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Changes in Heather
by Heather (heather_newlywed@yahoo.com)

***

Heather goes to a post-high school football game party 
one night without her boyfriend and meets Marcus, a 
highly prized college prospect who hits on her and 
discovers to his surprise, that sweet young Heather is 
turned on by flirting with her high school's black stud 
athlete. (MF-teens, intr)

***

The headlights from Heather MacAdams’ car cast long 
shadows along the pine trees lining the dark country 
road winding through the flat, furrowed fields of 
central Mississippi. Although the surroundings were 
lonely and deserted, the mood inside Heather’s large, 
white Cadillac Escalade was buoyant and upbeat. Heather 
and her friends, Natalie and Mary Catherine bounced 
silently in their seats as the CD player pumped heavy 
backbeats through the sound system, grooving to Gwen 
Stefani at a nearly ear-splitting volume.

"...cause I ain’t no Hollaback Gurrrrllll... 
Yeah, I ain’t no Hollaback Gurrrrllll..."

Only an hour or so earlier, the three girls had been 
cheering loudly at a high school football game, 
watching the Warriors win their sixth game of the 
season, Heather leading the crowd as a junior member of 
the cheerleading squad. After the game, they had piled 
into Heather’s dad’s car and sped out past the city 
limits to a ramshackle frame house in the country where 
custom dictated the kids from the school would gather 
to celebrate the team’s victory in a boozy haze of beer 
and occasionally, marijuana smoke.

Heather’s boyfriend, Brian would have normally been in 
the car with her, but tonight it was just the three 17-
year old girls in attendance. Brian played on the 
football team, but had begged off the party, telling 
Heather he and a few of his friends had planned a 
hunting trip in the morning. 

He told Heather he didn’t object to her going with her 
friends, as long as she agreed to be home at a decent 
hour. His placing limits on her activities after the 
game had given her a warm feeling, making her feel that 
Brian truly loved her and Heather felt lucky to be 
dating a boy who wasn’t overly possessive but who still 
felt concern for her.

Heather and Brian had started dating in the spring 
semester of last school year and the evolution of their 
relationship hadn’t gone unnoticed at school. In many 
regards, they were the "it" couple and Heather’s peers 
had gotten so used to referring to them together that 
they sometimes jokingly said "Brian-and-Heather" even 
when talking about them individually. Brian was tall, 
lanky and good-looking and was the object of dozens of 
schoolgirl crushes. 

Heather, petite, blonde and athletic was a perpetually 
smiling ball of activity at school, often described as 
"cute" by everyone familiar with her slim figure, 
surprisingly curvy for a young girl of 17. It was 
expected by everyone Heather would captain the 
cheerleading squad next year when she became a senior. 

Both teens came from good, upper middle class families, 
Brian’s dad was a local attorney and Heather’s father 
was a successful real estate developer who doted on his 
"princess" and didn’t hesitate to give her the keys to 
his massive white Escalade or cut her slack in missing 
a late night curfew occasionally.

Heather sped along the road, spitting dust and gravel 
as she rounded curves, music blaring. The house at 
which they would be partying was an old white frame 
house, paint peeling and windows darkened with years of 
dust and grime, but it was the regular Friday night 
party spot for all the kids at school. Somehow or 
another, a group of boys would finagle a keg of beer 
and the teens would gather to listen to music, drink 
and celebrate their team’s success and the exuberance 
of youth.

There were already 40 or 50 cars parked in a grassy 
field next to the house when Heather pulled in. The 
girls piled out, laughing and ran toward the party, 
Heather still dressed in her short, blue and white 
pleated skirt and sleeveless top, emblazoned with 
"Warriors" across the front. Her friends in jeans and 
t-shirts followed close behind.

"Hey, Heather," Whitney Brady called out. "Where’s your 
better half?"

"Home in bed," Heather replied. "Brian and his buddies 
are going hunting tomorrow, so I’m here by my little 
‘ol lonesome self." She gave Whitney, with whom she 
shared a second period science lab a hug as she 
approached. "Where’s the beer?"

"Over there," Whitney replied. "Help yourself."

The three girls weaved their way through the crowd of 
chattering teenagers, making their way to the keg. 
Heather and her friends never brought anything to drink 
to the parties they attended. Somehow, magically, for 
certain girls there was always alcohol provided. The 
girls were handed plastic cups filled with the cold, 
foamy drink and then huddled to check out the crowd.

"Any cute boys here?" Natalie whispered 
conspiratorially. "I need to find me a boyfriend."

Mary Catherine laughed with a look of mild shock on her 
face. "Ohmigod, Natalie," she said. "Why don’t you just 
stamp ‘available’ on your forehead?" In reality, 
Natalie had never had trouble finding boyfriends, only 
keeping them. She would date one boy for a month or two 
but then mysteriously break up with him. Heather and 
Mary Catherine teased her that it took that long for 
the boys to find out Natalie "wasn’t even close to 
being a virgin."

Barraged by a thumping backbeat, the girls watched the 
gathering of animated teenagers. Each of the school’s 
most obvious cliques had collected in groups large and 
small, smoking nonchalantly, drinking reflexively or 
gesturing wildly. There were jocks and preppies, 
druggies and rockers, brainiacs and pseudo-hipsters, 
all inhabiting the same space but all ignoring the 
presence of the others.

Natalie spotted the boy she called her "dream date", a 
tall, dark haired senior named Eric off to the side of 
a staircase at the back of the house and gushed. "God, 
there’s that stupid-shit Eric back in the back talking 
to all his gearhead buddies," she hissed. "I can’t 
believe he’s here tonight!"

"I thought you liked him?" Heather said.

"She DOES like him, Heather, you silly bitch!" Mary 
Catherine said, rolling her eyes. "She just calls him a 
stupid-shit because he hooks up with practically every 
girl at school except HER!"

Natalie stared hard at Eric, trying her best to will 
him to come over and talk to her, to no avail. "Damn, I 
can’t understand why he can’t see that I want to be the 
mother of his children," she said. "If I could just get 
him naked, he’d be mine forever." The girls laughed at 
Natalie’s plight. Even when guys from school called her 
day and night, she always fell hard for the one guy she 
couldn’t have. She always found indifference incredibly 
sexy.

Heather looped her arm in Natalie’s and pulled her to 
another part of the house, away from the object of her 
desire. The girls rounded a corner and found themselves 
at the opposite end of a hallway from a group of six 
black teenaged boys, all members of the football team. 
Towering above the group was 18-year old Marcus 
Williams, the school’s star linebacker and the athlete 
most coveted by local colleges.

"Oops, wrong turn," said Mary Catherine, beneath her 
breath.

"Oh, that’s Marcus," Heather said. "God, look at him! 
He’s a monster. Did you see him at the game tonight? 
Those guys from Ravenwood were scared to death of him!"

"I can see why," Natalie said in a low voice.

Heather laughed. "Listen to you two!" she said. "He’s 
really a sweetheart. He’s in my fifth period American 
History class and he’s absolutely a great guy! He’s 
friends with all the girls in the class." Heather 
lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Of course, it 
doesn’t hurt that he’s got a body like a Greek god..."

Heather’s girlfriends gasped and burst out laughing. 
"Heather! I can’t believe you!" Natalie giggled.

"What?"

Mary Catherine leaned forward. "I never figured you 
lusting after the black guys at school! Wait’ll Brian 
hears about this. You got ‘jungle fever’ or somethin’?"

"Yeah, Heather," Natalie chortled. "Next thing you 
know, you’ll be puttin’ spinners on the Escalade and 
dressin’ like a rapper’s ‘ho!"

"I heard when he transferred here from Memphis," Mary 
Catherine said. "The rumor was he had three kids from 
three different girls up there. He HAS to make it in 
the NFL ‘cause they’re all depending on him for child 
support!"

"You guys are such jerks," Heather laughed. Still, 
living in Mississippi she’d grown up with the racial 
divide between black students and white students at her 
school. Heather felt she’d always been on friendly 
terms with everyone at school, but had always limited 
her interaction with black students to friendly chit-
chat in class or in the hallways. To go much beyond 
that was to invite ostracism from her friends.

"I need another drink," Natalie said, draining her cup. 
"You girls comin’?"

"I’ll go with you," Mary Catherine said.

But Heather wasn’t interested in drinking much. "You 
guys go ahead," she said. "I’ll wait here for you."

Heather’s companions left the hallway to push their way 
through the crowd to the keg. Suddenly left without 
conversation partners, Heather leaned against the 
stairway banister and gazed out a window into the yard, 
where other teens gathered in clumps, talking and 
swaying to music. 

After a few minutes, Heather turned to see if Natalie 
and Mary Catherine were anywhere to be seen and she 
caught a glimpse of Marcus Williams looking in her 
direction down the hall. She caught his eye and he 
smiled, teeth glinting white in the soft light of the 
hallway. She smiled back and waived, mouthing the words 
"Hi, Marcus!"

After a few seconds, Heather turned back to the window, 
but when she looked down the hallway again, she saw 
Marcus still looking in her direction, smiling. She 
looked back over her shoulder to see if he was perhaps 
looking at someone behind her, but there was no one 
there. Marcus Williams was focused on Heather, looking, 
staring, smiling. 

A small shiver went through her and she blushed, 
looking down at the floor. When she looked back up, he 
was still watching her and Heather felt her face grow 
hot. What was he staring at? Was her bra strap showing 
or did she have something hanging from her nose? For a 
few moments, Heather was confused and began looking for 
her friends in the crowd again, thinking perhaps she 
should move to another area in the house.

But before she could move, she looked up to see Marcus 
slowly moving down the hallway towards her. Ohmigod, 
she thought, is he coming down here to talk to ME? 
Please, don’t let Natalie and Mary Catherine come back 
to find me talking to Marcus Williams! He was so tall, 
she thought his head would scrape the ceiling, 
shoulders swaying from side to side as he moved closer. 
Images of a black panther flashed through Heather’s 
mind as he approached.

"’Zup, Heather," Marcus said in a soft, low voice.

"Hey, Marcus," she replied. "Great game tonight. Man, 
those guys from Ravenwood looked like they were scared 
to death of you!"

He laughed. "Their quarterback WAS," he said. "I put 
him on his ass a couple times and his knees were 
shakin’ all night."

Heather laughed at his joke, but glanced around 
nervously to see if anyone was watching the two of them 
talking together. Only the remaining black football 
players at the end of the hall seemed to take notice. 

"Where’s my man, Brian tonight?"

"Home," she said. "He’s going hunting with his buddies 
early tomorrow morning, so he skipped out on the party 
tonight."

"Man, I got to have a talk with that boy about his 
priorities."

Heather blushed again, then laughed. "Yeah, I lose out 
again to the chance to kill small furry animals with 
guns." Marcus handed her a plastic cup filled with red 
juice in it. At first, Heather was confused, then 
slowly raised the cup and sipped. It was sweet with a 
tart flavor that burned as it went down. Heather 
coughed slightly but decided she liked whatever it was 
better than the beer from the keg.

He smiled as she coughed and when Heather recovered, 
the two chatted amiably about school, American 
Literature, the team’s chances of making the state 
football playoffs and the upcoming Christmas ball at 
school. Marcus said he hadn’t asked anyone to the dance 
yet and Heather teased him that getting a date 
shouldn’t be hard for him.

"It shouldn’t be," he said. "But it is."

Heather laughed. "C’mon, Marcus," she said. "You’re the 
biggest stud football player at school. I know two 
dozen girls who’d drop whatever they were doing at a 
heartbeat to go out on a date with you!"

"Yeah?" he said. "Like who?"

"Lotsa girls," Heather said. "You want me to find you a 
date for the dance? I’ll be happy to. What kinda girl 
you interested in, describe her to me."

He smiled. "Cute, nice body, good personality, likes to 
laugh," Marcus said. He looked into Heather’s eyes and 
continued. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous smile, 
long legs, full sexy lips and a tight, little ass that 
looks great in a cheerleader’s uniform," he said, 
smiling. "Kinda like you, Heather."

Heather blushed deeply, stammering. "M-Marcus," she 
said. "You shouldn’t say that. Somebody will think 
you’re hitting on me!" She looked up at him, again 
noticing his broad smile. I can’t believe he’s doing 
this, Heather thought. I wonder if somebody put him up 
to this? Or told him Brian and I are breaking up?

"I don’t give a damn what anybody thinks," Marcus said. 
"I just care what YOU think, Heather."

"Marcus, I can’t go on a date with you! What would 
Brian say?"

"This ain’t about Brian, Heather," he said. "This is 
about you and me. C’mon, why don’t you give me a ride 
home in that big-ass Escalade of your daddy’s and we 
can talk about this? I’m ready to get the hell outta 
here."

Heather slid past Marcus and started to move away, into 
the crowd. "I can’t, Marcus. I’m here with my 
girlfriends, I’ve got to go find them!"

Shaking, Heather moved into the crowd and in a few 
minutes found Natalie and Mary Catherine. "I saw you 
over in the corner talking with your new boyfriend," 
Natalie joked. "When’s the wedding?"

"Oh, shut up," Heather said. "Like I said, he’s a nice 
guy who was in my Am Lit class. We were talking about 
school!"

"Then why’d you bolt away from him like a scared 
rabbit?" said Mary Catherine.

For the next half hour, the three girls mingled with 
the crowd, mixing easily, always finding someone 
interested in conversation, but periodically, Heather 
would glance over at the black guys huddled by the 
stairway and there would be Marcus, watching her. Once, 
he hooked two of his fingers together and mouthed the 
words "you and me", but he never approached her.

Still, Heather was drawn to look in his direction from 
time to time. He stood there in baggy jeans and a loose 
fitting black, short-sleeved shirt, but the clothes 
couldn’t hide the definition in his muscles. His arms 
were thick and sinewy, and his chest bulged under his 
shirt. 

Heather thought she’d read where Marcus stood about 
6’3" or 6’4" and weighed about 215lbs. Looking at him 
tonight made her wonder if those statistics had shorted 
him a bit. She’d looked over once to see him facing 
away and his firm, round ass had made her catch her 
breath. Where Brian was cute and soft, Marcus was 
gorgeous and hard, hard, hard. 

She wondered what it might be like to be alone with 
Marcus. He was cocky in a cute sort of way, but she 
wasn’t sure if he might try to take advantage of the 
situation. It would be a risk, of course. If Brian 
found out, he’d hit the roof and her dad’s reaction 
would be even worse. Still, the curiosity of it all 
lingered in her mind. 

What would it be like to run her hands up and down his 
rock solid arms? Would kissing a black guy feel 
different? Would she be able to push him away if he got 
too aggressive? Surely he wouldn’t push too far. After 
all, she was the daughter of one of the best families 
in town and he wouldn’t want to do anything to 
jeopardize a college football scholarship, would he?

Heather quickly scanned the crowd and found Natalie and 
Mary Catherine. 

"Hey, I don’t feel so great," Heather said. "I think 
I’m gonna blow outta here. You think you guys can find 
a ride home?"

They looked at here quizzically. "Aw, honey I’m sorry," 
Natalie said. "You want one of us to go with you?"

Heather smiled. "No, that’s okay," she said. "Why don’t 
you go over and tell Eric I bolted without you? That 
way you can make him give you a ride home."

Natalie’s eyes brightened. "God, I love the way your 
mind works!"


Heather lost herself in the crowd and quietly emerged 
in the hallway near the black football players, 
motioning to Marcus to move closer, out of earshot of 
his friends.

"You still need a ride home?" she said.

A broad smile washed over his face. "My Escalade’s 
parked out near the road," she whispered. "Wait five 
minutes after I leave and I’ll meet you out there."

Classmates called "bye, Heather" as she walked out of 
the house and down the creaking front stairs. Heather’s 
skin was tingling and she felt as if she were floating 
on air, full of anticipation but worried about the 
danger of being discovered, especially by those who 
would be only too anxious to tell her boyfriend.

She unlocked and climbed into the Escalade, feeling the 
coolness of the leather seats against her skin. Laying 
back and closing her eyes, Heather waited, wondering if 
Marcus would come.

She was startled by the passenger door opening and 
looked over to see the broad, hulking figure of Marcus 
climbing into the seat beside her. 

"You ready to roll?" he asked.

Heather laughed and turned the key in the ignition. 
Pulling the car into gear, the rear tires spit dust and 
gravel as she pulled onto the county road, the sound of 
music from the party growing fainter in the distance.

"Turn right," Marcus instructed.

As the car accelerated, Marcus reached into the back 
pocked of his jeans and pulled out a CD, popping it 
into the stereo. Immediately, the car’s speakers 
started vibrating as a heavy bass beat began flooding 
the compartment. A barely understandable emcee began 
rapping and Heather felt the seats begin to pulse. She 
giggled to think it was probably the first time rap had 
ever been played in her dad’s car.


"C’mon, baby don’t be shy..
I see that look in ‘yo eye..
You know it’s gettin’ serious
‘yo body’s awful curious..
‘ya talk about it with ya girlfriendz..
but, you don’t share it with ya boyfriend..
ain’t satisfied with anotha..
‘till y’all get naked with a brotha..
ya wanna find out if they bigga.. 
‘yo pussy pounded by the niggaz.. 
y’all be naked and ridin’
feel me slippin’ and slidin’
‘yo legs spread wide like a little ‘ho
I see the look on ‘yo face, ya start ta glow
Ya say ‘ooh, baby, I’m getting’ close!
I smile, realizin’ you another one of my ‘ho’s
I wonda what Daddy’d say if he knew what this big 
nasty, black man is doing to his little princess..."

Marcus directed Heather through several turns, but with 
each change of direction the surroundings became more 
and more unfamiliar. After ten minutes, Heather began 
to suspect something.

"Marcus," she said, looking over to see that familiar 
smile. "Aren’t we going away from town instead of 
getting closer?"

Marcus started laughing, quickly covering his mouth. 
"Damn, girl," he said. "I think you right!"

Heather put on the brakes and the hulking SUV skidded 
to a stop. She turned in her seat to look at him with 
an angry stare, but after a few seconds both teens 
burst into laughter. "God," Heather said. "I’m such an 
idiot!" Moments later the laughter subsided, Heather 
and Marcus staring at each other in silence. 

Ever since he had spotted her at the party, their 
playful teasing had been building to this, the sexual 
tension between the two of them slowly rising. Heather 
was aware there was some kind of electricity between 
them, although she wasn’t sure where it would lead, yet 
she did nothing to stop it. She wondered if she had 
indeed put herself in this position, alone with him, in 
order to fuel the fire she felt. First, she felt she 
had to test it.

"Marcus," she whispered. "I have a boyfriend."

"It’s okay," he said, moving closer. "This is just a 
you-and-me thing."

He lifted his hand to caress her cheek, feeling the 
softness of her skin. "If anybody finds out about my 
being alone with you, we’ll both be in a lot of 
trouble." Heather said.

"Don’t worry ‘bout nobody else," he whispered. "I know 
you want this as bad as I do."

Heather caught her breath as Marcus leaned forward to 
kiss her, his hands grasping her bare arms. She went 
limp, letting him press himself forward, feeling the 
warmth of his lips and the scratchiness of his chin. 
She didn’t resist him, instead letting his lips wander 
over her cheeks and neck, listening to herself exhale 
as he moved to kiss her ear. She shivered as the tip of 
his tongue darted out, into her ear and he felt the 
gooseflesh on her arms.

"Marcus, what are we doing?" she whispered.

She felt his hot breath on her ear. "We doin’ what we 
wanna do," he said. "C’mon, girl, tell me how much you 
wanna do this." He pulled back and looked at her, 
holding her face in both hands. "C’mon, you been 
thinkin’ ‘bout this all night. You gotta tell me you 
want it." Again, he smiled that "ladykiller" smile of 
his, looking deep into her eyes. That smile, Heather 
thought, that smile gets me every time, if he ever 
finds out that all he has to do is smile and I’ll come 
running, I’m in trouble.

"Shut up," Heather said, smiling as she pushed him back 
into his seat, climbing on top of his lap. "If you ever 
tell anybody about this, I’ll have your ass!" She 
reached down and pulled the lever beside the seat, 
pushing it back into a reclining position as he 
grinned. 

Straddling him, Heather reached down and began 
unbuttoning Marcus’ shirt, slowly revealing a thickly 
muscled chest and his sharply defined abdomen. She 
heard herself exhale as she laid open his shirt and 
looked at his sculpted torso, running her hands over 
him, feeling his hard body.

"Damn," she said. "You are as fine as I thought you’d 
be." Heather leaned forward to lay on his chest, 
kissing him deeply, their tongues swirling around each 
other’s. In the background, she could hear the rapper 
bragging:

"L’il white bitchez like you, be hangin wit me all the 
time
‘ya boyfriend won’t give it like you want it, so you 
wantin’ mine
I hear you say ‘I need a brotha to get my freak on’
Well, hang on princess...I’ll ride you ‘till its dawn!"

Heather felt Marcus’ massive hands kneading the cheeks 
of her ass. She whimpered softly as they kissed, then 
she felt his hands sliding up her back until they 
reached the back of her neck. Gently, he grasped the 
zipper running down the back of her cheerleading 
uniform and started pulling slowly downward. 

She didn’t protest as she felt the cool night air 
against the bare skin of her back, then felt him gently 
pulling her top forward, off her shoulders. 
Instinctively, Heather lifted her body, shrugging out 
of her top. She watched as Marcus lowered his hands to 
her side, then slowly moved upward, caressing her 
breasts through her bra. She tilted her head back and 
moaned, her breathing growing more rapid as played with 
her breasts.

He reached down into her cleavage and with one hand 
quickly unsnapped the French cut bra. She shuddered as 
he pulled the bra apart, revealing her breasts and felt 
him slide the garment down her arms, letting it fall to 
the floor. 

Heather’s breasts weren’t large, but they were full and 
round, with dark red nipples that protruded stiffly as 
she became excited. She was aware of the boys at school 
watching her when she wore t-shirts or tank tops, but 
was even more aware of how sensitive her nipples became 
when touched, either by herself or on those rare 
occasions when she let Brian touch her.

Heather wanted desperately to feel Marcus’ tongue on 
her breasts and she leaned forward to bring them closer 
to his mouth. He licked and sucked feverishly and she 
could feel him begin to harden beneath her. She lowered 
her head and began to kiss the top of his, feeling the 
bristles of his hair against her lips, her shoulder-
length blonde hair cascading down around him.

Using the same dexterity with which he’d removed her 
top, Marcus now reached for the zipper of her pleated 
skirt, sliding it down until it was loose, then lifting 
it up her torso. Heather raised her hands over her head 
to allow him to lift it off her and he tossed it into 
the back seat. He grabbed the side of the blue shorts 
she wore under her cheerleader’s skirt and began to 
pull them apart. 

"Marcus, no!" she whispered, but he wasn’t listening. 
In seconds he pulled the fabric apart, shredding her 
shorts and tossing them aside. It took even less time 
for him to pull apart the white lycra thong panties she 
wore under the shorts. In less than a minute, Heather 
was completely naked, the pungent musk of her sex 
filling the compartment, sitting astride this massive, 
muscular black Adonis, waiting for the inevitable.

Again, he smiled at her. "Yeah, you know what comes 
next, don’t you Princess?"

"Uh-huh."

"You been wantin’ that all night, ain’t ya?"

"Uh-huh."

"Tell me how much you want it."

"Please, Marcus," Heather said. "Please don’t make me 
talk like that."

"Yeah, you gonna say it, ain’t ya?"

"Don’t you have what you want?" she asked. "I mean, 
wasn’t it your plan to get me out of my clothes 
tonight?"

He laughed. "Oh no! That ain’t the half of it!"

"Please, Marcus!" she whined. "This is soooo 
embarrassing!"

He laughed again. "C’mon, Princess," he said. "If you 
gonna git what you want, you gotta gimme what I want!"

She hesitated, groping for the words that would please 
him. "Please, baby!" she whispered in a low voice. "I-I 
want your cock in me!"

"Yeah, that’s it... keep goin’!"

Heather looked down, ashamed, blonde hair framing her 
face. She closed her eyes tightly and frowned as she 
started talking in a quavering voice that exploded in 
profanity.

"I-I want you to FUCK ME!!"

"Keep goin’."

"I want you to shove that big, gorgeous monster cock of 
yours deep in my pussy and pump it in and out until I 
beg for mercy..."

"Yeah, yeah... that’s it!"

"I want you to treat me like the horny, little white 
bitch I am," Heather continued, looking directly into 
his eyes. She was becoming bolder now, getting into 
their little game. She no longer seemed ashamed, but 
was now brazen, shaking her hair back and rotating her 
hips on his crotch. 

As she spoke, her attitude changed, becoming more 
aggressive, even taunting. "You like white pussy, don’t 
you, baby?" she hissed. "You like taking a sweet, 
innocent little cheerleader and fucking her with that 
great big, nasty black cock of yours until she turns 
into your own personal slut, don’t you?"

Marcus suddenly sprang from his seat, pivoting around 
Heather until he was behind her, pushing her down onto 
the reclined seat, his hand pressing against the back 
of her neck. She heard him fumbling with his belt and 
pants, pushing them lower and lower, freeing his 
entrapped cock. 

Heather looked over her shoulder to see his fully rigid 
penis, so large it cast a shadow in the dashboard 
light. Then, she felt Marcus reposition it between her 
legs and she felt herself riding this massive rocket, 
its length reaching halfway up her abdomen. She reached 
down to touch his hot flesh, pressing its length back 
against her until the shaft slid between the lips of 
her pussy and rubbed her throbbing clit.

"Oh, god," she gasped. "I can’t... Marcus, I can’t! 
You’ll rip my insides apart!"

"No backin’ out now, Princess! I’m gonna blast a full 
load way up in that precious white pussy of yours!"

He pulled back and Heather felt his massive cockhead 
pressing against her vulva, poised and waiting to 
enter. But he didn’t enter her, instead continuing to 
rub against her with his penis. She began laughing as 
she braced her arms against the back of the seat, 
waiting to be entered.

"Ohmigod, that’s incredible!" she gasped. "C’mon, you 
black bastard, quit teasin’ me with and stick it in! Go 
ahead and fuck me! FUCK ME RIGHT NOW!!"

Still, he denied her, continuing to rub his cock 
against her clit, laughing. "Nah, ain’t ready yet."

Now, Heather’s voice turned high-pitched and little 
girlish as she begged for relief from the delicious 
torture of his teasing. "Baby, please....don’t make me 
beg you to fuck me," she whined. "I swear I’m gonna die 
if you don’t let me ride that gorgeous cock of yours! 
I’ve never acted this way with another boy... I don’t 
do this for ANYBODY but you, baby! I’ve wanted you from 
the first time I laid eyes on you at school.... and 
just dreamed about the day I was gonna get you in my 
pussy... AHHHHHHH!!!!"

Heather howled as he entered her, her scream turning 
into a low, guttural moan as first the head, then the 
thick shaft plunged deeper and deeper into her lithe, 
young body. She was not a virgin. Heather and Brian had 
been intimate twice before, but it was nothing like 
this, primal and animalistic, like a rutting carnivore 
with his soft, meek prey.

Once the length of his shaft had been moistened by her 
sopping pussy, he withdrew to the cockhead and began 
rhythmically thrusting into her. Words spilled out of 
her between gasps.

"Oh... god... so... good... so...fucking...gooood!" she 
said. "Never... had....cock.... like... yours.. baby! 
Marcus.. you’re my...daddy....now..."

He sneered as he roughly violated her pussy. "Yeah, you 
my bitch now, ain’t cha?"

Heather gathered her breath. "Oh, yeah, baby.." she 
said. "You own my pussy, now. Any time you want...any 
way you want it. I’m gonna give it up to you every day, 
if you want!"

"Got that right!" he laughed. "You got to tell that 
puny-ass white boy you seein’ to get the fuck out, 
‘cause you a nigga bitch now!"

Their sex talk was suddenly interrupted by a noise. 
Marcus quickly turned down the CD player and it took a 
few seconds for Heather to realize her cell phone was 
ringing. Marcus remained inside her but momentarily 
stopped his thrusting as she reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

"Heather, do you know what time it is? Are you on your 
way home?" The unmistakable voice of Heather’s father 
came thundering through the cell phone.

"Oh, hi, Daddy!" Heather chirped. Marcus was shocked by 
the sudden change of tone in her voice. Nothing she 
said betrayed the fact that while she was portraying 
the sound of a happy teenager to her father, Heather 
MacAdams was at the moment naked and bent over the 
front seat of her father’s Escalade getting her pussy 
pummeled by a cock belonging to the biggest, strongest 
black stud in a six county region of Mississippi. 
Marcus told himself right then that come hell or high 
water, he was going to fuck this little bitch again and 
he didn’t care who found out. It was too good to be a 
one-time thing.

Heather told her father she had dropped off Natalie and 
stopped in for a Coke before heading home. She assured 
him she was alright and would return as soon as 
possible. She promised she would be home soon and said 
goodbye with a cheerful "Night, Daddy!" But as she 
turned off the phone, she turned to look at Marcus over 
her shoulder.

"God, you nearly gave me an orgasm when I was on the 
phone with my DAD!" she laughed. "C’mon stud, you got 
to finish me off while I’m still wet! I wanna feel your 
big, hot load deep in my pussy!"

"Hope you on the pill, bitch," he said. "’Cause I’m 
gonna knock your ass UP!!"

Heather braced her arms again and Marcus continued 
thrusting into her, this time more forcefully until the 
vehicle began shaking with the force of his merciless 
pounding. Heather grunted as his balls slapped against 
her with each stroke and Marcus could see her skin 
getting redder and her face more flushed with each 
push. She was getting close to orgasm, really close. 
Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip.

"Unh... unh... unh," she grunted. "Ohmigod, Marcus... 
you’re gonna send me over the edge..!"

Marcus placed his hands on her hips and kept up his 
steady, rhythmic pounding. He suddenly felt her body go 
rigid as a high pitched squeal rose from her throat. 
She relaxed as he slowed his pace, but kept pushing. 
She seemed paralyzed by her orgasm and he felt the warm 
wetness around his cock as her pussy flooded with 
wetness. A few moments later, he noticed her breathing 
getting rapid again and felt her start to ever-so-
slightly push back against him. He smiled as she 
started to moan. He smiled as he realized she was 
getting off again.

"Ohhhhh!" she purred, grinning broadly. "God, I can’t 
believe you’re gonna do this to me again!"

He leaned forward, pressing himself against her back, 
never missing a stroke in the process. Placing his head 
next to hers, he began whispering in Heather’s ear.

"Mmmm, you like this, don’t ya, baby?"

"Uh-huh."

"You want it deep up in ya, don’t ya?"

"Yeah."

"You gonna be my bitch, ain’t ya, baby?"

"Yessssss!"

"We gon’ do this again and again and again..."

"Oh, yes, Marcus!!"

"Monday, after football practice... you gonna pick me 
up and gimme a ride home, ain’t cha, baby?"

"But... my friends might see me! They’ll get 
suspicious! They might tell Brian!"

He laughed. "I don’t give a shit! You know you gonna 
make it happen, don’t ya?"

"Ohmigod!....okay, okay... I’ll figure out 
something..."

"Good girl.... cause when you drop me off, you comin’ 
inside my house for some fun, ain’t ya?"

"Marcus! If anybody sees me my reputation’ll be 
RUINED!"

"That’s okay....you’ll be getting’ what you want..."

Slowly, Heather felt the orgasm building inside her. 
She always got what she wanted, she was getting it 
right now and she had never felt anything with such 
intensity in her entire life. Her second orgasm forced 
her body to go rigid again, then collapse under the 
weight of Marcus’ body and her brain flooded with 
pleasure. The few times she had sex with Brian it had 
been painful and not all that pleasurable. This was 
different. This was unlike anything she’d ever felt 
before.

Seconds later, Marcus groaned and she felt his warm 
stickiness filling her insides, pulsing up into her, 
flooding her tingling pussy with his semen. It seemed 
like his penis kept pumping forever, spilling spurt 
after spurt of his musky white ejaculate deep into her 
body, then dripping down the inside of her thighs. As 
she relaxed, she felt him clinging tight to her, his 
hard body pressing against her as his breathing softly 
slowed. She tilted her head back and leaned up to kiss 
him, and he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.

They kissed for a long time and Heather felt him begin 
to soften and contract, but even semi-erect he 
completely filled her. When he finally pulled out of 
her, Heather could feel the wet stickiness on her 
thighs turn cold and as he rolled off of her, she 
turned over on her back and lay on the seat, still 
hyperventilating, eyes closed.

"Damn," she said. "That sure was beyond anything I’ve 
ever felt..."

They both sat back in the leather seats, neither one 
saying a word, the music from the CD playing faintly in 
the background. Heather heard Marcus beginning to move 
and she opened her eyes to see him straddling her, 
reaching down to cup one hand behind her head. She was 
caught off guard as he began pulling her face closer to 
his semi-erect penis.

"C’mere, baby," he whispered. "I want you to take this 
in your mouth..."

Heather was confused. What was it he wanted? Oral sex 
after intercourse? She wasn’t sure if she should resist 
his request or not.

He looked down at her. "You got to clean up the mess 
you made, girl..."

As he drew closer, Heather inhaled the scent of his 
cologne mixing with the musky smell of his sex. 
Obediently, she reached up, took him in both hands and 
guided him into her mouth. The salty, bitter taste that 
resulted from their lovemaking filled her mouth and 
although she expected to be repulsed, she was not. 
Licking and sucking gently, she swallowed the sticky 
coating that covered his cock and when she pulled it 
out of her mouth, it glistened with her saliva.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, 
looking up to watch his reaction. As he stared at her 
intently, she smiled and winked.

"Will you teach me how to be a really good little 
cocksucker?" she asked.

"Princess, I think you got skills you ain’t even used 
yet," he said. "You just need the right man to bring 
‘em out of you."

He reached down and began gathering his clothes, 
pulling on his boxers and jeans, then his shirt. 
Heather gathered what was left of her cheerleading 
uniform and quickly discovered that although her 
pleated skirt and top were still intact, her thong 
panties and cover-up shorts were unwearable. If she was 
able to sneak back into her house without being spotted 
by her parents, she would be doing it without anything 
under her skirt.

Heather started the Escalade and pulled forward in a 
hail of dust and gravel. She quickly found the county 
road leading back into town and in a few minutes was 
pulling down a sidestreet into the neighborhood where 
Marcus lived, a long stretch of shotgun shacks with 
peeling paint and wooden porches lined with old 
couches, refrigerators and kitchen chairs. Even at 1 
a.m. on a Saturday morning, the street was surprisingly 
full of people and they stared at the unique site of 
the giant Escalade slowly moving down the street.

"Do you want me to drop you off at your house?" she 
asked.

"Nah, keep goin’," he said. "My uncle owns a drive-in 
liquor store down on the corner. Drop me off there."

As she pulled to the end of the street, she rounded a 
corner to see the bright lights of the liquor store. In 
front of the store was a large, unpaved parking lot 
filled with cars. Heather gasped as she saw what 
appeared to be a crowd of 75-100 black people, nearly 
all of them men, crowding the parking lot, laughing and 
joking, many of them drinking from containers covered 
by brown paper bags.

"Marcus!" Heather gasped. "I can’t pull in here! 
Practically the whole town’ll see me droppin’ you off!"

"Don’t worry," he laughed. "They won’t say nothin’ 
without my say-so."

Heather slowly pulled into the parking lot and felt a 
chill as hundreds of eyes stared at her. Marcus 
casually told her to wait a second, got out and walked 
around to the driver’s door. Heather rolled down the 
automatic window.

"I really enjoyed being with you, Marcus," Heather 
said.

"Me, too," he said. "I want you to do something for me, 
though."

"What?"

"I want you to get out here and give me a hug and a 
kiss goodnight."

She hesitated. "I can’t do that!"

"Yes, you can."

"Marcus, I’m barely dressed!" she protested. "Besides, 
I look like something the cat drug in and I’m not ready 
to advertise to the whole town that I dropped you off 
at 1 a.m. looking like I just had sex with you!"

"I told you," he said. "Nobody in this neighborhood’s 
gonna talk about anything I do without my say-so! They 
all scared of me ‘cause they know I can kick they ass. 
Now, get out here and gimme my goodnight kiss, girl!"

Hands shaking, Heather opened the door and slid out, 
careful not to jump down lest she expose herself to the 
crowd. As she emerged she heard a few remarks from the 
crowd, but couldn’t tell who said them.

"Damn, girl!"

"Yeah, y’all know what THEY been up to!"

She looked at Marcus, their eyes locked on one another. 
For a few moments, Heather was able to block out the 
rest of the world and she stopped caring what anyone 
else might think about what she was doing. She only 
cared what Marcus thought. Her arms reached up and 
wrapped around Marcus’ neck as he pulled her close to 
him. As he leaned down to kiss her, a murmur rippled 
through the crowd.

Their kiss lingered, longingly, tenderly, Marcus gently 
rolling his head back and forth as his tongue probed 
her mouth. The catcalls from the crowd grew louder.

"She be wantin’ THAT!"

"Girl, he musta give it to you GOOD to be thankin’ him 
like THAT!"

Heather ignored them as she continued kissing Marcus, 
pressing her body tightly against him as she held on to 
his neck. She didn’t notice as his hands sliding slowly 
down her back, lingering briefly, then down to her ass. 
Gently, he reached for the hem of her pleated blue and 
white cheerleader’s skirt and slowly lifted it, inch by 
inch until Heather’s firm, white bottom was exposed, 
visible to the gazes of the drunken crowd. Heather was 
oblivious until she felt the cool night air against her 
soft skin. She paused briefly while kissing him, then 
smiled and resumed. In the end, she didn’t care. It 
didn’t matter who saw her bare ass as long as they 
understood. She was Marcus’ bitch now.

***

Heather drove home that night, the entire lower half of 
her body tingling from her experience with Marcus. She 
slept late on Saturday and for much of the rest of the 
weekend she stayed in her room, lying on the bed 
staring at the ceiling or out the window. Her mother 
thought she might be ill, but didn’t ask, thinking 
sometimes teenagers are simply moody and need to be 
left alone.

Monday morning, Heather dressed for school and drove 
away from the house in the white Escalade like usual. 
She wondered what it would be like when she saw Marcus 
for the first time after their time together, how they 
would react to each other. She went to her classes and 
chatted with her friends like she always did. She sat 
with Natalie and Mary Catherine at lunch in the 
cafeteria and although they asked her if she was 
feeling better, no one queried her about what she’d 
done or where she might have gone after the party. 
After lunch she was walking back to her locker when she 
passed Brian in the hallway.

"Hey, babe, what’s up?" Brian said as he drew closer. 
"How was the party Friday night?"

Heather smiled and opened her locker. "Not bad," she 
said. "But I had a headache and left early. Nat and M-
Cat went with me, but they had to find their own rides 
home. How was the hunting trip?"

"Not bad. We bagged a lot of doves. Got a little drunk. 
Nothing serious."

Heather rolled her eyes. "You boys. I have no idea what 
you all do when you’re out there in the woods..."

Brian laughed. "You don’t know... and you don’t want to 
know. See you after school?"

She hesitated. "Uh... not today. I’ve got a report due 
and need to spend sometime doing research."

He kissed the top of her head and wandered off down the 
hall. Heather turned her face to the locker and 
wondered if anyone could see her blushing right now. 
She closed the locker and walked quickly to the wing of 
the school housing the industrial arts classes. When 
the bell rang, she stood and watch the line of 
students, nearly all boys, file in for the first class 
period after lunch. Trailing the end of the line was 
Marcus, who smiled broadly when he saw her waiting for 
him, nervously watching both ends of the hall in case 
she was spotted by her girlfriends.

" ‘Zup, girl," he said as he approached. 

"Hey!" she replied, cheerily. "Uh... am I... like... 
supposed to meet up with you after school... or 
something?"

"Yeah, that’s the plan," he said. "...if you up for 
it."

"I’ve got cheerleading practice, but that should be 
over before football practice ends. Where do you want 
me to wait for you?"

"How ‘bout right outside the stadium?"

She frowned. "Ohmigod, Marcus, get real! I can’t wait 
for you someplace that obvious!" Pausing, she thought 
to herself, then her face brightened. "Okay... I’ve got 
it... there’s a gas station over on 4th Street behind 
the stadium. It’s got an alley behind it. I’ll wait for 
you there." She handed him a slip of paper with her 
cell phone number on it. "Call me if you’re not coming 
or if you’re gonna be late, okay?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll be there right on time."

Heather daydreamed through the rest of her classes and 
when the bell rang for the last class period of the 
day, she headed for her locker, picked up her gym bag 
and went to the girl’s locker room to change for 
cheerleading practice. She mustered her usual 
enthusiasm for all the routines, but her mind wandered. 

She hardly noticed that the squad’s faculty advisor 
Mrs. Mattioli had brought a guest to watch the girls 
practice their jumps, flips and pyramids. The guest, a 
well dressed woman in her 30’s sat on the bleachers 
during practice and said nothing, not even interacting 
with Mrs. Mattioli. She did take notes however and when 
practice ended an hour later, Mrs. Mattioli called 
Heather over to introduce her to the stranger.

She told Heather her name was Sherene DuBois and she 
was the cheerleading coach at Ole Miss.

"I’ve been watching you girls practice," Sherene said. 
"You’re very athletic and very talented, Heather."

"Thanks."

"Have you given much thought to cheering on the college 
level?"

"Well, I haven’t thought much about college yet," 
Heather said. "I’m just a junior, but I’d love to cheer 
on the college level... especially at some place like 
Ole Miss." 

Sherene smiled. "Well, that’s a realistic possibility 
if you keep making progress. I’m going to stop in and 
check on you from time to time to see how you’re 
doing... making sure you stay in shape and don’t get 
too flabby..." She laughed as she placed a hand on 
Heather’s shoulder. "I don’t think there’s much danger 
of that, though."

Heather laughed as well. "As long as I stay away from 
the French fries."

"Just remember, Heather," Sherene said. "At Ole Miss, 
we provide scholarships for cheerleading. That’s means 
if you keep getting better, you could wind up with a 
free education at a very prestigious school."

Heather took a deep breath. "Yeah, I know that. That’d 
be absolutely a dream come true! Especially for my 
dad!"

They laughed and exchanged pleasantries before heading 
in different directions. Heather walked back to the 
girls’ locker room and changed back into her street 
clothes, a denim skirt with a cotton top under a red 
sweater. She didn’t chat with any of the other girls, 
but dressed quickly and walked to her car. She looked 
around to see if she’d been spotted by anyone she knew. 
Man, she thought, this thing with Marcus is making me 
paranoid.

She drove out of the school parking lot and quickly 
traveled the four blocks to the gas station. Pulling 
into the alley, she stopped the car and waited, 
listening to the radio. She hoped no one spotted her 
and asked her what she was doing there, sitting 
silently. Once or twice a pedestrian walked past the 
alley on the street and looked her way, but each time 
she ducked her head so they couldn’t see her face. 

Time passed slowly as she waited for Marcus. 15 minutes 
turned into 20, then 30, then 45. She was rapidly 
growing frustrated when she saw his tall, muscular 
frame at the entrance to the alley. He walked slowly 
down the alley in that familiar loping stride of his, 
broad shoulders swaying. Even from a block away, 
Heather could see that ‘ladykiller’ smile and it sent 
shivers down her spine. When he got closer to the car, 
he opened the door and climbed in.

"Well, it’s about damn time!" she said with mock 
indignation. "How much longer did you expect me to wait 
for you?"

"I knew you’d be here," he said. "You my girl."

She started the car. "Where to?"

"Head for the ‘hood," he said. "Go on back to that 
liquor store we was at last Friday."

"God," Heather said. "We’re not gonna have a repeat of 
THAT, are we?"

Marcus laughed. "Nah, we just gonna park your car in 
the alley behind the store. That way it won’t cause 
suspicion, my uncle can watch it and we can’t walk to 
my house."

In a few minutes, Heather had made her way to the 
street corner where she and Marcus had brazenly kissed 
in public and she had flashed her bare ass only two 
nights before. She hoped they wouldn’t run into anyone 
who was there that night, but admitted to herself she 
wouldn’t be able to recognize anyone who watched their 
encounter anyway. She pulled the big, white SUV into 
the narrow alley and parked.

Heather grabbed her purse and started down the alley 
with Marcus. As they emerged onto the street, he placed 
his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. He 
wants people in this neighborhood to see us, she 
thought, he wants everyone to know we’re a couple.

"How far do you live?" she asked.

"Couple houses down."

They stopped in front of a peeling, shotgun frame house 
and walked up the sidewalk to the creaking wooden 
steps. Pulling back the screen door, they entered a 
small, dark living room with bare floors and a frayed 
couch and easy chair.

"Have a seat."

Heather sat on the couch. "Is your family home?"

"Nah, my mom works late shift. So does my sister," he 
said. "’Sides, we ain’t gonna hang here. We just 
stoppin’ here before we walk down to my friend’s 
house."

"Oh, okay."

"I figured you’d need a place to change clothes 
anyway."

"Change clothes?"

"Yeah, my friend don’t like girls comin’ to his crib 
all casual and shit," Marcus said. "He likes girls to 
dress up and stuff."

"But, Marcus," Heather said. "I didn’t bring a change 
of clothes! What I’ve got on is all I’ve got!"

"That’s okay," he said. "I’ll give you something of my 
sister’s to wear. She’s got a lot of dresses."

"Marcus, I don’t know..." she said. "Did you ask your 
sister if I could wear something of hers? Girls don’t 
usually like sharing their clothes with other girls 
they don’t even KNOW!"

"It’s aight."

"Well, should I look for something?"

"Nah, that’s okay," he said. "I’ll get something for 
you." He walked down the hall to his sister’s bedroom. 
Heather could hear the sound of hangers scraping and 
clothes rustling. After a few minutes, she heard Marcus 
call her. "C’mere, girl!"

She walked down the hall to the dimly lit room. The 
furniture was old and shabby, like the living room, but 
it was obviously decorated with a girl’s touch. The bed 
and dresser were cheap white French provincial and the 
walls were decorated with posters of rappers and R&B 
groups. On a shelf sat a trio of basketball trophies. 
He handed her a hanger with a shrunken mini-dress of 
electric blue. It was made of some kind of stretchy 
material, either spandex or lycra. Heather gasped.

"Marcus, this is something a girl’d wear to a club or 
something," she said. "I can’t go out on the street in 
the middle of the afternoon wearing this!"

"Sure, you can," he said. "No big thang."

"No, it is a big thing," she protested. "I can’t go out 
in something like this."

He walked closer and cupped her chin in his hand, 
leaning over, he kissed her tenderly.

"You can do it," he said, softly. "You’ll look so 
beautiful. Just wait’ll you see yourself."

She hesitated. "Wait outside in the living room."

He left and she closed the door behind him. Taking a 
deep breath, she pulled the red sweater up over her 
head. Her hands shook as she undressed, sliding off her 
cotton top, then unzipping and stepping out of her 
denim skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror, clad 
only in bra and thong panties. She reached for the blue 
mini-dress and pulled it over her head and shoulders, 
struggling to pull the tight, stretchy fabric down over 
her body. My god, she thought, Marcus’ sister must be a 
tiny, little thing.

Slowly, she pulled the dress down, pulling the gathers 
and wrinkles tight until the shiny blue fabric 
stretched tight over her breasts, tummy and ass. 
Heather inhaled deeply, and tugged furiously on the 
bottom hem of the dress, trying desperately to pull it 
lower. The dress barely covered her ass. The spaghetti 
straps on her shoulder couldn’t hide her brassiere and 
the plunging neckline and back made her white bra 
obvious to anyone who bothered to look. 

Biting her lip, she dropped the shoulder straps and 
lifted her arms out of the dress, then unhooked the bra 
and dropped it to the floor. Heather pulled the dress 
back up and looked at herself in the mirror. Through 
the thin material her nipples were clearly visible and 
when she turned to look at the rear view, the open back 
of the dress dropped to her waist, just covering her 
bottom, and the cleft of her ass was apparent.

I can’t go out like this, she thought, can I? A dress 
like this would’ve normally been worn with heels but 
she didn’t have any and wasn’t willing to rifle through 
the closet looking for a pair of shoes belonging to 
someone else, that was just gross. So, reluctantly, 
Heather slipped on the flat, strappy sandals she’d worn 
to school that day. Checking herself out in the mirror, 
Heather thought she looked ridiculous. 

No, she said to herself, that just won’t work. Quickly 
looking through the closet, she found a pair of long, 
stiletto heels and slid them on her feet. They were a 
little bigger than she would normally wear but she was 
able to stand up in them and walk around a bit. As long 
as she didn’t have to walk too much, they would work. 
Heather brushed the hair back from her face and reached 
for the door knob.

She walked down the hallway to the living room and when 
Marcus saw her he bolted upright in his chair.

"Da-yumn, girl!!" he said. He walked over and gave her 
a hug, then took Heather by the hand and led her out 
the front door. The heels clicked against the wooden 
porch as they walked to the sidewalk. Marcus put his 
arm around Heather again and they started down the 
street.

"I don’t think I can go very far in these shoes," she 
said.

"Don’t worry, it’s just a couple of houses down."

Cars driving down the street slowed to watch the odd 
couple, the hulking black teenager with his arm around 
the petite blonde white girl in the sexy club dress. 
Several cars honked and one driver rolled down his 
window, calling "hey, girl! I know you ain’t from this 
neighborhood... why don’t you let me give you a ride 
back home?" guffawing as he pulled away.

Marcus led her up the walk of another shotgun house 
similar to his. There was an old couch on the porch and 
a rusted refrigerator. Through the screen door, Heather 
could here the sounds of rap music and men chattering.

"Is this where your friend lives?" she asked.

"Uh-huh."

He pulled open the door and led her in. The living room 
was bare except for a round wooden table and five or 
six chairs around it, filled by black men playing 
cards. The far wall was also lined with chairs and 
three other black men sat along the wall, smoking. 

They looked up as Marcus entered and each man’s eyes 
grew wide as they spotted Heather behind him. The room 
soon echoed with the whoops and catcalls of men whose 
interests had been piqued by a beautiful and sexily 
dressed young white girl. Heather blushed deeply.

"Da-yumn, Marcus!" one man said. "Where’d you get this 
FINE lookin’ young lady from?"

"Yo, baby," called another. "We ain’t got no extra 
chairs, but you can come sit on my lap, hah...hah!"

Marcus smiled broadly. "Niggaz, y’all sit yo’ asses 
DOWN!" he said. "This is Heather and she and I are 
friends."

"Yeah, I bet you real friendly with THAT sweet, young 
thing!"

"C’mon, baby, lemme git you somethin’ to drink?"

"Oh, no thanks," Heather said. "I’m fine."

"Yeah, you got THAT right!"

Heather stood nervously, hands behind her back as 
Marcus chatted with the men in the room. They were 
obviously gambling on cards at the table and that made 
Heather a little nervous, but everyone in the room 
seemed to be very respectful of Marcus. After a while, 
she saw Marcus whisper to one of the men and motion to 
the back of the house. 

The man nodded yes and Marcus walked back over, taking 
Heather by the hand. Silently, he led her down a 
hallway to a small room whose windows were covered by 
red sheets. Propped against a wall of the room was a 
large, full-length mirror and in the center of the room 
was a large, bare mattress and box spring. He closed 
the door behind them and turned to Heather.

"C’mere, Princess."

She meekly moved closer to him and as he wrapped his 
arms around her, Heather melted into his chest. She 
tilted her head up and they kissed, mouths open, 
tongues probing and Heather moaned softly. Marcus 
reached down and began pulling the mini-dress up over 
her head. Compliantly, she lifted her arms to make it 
easier for him to undress her. 

As he slipped the dress over her head, her breasts 
sprang free, nipples pointed and red. She shook her 
hair free and he sat on the bed to lower her panties, 
reaching between her legs with one hand to feel her 
wetness. She gasped and pressed his head against her 
flat tummy.

He leaned back and she began unbuttoning his shirt. 
After sliding it off his shoulders and tossing it to 
the floor, Marcus lifted his hips so she could unbuckle 
his baggy jeans and slide them over his muscular hips 
and legs. Kneeling, she reached up and hooked her 
fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them 
down as well, his semi-erect penis bobbing free.

Mesmerized, Heather wrapped her hands around his cock 
and caressed it. It was so beautiful to her and she 
loved looking at it, touching it. She shivered to think 
of what his fleshy organ could do to her when he pushed 
it inside her. I’m addicted to his body, she thought, 
all day long I can’t stop thinking about it, thinking 
about lying naked next to it, giving myself over to its 
pleasures.

"God," she said looking up at him. "You are one 
incredibly sexy man."

"And you belong to me."

"Do you have this power over every girl at school?"

"No. Only you. You’re the only one I want to have the 
power over..."

He reached down with one hand and cupped it behind her 
head, pulling her closer to his cock. Heather kissed up 
and down the length of its shaft, then rubbed the head 
against her cheeks, letting her blonde hair splay 
across his lap. His sac was hard and tight, the skin 
crinkly against her cheek. 

When she turned her head, Heather caught a glimpse of 
herself in the mirror, naked, kneeling, Marcus’ 
powerful thighs straddling either side of her body. To 
Heather, she looked like she was kneeling at an alter, 
an alter of black male sexuality. She was worshipping 
Marcus’ cock, praying that she would do the things that 
would please him and make him want to fuck her again 
and again and again, giving her orgasm after orgasm.

Heather held Marcus’ cock in her hands and marveled at 
its size and strength. She could wrap both hands around 
it and the head still protruded from her grip. The 
shaft was thick and lined with veins, pulsing with life 
as she touched it. Heather thought it was the most 
beautiful sight she’d ever seen and she couldn’t 
imagine living her life without touching it, tasting 
it, feeling it pushing deep inside her pussy whenever 
Marcus wanted her. 

Heather and her girlfriends had seen pictures of men’s 
penis’ in magazines like Playgirl, but none of them 
could compare with Marcus’. It was gorgeous, perfect. 
It almost gave her an orgasm whenever he took his pants 
off and she first glimpsed it. The anticipation of what 
her black lover could do to her with his lovely piece 
of hard, jutting flesh was almost too delicious for her 
to imagine. I won’t be able to live without this man’s 
cock, she thought. I want him every day and I can’t get 
him out of my mind.

Heather opened her mouth and lowered it down on his 
penis, feeling his hot skin slide into her mouth, 
deeper and deeper until the head of his cock reached 
the back of her throat. She rubbed the underside of his 
penis with her tongue, slowly withdrawing until her 
lips were wrapped around the head and her tongue danced 
in and out of the hole. She slid her hands up to his 
rippling abs and lowered herself down on him again. 
This time he let out a groan and placed his hands on 
either side of her head.

"Suck it, Princess," he hissed. "Suck that big, black 
nigga cock..."

She moaned again as he filled her mouth, tasting the 
mixture of saliva and fluid leaking from the tip. She 
felt the bitter tang in the back of her throat and he 
gripped her head more firmly, pushing down, then 
releasing, then pushing down again. Heather relaxed and 
let him guide her rhythm as she fellated him. His groan 
became louder, then became a growl. He pushed faster 
and released faster and Heather thought for a moment he 
might be close to coming. He looked down at her with a 
sneer on his face and began shouting.

"Ahhhh, yeah," he yelled. "Suck that nigga cock, 
bitch!! Show me you wanna be my bitch and take my cock 
in yo’ sweet, little white mouth!!"

She heard the voices in the other room erupt into 
laughter, but she didn’t care. Sex with Marcus meant 
the rest of the world disappeared for Heather. Still, 
she looked over at the mirror just in time to see the 
door slowly open and a crowd of grinning black men 
peering through the door. Suddenly, she pulled off 
Marcus, but he grabbed her in a flash and guided her 
head back down onto his lap.

"Don’t worry ‘bout them, Princess," Marcus whispered. 
"It’s just you and me."

Heather resumed bobbing up and down on his cock, as the 
crowd entered the room. She felt a surge of adrenaline 
shoot through her body as the men watched her giving 
head to her black lover. She enjoyed performing for 
them, just like she enjoyed performing for the crowds 
as a cheerleader. She smiled and looked back at Marcus, 
bobbing more aggressively than ever.

"Can’t nobody suck a black man’s dick like a white 
girl," one man said. "Marcus, you trained her up good."

"Yeah, baby... ain’t y’alls first time, is it, girl?"

"Da-yumn, girl! 

"Nigga, y’all be stretchin’ that po’ lil white girl’s 
mouth!"

Heather slowly lifted her mouth upward on Marcus’ pole, 
pulling off with a pop and giggling as a string of 
saliva and semen stretched from the tip of his cock to 
her lips. As she back further away, the string dripped 
onto her chin and breasts and the men laughed as she 
wiped it away.

"Marcus, can I climb on top?"

A whoop of approval came from the men in the room and 
Marcus slid further back onto the mattress as Heather 
slowly rose to her feet. Marcus pirouetted around so 
that his head faced the room and his feet faced the 
wall. Heather was momentarily confused but as she 
walked to the side and climbed onto the bed, she 
understood. Marcus wanted her facing the room as she 
rode him. She straddled his body and positioned his 
slick, wet penis at the entrance to her pussy. Then, 
she slowly lowered herself down on him with an audible 
gasp.

The petite blonde teenager threw her head back and 
clutched her breasts with both hands as Marcus’ thick 
cock disappeared deep inside her. Staring at the 
ceiling, Heather cried out and if Marcus hadn’t known 
better, he’d have thought it was from pain instead of 
pleasure.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod...!!" she gasped. "Oh, 
Marcus, I just LOVE it when you fuck me!!" She leaned 
forward, bracing her hands against his chest, tousled 
blonde hair obscuring her face. Heather slowly lowered 
herself forward and they kissed, mouths wide open, 
hungrily devouring each other at both ends. After 
minutes that seemed like hours, she raised her upper 
body, still braced against him, and slowly began to 
raise and lower her body, grunting with each stroke.

"Unh... unh... unh..."

One of the black men took a few tentative steps forward 
for a closer look, then approached the side of the bed, 
standing only inches away from the lusting teenagers. 
Slowly, he leaned forward until his face and Heather’s 
face were separated by inches.

"Yeah, you like that, don’t ya girl?"

"Uh-huh."

"This boy yo’ first nigga?"

"F-f-first and only..."

"He yo’ first man...?"

"N-n-no..."

"But he yo’ best man, ain’t he?"

"Y-y-yeah."

"And you gon’ give up that other white boy you been 
seein’, ain’t ya?"

"Yeah."

"You gon’ have this nigga’s baby?"

She hesitated. "M-m-maybe..." The men in the room 
hooted with laughter and Heather looked at Marcus. A 
smile was on his face. He reached up and caressed her 
cheek and she leaned down and kissed him again.

"You know how niggas’ treat dey women, don’t ya, 
blondie?"

She smiled. "He treats me real good."

"Oh, yeah, he’ll give it to ‘ya ever day if ya’ want," 
the man said. "But y’all got to give him what he want 
too."

She looked over at the man. "He’s gonna get whatever I 
got to give," Heather said. " ‘Cause he’s my daddy and 
I love him."

"So, when he tells you to wear them slutty dresses out 
in public, you don’t mind?"

"No, I’ll show my body to whoever Marcus tells me 
to..."

"And if he says ‘bitch, fetch my dinner and get me a 
beer’?"

"I’ll do it."

"And if he says ‘bitch, I want you to fuck my nigga 
friends’?"

"I’ll smile and say ‘yes, daddy’"

"And if he says ‘bitch, bring over some of yo’ prissy-
ass white girlfriends for me to fuck?’"

Heather smiled. "I’ll say ‘with pleasure’... my 
girlfriends will all be anxious to fuck Marcus anyway 
when they hear me braggin’ about what a gorgeous, sexy, 
hot-fuckin’ stud he is...."

The men laughed and hooted. "And what if he wants to 
see you and yo’ girlfriends goin’ at it together?"

She looked Marcus straight in the eye. "Anything. 
Whatever brings Marcus pleasure, brings me pleasure."

In a flash, Marcus lifted Heather off his crotch and 
spun around behind her, pushing her down on all fours 
into the position they both loved the best. He guided 
his cock up between her legs and pressed it against her 
belly, sliding back and forth between the lips of her 
pussy, creating warm friction against her clit.

Heather was face to face with the men watching her and 
the unbelievable pleasure she felt between her legs 
nearly brought tears to her eyes. She closed her eyes 
and bit her lower lip as she began to anticipate what 
he would do next. Incredibly, the thought of his 
beautiful, thick, rock hard penis penetrating her 
sopping pussy was enough to bring her to climax before 
he even entered her.

"Oh, Marcus....you beautiful, gorgeous stud, I just 
wanna fuck you forever....promise me you’ll always give 
me your cock.... always punish my pussy with that big, 
fuckin’ thick monster of yours...oh, God....ohhhhh, 
godddddd!!!!!!"

She dropped her head and closed her eyes, letting the 
orgasm wash over her, feeling her skin tingle and her 
pussy tingle and the top of her head start to explode. 
Moments later, she felt the tip of Marcus’ cock 
pressing against her pussy and he reached down to 
spread open her pussy lips with two fingers, then 
slowly pushed into her. The inner walls of her vagina, 
having just experienced orgasm were hypersensitive and 
she bellowed out.

"OHHHHH, GODDDDD, MARCUSSSSSS!!!!" Heather cried. "Oh, 
baby, you’re gonna tear me apart!! Give it to me, my 
gorgeous black stud!! Oh, sweetie... you’re gonna turn 
me into a slutty little whore, aren’t ya? Mmmmm, I’m 
gonna spend all day long just thinkin’ ‘bout the next 
time you fuck me, baby."

One of the men leaned closer, his face right in front 
of Heather’s.
"Yeah, tell me how much you love that nigga cock, 
bitch!"

Heather looked straight at him. "Oh, yeah," she said. 
"I can’t live without my strong, black man. He fucks me 
sooooo good! Please, don’t make me give up his cock!"

Marcus’ pace picked up and he began to thrust more 
aggressively into Heather’s pussy, the sound of his 
balls slapping against her clearly heard in by the men. 
She could feel the orgasm rising in his body as he 
leaned forward on top of her, his face beside hers, 
whispering in her ear.

"Mmmmm, yeah!" he said. "Here it comes, baby... I’m 
gonna fill you UP!!"

He groaned as he came, his body pressed against hers, 
frozen in stillness, then whispering. "I love you, 
Princess..."

Heather smiled like a cat, purring and contented. 
"Mmmmm, I love YOU, Marcus..."

***

The next two weeks were a rush for Heather. There was 
the routine of classes and cheerleading practice, but 
two or three times a week after school, she would 
disappear into a swirl of primal, sweaty sex with her 
black lover. 

She made excuses to her friends, her parents, even 
Brian regarding where she was going when she 
disappeared for several hours and no one ever 
challenged her. No one ever challenged sweet, little 
blonde girls from good families like Heather. Heather 
secretly wondered if that was why she enjoyed it so 
much. 

She still ate lunch with her girlfriends in the 
cafeteria and gossiped about boys and cheerleading and 
diets. Occasionally, Heather would be walking down the 
hall at school and she’d pass one of the black guys on 
the football team. 

He’d flash a knowing smile at her and Heather wondered 
whether he suspected her affair with Marcus, but she 
never asked Marcus or the black guys. A couple of 
times, she feared something was up. Like the time she 
walked to her car in the student parking lot and three 
black football players were standing next to it. 

"So, this is yo’ ride?" one of them asked.

"Yeah, this is it," Heather replied, cheerily.

"Funny," another said. "I been hearin’ you like to ride 
black ‘stead a white..."

They laughed uproariously and Heather sped out of the 
parking lot in a panic. She called Marcus on her cell 
phone and asked him if he’d been telling other people 
about her, but he swore he hadn’t. He admitted he 
couldn’t vouch for his friends who watch them that 
night, but promised to have a talk with them and 
explain that Heather could only continue seeing Marcus 
if they kept things secret.

A week later, Heather was driving home from school when 
her cell phone rang. She looked down and the call 
number was blocked, but she answered the call anyway. 
She didn’t recognize the girl’s voice on the other line 
but she could tell she was young and could tell she was 
white.

"Hi, is this Heather MacAdams?" the girl asked.

"Yeah, this is Heather. Who’s this?"

"Uh, you don’t know me, but I wanted to call and ask 
you something."

"What do you wanna ask?"

"Well... uh... okay," she said, trying to stifle a 
giggle. Heather thought she heard other girls giggling 
in the background. "Uh...do you take big, fat nigger 
cocks in your ass... or just your pussy?"

Heather panicked. "What?" More laughter in the 
background.

"I mean... does your boyfriend know you’re fucking 
Marcus Williams? He should. Everybody at school does."

"That’s a lie!!" Heather screamed. "Who is this?"

"And Heather?" she continued. "When you suck Marcus’ 
cock, does he shoot a really, really big load down your 
throat?"

"You BITCH!!"

"Does Marcus have the biggest black cock you’ve ever 
sucked?" she hissed, the other girls cackling behind 
her. "Or are there black guys on the football team 
you’ve sucked who are even bigger....?"

Heather quickly shut off the phone. An hour later when 
she turned her phone back on again, it rang moments 
later. Again, the number was blocked, but Heather 
answered. It was a different girl on the line this 
time, taunting her with a leering, high-pitched voice.

"Oh, Marcus," she teased. "Fuck me with that big, 
massive black cock of yours!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Heather screamed.

"Tell me, Heather," the girl laughed. "Should we expect 
to see your belly growing big and fat before the end of 
the school year? Will you and Marcus be having 
children?"

Heather was mortified. She had no idea who the girls 
were, but she knew she couldn’t avoid going to school 
and risk confirming their suspicions.
Heather continued with her routine, but friends could 
tell she was troubled. Natalie and Mary Catherine tried 
to offer sympathy and to draw her out, but she avoided 
them, fearful they would learn her secret. She glanced 
suspiciously at the faces in the hallways at school, 
looking for sneering glances or knowing smiles, any 
clues to the identity of the girls who called her.

Three days later, she was in the parking lot after 
cheerleading practice when she saw Brian approaching 
her. His face was red and he was clearly angry. As he 
drew closer, he stopped fifteen feet away from her and 
screamed.

"Is it TRUE?"

"Brian, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but..."

"Are you FUCKING Marcus Williams?"

"Brian, how can you ask me something like that?"

"Do you love him?"

"Brian, somebody’s started this awful rumor about me to 
get back at me for something... I don’t know what, but 
it’s not TRUE... not a word of it!!"

"Are you SURE??"

"Yes, Brian.... believe me, it’s all a vicious lie!!" 
She walked closer, tentatively. He didn’t move, but he 
seemed to be calming down.

"Why would they start a rumor like that?"

"I don’t know why girls do things like that...." she 
replied, tears welling in her eyes. "Girls are such 
hateful bitches." Brian’s shoulders drooped and he 
pressed his hands to his face.

"God," he said, his voice cracking. "I hate myself for 
suspecting you, but... but..." Heather walked closer to 
him, then looped her arms around his shoulders.

"They’re lies, Brian," she whispered. "All lies."

***

Later in the school year, Sherene DuBois appeared again 
at cheerleading practice and Heather made a special 
effort to appear energetic and enthusiastic as she 
worked through her routines. When practice ended, Mrs. 
Mattioli motioned Heather over to the bleachers and 
Sherene greeted her warmly with a hug.

"You’re getting even better, Heather." Sherene said.

"Thanks," Heather replied. "I’ve been working hard and 
Mrs. Mattioli is a really good teacher."

Mrs. Mattioli smiled. "Heather’s way beyond anything I 
could teach her," she said. "She’s just got this 
natural way with a crowd. People love to watch her."

"I’ll bet they do," Sherene laughed.

"Well, I’ll leave you two alone to chat, okay?" Mrs. 
Mattioli winked at Heather as she walked away.

"Have you thought any more about college, Heather?" 
Sherene asked. "I mean, not just Ole Miss, but college 
in general?"

"Well, not really," Heather said. "Of course, I’d love 
to go to Ole Miss, but, well... I’ve just got to keep 
working hard and doing good in school."

Sherene smiled. "Well, I may be able to help you 
there," she said. "I had a talk with our athletic 
director last week and I told him about you."

"Really? About me?"

"Yes, and I think that even though you’re still a 
junior, we’re prepared to offer you a full scholarship 
to Ole Miss, complete with room, board, books and fees. 
Would you like that, Heather?"

"Wow," Heather gasped. "I didn’t even know they offered 
scholarships to juniors!"

"Well, historically, we don’t" Sherene said. "But we’ve 
concluded you’re a very special young woman, Heather."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when I say special, I mean in a variety of 
ways," Sherene looked directly at Heather, leaning 
forward, speaking in a low voice.

"I don’t understand."

"Um, when I say ‘special’, I’m specifically referring 
to your relationship with Marcus Williams."

Heather stammered. "My relationship? Uh....I... don’t 
have a relationship with Marcus."

Sherene reached out and touched Heather on the arm. 
"Heather," she said. "I know you and Marcus have been 
intimate for almost six months now." Heather blushed 
furiously.

"I... I... don’t know what you’ve heard, but..."

Sherene chuckled. "Heather, honey, don’t worry about 
it. Surely you don’t think you’re the first white girl 
whose ever fallen for a small town’s black football 
stud, do you?"

"I-I... haven’t..."

"Of course, I can’t say I blame you," Sherene said. "I 
mean, just look at Marcus! That chest and those arms 
and those abs and, of course, that gorgeous black ass 
of his! If I were your age, I’d be getting’ him in the 
back seat of my daddy’s car and pullin’ my ankles up to 
my ears, too!!"

Heather stared at Sharene, shocked and incredulous.

"Believe me, Heather, I was probably 28 before I had my 
first orgasm! You should feel lucky! You’re 
only...what... 17 and you’re off fucking a gorgeous man 
who I’m SURE could make any girl cum, am I right?"

Heather stared at the ground, then looked up at Sharene 
and burst into laughter, relieved to be able to finally 
share her secret with someone. She leaned forward and 
put her hand on Sharene’s leg. "Sharene, he is 
INCREDIBLE!!" she gushed. "Sex with Marcus is like 
fucking a MACHINE!! His body is so incredibly hard and 
that smile is so sweet and his COCK.... well, let’s 
just say I’ve been stretched a lot wider than I was six 
months ago!"

"Honey, I can just imagine," Sharene whispered. 

"Can you believe," Heather continued. "I had multiple 
orgasms the first time Marcus and I had SEX! TWICE! He 
worked me over like a rag doll! I could barely walk 
after fucking him."

Sharene laughed. "God, that’s sooo hot!" she said. "And 
I just love the way he looks out for you, too!"

Heather looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Heather, honey," Sherene smiled, placing her arm 
around the young girl. "You’re a very good cheerleader 
and you might’ve gotten this scholarship on your own, 
but there are a lot of cute, young cheerleaders out 
there."

"I don’t understand..?"

"Heather, in a couple of weeks, Marcus is going to sign 
a letter-of-intent to play football at our university," 
Sherene said. "Our school was competing with schools 
from across the country who wanted Marcus to play 
football for them. He was one of the most sought-after 
recruits in the country, but he signed to play at Ole 
Miss and do you know why?"

"No, why?"

"He signed on the condition that we offer you a 
scholarship as well," Sherene said. "He wants you at 
the university with him."

Heather’s head was spinning. "What..?"

"Heather, once you graduate from high school, your four 
years at Ole Miss are going to be a breeze!" Sherene 
said. "You’re only two duties are going to be to cheer 
for the football team and fuck Marcus Williams. You 
don’t have to pass a class, you don’t have to GO to 
class if you don’t want to. Just let Marcus do whatever 
he wants to that tight, little body of yours and keep 
him satisfied. You’re already doin’ that, aren’t ya?"

"Well, yeah, I guess..."

"So, it’s no big deal! We’ll find the two of you an 
apartment off campus and you can move in together, the 
boosters will provide you both with cars. You’ll live 
under the same roof, sleep in the same bed, all we ask 
is that when he wants you to spread your legs, you do 
it enthusiastically, like the great little cheerleader 
you are!!"

"That’s it?"

"That’s all, honey," Sherene said. "You’ll just be 
Marcus’ personal little white piece of property. And 
who knows, if he plays well and makes it to the NFL, 
maybe he’ll even take you with him!"

Heather looked dazed. "Gee, this all seems so 
unreal..."

"I just have one word of caution, Heather honey."

"What?"

"Well, young guys... especially young black guys... 
when they go off to college and taste their first bit 
of independence as well as fame and status as football 
players... well, they tend to get a little rowdy. You 
understand what I’m saying?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Sherene laughed. "No, I don’t think you do," she said. 
"Boys on the football team are sought after by lots of 
girls on campus, and they tend to get this attitude of 
‘I can do whatever I want’."
"But, Marcus isn’t like that..."

"Yes, I know, honey but... well, the black players like 
to experiment with girls, especially cute young white 
girls like you."

"Experiment?"

"I’m just saying... don’t be surprised if Marcus wants 
you to try new things... you know, like bringing other 
girls into bed with the two of you... and, well... 
wanting you to have sex with his black friends... stuff 
like that."

"You’re kidding!"

"No, I’ve seen it happen before," Sherene said. "A 
sweet little white girl like you latches on to one of 
the black stud football players.... before long, he’s 
got her hanging out in black bars off campus, wearing 
tight little dresses that show practically everything 
she’s got... and... uh, a lot of times, they want their 
girlfriends to be involved in group sex."

"Ohmigod!"

"But, it’s okay," Sherene said. "I really wouldn’t have 
offered you the scholarship unless I thought you’d be 
able to handle it. I mean, my guess is Marcus is 
already pushing to do things you wouldn’t normally do, 
right?"

Heather nodded.

"Like what?"

"Well... uh... we, like....well, we meet after school 
over at a friends house in his neighborhood... and he 
likes to show me off . He gives me really sexy dresses 
to wear and he parades me in front of practically the 
whole neighborhood. At first it was kind of 
embarrassing, but after a while I started getting into 
all the men in the neighborhood leering at me, but 
afraid to touch me ‘cause they knew I belonged to 
Marcus. And one time, he well... he let a bunch of his 
friends watch us have sex together."

"And you were okay with that?"

"Well... yeah, it was weird at first... but I really 
like pleasing Marcus, so when I saw that it turned him 
on... it turned me on, too. I mean, I know boys look at 
me when I’m in my cheerleading uniform, but I used to 
be afraid of showing too much. Now, I kind of like 
showing off my body."

"That’s perfect," Sherene said. "So what do you say 
Heather? You think you could make Marcus happy at 
college?"

Heather looked up at the sky. It would mean everything 
about her life would change. It might get very 
complicated, explaining to her parents about her 
relationship with Marcus and she’d have to break up 
with Brian and a lot of her girlfriends back home 
probably wouldn’t have anything to do with her. But she 
would belong to Marcus. 

She would be his girl and a good portion of the time, 
she would be Marcus’ slut, doing all kinds of degrading 
sexual things just to keep him happy. Very quickly, her 
reputation as a ‘good girl" would be in tatters. She 
turned to look at Sherene with a broad smile.

"Yeah, I want this," Heather said. "When Marcus found 
me, he took a little girl and turned her into a woman 
who is very open about her sexual desires. I gotta 
feeling I’m only beginning to understand all the things 
Marcus Williams can make me do."

Sherene and Heather hugged. They both understood that 
changes in Heather were just beginning.

END

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