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I lay behind and atop Sarah on the edge of Holly’s bed. Holly was sitting on her bed, flushed and sweating lightly. She had pulled the duvet over her legs.
After we’d both recovered, I met Sarah’s eyes, and pointed to Holly with my chin, and Sarah nodded.
“Holly, you seem cold and alone. Would you like to join the fun?” I said. Holly sat up on the bed, still covering herself. Her nipples had vanished again.
She looked interested but hesitated, tilted her head shyly, gave the smallest of nods.
“Okay, you’re a bit shy, and you don’t want to be a third wheel. Instead, how would you like to be our little puppydog?”
Holly thought about it, looked relieved and curious, grinned, and said “Arf!”
Sarah looked curious too. I had been planning something like this for Sarah and Liz since Sarah’s remark yesterday about being chained up like animals, but I had all the equipment right now, and Holly did seem rather puppylike.
I went back to Sarah’s bed. “Come here, Holly-dog” I called, slapping my thigh. Holly jumped off the bed, leaving her dildo and covers behind, and walked over to Sarah’s, on her hands and knees as I’d hoped. “Good girl.”
“Fetch me the hood and collar from the table,” I told her. She padded over to the side table, found the collar I’d just put back, and the tight hood with the floppy dog ears.
She picked them up and I barked “No.”
She looked back, puzzled.
“With your mouth, doggy dear.”
She grinned and managed to get the leather collar and the hood into her mouth, and padded back over to me, dropped them at my feet. I stroked her head and shoulders.
“Good puppy.”
I put the tight hood on her head. It mostly covered her hair, and gave her an adorable cartoon canine look. I added the collar round her neck.
She was the cutest little doggy. I had an evil thought.
“Holly, do you have a bathrobe?”
She nodded, panting.
“Stand up, and go put it on.”
Puzzled, she stood normally and found her tan-coloured terry robe, wrapped herself in a long matching belt.
“Can you run out and fetch me big scissors and some duct tape?”
“Sure,” she replied, giggling, still enjoying the hood and collar.
Holly came back much faster than I expected with the duct tape and the scissors.
I thanked her, took the scissors, and took the end of the terrycloth belt holding Holly’s robe together. I held the scissors about 8 inches from the end of the belt, figuring there would still be plenty to hold the robe up with, and looked at Holly.
“Can you spare this much?” I asked.
“Um, okay,” replied Holly, looking puzzled.
While both girls watched, I cut the 8 inches of tan terrycloth belt, and duct-taped it firmly to the back of the butt-plug Holly had bought. She and Sarah both laughed.
“Okay, Holly-puppy. Robe off, you on your paws on the floor.” Still laughing, she handed me her robe and got into position, more adorable than ever.
I took the two pairs of handcuffs and experimentally tried to cuff Holly’s thigh with one. The cuffs were generously sized, and as I’d thought, she was thin enough that one actually fit, without cutting her circulation off.
I brought up her ankle and cuffed it to her thigh, did the same to the other leg. Finally I put the long leather no-thumb gloves on her. She could use her hands for support but not much else.
Now we had a big happy long-legged puppy. “Feel good this way, Holly-dog?” She hung her tongue out and panted. I could see that Holly had found her true inner puppy.
I told her to go over and check herself out, and she padded over to their full-length mirror, reared up to show her paws, hammed up some panting and whining expressions, rocked her head back and forth to see the ears flop, and then padded back, smiling. I laughed and went to the bathroom to wash myself off.
Sarah was enchanted. She kneeled on the carpet and petted Holly and fussed over her, and I returned and joined in and petted her all over too, both drawn by the lust for her ultra-youthful figure, and by Holly’s need for attention, when given just the right way.
Holly rolled over on her back for more petting, waved her paws, lapping up the attention, and I expect feeling as loved and special as anyone ever had. Her self-consciousness at being nude had long vanished. She was probably wondering about the tail by now.
I helped Holly back up onto her hands and knees, told Sarah to get down on the floor in the same position. I knelt between them, and petted both of them for a while, their hair, and down their backs and sides and fronts too, and occasionally between the legs, until they both were starting to breathe a bit faster and heavier.
I handed Sarah the butt-plug with the tail attached, said “remember your special bath this morning? Do that for our little puppy now.” Sarah looked uncomfortable, but I kissed her reassuringly and she nodded. Holly whined in anticipation.
Sarah went around behind Holly, sniffed her butt as another dog might, and then rimmed Holly’s clean little ass with her tongue, while stroking Holly’s still-wet pussy inside and out, putting a finger in her little rosette, getting Holly ready for the plug.
I fetched the little white remote-control vibrator and its control, and massaged Sarah with some Vaseline, getting her ass ready for the larger visitor. Sarah took some Vaseline for Holly, and forced the tail plug into her.
Holly yelped and whined, but continued moaning happily. The tail’s tan colour actually matched her tanned skin pretty well, and I let her go check herself out in the mirror. I heard her giggling and barking happily.
Meanwhile, I took some more Vaseline and inserted the small white electric gel cock into Sarah’s ass. Sarah groaned with pain and pleasure, arched her back, and sought out my hand with her behind.
My hand obliged, held her between her legs, and helped turn Sarah to face the window. I called the puppy back to me, and turned her to face Sarah’s behind, and then I got behind Holly.
I told them, “Holly-puppy, your doggy tongue would feel really good for Mistress just now. But you will do to Mistress only exactly what I do to you, understand?
Holly nodded, and waited. I got down on the floor as well, lifted her tail, and licked Holly’s sopping wet little slit all the way from stem to stern. She did the same to Sarah, and I turned Sarah’s new ass buzzer onto medium.
Sarah exhaled sharply. Then I continued with Holly, my hands around her legs, giving her the most careful, meticulous cunt-licking I’d ever done, while she did her best to copy everything she felt directly to Sarah.
I occasionally looked between her legs and along past her breasts and chin, to make sure Sarah was getting all the right moves too. Holly wettened quickly, Sarah was gasping and whimpering and Holly was pushing her little slit hard into my face, stretched from behind, whining for more.
I pulled her tail a little and she yelped, then tugged on Sarah’s butt plug too. Sarah moaned happily as it vibrated inside her.
Again I told Sarah that she had to hold back on her orgasm, this time waiting for Holly. Sarah croaked back “Yes, sir,” and continued to breathe more thickly as the vibrator and Holly’s transmission of my licking brought her higher.
I was incredibly turned on by Holly’s compact little slit, which was blossoming under my tongue. I cranked Sarah’s vibrations up to high, returned my hand to my cock, where I hadn’t noticed it was.
Holly was now bucking and gasping again, more turned on than ever before as I alternately pushed my tongue inside her, and then licked her clit hard and fast, and as she climaxed continued the licking as I plunged a finger all the way inside, pulled her tail.
She yelped and moaned, plunging her own tongue deep into Sarah, who allowed herself to climax and collapsed on the floor. Holly’s face landed on Sarah’s fine butt, and I just sat up and surveyed my good work.
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Jordan gasped and flushed as she climaxed once again, one screen a freeze-frame close-up on my tongue in Holly’s pussy. She rated this one a definite 8.7.
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Liz lay nude and cooling beside the sleeping Richard, happy he’d serviced her, but feeling unsettled. She wondered if it would help if she could convince him to do it again.
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I realized I had been playing with myself all this time. I was amazed I could even manage an erection, but I had, though just a tentative one.
My exhausted balls seemed ready to shrivel up, but wanted to contribute some more, so I sat Holly back up on her hind legs, brought Sarah up beside her in the same position, and placed Holly’s mouth against my pulsing cock.
She quickly took the head of it, licked off the drops of pre-cum already forming there, and then hesitated, looked sideways at Sarah. Sarah, who had hands to use, took my cock from Holly’s mouth, pulled it roughly down her own throat, got it properly hard, then brought it back out and gave it to Holly again.
Holly tried her best to get her throat around me but gagged. Sarah took my cock back and this time played with it in her mouth, squeezed my aching balls, brought me close to the edge, taking only a minute or two, and then handed me back to Holly.
Holly happily took me back inside her mouth, not so deeply, licked and bit me (“Bad doggy! --yyyy.”), and as I spurted my pitiful few drops, with more pain than pleasure, took all the sperm in her mouth and hesitated.
“Eat it all up, doggy!” I said thickly. She swallowed and licked me off, and stuck her tongue out, panting.
“Arf!” she said, leaving us all laughing.
I slapped both their lovely behinds, took out their butt ornaments, and went to the bathroom to wash everything up.
I came back to find they’d made a space between them for me on Sarah’s bed. Sarah lay face up, smiling and satisfied. Holly lay on one side, wrists and knees up, snuggling the pillow.
I took the cuffs off Holly’s legs before going to sleep, but left her paws and ears and collar in place. Good little puppy.
I lay between them, girl flesh in every direction. Sarah laid a proprietary hand on my sleeping cock and still-aching balls.
I put an arm around Sarah, hand on her far breast, my other arm around the puppy’s behind. Holly squirmed closer and with her paws, clumsily pulled my hand around in front of her, between her legs, so I could put my bladed hand along her slit and up inside her folds, just a bit.
Holly humped my hand a little, rubbed her breasts against my shoulder, and licked my neck enthusiastically.
As she flipped the lights out, Sarah murmured to me, “Thanks for the puppy. Can we keep her?”
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