Jacks cock was becoming hard inside me, swelling and staying that way. Rigormortis, that had to be it. Oh GOD, it was morbid, but I couldn't help it. ... began moving my hips up and down, moving Jacks dead cock in and out of my pussy, useing my pussy muscles to milk his shaft. I fucked the dead organ, bringing myself off. I felt so nasty, so dirty, I swore I wouldn't do it again. Ten minutes later, I was fucking his dick again. I watched the sun and shadows travel across Jacks bedroom. Dusk was. "And what is this cute little bear's name?" Buster, I believe. What's your name, cute little bear?" Jock inquired blandly."Get me out of this goddamn suit!" Axel Borman's muffled voice roared out of the bear's head. He raised a front paw with sharp curved black claws and lightly stroked June's rounded tapering thigh, leaving a trail of faint white scratch marks on her creamy white skin."Oh, the poor thing's trying to tell us something," June exclaimed compassionately. "Whatever do you suppose. I closed my eyes and let my soul slip out of my body into the feyhound’s form.I settled into my new form, rising up onto the four legs. My body felt long and lean. I glanced around, my perspective lower. I breathed through the feyhound’s nose and ... smelled. My other proxies had the sense of touch, I could be stimulated sexually through them, but I couldn’t smell. I couldn’t taste.I didn’t even understand how I could imbue the feyhound. I hadn’t prepared it. I hadn’t bonded to it. It just .... She was such an amazing oral lover. She loved cumming all over my face but really enjoyed lavishing my cock with wet sloppy attention at the same time. And she knew me so well; not only was the wetness and noise and gulping and eager moaning such a beautiful gift of pleasure to me, but she amazed me with the incredible control she had in manipulating my sensations of pleasure. I was all at once the recipient of a beautifully erotic and sensuous gift, and yet a plaything in her hands and mouth..