a shower and home to do her homework before dinner time, and feeding the two dogs. Debbie’s mother had taken the habit of walking Sam, and Brad after dinner while Debbie did the dishes, and did touch up cleaning around the house. Christine always returning looking flushed just in time for a few hours of sitting together talking and watching TV before it was Debbie’s bedtime. Debbie had seen her mother being pulled along at a run behind the twins several times, which explained the flushed and out of breath state her mother was in after taking the dogs out for their nightly walk, and was glad for her mom when she declared that the animals no longer needed to be on their leashes, that they would now stay on the property as they were trained to.
With the care and feeding of the twins now in Debbie’s capable hands, and their exercise just a matter of opening a door to let them out, Christine was free to join local social events, and that soon took up much of her mothers spare time from that point on. The twins seemed to accept the change easily enough, and became good friends with Debbie within a week of the transfer of power. As Debbie quickly learned, Sam and Brad could be taught any trick, and often worked as a team when chasing a stray rabbit or squirrel on the palatial grounds of her mother’s new estate.
It was almost a month to the day after the Great Danes arrival though when Debbie saw the twins hunt, chase, and capture their first rabbit, that her world fell inside out. The screaming rabbit shook her to the core as the two dogs ate it from the hind quarters forward. The look of utter satisfaction as the two licked their lips afterwards in total contentment made a shiver of fear, and anxiety run through her the likes of which she hadn’t known since the gang rape.
The twins, spotting Debbie standing near the pool sauntered over, and of course started sniffing at her crotch covered only in her bikini swimwear as she had wanted to take advantage of perhaps the last good sunny Indian summer day left to strengthen her tan. Too late Debbie realized that the two dogs smelled more than they would have if she hadn’t caught their act with the helpless rabbit.
Two sets of ears suddenly layed back, at the scent of fear, then both dogs became ridged as if frozen in time as they caught the subtle esence of something more interesting. Debbie’s heat. The flavoring in her bikini bottoms becoming more evident by the moment as their mistress also stood there frozen, or nearly so. And that’s when Debbie noticed both dogs underbellys, and the bullet like bright red slimy erections poking out of the two canine’s sheaths.
“Oh shit,” Debbie moaned, about to make a run for the house and safety, when Brad’s jaw opened and clamped onto her left thigh, not breaking the skin as Sam started a gutteral growling deep in his throat.
It was then that things really flipped around, as Sam, licking his chops took a quick look around as if to see if anyone was watching them, then nuzzled his brother’s right shoulder. Brad instantly let go of Debbie’s left thigh, but pushed her towards the house with a urgent head butt to get her moving. Sam staying ahead, as they worked the trembling teen like sheep dogs, ever advancing on the house with her completly under their combined command.
For a mere moment Debbie had hoped that once at the back door she’d be able to evade the twins and their nudging growling control over her, but just before the three of them arrived, Sam went into the house through the new doggy entrance built right in the door only the day before by her thoughtful mother’s occasional handyman.
“I’m dog food now,” Debbie gulped down as much of her anxiety as she could as she was shepherded into the kitchen by the tag teaming Great Danes.
Once inside the house the two dogs really began to growl in earnest, their cocks sticking out from their sheaths six inches and still growing. Then Sam took things into his own teeth, and sinking them into Debbie’s bikini bottoms ripped the delicate cloth right off of the teen’s flesh in two jerking tugs. This caused the girl to tetter on her feet so that when Brad jumped up, and shoved, she fell to the floor on her hands and knees with her butt up, and naked in the standard doggy fucking position.
“Noooooooooooooooo!” Debbie screamed.
But just as suddenly Sam’s maw was around her neck warning her to stay completely still and keep quiet. Sam held her like that as Brad hopped up, and mounted Debbie’s backside. The teenager’s trembling took on a violence all its own as the weight of the Great Dane on her back now covered her spoon fashion, his young prick poking at the back of her thighs trying desperately to sink his dick into his bitch; Debbie. Mortified beyond words, and at the mercy of these two animals Debbie could only cry now, and await their bestial pleasure.
Seemingly unfamiliar with the act of mating at only nine monthes of age, and not being able to get his dick into the girl on the first try, Brad dismounted, and tried a new tactic. Moving in behind the girl as his brother held her in place by the neck, Brad took a tentative lick at the blond fur covered muff, and liking the taste decided to give that little pink slit a little more tasting. This did wonders for all concerned as Debbie began to relax, and even wag her hips back at the scouring oral digit as it stoked the fires she’d hidden for so long into a raging inferno of pleasure. That tongue swiping up the full length of her crack from clitty to the top of Debbie’s ass, then sliping inside of her pussy to roam at will along the inner lining, painting a fiery trail very familiar to her tortured soul. And the more that tongue licked the more Debbie’s pussy lubricated until after what had seemed an eternity of waiting for just this moment, Debbie started to cum like a Chernoble melt down.
“Ah, uhn, ooooooooooooooohhhh! Ooooooooooooooo! Cum…..ing! I’m…cum…ing!”
With the girl’s ass wagging, and her back humping up and down now, Brad once again jumped up on Debbie’s back end, this time laying his full weight down on her, and as luck would have it, his pointy barbed tip slid right into the weeping wet furry folds of her liquid heat. A quick adjustment a moment later and Brad sunk every inch of his canine prick into his bitch and started a furious fucking action.
“Ah…..oh…..uhng….yes…yes…..yesssssssssssssssss!”
With his brother firmly mounted on their bitch now, and her no longer struggling, Sam’s mouth opened and released Debbie’s neck leaving teeth marks that even now were disappearing. Then he gave her an unneeded warning growl as he stepped back a step to see if there was a way for him to get in on this action. His own prick literally bouncing up and down under his belly as his heart sent blood throbbing through Sam’s body making his cock stick out close to 9 thich inches long now with a growing bulge back at the base beginning to form. He must have decided that since Brad had a hold on one end he’d try mounting the other end of their bitch, and hopped up on Debbie’s shoulders over top of Brads head, and began humping away.

Debbie was barely aware of her surroundings when Sam’s dog dick started slapping her in the face, she’d cum twice since Brad had entered her, and it was only a coincidence that her mouth popped open in a groan as Sam’s dick lurched forward, and went straight in between her parted lips and slid into her mouth along her tongue. Startled, the beleaugered teen closed her mouth around the invader, and before she realized it, Debbie was being fucked at both ends of her body by two Great Danes simultaniously, and in her mind once again she heard the taunting mantra; “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” with every thrust of dog dick into her flesh, only this time she was cuming like a real bitch would.
Her mind a fertil playground as it had been that day with Butch saw her as if disembodied and standing over to the side watching herself, and she shivered in climactic bliss at the picture of her there on the kitchen floor on all fours naked save for her bikini top as two dog’s cocks sawed in and out of her. One fucking her pussy, and the other getting sucked off, but both of them using Debbie to vent their rutting lust. Both Great Danes fucking their bitch simultaniously, doggy fashion, as was only proper, and from two separate ends. The one in Debbie’s cunt already tied with his knot as big as a baseball locked in her pussy, and the one fucking her face slapping her lips with his knot on every inward stroke.
Yes, to Debbie’s way of thinking, she surely was a bitch now, even smelled like a dog, but she wouldn’t have changed places with anybody right then for all the human cock in the world, and she started to suck ravenously at the dog dick in her mouth as the one in her cunt began pissing dog jism, scalding her soul, and setting off a new level of perverse orgasmic bliss that lowered her to the level below a dirt crawling worm.
In twenty minutes it was all over, with both Brad and Sam looking rather sheepish, their heads bowed low, and tails tucked between their hind legs as if waiting some kind of punishment for their behavior after having just dismounted from their mistress after using her as a bitch. Debbie slowly got up onto her two feet, dog spunk pouring from her abused slit down along her inner thighs as it raced to puddle on the kitchen floor, and more dripping from her chin, down her neck to her cleavage.
“Well,” Debbie said after a moment to catch her breath, and noticing the two dogs cringe right away at the sound of her voice, “I guess if you two won’t tell anyone, I sure as hell won’t,” and giving each a pat on the head, and a scratch behind the ears added, “I think what we all need now is a good bubble bath, jacuzzi style,” and after retrieving her bikini bottom, made her way up the stairs to the bathroom to clean up, with both dogs following close on each side of her.

Chapter Two:

Christine, try as she might, just couldn’t find the keyhole with her key she was so drunk. At last giving up as a sudden stroke of genius lit up her mind. The new dog entrance in the back might be just big enough for her small frame to fit through if she went in sideways. Finding the back door though once she’d set on her new course was another thing, and it took her three trips around the house before she found it.
“Never again,” Christine swore as she squirmed through the small swinging door until she ended up on the floor in the kitchen. Meaning she’d never accept a drink from an old lecherous widower trying to bed her down. It had turned into a drinking contest that could only end up one way. With him passed out, and her seeing double. Neither of them much good to the other in that condition, and alcohol always made Christine hornier than a three peckered Billy goat.
“Huh? Oh, hello boys,” Christine said to the four Great Danes surrounding her as she got up onto her hands and knees to try and stand, only to flop on her face and chest as a great weight landed suddenly on her back knocking the wind out of her as well as conciousness.
Christine stayed out as one after the other the two twin Great Danes took her there on the linoleum floor of the large kitchen. Her pantyless ass sticking up in the air framed by her black nylon stockings and garter belt becoming the perfect target for their enthusiastic all night gang bang. Each fucking her in turn three times during the course of the night without her knowledge. The only evidence left, after both dogs licked everything up, was the silly, just fucked thoroughly rotten smile on their mistresses face when dawn’s light broke through the kitchen windows.

“Mom?!” Filtered through Christine’s brain the fifth, or perhaps the sixth time around, awaking the 35 year old blond bomb shell spralled out face down on the kitchen floor at 8am.
“Uh, um sorry, pumkin. I promise, never again!” Christine managed, her head throbbing like a baseball bat had hit it several times for a home run, and she barely got her black dress back down over her naked ass as Debbie came over to help her up. “I guess I got a little drunk last night…oooooh, my aching back! I swear I was bowled over by a Mack truck on the way home. My head is so big I..ulp!” And she just made it to the kitchen sink in time to throw up there.
“Come on,” Debbie giggled, moving over to prop up her mother’s left side with her own body, “let’s get you up to bed before I head off for school.”
It wasn’t until Debbie helped her mother out of what little clothing she had on that Debbie spotted the tell tale dried scum flakes littering the inside back of Christine’s black dress, and wondered who had seduced her mother. All the rest of the day at school, all Debbie could think of was, “Animal, or human?” If animal cum, it had to have been the twins, but if it were human, as was more likely, taken into account the fact that her mother didn’t have on any panties, or chewed up ones laying around, then who? And did Debbie dare to ask her mother in either case, because Christine certainly wouldn’t remember in the shap she’d been in last night.

When Christine awoke again, it was around noon time, and the three asprin she’d taken before conking out in bed had done their job. However with her mind clearing of the fog from earlier that morning came the knowledge that her daughter had found her in a most rumpled, and unladylike disposition that morning on the kitchen floor. Christine also was aware that her cunt had been stretched out by a cock last night, as was evident by the tenderness of her pussy and the wet spot on her silk bed sheet, but by whose cock? Not that old widower, that was for sure. He’d been three sheets to the wind passed out before she grabbed a cab home.
“The cabby?!” Christine almost shouted, but thought better of that when blood pulsed to her head as she sat up. “Oooooooh, easy does it Chris, this is no time for an epheny.”
Crawling out of bed hanging on to her head with her right hand, Christine headed for her bathroom, and a nice long steamy bubble bath in her jacuzzi. In no time she felt the knots in her aching muscles ease away, and the queasiness settle in her stomach as the butterflies disolved in her brain. Christine didn’t get drunk very often, but thankfully when she did, she always recovered rather quickly. By one o’click in the afternoon, she was once again her old spunky self ready to work in the new garden, and sweat a little more of the booze from her system.
Deciding on just a halter top, an old pair of cut-off jeans with barely any crotch left, and her sandles, Christine headed out the back door, this time on two legs, grabbed some equipment from the tool shed and put everything in a wheelbarrow before strolling out to her garden by the edge of the woods surrounding her estate. Christine hadn’t thought twice about buying her new home once she’d seen it. And even as big as the place was, she knew that it wasn’t too big for her and Debbie to handle all by themselves. In fact the old servants quarters had been turned into a guest house for visiting family members should the need ever arise, as Christine had no intentions of paying people to pamper, and fuss over them when they could do what little cleaning up of their own messes was needed.
The estate itself, perfectly secluded, had the best state of the art security system installed only a year before they’d arrived, and now with Brad and Sam roaming around, a burglar would have to think mighty hard about whether the effort of stealing from them was worth what he’d get for his troubles, and that too, wasn’t going to be much. All of Christine’s money was safely in the bank or invested in real estate, or the markets. She kept nothing of real value on the property, save for her daughter and herself, and of course, the two Great Danes that were even now racing around the back yard playing with some rabbit or squirrel.
“You two just keep out of my garden,” Christine chuckled under the blazing sun as she passed them, “I don’t want to see any dog do do in amongst my potatoes. The cow manure smells bad enough.”
Moments later she reached the edge of the woods where she kept her garden, and set right to work hoing out the weeds that had flurished since she’d last tended it, taking notice that the pumkins were ready to harvest, and looking forward to canning them for pumpkin pie. Most of her havest was already in, and she was only really doing maintance, and planting for next spring’s crop. It was only when Christine needed to pass some water, and not wishing to trek all the way back to the house, and instead went into the woods that she spotted the wild strawberry patch inside the woods in a little clearing as she squatted down next to an old elm tree to pee.
“Well alright,” Christine breathed, “I’ll surprise Debbie tonight with a little strawberry short cake for desert, and harvest the rest tomorrow.”
Pulling up her cut-offs, but not taking the time to zip and button them up in her haste Christine was soon down on all fours gathering wild strawberries into a small plastic bucket unaware that she’d just made an unpardonable mistake. She heard the growl behind her, and looked over her right shoulder as both Brad, and Sam approached.
“What is it boys?” Christine asked, worried that their might be an unknown predetor, or even a dangerous snake nearby, and froze in place, immediately looking around for either one.
Had Christien gotten up on her two hind legs then, nothing might ever have taken place. The twins would have seen her as their two legged mistress, and owner, and not a bitch in heat wagging her ass in their faces like a red flag in front of a furious bull. However Christine’s first reaction wasn’t to stand up, and that’s when the manure slapped the wind, so to speak.
Brad, always the first to go exploring, moved right up behind Christine and sniffed at the seam that was all that was left of the crotch of Christine’s cut-offs, and like a thong it was dividing her pussy lips and ass cheeks exposing her to the elements, and Brad’s nose, and most especially, his tongue. Since the bitch was already down on all fours in apparant readiness, Brad took a swipe at her rear with his tongue along the entire grove of her exposed behind.
“What the..?” Christine’s head turned to once again look over her shoulder, and this time her eyes grew very large at what she saw taking place back there. She remembered telling Debbie not to worry about the dogs sniffing at her crotch, but it had never occured to Christine that the two male dogs might look at the only two females on their turf as possible sex partners, after all, they were only nine and a half months old, just puppies really. Weren’t they? But then that tongue of Brad’s sliced up Christine’s groove once again, and that wasn’t any puppy kiss she’d ever heard of, and the result was a keening moan that passed through Christine’s lips, “ooooooouuummmmm! Oooooooh nooooooooooo!”
Christine’s pussy suddenly turned traitor on her as heat flushed through her flesh like molten lava through an old river bed. She hadn’t had any sexual contact since her husband had died going on two years now, save for last night, and she couldn’t remember anything about last night, good or bad she’d been so drunk. When suddenly Brad mounted her, and her arms almost gave out, and that’s when she remembered coming in through the doggy entrance.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Christine cried out as six solid inches of dog cock suddenly sliced passed the crotch seam of her cut-offs, and into her pussy, and then Brad growled, and nipped at Christine’s neck near her right shoulder.
Not breaking her skin, just warning her to be still as he reajusted his hind legs holding her tight around her thin waist before shoving the other three inches of canine prick he owned into Christine’s cunt. It hadn’t been the cabby after all, it had been the dogs who had fucked her last night! Dogs! Her mind awhirl with recriminations, and slanderous permeutations of what was happening to her here out in the open where anyone could just walk up and find her being screwed by her own dogs like some bitch holding up traffic. And then Brad started to saw his nine inch canine prick in and out of Christine’s snatch and her whole world exploded into a haze of perpetual orgasmic misinterpritations as her titties bounced in her halter top to the beat against her jiggling ass from the pounding dog on her backside.
“Ooooooooh, oooooooooooh yesssssssss! Oooooooooooooooooo yeah, baby! Uhn, oh, uh huh, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! I’mmmmmmmmmmm! Cummmmmmmmmminnnnnggg!”

Brad, upon hearing this bitch moaning in pleasure began to speed up his thrusts. Sam was keeping lookout for the younger one, just in case, but he would be impatient for his first turn at this bitch. Once they both dropped a nut in any bitch they were tag teaming things moved a lot more easily, and each could take their time the second go-around with the bitch, and the third, and so on. By that time the bitch had no fight left in them.
It was always the first time around that the fucking went fast and furious for them, as if it might be their last chance before dying. Still, one never really knew with these hairless bitches, and both Brad and Sam had been thoroughly trained as sporting dogs for the past year and a half, before being sold to the kennel that Christine had bought them at, under forged papers that stated they were only nine month old innocents, instead of fully grown two year old human female trained fuck studs.
So far neither of the females had been any real trouble to them at all, and Brad looked forward to an escalating of their training. It might take up all winter long before these two would squat down on all fours on request, but eventually the hairless ones would come to see things the twins way. These hairless bitches always did, eventually, if you took it slowly with them, step by step so to speak. Just like chasing rabbits.

Chapter Three:

Johnny arrived home from Sgt. York Military Acadamy the Friday morning before Thanksgiving looking a lot taller than he had when he left. He’d filled out a bit in the chest and arms, and looked as clean cut in his military haircut now as a 50’s preppy, and a lot less cock sure of himself than he had been before he was shipped off to the acadamy by his mother. The military school was indeed making a man out of him, whether he wanted them to or not.
His room, or the one he’d only lived in for a week before leaving, was as neat as a pin, something it had only been for a whole day after they first moved in to the new estate. His stuff was still there, only everything was clean, neat, or folded and put away where it belonged in his dressers, or the closet, or on the shelves. In fact it was almost as sterile here as it was forced on him at the acadamy, but for some reason that Johnny couldn’t quite fathom, he appreciated it now.
Everything else at home, or as he’d refered to it bach at school as; the estate, looked pretty much as it had when he’d left, save for the two additions to the family, Brad and Sam the twin Great Danes his mother had bought while he was away. They seemed friendly enough around his sister and mother, and never were very far from either one since Johnny’s arrival. In fact he thought it rather strange the way Debbie and Christine fawned over the two dogs as if they were something special, even royalty didn’t have it as good as these two dogs.
But worst of all, Johnny didn’t dare try anything with his superfine looking sister, at least ways not sexually while one of those damned mutts were around her, and one or the other always seemed to be right there at her side day and night. Hell, one even slept at the foot of her bed, he’d checked that the first night home. And he’d already been warned away by Brad’s low growl once, and they were just too fucking big of a breed for Johnny to tangle with all alone. He needed some kind of leverage if he was ever going to get any pussy from his sister during this Thankgiving vacation.
Then fate stepped in late Monday night as Johnny stepped out to go see if a friend of his was home. He barely made it to the edge of the property when he remembered that he’d forgotten his set of keys to the house, and started back to retrieve them from his night stand in his bedroom.
Johnny knew something was up the moment he stepped in the front room coming through the back door, and found the TV blaring and nobody watching it with the dogs no where in sight. At first he thought they’d been invaded perhaps by a burglar, but the dogs would have eaten that poor moron. No, something else was going on here, and he was just the person to find out, too.
Quietly he made his was to the security monitoring room in the basement, found the key to open the door where his mother had hid it on the shelf under the soap, and slipped inside. He found the tape machines running, but the monitor screens were turned off, so he turned them on, then started to dial in each room in the house one by one until at last he found them. They were all in the renovated guest house living room out in back of the pool area.
“Well, well, would you look at that,” Johnny wolf whistled at the scene there before him on the center monitor screen as his mother and sister stripped down to of all things black garterbelts and nylon stockings in front of the two dogs, “I’ll be a…….! HOT DAMN! Johnny’s getting some family pussy after all!”
He reached over to the sound switch and turned it up, then grabbed a fresh blank video tape, and popped it into the VCR, set the record speed on normal, and just sat back and enjoyed the show.

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Debbie was the spitting image of her mother at that same age, and even now, almost naked, one could hardly tell that the two weren’t sisters, but were indeed mother and daughter. Though Christine’s hips were slightly wider due to child bearing she had no stretch marks, just a softer lower more femininely mature belly than the scrubboard abs of the teenaged version. Not Rubenesck by any stretch of the imagination, mind you, just more hour glass curvacious is all. Even their blond thatch, trimmed to leave their pussy lips bald, looked the same, and matched the color of the hair on their heads, though that’s where they differed, not in length so much as in the cut as both had hair down to their mid backs. They also had something else in common. They were both total fuck bitches for the two Great Danes now.
“I think Brad wants you to suck him off while Sam fucks me this time,” Christine’s voice tremored in an obvious heat induced trance like state as she got down on all fours next to Sam.
“I think so too mother,” Debbie said, squating down next to Brad and taking hold of the animal’s prick in her right hand, and bending her head guided the dog’s cock to her mouth to start sucking it.!
“Oh yes, he’s smiling,” Christine said as Sam sauntered in behind her and hopped lazily up onto her back, and slid his dog dick right into Christine’s bald wet slit, “ooooooh shit! That’s so nasty when he does that,” she gasped, then started a slow rocking motion werein she was actually fucking herself on Sam’s dick. Her human pussy sliding back and forth over the length of Sam’s dog cock, her breasts waving, and bouncing on her chest under her like cow’s udders do when they come home to the barn for milking all full and swollen.
“I love being their bitch,” Debbie commented, coming up for air for a moment then diving right back down to swallow Brad’s canine cock whole once again, only now she went down on all fours so that he could mount her shoulders and fuck her face properly.
“You and me both, baby! You and me both! Oooooooooooh, uhn, ah, oh, ah, oh yeah! Fuck me you dirty bastard! Oh shit, he fucks mommy so nasty goooooooooooooooooood, baby! I’m his bitch for life!”
“Me to!” Debbie choked in around the dick spearing her throat.
“That a girl, suck that dog cock you little bitch! Suck it! Suck it all! Oh fuck! I’m cuming! I’m cummmmmmmminnnnnnnnnggggggggg like a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!”
Sam suddenly started to pound the shit out of Christine’s pussy, no longer content to just ride as her clasping and unclasping pussy did their magic on his throbbing red rod of power. His cock knot growing inside of Christine to the size of a baseball when at last securely tied gave the go ahead to his testicals, and doggy sperm rushed through that long hard pipe to splatter against the cramped wet linning of Christine’s cunt, and once full leaked out to dribble down onto the carpeting below.
“He’s coming in me hon!” Christine cried out. “He’s coming in his bitch again!”
Debbie was too busy gulping down Brad’s copious load at the moment to comment, but she was with her mother in body and soul.

************

“Again,eh!” Johnny mumbled from the video room looking on as he stroked his own cock. “I was wondering, just how often you two do this sort of thing?”
And he turned in the chair then to face his blushing mother and sister after turning off the VCR. Of course they had no answer. None that would suffice, at least, and they all knew he had them in a cross fire. The tape in the machine obviously just a copy of the original he’d already told them he had hidden away safe.
“What is it that you want Johnny?” Christine asked.
“I want the same thing that you give those fucking dogs of yours,” he replied to her astonishment, then embellished further, “I want you bitches to fuck and suck me off when ever I’m in the mood, and I don’t want any shit from those two mutts of yours either, or the original tape will go out on the evening news!”
“But that’s incest!” Christine declared aghast.
“Oh, and fucking dogs like a bitch is okay, right?” He snickered. “Besides, I’ve been fucking Debbie since she was thirteen!”
Christine whirled on her daughter hearing that, and was about to cry foul when Debbie simply said, “He means rapping mother.”
“Rape, consent, whatever. The fact is, your asses belong to me now, as much as they do to those two damn dogs. Got it?”
The two women nodded in hopeless consent. They had no choice in this matter anymore, if they even had one to start with, once Johnny found out about their little bestial orgies.
“Now get down here,” Johnny pointed to his hard dick, “and suck off some human cock for a change mother! I’ve been dying to get my hands on you since puberty!”
“No.” Christine replied. “Not until I see you destroy those tapes. I’m not going to let you black mail us, and neither will the dogs when they find out about this. But that isn’t the point. We are wealthy now Johnny. Those tapes, while they exist are too dangerous to all of us. You’ll have to trust me on this son, or you might as well just send off those tapes now, and ruin us all. But you won’t get any pussy from me or your sister as long as those tapes are in existence! You already know everything, so there isn’t any need for them anyway. Is that clear!”
Johnny gave what she said a great deal of thought. After all, she was right, he did already have the goods on both of them, and the tape would make him as much a laughing stock as it would them if it were let out. He reached under the counter then, and pulled the original from under the counter where he had taped it with duct tape, then handed both copies to his mother, who handed them to Debbie to go burn in their fireplace while Christine went down on her knees between Johnny’s legs, and took hold of his seven hard inches.
“One more thing, son,” Christine said taking hold of his balls in her other hand, and giving them a little squeeze, “there’ll be no more rape in this family. If you want some pussy, and the dogs aren’t using us, then just ask. Is that clear?” And she squeezed his nuts a little harder for emphasis.
“Ow shit! You got it!” Johnny yelped.
“Good,” and Christine let go of his balls, and bending her head parted her lips over the crowned head of her son’s prick, and sucked in his cock like a spagetti noodle, right down to the short hairs.
“Oooooooh fuck yes!” Johnny groaned in intense pleasure as he watched his own mother swollow his dick whole in one gulp.
He’d always had this fantasy of her down there between his knees sucking like a two dollar whore on his cock, and now fantasy met reality at last, and it was better than the dreams. His mother was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, and sexy even when she tried to be dumpy. The woman just oozed with that, ‘come fuck me,’ look that no magazine could ever truly replicate in a centerfold. Perhaps it was all in his head, and maybe partly because she was his mother, and therefore untouchable, but that made it all the more exciting to Johnny’s way of thinking, just as it had when he’d fucked Debbie. To think that these two gorgeous babes were consenting to be the bitches of those Great Danes, when they could whistle up any human cock within a fifty mile radius, just boggled his mind. After all, what kind of woman would actually prefer dog dick over human cock? Let alone allow herself to be turned into a dog’s real bitch?
The jealous growl that came from beyond the doorway as Brad came into view answered Johnny’s questions better than any human voice could have. But it was at that moment that Johnny remembered something his dad had told him when he’d begged him for a puppy once.
“Just remember son,” his father had said handing over the leash to Miss-T, a short terrier, “dog is man’s best friend, treat him, or her fair and kind, and they can’t help but obey your every command.”
Misty had died a month later chasing a car down the street, and they’d never gotten another dog until his mom bought the twins.
“Hey mom,” Johnny tapped her right shoulder, “why don’t you get out of those clothes so Brad can join us in here,” then looking straight at the large dog once his mother’s ass was bare, and patting her back said, “come on boy, I don’t mind sharing her. Come on, she won’t mind either.”
Brad’s ears came up at that offer. He hadn’t expected the new male to want to share the bitches, but if he was, then he was welcome to the pack as far as Brad, and his brother were concerned. The two bitches had six holes to fuck, and that was twice as many holes as there were pricks to fuck them, even with the two legged stud taking his turn at them. Without any further delay Brad jumped up on Christine’s back, and slid his dick right up her pussy as she continued to suck her son’s cock with gusto.
“Wow! This is kinky! Good boy!” Johnny laughed scratching behind the dog’s ears as Brad’s humping motion pulled and pushed his mother’s mouth up and down his cock in a steady fast paced rhythm that was so wonderfully natural. In less than five minutes Johnny was cumming in his mother’s cock sucking mouth for the first time in his life, and loving it as the dog came up her tied cunt. “Yeah! Oh fuck yeah! That’s it! Cum in her pussy boy! Cum in the bitch! Cum right up my mother’s cunt doggy! She loves this nasty shit!”
Christine continued to suck Johnny’s cock until there was nothing left of his load, even licking up off of her chin the little that had spilled out from over her lips before letting go of her son’s dwindling prick. Then patting Brad on the head as he got up, Johnny went in search of Debbie, and Sam. He didn’t have to go far either as they were just outside of the monitor room around the doorway out of sight, and like her mother, Debbie was down on all fours, only Sam was mounted on her shoulders fucking her face.
“Good boy!” Johnny said to Sam in greeting then, as if the dog would understand, “I guess since you’ve got heads Sam, I’ll take the tail end,” and moving in behind Debbie’s heart shaped wagging ass, Johnny took hold of his sister’s hips, and with his dick getting hard all over again, lined it up on Debbie’s moist slit, and just slid it in like old times until he was buried in his sister’s pussy to the balls.
“Damn baby! You’ve got the tightest fucking pussy for someone who fucks dogs, and so hot inside too! Oh yeah, wiggle that butt for me, sis,” then to Sam, “she sucks cock pretty good, eh boy!” And scratched him behind the ears as he had Brad, fucking Debbie’s cunt as the dog fucked the teenage girl’s face, “Now this is living!” And he let Sam’s actions in fucking Debbie’s head slide her pussy on and off of his dick like a velveteen glove so that without even having to move a muscle Johnny was once again finally fucking his sister’s hot moist snatch.
It took everything in Johnny not to cum in his sister’s pussy, he was saving his next load for his mother’s well fucked sperm dripping pussy, and he didn’t have long to wait either. He felt a cold nose bump up against his right ass cheek, and turned his head to see Brad panting behind him, and ready to mount Debbie. Johnny immediately pulled out of his sister’s twat, bowed to the Great Dane as he mounted Debbie’s rump, then left the trio to go back into the monitor room, and slip his dick into his mother’s soiled hole for some hot sloppy seconds from a dog.
Christine was still recovering from her last orgasm as she felt her son’s cock part her lower lips and slid right into her stretched out, hole of plenty. His body spooning up to her back so that he could reach around and grab her swaying titties in his two hands and cup and fondle them as he started bucking his prick back and forth in her sloshing twat.
“Ooooooooooooohh you mother fucker!” Christine moaned in delight. “That’s it fuck mommy good you son of a bitch! Ooooooooooooooooo yeah! Ooooooooh yesssssssssssssss! Give it to me! Harder! Faster! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck MMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
“Is this what you want bitch?!” And Johnny slammed his dick into his mother’s cunt slapping belly to buns, harder and faster with each stroke, “And this? And this? And this slut?”
“OOooooooooohh….aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…….yyyeeeeesssssssssss!” Christine’s voice shook as if attached to a vibrator as she started to cum again. “Fuck this bitch! Fuck me mother fucker! Fuck me you nasty little prick bastard! Fuck Moooommmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
“Here I cum mom! Gonna knock your filthy dog fucking ass up with my baby, you dirty canine whore bitch! Here it cums! Here it…is..I’m….cummmiiiiinnngggggggggggggggggggg!”

Epilog:

By Tuesday, Johnny and the twins were old buddies, and fuck pals, and by Wednesday, he’d taught them a new trick. That of nudging there shoulder up against either of the women’s knees in back when they were standing as a sign for the women to get down on all fours like a good bitch should for her master to fuck. In the meantime, mother and daughter went shopping for all kinds of sleazy apparrel to wear under their normal clothing, or without it for that matter, throwing all of their pant away and just wearing dresses and skirts from then on, and gave up wearing panties in the house altogether. After all, they were the dogs bitches now, and had to be available, with accessable pussies to them at any and all times, as Johnny suggested before Thanksgiving Day finally arrived, and to make things just right, Johnny bought his mother and sister their own dog bowls to eat turkey dinner out of so that the twins would feel more comfortable having their bitches down there groveling with them on all fours all day long.
“It’s just too bad I have to go back to the Acadamy on Sunday,” Johnny remarked as Brad dismounted his sister’s gartered, and nylon framed backside splashing dog sperm in all directions as his shrinking knot jerked out of her just before Sam mounted her, his mother bent over the couch as Johnny fucked her squeeling happily as she orgasmed, “I could have taken over as master of the estate, and you two could just stay down there on your hands and knees all the time. Unfortunately, I have to go back, but maybe we can take up where we’ll leave off, when I return for the holidays. I’ll even buy you two girls a set of matching dog collars, and leashes if you both get your nipples and clitties pierced. How’s that sound to you?”
Christine, looked at her daughter, and Debbie at her mother, then both turned towards Johnny, and each in turn barked, sounding much like miniature French Poodles, you know, the female kind. Real nasty dog’s kinda bitches. They did the very same thing in the living room the day Johnny left to return to the acadamy while on all fours getting fucked in their asses by Brad and Sam instead of waving good-by, and Johnny loved it.
It wasn’t until Johnny came home for Xmas that they all found out his mother was pregnant with his child from a home pregnancy test kit. By then, both Christine, and Debbie had had their left nipples, clits, and left nostrils pierced with gold rings as a sign of their commitment to be Johnny, and the twins permanent bitches. And just like he’d promised, Johnny brought home two special bright pink dog collars with their names engraved in copper dog tags on them, and matching copper chain link leashes.
In August of the following summer, Christine, her belly bloated and hanging down to the carpet when she was down on all fours had her litter of twins right at home. A baby boy, 5lbs, 2oz., and a baby girl 5lbs., 1oz., that they named Butch, and Miss-T. Brad and Sam came to adore them, and in fact turned into quite the baby sitters, acting as if the two human babies were their very own pups the moment they saw their cute little pink bodies come out of Christine.

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1 Comment to “The Dierdre Scandal”

1. ultra — March 18, 2009 @
   

   This is one great story. My dick was completely hard while I was reading it. You have dogs fucking the mother and daughter and the son/brother fucking his mother and sister. Ksep the good stories cuming.

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