Andy as Mandy Lose His 'Virginity'

Andy continues the tale where Polly left off... just heading home after a trip to the sex shop.

I couldn't really believe what was happening to me, nor what had happened so far. I had just walked out in town as a slim and sexy woman, with my new friends in tow and my cock tightly constrained in the shiny latex knickers given to me by Cheryl. I had even bought a strap-on fake cock, having never been in a sex shop before. And Polly had made it very clear that as well as using it themselves, they intended me to sample its delights. I had stoked its long, ridged and apparently very lifelike form and shivered before paying a very slim, sexy female assistant for it. No drinks for us, we decided to go home, and although I was looking forward to it there was a certain trepidation in not knowing just what they had planned.

In the car Cheryl started the moves, and we were soon entwined in a very passionate kiss. I let myself go, and melted into her arms, fully playing up my role as submissive playmate. I felt Cheryl's hands roam around my back and onto my tight buttocks, her tongue insistently probing between my lips and exploring my mouth and tongue. I wrapped my hands around Cheryl and slowly slid them down her back. I rolled her firm cheeks in my hands through the silk of her skirt.

All the time I could see that Polly was watching us in the re-positioned rear view mirror and twitching in the driver's seat. Cheryl was now fondling my fake breasts, but as far as I was concerned they were mine, sending shivers and electric jolts straight to my cock as they were held, rolled, tweaked and caressed through the clothing I was wearing. I tried to edge my hands down to the hem of Cheryl's skirt, but my hands were moved carefully back up to her breasts and the signal was definitely to stay clear until later.

Soon we were back at the house, and Polly took immediate control. "In, Mandy remove your knickers and kneel in readiness to serve both Cheryl and I with your very under used tongue." I immediately responded and slipped my hands under my skirt, reaching for the latex knickers Cheryl had given me earlier. I knew my cock was aching beneath them and it sprang free as I pulled the shiny fabric down my stocking clad legs and off over the heeled shoes I was wearing, almost with pride now. Putting them to one side I knelt as Polly approached.