"Then don't stop!"

Susan smiled. Nervously she moved her hips back and then drove her...or my...cock into my dripping wet pussy. I am still not sure how to adequately describe it. The best I can do is say it was like being on the very virge of blowing my load...that moment when your muscles contract and you start to moan. As a guy its followed by that relief where you shoot cum everywhere.

Except that couldnt happen because I didn't have a cock. Instead the muscles in my new pussy began to spasm again and a euphoria washed over me. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed her name. I think I begged her to fuck me harder, which she did.

I felt Susan tense and then there was the strange feeling of warmth shooting inside of me. It made my orgasm even stronger.

A moment later we collapsed to the bed, out of breath. She wrapped an arm around me and held me and I felt an odd sense of comfort wash over me.

"I want to do it again," Susan said.

At that moment my cellphone made a strange noise. I picked it up and looked at the screen.

SPLITTER NOW SYNC'D WITH CONTACT LIST. Two buttons appeared. One said to press to return subjects to original form. The other said to press to explore contacts.