Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders

Chapter Seven

 

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"You're spoiling everything," Stacy said with an exasperated sigh. "How hard can it be to be a whore?"

"I don't know," I replied softly, standing bare butt naked in the middle of the clubhouse.

Seven black cheerleaders and six of their boyfriends were sitting around me, more or less. I should have been the seventh, Stacy's boyfriend, but she wasn't too pleased with me, since I was sort of a girl now. I'd only just started cross-dressing the day before really, with my mom's help, and so I didn't have any breasts yet or anything. Just a pretty face and a slender, pale body with a small, hard dick and smooth, hairless balls in a little pink sack.

"Bad balls!" Heather spat unhappily. WHAP! I winced at the sound of Kevin's balls getting spanked. Everybody in school had heard about him being forced to suck off five big black guys and Heather didn't like to share her boyfriend very much.

"Seven, Mistress!" Kevin answered the slap with a high, trembling voice. She was using a ruler on his bound scrotum, but the eighteen-year-old boy's sexy penis strained to its full five inches with obvious pleasure.

"Keep sucking, bitch," Wendy breathed, stretched out on a large, pink pillow decorated with tassels while Josh worked his mouth up and down her long, black cock lazily. He held her balls in his left hand, massaging the girl's large testes gently and I felt a twinge of envy.

"Umph oohmph ummm…" either Dave or Veronica grunted and groaned, probably both of them as they kissed deeply. The black transsexual had her white boyfriend impaled completely on her stiff cock, sitting with his back to her breasts and legs spread wide over hers. Dave's much smaller penis stood stiffly against his tummy, spilling precum down the shaft while they made-out.

"Mmmph!" Brad moaned around Rita's sweet, brown dick as she fingered his ass and giggled. The sexy sophomore had him curled up with his knees to his chest and his cute dick and balls pulled back between his thighs. Every now and then Rita would squeeze his scrotum, pulling on it as if jerking him off that way.

"Like that, baby?" Paula whispered in Kyle's ear as she straddling his body with hers on the thick carpet, grinding her fat cock deep inside his sexy white ass. She had her smallish, but very firm, pert tits against Kyle's back and Paula liked to squirm around, sort of massaging her boyfriend with her body while they fucked.

"I love fucking your cock!" Karen groaned as she worked her swollen cockhead inside her boyfriend's well-stretched prepuce. She held both of their dicks in her hands and Jimmy's looked very small compared to his girlfriend's, but he had a lot of foreskin! It covered Karen's glans completely and inside that tube of tight skin, her cock rubbed against Jimmy's. I'd never heard of docking before in my life and I found it pretty cool, but my attention was mostly fixed on Stacy

"Who's going to pay to fuck a slut?" she asked me and all I could do was swallow hard and look guilty beneath her disappointed gaze.

"I'm not a slut," I protested weakly, even though I knew better than to contradict her like that.

"You are a slut!" Stacy snorted. "The whole school knows it! Everybody saw you behind the school, fucking and sucking those two Goth fags!"

"Not everybody," I frowned, just begging for trouble.

"You like white dick now?" she asked. "Is that what's going through your puny faggot brain? You don't want anymore of this?"

She'd stripped down to her thong and now Stacy held her semi-hard cock in her fist, stroking it slowly as I licked my lips. She knew I wanted her. I loved Stacy's beautiful, black cock and all I wanted to do was crawl between her long, smooth legs and worship the girl. I wanted to lick her balls and suck her prick, rim her asshole, or do anything else Stacy could think of. I wanted to be her little white cock slave, but she didn't like me anymore.

"I can't even get a decent boyfriend now," she sighed and looked around the room. "All the good ones are taken. I was so happy when you showed up, Mattie. I thought we'd have a good thing together, but…"

"I'm sorry," I whispered for like the zillionth time.

"Just get out of here," she said, waving a hand towards the door. "Get dressed. Go home. I don't want to look at you anymore."

"W-What?" I blinked at her, thinking this wasn't very fair at all and it made me mad more than anything else. All I'd ever tried to do was what Stacy wanted and now she was just kicking me out completely?

"You're breaking up with him?" Rita asked, glancing up from Brad's sucking mouth.

"Yeah," Stacy nodded and from the tone of her voice, I knew she wasn't going to change her mind.

"I'll trade you for her," Heather said out of the blue and everyone stopped what they were doing to look at her.

"What?" Stacy narrowed her eyes.

"Kevin for Mattie," Heather offered. "You want a boy, right? I'll take a girl for him."

"Yeah," Stacy snorted with a smile. "After he sucked off five guys today?"

"They made him do it," Heather shrugged. "Everybody knows Kevin's a pussy, that's no secret, but he's sexy as hell too."

"Yeah," Veronica agreed, licking her lips and reaching down to rub Dave's penis like an oversized clit. "White boys are fair game for the brothers; the whole school knows that, Stace."

"Maybe," Stacy agreed reluctantly. "But why do you want this faggot?"

"Mattie?" Heather smiled at me. "She's hot. I like her. I dunno. Maybe she just needs a little more discipline."

I blushed and looked away from Heather's eyes, blue-grey like a stormy sky beneath her fine, brown hair. She didn't look as black as the other girls, but more like she was Middle Eastern or something with her bronzed skin and more European than African features. Heather could have been the most beautiful of all them, but I'd always been partial to Stacy and it really did depend on what you liked. Any one of those girls could break a boy's heart with just a smile.

"I won't give him back," Stacy warned her friend. "No refunds."

"That's fine," Heather shrugged. "So? You wanna trade or what?"

"Are you gonna wake up tomorrow and decide you're a girl?" Stacy asked Kevin, who looked rather confused by this unexpected turn of events.

"Uh…No," he replied, looking between Heather and Stacy. "I like being a boy."

"Wait a minute," Wendy interrupted. "I wanna trade too. Josh for Mattie."

"What? Why?" Josh looked up from her cock with an astonished look on his flushed face.

"Keep sucking," Wendy told him, pushing the boy's face back down on her dick.

"Yeah," Heather looked at Wendy unhappily. "Why?"

"Because I think it would be fun having a girl like Mattie for a boyfriend," the girl shrugged. "She's cute."

"Josh, huh?" Stacy smiled and it seemed she might have liked Wendy's boyfriend more than she liked Heather's.

"No way," Heather frowned. "I wanted to trade first!"

"So what?" Wendy countered. "It's up to Stacy, not you!"

"You're such a bitch!" Heather stared at the girl and I blinked at that. I'd never heard any of those girls do more than tease each other, but this sounded kind of serious.

"I'll trade you Kyle for Josh," Paula said, cutting off Wendy's retort.

"You will?" Karen asked with a grin. "Why?"

"He wants to be a girl," Paula sighed, stroking Kyle's long, dark hair with real affection. "I love him, but…I don't want a girlfriend."

"You know about that?" Kyle asked her softly and Paula giggled.

"Like you can keep a secret from me?" she teased him. "Silly boy!"

"How about Kevin for Kyle?" Heather suggested. "Since Wendy wants Mattie so bad."

"I'll take either one," Wendy said, looking between me and Kyle. "They're both hot."

"Me too," Paula shrugged. "I'll take Kevin or Josh, it doesn't matter."

"So who do you want to trade with, Stacy?" Heather asked. "Me or Paula?"

"Hmmm…" Stacy smiled, looking between Kevin and Josh. "Decisions, decisions."

Whatever Stacy decided would affect all four of us boys and I'd end up with either Heather or Wendy. I felt seriously relieved that nobody had asked for our opinions! I mean, sure, it would be sort of nice if they'd asked us which girl we wanted to go out with, but picking one girl over another was always a bad idea! Someone would be offended, even if only secretly, just like I'd be a little miffed if one of them picked Kyle over me. I liked the guy, sure, I wanted him to be happy, but I still thought I was prettier than he was!

Thankfully, Stacy was choosing between Josh and Kevin, and the slight rejection wouldn't make the one who didn't get picked too happy, but hey…At least it wasn't up to me! All I had to do was sit there and wait like everyone else and I had little doubt that Stacy wouldn't care if she insulted one of the two boys, accidentally or otherwise. The girl wasn't blessed with a whole lot of empathy for anyone but herself, I realized, and probably it was a good thing we were breaking up. I needed to be with a girl who could be a little more understanding and patient, you know?

"Who do you like, Mattie?" Stacy spoiled my happy thoughts suddenly. "Do you want to go out with Heather or with Wendy?"

"Uhhh…" I stared at her, wondering if she wasn't asking me on purpose, you know, just to get one of those two girls mad at me.

I glanced between the two cheerleaders in question, trying very hard not to look like I was comparing them. I mean…How could I? That's like comparing the Mona Lisa to one of Mozart's symphonies. They're both perfect!

Wendy was seventeen and a junior like me, and very pretty. Like gorgeous, kinda, with her dark skin and soft brown eyes, perfect tits with black nipples pointing out and up. Toned legs and a sweet, round butt that really rolled around when the girl walked through school. She wasn't very tall, just a little more than me maybe, which would make her five foot ten probably. Wendy's face was especially cute, not beautiful, I wouldn't say that, but definitely cute with kind of a small, broad nose and thick, pouting lips and soft cheeks. And of course her cock! A solid seven inches of black circumcised love muscle with a pair of heavy balls in a supple, low hanging scrotum that just begged to be kissed…God!

Heather, like I said before, looked much different than her friend. She must have had a white grandparent or something. Maybe even her mom or dad, I had no idea. She looked sort of Persian or something, except those light colored eyes of hers were real heart stoppers, and her brown hair fell fine and straight around her pretty face. Her cock wasn't as large as some of the other girls' maybe, but it was still a lot bigger than mine! And Heather's body was perfect. I mean, she looked like a swimsuit model with real hips, a tiny waist, real tits and everything!

I think I would have picked Heather if only because she looked so amazing, except for one thing…I wasn't sure I wanted to get my balls spanked with a ruler! Like Veronica, Heather was into that sort of thing, BDSM or whatever, and the idea kind of frightened me.

"Well?" Stacy asked impatiently. "Which one do you like, Mattie?"

"I don't know!" I giggled nervously. "I like both of them. I can't decide."

"Wise decision," Karen said with a giggle and Stacy just rolled her eyes.

"White boys," she sighed. "No wonder you're a slut. Alright then…" she looked between Josh and Kevin and made her choice.

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"My mom must be at the hospital," I said, ignoring the answering machine and turning off the phone. "My dad had a stroke, so…"

"Yeah," Heather nodded. "I heard about that. Do you need to go see him?"

"No," I shook my head. "It's okay. I'd probably give him a heart attack anyway."

"He doesn't want you to be a girl, huh?"

"He's a Marine," I told her, figuring that would just about explain everything she needed to know about my dad.

"Stacy said his cock is huge," Heather giggled. "Like ten inches or something."

"Uh, I dunno," I said with a shy laugh, getting a little warm.

"It's okay," she smiled at me in the dim light as she drove us from Wendy's house to hers. "I know what it's like to have a weird dad, believe me!"

"You do?" I smiled back, fidgeting with her celphone and Heather liked to drive fast! She had a Porsche Boxter, a black one, and every time she touched the accelerator it threw me backwards into the leather seat.

"You'll meet him," she nodded.

"I hope he likes me," I said, taking a deep breath and holding it as Heather ran a red light doing about ninety.

"Daddy?" she laughed and rolled her eyes. "He likes everybody. He's one of those guys, you know?"

"Uhhh…What guys?" I wondered, not knowing at all.

"An easy going guy," she grinned. "He totally spoils me too! Can you tell?"

"Maybe," I said with a giggle.

"My mom's the one you have to watch out for," she said. "She doesn't like white boys very much."

"Oh!" I blinked at that.

"I mean, she'll like you just fine, probably," Heather shrugged. "Just don't say too much around her."

"Okay," I agreed, wondering what I was getting into.

"I'm glad Stacy picked Kevin," she said, shifting once more and hitting a hundred thirty now that we were on the interstate. "I like him a lot, but we've been together a long time. It's time for a change, you know?"

"Yeah," I breathed, closing my eyes as she wove through the thankfully light traffic.

"Stacy's just too high strung, that's her problem." Heather put a hand on my left thigh, stroking my leg through the stocking I wore. It felt nice, but I sorta wanted to tell her to keep both hands on the steering wheel.

"I guess so," I said slowly, not wanting to say anything that might be bad about any of Heather's friends.

"She's always been like that," the girl sighed. "She always blames the boy too. It's not your fault you're a sissy."

"Yeah," I cleared my throat and winced as we passed between two eighteen wheelers in the blink of an eye. They probably hadn't even seen us coming!

"But we do have to work on your reputation, Mattie," she said with a squeeze of my leg. "No more white cock for you!"

"That was, um…an accident," I told her. "I didn't really mean to…"

"Black dick is okay, but not too much," she continued. "I know you can't say no to hard, black cock…"

"Yeah," I agreed with a little blush and a self-conscious smile.

"…but not five at a time, okay?" she looked at me and I nodded quickly. "I won't like that very much, Mattie."

"Alright," I agreed, biting my bottom lip and looking contrite even though I wasn't guilty of anything…yet.

Heather seemed to live an awfully long ways from school. In fact, she lived in a completely different suburb, which meant there had to be at least two or three public high schools closer to her house than the one we went to. When I asked her about it, Heather giggled and gave me a funny look.

"Hathaway High is like the transgender capital of Seattle," she said. "You didn't know that?"

"The what?" I blinked at her. "No! What does that mean?"

"I mean, it's kinda famous that way," she giggled. "At least with people who know about that sort of thing. There's probably thirty transsexuals going to school there."

"Really?" I found myself leaning left and right and left again as we took the S-curves doing a measly hundred and twenty. I was pretty thankful I had my seatbelt on!

"Yeah!" Heather nodded. "Nobody talks about it really, but why would they? It's nobody else's business, right?"

"Ummm…No," I shrugged, feeling really confused. "So everybody knows?"

"Not everybody!" she laughed. "Most of the other kids don't know, except about you now. You're like the poster girl for she-males now!"

"She-males?"

"Chicks with dicks?" Heather teased me with a grin. "You're the only one totally out, so that's pretty awesome."

"Oh."

"We're all kind of waiting to see what everybody does," she told me seriously. "I think that's why the principal picked you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, besides being such a total sissy!" she giggled. "You're new at school and you were a boy, sorta, and now you're going to be a girl and…"

"The principal picked me?" I asked, not getting that part at all.

"Well, yeah," Heather shrugged. "He's really excited about you too. Like if everything's cool, and all the kids accept you and everything, then he'll be able to sell the program to the school board or the government or something. I don't really know all the details, you know."

"What program?"

"The Special Transgender Education Program," she said. "JD calls it STEP, see? So instead of just having two sexes at school or whatever, we'd have three!"

"Three sexes?" I shook my head. "I don't get it."

"Like there'd be a bathroom for transsexuals, a separate locker room, ummm…We'd have our own gym classes and stuff like that," Heather explained, sounding kind of excited about it. "It would be really awesome. Don't you think?"

"I don't know," I admitted truthfully, thinking it sounded kind of strange to me. How many transsexual teenagers could there be? Probably not enough to build separate bathrooms for them!

"Anyway," Heather said, flying across three lanes of highway all of a sudden to take the exit she almost missed, "it's all part of the Master Plan and Stacy just gets too hung up on herself sometimes. I swear, that girl needs to take a chill pill."

"What Master Plan?" I wondered.

"Oh, never mind about that," she smiled at me. "We're almost home now anyway. This is going to be fun!"

I felt completely confused by then. There was a Special Program for transsexuals? A Master Plan? The principal was running some kind of social experiment and I'd become his prize guinea pig? None of that made a whole lot of sense to me! What happened to just going to school and struggling to survive normal, everyday peer pressure? And there were thirty chicks with dicks at Hathaway High? The cheerleaders made seven, I was eight, Shauna would be nine…Like twenty of the girls I saw everyday were really boys? Man! I couldn't even begin to guess which ones! I never would have guessed Shauna had a dick, but her own sister had told me. And those black girls, they were all completely hot!

It made my head spin, actually, and I wasn't sure what any of it meant.

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Heather lived in a nice house, a large and expensive one, and I guessed her family had to be doing pretty well. I'd grown up living on a lot of bases and those houses had sucked mostly, plus people don't join the Marines to get rich! We did okay, but I'll admit I felt a little intimidated. I mean. Heather intimidated me anyway, being black and beautiful like she was, so her family being wealthy was just frosting on the cake.

"Come on! We'll meet Daddy first," Heather said, taking me by the hand and pulling me along a path from the garage to a large patio surrounding a swimming pool.

We entered the house through some fancy French doors and I felt relieved to find a real home instead of a museum or something. The kitchen looked normal anyway, much like my own kitchen at home, except a little bigger. It smelled good too, like spices and herbs and all that. Sort of a warm, pleasant smell that helped me relax a bit maybe. Of course seeing the maid standing there, preparing what looked like two glasses of red wine on a silver tray, surprised me a little and I wished we had a maid at home. That would be pretty awesome, especially if she was cute like this one!

She wore a French Maid's outfit too. Seriously. Like white stockings with a real garter belt beneath her very short, tight, black uniform. It had frilly lace around the hem and sleeves and all that. I only saw her from the back at first, but the view was nice even for a fag like me! I still had some boy inside me and I especially liked the way I could just see a hint of the girl's white panties clinging to her pale butt cheeks beneath the hem of her skirt. She had a nice ass!

"Hi Daddy!" Heather said brightly and I looked around nervously, expecting to see her father staring at me, but we were alone except for the maid.

"Heather!" the maid said in a surprisingly sexy, breathless sort of voice. "Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?"

She turned around with a pout on her crimson lips and a cascade of thick, wavy, curling red hair around a very pretty face. The maid uniform really showed off her tits, having a low neckline and I guessed she had to be wearing some kind of push-up bra beneath it. Her creamy boobs jiggled every time the woman moved.

Heather's dad put her hands on her decidedly female hips, made even better by her thin waist and that perfectly round, pert butt I'd first noticed. She wasn't very tall, being a couple inches shorter than me probably, but the high heels she wore made it hard to tell. She couldn't have any more than me either and I just couldn't see her as anyone's father!

"I'm eighteen, Daddy," Heather rolled her eyes. "I think I can tell time just fine. Be nice now, I want you to meet my new boyfriend."

"A new one?" the girl…the man…narrowed her eyes, blue-grey exactly like her daughter's. "What happened to Kevin?"

"I traded him," Heather giggled. "This is Mattie."

"Oh!" She…he…blinked at that and then offered me a genuine smile. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Ralph…Heather's father."

"You can call him Roxanne around the house," Heather told me. "He's only Ralph when he's working."

"Well," he blushed and smiled almost shyly. "That's what I meant. I'm Roxanne, Heather's maid."

"Much better, Daddy," she smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Is that for Mom?"

"Oh! The wine?" Her dad glanced at the tray he'd prepared and nodded. "Yeah. She's, um…entertaining tonight."

"As usual," Heather sighed. "You'd better bring it to her then."

"I better, huh?" Roxanne shrugged and then smiled at me. "It's nice meeting you, Mattie. Where did you get that outfit?"

"Uh…Saucy's," I smiled back at him. "At the mall."

"It's sweet," he told me. "You should bring Heather there sometime. I keep telling her to show off a little!"

"I like sneaking up on people, Daddy!" she giggled. "Besides…I have Mattie to show off now."

"Uh-huh," he gave me a look, letting his eyes roam my body slowly. "If I were a younger man…"

"If you were a real man?" Heather teased him. "Stop flirting with my boyfriend. She only likes black dick anyway."

I blinked at that, but her father didn't even bat an eyelash as he picked up the tray. I had no idea what he looked like as Ralph, imagining this incredibly sexy woman as a man was just about impossible.

"I don't blame you," Roxanne wrinkled his pert nose and giggled.

"Mom likes to humiliate him," Heather explained. "She only married Daddy for his money and now he's a sissy cuckold."

"A who?" I wondered softly, but Heather wasn't whispering and her father must have heard every word she said.

"A cuckold? You know, she has another man," she told me. "This black guy, Harold, a real bull too! God! He's got a monster dick, but he's kind of an asshole."

"Oh," I nodded like it all made sense suddenly.

"He's the man of the house," Heather continued, making little quotation marks with her fingers and rolling her eyes. "We all have to suck his dick or else he has a crisis."

"Really?" I giggled nervously.

"I think Harold's afraid Daddy's going to change his mind one of these days, put on a pair of pants, and shoot him," Heather giggled.

"What?" Roxanne gave her a shocked look over his shoulder. "No. I love your mother. I knew what I was getting."

"A slut?" Heather teased him. "It's your life, Daddy."

"And besides," he chuckled. "I don't even own a pair of pants…Here we are…"

He rapped lightly on a door and then opened it slowly, peeking inside the room.

"Dear? I have your wine," Roxanne said in his high, soft voice as he entered the room.

"Come on," Heather said with a tug of my hand. "We'd better say hello."

"Ahhhh…Roxy!" a woman said. "Perfect timing, sissy…Come here…Harold made a little mess for you to clean up!"

The room looked like some sort of French boudoir out of a romance movie. The carpet was red, the walls papered in some sort of floral design, all gold and burgundy. The furniture looked big and heavy, very ornate and expensive, but mostly I noticed a sort of attractive black woman and a handsome black man lounging naked on some kind of bed…or something. Like a sofa, except bigger, and covered with golden sheets and pillows.

"Down here, Roxanne…" she spread her legs and massaged her obviously cum soaked pussy. "Suck all that dirty sperm out of me now, before…Oh! Heather…You're home."

"Hi, Mom," Heather replied, still holding my hand as we stood just inside the room.

I tried to look anywhere but at the woman's gaping sex and so naturally I found myself staring at Harold's long, black dick as it lay slimy with fuck juices across one muscular thigh. He had a smirking sort of smile as he stared right back at me and I didn't care for it, but the man had a beautiful dick! Heather had been right about that and a very nice pair of balls to go with it. He made my little penis jerk in my panties.

"And you've brought a little friend with you, I see," she said, reaching for her husband's head and pulling his mouth to her pussy. "Start licking, Roxanne…Show your little Princess how much you love her mother."

"This is Mattie," Heather said, sounding bored. "That's my mom, Vanity, and that's her boyfriend, Harold."

"Another pussy?" she smiled at me. "And this one wears a dress. I should have expected as much. Do you suck her cock, Mattie?"

"Uhhh…" I swallowed hard, listening to the soft, wet slurping of Roxanne as she sucked another man's sperm out his wife's well-fucked hole.

"Of course you do," Vanity nodded. "Why don't you come over here and introduce yourself to Harold's cock? He's the real man of the house, but I'm sure you can see that for yourself. Can't you?"

"I guess…" I answered slowly, not wanting to insult Heather's dad, but Roxanne looked a little busy anyway. His ass sorta rocked from side to side hypnotically and I blushed.

"Yeah," Harold nodded, leaning back with his hands clasped behind his head. "Don't be shy, white boy. You ain't the first pussy that faggot bitch brought home."

"Oh Harold!" Heather's mom giggled and my new girlfriend just frowned, but her hand got suddenly much tighter around my fingers.

"Maybe I should, um…go home," I suggested under my breath.

"What are you two whispering about?" Vanity narrowed her dark eyes. "Don't worry about Heather. She knows the rules. Tell the boy it's okay, dear."

"It's okay," Heather breathed, letting go of my hand. "Go ahead. I'll be right here."

"He looks scared!" Harold chuckled.

"Mmmm…Roxy," Vanity sighed. "Use your tongue, darling…Deeper…You know Harold has such a long cock."

"Um…" I swallowed hard and walked towards them, feeling warm all over and not a little confused. This wasn't what I'd been expecting when Heather had invited me home to meet her family and I didn't really understand how people could talk and act like this. But then again, my dad had fucked Stacy half an hour after meeting the girl, so who was I to talk?

"That's a good boy," Heather's mom sighed, holding Roxanne's mouth to her pussy and for a second I wasn't sure which of us she was talking to.

"Down on your knees, queer bait," Harold told me. "You're fine as hell, you know that? What did you say your name was?"

"Mattie," I whispered, getting on my knees next to Heather's dad while Harold spread his legs for me. His cock glistened with recent sex and I could smell the musky aroma oozing from their sweaty bodies.

"Did Heather tell you her Daddy is a sissy cocksucker?" Vanity asked me. "Like father like son, I suppose."

She'd lifted the man's face, all pink and glistening with the wetness from her pussy. I thought she'd probably been talking to him more than me and I glanced over my shoulder to see Heather leaning against the wall, neither smiling nor frowning. She didn't seem to resemble her mother very much, that was for sure, but she had her father's eyes for sure. His personality too, I thought, because nobody could be as much of a bitch as her mom!

"And boyfriends too apparently," Vanity continued with a shake of her head. "The least you could do is bring home a real man once in awhile, Heather."

"You've got a real man right here, baby," Harold said, leaning towards Heather's mom for a deep kiss while Roxanne went back to eating her out.

Soon enough I began licking upward along Harold's left thigh, leaning forward and half-crawling onto the sheets. He tasted like salt and my mouth watered as I found the man's warm, black cock with my mouth. I felt both humiliated and excited being forced to do this, although I didn't really think anyone would have stopped me if I'd just left. It seemed to be kind of a challenge thing, a dare or something, and Heather just wanted to see how I'd react. Maybe. Or it could be she had as little choice as I did, being able to leave if she chose, but knowing she could never come back.

"Ummm…Yeah! That's it, white boy," Harold told me, reaching for my hair as I took the head of his cock in my mouth. "Show me how you do it for your girlfriend."

I licked his cock all over, bathing the smooth glans first, and then sliding my pursed lips along the shaft. I used my tongue on his balls and on the underside of his prick. I could taste his semen, the salty flavor of a man's orgasm, but something else besides that too. The sharp, tangy flavor of girl cum, which was something new to me and I wasn't sure if I enjoyed it or not. I lifted my face and licked my lips as I caught my breath, catching the gleam in Harold's dark brown eyes as well.

"Like the taste of my dick, faggot?" Harold asked me. "That's pussy juice.

"That's probably the first time he's ever tasted a real woman before," Heather's mom snorted. "Give him some more."

"Oh yeah," Harold agreed and then I discovered just how little the man really thought of me.

"Mmmph!" I scrunched my eyes shut as he pulled my head down, filling my mouth with his cock and making me gag loudly. Harold wasn't completely hard yet, but would be soon enough and I could see why Heather's mom liked him. He had a really great cock, long and thick as he grew more excited. My lips were stretched tightly around the shaft and he didn't want me playing with it, the man just wanted a real suckjob!

"Umph! Umph! Umph!" I made quick, muffled grunts deep in my throat as Harold held me with his big, black hands clapped over my ears. He pulled me up and down relentlessly, using my mouth to jerk himself off. I had to snatch quick breaths when I could and swallowing all the spit and precum filling my mouth was out of the question. The sloppy drool spilled from my lips to run down the dark shaft and soak into his thick pubic hair. My fingers clutched at his thighs, digging into the man's muscles, but he refused to let me go.

"Oh! That's special!" Vanity giggled. "I think the boy likes it, Harold. Isn't that sexy, Roxanne?"

"Mmmm…" Heather's dad licked his glistening lips as his wife lifted his mouth from her sex. "I think he's a little too rough with her."

"Too rough? Nonsense!" the woman shook her head. "The boy loves it! Look at him!" 

"Ugh! Fuck yeah! He loves my dick!" Harold chuckled breathlessly, watching as my eyes watered and my face turned red. "Like a pocket pussy!"

"See that, Heather?" Vanity teased. "Your little boyfriend here loves Harold's dick almost as much as your father does."

"Really, dear," Roxanne said softly. "She's very small and Harold…"

"Your daughter should have thought of that before bringing him home," Vanity giggled. "She knows what happens to white boys in this house."

"All the…ugh!…white boys love black…ugh!…dick!" Harold laughed and stopped pumping my face long enough tell me, "Gonna drain my balls, bitch! You ready for that?"

I didn't have much time to think about it as the man pulled my mouth halfway down his cock, lodging the head tight against the entrance to my throat as he unleashed a torrent of hot cum. I was choking, naturally, and gagging on his dick. The flood of hot jism overflowing my stuffed mouth didn't help either. I sputtered and coughed, jerking my head uselessly with the effort of trying to get away just so I could breathe, but Harold wouldn't let me go.

"Stop it! You asshole!" I heard Heather's sharp voice and then her hands on my shoulders, pulling me up and away from Harold's grasp and his cum spitting prick.

"Don't be a bitch, Heather," her mom sighed. "Harold was just having some fun with the boy."

"We gotta go," Heather said, but making it sound like she really wanted to say something else. She just stared at her mother for a long second before pulling me to my feet.

I felt pretty helpless and I'd gagged so hard that I'd almost puked. Semen and saliva covered my face and neck, my t-shirt had gotten soaked with the stuff, and for the second time that day my hair was clumped and matted with ball juice. I probably looked like a drowned rat as I gasped for air, still coughing and shaking with a confusing mix of fear and adrenaline. My lips felt bruised and swollen, my whole face really, like I'd just been in a fight or something.

"I didn't like that very much," I said weakly as Heather let me lean on her, walking me out of the room. I tried to smile too, like I'd been making a joke, but she didn't smile back.

"I'm sorry, Mattie," she sighed. "They did it to hurt me, not you. I won't let it happen again, I promise."

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"Once I turn twenty-one, my trust fund matures and I can leave," Heather explained as she gave me a bath in the biggest, nicest bathtub I'd ever seen in my life.

"How much is that?" I wondered.

"A lot!" she giggled. "But until then, I have to put up with my parents. It sucks."

"Your dad seemed okay," I said, offering her a smile over my shoulder. I sat between her thighs, with my back against tits while she rubbed soapy hands over my chest and tummy.

"He's nice," she said. "I love him, but he's a total slave to my mom. Like she removed his brain or something, I swear."

I giggled at that.

"Mom likes him anyway, I guess," Heather shrugged. "She hates me though."

"She does?"

"Yeah. When they got married, Mom fucked all her old boyfriends at the reception," Heather explained. "Like, I dunno, five or six guys, black guys, just to make sure she was pregnant with a black baby."

"But he's your real dad," I said kind of dumbly.

"They got married and had sex one time," Heather giggled. "Mom swears she was full of black sperm when Daddy took her to bed, and since he's got such a little dick and little balls…Anyway, I guess his sperm was tough!"

"Heh!" I grinned at her.

"He knocked her up and when Mom saw she had a little half-white baby with blue eyes…" Heather sighed. "She never liked me. She raised me as a girl just to get even with Dad."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Heather nodded seriously. "I thought I was a girl until I was about, seven maybe? Or eight-years-old when I figured out I had a dick instead of a pussy like my friends."

"That must have been weird," I sighed.

"Really weird," Heather giggled and kissed my cheek. "I kinda like it now though. I like fucking pretty white boys a lot."

"Like me?" I teased her.

"Oh yeah," Heather smiled. "Sit up a little…My cock's been dying to kiss your pussy."

"I can tell!" I giggled, sticking out my tongue as we moved so she could guide her swollen prick inside my ass. It had been standing stiff against my butt for twenty minutes already and I'd kind of been waiting for Heather to do something about it.

"You can, huh?" she breathed, making a little face as she rubbed the head of her dick around, looking for my tight little hole.

"That's my balls!" I gasped, jerking upward as her cock jammed itself into my nutsack. It didn't hurt so much as surprise me, but still…

"Sorry!" she sang. "Oh…Ahhhh…Huhhhh…" she sighed happily as her cock found my sphincter, stretching it for a second and then sliding past the soft, rubbery ring into my eager rectum.

"Ohhh…" I nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as I sat down on her dick, taking her inch by inch until I had all of the girl's beautiful prick inside my boy pussy.

"Let's just sit here for a minute," Heather suggested with a smile and I nodded, resting my head on her shoulder as I felt my butt muscles quivering around her.

"Yeah," I agreed. "No hurry…That feels good."

"Uh-huh," she kissed my hair and then my cheek, urging me to turn my face.

"I'm glad Stacy traded me to you," I whispered truthfully, looking into those amazing blue-grey eyes and feeling truly happy for the first time in a long time.

"Stacy's a fuckin' idiot," Heather sighed as her lips found mine.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring me patiently as the girl held me impaled on her thick cock. We barely moved, but we were making love all the same. My muscles were clasped tightly around her, caressing the shaft with contractions of pleasure that I had no control over. I shivered beneath Heather's soft kiss and if I'd been afraid of her earlier, expecting some kind of BDSM whips and chains thing, I'd long since forgotten all about it. She held me safe in her strong arms, joined with me completely as we shared our humid breath and the soft gasps and groans of sweet discovery.

"Ummm…Yeah, ride it…" Heather groaned some while later, after we'd been making out hot and heavy.

"Fuck me...Fuck…Me!" I gasped loudly, bouncing my ass up and down on Heather's fat cock.

She might not have been as long as Stacy, but to tell the truth, I couldn't tell. I felt just as stuffed riding her beautiful dick as I did when Stacy had raped me that first time, if a rape it really was. At the time I'd thought so, but looking back on it…

I didn't want to look back. Heather held my tits with her hands digging into my sensitive flesh. I didn't have any breasts, but even so, it still felt amazing. My nipples actually throbbed for the first time in my life and I rocked my ass like a slut, grinding my tight asshole around Heather's dick with nothing but a serious rush of pleasure. It didn't hurt at all. It wasn't even uncomfortable. We were fucking hard too, all our patience had finally run out, and water sloshed over the marble of that beautiful tub, making a little flood on the bathroom floor.

"We're making ahhhh…mess!" I half-gasped, half-giggled, feeling the strange euphoria that only really good sex can bring.

"Don't worry," Heather breathed, lifting her butt to drive her prick as deep inside me as she could. "The maid will…um!…clean it! Jesus! You're tight!"

"Make me cum," I begged her, holding the edges of the tub with my arms stretched wide, flexing my knees as I worked myself up and down.

"Like this?" Heather asked, sliding a hand down my tummy to find my stiff penis flopping around under the water.

"Oh!" I blinked at nodded at the sensation of her fist closing around my dick and she started jerking me off in time with her thrusts.

"Cum for me, Mattie," she breathed into my ear, licking at my skin and kissing me, tugging at my small member with her tight hand.

"I'm gonna…Ohhh…Ummm…" I bit my lips, sucking on them as I tried to hold back. It only took a few seconds, just the girl's touch on my aching penis was enough to bring me off and I gasped, jerking against the orgasm that filled me.

The effort of pushing hot sperm out of my balls must have felt good for Heather too. A moment later she was there with me, pulling me down and kissing my neck as her cock pulsed deep inside me bowels. I could feel her cum filling me with a delicious warmth that made me shiver. I liked the feeling, but the emotions were even better. I enjoyed knowing that I had her inside me, like Heather had given me a part of herself. Maybe that sounds silly, but it's true, and that was always the best part for me. I turned my head and told her with my eyes and lips how much it meant to me, that one silly, sexy moment out of the thousands shared.

"I think I love you, Heather," I told her seriously, blushing and feeling shy, even with her cock still hard inside me.

"Shhhh…Silly boy," she giggled and kissed me again, but I thought that was her way of telling me she loved me too.

I hoped so.

 

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