Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2005 09:38:56 EST
From: DEANECHRIS@aol.com
Subject: Heels: The Ultimatum - Chapter 7 - Kinky & Squeamish

Heels: The Ultimatum 7 - Kinky & Squeamish

By Deane Christopher
Copyrighted 2003


Synopsis of Chapter 6: Road Trip


	Having just enjoyed their first lesbian encounter, Gale suggested
that they both take the remaining personal days that they both had due them
from the previous year, and use them for a long weekend lesbian based
getaway together.  Kelly absolutely loved the idea.  The next morning,
having called into work and left voice-mail messages with their respective
bosses, they packed up and hit the road for the Poconos.

	Ostensibly, Gale and Kelly used their four day, three night stay in
the Poconos to further explore the various possibilities afford them by the
lesbian aspects of their newly expand sexual relationship.  However, while
they were there, they did make time to visit some of the regions better
known tourist attractions.


Chapter 7: Kinky & Squeamish


	Needless to say that in light of the recent events, Gale's schedule
went right out the window, as her husband began spending the overwhelming
majority of his leisure time operating under the guise of his feminine
alter ego.  Dennis, who had up till then, only been able to climax as Kelly
by fingering herself off, was enthralled with the erotic prospect of having
her wife go down on her, and give her a thorough tongue lashing.  By the
same token, Gale, spurred on by her addiction to her husband's vaginal
secretions as she was, was more then eager to oblige.

	Oddly enough, after extensive experimentation, they both came to
the same conclusion.  Comparing notes late one night, they found that they
were both in agreement, and that the highly touted sixty-nine technique was
greatly overrated.  Being eaten out, while endeavoring to eat someone else
out was far to distracting, not to mention an extremely hazardous
undertaking.  One sexual jolt, occurring at an unexpectedly moment, could
cause the receiver of the jolt to inadvertently inflict some serious pain.
Being eaten out, they both wholeheartedly agreed, was no fun when a munch
all of a sudden became a crunch.

	The reciprocating, seesaw approach, of you do me, then I'll do you,
seemed to workout best for the couple.  That way, whichever one of them
functioned as the instigator of the selfless act of cuniligus would not be
as distracted as they otherwise would have been were they also on the
receiving end of things.  By taking turns, they could devote the full
thrust of their energies to pleasuring their partner.  Likewise, when being
eaten out, they could just lay back, and enjoy the ride.

	Dennis, though he was spending about seventy-five to eighty-five
percent of his non-working hours as Kelly, still managed to assuage those
manly attuned sex drives of his on a regular ongoing bases.  To accomplish
this, and still spend most of his leisure time as a fully functional
female, Gale, who still dearly wanted to engage in heterosexual sex with
the man she married, came up with a most apropos suggestion.  Gale
suggested that as long as they were both up for it, as soon as they
finished dinner, the two of them should head upstairs, and make love.
Then, after Dennis got his 'rocks' off, he could simply put on the heels,
and change into Kelly.


+++++


	A week and a half after Gale made that suggestion, she came up with
another suggestion, one that was both novel, and deliciously perverted, all
wrapped up in one neat and nifty little package.  Having started
menstruating late one afternoon while she was still at work, Gale, on her
drive home that evening, came up with what she thought to be an innovative
approach to servicing the double edged aspects of her husband's rather
craven carnal needs.  Though she neither wanted, nor expected Dennis to
earn his 'Red Wings' by going down on her while she was in the midst of
that persnickety and messy monthly visitor of hers, Gale still did not wish
to deprive the man she loved of the massive amounts of enjoyment he derived
from sex.

	Heading up to the bedroom shortly after dinner, Gale, with the
suggestion that she had something new in mind, instructed Dennis to remove
his clothes, and then take a seat on the comforter that graced the foot of
their bed.  Dennis, though somewhat skeptical as to what was going on, did
as his wife requested.  While Dennis was busy disrobing, Gale took the
opportunity afforded her to collect the heels from their assigned
resting-place atop her husband's chest of drawers.  Then, once Dennis had
parked his butt on bed, Gale knelt down immediately in front of him,
placing the appropriate high heel alongside of his corresponding foot as
she did so.

	Positioned as she was within the splay of her husband's legs, Gale,
who was already beginning to tenderly fondle and otherwise caress Dennis'
flaccid manly member with the tips of her fingers, proceed on to outline
exactly what she had in mind.  Though somewhat skeptical if his wife's idea
would achieve the kind of results that she hoped it would, Dennis assured
Gale that, upon reaching a state of arousal that he deemed appropriate, he
would do as she requested he do.

	Shortly thereafter, as Dennis' penis began to respond to his wife's
deft handed ministrations by engorging blood, and elongating, Gale, brought
her lips into the fray.  Several minutes after that, although he loving the
feeling of having his wife go down on him, an extremely turned-on Dennis
reluctantly did as Gale had requested.  Raising first one foot and then the
other, he slipped the toes of each one of those manly gunboats of his into
the maul of the awaiting U-throat of those magical high heels of his.

	Seconds later, as femininity engulfed her lover's thighs, Gale
perceived the event horizon of Kelly's ascension.  Rapidly, almost
instantaneously, occurring faster than their ability to adequately
comprehend, much less categorize, Dennis' penis underwent a drastic
downsizing, as it modulated itself into the erotically sensitive nub of
Kelly's clitoral prominence.

	Where one moment saw Gale performing the selfless act of fellatio
on that husband of hers, the next saw her eagerly engaged in cunnilingus
with a person who was the splitting image of her husband from the waist
upwards, and an uncontested femme fatale from the waist downwards.

	Dennis, who was still reeling from the wealth of erotic sensations
that spiraled outward from that new and ever so femininely attuned orgasmic
epicenter of hers, moaned.  Her body shook.  It shimmed, as exaltation,
after blessed exaltation cavorted and careened about that rapidly
transmogrifying body of hers.  Pleasure, more intensely compelling than
anything she had ever experience before, ricochet off itself, doubling and
re-doubling like a phoenix rising on the euphoric winds of primordial
wonderment.

	Then, even as her transsexualization approached its culmination
point, Kelly spurred on as she was by the yet another excruciatingly
pleasurable flickering of Gale's ever so talented tongue, climaxed.
Concurrently, the wellspring of magically imposed femininity erupted,
geyser-like, there by unleashing the raging torrent of orgasmic splendor
within her.

	In soaring counterpoint to the madly cavorting daisy chain of
orgasmic aftershocks that were even then rampaging about that newly
acquired physique of hers, Kelly managed to breathlessly exclaim, "Oh God,
Gale.  You have no idea how utterly fantastic that, whatever the hell you
just went and did to me, felt."


+++++


	Two weeks after that rather unique and often repeated episode, a
small package, addressed to one Mrs. Gale Mallory, showed up on their
doorstep.

	Curious to know what his wife had ordered, half suspecting it was a
something she wanted to surprise him with, Dennis tactfully inquired, "So,
are you going to tell me what's in the box, or do you intend to keep me
guessing?"

	"Oh, I have every intention of telling you." Gale playfully
replied.  "But, I have no intention of telling you now.  In other words,
dear, you're just going to have to wait until later to find out what I got
us."

	"Oh...  So, it's something for the two of us, is it?" Dennis, who
was even more curious than he was before, quizzically countered.

	"Yes.  And, that's all I going to say about it for now.  You're
just going to have to wait.

	"So, be a good boy, and don't bug me.  Alright?"

	"Yeah...  Sure... Anything you say, honey..."


+++++


	By the time they had finished dinner, Dennis had up and forgotten
all about the package.  Gale, for her part, was glad that he had.

	"So," Gale coyly began, as she closed the dishwasher's door, and
turned the knob to start it cycling, "do you think that you're up for some
sexual hanky-panky this evening?"

	"Oh, yeah.  Sure sounds like a plan to me."

	"Okay.  Why don't you head on up, and I'll be up in a sec."

	An unsuspecting Dennis eagerly did as his wife suggested.

	Taking a moment to stuff the plainly wrapped package into a bag of
toiletries she had purchased during her lunch hour that afternoon, Gale,
with bag in hand, headed upstairs to join her lover.  Upon entering their
bedroom, she nonchalantly placed the blue plastic shopping bag on her
dresser, and began to get undressed.

	"Hey." Gale said, as she unbuttoned her blouse.  "I've got an idea.
Since we've been kind of in a rut these last few nights, why don't we spice
things up a bit?"

	"Sure...  Pray tell.  What, exactly, did you have in mind?"

	"Well..." Gale's reply was coquettishly couched, "since you really
seem to enjoy the BJ to clit licking thing-a-ma-bob that I came up with a
couple of weeks ago, what say we start off the evening with that.  Then,
you can do me, and then we'll just wing it from there on out..."

	Upon hearing that, Dennis, who thoroughly enjoyed the unbelievable
orgasmic rush that he, as a she, derived from the absolutely phenomenal
fellatio to cunnilingus technique that his wife had come up, wasted no time
at all.  Moving to his chest of drawers, he picked up those heels of his,
and carted them over to the bed.  Plopping his rump down on the comforter,
he carefully arranged those dick teaser specials of his so that they would
be in easy reach of his feet.

	Horny with the anticipation of what was to come, Dennis' pecker was
already on the rise when Gale knelt down in front of him.

	"My, my." Gale naughtily giggled, as she loving positioned the
shaft of her husband's manhood before her, as if it were a microphone, and
she, a gutsy torch singer.  "What do we have here?  I do believe that your
Captain Peckerhead here is already primed and ready for action."


+++++


	After Gale finished giving that 'girlfriend' of hers a thorough
tongue-lashing, Kelly, being the gentleman that she was on the inside,
graciously, and with all the loving tenderness she could bring to bear,
returned the favor; lick for lick, nibble for nibble, tongue swirl for
tongue swirl, and clit tweak for clit tweak.  Gale, giddily thinking
herself to be the luckiest woman alive, gleefully savored every tweak,
every twiddle, and every twinge.  Then, knowing that she was rapidly
approaching the crescendo point that heralded in the tsunami-like upwelling
of orgasmic ecstasy, Gale did as she always did.  In one of the few,
fleeting, encapsulated moments of lucid thought that was granted her within
the wild cavorting torrent of her madly gallivanting emotions, Gale seized
the opportunity to give thanks to The Almighty for granting her the boon of
finding someone like Dennis to be her husband.

	Minutes later, having savored every little nuance of her idyllic
post-orgasmic sojourn, Gale dreamily inquired, "So, tell me sweetcheeks, is
my little lover-girl still interested in finding out what came in that
package that turned up in our mail today?"

	"Yeah."  With her curiosity rekindled, Kelly briskly replied, "Now
that you mention it, I do believe that I kind of would at that."

	"Well, it's right over there in that bag on the dresser.  So, tell
you what, Kell.  Since I'm kind of done in right now, why don't you be a
dear, and get up and get it.  Oh." Gale added an after thought.  "And while
you're at it, you might as well just go ahead and open it."

	Like a shot, Kelly was out of the bed, and scampering over to the
dresser.  Then, having extracted the package from the bag, and acting is a
manner that was reminiscent of an excited child on Christmas' morning; she
used the wicked manicured nail of index finger to slice through shipping
tap sealing the package.  Folding back the two halves of the box's lid,
Kelly dipped her hand into the diced up foam packing material and extracted
a cardboard-backed blister pack that contained some sort of rounded,
oblong, shaft-like do-jiggy-what-ya-ma-call-it.

	Unable to discern what the thing was in the dim light afford her, a
dubious, and somewhat dishearten Kelly muttered, "Okay...  I give.  What -
exactly - is it?"

	"Just bring it over here, and climb back into bed, and it'll be
more than happy to show you." Gale encouraged.

	With an uneasy felling beginning to gnaw away at her, a somewhat
skeptical Kelly did as Gale suggested.  Passing the as yet unidentified
object into her wife's keeping, Kelly, who was still wearing those high
heels of hers so as to maintain her femininely form, and build up some
residual girl time, gingerly maneuvered around the foot of their bed.
Sliding in alongside of Gale, Kelly proceeded on to said, "Okay...  So, how
'bout showing me what you got there, homey."

	Having taken the preemptive step of ripping open the blister pack,
Gale extracted the item contained within, and after taking a brief moment
to examine it herself, passed it over for that lesbian lover-girl of hers
to inspect.

	"Holy, shit." Kelly, upon realizing what the object was,
tumultuously exclaimed, as the she let go of it, and in doing so,
inadvertently allowed it to haphazardly plummet onto her lap.  Squeamishly,
spurred on by an overwhelming sense of revulsion, in a knee-jerk reaction
born out of panic's desperation, Kelly pushed the offensive object off of
her as she frantically crabbed her body over to the far side of the bed.
Still feeling the pressing need to put as much distance between herself and
the icky thing that her wife had duped her into handling, Kelly got up and
quickly back-stepped away from the bed.

	"Hey, Kell." a very confused and concerned Gale intoned in what she
hoped was a nonjudgmental tone of voice.  "What gives?  What's gotten into
you?  Why did you get out of bed like that?  What'ya think?  That I handed
you a snake or something?"

	"No." a very unsettled Kelly replied shrilly.  "I knew right off it
wasn't a snake."

	"Oh...  So, I take it that you either know what it is, or think you
know what it is?"

	"Oh, yeah.  I know what it is all right." Kelly began to nervously
stammer, "It's a...  a...  a..."

	Taking pity on her lover's inability to come up with the correct
terminology to defined the object that had upset her so, Gale tentatively
filled in the blank for her husband, "A dildo..."

	"Yes.  That's it.  It's a dildo." the agitation conveyed in Kelly's
voice was a clear indication to Gale that she would have to tread lightly
in order to salvage what remained the evening.

	"And, that bothers you?" Gale asked, in what she hoped was a
non-threatening tone of voice, as she reached over and turned on the lamp
that was located upon the night table.

	"Yes...  Why, I haven't a clue, but it does."

	Picking up the item in question and proceeding on to casually
reexamine it, Gale continued on to say, "Let me hazard a guess here.  I'll
bet you never, ever saw one of these before, much less touched one?"

	"No...  I'm afraid to say that you're right on both accounts,
honey," Gale could plainly tell that her ultra feminized husband was
squeamish over the fact that she was even in the same room with something
that disgusted her the way the dildo apparent did.

	"I mean..." a still visible shaken Kelly continued on to amend her
previous statement, "...while I have seen them from time to time in some of
the men's magazines I've perused over the years, I've never actually seen
one up close and personal, much less touched one."

	Though Gale wished she could have stifled herself, a few very
girlish giggles escaped her lips.

	"What so funny?" Kelly agitatedly demanded.

	"You are, you ninny.

	"I mean, do have any idea how ludicrous all this is?

	"I mean, of the two of us, you'd think that I be the one who would
be the squeamish one.

	"But, as it works out, I'm not.  But, you are.  And, I find that to
be rather funny, if not down right hilarious.

	"I mean, while I'll grant you that you're not one for the here and
now of it, you, my sweet, just happen to be the man of the house.  And,
while I know it's a lot of bunk, men aren't supposed to be squeamish when
it comes to dildos and other such stuff as that."

	Feeling every bit the fool, Kelly, taking a stutter step and a half
closer to the bed, had to admit that her wife was right.  Though erroneous,
the general rule of thumb had it that manly men, men who were savvy to the
ways of the world, were not supposed to get their shorts in a wad over
something as banal, albeit gross, as the artificial penis that Gale rolled
about in her hands.

	"Look, Kell.  We all have our own little idiosyncrasies - I mean,
God knows I have mine. - but, come on.  It's just a dildo.  It's not a
really penis.  It just sort of looks like a really penis, because it's
pink, and it's got these penis like veins, and it's sort of shaped like a
real penis, save that this particular one is shaped like two opposing
penises.

	"In other words, sweetums, this dildo is a special one, in that
it's a double header."

	"Yeah..." Kelly gingerly replied.  "I can see that from all the way
over here."

	"Come on, Kell.  Don't be a fraiddiecat.  Come on over here and
take a good look.

	"Besides, aren't you the one who keeps telling me that the only way
that a person is going to get beyond their fears is to face them head on?"

	"Yeah...  I guess...  But, this is different."

	"How so?" Gale replied, putting the ball right back in Kelly's
court, so to speak.  "I mean to tell you, sweetcheeks.  I can't wait to
hear you explain your way out of this one."

	Gale's perseverance won out in the end.  No matter how hard Kelly
tried to wiggle out of the box she had put herself in, no matter, how much
she hemmed and she hauled, no matter how many times she endeavored to
employ a bait and switch tactic, she finally had to admit that her wife was
right.  One did have to face their fears in order to get beyond them.

	Though it took over a half an hour to accomplish, Gale, treading
lightly at times, finally managed to coax Kelly back into bed.

	"Okay, Kell." Gale thought it best to double check first.  "Are you
sure you're up for this?"

	"Yes..." Kelly replied uneasily.  "I think I am..."

	"Well, here you go then, Kell." Gale said, as she held the dildo
out so that her lesbian lover-girl could take possession of it.

	"Go ahead.  Take it.  Trust me.  It won't bite."

	Employing only the thumb and index finger of her right hand, Kelly
gingerly took possession of the odious object.  As she did so, she testily
replied, "I know it won't bite.

	"That's not the problem.

	"The problem is I know what it does, and where it goes, and that's
what's got me really worried."

	Electing to ignore her husband's comments for the time being, Gale,
employing her own bait and switch tactic, casually inquired, as she reached
over and turned off the light, "So, tell me, Kell.  Now that you're holding
it, how's it feel?"

	"Actually... not as bad as I thought it would.

	"I mean, it's sort of stiff like a penis.  But, then again, it
isn't as stiff as I thought it would be.  Amazingly, it's a lot more
flexible than I ever suspected it would be..."

	"Yeah..." Gale thoughtfully agreed.  "I wonder how they do that?"

	Always the more analytical one of two, Kelly thoughtfully replied,
"I'm not exactly sure, but were I to hazard a guess, I would think that
there must be some kind of gel or gelatin inside of the pliable molded
outer shell..."

	A few minutes later, once Kelly had finished examining the
cunningly crafted device, she figured it was high time she got to the crux
of the matter.  "Okay..." she sigh deeply.  "Since you are the one who
purchased this... this... this... 'Thing', especially since it's, shall we
say, a double ended model, I gather that you did it in the hope that the
two of us might actually get around to using it one of these days?"

	"Yes...  You're correct.  That's pretty much what I had in mind."

	Then, before that 'girlfriend' of hers could offer any sort of a
comeback, Gale, who had been preparing her arguments since the day she had
placed the order for the dildo online, took the preemptive move of foraging
ahead with it.  Though her reasons were well thought out, and therefore
logically sound, Gale, aware that she might only get this one chance to
state her case, was not averse to employing as much emotional leverage as
she deemed necessary to convince Kelly to at least give the matter some
thought.

	"Kell..." Gale sensually intoned.  "Look, I know I owe you an
explanation.  So, please.  Just hear me out, alright?"

	Without waiting for Kelly's consent to continue, Gale, though she
did so with a great deal of trepidation, proceeded into her explanation.

	"First off, you need to know that after you hear what I have to
say, if you say 'no', then it's no.  Case closed.  In other words, Kell, I
promise that I'm not going to get mad, or have a crying jag, or nag you, or
anything along those lines.

	"After all, fairs's fair.

	"Look.  You never once gave me a hard way to go about that stupid
ultimatum of mine, the one that more or less forced you get rid of those
magical high heels of yours.  Nor, I might add, did you ever once tried to
coerce me into becoming your lesbian lover in the days before I got past
all those silly inhibitions of mine.

	"And, let me just say that I really, really appreciated all of
that, Kell.  You might even say that I love you all the more for it, and I
just want to assure you that no matter what happens, no matter what you
decide to do, or not to do, it'll be okay with me.

	"Now, as to the reasons why I went and ordered that dildo is
because, when it comes to the sexual aspects of you and your being a woman,
the thing I've wanted most was to somehow make it possible for you to
experience everything that I do.

	"I mean, the way it is now, you get to make love to me both ways,
both as a man and as a woman.  I, on the other hand, can only make love to
you as the woman I am.

	"Now, I know that you're going to think I'm crazy, but, I can't
begin to tell you how many times I've wished that I had a pair of shoes
that would turn me into a man, the way those heels of yours turn you into a
woman.

	"Hell.  I'd settle for a pair that would temporarily change my
vagina into a man's "thing' so I could do you the way you do me.

	"Now, I know you're going to find this hard to believe, Kell, but I
love feeling you up inside me like that.

	"It's kind of hard to explain, but whenever you're up inside me
like that, I get this wonderful warm, cozy feeling.

	"Now, I'll grant you that, as a general rule, the orgasms that I
have when you're up inside me like that aren't anywhere near as intense, or
as many, as those I have when you go down on me.  But, that doesn't mean I
don't like them, because I really, really do.  Truth is, as far fetched is
this might sound, sometimes I like the ones I have when you're up inside me
even more then the other ones, even if they aren't, I guess you could say,
as strong.

	"I'm not really sure, but I think it may have something to do with
the intimacy of feeling that thingie of yours nestle ever so snugly up
inside of this hiddy hole of mine..."

	Although Kelly was not a happy camper, she listing attentively as
her wife continued to make one valid point after another.  Though Gale did
so with a great deal of emotion clearly conveyed in the inflections of her
voice, Kelly, though she wished she could poke great big holes in her
lover's various assertions, reluctantly had to admit that they were
logical, and therefore sound.

	Though she had already come to the conclusion that she would do
whatever her wife wanted with regards to the dildo, Kelly, in an effort to
bolster her resolve, finally felt compelled to say something, "Gale.  Just
for the fun of it, let's say that I do decide to do this.  Let's say I let
you stick that 'thing' you're holding up inside me.  What I want to know
is: won't it hurt?"

	"No...  If we go about it the way I'm planning to, it shouldn't
hurt at all.

	"That's to say that if you do decide that you want to give it a go,
you needn't worry.  Before we do anything, I will go into the bathroom, and
wash this bad boy in hot water and soap before doing anything else.  Then,
after I dry it, before we get around to actually inserting it up inside us,
you'd best believe that I'm going to swab it with some KY Jelly.  That way,
it'll it slides up inside of both us easily, and hopefully effortless."

	"Are you sure it'll fit?" Kelly was dubious.  "I mean, to my way of
thinking, it sure looks awful big to me."

	"Big!" Gale exclaimed with an infectious giggle.  "No way.  This
bad boy isn't big at all.  Fact is, Kell, you're as big, if not bigger that
this dildo is.

	"Oh." she added.  "And, just so you know, this dildo is one of the
regular sized ones.  I could have ordered us one of the super-sized ones,
but I decided against doing that for the time being.  My thinking was that
it might be so big that it might intimidate the both of us."

	"All I can say is: thank God for small favors." Kelly, with a
visible shiver, exclaimed.  "If that's one of the regular sized ones, I
hate to see what one of super-sized ones look likes."

	"I whole heartily agree with you, Kell.  I wouldn't want to deal
with anything bigger than this one myself."

	"So, am I to take it that you've used one of these before?"

	"No...  Should you decide to have a go at it, it'll be a first for
me as well as yourself."

	"Oh, so what you're saying is that this will be sort of a maiden
voyage for the both of us?"

	"If you're saying what I think you're saying," Gale reply was
filled with hope, "then I guess you're right.  This will be will be sort of
a maiden voyage for the two of us.

	"So," Gale sought clarification, "am I to take it that you're up
for trying it?"

	"Yeah... I guess I sort of am..." Kelly's answer was a little too
ambiguous to suit what Gale wanted to hear.

	"Look, sweetcheeks.  That's quit enough of that.  You're not going
to straddle the fence on me here.  I don't want to hear any more of those
wishy-washy, mamby-pamby answers of yours.  You're either up for it, or you
not."

	Sidestepping the answer for the moment, Kelly, cunningly employing
a quickly concocted bait and switch tactic, continued on to ask a question
she had already asked before "Are you sure it's not going to hurt?"

	"No... It shouldn't..."

	Bundling the index and middle finger of her right hand together,
Gale rolled on her side, and deftly inserted them in between the multiple
lip-folds of her husband's womanhood, and proceeding from there, dipped
them, knuckle deep, into the well of her lesbian lover's vaginal canal.

	"Tell me.  Does that hurt?"

	Startled by her wife's aggressive and unexpected act of carnal
intrusion, Kelly tersely replied, "No.  No, it doesn't hurt at all..."

	"Good." Gale exclaimed as she withdrew her fingers.  "Then, the
dildo shouldn't hurt either.

	"I'll grant you it might feel uncomfortable at first, in that it
might make you feel like you've been skewered, or impaled on something
along those lines.  But, if you're patient, and you give it a few minutes,
those uncomfortable feelings of yours should eventually pass.

	"And, if they don't, if you still feel so uncomfortable that you
can't handle this dildo being up inside you like that, you just say the
word, and I'll be more than happy to back it out of you, faster than you
can say, 'Hey, honey.  How 'bout giving me a hum job?'

	"So, since the ball's in your court, what's it going to be, Kell?
Are we going to try it tonight, or are we going to hold off for another
night?  Or, if you rather, we can just forget the whole idea altogether..."

	"Well, though I'm still a little squeamish with the idea of having
that 'thing' rammed up inside of this little you-know-what of mine, I'd say
we do it, and get it over with."

	"Are you sure?"

	"Yes, I'm pretty sure...  That's to say that I'm about as sure as
I'm ever going to be." Kelly replied tersely.

	"So," Gale persisted, "I take it that you're saying that you want
the two of us to try it?"

	"Yes...  Yes, I am...

	"Now, you'd better go and wash the damn thing off, and do whatever
else you have to do, before I use this rather transitory woman's
prerogative of mine to up and change my mind."


+++++


	Gale, having returned from bathroom with the double ended dildo
washed, greased and ready for insertion, climbed back into bed, and began
to outline the logistics as to how the two the would proceed.  Having given
the matter a lot of thought, Gale suggested that they both turn on their
sides, so that they were facing one another.  Then, hoping that a
demonstration might help to ally Kelly's fears, Gale effortless slid one
end of the opposing artificial phallus up inside her own little honey pot.

	"Did you see how easy that was, Kell?  No muss.  No fuss.

	"The whole key to is that you need to relax."

	"Yeah.  Right.  Like there's a fat chance of that ever
happening..."


+++++


	"Holy, shit." Kelly, having just felt the head portion of the dildo
pass into the aperture of her vaginal canal, bellowed in utter disbelief.
"Damn that feels big.  I don't think it's going to fit."

	"Fear not, Kell," Gale reassuringly replied, in an effort to
placate that lover-girl of hers.  "You'll see.  It'll fit just fine."

	"Oh, no it won't." Kelly's voice was tinged with the raw essence of
incredulity.

	Pushing the dildo in a smidgen or so more, Gale, with impish
giggle, countered, "Oh, yes it will.  Trust me.  If it fit me, it'll fit
you."

	"Gale!" Kelly, felling as if her loins were on the verge of being
torn asunder, shrilly clamored.  "Please, not so fast.  You need to slow it
down little."

	"If I go any slower, Kell, I'd be backing it out."

	"Backing it out...  Now, that's a novel idea, if ever there was
one..." there was a clear sense of hopefulness conveyed in that ever so
sultry voice of that sexpot of a husband of hers.

	Gale, aware that they had reached the crucial, shit or get of the
pot point in the proceedings, did the most advantageous thing she could
think of doing, with that thing being: she simply chose to ignore Kelly's
comments.  Then, spurred into action by the underlying truism which is best
enunciated in the hackneyed 'faint heart never won fair maid' cliché, Gale,
with a energetic forward thrust of her pelvis, swiftly and succinctly
impaled that lover-girl of hers.

	"Gale!" Kelly irately raged.  "What in the hell where you thinking?
Why in the world did you do something like that to me?  I though you said
you were going to take it slow and easy."

	"Well, it appears that I must have changed my mind." Gale, with a
giggle, flippantly replied.

	"If you recall, sweetums, it was you who brought up the bit about a
woman's prerogative to change her mind, not I."

	"Funny...  Very funny..." Kelly drolly replied.

	"I'll have you know that it still smarts from you ramming that
dastardly thing up inside me like you just did."

	"It does?  Oh, I'm sorry." Gale was having a hard time stifling
herself.  She wanted to laugh so much it almost hurt.

	"So, other than it smarting, how's it feel having something nestle
up inside you like that?"

	"Truthfully... it feels weird.  Really, really weird.

	"Plus, it feels huge.  So huge in fact, I feel like I'm ready to
bust a gut down there."

	"Well, you needn't worry about that, Kell.  Trust me, that vagina
of yours is a lot more elastic and durable than you might think."

	"It better be."


+++++


	A few moments following that exchange, Kelly, who had started to
wonder how any woman could actually derive any sort of enjoyment out of
having some swinging dick's johnson shoved up inside them, felt compelled
to dubiously inquire, "So, this is it?  We're just going to lay here, face
to face with one another, with this gelatin filled thing-a-ma-jiggy
connecting your pussy to my pussy?"

	"No." Gale was emphatic.  "Now, we're going to make love.  I'm
going to pretend that I'm the husband, and you, my dear, will do me the
courtesy of pretending that you're my wife.

	"In other words, Kell," Gale seductively teased, as her body began
to slowly undulate up against that of her ultra feminized husband's, "for
the time being, I will play the part of the humper, leaving you to fulfill
the role of the pillow eating humpette."

	Though it took a somewhat frazzled Kelly a few minutes to get into
the swing of things, Gale finally managed to rekindle the fires of her
lesbian lover-girl's ardor.  Targeting many of her husband's readily
accessible erogenous zones, and employing the tweak, twiddle, caress and
fondle method of sexual titillation, Gale soon had Kelly's body undulating
in perfect sync with her own.  Kelly, being the gentleman that she was up
there in that pretty little head of hers, returned the favor, tweak for
tweak, and twiddle for twiddle.  They took turns French kissing one
another.  Seesawing back and forth, Gale would insert her tongue into the
saliva slick sanctuary of Kelly oral cavity, only to have Kelly's tongue
invade her mouth shortly there after.

	In perfect counterpoint to their craven needs, they moaned.  They
groaned.  They squealed.  They screamed.

	Their bodies shook.  They shimmed.  They shivered, in perfect
syncopated harmony with one another.

	The ecstasy of their lust transcended their ability to adequately
comprehend, but not so their ability to thoroughly relish.  Their sense of
intimacy became a palatable commodity that cavorted and careened across the
bridge of their union.  Angelically, they soared on the gossamer wings of
their rapture, carried aloft on the intoxicating vapors of orgasmic
promise.


+++++


	Occasionally, Dennis and Gale had come close to experiencing the
every elusive, rarely achieve and high touted simultaneous orgasms.
Several times they had come so close that were one to employ a rather
generous fudge factor, they might even be consider as having met the
criteria for a rather loosely defined variant of the greatly desired
simultaneous orgasms.  That is to say that that on several occasions, while
Gale was nearing the tail end of a diminishing daisy chain of multiple
orgasms, Dennis experienced his own orgasmic rush, as all those long tailed
spermie-wormies came scampering out of that nifty insemination wand of his.

	On that evening however, no fudge factor was required.  Climaxing
as they did on the very same instant in time's ebb and flow, there was no
question as to whether or not Gale and Kelly achieved simultaneous orgasms.
They did, and that's the be all and end all of it.  Case closed.  Tally one
up for the good guys.


+++++


	When she could final manage it, Kelly jubilantly gasped, "Gale.
Did we just..."

	Before that nymphed-out lesbian lover-girl of hers could even
finish her question, Gale had it already answered.  With a resounding and
demonstrative, "Yes." Gale clarified what Kelly already presumed to be the
case.  "If you're wondering if we just now came together, I think I can
safely say that we sure as hell did.

	"So, what'ya think, Kell?  How was it?"

	"Well..." Kelly replied, as she endeavored to organize her thoughts
on the matter, "...given that it was the first time I ever came that way,
I've gotta tell ya', as much as I didn't think I would, I really, really
enjoyed it."

	"You did, did ya'?"

	"Oh, yeah.  Make no never mind about it.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.

	"How 'bout those orgasms of yours?  Where they as good... or, I
probably should have said as strong, as the ones you have when I go down on
you?"

	"No... they weren't nearly as strong, or quite as many as the ones
I normally have, but that's okay.  They were good nevertheless.  And, it's
like I said before, honey.  I thoroughly enjoyed them.  And, as far as I'm
concerned, that's all the matters."

	"I wholeheartedly agree." Gale, whipping a strand of loose hair
from out in front of her face as she did so, concurred.  "So, I guess that
leaves just one question unanswered."

  	Curious to know what that one question of Gale's might be, Kelly
felt compelled to quip, "Okay.  I'll bite.  What, exactly, is this question
of yours?"

	"My question is: do you think you're up for doing this again?"

	"If you mean using the dildo again to make love, sure.  Why not?
I'm game for it as long as you are."

	"Great.  How 'bout we plan on a repeat performance tomorrow night?"

	"Sure sounds like a plan to me." Kelly gleefully replied.

	At that, Gale shifted position, in order to better back the dildo
out of her husband's vagina.  Kelly, upon becoming aware of what her wife
was about to do, pleaded, "Please, honey.  Can't you leave it in for just a
little while longer?  I'd kind of like the way it feels up inside of me.
So, as long as you don't mind, couldn't we just lay here like this for a
few more minutes?"

	"Sure, Kell...  Actually, now that you mention it, I think I'd kind
of like to do that myself..."