Bend That Gender

She turned her pelvis toward the organ, offering herself completely to the rigid member which quickly slid to the bottom of her pussy, filling her completely. A moment later she felt breasts pressing into her own and then lips spread over her mouth. Her eyes opened for an instant to confirm it was Marilyn fucking her, then closed as Shannon gave herself to the kiss. The organ withdrew, then plunged forward, beginning the primordial act of fucking. She groaned into her lover's mouth, then reached around to cup the tight, round cheeks she'd appreciated earlier in the evening. She was surprised that she didn't encounter any tell-tale straps from the dildo, but then admitted she really knew nothing about those things. All she knew was that this creature was fucking her brains out and she was loving every minute of it!

Her earlier lovemaking had taken some of the edge off her excitement and she was able to ride the waves of arousal without driving past the point of no return. Her lover had raised onto her arms, her body between Shannon's wide spread thighs, rising and falling as the insatiable cock continued to pump in and out of her body. Shannon's eyes were open wide now, peering up at Marilyn's beautiful face which somehow mirrored her own excitement. It was as though the cock were fucking them both at the same time! She knew she was getting closer. Glancing down between their bodies she saw in the dim light the thick organ sliding in and out of her pussy. The instrument seemed to spring directly from Marilyn's loins in a remarkable simulation of a real cock. She felt an impulse to reach down to touch the realistic looking organ but hesitated, her eyes lifting to meet Marilyn's gaze. Her lover smiled.

"Touch it lover, feel my cock." Shannon lifted her hand from her side and extended her fingers. Marilyn's invitation shook her. It was almost as though her lover believed she actually had a cock! But the thought quickly slid from awareness as the organ drove her closer to release. Then her fingers made contact with the slippery instrument, grasping it for a moment as it reached the height of it's stroke. Marilyn paused to give her this moment which in truth only added to her dismay. The organ was so lifelike, at once hard and warm, almost with a pulse of its own.