As a schoolgirl she'd had the conventional romantic fantasies of swooning and melting away in some man's arms, of getting married and living in an ivy...covered cottage, of having kids and backyard barbecues, and all the rest. But, reality got in the way. Sex. Horrid, unclean, messy sex.She had lost her virginity the night of the Junior Prom. Her date had been very insistent. And very clumsy. It had hurt, and she had cried -- out of disappointment and grief as much as from the pain. And. It felt like I was fucking a girl beneath me, as I watched this beautiful powerful woman fuck me. I roared and she slapped and beat on me all the more as my muscles all fought their bonds! It was horrible. It was wonderful. It was degrading. It was liberating. When she pulled the toy out of me I was so confused. I did not want to be fucked up the ass by her. I instantly felt empty and craved that feeling again! I felt her release my legs, then move to the head board and release my. Ashton tried to fight,but the man was too strong. He knew what was about to happen. He lookedaway focusing on a light in the distance. He waited for it to all beover. He imagined he wasn't there. Then he was back in the bar.Ashton looked at himself, he was wearing men's clothing. Ever since'that night' he stopped wearing pretty clothing and makeup and he triedto be a man. He tried to act like a man too. The animal had taken somuch from him. That rapist had changed him in so many ways. Warm wetnessgreeted him, making him gasp in surprise at how cool it felt in contrastto his warm shaft.Her wiggling made him concentrate, her hands cupping her breasts. Why didhe ignore them? That was strange for a man who loved the feel of herlovely cleavage. David didn?t care about them though while he pushedforward.The woman?s soft insides expanded around his shaft, her pussy tinglingfrom the invasion of his hot member. Gasping for air he thrust inside ofher with abandon. Once again he felt.