Morning wood

We both slept like the dead that night, never once stirring from our slumber. When I woke the next morning, it was a bit disorienting to be in a different body. The room was the same bedroom, yet it looked different, the air smelled different and I had a massive black cock hotdogging my ass. Strange dark arms were wrapped around my body.

"Morning," Susan whispered, her lips right next to my ear. "I woke up with us in this position, but I didn't want to wake you."

"Thanks," I said.

"I need to get ready for work, but I need to do something about this before I do," she whispered, then began to gring her cock against my body.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I think I want to stick it in your ass."

"What the fuck, Susan?" I asked in shock. "I'm not gay."

"You sure seemed to like cock last night," she said. "Or did I imagine you cumming until you blacked out while I was fucking you with this cock?"

"I did," I admitted. "But in the ass?"

"I let you fuck me in the ass sometimes," Susan said. "I've never been into it, until I found us in this position this morning. Let me see how good it feels and maybe I'll give my ass up more often when you want it."

Maybe it was her body, or maybe it was the promise of getting more anal sex down the road, but either way the offer suddenly seemed very appealing. But Mike was so big! Would he really fit into Susan's asshole?

"It'll fit, I promise," she said as if reading my mind.