Deadlier Than The Male

Chapter Nine

She pulled them into the kitchen and ordered them to wait, then patted both their heads. Without the cock, balls and breasts it was difficult to tell who was who. But frankly, as dogs, did it really matter? They looked up at her through their small lenses, both of them finding her extremely sexy in her outfit. As they were so low to the floor, both had a good look up her short skirt and at her tight white panties. She saw them both do this and mischievously slapped their behinds, just pushing in the tails enough to elicit a grunt from them both.

They had to eat, both had extended them selves the previous day and quickly Jo made some oatmeal, humming to herself as she moved around the unfamiliar kitchen, four silent eyes behind small tinted lenses followed her every move. She turned around a couple of times and smiled down at them, well aware of the effect she was having on them, and really taking pleasure in it.

Ladling the oatmeal into two bowls she laid them on the floor. The two doggies looked at each other in silence and then at the bowls.

“Lick the bowls clean, I want nothing left. Then she made herself a cup of tea as they squatted and slowly dipped their mouths into the oatmeal. She revelled in this power, and gently flicked their dildo tails, stuck up in the air. Pat and Tom gulped and gobbled at the food, it was tasteless but nourishing. And they were hungry after the efforts of the day before. The helmets and the mouthpieces made it difficult to eat and particularly to swallow. The rubber in their cheeks and around their teeth meant they ate slowly and messily. Finally, pushing their tongues through the bulbous rubber lips they licked the bowls clean, chasing them into the corner, squatting over them, arses in the air and tails wiggling with their efforts. Jo seemed pleased and laid down bowls of milk, which they lapped and sucked and soon finished. With a damp rag she gripped their heads and unceremoniously wiped their rubber faces clean.

She took their leads and pulled them outside to the back garden, which thank God, thought Pat, was enclosed to prying neighbours eyes. She released their leads and patted their behinds.

“There you go, now off and do you business.” They stared at each other for a second and then waddled off into the garden. Jo sat on a deck chair and watched them slowly move around. Tom was desperate for a piss and without ceremony went to the edge of the lawn and pissed a great stream out of the end of his rubber prosthesis. He groaned with relief.

Pat took her cue and squatted with her legs wide apart, the last thing she wanted was to pee inside her suit. She stretched the suit as far as she could and peed with huge relief. She was pleased to feel it pass out onto the lawn and not into the suit. It was all very undignified and she glanced back at Jo who was having a fine time watching them and finishing her tea. God, Pat thought, she looks great in that little outfit, what I would give to get that saucy schoolgirl over my knee for a good paddling!

She felt really horny now, and they were out of Jo's sight at the end of the garden. Tom was next to her, and clearly had the same idea. He sidled close to her and nuzzled her neck and face, he would have loved to ravage those wonderful breasts but he couldn't get at them. He pushed his tongue through her rubbery lips and Pat reciprocated. They were a strange sight, their lower limbs undetected, their arses plugged and their heads encased, but behind tinted lenses eye met eye and a message passed. There was a little reluctance on Pat's behalf for her affections were slowly being transferred to Jo, but now in this suit she had a carnal hunger inside her, and she felt it was frankly Jo's fault stuffing her in it and not allowing her any release.

Damn the consequences, she thought, I need to be pleasured! She rolled onto her back, her arms sticking out rather oddly and Tom needed no script for he was on her in a flash. His rubber-covered cock appeared in front of her vision and she sucked him into her already partially rubber filled mouth, then she felt his tongue at her pussy. This had to travel a lot further, through his mask and her fake lips so he could not get very far in, but she enjoyed his lapping. She pushed him aside and rolled onto her shortened limbs and then turned her back to him. Well, they were doggies weren't they? So what would be the natural position? She spread her legs as he moved closer, exposing and widening the rubber outer lips. He climbed onto her haunches; all was done by touch although both were making quiet grunting noises now. He could see nothing, only her shiny back and head. He pressed forward with his hard cock, prodding, teasing, feeling, and then finally with a grunt thrusting, and slipping between her rubber lips and into her wet nest. He had never been there before and frankly he was not that comfortable but he felt that after what Jo had done to them both now, well, all bets were off! He groaned with pleasure as he sank into her, gripping her with his short arms and leaning over her back.

She also had mixed feelings, she was now very hot for Jo, and did not want this to screw it up but just look what was happening here. Jo was now the boss, that was for sure, and what pleasure these two could get in the next while they should take, as she thought before damn the consequences. Doing this with Tom now did not change her very strong feelings for Jo in any way. This was seriously pervy sex which she loved, but what she was beginning to feel for Jo was maybe more. She only hoped that Jo had similar thoughts for her. She would no doubt find out shortly!

Now firmly embedded, he thrust fast, in and out, making the beast with two backs. With each thrust inwards his groin also thumped on her tail, and she could feel it push further into her. They grunted away, unaware and now uncaring of where Jo might be. He came in a torrent, without guilt, just an animal, and he could hear her come too shuddering under him. They separated, their laboured breathing a strange sound coming out of their bizarre masks.

They slowly waddled across the lawn to Jo, resplendent in her schoolgirl's uniform and unaware of what had happened. Much as Pat had loved the animal rutting, when she saw Jo she did have a small pang of guilt, she looked so edible like that! Well, if Jo wanted to severely punish her, then Pat would be really quite pleased to satisfy her. They approached her, powerless pets, her legs were spread and they both got a good look at her stocking tops and taut white panties. They sat on their sides, as best they could, either side of her, she tweaked their ears and then with a cruel smile her breasts and his cock. She relished this power so much now.

This went on for a while, Jo taking pleasure having the two of them at her feet. She sneaked a hand under her short skirt and ran it along her outer lips, clearly defined through the panties, and lay back on the chair. Eventually she seemed to bore of this reverie, she needed more action! She stood up.

“I've got and idea!” Pat and Tom stared mutely at each other, what now, they thought, for they now knew she had a very fertile and cruel imagination. She raised Pat's chin and looked into her dark lenses.

“We'll have a game, a game with a victor and a vanquished. To the winner there is a reward and to the loser a punishment. I haven't decided on the reward or punishment yet, but the game is a devious one!”

Jo disappeared into the house, Tom and Pat stared at each other and waited, what were they to do? Run away dressed like this, well that would get the neighbours talking!

Jo reappeared quickly with a double dildo and attached straps in her hand. It was a peculiar, sight, this adult schoolgirl, all innocence and purity, carrying this weapon. Pat grunted, knowing that it could be only for her. Secretly though, she could feel her heart speed up, she knew she was more excited than fearful.

“Come here, arses in the air. We're going to see who can bum fuck the other first! So I'll pull out your tails, like so.” Slowly she eased the two butt plugs out of them, to the relieved groans from them both.

“Now in order to make it fair of course dear Pat here, my favourite bitch, has to have a nice big rubber cock. Bend over Pat, arse in the air, good, now you know what is coming.” Jo bent over Pat, exposing her rear, and slid the rubber cock between her enlarged rubber pussy lips. It slid in very easily, helped no doubt by Tom's cum, but Jo did not comment on this as she wrapped the straps around Pat's groin. The strap separated below her rear passage so Pat, like Tom, was well exposed.

“Perfect, two big rubber cocks, and two nicely inviting bum holes, now the rules are very simple my dear doggies; whoever sticks their cock in the others rear first is the winner. This is no holds barred stuff.”

Pat peered down, as best she could with the wide collar on, beyond her pointed rubber breasts she saw a rampant rubber cock sticking out of her. This was a game she was pretty sure she didn't want to play, because Tom would probably win. But she didn't want to lose, not because of the cock up her arse, she wanted to please Jo. She wanted the reward and not the punishment, although she still had a pang of guilt over fucking Tom, and part of her felt she should admit to it and take her punishment.

“No secret pacts now, play to win, doggies.” Jo chuckled and Pat and Tom separately decided that they would. They wanted to be the victor, which sounded a lot more fun than the vanquished, knowing Jo!

Tom was slightly bigger, not by much, and stronger, but Pat was very athletic, quicker and like most women a lot more flexible and agile. It was a bizarre vignette, as both circled and parried. Pat saw through Tom's tinted lenses that he too was intent on victory. No pact, no pity, no sympathy, and she would play it likewise. Jo was smart; she was dividing, and conquering. Barely a half hour before, they were screwing like dogs, and now they were fighting and wrestling – and for what honour? Put simply, they weren't prepared to lose.

The “dance” went on for quite a while, the only sound being the squeak of rubber on rubber, and the grunting and panting of the two animals. Jo thrilled at the scene she had created - sparring animals, cocks swinging, arms and ears flapping. After twenty minutes both were tiring, but Pat more so. She had fought valiantly but Tom's strength was beginning to take over. Pat had worn her rubber suit under the doggy suit now for nearly a whole day and she was a wash in her own sweat. A couple of times she thought she had Tom, with her arms around his body and her behind him, but he had managed to wriggle free. Now she felt quite exhausted and was almost ready to yield and get bum fucked just to end it.

Finally he had got behind her and was gripping her waist in his stubby arms, oh God, now he has me, she thought. My bum better get ready for this. In final desperation it came to her that his dick was not rubber of course, but the real thing in a thin rubber sleeve – the tenderest male appendage.

So, as he relaxed to enter her rear, clearly thinking she had at last relented (frankly he was very impressed with her fight up to now) she thrust back with her firm arse and squashed his erect organ. Tom let out a muffled shout of pain and almost doubled over.

“Bravo,” shouted Jo, “thought you were a goner there for a minute Pat, fight on!” Jo was getting into this, and truth be told, she really did want Pat to win. With Tom panting in pain, grunts coming from his mask, Pat quickly rounded on him. Despite his pain, he tried to writhe and wriggle but now Pat, who was fast tiring and knew this was her last chance, would not release him. Quickly she raised his rear and lining it up with her rubber cock. She thrust and…..missed, shock waves going through her body from the dildo embedded in her. Come on, come on, she implored herself not to give up now, he'll recover soon and you'll be screwed, bum screwed for sure. She tried again….and missed again, she could feel him recovering in her arms, this chance would be the last. Jo was now squatting next to them, close to the action but not interfering, she did want a fair clash, but only one winner! They were so involved they barely noticed her.

On the third thrust……she hit the bull's-eye, and with a sigh of relief from her and a huge yelp from him, she was in a couple of inches. He was still struggling and it took all her strength to hold onto him; he writhed desperately but it was too late now, and she methodically pushed harder into him. With Jo fascinated, Pat smiled behind her mask and drove into him, up to the hilt.

He wailed through his mask, but he was impaled; she withdrew a little and then thrust again. Now there was no fight left in him, he was defeated and she then set up a smooth rhythm, in and out she steadily thrust and withdrew. Then she came, all the movement in the dildo in Tom reverberating to the cock within her. Jo stood up over the humping twosome, and placed her hand on Tom's jerking helmet.

“Steady there Tom, dear hubby, take your medicine, just think of it as me, returning all your past indiscretions.” He grunted and groaned as Pat continued to thrust; she was not going to stop until she was declared the victor! She was now enjoying this, she was pleasing Jo, and she wanted to do that, and be rewarded. She now wanted to do Jo's bidding, to please her, because the more she thought of her, the more she realised she was falling in love with her. She didn't think of her self as a lesbian, and who cares if she was, but maybe bi? She had come to the rather shocking realisation that she wanted to be kissed, cuddled, fucked and, oh yes, punished by Jo. That was quite a decision after only 24 hours, but she'd never been surer about this than anything else before!

Jo was a pro; in only a day Pat could see that she was warming to her new found talents, her new “life” with real pleasure and great vigour, and Pat wanted to be with her, a pro! Tom was a good fucking machine all right, but did not have the imagination or power of Jo, and this revelation, although a shock, was as clear as day to Pat. How was her love to be reconciled, and reciprocated? Pat would have to work on that, but her sights were now firmly set on Jo's affections.

And Jo? Well after the night before she also found her desires and affections firmly turning, but Pat was not to know that. What do women say, (not men of course!) it takes a woman to know how to satisfy a woman. Well Jo was not about to get into a sexual politics argument but she knew exactly what Pat could do to her! And it had been a fantastic 24 hours for her. Tom would not change, he was a weak philanderer. She knew it took two to tango, but she would pass over that for the time being. Her sympathies were with Pat, a young widower….and an expert lover, both as a dom and a sub, and this excited Jo immensely. She was delighted to see Pat the victor and cradled her masked head in her arms as Pat continued to pump away at poor Tom's arse.

And Pat was happy to do Jo's bidding. She was the victor, and to the victor goes the spoils! After five minutes of buggery, with Tom no longer writhing but just moaning quietly, Jo patted Pat's head tenderly.

“Enough, I think Pat. Maybe leave some for later, mmmm?” Pat withdrew and Tom sank down. Jo slapped his tender behind.

“Well, dear hubby, you're not much of a sight, are you? I'd slink over into the basement and lick your wounds. I'll come for you later and select an appropriate punishment, but for now Pat gets her reward for her fine efforts.” Before Tom could waddle off, Jo replaced the dog's tail and butt plug into his abused but now much more accessible orifice! He grunted but there was no fight left in him and he slinked off to the basement.