Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders
Chapter Four
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"Where are we going?" I wondered, because my black, transsexual girlfriend hadn't really given me a specific destination. She'd just tell me to take a left here or go straight for awhile.
"The Clubhouse," Stacy replied, sitting back comfortably in my dad's big Explorer. "I told you that before, Mattie. You have to pay more attention…Oops! Red light!"
We had to make out during red lights, it was one of Stacy's rules and I could live with it. For being a chick with a dick, she was incredibly hot! We leaned close together and I melted in her mouth, reaching for Stacy's ripe, firm breasts as her tongue slipped between my lips. She liked it when I'd close my lips around her tongue and suck it like a wet, pink cock. She also liked it when I held her real cock in my hand, massaging the long, black shaft gently while I swallowed our combined spit.
I didn't mind at all either, not anymore, even though I still felt the lonely pangs of shame and guilt from time to time. I couldn't really help that though, since I'd grown up kinda homophobic like any other red blooded American boy. Stacy was determined to cure me of that though and I thought it was working, at least when I was with her. I couldn't think straight when she was around, you know? Like she had some kind of special powers to make me helpless, but probably all girls have those. Stacy just had stronger ones and she wasn't afraid to use them.
Anyway, we were basically making out every chance we got and no sixteen-year-old boy in the world would complain about that!
"Green light," Stacy giggled after half a minute as someone honked a horn behind us and I reluctantly let go of her cock.
"I still can't believe you had sex with my dad," I said slowly, kind of testing the waters because it had been on my mind.
"Awww…Is my pussy boyfriend still jealous?" Stacy sighed, teasing me as she turned to lean against the passenger door.
"Yeah," I admitted with a hard swallow, glancing at her in the soft glow of the dashboard light and the passing streetlamps outside. Stacy's cock jutted upward from between her smooth dark thighs as she spread them wide and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire fill me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd learned to find Stacy's huge prick and clean shaven balls as sexy as the rest of her.
"Well, you shouldn't be," she said. "A sissy cocksucker like you should understand better than anyone."
"Understand what?" I wondered with a small frown.
"That a girl has needs!" she smiled at me. "I like cock too, you know. Real cock. And that sexy little clit of yours isn't ever going to give me what I need."
"Oh." I looked straight ahead, feeling my face warming with humiliation.
"Don't be mad," she giggled. "I love your faggot mouth and your cunt is made for fucking, no doubt about that."
"Yeah," I sighed, not so much agreeing as just letting her know I was listening.
"My cock loves your pussy, Mattie," she told me seriously. "But you're never going to be a real man. You'll always be a faggot slut for big, black dick. So…" she giggled again, "…Get over it."
"I just wish…"
"What?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Nothing," I sighed, thinking my dad had fucked my girlfriend half an hour after they'd met and I still hadn't fucked her! It didn't seem very fair and Stacy was making it sound like I'd never get to put my dick inside her. I'll admit I didn't have a really big one, not even close to her eight inches of thick, black meat, but I still wanted to use it for more than just jilling off.
"You're kind of sensitive, aren't you?" Stacy sighed with a warm, happy smile. "That's good. I like that in a pussy boyfriend. Turn left at the next corner, we're almost there."
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'There' turned out to be someone's house and for a moment I thought it might have been Stacy's.
"No, it's not mine," she said. "It's Wendy's, but her parents are super cool."
"They are?" I smiled at that, wondering what kind of parents would let their boy grow up to be a girl. Sorta.
"Oh yeah," Stacy nodded. "Just park anywhere, it doesn't matter."
"Okay," I shrugged and there were already a bunch of cars parked in the driveway and I just pulled in behind them. "Is she having a party or something?"
"Or something!" Stacy said with a grin. "Come on. They're waiting."
Needless to say, I had no idea what was going on, but that seemed kind of normal with Stacy. All I had to do was whatever she told me to and that made my life pretty easy. I held her hand, surprised that we weren't going to the house, but to the four car garage and then up some steps to what turned out to be an apartment above it. I guessed it served as guest house maybe, or the servants' quarters perhaps, because the house and the lawns around it were pretty fancy from what I could see and I figured Wendy's parents must have been pretty rich.
"Black cock only?" I read the sign on the door and looked at Stacy.
"Don't worry about it," she said. "Faggots don't count."
"Oh." I nodded like that made any kind of sense and then Stacy opened the door and sorta pulled me inside.
"About time you guys showed up," Veronica said with a frown and she happened to be sitting closest to the door as Stacy closed it behind us with a loud snick of the deadbolt.
The place seemed nice enough and except for a tiny kitchen and a small bathroom, the top of the garage was really just one large living room…except there wasn't any furniture. Just a lot of big pillows sorta scattered around on the thick, burgundy carpet. A few low coffee tables with drinks on them, soda cans and glasses, stuff like that. Some fancy, decorator lights stood in the corners with long, graceful branches arching overhead and filling the room with a soft glow. The wood paneled walls were richly stained and decorated with paintings mostly, like strange abstract art that never seemed to mean much to me, but I had to admit they looked nice anyway.
But then I noticed other pictures, framed and matted 8x10 photographs of myself and the other white boyfriends. I didn't get to look too closely, but I didn't have to as I recognized each of us. The picture of me had to be one that Dave had taken the night I'd met Stacy. I looked like I was smiling into the camera, pink faced and dripping her thick semen from my chin. My face was covered with the stuff and her semi-hard cock, dark and shiny, pressed against my left cheek. I swallowed hard and felt sudden embarrassment at seeing myself like that in a photograph, and one mounted on the wall no less!
The other boys had all been posed with hard black cocks as well and I assumed they belonged to their respective girlfriends. Dave had taken a facial, like me, and he'd been caught lapping happily at Veronica's spent prick. Kevin straddled Heather's thighs, it looked like. Her fat cock dwarfed his and it seemed plain that she'd just dumped a big load all over his hard penis and pink balls. Brad had been photographed smiling over his shoulder at the camera with Rita's black prick jutting upward between his butt cheeks and spurting across his back.
In the rest of the pictures, Kyle tried to smile around a mouthful of Paula's black scrotum as her cock lay wet and stained with milky semen across his red face. Josh held a large pool of cum inside his open mouth for the camera, showing of his spermy tongue with the head of Wendy's cock resting on his chin. And Jimmy had stuck out his tongue completely as he held Karen's thick black cock in both of his small white hands, obviously jerking her off as a jet of semen erupted towards his open mouth. It was a nice photograph, actually.
All in all, except for the porn pictures on the wall, and the six incredibly beautiful teenage transsexuals staring at me, the place seemed kind of almost normal.
"Get those clothes off, faggot!" Karen told me, leaning against the opposite wall and stroking her thick, black cock. I hadn't really met her yet and I almost jumped out of my shoes.
They were all naked, or at least mostly, I should say and I barely had time to realize that none of the other boyfriends were there. Only Stacy and her six friends, and they'd obviously been waiting for my arrival. I felt a flood of mixed emotions and thoughts just then, nervous fear, excitement, anxiety, and of course the usual humiliation and guilt at finding myself helplessly staring at six fat, swollen cocks already dripping precum as those girls played with themselves impatiently.
"Welcome to the club," Stacy giggled. "You'd better get naked. Pussies like you aren't allowed clothes inside the clubhouse."
"You didn't tell him the rules yet?" Rita asked with a giggle.
She was sixteen and a junior like me, and just then Rita was reclining on a pink pillow wearing a baby doll nightie, an emerald one made of satin, and it covered her tits and her tummy, but beneath that her dark erection jutted upward above a pair of large clean shaven balls. None of those girls had any pubic hair that I could see and Rita had the smallest dick in the room, besides my own, I mean, but it was still like seven inches long probably and thick! All those girls had fat cocks and my fingers trembled as I started undressing.
"What club?" I asked, because I remembered Dave had mentioned something about a club as well. It didn't even occur to me that speaking might be against the rules too, but thankfully nobody seemed to mind.
"Our club," Paula told me with a humorous gleam in her bright green eyes. "And you're in it now, sissy."
Green eyes and black skin don't usually go together, but they did for Paula. She was sixteen as well, but only a sophomore, and very black, like ebony or whatever, and tall and lithe as a ballet dancer. Her skin glistened like she'd been oiled down and I especially liked her tits. They weren't so large as Stacy's perhaps, but just as firm and topped with amazingly dark, puffy nipples. She had a smallish nose and a wide mouth, with a tiny cleft in her chin that only seemed to make her face that much more beautiful. And Paula's cock lay across her left thigh, the pinkish tip of her glans peeking out through her wrinkled foreskin and leaking precum while she massaged her supple scrotum.
"This is like your, um…" Karen giggled, looking for the right word, "…initiation."
I felt my dick ache at the sound of her voice. I knew Karen was sixteen and a sophomore, but she looked and sounded younger than that even. She had a high, giggly kind of voice that made me think 'blonde' for some reason, except obviously Karen was a black girl and her hair had been done up in long cornrows that went well with her innocent looks. She had a very pretty face and smallish tits, just nipples really, topping bare handful mounds of rich, dark flesh. She had a little baby fat too, around her tummy and hips. I thought Karen looked pretty amazing and she sorta reminded me of my old girlfriend the way she smiled. But the girl's long, chubby prick and low hanging balls were what really caught my attention and I swallowed hard as she stroked the shaft with her fingernails.
"The first rule is no clothes allowed," Heather told me, but I'd already figured that one out. "When you come here, undress outside. Don't worry, nobody's gonna take your stuff."
"Who'd want it?" Veronica laughed.
"If it's raining or whatever, there's a closet next to the bathroom," Heather continued.
"Our clothes are hanging up, yours go on the floor," Veronica added. "Understand, slut?"
"Y-Yeah," I nodded quickly.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" She narrowed her eyes and I had no idea what that meant.
"She likes to be called Mistress Veronica," Stacy whispered with a soft giggle, but plainly everyone knew she was clueing me in.
"Yes, uh…Mistress Veronica," I said, feeling my skin warming with embarrassment as I lowered my eyes. "I'm sorry."
"That's better," she agreed with a small, sort of smug smile. "Get those ugly pants off! Your mommy buy those for you?"
"Uh…" I'd gotten my shirt off and kicked off my shoes, and now I unbuttoned my jeans and started pushing them down. "Yeah, um…Yes! Mistress Veronica, I mean."
"Ugly boxers too," Heather giggled. "A fag like you needs some proper panties, I think."
"Used ones," Veronica nodded and she and Heather started whispering about something as I undressed self-consciously.
They were sitting close together and being the two high school seniors in their small clique, Veronica and Heather seemed to be kind of in charge. They were both gorgeous, as I've mentioned before. Veronica with her wild, African gypsy looks had a tangle of thick black hair and she always looked like she'd just fallen out of bed…and into a Victoria's Secret catalogue on this night. She wore white thigh-high stockings and a matching thong that did nothing to hide her massive prick and plum-sized balls. She was just as big as Stacy in the dick department, if not actually a little bigger even, and like Paula, Veronica wasn't circumcised either and the foreskin had been stretched taut around the bulbous glans.
Heather was the oldest of the girls at eighteen and she'd almost dressed up as well, in red leather boots that reached her knees. They had black laces and spiked heels that looked kind of dangerous to me. She didn't wear anything else though, just those boots, and maybe she had a thing for shoes or something, I wasn't sure. The rest of her body was perfectly female. She had great tits, a tiny waist, and nice round hips to go with her firm, round ass. All those girls were gorgeous, and I was seriously partial to Stacy of course, but when it came down to it…Yeah, Heather had the best body out of all of them. She looked like a beautiful woman, except for her cock and balls, I mean.
"Okay," Veronica agreed to something Heather said and they both looked at me. Most of the other girls were talking to each other, the way high school girls do, with a lot of giggling and pointed looks in my direction.
"We've got a challenge for you, Mattie," Heather announced and I blinked at that as I stepped out of my boxers and stood completely naked.
I wasn't sure if I should try and cover myself up or what. I mean, my dick wasn't even hard anymore! Not with seven hot chicks smiling at me, not to mention that they all had bigger cocks than mine! I felt very small, very weak and insecure, and I did sort of cover my small penis with my hands clasped in front of me, hoping that it would look sort of natural, you know.
"Move your hands!" Stacy slapped my butt with a loud SMACK! and I jerked with surprise more than pain.
"Tomorrow at school," Heather said as Stacy shoved her cheerleader outfit into my arms, "you're going to go shopping!"
"I am?" I asked, blushing and glancing around as the other girls suddenly laughed and clapped their hands.
"Shopping trip!"..."Yes!"..."Awesome!"..."Good idea!" they all said at once and I was completely mystified.
"Make sure you fold the skirt over the hanger," Stacy informed me. "If it gets wrinkled, I'll really spank your faggot ass!"
"You have to get a complete outfit," Heather continued as I tried to nod at Stacy. "Panties, bra, a skirt and blouse…"
"Stockings too," Veronica said. "No socks, white boy!"
"…Yeah," Heather agreed. "Stockings or nylons, pantyhose or…whatever, and some heels."
"Um," I licked my lips. "You want me to…skip school and go to the mall or something?"
"What?" Veronica laughed and Heather gave me a funny look. In fact, all the girls laughed at me and I just felt even more stupid than I already did.
"No!" Heather snorted. "Shop at school, dummy!"
"In the girls' locker room," Wendy told me. "That's the best way."
"Just don't get caught!" Rita giggled.
"And don't take my clothes!" Paula said, kind of half-seriously. I don't think her clothes would have fit me anyway.
"But…" I looked around, blinking at them. "You want me to steal clothes?"
"And put them on!" Stacy said and looked to her friends. "What time is the fashion show?"
"Two o'clock?" Veronica suggested, looking at a nodding Heather.
"Yeah, quarter after is good." Heather smiled at me. "So at 2:15 you'll be in the library. Just walk in through the east doors and walk out the west doors."
"No running!" Veronica stared at me, sounding like she really wanted me to run just so she could hurt me.
"You have to walk through the library," Karen said. "Slowly."
"And look sexy!" Rita giggled.
"Shake that sexy white ass for all the black boys," Stacy whispered in my ear, standing close enough behind me that I could feel her tits against my back and her cock riding up the crack of my butt.
"I can't do that!" I exclaimed without really thinking about it. "I'll get in trouble!"
"You can do it," Heather told me seriously.
"And you will do it," Veronica insisted.
"It's a challenge," Paula told me with an almost sympathetic smile. "If you chicken out, you have to take a punishment."
"What's the punishment?" I asked nervously, thinking nothing could be worse than stealing a bunch of girls' clothes, putting them on, and parading through the middle of the library!
"Silent treatment," Stacy told me and I turned my head to look at her. "Three days for failing a challenge."
"Three days?" I sorta thought I knew what she meant, but just in case…
"None of us will talk to you," Stacy explained while the other girls nodded. "We won't even look at you."
"None of our boyfriends either," Wendy added.
To be honest, that didn't really sound so terrible to me. I mean, yeah, I'd seriously miss being with Stacy for sure, and Dave and the other guys were my new best friends at my new school, but only three days? How hard could that be? It had to be easier than stealing clothes and cross-dressing in public. I could get suspended for that!
"What if, um…" I cleared my throat and I just didn't want to seem too eager not to do this challenge thing. "What if I get caught and get in trouble, uh…you know, before I can do the library thing?"
"If you fail the challenge?" Stacy asked and I nodded. "Three days," she shrugged. "You either pass or fail, Mattie."
"Oh," I swallowed hard because I sorta thought maybe getting caught just sneaking into the girls' locker room would be a good way to fail without totally getting busted.
"It's up to you," Karen said. "But you have to accept it now or…"
"Chicken out!" Veronica giggled.
"I, uh…" I looked at Stacy and licked my lips, wanting more than anything to make her happy, but this? I couldn't do it!
I mean, sure, I'd mostly accepted the fact that I was a cocksucking fag when it came to hot, black cheerleaders with dicks. I could even call Veronica 'Mistress' and do whatever they wanted in private. Heck! I could even deal with my dad now that he knew beyond a doubt that my girlfriend had a cock! All of that was pretty insane, but it wouldn't get me kicked out of school, you know? And putting on a girl's clothes? Wearing them in front of the whole school? I might as well take out an ad in the paper that said I was queer!
"I can't," I said softly, begging Stacy with my baby blue eyes to let me off the hook. Like maybe she'd giggle and tell me it was all just a big joke, but she didn't.
"Okay," she took her clothes out of my arms and walked away.
All those girls suddenly found something much more interesting than me to look at or talk about. I swear, it was like someone threw a switch and I'd suddenly become invisible! I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know what to feel. Stacy left the room through the only doorway, going towards the bathroom and that closet, I guessed. My clothes were scattered at my feet where I'd dropped them and I slowly picked them up and started getting dressed.
They'd told me what would happen, I had to admit that. I just didn't think it would feel so…lonely.
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"Uh, here's your keys, Dad," I said when I got home and my father looked up from his desk and smiled at me.
"Did you fill up the tank?" he asked, like everything was perfectly normal.
"Ummm…" I shrugged. "I didn't really have any money."
"Well, you've got a girlfriend now," he said and then chuckled. "I always knew you were a little light in the loafers, but goddamn! This takes the cake."
"I'm gonna go to bed," I told him, looking down and blushing.
"You do that, son," Dad said with a deep sigh. "Sweet dreams, Princess."
I frowned at my feet, knowing my dad probably didn't really mean to be an asshole, it was just in his nature. I'd disappointed him again and he had to take it out on me somehow. I really thought he'd beat me. Seriously. But I guess he loved me too, since he was my dad and everything. He wouldn't have been happy with me unless I was exactly like him. I mean, he would never be able to demonstrate his feelings unless he had a son who didn't need to see them. It seemed like one of those catch-22 things, but I could have been wrong. I didn't want to think about it too much as I already had a lot on my mind.
"Matt? Are you home?" Mom called me from the kitchen and I wasn't in a real mood to see her either.
"Yeah, Mom."
"Come in here," she said. "I haven't seen you all day!"
She was like that, sort of over-protective in a way, but she could have been worse too.
Mom looked like anybody's mom, being in her thirties and comfortable with herself by then. Some people aren't, but Mom was, and I suppose being married to my dad made her sort of independent minded. He'd been gone a lot, you know, off fighting wars or whatever, so Mom had taken care of everything as I'd grown up. I guess that made her a little over-protective of me too. It definitely made her more understanding.
"I heard you have a new girlfriend already," she said as I entered the kitchen. "Why the long face? What happened?"
"I dunno," I shrugged and she always knew when something bothered me. Like she had that motherly instinct going.
"Is it your father?" she asked me, eating left-over spaghetti from the dinner I'd made. She still wore her starched white nurse's uniform and her blonde hair was pinned up, but looking frayed after a long shift at the hospital.
"Maybe," I shrugged again, and a lot of our conversations were like that, since I was sixteen and she was my mom.
"Well, come here!" She clucked her tongue and pulled me into a hug as she sat there. "I think it's wonderful. It isn't easy coming out of the closet like that, especially with your father. I'm very proud of you, Matt."
"Uhhh…" I blinked and sorta hugged her nervously as I tried to understand what Mom was saying.
"Some of the nicest boys I ever met were gay," she continued. "And some of the girls too!"
"Oh." I nodded slowly, but Mom had her cheek against my chest and couldn't see it.
"This new girlfriend of yours," Mom asked, "what's her name?"
"Stacy," I answered softly.
"Stacy," Mom smiled as she looked up at me. "Of course. Is she going to get the operation?"
"The…operation?" I blinked at her.
"You know!" Mom laughed lightly. "We get girls like that at the hospital all the time. They're so sweet and trying so hard to be themselves."
"I don't know, Mom," I shrugged. "Um…maybe."
If my mom meant one of those operations to turn a boy into a girl, like…completely? I seriously doubted Stacy would be interested in that! She loved her cock and liked to use it on pretty white boys like me, obviously. Somehow, the idea of Stacy with a vagina instead of a penis almost turned me off as I thought about it, and that seemed so weird I started blushing for no good reason at all!
"Well," Mom sighed, letting me go with a smile. "Whatever she wants to do, just so long as you're happy…I don't care."
"Okay," I nodded.
"And don't worry about your father," she told me, sounding amazingly like Stacy for a second. "I can handle him! You just take care of your girlfriend."
"Uh, yeah," I licked my lips and tried to smile. "I will, Mom."
"I'm sure a girl like that has special needs," she said and I narrowed my eyes.
"Like what?"
"Oh! Well, I'm sure her hormones must be driving the poor girl crazy!" Mom said with a sympathetic laugh. "You probably have your hands full with Stacy, right?"
"Sorta," I replied, feeling my face redden as I remembered just how full my hands could get wrapped around her huge, black cock!
"Just make sure you use condoms," Mom told me with a small wrinkle of her nose. "Do you, um…Which one of you is on top?"
"On top?" I could feel some spontaneous combustion ready to happen as my humiliation meter redlined.
"Or do you switch?" she asked with a smile, but didn't wait for an answer. "Either way, use condoms and plenty of lubricant. Do you need some?"
"Do I what?" I felt like running away, but this was the problem with having a medical professional for a mom. She wasn't shy about biology stuff at all.
"You have to take care of yourself," she nodded sagely. "A proper enema and lots of of lubrication, that's the key!"
"Oh!" I felt like I was sorta dying.
"I'll give you an enema later," she decided. "I think we still have that kit in the closet and…"
"Uh, Mom…" I stared at her.
"I know! It's embarrassing, Matt," she laughed at me. "But it's a fact of life now. You're gay and I want to make sure you stay that way for a long, long time."
"You want me to be gay?" I asked, not really feeling all that gay since Stacy seemed a lot more like a girl than a boy. "For a long time?"
"That's a way of saying I want you to stay healthy," Mom informed me. "If you want to be gay that's up to you."
"Oh!" I decided I'd have to check on flights to Bolivia or someplace. I had like three hundred bucks saved up in birthday money and…
"So why don't you go get ready for a bath," Mom suggested, "and I'll get your enema ready. Okay?"
"Do I need one?" I asked, but I knew better than that. If Mom decided I needed to paint my feet blue, I'd end up doing it.
"Absolutely!" Mom told me, taking the last bite of her spaghetti.
The enema wasn't so bad, actually. Not like I thought it would be, but having my own mom give it to me was another thing altogether! I won't go into the details, but suffice to say that after having sex with Stacy, my butt needed some soothing attention and some deep cleaning. Mom gave me both and if I hadn't been so completely embarrassed, I would have been a lot more grateful. In the beginning though…
"Oh my!" Mom frowned as she looked at my tender, raw, gaping anus. "I guess I know who likes it on top!"
"Is it, um…bad?" I asked, hardly believing I'd be asking my mom what my asshole looked like after my girlfriend had fucked me.
"Stacy must have a very large penis," she said with a shake of her head. "And no lubrication?"
"Not really," I admitted, feeling one of her fingers probing my puffy sphincter gently. I was lying facedown on my bed with Mom sitting on the mattress beside me. She'd started rubbing some kind of KY Jelly stuff around and it actually felt pretty good.
"Matt," she sighed. "You really have to take better care of yourself. You have two elbows, two knees, and only one anus!"
"Uhhh…" Don't ask me, I didn't have a clue what she meant.
"You tell this Stacy girl to take it easy on your little pooter," Mom said. "How big is she anyway?"
"Pooter?" I almost laughed at that. "Oh, um…She's about six feet tall, I guess."
"I meant her penis!" She rolled her eyes, bright blue ones like mine.
"Ah," I nodded. "She's, um…I dunno…really big."
"Six inches?" Mom asked and this seemed really weird, talking about how big my girlfriend's dick was with my mom!
"A lot bigger than that," I said with a grin, but then remembered who I was talking to and stopped smiling quick.
"Seven?" she wondered with a little laugh and I gave her a doubtul shake of my head. "Bigger than that? Oh Matthew! How big is she?"
"Like eight inches," I shrugged. "Maybe a little more, and, you know…It's pretty big around and stuff."
"Eight inches and thick?" Mom sighed and then smiled at me and I realized she had her middle finger all the way inside my ass!
I mean, I'd felt her exploring me before, but not like this! I hadn't even felt her entering my rectum, or if I did feel it, the message hadn't made it to my brain. I'd been too busy thinking about Stacy and her beautiful black cock! And then, on top of Mom's finger pumping slowly in and out of my still kinda tight and definitely warm rectum, I realized I had a boner! My dick had grown hard beneath me and the pressure felt good as I lay there, kind of moving my hips just because that finger in my ass felt really good for some reason.
"I bet you love her penis too," Mom whispered, twisting her finger as she moved it in and out of my clasping rectum. "Come on, you can tell me. Do you love her cock, Mattie?"
"Yeah," I breathed, closing my eyes and feeling tiny beads of sweat break out along my spine.
"Do you kiss it for her?" she wondered gently, curling her finger and scratching at the sensitive flesh inside.
"I, um…yeah," I agreed, squeezing my butt and closing the soft muscles of my rectum around Mom's finger. "I suck it for her."
"I bet you do!" she sighed. "Your father said she's a black girl, a cheerleader or something."
"Uh-huhhhh…" I sighed, grinding my cock into my mattress just a little, telling myself Mom wouldn't notice.
"A cheerleader with a big, hard, black cock for you to suck on," Mom breathed. "Does she have big balls too?"
"Really big," I agreed, feeling her pull her finger back so she could add another one. "She likes it when I…Oh!"
"When you what?" she asked, teasing me with two fingers now, stretching my raw sphincter with a sweet burning sensation.
"When I kiss her balls," I said. "When I lick them and…ahhh…suck them for her."
"That's so sweet of you," Mom nodded with a smile. "A boy like you should suck his girlfriend's balls, Mattie."
"I do," I whispered, hunching my straining dick against my bed, clenching my asshole tightly around Mom's gentle fingers as she massaged my rectum.
"You're such a pretty boy," she told me. "Such a pretty butt…And so tight!"
"Ummm…" I grunted as she reached for the bottle of KY stuff and poured a little more around her fingers, pumping my butt a little faster.
"Does that feel good?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I breathed, wriggling my hips and biting my bottom lip.
"I bet Stacy loves it inside your hot little ass," she giggled. "If I didn't know better I'd think you have a fever."
"I'm uh…Ohhhh…Fine," I said with a shiver, feeling my balls tighten with pleasure.
"And thinking about that nice big cock too," Mom agreed. "That'll make a boy like you hot all over, won't it?"
"Mmmm…" I sighed in agreement as she gave her fingers another twist, pulling them out of my ass just long enough to tease my sphincter, and then pushing them back inside me.
"Sucking…Fucking…Taking her cock in your mouth," she whispered. "Running your tongue up and down the shaft, around the head…You love sucking her cock, don't you?"
"Uhhh…Yeah…Ummm…I love her cock, Mom," I breathed, lifting my hips off the bed as I humped my own mother's hand.
"And when she cums, Mattie?" she prompted me, pushing her fingers as deep as she could and then pressing her thumb right against the base of my scrotum.
"Ahhhh!" I gasped as I started cumming immediately. My cock spasmed beneath my naked body and I could feel the warm spend soaking into my sheets and staining my flushed skin.
"You swallow, don't you?" Mom asked me, sounding just a little breathless herself. "You suck her black cock and drink her hot cum. Tell me the truth now."
"Y-Yeah…" I groaned, wincing as my balls emptied beneath the insistent pressure of her thumb ad whatever Mom had found down there, it sorta hurt and felt good at the same time.
"Good!" Mom said, relaxing her hand as my orgasm subsided and she pulled her fingers out of my quivering asshole slowly. "A growing boy like you needs his protein."
"Ohhhh…" I looked at her, blinking and red-faced and wondering what we'd just done.
"Did you like that?" she asked me and I nodded weakly. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm a nurse, dear. I do this sort of thing all the time!"
"You do?" I swallowed hard, wondering if we were still speaking the same language.
"Of course," she laughed lightly and spanked my bare butt. "Into the bathroom now, young man. Let's get you nice and clean for your next date!"
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Unfortunately, my next date with Stacy wouldn't be for three full days and I went to bed that night feeling much better in the butt department, but much worse in the heart department. I should have taken the challenge, I thought as I held my black dildo to my lips, sucking on it like a giant pacifier and hoping I'd dream of Stacy.
Dave wasn't there to pick me up in the morning and I had to run to catch my bus. It sucks being sixteen and having a driver's license, but no car. The other kids sorta looked at me funny too, since they all knew I was Stacy's boyfriend and a hot cheerleader like her would never date a guy who had to ride the bus to school. I ignored their curious looks and whispers, but when I got to school it seemed even worse.
All I could think about were my six friends on their knees in the locker room sucking off seven black, transsexual cheerleaders and I wondered which of them was blowing Stacy. I didn't even want to know. It should have been me, that's all I knew. They were already in there before I'd even gotten to the school, but I hadn't been invited and that hurt. I saw Brad licking his lips just before homeroom and it made my gut ache.
Two minutes later, Stacy and Karen walked right past me without even a glance, although I smiled eagerly at Stacy. She totally, completely blew me off! And everyone saw it! Like fifty kids saw me standing there like a dork, smiling like an idiot while my girlfriend, one of the hottest girls in the whole school, breezed by without so much as a flicker of her eyes in my direction! Talk about instant pain! I felt crushed! You can't know how that feels until it happens and if I'd known the night before, I'd have agreed to anything to avoid this silent treatment penalty thing!
It was the same with all of them. I saw Dave and Kevin when I went to my locker, since theirs are right there across the hall from mine, and they didn't look at me either. I even tried talking to them! I asked them, "Hey! What's up?" with a smile and everything, but they didn't even glance at me. I felt like a ghost haunting the school, you know? Like they couldn't even see me, except I knew they could and chose not to. That was worse, I thought, and being dead actually sounded better. I mean, at least I'd have a reason then! Or at least a better reason, I should say.
And it would have been different if I'd been mad at them. If Stacy and I had gotten in a real argument and broken up? Sure, I'd have expected the silent treatment from her and her friends. I'd have done the same to her and not felt really bad about it. But we hadn't broken up! Stacy was still my girlfriend, Dave and the other guys were still my best friends. After three days it would all be over and I'd be forgiven, or so I hoped, and our lives would go back to normal. That made it seem worse too! I couldn't wait three days. My gut hurt every time I saw one of them ignoring me, and especially when I saw Stacy, obviously.
This silent treatment thing sucked!
"So, um…I heard you broke up with Stacy," Molly Hawkins smiled at me and she seemed like a nice girl, kind of cute with her auburn hair and hazel eyes.
"No," I shook my head. "Not really."
"Oh." She looked like she didn't believe me. "Well, um…I was wondering if you wanted to do something later."
"Do something?" I narrowed my eyes at her. "Like what?"
"I don't know," she giggled a little nervously and I guess I wasn't making it very easy for her. "Like hang out? You want to come over to my house after school?"
"Uh, thanks," I smiled. "But…I can't. I have to get home and, uh…"
"Oh. Right. Yeah," Molly nodded quickly, blushing now that I'd shot her down.
"Maybe some other time," I offered, but that didn't sound very sincere even to me and the girl was practically running away by then anyhow.
Fuck! Molly was kind of a little hottie too, for being a fifteen-year-old sophomore, and she'd worked up a little courage to ask me out. If I hadn't met Stacy, I'd have said yes to Molly in a heartbeat. She probably wanted to make out, maybe even wanted to have sex, for all I knew. But I didn't care. The only one I wanted to have sex with was Stacy and I had three days to wait before she'd even look at me again. And I knew, like it had to be obvious, that those three days weren't a vacation. They were a puishment. I couldn't get a temporary girlfriend like Molly, take her home and bone her, and then go back to Stacy…She'd cut my balls off!
I was still her boyfriend, even if she was ignoring me. I figured this must be what marriage would be like, except married guys still got to have sex, but without all the pillow talk. All I had was my hand and that black dildo Stacy had given me and I'd jerked off that morning, rubbing it against my balls and pretending it was Stacy's hot cock fucking me. I'd spent half an hour feeling guilty about that, but at the time I'd kind of enjoyed it. Except that after having real sex with a real girl with a real cock, well…Jerking off didn't hold the same thrill for me anymore, you know? I mean, it's still nice, but I was only jerking off because I had to and that's something a guy should do because he wants to.
Or something, I'm still trying to figure it all out, actually.
Anyway, there was no way I could last three days. Unfortunately, every time I tried to apologize to Stacy, she'd look at someone else and wonder, "Did you hear something?"
I really hated that.
"Kyle," I whispered loudly and we were alone in the boys' bathroom, sorta by accident, but not really since I'd followed him in.
He just looked at the blank wall in front of him while he took a whiz.
"Come on, dude!" I said, standing at the urinal next to his. "Just tell me how to end this silent treatment deal."
"Hmmm mmm hmmm…" he started humming the Jeopardy! song and I frowned.
"Nobody else is here," I assured him. "They won't know you talked to me."
He didn't even look at me, just flushed the urinal and zipped up his pants.
"I hate this shit!" I almost yelled at him as Kyle washed his hands, not bothering to look at my reflection.
"Do the challenge," he whispered so softly I wasn't even sure I heard him.
"What?" I asked, wide-eyed and hopeful as he looked at me in the mirror.
"Do the challenge," he repeated. "Just like they told you, then it'll all be cool."
"Are you sure?" I asked, but just then the door opened and some other kids were coming in and Kyle walked away without another word.
Oh man! I really had to think about that. I'd have to sneak into the girls' locker room and go through the lockers, stealing clothes from girls who were in gym class. Then I'd have to put them on and then walk through the library at 2:15 in the afternoon. Right? Was that the challenge? Yeah. And all I had to do was not get busted and somehow live with the fact that everyone in school would know what I'd done, which meant I would get busted! I'd also be some kind of weird pervert who liked to wear girls' clothes in public!
But I could almost explain that. I mean, it was just a prank and everybody likes a good joke. Stacy would still be my girlfriend and so nobody would think I was a fag, since she was a seriously hot cheerleader. But even if the other kids thought it was funny, whoever I stole the clothes from wouldn't find it very amusing. Especially the girl whose bra and panties I would be wearing. She might have something to say about that! And the principal wouldn't be very happy about it, nor would my parents after he called them. Especially my dad! Uh, gee, we caught your son cross-dressing at school, Colonel…
That was a training accident waiting to happen. Definitely.
But did I want to get the silent treatment for two and half more days? Obviously not, since I was skipping my history class and sneaking into the girls' locker room at 1:30 on a Tuesday afternoon! I really hoped I wouldn't go to jail for this!