Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2003 10:18:35 EDT
From: DEANECHRIS@aol.com
Subject: Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers 3

Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers 3:

By Deane Christopher
Edited by Steve Zink
Copyrighted 2002


Preface


	Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers takes place in the Magatrix
the Magnificent Universe, which was first introduced in my serialized
seven-part story, Magician's Assistant.  The premise upon which both that
story and this story are based revolves around the fact that Magatrix the
Magnificent has been reprimanded by the ethics review board of the
Magician's Guild, and thereby constrained from continuing to use handsome
young males as her stage assistants.  Due to a little known codicil buried
deep within the guild's arcane bylaws, should a performing member elect to
avail themselves of a stage assistant or assistants, said stage
assistant(s) must be: one, young; two, beautiful; and three, female.
Outraged by the ruling of her guild's review board, Magatrix elects to
adhere to the letter of the Magician Guild's bylaws, while sidestepping its
spirit.  Magatrix the Magnificent, via the use of real magic, has elected
to sidestep the spirit of the outdated codicil by asking for male
volunteers from the audience to come up and join her on stage, whereupon
she magically transforms the unsuspecting gentlemen into her lovely female
stage assistants.

	Normally, Magatrix restores these magically feminized volunteer
assistants of hers to their former manly physiques at the completion of her
act.  However, for reasons known only to herself, upon occasion, Magatrix
sometimes elects to maintain her assistants in their feminine personas for
the remainder of the evening, and at times, well into the fullness of the
night.  Generally, when Magatrix selects this expanded stint as a female
option of hers, she modifies her sexual transmogrification spell in such a
way as to cause the transsexualized young gentleman to automatically regain
his manhood at the dawning of the following day.

	Generally, when Magatrix chooses to expand one of her volunteer
assistant's tenure as a bona fide member of the opposite sex, she further
modifies her transsexualization spell to include some very powerful
subliminal inducements that tend to function much the way posthypnotic
suggestions might.  Magatrix does this in order to make it easier for the
sexually transmogrified male to continue to function as the woman he has
been turned into by drastically downplaying, or completely eliminating the
ignominy factor involved in operating for a time as a woman.  For instance,
Magatrix usually continues to negate the residual and telltale awkwardness
that would normally beset most men ensconced in a well-endowed woman's
body.  She achieves this by incorporating several magical subroutines
within her expanded spell in order to compensate for the marked shift in
weight distribution.  That, in turn, directly impacts on the sexually
transmogrified individual's new center of gravity, thereby making it easy
for her sexually transmogrified assistants to maneuver about in a pair of
stiletto heels.

	Since Magatrix the Magnificent's magic act has not substantially
altered from that which was described in my previous story, Magician's
Assistant 1: The Performance, I have elected to begin Magician's Assistant
- Friends & Lovers shortly after Magatrix has brought her evening's
performance to its conclusion.  In other words, the foremost male
protagonist of this story, one Michael Gerlach, begins this story as the
woman Magatrix has turned him into earlier in the evening.  However, for
those who might be interested in reading (or possibly rereading) a
description of Magatrix's magical act, in which the initial
transsexualization of birthday boy Jeff Gibson takes place, I encourage
them to read Magician's Assistant 1: The Performance, which can be accessed
elsewhere on this site.


Synopsis of Preceding Chapters


	Chapter 1 began with a conversation that occurred while the ultra
feminized Michael Gerlach was dancing with his best friend, John Larsen.
Having first discussed Mike's impressions of what it was like to be a
woman, Mike continues on to tell John about of some of the more unusual
aspects of transsexualization spell that she is operating under.  Then,
having admitted that she finds herself sexual attracted to John, Mike
encourages John to kiss her.  One kiss leads to another, whereupon a very
turned-on Mike beseeches John to make love to her.  At that point Magatrix
joins the conversation and offers the two of them the use of one of her
hotel suite's bedrooms.

	In Chapter 2, we joined the couple just prior to Mike's first
multi-orgasmic experience as a woman, via John's selfless act of oral sex.
Following that, the two then go on to share their impressions.  Then, to
John's amazement, Mike informs her friend that what she wants is to
experience what it feels like to have his manhood nestled snugly up insider
her.  John, after a little coaxing on Mike's part, is more than happy to
oblige her.


Chapter 3


	Within a matter of moments, Mike came to the stark realization that
she had made an erroneous assumption.  Thinking that there was no way that
her buddy could improve on his prior performance, Mike had deluded herself
into believing that it could not get any better than it had been.  However,
Mike quickly came to the realization that she was wrong.  To classify John
as a great lover did her friend a gross disservice.  John was not merely a
great lover.  He was a phenomenal lover, and Mike deemed herself most
fortunate to have someone with not only his talents, but also his
tenderness, to be the man to introduce her to the sexual aspects of what
being a woman was all about.

	There was no doubt in Mike's mind.  John clearly knew his way
around a woman's body.  At least he had both the primary and secondary
erogenous zones of Mike's feminine form down pat.  Not only did he seem to
know exactly where to touch, and when to touch, and how long to touch, but
more importantly, when to cease and desist and move on and target some
other area of Mike's feminine physique.  John knew how to mix things up in
order to keep the proceedings interesting.  He knew how to combine and
coordinate various hand and tongue techniques into a kaleidoscopic pattern
of erotic stimulation that further served to keep Mike deliriously
teetering on the brink of orgasmic splendor.  Intuitive, John seemed to
anticipate Mike's needs, allowing him to continually retarget his
endeavors, and thereby prolong the massive amounts of sheer, unadulterated
pleasure that his buddy was experiencing.

	Under John's deft handed and talented tongue ministrations, Mike
was soon wriggling and jiggling, whimpering and wailing; repeatedly
beseeching the Almighty on High to grant her the blessed succor she so
desperately sought.

	"John!" Mike somehow frantically managed to implore.  "Please!  Oh,
please!  I want you in me!  And, I want you in me - now!"

	Primed and ready for action as he was, John eagerly and adroitly
repositioned himself.

	"Oooo..." Mike gleefully gasped, as she felt what she perceived to
be the gargantuan sized head of her buddy's blood engorged penis pass
within the multiple lip-folds of her vagina.

	Though she was embroiled in the unbridled passions of primordial
lust, a single lucid thought flitted through the chambers of her girlish
mind.  'Oh, my God!  He's huge!'

	Feeling the hint of resistance to his pecker's inward progress,
John, though it took all his self-restraint to muster up the wherewithal do
so, hesitated, and was about to ask his buddy if she wished to reconsider,
when all of sudden Mike's virginity became a mute point.  Aware that her
buddy was reluctant to proceed with her deflowering, Mike took control of
the situation as she violently thrust her pelvis upwards, in effect,
impaling herself on John's manly member.

	That impassioned action gained Mike a twinge of searing pain.  But,
braced as she was for it's inevitability, Mike refused to allow that pain
to detract in any way from the massive amounts of pleasure she was deriving
out of the knowledge that John's pecker was nestled ever so snugly up
inside the sanctum sanctorum of her recently acquired womanhood.

	At that point in the proceedings, lust - raw, eager and impassioned
- gained the upper hand, as primordial needs imposed tyrannical control.
Though they knew it not, nor would they have cared had they have known,
they were no longer engaged in the tender and endearing love that was both
the purview and hallmark of humankind.  Their bodies undulated in the
frenzy of a syncopated rhythm that was born out the depravity of their
carnal needs, and given cadence by the harmonic resonance of their most
ardent desire.  They were savagely rutting, going at one another like the
sexual Neanderthals they had devolved into.

	Somewhere along the line, whether by word of mouth or from some
magazine article she as a he had chanced upon, Mike had come upon some
clinical information that claimed that women, unlike their male
counterparts, experienced two very distinct types of orgasms.  Generally
speaking, the one that most women commonly experienced was the Clitoral
Orgasm, which, as its name implies, is derived through the manipulation of
the clitoris.  Rarer was the elusive and highly touted Vaginal Orgasm,
which was said to result from the very act of copulation itself, and of the
two types, was the one most often faked so as to assuage and bolster their
sexual counterpart's rather fragile male ego.

	Thanks to her buddy's ever so talented tongue, Mike had already
experienced a cascading string of Clitoral Orgasms that evening, and,
though she knew it not, was well on her way to laying claim to a succession
of Vaginal Orgasms as well.

	John, who was keenly aware that his own orgasmic release was
intimate, had gotten down to the short-strokes, playing a frenzied game of
Jack Hammer Johnson, with his Johnson hammering way up inside of the snug
little glory hole with which Magatrix the Magnificent had fitted out his
best friend.

	As it worked out, given the fact that both she and John climaxed
concurrently, Mike not only experienced a gushing daisy chain of extremely
intense Vaginal Orgasms, but the joyous intimacy of a Simultaneous Orgasm
as well.

	A few minutes later, once she mustered the necessary wherewithal to
do so, Mike sought to ascertain if indeed what she thought had just
happened, had indeed happened.  "John, did we just..."

	"Oh, yeah!" John responded in a very self-satisfied manner.  "If
you're asking me if we came at the same time, I'd have to say the answer to
that one is a big, resounding yes!"

	Dreamily, Mike, who was deliriously savoring every nuance of the
post-orgasmic euphoria that had completely inundated her spirit, sluggishly
murmured, "I kind of thought so...  I think I felt you come inside of me
twice."

	"Actually, I came inside of you three times, but who's counting?"

	A few more minutes passed before Mike felt the desire to speak
again.  "John."

	"Yes."

	"Did you enjoy it?  I mean, was it as good for you as it was for
me?"

	"Oh, yeah, kiddo!  I thoroughly enjoyed myself."

	"Good...  I'm glad to hear that..." Mike weakly cooed.  "I'm glad
you enjoyed yourself.  John..."

	"Yes..."

	"I probably shouldn't be asking you this, but, compared to all the
other women you've made love to, how was I?  I mean, was I average, less
then average, or above average?  Look!  I know I'm putting you on the spot,
and you don't have to answer me if you don't want to, but I kind of sort of
would like to know."

	"Well, let me see..." John began thoughtfully.  "On a scale from
one to ten, and being totally objective about it, I'd have to say that you,
young lady, rate right in there as a solid twelve."

	"Yeah, right!  Me, a twelve!  Get real here, will ya!  Come on,
John!  Please!  I want you to be brutally honest me!"

	"I was being honest with you!"

	"Oh no, you weren't!"

	"Oh, yes I was!"

	"But, I didn't do a damn thing!  I just lay there and let you have
at me!"

	Concurring, John quickly replied, "Well, that is true...  But, then
again, if you remember correctly, I wouldn't let you.  Every time you tried
to jump in, and lend a hand, so to speak, I stopped you.  So, I guess you
could say that I have only myself to blame.  Tell you what!  If it'll make
you feel better, I'll deduct half a point from the grand total for your
lack of participation.  Okay.  If my calculations are correct, that gives
you an overall rating of eleven and a half, and, just so you know, that's a
solid three and a half points more than any other woman that I've ever
shared a bed with."

	Once again employing the double positive to put a negative spin on
her reply, Mike quipped, "Yeah!  Right!  John, would you please stop
bird-turdin' me and give me an honest answer!  Was I average, less than
average, or what?"

	Being as serious as he could, John said, "Okay, Mikey!  You want an
honest answer.  I'll give you one.  You weren't just great.  You were
fantastic!  I have never - Ever! - enjoyed making love to a woman as much
as I have with you tonight!"

	"Really?"

	"Yes!  Really!"

	"I was that good?"

	"Oh, yeah!  You were that good.  Problem is, kiddo, you may have
been a little too good, in that I can envision myself spending the rest of
my life looking for a girl that's as good as you are, and never ever
finding her."

	"You're serious about that, aren't you?"

	"Yes, I'm afraid so..."

	"Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  I'm sorry, John!  I'm
so, so sorry!  I should never have asked you to make love to me!"

	"Well," John interjected, "I for one am sure glad you did."

	"You are?"  Mike was incredulous.

	"Yes.  I know it sounds crazy, but I wouldn't have missed this for
the world.  Think about it, kiddo!  Not only did I get to get to play a no
holds barred game of bed-sheet-blanket-bingo with the best friend I've ever
had, but I also got to make love to one of, if not the most beautiful woman
in the whole wide world."

	"You're serious about that, aren't you?"

	Without any hesitation whatsoever, John replied, "Of course I am.
Truth is, Mikey, there's a big part of me that kind of wishes that you'd
stay just like you are now."

	"Yeah..." Mike playfully countered.  "And I bet I can guess just
which part of you feels that way.  Oh!  And before forget, I just want to
tell you that I take back every derogatory remark I've ever made about that
ugly, gnarled-up, pint-sized pecker of yours."

	"Oh!  So what you're saying is, your change of sex has led to a
change of heart?"

	Coyly, Mike responded, "Yeah... or something like that...  In other
words, I don't think it's so little anymore."

	"So, I take it that you think I'm well hung?"

	"Hold on there, pal.  Let's not go getting all cocky about it."

	"Cocky!" John quipped.  "Now, that is an interesting choice of
words.  So, tell me, kiddo, now that you're on the receiving end of things,
do I detect a little bit of penis envy emanating from somewhere over there
on your side of the bed?"

	"Yeah!  You wish!  However," Mike continued thoughtfully, "after
this night is all said and done, and I'm back being a guy again, I have the
sneaky suspicion that I'm going to be saddled with a heavy handed dose of
vagina envy."

	"Seriously?"

	"I'm afraid so, pal."

	"It's that good?" John asked dubiously.

	"Yeah... you bet your ass it is, you know, if that is, you have the
right kind of guy making love to you."

	Seeking clarification, John inquired, "Are you saying that you
think that I'm the right kind of guy?"

	"Oh, yeah!  You're the right kind of guy, all right.  Now, I don't
want you to get a swelled head or anything when I tell you this, but the
truth is, John, as far as I'm concerned, as a lover you're pretty damn near
perfect.  At least I think you are.  I mean to tell you, pal, even though
I'm new at this girl-shit business, I can tell you one thing.  Any girl in
her right mind would be lucky to have you as her lover."

	"You really feel that way?"

	"You bet your ass I do.  Look, John, though I will probably never
admit to this again, you know, once this night is over, and I'm back to
being my old self again, I will always cherish being with you like this
tonight.  Truth is, now that I've had a taste of what being a woman is all
about, and sharing what the two of us have shared, I don't think I'll ever
feel the same way about making love as I did before all this happened.
Now, I'm not saying that I won't still enjoy it, because I will.  I'll
enjoy it a lot.  However, I don't think I'll enjoy it quite as much as I
once did.  In other words, John, what I'm so lamely trying to say is, I'm
going to miss being a girl.  I'm going miss all these nifty new erogenous
zones of mine.  I'm going to miss having a clit.  I'm going to miss being
multi-orgasmic.  I'm going to miss feeling sexy, and being sexy, and
dressing sexy, and all the other stuff that's involved with my being a
woman.  But, the more I think about it, the more I realize that the thing I
think I'm going to miss most about not being a woman is being with you, and
having you make love to me."

	"Yeah..." John, being as sincere as he could be, somewhat
reluctantly concurred.  "I kind of know what you mean, kiddo, because I
know that I'm sure going to miss the beautiful young lady that I happen to
be sharing a bed with at this very moment."

	"Really?"

	"Yes!  I'm really going to miss this..."

	"So am I, John.  So am I...  I just wish..."  Mike, upon the
realization that some things were better left unsaid, never finished what
she had been about to say.

	John, hoping against hope that Mike's response would dovetail with
his own heartfelt desires, aggressively prompted, "Wish!  Wish - what?"

	In an effort to sidestep the issue, Mike replied, "Oh, it was
nothing, just a stupid wish."

	"Stupid or not, I'd still like to hear it."

	"Oh, no you wouldn't."

	"And, why wouldn't I?"

	"Because..."

	"Because, isn't going to cut it.  So, come on, kiddo, out with it!"

	"No!"  Mike was emphatic.

	"Tell, or I tickle you until you do," John said as he reached
across Mike's ever so shapely body, so as to place his hand on her side,
tactfully positioning it just below the lower extent of her ribcage.

	There was a hint of alarm in Mike's pleading intonations.  "You
wouldn't!"

	"You want to make a bet?" John scoffed, as he began to tickle his
beautiful bedmate.

	"John!" Mike desperately pleaded.  "Please!  Oh, please!  Stop it!
Stop tickling me!"

	"Are you going to tell me what you were wishing for?"

	"No!" a squirming Mike managed to squeal.

	"Well, if you're not going to tell me, then I'm not going to stop,"
John said as he brought his other hand into the fray.

	Unable to take any more, Mike gasped, "Okay!  Okay!  You win!  Stop
and I'll tell ya!"

	"Promise?"

	"Yes!  Yes, I promise!  Just let me catch my breath first, okay?"

	"Sure thing, kiddo," John replied with a knowing chuckle.

	"You know something, John?  You are a real shithead sometimes."

	"Yeah... I guess I am at that, aren't I?"

	"Yeah!  You bet your ass you are!"

	"But, then again, it's like they say, Mikey.  It takes one to know
one.  Okay!  I've given you enough time to recoup.  So, come on!  I want to
hear this wish of yours."

	"All right, Mike resignedly grumbled, "but, you need to cut me some
slack here.  Remember, I already said it was a really stupid, to be almost
idiotic wish.  So, before I tell you what it was, I want you to promise me
that you won't hold it against me.  That's to say that I want you to
promise me that you won't bring it up again after tonight.  Okay?
Otherwise, I not saying another damn thing about it."

	"Okay, kiddo, if a promise will ease your mind, then I promise that
I'll never bring it up again.  In other words, Mikey, whatever it is it
will remain our little secret.  All right?  Does that satisfy you?"

	"No.  But, I guess it'll have to do."

	"Okay!  Fess up!  Let me hear this really stupid wish of yours."

	Sheepishly, and sounding very much like a little girl who had been
caught in the act of doing something that she wasn't supposed to be doing,
Mike began.  "Do you remember when we were talking about what the two of us
have done tonight, and how we were both going to miss it?"

	"Yeah... so?"

	"Well, I guess that got me to thinking about what it might be like
were I to remain as I am right now."

	Seeking clarification, John tenderly interjected, "You mean, as a
woman?"

	"Yes!" Mike, uncomfortable with the admission she had just made,
harshly snapped.  "I got to fantasizing about how it would be to live out
the rest of my life as a woman, and that's basically what that wish of mine
was about."

	"Okay!" John, in an effort to get to the crux of the matter,
prompted.  "That sounds reasonable, but I take it that there's more to it
than that, isn't there?"

	Reluctantly, Mike found herself forced into a position where she
could do nothing but concur, "Yes...  You're right.  There's more to it
than that."

	"My guess is that part of your wish has something to do with me."

	"Yes... I'm afraid it does."

	In an effort to relieve the tension that was becoming almost manic,
John lightheartedly replied, "So, what's the big deal here?"

	With alarm ringing in her voice, Mike reflexively rounded on her
friend, "The big deal here is that I wished that I could stay a woman so
the two of us could continue being lovers!"

	"So, what's the big deal about that?"

	"I'm a guy, for cripesake!"

	"Look, kiddo, I don't mean to be argumentative here, but I've got
to tell you, you're anything but a guy.  I mean, have you taken a really
good look at yourself here lately?  May I remind you, Mikey?  Guys have
outties.  Girls have innies.  And thanks to Magatrix, you, my dear, have
one of the nicest innies I've ever had the occasion to dicker around with."
John smirked as he emphasized the point he was endeavoring to make by
inserting his right hand in between the lovely legs of his bedmate, and
ever so slowly, began to draw his middle finger forward, so that it
tenderly caressed the outermost lip-folds of his buddy's magically
constructed hidey-hole.

	"Look, Mikey, if you're worried about that wish of yours, don't.
Just so you know, I've been kind of wishing the same sort of thing myself."

	Incredulously, Mike managed, "You have?"

	"Oh, yeah...  But, then again, I guess it's like they say, great
minds tend to think alike."

	Unsure as to how she really felt about her friend's latest
revelation, a very bemused Mike timidly sought clarification.  "You mean to
tell me that you really want me to remain a woman?"

	"Yes.  But, only if you want to, too," John replied as he deftly
inserted his middle finger into the satin slick innards of his friend's
nifty new crevasse crease.

	"That depends," Mike replied dreamily.

	"On what?"

	"On whether or not you think you could ever love me enough to one
day make an honest woman out of me."

	"Oh, well in that case, I suggest that you and I go have a little
heart to heart talk with that good looking magic lady of yours, because I
do believe that I'm more than halfway in love with you already."  John
began to expertly tweak the living shit out of Mike's clit.

	Spreading her legs so as to allow John's hand more room to maneuver
around in, Mike playfully quipped, "John, you're not really serious about
any of this, are you?  I mean, you are just teasing me about this business
of your falling in love with me, right?"

	"Don't think so," John impishly replied, as he began to lower his
mouth toward his friend's ample left breast, and the tantalizing tit that
surmounted it.

	Gasping, Mike faintly managed, "Please, John, tell me that you're
not falling in love with me!"

	"Okay!  I could tell you that.  However, if I did, you ought to
know that I'd be lying my ass off."

	"John!" Mike moaned.  "We really need to talk about this!"

	"Sure...  We could do that.  Or, we could make love again.  Now, I
don't know how you feel about it, Mikey, but given the fact that you've
only got till sunrise to make the most of this fantastic new body of yours,
were I you, I think I would rather make love than engage in a conversation.
However, if you really want to talk, then I guess we'll talk.  It's your
call, kiddo.  Just let me know what you want to do."

	Mike, who was becoming more aroused with ever flick of her friend's
finger, helplessly whimpered, then she managed to vehemently exclaim, "You
really are a shit, aren't you?"

	Lifting his lips from off of her tit, John playfully responded,
"Now, why in the world would you say something as nasty as that about me?"

	"Because!" Mike stammered as a series of sexual shivers coursed and
cavorted all throughout that sensually attuned body of hers.  "Because, you
aren't playing fair!  You've got me at a distinct disadvantage here!"

	"I do?"

	"Yes!  Damn it!  You do, and you know you do!"

	"How so?"

	"Well, for starters, you're bigger, you're stronger, and you know
fully well that you're driving me wild, doing what you're doing to me!"

	"So, you're saying that you want me to stop?"

	"No!" Mike emphatically implored.  "Please, John, don't stop!
Don't ever stop!"

	"Oh!" John teased.  "So, I take it that you want me to make love to
you?"

	"Yes!  Oh, yes!  Please, John!  I want you to make love to me
again!"

	"Are you sure?  I mean, if you really think we need to talk, I'd be
happy to oblige..."

	"John!" Mike irrationally bellowed.  "Would you please just shut
the fuck up and do me!"

	"My, my... such foul language from such a pretty lady..."

	"John!" Mike tersely demanded.

	"Okay!  Okay!  I guess the time for humor is at an end.  So, my
pretty, prepare yourself to be ravaged, up one side and down the other."

	Then, before Mike had the chance to utter a single syllable in the
way of a rebuttal, John kissed her smack, dab on the lips.


*****


	Mike didn't think there was any way that John could improve on his
prior performances.  But, improve he did.

	Within mere moments, Mike was once again raving under his buddy's
deft handed ministrations.  The varied and massive amounts of pleasure she
was deriving were as glorious as they were excruciating.  As before, John
seemed to anticipate her needs, so to be in the most advantageous position
to exploit her wants.  Employing variations of the seemingly unlimited
amount of foreplay techniques that he had at his disposal, John continually
kept Mike off balance as he moved from one of those new and nifty erogenous
zones of hers to another, in an ever changing, ever expanding kaleidoscope
of erotic wonderment.

	"Oh, my God!" Mike esthetically clamored as the tip of his buddy's
tongue gently graced the elusive nub of her clitoral protrusion.  "You have
absolutely no idea - Eeeek! - how - Ooooo - wonderful that feels!"

	Over and over and over again, John took Mike to very brink of
orgasmic splendor, only to back her off by the slightest of margins just
prior to the moment of blessed relief, thereby heightening her level of
anticipation by exponentially upping the ante.

	Mike held no illusions.  Much as Magatrix had turned him from a guy
into gal, his buddy's sexual mastery had induced a progressive change that
caused her to go from hussy to hooker, from hooker to whore, to harlot.

	"John!" Mike wantonly demanded.  "Please!  I need you in me now!"

	Quickly, having heard the urgency clearly conveyed in his buddy's
desperate plea, John shifted position, and deftly inserted the swollen
shaft of his manhood into the welcoming sanctuary of Mike's most ardent
needs.

	"Mikey..." John tenderly intoned as their bodies conjointly began
the rhythmic dance of the rutting ritual.  "I just want you to know that I
love you."

	Though Mike heard John's words, she was far too preoccupied to even
begin to comprehend them.  However, though all her conscious thoughts were
focused on the immediacy of the action she was so ardently and aggressively
engaged in, her subconscious dutifully stored the incoming data for later
retrieval and review.

	As desirable as simultaneous orgasms may well be, they are elusive
at best, and so, rarely achieved.  Timing, especially by the male
participant, must be impeccable, and therein lies the problem.  In order to
time an orgasm's event horizon, one must not only pace oneself, but one
must also be intuitive enough to be keenly aware of their partner's
physical parameters, which is generally acquired over an extended period of
time, via the extensive data collected during prior conjugal performances.

	Then, there is the libido to consider.  Persnickety at best, the
libido possesses one of the greatest roadblocks to the achieving the
elusive and high touted simultaneous orgasm.  Far too often, libidos as the
free spirited beasties that they tend to be, seem to manifest minds of
their own.  To make matters worse, when it comes to achieving a
simultaneous orgasm, there is not one libido involved, but two stand-alone
asynchronous simplex units, processing not only their own independent data
inputs, but processing data garnished from physical receptors that have no
collation with one another.

	In other words, the achievement of a simultaneous orgasm is akin to
a deaf-mute taking a shot in the dark at best, and trying to hit a moving
target.

	To their own amazement and delight, Mike and John managed to once
again come within several milliseconds of one another.  All it took for
John to come on that second occasion was the slightest pressure applied to
his penis via the contracting walls of Mike's vagina.  And that had been
triggered by the leading edge of the first of many orgasmic spasms that
deliriously gushed through that erotically attuned body of Mike's.


*****


	Save for one brief verbal exchange that was basically a
lighthearted chastisement, by unspoken accord the two of them lay silent,
with each one lost in the blissful, multifaceted recollection of the
elusive and indefinable Nirvana of post-orgasmic wonderment.

	It was John who inadvertently triggered what little dialogue there
was.

	Shortly after both had climaxed, John, though he was somewhat
reluctant to do so, began to withdraw.  Mike, wishing to savor every nuance
of the experience of having his friend's manhood nestled so snugly up
inside the tabernacle of her womanhood, was fervently averse to his buddy's
leave-taking.  No sooner had John shifted position as a precursor to
initiating the withdrawal of his manly member, Mike responded with a
frantic, knee-jerk reaction to forestall his friend from completing the
maneuver.  Using both of those effeminate hands of hers, Mike reached out
and up and in so doing, drove those deliciously long and wickedly tapered
nails of hers into her buddy's buttocks, causing John to wince with pain.

	"John!" she tenderly implored.  "Please!  I want to feel you in me
for as long as I can.  All right?"

	"Sure, kiddo.  Anything you want.  Tonight, your wish is my
command..."