Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 20:10:31 +0100
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon  Chapter 10

     The next day I waited for Betty to ring.
     She did not, and I was left to my own devices.
I felt a little betrayed but the pups kept me busy.
Several times during the day, I had to strip naked to
suckle them.   This inevitably meant lying naked on the
bed fondling them affectionately as they did what newborn
pups always did, drink, drink and drink again.    Billy
of course was always eager to join in.   He seemed to
have developed a keen taste for my milk as well and I
could not refuse him.         Firstly I did not want to
because the sensations on my girly nipples were just too
good and secondly, he was the master here.   He was
stronger than me.
     He did however, seem to understand that the puppies
had priority and often lay behind me with his head over
my waist gazing appreciatively at his offspring.
     'At least he wouldn't betray me,' I reflected.
     The rest of the time I busied myself around the flat
and paid the occasional visit down to the club.
Faithful old Jack visited me several times during the day
with groceries and stuff to see that I was OK.     He
checked me over and pronounced me in rude good health and
on one occasion, I allowed him to watch me feeding the
puppies.    His face was a picture as he studied the
puppies, Billy and me all lying on the bed.
     The second day I waited in all morning for the phone
to ring.      I killed time by alternately feeding my
pups, playing with Billy and watching television.    I
soon got bored.    My body was already beginning to
recover its usual shape and I sighed with relief.   It
seemed my bitch reproductive metabolism was recovering
faster than a human's.      By early evening I felt I
could go for a jog in the park.    I tried on my leotard
and tights and found them a reasonable fit.   They felt
little tight around my tummy but nothing uncomfortable.
Billy yelped eagerly and wagged his tail furiously when
he recognised the outfit.   We had not been jogging for
almost a month.
     I did one very slow lap with frequent stops but I
felt better for it and my tummy had definitely tightened
up.
     'This bitch thing wasn't half bad,' I mused when I
returned home to study my shape in the mirror.      I was
definitely down by a good few inches from when I had left
earlier that evening.    Exercise, obviously suited dogs.
I stripped again then fed my puppies and put them down
for the night.      After showering I was pleased to find
that my old clothes just about fitted me again and I
dressed for the club.   Jack looked up with mild surprise
when Billy and I appeared.
     "Hello.   Welcome back so soon.   You're looking
good."
     "Thanks.   Put it down to bitch-hood," I whispered.
     He grinned knowingly as I took his place behind the
bar and resumed my regular evening role.       I watched
Jack mince ladylike away as his heels clicked on the
tiled floor of the club.      He was always better doing
his own thing in the evening, namely being the host and
generally attending to the needs of the members.   He had
put it about that I had suffered from a very aggressive
ovarian cist to avoid any questions about the
disappearance of my lump. The other staff all seemed to
swallow this and they were all glad to see me back in
harness.   Each one stopped by to wish me luck.    I
missed Betty and her friend Jacky in the club that night
and went to bed a little peeved.
     The next morning was a Saturday and Betty finally
rang.     I answered sullenly but she apologised so
sweetly and convinced me she really had been busy.
There was some cat-flue bug going around and so on.
I had heard some mention of the cat bug in the bar the
night before, so she sounded plausible.   I was prepared
to give her the benefit of the doubt.
     "Jacky and I are going shopping this afternoon,
d'you want to come?"  She begged.
     I studied myself in the mirror and decided I needed
cheering up.    My body was more or less back to its
regular shape and nothing felt tight except my larger
breasts.    Motherhood had left me that one permanent
change, namely bigger boobs.   Fortunately I was still
young and despite their extra size, they were still firm
and bouncy.   I needed some new bras though, and that
invariably meant matching lingerie.   By the time Betty
and Jacky swung by in their R.V., Billy and I were
waiting at the end of the alleyway behind the club.
     We clambered into the back seats and set off eagerly
downtown.       Several times I caught Betty eyeing Billy
up in the driving mirror but I had expected that.
More importantly, I sensed that Jacky seemed inordinately
interested in Billy.    She spent the whole journey
twisted around in the passenger seat and running her
fingers through his thick ruff of neck fur.     I began
to have a distinct feeling that Jacky was of the same
persuasion as Betty.     She even let Billy lick her face
which meant, (bearing in mind she was a vetinary nurse,)
that Betty had probably been talking about him.     I
decided to let my suspicions ride.         I knew was
quite safe with Billy to protect me.
     Our first stop was a lingerie boutique that catered
to all tastes.     They even had a special tailoring
department that made bespoke underwear.    Betty had told
me she knew Molly the owner well.   She introduced me to
her friend as I selected some stuff to try on.     Molly
recommended some styles and I took them to the changing
booths were I drew the curtains and stripped naked.
The bra cups all fitted satisfactorily but I was more
concerned about the panties.       I had to know if each
pair of pants covered my bitch nipples without rubbing
them too much.   I was testing each pair and stretching
to check if they rubbed or cut into my sensitive milk
glands.
     Whether it was pre-planned or not, I will never
know.     Molly unexpectedly walked in on me just as I
was completely naked.       She was holding a further
selection of lingerie and her eyes widened with curiosity
when she saw my extra nipples.
     "Good gracious.   Are those real?"      She
squeaked.
     I was too shocked to reply.   I snatched at my pants
and hitched them up before glaring at her with anger
blazing in my eyes.
     "It's no bloody business of yours!"  I snarled.
     "Oh!    But.   But, I'm sorry.   You should have
said you wanted privacy.   We always give our new
customers advice with a first fitting.    We pride
ourselves on our help and discretion.   We deal with many
famous people and we're always discreet."
     "Well you'd better be discreet about my situation!"
I hissed angrily.
     "You can be quite sure I will," soothed Molly.
"I'm terribly sorry about this."
     "You will be more than sorry if any of this gets
out.    I'll soon find out if anybody knows.    I've got
a really sensitive nature when people's attitudes to me
change."
     Molly looked crestfallen as she apologised again and
again.
     "Look Miss Beverly.   I- I've said I'm sorry.   I
really am.      I can promise you utter discretion.    I
will let you have these ensembles free by way of apology.
I can't be fairer than that, can I?"
     I studied her silently then nodded towards the
curtain.
     "You can stand outside and stop any more unwanted
visits while I try these on."
     She nodded agreement and I began to wonder if it was
a genuine mistake or if Betty had put her up to it.     I
finally chose what I wanted and invited her back in to
check out the fit of my bra.     She returned slightly
mollified and busied herself discreetly under my breasts
and arms as she described how a good bra should fit.
     "There.   Is that more comfortable?"   She asked
soothingly.
     I had to admit.   The fit felt perfect and I
stretched athletically to test it.   My swollen tits
remained well contained and I really liked the style.
After testing and feeling a few more times I was
satisfied with her advice.   The bras felt great.
     "Yes.    This style works wonders.   Thanks for your
help."
     "You've been wearing your old bras a bit too loose
around your chest and a bit too tight in the cup.    It's
common mistake.   Many girls can't get used to the
constriction around their chests when they buy their
first trainer bras.    Consequently they end up always
wearing the bra is too loose whilst the cups are too
tight.   They don't get proper support.    She fussed
about a bit then cautiously broached the other issue.
     "What about your uhhm?    You know.   Do you want
help with your uhhm other bre-, you know, those lower
breasts?"
     I softened slightly.       The poor woman was
obviously concerned yet embarrassed at having compromised
me and she was trying to make amends.   I wondered
exactly where she was going.
     "And what help would you suggest?"   I asked with
suspicion dripping off my tongue.
     "Well.    We, - we do bespoke lingerie.   I mean if
your uhhm, your lower uhhm-,"
     "My lower nipples, that's what they are."   Don't be
shy.      "They're just plain old lower nipples.   Don't
be afraid of them.   I'm not some sort of beast.   What
are you trying to say?"
     "Well.   I mean, if they are sensitive or anything.
If your uhhm, your panties rub too hard or something they
could become sore.       Perhaps we can run up something
more supportive.    I, - uhhm don't wish to seem
offensive or anything.    But you're lactating up top.
Are you nursing a child?"
     "I am indeed," I replied, "my breasts have grown and
hence the new bras."
     "Well, I mean, - are your lower uhhm nipples
affected?    I mean there's some tell-tale stains on the
front of your new panties, look."
     I span around to stand full frontal in front of the
mirror and the evidence was obvious.    There were eight
dark wet rings on the front of my high waisted pants.
It was obviously time for the pups to be fed!    I
frowned thoughtfully as I weighed up my options.
     "Hmmm.  I see what you mean.    You mean placing
some sort of absorbent padding or something down there."
     "Well, that would be a bit untidy or bulky.
Nothing matronly or maternal you understand.   I was
thinking of something a bit sexier.       You still want
to feel good and look good even when you're nursing.
Don't you?" she finished nervously.
     "Well it's a nursing mum that I am.     The milk
stains tell you that.     But I do like to look and feel
good.     What would you suggest?"
     "Well.   I could start by taking some measurements.
You know, some sort of small cups or panels to contain
some absorbent patches or something.   Just While you're
feeding your baby you understand.      I must say I'm
pleased that you're breast-feeding your child.   So many
young mothers don't seem to find the time.       If you
don't think I'm being too personal I would like to
congratulate you on recovering your shape.    I suppose
it's because you work out and because you're young."
     I smiled enigmatically.     I wasn't going to
disillusion her. She must have noticed my good condition
when she was testing me for my bra.   Even my six-pack
was returning as my tummy tightened up.        I simply
wanted some comfortable underwear.   If this Molly woman
could address my leaky nipples then I was game.
     She asked me to first stand normally erect then she
took some pieces of stretchy satiny material and made
numerous measurements. Next she entered them into a book
and pinned the material around my naked butt and tummy.
Then she asked me to bend and twist while she re-measured
the earlier dimensions.     Eventually she looked up from
my waist and spoke through a mouthful of pins.
     "I wash shinking of a short off bobysshhaper.
Shome short of light shupport corshelette arrangshment."
     I smiled down at her upturned face and nodded as she
picked the pins from her teeth and spoke again.
     "I can see you are an active girl?"
     "Oh yes.   I jog daily.    The big lummox of an
Alsatian keeps me company.    You know, protection and
all that.   Sometimes Betty and Jacky come but recently
we've run alone, just the dog and I."
     "Right," she replied, "I'll knock something up
tonight and you can come for it as a special fitting
tomorrow.   I know it's Sunday but that will guarantee us
privacy.   I still feel guilty about bursting in on you.
I'm normally shut on Sundays.   D'you want just a panty
girdle or full corselet style body shaper?"
     I considered silently then plumped for the body
shaper.     Somehow I always felt more secure with that
extra bit of cover.   I had this weird idea that if I was
wearing a full body shaper, a rapist couldn't just rip my
panties down my legs and have his way.
     Body shapers seemed to offer that tiny bit more
protection.   It was a stupid perception I know, but
well, I just felt that way.   Call me stupid if you wish,
but I still had hang-ups from childhood abuse.
     Molly nodded and stood up to finish writing in her
book.
     "Tomorrow morning then, eleven OK?"
     I nodded and her eyes dropped once again to my bitch
tits.
     "Now, you'd better have some cotton pads for those
stains just now."
     I nodded and dressed again as she left and returned
with some soft cotton pads.   Gratefully, I stuffed them
down my panties then left the cubicle.   Betty and Jacky
were waiting with their shopping and Billy sat obediently
out side the door to the changing rooms.     I silently
wished I had taken him inside with me but it was spilt
milk now.      (No puns intended!)
     I was getting concerned though.     Molly was yet
one more person to know about my multi-tit condition.
     'At least she didn't know about my puppies', I
consoled myself as we paid and left the boutique.
     We had a late lunch then bought some shoes and
finally returned to Betty and Jacky's apartment in early
evening.    All in all, an excellent girly day I thought.
Except that my tits were tingling and I knew my pups
would be hungry.
     I cornered Betty in the kitchen.
     "I need to go home."
     "Why?"   Asked Betty.
     "My babies.   They need feeding and I'm leaking!"
     "Oh," she smiled, "yes of course.     I need to see
them anyway, to give them their shots."
     So saying she and Jacky went to the surgery and
collected the drugs whilst I fiddled with the damp cotton
wool in my panties.    Billy sniffed eagerly at the
inviting scent and I giggled as I pushed him away.
     "Not here stupid.   Later!"
     Billy was forcing his nose into my panties and I
scolded him as we wrestled over my modesty.       I was
still struggling to extricate his nose from my pants when
Jacky returned unexpectedly.
     "Oh!"   She squeaked.     "Is he always that
naughty?"
     I cursed silently as I smacked Billy hard on the
nose and finally recovered my composure.   I then made
some lame excuse but I was sure Jacky knew.    My
hypersensitive radar picked up her unconscious signals.
Her whole attitude was different than before I'd had the
pups.    She seemed somehow more eager and enthusiastic
with Billy in particular.   I concluded that Betty and
Jacky had no secrets.   They were both into dogs.
     I sat silent and perplexed as they drove back to my
apartment.    We entered by the back door and Billy
entered via his own electronic dog flap.    There was a
tiny transmitter in his collar.    He trotted off to
check the pups.    We three girls followed with my
shopping and the shots for the puppies.
     Jacky was eager to see the pups and fidgeted
impatiently as I dug out my key.   When we finally got to
the pups, Billy was already standing protectively over
our babies. Jacky gaped in rapture.
     "Why! They're beautiful!"   She squealed.   "Where's
their mother?"
     Betty wasted no time preparing the shots and
reassuring Billy whilst I slipped away to prepare to feed
them.       As I undressed in the bedroom I could hear
Betty and Jacky whispering then Jacky let out a shocked
gasp.
     "What!   You mean they're hers!"
     "Shhh.   Quiet you noisy cow.     She thinks you
don't know."   Cursed Betty in a forced croak.
     I was tired of all the pretence and reappeared in my
loose peignoir as I decided to confront them.
     "Oh yes I do know.    And I'm sure you've told Molly
at the boutique.   Is this some sort of Private club
you've got?    All dog lovers, -" I finished, with the
sarcasm dripping off my tongue.
     "Betty at least had the grace to look apologetic.
She stared at the floor and nodded her head
confessionally."
     "Well thanks," I snapped," now I suppose the whole
bloody village knows.   I suppose you'll want a bloody
floor show down in the club next?"
     "It's not like that Bev," protested Jacky.
"There's only the three of us."
     "And Jack," I added angrily," and that's only the
fourth day.    In a bloody month, the whole of America
will bloody know!!"
     "Not from us," argued Betty.      "We've all got
something to hide and we've kept our own needs secret for
years now.    Only Molly, Jacky and I share our secrets.
Just think of yourself as a new member of our own private
little society."
     "And what if I don't want to join your 'little
society'?"  I replied mockingly.
     "You're already a member.    Billy's you're partner
isn't he?"
     "Yes but, -"
     "But what?   You like dogs more than men.    Where
is the difference?"
     "I have no choice.   These bitch implants make me
what I am."   I opened my peignoir to expose my
glistening bitch tits.
     Jacky gasped in surprise but Betty just shrugged and
tapped her skull.
     "What's going on in here makes us what we are.
There's no difference.   We are what we are for whatever
the reasons."
     "Yes but you've got no logical explanation, no
rational, no excuses."  I gloated self-righteously.
     Betty's eyes glittered with anger but she contained
her ire and replied softly.
     "Let me answer that with a question Bev."
     "Go on," I challenged.
     "Do you have a favourite colour?"   She asked.
     "What's that got to do with the price of
umbrella's?"   I mocked sarcastically.
     "Just answer the question," pressed Betty.   "Do you
have a favourite colour?"
     "Yes.   Of course I do.   Most people have.   Look
at Billy's collar and bandanna."
     "Yes.   I can see perfectly well.   I long ago
realised that your favourite colour is blue."
     "So.    Does that tell you some big secret about me
or something?"
     "Not at all.   As you say, nearly everybody has got
a favourite colour.    Can you tell me why blue is your
favourite colour."
     I was about to riposte when I stopped short.   Betty
had me cold.   I could not immediately think why blue was
my favourite colour, it just was!   My jaw worked
silently as I struggled to find a genuine reason but for
the moment, there was none.   I searched my memory but  -
No.     I could not find a single logical reason why my
favourite colour should be blue.           Betty
continued.
     "There.   Exactly.    Now you have it in a nutshell.
There might be a reason going back deep into your
childhood; but then again, there might not.    You have
to admit it.   You have no logical plausible reason for
preferring blue, have you?"
     I fell silent.   Betty's reasoning was cruelly
astute.     I preferred blue, but I had no idea why.
Even if there was a reason going far back to my
childhood, I could not remember it; at least not then,
not immediately.     I was flummoxed!     Betty saw her
moment and pounced.
     "That's why I prefer dogs.    It might well have
been something going way back in my life but then again,
it might not.   I just don't know.   .   If it was, I
still don't remember and I certainly don't know why.
I just like dogs!   That's the way I am."
     I watched Jacky's eyes light up in admiration.
Betty's reasoning was good enough for Jacky and it was
the first time she had heard it.        It was obvious
that Betty and she had never questioned the reasons for
each other's preferences.   They had just accepted each
other's needs and indulged them.
     Betty however, was the more cerebral of the pair.
In her private moments, she had obviously tried to think
her own reasons through and come up against the stonewall
of her own incomprehension.         The 'favourite
colour' question was her way of reconciling her real
needs with her incomprehension.



     Then I suddenly remembered why I preferred blue but
it still did not answer Betty's question.        The
event that had precipitated it had occurred in the long
forgotten mists of my tortured infancy.           A long
past Christmas Eve when my older brother and I had
received similar presents.   Our aunt had chosen the same
toy but in different colours to prevent squabbling.  I
had been given the blue toy and my older brother the red
one.   I was miffed but there was nothing I could do.
He was the favoured oldest son.   All through Christmas
morning and Christmas dinner I had sulked.    I wanted
the red one.
     Later that same Christmas day as the adults chatted
and reminisced, we were despatched to the front room to
occupy ourselves.       We had elected to play a game of
Ludo with our sisters and I, once again, had been forced
to take the blue counters.            Yet again I had
been bullied into accepting the blue counters, the second
choice.          After several games I emerged the victor
and it was the very first time I had ever beaten all my
older siblings.       I had somehow put it down to my
blue counters being lucky and had ever since that
Christmas, held blue to be my favourite colour.
     Thus the reason for my preferring blue was based on
nothing but chance.     This indeed was the single reason
but it was still the real reason.   It was not a matter
of blue being calming to my eye, or some connection with
sunny skies or any other plausible factor in my early
life.       It had been purely based on chance.   My real
reason for liking blue was totally illogical but it was
very real.      I was about to finally defeat Betty's
argument but she seemed to anticipate me and was moving
the argument on.
     "Now tell me why you were a transsexual?"
     Ah!    Now there I felt I had her.    I was born a
transsexual.   I definitely couldn't help being
dysphoric.   I was born transsexual!
     "That's in my genes.   I definitely can't help being
a transsexual!"   I gloated.
     "Quite," she agreed, "but can you feel inside
yourself, any difference between being transsexual and
preferring blue?"
     "I fell silent.    Apart perhaps from the intensity
of my preferences, the reasons seemed equally distant.
Factors long ago lost in my childhood history.      They
were both as much a part of me now, as having two arms
and two legs.    It was just me.   The way that I was,
the way I grew up."  I was what I was!
     Betty sensed my hesitation and plunged in for the
kill.
     "There.   See!    You can't tell why, can you?   You
can claim that one is nature and one is nurture but they
are both as much a part of what goes on in your head.
The end result is the same.   You are what you are!"
     I capitulated.    If I was honest with myself, there
was little difference inside my head.   Having a
favourite colour was the same as being a transsexual!
Betty was right.   It was all a state of mind, - and that
meant I couldn't condemn them for liking dogs.
     For a long moment an embarrassed silence befell us
until the puppies smelt my leaking nipples.     They
sensed that their food was near and they started
whimpering.
     Their cries triggered my maternal responses and a
wave of motherly compassion engulfed my being.          I
bent down to hoist the basket onto the low stand by the
bed and loosened my peignoir.    Then I lay on the bed
and prepared myself as I shrugged off my peignoir and
lifted the puppies to my tits.    Jacky's eyes widened
with delight as she watched the bizarre spectacle.
     "Does it feel as nice on your bitch tits as your
girly ones?" She whispered.
     "Yes," I mumbled as I rearranged the puppies and
invited Billy to draw off the excess milk from my leaking
girly breasts.
     Jacky's eyes widened and she smiled.
     "I can do that if you want."
     "You had better ask Billy.   It's up to him."
     Jacky turned to Billy and gently inveigled her nose
between his mouth and my nipple.    Billy turned and
licked her face but did not growl or attack her.
     "See," she grinned.      "He's a perfect gentleman,"
giggled Jacky as she gently attached her mouth to my
released nipple and brought her more educated lips into
play.    I gasped as her knowing tongue did things that
Billy would never have understood.
     "Is that better?"   Whispered Jacky.
     I just mewled helplessly and Billy whined
protectively as he leant over and licked my face.
Gently I brought his mouth to my other girly nipple and
he indulged his pleasure.     By the time Betty arrived
with the prepared shots for my puppies, we were well
away.
     "Well, well," she mused.    "So who's the sluttish
baddy now?" she chuckled as she joined us on the bed.
     I was too far-gone to care and simply whimpered some
more as Jacky's educated mouth worked its magic.     Next
I felt Betty's fingers investigating my bitch clit and I
squealed with delight as my heart thumped its tattoo
inside my ribs.
     "Does that feel good?"     Whispered Betty.
     "Ooohh, owooohh, yes I groaned. Do it again,
pleease, yesss!"
     "Well that's answered a question I've always
wondered," grinned Betty.
     "What's that?"  I gasped.
     "Do Bitches have orgasms?"
     "You bet," I squawked, as her fingers gently
squeezed my stiffening bud.
     "Good."   She concluded.    "Now we'll see just how
much of a bitch you are."
     Her ministrations were so delightful that I found
myself utterly unable to resist.    Betty continued
exploring my clit until I let out a wail of delight and
slumped exhausted between my suckling companions.     I
was utterly spent.   With every erogenous zone
experiencing stimulation my body had gone into overload.
After climaxing, I fell asleep and was utterly oblivious
to the second sitting of the boy pups at my tits or any
other fun and games that Jacky and Betty shared with
Billy.                       I woke the next morning to
find Billy and his three bitches entangled on my bed
whilst the pups slept soundly in their basket.
     As the weak dawn light threaded its feeble rays
through the curtains I surveyed what had once been my
secret private domain.    The bed looked as though a
tornado had been through and I grinned to myself as I
imagined 'Hurricane Betsy'.
     My stirring woke the others and they murmured
sleepily as they slowly came to.
     "Mmmmm" yawned, Jacky.   "That was nice.   Where's
Billy."
     "He's gone to pee."   I replied.
     As I spoke, Billy's pee sounded in the toilet and
Jacky's eyes widened.
     "My God!   It's true then, he really does use the
pan."
     "You bet," observed Betty as she stirred. "I need to
go as well.
     "Too much coffee last night," observed Jacky as she
rubbed her eyes.    "We hit the coffee and chatted whilst
you slept.      We let you sleep after feeding the
puppies."
     I looked in on my babies but they were still
sleeping so I groped for my peignoir and wafted into the
kitchen.
     "More of the same is it?"  I called as I filled the
percolator.
     "Which same?"  Giggled Jacky, "Billy or the coffee."
     "As you wish," I replied sleepily.
     Betty padded past and slumped back on the bed.
     "Bugger the coffee!"
     "My sentiments entirely," agreed Jacky, "come back
to bed Beverly."
     I put the percolator on very low and decided to
rejoin them.     Billy immediately recognised our mood
and with confident aplomb he slid between us and squeezed
his soft thick coat against me.   I was still his alpha
bitch.      I felt that old familiar urge rising within
me but the tension surrounding the four of us left me
nervous and afraid.   Jacky reached across me to stroke
Billy's thick fur and her soft breasts squeezed against
me.   My girly nipples responded almost immediately and
she smiled knowingly as her own nipples brushed against
my turgid buds. The soft silky clingy material of her
blouse whispered against my peignoir and we savoured the
erotic rush.   None of us were wearing bras.     My girly
breasts were still young and neither Jacky's nor Betty's
had never brought forth suck.
     Our ripe firm breasts held firm as Jacky reached
across me to tantalise Billy by squeezing his neck and
fingering certain spots on his back and rump.
     Billy squirmed responsively then tensed as he lay
behind me.      I felt his organ start to emerge.    I
twitched involuntarily as the pointed end of his penis
poked me in the cleavage of my butt and I shucked the hem
of my peignoir above my butt cheeks.   Billy now had free
access.   Betty sensed Billy's reaction and slid her hand
over my naked butt to feel Billy's rigid organ wedged
further into my butt cleavage as it worked its way
towards my pussy.     Her knowing fingers also detected
the dampness in my bitch pussy and her eyes widened in
expectation.
     "You like that, don't you?"
     "Yes!    Of course I do, I can't help it.   What did
Jacky do to him?" I swallowed nervously.
     "He's a dog."   Declared Betty.   "They have certain
responses to the right stimulation.   He's just like you.
He can't help getting horny if he receives the right
stimuli.      Jacky simply just pushed the right
buttons."
     "But Jacky brought him to readiness just like that.
What did she do?"   I persisted.
     "I'll show you later.    Now d'you want him or not?"
Asked Betty.
     I had to confess I was uncontrollably horny myself.
My bitch cunt was, (as always,) in control and my crotch
was becoming hopelessly moist.   My eight bitch nipples
started tingling eagerly and my girly nipples were
getting stiff as they pressed against the lacy cups of my
peignoir.    The same lacy hem was tickling my butt as
Billy started to thrust into me from behind.   Betty felt
me squirm uncontrollably then she gently slid her
knowledgeable fingers down my bitch nipples to my clit.
I responded with like for like and soon our fingers were
working eagerly.        I was now the sandwich between
Betty's knowledgeable fingers and Billy's commanding
cock.   I couldn't help myself as my butt wriggled
obediently and I found my best friend lodged in my bitch-
pussy.   I felt Betty's fingers investigating our union
and she gasped as she felt Billy's knot expand almost as
soon as he was inside me.
     "Good God.    Dogs usually do that after orgasm."
     "He must consider you and Jacky a threat."   I
whispered as I struggled to get our girly nipples just
right.
     "Are you tied now?" Asked Betty.
     I nodded my head and tried to pull Betty closer.
     "Hold on.  I want to try something.
     "What?"   I asked peevishly as her girly nipples
slipped away from mine.
     "I want to see if Billy likes all cunt."
     "What d'you mean?"  I asked uncomprehendingly.
     "I want to see if he likes girl pussy as well as
bitch.   Tell me if he responds."
     So saying, Betty crawled over Billy and me then
presented her girly pussy to Billy so that he was able to
sniff this new delight.    Immediately I felt Billy's
knot grow even bigger inside me as he lapped eagerly at
Betty's juices.   Betty gasped and slumped behind me as
Billy continued licking her unrestrained.   His thrusts
into me also became stronger and I felt his huge knot
start to ream my pussy like an industrial machine tool.
     "You two timing brute," I giggled as I re-arranged
myself to make the four of us more comfortable.   For
now, Jacky had taken Betty's place in front of me and our
fingers mutually explored each other's clitorises.
     To my joy, Billy's knot had grown to unbelievable
proportions and I was utterly unable to move myself.   We
were locked so tightly together that my butt reflected
every thrust of Billy's powerful loins.       One again,
my master and lover was in complete control of me.
Jacky felt my actions and eagerly brought her clitty
against mine. This took full advantage of Billy's thrusts
and I felt like a glove puppet with Billy's dick
controlling me instead of a puppeteer's hand up my arse!
Billy was my puppeteer and I was his 'cock-puppet'!
     Thus we found ourselves, three slaves to Billy's
control as he unwittingly engineered our orgasms.
Licking Betty's clitoris, screwing me and frotting
Jacky's clitoris with my clitoris.     Billy was now in
complete control of all three bitches in his pack!     It
was doggy heaven indeed!
     Eventually a low groan started in Betty's throat and
it started to grow as her climax came boiling to an
explosion of lust.    She squirmed lasciviously and that
set Jacky and I off.    Within seconds, Billy was
sandwiched between three servile, orgasmic, wanton,
squirming bitches.     We climaxed mutually and yelped
our pleasures before finally slumping helpless in our
entangled raptures.   Billy had established his
dominance, and we three were utterly besotted with him.