A lonely guys mistake spell disaster. *Warning/zoo and snuff*
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Mistaken She did it again; verbally assault Nicks masculinity and sensitivity with calloused and reckless abandon. For over six months, he had given Julie the best of his love, but she continued to mercilessly abuse him, making him a mere shell of what he had been when they first met. Now, with his hopes for a quiet evening dashed by her selfish demands, he grabbed his coat and slammed the screen on his way to his truck. “And don’t you dare come back either, you pathetic weakling,” Julie screamed as she slammed the door and locked it. “Just as well,” he thought; “She was lousy in bed anyways. I’ll get the rest of my things tomorrow, and get on with my life!” As Nick started the truck and squealed out of the driveway in anger, his mind went numb with a patchwork of his dashed hopes and broken dreams. Julie was a looker; small firm breasts, great thighs and a nice hourglass figure. Her dark eyes matched her hair and her lips were full and supple as was her pussy whenever she allowed him to get into it. Her mind was a collage of insecurity and a perfect thing to waste, but her body was a study in erotic perfection and he would miss the tight confines of her silky pussy and the firm breasts that would press softly against him their lovemaking. Halfway out of town, he pulled to the side of the road to clear his head. She had literally drained his cash reserves, and doing anything financially irresponsible tonight would most surely cost him dearly in the long run. With quiet resolve, he turned the truck back towards the small town and eased into the almost empty parking lot of the only tavern therein. He strolled into the dark and familiar surroundings with the collage of local losers and wannabes. Against the far wall next to the door to the mens head was a shadowy figure that studied him intently from beneath the full crown of hair that fell about her shadowed face. Nick slid on to his usual stool that was almost always unoccupied while he was away. Ben, the old retired bar keep slowly sauntered over to Nick with a mangled cigar hanging from the side of his mouth. “She’s at it again, eh,” he queried in a low voice seasoned by the years. “Yeah Ben, I just can’t keep being the toilet for her dung.” “I know what you mean, Ace; want the usual?” “That would be good; who’s the new babe over by the head?” “Don’t know; new in town I reckon - something strange about her. Can’t quite finger it but something about her ain’t quite right if you ask my opinion.” “I’ll take that to the bank, Ben; but you know, I reckon there ain’t nothing quite right about most all women.” “I’ll give you that one, Nick.” Ben chuckled and slid the chilled glass into Nicks waiting hand. “Why don’t you go over there and confirm my suspicions; you got nothing to loose, and damn near any broad is bound to treat you better than what you got now.” “Don’t know if I want to go sniffing around in strange snatch about now, Ben; I gotta get my ducks in a row first.” “Suit yourself amigo, but by the way she’s been keeping her eyes on you since you come in; you may not have a choice.” Nick just smiled and peered into the foam that guarded the sparkling brew that had grown to become his closest friend during the past few months. He liked old Ben; the epitome of tempered experience, unhurried and unshaken by whatever the world gave him. Someday he would like to offer the same calming perspective to those around him; but for now his immediate needs for companionship and competition were far more compelling. With his first sip of the golden nectar, Nick drifted back to the depression that shrouded his ability to think clearly. So intent was he, that he failed to notice the dark figure approach and slide onto the stool next to him. “Hi there, stud,” came the low sensual voice that dripped onto the bar like cold honey. “Want to tell me about it.” Startled, Nick turned to the painted face with disdain for the unsolicited interruption. “Not really,” he returned indifferently. “Alright, but if you feel like talking, I’ll be right here. My name is Doris and I listen well.” “Thanks. . . Doris; but I really just need some time alone.” “Excuse me, but if you need time alone; what are you doing here?” “You don’t get it do you; I have no where else I want to go, OK?” Nick was getting seriously perturbed and considered leaving the bar.” “Hey, hey, I’m only trying to help,” Doris offered in reconciliatory tones; “It’s not always conclusive to tackle matters of the heart without another persons perspectives.” Her persistence was beginning to strike a chord in Nicks lonely heart, and with a slow sip of brew, he began to open his heart to this compassionate stranger. Several hours and uncounted brews later, the two unlikely strangers had shared their secrets and were rapidly becoming soulmates. Finally, when Ben let the talkative couple know the bar was about to close, Nick graciously accepted the offer to stay with Doris for the night or until his options became more clear. She had taken a taxi and so with a causal wave to the skeptical bartender, they left the smoke filled warmth for the comfort of her secluded cabin near a lake that was the small towns water supply. The drive was short and happy, with both of the occupants eagerly contributing to the aire of mutual acceptance. Within twenty minutes, Nick had guided the truck up the dark and secluded driveway to the unexpected warmth of her porch light. The wooden stairs that led up to the small porch were slick with dew, and the shades were drawn hiding the warm and accommodating furnishings and the German Shepherd that anxiously awaited their attention. As Doris removed her coat, Nick finally got a look at her assets in the subdued lamplight. She was nicely endowed with large ample breasts and slim hips that flared slightly to support her shapely legs. Her full head of thick dark hair masked much of her features, but she had a warm face and eyes that twinkled when she smiled. She readied two brews from the fridge while Nick emptied his now overactive beer bladder amidst curses that it may interfere with the seduction he hoped for. Returning to the sofa, there was some small talk before the narcotic she had added to his brew took effect and he collapsed next to her with his head on her lap. When he awoke several hours later, his wrists were tied behind his back firmly, his eyelids had been taped shut, and his clothing was gone. Panic swept over him, and he struggled unsuccessfully to free himself. Then suddenly, he felt a rough warm tongue lapping at his genitals indiscriminately, bathing them in a whirlpool of erotic sensations. The cool nose of the dog buried itself deep into his balls and his tongue began lapping furiously at his puckered anus, penetrating the dark brown ring slightly as Nick began to relax. Alternately the dog with shift its attention back to the lengthening shaft, now glistening with the dogs saliva and some of Nicks own precum. Doris watched the erotic spectacle unfolding, cupping her breasts absently as the familiar flood of warmth began building in her loins. The erotic sensations were almost overwhelming to the captive victim, and he tried to close his legs tightly around his genitals to protect them from further stimulation. Nicks hips began to move rhythmically, and his glans became a bright purple color in contrast to the blue streaked white shaft of his now throbbing manhood. Sensing his arousal and imminent climax, the dog skillfully licked the full underside length of his penis, nibbling the corona at the end of each stroke. Now beyond control, Nick bucked his hips violently sending an explosive stream of his life giving seed high into the air to land on his chest with a wet smacking sound. The dog skillfully continued to nibble gently at the throbbing shaft, coaxing the throbbing organ to continue its volcanic release unabated. Several more long jets of cream burst onto his chest as Nick fought to control the unchecked spasms that wracked his body. With semen now dribbling from his manhood down into the slight covering of pubic hair, Nick settled back down on to the couch, his balls nestled neatly in his body as his animal lover made long tongue strokes from his anus to the softening glans. Nick felt the cushion next to him sink slowly, heralding the arrival of his captor. Doris applauded briefly at his performance before she eased the dogs nose over between her legs, and began to pet its head lovingly as the dog renewed its efforts. Her hand moved over to Nicks deflating penis, caressing the deflating gristle with her gentle fingertips before moving them across his thighs and scrotum. Nick basked in the warm afterglow, allowing his repulsion of his first experience with animal sex to fade from memory. Doris sensed his surrender, and moved her cum moistened fingertip to the puckered bud of his anus, gently tracing circles around the darkened skin as it receded back into its normal state. The sounds of the German Shepherd licking and slurping at its new partner were the only sounds to fill the otherwise silent room. “How did you like that, stud?’ she asked breathlessly. “I never knew how sensual a dogs tongue could be;” he sighed, And am glad I didn’t see what was coming.” “I don’t think you would have accepted Burt any other way,” she quipped, giggling in spite of her own arousal. “Burt - what a name for a dog!” “Watch it now, big guy, I’ve trained this man eater since he was a pup, and we have spent many warm and fulfilling evenings together.” “I always thought that they were mans’ best friend,” he added shifting position to get the weight off of his hands. “Oh they are, stud,” she responded sexily, “Would you be a good boy if I untied your hands?” “I’ll be good,” Nick promised with his fingers crossed. She reached over and he could feel her hands working to free the binding. The blood rushed to his hands and Nick sighed in relief. In a show of gratitude, he slid his hand over to her firm breasts and began to caress them gingerly, amazed at their firm texture and large crowning nipples. “I must ask,” Nick murmured half apologetically, “are these things real or implants?” “Does it really matter?” she queried in a non-condescending tone of voice.. “No, not at all Doris; rest assured that you feel just great.” “Ditto,” she whispered, as Burt continued to lick furiously and Nicks mouth found one of her large nipples. Nick decided to forget the questions and flow with the moment as he could feel her breaths quicken in an impending orgasm. His hands caressed the two heaving orbs liberally now, tweaking the nipples randomly to the sounds of her breathy sighs. He moved his hand down across her tight stomach, caressing the ripples that her muscles produced against her skin. Her physical condition was impeccable, almost to a fault, Nick thought, as he continued to explore her chest and torso amidst her quickening pulse. The moment his hand strayed close to her groin, however, Burt growled, audibly marking his territory and displeasure with any invader therein. “Nick, could you roll over on your tummy with your knees on the floor,” Doris asked breathlessly. “I suppose, why?” “Burt and I have a little something to give to you,” she answered lustfully, gently guiding him with her hand. Nick slowly rolled over, wishing he had bargained to remove the blinding tape in exchange. He felt Doris position herself behind him and gently spread his legs as Burt crawled between his thighs and the couch to access his flaccid genitals. Once Nick felt the warm rough tongue begin its moist assault on his shriveled manhood, he relaxed and felt his erection building almost immediately. Burt nibbled and sucked at the growing meat, tugging its slick and smooth surface gently against the supporting membranes beneath. As Nick began to move his hips to the dogs skillful tongue tricks, he felt a cool wet finger probing his puckering asshole, and surrendered to the Vaseline slick finger that Doris guided deep into the only remaining vestige of his virginity. Her finger probed his depths gently for a moment before it was withdrawn then quickly reinserted with a new supply of cool Vaseline. The overall sensation was quite unique to Nick, and he trusted his lover completely despite the discomfort he felt with her gentle penetrations. After several more applications of the cool greasy lubricant, Nick felt Doris reposition herself behind him while continuing to finger message his anus. Burt was not to be denied and quickly reshifted his furry body to better engulf Nicks fully aroused genitals. Suddenly, Nick felt something different began to penetrate his relaxed asshole. It was warmer and softer than the finger he first felt, but wasn’t fully aware of the nature of the invasion until her hips pressed firmly against his buttocks. He felt panic overcome his arousal, and he involuntarily tightened his muscles in a futile effort to expel the imbedded flesh. “What the h. . .,” he exclaimed as he tried to pull away. “Now let’s not do that,” Doris calmly reassured him, “Just relax and you’ll find that you really can enjoy this.” “I’ll never enjoy that, you queer,” Nick exploded as he tried to pull away; “That is an exit, not an entrance!” “Now, now, calm down big boy, it will all be over before you knew what happened.” With that she grasped his convulsing hips tightly, pressing herself deeply into him while forcing air up the tightening passage. Nicks muscles had now constricted so tightly that she could no longer move freely within him despite the half jar of lube she had inserted earlier. She could feel the circulation being cut off at the base of her small shaft and quickly tried to withdraw, pulling the stretching skin painfully away from her groin in the unsuccessful attempt. For the first time, Doris felt panic and sickening convulsions churned in her stomach as she tried to spread his cheeks apart to gain her freedom. The more she tried, the tighter Nick bore down, trying to force her out while actually clamping more securely on the now shriveled invader. Burt sensed the conflict between his two human partners, but reasoned that if dogs just waited, humans could do the same. It was the brief cry that Doris emitted that compelled Burt to respond differently, and sensing that his master was in grave danger, he took the only recourse he knew how. Engulfing the shriveled flesh between his fangs, Burt bit down forcefully, partially separating Nick from his once proud member. Nick screamed in agony, and Burt immediately bit down again in panic and blood lust severing the rest of the organ completely before spitting it out onto the carpet distastefully. The blood that erupted from the open wound puddled quickly, as Nick collapsed onto the carpet with his blurred eyes staring up at the tiny genitals of his fatal lover. “It could have been so nice,” she sighed remorsefully, “But you just wouldn’t allow yourself to open up. I guess you should know, that my name used to be Dale, and I was once hung as nicely as you were until the hormones took effect. By the way, these aren’t implants,” she added as she pulled off her wig and sadly turned towards the linen closet. When Doris returned with an armful of old towels, she patted the head of her canine companion lovingly as he sat patiently next to the now lifeless body. “OK Burt, he’s yours,” she said reassuringly, and snapped her fingers sending the dog scampering to mount the pale body and begin humping away frantically. After several grunts, the dog released its milky seed into the crack of Nicks ass and whimpered in relief. It then began to lick the pallid flesh sadly, whining at the cold corpse that had, up until recently, been so warm and responsive. Doris began the tedious clean-up, quietly humming to herself as she thought about what Nick had earlier mentioned about a dog being mans’ best friend. She carefully scooped up the mangled genitals, and studied them carefully, silently wondering how many darkened caverns they had explored during their lifetime. As she cradled them gently, she rose and walked to the kitchen, humming more audibly now with a mental picture of the delicacy she would prepare later that day. Amidst a midday deluge, Doris tucked the corpse into the drivers seat of the truck and rolled it into the lake. Walking back to the cabin in the rain, she made a mental note to buy some bottled water and another jar of Vaseline. It had been over a month since the unseasonable deluge had flooded the low lying areas around the small community. When Nick had turned up missing, Ben went directly to the authorities and Doris became the prime suspect. She masterfully chided her accuser when only circumstantial evidence was revealed and despite the strange digestive malady that had infected the township (excluding Doris) no connection was ever made. Once fully acquitted, Doris became a regular at the small tavern, living comfortably on her disability pension. Ben had never fully accepted her alibi, but endeavored to keep the business relationship amiable. She would normally remain until the early hours of the morning, generously received by most all of the taverns male patrons, and always returning home alone. That is until one night when a tall, dark- haired figure appeared at the bar in a long overcoat, an oversized cowboy hat, and loose fitting jeans. There was something about this clean shaven visitor that immediately made Ben uneasy. They never spoke; he would only nod distantly while silently surveying the motley patrons as they became slowly embalmed. The stranger seemed to be fixated on Doris when she emerged from the rest room, staring at her impassively like a hawk eyeing its prey. Without ceremony, the silent stranger threw a twenty on the bar and approached the table where Doris was seated.” “Hi, my name is Doris,” she offered as she extended her hand timidly. The stranger nodded and reached out to touch her face, completely ignoring the outstretched hand. It had been over a month since Doris had felt the soft caress of a human hand, and she responded immediately despite their unfamiliarity. Doris took the smooth hand and kissed it, looking deep into the cold dark eyes of the stranger. The stranger gestured with his finger to Ben, who hustled two drinks for this odd couple. As he sat them on the table, he thought he felt someone pinch his butt and turned swiftly to return to the safety of the bar, looking over his shoulder several times in disbelief. The stranger downed the drink quickly and then stepped around the chair in which Doris was seated; tipping it forward slightly. Doris arose silently and followed, entranced and curious. A cab was waiting for them just outside the front door. Ben caught the cab number as it left and made a call to the company. The cab driver returned later that night for a free pitcher with very little to offer concerning the two occupants that rode silently side-by-side to the small cabin by the lake. As Doris unlocked the front door, she turned to her escort and gestured towards the cozy living room and the German Shepherd that was seated patiently in the middle of the area rug. The stranger unleased a barrage of blows; three that landed quite effectively in Doris’ midsection before the dog launched its vicious counter-attack. Stunned, Doris curled up in a ball next to the wood stove, as Burt pinned the assailant to the floor with its menacing growls and barred teeth. Ever so slowly, a small can of pepper spray was extracted from the oversized overcoat and, with one swift motion, the caustic spray sent Burt scrambling for cover under the kitchen table. Fully in control now, Julie removed her coat and hat, tossing them absently on to the back of the couch before shaking her long dark hair free. “Thanks for stealing my meal ticket, you worthless whore,” she erupted at the cowering figure of her adversary. “Where is his body - more importantly, his wallet.” “It. . .its in the lake somewhere,” Doris stammered, trying to salvage some composure as she looked up at the evil specter that Nick had described so perfectly. “Your ass is mine now,” Julie spat, as she kicked her victim in the stomach with such force that the wind left her. As Doris gasped for air, Julie ripped her clothing away unmercifully, encountering the shriveled organ that had failed to ejaculate in her former lovers abused ass. She fell back in disbelief, stunned to think that Nick would even consider an encounter with a male counterpart; even if she carried one of the nicest sets of mammaries Julie had ever seen. Julie fell backwards on to the couch and stared at the naked torso, lost and disillusioned. “Surprise, sister,” laughed Doris as her wind and confidence began to return, “Just what were your intentions anyway? Did you plan to seduce me with stolen equipment, or maybe just murder me in sadistic revenge.” Julie rose silently, unable to peel her eyes away from the small and shriveled manhood that her former rival was slowly manipulating. She undid her belt buckle absently, letting the baggy jeans fall to her feet; revealing and eight inch strap on dildo with a full two inch girth. Stepping from the pile of clothes, her eyes returned to the full breasts that shamed her own. “My, my, would you believe that would make a perfect ‘before’ poster of my cock prior to hormone intervention?” Doris asked with a smirk. “Why don’t you bring that thing over here and finish what you came to do?” Rising slowly as to not provoke her amazed partner, she reached the top drawer of the bureau and pulled out an unopened jar of Vaseline, opening it sexily as she glued her eyes on the huge toy. Liberally coating the cool plastic surface, she slowly turned around and bent over as if to touch her toes, bringing her red puckered asshole to rest against the glistening surface. She held the pose for several long minutes before finally bringing her hands up to Julies silky thighs to pull the huge toy into her. As her asshole popped and stretched to accommodate the rigid invader, she gasped at the exquisite pain, feeling her bowels expanding slowly. She could feel the air being forced deeper and deeper into her abdomen putting pressure on her bladder and pubis. Once the insensitive dildo had begun penetrating the over stretched sphincter, Julie suddenly awakened from her stupor and took control of the artificial manhood, gently easing it in an out of the smooth butt cheeks. With each thrust the dildo penetrated a little deeper, increasing the abdominal pressure as more air was forced deeper into the dark canal. Without warning, Doris suddenly lost control of her distended bladder, and a golden shower erupted from the erect organ between her legs, coating the underside of her breasts and chin in a powerful spray. The sudden release combined with the pressure on her prostrate brought Doris to her first orgasm, soon followed by a second, more powerful release as Julie brought her soft hand around to gently squeeze the tight little sack containing the two shriveled and impotent gonads. A small whitish stream bubbled from the tip of the foreskin covered appendage; drooling over the wrinkled skin and down onto the floor. Undeterred now, Julie continued her asshole assault, guiding the slick invader with one hand while messaging the tiny two inch cock her fingers on the other. Doris was beside herself in ecstacy; pushing her flanks firmly against Julies torso, unexpectedly triggering an unsolicited orgasm in Julie from the dildo as it rubbed against her engorged vulva. They both gasped in unison as they climaxed simultaneously; their bodies rocking together in perfect rhythym. Finally, Julie dropped both her hands from the shriveled manhood where they had automatically positioned themselves as the first orgasmic waves crashed over her frail body. Doris slowly pulled away from the turgid dildo that had violated her so effectively, grunting as the head came out with a distinctive plop followed by a brief crescendo as the trapped air violently escaped. They both collapsed onto the floor and allowed the experience to fade into a warm memory as they embraced each other passionately. Sensing that he was no longer threatened, Burt slowly emerged into the living room, cautiously lying next to his master, licking her breasts in devoted affection. Julie cautiously reached over and started to rub the dogs furry head until her hand was rewarded with several licks. “Would you stay?” asked Doris quietly, as she began to pet Julies hand as it lay dormant against her deflated genitals. “I suppose, but it would be conditional.” “How so?” “First, you must start going by your real name when we’re together, whatever that may be.” “It’s Dale.” “And second, you gotta quit taking those damned hormones!” “If I would have known, I never would have started - I guess I was mistaken.” “I don’t think so,” assured Julie. “If you hadn’t taken them. . .,” her voice trailed as Dale began to caress her buttocks. “Lets just see what we can do about restoring that little remnant of yours to its former glory.” “Anything else?” “Just one thing, do you think we could train your dog to love women too.” “Let’s take one step at a time, shall we.” The two lovers laughed and embraced tenderly, amazed and yet thankful for the events that had led them to each other; even if they both had been mistaken.