My name is Marie, my mother's insistence. I grew up as a girl until I got to puberty and then I started to feel differently. I was bathed in testosterone and puberty got me narrow hips, broader shoulders, small breasts and male facial features and a desire for girls in my class. I was also athletic and played on various sports, some of the girls were aggressive and also had male traits and I suffered thru pussy sweats all day long. I fall for a senior girl who played basketball and softball, not that she was so big it is that she is tall like five foot ten and masculine and aggressive and stuff and she likes tough girls. I didn't realize that I had an oversized clitoris until I was with her and her clit stood out when it was hard.

In college I go for girls who are athletic, I go out with a girl on a swimming scholarship, she has broad shoulders, heavy chest but really not protruding tits, firm legs and ass and she has a hard clit and she likes to fuck. I love fucking with her and we fuck whenever we can. Like my first girlfriend from high school she is dominant and I like that. I like having my clit sucked, my clit ground against hers, I like being the one with my legs spread around her. And I like having her force my face in her c**t. It gets worse and I flunk out.

I get a job as a bartender at this bar, it's quiet and mostly it is beer but once in a while wine. No mixed drinks for the crowd. The night time bartender who is my boss says that if it wasn't for my pussy I would be a guy. After close one night when we are setting up he reached under me and grabs my pussy from behind slamming me up against the bar, he shoves me until I can't move and I have my pants pulled down and he fucks me and I have to lean forward for his dick. He's the man, he is hard and I fuck him and I suck his dick and clean up the place and get pregnant.

I am 29 and I am working a bar in a downtown hotel and a lady starts to talk to me, she is a lawyer and she says she likes what she sees, she writes her room number down on the back of the coaster, I write back that I have a daughter I have to go home to, she writes too bad. I make a call to my mother and tell her I have to work late and go back and pocket the coaster and tell her I get off at eleven. Her legs are long, she runs marathons, her tits are hard up against her chest, she face is square like mine, her clit is hard and she fucks me. It has been a long time for me and I really get into it and I get held down and she kneels over my face and teases me with her c**t, until she lowers herself on my face and mouth.

I can't help it, I am a sucker for a woman with balls. But I have to go home, I can't stay, I have a daughter at home. I live with my mother and I can't stay out all night.

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by Anonymous on Mar 31, 2019 at 2:16 AM

My Mom's a lesbian and owns a locally famous lesbian bar. Much to her disappointment I'm a guy. She wanted a daughter but got me. I grew up in her bar. I used to think I had a lot of older sisters until I found out that Mom was only a nickname they called her. She wasn't really their Mom. I'm 22 now. I quit my job as a bartender at her bar and moved out of her house when I was 18 and went to a doctor other than the one who was her friend. Turns out the reason I have a one inch long dick and man boobs bigger than my grandmother's and the reason I'm short and have the voice of a 12 year old girl and the reason I can't grow a beard is because she'd put me on female hormones 13 years ago. Basically she chemically castrated me without my consent for having the audacity to choose to commit the crime of being born male.

So I'm not exactly a fan of lesbians. My new doctor told me there is little that I can do. My testicles have been totally destroyed by 13 years of megadoses of female hormones. I also found out that the real reason my Dad is in prison was for r*ping me when I was 5 only he never laid a hand on me and I never said he did. Mom simply made the accusation and he was advised by his lawyer to make a plea deal. He got 20 years and will be released in 3 years. I don't actually remember having met my Dad since Mom was only married to him for a year and got divorced while she was still pregnant with me. He certainly never lived with us. The court won't let me visit him or write him since there is a law barring communication between a "victim" and the person who committed a sex crime against them if the victim was under age at the time of the "crime." I have to wait until He gets out of prison before I can actually meet my Dad for the first time ever.

We both got screwed by the same lesbian bitch.



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by Anonymous on Mar 31, 2019 at 2:55 PM

So do you like munching the rug ?
How does your asshole smell after a good 8 hours. ?
Is your gusset nice and sweet or does it look like someone has cracked an egg in it ?

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