The second story from an old and experienced Red Setter.

The late afternoon sun, spun shadows that were almost moving quickly enough to be observed as they slid across the bare wooden planking. The old Red Setter lay on the back stoop, rheumy eyes half closed and dreams chasing around in his head, making him twitch occasionally and whimper. The reddened sun shone off of his coat giving a false impression of vigour and youth, belying the greyness that now overtook the original colour of Rufus.

He knew his days were running out, like the last rays of sunlight, but he still held a privileged place in the stud farm where he had ruled for nearly ten years now. His teeth may have mostly gone along with his energy and colour, but he still held a place of honour and was deferred to as a mediator in the squabbles of the other animals. Respect, unlike his once proud coat, never leaves.

He heard rather than saw the young pretender to his place. The fast growing pup was coming across the yard, raising puffs of dust from his oversized paws as he lithely ate the ground up in long galloping strides. Rufus tensed and prepared for the skidding buffeting he was getting used to. It didn't happen. The young dog came to an untidy halt half a metre away. Rufus was grateful for the reprieve. Every time this wiper snapper hit him, the shock seemed to travel straight to his arthritic joints in a clarion call of pain.

It may have been the heat or that the young gun had run out of energy, but he flopped down alongside the old dog and stuck his tongue out in an effort to cool down. Pretty soon, he was also drifting in the dream world between sleep and wakefulness.

Later, when the sun had sunk below the tree line, the young dog woke with a start, jogging Rufus from his light doze.

"Tell me a story Uncle?" Rufus wasn't related to the young gun, but the title Uncle had been given to him in some bygone age and it had stuck. "Tell me the one about you and the girl."

"Ahh! Those were the days, but I already told you that one. I did promise to tell you how I became alpha male for a while and got... well I don't want to spoil the story. Comfortable?"

The younger dog shuffled a bit and rested his jaw on his paws and waited for the old dog to paint pictures in his mind. One thing to be said for age is that it becomes easy to describe things and cast a mental image to the listener.

"It must have been about six years ago now." Rufus began. "The year of heat and storms. We had some of the craziest lightening storms I have even seen. Forks of light arced across the sky, lighting up everything like it was day. The summer had been hot and dry, drier than usual. There was no rain and all the grass turned into hay and straw. Even the well was dry and water came in great big containers. Many animals died of dehydration and the land was parched. I guess it must have been ten weeks or more of drought, but it all ended one night with the biggest storm I even saw.

The Alpha male had taken the younger kids away. I think they went up state to stay with some relatives. Anyway, he was away for a few days. It didn't matter too much because nothing could be done while the drought continued. The brood mares we either pregnant by now, or totally disinclined to come into oestrous, so nothing was happening there and the small crop holding was all dead. It was just too dammed hot and we all were too thirsty to do much of anything.

So it was just me and the alpha female looking after the place. Mostly, we just sat on the porch, fanning ourselves and staying out of the sun. I remember seeing a huge dust cloud travelling down the road. Loud rock music seemed to be coming from the middle of the dust ball and an engine was screaming. Well it turned out to be the older female child. She had gone to college or something, which took her away. She and I had fucked that one time I told you about, yep, that's the one.

Well, she drove into the yard raising all kinds of hell. The music was deafening, you could actually feel the beat coming through the air in percussive waves it was so loud. All four wheels stopped turning, but the car carried on for a few feet, spinning in a circle until it stopped, facing the opposite way.

The music stopped and all that could be heard was the dust crashing back to ground and the engine ticking as it began to cool. Then she opened the door and got out. Well, my heart skipped a beat. In the time she had been away, her body had filled out and she was all woman now. She had grown her hair and her breasts, oh! Her breasts were something else. Now I know us dogs don't get excited too much about the human shape and that, but she looked gorgeous and I fell in love with her right there and then, all over again.

We the two women fell to holding each other and slapping backs and weeping. They can be so effusive and gushy at times.

They had dinner and talked all evening long. I only just got fed. They seemed to be oblivious of anyone or anything except themselves. I rekon they would have talked all night, but the weather broke in a spectacular storm.

The wind picked up first and began screaming through the house and around the corners. They shut the windows, but the heat inside was unbearable.

We went outside to see what was happening. The lightening forked across the sky and the thunder was a constant crashing cacophony. By now the wind had increased and was getting worse by the second.

I can't remember who saw it first, but a giant twister was heading down the road. It was the strangest thing, the funnel seemed to be following the clear road, leaving the fields on either side alone and was travelling in a straight line, right towards the house.

The Alpha female grabbed her daughter and ran across the yard to the storm shelter. Some time back, Alpha male had dug a large underground hole and put some steel shutters over it. They left me behind, but I soon caught up and managed to climb down the steps before the shutters clanged shut. Not a moment too soon, because the twister was upon us and nearly yanked the shutters out of their hands.

They lit the kerosene lamps and settled down on the cushioned benches. The Alpha female started some coffee on a small primus stove that had been put in there just for these occasions. While the younger woman began to make a cigarette, burning something that smelled horrible and then, crushing it between her fingers, catching it on the paper with tobacco already spread over it. She lit the handmade cigarette and took a huge lungful down, holding it for a time and then blowing it out again. She passed it to her Mother who hesitated for a second or two and then gave into the temptation with a huge lungful. I couldn't remember ever seeing the Alpha female smoke before, but she seemed to mellow, they both did.

We settled down to wait out the storm. The females chatted while they smoked a second awful smelling cigarette and forgot about me, but that was okay, I just sat on one of the benches and listened to the howling wind and watched the smoke go out through the extractor.

As often happens when I'm sitting up, my cock protrudes a little. It doesn't bother me, but the Alpha female noticed it and started to get embarrassed. She kept looking askance and getting redder by the second. She must have said something to her daughter because she looked then and started to laugh.

They talked about me as if I wasn't there, and somehow, the daughter mentioned that she and I had screwed once before. Her mother was shocked at first, but then remembered the circumstances of her break up with her boyfriend. She became sympathetic and hugged her daughter.

I guess I stopped listening, just basked in the knowledge that they were talking about me. I might have even dozed, but I woke suddenly when the younger female took hold of my semi-sheathed cock. The two women had crouched down at my on the floor in front of me and were looking intently at the tip as it poked out. They were talking all the time and giggling like little children. I guess I kind of joined in the lighthearted mood and just relaxed.

The young dog shifted position between the old dogs paws and looked out over the dirt yard with half closed eyes. He loved these afternoon story sessions and always ended up in a contented sleep.

The story continued in his sing song voice.

Then it got a little more serious because the younger one had grasped my cock a little tighter and was massaging it in an up and down motion.

Well I admit, it got the old boy interested pretty quickly and before I knew it, precum was splashing into her upturned palm, just enough to pool in the folds of her skin and enough to lubricate her other hand, which was still massaging my cock.

Then she lifted her hand to her mothers nose for her to smell it. I was surprised when her little pink tongue flicked out and dipped into the small pool in her daughter's hand. She made some appreciative noises and without warning bent at the waist and took my hardening cock straight into her mouth.

Her warmth and wetness was a shock to me and I jumped up, but instead of getting away from her mouth, I only managed to stick my cock into her throat. She gagged and choked a bit, but was still laughing at the accident. I managed to stand up, but the younger females hand was still rubbing away and I couldn't resist the urge to arch my back and begin humping against her hand.

My cock was now fully erect and the sheath had all but folded back out of the way, exposing it all right to my knot, which had not begun to swell.

Then they stopped. The two women sat back and quietly looked at my twitching dick like they watch the television, sort of open mouthed and staring. It was a cruel thing to do to me. My cock was hanging out and needed something to happen. After a short while and seeing they had no intention of helping me out, I sat down and cleaned my dick and helped it back into its protective home.

A knowing look passed between them and some silent communication. I had no idea what they had planned, I swear, but all of a sudden, their clothing was all over the floor and they were naked, sitting on the dirt and then, kissing and fondling each other's bodies. It was getting pretty hot in there; the air intake was only just coping with the demand.

Then they twisted around and started licking each other's sexes. The younger one was kneeling astride her mother's prone body, her knees on either side of her head while she lapped at the offered furry sex. The heat was mounting and becoming a bit uncomfortable, but I was far too interested in what was happening in front of my eyes.

I sniffed at the younger girls sex and liked the memory of our first time together, but her mother was occupying the space between her legs, preventing me from getting so much as a kiss in. So I gave up on that and went to explore the other end. The older woman's sex had a differing smell that told of disuse and an overwhelming need. She was ready to mate and was desperately trying to reach orgasm. Well I barged in really, shoving my snout in between the young girls face and her mother's thigh. She allowed me to get close enough to lap at the furred mound and lips hidden underneath.