Fully servicing the room.

Whilst in the throws of your work on Sasha's clit, you feel the familiar sensation of Alex's hands on either of your cheeks. It's a sensation that's enough to stir you from your goal, causing your eyes to flick upwards, toward Sasha. It seems Greg has moved on from your hand, and is now slowly settling in beside the woman who's most intimate of places is currently being explored with your tongue. It takes you a moment to follow the plot line unfolding, until you simultaneously see Greg slowly lower his dick in front of Sasha's open and ready mouth, and feel the sensation of Alex enter into you.

"Keep going." You hear Alex silently mouth to you, as he begins to slowly explore the place that had so thoroughly become used to his shape over the last day. This is more than enough to further ensure your fervor, and as soon as you begin to feel Alex pound into you, your tongue is deep within Sasha, eliciting a squeak from the girl who had so thoroughly hated you not fifteen minutes ago.

The feeling of fullness, of completeness, with Alex's cock inside of you not only is enough to satiate your growing lust, but also seems to encourage your behavior. As Alex's speed begins to pick up and you feel your body thrust and buck at the familiar sensation, you find yourself not only enjoying the feeling of the clit your tongue is so thoroughly working over, but take pride in it. As your legs grow weaker from under you as you keep your body propped up, the sight of Sasha taking Greg's attempts to deep throat her with such fervor, combined with the lust in her eyes when they might open and meet yours, is more than enough to not only keep you propped up and wet, but **** yourself farther down Alex's shaft so that you might allow him to give you everything he has, while you give Sasha everything you have. Anything that might encourage the man rocking your body and bending it to his will, it seemed, was something your new body was both willing and able to enjoy.

The sounds of all four teen's moans was deafening in the air, with the girls moans being muffled from the work in front of their faces. You feel your legs finally entirely give out, only to be supported by Alex's rapid and rough thrusts, and you immediately know Alex is near his end. As you push yourself as far into Sasha as you can in an attempt to bring her to her own climax, you hear the sounds of Greg finally cum, hot and heavy, at first into Sasha's mouth, and then along her incredible breasts. Just as Sasha has the chance to finally look away from Greg's dick with a fond pause and look down at the girl servicing her, you feel yourself enter that white-hot moment of climax, your body completely giving into the feeling of wholeness as Alex thrusts the last of what he has into you. For the first time since you had been turned into this form, you don't even care if he pulls out this time, the feeling of completeness and joy completely drowning out any of the worries that John Doe might have had in a previous life. But, in your moment of joy, you do feel him pulling out and cumming on the small of your back. In that moment of pure elation as you feel your body embrace that feeling of wholeness only an orgasm can give you, you feel your tongue compress from within Sasha, and her sweet juices run into your mouth as she grabs the back of your head and holds on for dear life as she finally cums, as well.

For a few minutes, there is nothing but the smell of sweat and cum, mixed with the sounds of four people desperately attempting to catch their breath. Those moments seem to press on a bit longer beyond that, even, as Alex collapses beside you and pulls you into an embrace, and Sasha, rather fondly, all of a sudden, nuzzles into you as Greg settles himself in an embrace with her.

In the comfortable silence, it's finally the sound of Alex's satisfied that breaks that comfortable feeling in the air, mirrored by a giggle from behind you.

"We need to do that again..." Greg says, from across the bed.

"Yes." You murmur into Alex, happily purring with content, silently breathing in the man that makes you feel more complete than anything in the world, and feeling the fond trace of a manicured nail along the spine of your back. "Yes, we do."