Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 19:18:01 -0000
From: Beverly Taff <bevanhulse@totalise.co.uk>
Subject: Two by Two chapter 13
Two by Two.
Chapter 13.
That Friday evening, the friends telephoned to
Invite Jane and Sally to a barbecue at Vicky's house the
next day. Naturally, Davinia was invited as well.
Davinia's first night spent as a bitch at Jane's
apartment was to fulfil all her nervous expectations.
Davinia's bitch parts had positively leaked with lust as
they anticipated Jane's beautiful cock finally
consummating her new relationship within the little trio.
Of course, Sally had already technically taken
Davinia's 'virginity' but it was to be Jane's real cock
ejaculating real fluids that finally completed Davinia's
new purpose in life.
After the cafe had closed that Friday evening
Davinia had to be washed after spending the evening
befriending the customers in the restaurant. Everybody
had been enchanted by the beautiful golden haired Basset
Hound for she seemed to radiate a particularly sharp
intelligence. The regular diners congratulated Jane
and Sally on their new pet and most of the diners
couldn't resist stroking Davinia's long silky coat.
One lady simply couldn't resist playing with the long
silky hair and took a ribbon from her bag to tie
Davinia's extra-long mane into a pretty little topknot.
It certainly enhanced Davinia's appearance and perfectly
matched the swishing 'flag' on Davinia's tail. Sally
and Jane were tickled by the addition to Davinia's
appearance and resolved to keep the style.
Despite her internal, human, male persona, even
Davinia was forced to concede, that the bright pink bow
perfectly complemented her long golden hair. She found
herself studying the effect in the mirror as every woman
did and she grinned self-consciously to herself.
"Good God Davinia! You're becoming a proper
little bitch bimbo. Still; the bow certainly did look
nice."
Finally, the cafe was closed for the night and the
trio decided to bath together. Davinia had spent
much time around the tables on the outside pavement and
her coat had become pretty dirty as she perambulated
between the tables frequently rolling over to be petted
and sitting obediently as guests stroked her coat.
Naturally her pussy plug caused a few raised eyebrows but
it had long been accepted that a bitch living so close to
the park was a vulnerable target for any horny passing
mongrel, particularly when that bitch spent so much time
unsupervised amongst the pavement tables. Jane had long
passed off the plug as a special contraceptive device for
she did not yet want her bitch spayed. Occasionally a
nosey guest might have secretly fingered the plug out of
curiosity but nobody ever realised that manipulating the
pussy plug caused Davinia such tremendous pleasure. If
the guest proved to bee too inquisitive, Davinia could
just about find the will to resist the pleasures and make
a desultory snap with her soft rubberised teeth. The
whole 'pussy plug' issue served only to make Davinia
extremely cautious and wary of any persistent abusers who
might have eventually realised her true condition.
In addition to the plug situation, Davinia came to
realise that living so close to the floor incurred
serious penalties when it came to keeping clean.
That night, after completing her own doggy toilet,
Davinia gratefully accepted the invitation to join Jane
and Sally in the large tub that adjoined the playroom.
Gently she was hefted into the warm soapy water and was
soon cavorting eagerly with Jane and Sally amidst the
bubbles and bath salts. Being plump, she found it easy
to float in the bath but swimming was difficult with such
stubby little paws. Davinia soon found herself
eagerly participating in the salacious water games as
human fingers and doggy noses each found their way into
intimate places. By the time they were all dry and
ready for bed, all three libidos were bursting with
anticipation.
That night, Davinia experienced just about every
aspect of female sex she had thought possible, and
several she had never imagined existed. Finally
she fell asleep with Jane's cock entrenched deep inside
her and the knot firmly embedded inside her bitch
sphincter. Furthermore, the tickler ring at the base
of Jane's cock was attached to a secondary dildo. This
dildo was embedded in Sally's pussy so Sally was also
fastened by her sphincter to Jane. Davinia was thus
squeezed intimately between them with her cunt being
reamed and pleasured by Jane whilst her nipples were
being titillated and engorged by Sally's breasts.
Davinia's bitch nature was in heaven whilst her male
persona couldn't resist the idea of sharing a bed with
two girls even if one of them did have a cock.
When they woke in the morning, Sally separated
easily by deflating the artificial knot on the dildo.
Jane's natural cock knot and Davinia's sphincter remained
still firmly tied for they had no such control over their
unruly libidos. As Sally recognised Jane and
Davinia's predicament she realised that Jane could not
move anywhere with the giant animated sausage of lustful
flesh still firmly attached and dragging from her penis.
To move around, Jane would have to scuff around on her
hands and knees with her cock trapped inside Davinia's
cunt sphincter. Without some sort of carriage,
Davina would be Jane's 'Anchor'.
Sally slipped away and returned with a special
little adjustable trolley to place by the bedside.
With Jane and Davinia still tied 'cunt to cock', they
carefully manhandled the nervous Davinia onto the
trolley. With ordinary walking now possible, Jane slipped
a soft silky peignoir over her shoulders and draped the
front over Davinia's bottom. Then she stepped into a
pair of heeled mule slippers.
With the peignoir masking their intimate attachment
it looked as though Jane was simply wheeling Davinia
along the corridor. Carefully she pushed the
'close-coupled' trolley ahead of her while she minced
delicately towards the stairs. Of course, the
vibrations from the trolley wheels and Jane's mincing
'high-heeled' gait sent delightful vibrations through
Davinia's cunny and the poor bitch started squirming
lasciviously. When they arrived at the top of the
stairs Davinia was getting desperate for satisfaction.
She humped Jane's cock eagerly and nearly slid off the
trolley as it bounced onto the footplate of the stair
lift.
Fortunately Jane's rock hard penis acted to firmly
anchor Davinia to the trolley and Davinia managed to
scramble backwards and avoid catastrophe. As the
fright sent shockwaves through her body, Davinia's
sphincter tightened further in a reflexive attempt to
'hold on' to anything that would save her fall. The
sphincter's clenching caused Jane to gasp with increased
lust as she recovered the situation then adjusted the
trolley height and settled in the seat with Davinia still
tied intimately to her cock. Slowly the chairlift
started descending the stairs.
Now Davinia understood what Sally had meant the
previous evening about the use of the stair lift.
Davinia felt a slight twinge of nervousness as she peered
over the edge of the trolley and considered the drop to
the bottom of the spiral stairs.
'It was a huge drop for a short legged little
butterball like her. She would have bounced and
tumbled like a falling barrel, for her stumpy little legs
had already proven to be useless at absorbing any
impact.'
She lay frustratingly still and nervous until the
stair-lift finally reached the bottom with a gentle bump.
Davinia tried to stand so that Jane could avoid adjusting
the trolley again but her little legs were still not long
enough. As Jane rose carefully to her feet they still
had to synchronise their movements and adjust the trolley
simultaneously until Jane and Davinia were standing at
the correct height.
By now the activity was having a powerful effect on
both of them. With each step in her heeled mules,
Jane's pelvis thrust forward and invaded Davinia's eager
sex. Davinia could not help responding and after a few
steps she was eagerly humping in synchronisation to
Jane's stride. Quickly their mutual orgasm mounted
until they were forced to pause in the corridor as the
explosion approached. Sneakily, Sally slipped up
behind Jane and gently brushed the smooth backs of her
thumbnails against the soft silky material that encased
Jane's engorged nipples. Jane let out a groan of
delight and exploded with pleasure exactly as Davinia
whined with lustful satisfaction. Then she collapsed
forward and slumped along Davinia's back as her loins
thrust uncontrollably. Sally continued simply brushing
Jane's rigid nipples through the peignoir until Jane's
spasmodic jerks subsided. Eventually Jane gave a
little whimper and struggled to recover her composure.
"Was that nice darling?" Sally asked.
"Wonderful!" Croaked Jane. "What about you
Dumdums?" She asked Davinia.
Davinia gave a long low whine and waggled her butt
responsively. Once again she cursed her inability to
speak and simply did not know what 'body language' could
convey the utter pleasure she was savouring. Jane
giggled as Davinia's twitching tickled her supersensitive
cock then she started pushing the trolley again.
Still heaving stentorian breaths, Jane finally
pushed the trolley into the kitchen. There she stopped
by a kitchen chair and readjusted again to settle
sideways to the table. Davinia was now lying on the
trolley with her head at table height. As Jane sipped
a hot strong coffee, Davinia had to drink nearly a pint
of milk before she finally felt the urge to relieve
herself.
Self-consciously she looked dolefully over her
shoulder and whined as she 'cocked' her leg incongruously
to signal her needs.
"About time too, you little nympho," giggled Jane as
she rose gently and adjusted the trolley yet again.
Then, still intimately attached to each other they
trundled towards the downstairs bathroom.
There, Sally had to help the naked Jane hoist
Davinia into the bath and turn on the shower. Amidst
the hissing spray, Davinia finally relieved herself and
her sphincter relaxed. Jane slipped free with the
usual dull 'plop' and Davinia whined nervously.
Davinia's bitch parts felt the strange pleasure-pain of
the partition then she squirmed salaciously as Sally
gently manipulated her inverted scabbard back into her
pussy. The exquisitely sensitive 'tubercle' finally
'flipped' back inside Davinia's sphincter sending
paroxysms of lust surging through her loins. She
yelped with surprised delight then started to whine
eagerly as she tried to hump just about anything in
sight.
Sally smiled knowingly at Jane and went to collect
Davinia's pussy plug. Deftly, she inserted it into
Davinia's screaming sex and the frustrated bitch
immediately calmed down. Davinia sagged with relief
as her pussy sphincter now felt properly 'plugged'.
Jane smirked knowingly as she watched Davinia subside.
'Yes', she thought, 'without her essential pussy
plug, poor Davina was a right little horny bitch!'
"We'd both better take a shower darling," suggested
Jane to Davinia, "I smell of your piss and the other dogs
will try to shag you stupid with all that cunt juice
around your pussy."
Davina could easily smell her own secretions and
knew only too well what could happen if she was exposed
to other dogs outside. Gratefully she savoured the
refreshing spray as Jane shampooed and dried the both of
them.
They emerged with their hair gleaming an hour later
just as Vicky and Staz came around to collect them for
the barbecue.
"Mmm. You smell nice darling," complimented Staz
as he savoured Davinia's provocative scent.
Davinia whined nervously and backed between Jane's
legs to protect her vulnerable bitch parts.
"It's all right darling, I won't harm you. I'm
not an animal," reassured Staz.
This evoked a choked giggle from Jane, Vicky and
Sally as they climbed into the car.
"It's a pity she can't talk back to you Staz,"
giggled Sally, "I'm sure she'd have lots to say."
"Perhaps she might; one day. Who can tell?"
"I don't think so," finished Jane. "Doctor Ahmed
made a particular point of making sure Davinia would
never talk unless he particularly reversed certain
procedures in her brain. She can understand you
perfectly Staz, but she'll never be able to tell anybody
who she is or what she was. She'll be a dumb bimbo
bitch until the day she dies. Won't you Dumdums?"
She gushed as she turned to playfully tousle Davinia's
long silky coat.
Davinia barked with frustration and buried her nose
under Sally's short frock as she sulked tearfully.
'It just wasn't fair!' Cried Davinia to herself.
Why was Staz allowed to talk and she not? Still'
she concluded, 'there was some hope. It apparently
only required some rewiring in her human brain and her
doggy throat.' She lay silently savouring Sally's sex
with her cold damp nose as Sally squirmed responsively
then readjusted the hem of her frock to hide Davinia's
lascivious intimacy.
The others chatted about the possibility of Davinia
ever being allowed to talk whilst Vicky fell silent as
she concentrated on the busy weekend traffic.
The main topic of conversation at the barbecue was
the forthcoming marriage between Sally and Jane.
Preparations were well advanced for the wedding and the
following reception at Jack's club in the gay village.
Vicky and Beverly chatted mainly about a substitute
to look after the triplets now that Sally was moving out.
As Jane joined them, she remembered a letter she had
recently received and made a suggestion.
"I've got a niece who's fallen out with her mother,
that is, my older sister. Apparently my sister
disapproved of her daughter's life style and things have
broken down. She say's it was bad enough me turning
out to be gay, -which you all know I'm not-, and she
thinks there may be something in the family genes.
Apparently this niece of mine has turned out to be a
lesbian.
Well, my older sister is a narrow-minded, homophobic
old rat-bag who thinks that all trannies are gay so God
alone knows what she thinks of her own daughter turning
out to be a lesbian! I haven't spoken to my sister
for years but a friend has kept in touch with me and I
found out about my niece through her.
I knew this friend when we were in school and
discovered she was a secret lesbian even then in high
school. Her name's Julia and she's been a closet
lesbian all her life but she's a decent girl with a heart
of gold. Anyway, this friend Julia discovered that
my sister had thrown her own daughter out onto the street
so she took her in. The poor kid was only fifteen and
homeless."
"So why are you telling us this?" Asked Vicky.
"The girl needs a break. She's been living with
Julia for nearly a year now and at that age, kids are
really exploring their sexuality. Julia's an
infant teacher and she's afraid that Trysta's sexual
explorations might expose Julia's own secret sexuality.
She could lose her job. You know what it's like
in Smallville, Bible belt, USA.
Trysta could also end up in real trouble if she's
forced to keep her lesbianism a secret and continue
living under that sort of pressure. They live in
this tiny little Bible-belt town in the Deep South.
You know the sort of place, ranting bible thumpers
preaching fire and brimstone. Any sort of deviancy is
liable to find you winding up dead or ridden out of town
on a rail.
A spell down here in the gay village would help
Trysta come to terms with herself; find herself as it
where. She could live with Sally and me if
necessary. Julia tells me she's not a bad girl, just
that she fell foul of her mother's homophobia."
Vicky drew a deep nervous breath.
"Well we could try her as a nanny on probation.
Staz is home all day and he could keep an eye on her.
If we don't tell her about Staz, he could monitor any
potential danger to the children."
"She's a lesbian Vicky, not a child murderer. If
she does come to stay though, we'd best warn everybody
not to reveal Staz's secret," cautioned Beverly. "You'd
best chat with Staz about it."
And so it came to be.
Jane's niece Trysta arrived a couple of weeks later.
Julia was off for the long summer vacation and she was
keen to sample the lifestyle offered by Jane and her
friends. The gay village had developed a national
reputation and was becoming a popular recreational
destination for gays.
Julia and Trysta drove across country together and
they arrived early one evening just as Jane and Sally
were opening up the cafe. Jane smiled as she
recognised Julia and stepped forward to embrace her in a
tight emotional hug. Trysta stood on the
other side of the car watching curiously until Davinia
waddled up and nosed softly at Trysta's ankles to make
her welcome.
Tears filled Jane's eyes as she sighed and squeezed
Julia.
"Long time, no see. I thought you'd have given up
on the bible bashers and come out here long ago."
Julia grinned and they kissed each other emotionally
as Julia whispered.
"Hi yourself. I've got to think of my job and
the pension. I'll have to stay in teaching for a long
time yet. The life's not that bad and I get to the
big city when I really need to. But just look at
you! My you've turned out really terrific. Is this
the same traumatised kid who ran screaming from that
appalling school all those years ago?"
"Well things move on. How's my son?" Asked Jane
in a low voice.
"He's OK. Your ex remarried soon after she
returned home to the town so there's a stepfather on the
scene. He's a tidy guy though. Actually he's one
of the rare guys in the town who doesn't show any
homophobia. He doesn't beat your boy up and I
see them out and about all the time. The kid's in my
school so I see him a lot. He seems happy with his new
dad and they seem to be getting it together. He's got
a couple of baby stepsisters now. By the way, the girl
playing with the Basset hound is Trysta, your niece."
Jane turned to study the girl. A slender, well
toned kid of about five foot five or five six. The girl
was eagerly playing with Davinia who was relishing the
extra attention.
Trysta obviously had not realised the identity of
the woman talking to Julia. She was bent over tickling
Davinia's belly and unconsciously displaying the crotch
of her panties under the flimsy summer frock. Julia
clambered into the little roadster and reached across to
tap Trysta's butt to attract her attention.
The girl stood upright and realised she had been
displaying her panties but she did not even blush. She
grinned cheekily then stepped lithely around the car and
tossed her braided hair as she boldly studied Julia's
friend. Her gaze was steady and unafraid as she
appraised Jane. Jane smiled and noticed that the
girl's eyes were mismatched colours. One was a
particularly startling turquoise blue whilst the other
was a rich chestnut brown. Jane had seen mismatched
eyes before but this was a particularly noticeable
feature. Trysta's mismatched eyes studied Jane
predatorily and she smiled thoughtfully as she openly
appraised the attractive woman that Julia had been
earnestly talking to.
'Could this be one of Julia's secret 'lipstick
lesbian friends,' thought Trysta.
"D'you recognise this lady?" Asked Julia as she
contemplated Trysta's imminent surprise.
"Should I?" Replied Trysta.
Julia hesitated as she savoured the moment.
"Yes. She's your uncle Jane."
Trysta's jaw sagged with shock. She knew she
was going to meet her mother's weirdo transvestite
brother but she had expected to meet a man in drag.
'Surely this delightful eye candy could never be her
uncle!'
Trysta's jaw worked spasmodically for a few shocked
moments before she found her voice.
"You mean, - you mean you're really Uncle James; my
Mother's brother!"
"The very same," smiled Jane as she cautiously
extended an open hand.
Trysta remained staring stupidly at the stunning
attractive picture of femininity and her immaturity
betrayed her. She had no idea a transvestite could
ever be so convincing. Her mother had only once ever
mentioned the existence of this scandalous uncle and only
then in scornful derogatory terms. Someone in
the town had once mentioned it and Trysta had innocently
asked her mother if it was true. Her mother had
immediately scolded her daughter and demanded that she
'never ask about 'that sick little pervert ever again'!
Thus Trysta had grown up never daring to ask about this
shadowy family secret. When Julia had taken her
in off the streets, she had learned a bit more about her
uncle but only to confirm that he was a transvestite and
lived out west.
Once Trysta had finally recognised her own
homosexuality, she had begun to wonder about this
unmentionable uncle out west. In an effort to try and
understand about transvestites, Trysta had once gone to
the nearest town and visited a seedy secretive bar where
a few transvestites were known to hang out during the
weekends.
Being young and ill informed, Trysta had visited the
bar too early in the evening and only a few individuals
were yet arrived. These individuals where the
regulars, veritable 'longshoremen in drag' and they had
viewed the young girl with some suspicion. Only one
transvestite was prepared to talk but Trysta learned
nothing. The barman had spotted her asking questions
and feared for his licence. Before she could learn
anything, she was asked to leave for being under-age.
She left the bar with a very narrow image of hulking
great men in oversized frocks with thick beard shadows.
As a result of this single experience, Trysta had
truly expected her uncle to be a ridiculous parody of a
woman, some oversized painted clown with heavy shoulders,
slender hips, angular calves and thick layers of makeup
pan-caked over his face to hide the beard shadow.
Instead she was confronted with a stunning beauty
extending a beautifully manicured, delicate little hand.
Trysta's jaw continued working spasmodically as the
vision smiled condescendingly.
'Could this, - this vision of loveliness, really be
her own uncle! This gem was something altogether
different.' This delightful figure still extending
her delicate hand was nothing remotely like what Trysta
had expected. Trysta felt her loins dampen with
curious anticipation as she drank in the vision.
Finally, Trysta remembered her manners and shook the
extended hand as she also shook her head to clear her
brain.
Jane smiled knowingly as she recognised Trysta's
youthful shock. The doubt still shone in Trysta's
confused smile and Jane spoke softly to reassure the
nervous young filly.
"Honestly darling. I'm truly your uncle; a man
with all the bits. I don't bite though."
Trysta continued staring as she recovered her wits
but her loins continued to moisten with unexpected
desire.
'Don't be stupid kid!' Trysta told herself.
'If what she says is true, then this girl is really a
man.' Remember you're a lesbian kid. You don't like
men, you don't like cocks,' she tried to convince
herself.
The idea of a dick hidden under Jane's smart skirt
sent a shudder through Trysta's body. She wanted to
say to herself, 'Uurgh! A man!' But the picture of
loveliness sent completely contradictory messages through
her loins. Trysta surreptitiously squeezed her thighs
as she finally remembered that this Jane was her own
uncle. She spread her arms to embrace the stunningly
attractive lady who was actually slightly shorter than
her.
"You really are my uncle then? This isn't some
sort of joke that gay villagers play on newcomers?"
"No, I'm very same, you mother's own younger
brother. This young lady is Sally, my fiancee,
and that friendly old pooch you've been playing with is
Davinia our guard dog come canine companion. She's
really a big softy and therefore a hopeless guard dog
with no bite at all. But she's very nervous and
she's got a very loud bark. We live over the shop
but we're just about to open. Come and have something to
eat."
Trysta hesitated as she studied Sally, her uncle's
'companion' and wondered what sort of woman would want to
have a transvestite for a partner. Then she looked
again at Jane and answered her own silent question.
'Sally must be some sort of lesbian as well.'
Thus reassured, Trysta embraced Sally then grabbed
her bag from the roadster and followed her uncle into the
restaurant. She could not take her eyes of Jane's
swaying butt and once again had to remind herself that
there was a fully functioning cock inside that frock.
As Jane set the coffee percolator on, Sally gave
Julia and Trysta the grand tour of the cafe and garden
then showed them their rooms above the cafe before
rejoining Jane in the restaurant downstairs. The two
regular waitresses had arrived and Jane was taking a
little break.
They sat and chatted briefly as the restaurant
gradually got busier then Jane had to pitch in and help
her staff. Sally invited Julia and Trysta to visit
Jack's bar down in the village.
"I've heard a lot about Jack's place," observed
Julia. "Is it as good as the stories we hear?"
"One of our friends is a partner. Her name is
Beverly. D'you want to go and meet her? Jane will
be busy here until about nine then she'll join us.
It's midweek and the trade is mainly lunchtime and early
evening. The weekends are busier with late night
trade."
Julia jumped at the offer to visit 'Jacks Bar', the
very Icon of the gay village. Trysta was equally keen
but worried about her age.
"I'm under eighteen. Will I be allowed in?"
"Don't worry. There are several restaurants in
Jack's bar. It's a big place. One of the restaurants
is set apart from the club. Younger people are
allowed to eat and drink coffee and stuff but it is not
licensed. It's like a Fast food bar with armchairs and
sofas. That mean's that younger people are allowed
to visit. Don't forget, Jack is still a doctor and he
holds his ad-hoc casual therapy sessions up there.
Hundred's of young people have come to terms with their
sexuality in the upstairs restaurant. You could not
call it a surgery; it's more of a 'drop-in' social club
with catering facilities. You'll like it Trysta."
Trysta felt reassured. After the pleasant
surprise of seeing her aunty Jane who was really her
uncle, Trysta was just about ready for anything. They
bid farewell to Jane and left her running the cafe.
As Trysta turned to say goodbye, she watched Davinia
enjoying her usual pampering by the customers.
"They'll be along later," advised Sally as she
started the car. "Jane's place closes by nine and
Jack's place doesn't get going until ten during midweek.
We'll pick up Vicky, Betty and Jacky en rout."
"Who are they?" Chorused Julia and Trysta.
"Friends of ours. Vicky and Betty are vets and
Jacky is a vetinary nurse. We move in very
intellectual circles. They'll bring their dogs as well.
Vicky's the lady who's triplets Trysta will be nannying,
so it'll be nice for you to meet."
"Triplets sound's a lot." Remarked Trysta.
"Oh they're much easier than they were. They are
toddling now and will be starting nursery school after
the summer vacation. Your job will be more of an au-
pair girl. Don't worry Vicky pays well. She's a
professor of vetinary medicine and surgery at the
university."
Trysta pumped Sally for more information until they
arrived at Betty and Jacky's house amidst the converted
warehouses and city blocks. Sally explained.
"It's a survivor from the early nineteenth century
property boom when the old town grew up with the railway.
There's a preservation order on it now, in fact the whole
area has got a preservation order. Just look at all the
old wooden buildings."
"Heck! It's like a movie set!" Laughed Julia.
"It's better than that. It's the real McCoy.
They are genuinely original buildings from the mid
nineteenth century up until the middle of the twentieth.
Then the area died until Jack's bar started the germ of
the revival. Betty's house is an early homesteading
gem. It's just a freak of history that it never got
torn down and re-developed. Come on, let's go and get
them. Vicky will be there as well."
They clambered out to meet three women and three
toddlers as well as an assortment of dogs.
"Looks like family night," laughed Sally as they met
and made acquaintances.
Trysta gaped with surprise before turning to Sally.
"How can children go into Jack's bar?"
"There's a family section. Jack's bar covers two
blocks across the main intersection. All four blocks in
the village centre are closed to cars on Friday and
Saturday nights. There's a street market and
everything. It's like Bourbon Street in New
Orleans, only more family friendly and the back streets
are safer. The local population are mainly gay incomers
since Jack's bar opened.
The gay community have made an old slum their own
and gentrified it. Several restaurants and drop in
centres remain open to families and kids. Even the
police are helpful and kind. You'll like it Trysta.
It's nothing like the Bible belt. You'll be surprised
how many 'runaways' turn up looking for help after
escaping from nightmarish childhoods. Of course there
are certain bars where it's not advisable to go unless
you're confident with your sexuality and a legal adult,
but you'd be surprised how protective most decent gays
are once they can live in a pressure-free liberal
climate. People actually reach out to kids found
begging on the street and put them on the right track
towards the drop-in centres. The 'Drop-in centre' at
Jack's bar probably does more good for missing kids than
all the social services and care agencies in the state.
The police find it to be the wonderful source of
information but they don't abuse it. Most of cops
in the local precinct are gay themselves and realise that
sometimes the kids are better off after escaping from
whatever drove them here. There's even a children's
hostel!"
Trysta's mood brightened with anticipation as they
walked the few city blocks from Betty's house into the
heart of the village. It gave her a chance to absorb
the mood of liberality and safety so different from her
brief experiences in other cities that only offered red
light areas.
As the group strolled easily along, it struck Trysta
that there were no street girls working the pavements.
It was only after asking Vicky about it that she learned
of the strictly enforced practice of working from the
bars. This proved less offensive to tourists and
visitors whilst ensuring that the age factor was better
enforced. There were no child prostitutes visible on
the street. It was an activity strictly prohibited by the
police and supported by the locals. Too many incomers
had cause to abhor it. Vicky admitted that some kids
slipped through the net but by and large, most kids were
just thankful for a warm dry, safe bed.
Eventually they reached the crowded pedestrian area
and Trysta was delighted to be associated with such well-
known locals. From nearly every doorway a smile or
greeting emerged as they progressed towards the main
intersection. Betty and Jacky took Julia into the bar
with the dogs, whilst Vicky and Sally took Trysta and the
triplet toddlers into the restaurant upstairs and
introduced Trysta to Jack.
Trysta was surprised to discover that Jack was a
typical example of her original preconceptions of a
transvestite. A man in drag who would never have
'passed. Trysta was also surprised to see several
children lounging on sofas across the far side of the
restaurant where it served as a drop-in centre. She
turned to Jack and asked about them as he signalled
towards the woman behind the counter.
"Oh them. They're mostly runaways. We let
them stay there without any questions or pressure until
they are ready to talk. Most of them are cold and
hungry. The woman behind the counter with the soft
drinks, coffee and hot food is a volunteer. She's a
lesbian who makes no secret of her sexuality but her
regular job is a cop from the vice squad. She makes no
secret being a cop and it's up to the kids to volunteer
anything. At least they're safe here and they can
sleep on those settees for the night.
After a few days TLC, most kids are forthcoming and
she can help them a lot. We employ a strict policy of
anonymity. You wouldn't believe the number of kids
here who've 'come out'!
Even the local high school has a gay annexe here in
the village. It's all open and above board but all the
adults are volunteers. That way the kids feel less
threatened by authority. The very fact that they are
free to come and go between the drop-in centres reassures
them that they are not being coerced or bullied. You
should visit the hostel sometime. Some of the kids
feel safe for the first time in their lives. Mainly
because they are free to come and go if they don't like
it. We also listen to the kids. We take their
word seriously even when we're pretty certain they are
lying. And believe me Trysta; they lie! Sometimes
it was the only protection mechanism they had if they
were abused in care!
It's taken us time to get the city council to accept
us but now they recognise that Gay kids stand a better
chance of thriving here than anywhere else. The main
curing agency is our openness and honesty. What did
the old bard write? 'To thine own self be
true, and it shall follow as night unto day that thou
cans't be false to others.'
It works for the kids believe me!"
Trysta nodded sagely as she recollected her own
angst during puberty and the ghastly experiences at the
hands of her own mother. The village was looking more
attractive to Trysta with every turn.
As Jack finished talking, Penny came over with a
huge tray loaded with a stack of Danish pastries and an
enormous coffee pot. She set the loaded tray down on
the table and rubbed her back, glad to be free of the
weight. Vicky and Sally played mother while Trysta
eyed the stack of inviting pastries. Penny caught her
eye and smiled her consent as she proffered one of the
plate-sized apple filled delights.
"You'd better try one before they all disappear.
D'you drink coffee?"
Trysta nodded and Penny filled a mug with the
instant coffee from the huge pot.
"We don't stand on ceremony here kid and you don't
get any fancy stuff, but it's free and hot. That's
what most kids want when they come here first time. Are
you a runaway?" She asked bluntly.
"Eh, no. I'm with Vicky and Sally."
"Well it makes no difference. Get it down you.
Grab it now, look, some of the kids have spotted the
food."
Trysta smiled her thanks and turned to study the
other kids.
Most were spread across the sofas and armchairs just
hanging loose whilst a small group were playing pool and
a larger group were swaying to the low monotonous beat
from a small DV player. A group was already approaching
the huge tray of pastries.
Then Trysta turned to the cross-dressed Jack.
"You'd never pass for a woman, not like Jane."
"D'you mean the girl who runs the cafe by the park?"
"Yes."
"How do you know her?" Asked Jack.
"She's my uncle."
"Oh so you're that Trysta. Beverly did mention
it.
"Who's Beverly?"
"My business partner. She lives in the flat
upstairs. She'll be down shortly."
"Is she a transvestite too?"
"No. She's a transsexual. Beverly lives over the
shop and minds the premises. I live with my regular
wife and two kids in the suburbs across town."
"You mean you're married!" Wondered Trysta, a
little confused at Jack's revelation.
"Of course. I'm a tranny, I'm not gay."
"But, - doesn't your wife object?"
"No. I still practice as a doctor here in the
village. My surgery is next door in the hotel block
that Beverly and I co-own. My wife comes down sometimes
during the nine to five hours but normally she lives the
life of so called respectability in the suburbs. My
kids live there as well, they're too young to understand
about my cross-dressing just yet."
"And these kids; do they object to you cross
dressing. You'd never pass."
"It's a statement Trysta. I am a transvestite who
can control the cross dressing but I cannot stop it.
The need is always there and I always wear women's
underwear. At night when I'm 'on duty' as it where, I
always make it obvious to any new kids that I am what I
am. I make no secret of it and it shows that I am
being honest.
The kids are often nervous about it at first but
eventually they realised I'm being totally up front and
honest. Then they feel free to express their own hang-
ups. Later on I go down into the club to indulge my
transvestism with other clubbers. In the early
morning, I go home cold sober to my wife. I'm a tranny,
not a brute or a child abuser.
Beverly usually locks up after the last clubber goes
home. It works for me and it works for these kids."
Trysta fell silent until a couple of the kids
wandered over and introduced themselves as they grabbed a
couple of the pastries. After exchanging
pleasantries, Trysta joined them on the dance floor
whilst Penny cleared the dishes. As Trysta danced
Jack chatted to Vicky and Sally while they played with
the triplets.
"So she's the new au-pair girl come nanny."
Observed Jack.
"Yes. As you know, Sally's marrying Jane and the
triplets will need a new nanny to look after them between
nursery time and me coming home," replied Vicky
"Well. She seems a good kid. Is she like minded
about dogs and stuff?"
"No. She's a good clean living little lesbian.
She'll be staying at her uncle Jane's each night. She'll
have her own bedroom and bathroom so she'll be able to
live her own life."
Jack raised a questioning eyebrow and pulled a face.
"I hope so." I know how persuasive you lot can
be."
"No. We live our own lives and keep ourselves to
ourselves. She won't even know about Staz being able to
talk. The nannying is correct and above board.
Anyway the triplets are growing up and the last thing we
want is for them to reveal Staz's secret. Staz knows
the risks and we've all agreed to keep quiet about it."
Jack shrugged and stood up to make his way
downstairs into the club. Vicky followed him whilst
Sally spoke to Trysta.
"We're going downstairs into the club. Penny will
be here. Will you look after the triplets?"
"Trysta nodded and moved over to a creche corner
where the triplets were playing on some toys. It
was getting late and eventually, all three toddlers fell
asleep as Beverly came down from her flat with Billy her
huge Alsatian partner. She crossed the drop-in
centre to exchange words with Penny and Trysta's eyes
followed the stranger across the room. Beverly turned
to study the girl then she came over with Penny.
"So you're Jane's niece."
"Yes." Replied Trysta guardedly. "Who are you?"
"I'm Beverly, Jacks business partner. Would you
like to take Vicky's children up to my apartment? It's
quieter up there and they can lie on the bed. They
often stay up there with Sally."
Trysta considered the idea then suggested that
Beverly return with Vicky. Beverly recognised the
young girl's caution and did as suggested. Beverly
returned with Vicky and Julia who helped carry the
sleeping babes up to Beverly's extensive apartment.
Trysta's eyes widened as she checked out the rooms with
Julia.
"Jeeze, some pad!" Observed Trysta. "I could sure
live in a place like this."
"Well she and Jack own both this block with the club
and the one across the street with the hotel. She can
afford to live in a pad like this. She started in the
gutter then progressed to cleaning toilets and finally
she and Jack built their little empire. Good luck to
them, I say."
They returned to find that Jane and Davinia had
arrived so Beverly agreed to look after the babies for an
hour whilst Trysta was escorted into the main club to
savour the adult scene. Her identity was not disclosed
to anybody and her age was kept a secret. Although not
yet seventeen, it was easy to masquerade as an eighteen-
year-old woman. When she returned to take up her stint
of babysitting the triplets she was wide-eyed with
wonder. Beverly rose from the settee where the dogs,
Staz, Zeta and Davinia were stretched out. Billy was
doing duty as guard dog and assisting the bouncers in the
club
"The triplets are sleeping peacefully at the moment
and Vicky will be up in an hour to look after them," she
informed Trysta, "then the rest of the evening is yours.
Staz, Zeta and Davinia will keep you company."
Trysta glanced disinterestedly at the dogs then
flipped the remote to watch television as she curled up
on the settee. There was nothing much on so she got up
again and started browsing through Beverly's book
collection. This proved equally fruitless and she
eventually found a fashion magazine. As she settled
down to read it, Staz and Zeta joined her on the settee.
There was plenty of room for all of them on the huge
settee and Trysta stretched her legs as she savoured the
soft fur through her toes. Then Davinia tried to join
them and Trysta giggled as the helpless Basset hound
whined to be helped up.
"What's up dumdums?" Grinned Trysta as she smiled
at Davinia's futile efforts. "Are your funny little
legs too short then darling?"
Davinia barked with frustration and launched herself
hopelessly at the settee. Her chest fetched up against
the front of the settee and she winded herself as she
flopped backwards exhausted as she gasped for breath.
Trysta became a little concerned and leant forward to
check that the poor bitch was OK. Davinia whined
plaintively and Trysta's hand hovered uncertainly over
the dog as she debated whether to lift the dog up.
As she considered lifting the Basset hound, she was
amazed to see Staz lean forward and grab Davinia's collar
in his powerful jaws.
With a powerful heave, Staz expertly dragged the
floundering butterball up onto the large settee and
Davinia licked his jaws gratefully as her tail thumped a
thankful tattoo.
"You've done that before," chuckled Trysta as she
settled back comfortably to read her fashion magazine.
Staz and Zeta remained silent and settled at the end
of the Settee as Trysta resumed wiggling her toes in Staz
and Zeta's thick fur. Davinia became a little
jealous of the attention Trysta was paying to the
Alsatians and she whined ingratiatingly then inveigled
herself into Trysta's lap. Trysta grinned and
absentmindedly stroked Davinia's long silky hair as she
feathered the soft silky tresses through her fingers.
Affectionately, Davinia snuggled closer then found her
nose slowly being drawn to the provocative scents
lingering under Trysta's skirt. Gently she nosed under
Trysta's skirt and the teenaged girl twitched slightly as
she giggled softly.
"What are you doing, you naughty little dog?
Don't play with what you don't understand."
Davinia mistook Trysta's soft whispering tones as
a prelude to an invite. In his previous human male
persona, he only understood No' if it was accompanied by
a loud protest or a clear demonstration of anger. As
a one-time man, when he had 'tried something on,' the
offended girl's refusal had usually been loud and angry
when he 'groped' what he mistakenly presumed was a
potential lay.
Such protests had been a part of the confusion that
had finally turned him into a one-time rapist.
'Women dressed in short provocative skirts and then
screamed the house down when a man became interested.'
Of course, the one time David had been a totally
dysfunctional man. He failed utterly to understand a
woman's right to say no just once and mean it!
As Trysta giggled and twitched without scolding the
dumb dog, Davinia reverted to her old male preconceptions
and pressed her suit. Her cold wet pointed nose dug
determinedly into Trysta's sex.
Finally, Trysta got firm and she smacked Davinia
firmly as she reached for Davinia's butt.
"Stoppit you little bitch! How would you like it
if I groped you?"
So saying, Trysta grabbed Davinia's butt then forced
her fingers roughly past the cunny plug and dug her sharp
fingernails into Davinia's sensitive sex. Davinia
yelped with pain and lurched forward with shock.
Trysta did not have time to withdraw her fingers gently
and as Davinia slid off the settee, the cunny plug became
lodged behind Trysta's knuckles and flopped out of
Davinia's sex with a slurping 'plop'. Trysta made a
grab to catch Davinia with her other hand even as she
found the strange 'cunny plug' in the palm of her free
hand.
Fortunately, Staz had also lurched forward to catch
Davinia and between them, Trysta and Staz managed to haul
Davinia back onto the settee. Davinia paddled
urgently then let out a frustrated whine as she recovered
her position on the settee and squirmed urgently with
frustration.
Trysta was perplexed and a little frightened.
In her left hand she still held Davinia's cunny plug
whilst her right hand fingered the strange tubercle organ
that had flopped out of Davinia's sex as the plug had
been dragged out. She felt the peculiar 'sphincter ring
and withdrew her fingers immediately.
"Oh my God!" Cried Trysta as she wondered what
she had done to the dog.
She started in fear as Davinia whined and squirmed
as though in agony whilst it was really in ecstasy.
Trysta just stared like a mesmerised rabbit as she gaped
stupidly at the strange dark tubercle that protruded from
Davinia's cunt like the foot of a sea anemone.
"What the hell have I done?" she gasped tearfully.
Staz quickly took charge and rolled Davinia over
with his powerful jaws as Zeta gently tongued the strange
tubercle back into Davinia's sex.
Trysta watched fascinated as the tubercle slowly
retracted then flipped back into Davinia's body with
another soft sucking sound. However, despite
the tubercle having been properly re-located, Davinia
continued squirming and whining urgently. Trysta
became scared and nervously dropped the cunny plug down
beside the frantic Davinia. Without missing a beat,
Staz gently picked up the plug in his jaws, then, he
spread his paws over Davinia's belly as he held her tight
and carefully inserted the plug back into Davinia's cunt.
Slowly he twisted and rocked the plug until it was almost
all the way into Davinia's cunt then the plug finally
popped into the last couple of centimetres with a
noticeable 'plop'. Davinia immediately calmed down
and let of a long whine of relief as she struggled to
stand again. Her stumpy little legs paddled uselessly
against the satiny cover of the settee as her blunt human
type nails failed to gain any grip. Finally Staz gave
her collar a gently tug to rotate her to the upright
position. Trysta smirked as she realised just how
helpless Davina was. She extended an apologetic
hand and Davinia crept submissively forward to lick
Trysta's hand ingratiatingly.
"Well you are a silly dog aren't you Dumdums?"
Davina fumed inwardly at Trysta having so readily
adopted Jane and Sally's nickname but there was little
she could do. Her rubber teeth and soft human
toenails precluded any demonstration of doggy discontent.
Instead she was forced to crawl on her belly and present
her throat submissively to demonstrate her low pack
status. Tryst a relented and laughed affectionately as
she recognised the doggy message of submission. Gently
she tugged Davinia back onto her lap and softly kissed
Davinia's lips.
"There, there Dumdums. Everything forgiven. Come
on, make yourself comfortable on my lap."
Davinia settled gratefully onto Trysta's soft thighs
and her tail thumped a 'thankyou'.
Trysta resumed browsing through the fashion magazine
and noticed herself becoming slightly horny as she
studied the models. She particularly liked the
articles or adverts about lingerie.
Eventually Trysta came to an article about underwear
and properly fitting bras. Curiously. Curious about
her teenaged body, she fingered the under-wiring of her
own bra through the satiny texture of her blouse to
determine the fit and support.
Dissatisfied with her finding's she decided to take
her bra off and study the marks on her body to see if her
own bra was working properly. She sat up and removed her
blouse and bra. Davinia unfortunately misread Trysta's
innocent intentions and presumed Trysta was at last
contemplating some doggy, girly action. Trysta of
course, had no idea about Davinia or Staz's human
awareness and continued removing her blouse and bra as
though nobody else was in the room.
As Trysta was fiddling with the back fastening,
Davinia nosed hopefully forward and extended a curious
nose just as Trysta slid the bra down her arms.
Trysta's breasts flopped forward and Davinia's long
tongue made perfect contact with Trysta's sensitive
teenaged nipples. This was just as Trysta had the bra
straps around her wrists and fiddling to release her
hands to defend herself.
Her nipples fetched up firmly against Davinia's nose
and it only took a few rasps of Davinia's long doggy
tongue to send judders of delight through Trysta's
nipples.
"Oh-ooh. Aah-ah!" Squeaked Trysta. "You
silly dog! Stoppit!"
Despite her protests, Trysta's nipples had already
hardened with lust and Davinia, being only human knew
that this time, she was right. Trysta was horny! As a
one time human male, Davinia knew that Trysta's stiff,
turgid nipples meant the girl was horny whilst her
supersensitive Basset hound nose earlier picked up the
first feint scent of arousal erupting from under Trysta's
short skirt. Davinia pressed home her advantage
and Trysta gave another gasp then squealed with confused
pleasure.
"Stoppit, you silly girl. Ooh! Aaahh! Leave my
tits alone!" She protested feebly and unconvincingly.
By now, Trysta's nipples were stiff and swollen fit
to bust with lust and she raised her hands feebly to ward
off Davinia's attentions.
"Ooohh! Stop that darling. You're a naughty
girl! Aaah-ahh, Stoppit!"
Trysta's last coherent beseechment was almost
inaudible as the waves of lust took control of her virile
teenaged libido and she slumped backwards in abandoned
defeat.
Within moments, Trysta was mewling submissively as
her needs translated rapidly from her nipples to her
pussy. There, under her panties, her urgency quickly
amplified and her juices flooded forth to alert Staz's
less sensitive Alsatian nose to Trysta's needs.
Before Trysta had realised it, the large Alsatian
dog was sniffing eagerly at her core and tugging at her
panties as his sharp powerful sharp teeth neatly split
the crotch of her panties open.
The destruction of Trysta's panty crotch seemed to
signal the destruction of the last bastion of Trysta's
defence, but her lesbian proclivities caused her to tense
with fear.
Her sex was now utterly open to assault but the lesbian
Trysta was terrified as she spotted Staz's rigid erect
doggy cock. A wave of revulsion caused Trysta to
tense with horror. She wanted Davinia the bitch to
service her with her long knowledgeable tongue, not the
randy Staz with his cruel rigid cock.
Unknown to Trysta, Staz had recognised her 'body
language' and smelt Trysta's fear of male rape. She
was stunned and amazed when Staz had immediately backed
off and invited Davinia to address the issue.
Trysta was stunned to realise that somehow, the huge dog
had recognised her lesbianism.
'Hell!' she thought, 'The dog seemed almost human!'
As she pondered this impossible scenario she felt a
strange surge of anticipatory dampness flooding from her
loins. The dog nosed gently again at her open helpless
sex then turned to the Basset bitch and forced her
forward to bury her nose into Trysta's soaking sex.
Trysta gave another lurch of delight then sagged with
relief.
'The dog seemed almost superhuman in it's awareness
of her lesbian sexuality.'
As tears of gratitude splashed down her cheeks,
Trysta reached out to thank the massive Alsatian and she
fingered the huge ruff of fur around his neck. Staz
gently licked the tears from her cheeks then motioned
pointedly with his nose towards Davinia.
Trysta croaked a soft 'Thank you,' then let out a
nervous whimper of realisation. As Davinia's nose found
its mark Trysta finally overcame her reservations about
doggy sex. She conceded to herself that she was utterly
horny and completely in thrall to her bodily desires.
Then as she reconciled herself to the development,
another wave of bizarre expectation surged through her
body and caused every part of her body to tingle as she
realised she was about to be 'serviced' in a most unusual
way. It was going to be lesbian doggy sex and mainly
with a lesbian doggy dwarf.
She considered wailing for assistance but realised
that the low thump of music from the club would have
drowned out any cries for help, and anyway, her body was
screaming to be 'serviced'.
Trysta parted her thighs in total surrender and
turned her head aside to expose her throat in total
submission. Strangely, Staz gently gripped her throat
for a moment in token mastery before surrendering his
sexual mastery of Trysta to the bitches. The Alsatian
bitch then gripped Trysta's neck with her jaws and held
it momentarily before turning her attentions to Trysta's
desperately stiff swollen nipples. Thus the Alsatians
displayed their positions in the pecking order. As he
urges overtook her, Trysta noticed that strangely, the
knowledgeable Basset hound seemed to have no interest in
the pecking order. She made token 'bite' at Trysta's
bared submissive throat, but her strange rubber teeth
only served to obviate Davinia's total subjection to the
bottom of any pecking order. Davinia could not have
bitten Trysta's throat, even if she wanted to.
However, Trysta was not at all worried about
Davinia's low doggy status. What was far more
important to Trysta was that Davina seemed to know just
about everything there was to know about the human female
anatomy.
In total abandon, Trysta stretched out in complete
surrender as the two bitches busied themselves with her
nubile young body. Zeta licked softly at Trysta's
engorged nipples whilst Davina busied herself
industriously in Trysta's secret places.
Staz simply padded away and settled protectively in
the bedroom where the triplets lay fast asleep on
Beverly's huge bed.
Within minutes, Trysta was a whimpering, quivering
jelly of orgasmic abandon as her juices flowed and she
squirmed and groaned. She was a bit concerned about
staining the settee but Davina drank deep of her flowing
juices as her knowing tongue eagerly wiped Trysta's young
crack. The powerful hormonal scent of Trysta's
youthful juices served to inflame Davinia's passions.
The scent invaded Davinia's canine nostrils and drenched
Davinia's supersensitive canine olfactory organs like
thick scented nectar. Davinia quickly found herself
desperately wanting to screw Trysta like any red-blooded
male. Her efforts however, were utterly frustrated
for she had not the right equipment to fulfil her own
urges. Under her tail, her little clitty became
progressively stiffer as her bud engorged with blood, but
Davinia was utterly unable to satisfy her own urges.
Her frustrated efforts to 'mount' Trysta only served to
tantalise Trysta's curiosity.
Eventually, Trysta recovered from her own orgasms
and became curious about Davinia's desperate frustrated
behaviour.
"What's the matter my little pet. Are you horny
then? You're behaving as if you thought you had a
doggie's dick. You can't shag me darling. You
haven't got a cock! What a strange little doggy you
are aren't you?" She whispered. "Are you really a
little lesbian at heart then?"
Davinia whined urgently then turned and frotted her
butt eagerly against Trysta's inquisitive fingers.
"Well, well! You little nympho," giggled Trysta,
"who'd have thought a bitch could be so horny and a
lesbian to boot!"
Davinia simply stared beseechingly over her shoulder
and continued desperately frotting Trysta's fingers.
Trysta finally relented and started manipulating
Davinia's pussy-plug until the poor demented hound let
out a wail of delight and flopped prostrate on the
settee. Trysta ran her fingers through Davinia's soft
silky coat then promptly fell asleep beside the sated
bitch. She was still fast asleep when her uncle Jane
arrived.
When Jane had closed the cafe, she had made straight
for Jack's club and met Beverly downstairs. Beverly
explained where Trysta was then explained that she would
be relieving the young girl in the babysitting roster in
about twenty minutes. She invited Jane to go and visit
her niece with the triplets before Trysta finished her
babysitting stint.
Jane accepted Beverly's offer and innocently entered
the apartment to find her almost naked sleeping niece
stretched wantonly across the settee. Her torn
crotch less panties had ridden up around her waist and
her bra was lying on the floor. Davinia lay sleeping
between her widespread thighs with her nose buried deep
in Trysta's sex. Zeta lay beside the sleeping girl
with one of Trysta's rock hard nipples gently held in her
massive but delicate teeth. A reformation artist could
not have painted a more dissolute scene.
Jane's eyes widened with appreciative surprise but
she resisted the urge to wake the girl and simply crept
into the bedroom to check on the triplets. A low growl
turned into a whisper as Staz recognised the 'intruder'.
"Oh it's you," he whispered.
"What's been going on there then?" Whispered Jane.
"It's you're niece. At first, I think she got
her messages tangled up, but things seemed to get out of
hand. It seems that now she has become a keen dog
lover. I think Davinia's converted her."
"But you didn't- you haven't have you?"
"Me? Oh no. Good gracious me no. No, you're
niece is a confirmed lesbian," reassured Staz.
"Anyway, It wouldn't be right for me to screw her.
Don't forget, she could get pregnant."
"Of course! I keep forgetting you've got a human
testicle as well as a doggy one. What shall we do?"
"Well I think you'd better go and wake her up.
Gently of course, let's not frighten her. Just look at
her. A perfect picture of debauched flagrant delicto."
Jane grinned at Staz then crept back to her niece
and stood behind the settee as she gently caressed the
other exposed nipple. Trysta gave a twitch of sensuous
delight and humped softly against Davinia's nose as she
savoured the extra stimulation. Davinia's eyes opened
sleepily then widened nervously as she recognised her
mistress standing behind the settee. Jane put her
finger to her lips and motioned to Davinia to continue
thrusting her nose into Trysta's sex. Zeta had also
woken and quickly realised that the fun was resuming
again. Trysta started orgasaming again before she
had properly awoken and her soft whimpering was music to
Jane's ears. Finally Trysta woke after she had spent
her juices and she suddenly realised another woman was
masterminding her enjoyment. Her eyes widened suddenly
as realisation flooded her brain.
"Who are-. Oh my God!! Uncle Jane!"
Jane gently restrained Trysta's desperate effort to
get up and the girl sagged back in fearful contemplation.
"It's not what you think," she pleaded, "it's this
damned dog. It's Davinia. She led me to it."
"I hardly think so darling," replied Jane softly,
"Davinia's just a dog. You can't blame a dog for your
own urges."
"It's true!" Cried Trysta again. "It's this dog.
She gets to you. She knows exactly what turns a girl
on. She knows all the right buttons. It's almost as
if she, - she's, you know, - she knows!"
"Are you trying to say Davinia's some sort of
lesbian love machine?"
Trysta fell silent. The very idea seemed
preposterous in the cold light of discovery.
"Well- there's something. That dog's more than
she seems. She seems to read every sign, every signal.
I'm frightened."
"Well I think you'd better get yourself decent.
And those knickers; Davinia couldn't do that. I'm sure
you've realised by now that Davinia's teeth are purely
cosmetic implants. They're soft rubber, she couldn't
rip a spiders web."
"That was the big dog, the Alsatian, Staz. He
ripped my pants then seemed to understand. He went to
the bedroom and left me to the mercy of this horny bitch.
I tell you there's more to these dogs than what's
natural."
"Oh I'm sure you're imagining things young lady.
Now get dressed. I'm afraid I've got no spare panties
so you'll have to wait until Beverly arrives. She's
about your size and she's bound to have an unused pair in
her lingerie drawer."
"But, She'll know then!" Wailed a nervous Trysta.
Jane fell silent then whispered conspiratorially.
"OK then, go and see what you can find, but don't
disturb her drawers too much. We girls are quick to
notice if our drawers have been rifled."
"Huh how would you know?" Giggled Trysta as she
clambered delicately off the settee to the bathroom.
"Believe me darling. I've been there from both
sides of the line. I've rifled few a drawers when I
was a little boy but I don't need to do it any more.
Then when I was older, I had my own drawers rifled so I
know how it feels. My own wife got suspicious and
rifled through my drawers. That's how I was
discovered. That's why your aunty left me."
Trysta fell silent as she slowly realised just where
her uncle Jane was coming from. There was a history
about her family that Trysta wanted to learn about but
just now was not the time. She had to get cleaned up
and presentable before Beverly arrived. Quickly she
douched herself down on the bidet then returned to find
her uncle tidying up.
"Be quick now. Just grab a pair of new panties
from Beverly's lingerie drawer then slip them on."
Trysta wasted no time and searched urgently through
Beverly drawers. She returned a little concerned.
"It's weird, there are no panties only body shapers
and stuff. She must keep them in a secret drawer or
something."
Suddenly Jane felt faint. She remembered Beverly's
peculiar needs because of her multiple bitch nipples.
Beverly had often said she found panties uncomfortable
because the elasticated waists would tug at her bitch
nipples. All her underwear comprised her special body
shapers with the specialised satiny mini-cups to protect
and support her sensitive bitch nipples below and above
her navel. Even the high waistbands of tights would rub
her nipples and she always had to wear stockings and
suspenders attached to her special body-shapers. It
was unlikely that Beverly had any panties or tights in
her whole lingerie collection.
Jane searched desperately for a solution but ideas
refused to flow. By now Trysta was fingering one of
Beverly's special body shapers and examining the
miniature satiny cups in the tummy panel.
"What on earth are these for?" Squeaked a curious
Trysta as she held up the body shaper to the light and
wrinkled her brow in curiosity.
"It's nothing to do with you. Now fold it away
properly before she comes and catches you. You'll have
to go without panties."
"What! With this miniskirt? Just look at it.
I'd show everything I've got!"
To demonstrate her vulnerability, Trysta bent ever
so slightly and her naked cleft was immediately bared to
view. Jane realised that Trysta had to have some sort
of crotch-piece to cover her sex. Trysta would have to
wear something. Ruefully she gave Trysta permission
to war the satiny body shaped and her niece quickly
stepped into it. Even as they had finished cleaning up
the evidence of Trysta's debauchery, Beverly heels
clicked along the corridor.
"Are they asleep?" Whispered Beverly as she
entered.
Trysta nodded silently and they changed shifts.
Trysta returned eagerly to the downstairs club whilst
Jane and Beverly chatted. Tactfully, Jane explained to
Beverly about the debauchery and the borrowed body-
shaper.
"Well. It's no use crying over spilt milk," sighed
Beverly. "She can hardly say anything if she's a
lesbian doggy fucker herself."
"Well I didn't tell her what the mini-cups were for
so she's not aware of anything."
"She's bound to ask somebody though. Then my
secret might be out. I think it best if you tell her
and hold her to secrecy. After all, you're her uncle.
She's already very fond of you. I was speaking to her
about you earlier. She thinks you're very brave."
"Why?" Asked Jane.
"For coming out as a full time tranny. She thinks
that's incredibly brave."
"Huh it might have been back home were we grew up
but not out here in the gay village. Anyway I pass
easily. Anybody who learns that I'm really a man is
invariably shocked then curious."
"Well I give you permission to tell her about my
bitch tits. It'll be best coming from you and she can
learn to behave like a responsible adult who has to
respect other people's secrets and stuff."
"Boy is that girl on some learning curve," giggled
Jane as she left Beverly to baby-sit the triplets.