50 -TIT FOR TAT "1990 SANDY THOMAS

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Bob turned to me and said, "You feels like a girl and even squeal like one. With those words he made about ten full deep invasive thrusts each bigger than the next.

"Eeeeeee," I shrieked with each lusty trespass.

My eyes rolled with each penetration while gasping for breath. I was deeply impaled around Bob's stiff stem. I was mating with a man. I knew I made a very sweet girl, but I didn't deserve this.

Bob said to me, "Thank you for being so sweet. You make a wonderful miss.'

I was all like a nightmare. I was being baptized tonight as girl. I was soon to be deeply inseminated with Bob's hot seed. My eyes popped as Bob's thrusts increased in intensity.

I felt so bad. I had liked dressing as a girl and now... Bob's trusts were increasing as I laid his head on the pillow in defeat.

Bob said, "That's a good girl, get comfortable." A few more trusts and suddenly Bob plunged fully into Victor and moaned, "Ahhhhh...." Things had come to their inevitable conclusion.

I groaned, arched my back and uttered a shrill squeal as 'little Bob's' deeply, flooded my belly.

I quickly realized what a man had done in me. Bob made a few more thrusts and softly fell out. I just laid there in humiliation sobbing for breath.

Bob gasped to Jack, "He's better than most of the girls I've had. A little practice and he'd be better!"

I looked at Jack and grimaced at the lusty look in his eyes. Was I going to be forced to submit again?????

Jack asked, "Okay?" I was speechless. Jack pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants. He showed no signs of relenting. I turned over my side and held my hands over my exposed breasts.

Jack climbed on the bed and gently turned me over on my back. He said, "I'm really attracted to you?"

I whispered softly said to Jack, "Don't hurt me." My soft voice seemed higher by an octave.

I stiffened and was confused as Jack took my legs and hooked them over his shoulders. I didn't resist, I knew it was too late for that. I tossed my head and eyed Jack with a cold unflinching defiance.

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With my ankles over his shoulders, Jack positioned himself and suddenly my heavy dark lashes flew up over eyes nearly budged out of their sockets. The shock of what was happening again created the sensation of complete astonishment. I took a sharp breath as reluctantly my body accepted Jack's elevated maleness.

I felt the tortured dullness of disbelief as I again was potently filled with manmeat. I was surprised as chills overcame me and I had time to take a deep breath. I just laid there in passive submission, taking each thrust of Jack's maleness.

My stomach churned with anxiety and frustration at my passive reaction to what was happening. Clenching my teeth, I was furious and overwhelmed, but impotent to stop any feelings.

I moaned as my widely spread nyloned legs trembled with each of Jack's invasions. My feet still in my girlish high heels.

As the intensity increased, my eyes opened and I looked at Jack's face as he intently probed deeply into my belly. I could feel the swelling, only this time I was fully sober and knew what was happening. Again, I was functioning as a female in satisfying a man.

It was like I wasn't there. My legs wrapped around Jack's shoulders pinning me to the bed. It almost looked like Jack was doing push-ups on me. Push-ups they were. I moaned and wiggled my hips with each stuffing of maleness. The springs on the bed began to squeak and my long nails dug into Jack's hips trying in vain to stop the onslaught.

"Wow," Jack whispered to me, "Honey, you're sweet. . .so girlish..." With that he kissed me fully on the lips, pressing his tongue deeply.

Jack's hands roughly roamed around my curves, his tongue probed deeply as I writhed against his aggressions.

I wanted to scream at Jack. My heart was pounding like it was coming through my chest. My hand went to my chest in reaction, feeling his hand on my exposed bare breasts. I must have been hyperventilating because I felt faint, my skin tingled, my vision blurred.

I tried to move but my body stiffened, feeling every stitch of my feminine clothing, from the way my dress was bunched around waist to the tight compression of my nylons and un-giving high heeled pumps.