Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders

Chapter Two

 

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I had a girlfriend now. One of the hottest chicks in school, without a doubt. Stacy was a cheerleader, tall and slender the way a 17-year-old high school girl should be, with long, brown legs, a perfectly round butt, and unbelievably perfect tits. She could have been a model with her caramel eyes, high cheeks and generous smile, and every guy in school lusted after Stacy, believe me.

When the word got out that she'd chosen me to be her boyfriend, I became the instant envy of not only my classmates, but even some of the teachers as well. Like Mr. Holden, my math teacher, who gave me a small grin and a shake of his head. He seemed like an okay man, but being rather large and rather black, I worried at first that he might have been a little concerned about a black girl dating a white boy.

"So Matthew, I heard a rumor that you're Stacy's new boyfriend," he said, stopping me after class early on Monday morning.

"Yeah, I guess…Um…Yes sir," I swallowed hard because I honestly hadn't expected the news to get around so quickly.

"Hmph," he looked me up and down as I stood there nervously, not quite sure what he wanted. Mr. Holden didn't look exactly happy though, but not angry either and I fidgeted beneath his deliberate gaze.

"Is that…okay?" I asked, which sounds like a dumb thing to say, but I felt like I stood in front of Stacy's dad or something. I mean, he just had that look and being a teacher, Mr. Holden was something of an authority figure anyway.

"Doesn't bother me," he said, relaxing with a deep chuckle. "I suppose I'll be seeing a lot more of you from now on."

"You will?" I smiled at that, but I had no idea what the man meant.

"Get to your next class," he said, dismissing me with a wave of his hand as his next batch of students began filing slowly into the classroom.

"Yes sir," I nodded quickly, slipping into the hallway amidst whispers and curious looks from the other kids.

By the end of second period, it seemed everyone knew Stacy had picked me to be her boyfriend and I wasn't exactly sure how to feel about that. I'd suffered all weekend, wrestling with my shame and guilt over what she'd done to me Friday night. I'd been torn between desire for the beautiful girl and a deep sense of humiliation at the knowledge that Stacy wasn't really a girl at all.

The gorgeous, black cheerleader had a big cock and sperm filled balls, and she'd made me suck her off before raping my virgin ass. I hadn't told my parents and I'd avoided them as much as I could, which wasn't hard since they sort of expected it from their sixteen-year-old son. I just couldn't face them, especially my dad, not after what I'd done with Stacy. She'd turned me into a fag, a cocksucking pussy, and the worst part was how much I'd enjoyed it. My butt was sore, yeah, but that pain had been nothing compared to the suffering of my ego and self-esteem.

Stacy had broken me and I'd surrendered completely, to the point where I'd cum while she'd fucked me. I'd kissed her sweet mouth and thrust my ass against her fat cock like a slut. I'd fallen in love with her completely, but still I ached with guilt. I burned with shame. I felt ripped apart as the person I'd always imagined myself to be warred with…and lost…to the person Stacy wanted me to be. I'd accepted the fact that I was a fag, a cocksucking homo who worshipped Stacy's hard cock and cum-filled balls at her command. Now I just had to find some way to live with it.

My greatest fear had been that everyone would know. That Stacy's secret wasn't really a secret at all and every kid in school knew she had a cock. They'd know I had to be a faggot then, if we were going out, and the idea terrified me. I'd almost stayed home that morning and I'd complained of not feeling well to my mom, but she'd packed me off to school anyway. I hadn't tried very hard though, I have to admit, because my fear was tempered with the almost overwhelming desire to see Stacy again. I couldn't help it; I loved her.

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Back up for a second…

"What do you mean, nobody knows?" I asked Dave as he drove us to school. He had a car and I only wanted one, much like our two friends, Josh and Kyle, who were in the backseat.

They were white, like me, and some of the most attractive boys in school. We all were, the seven of us, one each for Stacy and her six friends. Veronica had picked Dave, I knew that much from seeing them together at the party. Heather's boyfriend was Kevin and the others were paired up as well. Josh with Wendy, Brad with Rita, Kyle with Paula, and Jimmy with Karen. All of those girls were black, beautiful cheerleaders and all of us were cute, white boys who obeyed their every command. It really did seem like being in a club, sorta, and now I was learning the rules.

"How can nobody know what they are?" I repeated, half-turned in my seat to look at my three friends.

"They're fuckin' hot, for one thing!" Josh snorted. "Unless they want to show off, who can tell?"

"Show off!" Kyle laughed and then nodded at me. "You didn't have a clue. What makes you think anyone else does?"

"I dunno," I frowned. "But…the other girls, they must know something. Right?"

"Nobody knows," Dave said. "Just us and maybe a couple others."

"Others?" I asked. "Like who?"

"Some of the teachers know," Josh told me. "But they won't say anything."

"Why not?" I wondered, but the guys just shrugged and I figured they probably didn't know as much as they thought they did.

"All you have to do is just be cool," Kyle said. "Think about how lucky you are."

"Lucky?" I rolled my eyes at that.

"Stacy could have any guy she wanted," Josh agreed. "She's so fuckin' hot, I got a boner just thinking about her!"

"Me too!" Dave chuckled, reaching for his crotch and rubbing an obvious bulge while he drove. "Stacy! She's got the biggest dick in school too."

"Yeah," Kyle sighed. "I love her cock. I bet Mattie does too, eh?"

"What?" I blinked at him and the guys were grinning at me.

"Don't be shy," Dave said. "We all love black cock and Stacy's got a beautiful dick."

"They're all beautiful," Josh decided. "Wendy's got seven inches and she's always hard as a rock."

"Not like Paula's though," Kyle chuckled. "She's got a nice fat cock and balls that don't quit. I swear, that chick must have cum like ten times this weekend."

"That's all?" Dave grinned at his friend's reflection in the rear-view mirror. "Heather cums ten times a day!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Josh laughed. "Don't listen to him, Mattie. Dave's full of shit."

"How many times did Stacy cum?" Kyle asked me.

"Um…" I swallowed hard and hearing those guys talk like that about their girlfriends had made me blush, "…four times."

"Yeah, but she can last a long time," Josh nodded. "She'll wear your ass out!"

"No doubt!" Kyle agreed. "You better get used to that, Mattie. Those chicks are horny every fuckin' minute of the day!"

"Speaking of which…" Josh looked at his watch, "…We're gonna be late if you don't go faster, Dave."

"But it's early," I said, glancing at my own watch and we had a good twenty minutes before first bell.

"We gotta meet the girls before school," Dave said with a glance. "You don't know about that?"

"About what?" I wondered, narrowing my eyes.

"Virgin!" Josh chuckled.

"We suck them off every morning before school," Kyle explained. "And later, during lunch or whatever. Like if they want us to meet them someplace, they'll tell us."

"Tell us?" I tried to understand what he was telling me.

"They own you now," Dave said with a smile. "Get used to it, Mattie. Whatever Stacy wants? She's gonna get and all you have to do is like it."

"Don't worry," Kyle assured me. They're not gonna out you or anything."

"Out me?" I had no idea what that meant.

"Like Stacy's gonna be the perfect girlfriend in front of other people," Josh nodded. "They all are, but the rest of the time…"

"You're going to love it," Kyle said with a grin. "Just don't piss her off."

"Definitely don't do that," Dave agreed. "You make one mad and we all get punished for it."

"Punished?" I swallowed hard.

"And keep your ass clean," Josh told me seriously. "Maybe you like the flavor, but the rest of us don't."

"But why would you…" I started asking and Dave cut me off.

"Because they all share," he said. "You're Stacy's bitch now, but they all swap with each other."

"All the time," Kyle said. "So an hour after boning your skinny ass, Stacy could be shoving her fat prick down my throat, see?"

"So keep that fag pussy of yours clean," Josh repeated, not in a real friendly way either. He was serious.

"Alright," I muttered, feeling completely embarrassed and confused and nervous. These guys were talking like everything was normal, like hot girls with huge cocks were a dime a dozen or something.

"He'll be okay," Dave promised his friend and glanced at me. "Did you lube your ass?"

"What?" I blinked at him.

"Lube," he repeated. "You know, something to make it easier?"

"Uhhh…no," I answered slowly.

"I got some you can use," he told me. "Every morning after you wash your cunt, lube it up."

"My cunt?" I stared at him.

"Your ass?" he said with a grin. "That cock hungry hole between your legs?"

"Oh," I looked down, blushing furiously.

"Brad likes to use a tampon," Kyle told me.

"So does Kevin," Josh said and answered my questioning look. "They soak a tampon in KY or whatever and wear them all day."

"Brad said it works pretty good," Dave shrugged.

"Yeah," Kyle laughed. "As long as you pull it out before one of the girls jams eight inches of hard, black dick up there!"

"What?" I made a face, thinking this had to be the weirdest conversation ever.

"Brad had to see a doctor," Kyle explained. "Heather didn't know he had a tampon in his pussy…"

"Or so she said," Josh giggled.

"…and fucked it into his colon or something," Kyle continued. "So this emergency room doctor had to pull a cum soaked wad of tampon out of his ass."

"Really?" I almost smiled, but I thought maybe they were just messing with me.

"That's not the best part though," Dave said with a grin.

"Yeah! After pulling the tampon out, the doctor fucked him too!" Kyle laughed. "What a fag!"

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We found our girlfriends, if you could call them that, waiting for us in the girls' locker room. I had no idea what to expect, and being new to the school, I hadn't even been sure where my friends were leading me until we'd arrived.

"Get in here, faggot!" Stacy frowned as the guys pushed me into the locker room and all four of use were getting dirty looks.

"You're late, pussy!" Veronica said to Dave, slapping her long black cock against Brad's cheek while he sucked Rita's fat prick between his lips.

Kevin was on his knees as well, choking down Heather's black tool while he jerked Wendy off with his left hand.

"Over here, cocksucker!" Wendy said with a derisive snort and Josh looked immediately contrite as he hurried over to kneel at the cheerleader's feet.

Dave had gone to Veronica, of course, and lost no time in pressing his mouth against the girl's crotch, kissing noisily at her low hanging balls while her heavy cock slid over his upturned and adoring face. Kyle practically ran to his girlfriend, the amazingly cute Paula. She'd been sharing Jimmy's mouth with Karen and the petite sophomore pulled her prick from one boy's hard sucking mouth only to push it quickly into another's. I blinked as Kyle took every inch of her glistening black prick, like six or seven rock hard inches suddenly making my friend's pale throat bulge outward with the effort of being stretched.

I didn't stare for long though, Stacy had been getting a hand job from a very busy Brad and my new girlfriend didn't look too happy about it. Seven black cheerleaders and only three white boys to keep them happy wasn't a recipe for love! Stacy pushed me to my knees and immediately started slapping my flushed face with her huge cock.

"I expect you to drain my balls every morning before school," Stacy told me. "Understand, faggot?"

"Yessss…" I hissed, wanting to look down and turn my face away from her swollen cock. Stacy used it like a hot, fleshy club to smack my cheeks and lips, holding my hair in her left fist so I couldn't avoid her angry stare.

"Then what are you waiting for?" she demanded, shoving the smooth glans of her prick into my unprepared mouth. "Start sucking, bitch!"

The otherwise empty locker room echoed with the sounds of seven white boys sucking seven hard, black cocks. They had us on our knees, these beautiful, black cheerleaders, with their golden skirts pulled up around their thin waists, their hands on our heads, sharing grins and giggles and lewd comments about our skills. The other boys were much more experienced than I was, of course, and they went at their task with an enthusiasm I didn't completely share. All I could think about was what would happen if someone came in suddenly and caught us.

The door wasn't locked and it was Monday morning, fifteen minutes before first bell and homeroom. The school would be filling with teachers and students, and any one of them could come into the locker room and catch us. Catch me, kneeling on the cold tiles with my hands on Stacy's firm, smooth thighs and her erection thrusting between my stretched lips as I struggled not to choke and gag with every lunge of her prick for the confines of my virgin throat.

"Open up, cocksucker," she whispered in her amazingly soft, sexy voice. "All of it…Every inch, faggot…Love my cock for me."

I had no idea how to deepthroat a penis, especially one as long and thick as Stacy's! It seemed too big for me, there just wasn't enough room for her cock to fit, but I tried. I had no choice and I felt the entrance to my throat being bruised and battered as she'd pull my mouth down on her stiff cock over and over. I coughed and gagged on it, fighting to swallow spit and precum as some of it would leak from the corners of my mouth and run down my chin and neck. My lips felt swollen as well, sliding back and forth along Stacy's silky black shaft and the rock hard muscle beneath.

"Ummph!" I suddenly swallowed at just the wrong time, or maybe the perfect time as Stacy's dick caught my open throat and miraculously slid five or six inches deeper all at once.

"Ohhh!" Stacy giggled, arching her back and pulling my warm face against her sweet, soft skin. "I knew you loved me!"

I couldn't breathe, let alone reply to that! My nose was flattened against the fatty swell just above her cock and the girl's heavy balls were riding my chin. I'd taken all of her, a solid eight inches of throbbing cock meat, and my throat burned as the tender muscles were stretched uncomfortably around her. I kept trying to swallow, as if in reflex or instinctively perhaps, and my throat clasped itself around Stacy's prick with hungry spasms that made her moan with pleasure.

She held me like that for half a minute probably, although it seemed much longer as my lungs labored for air they couldn't find and my heart rushed with my growing panic. I slapped Stacy's thighs with my fingertips, feeling my eyes growing wet with tears. It isn't easy deepthroating a huge, black cock! But I'd done it and a moment later, after Stacy had relaxed her grip and let me pull my mouth off her wet, pre-cum drooling cock, I actually felt a little proud. I glanced around me as if expecting applause and congratulations, but everyone else was too busy to notice my amazing feat.

Heather sat on one of the long benches with Kevin on his knees between her spread thighs. She looked incredibly hot and probably the least "black" out of all of the girls. Heather had brown hair, very fine and worn in a French curl around her shoulders. Her skin looked like a dark all-over tan, and she had arresting grey-blue eyes and a sweet, angelic smile that could make a man's knees buckle. She also had a very respectable cock, perhaps the smallest among all the cheerleaders, I wasn't sure, but still longer and thicker than mine! None of those girls had puny dicks or weak balls!

Kevin was all over it too, bobbing his handsome face up and down while Heather held his long, dark hair out of the way. All of us boys were handsome, or even pretty in some cases. Kevin had a masculine face and a strong, broad shouldered body that looked like it should be on a football field. He didn't look like a cocksucking fag, that was for sure, but there the eighteen-year-old senior was, eating Heather's cock like he couldn't get enough of the girl.

Veronica sat on one of the benches as well, and her boyfriend was Dave, as I've mentioned. He was seventeen and a junior like me and he was one of the pretty boys. He had a slender body and longish brown hair parted down the middle and feathered back from his high forehead. He didn't look like a girl, but he had pretty green eyes and pouting red lips, and right then Dave had them wrapped lovingly around Veronica's eight inch prick.

She was fine as hell too! Veronica! Jesus! Like a black Barbie doll, tall and perfectly proportioned with a thick cascade of black hair that seemed to be in a permanent bed head style or something. She looked careless and wild, like an African gypsy, and I loved her soft, full lips and coffee colored eyes. She had a sweet, high pitched voice too, with something like a Southern accent it seemed to me, and I loved her breathless laughter as she stroked her boyfriend's face and watched him service her beautiful cock.

"Keep sucking, pussy," Stacy grabbed my attention as she turned my face back to her erection and pushed it between my lips once more. "Just suck the head and jerk me off, we don't have much time."

So that's what I did, washing the smooth glans of her cock while I stroked the shaft with my right hand and cradled her balls with the left. I couldn't believe how thick she was! Seriously, that girl had a fat dick and somehow I'd taken it into my throat. I wanted to do it again, despite the discomfort and even the shame that my admission brought. I couldn't help it though, all around me a half-dozen other white boys were sucking their black girlfriends off. The sight and sound of them, even the smell of our combined arousal conspired to fill me with desire.

I swallowed spit and precum eagerly, filling my tummy with the thin fluids while I worked Stacy's cock for something thicker to sate my perverse appetite. I wanted her to cum, I realized, like nothing else in the world mattered. She stroked my hair and whispered soft words of encouragement, telling me how she liked the way I rolled her sperm-filled balls with my fingers. She told me to stroke her faster, to work the juices overflowing my sucking mouth over her black skin. Her cock glistened and jerked beneath my attentions and after five minutes, as my tongue seemed ready to give out with the effort of washing her cockhead, Stacy told me she was about to cum.

"Ah! Fuck…Eat it, you faggot! Eat my cum, bitch!" she gasped, curling her fingers in my hair and pushing her dick several inches deeper into my mouth.

Stacy's cock seemed to swell even larger as it suddenly pulsed and a flood of hot, salty semen rushed across my tongue. I swallowed hard and fast, choking her sweet ball cream down as quickly as I could, but there was just too much of it. Stacy had a lot of cum and it over-filled my mouth, spilling around her cock as she started fucking my face with it. The taste didn't surprise me and didn't bother me either, I kind of enjoyed the strange musky-sweet flavor. The texture though, I had to struggle with that as her semen was thick and gooey, like taking a mouthful of snot and swallowing it down. But even that wouldn't be so bad, I thought, once I got used to it and I had very little doubt Stacy would make certain that I did.

"You're so sweet, Mattie," Stacy smiled at me after her orgasm had finished, watching as I licked the remains from her semi-hard cock. "Make sure my balls are clean too, baby."

"I will," I agreed, smiling up at her and those were really the first tender words she'd ever spoken to me.

"I shouldn't have been mad," she sighed apologetically. "But I was so full of cum, darling. I just couldn't help it."

"It's alright," I said softly, feeling almost shy beneath her happy smile and gentle eyes. She'd called me darling! And I loved the way her hands touched me, stroking my hair and comforting me.

"Fix my panties for me," she giggled lightly. "You have to learn how to take care of a real cock now."

"Yeah," I nodded, pulling Stacy's lacy white thong into place and carefully tucking her flaccid penis inside the too small pouch.

"Give it a kiss goodbye," she said, nodding as I kissed her bulge and then smoothed her pleated cheer skirt into place. "That's it…Come here…Stand up. Oh! You're a messy cocksucker!"

"Ummm…" I blushed as Stacy scooped a glob of cum from my cheek and then opened my mouth for her finger, sucking it clean as she slid it back and forth between my tight lips.

"You're my boyfriend now," she told me, using her finger to gather more wayward semen from my face and feed it to me. "Everyone's going to know and I want you to be a good one."

"Umm-hmmm…" I nodded eagerly, enjoying her smile.

"So do all the stuff a boyfriend does," Stacy explained. "Carry my books, hold the doors, laugh at my jokes…" she giggled, "…you know how to do it, right?"

"Hmmm…" I agreed, sucking her finger and feeling my own small, white prick aching in my pants. Fuck! She was sexy as hell!

"And nobody will know you're a cocksucker," she said. "It'll be our secret and nobody business. Right?"

"Yeah," I breathed, licking my lips.

"And when we're alone…" she arched her thin eyebrows playfully, "…I'll give you all the black dick you can handle."

"Alright," I said, wincing only slightly as I felt a pang of guilty humiliation down in my gut.

"You're my little white cockslut now, Mattie," Stacy said, her lilting voice taking on a sharp edge. "You don't want to forget that."

"I won't," I promised with a hard swallow, still tasting her cum and feeling it warm in my tummy.

"So I don't want to see you fucking around with any of those white cunts out there," she said. "A faggot like you doesn't need a cunt, just a hard, black cock."

"Yeah," I nodded quickly, looking down as my humiliation grew. My face reddened and my dick still throbbed and my feelings for Stacy and what she was saying only confused me even more.

Around us, the other girls had cum as well, emptying their balls into their boyfriends' hungry, sucking mouths. I still couldn't believe we'd actually gotten away with this, but nobody else seemed to think there was anything strange about having a small orgy of sorts in the girls' locker room just before school. I still had a lot to learn, I realized, and Stacy understood that. I hoped. She seemed to be patient anyway and I felt a warm wave of pleasure wash over me as she took me in her arms for a deep, passionate kiss.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth and my hands went to her back and down, squeezing her wonderfully pert ass through her skirt while we made out. Stacy kissed me like a regular girl too. I mean, she was soft and warm, her tongue fluttering lightly around mine, and her hands played with my hair and scratched lightly at my neck. Stacy's firm tits pressed against my chest and my swollen penis rubbed against her hip and the top of her thigh as I felt my urgency grow.

"You're excited, huh?" she giggled, breaking our kiss and reaching down to give the lump in my pants a squeeze.

"I can't help it," I whispered. "You're so beautiful."

"Lunchtime," she said with a scrunch of her pert brown nose. "Meet me at the girls' bathroom upstairs."

"The girls' bathroom?" I blinked at her.

"I'll let you cum…" Stacy nodded, laughing at the look of excitement on my face before adding, "…maybe. If you're a good little pussy and don't keep me waiting again."

"I won't," I promised her. "I'll, um…I'll be there."

"I know you will," she giggled and we had time for one more serious kiss before the bell rang.

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And so, like I said, very quickly that Monday morning the entire school knew that the hottest black girl in school had a white boyfriend. I would have felt like the king of the mountain, except for the fact that I kept burping. The distinctive taste of Stacy's spermy semen never left me and my stomach roiled with the big load of ball juice I'd swallowed. I wondered how many of my classmates, the other boys who gave me such envious looks and congratulated my good luck, would have felt the same if they knew my girlfriend's secret.

Probably not very many of them, I thought, but at the same time I realized my own attitude was changed completely. I still wrestled with my shame and guilt, but my heart swelled with something else. I loved Stacy and servicing her swollen black cock seemed a small price to pay in return for her warm gaze and gentle smile. I longed to please her and I wasn't exactly sure why, I only knew it to be true. That's why I met her at the second floor girls' bathroom for lunch, despite my wounded conscience and injured ego. I wasn't sure what she'd want from me, but did it really matter? Not so much that I didn't hurry, taking the steps two at a time as my heart seemed ready to burst with anticipation.

"Hey, Mattie," Stacy smiled at me, leaning against the wall and looking every bit the innocent, seventeen-year-old black girl she pretended to be.

"Hi Stacy," I answered, trying to sound calm and cool in front of the dozen student who happened to be nearby.

"Hi Matt…Hey Matt…" a couple white girls smiled at me, two more cheerleaders that Stacy had been talking with. They were decidedly cute, one of them with wavy black hair and incredibly pale skin. Her name was Julie and she reminded me of Snow White. The other was a blonde, smaller and blessed with a part of huge tits, like double D cups or something, although I wouldn't know a girl's bra size if it hit me on the head. Let's just say Jennifer had the biggest tits in school and leave it at that. They sorta stopped me in my tracks for a second and Jen smiled, knowing all too well what I was staring at. She could be a real tease. I'd figured that much out after only a week of school, believe me.

"Come here, boyfriend," Stacy breathed, tugging me by my shirt and stealing all my attention. "I missed you!"

"Ohhh…" I smiled and glanced at the other two girls nervously, but then Stacy kissed me so sweetly it took my breath away.

"He's definitely cute," Julie decided, smiling at Stacy.

"Definitely," Jennifer agreed. "Come on, let's go eat."

"You guys go ahead," Stacy giggled. "We've got better things to do. Don't we, Mattie?"

"Um, yeah…" I nodded, licking my lips and nodding happily.

"You're so bad!" Julie laughed. "Have fun!"

"Don't get caught!" Jennifer warned us with a soft laugh of her own, shaking her head as Stacy pulled me into the girls' bathroom.

The bathroom seemed to be empty, but even so I felt very nervous being in there. Stacy wouldn't get in trouble, but if I got caught…

"I can't be in here!" I protested, but Stacy held my hand and gave me another tug, dragging me towards the row of stalls.

"Shhhh…This one!" she decided, pushing open a stall door and shoving me inside.

"Stacy!" I blinked and smiled, feeling that confusion of fear and excitement I'd almost come to expect from being with her.

"Shut-up, pussy!" she frowned and slapped my face, and my happiness died beneath an explosion of regret.

The slap didn't really hurt physically, but emotionally it devastated me. I'd made Stacy angry and I felt my face redden and my eyes growing damp as I blinked at her.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it," she said, grabbing my jaw in her small brown hand and squeezing my cheeks inward painfully with her fingers and thumb.

"Uh-huh," I agreed instantly.

"You're my faggot. Understand?" Stacy stared into my eyes as I nodded. "If I ever see you drooling over those white cunts again, I'll cut off your balls!"

"But…I wasn't…" I tried protesting and that just made her frown, so I stopped.

"Turn around," she told me, releasing my face and spinning me by the shoulders as I stumbled on my own clumsy feet. "Pull down your pants, faggot. I want some of that tight pussy for lunch."

"Wha…" I burned with humiliation as I faced the toilet and the stainless piping mounted to the smooth, baby blue painted wall.

"Hurry up, get your pants down," she repeated, taking her purse off her shoulder and opening it. "I brought you a little present."

Stacy had a large purse. Some girls liked smaller ones, but Stacy liked her big, black leather shoulder bag and she dug through it as I undid my belt and unsnapped my jeans. I felt a certain reluctance, as you can well imagine. My butt was still sore three days after Stacy had taken my virginity and I really wasn't that anxious to get ass fucked again by her huge cock. I did want to see her happy though, seriously, and nothing could ever be simple with Stacy. Every pleasure came with pain, every joy with fear, it seemed, and in truth I'd started finding it difficult to tell the two apart.

"Here!" she giggled as I glanced over my shoulder. "This should make it better for you, huh?"

"What's that?" I asked with a bare whisper, staring at a big, black dildo.

She held a realistic cock that had to be about as large as Stacy's, or perhaps even a bit bigger. Like nine inches long and textured with veins and ending with a bulbous head that looked very much like the real deal. The bottom had a large, round suction cup thing and Stacy offered it to me.

"Lick, faggot!" she commanded and I swallowed hard, licking the suction cup until Stacy nodded with satisfaction.

THWUP!

"I know a faggot like you wants a cock in his mouth while he gets fucked," she giggled, slapping the bottom of the dildo against the wall in front of me.

"Thank you," I said with a burst of inspiration, not because I felt grateful though…I didn't. I felt humiliated beyond words, but I knew Stacy would like it and I'd become desperate to make her happy again.

"You're welcome, Mattie!" she sighed, sounding both pleased and surprised. "I'm glad you like it. Now…Wrap your lips around that cock and give me some of that white pussy of yours…"

I'd never seen a glory hole, but in retrospect that's what that dildo looked like: A hard, black cock jutting through a hole in the wall. Stacy had put it at the perfect height as she pushed me over the toilet. I braced myself with my hands on the cold toilet seat, opened my mouth and closed my eyes, scarcely believing I could actually be doing this in the middle of school. I felt almost sick to my stomach with fear and shame, bent over with my mouth filled by a black dildo and Stacy rubbing her already thick erection against my vulnerable asshole.

"No lube?" she tsked me with a giggle. "You still have a lot to learn, faggot…Ugh!"

"Umph!" I gasped around the firm cock stretching my lips as Stacy's pushed her cockhead past my protesting sphincter with one quick thrust of her hips.

The pain was sharp and immediate and I couldn't help but try to escape it. Unfortunately for me, I had no place to go! The stall was hardly roomy and Stacy had me cornered, hunched over and helpless as she held my hips tightly with her strong fingers digging into my flesh. Her first lunge had driven me forward and that dildo had suddenly jabbed against the back of my mouth, making me gag and choke as well, the muffled noises making Stacy laugh lightly as she pushed again, stabbing another inch and then two inside my hot, clasping rectum.

"Oh! Fuck!" she sighed, rolling her hips and pausing to enjoy the sensation of my asshole wrapped around her cock. "I love your pussy! Love…Ugh!...Your…Ugh!...Cunt!"

She thrust again and again, grunting with the effort of forcing more and more of her impossibly hard cock inside my resisting body. My ass burned, not with a sharp pain, but with a dull throbbing ache. Her cock felt blunt and large as a baseball bat, although it plainly wasn't nearly that big. It felt like it though, believe me, and all I could do was take it.

The cock in my mouth proved an effective gag as it muffled my moans, groans, and gasps. My eyes filled with tears and my entire body became flushed and damp with sweat. Stacy took me an inch at a time until I'd once again taken all of her prick inside my too small ass. I could feel the soft muscles screaming as they tried to force her back out, but that would be completely futile. Stacy had eight fat inches of shemale cock buried in my rectum and all my efforts to expel her just made it better for the girl.

"Christ, Mattie!" she giggled breathlessly. "You've got the tightest pussy I've ever fucked!"

"Mmpph!" I moaned around the fat dildo in my mouth, fighting to breath through my stuffy nose and staring at nothing but the blank wall inches from my red face.

She started fucking me after a minute spent catching her breath, and Stacy liked a slow, gentle pace at first. She pulled her cock back until just the head remained in my rectum, and then pushed herself back inside until I felt her low hanging balls against my own smaller, shriveled sack. Being dry fucked hurt a lot in the beginning, but after a few minutes the pain felt more like a cramp than anything else and Stacy's dick had started leaking precum and probably that helped as well.

"Come on, faggot!" she slapped my butt. "Fuck me! Move your ass! Fuck my cock, bitch!"

I hadn't been moving at all, but at Stacy's insistence I began to push myself back, riding her huge black cock like the faggot slut she wanted me to be. I found that it helped too, for some strange reason. Moving my body against her forced me to relax and breathe a little more normally and that, I quickly learned, is the secret to enjoying a long, hard butt fuck! Breathing properly makes all the difference and after just a minute or two I found myself enjoying the sensation of Stacy's prick sliding in and out of my ass. Her cockhead would find my prostate gland and send electric jolts of pleasure up my spine, driving me to fuck her even harder.

My mouth slid up and down the cock in front of me as I fucked Stacy's dick, rolling my ass around like I was screwing my anus onto her prick. She moved faster as well, thrusting forward to meet me with the soft, sexy slapping of flesh on flesh. The steady fwap-wap-wapping of her thighs and pelvis meeting my ass. Her cum filled balls swung like a black, silken pendulum to slap my own and I could feel her testicles so much larger and heavier as they bruised my puny white orbs. My flaccid cock drooled precum in long, silvery strands and even though I wasn't erect, my arousal became acute. I begged her to fuck me harder with muffled moans and deep gasps when she'd fuck her way into my bowels and caress my prostate.

We were fucking! God! I could have cum, I thought. Even with my little penis all soft and flopping around between my spread legs like a pale worm, Stacy was going to make me cum. My ass no longer burned with pain, but with the warmth of pure desire. I wanted her to cum inside me. I longed to feel her hot jism flooding my asshole and I worked my butt around her cock relentlessly, determined to be the best fuck Stacy had ever had in her life. I wanted her to love fucking me. I wanted her to dream of nothing else, but shoving her cock inside my pussy and owning my sexy white ass. I wanted…

"Shhh…" Stacy froze as we heard the door open and several pairs of footsteps clicking on the bathroom's tiled floor.

"…and then he told me he had a vasectomy!" one of the girls said with a giggle.

"Yeah right!" the other one laughed as well. "He's so full of it. I can't believe I let him fuck me!"

"Me neither!" the first one sighed as she took the stall to our left.

"If he didn't have such a big dick, he'd be a total waste," the second girl said as she took the stall to our right.

I held my breath, sucking on that black dildo with Stacy's throbbing cock buried balls deep in my ass. All those girls had to do was look down and they'd see our feet. My pants down around my ankles, facing the toilet and the wall; Stacy's pink Skechers and her ankle socks pointed in the same direction. It would be obvious what we were doing, except strange and confusing because I should have been behind Stacy, you know? I prayed those girls wouldn't notice and a surge of panic threatened to consume me.

All I could imagine was one of them getting curious enough to stand on the toilet and look over the partition. Stacy's secret wouldn't be a secret very long if that happened! Everyone would know she had a cock and then everyone would know I was her cocksucking, butt fucking, faggot boyfriend. My life would be over! And I had a black dildo stretching my lips? I wanted to pull away from it. I wanted to get away from Stacy. I wanted to get away from the girls' bathroom and somehow sneak out without getting caught! But Stacy wasn't about to let me go.

She stroked my back and her cock seemed hard as ever, stuffed inside my rectum, stretching my tender asshole around the length of her steely shaft. I could feel my butt spasm, the muscles contracting despite my nervous fear, massaging Stacy's prick like a hungry mouth sucking at her fuck meat. That must have felt good because even as we listened to those two anonymous girls piss on either side of us, Stacy started sliding her cock slowly back and forth. She was fucking me! With two girls less than three feet away, separated only by some thin walls of cheap pressboard, Stacy wanted to fuck and whatever she wanted, she got!

I remained as still as possible the whole time, fighting the grunts and groans that her prick forced upon me. My body quivered around her, my asshole tight and clasping, squeezing her prick lovingly as she held my hips and fucked me. The sensation was incredible, the emotional experience beyond anything imaginable. The fear of getting caught only heightened our pleasure. Her cock felt amazing, my body trembled and my heart seemed ready to burst with the effort of remaining still against all reason. I wanted to push myself back and fuck that beautiful cock violently. I wanted to cum and feel Stacy cum, and do it while those girls pissed happily away, oblivious to the perverted sex happening between them.

"Uhhhm…" Stacy barely whispered and perhaps I only imagined it, but I didn't imagine the sudden flood of hot cum spraying into my bowels!

Stacy was cumming, holding her cock as deeply inside my well-fucked hole as she could get it. Her balls moved against mine, lifting slightly with every rapid spurt of semen, and I could actually feel her scrotum teasing my own. I felt her cock throbbing quickly, jerking against the tight confines of my asshole as I squeezed my ass and tightened my gut, wanting to milk Stacy's balls for every drop she could give me. The distinct and greasy sensation of having my asshole filled with cum made me shiver with pleasure. There's no other feeling like it in the world. I felt dirty inside, but sexy somehow as well, knowing I'd made her cum. I'd fucked her gorgeous black prick and brought Stacy off in my faggot pussy.

She didn't have to tell me, I knew what I was. A fuckhole for big, black cock. Stacy's faggot boyfriend, her cocksucking bitch, and right then as I took her load of hot ball cream deep in my belly, I didn't mind at all. My own little dickie wasn't even hard, but I still dripped fuck juice like a little girl. Stacy had me so excited, I felt dizzy and insane. I must have been crazy, I thought as I ran my tongue around the fake black prick in my mouth and waited for those two girls to finish their piss and leave us alone.

As soon as they were gone, Stacy pulled her cock out of my tender ass with a happy sigh and a satisfied smile.

"Turn around, faggot…" she told me unnecessarily; I knew what to do.

"Yeah," I breathed, dropping quickly to my knees and taking her still swollen prick into my mouth.

"Hmmm…That was a good fuck," she whispered, stroking my head while I licked my asshole off her cock. "You liked it too, didn't you, pussy?"

"Mmph hmmph…" I nodded, giving her my shining blue eyes as I nursed on her salty prick.

Stacy's cock was covered with fuck slime and the taste was strong and bitter, but I swallowed eagerly and washed every inch of her glistening black meat with my tongue. I washed her balls as well, getting my face between her thighs and licking them before taking her generous orbs between my lips gently, suckling them like a baby one at a time. She let me do that for several minutes before pushing my head reluctantly away from her.

"Clean my ass too," she told me and this was new, but I didn't hesitate as the girl bent over at the waist, presenting me with her perfect brown butt.

I used my hands to pull her cheeks apart and wormed my tongue against the dark, puckered sphincter of her anus. I licked and kissed her with more passion than skill, but Stacy didn't seem to mind. Her soft scrotum dangled over my chin and her semi-hard cock jutted forward between her smooth brown thighs, but all I cared about was eating Stacy's asshole and working my tongue inside her sexy bottom. I managed to get the tip of my tongue past the soft, rubbery ring and she tasted sweet to me, not bitter at all, and I tongue fucked Stacy's ass the best I could, wishing there was some way I could get all the way inside, but she was too tight for that.

I ate her ass for five minutes before she decided that was enough and we had to get going before someone really did catch us anyway. I tore off some toilet paper, wadding it up and plugging my somewhat gaping asshole. Stacy had stretched me good, no doubt about that, and her cum had already started to trickle out of me. I'd be wearing her sperm the rest of the afternoon and I knew that sitting for hours at a time on my sore, well-fucked ass would be a real misery.

"Don't forget your dildo," Stacy reminded me with a smile. "You can play with it when you jerk off tonight."

"Ummm…" I stared at the long, black cock as Stacy pulled it off the wall with a rubbery pop.

"Just don't get caught with it," she giggled with a scrunch of her nose. "That might be kinda hard to explain."

"Yeah," I nodded, taking the dildo from her hands and wondering what I was supposed to do with a nine inch cock. It wasn't going to fit in my pocket, that's for sure!

"I want to come over tonight," Stacy said, interrupting my confusion and I blinked at her.

"To my house?" I asked dumbly.

"Don't you want to introduce me to your parents?" she asked sweetly and I swallowed hard.

"Yeah," I answered slowly. "I do, but…"

"After school," she told me. "Do you have a car?"

"I, um…I ride with Dave," I told her.

"Good! Dave can give us both a ride then," she decided and then giggled again. "I can sit on your lap!"

"Okay," I agreed, having no choice in the matter.

"Now…give me a kiss, boyfriend," she whispered, rewarding the good fuck I'd given her with a real, romantic sort of kiss that made me forget completely that Stacy wasn't a total girl.

I had to be crazy.

 

        Chapter 3