"Damn, girl, you're such a fuck hungry little slut," Jodi purred to herself as she opened her eyes. The tiny black girl slid her hand between her legs to touch the tingling, wet, softness of her brown furred young slit. "Mmmmmmm. Beginning the first thing every morning, as soon as I get up, my greedy black twat wants to be fed. I really do take after my mother."
Stretching her lithe tawny body as she came more fully awake, Jodi Roland smiled as she greeted a new day. It was Friday, the 29
th
of October. The day of the first home game of the year for her high school. A as this year's head cheerleader, she had a lot to do to get her squad ready for the night's performance and afterparty.
Every year, following the first home game of the year, the cheerleading squad's senior members threw a bash for the team following the game. Those who were invited were eighteen or older. Some were from the previous year's graduating class. And some of the cheerleaders who were invited had graduated ten, twenty, and thirty years before. The reason the older women had been invited was because it would also be the date of the high-school's ten-year anniversary took place. Like with the previous head cheerleaders, it was Jodi's responsibility to make sure everyone had a good time.
During each of her previous three years as a cheerleader she had heard of the home game afterparty held by the seniors of the squad. And although she hadn't been able to participate before because she was underaged and not a senior, she had always wanted to be a part of the party. She had felt jealous of the girls who were allowed to join in on the fun, knowing she was missing out on the excitement. But even when they spoke of the party, no one would tell her anything that had happened there.
One year, when she and a couple of girls her age asked what had transpired during the party, a senior named Rebecca Palmer took them to the side and spoke to them.
"You're only sixteen so I can't tell you anything about what took place at the afterparty except that it was a lot of fun. I know it seems unfair, but that's just the way it is," Rebecca had said. "When I was a younger member of the squad I went through it too. The curiosity and not knowing. All of the girls have to deal with it. You're just going to have to wait until you're old enough. But I will say this: When you're eighteen, if you're still on the team during your senior year, the first home game afterparty will be a party you will never forget."
Jodi understood from Rebecca's reference to the need for them to be eighteen that she was referring to the party as something involving sex. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. When older people talked about drinking alcohol or smoking, the age was twenty-one. When they were talking about sex they always said she would understand when she was eighteen. Then, shortly after she turned eighteen, she discovered she was right and her entire experience as a cheerleader changed.
Suddenly cheerleading wasn't just about shaking her pom-poms and titillating the crowd at a sports event. It was about sex. It was about sucking cock, eating pussy, and repeatedly getting fucked in her cunt and ass. All of the girls who were seniors on the cheerleading squad were bisexual and extremely promiscuous. Anyone who wasn't was kicked off the team. Jodi had not only remained on the squad, she had been elected to the position of head cheerleader. She had also learned of what took place at the home game afterparty and was informed of her obligation to host that year's festivities.
Reaching to the small lamp that sat on the wooden nightstand at her bedside, the young black woman turned it on. She then tossed the light blue linen sheet that covered her body aside and sat up on the bed. She was nude as she sat there. She never wore any type of clothing when she went to bed at night. Panties and pajamas usually only got in the way when she woke up horny and in need of release. And she always woke up horny.
Gazing at the full length, brass framed mirror that hung from the back of the closed white door of her bedroom, Jodi could see herself sitting naked on top of her queen sized, four posted bed. She had placed the mirror there because it gave her a perfect view of herself on the bed. She liked to watch herself when she masturbated. And she loved being able to see herself and her lovers when she was being fucked.
She smiled, feeling comfortable and relaxed amongst the familiar items that surrounded her. To the average person her bedroom looked the same as they might expect to see when observing the habitat of an average American teenaged girl. There were pictures of the smiling faces of her and her friends in their black, red, and gold cheerleading uniforms at a football game, two pictures that had been torn from the set of four she had taken with Aria Wang one day in the photo booth at Thompson's Variety Store when they were fifteen, a photograph of her and several other teenaged girls sunbathing in bikinis on the park grass during the annual community summer picnic, and a picture of Adrian Butler, the tall, well-muscled, black quarterback of her high school football team and her boyfriend taped to the edge of the vanity mirror above her dresser.
On top of the dresser were make-up, perfumes, hair combs, hair brushes, and a blue box of tampons. The clothing she had removed the night before lay neatly folded on top of the black footlocker at the foot of her bed. The computer on her desk was on and displayed a screen saver depicting two cuddly golden retriever puppies at play. The chest of drawers, which was part of the bedroom set that included the bed, dresser, and nightstand, sat in the corner next to the door of the closet, with shiny trophies and colorful ribbons adorning its surface. And posters of her favorite male popstars were glued to the walls.
But if they paid closer attention they would have noticed that the handles of the brushes and the tops of the bedposts were phallic shaped. They would have seen that the case containing her diaphragm lay right behind her tampons. They would have spied the large rubber dildo that resembled a fat, white cock with an enormous plum shaped head that stuck out from beneath one of the pillows on her bed. And they would have realized just how sexually insatiable she was.