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Trinity
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
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The same story told from three different perspectives.
(MF, beast)
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Cujo:
The door opened and my owner poked his head around the
edge. It felt like I had been staring at the closed
portal for most of my life, but of course, knew that it
had only been an hour or two.
"Cujo; Come boy." His head disappeared from the left
open door and unfamiliar scents wafted from the room
beyond. I knew that he was not alone and that the other
person was female. Her perfume had leeched through the
gap under the door. The chemical mixture may have been
attractive to his somewhat limited olfactory senses; to
mine it was repugnant and did not improve when I
followed him into the room.
John had introduced me to one or two of his lady
friends and had even got me to play with them to the
point of giving them the benefit of my tongue. Of
course, it depended on how I liked them. I have to say
that his choice in women had its flaws and most of them
were no more than skin covered skeletons with no more
life than a marrow bone. We had had some fun with some
of them though and even had one or two come back for a
re-run. I guess John liked his bachelor status because
he rarely had them come back to our pied-et-tere more
than twice.
This woman had all the hall marks of being a bimbo.
Blonde hair, too much make up and cheap perfume all
contributed to the supposition. Unfairly I guess, the
fact that my introduction had her at the disadvantage
of being completely naked and prostrated across John's
leather sofa. I noticed a tattoo on her hip of a
dolphin, jumping from a splash of water. It looked like
the rest of her, cheap. Equally unfairly, I took an
instant dislike to the girl and sat down resolutely,
out of reach and disinterestedly scratched an ear.
John sat beside her; his hand caressed her thigh and
then spread her legs so that he could access her sex.
She was hairless, but thin stubble showed where she
needed a shave. Her hair, if had been allowed to grow
would be dark, so she wasn't a natural blonde. I notice
things like that. If a dog could communicate with
humans, it would tell you that humans rely too much on
cosmetics and unnatural stimulants and far too much
messing around with your natural state. I often
wondered what you would be like kept away from baths
and razors for any length of time.
Fingers had found her sex, parted her lips and with the
dexterity of fingers, were frigging her while rubbing
her clitoris with his thumb. I had heard her moans
through the door; it was a familiar sound in John's
apartment. The ministration of his right hand and then
his tweaking her nipple with his free hand soon had her
writhing as an orgasm approached.
I will let you into a secret, a female, regardless of
species, carries a powerful aphrodisiac in her natural
lubricant. Her sweat glands will have provided the
initial attractant, but as she lubricates her sex,
secret pheromones are released that no male animal can
resist. For most of the animal kingdom, it only happens
during their season or productive cycle, but the female
of the human race has this hold over her mate, being
able to enthrall almost at will.
My own receptors registered her readiness to mate in a
clarion call that spoke to me as loudly as if she
shouted an inch from my ear. It is an undeniable
attractant to me and, as her impending orgasm
approached, proved to be a scent trail that
irresistibly drew me forward.
John's fingers were buried inside her and his thumb was
pressed firmly against her clit, rubbing in a circular
motion. That's all very well to sex her up, but what a
woman really wants is to be caressed with a warm and
insidious tongue, especially as she squirts her most
potent fluids.
I had to nudge his questing fingers away and then gave
her a long and luscious lick that collected her
essences in a single lash. She tasted better than she
smelled and of course, her natural juice did its
wonders to my taste buds. The next taste of her was
followed by rapid tonguing that entered her sex and
covered her clit. Her heat and smell were intoxicating,
providing a heady mixture of scent that had my tongue
slavering against her flesh.
The rasp of her stubble was actually quite nice as it
irritated my top gum, but it was quickly becoming
uncomfortable. To avoid the rough contact, I had to get
up on the sofa and tilt my head back to get my nose out
of the way and curl my lips back as if snarling into
her depths. It had a salutary effect; my tongue passed
her outer lips and found her inner being. She was hot
and very wet from her own secretions and my saliva. I
kept lapping at her, tasting her and knowing that she
was climbing a crescendo of lust and wantonness. Her
hips were raising, knees spread wide, and she was
granting me full permission of entry and screaming her
compliance in the act.
Then suddenly and with no warning, her knees snapped
shut, trapping my ears between her thighs as her climax
forged its way through her. A tide of her come flooded
my throat and nose from the sheer force of the torrent.
Trapped, I could do nothing about it for a moment
except swallow her and try to clear my airway.
Just as suddenly, her back arched and a spasm rippled
through her, releasing me and throwing her off the sofa
onto the floor on her back. She twitched and writhed as
if she were in seizure. Her lips pulled back in a
rictus grin, hands forming fists on either side of her
forehead, her breathing rasped between her even white
teeth that were locked together. Her climax rippled and
folded her, come leaking from her sex, pooled on the
floor between her parted legs.
Gradually, she regained control of her synapses, her
breathing settled and her lips covered her teeth in a
tight line. She gasped something unintelligible and
grasped John's arm in a vice like clawing grip. He
kissed her and pried her fingers apart. The force of
her grip had left bruises.
She fumbled for his cock, still on her back, her eyes
tightly shut and screwed. Her eye paint had run in two
dark stains to her ears. I cleaned up her come that had
puddled on the floor. The salty tang was like a beacon
to me and had my cock throbbing from its sheath. Her
pheromones acted like a narcotic to my receptors, I had
to have her beneath my chest while my forelimbs clasped
her to me.
As if obliging or indulging me, she had turned while I
was cleaning up and was now sucking John's cock. In
turning, her knees had drawn up and her swollen and
ready sex was there, just in front of my nose. To my
canine instincts, this was an open invitation to
copulate and I was more than ready to impregnate this
bitch.
My first exploratory thrusts missed the mark and
stabbed her anus and the folds of labia, I guess in my
eagerness, I was not being too careful, but I had a
mission and so took it a little more carefully,
adjusting my self to fit her contours until I was sure
of connection. Then, when I was certain, drove my shaft
into her and buried the whole length up to my balls.
Once inside her, my forelegs grasped her hips and
pulled her back onto my shaft, the position triggered
the automatic response and I began to thrust in a rapid
and frenetic blur.
John said something, even shouted it, she shook her
head and sucked him into her throat.
The friction of her rippled vaginal walls and the
pounding of my dick soon had my knot growing, I would
not be able to keep up the furious pace, but needed to,
to cause the locking mechanism that would signal my
release of seed into her. As the bulbous swelling grew,
the friction also increased until I was unable to pull
it out of her. Then her muscles contracted, trapping me
inside, it was the moment I had been working towards.
Instead of pulling back, I pushed forward as she thrust
back onto me. My forepaws had locked around her waist
as I drove the last bit into her, feeling her insides
open up to receive my seed.
I came. Flooded her insides with my hot fluids and
heard her scream again as her own body worked in
powerful contractions that milked my testes of all I
had to give her. I wanted to bite her neck while in the
throes of completion, but her head hang down and rested
on the floor between her arms. I could smell John's
semen and my own as some leaked from her bruised lips.
My dismount from her quaking body came quickly.
Although we had been only briefly tied, it had been
enough for my complete ejaculation and satisfaction. I
cleaned her up and retired to my bed exhausted and
happy.
Abigail:
The two lines hit fast. It had been some time since I
had done a line or two, but tonight, fuck it, who
cares? Not me for sure.
I was going out, something else I hadn't done in the
longest while, all the time I had been with that
asshole Deacon. Three fucking years I had devoted to
the piece of shit, never once even looking at another
guy, waiting home for him while he was out screwing
every whore in town; well fuck you Deacon, I hope you
rot.
I touched up the make up, knowing it made me look
cheap, it was an effect I wanted and to help with the
personality flip, had bought the smallest black number
I could find with the lowest neckline and the shortest
route to my cunt. I was going to get laid tonight come
what may and I wasn't that particular about who it was
going to be either, just so long as he was breathing
and had a cock that worked.
I pulled on my new diamante thong over my ass, feeling
the string nestle between but cheeks. Where the gusset
and the thong joined was a thickness that rubbed
seductively against the base of my pussy.
Jesus, I was already wet and I hadn't even gotten in
the cab yet. God help whomever I should meet tonight,
his balls are going to shrivel before I let him go.
Checking my purse, eyes and hair, I closed the
apartment door and exited out onto the street. A Yellow
had been waiting for me, the driver already tapping his
watch, but hey, screw him, the price was fixed, so he
could just go and blow me for the difference. He drove
like a fucking lunatic through the dark wet streets and
it was with a sense of relief that we eventually pulled
up in a squeal of rubber outside "Luke's".
I used to party here before Deacon showed up, God rot
his cock, I used to party here with my friends on
Saturday nights, but he changed all that and then,
drove them all away with his smartass mouth.
I flipped the driver the bird, he had already been paid
by the controller, but was looking for a tip. The only
tip he was going to get from me was lessons in social
etiquette and driving courses.
"Luke's" had changed, well at least the décor had. The
layout was basically the same, but lighting had been
introduced along with a zillion speakers all on full
blast. I think the ear shattering music was called
grunge or house or some shit like that, not to my
taste. I decided to down one vodka and anything with
ice and see if I could find a more acceptable hunting
ground. God, was I so out of touch in the last few
years? Had it all changed so much? Or was I just older?
Even the barkeep was spotty and several years younger
than me. Little creep perved on my tits as I made my
order, so I jiggled them and told him to make it a
large one, with the emphasis on large. He got the
message and filled a tumbler with vodka and dripped
some blue syrup as a mixer; just how I like my vodka.
Glass in hand, I scoped the dance floor and immediately
felt ancient. These were kids that gyrated in
disjointed patterns. Some little bastard pinched my ass
and was just about to get the standard issue back of
the palm under the nose treatment that always resulted
in lots of blood and a satisfying crunch; when he went
down as if pole axed.
I hadn't noticed the guy who just saved the kid from a
busted nose before. He smiled as he stepped over the
prostrate kid and took my arm, leading me to the end of
the bar and a quieter corner.
I finished my drink while appraising him over the rim
of the glass and deciding he would more than do for the
purposes of tonight's escapade. A white tee shirt
struggled to hold all of his tanned and muscular body
in and his blue jeans revealed a tight ass. Typical
Californian beach jockey I thought and testosterone
fuelled; perfect.
He bought me another drink and we struggled to make
conversation, getting really only as far as exchanging
names. Then he lightly grasped my elbow and tossed his
head towards the exit by way of invitation to go
someplace else. I wasn't about to argue.
The music was cut as if by a knife when the doors
closed and we found ourselves outside, like stepping
from one world into another.
Another bar and another two lines in the john had me
mellowing. John was kinda cute in a masculine way and
his offer of coffee came at the right time. We laughed
when he told me about his dog Cujo and I asked if that
wasn't the one that ate people in the film. He almost
creased when he told me he only ate pussy. I guessed it
was his favourite line.
We fell through his apartment door, kicking it shut and
ripping clothes off all at the same time. The mixture
of coke and vodka had done their combined magic,
rendering me as horny as all hell and back. At least he
had the good grace to fold my dress and whistle his
appreciation of the thong before locking his mouth over
mine and kneading my tits as if tuning in his audio
system. But, do you know what? I could care less how he
treated me. He had permission to use me like the tramp
I looked like, fuck me into the ground and then do it
all over again. I was here to be used and wanted it
more than anything.
Jesus, but he had a large cock and his fingers had my
cunt creaming from the first minute. In what seemed
like no time at all, I was impaled on him and riding an
orgasm straight down the stretch. His leather sofa was
cold on my back, but I hardly noticed, my own internal
heating had been turned up to full and this guy was
getting three years of pent up desperation in one go.
Suddenly, he got up, the mongrel, leaving me crawling
over the ceiling, and then his fucking dog comes into
the room and sits down like some voyeur in the middle
of the room.
John, bless him, got those fingers going again and then
started on my tits at the same time. I'm a sucker for
that; two centres of operation simultaneously, brings
me off in record time. John had two or three fingers
frigging my soaked twat, but the damage was being done
by his thumb as it pressed and rubbed my clit. A
crashing orgasm was well under way when the weirdest
thing happened. A cold wet nose shoved John's fingers
away to be replaced by a hot, very hot tongue that
rasped over my lips and hit the panic button dead
centre. Then the action was repeated and I was passed
the point of return.
The dog's tongue fucked me inside out in rapid strokes
that had me gasping and then, God almighty! I climaxed
like I had never ever before. The poor animal's head
was trapped between my thighs as I went through orgasm
and into climax, soaking everything in a rush of come.
The pleasure and feeling the dog was giving me was too
much all at once and I don't know, but the next thing
was I found myself on the floor, twitching and
shivering like I was connected to the electricity
supply. I've had many orgasms in many different ways
and situations, but I ain't ever felt anything like
that before. It was like death and birth all in a
single moment.
John asked me if I was alright and I guess I said I
was. Somehow I found his cock in my hand as the tremors
subsided.
It took me some time to regain control and I wanted to
reward John for showing me this experience, so I did
the natural thing any self respecting whore would do, I
turned over and sucked that lovely cock of his straight
into my mouth. I was getting into it as well, setting
up a nice rhythm, allowing his head to get deeper with
every nod. I was going to blow him straight into my
guts if I could.
I wasn't prepared for the next action though. Dammed
dog jumped me and before I could properly react, he had
what felt like a cucumber rammed in my twat. Worse, it
withdrew partially before being rammed straight back in
and then fucked me in a blur of speed and force.
Jesus! But, it was so fucking big, and then dammed me
if it didn't start to thicken, causing all kinds of
sensations as it pummelled into my cunt.
Fucking hell Abigail I heard John shout, but I was too
far gone to worry about words, just the primeval need
to mate. His cock went further than I had intended into
my throat, but it didn't matter too much because he
couldn't last and his spunk liberally coated my
esophagus.
The dog had slowed down now, his thrust shorter and
deeper. I could feel his knot splitting my walls open
and I wanted his come deep inside. His paws had cut
ribbons into my sides in his haste to fuck me, but that
too hardly mattered. John's semen leaked onto the floor
as I put my head down and shoved back on the dogs cock
with all my being.
Something happened then, like a blossoming, a flower
opening, because Cujo entered a place I didn't know
existed in my body. As soon as he found it, his
scalding come bloomed inside me, filling my guts with a
warmth and glow of mutual release. I came around his
bulb as he shot copious dog come deep inside me. Then,
his completion attained, he sort of slid from my body,
his short hair rasping on the base of my spine and his
cock crating a vacuum that felt as if my insides were
being drawn out through my hole.
The beautiful dog then did something no man had ever
done for me, he cleaned my bruised labia of his and my
fluids, taking care to get every last bit. The
sensation was soothing rather than sexual and I fell in
love with the animal then and there.
I stayed the night with John and ate breakfast with him
in the morning. Cujo, it seemed, was not a morning dog.
I missed him as I said my farewells. John had my number
and I hoped he would call me some time.
I took my sore and battered fanny home and gave it the
pleasure of a long soak in a hot bath.
John:
It was a nothing out of the ordinary Saturday night.
Jimmy asked me to drop by his club and pick up some
money he needed banked. Jimmy didn't use the same kind
of banks that most people do, if you get my drift.
The club was humming; packed to the gills with spotty
teenagers jumping and twisting to the DJ's house crap
he insisted was the best thing since Liberace. I wanted
to get in there and out again, get shot of the money
and then relax on the beach with Cujo. It was a warm
night, a little grass and a stroll sounded just about
right.
I saw the kid's vicious pinch of the broad's ass and
recognised her attack strategy. In one of those
instinctive reactions I downed him with a straight
fingered kidney punch, figuring that he might get sick
a little for a day or two, but she was likely to drive
his nasal bone straight into his brain if she did it
right. The kid went down, lights out which was
gratifying, I still had the touch and she had been to
defence classes and looked as if she knew all about it.
So as to diffuse the situation, I grasped her arm and
steered her away from the kid to the other end of the
bar. She looked as much as it was possible to be out of
place. In fact, she looked like a fucking whore on the
pull, but a good looking whore at that.
We managed to get each others names. Who ever heard a
whore called Abigail? She was juiced, her dilated eyes
jumped all over the place, never settling and the huge
vodka she had been nursing slipped down her throat like
it was no more than water. I bought her another which
didn't last too long either.
Thinking that she ought to be out of the joint, I
grabbed her arm and motioned to the door. I swear, all
that was in my mind was to rescue the poor girl,
nothing more than that. I could tell she thought I was
okay, her eyes, when they did settle, smiled and it was
a nice smile. I thought she might be pretty good
looking under all the crap on her face. Certainly, the
body was fit and the dress hid absolutely nothing at
all. Her tits were just about perfect and no bra.
We dropped into Mike's and much quieter place and had
one or two drinks there, chatting and stuff. She went
to the ladies and came back wired. I suppose that was
the moment I thought about taking her home. I told her
about my dog and came up with a gag that he only ate
pussy. It always produced a laugh and broke the ice on
many occasions.
By the time I got her to my apartment, she was zinging.
The coke had scored a home run and she fairly buzzed. I
somehow got her up the stairs and through the door
before she had my shirt off and was making a determined
effort on the jeans. To be honest, I don't really like
women who act slutty and were only half interested in
getting jiggy.
The dress came off and my assessment of her tits was
quite accurate. 34 B's I guessed, nice and palm sized.
The panties, or thong, whatever there're called was
class though; all sparkling with fake diamonds and
obviously expensive.
The hell with it I though, why not fuck her and chuck
her out? She would probably flake out anyway.
She lay out on the couch and giggled a bit at the
coolness of the leather after I had laid her dress to
one side and had myself a feel of those pert little
titties. Her breath smelled stale from the vodka when I
kissed her, but those breasts made up for it.
Ah, but then I found her fanny, it hadn't been shaved
for a day or two. Normally, I would have eaten her, but
I hate stubble on anything, least of all a cunt. So it
was going to be frigging time, I had no intention of
getting friction burns under my nose, fuck that.
She was off and away, the combination of coke and booze
had her squealing and creaming in no time. Nice size
clit; couldn't fail to find it and she responded quite
nicely. I slid into her and started to the old two step
rock and roll, pumping up the jizz and she just came
right there and then. Cute; but not a great big turn on
for me.
I thought I would give her some breathing space for a
minute and remembered Cujo had been locked in the
bedroom. Left in the lounge, he would tear up the sofa
and wreck the place. So I got up and let the sad
bastard in.
We had shared a broad or two in the past and I had no
problem him watching the master screw some chick into
oblivion. Cujo followed me into the room and then sat
like any regular audience, waiting for the main event.
Abigail was still steaming and wanting more, so I sat
on the edge of the sofa and frigged her again. Two or
three fingers were inside and my thumb rubbing her
pleasure zone. I had to play with her nipples; her tits
were just perfect and topped with large nipples that
must have looked great in a bikini on a cold day.
I didn't hear Cujo or even know he had moved until he
nosed my hand out of the way. Kinky bastard loves the
taste of woman.
Fuck me if she didn't respond like a scalded cat.
Almost as soon as he licked that pussy of hers, then
she was creaming. Then, he jumped up on the sofa,
between her legs and slurped on her muff like his life
depended on it. The effect it had on Abigail was
stunning. She screamed and creamed and clamped his head
in a vice like grip, then she just sort of spasmmed
like she was in shock or something and flipped right
off the couch and landed on the floor on her back. Fuck
but she could come, there was a puddle of her on the
floor and Cujo was licking it up. Always was a tidy
dog.
I might have asked if she was alright or something, but
the rampant bitch grabbed my cock and then spun over
and started giving me head in the best way. She sure
could get that baby down.
Well then it got weird. Right out of the blue and never
before seen, Cujo jumps on her back and begins fucking
her. He and I was eyeball to eyeball as he pumped her
cunt and I pumped her mouth. Dammed if it wasn't the
hottest thing I ever did. Given the situation, I admit
to losing my load in a short time and I shot the whole
bolt right down her gullet.
Cujo was really going for it by now. The boy was
ramming into her faster than a steam train, then, he
slowed down, making it a longer and deeper stroke. I
was transfixed and Abigail was moaning like a banshee.
Abigail's head hit the floor and she pushed right back
on that dog's dick right at the same time as he pulled
her to him. I will never forget the look of pure bliss
on his face as he creamed her insides with a few final
thrusts. I swear he was grinning at me like a loon.
When he had finished, he slid off of her and gave her
fanny a good old clean out. I think she was too well
fucked to respond very much.
Anyway, she stayed over the night and left the next
day. In my shirt and with none of that shit she had
plastered all over her face, Abigail is very pretty and
really does have a fantastic body. I plan on calling
her in a day or so and who knows, we may just have
ourselves a regular little party.
Done
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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