Andygyne 05

ANDYGYNE 5

By Norma Jane

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The previous 4 episodes of 'Andygyne' have related the sexual initiation of an unusually configured transwoman, from her first orgasm to her entering the anus of a woman, Daphna, for whom this was the only available form of intercourse, other than her enormous clitoris. The latter was prominent in its owner's and my educational programme for Andy, which included my own anus. Andy, was pale, blonde, smooth-skinned, with tight, neat breasts and a charming, slightly over-large bottom. Her novel feature was that her small penis had been surgically adapted to resemble a large clitoris at the upper end of a cleverly constructed imitation vulva. Her aspiration was to have sex with her mother, Elaine, though she feared this might have to remain a fantasy. It turned out that Andy was capable of multiple orgasms, remaining erect and needing little recovery time. An account of the fifth night now follows:

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Daphna arrived first, already erect, as was clear when she threw off her dressing-gown, eager for further adventures. She came straight to the point. 'Norma, I so much want to have you come you. I just love it when anyone comes.' And, of course, I was happy about that, so was soon naked, too, on my back on the bed, with Daphna kneeling between my legs, tongue between lapping my labia.

There was a tap at the door. I called, 'Come in,' and Andy, also in a dressing-gown, looked in, uttered a gasp, darted in, closing the door, and threw off the robe. She, too, was already erect, shaking, and without pausing she climbed onto the bed behind Daphna, steadied her, holding her cheeks, and jammed her cock-tip against the invitingly offered anus.

Daphna said, 'Oh yes, go in, go in, go hard.'

It was clear that Andy was ready to rape, if necessary, for with grunts of determined exertion she forced her way in, coming as soon as her glans was past the sphincter, as I could observe in the door-mirror. The instant lubrication enabled her to drive all the way in, her stomach slamming against those charming cheeks. She let out a throaty groan and at once began thrusting in and withdrawing a fraction and thrusting again, her whole lower body juddering, and in a few seconds she obviously came again, with a gasping grunt.

There was something slightly alarming about this, because she was apparently out of control, rutting, pelvis uncontrollably juddering, to the point that, now copiously lubricated she jerked free, partly ejected from Daphna's rhythmic gripping, and sprayed her third ejaculation across the right cheek. Which was enough for me. I said, 'Coming, Daph, coming,' and as I spasmed Daphna exhaled, 'Lovely!' and went rigid.

Thanks to her head being between my thigs, Daphna had enjoyed only a few snatched glances in the mirror, but she had, of course, relished the vigorous thrusting in her rectum, part of the initiation of her orgasm when I came. Now she lifted her head and took a good look, as did I. And what we saw was a little alarming, for Andy was trying to stabilise herself in order to re-enter that receptive orifice. But her whole lower body was now jolting against Daphna's bottom with such force that she was knocked off balance and fell across me, one leg against my vulva. The removal of the bottom meant that Andy, too, lurched forward and fell onto the prone Daphna, cock still erect and jabbing into anything in its way.

Andy let out a cry of desperation, 'Got to come, got to come. Help me!'

Daphna and I quickly disentangled ourselves, and I Daphna squirmed out from under Andy and got off the bed. By main force she managed to raise Andy far enough to release me, and turned her on her side, facing me. 'Toss her!' Daphna barked, and I reached for that still thrusting penis, grabbed and held it, so that it slid between my fingers, jabbing my palm, and it spattered another load into my hand. She moaned as if in pain and fell against me, crushing my hand beneath her, the thrusting now slowing.

'Fuck fever,' Daphna diagnosed. 'Seen it a few times. Happened to you, ever?'

'Something like it a couple of times. Desperate to come but not getting satisfied. Women to the rescue both times. Complete strangers, but they knew. Fingered me off.'

'Let's give her a cool shower, and do what seems the right way to ease her off.'

Andy was beyond making decisions, though clearly in need of further orgasms, as if she needed completely emptying all shemen, and was ready to do whatever we thought fit. So we almost carried her into the cubicle, and the three of us stood crammed together, beneath the luke-warm douche.

Daphna and I crouched either side of Andy, and, without need to consult, we each took a bum-check in one hand, and combined two fingers and thumb apiece to hold embrace most of the length of her little rigid cock. This disposition brought our mouths conveniently close to her breasts, and we naturally applied our tongues and lips her nipples. At the same time we slowly slid her foreskin back and forth a little way.

Her pelvis was rhythmically flexing to thrust that cute little penis through our digits, assisted by our pushing her bottom to support the movement. Her cheeks convulsively clenched and released, adding to Daphna's and my shared enjoyment, enhanced by the anticipation of the impending ejaculation, which we expected to see any moment, by turning our heads a little to look down, without releasing the nipples.

As already mentioned, I am a connoisseur of ejaculations, of which there are many kinds, from modest oozings to multiple discrete jets, depending on the quantity and consistency of the ejaculate, and the propulsive force. Andy's shemen was more liquid than creamy, so I've compared it to buttermilk, and it emerged in three or four successive gushes.

Daphna mumbled round the right nipple, to signal that the orgasm was imminent. I had also, of course, felt the stiffening of the cock, and I mumbled in acknowledgement. Then the shemen shot forth, splatting against the glass of the door in decreasing quantities. At the same time Andy let out a throaty groan, and her cheeks locked together in a massive spasm.

Without letting go with hands, digits and lips, we relaxed our hold on cock, nipples and bottom for perhaps half a minute. Andy's eyes were closed, and she was near-snoring with her lessening gasps. I waited for Daphna to instigate whatever was the next thing to do, and, without speaking, she conveyed what that was by doing it. She took her hand away from the still erect cock, while beginning to caress her hemisphere of the bottom, so I took my hand away and began stroking my half.

Daphna then took her mouth from the nipple and bent to close it gently round the little prick. She sucked gently for several seconds, then took her mouth away. I understood that I was to follow sui, and I released the other nipple to take the cock into my mouth and suck a little. We then took turns to suck, since Daphna had evidently concluded this was the way to elicit at least one more come.

The pelvic thrusting decreased, as if our stroking her bottom was soothing it away, and there was even the impression Andy was swaying on her feet in a near swoon. Her gasps declined into deep breaths, as if she were falling asleep, and then she gave a little sigh, and, between Daphna's withdrawal of her lips and my applying mine, she came again, three gushes which caught Daphna's forehead and chin.

At once, Daphna and I stood and embraced Andy, who was semi-conscious, needing our support. We turned off the water, eased her out of the shower and dried her as best we could. We got her dressing-gown onto her, and half carried, half walked her to her room, turned back her bedclothes, took off the gown, laid her down and covered her. 'Elaine,' she murmured, 'Fuck mummy, fuck mummy,' and fell asleep.