Don observed his face in the mirror as he shaved, carefully attending to the spot on his beard that was particularly difficult to reach. He could already smell the odor of frying bacon coming from the kitchen, and he knew that Laura was preparing his breakfast. A momentary flash of anger swept through him as the events of the last evening with the kids returned to him in their full humiliating detail. Fucking their mother had helped him blot the whole thing out of his mind last night, but now it floated up again in his mind and he had the same uncomfortable, uneasy feeling he'd had the night before.
He would have to talk to Laura this morning.
After putting on the clean underwear and shirt that Laura had carefully laid out for him, he donned his khaki work pants and went into the living room. He could see Laura bustling about in her red and black housecoat, buttering toast and cutting it in triangular slices. He approached her, entering the small kitchen and putting his arms gently around her waist.
"Morning, beautiful," he said, nibbling at her sweet smelling neck. Her perfume sent a shiver through him, and abruptly he released her, going over to the table to sit down.
"Where are the kids?" he asked, unfolding his napkin.
"Oh, they said they didn't feel up to school today, both of them have some kind of virus I think. I hope it wasn't anything they ate last night!" Laura continued humming a little tune to herself as she started scrambling the eggs.
"It could hardly have been anything we had last night… the food was excellent… and besides I'd be sick too!" Don felt unaccountably furious, as he poured himself a hot cup of coffee.
"Are you sure they're not faking?" he asked.
"Why, what ever would make you say a thing like that… if they say they're sick… I'm sure they are…"
"Well… Laura… it's just that you and I are going to have to have a talk about the kids… I think they're getting a little out of hand!"
Laura bristled. She couldn't remember Don ever having called her Laura that way, except perhaps when they first met.
"What do you mean… out of hand?" she replied. The eggs weren't coming out right, and she felt angry at Don for bringing this up now, at the most crucial moment of breakfast.
"I'm… well, I'm not sure just what I mean… but I think we're neglecting some fundamental parts of their education…" Don floundered, wishing he'd waited until evening to broach the difficult subject. He was getting a slight headache just thinking about it.
"Neglecting!" Laura replied, scraping the eggs out onto a platter. "Just look at these eggs… Here… they're ruined!" She brusquely dropped the platter on the table before her husband and then stood looking down at him, ready to cry at any moment. "Why they go to an excellent school… I can't imagine…"
"Sit down, honey," Don said. "Come on, sit down." He scooped up some eggs from the platter and some bacon, noting that they did indeed look very strange. "Now just calm down… didn't we agree that we would try to talk all our problems out quietly?"
"Problems? What problems?" Laura felt a little hysterical… everything had been going so smoothly, so beautifully… how could there suddenly be the enormous problems he was talking about?
"Well, for one…" Don tried using his most calming and reassuring voice, "for one thing… uh, have you ever taught them anything about the, well, the facts of life?"
"Don… really sometimes I don't understand you… they get all those things at school… they have hygiene classes and things like that…"
"Yes, but have you ever told them anything… actually sat down and answered their questions?" His stomach felt tight as he gulped down a second cup of coffee. He observed his wife's pretty face as she blushed a deep pink and searched for words.
Laura felt the tears starting from her eyes, and angrily brushed at them. Why was he going on about this? The children were much too young to really be interested in that sort of thing.
"Why they're just babies!" she blurted out, rising from the table hurriedly. The china rattled and coffee sloshed from Don's cup as she pushed her chair away. It had turned out to be a horrible morning! Their first argument. Laura rushed from the room, feeling hurt and upset. Why was Don being so mean to her? And about such a silly thing!
She went into the bathroom to throw cold water on her face before she started looking bloated and red, and while there, she thought angrily, "Why, when they have questions they'll come to me with them!" But she didn't expect that for another year or so… they were so young for their ages anyway!
When a few moments later she heard the front door slam, she burst into tears again, at how unfair Don was, criticizing her that way… for no apparent reason!
She spent the entire day in her room. Once she heard noises outside and she figured the kids were making themselves lunch. But she stayed in the bedroom, she just couldn't face them or anyone else for that matter. She was reading a good mystery novel that helped take her mind off things, and she lay propped up by pillows turning the pages slowly and occasionally looking at the clock to see if it was almost time for Don to be coming home. By the time it was 5:00 she rose and went into the kitchen. He just wouldn't be getting a special meal tonight, she thought, ruefully looking into the freezer compartment of the refrigerator, and withdrawing two TV dinners. While they were thawing in the oven she went into her room and put on a lounging robe that she knew Don particularly liked. Then after brushing her black curls into place on her shoulders, she went down the hall to see how the children were. They seemed to be awfully quiet.
She knocked on Rick's door and after a few seconds, his groggy voice replied, "Ye… es?"
"It's Mother, Rick, how are you feeling…?"
"Oh, I was sound asleep… so is MaryAnn…" came the answer.
"Oh, well, I won't bother you then… I just wanted to see if you'd be wanting dinner…"
"No thanks, Mom…"
"All right… get some rest then," she replied, turning from the door, without bothering to open it. As her footsteps echoed down the hall, MaryAnn returned to her brother's bed from the bathroom where she had hidden at the first knock. Her nude young body slipped quickly beneath the sheets beside her brother, and she was delighted to feel his cock rising against her leg, thick and strong again, after their last lovemaking.
"Darling," she sighed, lowering her hand to caress its warmth.
"Shall we do another page of the book," Rick whispered, reaching under the pillow and withdrawing the now dog-eared pamphlet.
The next morning as the sun streamed in through the window Laura declared she felt ill, and didn't get up to fix Don's breakfast. She had been surprised the evening before to find when her new husband returned from work, that instead of having softened and apologized to her for that morning's argument, he seemed more determined than ever to discuss the matter of the children with her. The frustrating discussion had gone on until they were both ready for bed, and once under the covers, Laura waited for him to reach out for her. Instead, he said, "I'll handle the situation myself from now on… if you want to know the truth… you're a lousy mother!"
Now, still in bed, the slam of the front door, and Don's parting words still in her ears, she fried to control her irrepressible tears.
"Don't bother to make dinner," he'd said, "I'm picking Rick and MaryAnn up from school this afternoon… and we'll eat out and take in a movie!"
It had been the first night since their wedding that they hadn't made love, and Laura felt overwhelmed by the implications of this depressing fact. The beautiful dream she'd created of her marriage seemed to be bursting before her very eyes like a giant soap bubble.
Don felt very unsure of himself as he left work early to go pick up his stepchildren. He regretted having been so blunt with Laura, but it really seemed the only way he could get through to her sometimes… and even now, he was certain that she didn't understand a word of what he was saying. Doubts plagued him about the wisdom of his decision… maybe Laura was right after all, and he should just let the whole thing drop… but on the other hand, the memory of the kid's faces as they demanded answers to their questions that night at dinner haunted him, and made him hold firm. They needed some kind of guiding hand all right… there was no doubt about that. Otherwise one day he and Laura might have real trouble on their hands. Better to nip the whole thing in the bud! As the idiomatic phrase ran through his brain, for some reason Don visualized the twin young buds of his young stepdaughter's breasts, as they had presented themselves to him three quarters bare across the table at Il Faro's. She was going to have some build when she was fully grown, considering that she was only fourteen now!
He tried to dismiss the thought from his head as he approached the school, but he started wondering again about just how much experience MaryAnn had had… was she seeing boys? He recalled the odd pressure on his knee the other night at the restaurant, and although his mind told him it had to have been a mistake, his dormant penis leapt to semi-erect state.
Don was sure that it was because he had gone a night without making love to his wife's lusciously responsive body. His own body had grown accustomed to the luxury of their daily lovemaking, and he was surprised at how much he felt its lack.
As he arrived at the school block he saw hundreds of children of various ages swarming around, and he drove slowly looking for his. He had knocked on their doors that morning telling them first that they'd better get to school that day no matter how they felt, and second, that he was going to pick them up afterwards. Now, after several minutes had passed and still he didn't see them, Don worried that his invitation had sounded more like some kind of punishment than anything else. Suppose they just didn't bother to show up!
Just as he was getting ready to drive off, the side door of the Chevy opened and a sultry young voice inquired, "Looking for me, handsome?"
He jumped and turned to see MaryAnn getting into the car beside him.
"Where is your brother?" he inquired, looking around.
"Oh, Rick has track practice and he was sure you wouldn't mind just taking me out anyway. They're finishing up the season… you know only a few more weeks of school before vacation." MaryAnn adjusted her short miniskirt across her thighs and reclined against the car seat.
"Oh…" Don answered. This wasn't quite what he'd had in mind, but he supposed there was no reason why he couldn't try to make friends with MaryAnn by herself.
"Well, where would you like to go for dinner?" he asked, starting up the car. "And I thought we might take in a movie after… would you like that?"
MaryAnn looked sideways at her stepfather. He really wasn't bad, she thought… and a movie would be fun… she knew just the one she wanted to see! She was prepared to enjoy herself. Something about her newly acquired womanly status made her feel very sure of herself, very superior. Now she really knew what it was all about, and her sweet young genitals reminded her almost constantly of their most recent plunder by sending little sparkles shooting through her from time to time. She gazed out the window as they headed for her favorite Chinese restaurant and thought lovingly of her brother, and of his expanding knowledge of her body and its secret pleasures.
As she and her new father walked into the restaurant, she was sure that the people who turned to watch them walk past thought they were lovers, and she giggled at the thought. When they sat down and Don asked her why she'd giggled, she told him, and he said, "Don't be silly… you're just a child!" He almost bit his tongue after he said it… why he was beginning to sound just like Laura, for crissakes! Why was he always letting MaryAnn get the better of him? Obviously, she wasn't quite the child either he or Laura thought she was, as he gleaned from her answer. Batting her long silken eyelashes as she had seen her mother do, she replied.
"I'm not a child, Daddy," she called him for the first time, "… I'm a woman. Can't you tell?"
"Fine…" Don answered gruffly. "Now what do you want to eat?"
MaryAnn smiled calmly to herself and glancing at the menu, started to order.
It was pitch dark by the time they reached the movie theater and Don was glad. He felt somehow safer in the dark with his young charge. And what a charge she was!
He couldn't quite believe what had gone on under the table of the Chinese restaurant, but his earlier suspicions had been definitely confirmed. MaryAnn had taken every opportunity to brush her knees against him, and once she had even dropped her fork and bent low to pick it up, letting her fingers trace a few inches up his pants leg. He still felt a little shaky about the whole thing, and didn't even bother looking at the billboard outside the theater to see what movie it was that MaryAnn had insisted upon seeing. He noticed that she nodded to the ticket taker who seemed to know her and also noted that the same fellow gave him a very curious look.
But once they were inside the large movie theater, he was caught up in the coming attractions that were flashing on the screen, and looking forward to munching the candy and popcorn he and MaryAnn had bought, he pushed all the embarrassing events of the early evening to the back of his mind. A great picture was coming next, one that he was sure his wife would like to see and made a mental note to mention it to her. He settled into the comfortable seat that reclined slightly under his weight and resolved to make up with Laura that very evening. It was too lonely being angry with her.
It was just possible that he was exaggerating things anyway… maybe the way MaryAnn and her brother were reacting was normal for their ages. He'd have to get a book on adolescents and find out. Meanwhile, he intended to try to relax and enjoy the movie.
MaryAnn began munching on her popcorn. This was her favorite movie theater… the one she always came to, where they thought she was over sixteen. She recalled how a couple of times men had sat down next to her during the movies and started to push their legs annoyingly against her thighs. She had always jumped right up and changed her seat. It was funny, she thought, to be here for the first time with someone else. A cartoon came on, and she impatiently waited for it to end, the main feature being a film of special interest to her. She had already seen it twice, and now she was very interested to see her new stepfather's reaction to certain scenes. She wasn't quite sure why it was happening, but she was feeling very strange tinglings whenever she looked at Don. After all, she had actually seen him making love to her mother and heard the incredible things he made her feel. Now that she had had such delightful experiences with her brother, she found it hard to stop imagining what it would be like to be made love to by a grown man… by her own daddy!
Kiss my yellow flower.
The title of the movie scrawled over the screen beneath its original Swedish name and then superimposed over a woman's naked belly and navel came the credits.
While Don watched, in astonishment, the oversized shot of the woman's stomach began to twist and turn slowly beneath the changing credits.
"What kind of movie is this anyway?" he thought… but before he could even complete the thought, the answer was clear, for the camera moved upwards on the woman's lean and lovely torso until it panned fully upon her firmly pointed breasts. Two enormous nipples stared out from the screen in full Technicolor and as the credits slowly disappeared from the wide screen, two black hands reached out from behind the woman's body and grabbed a full rounded white breast in each palm.
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 when her fingers reached its reassuring bulk. When Don didn't stop her, she smiled, encouraged; and continued, squeezing it beneath the flimsy fabric of his summer pants and moving her hand up and down. It felt wonderful! So big! Far bigger than her baby brother's… and she knew how good that felt! She squirmed a bit in her seat just thinking about it, and continued feeling its ever stiffening warmth beneath her boldly insinuating fingers.
"Oooohhh…" she sighed. "Oh, Don… you're turning out to be such a nice Daddy after all!" She heard her stepfather groan at her words and then came the satisfaction of feeling his penis surge upward beneath her trembling hand. It was so wonderful!
Don knew that he was becoming involved in something that would irrevocably change his life… and yet he found himself letting it happen… it was as if he were watching the entire scene from afar, too far away to change anything that was happening. When he felt MaryAnn's sweet young thigh pressing into his, moving sensuously back and forth, he welcomed it… welcomed it and even started to encourage her. He couldn't struggle against what he was feeling any longer. Almost unconsciously, his hand reached out and made searing contact with the soft white flesh of his stepdaughter's leg. Her skirt was way above her knees and a wide area of tempting flesh was exposed to his hand. She was still eagerly kneading his cock and Don's hand groped hungrily at her willingly offered silky skin.
His brain whirled. From the screen a low animal-like growl signaled that the black man was ready to enter his pretty Swedish girl friend. The entire lewd act could be seen from afar, the camera having pulled back so as to encompass the entire room. The blonde girl called out his name and then howled… a bloodcurdling sound that made MaryAnn grab hard onto Don's impossibly rigid prick and Don's hand go sliding upward toward the high unreachable, forbidden spot between the teen-ager's slightly parted legs.
Suddenly, the black and white film couple were fucking… right before Don and MaryAnn's eyes. The black man could be seen pushing and arching his back, rearing backwards, stabbing forward, letting his long hardened pole of excited male flesh part the tight clenching little orifice of the young girl's golden-haired pussy. Although it couldn't be seen, one could sense the tender, hair-lined lips between her legs straining, the moist pink dabs of flesh between her voluptuous thighs moistening, being battered and maneuvered into place as the huge-sized cock advanced slowly into her waiting cunt.
Don's fingers assumed lives of their own. He was so close… Oh, God…! So close to that darling puffy little pussy that he knew lurked up there between her limply spread thighs.
"Don't let him stop…" MaryAnn thought. "Oh, let his fingers continue…" Her tiny cunt felt like a hot jeweled button between her legs and she could feel her nylon panties getting moist from her excitement. Tiny ripples of pleasure were running all over her as the large hand on her naked thigh advanced inch by inch.It was really going to happen! Her entire being felt warm and receptive… womanly and delicious… as she knew her first female triumph of seduction. Moving downward ever so slightly, she let her snugly covered pussy grind up teasingly against the tips of her conquered stepfather's searching fingers.
Don gasped audibly… he was stimulated far beyond anything healthy. He felt his young stepdaughter smooth her hips about… the warm little ass lifting upwards off the theater seat so that his hand was cupped full over her hot young pussy! The ultra-hot skin of her surrounding thighs parted further and the little mound of her fourteen-year-old cunt was sliding wetly along his hand. Moisture seeped through the nylon of her panties to his skin and through the thin fabric he could feel her flattened pubic hair and the twin mounds of soft flesh that formed a deep cleft of erotic tissue.
MaryAnn thought she might faint from pleasure. Flushed and excited, she leaned upward whispering into her stepfather's unbelieving ear.
"I want to call you daddy all the time… Please, Don… can I call you Daddy?"
Don did not… in fact, could not answer her. Her budding adolescent breasts had brushed against his arm and through his sleeve he'd been able to feel the taut hard nipples. He couldn't stop his wildly fluttering fingers now. They slid and rubbed against her fuzz-covered pussy, feeling the hot throbbing of her excited little vagina. He was sweating profusely as her frenzied fingers still fumbled at his aching penis.
"Daddy… Daddy…" he heard her murmuring. "Don't stop… oh, please don't stop!"
The sticky material of her soaking panties had all but disappeared and it felt as if he was in direct contact with her enticingly spread genitals, but MaryAnn wanted more. Whispering once more in his burning ear and once more pressing her breasts into his arm, she implored…
"Inside, Daddy… slip your hand under my panties… do it, please do it…"
"Oh, God…" Don hissed between his teeth as he suddenly felt his fingers pushing aside the passion-moistened crotch-band and moving in and under the tight elastic leg band of his teenage stepdaughter's panties.
"Yes… Yes… yeeeeessss…" he heard her moan as she squirmed upward so that his finger could get under the clinging skin-tight nylon material.
Don's breath caught in his throat… his mouth dry… his lips parched. The way her sparse little cunt curls brushed his fingertip was enough to make him go stark raving mad. Then there was the incredible moisture… the youthfully soft slit of her vaginal flanges, tight and waiting. He moaned to himself, his eyes staring sightlessly at the screen and then let his invading middle finger worm salaciously upward through the wet folds of quivering young pussy flesh to the erect nib of MaryAnn's wildly twitching clitoris.
"MMmmmmmm… oooohhhh Daddy… Daaaaady… oooooohhhhhhh…" she crooned in a low whisper, her hot little cunt gyrating about so that she was fucking herself and he hardly had to move his finger inside the minuscule arena of her hungrily throbbing pussy.
The young teen-aged girl seemed so hungry for her stepfather's touch… so anxious… and finally so relieved when he reached her hidden secret parts that Don couldn't help thinking to himself… "… hot little number… hot little bitch of a number…"
But he tried desperately, even while his finger was sliding about over her heatedly squirming pussy and her hand was insistently fondling the exterior of the granite shaft of his cock, to remind himself that he had to stop what was happening… to stop because she was only a child… only fourteen… and what was more she was his own wife's daughter!
"Oh, Daddy… inside please… go inside!"
"No…! No, MaryAnn I can't… I can't!"
Don whispered urgently, keeping his voice as low as he could, painfully aware of their public surroundings.
"Yes, Daddy… yes you can… Oh, please… don't you want to do to me what you do to Mom… don't you… you know, we've seen you, Rick and I… and we always hear you… won't you do that to me, too… please Daddy…" Once more her lips grazed his cheek and sought his mouth. The sweet honeyed taste of her tongue thrust in between his slightly parted lips and urgently, Don's middle finger went worming slowly upward into the tiny opening of his stepdaughter's vagina. The tiny orifice clung to his finger damply as MaryAnn's mouth clung to his… he could feel her tight youthful cunt flesh melting around his surging finger, feel her breath hot upon his face, her mouth desperately sucking upon his. Up… up his finger went, feeling all her youth and innocence squirming about upon it… all her pent-up desire wetting his curving digit as it snaked up slowly, ever and ever higher. A low growl came from her throat and Don felt her little cunt contracting and sucking voraciously against his middle finger. Lewd thoughts ran through his mind… if he could just get his cock into that tight little pussy… if only… But her sweet soft lips were caressing his and her face was desire racked and tormented by the rising plunder between her trembling white thighs.
This is all my fault… all my fault… he kept thinking. But then… Oh, God… what a sweet little pussy… oh, Jesus…! His prick was about to burst and his finger had suddenly gone as far as it could go. Lovingly, he let it revolve teasingly around within the moist confines of his fourteen-year-old stepdaughter's pussy and then push upward against the straining womb of the half-child.
"… Daddy…" she mumbled softly into his mouth, "… Ooooohhhhh… Daddy… oooooohhhhhh Daddy… I'mmmmmm… ooooohhhhhh… yeeeeesssss… doooooo iiiittt… ddooooo iiitt… oooooohhhhh… iiii… looooovve you… looooooveoooooohhhhhahhhhh… yyyyyyeeeeesssssaaaahhh!!!"
The softly intoned cries of her climaxing agony met her stepfather's whirling mind like a sharp slap in the face, but a slap that caused no pain but rather the expanding relief of ecstasy within his tormented loins.
God, he was cumming too right there in the Goddamned movie theater with people sitting all around them. It was unbelievable… but he was cumming too. His finger felt like a greased piston doing its appointed job in a tightly convulsing glove of wet flesh that it fitted to perfection. What he was doing seemed for those instants, right and good… and he knew he was doing it well. She was cumming so deliciously around his hard middle finger as he pushed the ridges of pink delicate flesh ever forward and upward into the tight wetness of her excitedly contracting pussy. Don could feel MaryAnn's thighs quivering and hot against his hand and as his own orgasm expanded helplessly beneath his stepdaughter's grasping hand, he let his finger ram up against her cervix, pinning her effectively to the seat of the movie theater. She clung to him, whimpering her joy and holding on as though she might go through the ceiling of the theater if she did not.
They shuddered together for long moments, gradually beginning to hear the foreign sounds emanating from the screen, gradually separating to sit once more staring straight ahead of them.
Don looked back at the lewd film. His trousers were wet and he felt uncomfortably sticky with his own orgastic juices. Slowly he withdrew his cramped finger from MaryAnn's slippery genitals.
On the screen, the black man and the young Swedish girl were outdoors and seemed about to join two other young people for a nude swim.
"Come on…" Don said quickly, grabbing his stepdaughter by the hand. "Let's get out of here!"