"Im gonna fuck you sooo fucking hard bitch yooo gonna scream" he pulled almost out of me then rammed back in, I yelped as he bottomed, the pain was un...earable, like a kick in the stomach from inside, he thumped against my cervix. "Yah, scream on that nigga dick bitch" he powered into me again, slap, yelp. When he pulled back it felt like he was dragging my insides out with him. Again, slap, yelp, pull, slap, pull, slap as his balls swung against my ass and my vagina stretched to fit his. I was biologically a boy, enjoyed masturbating, very thoroughly enjoyed anal stimulation, and enjoyed dressing like a girl. It wasn't till the mid-teen years of course that I bothered to start to call into question if my appreciation for those things related in some way to my sexual preferences or sexual identity. I certainly didn't reach any conclusions at the time but didn't let the internal exploration of it worry me too much either. I was who I was.I knew I was attracted to girls and never. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, before we made our way to the corner near the giant TV screen. I soon cheered up by ‘people watching’, gossiping and gazing at the TV which was showing the final instalment of Big Brother with the sound turned off. There was a bit of a commotion at the entrance which made me look up. It was the bloke in the peach polo shirt and his friends arguing over whose round of drinks it was. He immediately caught my eye and cheekily winked. Seconds later he. It was like the hardest moment ever In my life but I just took a deep breath and started walking towards her.As I mentioned, the closer I got and the more I could see her, all I could concentrate was on how beautiful my milf teacher was. She had thick long black hair, magnificent black eyes and last but not the least, her thick juicy lips with a touch of nude shade pink lip gloss that made it perfect.I made it to her and greeted her with a warm smile.Me: Good afternoon, ma’am.Her attention.