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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, reluctant, oral, anal, petting, size, interr, D/s,
humil, ws

Note: This is the last and thirteenth chapter and you should read the
first one first. Naturally! :)

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

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

by T.S. Severe



	DBTC XIII



"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.

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

"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.

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

"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.

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

"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.

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

"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.

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

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!

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

"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."

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

"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!

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

"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...

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

"...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!


end
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