I’ll make him scream my name as I ram my cock up his pussy. Then our teacher tells me, I have cocks that will split you in two. We won’t need no l...be. You’ll be on your knees, sucking my cocks. Then you will bend over. Spread your cheeks. And beg me to fuck you. I would rather have you fuck me but if you are chaste, I promise you and I promise your wife, I’m ready willing and able to fuck you anytime, anywhere, anyplace. You’ll be my botch. I’ll slap you around as I lead you around by the. In the early stages of my bi life I went through what I believed was the normal process for a guy who considered himself straight to actually finding out my bi tendencies were far stronger than I originally thought. Not going to lie it was difficult and lots of times I was riddled with guilt after my MM encounters. Walking away from giving a blow job I would be thinking how it wasn’t right and my religious upbringing made the guilt hurt that much more. Things changed when I found myself the. ”“‘I tell you ‘no’. What do you say?”“Please...”“I say no, not until I do. What do you say?”“Oh god, please. I’ll do anything!”I smiled.“Would you let me fuck you?”There was a hopeful pause, followed by a confident “No.”God damn it, Lucy.I knew how hard it had been for her. She’d asked me to tie her to the bedpost as she slept, just so that she wouldn’t accidentally touch herself overnight and disobey me.I’d obliged, of course. I’d do most anything for my sister.That, and it made it far easier. "What are you laughing about?" Ms. Bloom asked."When I was 18 years old, and if I'd have had my change by then I'd look like an 18 year old girl that needs to be on a diet, starting yesterday." I went on to explain to her that I had no illusions about my appearance. "I've always been a big girl, I love being a big girl, and that's what I'll always be."In short I embrace that part of me that states unequivocally, 'I'm a woman who loves each and every part of my life.' I don't want to be on the.