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Dog Day Afternoon By Beverly Taff 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 whined our pleasures before finally slumping helpless in our entangled raptures. Billy had established his dominance, and we three were utterly besotted with him.