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her hand so her middle finger bent in separately and pressed firmly against the swollen lips. A little more pressure from me, and the finger disappeared inside without meeting any resistance. A moment or two later, following just the briefest digital hint from me, Indira was away, frigging herself enthusiastically while I once again turned my full attention to higher matters, two higher matters, as it happened.
Her first orgasm as a woman - Andrea's that is, for I doubted whether the original inhabitant of this lovely body was a stranger in that department - came quickly, and with a shattering effect that took me as much by surprise as it evidently did her. She let out a loud shriek, her eyes bulged as if she were being strangled and she lurched forwards, knocking me sideways before rolling off me onto her back atop the bed, the invading finger still going nineteen to the dozen and her stocking-clad feet kicking at the air.
Almost immediately there was an urgent knocking on the door, followed by the sound of Erik's voice. I had forgotten all about our protector, who must have thought Indira's scream of passion was something else. I rolled off the bed and staggered across the room, leaning against the door. Behind me Indira was beginning to subside, but I noticed that her self-ministrations continued, if now at a slightly less frenetic pace.
'It's all right, Erik,' I called out. 'I just stubbed my toe on the end of the bed. Sorry if I alarmed you.'
He grunted something in his native tongue, and then in English asked if I was sure I was all right.
I assured him I was and that he could safely go back to bed, and then listened as I heard his footsteps retreating across the landing.
'Well, miss,' I said, turning back to Indira, who now lay motionless, her right hand trapped out of sight between her thighs, 'I reckon we'll have to consider gagging you before we try that again, otherwise you'll have the entire town awake.'
The shift happened, as ever, without warning. One moment I was lying alongside Indira, both of us now naked and gently cuddling and exploring each other's bodies, and the next I was back in the garage again, only this time I was no longer alone, for Anne-Marie was standing in front of me and beside her was Andy, or at least I assumed it was Andy, for not only had our devious mistress effected the usual transformation into Andrea upon him, this time she had gone even further.
Like me, my transvestite lover was dressed from head-to-toe in rubber, starting from the bottom with thigh-high boots from which the sleekly polished legs of the cat suit emerged. Above this, and over the cat suit, a rubber corset, mostly black, but with piping and frilled dark-red latex edges at the top and bottom, constricted his waist and supported a pair of heavy artificial breasts that sat in moulded cups inside the suit.
Again, like me, Andrea had been hooded, but this was a hood with a difference, and for a moment I thought the face part had been left exposed, until I realised the flesh-coloured portion was as much a part of the thing as the black hooding section, and that the features had been formed from the rubber itself, giving the effect of a large pouting mouth, a wide nose and huge, staring blue eyes emphasised with what appeared on the surface to be extravagantly applied make-up and a pair of the longest, heaviest eyelashes I had ever seen.
'Meet Andrea the love doll,' Anne-Marie said.
I stared at the face in awe, and then looked down again, just to check that what I thought I had seen the first time was really there. It was, and what a contrast to the face and the rest of the body, for from the triangular crotch piece attached to the bottom hem of the corset jutted a massive black phallus complete with unbelievably large black testicles hanging beneath. The effect of this monster when set against and contrasted with the undoubtedly feminine appearance of its owner was truly spectacular and quite
Her first orgasm as a woman - Andrea's that is, for I doubted whether the original inhabitant of this lovely body was a stranger in that department - came quickly, and with a shattering effect that took me as much by surprise as it evidently did her. She let out a loud shriek, her eyes bulged as if she were being strangled and she lurched forwards, knocking me sideways before rolling off me onto her back atop the bed, the invading finger still going nineteen to the dozen and her stocking-clad feet kicking at the air.
Almost immediately there was an urgent knocking on the door, followed by the sound of Erik's voice. I had forgotten all about our protector, who must have thought Indira's scream of passion was something else. I rolled off the bed and staggered across the room, leaning against the door. Behind me Indira was beginning to subside, but I noticed that her self-ministrations continued, if now at a slightly less frenetic pace.
'It's all right, Erik,' I called out. 'I just stubbed my toe on the end of the bed. Sorry if I alarmed you.'
He grunted something in his native tongue, and then in English asked if I was sure I was all right.
I assured him I was and that he could safely go back to bed, and then listened as I heard his footsteps retreating across the landing.
'Well, miss,' I said, turning back to Indira, who now lay motionless, her right hand trapped out of sight between her thighs, 'I reckon we'll have to consider gagging you before we try that again, otherwise you'll have the entire town awake.'
The shift happened, as ever, without warning. One moment I was lying alongside Indira, both of us now naked and gently cuddling and exploring each other's bodies, and the next I was back in the garage again, only this time I was no longer alone, for Anne-Marie was standing in front of me and beside her was Andy, or at least I assumed it was Andy, for not only had our devious mistress effected the usual transformation into Andrea upon him, this time she had gone even further.
Like me, my transvestite lover was dressed from head-to-toe in rubber, starting from the bottom with thigh-high boots from which the sleekly polished legs of the cat suit emerged. Above this, and over the cat suit, a rubber corset, mostly black, but with piping and frilled dark-red latex edges at the top and bottom, constricted his waist and supported a pair of heavy artificial breasts that sat in moulded cups inside the suit.
Again, like me, Andrea had been hooded, but this was a hood with a difference, and for a moment I thought the face part had been left exposed, until I realised the flesh-coloured portion was as much a part of the thing as the black hooding section, and that the features had been formed from the rubber itself, giving the effect of a large pouting mouth, a wide nose and huge, staring blue eyes emphasised with what appeared on the surface to be extravagantly applied make-up and a pair of the longest, heaviest eyelashes I had ever seen.
'Meet Andrea the love doll,' Anne-Marie said.
I stared at the face in awe, and then looked down again, just to check that what I thought I had seen the first time was really there. It was, and what a contrast to the face and the rest of the body, for from the triangular crotch piece attached to the bottom hem of the corset jutted a massive black phallus complete with unbelievably large black testicles hanging beneath. The effect of this monster when set against and contrasted with the undoubtedly feminine appearance of its owner was truly spectacular and quite
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