I started noticing early on that my chest looked feminine, and I liked cartoons aimed at girls.

When I started college, I met a teacher there; he was 53 and loved fucking young guys. He liked my heavy build, and I wanted to turn someone on and be loved.

So, he invited me over to his place.

 By then, I already had experience with rough sex, and I thought it would let me relax enough to give him a blowjob.

But he had other plans. His fingers started caressing my hole, and I liked it—as well as the lubricant he used. He was gentle, but his cock was too big for me. I actually feel sorry for him now, knowing that my delicious little hole was weeping and begging for mercy beneath him.

 And when he entered me, I cried and just wished he would finish quickly. The second time was just as unpleasant... but the main thing that drew me in was that I was wanted and caressed. I was his girl.