You know it.

Sheryl pushed me clumsily onto the bed and removed her blouse, revealing a plain white bra. She smiled seductively and swayed slightly. I stared at her in wonder, soaking in the body that I never thought I'd see again.

"Your mole..." I muttered, amazed. She had a small mole just to left of the areola on her right breast. They had recreated it perfectly.

"I'm Sheryl," she said with a giggle, stepping out of her skirt. "They made me from her. I'm a little fuzzy but I'm still her." She pulled up her breast and examined the mole. "Warts and all..."

With that, she collapsed forward onto me. She was drunkenly kissing my neck and shoulders and moaning. "I misssssssed youuuuuu..." she whispered into my clavicle. "Now take off your fuckin' clothes."

I hastily obeyed and soon the two of us were naked on the bed. She took my shaft in her hand and began to piston awkwardly.

"Hey, uh, maybe take it a little easier down there," I suggested. She frowned.

"Sorry, I'm kinda stoned. How's this?" She slowed down and I felt an electric tingle. She was tickling my glans with her long fingernails.

"Better. How stoned are you? Do you know what you took?"

She laughed, a deep, throaty sound. "They told me but I forgot. I can barely remember where I am, honestly. I feel loose and giggly and horny and like nothing bothers me."

"Yeah?" I asked. I was getting very horny now. "How does this feel?"

I suddenly grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto myself. As I slid into her, she cried out in pleasure. "Oh! Ohmygod, yeah, uhh, good. Good good good! Holy shit, I'm about to cum!"

I paused, my arms outstretched to touch her. "You are?"

She looked at me, her eyes swimming out of focus. "I... am? No, fuck, no, I'm not! I don't even know what I'm saying, just don't stop!"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hips, slamming myself forward into her. She moaned gutturally and leaned forward, grabbing the bedframe. Her amazing tits swung in front of me and I reached out a hand to grab one, eliciting a shout from her. "Yeah! More!"

I obliged and pressed it hard, pushing it up into her chest. At the same time, I felt her legs tighten around mind and I snaked my hand around her midsection, drawing her tighter. I felt my manhood disappear into her tight opening over and over as she bucked against me. Soon I was feeling that old familiar tickle and before I knew it I was orgasming wildly into her.

After Sheryl's **** I hadn't masturbated for two months. When I finally did it was a sad, perfunctory thing. I didn't use porn, I just needed some release. I stared blankly at the ceiling and cried before, during, and after. I thought I'd never actually enjoy sex again. Turns out I was wrong.

After I'd been cumming for what felt like minutes, I felt a twitch in my glutes as I shot my final load and finally relaxed. Sheryl, meanwhile, was still pumping away. Her face was sweaty and she was biting her lip and moaning.

"Uh, babe?" I asked. She shook her head no and kept going.

"Babe. Babe! I'm done. I'm sorry, I'm, uh, done."

Sheryl finally stopped. Her eyes opened but never focused as she tried to re-orient herself. Finally she rolled over onto her back. "Fuck," she said weakly. "I wanna come."

"I'm sorry babe. I just... it's, you know, been a while, and-"

She leapt out of bed suddenly, then grabbed the frame to steady herself. "I- whoa, too fast. I've got an idea! Check this thing out!"

She ran to the dresser and grabbed the tablet that she had brought with her. She brandished it gleefully at me. "You can use this! You can make me come with this!"