The pleasure Joe received from his first female orgasm was intense. He rode waves of building pleasure...more than he’d ever felt as a man. More than any time with Anna. And this was just from the milk machine hooked up to his udders. He couldn’t concentrate, but one thought...one need...was percolating up through him.
“Annnnnnaaaa...”. He groaned and moved through the heady pleasure. “The...Ferdinand...”
He heard her laugh and felt a wave of embarrassment. That was swept away quickly in the next wave of feminine pleasure. His body....needed. It wanted. It wanted to be filled.
“I’ve got it right here, babe...”
He slid back further in th chair. His tail lashing about in his throes. “God, baby....you’re really into this....”. He felt the thickness just below his tail. Touching new, alien biology. The female genitals he now possessed.
“Annnnnaaa....please....”
She pressed it in and it was like fireworks exploding. Joe let loose with a full bodied moo that was nothing more than bovine, female pleasure. He felt new muscles come to life and pull the dildo in. Anna gasped as his body took control and yanked the Ferdinand out of her hands and it slid into his waiting warmth.
It didn’t feel like plastic. It felt warm and thick and pulsing. His bovine anatomy began to massage the length of the enormous cock He was lost in the depths of massive, animalistic orgasms. He didn’t care about anything other than the cock in his pussy. The cow muscles urging it on. Massaging the bull. Doing what was right.
There was a blast of pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt....it was nearly a religious experience. His body was on fire as he created and blacked out from the pure pleasure....
Anna stood and stared. Joe seemed to be writhing and shifting as he bellowed. She watched as his body was warped and changed by the sensations. When the noise subsided and the milk machine gave a little *ping* she could only stare at...