An odd reversal.

"Is there a problem, Mr. McKay?" Ms. Loome asked, a slight sneer on her lips.

I flummoxed and gestured dumbly with my hands. "It's just that... because Ms. Fraye has the... I thought that she'd be the one to..."

"Ah. Yes well," she replied. Applying a little of her saliva to her fingers, she rubbed it between Ms. Fraye's legs, before slowly feeding her faux cock inside of her, making her pant and shiver. As she started thrusting her hips, she said, "Lulu, would you be so kind to tell him why you're the one getting fucked?"

Looking like she'd completely forgotten that I was there, Ms. Fraye's head snapped towards me before it rolled back. Between gasps and moans, she managed to squeak, "My... body... might be... mixed with a Man's... but my Heart... and Soul... are still a Woman's... oh God..." Bringing her hand up to her head, she bit into her arm to control another moan as Ms. Loome pressed into her deeply and rolled her hips. Wrapping her legs around her hips, she pulled her in to kiss her passionately, while a hand came up to squeeze her breast.

What passed through my Mind as I watched these two Women make love was not any erotic thoughts, but more a curious Fascination. The sort of wondering at how a steam Engine turns Pressure into Motion. Were I to close one Eye, I would see a tender display of the upper halves of two women, locked in loving embrace; and if I swapped Eyes, the pistoning of slender hips, the pumping of a metallic looking cock making a flesh one tremble and bounce. I put fingers to chin, trying to fathom what, if any, sensation would Ms. Loome be experiencing. Surely not Physical Pleasure? At least not in the way that I would understand it. But the sounds, faces, and the movements she was making, all convinced me that it was so.

There was also Ms. Fraye. A Woman's Heart and Soul, trapped in a confused Shell. Somehow, that made perfect sense, yet none at all, as to why she would prefer being the penetrated partner.

It was truly something very Odd to behold.

Some time, while I was lost in my own Mind, Ms. Loome had straightened up and was thrusting the entire length of her faux-cock into Ms. Fraye. "Sue, Sue, I'm so close!" She groaned, biting on her own lip, and gripping onto their divan.

Smiling menacingly, Ms. Loome reached down and grabbed onto Ms. Fraye's she-cock's shaft with one hand and rubbed her fingers against the head of it, making her gasp. Stopping her hips and focusing solely on her hands, she snarled, "I know. I can feel you're about to ready to burst!"

It looked like she was about to obey, when all of a sudden her head turned and she saw me once more. Her pleasured expression vanished, replaced by shame and panic. "No. No. Susanne, I can't!" she cried, scrabbling at her Lover's hands, trying to stop them from moving.

"Yes you can, my Love. Give it to me. Shower me in your Love, like you always do..." Ms. Loome panted, moving her hands even faster.

Ms. Fraye hid her face behind her hands and shook her head desperately. "I can't, I can't! Please Susanne, don't make me! N-no, not in front of a man... Please Susanne I beg you! Don't, don't, dontdontdont...- I'm, I'm, I'-!"