He laughed at my widened eyes and told me that he is going to have a lot of fun with me. He kicked my legs so the were spread out, and glared at me wh...n I tried to shut them. Stop! I whimpered, but he called me a slut and said that I had got myself into this mess. He started to line up his cock with my little hole when I remembered that he hadnt put a condom on. Wait! Please remember to use the condom at least! I panicked. What he said next stunned me. Nah, I dont like em, and honestly I dont. Each guy has his own unique flavor. My high school boyfriend ate bowls, and bowls of Cheerios and that is why he tasted like the cereal. A few men have tasted like coffee. Some have had a bitter taste depending on their diet.Yesterday, I was dreaming of my imaginary lover, and how he would taste. Our first virtual date involved my favorite treat, ice cream. My favorite flavor is French Vanilla. It can be transformed into other creations by adding sprinkles, a slice of cake or a wonderful sundae. "Um, what doI call them, you know, while they are in this stage of development?" Identifying one's gender can be a slippery slope sometimes but they allidentify as female now so the she/her pronouns are the best." she said."This will be a good exercise in a social situations for all of us." I guess that's just one more thing I will need to adjust to, I'm sure.It will be odd for me to hear others refer to me as 'she' or 'her' but Isuppose I will get used to it," I said.As I walked back towards. I must have paused for too long because they both said ‘come on, lets see’ in unison. I replied with ‘no chance’, or at least I nearly got the words out before I’d been grabbed by the robe I was wearing and 4 hands began attempting to undo the belt.I’m not small, but I’m very conscious that I don’t want to hurt either Rachel or Gina, so my attempts to fight them off are not proving very effective and they manage to pull the folds of my robe apart enough to expose my cock which, because of all.