By now, my right hand had slipped beneath my black cotton briefs and my fingers were sliding easily in and out of my wet pussy – I was, after all, o...ly human, and the lust I had been trying to assuage with the previous dildo masturbation since 4.00am, was now washing over me, my first reward was close and I knew what was coming. The anticipation was, as usual, nearly as good as the experience. Sure enough as I watched, Mr Butt ordered, ‘Slutgirl! Mouth!’ I hastened over to my Master and quickly. "The woman traces the hem of her fluorescent pink booty shorts with her thumbs. "Doesn't look like they're here to me." The man then speaks. "Methinks he stood you up. Cute little things like you deserve better." The two close in, now sitting on either side of me. Both of the strangers shift their garments in such a way that both their penises effortlessly flop out.Wait... both? One of them is a girl though. She looks like one, at least. Don’t tell me that she is actually a… “I-I’m a guy, you. I bled all over my sheets. Even so, I had no regrets. Tyler was considerate of my pain and very careful as he ripped my hymen. He wanted to stop when I cried out after he tore it. I wouldn't let him.I insisted that Ty keep going as his dick invaded my too tight pussy. He pushed and pushed. Slowly he stretched my pussy until it could accommodate all six inches of his big tool. We clasped our naked bodies tightly together as I grew accustomed to the feeling of truly being a woman.Tyler began. I will give just a synopsis of his briefing. The first thing we learned was that on the airfield with us were about 1000 US troops, from the 10th Mountain Division, and – shock horror – we were going to be dressed in the uniform of, equipped with the weapons of, and be under the overall command of a one star general in the United States Army, Tommy Franks. The reason for our transmogrification into GIs was to allay the fears of the local Uzbeks, who might think they were being invaded by many.