Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders

Chapter Eight

 

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"Mattie! Where have you been?" Mom frowned as I walked into the kitchen with a sheepish smile on my face.

"It's my fault," Heather said before I could answer. "I took him home last night. I'm sorry."

"Oh!" My mom blinked at the eighteen-year-old girl. "You must be Stacy."

"Uh…No, Mom," I cleared my throat. "This is Heather, my new girlfriend."

"Heather?" she almost smiled. "I thought your girlfriend was that Stacy girl?"

"She was," Heather giggled. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Turner."

"Are you a, uh…boy?" Mom narrowed her eyes, looking her up and down and like I've mentioned, Heather had a seriously killer body to go with her striking blue-grey eyes and pretty face.

"Sort of," Heather scrunched her nose playfully. "I have boy parts, yeah."

"I see," Mom smiled a little nervously, but probably because six-thirty in the morning wasn't the best time to be meeting her queer son's transsexual girlfriend.

"I tried calling last night," I told her. "A bunch of times, but…"

"I was with your father," Mom nodded. "I only got home a few minutes ago myself."

"How is he?" I wondered.

"Doing better," Mom said with a reassuring smile. "Did you two eat breakfast?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I have to get ready for school."

"Yes, you do," Mom agreed, glancing at the clock and she was a little annoyed with me, but trying not to show it.

"Do you wanna see my room?" I asked Heather, but Mom shook her head. 

"Your friend can keep me company down here," she decided and then called after me, "Put that blue dress on, Mattie...with the white shoes!"

"Yes mother!" I teased her with a theatrical sigh.

I didn't know if Mom wanted to keep Heather in kitchen just so they could talk, or if she thought we might decide to have sex, being in my bedroom and all. Probably both, I figured, but I thought I'd worn Heather out the night before. After fucking in the bathtub, we'd fucked twice more in her bed, falling asleep with the girl's fat cock still throbbing in my cum-filled butt. I'd have been surprised if Heather wanted to do me again, but she did have some nice big balls too, so maybe…

"Well, they do look nice, Heather," Mom was agreeing as I walked into the kitchen half an hour later, only to find Heather showing my mom her tits.

"All natural too," my girlfriend nodded, having pulled her cheer top above her light brown tits and dark, puffy nipples. "Some of my friends have implants, you know, but I never liked that idea."

"Really?" Mom narrowed her eyes. "So you take female hormones? Doesn't that affect your, um…boy parts?"

"At first, yeah," Heather nodded. "But then JD, uh…Principal Davis, told me about a doctor who specializes in girls like me."

"You mean transsexuals?" Mom asked as Heather pulled her top back down.

"Kind of," Heather shrugged. "Except he doesn't really work with people who want the whole sex change deal."

"Oh." Mom smiled patiently, looking for a little more explanation than that.

"Like, I'm never going to get my penis cut off!" Heather giggled. "No way! I like it too much!"

"So does Mattie, I suppose," Mom laughed as well and I smiled self-consciously as they both looked at me.

"This doctor, his name's Peabody, he's into girls with dicks," Heather told us. "He took me off the female hormones and started me on some other stuff and it works great!"

"I can see that," my mom agreed. "I wonder if I could get him to look at Mattie?"

"I'm sure he would," Heather said. "I have his number, if you want it. His clinic is over in Silverdale."

"Is it expensive?" Mom asked and my girlfriend shook her head.

"He didn't charge me anything," she smiled. "He said he had some kind of grant or something, like some university was paying for everything."

"Really?" Mom widened her eyes at me. "Maybe we should see this doctor. What do you think, Mattie?"

"Ummm…" I shrugged. "You mean like, I'd have boobs…I mean, breasts?"

"I don't know," she smiled. "Do you want breasts?

"I kind of like being me," I said, not really know how I felt about it. "Do I have to?"

"Of course not," Mom shook her head. "It's your body."

"What do you think?" I looked at Heather and she pursed her lips.

"I like the way you look now," she said. "Like a sexy boy in a cute dress, but you have to do what you want."

"I'll, um…think about it," I decided. "Okay, Mom?"

"That's a good idea," she nodded. "But I'll give that doctor a call, just to talk to him."

"We'd better get going," Heather told me after digging through her purse for the guy's card. She grinned at my mom. "I'll bring him home right after school this time."

"Good," Mom nodded. "Mattie needs to do her chores."

"Mom!" I rolled my eyes, but she was right and we both knew it.

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"You don't really want to be a girl, do you?" Heather asked me on the way to school.

"I want to dress like a girl," I shrugged. "I want to be pretty."

"But not like me," she giggled. "With tits and all that?"

"I dunno," I told her truthfully. "I kinda like just being a sissy."

"A sissy!" she laughed at me, stroking my bare leg under the hem of my dress. "You're so cool, Mattie."

The dress I wore was sort of a one piece mini-dress, baby blue and really tight around my chest and tummy, showing off my complete lack of tits. The short skirt really showed off my smooth, pale legs though and especially my tight little butt! I knew I had a nice one and with my face made up and my blonde hair brushed so it shone like golden silk, I was hot even without all the girlish curves. Guys would like me just fine, I thought. At least the ones who weren't totally afraid of faggots.

I liked being a fag. A sissy, girly faggot who liked big, black dick! Tits might be sort of fun, but I thought it would almost be sort of boring if people saw me and just figured I was girl. I mean, it sounds dumb, but that's what I was thinking. Like that Shauna chick, and I still hadn't given her back her underwear yet, she looked like such a total girl that I hadn't had a clue! She was pretty, yeah, but unless she told you her secret there just wasn't anything that made her totally different from a lot of other girls. Same with the cheerleaders, although nobody would consider them boring or anything, they were just very pretty girls.

But me…Well, I could be a boy who looked like a girl, or a girl who looked like a boy, see? It would kind of depend on who was looking at me, on what they wanted me to be. And even then, until they reached inside my panties, I'd still be a mystery. Boys would kiss me and wonder if they were queer, girls would flirt with me and giggle because they were bi-curious. At least some of them, others would ignore me completely. The boring people who wanted all the answers up front, without any risk or sense of adventure. It was a romantic view, I admit, but I was only sixteen and girlish in my heart as much as my mind.

I wanted my life to be romantic and different, the way any teenager does. Would that be so bad? I didn't think so and neither did my mom, or my new girlfriend, it seemed. Heather liked me the way I was and I think she knew how much her opinion meant to me, which was why she was reluctant to give it. I had to make my own decision and I thought that was pretty cool. Probably it was the first real decision of my adult life. Most kids wonder what they want to be when they grow up…I had to decide who I wanted to be and that seemed like a much bigger question to me.

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"You two…" Wendy wagged her finger between Kyle and me as we stood in the girls' locker room.

"Us?" Kyle asked, glancing me as I glanced at him. We were both ready to get on our knees and give our girlfriends nice, sloppy blowjobs before classes started in a half hour.

"Yeah," Heather agreed with a smile. "Strip!"

"Uhhh…" I swallowed hard, not knowing what was going on at all.

"Alright," Kyle agreed quickly and I narrowed my eyes at the boy, wondering if he knew something I didn't.

"Hurry up," Wendy told us. "We haven't got all day."

All around us the other five boys were stroking the long, black pricks that belonged to their respective girlfriends. Of course, Kevin was on his knees in front of Stacy now and Josh was sucking off Paula while he tried to watch us from the corner of his eye. There'd been a four-way trade the night before and I probably told you about that already. I'd smiled at Stacy and she'd smiled back, so I thought we were okay even though she'd been kind of mad at me. That was just Stacy though, as I was slowly learning, and all those cheerleaders had their little personality quirks or whatever.

Getting completely naked was new and I worried a little about someone catching us. I mean, bad enough we were in there having sex, but at least everyone else had their clothes on. The girls just lifted their cheer skirts and pulled their panties down or usually just to the side. The boys didn't undress at all, of course, since they were only giving head. It could get a little messy sometimes, but that never bothered anyone. So why did our girlfriends want me and Kyle to get naked? It seemed strange, but I wasn't going to argue either. Heather hadn't spanked my balls yet and I didn't want to give her an excuse, you know?

"On the floor now," Heather said, pointing at a spot on the tiled floor with her finger. "Both of you."

"Sixty-nine," Wendy told us. "We want to watch you two fags do each other."

"Sixty-nine?" I almost smiled and I'd heard of it, maybe even seen it a little in some porn video once, but I wasn't sure.

"Get on your back, sissy," Heather told me.

"You get on top of him," Wendy told Kyle.

I looked at Kyle and he was seriously pretty. Much like me, I suppose. We were the two prettiest boys in school, without a doubt. I was blond and blue, Kyle had black hair and brown eyes, but we shared the same slender build. He stood a couple inches shorter than me and didn't weigh anything. I watched him as we undressed, admiring Kyle's smooth, flat chest. He had tits like a ten year old girl, nothing but bubblegum nipples pointing out like he was cold, except I could see how warm the boy was. We were both flushed pink and maybe his dick was a little longer than mine, but only by a half inch and that was still very small compared to our girlfriends.

I mean, my penis throbbed just because I was surrounded by five hard, black cocks…seven, now that Heather and Wendy had decided to expose their erections. And five white boys on their knees, nursing eagerly with their lips wrapped around their girlfriends' pricks, their fingers massaging heavy, black ballsacks filled with potent sperm. The sights and sounds, even the smell of all that sex, had brought my dick to throbbing erection and it looked cute and harmless by comparison, just like Kyle's as he straddled my face.

My hands went to Kyle's narrow hips, feeling the boy amazingly soft and smooth. He didn't have any body hair that I could tell, not even on his legs and especially not around his stiff penis and tight little balls. They were right there too, hanging over my mouth as Kyle laid his body across mine, bending his neck and dropping his head until I could feel his warm breath tickling my dick. Kyle held my thighs as I found his sweet, round butt and I pulled him closer, bringing his sissy sex to my open mouth and I opened for his cock as it slipped eagerly between my lips.

We both gasped softly as Kyle's warm, wet mouth closed around my penis at the same time. Like finding myself fucking a cloud, it seemed to me. I'd never had a blowjob before. I couldn't even imagine Stacy sucking a sissy dick and Heather, she liked to play with it, but that's all. Now I knew what all the fuss was about! Kyle's tongue moved around my dick light and quick as a feather, tickling and teasing me as I tried to do the same for him. I could take all of his dick in my mouth too! My nose pressed into his soft, clean balls and they smelled like soap from his bath. My lips were tight around the base, my tongue washing the boy everywhere as I swallowed his leaking precum.

"Get your legs up," Heather whispered and I didn't know what was going on for a second there. I'd been so into that sixty-nine with Kyle that I'd sorta forgotten about everything else.

"Like this now," Wendy breathed and I widened my eyes as her swollen, black cock and heavy balls dominated my world.

"Keep sucking, girls!" Heather giggled. "Lesbian sissy fags, heh!"

"See? I told you they'd look good together," Wendy giggled as well, bringing her cockhead to Kyle's tight, pink butthole even as I held his penis tightly inside my sucking mouth.

"Like twins," Heather agreed, finally bringing her own turgid prick to my puckered boy pussy.

She'd lifted my legs over her shoulders and Kyle didn't stop sucking my dick at all. Neither of us would let the other go, not even when we felt that initial sharp discomfort of being pierced by something big, black, and blunt. I heard Kyle's muffled gasp and it echoed my own as I winced and tried to relax against the penetration. Heather's cock stretched my anus quickly, easily, sliding into my rectum just like the one above me. I could see Wendy's cock as it disappeared slowly into Kyle's ass and better yet, I could feel it! That seemed so strangely wonderful as I let out the breath I'd been holding, breathing easily through my nose, relaxing my ass and inviting Heather to fuck me hard.

They took us like that, our beautiful, black girlfriends. Fucking Kyle and me relentlessly, driving us back and forth with their rock hard pricks buried in our bowels. The slapping of Wendy's ebony thighs against Kyle's pink flesh filled my ears and her low hanging scrotum rode across my forehead and into my eyes, caressing my flushed face as it would slide over my nose to slap my sissy friend's much smaller sack. I never stopped sucking either. I worked Kyle's dick with my tongue, hollowed my cheeks, and swallowed the juices filling my mouth.

Kyle had let go of my dick and as Heather rolled my ass off the floor, he went to work on my balls first and then lower. The faggot licked around my hole even as Heather fucked me, his tongue licked around her fat cock, teasing both of us as he kissed our union. I shivered with the sensation of being fucked and licked at the same time, making muffled sounds of pleasure when Kyle would kiss the soft skin of my thighs and even bite me gently. He took my balls in his mouth, both of my sissy orbs at once, sucking and washing them with his tongue while Heather rode my ass and fucked her black prick into my tender prostate.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Wendy groaned, suddenly pulling her dark, glistening cock completely out of Kyle's ass. "Ohhh…Ah!"

She came all over us, jerking herself off as the first jets of creamy ball juice erupted from her cock. Wendy painted Kyle's ass and scrotum, and especially my face with the stuff, and I opened my mouth wide around the other boy's penis, letting her cum spill around Kyle's cock and into my hungry mouth. Wendy tried to force her cock between my lips, pressing it against her boyfriend's penis and down, but she was too large for that. Too strong and thick and wouldn't fit, but Wendy was still cumming anyway and my mouth overflowed with her salty spend as I closed my lips around Kyle's hard, little dick and let him fuck my cummy mouth.

He started cumming about the same time Heather did, but she didn't pull out of my butt! She drove her cock inside me one last time and gave me a deep, hard grind with her balls pressed against my upturned ass and my knees spread wide over her shoulders and around Kyle's body. I swallowed the heady mixture of Wendy's strong, black cum and Kyle's thin, sweet syrup even as Heather pumped my clasping asshole full of juice. I came too, the wonderful sensation of hot cum soothing my bruised rectum and battered bowels bringing me off completely. Kyle covered my jerking penis with his mouth, adding to the pleasure as he sucked and swallowed my sissy cum.

"Clean me up, faggot," Heather commanded, pulling her semi-hard prick out of my ass and presenting it to Kyle's cum stained mouth.

"You know what to do," Wendy giggled, pushing Kyle out of the way so she could push her prick between my lips as I lay there in a happy daze.

We washed each other's girlfriends with our tongues for several minutes before they were satisfied. I sat up slowly, sitting beside a very pink, smiling Kyle in the middle of the girls' locker room. He giggled at me and I knew I had to be a serious mess. Wendy had cum all over my face and a lot of Kyle's orgasm had spilled out of me, running down my cheeks and neck and into my hair. I didn't mind though and Kyle leaned close, kissing me tentatively at first, as if our girlfriends might stop us. When they didn't, Kyle and I were soon making out, the boy kissing my spermy face as much as my mouth. He'd lick the cum from my skin and then push his tongue between my lips so I could swallow it, after swapping the goo between us for a minute or two.

He made my dick hard again, I swear, and I felt Kyle's hands on my chest even as I rubbed and pinched his pretty, pink nipples. I sucked his tongue the way I'd sucked his dick, and then the dark haired fag would do the same for me. Only when we'd reached for each other's dicks and balls, squeezing and playing with each other, did our girlfriends finally stop us.

"Enough of that, sissies!" Wendy said. "The bell's gonna ring in about two minutes."

"You two better get cleaned up," Heather agreed, watching as I gave Kyle one last, deep kiss to get a sexy moan out of the boy's delicate throat.

"Lesbian sissies," Wendy sighed and then giggled. "This is gonna be trouble."

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"Shauna?" I breathed, approaching the girl timidly as she stood at her locker after homeroom.

The seventeen-year-old senior turned her head and frowned, then glanced around the crowded hallway unhappily as a lot of people were looking at us. Looking at me, and most of the kids were still trying to decide how to react to the newest cross-dressing fag in school. The only one too, so far as they knew, and maybe that was why Shauna looked a little nervous.

She also looked completely amazing. The hottest white girl in the whole school, but the quietest one as well. She should have been a cheerleader and the homecoming queen and all that stuff. Class president or whatever, because that's what beautiful people do, right? But not Shauna. She hardly ever talked to anyone, kept her head down and went to her classes, avoiding people and pretending she was invisible or something. If a guy tried to talk to her, and I'm sure a few did, Shauna would ignore them. She wanted to ignore me, but I was holding a small plastic bag with her freshly laundered underwear in it. The panty and bra I'd stolen from her and now had to give back with a sincere apology.

"I've got your, um…underwear," I said softly, whispering actually and the girl's sea green eyes dropped from my red face to my hands.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically, snatching the bag from my fingers and throwing it carelessly into her locker.

"I washed everything," I told her. "And, um…I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"Why'd you take mine?" she asked, looking into my eyes again and I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I had to face the music, you know.

"I don't know," I shrugged, frowning because that sounded so lame!

"You were really wearing them?"

"Your panties?" I asked, swallowing hard and she nodded.

"You didn't notice the…" she blushed sweetly, trying to be tough and failing finally.

"The cum?" I whispered.

"Yeah."

"I liked it," I told her, looking over my shoulder as a couple guys walked past, talking about how nice my butt looked…

"…for a fag!" one of them chuckled and I gave him the finger.

Shauna narrowed her eyes and waited for the guys to walk away, giving her shoulder-length hair a little toss. She had sort of auburn hair, but with a lot of blonde in it. Like a dark bronze color and it looked good on her. She looked good, with a seriously curvy body that her plain clothes couldn't hide. I knew she wore a padded bra, so her tits were probably smaller than they looked, but even so…If I'd been a real boy instead of a total slut for black dick, I'd have gone for Shauna big time!

"You liked it?" she asked suspiciously.

"I thought it was someone else's," I admitted. "But, yeah…"

"My sister told you," Shauna sighed. "Swan said you were at the store."

"Yeah," I nodded, remembering the salesgirl at Saucy's very well and she'd clued me in about her transsexual sister.

The bell started ringing then and I wished it hadn't. Shauna looked like she might have wanted to talk a little more, but as soon as she heard it, the girl slammed her locker closed.

"You want to have lunch with me?" I asked her quickly.

"Like yesterday?" she asked and I wasn't sure what she meant for a second. "Behind the school with fifty people watching? No thanks."

"What?" I blinked at her. "No! I didn't mean…"

But Shauna was already walking away towards her first class, leaving me there feeling like a complete idiot.

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In my social studies class we were watching a video. Our teacher, Mrs. Herman, was an older woman. Like seventy years older! She had narcolepsy or something, and a touch of Alzheimer's as well, I thought. She was in her last year before retirement. Anyway, Mrs. Herman liked to turn on the television, turn out the lights, and go to sleep at her desk for an hour. Not everyday, of course, there weren't that many videos to watch and she had to stretch them out over the semester, you know, but once a week for sure.

"Hey…" Danny Washington whispered, pushing his chair close to mine. His desk too, since we had those chairs with the thin, kidney shaped shelves attached to them for note taking and stuff.

"What?" I looked at the skinny black boy in the dim light.

"Mattie…" Jerry Cooper, another black boy, slid his chair closer on the other side of me. His real name was Jeremiah and I'd heard his dad was a minister.

"What are you guys doing?" I looked between them and they were sitting very close to me then, but we were in the back row anyway.

"Feel this," Jerry said with a grin, taking my left hand, and before I knew what he was doing I felt his warm cock under my fingers.

"Hey!" I gasped loudly, jerking my hand away like I'd been burned.

"Like that?" he asked me with a soft chuckle.

"Shhh…Feel mine," Danny whispered and he'd taken my right hand and pulled it against his own warm and definitely hard penis.

"Stop it!" I frowned at him, pulling my hand away.

"Come on," Jerry breathed, leaning close enough to tickle my ear with his breath. "Nobody can see us."

"We heard you like that black dick," Danny whispered in my other ear, sliding his fingertips up my spine.

"You're hot as hell, baby," Jerry reached across his body, turning towards me so he could touch my tummy and then higher, pressing his hand against my flat chest.

"I don't want to," I whispered. "Leave me alone."

"Just touch it for me," Danny said, definitely stroking my back and shoulders gently, making me feel warm all over.

"Play with it," Jerry agreed, putting a little more pressure on my barely covered nipples as he rubbed my tits.

"You ever kissed a black man?" Danny wondered and when I looked at him, he kissed me. His thick lips touched mine and his tongue teased me as the boy's hand found my neck and refused to let me pull away from him.

"Mmph!" I moaned into his mouth and even though I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to be fooling around with anyone in the middle of social studies, I opened for his tongue.

Danny filled my mouth with it, kissing me deeply as I teased him with my own. Somehow my hand found its way back to his prick and I wrapped my fingers around the dark shaft, feeling it throb with a life all its own. Jerry kissed my hair and neck, my bare shoulder while I made out with his friend, and my other hand was soon sliding up and down his long, black cock as well.

My own little white penis stiffened quickly in my panties and I squirmed in my seat, still a little sore from all the sex Heather had given me the night before. That morning too, don't forget, and my tender boy cunt had been filled with her cum and I could feel her still inside me. The greasy sensation only added to the pleasure of kissing a black boy while I squeezed his dick and some small part of me was telling me not to be a slut, but I wasn't listening. I had a serious go button when it came to black dick and now I had two of them in my hands!

"Here…" Jerry turned my head after two or three minutes of swapping spit with Danny and I couldn't even catch my breath as he shoved his tongue halfway down my throat.

I swear! Jerry just wanted to fuck my mouth with his tongue. I arched my back, squeezing both those dicks hard in my fists as I practically gagged on the boy's wriggling muscle. He had a long fucking tongue! Christ! I sucked on it like I would a cock, pursing my lips and sliding them along the soft flesh with a bob of my head. A minute later we went back to kissing, with Jerry sucking at my lips and me nibbling on his in turn.

All the while those two boys kept touching me too. Their hands were all over my dress, making me tingle and shiver, leaning one way and then the other as they'd share my mouth between them. I could barely concentrate on what my hands were doing, everything else felt so good. I'd jerk them off for a few minutes and then sort of forget, just holding those two big dicks while I swallowed their warm saliva and went back for more.

"Whoops!" I gasped and giggled, red faced and sweaty as the lights came on suddenly. I hadn't even realized the video had finished!

"Awww man!" Danny frowned when I let go of his dick quickly, Jerry's too as I tried to sit up straight and look innocent for Mrs. Herman.

"Shit!" Jerry breathed and both boys were trying to get their rock hard pricks back inside their pants. Half the class grinned at us and the other half whispered while the teacher tried to figure out what the commotion was.

"You gotta finish what you started, baby," Jerry said after the bell had rang and we were standing up to leave the classroom.

"No doubt," Danny agreed. "You got my balls hurtin!"

"Sorry!" I giggled. "But you guys started it, remember?"

I gave them a little wave, taking a deep breath and really wishing I could get those two boys someplace nice and quiet. I'd fuck and suck the two of them at the same time, I thought. On my hands and knees like a slut, taking hard, black dick at both ends! The very thought made my tummy quiver, but another part of me thought it was better this way. Teasing could be a lot of fun and it wasn't my fault they had a serious case of blue balls. I mean, they really had started it, like I said, and that was the best part. Neither one of them had called me boy or faggot or anything like that. Just baby, and that made me giggle happily.

"What are you so happy about, faggot?" Karen asked me as I found myself walking between her and Paula suddenly.

"Nothing," I smiled shyly at the girl.

"Anybody giving you a hard time?" Paula wondered and I laughed at that.

"Sorta," I shrugged. "But I can handle it."

"I bet!" Karen gave me a smile. "Just remember who your girlfriend is now."

"Heather's gonna beat your balls if you fuck around," Paula warned me.

"Oh!" I blinked at her and nodded quickly, because I had sort of forgotten about that.

"I'm glad you're not my boyfriend," Paula sighed, smiling, but serious too. "Half the boys in school want to fuck your faggot ass."

"No kidding," Karen agreed, glancing around and there were a lot of boys watching us, and not just those two hot black chicks either. They were looking at me too.

They left me to go to their own classes and I guessed that they'd just wanted to give me a friendly reminder. I needed one, that's for sure, because it was awfully hard to think about anything else when I had a couple boys kissing on me! I'd have to watch out for that, I thought. The last thing I needed was to have my brand new girlfriend pissed off at me!

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"Wendy wants to dye my hair," Kyle said with a smile and we all looked at him.

"She does?" Josh asked, munching slowly on his French fries as we sat in the cafeteria for lunch. Wendy had been his girlfriend for over a year, but now he was with Paula after the big boyfriend trade the night before.

"Blonde," Kyle nodded, looking at me. "Like Mattie's."

"Heh!" Jimmy grinned at that. "I can't even picture you with blonde hair."

"Me neither," Kyle giggled. "She said she's gonna do it tonight."

"What are your parents going to say?" I wondered.

"Nothing," the boy shrugged. "They know I'm queer for black dick anyway."

"Kyle's got cool parents," Brad told me with a laugh and Kyle gave him a dirty look, which I didn't understand.

"Leave him alone," Kevin said. Being the eldest of us and a senior, he was sort of in charge.

"What?" Brad shrugged. "They are cool. Tell Mattie about your dad, Kyle."

"What about your dad?" I asked, even though Kyle didn't really look like he wanted to talk about his parents. I was curious.

"He's kind of a…" Kyle started saying.

"Pervert!" Jimmy giggled, being the youngest and definitely least mature of us. He could be annoying sometimes.

"Shut-up," Kevin slapped the back of Jimmy's neck.

"A pervert?" I wondered, looking at Kyle and the boy shrugged.

"He's one of those registered sex offender guys," Kyle said. "He was in jail before."

"He was?" I widened my eyes at that news. "What did he do?"

"He's not really a pervert though," Kyle said with a frown at Jimmy. "He just sorta got my babysitter pregnant."

"You have a babysitter?" I asked with a giggle and Kyle stuck his tongue out at me.

"No!" he said. "I mean when I was a baby. She was like almost eleven or something and dad got her pregnant. He didn't know she'd had her first period already."

"Early bloomer," Kevin nodded, like it could happen to anyone.

"She was ten?" I stared at him and Kyle shrugged.

"Yeah," he said. "She was eleven when the baby was born, so..."

"What happened then?"

"Oh! My dad? He got arrested," Kyle answered. "The girl wanted to do it, but it's still rape or whatever, so my dad went to jail for like ten years."

"He did?" I blinked at the boy.

"And he has to tell people he's one of those sex maniac guys!" Jimmy giggled, earning another slap on the neck, this time from Josh. "Hey! Cut it out!"

"And check this out…" Brad leaned over the table, grinning at me. "The babysitter is Kyle's mom now!"

"What?" I smiled in confusion.

"Yeah," Kyle nodded. "My real mom left my dad, you know, cause he fucked the babysitter and everything."

"So…" I shrugged.

"And Marcy, my mom, the babysitter, I mean…" Kyle rolled his eyes, "…she kept writing letters to my dad in jail. Sending him pictures of the baby and all that."

"So after he got out, they got married!" Brad said. "Is that cool or what?"

"That's why my little brother is half black," Kyle nodded and I didn't even know he had a little brother!

"Except he's not little!" Josh grinned at Kyle. "That boy's got a big dick!"

"Yeah," Kyle giggled, blushing sweetly. "He does."

"He does?" I giggled too. "Where's he at?"

"Tyrone goes to middle school," Kevin told me. "He's only fourteen."

"But he's got a big dick!" Josh repeated, just in case I'd missed that part.

"So your mom, um…step-mom," I corrected myself. "She's black?"

"Oh yeah," Kyle nodded. "She's really nice too. Her and Paula got along really good together."

"Really?" I smiled at that. "How about your dad?" 

"Yeah," Kyle nodded. "He likes her too. When dad was in jail he was sorta, um…"

"He was a bitch!" Jimmy said, ducking as Kevin tried to slap him again.

"A bitch?" I wondered.

"After some of the guys in jail found out my dad had raped a black girl, they wanted him to know how it felt," Kyle explained. "My Uncle Jimbo was his cellmate for three years."

"Your Uncle Jimbo?" I giggled.

"Well, he's not really my uncle," Kyle giggled. "That's just what mom wants me to call him when he comes over."

"Huh?" I rolled my eyes, feeling more lost than ever.

"Uncle Jimbo likes my dad a lot," Kyle shrugged. "So after Dad got paroled and married and everything, Uncle Jimbo came by for a visit and…I dunno, he comes over a lot."

"Kyle's dad is pretty cute," Kevin nodded.

"Yeah," Kyle agreed. "I take after him. Tyrone looks like my grandpa…My mom's dad, I mean. He's really big."

"Really black too!" Brad said.

"So your dad…has a black boyfriend?" I asked slowly.

"Pretty much," Kyle agreed. "Uncle Jimbo fucks Mom too, but I think he likes my dad better."

"Your mom's seriously cute too," Josh said.

"Too bad she doesn't have a dick," Kevin agreed. "She'd be really hot then!"

"Yeah," Kyle giggled and blushed. "Anyway, they're pretty cool about me having a black girlfriend with a cock and everything."

"Sounds like it," I agreed, but I thought Kyle had a pretty weird family!

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"You can go right in, Mattie," Mrs. Peterman told me after I'd gotten called to the principal's office in the middle of history class.

"Okay," I nodded, swallowing hard and hoping I wasn't in trouble.

I knocked on the door and opened it slowly, peeking inside and finding Principal Davis smiling at me from behind his desk.

"Mattie! Come in," he said. "Don't be shy. Close the door behind you."

"Um…You wanted to see me, sir?" I asked softly, closing the door behind me with a loud snick.

"Oh yes," he nodded. "Have a seat. My, my…Don't you look like a pretty little girl today!"

"Thank you," I said, not really knowing what else to say as I sat on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"How are you getting along?" he asked. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "I'm okay, I guess."

"None of the boys are giving you a hard time?" he wondered with a deep chuckle and I blushed and shook my head.

"No sir," I answered. "Not, um…really."

"Is that good news or bad news?" he teased me and I looked down at my thighs and smoothed my short blue skirt nervously.

The principal was a large man, a large black man, with broad shoulders and a bald head. Big hands too and he clasped them together over his flat stomach as he leaned back in his chair, staring at me with a smile on his handsome face.

"I was sorry to hear about your father, Mattie," he told me. "How's he doing?"

"Pretty good," I replied, nodding and biting my bottom lip. "He has to stay in the hospital for a few more days, but…"

"Sure. Sure," the principal agreed. "I'm sure he'll be fine. That's good news."

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat.

"And I see you have some new clothes," he said with a smile. "That's a very pretty dress."

"Uh…My mom picked it out for me."

"And I love your hair," he continued. "You're such a pretty boy, Mattie. I just knew you'd make a sexy little girl."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"So why don't you pull up that pretty dress?"

"Ummm…"

"And pull your panties down…Go on," he nodded. "I want to see that hard little boy clit of yours."

"Y-Yes sir," I breathed, not understand exactly what he wanted from me, but unwilling to refuse the man either.

I lifted my butt and pulled my dress up, wrinkling the blue lycra around my waist and exposing my pale thighs and small white panties. I avoided the principal's eyes, keeping my head down as I pushed my underwear down slowly, stretching the cotton between my knees. My penis wasn't hard at all as it just sort of lay across my hairless balls, looking not much bigger than my thumb. I blushed hard with humiliation, exposing myself that way to the man, but Principal Davis only smiled at me.

"Yeah, just like that," he said in his gentle, baritone voice. "Now rub it for me, Mattie. Play with your pussy. I want to see that sexy clit of yours nice and hard for me."

"Yes sir," I whispered, hardly able to get the words out as my heart went faster and my body began to tremble.

I touched my penis tentatively and began to play with it beneath the principal's watchful gaze. I did it the way Stacy had taught me, not holding my dick like a boy would, but using the tips of my fingers to rub it. I pushed and pulled at my soft skin, tugging my penis upward and around in a small circle. That felt good and my dick began to get harder, stiffening so that it stood upright as I stroked the soft, white skin around it.

"Play with your balls too," he told me. "Go ahead and squeeze them for me…Pull your balls tight…Harder, faggot…Stretch those pussy balls…More…"

"Ummm…" I winced as I squeezed my tender balls in my fist, pulling my small scrotum away from my body, towards the principal as he sat there staring at me. It kind of hurt, but felt good at the same time. I felt something like electricity down there, a strange sensation that made my tummy ache.

"Up here…" Principal Davis said and I'd had my eyes closed, so I hadn't seen him getting up.

He lifted me out of the chair and put me on the desk, pushing me down to lay on my back across his papers with my butt on the edge. The man yanked my panties down my legs, removing them completely and dropping them on the floor. He spread my thighs and stepped between them and I realized his own huge, black dick was jutting from his trousers and resting heavily across my tummy.

"I look at you…" he sighed, "…and all I can think about is shoving my cock up your sissy ass."

"Ohhh…" I moaned softly, nodding and staring at his dark face.

"You want it too," he told me. "Tell me."

"I want it," I breathed, wincing as he suddenly slapped his fat cock against my pink balls.

"What do you want, pussy?" he asked, slapping my balls again, beating my small penis with is dark prick.

"I want your cock!" I whispered.

"You want my cock where, bitch?" he demanded, pressing his cock against mine with his palm flat atop it.

The principal thrust with his hips, working his long cock over my own, fucking me that way, sliding the shaft back and forth across my aching penis. His hairy balls fell between my quivering thighs and found my pink scrotum and I jerked my hips as I felt his sperm bloated testes caressing mine.

"In my ass," I told him, holding my flat chest with my hands, trying to rub my nipples through my dress. "I want your black cock to fuck my white pussy!"

"Get your legs up, sissy! Higher!" He commanded and I soon had my knees over the man's shoulders as he leaned over me.

His cockhead found my asshole quickly then and as the principal pushed his rock hard prick inside my faggot hole, he covered my mouth with his. My gasp of pleasure and pain was muffled by his tongue and I scratched at his clothing, slapping his muscular arms and thighs as he drove his cock into my bowels with one relentless stroke. He had me pinned down and helpless like a pale butterfly, bent double at the waist and sucking his tongue while my boy pussy clasped itself eagerly around him.

Principal Davis fucked me hard and deep, pumping my rectum like a well oiled machine. The old cum that Heather had filled me with that morning was being churned inside my bowels like butter. I could feel the distinct squishing as the principal's cock dove into the mess, gathering the slime on his dark skin and using it to lubricate my tight channel. The discomfort went away quickly, replaced with a generous warmth that filled every part of my being. I tried to fuck him back, pulling at the man with my hands and squeezing my asshole around him with soft grunts and groans.

How long the principal lasted, I had no idea. Five minutes? Maybe ten at the most before he offered me a low, satisfied groan and fucked his hot cum as deep inside my body as he could get it. His cockhead was nestled in the depths of my ass, buried in my tender flesh as he ejaculated a fresh load of hot ball juice inside my sissy cunt. I came too, without even realizing I'd been on the edge. My penis spasmed between us, spilling my own small flood of sticky boy goo into my bunched up dress.

"Ohhh…" I sighed, licking my bruised lips and feeling giggly the way I always do after a really great fuck.

"You liked that, huh?" Principal Davis chuckled as he stood up slowly, wiping his dick off on my thighs. "Clean this mess up now…"

I just wanted to lay there and catch my breath, enjoying the afterglow of our sex, but I knew what he wanted and I forced myself to sit up. I slipped off the desk and onto my knees, licking the salty glaze of man cum off the principal's slightly softened cock. I washed the head, taking him into my mouth for a minute, and then the shaft, and then finally the man's wonderful balls, taking his oversized testes one at a time between my lips and bathing them with my tongue.

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"Principal Davis…Oh!" Mrs. Peterman stopped two feet into the office, blinking at the sight of little pink me kneeling on the carpet with a mouthful of big black scrotum. "Excuse me!"

"Give us a minute, Alice," the principal said, reaching for my hair and pulling my face into his cock and balls. "Mattie's almost finished."

"Uhhh…Yes sir," she agreed quickly, leaving the room and pulling the door closed behind her.

"Don't worry about her," he said with a chuckle, seeing the worry in my big blue eyes. "Alice loves my black dick almost as much as you do."

"Mmmph…" I shrugged at that news and hoped the man was right.

 

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