This is so weird but ... Oh Gawd! Alan thought as Susan's fingers reached the top of his inner thigh and lightly brushed his vulva.
It was was maddening and enticing and confusing and delicious all at once. As Susan's fingers neared the apex of his thighs, Alan anticipated the thrill and delight of her fingers moving to his testicles. Instead what he received was a moment of confused frustrated undefined need as Susan's fingers drifted even higher than should have been possible. This momentarily confused kinesthesis was instantly overwhelmed by the delightful shock of pleasure that pulsed through Alan's body when Susan's fingers incongruously penetrated his crotch and sent mini explosions coursing through his body that were vaguely like the feeling of approaching orgasm but at the same time, weirdly inverted. Instead of a well defined focused goal of release, it was a strange undefinable need.
Alan could hear feminine gasps and squeals. A small part of his mind recognized that the woman making those noises was himself, but Alan was focused on Susan's hands. Susan was no longer caressing his thighs, but instead was rubbing and penetrating deeper and deeper. This scared Alan at first. Susan's finger felt huge at it entered places Alan was not supposed to have places to enter. Accompanying the fear was an electric delight followed by that weird inverted desire for yet more.
Vaguely aware of the increasing screams and moans of that woman that accompanied his own delights, Alan responded as Susan practically lifted him one handed to a kneeling position that matched his own unfocused desire for more.
Susan wasn't entirely sure exactly how to do this, or for that matter if it was such a good idea after all. Alan seemed so small, but he was literally writhing from her ministrations and she knew he wanted more, even if he didn't yet know that himself. This appendage she'd acquired between her legs was painfully hard and huge. The amazingly powerful body she now had wanted to take cute little Alan right now, no ifs ands or buts.
Well, maybe a butt, she snorted to herself.
Telling herself she would just 'play a little', Susan grasped her new equipment and guided the tip to Alan's wet entrance to use the end instead of her fingers, just to see what it was like.
It is rather nice! she thought, letting just a little bit penetrate as she reached forward and fondled Alan's dangling and bobbing breasts. The more Alan thrashed, the more aroused Susan became as her new male instincts began to take hold.
Alan was beside himself, with fragmented thoughts as he heard his own feminine voice rhythmically gasping.
"Oh Gawd ... Oh Gawd ... Oh Gawd..."
He was slowly and confusedly coming to realize that something was odd when
"OHHH ... AHHHH GGGAAAWWWDDD!"
Alan was spitted!
"WHAAA ... IIEEEE... OH .... OH ... OH ......."
That was as far as he got before it happened again, and again, and again as he screamed out his shock and pleasure in a confusing welter of noise and internal explosions that destroyed conscious thought.
Susan smiled in delight at the sounds her little husband was making, spurring her to faster and harder thrusts until a focused explosion of delight and success coursed through her.
Wow, it doesn't just feel GOOD, it feels VICTORIOUS! A fundamental difference between men an women, she thought as she slowly laid Alan down, draped her huge arm across his soft round little butt and closed her eyes.