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Dog Day Afternoon
By Beverly Taff
Chapter 9
Despite my having only brought forth my puppies that same morning, I
felt the old familiar twinge of lust stir in my loins. I squeezed my
thighs together and squirmed slightly as I felt Betty's arm reach
around my naked waist. The huge bump of course, had gone, but I was
still swollen from my pregnancy and Betty gently kissed my stomach as
she whispered reassuringly.
"It won't take long to go down. Do some light exercises every day and
it will soon tighten up. When you are feeling up to it, you can join us
in the park again."
I lay silent and still as Betty's lips investigated my lower nipples. I
twitched then whimpered nervously as her ministrations sent shafts of
pleasure sizzling down to my core. Billy whined and sprang easily onto
the bed to stand bestride me as he sniffed Betty's face close to my
bitch pussy. Betty recognised his threat but being a vet she was well
versed in animal psychology. She knew that Billy was defending his
mate.
To reassure him, Betty unbuttoned her skirt then slipped off her
panties and tights to present her pussy for Billy's inspection. As
Billy sniffed her exposed cleft Betty was now exactly the same as me.
Her lower parts were bare and only her silky blouse covered her girly
breasts. Finally Billy completed his investigation of her genitalia and
satisfied himself that there was nothing there to compete with his cock
for my services. His eyes softened and the raised hairs on his hackles
settled back again as he wagged his tail with evident satisfaction.
Then the dawning realisation struck me. Betty was into animals, big
time. She was just too familiar and relaxed around Billy. It was more
than just a companionship pet thing. She knew exactly how to keep Billy
sweet. He was after all a powerful dangerous animal when roused but, by
exposing herself and 'presenting' her butt, Betty had simply identified
herself as just another female in Billy's pack. Her veterinary
qualifications and training were simply a brilliant ploy to conceal her
sexual interests whilst providing ample opportunities to satisfy her
own needs. My business partner Jack must have had an inkling of this
and that was why he knew I could trust Betty. I sagged with relief as
Betty's eyes caught mine. Betty could not blackmail me. We were in the
same boat! A single tiny tear had escaped down her cheek as she nodded
her secret confession.
"Can I share him?" she whispered. "I really do love animals."
I swallowed nervously. Betty's confession had thrown me completely.
'Was she really into animals that much?' I asked myself. I mean; I
considered my case to be different! I had unwittingly become Billy's
partner by force of circumstance. My overwhelming transsexual condition
and subsequent surgery had unexpectedly precipitated my condition. I
had become Billy's mate through 'force majeur'. My new hormones
dictated my body. I had I no way of stopping the bitch parts inside me
from making me behave like a bitch. Betty's attraction seemed
altogether somehow less wholesome. After all Betty had a free will in
this, she was completely human.
I felt that I had not; an important part of me was bitch! I lay
thinking about it as Billy became more excited and expressed an even
greater interest in Betty. He buried his nose deep into her receptive
cleft then whined knowingly and gave her butt a gentle nip. I
recognised Billy's actions. They were exactly the same as how he had
treated me. Betty's jaw sagged with submissive lust and her butt rose
invitingly. It was obvious she had been in this situation before. She
wagged her delicious butt to Billy and looked hopefully over her
shoulder. Billy sniffed her eagerly then whined again. Betty turned
beseechingly to me.
"He's not sure," observed Betty. "You're his alpha bitch and he's
waiting for a response from you. He wants your permission. Will you let
him take me?"
"Is this really right Betty?" I asked uncertainly. "Some people would
call it animal abuse."
"Why d'you think that? You do it with him. He wants to do it with me.
He is not hurt by it, so where's the harm? It's strictly private and it
affects nobody else."
"But it's different for me. There are bitch parts of me that drive me
to do it. I can't help it!" I argued. "With you it's sort of different;
what about your veterinary vows and stuff?"
"This is about me and my body, not my professional position. I like
dogs and I can't stand men! I've got needs just like you," She pleaded.
"Please will you let us do it?"
"But I thought you liked women. What about your jogging partner, what's
her name, Jacky? She would be terribly hurt of she found out."
"She's not my partner. She's only a friend and business partner. She's
my veterinary nurse and we go jogging together. We share an apartment
but we don't have a relationship. People think we do but we don't. It
suits us to let people think were partners. It puts them off. Our
relationship is a bit like yours and Jacks."
"Not quite," I protested, "Jack is my doctor. He knows all about me.
With you and Jacky I have to be sure. Are you sure your not lovers?" I
pressed. "I don't want to be to blamed for the end of a beautiful
friendship. I've seen you together in the club. You seem close enough
to me when you are dancing together."
"That's for protection and it keeps the bar flies away. Jacky's been
through a tough time. Her family were real Bible-Belt puritans and her
sexuality got her into really bad stuff with them. She's been there
just like you and me. Why d'you think people like us gravitate to the
village?"
I knew the answer to that one perfectly. It was mainly for protection
and companionship. The village now encompassed several old city blocks
and its slummy reputation was rapidly disappearing. Property prices
were rising as more gays, lesbians and other dysphorics like myself
sought shelter inside its precincts. The village was becoming re-
populated so quickly that there was even talk of re-opening the old
derelict police station. I considered Betty's words and tried to place
myself in her shoes. The old childhood memories came drifting back and
I shuddered nervously.
'Yes' I thought. 'Betty and Jacky had probably both walked the walk;
albeit down different paths.' I finally capitulated and decided to let
her enjoy Billy's services.
"OK then. You can do it. But don't abuse him or hurt him. You're clean
aren't you? No diseases or anything?"
"Oh thanks! As if I'd hurt or infect such a lovely dog! He's
fantastic."
She smiled eagerly as she manoeuvred her butt towards Billy again and I
grinned knowingly.
"You don't have to do it doggy style you know. He can do it that way
but if you really want to enjoy him, you can do it missionary style."
"What?" gasped Betty as surprised delight spread a wide smile across
her beautiful features. "You mean he does it like us humans?"
"Yes. I trained him to serve me so that I can enjoy our sex together.
He's got it off to a tee. Just turn over and part your legs, he knows
exactly what to do."
Betty immediately lowered herself from the conventional, (for Billy
that is,) doggy style posture and turned to lie on her back. She parted
her graceful thighs and I stroked her stiffening nipples gently as I
whispered encouragement to Billy.
"Come on boy, 'go to it'." This was the expression I always used to
initiate our sex and Billy fully understood the request. His ears
pricked up eagerly as he sniffed Betty's pussy for the final time.
Once more he whined then butted forward to lick my face as he shuffled
his body forward to commence the act with Betty. By letting Billy lick
my face I was expressing my permission for him to screw another bitch
in the pack. I was the Alpha bitch and the only one that could breed.
As he continued licking my face, I gently tugged his collar and brought
our heads together next to Betty's. Then I encouraged Billy to transfer
his licking from my face to Betty's.
"Don't worry," I whispered to Betty, "I keep him scrupulously house-
trained and he behaves impeccably and never goes near any dog shit. He
always showers with after we've been out and he's got his own special
drying cubicle in the bathroom. I'll tell you all about it after. There
is absolutely no risk of toxicaris-canis worms." He's absolutely
clean."
I felt Betty relax. As a vet she knew all about the dangers of letting
an unknown dog lick her face.
As I lay beside them encouraging the pair, Billy eagerly transferred
his long tongue to Betty's nipples and she gasped as her arousal
intensified. Eagerly she wiggled her hips to locate Billy's organ and
she twitched salaciously when she finally located the hard tapered
point.
"Ooohh! That's nice! I've got him. He's there," she grunted eagerly.
"Let him do the work," I whispered as our own lips met. "He knows
exactly what to do."
Betty wrapped her arms around both Billy and me as we consummated our
new troilistic relationship.
As I lay on my side snogging Betty, I gently nudged her leg with my
knee to wrap her long shapely legs around Billy's powerful rump. Then I
inveigled her toes into Billy's thick glossy wagging tail. The
sensation of thick fur heightened her zooerotic engagement and Betty
started humping eagerly as Billy forged a new bond with the second
bitch in his pack.
Finally Betty let out a little yelping squeak as she orgasmed and
collapsed languidly under her new lover. Billy also reached his climax
and Betty let out a whoosh of air as he collapsed onto her chest.
"Ooof! He's heavy!" she gasped as she struggled to free herself.
"Don't move. If he's done what he normally does, he's expanded his knot
and you're now tied together."
Betty grinned knowingly.
"For God's sake Bev, I am a vet you know. I can feel it down there.
Don't forget, I've got a proper woman's cunt. It's bigger than your
little bitch hole. The knot isn't so tight."
So saying, she wriggled again but Billy simply sat up again and lodged
his cock deeper. Simultaneously, he expanded his knot further and Betty
let out a squeak of surprise as she found herself tied tightly to him.
There was now no escape as she groaned her submission.
"Oooh, My God. How does he do that? It's huge. I can't move it!"
"He's learned a few tricks," I grinned. "You'll be tied like that for
at least half an hour. Longer still if he feels threatened."
"Shit! I've got an evening surgery in an hour."
"Well then you had better lie still and demonstrate your submission.
You're his bitch now, you're one of his pack."
Betty's face reddened with embarrassment as she concluded that her new
lover certainly had her where he wanted her. There was nothing she
could do to escape the bonding. I kissed her again then demonstrated
how to make Billy move gently onto his side to ease his weight of her
chest. Betty sighed with relief as her position became comfortable and
her breathing became easier. I eased myself off the bed and offered to
make some coffee.
"Oh yes, please, and some cookies if you've got any," she replied
hungrily. "It's hungry work this sex stuff!"
I smiled to myself as I pictured Betty munching cookies and sipping
coffee whilst Billy lay tightly tied inside her.
I took longer than usual with the coffee as I looked in on my puppies
then I returned with a tray piled high with cookies. Betty still had
nearly quarter of an hour to wait before Billy released her so she took
a biscuit and opened her mouth to bite it. She never got a chance
before Billy seized it in his teeth and wolfed down the titbit.
"Hey! You greedy thing," scolded Betty. "That was mine."
"The secret is to give him one then eat your own while he is busy. He's
the boss don't forget"
Betty grinned and held the cookie out for Billy to take. As he lurched
forward to take it, Betty got another pleasant thrust into her pussy
and she gasped with pleasure.
"Ooh, mmm. That's nice! This is much better than getting him to beg!"
I giggled and gave her nipples one last final soft caress before
dressing. Eventually I heard Betty give a grunt of pleasure-pain as
Billy released her. Then she walked a little gingerly into the living
room, looking thoroughly contented as Billy padded close by her side.
"Are you sore?" I asked.
"Only a little. I didn't struggle. If you lie submissively and quietly,
he doesn't hurt."
"Teach your Grandmother," I replied over my shoulder. "Are you going to
stay and watch me feed the pups?"
"I'd love to but I haven't time. Tomorrow evening I'll be round. I'll
re-schedule my surgery."
With that we embraced then separated as Betty minced sensitively out
and I turned to feeding my puppies. I now had time to develop a routine
with my babies. I placed the nursing basket on a low stand beside the
bed within easy reach then I lay on my side with all my clothes off. I
selected the nine little girls and arranged them on my nipples thus
leaving one girly nipple free. Unexpectedly I felt my spare girly
nipple begin to feel tight as my milk began to let down.
After several minutes, the breast began to feel uncomfortable and I
wondered how to relieve it. The milk started to leak down my breast and
I hadn't put any tissues handy. The complication was an obvious result
of having multiple nipples and bitch responses. As the milk trickled
down my breast I cursed and tried to extricate the pups. It was too
difficult. Every time I tried to reach across and place a pup in the
basket, the others tugged tightly at my nipples and hurt them. I was
condemned to lie still until they were fed.
Fortunately, a very interested and greedy father solved my problems. He
must have smelt the excess milk and ambled across the bedroom to
investigate the source of the delicious scent. Gently he sniffed the
sticky trickle then started to lick it eagerly. I gasped with pleasure
as his tongue rasped gently on my nipple then I sagged as the
sensations sent spasms of delight to the main source of my pleasure.
Billy whined softly but had the sense to remain standing beside the bed
so as not to crush his children.
Eventually, all the little girls became satiated and they flopped
backwards to fall asleep. It was now the boy's turn. Fortunately, the
milk build up had been relieved so there was no more pressure. The milk
only secreted, if they sucked.
The boy pups simply had to divide their time between the eight bitch
nipples. This however, still left milk in my girly tits. We solved this
by me suckling one of my nipples as I gently instructed Billy how to
suckle the other without biting me with his huge teeth. He was quick to
learn and for the rest of the weaning period with the pups, my suckling
techniques developed in to variants of this strategy until the pups
were weaned.
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