He has also had a full STD test, and proudly shows me the text giving him the all-clear. He hasn’t been with anyone since that fateful night before ...Christmas.The first person he is going to fuck is me, and he wants it dirty, hence my successful efforts to be the smelly little tranny that he desires.I must have perfect hair though. Like the makeup, it’s essential that I appear to be one thing (a stylish, sophisticated transgender woman in her thirties) while being quite another (a rampant. On the third day, in the middle of the class, my pen fall down and I bend down to take it. Unknowingly, my shoulders touched his knee and he shakes his leg in such a way that it pressed my boobs. I felt like a shock passing thru me and did not speak out. After an hour while I was writing down the notes, he just touched my boobs on the dress and rubbed hard. I was shocked and stood up. He immediately stood up, hold me tight and kissed me on lips. I was breathless but tried to resist. But he knew. What I hadn’t counted on in the empty classroom was a witness to my spanking.Miss Granger was not the kind of teacher to hairbrush behinds. She was easy going and bore my over enthusiastic talking out of turn during class. Behavior I knew would automatically get me a burning butt in Math, Science and English. Those core teachers were quick to hairbrush and we all knew it. However, this did not deter her from giving out demerits for talking in class. This was an aspect of class I led. I figured. After what seemed like an eternity I felt him leaning completely into me and he was all in. The sensation was amazing, some pain of accommodating his girth and length but at the same time I was filled with lust having submitted and being topped by my cousin and his huge cock. He began to slowly move in and out and I could feel my ass straining but taking him in. After a while his pumping became steadier as he moved more of his cock in and out of me. "Alright, baby, you got the rhythm now." John.