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Two by Two, Chapter 15 ? By: Beverly Taff Two by Two, Chapter 15 (Conclusion) 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 realized 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. The End - I hope you have enjoyed my tale. Comments Please to Beverly Taff