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Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders
by T.S. Severe

Copyrighted 2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm

Synopsis: The new boy finds himself lusting after Stacy, a black
cheerleader and the hottest girl in school. When he hooks up with her
at a party though, Stacy reveals her huge secret and turns the boy
into her cock worshipping, faggot love slave.
Story Codes: tg/m, M/tg, reluctant, oral, anal, petting, size, interr,
D/s, humil, creampie

Note: This is the third chapter and you should read the first two
first. Naturally! :)

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Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders
(for lack of a real title)

by T.S. Severe



	DBTC III


I had biology class for my last period and I was glad too. We were
doing labs and I could stand up for most of it. My butt felt pretty
sore and not a little squishy as the load of semen Stacy had filled me
with seeped past the toilet paper I'd tried to plug it with. I could
feel it staining my boxers and all I wanted to do was take a shower.
Now that I'd gotten away from the girl, my lust had cooled
considerably and I felt the shame and guilt of knowing I'd let another
boy fuck me in the ass.

Except Stacy wasn't a boy, was she? I didn't know what to think of her
to tell the truth. Stacy, my new girlfriend, was black and beautiful,
utterly female in every way...except for her huge black cock and sperm
filled balls. That didn't make her a boy though, did it? I hoped not,
because if it did then I really had to be a faggot. A serious
cocksucking homo and that went against all my instincts, believe me.
I'd never found men attractive, not at all, but Stacy...Jesus! She had
to be the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, let alone kissed.

It was mildly confusing, to say the least!

"I heard you fucked Stacy during lunch," Bobby, my lab partner,
grinned at me and I paled suddenly.

"What?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice, but I
naturally assumed he'd heard that Stacy had fucked me.

"You boned her in the girls' bathroom," he said in a low voice,
nudging me with his elbow. "How was it?"

"Ummm..." I swallowed hard. "It was really, um...great."

"Fuck!" He rolled his eyes. "I knew it! She's so hot, dude! You really
fucked her?"

"Yeah," I grinned back, totally relieved that he thought Stacy was a
real girl. I ignored the irony when I told him, "I fucked the shit out
of her, too."

"Aw man," Bobby sighed. "I'd lick a dick just to taste her pussy."

"Oh yeah?" I must have made a funny face because Bobby laughed
nervously and held up his hands.

"No! I'm just saying..." he chuckled. "I ain't no fag!"

"I know what you mean," I agreed, glancing around and I suddenly
caught Rita smiling at me like she knew a secret.

Sweet, sexy Rita looked kind of Egyptian maybe, like she had caramel
skin and toffee eyes, sort of almond shaped too. Her hair fell
straight, around her shoulders, but got really kinky too. Brad was her
boyfriend and he'd explained that Rita got her hair straightened every
week, but couldn't do anything about the curling ends. That didn't
matter anyway, I thought, her hair looked just as fine as the rest of
her.

Rita had a hard little body, like a gymnast might have, you know? She
wasn't terribly tall and her tits weren't really large, but that girl
looked tight! Her legs were immaculate as well, smooth and brown and
right there under her golden cheer skirt. She had a cute face with a
long, narrow nose and moist, sensual lips that looked perfect for
sucking and nibbling. I swear, her mouth just looked sexy, especially
when she'd smile because it almost looked like a pout. Sort of a
petulant smile, you could say, and completely adorable.

Nobody would guess that sixteen-year-old Rita packed a fat, seven inch
cock and a pair of healthy balls that would put most grown men to
shame! But I'd seen her prick swollen and angry and stretching Brad's
lips wide around it. Now Rita was smiling at me and I could only
imagine what the cheerleader must have been thinking and it made my
already throbbing asshole pucker with dread anticipation.

I shared a couple classes with Rita, just like I shared some with
Stacy and Wendy, the other two juniors. Heather and Veronica were
seniors, and Paula and Karen were both sophomores, so I didn't see
much of them usually. The school wasn't all that large though and all
those girls were without a doubt among the hottest chicks in school,
which meant that anything and everything they said and did was news. I
didn't know who had let it out that Stacy and I had fucked in the
bathroom, but if Bobby knew about it, everyone in school must have
known.

That wasn't so bad however and I actually enjoyed my classmate's
obvious envy. That was another cool thing about being Stacy's
boyfriend - it suddenly made me one of the "cool" people in school.
And despite the fact that I wasn't a big jock or whatever, I got a lot
of attention from the other kids. A lot of smiles and greetings in the
hallway, even some serious come hither looks from girls who probably
figured if I was good enough for Stacy, then I had to be good enough
for them. I wasn't dumb though, and I remembered all too well Stacy's
threat to cut off my balls after she'd caught me staring at Jennifer's
tits! I wasn't going to test my new girlfriend by fucking around
behind her back, believe me!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Stacy was the perfect girlfriend as we walked together towards Dave's
car. She clung to my arm like a little girl, giggling and talking non-
stop about the latest school gossip while I carried her books.
Everyone smiled and said hi to us like we were royalty and Stacy would
smile back, maybe wave or purse her lips in a mock kiss. It was fun
and strange and I'd always viewed those kind of social cliques from a
distance, but now I was in one. Stacy and her friends were at the top
of the food chain and the way she acted, nobody would guess her to be
anything but a typical high school cheerleader.

"You two fags sit in the front," Stacy told Kyle and Josh with a jerk
of her thumb. "Mattie wants to blow me on the way home."

"Awww...Stacy," Kyle pouted with a lick of his lips and deliberate look
down at her skirt. "It's a big back seat. You can sit in the middle."

"Next time," she giggled. "This pussy needs all the practice he can
get."

And just like that Kyle ended up sitting on Josh's lap in the front
seat so that Stacy and I could have the backseat all to ourselves.

"Kiss me first," she breathed, pulling me close and parting her lips
for my eager tongue.

My hand went to her perfect tits, massaging Stacy's firm breasts
through the soft knit of her cheer top, and that girl didn't bother
with a bra. She sucked my tongue sweetly as Dave drove and after a few
minutes Stacy took my hand and pushed it down her flat tummy to her
skirt. I knew what she wanted and soon I held her growing erection in
my hand, feeling it lengthen and swell as Stacy's arousal increased. I
jerked her off slowly, enjoying the sensation of her soft skin moving
over the straining muscle beneath.

"Go down," she breathed, pushing my head to her lap and I opened wide,
taking her smooth glans into my hungry mouth.

I knew my friends were watching. Dave had already adjusted his
rearview mirror at least once and Josh and Kyle were turned around in
the passenger seat. I could hear them talking about me, chuckling as I
struggled to take even half of Stacy's monster black cock between my
lips. I cradled her heavy balls in my hand and played with them
gently, teasing her with small tugs of her silky scrotum while I
swirled my tongue around the head of her dick.

"Go for it, Mattie," Josh told me with a grin. "Suck her off, man!"

"You're pretty hot with a dick in your face," Kyle teased me. "How's
it taste?"

"Ummph!" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, sliding my lips down another
inch and wishing I could remember how to get Stacy into my throat
again.

"Making my dick hard," Dave shook his head as he drove. "I wish
Veronica was here."

"You can suck mine," Kyle said, squirming atop Josh as they sat
together.

"Heh! You should suck him, bitch," Josh laughed, holding the sixteen-
year-old boy tightly against his chest. "I've already got my dick
halfway up your ass anyway."

"Sorry!" Kyle stuck out his tongue. "I only fuck black cock, but you
can cum in your pants if you want."

"Hmmm..." Josh leaned close, kissing Kyle on his open mouth for a half-
minute while his hands rubbed the younger boy's tits through his t-
shirt.

"Fags!" Dave chuckled, rubbing the bulge in his crotch. "You're such a
tease, Kyle."

For her part, Stacy sat very still and did little more than play with
my blonde hair while she watched me service her black dick.
Occasionally she would stroke my face with her red fingernails and
whisper words of encouragement, but mostly the girl just sighed
contentedly and let me suck her beautiful prick at my own pace. The
wet sounds of my eager efforts filled the car and Dave turned his CD
player up a little louder as the Spice Girls started singing that old
song "2Become1" and he was into that sort of music and I had to admit,
it did seem like the perfect soundtrack while I blew my girlfriend's
fat cock.

"Mmmm...that's it, Mattie," Stacy whispered. "Suck my cock, baby. Uhh...
Nice, use your tongue...Like that...Cocksucker...My sweet faggot...Yessss..."

With that soft hiss of approval, Stacy tightened her grip on my head
and lifted her hips. She arched her back and I felt her balls pulsing
under my fingers as the first jet of hot semen filled my mouth. I
swallowed quickly and I really was getting better at it. I could
almost keep up with her orgasm this time and only a little escaped my
taut lips as I swallowed her salty load with loud, hungry gulps and
low moans of pleasure. The sensation of her creamy spunk sliding down
my throat seemed to warm me all over and my own small penis ached in
my trousers, but I ignored it completely.

All of my attention was focused on Stacy and I held her cock firmly
with my right hand, jerking her off while she came all over my tongue.
I squeezed her balls too, as if I could somehow milk her for more
sperm than the girl wanted to give me. I worshipped her dark prick,
rubbing her cummy cockhead across my lips and slurping wetly at the
clinging remains of her orgasm. Stacy didn't have to tell me how to do
it, not this time. I cleaned her thoroughly, washing every drop of
semen away with my tongue and then mouthing her balls just as we were
pulling into my driveway.

"Good timing, Mattie!" Josh grinned at me as I lifted my flushed face
and smiled with a lick of my lips.

"You're getting better, baby," Stacy whispered, pulling me up so that
I could be rewarded with a soul searching kiss. "Thank you."

"Your welcome," I breathed, feeling my heart soar with Stacy's gentle
praise. It seems like such a little thing, but it wasn't. She'd
thanked me for sucking her cock! And it made me feel like I'd just won
the lottery or something.

We kissed for several minutes while Josh and Kyle waited somewhat
impatiently. They'd piled out of the front passenger seat of the old
Chevy Nova so that Stacy and I could climb out of the back. It was a
seriously cool car, an old muscle car that Dave and his father had
restored to its former glory. Definitely not the sort of car a
cocksucking fag would drive, but that's exactly what we were and all
three of my friends rubbed their obvious erections as we got out.
Stacy could do that to a guy and any one of them would have jumped at
the chance to suck her gorgeous prick, but I'd been the one Stacy
wanted and that feeling was like nothing else in the world. She made
me feel special.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"So this is your room, huh?" Stacy looked around my bedroom and I
shrugged. She didn't seem to be very impressed.

I guess it looked like any other teenage boy's room. Bed, bookcase, a
desk with my computer on it. I had a mini-stereo and an aquarium
bubbling away with a fat Oscar in it. I liked to feed him goldfish.
Some posters on the wall, like Icharo and Jeter, the Swedish Bikini
Team selling Lite Beer. One of my bikes was in the corner, sorta
halfway taken apart with a cardboard box full of parts. Baseball
glove, my hockey sticks, clothes scattered all over the place, an old
Penthouse under my mattress. You know, it was my room.

"Yeah," I agreed, dumping my book bag on the floor. Stacy's too, since
I'd carried it for her.

"We're gonna have to redecorate," she informed me with a giggle and I
smiled at that, wondering what she meant. "Where's your dildo? We can
start today."

"Uhhh...Oh!" I swallowed hard and picked up my book bag again. There was
no point in arguing, I realized.

"Yeah. Give me that," Stacy said, snatching the large, black dildo out
of my hand.

"But, what are you going to do with..."

"Lick, faggot!" she commanded and I licked the suction cup at the
dildo's base with my tongue.

"This goes here..." she told me, mounting the dildo on the wall just
above the headboard of my bed.

"My parents though..." I swallowed hard, staring at that life-like cock
as it jutted from the wall. It looked very realistic.

"They'll just have to get used to it," Stacy said, dismissing my
concerns with a wave of her delicate hand. "Kiss the cock now. He's
going to be your best friend from now on."

"Uh..." I blushed with humiliation as I crawled reluctantly onto my bed
and kissed the cool head of that rubber phallus.

"Good boy," Stacy smiled approvingly as I knelt over my pillows. "What
time do your parents get home?"

"Mom works until nine," I told her, "but my dad gets home about five,
I guess."

"Good. Take off your clothes," Stacy told me. "We've got time for a
quickie."

"A quickie?" I blinked at her.

"A quick fuck?" she giggled. "I like a piece of ass after school, so
get used to it."

"Oh," I nodded, as if that made all the sense in the world, but I'd
been sore and squishy all afternoon and all I wanted was a shower.

That wasn't going to happen though, at least not right away. We had a
good hour and half before my dad showed up and Stacy had already
started taking off her clothes. She pulled her top over her head,
tugging her perfect black tits upward for a tantalizing moment before
they fell back into place with barely a jiggle of her firm flesh. Her
dark nipples were already swollen and pointing outward like bullets
and I licked my lips, forgetting that Stacy wasn't a total girl. She
had the most incredible body though, with her slender shoulders and
flat tummy, a small waist and narrow, sexy hips that gave way to her
pert, round ass and long, toned legs.

I undressed in a hurry, exposing my own thin, pale body and I knew I
wasn't unattractive, but I still felt nervous about showing myself to
Stacy. She'd seen me naked before, obviously, but she made me feel so
completely insecure that it wasn't funny. I only wanted to please her
and I was deathly afraid that she wouldn't like some part of me. A
girl like her should have been going out with a football player or
something. A big guy with a lot of muscles and huge cock, but I had
none of that. I was small and weak and my penis had gotten hard at
seeing her undress, but even so it wasn't very big at all, not
compared to Stacy's thick, black organ.

"Fuck!" she smiled, looking me up and down as we both stood naked in
my bedroom. "You're such a pretty, pussy."

"Am I?" I whispered, looking down and biting my bottom lip like a
little girl.

"Rub your clit, faggot," Stacy ordered, stroking her rock hard prick
slowly and it seemed so completely, perfectly mismatched with the rest
of her.

We stood close together, just a foot apart maybe, watching each other
as Stacy jerked off and I played with my aching dick. I didn't really
hold it in my fist like I normally would, she didn't want that.

"I said rub it, pussy," she corrected me when I took my penis in hand
and started stroking it. "A girly fag like you doesn't jack off, she
jills off."

"Ummm..." I turned crimson at her words.

"Rub your clit with your fingers," she explained impatiently. "Little
circles, cunt. Go on...Jill off for me."

I did as Stacy told me, using my fingers to press down on my penis and
rub it like an over-sized clitoris. My pink dick rolled around in a
circle, my smallish balls were likewise pulled upward and pushed down
in turn. I found myself enjoying it, but perhaps I was really enjoying
the view I had of Stacy as she stood so close her nipples nearly
grazed my chest. I drank in her smooth, brown body and beautiful,
smiling face. I lost myself in her smile and in her warm, caramel eyes
as she watched me.

And looking down...My gaze continually fell to her turgid cock, so much
longer and thicker than my own. The comparison was inevitable as her
prick very nearly touched mine, the purplish glans only bare inches
away from my aching clit as I rubbed myself with growing enthusiasm. I
felt my orgasm growing in my belly, the one I'd been begging for since
sucking Stacy's cock in the girls' locker room before school had even
started. I'd been frustrated and aroused all day long, my emotions
rising and falling like a yo-yo as I struggled with lust, guilt,
shame, and yeah, love as well.

"Move your hand," Stacy whispered, knowing I was getting close to
cumming. "I wanna fuck your clit."

She pulled me against her and I tilted my head upward for Stacy's kiss
as her swollen cockhead jammed into my balls almost painfully. She
filled my mouth with her tongue and I sucked on it desperately,
clutching the girl with my hands around her waist. Her cock slid
between my thighs so that my pink scrotum rode the shaft and my
throbbing little dick pressed against her soft tummy.

Stacy pushed me backward a step and when the back of my knees found
the edge of my bed, I fell onto the mattress with Stacy on top of me.
She didn't stop kissing me though and I found myself trapped beneath
her warm, luxurious body. Her tits flattened against my chest and her
heavy, black cock moved against my much smaller penis. She fucked me
that way, caressing my dick with hers while we made out with feverish
passion. Stacy chewed my lips until they felt bruised and tender and I
moaned breathlessly as I spread my legs for her, lifting my hips as
much as I could, grinding my puny cock and balls against her steely
prick.

She made me cum that way, with a gasp and shiver, and a sudden
explosion of thin cum spraying across her hot flesh. Stacy let me
enjoy it, kissing me all the while until my orgasm slowly died, and
then she sat up on her knees with my legs straight and spread wide
around her. Stacy's cock glistened with precum and semen, stained with
my cum, and she took it in her hand, holding her dick near the base
and rubbing it over my penis. She slapped me with it, giggling while I
caught my breath and winced at the sensation of having my dick and
sensitive balls beaten by a much larger cock.

"Did you have a good cum, pussy?" she asked me. "Does your little
dickie like being fucked by a real cock?"

"Yesss..." I hissed between clenched teeth as she slapped my balls
harder, making soft, wet smacking noises.

"Tell me..." she sang teasingly.

"I love your cock," I breathed, staring up at her as Stacy poked her
cockhead into my balls, playing with them while I wriggled my hips.

"My big, black cock..."

"I love your big, black cock," I agreed with a nod of my head. "I love
fucking your cock, Stacy."

"Do you want me to fuck your cunt now?" she wondered, reaching for my
legs and lifting them with her hands under my knees.

"God, yeah!" I whispered, licking my lips as she put my legs over her
shoulders. "But...Wait...Ummm..."

Stacy gave me a curious look and then giggled as I reached between my
butt cheeks and found the wad of semen soaked toilet paper I'd been
wearing all afternoon. I had to sort of peel it away as some of the
goo had dried like paste, but most of it felt like soggy cotton.

"Put it in your mouth," she told me and I blinked at her. "Do it,
faggot!"

She smiled happily as I slowly pushed the fragile mess between my lips
and the texture alone almost made me sick! It had soaked up a lot of
cum and the flavor was strong and bitter-sweet. Salty too and I held
the slimy lump on my tongue, not even wanting to chew it and
especially not wanting to swallow it by mistake! I tasted Stacy's old
semen and my own sweaty asshole. Nothing could be as gross as that, I
thought, sucking on a big wad of toilet paper, but if Stacy wanted me
to do it...

"That's a good little, bitch," she sighed, leaning into me so that my
butt rolled even higher off the bed and I tried to relax as I felt her
cockhead pressing against my vulnerable sphincter.

"Ughhhm!" I winced and shut my eyes against the discomfort of having
my already tender anus stretched once more around my girlfriend's
cock.

"Look me, slut," Stacy whispered. "Open your eyes, Mattie."

"Ummm-hmm," I agreed around the toilet paper that seemed to be melting
on my tongue. I opened my eyes and looked up at Stacy, staring into
her eyes as she pinned me down with her cockhead inside my rectum.

"Tell me you love me," she said, smiling sweetly and looking like a
black angel, innocent and pure and lovely beyond words.

"I love you," I whispered and even as the breath escaped my lips,
Stacy drove her cock balls deep into my unprepared rectum with a
single, powerful thrust.

"I...Ugh!...know you do..." she grunted, pumping my asshole hard and fast
while I shuddered with a glorious mixture of pleasure and pain. It
would be a long, serious fuck and Stacy wasn't in a gentle mood.

Stacy fucked me like a bitch and I hadn't realized I'd swallowed that
wad of cummy toilet paper until she started kissing me. By that time I
didn't even care though and I nursed on Stacy's tongue like a slut
while she rode my clasping asshole like I had a real pussy between my
legs. I moaned and begged her for it too. I licked her lips and told
the girl I loved her. I loved her black dick and wanted her to fill me
with her hot cum. I needed her inside me so badly that it almost hurt
when she'd pull her cock nearly free, only to slam it home with a
delicious grind at the end so that my prostate quivered with electric
passion. It was a pretty intense fuck and I was practically screaming
by the end of it, when Stacy finally let me have a fresh load of
creamy sperm to soothe my bruised and battered rectum.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Two hours later the moment I'd been dreading had arrived and I had no
idea what I was supposed to do about it. My life was in Stacy's hands
and even after taking a long, hot shower with the girl, I could still
feel her sperm deep in my decidedly sore asshole. She'd reamed my boy
cunt for ten or fifteen minutes before dumping a huge load of ball
juice inside me. I'd washed her cock and balls clean with my mouth, of
course, and then we'd showered. I should have felt pretty good, but I
didn't. I thought for sure my dad would know everything the moment he
saw my face.

"Uh, Dad?" I said slowly, entering his office as I held Stacy's hand.
"I want you to meet, um...Stacy."

"Stacy?" He turned his head to look over his shoulder. My dad had been
removing his jacket and hanging it over the back of his chair.

The room was really just the den, but Dad liked to call it his office
and he had a big desk and a leather chair, a lot of pictures and stuff
on the walls. One wall had become a huge bookcase and he had a little
bar thing in there and a leather sofa. It looked a lot like his office
at work, actually, and my dad was really into his job.

"Hello," Stacy smiled brightly, offering my dad a soft giggle that
might have sounded nervous if I hadn't known better.

"Hello," Dad smiled back at her and stood up a little straighter,
sucking in his gut too maybe, except my dad didn't have a gut.

"Wow!" Stacy said with a squeeze of my fingers. "Mattie didn't tell me
you're an army guy!"

"Heh!" Dad normally would have bitten someone's head off for saying
something like that, but not a gorgeous, teenage girl's apparently.

"My dad's a Marine," I told her, giving him an apologetic look. "He's
a Colonel."

"A light colonel," Dad corrected me, but I knew he didn't mind.
"Mathew didn't tell me he had a girlfriend."

"He didn't?" Stacy gave me a pout and I shrugged, feeling my face
growing warm. "Well, now you know!"

"Now I know," Dad agreed, looking her up and down and it seemed pretty
obvious he liked what he saw. Who wouldn't? Stacy looked unbelievably
hot in her cheerleading outfit and the way she posed for him, all
sweet and innocent...

"Well, um..." I glanced towards the door, "...I guess you're pretty busy,
Dad, so..."

"Such a pretty girlfriend too," Dad ignored me, staring intently at my
girlfriend. "I'm happy to see Mathew's expanding his horizons."

"You mean because I'm black?" Stacy wondered with a giggle and
sometimes I had a hard time understanding my dad.

"What?" Dad chuckled and gave Stacy a doubtful look. "I meant because
you're a cheerleader."

"Oh!" She might have been blushing, except it would be hard to tell
beneath Stacy's brown skin. "But you don't mind, right? Do you like
black girls, Colonel?"

"Call me Jack," Dad insisted with a smile. "And I've been a Marine for
nearly twenty years, Stacy...I like every kind of girl there is!"

"Really?" Stacy laughed, showing my dad her tongue. "I bet they like
you too, Jack."

"Okay," I cleared my throat. "I think we better, uh..."

"Are all those your medals?" Stacy exclaimed, letting go of my hand as
she pointed at Dad's 'Power Wall'...That's what Mom called it anyway, a
bunch of framed photos, citations, and different awards and whatever.
I suppose it was sort of impressive, most people thought so, but I'd
grown up and watched it grow with me, so...

"Uh-huh," Dad nodded with a satisfied look on his rugged face. "Let me
show you..."

We spent five minutes listening to my dad talk about how he'd gotten
this medal for that, that medal for this, and all the while my
girlfriend ohh'd and ahh'd just for him.

"Two purple hearts?" Stacy gazed up at my dad with wide, brown eyes.
"You got shot?"

"Shot once," Dad told her. "Took some shrapnel in Gulf War II. Hurt
like hell, but I survived."

"Wow!" Stacy giggled. "Where did you get shot?"

"Heh!" Dad grinned at her. "Now if I show you mine, you'd have to show
me yours!"

"I'll show you anything you want," Stacy sighed and I blinked as she
put her hand on my dad's stomach, doubtlessly feeling his rock hard
abs beneath his shirt.

"We should, uh..." I tried interrupting again, but they ignored me.

"Let me tell you about my Silver Star," Dad suggested, putting a hand
in the small of Stacy's back and guiding her towards his leather sofa.
"I got that one in Afghanistan."

"Ohhh!" she giggled. "Afghanistan? Really? I'd love to hear about it!"

"Matthew, why don't you get started on dinner," Dad suggested with
hardly a look in my direction. "I think we'll be getting hungry soon."

"Very hungry!" Stacy agreed with a glance at me. "Are you gonna cook
dinner, Mattie?"

"Mattie?" Dad chuckled at that, probably because it sounded kind of
girly and I grimaced inwardly. "Yeah. Mattie's real handy in the
kitchen. Takes after his mother, I guess."

"Oh! I can see that!" Stacy agreed and she didn't even know my mom.
"He certainly doesn't seem very much like you, Colonel...I mean, Jack."

That one made my dad laugh and me blush with embarrassment. It was
true that I did take after my mom, but even so...It wasn't my fault my
dad was like six foot five inches of solid muscle. He'd been a Marine
his whole life and all he did was work out, fight wars, and then work
out some more. He had a chiseled face, sort of handsome too, I
suppose, if you liked those outdoorsy kind of guys. He could have been
a cowboy just as easily as a colonel and he wore his hair in a short
flat-top, had tattoos on his chest and arms, and cold grey eyes that
had seen a lot of death in their day.

Yeah, my dad was a man's man and no faggot, that's for certain. If he
found out about Stacy, he'd probably beat the crap out of her for
being a fag transvestite, and then come looking to kick my ass for
bringing a queer homosexual into his sacred temple of Marine Corps
Honor! I only wish I was kidding about that too, but the sad fact was
that my dad often liked to boast of his fag bashing skills. Like the
time he found one of his Marine's smoking a civilian's pole in Bosnia,
which is exactly how he'd phrased it. The young jarhead in question
had suffered a little training accident involving his ass, Dad's boot,
and a live hand grenade. That story had scared the hell out me, but
I'd only been six at the time and he'd told Mom that bedtime stories
like that would make a man out of me.

Dad was in for some real disappointment if I didn't get Stacy out of
there!

Unfortunately, Stacy didn't seem to understand the very real danger
she was getting herself into! The girl was flirting, I could see that
much, and that only confused me. Did she think the perfect girlfriend
was supposed to flirt with her boyfriend's father? It seemed like it
and maybe that worked with some dad's, the ones who weren't so self-
assured and confident. The ones who hadn't been to war and been shot
and come home with stories about killing bad guys and fucking every
kind of pussy on earth. Dad liked to tell me those bedtime stories too
and Mom knew it, but she never complained.

"A man like your father has needs, Matthew," Mom liked to say. "I
wouldn't love him if he was any different."

I'd never completely understood that, but after meeting Stacy, I sorta
thought I was getting the idea. But that's besides the point, since
Dad was already disappointed with me for not being a big, robust,
football playing, jock wearing, fag bashing stud like he'd been in
high school. Every now and again, Dad would mention packing me off to
some military school to toughen me up and get me ready for my career
in the Marines. We all knew that was a dream, but Dad liked to cling
to it from time to time, and if he found out Stacy had a cock and
balls and I was her cocksucking, faggot boyfriend...I really would find
myself in military school! Maybe. If he didn't just decide to bring a
hand grenade home and give me a training accident in the backyard!

Probably he'd just use a firecracker though, but even so...

"Maybe, um...Stacy could help me?" I asked hopefully, thinking my dad's
axiom that 'women belong in the kitchen when they're not busy fuckin
in the bedroom' might apply to beautiful black cheerleaders too, but
apparently not.

"Nah," Dad chuckled, sitting down in the middle of the sofa and
pulling a giggling Stacy down with him. "I think a big, strong boy
like you can take a few pots and pans."

"We'll be okay," Stacy sorta waved at me. "I really want to know all
about your father, Mattie! He's so interesting!"

"Just don't let them get the high ground," Dad continued, "or you'll
be fucked for sure!"

"Oh!" Stacy gasped and slapped my dad's chest playfully.

"Pardon my French," Dad grinned as he slipped his arm around her
shoulder. "Now where were we...Oh yeah, deep in the bush!"

I left them there, having no choice as I'd never been able to stand up
to my dad, or Stacy for that matter. They were a lot alike in that
way, although I have to say I enjoyed the way Stacy dominated me more.
Worshipping her beautiful black cock had become enjoyable for me, but
worshipping my dad's career had always been pretty boring. Much like
cooking spaghetti, which is what I decided to serve for dinner. With
my mom being a nurse and working the afternoon shift, and my dad being
a U.S. Marine Lieutenant Colonel with a hundred medals, that left me
to do the cooking, cleaning, and all the rest.

I didn't mind so much and sometimes cooking could be fun, but not on
this particular day. Not while I waited for the world to end when Dad
discovered Stacy's long, thick secret! I decided to keep the phone
handy in case I needed to dial 9-1-1 in a hurry.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Ummm...Dad? Stacy?" I called out tentatively, opening the door to Dad's
office after some forty-five minutes spent preparing dinner.

I hadn't heard a peep from them. No screaming, no crying, no gunfire.
Perhaps I'd misunderstood my father's intentions, but it had seemed
pretty clear that he planned on getting to know my girlfriend a lot
better. I should have expected that too. I mean, I knew the guy. I'd
grown up with him, but in all honesty I really hadn't expected him to
make a move on Stacy. I mean, she was my girlfriend! What kind of dad
would do that to his son?

And Stacy...I had no idea what to expect from her anymore! The last
thing I would have imagined was her flirting with my dad. She'd told
me she'd be the perfect innocent girlfriend in public so long as I was
the perfect pussy boyfriend in private. Meeting my dad seemed kind of
like a public situation to me! But she'd been flirting and Dad had
been making the moves on her, both of them treating me like I wasn't
even there! God!

"Ummmph...Oh! Mattie!" Stacy blinked at me, looking a little warm and
breathless as she sat on my dad's lap.

"What's up, son?" Dad asked me with a grin, holding Stacy around the
waist with his strong arms and looking over her shoulder. "Is dinner
ready?"

"Uh, yeah," I nodded, feeling my face burn.

Stacy's pleated skirt was pulled down around her hips and wide-spread
thighs as she straddled my dad's legs. They were both dressed and Dad
looked kind of normal, you know, except my girlfriend was sitting on
his lap and her swollen cock was making a serious tent in her skirt.
Stacy looked kind of breathless though, like I said, and her dark skin
seemed to glisten with tiny beads of sweat. She licked her lips and
smiled, but then my dad shifted slightly beneath her and the girl drew
a sharp breath and her eyelids fluttered.

"We'll, be there in a minute," Dad told me and then he looked at
Stacy. "Maybe three, I think."

Dinner seemed rather strained to me. Stacy smiled a lot and couldn't
seem to sit still. Neither could I really. My butt ached after the
monster fuck Stacy had given me a couple hours earlier and I struggled
to find a comfortable position. I wasn't too hungry, but my girlfriend
and especially my dad seemed to be just as hungry as they'd promised
they'd be. And of course, Dad kept us entertained with stories about
some of the girls he'd known as a young Marine captain in Bangkok.

"They call 'em lady boys over there," Dad chuckled. "Damn finest slope
pussy in the world too, long as you don't mind a little Sausage
McMuffin with your poon."

"Sausage McMuffin?" Stacy laughed and I just blinked at him.

"You'd probably be right at home in a place like that," Dad told me
with a wink and I looked down quickly. "Course a boy like Mattie here,
well...he just might be up there dancing on stage himself, huh?"

"Definitely!" Stacy agreed, leaning close as we sat side-by-side and
giving me a hug. "I don't think he'd like some itsy-bitsy Sausage
McThingy. Mattie likes his meat big, thick and juicy!"

"Hmph...So I understand," Dad nodded with a grunt. "Well, I always said
that boy takes after his mother and Lord knows she likes 'em big."

"W-What?" I blinked at him.

"I don't blame you none, Mattie," Dad sighed as Stacy smiled happily
back at the man. "At least you found yourself a prick with a girl
attached to it."

"Oh! You!" Stacy gasped and threw her napkin at him. "Be nice!"

"Heh!" Dad chuckled. "I am being nice, girly. You don't wanna see my
bad side, believe me."

"I don't believe you!" Stacy pouted, but not exactly playfully as she
hugged me tighter. "You're just being mean now, teasing Mattie like
this. Remember your promise, Jack."

"Don't you worry about that," he told her. "You got the word of a
Marine officer, but don't you forget yours..."

"Never," Stacy insisted as I looked between them in utter confusion.

"...or I'll drop World War Three on your sexy black ass," Dad continued,
"in a fuckin' heartbeat."

"Hmmm..." Stacy stared at him and my dad stared right back and I had the
sudden impression that maybe they weren't quite so friendly as I'd
thought they were. I just didn't know if that was good or bad, you
know?

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Lie down!" Stacy insisted as soon dinner had finished and we'd come
back to my bedroom.

"What was that all about?" I wondered, but Stacy was busy pushing me
onto my back.

"Don't move!" she breathed, tugging her skirt and then her thong down
her legs and kicking them off.

"What are you..." I started asking as she climbed onto the bed to join
me, but I soon found out as Stacy lowered her gorgeous butt over my
face.

"My ass is so sore!" she sighed. "Eat me, Mattie...Make me feel good,
baby."

"Mmmph!" I sort of tried to protest, but my tongue was already
reaching for Stacy's asshole. I found it raw and puffy, stretched and
loose enough that I could easily get the tip of my tongue inside her.
My nose was buried between her firm cheeks and Stacy's heavy balls
fell under my chin to rest on my neck as I stroked her thighs with my
hands.

I'd eaten her ass before and she hadn't tasted bad at all, but this
time Stacy had a different flavor. She was wet and sticky and after
only a few seconds my tongue found a blob of slimy cum as it trickled
out of her rectum. I'd suspected that my dad had fucked her. I mean,
it wasn't hard to figure out what had been going on with Stacy sitting
his lap, but I hadn't expected to be sucking my own father's cum out
of my girlfriend's ass! Didn't he use condoms?

I jerked at the realization of what I was tasting, struggling to get
away, but Stacy planted her butt even more firmly on my face and
leaned forward to press her hands down on my hips. She'd always been
bigger and stronger than me anyway, both physically and every other
way, so my revolt was short lived and I had no choice when a creamy
dollop of man cum fell out of Stacy's ass and into my open mouth.

"Ummm...Yeah, faggot! Eat that nasty cum!" she whispered, "Suck your
daddy's sperm out of me!"

Despite the cramps in my gut, the shame and guilt that filled my
confused mind, I did as she commanded. I swallowed thickly, feeling
the warm jism sliding down my throat, and then used my tongue to wash
Stacy's gaping anus and delve inside her musky hole. I found more
semen waiting for me, a lot more, and Stacy groaned and grunted softly
with the effort of pushing it out of her. I sucked noisily, slobbering
wetly and swallowing with loud, distinctive gulps. I relaxed and
stroked her soft, brown skin as she knelt happily over my flushed and
sweating face.

"Your daddy fucked me so good," she told me. "What a big dick! God! He
dumped a huge load in my ass too, didn't he?"

"Ummph hmph!" I agreed, feeling my own penis harden in my trousers. I
couldn't help it, I loved Stacy and even doing something so sick and
depraved as sucking my dad's cum out of her asshole couldn't cure me
of my desire for her. I loved her ass! I loved her cock and balls and
I loved being her faggot bitch. She owned me and this was just more
proof of that fact. I'd do anything Stacy told me to, anytime and
anywhere.

"He's going to leave you alone from now on," Stacy explained patiently
while I tried to fuck my tongue up her ass. "I know you were jealous,
but I had to do it, baby. For both of us, see?"

"Mmph?" I sorta shrugged and then sucked hard as a long, salty strand
of thick ball juice seeped from Stacy's puckered hole.

"I promised nobody would ever know you're a cocksucking fag," she
said. "And he promised you could suck and fuck my black dick anytime I
want you to."

"Ommph?" I wondered and Stacy giggled.

"Those pictures, remember?" She reached for the lump in my pants and
gave my penis a squeeze. "They weren't so I could blackmail you,
baby."

"Umph!" I swallowed a mouthful of cum and Stacy sighed, rolling her
hips and getting more comfortable as I started tonguing her again.

"I knew I wouldn't have any problems with a sexy pussy boy like you,"
she told me. "But a real man like Jack? I know guys like him and it's
always trouble. So I told him if he didn't play nice, a lot of people
were going to see what a black cock fag his precious little Mattie
really is."

"Ohhhmph!" I kind of didn't like the idea of anyone knowing what sort
of fag I really was and I prayed Stacy was teasing, but I didn't think
so.

"And of course I had to let him fuck me," she sighed airily. "He has
to be the man of the house, you know. And fucking me in the ass
doesn't make him queer, it only reassures him that I'm not a threat to
his manhood just because I'm fucking his son."

She kept talking like that for a while, possibly just to reassure
herself, but I actually believed most of what Stacy said. Plainly she
and my father had come to some sort of agreement and he knew she had a
cock, just like dad knew I loved to suck and fuck it. Ordinarily I'd
have expected him to kill me for that, but he seemed to be accepting
it for some reason. I could only hope that Stacy knew what she was
doing.

"Hmmm...Did you get it all?" Stacy asked me after a good half hour of
eating her ass. "Let me see..."

She lifted herself off my face and I finally took my first breath of
cool fresh air in a long time and I was grateful for it. Stacy reached
back with her hand and pushed her middle finger inside her asshole,
all the way too, and wriggled it around for a moment before pulling it
slowly back out. She looked at her finger for a moment and then pushed
it into my mouth for me to suck clean.

"Does it taste like cum?" she wondered and I shrugged.

"Umph ohmp," I said, sucking her finger and using my tongue just to be
sure I got it nice and clean. It did kinda taste like cum, but mostly
it tasted like her ass, I thought.

"I think you got most of it," she agreed and started getting off me.
"Go borrow your dad's car keys now. We're going to the clubhouse."

"The clubhouse?" I asked, sitting up slowly and stretching. I had sort
of a kink in my neck and I rubbed it gently.

"You'll see," she nodded. "And tell your dad not to wait up; I'm
keeping you all night."

"Uh..." I smiled nervously and eyed Stacy's swollen cock as it bobbed up
and down in front of her. She'd gotten a serious erection while I'd
been rimming her asshole and I licked my lips, which made Stacy
giggle.

"You can take care of this later," she told me. "Come on. Everyone's
waiting for us."

"They are?" I had no idea what Stacy meant and she didn't seem to want
to explain it.

"And if your dad gives you a hard time?" Stacy told me seriously. "Let
me know. I can handle him."

"Okay," I nodded, but I wasn't sure I totally believed that and the
last thing I wanted to do was face my dad after eating his cum from my
girlfriend's well-fucked ass...But what choice did I have?

None at all.


end
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