Andygyne 6

ANDYGYNE 6

By Norma Jane

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The context to this sequence of seven episodes about the sexual imitation an unusually configures transwoman, Andrea or Andy, was a week's course for teachers of English as a second language taking place in Belgium. The previous 5 episodes have related the sexual initiation of an unusually configured transwoman, from her first orgasm, via her entering the bottom of a woman, Daphna, to her reaching the extreme arousal of a form of sexual frenzy, Thanks to some past gynaecological problem Daphna's only available form of intercourse was anal. She was also, however, equipped with an enormous clitoris, which provided easy, multiple orgasms. 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 also capable of multiple orgasms, remaining erect and needing little recovery time. An account of the sixth, and last, night of her new experiences follows.

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Andy had not yet sexually engaged with another transwoman, so I had arranged with Robyn, a course participant, to join us, Andy, Daphna and me, for this last evening. I must, then, describe Robyn, and start by saying she was, is, one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen. She is about my height, five feet five, but trimmer in figure.

Everything about her is tight, smooth and unblemished. Her breasts are perfectly symmetrical, medium-sized, so firm there is never a wobble or sag, and her bra is just to prevent her dark pink, exactly matching nipples from rubbing. Their areolas are exactly circular, slightly raised, the nipples, exactly centred and protruding a quarter-inch at rest, lengthening considerably when aroused. She is honey-coloured, thanks to her ethnically mixed genes, and while her bust measurement is 35 inches, her waist is 20, thanks in part to her rigorous exercise regime and spare diet. The result is that her 36 inch hips swell out from the waist in generous curves, into a deep-cheeked bottom, as firm as her breasts, so tight-fleshed it gives the impression of being bullet-proof. I don't think she does the party-trick of cracking walnuts in her crack, but I suspect she could crush Plum stones between those sumptuous buttocks.

She has two other notable features. First, she has a long, thin penis, which she keeps stored between those perfect buttocks, and, second, its erected 9 inches are able to give me cervical orgasms. I have had plenty of other cocks capable of reaching that deep inside, but there was something about Robyn's tool that worked the magic. I suspect the secret was that her shield protruded, as if the rim of a mushroom-cap were slightly turned up and and was extra hard, so that as it rubbed against my cervix it generated a special touch and resonance.

She has two other abilities. Thanks to a long regime of gymnastics and self-discipline, she has control of her erection, arousal and orgasm, so she can happily remain erect within me as long as is needed to set off the cervical orgasm. She can also come backwards, so that if she does have party trick it is to sit on a suitable chair with her penis pointing rearwards between her cheeks, its glans plain to see, so that when she rocks back and forward a little her shemen spurts forth in three or four creamy dollops. I know there are other transwomen who can do this, if suitably equipped, but she is the only one I've ever seen. And, as if that were not enough of her talents, she can come in her own bum. Since her penis is long enough and she can control its engorgement to some degree, she is able to bend it back between her tight-up testes and work its glans inside her bottom. I love to see her do this, clench here buttocks a couple of times, and stop as her shemen oozes out around the shaft.

Daphna and I were a little anxious that after Andy's extreme coming of the night before, and a long day's work, finishing late, she might be too tired, or empty, to participate on this last night. But she joined us soon after supper, and informed us that she was hazy on the events on the night before, but was eager for tonight's adventures. She threw off her dressing-gown to reveal her state or readiness, and as Daphna and I were disrobing, Robyn arrived, fully dressed.

In her always calm, controlled manner she said, 'Aha, so this is the special person you've been bringing on. So pretty, and that's not just that cute cock. Unusual, too, clit-like with those clever labia. So, ladies, what is my role in the educational programme?'

I said, 'She has not yet been with another transwoman, so she doesn't know what it's like to be penetrated by one, or to penetrate one. She has enjoyed Daphna's bottom, but - '

'Say no more,' Robyn said, 'I'm looking forward to be the first in both ways - not often I can take a virginity in one way, never mind in two. Perhaps she'd like to undress me?'

Andy was ready, willing and able, but understood that Robyn was a measured, step-by-step, person, primed to enjoy every stage, every moment, of any human interaction. So, she began by simply gazing into Robyn's large, beautiful dark eyes and then embracing and kissing her. Robyn responded, relishing the contact of lips and tongues. They ran their hands up and down each other's backs, flanks and thighs, though Andy was so far content to enjoy Robyn's lovely contours through her clothing.

Robyn's other ability is to take control of any situation, organising and ordering it, according to her long-practised disposition to make everything deliberate. So, when she withdrew from Andy's arms and gave a little nod, Andy understood she was to undress Robyn, without haste, enjoying the process. And Robyn began always began sexual activity fully dressed, allergic to any frenzied tearing off of garments. Realising that was so, Andy steadily undid all the buttons of the shirt, then unzipped the skirt a little way to be able to free the shirt-tails, carefully re-zipping after so doing, because it was not yet time for skirt-removal. It was bra-removal time, but only after appreciating its snug fit and shapely contents. Andy was plainly, understandable, awed by Roby's beauty. But an encouraging smile emboldened her to reach round, unhook the bra and draw it slowly off. And there were those perfect breasts, not having moved during and after the dis-bra-ing.

Andy was wondering what to do next, and Robyn resolved this with a gesture which drew Daphna and me to stand beside her, bend forward and approach our lips to those charming nipples, which visibly erected, as if Robyn were consciously directing them. Which maybe she was, given the degree of control she had over her body, even over those parts which in other women respond to external stimulation.

Andy was fascinated, as Robyn closed her eyes, and raised her arms to hold Daphna and me at the backs of our heads. At the same time, Andy divined that she should now take off the skirt, and she unzipped and slipped it down Robyn's legs to the floor, enabling Robyn to step out of it. As she did so, Andy slipped off the neat pumps, too. Then she stood up, stepped back and contemplated the tableau of two naked bodies flanking a knickered third body. And as she watched, Robyn slid her hands down the two flankers backs and caressed their bottoms. Which had something like a hypnotic effect, as if Robyn's touch had an irresistible power of arousal. I should all that her deliberate control generated an atmosphere of slowly accumulating sexual excitation.

Not that Daphna and I needed much encouragement. Daphna's erect clitoris was poking at Robyn's knickers, and my cunty secretions were flooding my vestibule. As for Andy, her little cock was well erected. The three of us were in thrall to Robyn, awaiting her direction patiently, sure of fulfilment by whatever sequence of moves Robyn instigated.

The sequence began with Robyn opening her eyes to gaze at Andy. Daphna and I saw this out of the corners of our eyes, as we continued to suck the nipples gently.

Then Andy stepped forward to inserted her fingers up into the perfectly fitting, pale green knickers, at the hips, and drew them slowly, carefully down the legs to the bare feet, which stepped out of them. Andy picked them up, almost reverently, and laid them on the bed, as if they would have some further function. Then she stepped back again, and gazed in wonder at the smooth, flat stomach and the half moon of soft muff. Daphna and I were amused that Andy was puzzled be the apparent absence of penis, which had been expecting, informed that Robyn was, like herself, a transwoman.

There was then a long moment of apparent stasis, during which Robyn stiffened a little in orgasm, from Daphna and my attention to her nipples. Which we relinquished when it was over, stepping away afterwards. She gave a little chuckle and performed a dip of the hips, like the start of a curtsey. Daphna and I had seen and loved this special movement before, but it was new to Andy, of course, and she gave little gasp, as the move released the penis, which fell from between the buttocks and flopped against a thigh. The orgasm had not engorged it, and it lay flaccid, nearly as long as when hard, because it was one of those cocks which don't need to swell and lengthen very much to be fully erect.

Andy's awe in the presence of Robyn increased, mentally measuring the latter's tool, and, presumably imagining it lodged in her bottom, because she knew that tonight was the testing time for her potential enjoyment, or otherwise, of anal penetration. She was, however, determined to press on, or in, with the experiment, and awaiting Robyn's directions.

Silently, Robyn fetched me to the bed and positioned me so that I was kneeling on the bed, facing the door, bottom presented for whatever Robyn decreed. She then positioned Andy in exactly the same position, so close to me that our cheeks were touching. Then, without bother, or needing, to check if I were sufficiently slippery, Robyn approached the two bottoms, but standing to the side, so that their owners could observe Robyn in the door-mirror, and what happened next both astonished and excited Andy, for that floppy penis began, slowly, slowly, to engorge, It thickened and started to lift, the glans inflating. It was as if Robyn were causing this arousal, consciously controlling the progress of her member. She watched our faces in the mirror as we watched the erection building, and when it was clear that the organ was stiff enough, Robyn stepped sideways to stand behind me, and I felt her glans gently probing at the lower reaches of my crack, seeking my vestibule. Andy could not see this, of course, as our bodies were obscuring the mirror, but she clearly guess what was happening and the idea of it was exciting her.

The cock-tip located my entrance and Robyn moved forward just enough to lodge the first third or half of her glans within me. I was quite open and lubricated enough for her entry to be quite easy. She waiting a moment, as if deciding whether or not to proceed, long enough for me, and probably Andy, to wonder whether Robyn would simply gather my aspic, withdraw and seek Andy's anus. That is not what followed, for Robyn drove slowly into my vagina, giving me the feeling that Robyn was relishing every inch, as if her very brain were in that questing penis, acutely aware of the cunt-contours. She had, of course, enough length to lodge her shield alongside my cervix, though I report only that that was what it felt like. She then began a sequence of small rapid withdrawals and jabs, and I I knew that could, should, eventually, after a few minutes, would make me orgasm. This would be, and was, a kind of sensory explosion in my very depths, which spread like wildfire along every nerve in my body, all culminating in a second explosion in my brain, to the point I nearly fainted.

Robyn remained in control. She clearly enjoyed her travels within my vagina, and its pulsations and spasms aroused her to the point of near-climax. But she did not ejaculate, having other plans. Which were to remain within me for the duration of my orgasm and a little longer, before she withdrew, moved sideways, and I surmised, began probing with that heat-seeking warhead to locate Andy's anus. This did not take long, as I knew from Andy's indrawn breath.

Robyn must have signalled Daphna, for she appeared in the mirror, standing beside Robyn, reaching to hold the penis poised for penetration. Het mission was, in fact, to facilitate intromission, I guessed, by helping to direct entry and keep the cock rigid as it drove slowly in. Which is what it did, accompanied by Andy's gasps and murmurs of wonder.

I could tell when the whole nine inches were inside, for Daphna was moving in such a way as to indicate that she was now pushing Robyn's bottom to force her in to the maximum, and that was the moment that Robyn spoke for the first time. She said, 'Coming,' quietly, almost matter-of-factly, and Andy signalled she could feel that hot flood within her with a louder gasp. At the same time, the ejaculate acted as lubricant and Robyn pumped in and out a few times to complete her orgasm. At the same time, I saw that Daphna had reached round the front of Andy's nearer thigh, and she was obviously tossing off that little cock. Which responded at once, judging by Andy's intake of breath and her shuddering against my cheek.

We remained in position like that for a few minutes. Then Robyn silently re-arranged us, so that she herself stepped back and helped Andy off the bed to stand beside her. She moved Daphna behind me, and I felt that well-charged clitoris probing into my crack. Which contact was enough to make Daphna come. I could see her face in the mirror, and it broke into a smile of satisfaction. Robyn gave a few moments to relish the aftermath, then moved her aside and positioned Andy where Daphna had been. She herself lay across the bed on her back beside me, knees drawn up, offering her anus for Andy to enter, after she, Andy, had sought into my vestibule with her prick to gather Robyn's shemen.

She then knelt beside the bed between Robyn's thighs and probed for her anus. Robyn's bodily control came into play again, for, I could see, having stood back myself, my function now discharged, that the sphincter relaxed to allow easy entry, and Andy pushed home. She also realised that Robyn's cock was still fully erect and available. Thus, she was now, for the first time, going to toss off another transwoman. She took the penis in her hand and began to milk it gently, as Daphna and I watched spellbound.

Robyn's intention, we guessed, was for the two transwomen to come together, and Robyn made this happen by clenching her bottom to squeeze Andy's prick, and as it splurged inside Robyn ejaculated five dollops of cream onto her breasts and stomach. Both of them gave forth gusty sighs, and Andy's experience of being penetrated by a transwoman and of penetrating a transwoman had been achieved. It was now up to her, having sampled cunt, woman-bum and transwoman-bum, to decide what she favoured for the future. She had also to consider the ways in which she would make love with Elaine, supposing that lady were compliant. Daphna and I shared a look, as we stood over the post-orgasmic couple, conveying the near-certainty that mummy would indeed gratify her transdaugher, and herself.