Double Take
by Sol Oliver aka solovn

"...ah...ah...OH!...YES!...YES!...YES!..."

Morning sex was a favorite of Dale and Valerie, who particularly enjoyed it on Saturdays. Valerie had woken her beau up at 6AM to start the festivities, which was earlier than he liked, but once he was able to shake the cotton candy haze from his head, he participated with great enthusiasm.

"..come on, Valerie!...ungh!..."

Dale was thrusting into his woman sideways, holding one of her legs up to improve his access. He knew that Valerie was close to the breaking point, and finished her off by rolling her onto her back to bring his full weight and length to bear on top of and into her.

"AH! AH! AAAaaahhhhhh....."

As the man sensed his woman's completion, he let himself go, and he felt himself flow into her. Extracting himself from her panting body, he rolled off of Valerie and lay next to her, and together they slept for a few lazy minutes. But Valerie's body clock always forced her out of bed early, and she woke up and leaned over her boyfriend.

"Good morning," she said to the still-dozing Dale. 

"...hmmm.mmmm..good morning," replied Dale sleepily, glancing at the clock radio. "Geez, it's only 6:30AM."

"But I'm awake," said Valerie, nuzzling up to him. 

"Just a little more sleep?" asked Dale, who'd been putting in a lot of extra hours at work. "You know I don't operate well without enough sleep."

"You seemed to work just fine about ten minutes ago," replied Valerie. 

"I guess my body still believes it needs to reproduce," said Dale. There was a slight pout in his voice that Valerie picked up on, and she sighed.

"I thought we were through talking about that," she said, running her hand through his hair. "If you're willing to stay home to take care of our baby, then it could work." Dale went silent and his body froze. "Look, it's just reality. We both agreed that we don't want some stranger raising our kids for us, and we just can't afford to live on your salary alone."

Dale knew she was right, but it was still hard for him to accept. When they'd first met, he was sitting pretty working IT at a large company, and Valerie was a recent college graduate who still didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. Four years later they moved in together, just as the tech bubble was bursting. Fortunately for them both, Valerie landed a sweet job as a consultant shortly after Dale had been downsized. It didn't take him very long to find another job, but it wasn't nearly as challenging -- and paid less than half  of his old job's salary. 

Valerie didn't care. She didn't fall in love or move in with Dale because of his paycheck. All the way up through college, Valerie never expected much from herself, letting her life revolve around whoever she was going out with at the time. But it was Dale who saw straight through her pretty-girl self-delusions, recognizing her real talents and intelligence -- and he didn't let her ignore them. Dale helped her believe that she could go to business school like she'd sometimes imagined, and convinced her to apply. He knew full well that he risked losing her, especially when Valerie was accepted to her first school choice, which happened to be two thousand miles away.

It hadn't been easy, but they managed to stay close. It helped that Dale was making enough to be able to fly out to visit her every few weeks. It was usually just for a Saturday night stay, but what they lacked in time together they more than made up for in intensity when they were together. An intensity that they felt still. They'd talked about marriage, but had decided it didn't make sense unless they were having children, which they both wanted at some time in their lives. And though Valerie couldn't understand why Dale was being so stubborn about wanting to cling to an unfulfilling job that made him miserable, she knew she couldn't force him. He'd come around eventually, she was sure, and if he didn't, Valerie wouldn't feel like her life would be incomplete without offspring.

Dale thought about what his life might be like, staying home with a baby. God, how his old friends would laugh at him! But why did he care about what *they* thought? What was the last time he even spoke to any of them? 

It was Valerie he loved. She'd brought life and light into his life at a time when he'd given up on finding a partner who would appreciate him for who he was. When he met her, it was two years after he'd broken off his engagement to a pretty but materialistic girl that he'd dated since college. It was only when his fiancée had yelled at him for buying a Honda instead of a Mercedes that he realized where his life was heading.

After they parted ways, he threw himself into his work, and it was only a chance encounter at a dry cleaning store that brought Valerie into his life. They'd each been given the other's clothes by accident, and as they sorted out the error, they could both feel the energy coursing between them. Dale found her refreshing and energetic, but beneath it all she seemed a little bit sad. Over coffee they swapped life stories, and it was there that Dale decided that this was an extraordinary person who'd always let herself be held back. And though his brain kept telling him that she was out of his league, when his mouth asked if she'd go to dinner with him, she said yes. They grew close very quickly, and now she lay next to him; the girl that just needed some light to grow by, fully in bloom. Dale smiled. He might not be ready yet to be Mr. Mom, but it didn't change how he felt about Valerie.

"I'm sorry. You're right," said Dale, smiling at his woman and stroking her cheek with his hand. "Just let me sleep for another hour or so, and I promise when I wake up I'll be in a much better frame of mind."

"You'd better be," replied Valerie, only half-kidding as she slid out of bed and wrapped a terrycloth robe around her naked figure. "Tell you what; while you're getting your beauty rest, I'll slip over to the farmer's market for some of that fresh bacon like we had last week."

"Sounds good!" said Dale enthusiastically. "And I'll have some pork ready for you, too, when you get back."

"Mmmmm," said Valerie as she put on some sweats. "Do I have to share?"

"Only if there's two of you," said Dale. 

"If there were, you'd never get any rest," said Valerie, gathering up her purse and heading out the bedroom door. "We'd find lots of fun things to do with you." 

"I don't think I'd complain," said Dale as he watched her go. For a moment he thought about running her down and making love to her in the living room. But before he even completed the thought, he'd drifted back to sleep.

Strange dreams played in Dale's head as they often did in the morning. From the ceiling he was watching himself fuck his girlfriend, their bodies tumbling wildly around the bed. Then he noticed that their were three bodies in the bed, and zooming in he could see that two of them looked like Valerie. The three figures moved in a sinful ballet, coupling and re-coupling in a dizzying array of positions. But the scene was out of focus, as if he was always watching from the corner of his eye. Now something came sharply into focus. Close up, Dale saw a penis sliding neatly in and out of a well-lubricated woman's entry. The shaft was a thick one, and the strokes were long.

"..Ah! Ah! OH!..." cried Valerie's voice as the cock drove into her.

"...ungh!...ungh!...ungh!.." grunted another voice. To Dale's surprise, the voice did not sound like his own.

"..AH!...AH!...coming...AH!..."

"...that's it, girl!..." said the voice, which was immediately familiar. It was the same voice as the one on the receiving end. Now the view pulled back, and Dale saw that Valeries cunt-probing was being administered by none other than Valerie herself. "...hold on now...UNGH! UNGH!..."

Dale sat up in bed, sweating and tingling. The room was still, and looking at the clock he saw that he'd only been asleep for 45 minutes. So as he rolled over to claim the rest of his sleep, he was surprised to find Valerie asleep next to him -- it usually took her an hour to return from the farmer's market.

"No bacon today, I guess," he said quietly. Feeling pressure from his bladder, Dale got up to relieve himself, looking down on his girlfriend before stepping to the bathroom. Her shapely breasts were barely hidden by the covers, which only hinted at the rest of the body that had excited him since he'd met her. Asleep, her face was angelic to him, with wisps of dark hair framing her beauty. Unable to resist her entirely, he came back to the bed, leaned down, and planted a light kiss on her pillow-puff lips. 

"Mmmm..." she moaned lightly, no doubt incorporating the sensation into her own dreams. Unable to ignore his bladder any longer, Dale made his trip to the bathroom. As he finished pissing, still thinking about Valerie, he realized he was now completely awake, and slightly aroused. 

"Let's go tuck you in," he said to his dick as he shook away the last driblets of pee. But as he turned to go back to the bedroom, he was shocked by a shriek of surprise.

"AH!" squeaked Valerie from the bed. "Oh...my...God!"

"What's wrong?!" yelled Dale as he burst into the bedroom. To his relief, his girlfriend didn't appear to be in any obvious trouble. She was sitting up in bed, holding up the sheets and looking down at her crotch. 

"Oh...my...God..." she repeated, staring down with amazement. 

"What is it? Are you okay?" asked Dale, confused. Finally Valerie took notice of him, looking up at him with a scared look on her face. "Let me take a look..."

"NO!" shouted Valerie as Dale reached for the covers. She gathered the sheets to her chest, arms crossed. 

"Are you bleeding? Did I hurt you?" asked Dale, becoming scared again.

"Noooo...."

"Then what is it? Let me look."

Valerie was had calmed down, which put Dale at ease. The sharp fear in her eyes had been replaced by a more subtle look of sad concern. 

"Promise that you love me, no matter what," insisted Valerie, clenching the linen sheet tighter. It was a strange question to Dale's ears. They were as deeply in love two people could be, and they told it to each other often. But something in her tone of voice made the question ominous.

"Of course I love you, and there's nothing that can change that," said Dale, leaning over to kiss her again on the lips. Valerie returned the kiss, strongly, and then quickly pulled her head away. 

"Ohhhh, shit!" she said, looking down under the covers again. Before Dale could speak a word to her about her reaction, another voice joined the conversation.

"Oh...my...God!" it said, a perfect replication of the words spoken by Valerie just moments before. Dale and Valerie looked to the bedroom door.

"Holy shit!" said Dale, jaw dropping.

"Oh my God!" said Valerie once more. Standing in the doorway was what looked like another Valerie, dressed in sweats just as Dale remembered from earlier. All three of them just stared with their mouths wide open, their minds trying to grasp the situation. Then both of the Valeries spoke at once.

"Who are you?" they said in exactly the same way. Their faces wore identical expressions of confusion, and finally they responded to each other.

"I'm Valerie..." they both said. Dale looked from one to the other, and sure enough, they appeared to be exactly alike, down to the small mole on the left side of their necks. 

"Okay, this is too weird," said Dale, not sure what to believe. "Let's go one at a time, starting with...uh...Valerie-by-the-door. Where did you come from?"

"I went to get our breakfast, just like I told you earlier," said the woman, holding up a brown paper bag. "And now I come home and....and...."

"I just woke up," interjected Valerie-on-the-bed. "We fell asleep after fucking, and when I woke up, uh...well, uh....." There seemed to be something she wanted to say, but she quickly changed direction and turned to her apparent twin. "If you're really me, tell me what your favorite toy was when you were little."

"My brother's Tonka dump truck," replied the standing woman without pausing. "And if you're me, where did you used to go when you didn't want anyone to find you?"

"I'd hide in the old washing machine in the Newman's back yard."

The Valeries began firing questions back and forth, each one answered as rapidly as it was asked. Soon it sounded to Dale like two sorority sisters who hadn't seen each other in years, remembering all of the old times. 

"...and that time that Billy Jorgenson tried to put it..."

"...in my ass!..."

"...and I told him I'd let him, but only if..."

"...I could have his jacket!"

"Yes!"

The standing Valerie had crawled onto the bed as the conversation had gone on, and they'd been clutching at each other's hands and laughing as each memory was recalled. After the last story about the back door and outerwear, however, they both suddenly remembered that their boyfriend was right next to them. Valerie-from-the-doorway pet his head gently as Valerie-upon-the-bed stroked his shoulders.

"Oops!" said doorway Valerie. 

"I never told you about that, did I?" completed bed Valerie. Dale didn't care about the story; he knew enough about her past not to be surprised, and certainly knew that she occasionally enjoyed anal sex. But watching two versions of his girlfriend chatting it up had given his penis a lot to think about.

"All I want to know is: which one of you wants it first?" he said, sitting up to display his engorged tool. Door-Valerie immediately moved to him and wrapped a hand around his cock, kissing him on the neck. But to both her and Dale's surprise, until-recently-asleep-Valerie was frozen in place. Went-to-fetch-the-bacon Valerie paused.

"If you were me, you never would have let another woman get to her rightful cock first without a fight," said door-Valerie, looking at her twin suspiciously.

"I know," she said, once again looking under the sheets. "But something's...happened." Bed-Valerie sat up against the headboard, knees up and arms at her side. "Go ahead. Look for yourselves."

Together, Dale and door-Valerie pulled back the floral sheet, and together they gasped. 

"You have a penis!" said door-Valerie. To her surprise, her first reaction was jealousy -- she'd always wondered what it would be like! Extending from the crotch that looked just like hers was a plump, smooth cock. Two testicles loafed under its base, and she checked herself from reaching out to grab the entire package.

"Woah!" said Dale, turning away from the sight of bed-Valerie's cock. "At least I don't have to figure out how to tell the two of you apart." 

"That's not funny," said bed-Valerie as she pulled the covers up again. "What am I going to do? I can't go through life with a penis!" As soon as she'd said the words, however, part of her mind began imagining it.

"Well, until we figure all of this out, you'll have to deal," said door-Valerie, leaning forward to stroke her double's hair. Their eyes met, and a chill went down her spine. It was like looking into a living mirror, and it seemed like she could read the other's mind. She knew her twin was very scared. Not so much because she'd had an unexpected growth, but because she feared that it would distance her from the man she loved. She was also worried that the unaltered version of herself would push her aside, and that she'd be left out in the cold, living like some kind of freak. 

"He promised he'd still love me," said the newly-endowed Valerie, tears welling up in her eyes. 

"He does, and still will. We'll all get through this together," replied the other Valerie. "Something tells me we have to." Another deep chill had just shot through her. Both of them had felt it, and then they both realized that they couldn't go by the same name. "What do you think?" said the original-equipment Valerie.

"What are you two whispering about?" asked Dale, who still wasn't sure just how he felt about recent developments. He was getting used to the idea of having two copies of his girlfriend, but the added genitalia hadn't sunk in yet.

"From now on," started the cunt-carrying Valerie, "I'll just go by..."

"...Val, of course." completed her extra-equiment self. "And I'll go by Mallory!" Dale sometimes called her Valerie-Mallory, or just Mallory, especially when he was in a playful mood.

"Okay, let me get this straight," said Dale, looking at his girlfriends. "I'll call the unaltered Valerie 'Val', while the one with the..um..extra part...will go by 'Mallory'."

"Right!" said Val and Mallory. They were both pleased that he seemed to be adjusting quickly to the situation. He was always so understanding! Both of them fixed their eyes on Dale, sexual appetite awakening. For the vaginally-endowed Val it was business as usual, and she quickly plotted a course in her head that would land herself on top of him.

For the meat-equipped Mallory, however, it opened up a world of confusion. Where normally she'd feel an itching, she could actually feel a piece of her body swelling up down there. Before her, Val was shedding her sweats and crawling forward towards Dale, whose own cock was rising up. Mallory looked from one body to the other, getting harder with each glance. There was Dale and his familiar body, prick at attention and ready to please. Except that she, Mallory, no longer had a vagina, and it was her other self, Val, who was going in to claim him. And as she watched the woman slink forward, she recognized the beauty of her own body. She had often admired herself in the mirror, but never with the kind of lust that was building up in her crotch. Val reached Dale, and the two began to kiss and grope. Hands caressed and probed, rubbed and teased. Mallory felt an urge to join them, but wasn't sure just how. Now she knew how Dale must have felt when she wasn't around. Mallory brought a hand down to her cock and felt along its length as she watched her double crawl on top of Dale. As Val aligned herself for impalement, Mallory instinctively closed her hand around her cock, and as her twin slid down Dale's tool, she began to stroke.

"Ohhhhhhh...." she moaned, feeling a rush of power course through her new organ. It itched all over, and the only thing that seemed to provide any relief was to rub along its length. The sensations were so *concentrated*, right there in her crotch!

Val was caught up in the fuck, rolling her hips to best stimulate herself. She usually led their lovemaking, and the kinkiness of knowing that her own self was right there spurred her on even more. 

And her own self was enjoying it, too, if less directly. "Oh, yeah...FUCK her!" hissed Mallory as she watched the couple hump. Val had yielded to Dale, letting him transform his animal aggressions into pleasure for her. 

"AH! AH! AH!" yelped Val as Dale drove deep. Dale felt even more motivation than usual. There were *two* penises in the room, and even though one of them belonged to a carbon copy of his girlfriend, he felt like he needed to put in a little extra effort. 

"Yes! Fuck her! OH! OOOH! AAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhh!" cried Mallory, who shook all over as the power of her first male orgasm racked her senses. A hot white stream flew across the bed, splatting across Dale's back just as he released his own load into Val.

"AAhhhhhhh!...." he moaned as Val screamed and clenched up below him. All three of them lay panting on the bed, drifting in a post-climax haze. Dale looked over at Mallory, who was just regaining her proper senses. He watched her as she rubbed a wad of her own ejaculate between her fingers, and then exploring her softening organ with her hands. Mallory was amazed at what she had done. It seemed impossible to her, that she could actually jerk off! She wanted to feel it again, but all sensation had faded quickly.

"She's bigger than you," noted Val objectively. 

"Yeah, she is, isn't she," said Dale, dryly. To his own surprise, he didn't immediately feel intimidated. It was still his girlfriend, and he and Val both crawled up the bed to her. Now the three lay together, Dale in the middle. 

"If I were her, which I am," whispered Val into Dale's ear, "I'd be feeling very insecure right now."

Sure enough, when Dale turned his head to Mallory, she looked away. Val prodded him in the back, and Dale cuddled up next to her, putting out of his mind the fact that she had just jizzed on his back. He began massaging her shoulders, but she wasn't responding.

Truth was Mallory was scared to death. After waking up from a solid night's sleep to discover she'd grown a dick, she was immediately confronted by a duplicate of herself, sans cunt-stuffer. What had really caught her off guard, though, was the way Dale's touch affected her now. Whereas before she'd sense her own wetness and heat as symptoms of her mounting lust, eager for quenching, she now felt herself becoming a mountain, solid and immovable. As Dale's hands gently caressed her midriff, she wanted to shout out 'get on with it already!' and make him move on to the one part of her body that seemed to matter most at the moment. But could he accept her this way? 

Dale noticed that his woman wasn't responding to his touch the way she normally would. Instead of savoring each squeeze, she seemed to wade through them, wriggling her body in a way that suggested he move his hands down her body to...

"...my god! That thing is huge!" thought Dale as he noticed Mallory's cock rise to full height. "Does she really want me to touch it? Would she still respect me? Why wouldn't she? It's hers, isn't it? Well, here goes..."

"Rrrrrrrr..." growled Mallory as Dale's hand closed around her pulsing meat. Now she fully understood why it always lit him on fire. "Rub it, dammit!"

Dale was surprised by the ferocity of his equipped girlfriend's demand. In fact, so was she, and she actually shrunk back a little in embarrassment. On the other side of Dale, Mallory was getting turned on by the scene, and began fingering herself as she watched her boyfriend sheepishly jerk off her duplicate. 

"Why, Dale, you're a natural!" teased Val. Dale took his hand away from Mallory's cock and laid back in bed.

"Hey!" shouted Mallory, sitting up. "Why'd you stop?"

"I dunno," said Dale, also sitting up. "I'm just not...used to this." Mallory's large prick bobbed before him, looking out of place to him under her grade-A tits.

"Do you think *I'm* used to this?" asked Mallory, cupping her testicles. "We have to make this work together, you know. I'm you're fucking girlfriend, dammit!"

"Val," said Dale to the girl on his other side. "Do you think you could, uh...will you..."

"Absolutely not," said Val, pulling her hand away from her vagina. "Not yet, at least. You didn't have any problem fucking me, did you?"

"No, but---"

"But nothing! She needs your attention, and if this is going to work you're just going to have to please us both."

"Yeah!" chimed in Mallory, hands on hips and a wily glint in her eye. Now *this* was the girl that Dale knew and loved! Her confidence was back, and normally in a situation like this...

"OOF!" went Dale as Mallory tackled him to the bed. She began attacking him with kisses, smothering his face, chest and neck. It was usually a prelude to her taking control of their copulation, just as Val had done a little earlier. Dale suddenly became aware of the throbbing growth that was pressed against his body, and what it might mean if they continued on their present course. Mallory may have been running on past instinct when she jumped him, but it wouldn't take much longer for her to figure out that she couldn't get satisfaction the old way. Dale grabbed Mallory's wrists and rolled their bodies together so that he was on top of her.

"Hey!" shouted Mallory, struggling up against Dale, who was larger and stronger. They'd often wrestled like this, and he always let her win in the end, but the stakes were different tonight. 

"Pretty big cock you have there," noted Dale as he looked down at his girlfriend's penis. "It sort of aches, doesn't it?"

"You asshole!" shouted Mallory, instinctively thrusting her hips upward to try to bring relief to her tool. Dale maneuvered so that her pork rod swung up and down into empty air, making sure not to let go of her arms.

"I don't think you're ready to use it yet," noted Dale. "If I as much as squeezed it, you'd spurt a gusher!" 

"Just do it, dammit!" spat Mallory, whose mind and body were being bombarded by sensations. Dale wasn't sure just what to do, and was a little frightened by the hunger and lust in Mallory's eyes. Her face still held all of its feminine beauty, but the look in her eyes was much more animal.

Val knew just what to do. Although she only had her original equipment, it wasn't hard for her to imagine what her twin self was feeling. She was actually a bit jealous, but had an idea about how everyone might get something out of the situation. She crawled up next to Mallory.

"Mallory!" she called to the face that was like her own in every way. But when she turned her head, it was clear that the new sensations were affecting her. It took a moment for Mallory's head to clear, but she finally recognized that it was her body-mind double who was addressing her. "Relax for a moment, okay?"

Mallory stopped struggling against Dale and lay back on the bed. Val sat up and pulled the visibly shaken man off of the well-hung version of herself. 

"Can I talk to her alone for just a sec?" said Val as she guided Dale off of the bed. 

"Sure, yeah," said Dale, letting her lead him over near the bedroom door.

"Stay right there, okay?" said Val as she headed back to the bed. There was a bounce in her step, and watching her well-rounded ass walking away from him kept Dale's prick diamond-hard. Val crawled onto the bed and up to Mallory, and for a moment he thought they would start going at it.

The thought did occur to both of them at that moment, but they both knew it wasn't the time. Mallory's whole body stayed stiff as Val slid up next to her. How could her own tits be having this kind of effect on her? Her twin's voice whispered low...

"I have an idea," said Val, absently stroking Mallory's thigh. "And if you can clear your head, I'm sure you'll know what I'm thinking." 

"It's a bit difficult with you touching me like that," said Mallory.

"Oh, sorry," said Val, withdrawing her hand. She was enjoying making herself squirm, but needed to take care of business. "Now think."

Mallory sat back and closed her eyes. Okay, now. I want to stay with Dale, but I have this penis, which seems to have a way of controlling my whole body. My twin wants to stay with Dale, too, and I just *know* the three of us can make it work if Dale will accept it. And *god* she's sexy! Those tits, just like mine, so firm. And I know just what her pretty little cunt is like--Shit! I'm losing control again--okayokayokay. I can see why Dale would be a little scared. But he just needs to get used to me this way, sooooo....

"Okay, I'll do it," said Mallory to Val, who knew they had just shared the same idea. 

"I know you will," said Val. "Because you like it." They both grinned, remembering the last time they'd had Dale put it up their ass. Val's hand came back to Mallory's thigh, creeping towards her cock.

"Val! Stop it!" yelled Mallory playfully, swatting the hand away. She knew they were both horned up on the idea of exploring each other, but first things first. Val took her hand away and leaned in once more to whisper in her ear, and Mallory already had a good idea of what she'd say.

"If I were you," she whispered, "I'd want to put my new thing inside him." Mallory grinned -- the thought had occurred to her. "I'll help you with that, just not right now." Almost as an afterthought, Val gave her twin a tidy kiss on the lips, sending a strange shock through both of them. Val backed away as both of them fought off the urge to fuck each other silly. But a feeling just as strong told them that the time had not yet come. It would, but not yet. Mallory rolled herself over and assumed the doggie position. She could feel the weight of her male genitals swinging below her, and it made her hard.

"C'mon back, big boy," she said over her shoulder to Dale, who had no idea what had just transpired between the two versions of his woman.  Val made a gesture indicating to him that he should go ahead. He was still fully-sprung, and he admired Mallory's ass as he crawled onto the bed. From this view, she looked almost exactly as she always had. Of course, where he'd usually see the folds of her eager cunt, there was a very large twin sack dangling down. He'd only done her this way a few times, but he'd found it plenty enjoyable. He grabbed Mallory's hips and moved his tool to her entrance. 

"Hold on now!" said Val, appearing at the bed with a tube of lubricant. "You'll kill her!"

"Oh, sorry," said Dale, moving back to let Val spread the goo all along Mallory's crack. "I guess I'm a bit eager."

"Well, please take it slow," said Mallory, feeling the pressure of her man's cock head against her anus once again. 

"I will," said Dale as he pushed the head in.

"AAAH! AAH! OOH!" shouted Mallory, getting used to the penetration. It had been a long time, and it felt like a tennis ball being shoved into her. Dale's instincts were running high, and he slid himself into her a little faster than he knew was comfortable for Mallory. "AH! AAAAH! OOOH!" 

Dave savored her cries, happy to have her under his control. He didn't usually feel this way with her, but with that penis of hers, he just felt like he had to *prove* something. He slid almost all the way out of her, so that just his head was inside. He could feel her sphincter relax a little, and couldn't help wonder if she was still hard. No matter. He was in charge. 

"You may have a penis now," said Dale, slapping her ass, "but I'm still the man." Dale shuttled his full length straight into Mallory's ass.

"AAaahhhhh!" she cried, in pain at first. But as his tool began to slip in and back, she rediscovered the pleasure. Mallory was indeed still hard, but her enjoyment was coming from the sensation of her new prostate gland being massaged.

"Fuck her good, Dale!" shouted Val as her boyfriend humped away into her twin. She knew he couldn't keep his furious pace up for long, and that while Mallory was certainly enjoying herself, Dale probably wouldn't think to take care of the girl's new needs. Val came up and grabbed Dale's wrist.

"Hmmm?!" he said, slowing his pace a little.

"Give the girl a break," said Val, moving his hand around Mallory to her cock.

"Ohhhhh!" said Dale in realization. He closed his hand around his girlfriend's throbbing unit, which was sticky with sweat and other fluids. 

"OOH! OHHHH!" shouted Mallory, whose senses were overloading. Her ass was ablaze with tingling, pulsing pleasure, and now her new fleshy extension was alarmingly alive with sensations. "I--I can't hold it!"

"Okay!" shouted Dale, who couldn't hold on much longer himself. "I'm ready..."

Dale pushed all the way in and exploded into Mallory as he continued to stroke her penis. The extra friction was more than she could take. Mallory cried out, body convulsing as her second-ever load rocked out of her and onto the bed sheet below. Dale felt her organ pulsing, like water rushing through a hose, and knew that she'd climaxed. He collapsed on top of her, and she onto the bed. His hand was still around her penis,  which was sticky and deflating. 

As Dale began to come down from the rush, he began to feel ashamed of himself. He pulled his hand out from under Mallory and rolled away from her.

"Mmmm?" said Mallory, who had been enjoying the warmth of her man's body. Even if the sensations were different, she'd felt the same intimate connection with Dale that she always had. She *knew* he'd felt it, too. "What's the matter?"

But Dale couldn't bring himself to answer. He glanced the other way at Val, who had a little smile on her face. Was she laughing inside? Was it funny to her, watching him jerk off Mallory? 

Val's smile faded as she watched the expressions change on Dale's face. It seems that the encounter might have brought the two closer together for a moment, but now it was pushing them apart again. Mallory was starting to realize the same thing, and began to curl up into a fetal ball. Val crawled over the shrinking Dale to comfort her.

"Hey, hey!..." she said, closing herself around the woman. "It's just going to take a little more time."

Mallory felt comforted, but as she lay there she began feeling angry at Dale. She'd let him have his way with her, and this was her thanks? Left alone with a sore ass? She sat up and looked over at him. "You insecure little prick!" she said, hopping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Val tried to drag her back by her arm, but she pulled it away. 

"Shit, Dale!" said Val, giving the man a punch on the arm. "Why'd you hurt my feelings like that?"

"YOUR feelings?" said Dale. "She's the one who's bent out of shape, not you! And what about *my* feelings?"

Now Val also got up out of bed and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. "You're just going to have to learn to deal with your feelings," she said. Dale couldn't look her in the eye. "Because I may have two bodies now, but I just *know* that they're still part of the same person. I can't explain why. But if you want to be part of my life, you're going to have to adjust."

Dale didn't know what to think, and didn't have an answer. Val looked frustrated at his unresponsiveness, and with a fiery look in her eye she whipped herself around and strode towards the bathroom. "I'm going to go help myself clean up, and I want you to seriously think about things." The bathroom door closed, and Dale soon heard the sounds of running water, weeping, and the hushed and tender tones of consolation. He knew that he'd fucked up, but realized that right now there was nothing he should do.

Maybe it was all a weird dream, he thought, but at heart he knew it wasn't. If his girlfriend had somehow split apart, maybe she'd just as unexpectedly knit back together. No, he knew that wouldn't happen, either. This happened for some reason that he didn't yet understand. And as he rose from bed, he began to realize that if he didn't want to lose his woman forever, he would have to accept her however she was. 

And if he couldn't, how much had he really loved her to begin with?

The rest of the weekend had been chilly for Dale, but at least it was easy for him to tell the two Mallorys apart: the one with the vagina gave him disappointed looks, while the one with the tool kit scowled whenever he looked at her. Now that they were all dressed, he felt ashamed at himself for shutting the endowed Mallory out before. But every time he approached her to apologize, she'd turn away swiftly. 

Val knew that Mallory would come around, and let Dale know that he should just let her be for a while. Saturday night was especially awkward. While Dale and Mallory had been able to avoid each other most of the day, there was an unspoken understanding among them all that no one would be left out of the bed. Wordlessly, they all crawled under the sheets, Mallory in the middle.

None of them could get to sleep. Mallory couldn't stop thinking about using her new penis, imagining how tender it would be to make love to herself, and how great it would feel to take Dale. Especially after last night. But she knew that it wasn't time to enter herself yet, and though she was angry with Dale, she wasn't going to rape him even if Val would let her.

Dale, too, kept imagining different couplings. Part of him wanted to fuck Val in front of Mallory out of spite, but he knew that Val wouldn't allow it. But most of him wanted to make up with Mallory; at heart, she really was the same. But he knew what he'd have to do to extract forgiveness from her, and he couldn't stop thinking of it as a matter of pride not to be fucked that way by his girlfriend.

In the middle, Val could feel their sexual tension, added to her own. She, too, wanted to see herself taking Dale. It had to happen. More than that, however, she felt a strong desire to bond them all together, and knew that if they could, something magical would happen. But she knew that both of their feelings were delicate at the moment, and to favor either one at this point could be disastrous. 

An hour went by in conscious silence. Val had managed to fall asleep, but Dale and Mallory were far too frustrated to drift off. Normally if Dale was like this, he'd cuddle up to his woman, and she'd help him out. He decided it was worth a shot.

Seeing Dale move in on Val, Mallory did the same. Now the two of them had the woman sandwiched, and she awoke as she felt the two bodies and their hard organs pressing against her.

"Okay you two," she said, dreamily. "Lay back down."

Annoyed but realizing it had to be done, Val reached down and took hold of both of their penises. Stroking them to hardness, she gave them both as close to equal attention as she could. She knew that Dale would be determined to outlast Mallory, and that Mallory was still unused to the feeling of being stroked, so whenever it seemed like the woman was heading for climax, she'd slow her down and work more on Dale. 

Indeed, Dale realized what Val was doing, and fought hard not to ejaculate. But when she slipped her finger up his butt and squeezed his balls up at the same time, he knew he was finished. It worked every time.

"Ohhhh...." he moaned. Val moved her hand back onto his shaft to pump him dry. Even as she did, she finished off Mallory with a series of rapid strokes, a sweep of her balls, and a long, firm squeeze.

"Ahhhh..." sighed Mallory, feeling an increasingly familiar surge and fall. 

"Now get to sleep. Both of you," said Val, quickly drifting off herself. 

Oddly, the experience had made Dale feel closer to Mallory, and he imagined how content her face must now look. Mallory, too, was thinking about Dale. She'd been imagining that it was his hand that had brought her pleasure. At the same time, each of them put an arm over top of Val, their teddy bear. They flinched as their hands touched, but as they fell back into sleep, their fingers intertwined.

When Dale awoke, he was alone in bed. He could smell bacon and coffee, and hear what sounded like someone talking to themselves, except the voices overlapped now and then. Heading to the kitchen, both versions of his girlfriend looked up at him with identical pleasant smiles.

"Good morning!" they said cheerfully.

"'morning," said Dale, sleepily. One of them was in her usual seat, while the other was in his. Both wore robes. "Which one of you?...." he began.

"We're not telling..." said one of them.

"...because it shouldn't matter," said the other.

"Fine, fine," said Dale, sitting himself down at the place that had been set for him. All of their favorites were on the table, and he dug right in. As he stuffed his face, the Mallorys filled him in on their discussion. They'd decided that Val would go to the office the next day while Mallory would stay home. While the chance of Mallory's change being discovered at work was remote, and might not matter anyway, they'd decided it wasn't worth the risk. Val would also go on the overnight business trip on Tuesday for the same reasons. 

They'd also work out between them how Val would keep Mallory in the loop on the consulting projects, but most of the work was conducted by e-mail and other electronic means, anyway, so it wouldn't be difficult. Plus, Mallory was able to work from home a lot of the time -- just not this Monday, when there was an actual meeting. At the end of the week, they'd see how it was working, reassess, and make a more permanent plan.

"So, what if we want to go out to dinner or something?" asked Dale. His girlfriends smiled.

"We thought about that," said one. 

"We're willing to take turns," said the other. "At least until we figure out a way for all three of us to go out that we all find acceptable."

It seemed reasonable to Dale, though it didn't answer all his questions. But he knew that they'd have already thought through any problems he could imagine. "So what should we do today? Usually we'd go out." he asked. The women smiled at him.

"We'll make you a deal," said one. "We'll flip this coin..."

"...and heads you go out with me..."

"...and tails you take *me* somewhere."

It seemed pretty simple, but the way they were both smiling made him nervous. Dale figured it out quickly. Both he and Mallory were usually pretty tired during the week, and although they still sometimes made love mid-week, they always thought of Sunday evening as their last opportunity until the following weekend. So almost always when they returned from their Sunday day trip, they immediately headed for the bedroom, sometimes even skipping dinner and sleeping straight through until Monday morning. 

"This isn't just about hiking down by the lake, is it?" he said, looking from one to the other. They both smiled devilishly as they shook their heads. "So let me guess...I agree that I'll only go to bed afterwards with whichever one is chosen." Now they both nodded. "Well, what if I just don't choose?"

"Then you can go out alone..." said one.

"...and we'll find something to do around the house," completed the other. Part of both of their minds hoped that Dale would take this option, but knew he wouldn't. And though they eyed each other hungrily across the table, they knew the time wasn't right yet. Dale started to get hard, and cleared his throat.

"Won't one of you get jealous?"

"No," they answered in unison. 

"It's worth it to us..."

"...to show you that we really are the same. And besides..."

"...there's no reason we can't choose to fuck each other's pretty brains out later."

Under the kitchen table, two hard-ons rose. For a moment, Dale considered just letting go of his pride. He could take them both by the hand and just let the chips fall where they may, couldn't he? 

No. He remembered what it had felt like on Saturday morning after he'd finished fucking and jacking off Mallory. Humiliating. No, no, no...well...no. He'd take his chances with the coin toss.

"Okay. Flip the coin."

One of them showed Dale both sides of a quarter. Dale nodded, and up it went.

"Heads," said Dale, not that it mattered, since he didn't know which Mallory was which. The coin came down in front of the other's face, and she quickly snatched it and slapped it down onto the back of her wrist. They all looked at each other. Dale bit his lip. 

"Heads it is," said his girlfriend. His girlfriend at the other end of the table smiled graciously. "You two have fun."

"I'm sure we will," said the other. "We'll be thinking of you."

"I know you will," she said with a wink. "Why don't you help me with the dishes, Dale, while she gets dressed."

As they cleaned up breakfast, Dale tried to get a peek into his girlfriend's robe, but she was too quick for him. They finished their chore in silence, which made him think that this was Mallory-with-the-penis. It made sense, since she seemed to want to fuck him pretty badly. And when the other one returned, wearing baggy overalls but not looking very enthusiastic, either, it bolstered his theory. Of course, they'd probably already planned out how they'd behave in order to keep him guessing. 

It was Dale's turn to get dressed, and Mallory-in-the-robe came to the bedroom with him, so that he wouldn't think later that they'd switched on him. Dale thought about asking her some questions that might give him a clue, but he knew it was pointless. She was smarter than him and he knew it. 

Mallory-in-overalls was standing by the door when they came back out, keys in hand. "One more thing..." she started.

"...you can't touch her until you're back home..."

"...got it?"

Damn! They'd thought of everything. Now they'd be onto him if he were to "trip" and "accidentally" fall into her. "Yeah, I promise."

"Alright. Let's go."

They didn't talk much on their way out to the lake, which was their most frequent Sunday destination. Dale put it down to both of them thinking about the situation at large. Or maybe it was because it was up to *him* to start the dialogue.

"So...um...should I call you 'Val' or 'Mallory' -- I'm not trying to find out -- I just want to know what you're comfortable with."

"What do you *usually* call me?"

"I dunno. I guess I call you both, depending."

"Well, there you have it."

They both laughed. It felt good. Soon they were gabbing away like it was any other Sunday, and by the time they stopped to eat their picnic lunch by the lake, Dale had ceased to puzzle over which version of his girlfriend he was with. As they nibbled at cheese and crackers, Val chatted away about her latest project, with Dale interrupting her every once and a while to ask a question. When Mallory mentioned the upcoming business trip, however, Dale's mind saw an opportunity to solve the mystery.

"So, do you feel like you're prepared for the trip, or will you have to work late tomorrow?"

"Of course I'm ready--" began Val before stopping suddenly. She threw a heel of French bread at him, and it bounced off of his forehead. "You sneaky little shit!" she said teasingly. Dale started laughing.

"Gotcha!" he said triumphantly. Val looked a little flustered now. "I had a feeling I was with the *real* you."

"What do you mean by that?" said Val coldly. Dale immediately realized he'd fucked up again.

"Well...I just meant the *original* you....I MEAN...the one *without* a penis..."

"I know exactly what you meant," said Val, icicles hanging off of every word. "Do you really think the two of us are any different?"

The party was over. Dale hung his head. What was wrong with him? How could he have slipped up like that? As bad as he felt, he couldn't help but feel remorse that they probably weren't going to make love tonight.

"If you don't get it by now, I'm not sure you ever will," said Val, packing up their little picnic. She shot him a mean look before adding, "And don't worry...fucking when we get home is still part of the deal."

"Look, Val, I don't want--"

"Just BE QUIET."

Val hadn't yelled the words, but they hit him like a siren blast. All the way home they rode in silence, neither one bothering to turn on the radio. Dale followed her into the house, unsure of how it would play out with Mallory.

When they came through the front door, Mallory was nowhere to be found. But the second bedroom door was closed, so Dale figured she must be staying out of the way. There was a bottle of champagne on the kitchen table, a bow and card attached to its slender neck. Glad to have something to do, Dale picked it up and looked at the card. It read "Have fun, you two! xoxo - V"

"Hey, look at the card that--"

"Gimmie that," said Val, snatching the bottle from him and grabbing his hand. "Come on. Let's get this over with."

Dale let himself be yanked along to the bedroom, though he wasn't feeling especially horny. Val slammed the door behind them and opened the bubbly with a neat *pop!* After chugging almost half the bottle, she began to undo her overalls.

"Hold on, hold on," said Dale. Val stopped, but gave him a dirty look. "I swear I'm trying to accept her. Really."

"I don't care anymore," said Val. "After we're through here, I'll have to talk to her and then we'll decide what we're going to do."

"Well, hey, look...this could actually work out just fine," said Dale, hopefully. "Since there are *two* of you, Mallory can keep the consulting job, and we can all start a family together. I'll even stay home with you--"

"YOU ASSHOLE!"

The bedroom door burst open and in stepped Mallory, fuming. In front of him, Val downed the rest of the champagne. At the doorway, Mallory continued.

"You would send HER off to work, while the two of US spent our days together??" she said, shaking with rage. "You ASSHOLE!"

"Wait a second," said Dale, looking at the two Valories. "Do you mean to tell me that I've been hanging out all day with...with..."

The woman who up until this moment Dale believed was Val-with-female-organs let her overalls drop to the ground. She was wearing a pair of his own boxers, and now she reached down to their center, reached inside, and pulled out her slab of meat.

"Oh, God..." said Dale. He could have *sworn* that she was the "original" Valerie!

Mallory's anger was swirling together with her oncoming intoxication, and as she stood there with her dick in her hand, she began to think about how UNGRATEFUL Dale was. For as long as they'd been together she'd shared everything with him; physically, emotionally, financially, everything. And now, just because she wakes up with a penis one day, he starts treating her like a stranger!

Well, fine! Who needs him. How would HE like it if they sent HIM to work all day? She wasn't sure, but if she had balls, she must have sperm. She didn't even need him around at all to have a child! Mallory felt herself starting to swell; she'd been absently stroking herself the whole time.

By the door, Val was beginning to panic. How did things get so out of hand? How did she let her other self get so hurt? My god, that thing is big...

"Move..." said Mallory, pushing past Dale towards Val.  She was starting to feel a little dizzy, and more and more confused. How could Dale reject her? She needed comfort. Val understood. She had to. Val could make her feel better...

"Hey!" shouted Val as Mallory began to grope her. "Cut it out!"

Mallory felt stung. Did they both want her gone now? She stepped back from Val, and then felt hands on her shoulders. Warm hands. Soothing. She whipped around to see Dale shrinking back from her.

"WHAT do you WANT?" she demanded. She was starting to feel like she was no longer in control of herself. The man in front of her looked frightened, but he straightened himself back up.

"I want...you. That's all," he said in a voice that normally would have melted her heart. Now he reached out, and Mallory felt his hand close around her penis. Hesitantly at first, but then more firmly. Mallory pushed the hand off of her and turned around to face Val.

"Get out," she said. Val looked on the verge of tears. "Get OUT."

Val backed away and closed the door behind her. For the first time, she felt like she didn't know herself. She heard the door lock and started to worry, though she realized that not only was Dale strong enough to fight her off (if it came to that), but she'd noticed that Mallory had completely drained the bottle of champagne. And she knew that if it had been her, she wouldn't be conscious for more than another fifteen minutes or so. Val slumped down against the door and onto the floor. Why was this happening?

Back inside, Mallory was clumsily pacing in front of Dale. It was hard for her to keep her thoughts straight, but her anger had barely slackened. How many times had she pleased him? Touched him? Sucked him? Allow him to plumb her depths? Sure, she'd enjoyed it too, but she knew he'd like it if he let himself. He liked it when she fingered him. How was this any different?

But right now she was beyond reason, and she didn't care much about his pleasure. She grabbed hold of her penis again, and a surge went through her that temporarily cleared her head. What would it feel like? She looked down at the swelling organ, and in her head it was like she could hear it talking: Put me in! Let me take control! Put me inside him NOW!

When Mallory looked up at him, Dale barely recognized her. Her usually sweet face was tense and dangerous. Even her teeth appeared sharper to him. In her hand she hefted her penis, which she clearly intended to use.

"Do you really want me, just as I am?" she said, stomach turning over from the alcohol.

Dale didn't know what to do or say. He *was* ready to accept her as she was, and felt it in his heart. But it was no longer the organ sticking out from her groin that made her seem foreign to him. Nothing else about her looked like the woman he loved now, either. But maybe if he proved to her...

"I really do," said Dale, moving towards her. The anger in her eyes was pushed back a little, but he still felt like he was walking into the blades of a giant fan. Now he was right in front of her, and her penis was grazing his belly.

"Then kiss me," she said, though she still looked rather annoyed. Dale angled his head down and parted his lips, but before he reached hers, Mallory grabbed his hair on either side of her head. "No there," she said, tilting his head down further. "THERE."

Bobbing below him was Mallory's hard-on, and Dale let his head be guided downward. Soon he was on his knees in front of her, eye to eye with her engorged testicles. Her hands still held his head tight, and they guided him towards her turgid flesh. It was hard for him to believe that this champion specimen of manhood was affixed to his girlfriend, and he almost puked as the big, spongy head touched his lips. 

Mallory felt a brief pang of remorse as she watched Dale from above, but a will inside her was demanding satisfaction. She felt her man's lips envelop her tip, and she could feel the sensation throughout her body. 

Dale felt her body shudder, and as he knelt with the head of her penis in his mouth, he braced himself for explosion. He glanced up to try and read her face, but all he saw was her shapely tits. But it didn't happen, and a hand on the back of his head told him to get on with it. Dale thought about how Mallory had always worked him, and did his best to replicate the actions of her mouth, lips, and tongue.

It was working. The wetness, warmth, pressure, and slurping sounds all came together in Mallory's mind, and she was finding it difficult to stand.

"Oh...OH...stop...stop...STOP!"

Mallory pushed Dale's head away from her. This wasn't what she knew she wanted. "Undress. Now," she said. Dale wiped his mouth off and did as told. His naked body looked different to her at that moment. This time it was *she* who would decide how to fit herself into *him*.

"Get the lube," she said, stroking herself lightly. Dale obeyed, returning to her with the small tube. The world was starting to spin around, so she'd have to be quick. "Turn around."

Dale's mind had gone numb. These acts were nothing like the love they used to share, and it had nothing to do with her penis. He was just an implement for her physical pleasure right now, and nothing more. He turned around and felt a clumsy had spreading cold goo on his ass. A hand pushed down on his back, and Dale bent over for his woman. The cock that had just been in his mouth was now pressing woozily against his hole. It was much bigger than a finger.

Mallory put her hands on Dale's hips, in part to hold herself up. A small voice inside her was telling her that this wasn't how it was supposed to happen, but her lust and the alcohol shouted it back. Mallory looked down to make sure she was on target, amazed that she was actually going to fuck her man now.

"You may have a penis," she said, remembering what Dale had said the night before. "But right now, *I'm* the man!"

Mallory didn't his screams. Her ears were pounding, and the hot, tight sensations were flooding her mind. Even with lubrication, it took effort to press her penis into him, but it was like her body was on autopilot. Every bit of it was demanding to be surrounded by flesh, and she gripped him tight as she loaded herself in.

Dale nearly passed out. The searing pain had passed, but now it felt like he was being inflated like a child's balloon. And every time he thought he'd burst, the pressure increased. Despite all this, a kernel of pleasure was there, and as Mallory drew herself outward for the first time, the feeling grew.

Mallory how commanding the feeling was, even if she was a little clumsy. But by her third slow stroke, her body understood. Finding a rhythm, she brought a hand to her tits, and streaks of light shot across her vision.

"Oh, shit...oh, SHIT..."

Dale felt the intruder move around sloppily, and then his ass began to pulse. Mallory let out a loud moan, and a hot feeling spread inside him. She'd just come inside him.

The orgasm was the most concentrated thing Mallory had ever felt. But as she stumbled backward and fell to the floor, fluids whipping from off of her cock, she felt hollow inside. She looked over at Dale. Oh, god. What had she done? He was just lying there. Numb.

"Open up! Mallory?!"

How long had Val been knocking on the door? Could she make it there before she passed out? Here we go...almost there...

"DALE!"

Val was horrified by the scene before her. Could she really have done this to him?

"Dale? Dale? Are you okay?"

Dale cringed for a moment when he saw Val, but started to snap out of his stupor. "I'm fine...I'll be fine," he said, feeling Val's warm body wrap around him. Why hadn't he accepted Mallory before? And as the two of them lay balled together, Mallory passed out cold by the bedroom door, they both wondered if they'd all wasted a miracle.

It was Dale who woke up first for a change. The clock read ten o'clock, and there was a note there. Moving to read it, he cringed at how sore he was.

"I called you in sick," said the note. "Get some rest. I love you. We both do. -V"

Next to him was another body. Mallory's. She must really have been messed up to be sleeping this late. Dale wasn't sure how he felt about her at the moment. He really had been ready to accept her. But how much of what she'd done been the alcohol and whatever new hormones were running through her? She couldn't imagine last week's Mallory EVER doing that, even if she'd had a penis. Dale decided he needed to clear his head, and he took a long, hot shower before dressing and heading for the local coffee shop. It was a little painful to walk, but once he got there, he'd probably stay for most of the day.

Mallory had woken up as Dale was getting dressed, but pretended that she was still asleep. She had a crushing headache, and the memories were hazy, but she knew she'd acted like a monster. But the booze was no excuse, and no matter how hurt and rejected she'd felt, she knew that her behavior had been way beyond the pale. Had she turned him away from her forever? How could he accept her now? After Dale left, Mallory noticed a note on her side of the bed. Scootching over, she picked it up.

"He still loves you. I still love you. -V."

Tears began flooding out of her. She wrapped herself around a pillow, wishing with all her heart that it would turn into Dale -- she'd kiss him and tell him over and over again how sorry she was. But the apology meant nothing to the pillow, and it was wet and salty by the time Mallory got up to take a couple of aspirin. She went to the kitchen, but even the prospect of plain toast made her stomach heave. She settled for a tall glass of water and headed back to bed to try and sleep off the hangover that was splitting her skull.

The work day had been hectic, which Mallory was grateful for. It didn't leave her any time to think about her predicament at home. She did wind up working a little late, so she was surprised that Dale wasn't home when she got there. When she came through the door she saw that the table was set for three, complete with candles and flowers picked from a window box. The smell of Dale's favorite foods wafted through the air. The flush of a toilet told her that *someone* was home. 

Now Mallory walked into the main room, bleary-eyed. She wore Dale's favorite dress, and when she saw Val she looked just a little disappointed. But Val understood. Her life was so intertwined with Dale's that it was unimaginable that she wouldn't be some part of it. 

Mallory had thought Dale would have come back by now. Even when they'd had their worst fights, they'd always made each other available to communicate. But this morning he hadn't even taken his cell phone, and Mallory didn't think it was just an oversight.

The sight of Val in front of her just seemed to make it worse. Not only was she aching to atone with Dale, but now she had to literally face herself after what she'd done. 

"Val, I don't know where to start--"

"Be quiet," said Val. Mallory's heart sank and she hung her head. But then she felt herself surrounded by a warm, tight embrace. A gentle hand pet her head, and a soft voice whispered "..shhhh..." into her ear. Once more her tears flowed, this time with a mixture of grief and happiness. She held onto Val tight, wishing that she could just disappear into her.

"It feels so bad...so bad..." she blubbered. Val continued to sooth her, letting her cry herself out. "I don't want to lose him..."

"We're not going to lose him, okay?" said Val, and it meant a lot to Mallory. She would always have herself, she realized, but if Val believed they could straighten things out with Dale, she should believe it, too. Mallory loosened her hold on Val and sniffed away the last of her tears. Val played with the fringes of her hair, a kind and understanding smile on her face.

"Well, I think we've both learned our lesson," she said. For the first time since she'd arrived home, Mallory smiled at her, and it re-kindling a warm feeling inside of her. Mallory's eyes looked thankful. Val placed her lips on hers, lightly, and Mallory responded in kind. A rush of heat shot through her.

"Just because I  now *have* a dick..."began Mallory, who felt herself becoming aroused.

"...doesn't mean that I have to *act* like one," completed Val, and they both laughed. Their eyes locked together, and they were both suddenly very aware of their need to seal their intimacy.

"I think it would be smart to test your ability to control yourself before approaching Dale again," said Val, closing her eyes and giving Mallory a long, slow kiss. Mallory felt herself harden completely, and though there was still that voice inside her telling her to act NOW, she was able to hold it in place.

Val could tell that Mallory was holding herself back, and a little too much at first. But soon she was returning the kisses with vigor, and they were both excited that they would join together in a new way for the first time. Val reached under Mallory's dress, pulled down the ridiculously-stretched panty, and latched her hand onto her penis. Mallory began to undress Val, hands fumbling and shaking, and then she too found herself naked. They'd barely broken their kiss the whole time. Mallory brought her hand down and felt at Val's warm, moist entrance, but Val gently pushed her hand aside.

"I'm ready for you," she said, longing in her eyes. Mallory wasn't surprised. While she enjoyed all kinds of play, sometimes she just needed to feel it inside. Val took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Slipping under the sheets, she lay on her back and imagined how incredible it was going to feel, emotionally and physically. But Mallory was hesitating. "What's wrong?"

"I'm...I'm scared," said Mallory. Although still hard, something was holding her back -- the memory of last night. If she let herself go now, would she alienate Val, too?

"It's okay," said Val, who massaged her breasts enticingly. "I want you. And I trust you."

They were just the right words, and Mallory crawled onto the bed. As she slid up on top of Val, Mallory paused and looked down at her. She was so beautiful, and was ready to open up to her. 

Val was becoming more and more excited as Mallory took position over her. She could feel her balls graze over her, and then something hard and hot nestled down. Mallory was up on her elbows, her breasts hanging down, and Val reached up and cupped them in her hands. Mallory moaned and shuddered, and down below Val felt the penis slide up against her.

"Is this too much for you?" asked Val, pausing her hands. Shook her head "no" vigorously.

"It feels so good. Please don't stop," said Mallory, closing her eyes and leaning down to kiss Val. Mallory's breasts pressed into her hands, and she felt her penis searching for her entrance. Val shifted her pelvis, and Mallory's tip fell into place at her entrance.

Mallory opened her eyes and looked into Val's. There was no fear there, only desire. Desire to have Mallory inside her. To share the most intimate parts of themselves. Mallory continued to look deep into Val's eyes as she pushed herself forward. Val's eyes dilated as the head squeezed through her outer rim, her mouth forming the silent sound "ah!..." The urge was strong in Mallory, but she pushed herself inside slowly, savoring each new feeling of warmth and comfort as her shaft was engulfed. Mallory continued to watch Val's face, and half-way in she paused, letting the woman adjust again.

It was unlike anything Val had ever felt, and it had nothing to do with Mallory's size. She'd been there before. And while Dale was just as considerate and intense of a lover, there was more to it than that, as well. Truth was she didn't understand what she was feeling or why, but as Mallory moved inside her, she knew it was right.

Mallory saw that Val was ready once more. She drew herself back a little bit and was amazed at how natural the slick sliding felt. She slid her penis in deeper now, and Val let out a deep moan. Mallory moved her torso down and the two of them locked lips, both of them feeling like they were one body again.

Val closed her arms and legs around Mallory, but not so tight as to restrict her range of motion. Taking great care with each movement, Mallory began to stroke out and in, out and in, out and innnnnn. Val pictured how it was her own feminine ass driving the engorged organ, and felt a warm rush of pleasure.

As Mallory got used to the feeling and motion, she began to move more aggressively, and the feedback she was getting from Val was telling her that it was okay. Mallory felt Val's hands reach down and take hold of her ass cheeks, helping guide her pace. A little faster...faster...slow down a little...and IN!..IN! INNNNN!...

"...oh, god, Mallory..oh, god!..."

Both of them felt like their minds were spectators to their bodies' actions, and faster and faster Mallory plunged into Val. Both of them felt an incredible urgency rising up, and they had to keep pressing, pressing, PRESSING!

"AHHHHHhhhh....."

"OHHhhhhh....."

They clenched together, both of them feeling the release. A doorway opened up in their mind, and they swam in an eternal feeling. Mallory didn't pull out for a long time as she continued to lay on top of Val, pressing her breasts down against her. Finally their breathing returned to normal, their orgasm now a warm, pleasant echo of the raging storm that had been their lovemaking. They kissed tenderly.

"THAT is how it's done," said Val, and they both laughed. The rest of the night was spent in a euphoric haze, and they talked very little as they ate their re-heated dinner. They didn't need to speak; they knew exactly how the other felt. But their eyes kept returning to the empty place at the table, and they began to remember some of their old worries.

"Do you think something's happened to him?" asked Mallory, but she knew Dale was fine. 

"He'll come back when he's ready," said Val, though she too was a little bit worried. They began clearing the table in silence, a new feeling growing that each knew the other felt. It was Mallory who put it into words first.

"This isn't going to last forever, is it?" she said with sadness in her eyes.

"Not like this, no," said Val with the same strength of feeling. "But we *will* always be together." They looked deep into each other, and it was comforting. "Let's get some sleep," said Val as they put away the last of the dishes. Wordlessly they took each other by the hand and got ready for bed. With gentle touches they reassured each other, and as they lay cuddled together and sleep closed in, they knew that in the morning they would both be going on the business trip together.

Dale was beginning to feel like himself again. Heading home from the hotel where he'd spent the night, he wondered who would be at home waiting for him, and what he'd say. In his mind he'd forgiven Mallory, and felt like he was the one who should apologize first. He was determined to show them that he was ready to accept them entirely, and had called in sick for the rest of the week so that they could have more time to work it out.

But now as he stood at the front door, he was feeling more nervous than he had in years. What if they'd decided they didn't want him? What if one of them left? But he pushed these fears aside and entered.

There was no trace of anyone at all, except for a note left on the table. It read "I'm taking the red-eye. Will be back late, late, late. -V" 

That accounted for Val, but didn't explain why Mallory wasn't home. Maybe she *had* left, he thought, and an empty feeling filled Dale's heart. No, that wasn't it. Probably she just got tired of being inside, and decided to get some fresh air. She could easily have disguised herself, just in case any of the neighbors had seen Val leave earlier. 

Dale spent the rest of the day looking at old pictures of he and Valerie on the computer, and it made him feel better. Although their hair and clothes changed over the years, one thing never did -- the way they looked at each other, and the happiness in their eyes when they stood together. Dale ached to see her and went to bed early, seeing no point in being awake until she was back.

It was pitch dark when Dale awoke. He could hear someone moving around in the blackness; the sound of clothing coming off, stockings rolling down, a night gown slipping on. He felt the bed rise a little as a body slid in under the sheets next to him. He could feel its warmth, and as his eyes adjusted, Dale saw that it was on its side, facing away from him. 

One body. Dale paused and listened, expecting another person to join them at any moment, but there was only silence. One body or two, penis or not, Dale didn't care. His woman was in bed beside him, and he cuddled up and put his arm around. She made a sleepy "mmmm" sound, and put her arm on top of his. Dale's heart glowed, and he fell back asleep.

Dale's dreams were strange and shifting. Events of the past few days replayed, mixing with old memories of he and Valerie. The first time they made love and the look on her face as they climaxed. The day that Valerie left for business school. The two of them making love in the rental care on the way back to her apartment during one of his visits. 

Then the images became unfamiliar, and seemed to be running backwards. The pair of them shopping for baby clothes. Him presenting his resignation to his company, and receiving warm handshakes from his co-workers, who were all jealous of him. He and Valerie in bed locked together in bed, their bodies feeding on each other with a hunger to become one. Valerie's face above him, strained. Strange, warm, and wonderful feelings rose up and coursed throughout his entire body, welling up from inside him, and very strong down below...

"Woah!" said Dale with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed. Weak light came through the window. His girlfriend's body was still next to him, her chest rising and falling as she slept. There was still no sign of another. Dale was completely awake and aware now that his bladder was full to bursting. He hopped out of bed, feeling a little off-balance, and headed for the bathroom.

"AH!" shouted Dale from the bathroom, startling Valerie awake. Controlling her panic, she sat up in bed.

"Are you okay?" she asked. In a moment she heard him peeing and figured he'd probably just chunked his ankle on the door. Shortly thereafter Dale appeared. He looked shell-shocked.

"Are you Val or Mallory?" he asked. His eyes told her that a lot was riding on the answer.

"Neither," she said. "I'm Valerie." Dale's daze was replaced by confusion. "We're both right here with you, Dale."

The man smiled, but there was still concern on his face. "I kind of thought that you might be Mallory -- not that it matters in the least," he said. Now Valerie was confused.

"Why would you think I was only Mallory?" she asked.

"Because it would explain THIS," he said, dropping his night shorts.

Valerie's jaw dropped. Not because of what was there, but because of what *wasn't*.

"Your penis..it's...it's.."

"Gone," completed Dale, who looked more surprised than scared or confused. He walked out of his shorts and up to the bed. "It would have made sense if only Mallory was here because, well, you know..."

Valerie stared into Dale's crotch and marveled at the pretty woman's flesh that resided there. Looking up at him to make sure it was okay, she reached out and touched his fleshy lips. He flinched.

"Sorry," she said. "I just can't believe it."

Dale recognized the spark that shot through him from his dreams. "That's okay," he said. "I'm sure it will all work out fine." Dale crawled onto the bed, leaned into Valerie, and gave her a slow, passionate kiss. 

"I know it will," said Valerie, moving her hand in to caress Dale, who caught his breath as she penetrated him with the tip of a finger. He felt his juices flow, and wished the finger would return. But Valerie moved him back from her, gently, frustrating and confusing him.

"Please..touch me again," he said, running his hands up and down her legs. Now he stopped; something was rising up under her nightshirt.

"I want very much to touch you," said Valerie, slipping the shirt back and revealing her engorged penis. "If you trust me." Dale leaned in again a kissed her hard, closing his hand around her as he did. Valerie's heart began racing, and soon they were rolling together on the bed. Dale moved with intensity but uncertainty, never having been here before. But Valerie knew what to do, and she moved them so that she was on top. Dale felt her at his entrance. After all these years, he would now feel *her* inside of *him*.

"Are you sure you want this?" asked Valerie, and Dale understood what she meant. Not just her making love to him, but the life that he was committing himself to. Dale reached up and stroked her cheek.

"Very, very much," he said. "I love you, Valerie." The aching inside him was growing unbearable.

"And I love you, Dale," said Valerie, and just like the other day, she penetrated her lover with care and attention. The feeling was just as powerful as she remembered, and for all of the same reasons. But now she understood what it meant; here was a true love. Here were two souls that could not be separated by the rules of physics.

Dale released himself and let his body react, and he was rewarded with wave after wave of pleasure. Valerie knew how to read him, and slowed herself down to keep him from flooding over too soon.

"I want to try something else," she said, pulling out of him gently, still rigid. Dale immediately missed the warmth and pressure and looked up at Valerie hungrily. He nodded. Valerie turned Dale over, and he went on all fours. Valerie lined herself up again and eased herself in. He yielded much more readily and hissed as he felt the sensations a little differently. As Valerie began to drive into him, he found he could increase his pleasure by putting his hand on himself, and he loved the way her hands grasped him, in command.

Valerie was reaching her end as she watched her penis slip in and out of Dale's cunt, and this time it was Dale who slowed them down. Pushing her hands off his hips, he crawled forward, feeling her dick slide out of him as he did. 

"I want to try something else, too," he said, and he guided Valerie down onto her back. Dale took his place above her and looked down. Valerie's whole face smiled, and she breathed heavy, making her breasts rise and fall rapidly.

"Do it...do it..." she said, running her hands up his chest. Dale reached down and grabbed her cock, and positioned himself over the throbbing piece. Making sure he had his balance, he lowered himself down.

"AH!" he cried, amazed at how different it felt. On top, he found he could direct the sensations much more precisely, sculpting himself inside with the pressure and heat. Valerie, too, appreciated the feeling. Up until now, she'd been doing most of the work, and it felt good to let him give her this embrace. Soon Dale discovered how he should move his hips, and he pushed himself ever higher.

Valerie, too, was well beyond what she thought her limit was. But she wanted to lead them both one more time. Grabbing Dale's hips, Valerie sat up and pushed him gently onto his back, legs in air. She managed to keep herself inside him the whole time, and once they were both comfortable, she stroked a few times, slowly, to make sure that Dale was okay.

But Dale couldn't speak or think. It was like he was being pelted by hail in a strong wind, and then he felt the penis inside him begin to slide again, and it quickly speed up. 

"...yes!...faster!...faster!...."

Spurred on by his words, Valerie's beautiful ass shuttled her penis in and out of him as swiftly as it could, and then she felt him push up against her base, hard. 

That was her limit.

Together they wailed as Valerie shot her seed into her man. While the intense feelings ebbed quickly, she was still left with some warmth. 

Dale had ridden the crest of the gigantic wave, and after it came crashing down on him, he was filled with tingling peace. It still felt good having Valerie inside him, though as she softened it didn't register as much. They both moved into a more comfortable position, arms and legs mingled, staring into each other's eyes. Valerie put her hand on Dale's belly, and both smiled before kissing each other, tenderly. 

Inside him now, they knew that a third miracle had just begun.