.. I am still a boy, sir." My statement was no more than a whisper.Coach looked at me intently as I stood there in my gym leotard. I knewhe didn't bel...eve me."You are, are you? I know this must be hard for you, but you are goingto have to accept that you're no longer a boy. Stranger things havehappened with morfs than a sex change. Even if you are still a boy asyou say, I can tell by that uniform you've got on that the school hasyou registered as a female student, which means I can't have you. He lifts my legs unto his shoulders and puts that cunt wrecker of a cock against my tight raw cherry hole. He's so big it won't go in, but I can feel his juices flowly into me. It's like he coming inside me, but I know he's not. His pre lubes me up and I feel my boy cunt lips spreading open to except his fuck stick. The discomfort is minimal and there is no pain as with a loud pop his huge cock head slips inside.The world goes white and then his swollen bull balls are against my skin. His whole. He didn't mess about today. No. Once his hand got far enough underneath my suited skirt to find out that I was going commando, he turned my body round by my hips and pushed me over onto the filing cabinet.He lifted my skirt right over my arse, folding the material over so that it rested at my hips. He wasn't attractive at all, and even though I didn't ask for this experience, I suppose the prior knowledge of what was going to happen enabled my body to be prepared for him.The zipper on his. Story Codes are: M/f, non-consensual, heavy, humiliation, S/M. Copyright is asserted by the author and no reposting to other sites or commercial use whatsoever is authorised.DAMAGED GOODSMe and you we’re not for everyoneMe and you we’re damaged goods.We’re antique and unacceptableAnd just misunderstood.From ‘Freaks in Love’Bernie Taupin & Elton JohnWe have nothing to fear, but fear itself.Well, kind of.I watched her on the treadmill. It was mid-morning and the gym was quiet. In all, about ten.