Well, fucking is the right idea, considering both our states.

"Lookit the little cutie!" Joy coos, pulling the disembodied member closer and petting the top of it, near the glans. It throbs and pulses, slowly beginning to swell in her hand, gently pushing her fingers apart. Again, there is this faint, familiar feeling, almost lost in the pleasure radiating from Joy's entire body. Rationality rapidly declining, I can only stare as Joy strokes the hardening shaft that I thought I'd never see again. "Ooh, it's excited to see us, so eager!"

Considering how she came to exist, it's probably not necessarily strange that Joy is not fazed at all by the fact that she's holding a dick that is rapidly becoming impressively erect - particularly so due to the fact that it's all on its own. The balls dangling from the one end twitch as Joy caresses them with one fingertip, and I can feel the wrinkly skin through our shared senses. This is so weird. My cock turned into a small woman that turned into a big woman, and we're in love, and now there's a cock looking just like mine did and it's hard and throbbing and fuck I want it inside our pussy so bad.

I want to be filled by this thing, and after living two decades with a dick, this irresistible need is as disorienting as the confusing sensations trying to fry my brain with overwhelming lust and pleasure.

"Mmh, you came at the perfect time..." Joy moans as she runs her thumb along the swollen underside of the throbbing shaft in her hand. At least one of us is still able to actually do something about our near-debilitating lust. Probably because she's not reeling from seeing a bodypart she ran around with all her life suddenly _dis_embodied. "I need you sooo bad. But... Matt? Are you... okay with this?"

Instead of an answer, I grab both of Joy's spectacular tits, making both of us suck in a sharp breath as pleasure jolts through us. Fuck it, I'm too horny; let's worry about consequences later.

"Just do it," I breathe into her ear, more moan than sentence. "Pound our pussy with that thing."

Just saying it makes the breath hitch in my throat, and Joy's and my heart beat, no, race in unison. Technically we're both virgins, at least when it comes to our pussy, and oh god this cock looks huge as Joy moves it towards her mouth. As she sticks out her tongue to give the fat, purple head a slow lick, I realize we're still wearing pants. As this is generally not conducive to most sex acts, I begin to frantically push them down our hips, wriggling on the chair until our glistening, reddened snatch is revealed, ready and eager to take this strange and yet so familiar shaft.

"Mmh, tashty..." Joy mumbles around the fat tip of the cock my excited movements pushed between her lips. And... I know my cock. I held it in my hand many times while I jerked off. And yet, just the tip feels gigantic in Joy's mouth, her lips all tingly as she gently spreads saliva on the throbbing member's tip. "God, it'sh sho hard..."

Me, I can only pant and writhe, my hands twitching and caressing Joy's taut belly haphazardly. I feel everything she feels - the warm, wet emptiness between my legs, the pulsing, rock-hard nipples on her chest, the tingling of her lips, the throbbing shaft as her tongue plays over it... And there the weirdness begins. Or continues; ever since I woke up with Joy attached to my crotch, things have been decidedly weird. I can also feel each throb of the shaft, the warm wetness of Joy's mouth, the buzzing length and the burbling balls of the member that looks exactly like mine... it's faint, but it's there, and disorienting as heck. Enormously enjoyable, but dizzying in more than one way.

"Mgh..." With a slurping *pop*, Joy pulls the cock out of her mouth, she herself panting with excitement as she moves the twitching shaft lower and lower, almost reverentially. "I can't wait to have this thing inside me..."

And so help me, neither can I. This is my own cock, for Pete's sakes, or one that looks just like it! And yet, I can feel our pussy drool, twitch, burn with the incessant need to be filled by this thick, throbbing, veiny... just listen to me. I'm mindlessly horny for my own dick, and every second Joy spends with savoring the anticipation instead of just plunging that thing into us threatens to make me rip that disembodied shaft from Joy's hands and do it myself.

Instead, I decide to busy myself with Joy's fantastic tits. They're so big and round and soft and perky that they're a suitable distraction while Joy bites her lower lip and uses one finger to tease the underside of that dripping shaft, the freely hanging balls twitching as I faintly feel precum bubble up its length. It drips on Joy's taut belly, and she gently puts the spongy tip against her skin, right below her belly button, the heat and sticky wetness against her skin a promise of what's to come. I lean my head forwards, intending to tell Joy to hurry up finally, but the sensation of the disembodied member inching towards our snatch makes the breath hitch in my throat, and I instead elect to nibble on Joy's ear gently, making the breath hitch in her throat.

And finally, as I cup Joy's marvelous breasts and pinch her nipples between two fingers, the engorged head of our living dildo touches our lower lips, already red and swollen and gaping to receive that fat prick. My heart thunders as I stare down past Joy's head and tits, barely able to breathe as Joy teases our entrance for all of two seconds before her will to build our anticipation evaporates, her patience finally snapping like mine almost did what felt like hours ago - and simply plunges the cock inside of us until the balls are squeezed against my thighs.

I thought I couldn't breathe before - I was wrong. The shaft fills us so completely that there doesn't seem to be any room for air left. My legs shake and twitch as my mouth gapes open, both our backs arching as every thought, every sensation except pure, agonizing pleasure is burned from us and I squeeze Joy's tits involuntarily, spasmodic twitches making me maul the soft orbs. And the sensations only enhance the pleasure roaring through us. Little gasping sounds are all we can make as the cock filling us strains and twitches and drools into our depths, and the dizzying sensations of being penetrated and penetratingat the same time make my eyes roll up in my head.

When it finally ends, Joy and I hang limply on the chair, panting and gasping as we try to recover, our pussy twitching and massaging the shaft inside of us as if it wants to pull it deeper inside. Only we're already filled to the brim, almost making it impossible for both of us to breathe, and boy, do we need to catch our breaths after what just happened.

"Oh..."

"My..."

"God."

We find our voices at the same time, and our sentiments to what just happened are pretty much the same. I caress Joy's tits absentmindedly as she pets the base of the cock stuck inside of us - before grabbing it by the balls to pull it out partway and push it back in.

"Haaah~!"

It's either Joy or me that makes that noise, or maybe it's both of us, and Joy sure as hell doesn't stop. Hell, I don't want her to! With a cock, things would have been largely over after cumming like that - even if I usually tried to do my best with my fingers and mouth if my partner wasn't quite satisfied - but with this pussy that came with Joy? It feels insanely good even with Joy's inexperienced stroking, back and forth, in and out, and the alien sensation of our slick hole being filled combined with the faint, but noticeable and much more familiar feeling of pounding the same slick hole make pant and gasp, my brain in no way equipped to deal with what's happening.

Which doesn't mean I can't enjoy it, and I do so immensely. It's a much more full-body pleasure compared to sex with a cock, and at least I get double the fun with the way I feel what Joy feels. It's amazing, with my hands on her breasts teasing the stiff buds on these soft orbs, squeezing them together lightly, doing everything I can to support what Joy is doing down below. The thick member pushes our inner walls apart, the swollen helmet scraping over every quivering fold and belching pre into our depths with every twitch, every surge, every straining pulse. I can feel the balls churn with their heavy cargo as they bounce against my ass, and I know what the excited buzzing and all the spasms mean. Joy, being all of one day old and of the female persuasion, doesn't.

"Oh my god, oh god, thank you, whoever send us this, this--"

"Ouungh~!"

Where the sensations the disembodied shaft broadcasted into my brain were a little faint and just the cherry on top of this amazing pleasure pie, the climax is a sharp stab straight into the center of my brain, every thought gone in an instant as I feel hot stickiness flooding deep into us. Joy giggles at the feeling, cooing as she slows her thrusting, gently rubbing our clit with one thumb as she keeps the twitching rod buried deep inside us as its fat nuts contract and **** their contents to splatter against the entrance to our womb. The electric jolts racing through us do not help my mental state, and the noises this has me make would be embarassing - if I could find it in me to care, or do anything but ride this wave of pleasure.

And then, Joy manages to rub herself to a second climax - and by extension, me.

I make a strangled noise and slump down on the chair, my chin coming to rest on Joy's shoulder as I groan and twitch, brain basically short-circuited by three climaxes, two of them more or less simultaneously.