Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 13:55:28 +0100
From: Beverly Taff <bevanhulse@totalise.co.uk>
Subject: Two by Two Chapter 15.
Two by Two.
Chapter 15.
A few days later, Trysta took up her new job as
Nanny to Vicky's triplets and part time au pair. She
was pleased with the conditions for the children were now
spending several hours each day in the kindergarten.
Her busiest times were the mornings when she prepared the
triplets for kindergarten then returned home to do some
housework. Before picking the children up she usually
took Staz and Zeta to the park then picked up Davinia
from her uncle Jane's cafe and spent a long lunch either
at her uncle's cafe or in the park whilst the dogs
exercised themselves.
It amused Trysta that Davinia never wandered far.
She knew that she was hopelessly vulnerable to the
unwanted attentions of any randy stray dog and she
desperately did not want to get pregnant.
Consequently she would only waddle a few yards away from
Trysta unless Staz and Zeta were immediately to hand for
protection. After the dogs had exercised Trysta always
returned to her uncle Jane and Sally's cafe to spend an
hour or so before picking the children up at about two
thirty. The routine was regular and it gave Trysta
every evening off unless Vicky had something special
arranged. Trysta soon realised it was a very good set
up and was extremely grateful to her uncle Jane for
getting her the job.
She had been working for about a month before she
finally learned about Staz's ability to talk. It
happened one evening when Vicky and Staz thought Trysta
had gone out. The triplets were fast asleep upstairs
and the couple were talking outside on the back porch.
Consequently, they did not hear Trysta returning. Clad
only in Tee-shirt jeans and trainers Trysta had
innocently padded quietly to the kitchen to avoid waking
the babies. She was getting some pineapple juice from
the fridge when she heard Vicky talking to somebody with
a speech impediment. Trysta filled her glass
and strolled out on to the back porch to meet the visitor
but when she got there, the discussion had stopped and
the man had disappeared. Vicky was lounging on the
porch swing with Staz stretched out beside her.
"Who was that man?" Asked Trysta innocently.
Vicky fell silent for a moment and Trysta sensed her
discomfort.
"Oh. Oh he was just a friend. He's just gone
out of the back gate."
Trysta stared at the distance from the porch across
the huge lawn to the large double back garden gates and
frowned. There was no way anybody could have covered
nearly hundred yards from the back porch to the gates in
the time Trysta had strolled two or three yards. She
had only stepped from the kitchen through the back door
to the back porch.
"Who was he, Superman?" Persisted Trysta.
"What d'you mean?" Countered Vicky nervously.
"Well he must have been able to fly. He was
talking on the patio as I shut the fridge door."
That's no more than, what; four yards, a couple of
seconds. In that time he got from here to those gates
and managed to open and close them by the time I took
about ten steps."
The silence became oppressive as Trysta sat on the
porch rail and sipped her juice waiting.
"Don't you want to tell me then? If he's a secret
boyfriend or something I'm open minded. My family's
weird enough anyway, so I'm in no position to judge."
Vicky seemed to exchange a strange glance with the
Alsatian dog then bit her lip nervously.
"D'you promise to keep a secret?"
Trysta considered all the other secrets she had
learned and kept. There was Davinia's human brain,
Beverly's bitch tits and several more that she had
loyally not disclosed to anybody. The young teenager
pulled a reproachful expression then frowned resignedly.
"Like, you're telling me there are more secrets, but
you still don't trust me with them?"
Vicky sagged then exchanged another strange glance
with Staz.
"Why. What's the big secret this time?" continued
Trysta.
"You'll have to promise not to reveal it."
Demanded Vicky.
"Oh OK then. God knows, what with Davinia's human
brain and Beverly's tits! I'd have thought I proved my
loyalty; so what else is new?"
The silence resumed for a long minute then the huge
Alsatian sat up and nodded his head towards Vicky as he
spoke.
"We'd better tell her Vicky. It's becoming a
strain around the house all day. Anyway, the kids are
going to learn soon and then it'll be a real problem."
Once more, Trysta's jaw nearly reached the floor
with shock as she squealed with shock.
"Oh my God! You can speak!"
Staz nodded his huge head and wagged his tail to
reassure the girl as he replied.
"I certainly can young lady."
Trysta turned to Vicky and complained.
"So why haven't you trusted me with this? I'd have
thought that by now you could have trusted me.
Davinia and Beverly do."
"This is a bit more dangerous." Declared Staz.
"I was once a doctor; a professor of medicine no less,
until a serious accident left me a helpless quadriplegic.
It was no fun being confined to a wheel chair and forever
dependent upon Vicky's love for the most basic needs.
I was her husband but I was stuck in wheel chair and
utterly unable to feed myself or wash myself or anything.
I was little more than a very expensive, high maintenance
piece of furniture. I was absolutely no use to Vicky
just an odious burden who whished himself out of this
world. Now she's technically a widow but far better
off with me in this guise. However, in truth, I am
still her partner in every way, and yes, before you ask,
we sleep together as man and wife.
Nobody knows apart from our small tight group,
everybody else thinks I'm dead."
Trysta stood stunned and silent as she digested the
astounding truth. Vicky sensed the girl's uncertainty
so she invited her to sit on the porch swing.
"It's OK. Steve, that was his name before the
accident, was the one who suggested the operation after
the accident. Our pet dog Zac was brain-dead after
the accident, so we transplanted Steve's brain and one
human testicle into Zac's body. We combined both dog
and man's names to make up Staz.
Inside that enlarged doggy skull is a very
intelligent professor of medicine who is still my
husband. I had my sex parts modified slightly so that
we can enjoy a full and meaningful relationship."
Trysta took a nervous sip of her juice then moved
cautiously forward to sit between Vicky and Staz. They
made room for her and she nervously extended a hand to
touch Staz's skull. Under the thick fur she realised
that the enlarged cranial cavity was cleverly disguised.
Finally, she withdrew her fingers and peered into Staz's
eyes.
"Are you like Davinia then?"
"Exactly the same except that I can talk."
"But why can't Davinia talk?"
Staz and Vicky explained Davinia's history and
Trysta finally nodded her understanding.
"I see why now, but it's a life sentence for
Davinia."
"Not necessarily," replied Staz, "if Jane wants, she
can give Davinia a voice at any time. It only takes a
little bit of brain surgery to connect the appropriate
speech centres in Davinia's human brain to Davinia's
doggy throat. The sound will not be perfect, as you've
noticed with me, but it's possible to formulate words and
hold a proper conversation. It's just that canine
vocal chords cannot create the same vowel sounds as the
human voice. That's why I sound slightly whiny like a
dog howling softly to the moon. As you notice though,
it simply gives me a strange, interesting 'foreign'
accent."
Trysta giggled and wrapped her arms around Staz's
huge ruff of fur.
"I still think it's fantastic. Now I've got
somebody to talk to during the day."
"That's something we'll have to be careful about,"
cautioned Staz. "It's going to be tricky until the
triplets understand the dangers. I don't know how we
are going to address it. They will innocently let the
cat out of the bag if they know they can speak to me."
Trysta fell silent until Vicky explained the
situation.
"It will be quite easy for you. You can talk to
Staz at any time. He can't answer back unless the
children are out of earshot. The kid's will just think
of him as a very clever doggy."
"Well he's certainly that," chuckled a delighted
Trysta as she hugged Staz to her once more.
They spent the rest of the evening chatting softly
on the porch swing until the late evening chill drove
them in. Trysta finally went to bed that night
wondering exactly what 'modifications' Vicky had had done
to herself to enable her to have sex with Staz. The
more she considered the novelty, the wetter and hornier
she became.
The next morning was a Saturday and she couldn't
wait to visit Davinia. She now had the use of a small
car and she was free to call on Jane and Sally at any
time. When she got there early, she found Jane and
Sally finalising the wedding arrangements. Soon she
was deeply involved in dress designs and all the girly
stuff that both Jane and Sally had been planning.
"Just think Trysta. Two matching bridal gowns,
wont it be a splash!"
"Can I be a bridesmaid?" begged Trysta, caught up in
the excitement.
Jane and Sally exchanged stunned looks of
realisation then squealed with delight. At last they
had found a sympathetic female family member to act as a
bridesmaid.
On learning of their approaching marriage, both
sides of their families had expressed horror. Jane and
Sally had met with nothing but offended refusals when the
circumstances of their forthcoming wedding had been
revealed. Now with the arrival of the sympathetic
teenaged Trysta, their chalice of happiness was full."
"It will be fantastic!" Cried Sally as tears of
relief and delight stained her cheeks.
"There, there now," reassured Jane. "Don't let
your tears stain the material."
The rest of the Saturday was spent fussing over
wedding arrangements and a visit to Molly's boutique to
get Trysta measured and fitted. It was not until late
Saturday evening that Trysta finally got it together with
Davinia.
Two weeks later Jane and Sally got married.
The wedding service was a small private intimate
service and the padre was a well-known advocate of 'same
sex' marriages. He was surprised yet delighted when
he was asked to marry Jane and Sally especially after he
discovered that it was actually, a properly constituted
genuinely man to woman affair. The only difference
being that the bride and groom wore matching bridal
gowns. On learning that Jane was actually a 'proper
man' despite her stunningly attractive womanly appearance
he immediately offered to marry them 'properly' in his
church.
A quick chat with his bishop determined that there
were no legal impediments to the union for it was
actually a proper union of one man to one woman.
Everybody in the gay village felt it would be an
important step along the road to liberality. The
marriage was entirely legal even though it would be an
entirely gay and transvestite occasion.
"It will be a good opportunity for our Episcopal
church to expand the envelope and demonstrate its
liberality," observed the bishop. "In fact, I would
like to attend myself just to endorse the legality of the
service. D'you think the couple would object to my
attending?"
"I don't know," replied the padre. "I'll ask
them."
The padre little knew that the bishop himself was a
closet transvestite but he was pleased to receive support
from his boss.
Jane and Sally agreed unhesitatingly and the service
duly took place. However, because the service was
conducted in an Episcopalian church, it therefore was
deemed public. Curious onlookers subsequently swelled
the congregation but nothing untoward occurred. The
bishop even accompanied the padre to the reception in
Jack's club.
The celebrations stretched long into the night and it was
an exhausted couple that finally escaped for their
honeymoon.
Whilst they were away, the cafe was closed for
refurbishment and Trysta 'baby-sat' Davinia at her own
newly built flat in the garden of Vicky's house.
Whilst Jane and Sally were honeymooning, the letters
arrived advising the dates for the court hearing about
the attack on Trysta at Jacks bar. Reluctantly,
Trysta decided to give evidence for the police. For the
young teenaged rebel, it was a novel experience to find
herself on the side of the police but then, the gay
village did stuff like that to young tearaways. Trysta
had developed a soft spot for a police force that was
sympathetic, supportive and protective of gay people.
Unfortunately, the case did not go as Trysta had
fully hoped. The bull dyke only got a short prison
sentence and was back out on the streets after six
months. Trysta was shocked to see the woman back in
the gay village so soon. A cold shiver of fear
rippled down her spine as she studied the powerfully
built dyke. It was obvious that she had used her time
in prison to achieve even more muscle and bulk. The
woman hardly had any feminine features except for her
obviously feminine hairstyle. Back home Trysta
expressed her fears to Vicky and Staz.
"That bitch is out all ready. You should see her
now. Arnold without a dick!"
"Well she won't be allowed in Jack's bar or any
others for that matter," reassured Staz. "All the bars
have a policy of mutual exclusion. The woman's well
known."
"But she'll be walking the streets and stuff. I
don't feel safe."
Trysta's words proved true. The bull dyke's
reputation preceded her and she was often seen strutting
her power packed body on the main cross of the village.
Inevitably, Trysta had to pass her one evening as she
made her way to meet Beverly. The bull dyke had
obviously been anticipating the occasion.
"Well! If it isn't the little shag-nasty who set
me up." She drawled menacingly.
Trysta braced to make a dash as she spat her venom
back.
"Fuck off! Bitch!"
The Bull dyke made a grab but only managed to rip
the flimsy bootlace shoulder straps off Trysta's top.
Trysta managed to rip herself free but her shoulders
carried the scratch marks from the bull dyke's nails and
her pert teenaged breasts burst free as the top slipped
down to her waist in the melee. Trysta let out a curse
as she dashed into the nearest bar and called for
protection. The bouncer recognised Trysta as one of
Jack's protege's and jammed her behind the bar for her
own protection. There the barmaid quickly helped her
repair her shoulder straps as the bouncer went out to
sort out the bull dyke.
The bouncer was a powerful man but he was hard put
to suppress the bull dyke. As he struggled to restrain
her, another bouncer emerged from the bar across the
street to assist. Between them, they subdued the dyke
but it was obvious that the woman was hell on wheels.
No ordinary woman was safe from her powerful body.
Indeed most men would have been in danger from her
advances.
Several more times, the dyke made Trysta's life a
misery and it was becoming obvious that the dyke was hell
bent on revenge, a final solution. Reluctantly, the
friends decided that something had to be done. The gay
village was getting a reputation for danger and all
because of one woman's violence. Once more the
friends decided to adopt the same solution as with David
to Davinia. The solution was necessarily slow because,
once again, a genetically compatible canine host had to
be bred to receive the dyke's brain.
Eventually they laid their trap and set up Trysta as
the bait. The bull dyke was so obsessed with revenge
that she utterly failed to realise that Trysta was
leading her into the deep narrow alley behind Jack's bar.
Jack had conveniently allowed one of the rear doors to
the fire escape passage to be unlocked so Trysta stopped
and pretended to panic as the bull dyke approached
gloating at her good fortune. Trysta pushed against
the door and stumbled into the passage that appeared to
be a dead end. The bull dyke was almost slavering with
anticipation as she lunged forward to seize her helpless
prey. It was to be her last conscious act for nearly
three weeks. Two powerful bouncers appeared from two
side doors and fell upon the bull dyke like avenging
angels. Vicky appeared with the requisite needle
and the dyke awoke twenty days later to find herself
ensconced in the body of a British Bull Dog.
"Whoollff! Whoollff!" She snuffled incoherently
as the genetic respiratory and nasal deformities of a
typically inbred British Bulldog distorted her useless
attempts to make herself understood.
Trysta hugged herself with gleeful relief when she
watched the dyke waking up to realise that her lesbian
brain had been successfully transferred into the ugly
muscular body of a snuffling, slobbering all male,
British Bulldog.
The dyke whined and howled mournfully when she
finally realised exactly what she had become.
Desperately she tried to articulate words but all that
emerged was a series of snuffling, rasping, wheezing
exclamations similar to the famous Muttley. The friends
shrieked with laughter as the poor dog growled and
croaked desperately to speak. Despite her frantic
efforts, the sounds simply refused to form in her
wheezing throat.
"What shall we call him?" Cackled Trysta.
"How about Whacky as in Muttley from the Wacky
Races." Shrieked Sally joyously.
The friends all shared amused looks and nodded in
unison.
"Whacky it is then. Now lets give him his
collar," added Jane as she deftly slipped the control
collar on Whacky's neck before the 'dumbed down dog'
realised what was afoot.
"Now Sit!" Ordered Trysta.
Whacky growled disobediently but then let out a
terrified yelp as the collar sent a shattering shock
through his neck.
"I said Sit! You stupid mutt!" Repeated Trysta.
Whacky immediately plonked his butt on the floor and
whined subserviently as he tried to shuffle forward and
ingratiate himself with the girl holding the 'zapper'.
"Stay!!" Snapped Trysta sternly.
Whacky froze into immobility and remained frozen for
nearly an hour as the friends debated his fate.
Finally, Trysta was given control and ownership of the
dog on the proviso that she did not abuse her authority.
She returned to lay down the law to Whacky and explain
the deal.
"Now! Sit still and listen!
The discipline collar remains always around your
neck. You'll notice that your teeth are rubber as are
this pretty little bitch's. Her name is Davinia and
you'll notice that she is also wearing a discipline
collar. You'll live together with me in Vicky's
house. You'll not be able to gnaw the collars off
because your teeth are purely cosmetic and made of soft
rubber. That means you won't be able to bite me
either.
Now that I've got my own au pair flat at Vicky's,
you'll be able to live there with me. Whacky, you
don't know it yet but you've been vasectomised. It
was done during the transfer of your dyke brain. You
can get it on with Davinia but there'll be no puppies,
unless we have the operation reversed. If you go
with any other bitch, I'll have you castrated so it's
loyal to Davinia you'll have to be.
Now that's loyalty for life remember! And
that's a human life until death do you part! It will
be upwards of forty years, remembering your age at time
of transfer.
Now, nod your head if you understand."
Whacky nodded his head vigorously then whined as he
tried to speak.
"It's no good trying to speak. You're a dog now.
You'll have to communicate like a dog. If you're a
good dog and Davinia behaves herself, I might one day
have your voices activated by microsurgery. It can be
done but you'll have to earn it. Now, Davinia, go and
show Whacky the layout and set up around here. By the
way Davinia, those new collars are border checks and
silencers. You cannot go outside the borders unless I
deactivate the collars and you can only make a noise if I
switch off the sound detectors. If you try to bark
or make a noise when they are switched on, you'll get a
fearful paralysing shock. The anti-bark sensors are
switched off at the moment but you cannot leave the
garden. Now be good doggies and go and play in the
garden!
Davinia whined her gratitude then waddled
provocatively as Whacky quickly sensed her arousal.
Eagerly he snuffled at her bitch parts then plodded
eagerly behind her into the garden. The friends
grinned knowingly as they watched both dogs seek out
somewhere private. Little did the dogs know it, but
Whacky's collar also controlled his erections. He
wouldn't be able to get it up without Trysta's licence.
Once he had eventually managed to remove Davinia's cunny
plug with his rubbery teeth, Davinia would have been
raised to fever pitch by his slobbering efforts. She
would become a hopelessly horny bitch and her sex glands
would send Whacky crazy. He however, would not be able
to screw her unless or until Trysta allowed him to have
an erection by de-activating the collar.
The friends thus knew that they could chat and
socialise at their ease whilst both dogs would be
frantically preoccupied for several frustrated hours
before the friends called them in. Then they would
allow the dogs to screw in full view of the group.
By that time, both Davinia and Whacky would be so horny;
they would have screwed in Madison Square Gardens.
The friends dined royally at Vicky's table but the
thought of Davinia and Whacky alternately sniffing and
snuffling each other's genitals as they frantically tried
to mate, caused a deep sexual tension to spread around
the table. As they finished their coffee, Trysta went
to the back door and called softly into the warm night.
"Davinia, Whacky! Come here darlings, time for
your din-dins!"
The friends chuckled at Trysta's euphemism for what
was to become the dog's regular nightly treat. They
all settled into the ring of settees and armchairs to
enjoy the floorshow. Davinia arrived with a most
peculiar waddle to her but as she tried every which way
to somehow relieve the desperate urges surging through
her sex. She was closely followed by a rasping
wheezing Whacky as he kept dropping his belly to the
floor in a vain attempt to frot his flaccid penis and
incur an erection. He looked like a dog suffering the
final throws of distemper as he wheezed and snuffled
confusedly at Davinia's delicious sex. Davinia of
course simply kept thrusting her butt into Whacky's face
in her desperate attempts to get her bitch cunt filled.
"Well darlings," giggled Trysta. "You seem to
be having a little problem. Is daft old Whacky unable
to get it up then?"
Whacky whined and snuffled with confusion. He
could feel an erection trying to build up in his doggy
sheath but it simply refused to harden and emerge as a
useful organ. Davinia kept sniffing and licking at his
sheath in a desperate attempt to produce the required
erection but although she could smell the delicious
promise of a splendid erection, Whacky's cock simply
refused to emerge. In the garden it had peeped out
just once but that was because Whacky needed to pee.
Behind the bushes both dogs were even further confused
when Whacky discovered he could not properly cock his
leg. Like Davinia, his legs were unusually short and
he lost his balance if he tried to perch on three stumpy
little limbs. So far the only things the two dogs had
learned was that Whacky had to squat to pee; just like
Davinia.
As the dogs fidgeted frustratedly on the carpet,
Trysta finally lifted Davinia up onto the settee and
secretly activated Whacky's libido. Almost
immediately, Whacky let out a nervous yelp of pleasure as
his sensitive cock emerged from his sheath and scraped
itself along the carpet. He tried lifting his
hindquarters on 'tippy-toe' but his cock was so long that
it still dug down into the deep pile of the carpet.
Whacky discovered that his legs were so short that when
he had an erection, it was almost impossible to move
forward. His cock simply dug itself into the floor
like a plough. He could only walk backwards and even
that sent paroxysms of pleasure along his supersensitive
fraenum. He stopped moving and whined beseechingly to
Trysta. Trysta smiled and reached down to help the
poor mutt by lifting him up onto the settee.
"Oooh, your heavy, you big mutt. You're heavier
than Davinia."
Whacky now stood alongside Davinia and they eagerly
licked each other's faces as each dog realised they could
now get it together. Despite the audience, Whacky
and Davinia were so frustrated that they found their
needs overwhelmed their modesty. Whacky shuffled
backwards and tried to scramble aboard Davinia's eager
rump but his short fat legs proved utterly useless for
engaging with Davinia. Firstly his forelegs were too
short to provide enough leverage to thrust his barrel
chest up over Davinia's butt then they proved too short
to grip her flanks. Whacky found he could only
'shunt' up to Davinia's butt like a locomotive coupling
to its train. He whined with frustration until Trysta
lent a hand.
"Come here you silly Billy," she giggled, "look,
you're too short to get a grip so you'll have to make a
little cradle with the cushions. Now take these two
cushions and jam Davina against the back of the settee
then drag two more cushions up to Davinia's butt to make
a step. Now you can climb up over Davinia's back and
align your cock with her cunt.
Whacky and Davinia quickly grasped the principle and
Davinia was quickly pinned between two against the back
of the settee. Whacky then tugged and worried two
more cushions until he finally had the required step
arrangement to slide his belly along Davinia's back.
There was a brief bit of farce as they decided how to
bypass Davinia's perky rigid tail but eventually, Whacky
had managed to align his cock dead centre on Davinia's
desperate hole. Eagerly, Whacky plodded forward until
he felt the deliciously tight scabbard wriggle slightly
as Davinia enveloped his end and it sank steadily into
Davinia's sex. Davinia let out a long wail of confused
delight as her male human brain was forced to respond to
the irresistible female delights of doggy sex. Whacky
started wheezing and snuffling like an old lecher as he
finally achieved the prize he had been striving for all
his lesbian life, a real lesbian cock entering a real
cunt. As he started thrusting eagerly, the cushions
started to slip and he turned beseechingly to Trysta as
his cock started to slip out. Trysta spotted the
problem immediately so she lay back against the arm and
wedged her feet against the cushions to secure them.
Whacky then set to like an ancient steam engine wheezing
and gasping until he finally achieved relief.
Underneath him Davinia the 'male bitch' finally
enjoyed her first female orgasm brought about by
penetration with a real doggy cock. In the throws of
her orgasm she didn't know whether she was disgusted or
delighted, but the sensations left her hungry body
satiated and complete. As her passions subsided she
then felt the familiar uncontrollable clenching of her
cunt sphincter as it gripped Whacky's knot. Whacky
also felt it and suddenly realised he was becoming tied.
Caught unawares, he had no time to pull out and he
quickly realised he was tied helplessly. He scrambled
nervously as the sphincter tightened but that only served
to scatter the cushions. Within seconds he was
helplessly lying on his side, with Davinia tied in front
of him utterly unable to separate. Trysta smiled once
again as the friends exchanged knowing looks.
"Now, you two horny hounds can stay tied for the
rest of the night. This zapper also controls Davinia's
cunt ring so you're stuck like that. I will free you
in the morning."
The doggy floorshow had started other libidos
ticking and soon the lounge was empty as partners drifted
up to the bedrooms. Finally, Trysta, Davinia and Whacky
were the only ones left. Trysta lay contemplating her two
new doggy friends, as they lay prone upon the settee
helplessly tied like a pair of overstuffed sausages.
Softly she whispered in their ears.
"Are you two ready for bed?"
Davinia quickly caught Trysta's drift and she barked
excitedly. Her stiff rudder of a tail wagged eagerly and
it kept thumping Whacky's nose. Trysta realised that
Whacky had no idea that she and Davinia were lesbian
lovers so she gently whispered in Whacky's ear.
"It will be like 'three in a bed' for you darling.
Isn't that every boy's dream?"
Whacky rasped a wheezing croak to express his
excitement then looked expectantly at his cock still
securely tied into Davinia's bitch cunt. He looked up
beseechingly at Trysta to try and express his wish to be
separated from Davinia but Trysta just smiled knowingly.
"We'll leave your cock safely tucked away in
Davinia's cunt. That way you'll be a good boy and
enjoy yourself without upsetting Davinia and me. Just
wait here while I get the dog trolley."
Whacky tried to give Davinia a 'puzzled glance' but
her loose wrinkled bulldog features prevented any form of
comprehensible expression from being formed across her
hugely ugly face. She sagged with defeat as Davinia
simply turned her sad doleful eyes towards him and tried
to make a smile that became only grimace. Whacky
cursed silently to herself. She wished that she and
Davinia could talk. As it stood at that moment, even if
she had got Davinia to understand her question, Davinia
could not explain what the 'dog trolley' was.
Whacky's question was soon answered by events.
Trysta reappeared tugging a large flat four-wheeled doggy
trolley from the garage and stopped beside the settee.
Gently so as not to hurt Whacky's cock, she slowly eased
the coupled dogs onto it. With the trolley loaded, she
slipped silently back to her own flat and eased the tied
lovers into her bed. The two dogs settled expectantly
upon the bed as Trysta slowly undressed. The dyke's
lesbian brain became excited by Trysta's provocative
display and Davinia felt the cock harden and grow inside
her. She quickly realised what was happening and
barked jealously at Whacky's arousal. Davinia still
missed her own human cock and she was as jealous as hell
that a dyke should get to enjoy having Whacky's cock.
Davina need not have been so worried though.
Trysta had eyes and feelings only for Davinia. The
very idea of being bothered by Whacky's cock was anathema
to Trysta. That was exactly the reason why Whacky's
cock was to remain buried in Davinia's cunt. Once
stripped down to a beautifully frilly bra and panty set,
Trysta knelt onto the bed and shuffled towards Davinia's
knowledgeable tongue. Davinia whined appreciatively
and shuffled forward to reach Trysta's button. Whacky
let out a yelp as he was dragged by his cock but he
quickly recovered and shuffled obediently behind his
partner until Davinia's nose was lodged in it's rightful
place, Trysta's rapidly dampening cunt.
Soon both dogs and Trysta were busy under the sheets
in the delightful privacy of Trysta's very own bedroom.
There in the darkness, Trysta was to receive another
delightful surprise. Whacky had learned that his dog
cock could readily hinge backwards and as Davinia was
busy gently titillating Trysta's sensitive nipples,
Whacky realised that by reversing his aspect he could
hinge his dog cock back and thus reach Trysta's cunt.
Suddenly Trysta felt an unexpected sensation as a
wide sloppy tongue nuzzled away at her labia. For a
second Trysta jerked with pleasure then realised that
Davinia's tongue was still caressing her turgid nipples.
"What the-!" She squeaked as her fingers fled to
her cunt. There she found the soft wrinkled lips of
Whacky pushed hard against her moistening cunny as his
tongue rasped knowingly against her exploding button.
Trysta let out a wail of delight as she realised
that the lesbian brain inside Whacky's skull was probably
the best possible device to direct Whacky's sloppy
tongue. Eagerly, Trysta squeezed Whacky's flattened
face hard into her groin as she wrapped her thighs around
his head and squeezed desperately. Whacky of course,
having all the dyke's knowledge of the female anatomy,
knew exactly how to push Trysta's inexperienced teenaged
buttons. In no time flat, Trysta was reduced to a
whimpering servile sex slave as her body took control and
her urges overwhelmed her. When she finally emerged
from her ordeal the next morning, Trysta realised that
she was as much Davinia and Whacky's sex toy as they were
hers. The troilistic relationship had become forever
cemented in their reciprocal needs. Trysta had become a
fully paid up member of the friends doggy club.