Family Night

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Don jumped and was visibly disturbed. He looked around him sheepishly, wondering what people
would think of him for bringing his young stepdaughter to such a movie. But all eyes were riveted to the
screen and no one seemed the least bit interested in what was going on around them. Don turned
uneasily to MaryAnn.
"Uh ... MaryAnn ... this is no kind of movie for you to see ... I ... uh ... think we'd better leave ..."
"Don't be silly ..." MaryAnn chastised him. "I've seen this movie a thousand times ... besides, I think
you'll like it!" she said, her mouth full of popcorn as she lightly let her hand fall upon Don's arm as she
spoke.
Don was shocked to feel a violent tremor traverse his body at his stepdaughter's touch. Startled into
silence, he turned once more back to the screen. The actors were speaking slow dreamlike sentences in
Swedish and the English subtitles were imprinted below the images of the integrated couple. But the
words had little importance, for what was transpiring on the screen was of such a nature that Don could
hardly tear his eyes away.
The huge black man and the petite young Swedish girl were now shown in their entirety. Both were
completely nude and both completely beautiful representatives of their races. Together they formed an
incredibly erotic tableau of black and white, their bodies molding together in a sensual pattern that at first
glance seemed purely abstract, until it was clear that the two were interlaced, he enormously tall and
proud; she small and shy, although voluptuously formed.
The two kissed, their bodies sliding close together in a standing position and Don watched the black
man's hands move slowly up and down over the girl's slender back, his fingers playing an imaginary
keyboard upon her naked flesh. When he cupped the blonde girl's tender pink buttocks up in his large
black hands, Don gasped to see, for the first time on the screen, the black man's enormous penis jump,
bulking upwards between him and the girl, moving against her flat white belly, growing in size as he
ground her closer still towards his muscular body.
God it was big! Every bit as big as his imagination had always told him a black man's penis might be ...
although he knew that stereotypes were silly. Still, it was clear that like white men, at least some of these
dark-skinned men had cocks of tremendous girth!
His own cock began to stir between his legs and he could feel his balls contracting slightly, the way they
always did when he was getting excited. Meanwhile, on the screen, the two beautiful people were
rubbing persistently against each other, and from time to time, the man's dark purplish cock would slip
sideways, giving the camera and the movie audience the full benefit of its large bulbous head, already
shiny with moisture, the tip apparently a good six inches in circumference.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, while still mouthing the unintelligible words, the two were making their way
back towards a large double bed that was in the background. Don looked down at the subtitles.
Unbelievable, they were discussing politics! His eyes returned to their undulating bodies, now shot from
above, the girls small hand clung to the large fleshy pole of her dark lover's penis as she pulled him along
toward the bed, a radiant smile upon her lovely face.
Then they were on the bed, the girl's face filling the screen, her blond hair fanning out over the pillow ...
her eyes fluttering, the pupils a deep blue, wavering ... then a long sigh ... and they rolled back up into
her head.
WHAT THE DEVIL WAS GOING ON? Then she spoke the subtitles read: "Oh, yes, Abdul with your
hand ... I always love your hand."
There were more sighs and the girl's expression became almost angelic, her sighs turning to hums and
she moved her head back and forth, her eyes now ecstatically closed.
Don's cock was a rock! He was sweating like hell, although the theater was air-conditioned. Suddenly,
he remembered that MaryAnn, his fourteen-year-old stepdaughter, was sitting there right next to him,
watching this too! He turned to her and noticed first that her hand was still resting on his arm. He was
about to speak, but he saw to his astonishment that his stepdaughter's expression was almost identical to
the young girl's on the screen. She seemed to be in a hypnotic trance, watching the lewd film ... and what
was more, Don thought, it was not the first time she'd seen it! In the dark, her pert young features were
illuminated by the color from the screen. Her face ... so like her mother's ... was alternately dark,
alternately light and Don found himself staring at her, mesmerized by her youthful beauty. His prick
jerked inside his shorts, and he realized that MaryAnn's hand was moving along his arm. Her small
fingers clutched at his arm, and she gave a little moan. Don looked back at the screen.
The giant black cock in all its glory filled the front wall of the
theater, hovering close to something ... what was it ... a long white
... THIGH! It touched the soft flesh, moving upward ... and then tiny
fingers ... pink and delicate; came down circled around it, unable to
encompass its enormous girth, guiding it tugging down on the thickness
of the foreskin
Don found himself visualizing MaryAnn's hand ... only it wasn't a hard ebony cock it was holding ... it
was his own still rising prick that now throbbed painfully against his leg.
MaryAnn suddenly turned to him.
"It's a hot one, isn't it?" she asked coyly and when he looked at her, she suddenly wet her lips with her
tongue and bringing her young face brazenly close to his, kissed him full upon the lips.
Don's brain whirled as he sat stunned, feeling her hand clutching at his arm and now moving up and
down along it. Her kiss remained on his lips, burning there exactly as if her lips were still touching his.
Then he felt it. Her hand dropped teasingly to his leg ... wild tremors raced through him and his long
thick shaft pulsed eagerly. He made a small grunting noise. He couldn't let this go on ... no this was ...
good God! ... this was wrong ... what was wrong with him, anyway?
On the screen, the wide open moist blond split appeared, pink and fleshy, framed with softly curled hair
... only to be covered by a dark shadow and then the actual object of the black man's trembling cock. It
just lay there upon the Swedish girl's body, covering her sweet young cunt, not entering it, not moving. It
was almost too much, to take!
And still Don made no move to remove MaryAnn's hand from his leg. The little fingers were crawling
now ... crawling upwards ... unmistakably toward his helplessly throbbing loins.
"OH, GOD; FORGIVE ME!" Don thought. "I CAN'T STOP HER ... I JUST CAN'T!"
Strange images wound round in his brain as Don realized for certain what was about to happen. How
had it all started anyway? How had he found himself in this position? Then MaryAnn's hand was there ...
smoothing along the hard rocklike shaft of his cock where it bulged sideways in his pants. Wild
sensations shot through him and it seemed as though he had never ever been so excited in all his life.
HOW DID SHE KNOW THESE THINGS? THE CHILD WAS ONLY FOURTEEN YEARS
OLD!!!!!
His prick jerked uncontrollably, straining against the small hand that teased at it and Don gulped,
swallowing noisily, feeling as though he were about to explode from this forbidden torture by his barely
maturing young stepdaughter.
MaryAnn's eyes kept watching the screen but her hands moved along until she found what they wanted
... her stepfather's rock-hard cock. She knew somehow that it would be hard and she sighed softly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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