Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders
Chapter Thirteen
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"Have you thought about what you want to do, Mattie?" Mr. Reid…Wally…asked me with a smile. "I'm sure there are some interesting opportunities for you in Las Vegas."
"Hmmph!" I offered him a muffled laugh in reply, keeping his thick, black cock right where it belonged – Between my lips.
"Seriously," he sighed, pulling a lock of golden hair from my sapphire eyes. "You're a beautiful, young man. I think you'd do well in the, uh…entertainment industry."
"Mwah!" I pulled my mouth off his cock with an elaborate gasp and breathless giggle. "I don't think my mom would understand."
"You're probably right about that," he chuckled, caressing my cheek with his hand and when it got close enough, I turned my face and drew his thumb into my mouth.
Mr. Reid liked prostitutes, as he was the first to admit. I wasn't sure if he offered the same advice to the other sissies in his charge, but he always liked to remind me of how successful I could be if I'd only start charging for what I liked to give away. Of course, prostitution was illegal in Seattle, so he liked to show me the odd brochures from Vegas that he'd gather during his frequent weekend getaways to Sin City.
"You're the best piece of ass in school," the large, black man told me with genuine regret in his voice. "I wish you weren't leaving us."
"You still have Kylie," I reminded him with a shrug, massaging his fat prick with both hands while we spoke. "And that new boy, the sophomore…"
"Randi," Mr. Reid smiled, "with an i."
"Yeah" I giggled. "Randi with an i. He's a little hottie."
"He is cute," the man agreed, pulling my head back down to his lap. "But you're the one I love, Mattie. Hmmm…Suck it for me now…Nice…Like that, baby."
I opened for his cock once more, determined to give my high school guidance counselor one of the best blowjobs of his life. I held his heavy balls in one hand and stroked his dark shaft with the other, keeping my fist close to my mouth as I bobbed up and down. Slowly. Deliberately. Washing Mr. Reid's smooth cockhead with my tongue and then letting that soft muscle flutter beneath him as I opened my throat.
"Oh! Christ…I don't know how you do that!" he breathed with real admiration. "You're the only sissy in school that can take my cock, you know that?"
"Ummphh…" I moaned, pulling off him, pink faced and drooling spit and precum from my chin.
I didn't bother trying to answer, I just went down again. My throat stretched easily around his hot meat and I shook my head, fighting to get that last inch as my nose found his pubic hair. I loved the sensation of my soft muscles rippling around the man's prick as I tried to swallow him completely. After nearly two years of worshipping black cock, I'd gotten very good at taking even the largest man balls deep. The best cocksucker in school, that was me. Better than any of the other fags. Better than any of the real girls too, but that wasn't saying much.
The sissy fags were much better at sex than any of the girls, mostly because we had no shame. We were all hopeless sluts and we didn't demand love in exchange for our sexual favors. We didn't even expect dinner and a movie, just a hard cock and a boy willing to use it. The girls could play their games and closet their virginity for a rainy day, pretending like they were too good for the backseat of Daddy's car…But we knew better.
I knew better.
But with a week of school left and only three months until my eighteenth birthday, I just wasn't sure what to do with myself.
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"College," Principal Jefferson Davis breathed, sliding his hands under my blouse and along my smooth, pale back.
"Ugh! Sloooow…" I whispered, wriggling my hips as the man pushed his huge black cock through the tight ring of my anus.
"The only place for a faggot like you, Mattie," he continued, finding my shoulders and getting a good grip. "I could…Ugh!…" he grunted, pushing three solid inches of hard fuck pipe in my ass, "…put in a good…Ugh!…" another grunt as he stretched my tender rectum, "…word for you…Ugh!"
"Ohhh…Uhm!" I let out the breath I'd been holding, feeling every inch of the principal's penis buried in my tight little hole.
"I don't know," I sighed, enjoying the calm before the storm as we both got used to the pleasant sensation. "I don't know if I'm that…Ow!"
"Sorry," he chuckled, not sounding very sorry at all as he started working his prick back and forth.
"I'm not that smart," I continued, holding my chin in my hands with my elbows on the principal's desk.
"You're smarter than you think you are," he said seriously, breathing the words into my ear. "Beautiful as well, Mattie. You can do anything you want."
"I just want to fuck," I said, offering him a happy-go-lucky smile over my shoulder.
"That can be arranged," Mr. Davis agreed, leaning his large body over mine as he began to pump my boy pussy nice and hard, just the way I liked it.
I loved his cock, perhaps more than anyone else's, I wasn't sure. At that moment though…Yeah. Principal Davis was my favorite fuck in the whole school and I'd ridden his fat prick a hundred times. At least once a week for two years, usually two or three times a week, and I knew I was his favorite as well. The man loved fucking me and it had made my life a lot easier, believe me! I could miss classes, even skip entire days without worry. My grades were outstanding, although I did have a real fear of putting my education to any sort of test. My SAT scores hadn't been anything to brag about, but after Principal Davis had arranged a private lunch between myself and the very handsome – and horny – gentleman responsible for such things…I could get into any college I wanted.
Yeah, Principal Davis had always taken care of me and I'd taken care of his cock. I was going to miss him a lot, I thought, and so I stopped playing the bored bitch and gave him the serious fuck he deserved. I pushed myself back to meet his thrusts, squeezing my ass muscles the way I'd practiced over the years. I could bring a man off without moving, just by contracting the walls of my asshole, massaging a nice, hard penis with deep spasms of pleasure. It felt very good for both of us and he was soon grunting hard, slamming his huge black cock into my bowels to kiss my prostate and make it even better.
I turned my head as I felt my orgasm rising. I reached for him, twisting my arm awkwardly and pulling the principal's mouth to mine. I kissed him passionately, not faking it the way I sometimes did with other men. I surrendered as I felt my sissy dick spilling hot cum inside my panties. He could always make me cum like that and I moaned with gratitude while I nursed eagerly on his tongue. A few moments later he joined me, Principal Davis groaning with the effort of dumping one more load of hot man cum into my quivering, sissy cunt.
"You could get a two year degree," he said, still inside me. Still hard as we caught our breath.
"And do what?" I wondered.
"Get a teacher's certificate," he told me with a smile. "All you need is an associates, then a year to get qualified…"
"So in three years…"
"I'll give you a job," he nodded. "You'll come back here and teach. Math, English…"
"Phaggot Education?" I giggled.
"…anything you want…well, I don't think Coach Bailey will give up that class," Mr. Davis chuckled. "But he wouldn't mind seeing you walking the halls again either."
"I know," I stuck my tongue at him. "He asked me to marry him."
"Really?" The Principal blinked at me and it wasn't often something caught him by surprise.
"I think he was just teasing me," I giggled again.
"Think about it, Mattie," he told me seriously. "The teaching idea. It doesn't pay much, but there are a lot of other, uh…benefits."
"Like two hundred horny teenage boys?" I asked with a roll of my eyes.
"And a dozen horny men," he agreed with a chuckle. "The faculty meetings would be so much more fun with you in them."
"And your secretary would kill you," I laughed, wriggling my ass invitingly. "Are you going to pull out so I can clean you off…or do you want to fuck me again?"
"Ummm…Yes!" The principal grinned at me, giving his hips a push and we were definitely going to fuck at least once more before lunch was over.
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"My dad wants to know when you're coming over again," Randi's bright blue eyes were full of humor. "He's so mellowed out now, it's unreal."
"Cool," I smiled at his reflection as we stood side-by-side in the sissies' bathroom. "I told you, he just needed to get used to the idea."
"Hey, Mattie!" Kylie pushed in with Angie Hutchins and Lisa Taylor giggling close behind. He gave Randi a frosty look, a catty one too, and the little blonde sophomore returned it.
I just sighed. Kylie, who used to be Kyle before he changed his name, was my best friend. The hottest transsexual in school too, except maybe for me. It sorta depended on who you asked, but we weren't competing for anything anyway, at least not with each other and especially not with only a week of school left. I'd be graduating and he'd go on summer vacation, coming back in the fall for his senior year. Randi would have his hands full then and there wasn't anything I could about it.
He was my protégé…Randi, I mean…and I'd taken the sophomore under my wing, sorta. Much like Heather had with me the year before. Some of the black cheerleaders were still around, but some had graduated and some had moved with their families, or transferred to other schools. The school had belonged to them the year previously, but now the white transsexuals ruled. Kylie, Angie, Lisa, and a few others, and myself, of course. We had our boytoys, but not like the black transsexuals had dominated us. We liked our boyfriends big and strong and black. They could pretend to be in charge, we didn't mind, it was a lot easier playing the slut and more rewarding too, in my opinion.
"What did JD want?" Kylie asked me, opening his purse and digging for his comb.
"The usual," I giggled. "Nah…He wants me to be a teacher."
"A teacher?" Lisa smiled at that, leaning close to mirror and fixing his lipstick, kind of a pale pink and that suited the boy's pale complexion.
"Yeah," I shrugged, repairing my own lipstick with some seriously red gloss.
"Are you going to do it?" Randi wondered and mostly he was just waiting on me. That boy had a pretty face and he didn't need much for makeup at all. None of us did really, but it was fun to play with.
"If I do, it'll take three years or something," I smiled at him, seeing the disappointment in his eyes. "I won't be teaching you."
"That sucks," he frowned. "I thought you meant like…next year or something."
"You're so dumb, Randi," Kylie snorted. "Who knows, you might still be here three years from now."
"Shut-up!" the other boy stuck his tongue out.
"When they were handing out brains, Randi thought they said trains," Angie giggled.
"And you thought they said stains," I interrupted him, pointing at his cheer sweater. "What's that? Mayonnaise?"
"Huh?" He looked down. "Oh! Shoot! That jerk!"
"Angie had a sperm sandwich for lunch!" Lisa laughed. "With extra salami!"
"Who?" Randi asked, narrowing his eyes at the boy.
"That Brandon guy," Angie said, taking off his sweater so he could wash the semen out of it. It was a big stain and the cheerleaders wore royal blue tops, so it was obvious too!
"Is his dick as big as he thinks it is?" I asked him with a curious smile, putting my lip gloss away and waiting for Kylie to finish combing his platinum blonde hair so I could use his comb.
"Bigger!" Angie giggled.
"Like ten inches," Lisa nodded. "That's what I heard."
"From who?" Randi asked.
"From Kylie!" Lisa giggled and we all looked at my best friend. He just smiled and shrugged.
"Nobody's got a ten inch cock," I decided, stealing the comb from Kylie's fingers.
"Hey!" he pouted at me and that was a real ball-busting look, believe me! A lot of boys hurt themselves when Kyle gave them a pout, grown men too and the little faggot terrorized the mall. I was sorta almost immune to it by then, though. We'd been friends for two years.
"Some guys have more than ten," Lisa said and I rolled my eyes. He was such a size queen! But maybe we were all were.
"Brandon's got ten for sure," Angie giggled. "My butt hurts!"
"Yeah?" I grinned at him. "Let me see…"
"No! Hey! Mattie!" the boy twisted his hips, but he was giggling as I flipped up his gold cheer skirt and he didn't bother with cheer shorts. None of the transsexual cheerleaders did.
"Hold still," I said, spanking his smooth thigh and pushing Angie's legs apart. "God! Don't you use a pad or anything?"
"Huh?" He looked over his shoulder at me.
"Gross!" Randi laughed. "Your panties are soaked!"
"Duh!" Angie rolled his eyes. "I like it that way. Sex is supposed to be messy."
"Duh!" Randi shot back. "But you don't have to sit on the wet spot all day!"
"Why not?" Lisa giggled. "Shauna does it all the time!"
"Yeah," Kylie nodded. "But that's his own cum, not someone else's!"
"You did get drilled, huh?" I asked, having pulled down Angie's cummy panties and spread his firm little ass with my thumbs. The boy's asshole was raw and puffy, almost turned inside out and dribbling whitish semen even as he stood there.
"Ewww!" Randi made a face and I figured it was about time to teach that boy a lesson. It had been a few days and I didn't have a lot of time left.
"Get down here, faggot…" I reached for his arm, yanking the smallish sophomore to his knees.
"What? Mattie!" He blinked at me, but didn't try to say no or anything. Randi never did and maybe that's why I liked him so much. He was even more submissive than I'd been at first.
"Get your face in there," I told him, pushing on the back of his head until Randi's nose was buried between Angie's butt cheeks.
"Oh yeah!" Kylie laughed and I knew he'd enjoy this. "Cream pie for Randi!"
"Ohhhh…" Angie wriggled his ass, making happy faces at the mirror as Randi started licking the boy's well-fucked pussy. "Ummm…That feels good! Get your tongue inside! Yeahhhh…"
"You're so bad!" Lisa sighed, smiling at me as I pulled up my own pleated cheer skirt. "I wanna be you when I grow up, Mattie!"
"Shut-up!" I laughed at him, pulling my panties to the side and exposing my erection. I only had about a five inch dick, I'll admit, and it wasn't very thick or anything, but I was a faggot cocksucker anyway and I didn't really need one. The guys I liked weren't the sort of men who would go down on a sissy.
"Mummph!" Randi offered us a muffled gasp as I shoved my cock up his ass with one, quick thrust of my hips.
I had him bent over at the waist, sucking sperm out of Angie's rectum, and so forking the boy just seemed like the thing to do. Randi had a nice cunt anyway, still tight enough that even a little sissy prick like mine could enjoy fucking him…and I did. I pumped him with fast, short strokes and this wasn't the first time he'd let me have his ass. That had been almost eight months before, when Randy had asked me out on our first and only date.
It had taken me about ten minutes to figure out the boy was a total faggot, and I'd had my suspicions anyway. He'd been way too pretty not to be cock bait and even though I have a serious thing for large, black dick, the chance to break in a sissy had been too good to pass up. I'd fucked his mouth, which Randy hadn't liked at all, and then I'd fucked his virgin ass. The boy had liked that even less, or so he'd claimed. I guess you could say I'd raped him, but by the time the night was over little Randi was wearing my panties and sucking my cock like the faggot he was.
Now I had Randi wrapped around my dick again, grinding his sexy boy pussy against my prick while our friends watched and giggled. He was making wet, muffled, begging for more noises and it seemed like music to my ears as I dug my fingers into his hips, pumping the boy's hot rectum eagerly. It almost made me wish that I had one of those mythical ten inch dicks, you know? Just so I could punch the boy's g-spot with my prick, kiss his prostate and make him cry…just once.
Yeah, I was definitely going to miss high school a lot, I decided.
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"Hi, Daddy!" I said brightly, determined as always to be in the best mood possible when I was around him.
I sort of acted like a little girl, much more so than I usually did for anyone else, but I thought he liked that. My dad was paralyzed after having a stroke. He couldn't really do much but sit in his chair and growl every now and again. The doctors thought he might have suffered some brain damage too, but I refused to believe that! He still had real intelligence in his eyes, even if his body wouldn't let him show it. He was still thinking, still feeling, and still the man of the house and my mom and I treated him like a king!
So, I kind of bounced into the room, wearing my own cheerleading outfit, all blue and gold. It showed off my body nicely anyway and I think Daddy was proud of me. I had a pretty awesome body, for a being a boy, and I'd never had to take hormones or anything. I didn't have any tits, true, my chest was flat as a board, but my dick still got hard anyway. And besides, my nipples were pretty plump, nice puffy ones with fat nipples just because it seemed like someone was always biting me there, or sucking and chewing, or just plain old pinching me. You know how it goes.
"I missed you!" I said, even though I'd seen him that morning before school. "Did you miss me, Daddy?"
He growled and I giggled, sitting sideways on his lap with my arms around his neck. He wore his uniform, like he usually did, even though the Marines had retired him with more than a full pension. Having a lot of medals, including a Navy Cross, two Silver Stars, and a bunch of other ones, made him an important man and I'd never really appreciated that before, but now I did. I squirmed a little, getting comfortable, and I liked to tell him about my day because I knew it had to be boring just sitting around the house all the time.
"…so then, while I was sucking off Willis, these two other guys showed up!" I giggled. "Derek and Peter, and they're both so cute. Really black too, you know? Like they just got off the boat from Africa and anyway, so Derek's fucked me before and when he saw my butt in the air…Pow! I about hit the roof because I was so surprised!"
Daddy growled and I wriggled a little more.
"Ohhhh…Somebody's getting excited!" I teased him with a little tongue. "Here…Let me take care of that for you, Daddy! It must be really uncomfortable, huh?"
I slipped off his lap and onto the floor, reaching for the tent in his uniform trousers and unzipping them.
"You should have said something sooner, Daddy!" I sighed. "I'm not a mind reader, you know! Oh my! You're really excited today!"
I pulled out his penis, a very thick eight inches of rock solid Marine, and used both hands to stroke it slowly.
"Do you want to fuck me today, Daddy?" I asked him. "Or do you just want me to suck it?"
He growled.
"Just tell me, Daddy," I said, gently encouraging the man and trying to motivate him into speaking. The doctors didn't think he'd ever talk again, but what do they know?
My dad had once gone into a cave in Afghanistan, chasing down Taliban Guerilla guys, and when he didn't come back out after an hour, they said he never would. When he didn't come out after a day, they said my daddy was dead. After three days, they wrote a letter to my mom, she still has it. But a week later, my daddy came out of a hole on the other side of the mountain, a hole he'd had to dig himself, by the way, dragging twenty-three Taliban prisoners of war behind him.
If anyone could ever talk again, it would be my dad! He just needed some incentive.
"Come on…" I sang softly, leaning close and blowing across the head of his dick. "I bet you want a blowjob again, huh? Just tell me, Daddy. Just say, 'Suck my dick!' and I'll give you the best hummer of your life, Daddy. I promise. Way better than those fags in Bangkok can do it!"
He growled again.
"Oh!" I giggled, talking like a little girl. "You want to fuck my tight little butt, Daddy? But you're thing is so big! Won't it hurt? I'm not very big down there, Daddy!"
He only growled and I sighed.
"It's okay, Daddy," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I know you're trying. I'll give you a nice fuck, okay? Just be gentle, you big Marine!"
I took off my panties, but left my skirt on, and straddled my dad's lap facing him. I rolled my eyes and giggled as I reached down to find his steely prick and guide him to my hungry boy pussy. I always liked fucking him, even if he couldn't move or anything. I know it sounds sorta bad, but it seemed a lot like fucking a really awesome dildo! A nice, hard, hot one that could really cum at the end. I loved making Daddy cum and he always had a lot of ball juice! Mom fucked him too, but only on special occasions, you know, like his birthday and their anniversary. She loved him, but even though Mom's a nurse, she was one of those people who get uncomfortable being intimate with disabled persons.
It's hard to blame someone for that and Mom did try, believe me. I think she envied how much closer Daddy and I had grown after his stroke. She liked it and really encouraged me to take care of his needs. His sexual needs, I mean. Daddy had a nurse who took care of all the other ones. His name was Eric and that man was smokin' hot too! Big and black and handsome, with a monster cock and, unfortunately for me, a thirteen year old girlfriend named Polly. I called her 'The Parrot' just because I didn't like her very much. I was kinda jealous, but Eric was going to dump the little whore soon anyway because she was getting too old for him.
See, the really weird thing about Eric is that he's a total pedophile! Mom didn't know when she hired him, but the truth always comes out and when we met Polly, who'd been all of eleven-years-old at the time, it wasn't too hard to figure out what was going on! That's the problem with the perfect man though, they never are! I could have been seriously in love with the guy. I could have even overlooked the fact that he had a little white girlfriend…But it's hard to ignore the sad truth that Eric couldn't really get off in bed with anyone but a kid.
So…He broke my heart and I kinda hated the pervert. But we still fucked like rabbits!
"Hi, Mattie," Eric smiled at me as he walked into the den carrying Daddy's dinner on a tray.
"Hu-uh-he-ey!" I hiccupped as I bounced up and down on Daddy's cock, holding his shoulders and biting my lips. We were really going at it hard and Daddy was rocking my world!
"I got us a movie to watch later," Eric said. "I think your dad will like it."
"Uh-oh-ye-eah?" I nodded.
"It's called Marine Booty Camp!" Eric told me with a chuckle, pronouncing it 'boo-tay' like it was the French word for butt or whatever.
"Uh-hu-uh!" I giggled breathlessly, pushing my ass down hard and then giving Daddy's fat prick a real grind.
"Anyway, I got your dinner ready too," Eric told me, grabbing at the bulge in his crotch and smiling. "Whenever you're hungry for it."
"Hmmm…" I grinned back at him. "I'll eat while we watch the movie. Let me finish taking care of Daddy first. I think he's getting close now."
"Take your time, Mattie," he chuckled, taking a seat on the sofa. "Pull up the back of your skirt though. Let me see that gorgeous ass of yours eat some dick."
"Heh!" I pursed my lips at the man and reached back to pull my pleated skirt out of the way.
I leaned forward too, sort of twisting my body around my dad so my heart-shaped butt was right there as I started riding Daddy's cock again. My own hard little dick flopped around, slapping at my tummy and thighs as I moved. My shaved balls bounced of Daddy's lap every time I pushed my ass down on his loving penis. I really wished he'd grab my hips and give me some push-pull action, you know? But I didn't mind doing all the work and I could go as fast or slow as I wanted, he wasn't gonna complain!
And hard? Oh my God! Nobody had a harder cock than my Daddy! Probably because he was a Marine, but it could have been because of all the Viagra I fed him every morning with his other vitamins. I figured he was getting sort of old, over forty already, and so he'd appreciate a little something extra. I know I did! I loved those little blue pills and when Daddy's long penis found the pillow of prostate, I gasped and arched my back, keeping him right there for a nice long grind while I squeezed my butt muscles hard! I clamped down on the man, grunting with the effort and then yanking myself back up slowly.
That really made Daddy growl as it must have felt like I was trying to pull his dick right off!
It was a good trick and it made a lot of boys cum quick, believe me! But my daddy wasn't any sort of boy, he was all man and I was hot and sweaty, panting for air and about to spill fag juice all over Daddy's medals by the time he finally let loose with the first jet of incestuous seed deep inside my cock hungry ass! I kept fucking him too! No way was I gonna stop! My butt went into milking mode! Well, that's what one guy called it, I just called it ecstasy. My asshole quivered and my whole body tingled as I felt Daddy's sperm filling me up. I rocked his cock until I felt his spasms growing weaker and then finally stopping as his orgasm faded.
"Wow!" I giggled, breathing hard and licking my lips. "You fucked me good that time, Daddy! Thank you!"
I kissed his mouth, hearing him growl softly, deep down in his throat and I knew he was happy that he could spoil his little girl…sorta.
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"Oh look, Daddy!" I giggled. "Is that what it was like when you were in booty camp?"
We were watching the movie Eric had brought with him and it was a pretty good one. My favorite scene was the one where the Sergeant catches one of his soldiers wearing a camouflage negligee and jerking off with a dildo up his butt! He was very pretty and I wondered if Victoria's Secret sold camouflage camisoles. Heh! Wouldn't that be cool? Anyway, the Sergeant quickly pulls out his enormous black cock and shoves it into the pretty private's mouth!
"That's a serious spit shine!" I laughed, reaching for more popcorn while I jerked Eric off.
I was sort of lying on my side between his spread legs on the sofa, with my head on his stomach. Eric stroked my hair with one hand and fingered my still spermy ass with the other. That was nice too, having a seriously squishy boy pussy for him to play with. I'd sucked his dick for awhile, but mostly I wanted to watch the movie because that sergeant really had a great penis! The private had a nice one too, except it was white and a lot smaller, of course.
"Ow! Bayonet practice!" I gasped, staring at the big screen, hi-def television as the sergeant drove his monster cock into the private's way too small butt!
He'd fuck the faggot for a minute or so and then pull his dick all the way out, spreading that rude, raw fuckhole with his thumbs. He'd spit in it too, the sergeant would, drooling big wads of saliva into the private's pussy asshole, and then stab his prick balls deep again! You could see the pain on the boy's face, and of course he yelped loudly as well, but it was that look that made my balls get tight and sissy clit throb happily. A genuine mix of pain and pleasure filled his eyes and when the sergeant leaned down to shove his tongue in the fag's mouth, he moaned like a bitch in heat.
"God! I wish that was me," I sighed and looked at my dad. "Is that really what it's like, Daddy? Do the sergeants all have huge dicks? Do they fuck the privates all day long?"
"Heh!" Eric laughed at me. "You shouldn't tease him like that, Mattie."
"I know," I nodded. "Daddy probably misses all that fun. He was a colonel, you know. I bet my dad fucked a hundred fags. Thousands maybe, and a lot prettier than that one too."
"Could be," Eric shrugged, but he sounded sort of doubtful.
"Poor Daddy," I sighed again, shifting to get more comfortable as Eric pushed my face towards his swollen cock.
Mom came home about the time I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the sofa. Eric was fucking my mouth and he had a straight shot down my throat like that. I didn't mind and I kind of liked the way his low hanging balls would slide across my forehead and cover my eyes and then rest on my upturned nose. He'd fuck my throat for a few minutes and then pull out, giving me a chance to catch my breath and maybe rim his asshole a little. Eric liked that a lot, so he'd sorta scoot forward and I'd tongue his balls and then his ass, tasting man musk and sweat, smelling his generous, masculine odor and savoring it.
I'd lap at his tight, virgin sphincter and tickle it with my tongue, trying to work my way inside his asshole with it. But Eric hadn't ever been fucked in his life, not that way at least, so he was pretty tight and at the most I'd just barely get the tip of my tongue inside. That was okay and I'm sure Daddy enjoyed watching his faggot son eat a black man's anus for dinner. Eric's cock would be my dessert, especially that hot, creamy filling I loved so much! Eric's semen tasted sort of salty-sweet, not bitter at all, and I could've drank a big glass of that stuff easy. And I've chugged down a big glass of sperm before, a couple of them, so I know what I'm talking about too!
"Oh! Hello Matty…Eric…" Mom smiled at us as she walked into the room to give her husband a kiss. "What are you guys watching?"
"Mmmph!" I answered, but I had my mouth full of black scrotum about then, so…
"Marine Booty Camp," Eric told her. "It's like a documentary."
"That's nice," Mom nodded. "The Colonel does love his war movies."
"This one's almost over," Eric said. "We're going to watch Hard Corps Sissies next. It was a two-for-one deal."
"I see!" Mom giggled, blinking as she noticed the big gangbang scene that ended the movie. Six black sergeants were fucking one pretty private, another white boy, but he wasn't as pretty as the other one.
"Ummphh…" I shook my mouth free of Eric's balls and took a deep breath of cool air. "Are you gonna…watch it with us…Mom?" I panted and she shook her head.
"No," she told me. "One of my friends is down with the flu or something. I think I'll just change clothes and pay her a little visit."
"Maybe bring her some soup," I suggested and Mom smiled.
"Yeah," she agreed. "That's a good idea. Anyway, don't wait up for me…I think I might spend the night with him…er, with her, I mean."
"I know," I nodded, or tried to anyway. Eric's heavy prick was sort of covering my face.
"You boys have fun watching your movies," she said. "And don't keep your father up too late, Mattie. Did you already, um…"
"I took care of him, Mom," I told her. "He feels a lot better now."
"Good," she sighed, taking a last look around before going upstairs to change out of her uniform.
I knew she didn't have a sick friend, but I played along. My mom wasn't very old, being a very attractive 36 at that time. All my friends thought she was hot and they called her "Miss MILF" when they came over, which made my mom laugh and roll her eyes. And she had needs like any healthy woman does, you know. Needs that my dad couldn't satisfy, obviously, but she wasn't going to leave him just because she needed a good, hard fuck every now and again. So she made up excuses and spent the night with one of her boyfriends. But Mom always came back to Daddy and she loved him, just not in that one way…But that's why she had me, right? So it all worked out pretty good and I didn't even think about it as I went back to work sucking Eric's beautiful black cock.
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And I'll tell you, the whole point of all this explanation is what happened that night. After Daddy was safely tucked in his bed, and Mom was out visiting her imaginary sick friend, and Eric had left for home so he could bone his junior high school girlfriend…I was laying in bed wondering what I was going to do with my life.
I wanted to do something. I mean, I wanted whatever I did to have some meaning. Some importance, you know? I didn't want to go to college or whatever and not know why, that would be like not making any decision at all. I was going to turn eighteen in a few months and I wanted to know what I wanted…I just didn't know how to do that.
A lot of people had been giving me advice. Just about everyone I knew, really. Most of it serious, some of it silly. But everyone had something to say about my future and what I should be doing with it. Except for one person. The most important person in any young man's life, even a sissy cocksucker like me. My dad. He hadn't said a word about what I should do, but only because he couldn't, I figured. Like, if Daddy could talk, what would he say? That's what I was wondering as I lay in bed, fingering my boy cunt and feeling my dick twitch and my balls tingle.
What would Daddy tell me to do? My big, brave, strong Daddy. The one who had won all those medals, saved all those lives, and taken a bunch more lives in the process. What would he want to see me do with my life? That was the question and I thought I knew. At first it frightened me, the way any big decision will when you're all alone in the dark. It terrified me for a moment, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew it was the right choice. I knew what I could do to make my father proud and it wasn't being a shemale hooker in Vegas, although that would be kinda fun.
No. I had a much better idea…I'd join the Marines!
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"Hi!" I smiled brightly at the uniformed Marine sitting in the recruiting office downtown and he smiled back.
"Hello there!" he said, looking me up and down slowly.
I'd dressed extra nice for the occasion, so I didn't mind the way he checked me out. I wore a short red mini-skirt and some thigh-high stockings, white ones to go with my sheer white blouse. I had a red lace bra under that, covering my flat chest and puffy nipples. Some three inch heels and a perfectly made up face completed the picture of a very attractive teenage girl and I posed for a moment, pulling some long, golden hair out of my dark blue eyes just for him.
"What can I do for you today?" he wondered.
"I'm looking for a few good men!" I said with a giggle, just because I couldn't help it.
He blinked at that and then smiled extra big.
"No! I'm kidding!" I said, scrunching my nose playfully. "Actually, I want to join the Marines. Can you help me do that?"
"Uhhh…" That seemed to surprise him for some reason, but why else would someone come into his office?
"I don't have to get a tattoo or anything though…Do I?" I asked him. "I already have one and that's enough for me, you know?"
"A tattoo?" He blinked at me and I'd only asked because my dad had tattoos and this Marine had a tattoo on his forearm. "What…Where's your tattoo?"
"Oh! Mine?" I giggled again. "It's a little spade right down, um…" I glanced at my skirt, "…well, it's down there."
"Hmmm…" He nodded, staring at the spot on my skirt where my thighs would be coming together beneath it. I'm sure he was trying to imagine a sexy, blonde pussy and not my sexy, pink dick, but I'd tucked it away in my panties nice and tight anyway, so he didn't have a clue and I wasn't gonna spoil the surprise.
"I was sorta black owned for awhile," I explained. "But I'm free now! So, um…Where do I sign?"
"Black owned?" This guy just kept blinking at me and I glanced around, wondering if there might not be someone a little less confused to help me.
"I like black cock," I nodded. "A lot. Is that going to be okay for you guys?"
"Uhhh…"
"Maybe I should talk to someone else," I said. "Is there a sergeant around here? Like a big, black one? With kind of a bald head? I was watching this movie last night with my daddy and…"
"What? Wait…Um…You want to join the Marines?" he asked me.
"Well…" I smiled slowly, "…Duh!"
"The United States Marines," the man said. "You know what we do, right?"
"Storm the beach, kill everybody, and go have a beer," I shrugged. Everybody knows that!
"Heh!" he grinned at me for a second.
"Why?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "Do you guys do something else now?"
"Noooo…" he said slowly. "That's, uh…That's what we do alright."
"Great!" I smiled happily. "Then what are we waiting for?"
"How old are you?" he asked me, looking around like there might be someone hiding behind one of the plastic plants. "Are you in college? Is this some sort of sorority prank?"
"College?" I shook my head. "I'm seventeen. I'm gonna graduate high school next Friday."
"Oh." He looked surprised by that for some reason. "Well, if you're seventeen you'll need permission from your parents and…"
He was smiling like there was no way any parents were going to let a sexy airhead slut of a blonde daughter like me join the Marines!
"No problemo!" I giggled. "My dad's all for it, believe me! And my mom will do anything to make him happy!"
"Really?" He tilted his head and I nodded.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "My dad's a colonel. Jack Turner? Do you know him?"
"Colonel Jack Turner?" The Marine's eyes got big. "Mad Jack Turner? He's your dad?"
"Yeah!" I smiled. "You know him, huh?"
"Know him? Everybody knows him! Colonel Turner saved my platoon in Botswana three years ago!"
"He did?"
"We were pinned down by some artillery. They were just raining steel on our asses! Guys getting blown up left and right. People screaming. Guts flying…" the man nodded sincerely, "…I thought I was a goner!"
"What happened?"
"All of a sudden this humvee came out of the treeline, all shot up to hell. There was holes all over it, smoke and flames. The gunner was dead, hell…everybody in that thing was dead, except the driver."
"My dad?"
"Mad Jack himself!" he agreed. "He was driving a hundred miles an hour, zig-zagging through a minefield, dodging that artillery, hanging out the window firing a big M-60 with hand, steering and shifting with the other."
"Wow!"
"He came up, screeching to a stop and yelling for us to get the wounded inside. We threw a dozen guys in the back, just piled 'em up, and climbed in ourselves, me and the sarge, and then he takes off like a bat out of hell."
"Taking you guys to safety, huh?" I smiled. "That's my dad!"
"Safety?" the guy snorted. "He drove us into the hills, into the front lines to find that artillery battery. Your dad was pissed! He charged through mines and barbed wire, dodged a couple anti-tank rockets, took out a machine gun nest with the front bumper, and drove into the artillery, guns blazing!"
"He did?"
"Wiped out a whole battery of howitzers," the man said. "Ripped a bloody gap through the front a mile wide and didn't look back. Three days later the war was over. We just mopped the bastards up after your old man was through with 'em!"
"Huh!" I nodded happily at the guy's story.
"Scared the piss out of me that day!" He shivered at the memory. "I was ready to kill the sonuvabitch myself, but after it was over, the colonel put a hand on my shoulder, gave me a grin, and said, 'I'm buyin' the first ten rounds!'...He got me so drunk, I called up my sister in Albuquerque and told her about how I used to jerk off in face cream."
"That's my dad," I sighed proudly.
"I didn't wanna die with that on my conscience, you know?" The young man looked me right in the eye. "Your dad, the colonel, told me a Marine can't live with even one regret…"
"…Or he'll end up dying with it," I finished for him.
"Yep, that's what the colonel said alright," he agreed. "The last time I saw Mad Jack Turner, he was trying to get drunk enough to call his boy."
"What?" I stared at the guy.
"Huh? Oh," he shrugged. "I mean, after the colonel talked me into calling my sister, he told me he wished someone would talk him into calling his son."
"Why?"
"I dunno," he said. "He's the bravest man I ever even heard of, but he was scared to tell his boy something."
"Hmmm…" I frowned at that.
"So, hey! How's your brother anyway?" the Marine asked me with real enthusiasm. "We'd sure like to get him signed up! He must be a real chip off the ol' block, huh?"
"My brother?"
"The colonel's son," he nodded. "If you're Mad Jack's daughter, then…"
"Oh!" I nodded and cleared my throat. "Yeah…I, uh…I am his son. There's, uh...just me."
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"You're gonna do what?" Stacy blinked her dark brown eyes at me.
The black transsexual cheerleader had been my first girlfriend, kinda, but then she'd traded me to Heather because I was such a girly fag. We still got along okay though; it had been a friendly sort of breakup. Heather had graduated the year before and so had Kevin, the boyfriend I'd been traded for…So Stacy and me had sort of hooked up again, which would explain why I was on my knees in the girls' locker room choking down her fat, black dick. It was sort of traditional.
Wendy's family had moved to Israel because they were Jewish and their immigration paperwork had finally been approved. She said it was pretty cool being the only black girl in her new school because all those Jewish kids were serious Momma's Boys and she really had her hands full teaching them how to worship her cock. Anyway, Wendy had been Kylie's girlfriend, and so my best friend had ended up with Paula again, since Josh had graduated. She was another black cheerleader and her cock wasn't quite so big as Stacy's maybe, but Kylie was a small boy anyway. Her penis looked huge as it slid in and out of Kylie's pink lips!
Of the rest of our friends, Veronica had graduated as well, going to WSU and majoring in straight guys. She's dropped me an email saying that she'd turned seventeen guys queer over the first semester, but that sounded like a lot to me. Rita's parents had sent her to an all girls catholic school and we'd heard she'd knocked up like five girls the first month Rita was there. Karen was still a cheerleader and still fucking Jimmy…Right next to me, as a matter of fact, and I figured they were gonna get married someday. Jimmy had already gotten an engagement ring and he wore it through his scrotum.
Brad, Dave, and Matt were all seniors like me and they were all about the same. Dave and Kylie had sort of a thing going, but Dave's boyfriend, Jamal, was kind of a jealous sort of guy, so…you know. He had a pierced cock, Dave did, and Jamal kept him on a leash usually. The principal understood and since Jamal was the star of the basketball team, Mr. Davis had made sure the two boys had the same class schedule and everything.
Brad had been sort of adopted by his older brother's fraternity and lived on campus at the university as a sissy maid, but he still had to come to school and everything. He was cute, but definitely a transvestite, not a transsexual, and nobody really gave him a hard time about going to classes in a French maid uniform or anything. You should see his yearbook picture! It's nice.
Matt had a real girlfriend, a white chick named Sheila, but she loved black dick just as much as Matt. Her parents owned an adult bookstore, so they spent most of their time there, hanging out in the video booths and sucking guys off for video tokens. They were happy anyway and planning for a June wedding after they graduated, right there at the bookstore too, since they'd be on their knees anyway and the priest was a regular customer.
Anyway…
"You're gonna do what?" Stacy repeated, pulling her dick out of my mouth with a loud, wet *plop* and smacking my tongue with it.
"Ointh eh Marinth," I said with a shrug and then I caught her cock with my fist. "Join the Marines. I have to take a test this afternoon after school and then get my physical next Wednesday."
"Why?" Paula stared at me and Kylie had pulled his mouth off her dick just so he could stare at me as well.
"Say what?" Karen blinked at me, sorta frozen with seven inches of steaming black pipe buried between Jimmy's pale butt cheeks.
"My dad was a Marine," I said, looking around at my friends. "I want to make him happy."
"You're crazy, Mattie!" Kylie frowned, still stroking Paula's cock and licking his lips. "I thought we were gonna pick a college!"
"I know," I gave him a pained look because we had sorta planned on going to college together, but… "He's my Daddy!"
"You're a fag though!" Jimmy said and I rolled his eyes at the boy.
SLAP! "Shut-up and fuck my dick!" Karen slapped his ass and Jimmy winced, being a total pussy like he was. At least some things hadn't changed.
A lot of other things had though and that's the way life goes and even more at Hathaway High than anyplace else. I mean, the school had three separate bathrooms, you know? Boys, Girls, and Shemales…although technically, most of the shemales were really just pre-op transsexuals. Girls born in boy bodies, you know? Or so they claimed and that's what Kylie claimed to be. His parents were sending him to Sweden over the summer and when he came back for his senior year, he'd have a real pussy and everything. Kylie had promised me that I could be the first one to fuck it, you know, break his cherry or whatever, so that was cool.
I sorta liked his pretty little dick though and I thought the boy was making a mistake, but being his best friend and all, I tried to be really supportive. I hoped those doctors knew what they were doing and gave him a really pretty pussy, but I didn't think it could ever be as pretty as Kylie's asshole. He had a seriously sexy boy cunt and knew how to rock a cock with it, believe me! Getting another fuckhole seemed like a waste of money, I thought, but Kylie was all excited about being able to fuck two boys at the same time, three if he used his mouth, so…It was hard not to be happy for him.
Anyway, so my school had three bathrooms and three different locker rooms, and a separate gym class just for sissies. They liked to call it Phaggot Education and mostly it was just an excuse to get all the girly fags in thongs and nipple clamps, stretching and jumping around in the gym for all the normal, straight boys to admire. It was just a big tease really, but every day Coach Bailey would pick a couple girls, the ones he thought weren't trying hard enough, to suck off a few of the boys…A lot of us didn't try very hard, as you can imagine! I'd rather suck a nice hard dick than play volleyball any day of the week and that was an opinion shared by most of my classmates! Not to mention the boys, of course. Phaggot Education was the most popular class in school.
On this particular day, I'd decided to play tomboy. Sometimes I looked like a total girl and that was fun. Nobody could tell I had a dick, believe me! Other times I liked to be a boy, a pretty one, but definitely a guy and a lot of the girls at school liked me a lot then. I had a couple girlfriends, hot ones too! And we'd make out and stuff, I'd even fuck them sometimes, but mostly in the ass. Putting my dick inside a real pussy felt kind of weird and I wasn't that big in the dick department anyway, you know, so bending a hot chick over, like Monica Branson, and stretching her tight little ass was always special.
She was probably the hottest chick in school, at least the hottest one without a dick. She'd been the Homecoming Queen and the Prom Queen, Senior Class President, and the star of the school's morning television show. Everybody loved Monica, with her auburn hair, hazel eyes, and killer body…And I fucked her in the ass three or four times every week. Life was pretty good and she was a pretty great girlfriend, but she was on some kind of marriage kick now that we were almost graduating. She'd stopped taking her birth control pills too, although she'd tried to hide it from me, and that was another reason I liked fucking her in the butt so much…I really didn't need a pregnant girlfriend!
"I want you!" she whispered as soon as she saw me coming out of the girls' locker room. She knew I had to suck off Stacy every morning and sometimes she'd watch, but Monica and the black cheerleader didn't get along very well, as you can imagine.
"Mmmm…" I covered her mouth with mine and pushed a big load of fresh, salty Stacy cum into my girlfriend's mouth. The hallway was crowded and a lot of people grinned at us, but we were beyond caring by then. I mean, we graduated in a week, so making out in the hallway wasn't gonna be a big deal. And I kinda liked to embarrass her in public for some reason, but it was hard to do!
"Mmph!" she always acted surprised, but Monica didn't pull away or anything; she just held me even tighter and moaned as we snowballed for a long minute or so.
"Swallow it," I breathed, holding her perfect ass with my hands under her skirt and the girl was going commando. I slipped a finger over her puckered anus and found her pussy dripping!
"Gu-ulp!" She swallowed hard and licked her lips with a spermy tongue. "Fuck me, Mattie…We got time."
"How come you're not doing the news?" I asked, narrowing my eyes as I wiggled my finger between her greasy labia.
"Day off!" she giggled, flexing her knees and rubbing her tits against mine. My finger slipped half an inch deeper and she nodded eagerly, giving her pussy a squeeze.
"Yeah," I kissed her pert nose. "In here...Come on…"
I should have known better, but after sucking off Stacy's beautiful prick, my own little cock was aching! Plus, like I said, Monica wasn't just hot, he was uber-hot! I wasn't stupid though. I could read a calendar and the girl was two weeks from her period, so she was uber-ovulating too! That's why she'd taken a day off from doing those stupid homeroom announcements with the A-V Club. Monica was going to be stalking me all day long, trying to get me to fuck her every chance she got.
I couldn't blame her though. I mean, if I knocked her up I'd have to marry the girl. Probably. And her step-father was a child-molesting pimp, who'd turned all three of her sisters into prostitutes working the strip malls up in Surrey. If Monica didn't find a way out, she'd be doing donkey shows right next to her mom!
Marrying me would be a ticket to paradise, or so Monica imagined, and I almost wanted to marry her just because I really didn't want to see her hurt. But sympathy is always a bad excuse and a few years down the road, even if we had a baby, I knew we wouldn't really be happy. She'd get jealous of some guy I was fucking and start breaking stuff, or else I'd catch her cheating on me and then I'd have to pretend like I was mad just so she'd feel loved…Once you start down the sympathy road, it never ends.
On the other hand…I was joining the Marines and that's a love 'em and leave 'em knocked up outfit if there ever was one! So yeah, I took her in the boys' locker room, which neither of us were supposed to be in, and Monica soon had her legs over my shoulders as I pushed my sissy dick inside her horny pussy. All I had to do was hold off for twenty minutes, I thought…Nineteen minutes…Yeah…I could do that…Maybe…
"Oh God! Yeah!" Monica sighed, staring up at me with her shining eyes. "I love it when you fuck my pussy!"
"I love fucking your ass!" I teased her and that got me a little pout.
"Don't pull out!" she warned me, clutching at my back through the t-shirt I wore.
I'd dressed like a tomboy, as I said, with a white t-shirt over my bra that said, 'Make 7' on the front and 'Up yours!' on the back, just above a 7-Up bottle shooting off like a green dick. I wore a pair of skinny cords too, or I had been wearing them, now they were on the floor with my panties. It was kinda hard to fuck Monica really good with pants on, after all.
"Did you take your pill?" I asked her, knowing the little bitch hadn't been taking them for three months.
Her best friend, Tricia, had clued me in the night I'd fucked her and her boyfriend at the prom. Actually, her boyfriend had fucked my ass while Tricia sat on my face and made out with the guy, but that still counts as fucking them, I think. Anyway, Monica had made the mistake of telling Tricia her plans to get pregnant with my baby and drag me to the altar, and Tricia couldn't keep a secret to save her life! Especially when she was cumming!
"Yeah," Monica lied. "I took it. Cum inside me, Mattie. I wanna feel it, okay?"
"Uh-huh," I agreed, leaning down to kiss her, shoving my tongue inside her mouth like a normal boy would. My long, blonde hair was in a ponytail and it kept falling in Monica's face and that was annoying.
Her pussy felt sweet though, I had to admit. Not as tight as her asshole maybe, but very hot and definitely wet! She'd been a virgin until I'd fucked her the first time, mostly because she'd thought she was a lesbian and only had girlfriends growing up. That's another reason she liked me so much, I guess. I could be a boy when she wanted one, or I could be a girl when she got all edgy for queer love. And I'd popped her cherry, which hadn't been much of a deal really. Some guys make a big thing out of it, but I've fucked three virgins and none of them ever cried or freaked out or anything like that. I think it's over-rated and breaking in a virgin ass is a lot more fun. That always gets a reaction from the girl!
I'd fucked Monica's virgin ass twenty minutes after I'd fucked her virgin pussy and she'd been shaking, jerking her hips, begging me to go slow, telling me how dirty it was to be butt fucked by a boy she'd just met half an hour before…blah blah blah…I fucked her ass and it was great! I just wished she'd had a dick, you know? They're a lot more fun to play with than a pussy, in my experience, but I'm sorta biased too.
On this particular day though, I was drilling for pussy juice and we made out the whole time! Monica had never fucked anyone else in her life and she really did love me. She thought I had a big dick too, though, so her opinion didn't mean a whole lot either. Stupid lesbians! The hard part for me was not cumming too quickly. I wanted to cum. My balls burned with the desire to pump a nice hot load of sissy semen into the girl's fertile womb, but I had to hold off. Slow down. Kiss her a lot so Monica wouldn't notice that we were grinding more than fucking. Jesus! That bitch could grind too! Probably from all those years grinding pussy with her carpet cleaning friends at the YWCA every summer.
Monica came quickly, being the orgasmic sort of girl she was, and that just made it harder for me. I could feel her pussy getting even warmer and definitely a little tighter as the walls of her cunt clamped down on my dick and started milking me hard. God, whoever the Guy was, had definitely known what He was doing when He designed the vagina. Nature's own original milking machine, I swear! Or maybe it was just Monica's superpower, because everybody has one, you know. Superpowers, I mean. Only half of everybody has a vagina. That girl should have been a whore, I thought, and I wondered if her sisters fucked the same way.
"Oh! Ah! I'm cumming again…God! Fuck me!" Monica yelled, and that was normal. I'd never fucked anyone as noisy as her! "Fu-uh-uh-uck Me!"
"I am!" I gasped, feeling her cunt grab my dick and tug hard. Jesus! There was no way I was going to ride that girl for another fifteen minutes without cumming! We'd only been doing it for three and my balls were ready to explode!
Once homeroom was over, in precisely 13 minutes and 8…7…6…seconds by my watch, the first gym class would start and the locker room would fill up with fifteen and sixteen-year-old boys. The sophomores! And those guys would fuck anything! I could shoot off in Monica's hot, fertile pussy and before she even knew I was done, someone else would be right there, jamming his cock inside her spermy hole and driving hard! Oh yeah! Thirty boys would fuck my girlfriend, no doubt about it, and I'd be off the hook!
"Why…That baby could be anyone's!" I'd say. "The whole sophomore gym class fucked her!"
Not a bad plan, huh? Hey! I was a seventeen-year-old boy, don't forget! And a hard cock, even one as queer as mine, doesn't have a conscience! But that probably explains why my plan didn't work too well either. My horny, remorseless, selfish dick betrayed me! Like he was Monica's best friend all of a sudden and determined to take her side in our little contest of mutual deception. My balls too. Those cum-filled jerks!
"Ughhhh…Monica!"
"Yessss…" she hissed, cumming one more time just to make sure my baby-making sperm got sucked out of my nuts whether I liked it or not…And I did like it. A lot!
"I gotta…Pull…Out…" I gasped, my common sense of self-preservation struggling through the fog with nothing but a small flashlight and two desperate batteries.
"Noooo…I'm cumming!" she screamed and I bet half the school heard that one!
"Ohhh…" I let go. I just surrendered, my balls jerking upward so hard it hurt!
Most of the time a cum is a cum, they all feel good, but they don't really leave you all that dizzy and fucked-up, not like we pretend they do. But once in awhile, especially if you've been holding it back as long and hard as possible…Yeah! I was totally brain damaged by that orgasm! Monica wrecked me! My cock felt like it was twice as big as I rammed it as far into the girl as I could. The first jet of semen burned as it flew out of my dick and into her more than ready vagina! Christ! I could just imagine her cervix sucking up my sperm while she climaxed with me, drawing all those little swimmers inside her womb to find that precious egg Monica had saved just for me.
"I love you, Mattie!" she breathed, pulling me to her kiss. "I felt it! You put a lot in me, huh?"
"Yeah," I said, forcing myself to smile. "Good thing you're on the pill."
"Yeah!" Monica giggled, kissing me again. "Oh! You're still hard…Lets do it again!"
"But…"
But we were already doing it and I wondered what difference it would make. I'd put a lot of semen inside her already, so a little more probably wasn't going to make her twice as pregnant. And besides, I glanced at my watch, in ten and half minutes I could watch Monica pull her very first train! There were a lot of black kids in that class too and in nine months, if the baby came out nice and dark with thick, kinky hair…Yeah! It was too soon to admit defeat!
"I wanna feel you cum again," Monica whispered. "That felt so good, Mattie. I love you so much!"
"I love you too," I agreed, kissing her deeply as I started working my cock in and out of her cum-filled hole. I could do that. A nice long fuck and ten more minutes and yeah, she'd be swimming in sperm when the bell rang!
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"I heard Monica got gang-banged this morning," Kylie giggled and I shrugged. "She did like twenty guys! What a slut! I can't believe you even like her, Mattie."
"Shut-up," I told the boy, taking out my guilt on him. I'd sort of arranged my girlfriend's first gang-fuck, after all, and I'd heard she went home in tears afterward. "You're kind of a bitch sometimes, you know that?"
"So?" he stuck his tongue out at me. "You love me anyway."
"Yeah," I sighed. "I know."
"Are you really gonna join the Marines?" Randi asked me and I'd gotten pretty tired of talking about that.
"That's where we're going," I nodded, playing with the smaller boy's cock while Kylie drove us downtown. I had to take my test thing to see if I was smart enough to be a Marine, but how hard could it be? Even if I failed it, I figured I could just blow the guy and still get in anyway. I sorta hoped I could skip it, you know? Like who needs a written test, when you can pass an oral one?
"I shoulda made you guys walk," Kylie said, making a face at Randi in the rearview mirror. "And don't get the seat all wet either!"
"Just drive," I rolled my eyes at him. "We're not gonna make a mess."
Randi didn't usually ride with us, and Kylie would be bitching about it later, but I'd invited Randi home to meet Eric so he was gonna hang out while I took that test thing. Keep me company sorta, you know. I had this weird idea that since Randi looked like a twelve year old girl, maybe Eric would dump whatsherfuck, his girlfriend the parrot, and hook up with Randi instead. If I did join the Marines, my little blonde friend was going to have a lonely summer, and I liked him a lot. Too much, probably. I figured it was just my mood after the thing with Monica, because hooking Randi up with Eric was a dumb idea, but at least I could watch them fuck later. I always liked seeing Randi take a big, black cock and Eric had a nice one! He was always on me about having a threesome anyway, they both were, so this way they'd be happy at least.
I was going to miss stuff like that.
"They're gonna make you cut your hair though!" Randi pouted and I hadn't really considered that.
"Yeah, a serious buzz cut," Kylie sighed. "That would suck."
"It grows back," I said, but my hand went instinctively to my ponytail and it had taken me two years to grow it.
"You should do that teaching thing," Randi decided, lifting his hips as I rubbed his penis like an oversized clit.
"God! I can't even see Mattie as a teacher!" Kylie laughed. "That would be so weird."
"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "I don't think I'd be a very good teacher."
"Well…You don't look like a Marine either," Randi sniffed and there was more truth there than I wanted to admit!
Still, my dad was Mad Jack Turner, the most famous Marine since Lee Harvey Oswald, and a hell of a lot tougher than that punk! I had Daddy's blood in my veins! I had his sperm in my tummy too! Maybe I didn't look like a Marine, but appearances can be deceiving! Just ask the boys of Troop 228 when they'd come around selling cookies! I'd sucked off seven of them before they had any idea I wasn't a real girl, including the Scout Master! I probably wouldn't be half the Marine my daddy was, and at the very most I'd only be half the man, but I'd be half his daughter too and if anyone deserved a shot at serving our country, it was me! I mean, heck…I was just as patriotic as the next cocksucker!
That little speech cheered me up a lot and despite my friends' doubts, I felt pretty good about my decision. Especially a month later when I could tell Daddy…
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"…Guess what!" I giggled, bouncing into the den and landing on my dad's lap.
"Grrrr…" he growled as I threw my arms around his neck.
"No! Daddy! I'm not pregnant!" I rolled my eyes. "I still got a dick, remember?"
"Grrrr…"
"Oh! You do too?" I stuck out my tongue and licked across his lips as I reached between my wide spread legs. "I thought that was rocket in your pants! You know…Ready to blast off for Myanus? Here…Hold on, Daddy…Let me, um…Oh! Ahhhh…Like ugh! that! Houston…We have nooooo problems!"
I sighed happily as I lowered my tight boy cunt down on Daddy's perpetually hard prick, finding him very comfortable as my rectum was swimming in Stacy's cum after she'd given me a ride home…and then another ride in the driveway! Now Daddy's rigid penis stretched me even more, sliding through the puckered ring of my anus to be baptized in hot transsexual spunk. I shivered with pleasure and kissed Daddy's mouth, slipping my tongue inside and wishing he could tongue fuck me, but he wasn't really strong enough for that.
"Anyway…" I sighed, rocking my sissy ass up and down with a nice, easy rhythm, "…I joined the Marines, Daddy! Mom signed the papers today and I took my little oath thing, you know, I swear to defend the constitution and all that stuff, and then they told me next week I'll go to booty camp! Isn't that awesome?"
"Grrrr…"
"I hope the sergeant is nice!" I giggled. "Like that one in the movie? That'll be so much fun! I don't even have to cut my hair either! When I got my physical? The doctor called in a captain and he called a colonel and he called a general and they all looked at me! Well, the general was on the phone, but they told him all about me! I was so nervous, Daddy!"
"Grrrr…"
"Faster?" I smiled at him. "Okay…Ummm…Like this, Daddy? Ah! That feels…Hmmm…Anyway, they told me I could join a special unit. A brand new one just for sissies like me! They said it's like the Navy Seals or something, like those Special Forces guys, you know? And we'd learn how to do really cool stuff like seduce men and then blackmail them, recruit closet homosexuals into betraying their country, even get them to fall in love with us because we're all gonna be like super-sexy! Who knows? I could be the next fag mistress of the President of France or something, Daddy!
"Grrrr…"
"I know! It's so awesome I almost couldn't believe it! They're sending me to some Joint-Services Covert Subversion and Deception Warfare School in San Francisco. They said it's like a cross-service, cross-dressing, cross-training thing for sluts! And after I graduate, I'll be part of a SOG, a Sissy Operations Group, and working mostly for the CIA. Except I'll really be a Marine, Daddy, just like you! I'm gonna get a uniform and camouflage panties and medals and everything! They might even make me an officer, if I'm really bossy at school or whatever."
"Grrrr…"
"I hope the shoes are comfortable," I said, pursing my lips for a moment. "I forgot to ask about that. They want me to get breast implants though and I'm not too sure about that yet. They said it was kinda up to me anyway though, but it would probably be a good idea because I am sorta flat chested, see?"
"Grrrr…" Daddy growled as I pulled up my t-shirt and then just decided to take it off completely. I liked rubbing my puffy nipples against his medals.
"I knew you'd be proud of me, Daddy!" I sighed, pressing myself against him while I gave his cock a serious grind. "Nobody could believe I was really your son at first, but once I got on my knees and took care of five Marines at once, right there in the recruiting office? Yeah, Daddy…They believed me. The major told me, 'Jesus! Only one man I know could keep up with a slut like you! Mad Jack Turner!' and I was so proud right then…I love you, Daddy!"
"Grrrr…ah uhv ewe…"
"What? Daddy! You can talk!" I blinked at him as tears filled both our eyes and it had taken my whole life up until then, but my dad had finally found the courage to tell me that he loved me!
Wow!