Uh, yeah?!

My heart skips a beat, and my fingers stop moving. The sensations don't. Which is why I stand up straight, and... begin moving my hands down from Joy's head and over her shoulders. I'm way too horny not to take her up on her offer. Besides, I've been having a dry spell, mainly because of Ellie, so who am I to look a pair of gift tits in the bra? Okay, the metaphor sucks, but no way am I passing up this opportunity.

My hands are actually shaking a little as I move them ever lower, basically cupping Joy between them. She's definitely bigger than my cock ever was, and soft in all the right places. Joy raises her hands over her head to give me unrestricted access to her boobs, and who am I to deny this offer? They feel just as perfect as they look, soft, yet not without firmness, their excitedly throbbing tips pushing against my palms. And I can feel myself touching them. It's actually a little disorienting, feeling my giant hands on my tiny... no, Joy's tiny tits, but the lines are kind of blurred right now.

I pull both hands sideways and carefully pinch Joy's throbbing nipples between two fingers, making us gasp in unison. Just to be safe, I sit down, legs splayed out to have enough room. My hands never leave Joy's breasts, caressing, massaging, pinching. A tingling, throbbing sensation spreads throughout her body as she arches her back, pressing her breasts into my fingers. I wrap my hands around her lightly, careful not to hurt us, and begin to stroke her back with my thumbs, not letting up on her tits.

"Fuck, this is... they're so soft and sensitive!" I gasp, barely able to breathe as indescribable pleasure assaults my mind. With my hands going up and down on Joy's body, it feels almost as if I'm jerking off - but with the sensitivity turned up to eleven. I can barely think, a pink haze seeming to cloud my mind, and my ragged breathing mingles with Joy's unabashed moans as her hands grab two of my fingers, encouraging me to keep going. Her whole body feels so soft and smooth and sensitive! With our shared senses, I can find the most sensitive spots and keep my attention on them - or move away and tease both of us deliciously before I dive back it, playing a lustful game of keepaway with our arousal.

"Ooaannnhh..." Joy breathes, letting her wet hair fall back as she leans into my thumbs. "My whole... aanngh, body feels on fire..."

I already know, as I feel the same burning desire. And the heat is concentrated in one spot, right where our bodies are joined, where the lines blur the most, where I can feel an incredible wetness gushing forth that has nothing to do with the shower. My heart thunders in my ears as I move my hands lower, leaving Joy to gasp breathlessly as she takes over at her boobs, realizing why I abandoned the magnificent orbs. Inch by inch, my fingers slide deeper over Joy's soft, wet skin, ever closer to their destination.

When I touch our sweltering honey pot, our backs arch in unison, sparks flying before my eyes as I grip the place where Joy and I are joined tightly with by thumbs, curling the tips of my fingers to put more pressure on our pussy. I can barely breathe, shallow gasps all I - or Joy, for all I can tell - can manage. We're writhing on the floor of the shower, Joy hanging onto my wrists for dear life, fingers digging into my flesh. Though I have no experience with pussies from this angle, I do know how to make their owners beg for more, and the fact I can actually feel the results of what I'm doing does the rest.

Our pussy has the correct size for Joy, so my hands feel gigantic compared to it, but I don't even think about fingering myself. Just teasing and parting our pussy lips, rubbing them and finally, finally thumbing our clit is more than enough to almost overwhelm me. I'm biting my lip, trying to stave off what I can feel inexorably approaching - I don't want this to be over! But I can't help chasing after ever greater heights of pleasure, my fingers now wet not from water, but from our own juices gushing forth. I can hear my pussy squelch with every **** stroke, Joy babbles incoherently as she archs her back so hard the back of her head presses into my stomach, and then, the dam breaks.

My... our... pussy spasms so hard I can feel sticky girl cum spatter against my hands and hear it hitting the tiled wall, but I can barely process any of this. My mind is blank, all thoughts washed away by pure bliss, stronger even than during the lecture - because this time, I don't have to worry about getting caught. Crying out in unison, Joy and I let the world know our bliss, even if no one but us will hear it. I can't feel anything but pleasure, all other sensations becoming muted as my legs shake uncontrollably, my whole body writhing in beautiful agony, so intense it's almost painful.

When it finally ebbs away and my body falls limp, I feel sore from the muscle spasms, but the post-orgasmic daze more than makes up for it. The memory of my old, male orgasms feel pale in comparison. But one sensation marrs the perfect contentment I'm feeling, and it's not the way I'm lying on the shower floor all crumpled up: My hands, still wrapped tightly around Joy's technically-hips are being **** apart, Joy's head seemingly sliding upwards on my body. Is she just... stretching?

Drowsy, I look down, and for the second time today, the afterglow is impacted negatively. Before my eyes, I see Joy... growing. Her whole body is expanding, her breasts swelling, her torso lengthening. Already her head has passed my navel, and it shows no sign of stopping. I should probably be panicking, but I can only stare in wonder as the woman that has taken the place of my cock grows ever bigger.