She looked in his eyes as I looked out at her, like a silent twin. Then she blew her breath in my face and giggled. I smiled. She suddenly got a very serious look and said, "Gibb mey tous nacl."
"Mey sfantzer ees tous sfantzer." I replied.
"Glüd!" she cried and hopped with her entire body twisting at the same time. She faced my penis and began to fiddle with it. I craned my neck up to watch. It had a long, inverted foreskin that stretched from the head back up the shaft. She worked her tongue under it. She blew on it, inflating it and formed a seal with her saliva. She laughed, holding it and punching it with her tongue. Igor (as I began to think of this being I inhabited) tried to pretend like he was unaffected, but I knew if he gradually coming unloose, his mind sinking slightly like shifting sand.
She put her mouth over the strange tumescence, rolling her eyes, and squeezed it between her lips. I felt a sensation like an orange ring form, flashing up my spine and then back down again, like a signal. Something shifted under my scrotum, popping from one position to another. Without moving her upper body, she extended her left leg over me and tucked her lithe foot under my head, cradling it with her prehensile toes. She shoved my face between her legs.
I felt her multiform vagina caress my nose. It shied away from a little stubble on my chin, lightly slapped my cheek for the oversight. Finally, it was Igor's time for a laugh, which she cut off by pushing my nose into her clitorises. I pushed around them, breathing hot air from my nostrils over them, while rubbing my lips against her labiae, darting a tongue out to catch the the inner edge as it rippled with contraction.
While our bodies danced with flexion, we began to sing to each other, the vibrations traveling from our odd genitalia through each other's bodies. I thought I could hear a shared melody.