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target, and William's hands were holding Bob's hips to give a solid base to thrust against. Was this how a girl felt, Bob wondered, when she was being initiated into sexual intercourse? Excited and frightened, like he was?

Again there was a powerful surge from William's ramrod, and Bob felt his anal sphincter being forced open. It hurt a little, but it also felt simply wonderful in a strange way. To be penetrated, to be possessed sexually, to be raped, in fact, by a virile lover. Being carnally impaled like this fitted in so perfectly with his costume and his appearance and his recent actions. The whole process of being feminized was being completed and pulled together in the perfect ultimate way. In every detail he had been converted into Roberta.

Now William's huge stiff prick was being forced slowly up into Bob's body, and both partners were relishing their sensations. William's crisp pubic hair could be felt against Bob's naked hairless ass as penetration was finalized. William's hands were clasping Bob's smooth round hips in a way that was both a caress and a brace for his coming efforts. Bob was intensely aware of his short flaring, revealing miniskirt, his clinging nylon hose, his cinching cor salette, and the

delightful irritation of his tennisball padded brassiere. Even the long hair of his wig added sensual caresses to his face and neck.