As soon as Beattie and Benny started their friendship, they agree that they would experiment to try solving her vagina problem and also explore other sources for their joint pleasures. Some things were easy and Benny already had in mind the fact that Beattie, as a woman, had other openings into her body, for his satisfaction. Within a week, he raised the matter with her.
"Let me gobble you, lovely woman, he said one evening and turned her from being flat on her back to lying down on him with her legs either side of his head. Obviously, her head was more-or-less on a level with his growing erection. He took her labia into his mouth and nuzzled her clitoris with his chin. After a few moments, he hears her "Mmmm" sound, and pressed her shoulders down towards his erection. She got the message immediately and took him between her lips. Then she opened her mouth a little further and he thrust upwards with his hips, so that his erection slid further. He could feel the roof of her mouth against his glans. He wanted her deeper. At the same time that he was vibrating her labia and clitoris with his tongue, he pressed down on her shoulders as far as he could reach down her figure. She began to comply but then she gagged and lifted her head; a long dribble of spittle or mucus or food dropping from her lips onto his groin.
"Sorry," she murmured, and put her head down again but came to the same outcome.
Benny had some experience of deep throating and lifted Beattie off himself.
"Come and lie here," he said softly, moving her so that her head rested over the side of the mattress, lying on her back. Her throat was in a straight line from her head down to her shoulders and further to her chest. Her eyes were looking towards the bedroom wall; not the ceiling at all.
"Open you mouth, bend your throat as far back as possible, and grip each of your thumbs in the palms of your hands," he instructed her, using a trick he had heard about to reduce the gagging reflex.
Beattie did all those things and Benny positioned himself standing over her head, leaning forward a little, with his hands pressing on her breasts. His erection rested on her chin while he backed away a little until it lined up with her mouth and he urged himself into her face.
Beattie opened her mouth wider and he slipped in. She was surprise that he reached her back teeth, then into the top of her throat; which was in a line. She was more than surprised to feel him enter her throat and press on her tonsils. Somehow, the gagging didn't happen. Benny pulled back and then forwards again, carefully and slowly. Beattie found that her own reactions grew into excitement at her own ability to swallow his erection; and to give him his orgasm. She quickly learned to inhale and exhale on his out-move and to hold her breath on his forward move.
Beattie reached back with her bent arms and held Benny's hips; expecting to control him by pushing him out, but found herself just moving her hands with his movements. Gradually, Benny increased the speed and depth of his penetration of her throat; and she pulled and pushed his hips in time. It was obvious that his climax was developing and so was Beattie's excitement.
To herself, she thought, "Wow, I'm turning into a whore. I can do this."
She came close to giggling except that was impossible with her throat plugged up by an erection close to ejaculation.
Sure enough, Benny came in her throat, pushing as far as he could as his semen pulsed out of him and down her throat. For a split second, he was worried that he would stay in position too long for her breathing, and that she would be unable to swallow his juices. But his concern didn't last long; he just wanted to fill her with his semen or, more honestly, to empty himself somehow.
For herself, Beattie knew from his movements, and the hold he firm kept on her breasts, that trying to stop him at this stage would be impossible. She sensed that his orgasm was all that mattered to him a that moment, and so she held onto her thumbs, timed her breathing carefully to any opportunity. And then at the end, when he held his erection deep in her face and poured his semen into her throat, she held her breath for as long as she could. When he pulled out of her throat, she swallowed and took a breath. She knew that she was his sex-slave at that moment, just for those seconds, and that she would do whatever he wanted. She'd had her orgasms and now it was his turn, whatever that meant for her and her body. Her growing affection and connection to Benny came first and that was an important understanding for her mind and her body.
That was the highlight of their sex on that occasion and became a regular part of their repertoire, after he first gobbled her and brought her to her own orgasm. It had been a real and exciting learning experience for Beattie, and a promise of greater future erotic exploration for Benny.
A few days later, after some research, Benny sent off for a range of dilators which he hoped would be able to open out Beattie's vagina. He ordered them without discussing it with her, because he didn't know whether she's tried it before and would be resistant to the idea. He include in the order a small "bullet" vibrator; to see if this could please her as well. The set of four dilators and the bullet were delivered to him at work, complete with a little pump-bottle of lubricant. He brought them back to the apartment with a plan forming in his head; to inset the smallest into Beattie as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
