♠ Chapter 02 ♠ ♥ “Jerry” Sunday, October 4 ♥
You wake up to hear a sound coming from the kitchen and see that your lovely wife is no longer in bed, it is safe to assume that she is making breakfast. For one glorious moment, you can almost convince yourself that what happened last night was just a dream, a strange and horrible dream. Your beautiful, modest, catholic, perfect wife, with whom you have been married for twenty years, could not have masturbated in front of you while watching an interracial porn movie, right? But as much as you wanted to deny it the memories are real, yes, Hannah got turned on while watching a huge black man fucking like a whore an actress who was almost identical to her, yes, it was your wife who murmured words of adoration towards a huge twelve-inch black cock, and yes, it was Hannah who had angrily defended the violent and macho attitude of that huge black male, saying that when a black man calls a white girl a whore IT IS a compliment and not an insult.
Finally, you gather what little strength you have and get up, after taking a quick shower you go downstairs and listen to her talking to your son Alex. “It was beautiful Alex! There was such raw passion on screen and such a pure and intense love between the actors that it was overwhelming… I think you would like the movie!” You listen to Hannah.
"Sounds like it was great, maybe I'll see it later," you hear Alex answer softly. Well, everything she says is soft and sweet, and unbelievably her voice is more delicate, musical, and softer than her mother's and sister's. Alex is very effeminate and everyone mistakes him for a girl, you suspect that your son is gay, but you have a small and fragile hope that he is not, your father would never forgive you for giving him a little sissy as a grandson. You turn the corner into the kitchen and see Hannah smiling. "There you are, honey!" Hannah says as she puts some more bread in the toaster.
"Good morning, good morning, Alex!" You see your son, Alex is Small, or as everyone calls him Alexi, he's wearing an old black T-shirt with a rock band logo for pajamas, it is huge on him at least three sizes bigger than him, it goes about Halfway down his thick, hairless, thighs, not a single hair seems to grow on Alex, he's never had to shave, and he won't need to anytime soon. Alex will be 15 years old at the end of the month, on October 31. Your delicate son started his first year of high school at the beginning of September, your wife was excited and threw a party for her 'special' child. Alex is actury special child, he is quite pale, he is even whiter than his mother and sister, his porcelain white skin is sensitive, his shoulders are narrow, his waist is as thin and narrow as that of a ballet dancer, his wavy strawberry blonde hair reaches to her ears, the color is so intense that it is almost impossible to believe that it is natural, but it is, inherited from her grandmother Ruth, your mother.
Alex's face is extremely beautiful, small, childlike, and cute, with a cute little upturned nose, he has thin long feminine eyebrows framing huge grey-green eyes, identical to Hannah's those beautiful and With her brooding irises guarded by long, thick, curling lashes, Alex had inherited all of his mother's beautiful delicate feminine features including her plump lips, his pink, juicy, soft lips are smaller than Hannah's, and therefore they look even fatter and puffier as if Alex is pouting cutely all the time. Surprisingly, what gets the most attention in his beautiful porcelain doll face are not his huge, almond-shaped eyes nor his fat and juicy lips it is his nice sharp ears.
Alex had been born with a genetic defect called Stahl's ear. Their ears are thin, elongated, and a little pointy… exactly like the ears of an elf or a beautiful little fairy. When the doctors recommended they do a little cosmetic surgery that consists of cutting off the excess cartilage from the ears. the tips and force his ears to take a normal shape based on stitches, Hannah flatly refused, for her those thin elongated, sharp fairy ears seemed the most beautiful thing in the world, and she would never allow them to hurt her special child. Alex for his part always felt self-conscious about those strange ears, and thanks to the bullying he suffered all his life at school because of it, he wears his long hair in a bob cut to cover his elven ears.
His porcelain skin is dotted with hundreds of tiny pink freckles that seem strategically placed, he has small constellations spread all over his delicate and pale body, on the bridge of his nose, shoulders, hips, lower abdomen, and from his lower back to the beginning of his buttocks, you know because you bathed him until he was ten years old. The delicate white boy is even smaller than you, at 1.60m tall, he looks like an infant, not someone who is two weeks away from his 15th birthday, his shoulders are narrow and thin, his arms are thin and elegant, his hands are small with slender long fingers.
Alex is delicate and soft, not only in the physical aspect, his behavior, his personality, and even his movements and mannerisms are extremely feminine, as axample, Alex has a habit of walking on the balls of his feet, like an expert ballet dancer, always one foot in front of the other, swaying his hips from side to side with each step, keeping his back straight, shoulders back and chest forward, arms at his side with wrists bent out in an extremely effete and feminine gesture as if he is wearing a tulle tutu, yes Alex walks and moves as if he is dancing ballet all the time… which is your fault, you remind yourself.
When Alex was seven years old you took him to a trial class to learn Karate, Alex was already too delicate and effeminate then, and you thought that learning to punch and kick while with other boys would make him more masculine, but Alex spent all the time looking at the neighboring class. Next to the Karate Dōjō in the commercial plaza “BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLIES BALLET” ais small ballet academy for girls and teenagers. Alex simply ignored each of the “SENSEI”'s commands and gawked at how those beautiful and delicate girls dressed in pink leotards jumped and danced.
When a distracted Alex was accidentally hit by one of his classmates and his nose started bleeding, he started crying loudly, you were terrified to come home with Alex bleeding and crying, Hannah was overly protective of him, spoiled him, and treated him like a little prince if Alex told her that he had bled because of you, Hannah would make you pay dearly. When you promised Alex that you would give him anything so that he would stop crying and not tell his mother, Alex pointed with his little hand at the ballet academy and between sobs said, "I want to do that!" You tried to explain that the ballet was only for girls, but Alex didn't want any of that and started yelling again, you finally gave in and enrolled the boy in the girly pink ballet school.
The beautiful French teacher, Madame Papillon was delighted to receive Alex in her class, and that same day after calling Hannah and telling her that Alex wanted to practice ballet, your wife delightedly transferred a large amount of money to the account of the beautiful teacher that small fortune covered the first three months of school, seven complete sets of clothes, one for each day of the week! (Alex apparently would even go on Sundays to practice), two pairs of ballet shoes and other accessories, such as ribbons, rings, and balls with which the girls practiced the different choreographies. Madame Papillon took measurements of Alex's body and noted down his shoe size and told you that she will take Alexis after school on Monday at three in the afternoon.
As you walked back home with Alex who was jumping with joy and excitement, you tried to convince yourself that maybe the fact that your son went to ballet class wasn't so bad, maybe what attracted him to that class was the beautiful girls in pink leotards and tutus, and being the only boy in the class, Alex would be assured of all the male roles in the choreographies, giving him full access to a dozen beautiful girls with whom he would dance. You thought the clothes the teacher would give Alex would be the boys' version of what the girls wore, but, when the following Monday after picking up your son from school with Hannah, to see Alex's first ballet class you were in for a big surprise when the beautiful French woman gave your wife seven tight pink leotards, seven pairs of white tights, seven pairs of knee-highs, seven pairs of mid-thighs, all with girly pink lace, and three pairs of pink leg warmers. She also gave her half a dozen pink, silver, and gold tiaras, all adorned with pretty pink or white flowers and butterflies, a small silver tiara with pink rhinestones, and finally three pretty wands with pink ribbons of different lengths, two cheerleading batons, also pink, three transparent silicone hoops with pink sparkles, and a small pink rubber ball the size of a melon.
"Damn, everything was pink!" Hannah looked at you strangely and between stutters, you explained to the teacher that Alex was a boy and that you thought she knew. Madame Papillon's eyes widened looking at little Alexis, again she swore deeply that she thought Alexis was a girl.
"With that name, that pink hair, and those little elf ears, I thought that... besides, you knew that this academy is only for girls, it says it very clearly there," pointing to the canopy above the entrance. You and Hannah looked, and yes, there under the words “BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLIES BALLET” written in cutesy, very girly neon pink letters, it clearly said, “Girls Artistic Gymnastics and Ballet Academy.” You looked terrified at Hannah who looked at you disappointed and angry but she didn't say anything to you.
“I get it, it was my fault…” you stammered in embarrassment, “Could you give us our money back and cancel the registration?”
"I'm sorry… I can't give you your money back… I already used most of it to buy your son's outfits, and as you said it was your fault." Alex who had heard everything, began to cry bitterly, and Madame Papillon looked at him tenderly. Hannah seeing her pretty boy crying about her tried to convince the teacher to give Alex a chance.
"Listen, Madame Papillon, I understand that Alex is a boy, but come on, you can see that he's prettier than half of your students, and for the fortune I've paid he deserves at least a class, right?" The beautiful French woman looked angrily at Hannah, but after taking a look at Alex who was still crying anguishedly, her face softened.
“Okay, you can stay today, but if you don't show commitment, or discipline, or are disobedient, you will have to leave without any refund, do you agree?" Madame Papillon was looking at Hannah, both of them had completely forgotten about you.
“It's a deal,” Hannah replied and shook the teacher's hand. Hannah then spoke to Alex and they both went to the changing rooms, when they came out a few minutes later, Alex looked like a beautiful little girl, the tight leotard hugging his little body like a second skin, and his long legs were sheathed in her white stockings, his small feet wore the pink ballet shoes quite naturally, but what completed the transformation was his strawberry blonde hair styled and supported by a beautiful silver diadem with a white rose that rested on one of his elven ears. If you thought Alex's small penis would stick out of that tight leotard, you were completely wrong, her belly and crotch looked completely flat, and when you asked in a whisper Hannah simply said, "A little feminine trick," and winking at him but did not clarify her response, Madame Papillon also looked in amazement at Alex, who looked like a pink forest fairy.
Soon the class began, and you were surprised how your little boy who had shown himself to be clumsy and slow in Karate class, now moved with elegance and naturalness, copying every movement of his classmates and his teacher almost instantly, every little jump Alex repeated each step, each feminine movement of the arms and hands, with ease and naturally, when the teacher ordered them to practice poses and stretches for gymnastics, you discovered that your son was extremely flexible, he could stretch his long legs at impossible angles without pain. They spent two hours practicing poses, jumps, stretching, and somersaults, the teacher then put on classical music and ordered Alexis to watch her classmate's dance choreography, the show was pretty, but not perfect, there were twelve girls between the ages of 5 and 13 most of them knew what they were doing, and a couple of them looked realtacular, but three or four made a lot of mistakes that the teacher corrected in a loud, firm voice.
When the music ended and Madame Papillon ordered them to take the starting position once more, Alexis skipped over girly, taking her place with the other girls, when the teacher told her that maybe she'd better watch the choreography more than once, Alex, who had always been shy and submissive, this time disobeyed and told her with his soft, high-pitched voice, full of confidence that he was ready. Madame Papillon looked at him intrigued, and in the end, she allowed him to try. The music began again, and to the surprise of the French teacher, to your own rise, to Hannah's, and to the half dozen mothers who stayed to watch their *********' rehearsals, Alex repeated the choreography that had been performed almost perfectly! He only messed up a couple of times in the more complicated poses, unlike the four girls you'd noticed before, who made half a dozen mistakes. When the young ballerinas finished the beautiful dance, everyone was silently amazed at how well Alex had done. It was Madame Papillon herself who began to applaud euphorically and with tears in her eyes, she approached little Alexis and told him that it was the first time she had seen someone so young and so talented, so natural.
She later was the one who begged Hannah to let Alexis stay, she said that as long as she dressed as a girl and the other parents didn't find out about it, Alexis could attend her academy, a talent like his comes once in a lifetime, she said excitedly.
After three hours of hard training, Alex was drenched in sweat, but with a huge smile on his elfin face, when he returned from the showers, Hannah asked him if he was willing to dress as a girl so she could learn ballet, Alex gave a girly squeal of delight and said, "Yes!"
When you wanted to comment on the matter, alleging that it might not be the best thing to dress your son as a girl and teach him to dance ballet, Hannah said angrily, "It was your fault!" The matter was settled and so from the age of seven to sixteen Alex practiced ballet three hours a day, dressing and dancing like a girl, you never attended any of his rehearsals or any of his performances and you still feel guilty about the fact that your son wore girl costume for ballet dancing.
Alex wanted to keep his ballet classes a secret so only you, Hannah, and Chloe knew about it, to the rest of the world Alex was a shy and quiet pretty boy who wore ugly baggy clothes. You always wanted him to leave the ballet and your wish, unfortunately, came true, Alex left the ballet after the surprise death of Madame Papillon, the beautiful French woman who had died in a plane crash. When Alex turned sixteen, Madame Papillon had flown to France to visit her ******, and the plane she was traveling in crashed due to engine failure, Alex had taken it very badly, and ever since his shyness had worsened, Alex, who had always been submissive, quiet, and shy, but cheerful, had become withdrawn, aloof, and depressed.
Returning to the present you see your son and although you try with all your might to deny it you cannot deny how absolutely beautiful and feminine he is his body is slim, but he always wears big hoodies that are almost dressy with how long they are, they hang past his butt, it's like he wants to hide his long legs, narrow shoulders, or something, the hood of the sweatshirt hides that fancy pink hair and pointy elf ears. He almost always dresses in black and white, Alex seems to adopt more and more of a gothic or emo style, Hannah and Chloe try by all means to cheer him up, including him in their outings and plans, taking him shopping and to the movies, but Alex didn't seem to react to any of it so you thought that moving to a new city would cheer him up, but that hadn't been the case, Alexis has spent the last summer vacation locked in his room, listening to pop music at full volume, and only going out to eat and go to the bathroom, Chloe who has spent her summer at the beach with Emily's ****** invited her little brother to join her but Alex didn't have the energy or the mood to go to a sunny and busy beach and you were too busy getting used to your new job to take a vacation, so Hannah stayed with Alex at the house trying to cheer him up after the terrible loss of his Ballet teacher and the move.
It was obvious that Alex was having a hard time, his depression was obvious he was self-conscious about his body, and you, as his father, felt guilty about all this, you had inherited your own body, small and thin, also your cute face of a good boy not at all manly, and if you had never enrolled him in ballet classes by mistake, Alex would not be suffering for the death of his beloved Madame Papillon, it was your fault that Alex was depressed and it was your fault that he was so feminine, both in his mannerisms and in his body. One day you yourosed to enroll him in a new ballet academy, but the delicate little white boy ran to his room and cried all afternoon, after that no one talked about ballet again.
“Morning!” he says in that sweet delicate soft voice, he always calls you *** but Alex calls Hannah mommy, you've always wondered why, but it's not important. "Looks like you two had a reae night."
“Uh… Yeah, it was fun,” you reply as you sit down.
"Of course it was!" Hannah sets down a breakfast plate with a wink and turns to the sink as you watch her fat round bubble butt bounce a bit as she walks away, she's wearing one of her sexy teacher costumes again, well they're not costumes, but they might as well be, no matter what Hannah wears it all fits her like a sexy Halloween costume.
Hannah seems to think the fun was mutual, but from your point of view, it was the opposite. You remember her figuratively and lasturbating to another man while you sat and watched. You remember her repeating Linda's lines while they were both begging for that BIG BLACK COCK.
“Well, thanks for breakfast, Mommy, I'm going up to my room, I'll probably watch that movie later," and with that, Alex walks delicately up the stairs on the balls of his feet swaying his hips in a smooth, natural way, his hands folded femininely as if on a catwalk.
Hannah looks worriedly at Alex and after sighing she sits down to eat herself, normally the two of you would talk over breakfast but today her face is buried in her phone, her plump lips draw into a slight smile and a slight blush covered her face, you can guess what she is looking at. Towards the end of a quiet breakfast where the only sounds in the room were forks scraping plates and the sounds of Hannah's fingernails tapping on her phone, your ******** Chloe walks into the apartment with her friend Emily.
"Hello Mom, hello ***!" You see your beautiful and sweet ******** walk into the kitchen with happy little hops, which causes her huge double-D breasts to bounce sensually.
If Alex inherited her mother's beauty and eyes, Chloe had inherited Hannah's sensual body, her silky white skin, but slightly tanned, set off her long, wavy, dark brown hair that fell to her enormous breasts, long enough to cover her nipples. While Alex's face was feminine, cute, and tender, Chloe's beautiful face was beautiful but sensual, with high cheekbones, a perfect little nose, and full red lips, though not as puffy and fat as her mother's and brother's, a distinguished and feminine chin, perfectly defined eyebrows, and curly eyelashes loaded with mascara made her beautiful blue eyes stand out, Mediterranean blue, the only feature she inherited from you.
Yes, her face is beautiful and elegant, almost aristocratic, but it's too sensual, one of your coworkers had said at the last Christmas party that Chloe looked like Sasha Gray, the famous porn actress, and although you hate to admit it, she had a reason, your girl's beautiful face is almost identical. But it's not just her face that reminded me of a porn star the most, no, it's her incredibly sexy body, Chloe is tall, even taller than her mother, at 6'2" Chloe is four inches taller than you, and she always made you feel awkward looking up at her, she has to bend down every time she kisses you goodbye, which humiliates you immensely. But Chloe's height does not make her look skinny and bony like many tall women, no, her height is well-hidden thanks to the extreme feminine curves that adorn her young body, twenty-one Chloe has a pair of long and shapely legs that seem to last forever, her thick and shapely thighs ending in wide hips that supported a pair of round and soft but firm buttocks, a small but perfect heart-shaped ass, which looks bigger thanks to her Slim waist, Chloe has the narrowest waist you've ever seen. Hannah has always envied Chloe's perfect little bubble butt, Chloe in turn wishes she had her mom's huge fat ass, Women's things.
But if Hannah hasn't inherited her ******** her huge peach-shaped ass if she gave her a pair of round, huge, firm breasts the size of ripe melons, your ********'s young breasts are "D" size, almost "E" They were huge, as big as his head.
You've always been glad that your ******** is a good girl because even though Emily is two years younger than Chloe, she is wilder and more mischievous than she is.
Not that your little girl is shy and submissive like Alex, Chloe is in her own right a force to be reckoned with, she is cheerful, vivacious, brave, and determined, but being raised by Hannah and her grandmother, both demure and modest Catholic women, Chloe grew up to be a good Catholic girl. She is polite, obedient, dresses modestly, has the best grades in school, and is always helping her mother and her little brother.
The time that she does not use to study and help at home is spent on the tennis courts of her university, two hours a day have tanned her white skin giving her a sexy and healthy appearance.
Right now she is wearing a light blue summer dress, which highlights her eyes, the dress although youthful and pretty reaches almost to her ankles, she is wearing nice cork sandals with two-inch heels and although the outfit is quite modest and innocent, the top of this threatens to explode at any moment, Chloe's huge breasts are testing her bra and the light fabric of her dress, and even though your ******** is only showing her slim bare arms and the dress has very little cleavage, it is impossible not to notice how sexy your ******** looks with that gigantic pair of breasts.
“Hello, Mrs. Smalls, Mr. Smalls!” Emily greeted.
Emily is a petite blonde who is a little younger than Chloe, she is a senior in high school, she is eighteen years old, and yet she is the one who commands the duet of friends, it is the beautiful and little Emily who decides when and where to go, and what will they do. Emily is a playboy blonde, she's cute as a little bunny, at 5'7 she's taller than you by only an inch, her golden blonde hair falls straight down to her tiny waist and even though she still has a nice round ass, and a firm pair of C cup breasts, she looks like a twig next to Hannah and Chloe, but any woman looks tthinnext to your wife and ********, both of them had those exaggeratedly sexy curves that made them look like porn stars. Emily's milky white skin is silky smooth thanks to the countless beauty treatments she does every week. Her stomach is flat and sexy, her legs are long and shapely, and her small but firm buttocks betray the hours she spends in the gym. Emily's face resembles that of a Barbie, she has a large mouth with thick and swollen lips, have you ever heard Chloe confess to Hannah that those thick lips are fake, apparently the blonde has to periodically go to the plastic surgeon to fill her collagen lips, you find it funny that that young blonde girl has to go to a surgeon to get her lips to look like your wife's... but it stops being funny when you remember that your son's lips look even sexier than those of this blonde girl, and to your regret Alex's sexy slut lips are natural. A small upturned nose graces Emily's pretty doll face, her perfectly plucked eyebrows frame blue-gray eyes, and her eyelashes are curly and pretty, not quite as long or curly as Alex's, but you've never actually seen one. Longer, curlier eyelashes than your child's. In short, Emily is a completely cliché beautiful, sexy, snooty blonde, she's even the captain of the cheerleading squad, for crying out loud! The rorrying thing about Emily is that she knows how sexy and beautiful she is, and she doesn't miss a chance to show it.
Right now she's wearing tight, very short white jean shorts that expose her milky white thighs, and a pair of white platform pumps with five-inch heels that make her legs and little ass stand out. from anyone. Her flat stomach is exposed, as she is wearing a small long-sleeved top with a huge neckline that reveals the channel between her small breasts, she is not wearing a bra and you can see the shadow of her small nipples under her fine white cloth. Emily dresses and acts like a slut, perky, flirty, and sexy. She misses no opportunity to highlight her feminine charms, she poses and moves so that her small but perky breasts and her perfect tight ass are always on display.
Emily became friends with Chloe and Alex when your cute son entered his new school a year ago, overall she seems like a nice girl, maybe a bit too flirtatious, you're worried she'll start influencing Chloe, but you ddon't dare tosay anything, Chloe looks happy next to her, Hannah thinks Emily is fabulous, and even Alex adores her, and speaking of Alex. “Hello, Alex!” The two beautiful girls say, and you realize your son has returned, this time wearing his typical black jeans and an oversized white sweatshirt with a cute cartoon black cat printed on the front.
“Hi,” Alex replies in his delicate voice, “I just came down for some water.” He apologizes as if he did something wrong.
“Hey, girls!” Hannah says excitedly as she stands up to hug Chloe and Emily.
Hannah places her phone face up on the table and once again the black stud from last night's movie is on the screen, "Oh, what are you looking at, Mrs. Small?" Emily asks cheekily.
“Oh, it's nothing!” Hannah says playfully, a deep blush on her cheeks. “It's just this actor from the movie that Jerry and I saw last night! He…he was rool, and I've been looking at other things that he's been in."
“Let me see!” Emily insists cheerfully, “Oh, Jarrad Christensen? I LOVE HIM! Are you talking about his new movie RESCUE LOVE?"
"Yeah! One of the best movies I've ever seen in my life! I searched for information about the movie, and I found the page of the production house! It's called A.C.E.! And from what I read, it's an independent artistic film production company, focused on promoting acts of reparations and the vindication of the black race, I read their manifesto last night, and I love the whole idea, even though I don't know if I fully understand it!” Hannah almost screams.
“OH MY GOSH! That is great! You can tell that Jarrad left you very impressed!” Emily claps her hands happily, “You're right, A.C.E. is a racially artistic erotic film production company, and its main objective is to promulgate the truth about the black race, and to make clear what is the correct and natural place of the superior black race!”
“What are you two talking about?” Chloe looks somewhat angrily at her friend and her mother who now seem like her best friends.
"Oh, darling! We are talking about the wonderful movie your father and I saw last night!” Hannah sighs excitedly, as she reminisces in rapture the night before, “It's a terrific movie, such a beautiful and romantic story, and the lead actor, Jarrad Christensen is a dream! You and your brother should see it, I'm sure you're going to love Jarrad!" Chloe looks intrigued at her mother's cell phone screen, and a blush covers her cheeks at the sight of the huge, muscular black male.
“Did you know that he and other black actors work for the production company A.C.E.? All the movies produced by them feature handsome and sexy black men!” Emily informs Hannah in an excited voice, "I've seen all of his movies like… I don't know… about ten times each!"
“Really?” Chloe asks, intrigued, “Why have you never mentioned that you watch erotic movies starring black men?” Emily smiles ruefully.
“Well, I was thinking of showing you one of the movies soon, but… I didn't know how you'd react. Now that I know that your mother is interested in the ideology of A.C.E. It is my duty to guide you into the beautiful world of racial justice, acts of reparation, and black superiority!” Emily flashes a mischievous, slightly wicked smile, “As I said, I'm going to show you my collection of A.C.E. I almost have the complete collection!” For some reason you cringe in fear, you don't like anything the little blonde is saying, racial justice? acts of reparation? black superiority?
“Is that true?” Hannah asks excitedly, “Is Jarrad in any other movies like RESCUE LOVE?” Her beautiful gray eyes sparkle with excitement.
“Of course, he's in more A.C.E. movies!” Chloe replies with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips, “Jarrad is one of their most famous actors, having starred in like half of the A.C.E. movies, and so far the collection consists of almost 200 films!” You almost spit out your coffee, having found out that your ********'s friend, who is eighteen years old, watches porn movies where black men fuck beautiful white women to madness, without any censorship. What's more, you realize that Emily has seen Jarrad starring in dozens of movies like the one you and Hannah watched last night, which means she's seen Jarrad's huge twelve-inch black cock. You don't know how to feel about it, while it's true that Emily is of legal age, it's also true that you don't like the thought of petite blonde Emily masturbating while watching muscular black males with huge black cocks wildly fucking sexy white women.
“Is he the one you've been telling me about, Mommy?” Alex asks curiously and again stands on the tip of his toes, but this time trying to see the cell phone Hannah is holding.
“It's him, Alex, just look at him! Isn't that a dream?” You, seeing your wife show the image of the muscular half-naked black stallion to your son and Alex opening his beautiful doe eyes to their fullest and his plump little mouth in an expression of wonder and delight.
“Oh my God, he is… he is… beautiful… he is perfect!” Alex says between soft, delicate moans of amazement, his huge gray eyes still open as he tries to devour the black alpha male in the photo with his gaze and you can see how his cheeks turn red as he blushes.
"It is! He's so perfect!” Hannah jumps up and down like a schoolgirl.
“I have to admit, he's very handsome, and very big,” Chloe is blushing and fans her beautiful face with her hand to emphasize how hot Jarrad makes her feel.
“I'm pretty sure he's dating the RESCUE LOVE actress now, what was her name? Anna Heather or something like that." Emily says cheerily.
“Oh that makes me so happy, they looked so perfect together!” Hannah replies.
“Yes, they are terfect for each other. It was a bit scandalous because Anna Heather was married to a pathetic white boy when they filmed the movie and there are rumors that Jarrad aot her pregnant during filming. No one can hate her though, right? I mean, look at him!” Emily fades dreamily and the four white girls… correct yourself, three white girls and a cute, girly white boy, take a moment to admire Hannah's phone screen.
"I haven't seen RESCUE LOVE yet, but I feel like I need it now," Emily said with a mischievous smile.
"We could see it later if you girls want, I have to run to the store for a moment," Hannah said quickly.
“Of course we do!” Chloe and Emily say in unison.
“I want to see it too!” Alex murmurs shyly, the little blond boy standing with his hands between his thighs swaying shyly hoping to be included.
“I see Alex has a crush on Jarred too, little brother!” Chloe says stroking Alex's pink hair as she treated Alex like her personal little pet.
"No! I... no... he... no... I... I want to see the movie because of the story, Mommy says it's very romantic..." Alex stutters in the same way that you do, but in him, that nervousness and clumsiness makes him look cute and lovable not silly and pathetic.
"Oh come on Alex! Any pretty white girl would fall in love at first sight with Jarrad Christensen! And you are the prettiest and whitest girl I know!” Emily laughs as she teases Alex.
“I'm not a girl!” Alex replies indignantly.
Hannah and Chloe laugh hysterically as Alex covers his pretty face with the long sleeves of her sweatshirt. His beautiful elf features are completely colored red from embarrassment. Hannah and Chloe stop laughing and hug Alex as they comfort him. "Trust me Alex if Jarrad has impressed you with just one photo, when you see him in action you are going to fall in love," Hannah calls out to your son, trying to cheer him up, and you can't believe your ears. “You will get to see Jarrad Christensen in all his… huge, fat, black glory! It's an erotic art movie, you're going to rnjoy the story, but also the hot scenes, I know I enjoyed them!” Hannah giggles as she blushes at the memory of last night.
You haven't said a word for what seems like forever as your kitchen fills up with beautiful white girls drooling over this black stud in front of you, forgetting about you. But when you realize that your sexy and beautiful ******** and your delicate and effeminate boy will see interracial pornography something in you is revealed and you decide to speak.
“Hannah darling, don't you think this movie is too explicit for our children, it has very violent scenes and I don't think it's a good idea for them to watch pornography…” but your complaint is interrupted by two angry female voices.
“It's not pornography! it's racially erotic cinema!” Hannah and Emily yell in outrage, you recoil in fright and sit back down intimidated. “A.C.E. is a racially erotic artistic film production company! This production house is supported by the BLACK POWER MOVEMENT or BPM, which is a government organization funded by the government as part of the Reparations Act that the Democratic Party has passed in Congress. A.C.E. focuses on filming stories of racial empowerment and intercultural erotic and affective relationships, to promote the necessary black supremacy and the acts of reparation that the white race must carry out towards black men. Who were enslaved for centuries! Any act of violence or revenge against the white man in those films is justified, and acts of sexual submission by white girls towards superior black males are almost mandatory in all filming! Therefore, if there are scenes of explicit sex between a black man… a real man, and a white girl or a cute little white femboy, it should be taken as a ritual of reparation for the black race and not as a vulgar sexual act! There is nothing pornographic about any of the movies produced by A.C.E. understood?!" Hannah, Chloe, and Alex clapped excitedly and smile. The speech full of complicated words and racial philosophy came out of Emily's pretty mouth as if it were the ten commandments. You just gape, startled by the fierceness with which Emily defends the film and the production company making said films, wondering what the hell words like femboy, acts of reparation, and sexual submission mean, and if you heard correctly, Chloe had said black supremacy?
"That a girl! Let your roar be heard!" Chloe congratulates her best friend. “Why didn't you ever tell me about this… ideology of this amazing philosophy? I want to know everything, everything about A.C.E., I want to know everything about African culture, and the black race! I want to join the BLACK POWER MOVEMENT!” Your ********'s blue eyes are shining with excitement at the thought of entering this new world of racial justice, Chloe can't hide her excitement at belonging to this strange BLACK POWER MOVEMENT, and she's giving excited little jumps that cause her gigantic tits to bounce vulgarly.
“That was so inspiring Emily! She Counts on me to be a part of the BLACK POWER MOVEMENT, I want racial justice too! Although to be honest this is all brand new to me, just yesterday I found A.C.E.'s page, read a bit of her manifesto, and… I want racial justice too and I completely agree with you, Emily. RESCUE LOVE, it's not pornography, it's a work of art that talks about how beautiful the union of two races is, by the way, what does A.C.E. mean?" Hannah asks excited to have Emily to guide her, who seemed to be an expert on the subject.
“A.C.E. is the acronym for AFRICAN CULT EDEN!"
“Love between black men and white women?” Alex moaned in disappointment and was genuinely sad, “Only white women?” he asked softly.
Emily turned to the beautiful little blond boy and smiling in an almost motherly way hugged her pretty son.
"Oh, Alex! You don't have to feel sad! Of course the A.C.E. They don't just promote interracial love between sexy white girls and strong black males! The production company A.C.E. and the BPM are committed to promoting the acts of reparation of the white race, and the best and most valuable act of atonement that a pretty and delicate white boy as you can perform is to give up his weak and pathetic masculinity and give up his body, her mind and heart to a strong black male to be feminized and used as property of the black race. There are at least fifty movies that focus on the love between powerful African males and delicate and pretty white sissy boys like you and half of those movies star Jarrad Christensen!” Alex blushes as a huge, beautiful smile spreads across his fat, slutty lips.
“Sissy boys, has Jarrad done erotic movies with sissy boys like… do you mean white boys like me?” Your cute son asks excitedly, his beautiful fairy face completely rosy, and his beautiful gray eyes shine with hope and longing.
"Oh my God Alex! We all know you're completely in love with Jarrad! But try to control yourself, little naughty girl!" Chloe teases her little brother who embarrassingly hides behind the thick, long sleeves of her hoodie.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of Alex! It's normal for a pretty girly white boy like you… a cute sissy boy like you to fall head over heels for a black alpha male like Jarrad Christensen! You're neither the first nor the last little slut to go crazy over one of A.C.E.'s black actors! I only have a couple of erotic love movies between black bulls and little white boys like you! I am delighted to give them to you So you can start your collection.” Emily continues to hug and cheer for Alex, who just can't contain his excitement or his smile.
"Really, would you gift me those wonderful movies?!" The pretty pink-haired boy is so ecstatic at the idea of watching those interracial sex movies that his high-pitched voice threatened to become almost inaudible.
"My God, Alex! You're about to pee yourself, get hold of yourself, girl!” Chloe again laughs and teases her excited little brother.
“Chloe dear, don't make fun of Alex, Emily is right! It is only natural that a sensitive and feminine little white boy like my Alex would fall madly in love with a man as strong, powerful, and black as Jarrad! Alex be a good boy and thank Emily!" Hannah always defends and pampers her special child.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Emily! I promise I'll take care of those movies and start my collection!" Alex was doing girly, excited little jumps as he hugs his blonde friend.
“Dammit, Emily! Why didn't you ever tell me about A.C.E.?! Why have you never lent me any of those amazing erotic art movies?! I thought we were friends!” Chloe crosses her arms pretending to be angry, which causes her gigantic breasts to stick out obscenely.
“I'm sorry girl, I'm sorry! But like I said, I didn't know how you'd react if I told you about acts of reparation and black superiority,” Emily hugs your busty ******** and apologizes in sweet whispers, “Now that I know all three of you know a real man when you look at him! Come, I sure as hell will show you everything I know about acts of reparation, white guilt, racial justice, and black supremacy!" Chloe smiles and hugs her blonde friend back, now all is forgiven.
“It's decided, we need to see RESCUE LOVE! today I have to go downtown for some oils and to order a couple of canvases, and then I'll go to the supermarket… But if you want, tonight we can watch the film together.” Hannah says as she takes her bag and leaves the apartment, you note sourly that your wife has an excited little bounce in her footsteps.
“Okay, I want to spend the whole day learning more about A.C.E. the acts of reparation, and the superiority of black men… let's wait for you to come back in my room, come on Emily you have a lot to teach Alex and me! Come on little brother, I know that you also want to learn to be a good white boy!" Chloe says as the three of them jump into Chloe's room, you notice how Alex walks even more feminine than Chloe and Emily, all the while on the balls of her little feet, one foot in front of the other, swaying her hips, and with her pretty, little hands folded at the waist, it's like every natural feminine gesture for girls, Alex exaggerates it to the limit, to be more feminine than the most feminine of women.
"Okay. Okay. Don't get angry! I will show you the official page of A.C.E. and I will explain to them all the ideology about black supremacy.” Emily tries to calm down her friend as the three children go upstairs and suddenly you find herself alone in the kitchen without a single goodbye, to clean up breakfast.
You spend the day in front of your old laptop, writing code in Hannah's room… that is, the master bedroom, for some reason you have never felt that room as your own, you think of the place as Hannah's room, and whenever you are here whether working or sleeping you feel like a guest, an intruder. As the sun begins to set, you hear Hannah coming through the apartment door. You stand up and stretch, cracking your back after being hunched over in front of the screen all day. When you go downstairs you see your sexy wife carrying a small bag of groceries and she asks you to bring the rest. Reluctantly you get up and go to the car to do this you must leave your luxurious apartment and go down four floors to the basement of the building, all the cars of the families that live in the building are parked down there. The place is wide, dark, and cold, like all parking lots, it has a capacity for 20 cars. Two parking spaces for each apartment, your ****** is entitled to four parking spaces since your apartment occupies two floors. The cars that are now parked in the basement are not quite luxury cars, but they are expensive and new, to which your little old car stands out like a sore thumb. There, old, dull, and a little dented, sits your red 2008 Suzuki SX4, though the paint is so sun-bleached it looks more like hot pink. You've been driving that ugly car for seven years and you were already bored with it a year ago when you and your ****** moved to New York. With your new job and juicy new paycheck, you thought you might finally upgrade to a newer model, but Hannah wouldn't give you a dollar for it, she said very outraged that you were being very selfish by wanting to buy a new car for yourself when the one you already had worked perfectly, and it was true, you keep your ugly old car fully functional because it is one of the few things that belongs completely to you.
When Hannah was done scolding you, she was the one who bought herself a new late-model car. a luxurious pearl white 2015 Honda Odyssey that was parked right next to your faded old car. You open the trunk of that huge "Mom Van" and discover that inside there are more than six paper bags full of food and various products. You sigh tired at the prospect of lugging all those bags to the top floor, you'll have to make several trips, thank goodness for elevators. As you grab the bags, a magazine falls out of one of them, and on the cover is the beautiful Anna Heather, and if she looked like your wife before, now she could be Hannah herself, her breasts were already big when she filmed the infamous movie, but now they look huge, almost the same size as Hannah's.
The beautiful and sensual Anna Heather is standing there looking directly at the camera, posing completely nude for the cover of that magazine, but it's not just Anna's sexy slutty body that attracts attention, Jarrad Christensen, also naked, is behind her embracing her, possessing her, her right hand is squeezing the huge left breast of the beautiful white woman, causing her huge muscular arm to cover and crush the huge left breast, preventing Anna's pretty pink nipples from being in the spotlight view. Her other huge black hand covers Anna's vagina possessively, the beautiful brunette has both hands on her swollen round belly, Anna Heather looks very happy and very pregnant, she has the biggest smile you've ever seen. Jarrad who is taller than Anna by at least a foot stands out behind the white female body like a giant, he is also looking at the camera, and smiling, but it is a smirk, a smug and confident half smile, his dark eyes are cold, evil and for a moment you can almost feel that this huge black male is mocking you.
You read the cover in disbelief.
You ask yourself all those questions while carrying three bags at the same time, clumsily entering the elevator, and with difficulty pressing the button for the top floor...
You can't stop staring at the obscene cover of that bizarre magazine, because you stupidly placed it on top of the middle bag, the lewd image of that naked and pregnant Hannah-like porn actress being embraced possessively by the manly, muscular, and tall black male burns into your pupils with each passing second. You decide that you want to read what kind of nonsense may be written on its pages and with great difficulty you try to turn the pages of that infamous magazine to see inside, and at that precise moment the elevator stops in the lobby, and thanks to the surprise You drop the magazine, and there on two pages is a pornographic photo of Jarrad Christensen. The huge black male is reclining on white silk sheets, and the very naked and very pregnant Anna Heather is straddling him, showing her swollen belly and fat heavy white tits in profile, Jarrad has his huge black hands covering her gigantic white udders. The voluptuous and sexy copy of your wife has her head behind her arching her back sensually, her beautiful eyes are closed with pleasure, and the sexy woman is biting her lower lip provocatively.
Terrified you look at that vulgar image of interracial love, and even more terrified you look up at the entrance to the elevator, where the Harrisons are staring at the floor.
The Harrisons are the couple who live in the apartment below yours. Gerald Harrison is a 50-year-old white man, he is a few inches shorter than you, but unlike you, he is extremely fat, he was once brown, but now what little hair he has left is completely gray and it is only a fringe that it wraps around his head from ear to ear, giving him the look of a Catholic friar, his greasy bald head gleaming in the elevator light, his small porcine eyes wide open behind thick bottle-bottomed glasses. You can notice how his forehead begins to peel with beads of sweat, and his stocky ugly face is painted red up to his ears.
His wife, Harriet Harrison, on the other hand, is a blonde, beautiful, and elegant woman. She is tall, at least 1.78m tall, blonde, and her smooth alabaster skin is silky smooth and completely white, her beautiful face is elegant and superb, like a duchess. With a straight, upturned, and haughty nose, her lips, although small and thin, are juicy and appetizing, perfectly outlined. Her blonde hair is beaten gold, shiny, and golden like honey.
Harriet Harrison is 45 years old, but she looks ten years younger, and only a few tiny wrinkles around her beautiful, cool blue eyes give any hint of her true age. Right now those blue eyes are wide open looking at the two-page photograph of Jarrad and Anna Heather, and like her husband, her face is tinged with red, but unlike Gerald's ugly appearance, Harriet looks beautiful with those cheekbones. tall and aristocratic femininely flushed.
The doors close behind them and during the trip to the third floor none of the three say or do anything, only the noise of the elevator going up breaks the uncomfortable atmosphere that has been created thanks to that obscene image of interracial union and reproduction. Nervous you begin to sweat and shake, partly from the weight of the food bags, but the main reason is that now your distinguished neighbors know that either you or Hannah read interracial sex magazines.
Gerald Harrison stops looking at the magazine and turns to look at the doors, but Harriet, that mature lady with an aristocratic appearance and regal demeanor, and who has always been serious, distant, and cold as ice, remains completely absorbed, her eyes fixed and without blinking in that sensual photo of interracial love.
The distinguished woman dresses elegantly, wearing a pink and white plaid blazer and pants set made of thick Scottish wool, under the blazer is a long-sleeved white blouse, and below you can see the silhouette of an expensive white lace bra.
Surprised notes as the cold and serious Mrs. Harrison's nipples bloom beneath her blouse and thick bra. It is incredibly erotic to notice how those two nipples stand out in a vulgar way through those elegant designer clothes, you calculate that Ms. Harrison's breasts must be size C, not too small and not too big, perfect, her tits are still perfectly round and firm, almost youthful, the Harrisons are childless, and you wonder if that's why Harriet keeps those perfect pairs of breasts.
Mrs. Harrison calls her lips and her breathing quickens noticeably and you are furious to realize that Jarrad Christensen has that effect on all women.
Finally, the elevator stops and the doors open, Gerald quickly exits without avoiding eye contact with you, but Harriet is still frozen inside the elevator completely mesmerized by the magazine, Gerald calls out to her a couple of times, but Harriet doesn't react and when the doors are about to close Gerald grabs his wife's arm roughly and drags her away.
When the elevator reaches your floor you somehow manage to put the magazine back in a bag and you enter your house shaking with the effort, you yell for help but no one comes and your force yourself to resist until you reach the kitchen where you leave the bags on the table and while you catch your breath you can see how Hannah is lying on the armchair in the living room looking at the screen of her cell phone completely absorbed, and even from a distance you can notice that your wife is looking at endless photos of enormous black men on Instagram. For a moment you think of interrupting her and angrily asking her to help carry the groceries up, but that stupid thought fades from your mind as you look at your wife's sexy body and lush beauty, then see your lanky, thin reflection in the polished doors stainless steel refrigerator, and you remember how lucky you are to be married to such a beautiful and sexy woman with renewed energy, you prepare to go down to the parking lot once more.
Twenty minutes later, when you've packed all the groceries in the cupboard or fridge, Hannah finally walks into the kitchen, but completely ignoring you, she grabs the infamous magazine and asks the kids to come downstairs, and goes back into the living room, the softness of her eyes shine as she begins to leaf through the magazine.
"You don't normally read magazines, honey." Seeing how your sexy wife wets her lips when turning the pages is too much and you dare to interrupt her and your voice is a weak claim.
"That? As? Oh, it's you, honey!" Hannah looks up at you strangely, as if she had forgotten you were there. "I know, but this one looked so interesting, I had to get it," Hannah answers.
In your head you can guess why it might be “so interesting”, but you don't want to say it out loud. You want to ignore this little fascination Hannah has with the movie and that black actor, you feel like if you pretend it's nothing, it will pass faster and you can go back to how things were.
You can see how his sexy wife with huge tits starts flipping through the strange magazine while a blush dyes her white cheeks, a mischievous smile is drawn on her thick slutty lips, and after a moment she sensually bites her bottom lip enjoying whatever it is that she is reading, Soon, Chloe, Emily, and Alex come downstairs and plop down on the couch next to Hannah, “Oh girls, look what I found!” Hannah says excitedly, showing them the cover of the magazine.
“Is that the latest issue of QUEEN OF SPADES magazine?!” Emily asks, pleasantly surprised, “I see you have a natural instinct for these things Mrs. Smalls. That magazine is also the public A.C.E., it is a dedicated guide for white girls who believe in racial justice, I have all the issues, but I had not bought this month's. I see Anna Heather is on the cover, and look at how hot Jarrad looks, he's such a stud!” Emily sighs dreamily.
“Oh wow, is this Anna Heather? She is so beautiful! And she is beaming!” Chloe says. “Look how happy she looks! Were you so happy when you were pregnant with us?”
“I was happy, but I was also very young, so I was a little scared, Anna seems elated!” Hannah replied.
“How the hell is she not going to be elated?! Jarrad Christensen impregnated her with his superior seed!” Emily is the one who had said these words, “If such a manly strong black African male impregnated me I would be crazy with happiness too!”
“What do you think Alex? Doesn't Anna Heather look beautiful?” Hannah asks the little pink-haired boy.
Alex, who has been looking at the cover of that magazine with his enormous and beautiful fawn eyes, remains silent as if he were in a trance, “Alex?!” Chloe gently shakes her pretty brother and at last, the girly boy reacts.
“Yeah! Sure! Jarrad looks just beautiful… so strong, so tall, so black, so perfect!” Alex replies in his delicate voice without realizing what he said, Hannah, Chloe, and Emily laugh in that high-pitched, hysterical way only spoiled girls can pull off.
“Oh my God Alex, you are so in love with Jarrad! You're a naughty girl!” Emily hugs Alex as she teases him.
"I'm thinking that it's not a good idea for you to see the movie Alex, if a few photos you're already completely smitten by Jarrad when you see how big he is, you're going to go crazy!" Hannah mocks her effeminate son.
Alex who had once again hidden behind the long sleeves of his sweatshirt, discovers his pretty freckled face and angrily he pouts adorably with his thick slutty lips, “You can't do this to me, it's not fair! I want to see Jarrad in the movie! Emily says his big black dick is…” and then Alex covers his face again with his long sleeves, realizing that he has once again talked too much. A new wave of hysterical giggling echoes through the room, Alex continues to pout his adorable slutty lips as he stomps his foot on the floor angrily. When the three beautiful white women stop laughing, Chloe rushes to calm Alex.
"Come on little brother! It's just a joke! Of course, you'll watch the movie with us, and Emily promised to give you the movies where Jarrad is playing with cute sissy boys like you, so you can watch your beloved black male as many times as you want.” Alex calms down and his face lights up at the thought of Jarrad.
“I'm so jealous of Anna Heather!” Alex finally admits embarrassed, “It must be great to have a real man to protect you, take care of you, and fuck…” his delicate voice trails off as Anna's elf face returns causing him to blush.
"You're right Alex! It must be great to be in the strong arms of a real man, a black man!” Chloe sighs. Hannah opens the magazine in half and the two beautiful women and the pretty white boy surround her to watch the interracial couple's photo shoot. The four “white girls” gazed in wonder, jealousy, and excitement at the photos of the mighty Jarrad naked posing next to his new lover.
“Look at the questions they were asked!” Hannah exclaims in amazement. “Anna, how many times a day do they mate and how long is each mating session?” Emily's voice reads one of the questions in the magazine.
“Jarrad is insatiable! So he fucks me at least four times a day, twice in the morning and twice at night, but Jarrad works every day so he also has to fuck other white girls while filming… On the weekends. He stays home during the week and we can be mating in bed all day, resting only to eat and drink water… I would say our record is ten times in one day, and another five times during the night. Jarrad spends more or less an hour fucking me before cumming... and I couldn't tell you how many orgasms my man can cause me in each session, the truth is that there are so many and so strong that I lose count.” Chloe reads the answer in amazement.
"That can't be true, right mommy? No man can fuck that many times in one day, or last an hour doing it!" Alex asks his mother in disbelief.
“I don't know, in my experience, I can say that it can't be true, but I've never been with a real man… I mean, I've never been with any black man, surely they are different?” Hannah replies. You feel a stab in the chest, “I've never been with a real man…”, that's what your sexy and beautiful wife you've been married to for twenty years just said. “Of course, black men are different than pathetic weak white boys, comparing them is like comparing an African lion to a house kitten. If Anna says that Jarrad can fuck her all day and all night, it's a fact that Jarrad can fuck any white female for hours, he's an African stud, there's nothing weird about that.”
"My God! The more I learn about black men, the more I wish you had told me about them before, Emily.” Chloe looks angrily at her friend. “Don't worry Chloe, we'll make up for lost time, just trust me,” Emily winks flirtatiously.
You continue to listen and watch this whole bizarre scene horrified but worthless to stop it, you just keep standing there watching as the three sexy beautiful white women and your sissy cute son drool over pictures of a black stud while talking about how much perfect and superior are black men compared to white men, compared to you.
Alex reads the next question from that infamous interview.
"Anna, how do you feel knowing that Jarrad fucks other white girls? What do you think about being part of a BLACK BULL's harem? Do you regret divorcing your white husband?" Alex's sweet voice reads the question, ecstatic and surprised. "BLACK BULL?" Alex asks curiously, and you also wonder what the hell that means.
“That's what they call black men, real men who fuck married white wives, sexy young white girls, and feminine, delicate white sissy boys, every white girl wants to belong to a BLACK BULL, and all BLACK BULLS have the right to own a harem of beautiful and sexy white girls.” Emily again demonstrates her vast knowledge in that bizarre world of black superiority.
“Wow! A harem, are you serious?” Hannah asks, reading the question to make sure Alex isn't making it up.
"Oh yeah, it's natural for real men, black men, to have at least half a dozen white women in their harem, black studs need to fuck many times a day every day, one female is not enough." Emily happily explains.
“Read the answer Alex, come on!” Chloe orders her little brother.
“I feel extremely happy, I am proud to be one of the whores of MY BLACK KING Jarrad, the other white girls have been very kind and loving to me, they have made me feel welcome from day one and about my white husband, I have not divorced him, Jimmy, that's his name, he's still my husband, I wanted a divorce, of course, but Jimmy is begging me on his knees not to leave him, so I agreed on the condition that he would take care of all my expenses, and my needs, he works hard to buy me everything I want, that includes clothes, shoes, lingerie and makeup for me and gifts for MY BLACK KING Jarrad, it's annoying having to see him a couple of days a week, but when I'm with him I can relax and let him pamper me like the Queen that I am, it's a very good servant, and someone will have to take care of my beautiful black baby when it is born, I think he will make a good nurse. Of course, I will never have sex with him again, and of course, he has accepted it." Alex finishes reading that madness as if it were the most exciting and beautiful thing he had ever read in his life.
“Wow! Did that Jimmy beg him to stay even after everyone got to see Jarrad impregnate his wife in a movie, pathetic!” Chloe says in disgust.
“You have to understand that for a weak white boy, it is an honor to be able to serve such a sexy and beautiful Queen, just being able to call himself her husband should be enough for him to work his whole life for her and her BLACK BULL.” Emily again explained that twisted logic, which sounded ridiculous and cruel but Hannah, Chloe, and Alex drank thirstily.
You can't stand another minute of that madness, so you clear your throat loudly and desperately say the only thing you know that will end the reading of that horrible magazine.
“Guys, didn't you guys want to see the movie?” you immediately regret it, the last thing she wants is for your innocent loving ******** and delicate cute son to see that awful movie, and you're also not thrilled that Hannah is seeing Hannah again. jarrad and his huge black cock in action, but it was the only thing you could think of to distract the four beautiful white women from that twisted interview.
“OH MY GOSH! It's true, we got so distracted by the magazine that we forgot why we're here!”, Hannah laughs at her clumsiness, “Thank you dear, you're a good white boy!”. Hannah says it teasingly, and even though you know you should be mad, you can't help but feel happy that your wife approves.
With the three girls and your little son on the four-piece sofa, there is not enough space and you are more or less pushed and forgotten in an uncomfortable chair to the side. You didn't even want to see the movie again, but you felt like seeing Hannah's reaction again. As the film begins, the beautiful and sexy Anna Heather is shown to be in love with the movie version of you.
This causes Chloe to ask irritably, "Wait, I thought Anna was with Jarrad?"
“Shh. She will be, just watch." Hannah says quickly.
“Ohhh, is that why it's called RESCUE LOVE? Why is he saving her from this idiot?” Emily asks amused. Emily's goofy comment hurts a bit since at this point in last night's movie it was cute how much the young couple reminded you and Hannah of each other.
"Emily, you are so mean!" Chloe jokes and all the girls laugh. About twenty minutes later, the sweet and tender quiet sex scene between the little white actor and Anna Heather begins, and although it looks like a copy of one of the few times Hannah made love to you.
Alex leans back on the lap of the girls and says, "This is a bit boring, Mommy," his delicate voice sounds annoyed.
“It's true, this is so boring, if I wanted to see a white boy pretending to be a man, I would have gone on a date with my pathetic white boyfriend,” Emily expresses her frustration as she crosses her arms angrily.
"Mom you promised us explicit sex between a white girl and a strong black male, this is not even real sex, it is obvious that they are not fucking." Chloe supports her blonde friend.
"Hush, it's about to get a lot better," Hannah says.
Alex lies face down on the thighs of the three beautiful women, he is so small and thin that none of them protest, Emily places her hands on Alex, and with a little surprise, says, "Wow Alex, I thought you were skinny, but I see you have a nice ass!"
"I'm skinny, I don't know why, but my butt seems like the only place fat goes!" Alex laughs.
Chloe smiles and walks over and gives Alex a playful pat on the bottom and says. Damn, Alex! Why are you hiding that thing under sweatshirts?
“Girls!” Hannah exclaimed, and all three women started laughing. “Do you want to see the movie or not?”
"Of course, I want to see the movie! But right now I want to see Alex's ass, it seems to be as big as mine." Emily is caressing your son's bottom through the thick sweatshirt. Alex remains meekly silent with a slight blush on his freckled cheeks.
"Oh, Emily, I'm sorry to break it to you, but Alex's ass is bigger and fatter than yours!” Chloe cruelly teases her blonde best friend.
"I can't believe that! This dainty little white boy can't have a better ass than me!" Emily defends her honor, still caressing Alexis' fat buttocks.
“Come on Alex, take off that awful sweatshirt and show Emily those fat buttocks Mommy gave you!” Chloe gives her little brother a hard, resounding spank.
Alexis lets out a feminine moan of pain, but obeys with a feminine laugh, once standing up his elf face turns completely red, and he gathers his little princess hands between his thighs and sways from side to side like a shy girl.
"Go ahead, my beautiful boy! Show us that round fat ass!” Hannah is laughing in a youthful and hysterical way as if she were a teenager. Then Alex turns his back to them and very slowly pulls his long sweatshirt up to her waist, a sudden silence fills the room. Since Alex was ten you hadn't seen your son without one of his oversized emo kid sweatshirts, and dammit, he had changed in that time. His lower back is exposed, and everyone can see his white skin sprinkled with pink freckles, his waist is very slim, almost impossibly narrow, the waist of a ballet dancer, but below that tiny waist are obscenely huge fat buttocks that blossomed femininely. Those huge buttocks are rounder, fatter, and bigger than Emily's, for God's sake, that juicy fat peach butt could be bigger than Chloe's.
Alex is wearing ugly boyish jeans, but even so, his huge ass looks extremely sexy, the black jean stretched to the max trying to contain that pair of gigantic soft globes, and below those stunningly broad female hips, long, fat legs extend to her delicate feet, those are the shapely, thick thighs of a dancer, trained daily to perform powerful leaps and beautiful pirouettes. Alex's very short waist and huge female ass make him look ridiculously sexy, almost cartoonish, Alex has Jessica Rabbit's waist and hips, he looks like a sexy wasp, with that tiny waist and a huge tail.
"Dammit, girl! You have the biggest, fattest ass I've ever seen! Damn lucky bitch!" Emily's voice is thick with jealousy.
"Shut up! It's not true!" Alexis's soft voice tries to sound offended and angry, but you can tell he's flattered and proud.
"Damn you, Alex! I hate you so much! I should have inherited Mom's big fat butt cheeks, not you!” Chloe slaps him hard on one of those huge butt cheeks, Alex moans femininely and they all can see how that smooth round buttock swells, shakes, and shakes like a delicious flan.
"You're right Chloe! Alex has the same mass as your mom! I would kill to have gigantic fat buttocks like this!" Emily also furiously slaps your son's other buttock, and again in complete shock as that round buttock trembles sensually.
"Enough girls! My ass is not as fat and big as Alex's, Right?” Hannah stands up and checks her own butt critically.
“Of course it is Mom! Emily is right, you and Alex have round, fat, huge mare's asses!” Chloe laughs as she forces her mom to stand next to Alex, they're both handing them the sword, and they're both leaning forward, arching their backs and showing off those huge asses with pride.
"I'm so jealous! Damn sexy mares!” Emily uses both of her pretty hands to spank Hannah and Alex's huge asses, both of them whooping with joy.
Hannah's wearing skinny jeans that hug her huge, sexy buttocks like a second skin, and now it's a fact Alex has exactly the same fat round ass as his mom, and while Hannah's tall, curvaceous body kinda hides that tremendous ass, in the case of Alexis, being so small and thin, those wide female hips look obscene and pornographic.
Chloe and Emily giggle and squeal with excitement as they friendly snap and insult Alex and Hannah. Finally, the tempers calm down and Alex and Hannah return to their places completely flushed, but with their beautiful gray eyes full of pride. Once again the three women occupy the couch and the delicate Alex is leaning like a kitten on their thighs, face down, this time leaving his huge, fat mare's ass in full view. Neither has seen the sex scene between the married couple, and Hannah doesn't seem interested in rewinding the movie, apparently, that part isn't important to her. Everyone's attention returned to the movie, just as the big argument between Anna and her little white husband breaks out.
There is a knock at the door and you look at your ****** on the sofa. You see Hannah smiling as Jake is about to open the door. She is smiling excitedly, expectantly, Hurts, You don't know why, but that smile hurts as if he was waiting for this big black stud to pounce and save the beautiful white girl, the door opens and Hannah's eyes cloud over and you swear she's about to start drooling. All three girls gasp in amazement as the scene seems to linger on the big black stallion, who seems to be posing in the driveway for longer than you remember, even Alex seems surprised by this man.
You see Hannah nudge Chloe with her elbow and say softly, “I told you it gets better,” your wife has a sly smile on her plump lips. Chloe doesn't answer she is still in a daze, slack-jawed at the sight of this dreamy big black bull on the screen. If the girls weren't hugging before, when it comes to the wet and passionate kissing scene between Anna Heather and Jarrad Christensen they certainly are now, the Kisses and caresses last forever like the door scene, it seems like it's even longer than you remember.
You want to stand up and tell them that you're not comfortable with your kids watching these kinds of movies, especially Alex, who was still a kid. But, even if you said something you don't think they'll listen to you. Everyone is completely captivated by this African Adonis, who is kissing and caressing the huge tits and wet vagina of the beautiful white woman on the screen, even Alex can't take his beautiful gray doe eyes off the screen. When the kissing scene ends and everyone can see the gigantic outline of Jarrad's cock under his thick jeans, Alex gives a little cry of surprise and fear, “That can't be real, it can't…”, he mutters, his thick lips parting in disbelief.
"It's real my pretty boy, believe me, it's real, and you haven't seen anything yet," Hannah tells him while she herself is almost drooling, her cheeks red, and her breathing heavy, Chloe and Emily are no better, they are both excited and with eyes cloudy with desire. The movie continues and while the three sexy girls and the effeminate white boy are completely absorbed by the story of the young white wife you can only watch her amazing reactions. Then comes the alley scene, Anna is about to be *****, and Chloe, Emily, and Alex let out little squeals of fear and apprehension none of them want anything bad to happen to the heroine. Their little cries of fear turn to gasps of admiration and surprise as they see the huge, muscular Jarrad savagely beating the gang members, Alex fidgeting on the girls' laps, his breathing quickening, the little boy biting himself and he licks his thick lips nervously. Chloe and Emily are moving their thick thighs to scratch an itch between their legs. Hannah places her hands on her massive breasts and covertly fondles her erect nipples, which stand out hard and erect, just like Emily's and Chloe's. It's obvious that the four people on the couch want to masturbate, but they hold back, you can only sit in the uncomfortable kitchen chair feeling miserable watching Jarrad's effect on three women and a white boy.
Your attention returns to the screen and you watch in horror as Jarrad throws Anna off the bed, you know what will come next, and even if you wanted to close your eyes, for some strange and masochistic reason you can't. Jarrad unleashes the terrible black anaconda on her, you can hear the loud thump of his huge black cock hitting his chiseled abdomen.
The eyes of the three beautiful women and the effeminate white boy are wide open, their pretty mouths droop into a perfect "O" of amazement, Alex looks with reverence and fear at that huge twelve-inch black cock as thick as his arm. “OH MY GOSH!” three female voices exclaim in unison. Chloe, Emily, and Alex couldn't contain their delight and amazement, Hannah kept quiet by biting her plump lip and the nightmare begins once more, an hour of intense interracial sex in high definition is shown uncensored to the delight of three white girls, and a beautiful and delicate white boy, during that eternal hour, Emily, Chloe, Alex and Hannah moan, they sob and move as they try to caress their needy bodies in subtle ways.
You can see how your cute little son moves his hips excited by him, but he is not rubbing his crotch against the thick thighs of his sister, no, what the beautiful white boy does is lift his butt up. Alex is on his knees on the thick thighs of the girls, he is so light that none of the three seem to notice him, the delicate white boy is shaking his huge buttocks temptingly, looking for something to fill him, trying to calm the desire that floods his body, moves his ass up and down begging for "something", one of his delicate hands is in his mouth, your son is biting his sweatshirt trying in vain to muffle the feminine moans of need that he is letting out of his pretty mouth, the other hand is between his legs, but it's not caressing his penis, his delicate pianist's fingers are between his fat mare's buttocks, caressing his needy anus.
The women are no better, they all have one of their hands between their legs gently caressing their needy vaginas, Hannah, Emily, and Chloe use their free hands to caress their breasts, giving small pinches to their erect nipples every time Jarrad insults, slaps, or spits on Linda's face or into her mouth. You just don't want to believe that crude interracial pornography forced your innocent and demure ********, your devoted and sweet wife, and your shy and effeminate son to forget about his modesty and start masturbating in front of you, but that is exactly what is happening!
The intense rough sex session finally ends, and another violent scene ensues Jarrad beating Jake. Alex can't take it anymore, the little boy is glassy-eyed and his thick slut lips are wet, your sissy son is literally drooling from watching the gigantic powerful black macho on the screen beat up the pathetic weak blonde actor who so much looks like you his gray fawn eyes are glazed over and a moan of frustration escapes his swollen slutty lips, the little hand that was covering his swollen slutty lips is now under his sweatshirt caressing his chest, the other is between his legs, rubbing his anus furiously, her moans turning into pathetic, feminine whines.
Finally, the beating ends and Jarrad returns to bed to fuck Anna again, when that huge twelve-inch black cock penetrates the busty actress's body again, Alex tenses up and his back arches to the maximum, his plain chest rubs against his mother's thighs and his behind is raised to the sky like a cat in heat.
It's obvious he's trying to come, but the frustrated, feminine whimpers escaping his plump pink lips tell him that he can't reach the top, he needs something more, he needs something inside him. The three sexy white women do make it to the top, all moaning and squealing with their eyes closed as they bite their lips and their bodies tremble and squirm the smell of the juices of four females in heat fills the room, yeah, four females in heat because no one who saw your delicate and beautiful son behaving like a kitten in heat could deny that he is a female. Their bodies twist and arch almost painfully for a couple of minutes and then they slump back on the couch tired, sweaty, and gasping for breath. A few minutes pass when they open their eyes again, and they look at each other confused and embarrassed, you feel miserable but before the silence turns awkward, Emily distracts everyone's attention.
"Oh, my God! Look at that wedding dress, isn't it beautiful?” the petite blonde says in a breathy voice, pointing to the beautiful Anna Heather who is wearing obscene white lace lingerie.
“You're right, it's a beautiful dress!” Chloe says ecstatically, trying to catch her breath.
“I would love to wear one like that to my wedding!” Hannah says dreamily.
“My dear, you already had a wedding, with me, remember?" during all that bizarre spectacle you kept still and silent, but hearing how Hannah has forgotten that in fact she already had a wedding and that in fact, she married you dressed in white, forces you to speak.
“Oh that's right darling, you're right!” Hannah looks away from the screen and looks at you as if she's forgotten you're there, “But I just meant, if I got married again, I'd love to wear a dress like that.”
“This time she might even marry a real man!” Emily laughs cruelly.
"Emily, please!" Hannah pats her gently on the shoulder, but she's laughing at her joke.
"Emily, you are so mean!" Chloe also scolds her friend, but just like her mother, she's laughing at the little blonde's cruel joke.
“Well, I'm definitely going to marry a real man, a black man, and I'm definitely going to wear a dress identical to that one!” Emily says determinedly, “Although to be honest, I have to accept that an outfit like that would look better on a woman as sexy as you are Mrs. Smalls, with those gigantic tits and that fat mare's ass you would look perfect.”
"Oh come on Emily! You exaggerate! I'm too fat, and these tits are so huge, and heavy!” Hannah tries to cover her huge breasts with her delicate little hands, but she fails miserably, each tit the size of a watermelon.
“It's true, you and Chloe have the biggest, roundest, firmest tits in town! You and Alex have the fattest, biggest, roundest asses I've ever seen! A dress this sexy would only look good on one of the three of you. I bet Alexis would look just adorable in white lace!” Emily spanks the girly boy's fat ass once more, Alex still lying face down on the legs of the three women, the spanking resounding in the room.
“Oh just shut up Emily!” Alex covers his flushed face but waves his little feet in the air excitedly.
“Come on Alex! Be honest, if Jarrad asked you to wear that dress for him you would do it right away!” Chloe strokes her little brother's pink hair as she teases him. Alex simply hides his freckled red face between his mother's legs, seeking protection and shelter.
“Come on girls! Don't be mean to my pretty boy!” Hannah defends her special child immediately. "Everyone here is in awe of Jarrad, Alex is just a little in love, not that I blame him. Everyone here is impressed by Jarrad." That sentence is like a blow to your stomach, you already knew that Hannah was dazzled by the huge and muscular black actor, but hearing it in her own voice was very painful.
“Oh my god!” Emily yelled as if she had just remembered something important. She immediately goes on her phone, tapping before saying. “You need to see this! It's Jarrad's Instagram, and it's amazing!”
The three girls plus Alex are staring at Emily's phone for almost five minutes before Alex stands up and says, “Uh, the couch is getting uncomfortable… I'm going to go check out his Instagram above.” Alex scrambles to his feet before sneakily stealing his mother's infamous magazine and running upstairs, you can hear his door slam shut and the lock click.
Ten, fifteen minutes go by and the girls continue browsing the black stud's Instagram. You've tried very loudly to clear your throat and bring the girls back to reality, but the only thing that exists for them right now is Jarrad Christensen's Instagram page.
“Oh, open that picture…” Chloe speaks softly.
"You read my mind, honey," Hannah responds sweetly.
You decide to get up and walk away from the awkward black stud ogling session these three white girls are in and walk into the kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of water, wondering what the hell is going on with them, it's like the night before you crossed into an alternate dimension where your beautiful, demure, Catholic, loving wife has turned into a cheeky and horny woman who masturbated in front of her son while she watched a huge black stud wildly fuck an actress almost identical to her. Your children were unrecognizable, Chloe who had always been a good and gentle ********, was now laughing and teasing you while fondling herself watching raw interracial pornography and Alexis the shy, effeminate boy who had been in deep depression for an entire year now found himself laughing and joking as he proudly showed off his obscenely fat peach-shaped buttocks. Not to mention that he saw how Alexis caressed himself between her fat buttocks while he posed on all fours like a cat in heat.
You drink another glass of water trying to refresh yourself and clear your thoughts. Ten minutes later, you finally hear a real conversation instead of a singular murmur about which photo to look at next from the living room, you rush over to hear them talk.
“What do you mean you don't have Instagram, Ms. Smalls? You are a sexy bombshell, you would have so many real men following you, and to be honest, the world deserves to see how good it looks!" Emily exclaims.
"Well, I do not know, I had never really thought about it. I like to think I'm pretty, but pretty enough to post pictures of myself?” Hannah wonders aloud.
“Of course you are, Chloe has like fifteen thousand followers and you are the MILF version of her! I mean, I even have six thousand followers and I'm not as hot as you two!” Emily continues.
“Oh stop Emily, you're a hottie and you know it! But she's right Mom, you're gorgeous and you would definitely get a lot of attention online and who knows, maybe you'd even make money from it." Chloe encouraged her beautiful mother.
"I have tried to get sponsors, but all the companies and boutiques that interest me want me to get more followers first," Emily says, trying to convince Hannah.
“Well, another source of income would be great… Alright guys, how do I make an account? What should I post?” Hannah asks excitedly.
“Oh Yay!” the two youngest girls exclaim, "Let's go find some cute outfits and take some pictures," and with that, your wife, ********, and her friend laugh and run upstairs to the room you share with Hannah, For a moment you are in shock, not believing that your mature and beautiful wife of 37 years is about to create an Instagram account, where she will pose in sexy clothes for all the world to see like she is a hot teenager.
You decide to go upstairs, still not sure if you really want to see what those three happy and excited white girls are doing. As you slowly walk up the stairs, the laughter grows louder and you hear several times. "Oh, that's super cute!" from one of the girls every two seconds.
You're getting closer when you hear soft, sweet girly moans coming from Alex's room. Curiosity seizes you and you approach his room. You hear movements and the soft noise of springs, but you're not quite sure what's going on inside when you hear something that makes it pretty clear. “Oh fuck, yes DADDY!” You hear a soft meow from his room.
It sounded like Alex, but different, he has always been so soft-spoken, but this almost sounded like pornography, he has a feminine energy that confuses you, but you can still recognize Alex in that voice. You continue to listen, completely stumped by everything, just trying to get another clue as to what's going on. when a soft squeak of springs makes sense to you, he's masturbating! As you come to that conclusion and are about to walk away from his door, you hear something that surprises you. "Oh yeah. Oh, daddy Jarrad!, Yes!, Take me, daddy!, Take me!, Give it to me, please, Please, Please, GIVE ME YOUR BIG BLACK COCK, DADDY Jarrad!”
Your eyes widen when you realize that this black stud seems to have put a spell on four of the five people in your house so far. You walk away from the door to your own room when the hysterical giggling begins to take over your ears again. It takes a second for your eyes to catch up as your brain is still remembering what you heard in Alex's room.
You walk into your room and see clothes thrown everywhere. Tops and bras hanging on the bed. Tights, panties, and delicate lace thongs of all sizes and colors are scattered all over the floor, Pants, skirts, and shoes littered the floor. You look up to see your topless wife with her back to you. Her bare white breasts are so gigantic that you can see how those huge fat tits stick out on the sides of her slender torso, and despite all the conflicting feelings you have in your head you can't help but admire and get excited at the sight of those huge tits.
Hannah is wearing probably the tightest jeans you've ever seen, they hug every curve of her fat round ass. She leans forward, her long shapely legs completely straight, Hannah is wearing sexy red velvet pumps with 5-inch heels, they are the only heels this high in her closet, she only wears them to Christmas parties, she looks really sexy, too hot actually, she looks like a slut.
Emily was standing behind Hannah with her state-of-the-art iPhone focusing on that big fat ass and taking photos and bossing around your sexy wife. You are trying to think of a compliment to flatter your wife when your ******** sees you standing in the doorway. "Hey! This is a private set! Don't look, you weirdo!” Chloe jokingly says, but still, she made you feel like a voyeur. As Chloe walks up to you in the door, you can't help but notice how her big round breasts bounce, Emily's right, your ******** and your wife have the best butt in the whole town, and for some reason that knowledge doesn't make you proud, it actually makes you feel nervous and scared. You look at Hannah and see her looking over her shoulder at you with a strange expression on her face, your previously demure and modest wife looking completely flushed, embarrassed, and almost apologetic, but also excited and joyous like you've never seen her before, you make brief eye contact with your wife before Chloe slams the door in your face.
Someone says something, though you're not quite sure what it was, and then a chorus of giggles comes through the door. You feel a bit lost in your own home when you think you might as well go back downstairs to watch TV. You walk past Alex's room and you're not sure if it's your imagination playing tricks on you or if your pretty girly son is still masturbating, but you swear you can hear more of those feminine meows of pleasure from under his door.
Going downstairs, you see that the television is still on. The credits have long since rolled and the movie menu is still on the screen. The handsome black man is smiling sinisterly at you with the sexy white actress hugging him grinning from ear to ear, apparently also under his spell as is your entire ******. You turn off the DVD player and in some frustration watch a boring cooking show, hopefully, you'll learn how to make a new dish and Hannah will compliment you on it.
Finally, you gather what little strength you have and get up, after taking a quick shower you go downstairs and listen to her talking to your son Alex. “It was beautiful Alex! There was such raw passion on screen and such a pure and intense love between the actors that it was overwhelming… I think you would like the movie!” You listen to Hannah.
"Sounds like it was great, maybe I'll see it later," you hear Alex answer softly. Well, everything she says is soft and sweet, and unbelievably her voice is more delicate, musical, and softer than her mother's and sister's. Alex is very effeminate and everyone mistakes him for a girl, you suspect that your son is gay, but you have a small and fragile hope that he is not, your father would never forgive you for giving him a little sissy as a grandson. You turn the corner into the kitchen and see Hannah smiling. "There you are, honey!" Hannah says as she puts some more bread in the toaster.
"Good morning, good morning, Alex!" You see your son, Alex is Small, or as everyone calls him Alexi, he's wearing an old black T-shirt with a rock band logo for pajamas, it is huge on him at least three sizes bigger than him, it goes about Halfway down his thick, hairless, thighs, not a single hair seems to grow on Alex, he's never had to shave, and he won't need to anytime soon. Alex will be 15 years old at the end of the month, on October 31. Your delicate son started his first year of high school at the beginning of September, your wife was excited and threw a party for her 'special' child. Alex is actury special child, he is quite pale, he is even whiter than his mother and sister, his porcelain white skin is sensitive, his shoulders are narrow, his waist is as thin and narrow as that of a ballet dancer, his wavy strawberry blonde hair reaches to her ears, the color is so intense that it is almost impossible to believe that it is natural, but it is, inherited from her grandmother Ruth, your mother.
Alex's face is extremely beautiful, small, childlike, and cute, with a cute little upturned nose, he has thin long feminine eyebrows framing huge grey-green eyes, identical to Hannah's those beautiful and With her brooding irises guarded by long, thick, curling lashes, Alex had inherited all of his mother's beautiful delicate feminine features including her plump lips, his pink, juicy, soft lips are smaller than Hannah's, and therefore they look even fatter and puffier as if Alex is pouting cutely all the time. Surprisingly, what gets the most attention in his beautiful porcelain doll face are not his huge, almond-shaped eyes nor his fat and juicy lips it is his nice sharp ears.
Alex had been born with a genetic defect called Stahl's ear. Their ears are thin, elongated, and a little pointy… exactly like the ears of an elf or a beautiful little fairy. When the doctors recommended they do a little cosmetic surgery that consists of cutting off the excess cartilage from the ears. the tips and force his ears to take a normal shape based on stitches, Hannah flatly refused, for her those thin elongated, sharp fairy ears seemed the most beautiful thing in the world, and she would never allow them to hurt her special child. Alex for his part always felt self-conscious about those strange ears, and thanks to the bullying he suffered all his life at school because of it, he wears his long hair in a bob cut to cover his elven ears.
His porcelain skin is dotted with hundreds of tiny pink freckles that seem strategically placed, he has small constellations spread all over his delicate and pale body, on the bridge of his nose, shoulders, hips, lower abdomen, and from his lower back to the beginning of his buttocks, you know because you bathed him until he was ten years old. The delicate white boy is even smaller than you, at 1.60m tall, he looks like an infant, not someone who is two weeks away from his 15th birthday, his shoulders are narrow and thin, his arms are thin and elegant, his hands are small with slender long fingers.
Alex is delicate and soft, not only in the physical aspect, his behavior, his personality, and even his movements and mannerisms are extremely feminine, as axample, Alex has a habit of walking on the balls of his feet, like an expert ballet dancer, always one foot in front of the other, swaying his hips from side to side with each step, keeping his back straight, shoulders back and chest forward, arms at his side with wrists bent out in an extremely effete and feminine gesture as if he is wearing a tulle tutu, yes Alex walks and moves as if he is dancing ballet all the time… which is your fault, you remind yourself.
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8 years agoWhen Alex was seven years old you took him to a trial class to learn Karate, Alex was already too delicate and effeminate then, and you thought that learning to punch and kick while with other boys would make him more masculine, but Alex spent all the time looking at the neighboring class. Next to the Karate Dōjō in the commercial plaza “BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLIES BALLET” ais small ballet academy for girls and teenagers. Alex simply ignored each of the “SENSEI”'s commands and gawked at how those beautiful and delicate girls dressed in pink leotards jumped and danced.
When a distracted Alex was accidentally hit by one of his classmates and his nose started bleeding, he started crying loudly, you were terrified to come home with Alex bleeding and crying, Hannah was overly protective of him, spoiled him, and treated him like a little prince if Alex told her that he had bled because of you, Hannah would make you pay dearly. When you promised Alex that you would give him anything so that he would stop crying and not tell his mother, Alex pointed with his little hand at the ballet academy and between sobs said, "I want to do that!" You tried to explain that the ballet was only for girls, but Alex didn't want any of that and started yelling again, you finally gave in and enrolled the boy in the girly pink ballet school.
The beautiful French teacher, Madame Papillon was delighted to receive Alex in her class, and that same day after calling Hannah and telling her that Alex wanted to practice ballet, your wife delightedly transferred a large amount of money to the account of the beautiful teacher that small fortune covered the first three months of school, seven complete sets of clothes, one for each day of the week! (Alex apparently would even go on Sundays to practice), two pairs of ballet shoes and other accessories, such as ribbons, rings, and balls with which the girls practiced the different choreographies. Madame Papillon took measurements of Alex's body and noted down his shoe size and told you that she will take Alexis after school on Monday at three in the afternoon.
As you walked back home with Alex who was jumping with joy and excitement, you tried to convince yourself that maybe the fact that your son went to ballet class wasn't so bad, maybe what attracted him to that class was the beautiful girls in pink leotards and tutus, and being the only boy in the class, Alex would be assured of all the male roles in the choreographies, giving him full access to a dozen beautiful girls with whom he would dance. You thought the clothes the teacher would give Alex would be the boys' version of what the girls wore, but, when the following Monday after picking up your son from school with Hannah, to see Alex's first ballet class you were in for a big surprise when the beautiful French woman gave your wife seven tight pink leotards, seven pairs of white tights, seven pairs of knee-highs, seven pairs of mid-thighs, all with girly pink lace, and three pairs of pink leg warmers. She also gave her half a dozen pink, silver, and gold tiaras, all adorned with pretty pink or white flowers and butterflies, a small silver tiara with pink rhinestones, and finally three pretty wands with pink ribbons of different lengths, two cheerleading batons, also pink, three transparent silicone hoops with pink sparkles, and a small pink rubber ball the size of a melon.
"Damn, everything was pink!" Hannah looked at you strangely and between stutters, you explained to the teacher that Alex was a boy and that you thought she knew. Madame Papillon's eyes widened looking at little Alexis, again she swore deeply that she thought Alexis was a girl.
"With that name, that pink hair, and those little elf ears, I thought that... besides, you knew that this academy is only for girls, it says it very clearly there," pointing to the canopy above the entrance. You and Hannah looked, and yes, there under the words “BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLIES BALLET” written in cutesy, very girly neon pink letters, it clearly said, “Girls Artistic Gymnastics and Ballet Academy.” You looked terrified at Hannah who looked at you disappointed and angry but she didn't say anything to you.
“I get it, it was my fault…” you stammered in embarrassment, “Could you give us our money back and cancel the registration?”
"I'm sorry… I can't give you your money back… I already used most of it to buy your son's outfits, and as you said it was your fault." Alex who had heard everything, began to cry bitterly, and Madame Papillon looked at him tenderly. Hannah seeing her pretty boy crying about her tried to convince the teacher to give Alex a chance.
"Listen, Madame Papillon, I understand that Alex is a boy, but come on, you can see that he's prettier than half of your students, and for the fortune I've paid he deserves at least a class, right?" The beautiful French woman looked angrily at Hannah, but after taking a look at Alex who was still crying anguishedly, her face softened.
“Okay, you can stay today, but if you don't show commitment, or discipline, or are disobedient, you will have to leave without any refund, do you agree?" Madame Papillon was looking at Hannah, both of them had completely forgotten about you.
“It's a deal,” Hannah replied and shook the teacher's hand. Hannah then spoke to Alex and they both went to the changing rooms, when they came out a few minutes later, Alex looked like a beautiful little girl, the tight leotard hugging his little body like a second skin, and his long legs were sheathed in her white stockings, his small feet wore the pink ballet shoes quite naturally, but what completed the transformation was his strawberry blonde hair styled and supported by a beautiful silver diadem with a white rose that rested on one of his elven ears. If you thought Alex's small penis would stick out of that tight leotard, you were completely wrong, her belly and crotch looked completely flat, and when you asked in a whisper Hannah simply said, "A little feminine trick," and winking at him but did not clarify her response, Madame Papillon also looked in amazement at Alex, who looked like a pink forest fairy.
Soon the class began, and you were surprised how your little boy who had shown himself to be clumsy and slow in Karate class, now moved with elegance and naturalness, copying every movement of his classmates and his teacher almost instantly, every little jump Alex repeated each step, each feminine movement of the arms and hands, with ease and naturally, when the teacher ordered them to practice poses and stretches for gymnastics, you discovered that your son was extremely flexible, he could stretch his long legs at impossible angles without pain. They spent two hours practicing poses, jumps, stretching, and somersaults, the teacher then put on classical music and ordered Alexis to watch her classmate's dance choreography, the show was pretty, but not perfect, there were twelve girls between the ages of 5 and 13 most of them knew what they were doing, and a couple of them looked realtacular, but three or four made a lot of mistakes that the teacher corrected in a loud, firm voice.
When the music ended and Madame Papillon ordered them to take the starting position once more, Alexis skipped over girly, taking her place with the other girls, when the teacher told her that maybe she'd better watch the choreography more than once, Alex, who had always been shy and submissive, this time disobeyed and told her with his soft, high-pitched voice, full of confidence that he was ready. Madame Papillon looked at him intrigued, and in the end, she allowed him to try. The music began again, and to the surprise of the French teacher, to your own rise, to Hannah's, and to the half dozen mothers who stayed to watch their *********' rehearsals, Alex repeated the choreography that had been performed almost perfectly! He only messed up a couple of times in the more complicated poses, unlike the four girls you'd noticed before, who made half a dozen mistakes. When the young ballerinas finished the beautiful dance, everyone was silently amazed at how well Alex had done. It was Madame Papillon herself who began to applaud euphorically and with tears in her eyes, she approached little Alexis and told him that it was the first time she had seen someone so young and so talented, so natural.
She later was the one who begged Hannah to let Alexis stay, she said that as long as she dressed as a girl and the other parents didn't find out about it, Alexis could attend her academy, a talent like his comes once in a lifetime, she said excitedly.
After three hours of hard training, Alex was drenched in sweat, but with a huge smile on his elfin face, when he returned from the showers, Hannah asked him if he was willing to dress as a girl so she could learn ballet, Alex gave a girly squeal of delight and said, "Yes!"
When you wanted to comment on the matter, alleging that it might not be the best thing to dress your son as a girl and teach him to dance ballet, Hannah said angrily, "It was your fault!" The matter was settled and so from the age of seven to sixteen Alex practiced ballet three hours a day, dressing and dancing like a girl, you never attended any of his rehearsals or any of his performances and you still feel guilty about the fact that your son wore girl costume for ballet dancing.
Alex wanted to keep his ballet classes a secret so only you, Hannah, and Chloe knew about it, to the rest of the world Alex was a shy and quiet pretty boy who wore ugly baggy clothes. You always wanted him to leave the ballet and your wish, unfortunately, came true, Alex left the ballet after the surprise death of Madame Papillon, the beautiful French woman who had died in a plane crash. When Alex turned sixteen, Madame Papillon had flown to France to visit her ******, and the plane she was traveling in crashed due to engine failure, Alex had taken it very badly, and ever since his shyness had worsened, Alex, who had always been submissive, quiet, and shy, but cheerful, had become withdrawn, aloof, and depressed.
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Returning to the present you see your son and although you try with all your might to deny it you cannot deny how absolutely beautiful and feminine he is his body is slim, but he always wears big hoodies that are almost dressy with how long they are, they hang past his butt, it's like he wants to hide his long legs, narrow shoulders, or something, the hood of the sweatshirt hides that fancy pink hair and pointy elf ears. He almost always dresses in black and white, Alex seems to adopt more and more of a gothic or emo style, Hannah and Chloe try by all means to cheer him up, including him in their outings and plans, taking him shopping and to the movies, but Alex didn't seem to react to any of it so you thought that moving to a new city would cheer him up, but that hadn't been the case, Alexis has spent the last summer vacation locked in his room, listening to pop music at full volume, and only going out to eat and go to the bathroom, Chloe who has spent her summer at the beach with Emily's ****** invited her little brother to join her but Alex didn't have the energy or the mood to go to a sunny and busy beach and you were too busy getting used to your new job to take a vacation, so Hannah stayed with Alex at the house trying to cheer him up after the terrible loss of his Ballet teacher and the move.
It was obvious that Alex was having a hard time, his depression was obvious he was self-conscious about his body, and you, as his father, felt guilty about all this, you had inherited your own body, small and thin, also your cute face of a good boy not at all manly, and if you had never enrolled him in ballet classes by mistake, Alex would not be suffering for the death of his beloved Madame Papillon, it was your fault that Alex was depressed and it was your fault that he was so feminine, both in his mannerisms and in his body. One day you yourosed to enroll him in a new ballet academy, but the delicate little white boy ran to his room and cried all afternoon, after that no one talked about ballet again.
“Morning!” he says in that sweet delicate soft voice, he always calls you *** but Alex calls Hannah mommy, you've always wondered why, but it's not important. "Looks like you two had a reae night."
“Uh… Yeah, it was fun,” you reply as you sit down.
"Of course it was!" Hannah sets down a breakfast plate with a wink and turns to the sink as you watch her fat round bubble butt bounce a bit as she walks away, she's wearing one of her sexy teacher costumes again, well they're not costumes, but they might as well be, no matter what Hannah wears it all fits her like a sexy Halloween costume.
Hannah seems to think the fun was mutual, but from your point of view, it was the opposite. You remember her figuratively and lasturbating to another man while you sat and watched. You remember her repeating Linda's lines while they were both begging for that BIG BLACK COCK.
“Well, thanks for breakfast, Mommy, I'm going up to my room, I'll probably watch that movie later," and with that, Alex walks delicately up the stairs on the balls of his feet swaying his hips in a smooth, natural way, his hands folded femininely as if on a catwalk.
Hannah looks worriedly at Alex and after sighing she sits down to eat herself, normally the two of you would talk over breakfast but today her face is buried in her phone, her plump lips draw into a slight smile and a slight blush covered her face, you can guess what she is looking at. Towards the end of a quiet breakfast where the only sounds in the room were forks scraping plates and the sounds of Hannah's fingernails tapping on her phone, your ******** Chloe walks into the apartment with her friend Emily.
"Hello Mom, hello ***!" You see your beautiful and sweet ******** walk into the kitchen with happy little hops, which causes her huge double-D breasts to bounce sensually.
If Alex inherited her mother's beauty and eyes, Chloe had inherited Hannah's sensual body, her silky white skin, but slightly tanned, set off her long, wavy, dark brown hair that fell to her enormous breasts, long enough to cover her nipples. While Alex's face was feminine, cute, and tender, Chloe's beautiful face was beautiful but sensual, with high cheekbones, a perfect little nose, and full red lips, though not as puffy and fat as her mother's and brother's, a distinguished and feminine chin, perfectly defined eyebrows, and curly eyelashes loaded with mascara made her beautiful blue eyes stand out, Mediterranean blue, the only feature she inherited from you.
Yes, her face is beautiful and elegant, almost aristocratic, but it's too sensual, one of your coworkers had said at the last Christmas party that Chloe looked like Sasha Gray, the famous porn actress, and although you hate to admit it, she had a reason, your girl's beautiful face is almost identical. But it's not just her face that reminded me of a porn star the most, no, it's her incredibly sexy body, Chloe is tall, even taller than her mother, at 6'2" Chloe is four inches taller than you, and she always made you feel awkward looking up at her, she has to bend down every time she kisses you goodbye, which humiliates you immensely. But Chloe's height does not make her look skinny and bony like many tall women, no, her height is well-hidden thanks to the extreme feminine curves that adorn her young body, twenty-one Chloe has a pair of long and shapely legs that seem to last forever, her thick and shapely thighs ending in wide hips that supported a pair of round and soft but firm buttocks, a small but perfect heart-shaped ass, which looks bigger thanks to her Slim waist, Chloe has the narrowest waist you've ever seen. Hannah has always envied Chloe's perfect little bubble butt, Chloe in turn wishes she had her mom's huge fat ass, Women's things.
But if Hannah hasn't inherited her ******** her huge peach-shaped ass if she gave her a pair of round, huge, firm breasts the size of ripe melons, your ********'s young breasts are "D" size, almost "E" They were huge, as big as his head.
You've always been glad that your ******** is a good girl because even though Emily is two years younger than Chloe, she is wilder and more mischievous than she is.
Not that your little girl is shy and submissive like Alex, Chloe is in her own right a force to be reckoned with, she is cheerful, vivacious, brave, and determined, but being raised by Hannah and her grandmother, both demure and modest Catholic women, Chloe grew up to be a good Catholic girl. She is polite, obedient, dresses modestly, has the best grades in school, and is always helping her mother and her little brother.
The time that she does not use to study and help at home is spent on the tennis courts of her university, two hours a day have tanned her white skin giving her a sexy and healthy appearance.
Right now she is wearing a light blue summer dress, which highlights her eyes, the dress although youthful and pretty reaches almost to her ankles, she is wearing nice cork sandals with two-inch heels and although the outfit is quite modest and innocent, the top of this threatens to explode at any moment, Chloe's huge breasts are testing her bra and the light fabric of her dress, and even though your ******** is only showing her slim bare arms and the dress has very little cleavage, it is impossible not to notice how sexy your ******** looks with that gigantic pair of breasts.
“Hello, Mrs. Smalls, Mr. Smalls!” Emily greeted.
Emily is a petite blonde who is a little younger than Chloe, she is a senior in high school, she is eighteen years old, and yet she is the one who commands the duet of friends, it is the beautiful and little Emily who decides when and where to go, and what will they do. Emily is a playboy blonde, she's cute as a little bunny, at 5'7 she's taller than you by only an inch, her golden blonde hair falls straight down to her tiny waist and even though she still has a nice round ass, and a firm pair of C cup breasts, she looks like a twig next to Hannah and Chloe, but any woman looks tthinnext to your wife and ********, both of them had those exaggeratedly sexy curves that made them look like porn stars. Emily's milky white skin is silky smooth thanks to the countless beauty treatments she does every week. Her stomach is flat and sexy, her legs are long and shapely, and her small but firm buttocks betray the hours she spends in the gym. Emily's face resembles that of a Barbie, she has a large mouth with thick and swollen lips, have you ever heard Chloe confess to Hannah that those thick lips are fake, apparently the blonde has to periodically go to the plastic surgeon to fill her collagen lips, you find it funny that that young blonde girl has to go to a surgeon to get her lips to look like your wife's... but it stops being funny when you remember that your son's lips look even sexier than those of this blonde girl, and to your regret Alex's sexy slut lips are natural. A small upturned nose graces Emily's pretty doll face, her perfectly plucked eyebrows frame blue-gray eyes, and her eyelashes are curly and pretty, not quite as long or curly as Alex's, but you've never actually seen one. Longer, curlier eyelashes than your child's. In short, Emily is a completely cliché beautiful, sexy, snooty blonde, she's even the captain of the cheerleading squad, for crying out loud! The rorrying thing about Emily is that she knows how sexy and beautiful she is, and she doesn't miss a chance to show it.
Right now she's wearing tight, very short white jean shorts that expose her milky white thighs, and a pair of white platform pumps with five-inch heels that make her legs and little ass stand out. from anyone. Her flat stomach is exposed, as she is wearing a small long-sleeved top with a huge neckline that reveals the channel between her small breasts, she is not wearing a bra and you can see the shadow of her small nipples under her fine white cloth. Emily dresses and acts like a slut, perky, flirty, and sexy. She misses no opportunity to highlight her feminine charms, she poses and moves so that her small but perky breasts and her perfect tight ass are always on display.
Emily became friends with Chloe and Alex when your cute son entered his new school a year ago, overall she seems like a nice girl, maybe a bit too flirtatious, you're worried she'll start influencing Chloe, but you ddon't dare tosay anything, Chloe looks happy next to her, Hannah thinks Emily is fabulous, and even Alex adores her, and speaking of Alex. “Hello, Alex!” The two beautiful girls say, and you realize your son has returned, this time wearing his typical black jeans and an oversized white sweatshirt with a cute cartoon black cat printed on the front.
“Hi,” Alex replies in his delicate voice, “I just came down for some water.” He apologizes as if he did something wrong.
“Hey, girls!” Hannah says excitedly as she stands up to hug Chloe and Emily.
Hannah places her phone face up on the table and once again the black stud from last night's movie is on the screen, "Oh, what are you looking at, Mrs. Small?" Emily asks cheekily.
“Oh, it's nothing!” Hannah says playfully, a deep blush on her cheeks. “It's just this actor from the movie that Jerry and I saw last night! He…he was rool, and I've been looking at other things that he's been in."
“Let me see!” Emily insists cheerfully, “Oh, Jarrad Christensen? I LOVE HIM! Are you talking about his new movie RESCUE LOVE?"
"Yeah! One of the best movies I've ever seen in my life! I searched for information about the movie, and I found the page of the production house! It's called A.C.E.! And from what I read, it's an independent artistic film production company, focused on promoting acts of reparations and the vindication of the black race, I read their manifesto last night, and I love the whole idea, even though I don't know if I fully understand it!” Hannah almost screams.
“OH MY GOSH! That is great! You can tell that Jarrad left you very impressed!” Emily claps her hands happily, “You're right, A.C.E. is a racially artistic erotic film production company, and its main objective is to promulgate the truth about the black race, and to make clear what is the correct and natural place of the superior black race!”
“What are you two talking about?” Chloe looks somewhat angrily at her friend and her mother who now seem like her best friends.
"Oh, darling! We are talking about the wonderful movie your father and I saw last night!” Hannah sighs excitedly, as she reminisces in rapture the night before, “It's a terrific movie, such a beautiful and romantic story, and the lead actor, Jarrad Christensen is a dream! You and your brother should see it, I'm sure you're going to love Jarrad!" Chloe looks intrigued at her mother's cell phone screen, and a blush covers her cheeks at the sight of the huge, muscular black male.
“Did you know that he and other black actors work for the production company A.C.E.? All the movies produced by them feature handsome and sexy black men!” Emily informs Hannah in an excited voice, "I've seen all of his movies like… I don't know… about ten times each!"
“Really?” Chloe asks, intrigued, “Why have you never mentioned that you watch erotic movies starring black men?” Emily smiles ruefully.
“Well, I was thinking of showing you one of the movies soon, but… I didn't know how you'd react. Now that I know that your mother is interested in the ideology of A.C.E. It is my duty to guide you into the beautiful world of racial justice, acts of reparation, and black superiority!” Emily flashes a mischievous, slightly wicked smile, “As I said, I'm going to show you my collection of A.C.E. I almost have the complete collection!” For some reason you cringe in fear, you don't like anything the little blonde is saying, racial justice? acts of reparation? black superiority?
“Is that true?” Hannah asks excitedly, “Is Jarrad in any other movies like RESCUE LOVE?” Her beautiful gray eyes sparkle with excitement.
“Of course, he's in more A.C.E. movies!” Chloe replies with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips, “Jarrad is one of their most famous actors, having starred in like half of the A.C.E. movies, and so far the collection consists of almost 200 films!” You almost spit out your coffee, having found out that your ********'s friend, who is eighteen years old, watches porn movies where black men fuck beautiful white women to madness, without any censorship. What's more, you realize that Emily has seen Jarrad starring in dozens of movies like the one you and Hannah watched last night, which means she's seen Jarrad's huge twelve-inch black cock. You don't know how to feel about it, while it's true that Emily is of legal age, it's also true that you don't like the thought of petite blonde Emily masturbating while watching muscular black males with huge black cocks wildly fucking sexy white women.
“Is he the one you've been telling me about, Mommy?” Alex asks curiously and again stands on the tip of his toes, but this time trying to see the cell phone Hannah is holding.
“It's him, Alex, just look at him! Isn't that a dream?” You, seeing your wife show the image of the muscular half-naked black stallion to your son and Alex opening his beautiful doe eyes to their fullest and his plump little mouth in an expression of wonder and delight.
“Oh my God, he is… he is… beautiful… he is perfect!” Alex says between soft, delicate moans of amazement, his huge gray eyes still open as he tries to devour the black alpha male in the photo with his gaze and you can see how his cheeks turn red as he blushes.
"It is! He's so perfect!” Hannah jumps up and down like a schoolgirl.
“I have to admit, he's very handsome, and very big,” Chloe is blushing and fans her beautiful face with her hand to emphasize how hot Jarrad makes her feel.
“I'm pretty sure he's dating the RESCUE LOVE actress now, what was her name? Anna Heather or something like that." Emily says cheerily.
“Oh that makes me so happy, they looked so perfect together!” Hannah replies.
“Yes, they are terfect for each other. It was a bit scandalous because Anna Heather was married to a pathetic white boy when they filmed the movie and there are rumors that Jarrad aot her pregnant during filming. No one can hate her though, right? I mean, look at him!” Emily fades dreamily and the four white girls… correct yourself, three white girls and a cute, girly white boy, take a moment to admire Hannah's phone screen.
"I haven't seen RESCUE LOVE yet, but I feel like I need it now," Emily said with a mischievous smile.
"We could see it later if you girls want, I have to run to the store for a moment," Hannah said quickly.
“Of course we do!” Chloe and Emily say in unison.
“I want to see it too!” Alex murmurs shyly, the little blond boy standing with his hands between his thighs swaying shyly hoping to be included.
“I see Alex has a crush on Jarred too, little brother!” Chloe says stroking Alex's pink hair as she treated Alex like her personal little pet.
"No! I... no... he... no... I... I want to see the movie because of the story, Mommy says it's very romantic..." Alex stutters in the same way that you do, but in him, that nervousness and clumsiness makes him look cute and lovable not silly and pathetic.
"Oh come on Alex! Any pretty white girl would fall in love at first sight with Jarrad Christensen! And you are the prettiest and whitest girl I know!” Emily laughs as she teases Alex.
“I'm not a girl!” Alex replies indignantly.
Hannah and Chloe laugh hysterically as Alex covers his pretty face with the long sleeves of her sweatshirt. His beautiful elf features are completely colored red from embarrassment. Hannah and Chloe stop laughing and hug Alex as they comfort him. "Trust me Alex if Jarrad has impressed you with just one photo, when you see him in action you are going to fall in love," Hannah calls out to your son, trying to cheer him up, and you can't believe your ears. “You will get to see Jarrad Christensen in all his… huge, fat, black glory! It's an erotic art movie, you're going to rnjoy the story, but also the hot scenes, I know I enjoyed them!” Hannah giggles as she blushes at the memory of last night.
You haven't said a word for what seems like forever as your kitchen fills up with beautiful white girls drooling over this black stud in front of you, forgetting about you. But when you realize that your sexy and beautiful ******** and your delicate and effeminate boy will see interracial pornography something in you is revealed and you decide to speak.
“Hannah darling, don't you think this movie is too explicit for our children, it has very violent scenes and I don't think it's a good idea for them to watch pornography…” but your complaint is interrupted by two angry female voices.
“It's not pornography! it's racially erotic cinema!” Hannah and Emily yell in outrage, you recoil in fright and sit back down intimidated. “A.C.E. is a racially erotic artistic film production company! This production house is supported by the BLACK POWER MOVEMENT or BPM, which is a government organization funded by the government as part of the Reparations Act that the Democratic Party has passed in Congress. A.C.E. focuses on filming stories of racial empowerment and intercultural erotic and affective relationships, to promote the necessary black supremacy and the acts of reparation that the white race must carry out towards black men. Who were enslaved for centuries! Any act of violence or revenge against the white man in those films is justified, and acts of sexual submission by white girls towards superior black males are almost mandatory in all filming! Therefore, if there are scenes of explicit sex between a black man… a real man, and a white girl or a cute little white femboy, it should be taken as a ritual of reparation for the black race and not as a vulgar sexual act! There is nothing pornographic about any of the movies produced by A.C.E. understood?!" Hannah, Chloe, and Alex clapped excitedly and smile. The speech full of complicated words and racial philosophy came out of Emily's pretty mouth as if it were the ten commandments. You just gape, startled by the fierceness with which Emily defends the film and the production company making said films, wondering what the hell words like femboy, acts of reparation, and sexual submission mean, and if you heard correctly, Chloe had said black supremacy?
"That a girl! Let your roar be heard!" Chloe congratulates her best friend. “Why didn't you ever tell me about this… ideology of this amazing philosophy? I want to know everything, everything about A.C.E., I want to know everything about African culture, and the black race! I want to join the BLACK POWER MOVEMENT!” Your ********'s blue eyes are shining with excitement at the thought of entering this new world of racial justice, Chloe can't hide her excitement at belonging to this strange BLACK POWER MOVEMENT, and she's giving excited little jumps that cause her gigantic tits to bounce vulgarly.
“That was so inspiring Emily! She Counts on me to be a part of the BLACK POWER MOVEMENT, I want racial justice too! Although to be honest this is all brand new to me, just yesterday I found A.C.E.'s page, read a bit of her manifesto, and… I want racial justice too and I completely agree with you, Emily. RESCUE LOVE, it's not pornography, it's a work of art that talks about how beautiful the union of two races is, by the way, what does A.C.E. mean?" Hannah asks excited to have Emily to guide her, who seemed to be an expert on the subject.
“A.C.E. is the acronym for AFRICAN CULT EDEN!"
“Love between black men and white women?” Alex moaned in disappointment and was genuinely sad, “Only white women?” he asked softly.
Emily turned to the beautiful little blond boy and smiling in an almost motherly way hugged her pretty son.
"Oh, Alex! You don't have to feel sad! Of course the A.C.E. They don't just promote interracial love between sexy white girls and strong black males! The production company A.C.E. and the BPM are committed to promoting the acts of reparation of the white race, and the best and most valuable act of atonement that a pretty and delicate white boy as you can perform is to give up his weak and pathetic masculinity and give up his body, her mind and heart to a strong black male to be feminized and used as property of the black race. There are at least fifty movies that focus on the love between powerful African males and delicate and pretty white sissy boys like you and half of those movies star Jarrad Christensen!” Alex blushes as a huge, beautiful smile spreads across his fat, slutty lips.
“Sissy boys, has Jarrad done erotic movies with sissy boys like… do you mean white boys like me?” Your cute son asks excitedly, his beautiful fairy face completely rosy, and his beautiful gray eyes shine with hope and longing.
"Oh my God Alex! We all know you're completely in love with Jarrad! But try to control yourself, little naughty girl!" Chloe teases her little brother who embarrassingly hides behind the thick, long sleeves of her hoodie.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of Alex! It's normal for a pretty girly white boy like you… a cute sissy boy like you to fall head over heels for a black alpha male like Jarrad Christensen! You're neither the first nor the last little slut to go crazy over one of A.C.E.'s black actors! I only have a couple of erotic love movies between black bulls and little white boys like you! I am delighted to give them to you So you can start your collection.” Emily continues to hug and cheer for Alex, who just can't contain his excitement or his smile.
"Really, would you gift me those wonderful movies?!" The pretty pink-haired boy is so ecstatic at the idea of watching those interracial sex movies that his high-pitched voice threatened to become almost inaudible.
"My God, Alex! You're about to pee yourself, get hold of yourself, girl!” Chloe again laughs and teases her excited little brother.
“Chloe dear, don't make fun of Alex, Emily is right! It is only natural that a sensitive and feminine little white boy like my Alex would fall madly in love with a man as strong, powerful, and black as Jarrad! Alex be a good boy and thank Emily!" Hannah always defends and pampers her special child.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Emily! I promise I'll take care of those movies and start my collection!" Alex was doing girly, excited little jumps as he hugs his blonde friend.
“Dammit, Emily! Why didn't you ever tell me about A.C.E.?! Why have you never lent me any of those amazing erotic art movies?! I thought we were friends!” Chloe crosses her arms pretending to be angry, which causes her gigantic breasts to stick out obscenely.
“I'm sorry girl, I'm sorry! But like I said, I didn't know how you'd react if I told you about acts of reparation and black superiority,” Emily hugs your busty ******** and apologizes in sweet whispers, “Now that I know all three of you know a real man when you look at him! Come, I sure as hell will show you everything I know about acts of reparation, white guilt, racial justice, and black supremacy!" Chloe smiles and hugs her blonde friend back, now all is forgiven.
“It's decided, we need to see RESCUE LOVE! today I have to go downtown for some oils and to order a couple of canvases, and then I'll go to the supermarket… But if you want, tonight we can watch the film together.” Hannah says as she takes her bag and leaves the apartment, you note sourly that your wife has an excited little bounce in her footsteps.
“Okay, I want to spend the whole day learning more about A.C.E. the acts of reparation, and the superiority of black men… let's wait for you to come back in my room, come on Emily you have a lot to teach Alex and me! Come on little brother, I know that you also want to learn to be a good white boy!" Chloe says as the three of them jump into Chloe's room, you notice how Alex walks even more feminine than Chloe and Emily, all the while on the balls of her little feet, one foot in front of the other, swaying her hips, and with her pretty, little hands folded at the waist, it's like every natural feminine gesture for girls, Alex exaggerates it to the limit, to be more feminine than the most feminine of women.
"Okay. Okay. Don't get angry! I will show you the official page of A.C.E. and I will explain to them all the ideology about black supremacy.” Emily tries to calm down her friend as the three children go upstairs and suddenly you find herself alone in the kitchen without a single goodbye, to clean up breakfast.
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You spend the day in front of your old laptop, writing code in Hannah's room… that is, the master bedroom, for some reason you have never felt that room as your own, you think of the place as Hannah's room, and whenever you are here whether working or sleeping you feel like a guest, an intruder. As the sun begins to set, you hear Hannah coming through the apartment door. You stand up and stretch, cracking your back after being hunched over in front of the screen all day. When you go downstairs you see your sexy wife carrying a small bag of groceries and she asks you to bring the rest. Reluctantly you get up and go to the car to do this you must leave your luxurious apartment and go down four floors to the basement of the building, all the cars of the families that live in the building are parked down there. The place is wide, dark, and cold, like all parking lots, it has a capacity for 20 cars. Two parking spaces for each apartment, your ****** is entitled to four parking spaces since your apartment occupies two floors. The cars that are now parked in the basement are not quite luxury cars, but they are expensive and new, to which your little old car stands out like a sore thumb. There, old, dull, and a little dented, sits your red 2008 Suzuki SX4, though the paint is so sun-bleached it looks more like hot pink. You've been driving that ugly car for seven years and you were already bored with it a year ago when you and your ****** moved to New York. With your new job and juicy new paycheck, you thought you might finally upgrade to a newer model, but Hannah wouldn't give you a dollar for it, she said very outraged that you were being very selfish by wanting to buy a new car for yourself when the one you already had worked perfectly, and it was true, you keep your ugly old car fully functional because it is one of the few things that belongs completely to you.
When Hannah was done scolding you, she was the one who bought herself a new late-model car. a luxurious pearl white 2015 Honda Odyssey that was parked right next to your faded old car. You open the trunk of that huge "Mom Van" and discover that inside there are more than six paper bags full of food and various products. You sigh tired at the prospect of lugging all those bags to the top floor, you'll have to make several trips, thank goodness for elevators. As you grab the bags, a magazine falls out of one of them, and on the cover is the beautiful Anna Heather, and if she looked like your wife before, now she could be Hannah herself, her breasts were already big when she filmed the infamous movie, but now they look huge, almost the same size as Hannah's.
The beautiful and sensual Anna Heather is standing there looking directly at the camera, posing completely nude for the cover of that magazine, but it's not just Anna's sexy slutty body that attracts attention, Jarrad Christensen, also naked, is behind her embracing her, possessing her, her right hand is squeezing the huge left breast of the beautiful white woman, causing her huge muscular arm to cover and crush the huge left breast, preventing Anna's pretty pink nipples from being in the spotlight view. Her other huge black hand covers Anna's vagina possessively, the beautiful brunette has both hands on her swollen round belly, Anna Heather looks very happy and very pregnant, she has the biggest smile you've ever seen. Jarrad who is taller than Anna by at least a foot stands out behind the white female body like a giant, he is also looking at the camera, and smiling, but it is a smirk, a smug and confident half smile, his dark eyes are cold, evil and for a moment you can almost feel that this huge black male is mocking you.
You read the cover in disbelief.
♥ QUEEN OF SPADES ♥
The definitive guide to the queens of the black new world order.
♠ This month find out which is the favorite lingerie for the BLACK KINGS, in our top: The 13 sexiest outfits for your BLACK BULL! [p.10-13]
♥ On the cover: The BLACK KING Jarrad Christensen and the QUEEN OF SPADES Anna Heather: tell us the story of the love that grew between them during the filming of the acclaimed film RESCUE LOVE: “I was married to a pathetic and weak white boy for five years, but after meeting a real man, a black man, I knew my place in the world, now I am his, I belong to him body and soul!), declares Anna Heather, the sexy racially erotic film star. [p.25-30]
♠ How to train your white husband to be a good cuckold? Queen Jenny Summers has the ultimate guide for you. [pp.45-50]
♥ From pathetic white boy to a beautiful Sissy Princess!:
Hormones, Diet, and Exercise! We reveal all the secrets for you to achieve your metamorphosis and become a beautiful sissy butterfly. [p. 30-35]
♠ CROTCH TATTOO: Design your fertility tattoo! A tattooed belly is a pregnant belly. [p. 20-22]
What the fuck was this weird magazine about? Sissy Princess? BLACK KINGS? Queen of Spades? Cuckold? What the hell is a CROTCH TATTOO? The definitive guide to the queens of the black new world order.
♠ This month find out which is the favorite lingerie for the BLACK KINGS, in our top: The 13 sexiest outfits for your BLACK BULL! [p.10-13]
♥ On the cover: The BLACK KING Jarrad Christensen and the QUEEN OF SPADES Anna Heather: tell us the story of the love that grew between them during the filming of the acclaimed film RESCUE LOVE: “I was married to a pathetic and weak white boy for five years, but after meeting a real man, a black man, I knew my place in the world, now I am his, I belong to him body and soul!), declares Anna Heather, the sexy racially erotic film star. [p.25-30]
♠ How to train your white husband to be a good cuckold? Queen Jenny Summers has the ultimate guide for you. [pp.45-50]
♥ From pathetic white boy to a beautiful Sissy Princess!:
Hormones, Diet, and Exercise! We reveal all the secrets for you to achieve your metamorphosis and become a beautiful sissy butterfly. [p. 30-35]
♠ CROTCH TATTOO: Design your fertility tattoo! A tattooed belly is a pregnant belly. [p. 20-22]
You ask yourself all those questions while carrying three bags at the same time, clumsily entering the elevator, and with difficulty pressing the button for the top floor...
You can't stop staring at the obscene cover of that bizarre magazine, because you stupidly placed it on top of the middle bag, the lewd image of that naked and pregnant Hannah-like porn actress being embraced possessively by the manly, muscular, and tall black male burns into your pupils with each passing second. You decide that you want to read what kind of nonsense may be written on its pages and with great difficulty you try to turn the pages of that infamous magazine to see inside, and at that precise moment the elevator stops in the lobby, and thanks to the surprise You drop the magazine, and there on two pages is a pornographic photo of Jarrad Christensen. The huge black male is reclining on white silk sheets, and the very naked and very pregnant Anna Heather is straddling him, showing her swollen belly and fat heavy white tits in profile, Jarrad has his huge black hands covering her gigantic white udders. The voluptuous and sexy copy of your wife has her head behind her arching her back sensually, her beautiful eyes are closed with pleasure, and the sexy woman is biting her lower lip provocatively.
Terrified you look at that vulgar image of interracial love, and even more terrified you look up at the entrance to the elevator, where the Harrisons are staring at the floor.
The Harrisons are the couple who live in the apartment below yours. Gerald Harrison is a 50-year-old white man, he is a few inches shorter than you, but unlike you, he is extremely fat, he was once brown, but now what little hair he has left is completely gray and it is only a fringe that it wraps around his head from ear to ear, giving him the look of a Catholic friar, his greasy bald head gleaming in the elevator light, his small porcine eyes wide open behind thick bottle-bottomed glasses. You can notice how his forehead begins to peel with beads of sweat, and his stocky ugly face is painted red up to his ears.
His wife, Harriet Harrison, on the other hand, is a blonde, beautiful, and elegant woman. She is tall, at least 1.78m tall, blonde, and her smooth alabaster skin is silky smooth and completely white, her beautiful face is elegant and superb, like a duchess. With a straight, upturned, and haughty nose, her lips, although small and thin, are juicy and appetizing, perfectly outlined. Her blonde hair is beaten gold, shiny, and golden like honey.
Harriet Harrison is 45 years old, but she looks ten years younger, and only a few tiny wrinkles around her beautiful, cool blue eyes give any hint of her true age. Right now those blue eyes are wide open looking at the two-page photograph of Jarrad and Anna Heather, and like her husband, her face is tinged with red, but unlike Gerald's ugly appearance, Harriet looks beautiful with those cheekbones. tall and aristocratic femininely flushed.
The doors close behind them and during the trip to the third floor none of the three say or do anything, only the noise of the elevator going up breaks the uncomfortable atmosphere that has been created thanks to that obscene image of interracial union and reproduction. Nervous you begin to sweat and shake, partly from the weight of the food bags, but the main reason is that now your distinguished neighbors know that either you or Hannah read interracial sex magazines.
Gerald Harrison stops looking at the magazine and turns to look at the doors, but Harriet, that mature lady with an aristocratic appearance and regal demeanor, and who has always been serious, distant, and cold as ice, remains completely absorbed, her eyes fixed and without blinking in that sensual photo of interracial love.
The distinguished woman dresses elegantly, wearing a pink and white plaid blazer and pants set made of thick Scottish wool, under the blazer is a long-sleeved white blouse, and below you can see the silhouette of an expensive white lace bra.
Surprised notes as the cold and serious Mrs. Harrison's nipples bloom beneath her blouse and thick bra. It is incredibly erotic to notice how those two nipples stand out in a vulgar way through those elegant designer clothes, you calculate that Ms. Harrison's breasts must be size C, not too small and not too big, perfect, her tits are still perfectly round and firm, almost youthful, the Harrisons are childless, and you wonder if that's why Harriet keeps those perfect pairs of breasts.
Mrs. Harrison calls her lips and her breathing quickens noticeably and you are furious to realize that Jarrad Christensen has that effect on all women.
Finally, the elevator stops and the doors open, Gerald quickly exits without avoiding eye contact with you, but Harriet is still frozen inside the elevator completely mesmerized by the magazine, Gerald calls out to her a couple of times, but Harriet doesn't react and when the doors are about to close Gerald grabs his wife's arm roughly and drags her away.
When the elevator reaches your floor you somehow manage to put the magazine back in a bag and you enter your house shaking with the effort, you yell for help but no one comes and your force yourself to resist until you reach the kitchen where you leave the bags on the table and while you catch your breath you can see how Hannah is lying on the armchair in the living room looking at the screen of her cell phone completely absorbed, and even from a distance you can notice that your wife is looking at endless photos of enormous black men on Instagram. For a moment you think of interrupting her and angrily asking her to help carry the groceries up, but that stupid thought fades from your mind as you look at your wife's sexy body and lush beauty, then see your lanky, thin reflection in the polished doors stainless steel refrigerator, and you remember how lucky you are to be married to such a beautiful and sexy woman with renewed energy, you prepare to go down to the parking lot once more.
Twenty minutes later, when you've packed all the groceries in the cupboard or fridge, Hannah finally walks into the kitchen, but completely ignoring you, she grabs the infamous magazine and asks the kids to come downstairs, and goes back into the living room, the softness of her eyes shine as she begins to leaf through the magazine.
"You don't normally read magazines, honey." Seeing how your sexy wife wets her lips when turning the pages is too much and you dare to interrupt her and your voice is a weak claim.
"That? As? Oh, it's you, honey!" Hannah looks up at you strangely, as if she had forgotten you were there. "I know, but this one looked so interesting, I had to get it," Hannah answers.
In your head you can guess why it might be “so interesting”, but you don't want to say it out loud. You want to ignore this little fascination Hannah has with the movie and that black actor, you feel like if you pretend it's nothing, it will pass faster and you can go back to how things were.
You can see how his sexy wife with huge tits starts flipping through the strange magazine while a blush dyes her white cheeks, a mischievous smile is drawn on her thick slutty lips, and after a moment she sensually bites her bottom lip enjoying whatever it is that she is reading, Soon, Chloe, Emily, and Alex come downstairs and plop down on the couch next to Hannah, “Oh girls, look what I found!” Hannah says excitedly, showing them the cover of the magazine.
“Is that the latest issue of QUEEN OF SPADES magazine?!” Emily asks, pleasantly surprised, “I see you have a natural instinct for these things Mrs. Smalls. That magazine is also the public A.C.E., it is a dedicated guide for white girls who believe in racial justice, I have all the issues, but I had not bought this month's. I see Anna Heather is on the cover, and look at how hot Jarrad looks, he's such a stud!” Emily sighs dreamily.
“Oh wow, is this Anna Heather? She is so beautiful! And she is beaming!” Chloe says. “Look how happy she looks! Were you so happy when you were pregnant with us?”
“I was happy, but I was also very young, so I was a little scared, Anna seems elated!” Hannah replied.
“How the hell is she not going to be elated?! Jarrad Christensen impregnated her with his superior seed!” Emily is the one who had said these words, “If such a manly strong black African male impregnated me I would be crazy with happiness too!”
“What do you think Alex? Doesn't Anna Heather look beautiful?” Hannah asks the little pink-haired boy.
Alex, who has been looking at the cover of that magazine with his enormous and beautiful fawn eyes, remains silent as if he were in a trance, “Alex?!” Chloe gently shakes her pretty brother and at last, the girly boy reacts.
“Yeah! Sure! Jarrad looks just beautiful… so strong, so tall, so black, so perfect!” Alex replies in his delicate voice without realizing what he said, Hannah, Chloe, and Emily laugh in that high-pitched, hysterical way only spoiled girls can pull off.
“Oh my God Alex, you are so in love with Jarrad! You're a naughty girl!” Emily hugs Alex as she teases him.
"I'm thinking that it's not a good idea for you to see the movie Alex, if a few photos you're already completely smitten by Jarrad when you see how big he is, you're going to go crazy!" Hannah mocks her effeminate son.
Alex who had once again hidden behind the long sleeves of his sweatshirt, discovers his pretty freckled face and angrily he pouts adorably with his thick slutty lips, “You can't do this to me, it's not fair! I want to see Jarrad in the movie! Emily says his big black dick is…” and then Alex covers his face again with his long sleeves, realizing that he has once again talked too much. A new wave of hysterical giggling echoes through the room, Alex continues to pout his adorable slutty lips as he stomps his foot on the floor angrily. When the three beautiful white women stop laughing, Chloe rushes to calm Alex.
"Come on little brother! It's just a joke! Of course, you'll watch the movie with us, and Emily promised to give you the movies where Jarrad is playing with cute sissy boys like you, so you can watch your beloved black male as many times as you want.” Alex calms down and his face lights up at the thought of Jarrad.
“I'm so jealous of Anna Heather!” Alex finally admits embarrassed, “It must be great to have a real man to protect you, take care of you, and fuck…” his delicate voice trails off as Anna's elf face returns causing him to blush.
"You're right Alex! It must be great to be in the strong arms of a real man, a black man!” Chloe sighs. Hannah opens the magazine in half and the two beautiful women and the pretty white boy surround her to watch the interracial couple's photo shoot. The four “white girls” gazed in wonder, jealousy, and excitement at the photos of the mighty Jarrad naked posing next to his new lover.
“Look at the questions they were asked!” Hannah exclaims in amazement. “Anna, how many times a day do they mate and how long is each mating session?” Emily's voice reads one of the questions in the magazine.
“Jarrad is insatiable! So he fucks me at least four times a day, twice in the morning and twice at night, but Jarrad works every day so he also has to fuck other white girls while filming… On the weekends. He stays home during the week and we can be mating in bed all day, resting only to eat and drink water… I would say our record is ten times in one day, and another five times during the night. Jarrad spends more or less an hour fucking me before cumming... and I couldn't tell you how many orgasms my man can cause me in each session, the truth is that there are so many and so strong that I lose count.” Chloe reads the answer in amazement.
"That can't be true, right mommy? No man can fuck that many times in one day, or last an hour doing it!" Alex asks his mother in disbelief.
“I don't know, in my experience, I can say that it can't be true, but I've never been with a real man… I mean, I've never been with any black man, surely they are different?” Hannah replies. You feel a stab in the chest, “I've never been with a real man…”, that's what your sexy and beautiful wife you've been married to for twenty years just said. “Of course, black men are different than pathetic weak white boys, comparing them is like comparing an African lion to a house kitten. If Anna says that Jarrad can fuck her all day and all night, it's a fact that Jarrad can fuck any white female for hours, he's an African stud, there's nothing weird about that.”
"My God! The more I learn about black men, the more I wish you had told me about them before, Emily.” Chloe looks angrily at her friend. “Don't worry Chloe, we'll make up for lost time, just trust me,” Emily winks flirtatiously.
You continue to listen and watch this whole bizarre scene horrified but worthless to stop it, you just keep standing there watching as the three sexy beautiful white women and your sissy cute son drool over pictures of a black stud while talking about how much perfect and superior are black men compared to white men, compared to you.
Alex reads the next question from that infamous interview.
"Anna, how do you feel knowing that Jarrad fucks other white girls? What do you think about being part of a BLACK BULL's harem? Do you regret divorcing your white husband?" Alex's sweet voice reads the question, ecstatic and surprised. "BLACK BULL?" Alex asks curiously, and you also wonder what the hell that means.
“That's what they call black men, real men who fuck married white wives, sexy young white girls, and feminine, delicate white sissy boys, every white girl wants to belong to a BLACK BULL, and all BLACK BULLS have the right to own a harem of beautiful and sexy white girls.” Emily again demonstrates her vast knowledge in that bizarre world of black superiority.
“Wow! A harem, are you serious?” Hannah asks, reading the question to make sure Alex isn't making it up.
"Oh yeah, it's natural for real men, black men, to have at least half a dozen white women in their harem, black studs need to fuck many times a day every day, one female is not enough." Emily happily explains.
“Read the answer Alex, come on!” Chloe orders her little brother.
“I feel extremely happy, I am proud to be one of the whores of MY BLACK KING Jarrad, the other white girls have been very kind and loving to me, they have made me feel welcome from day one and about my white husband, I have not divorced him, Jimmy, that's his name, he's still my husband, I wanted a divorce, of course, but Jimmy is begging me on his knees not to leave him, so I agreed on the condition that he would take care of all my expenses, and my needs, he works hard to buy me everything I want, that includes clothes, shoes, lingerie and makeup for me and gifts for MY BLACK KING Jarrad, it's annoying having to see him a couple of days a week, but when I'm with him I can relax and let him pamper me like the Queen that I am, it's a very good servant, and someone will have to take care of my beautiful black baby when it is born, I think he will make a good nurse. Of course, I will never have sex with him again, and of course, he has accepted it." Alex finishes reading that madness as if it were the most exciting and beautiful thing he had ever read in his life.
“Wow! Did that Jimmy beg him to stay even after everyone got to see Jarrad impregnate his wife in a movie, pathetic!” Chloe says in disgust.
“You have to understand that for a weak white boy, it is an honor to be able to serve such a sexy and beautiful Queen, just being able to call himself her husband should be enough for him to work his whole life for her and her BLACK BULL.” Emily again explained that twisted logic, which sounded ridiculous and cruel but Hannah, Chloe, and Alex drank thirstily.
You can't stand another minute of that madness, so you clear your throat loudly and desperately say the only thing you know that will end the reading of that horrible magazine.
“Guys, didn't you guys want to see the movie?” you immediately regret it, the last thing she wants is for your innocent loving ******** and delicate cute son to see that awful movie, and you're also not thrilled that Hannah is seeing Hannah again. jarrad and his huge black cock in action, but it was the only thing you could think of to distract the four beautiful white women from that twisted interview.
“OH MY GOSH! It's true, we got so distracted by the magazine that we forgot why we're here!”, Hannah laughs at her clumsiness, “Thank you dear, you're a good white boy!”. Hannah says it teasingly, and even though you know you should be mad, you can't help but feel happy that your wife approves.
With the three girls and your little son on the four-piece sofa, there is not enough space and you are more or less pushed and forgotten in an uncomfortable chair to the side. You didn't even want to see the movie again, but you felt like seeing Hannah's reaction again. As the film begins, the beautiful and sexy Anna Heather is shown to be in love with the movie version of you.
This causes Chloe to ask irritably, "Wait, I thought Anna was with Jarrad?"
“Shh. She will be, just watch." Hannah says quickly.
“Ohhh, is that why it's called RESCUE LOVE? Why is he saving her from this idiot?” Emily asks amused. Emily's goofy comment hurts a bit since at this point in last night's movie it was cute how much the young couple reminded you and Hannah of each other.
"Emily, you are so mean!" Chloe jokes and all the girls laugh. About twenty minutes later, the sweet and tender quiet sex scene between the little white actor and Anna Heather begins, and although it looks like a copy of one of the few times Hannah made love to you.
Alex leans back on the lap of the girls and says, "This is a bit boring, Mommy," his delicate voice sounds annoyed.
“It's true, this is so boring, if I wanted to see a white boy pretending to be a man, I would have gone on a date with my pathetic white boyfriend,” Emily expresses her frustration as she crosses her arms angrily.
"Mom you promised us explicit sex between a white girl and a strong black male, this is not even real sex, it is obvious that they are not fucking." Chloe supports her blonde friend.
"Hush, it's about to get a lot better," Hannah says.
Alex lies face down on the thighs of the three beautiful women, he is so small and thin that none of them protest, Emily places her hands on Alex, and with a little surprise, says, "Wow Alex, I thought you were skinny, but I see you have a nice ass!"
"I'm skinny, I don't know why, but my butt seems like the only place fat goes!" Alex laughs.
Chloe smiles and walks over and gives Alex a playful pat on the bottom and says. Damn, Alex! Why are you hiding that thing under sweatshirts?
“Girls!” Hannah exclaimed, and all three women started laughing. “Do you want to see the movie or not?”
"Of course, I want to see the movie! But right now I want to see Alex's ass, it seems to be as big as mine." Emily is caressing your son's bottom through the thick sweatshirt. Alex remains meekly silent with a slight blush on his freckled cheeks.
"Oh, Emily, I'm sorry to break it to you, but Alex's ass is bigger and fatter than yours!” Chloe cruelly teases her blonde best friend.
"I can't believe that! This dainty little white boy can't have a better ass than me!" Emily defends her honor, still caressing Alexis' fat buttocks.
“Come on Alex, take off that awful sweatshirt and show Emily those fat buttocks Mommy gave you!” Chloe gives her little brother a hard, resounding spank.
Alexis lets out a feminine moan of pain, but obeys with a feminine laugh, once standing up his elf face turns completely red, and he gathers his little princess hands between his thighs and sways from side to side like a shy girl.
"Go ahead, my beautiful boy! Show us that round fat ass!” Hannah is laughing in a youthful and hysterical way as if she were a teenager. Then Alex turns his back to them and very slowly pulls his long sweatshirt up to her waist, a sudden silence fills the room. Since Alex was ten you hadn't seen your son without one of his oversized emo kid sweatshirts, and dammit, he had changed in that time. His lower back is exposed, and everyone can see his white skin sprinkled with pink freckles, his waist is very slim, almost impossibly narrow, the waist of a ballet dancer, but below that tiny waist are obscenely huge fat buttocks that blossomed femininely. Those huge buttocks are rounder, fatter, and bigger than Emily's, for God's sake, that juicy fat peach butt could be bigger than Chloe's.
Alex is wearing ugly boyish jeans, but even so, his huge ass looks extremely sexy, the black jean stretched to the max trying to contain that pair of gigantic soft globes, and below those stunningly broad female hips, long, fat legs extend to her delicate feet, those are the shapely, thick thighs of a dancer, trained daily to perform powerful leaps and beautiful pirouettes. Alex's very short waist and huge female ass make him look ridiculously sexy, almost cartoonish, Alex has Jessica Rabbit's waist and hips, he looks like a sexy wasp, with that tiny waist and a huge tail.
"Dammit, girl! You have the biggest, fattest ass I've ever seen! Damn lucky bitch!" Emily's voice is thick with jealousy.
"Shut up! It's not true!" Alexis's soft voice tries to sound offended and angry, but you can tell he's flattered and proud.
"Damn you, Alex! I hate you so much! I should have inherited Mom's big fat butt cheeks, not you!” Chloe slaps him hard on one of those huge butt cheeks, Alex moans femininely and they all can see how that smooth round buttock swells, shakes, and shakes like a delicious flan.
"You're right Chloe! Alex has the same mass as your mom! I would kill to have gigantic fat buttocks like this!" Emily also furiously slaps your son's other buttock, and again in complete shock as that round buttock trembles sensually.
"Enough girls! My ass is not as fat and big as Alex's, Right?” Hannah stands up and checks her own butt critically.
“Of course it is Mom! Emily is right, you and Alex have round, fat, huge mare's asses!” Chloe laughs as she forces her mom to stand next to Alex, they're both handing them the sword, and they're both leaning forward, arching their backs and showing off those huge asses with pride.
"I'm so jealous! Damn sexy mares!” Emily uses both of her pretty hands to spank Hannah and Alex's huge asses, both of them whooping with joy.
Hannah's wearing skinny jeans that hug her huge, sexy buttocks like a second skin, and now it's a fact Alex has exactly the same fat round ass as his mom, and while Hannah's tall, curvaceous body kinda hides that tremendous ass, in the case of Alexis, being so small and thin, those wide female hips look obscene and pornographic.
Chloe and Emily giggle and squeal with excitement as they friendly snap and insult Alex and Hannah. Finally, the tempers calm down and Alex and Hannah return to their places completely flushed, but with their beautiful gray eyes full of pride. Once again the three women occupy the couch and the delicate Alex is leaning like a kitten on their thighs, face down, this time leaving his huge, fat mare's ass in full view. Neither has seen the sex scene between the married couple, and Hannah doesn't seem interested in rewinding the movie, apparently, that part isn't important to her. Everyone's attention returned to the movie, just as the big argument between Anna and her little white husband breaks out.
There is a knock at the door and you look at your ****** on the sofa. You see Hannah smiling as Jake is about to open the door. She is smiling excitedly, expectantly, Hurts, You don't know why, but that smile hurts as if he was waiting for this big black stud to pounce and save the beautiful white girl, the door opens and Hannah's eyes cloud over and you swear she's about to start drooling. All three girls gasp in amazement as the scene seems to linger on the big black stallion, who seems to be posing in the driveway for longer than you remember, even Alex seems surprised by this man.
You see Hannah nudge Chloe with her elbow and say softly, “I told you it gets better,” your wife has a sly smile on her plump lips. Chloe doesn't answer she is still in a daze, slack-jawed at the sight of this dreamy big black bull on the screen. If the girls weren't hugging before, when it comes to the wet and passionate kissing scene between Anna Heather and Jarrad Christensen they certainly are now, the Kisses and caresses last forever like the door scene, it seems like it's even longer than you remember.
You want to stand up and tell them that you're not comfortable with your kids watching these kinds of movies, especially Alex, who was still a kid. But, even if you said something you don't think they'll listen to you. Everyone is completely captivated by this African Adonis, who is kissing and caressing the huge tits and wet vagina of the beautiful white woman on the screen, even Alex can't take his beautiful gray doe eyes off the screen. When the kissing scene ends and everyone can see the gigantic outline of Jarrad's cock under his thick jeans, Alex gives a little cry of surprise and fear, “That can't be real, it can't…”, he mutters, his thick lips parting in disbelief.
"It's real my pretty boy, believe me, it's real, and you haven't seen anything yet," Hannah tells him while she herself is almost drooling, her cheeks red, and her breathing heavy, Chloe and Emily are no better, they are both excited and with eyes cloudy with desire. The movie continues and while the three sexy girls and the effeminate white boy are completely absorbed by the story of the young white wife you can only watch her amazing reactions. Then comes the alley scene, Anna is about to be *****, and Chloe, Emily, and Alex let out little squeals of fear and apprehension none of them want anything bad to happen to the heroine. Their little cries of fear turn to gasps of admiration and surprise as they see the huge, muscular Jarrad savagely beating the gang members, Alex fidgeting on the girls' laps, his breathing quickening, the little boy biting himself and he licks his thick lips nervously. Chloe and Emily are moving their thick thighs to scratch an itch between their legs. Hannah places her hands on her massive breasts and covertly fondles her erect nipples, which stand out hard and erect, just like Emily's and Chloe's. It's obvious that the four people on the couch want to masturbate, but they hold back, you can only sit in the uncomfortable kitchen chair feeling miserable watching Jarrad's effect on three women and a white boy.
Your attention returns to the screen and you watch in horror as Jarrad throws Anna off the bed, you know what will come next, and even if you wanted to close your eyes, for some strange and masochistic reason you can't. Jarrad unleashes the terrible black anaconda on her, you can hear the loud thump of his huge black cock hitting his chiseled abdomen.
The eyes of the three beautiful women and the effeminate white boy are wide open, their pretty mouths droop into a perfect "O" of amazement, Alex looks with reverence and fear at that huge twelve-inch black cock as thick as his arm. “OH MY GOSH!” three female voices exclaim in unison. Chloe, Emily, and Alex couldn't contain their delight and amazement, Hannah kept quiet by biting her plump lip and the nightmare begins once more, an hour of intense interracial sex in high definition is shown uncensored to the delight of three white girls, and a beautiful and delicate white boy, during that eternal hour, Emily, Chloe, Alex and Hannah moan, they sob and move as they try to caress their needy bodies in subtle ways.
You can see how your cute little son moves his hips excited by him, but he is not rubbing his crotch against the thick thighs of his sister, no, what the beautiful white boy does is lift his butt up. Alex is on his knees on the thick thighs of the girls, he is so light that none of the three seem to notice him, the delicate white boy is shaking his huge buttocks temptingly, looking for something to fill him, trying to calm the desire that floods his body, moves his ass up and down begging for "something", one of his delicate hands is in his mouth, your son is biting his sweatshirt trying in vain to muffle the feminine moans of need that he is letting out of his pretty mouth, the other hand is between his legs, but it's not caressing his penis, his delicate pianist's fingers are between his fat mare's buttocks, caressing his needy anus.
The women are no better, they all have one of their hands between their legs gently caressing their needy vaginas, Hannah, Emily, and Chloe use their free hands to caress their breasts, giving small pinches to their erect nipples every time Jarrad insults, slaps, or spits on Linda's face or into her mouth. You just don't want to believe that crude interracial pornography forced your innocent and demure ********, your devoted and sweet wife, and your shy and effeminate son to forget about his modesty and start masturbating in front of you, but that is exactly what is happening!
The intense rough sex session finally ends, and another violent scene ensues Jarrad beating Jake. Alex can't take it anymore, the little boy is glassy-eyed and his thick slut lips are wet, your sissy son is literally drooling from watching the gigantic powerful black macho on the screen beat up the pathetic weak blonde actor who so much looks like you his gray fawn eyes are glazed over and a moan of frustration escapes his swollen slutty lips, the little hand that was covering his swollen slutty lips is now under his sweatshirt caressing his chest, the other is between his legs, rubbing his anus furiously, her moans turning into pathetic, feminine whines.
Finally, the beating ends and Jarrad returns to bed to fuck Anna again, when that huge twelve-inch black cock penetrates the busty actress's body again, Alex tenses up and his back arches to the maximum, his plain chest rubs against his mother's thighs and his behind is raised to the sky like a cat in heat.
It's obvious he's trying to come, but the frustrated, feminine whimpers escaping his plump pink lips tell him that he can't reach the top, he needs something more, he needs something inside him. The three sexy white women do make it to the top, all moaning and squealing with their eyes closed as they bite their lips and their bodies tremble and squirm the smell of the juices of four females in heat fills the room, yeah, four females in heat because no one who saw your delicate and beautiful son behaving like a kitten in heat could deny that he is a female. Their bodies twist and arch almost painfully for a couple of minutes and then they slump back on the couch tired, sweaty, and gasping for breath. A few minutes pass when they open their eyes again, and they look at each other confused and embarrassed, you feel miserable but before the silence turns awkward, Emily distracts everyone's attention.
"Oh, my God! Look at that wedding dress, isn't it beautiful?” the petite blonde says in a breathy voice, pointing to the beautiful Anna Heather who is wearing obscene white lace lingerie.
“You're right, it's a beautiful dress!” Chloe says ecstatically, trying to catch her breath.
“I would love to wear one like that to my wedding!” Hannah says dreamily.
“My dear, you already had a wedding, with me, remember?" during all that bizarre spectacle you kept still and silent, but hearing how Hannah has forgotten that in fact she already had a wedding and that in fact, she married you dressed in white, forces you to speak.
“Oh that's right darling, you're right!” Hannah looks away from the screen and looks at you as if she's forgotten you're there, “But I just meant, if I got married again, I'd love to wear a dress like that.”
“This time she might even marry a real man!” Emily laughs cruelly.
"Emily, please!" Hannah pats her gently on the shoulder, but she's laughing at her joke.
"Emily, you are so mean!" Chloe also scolds her friend, but just like her mother, she's laughing at the little blonde's cruel joke.
“Well, I'm definitely going to marry a real man, a black man, and I'm definitely going to wear a dress identical to that one!” Emily says determinedly, “Although to be honest, I have to accept that an outfit like that would look better on a woman as sexy as you are Mrs. Smalls, with those gigantic tits and that fat mare's ass you would look perfect.”
"Oh come on Emily! You exaggerate! I'm too fat, and these tits are so huge, and heavy!” Hannah tries to cover her huge breasts with her delicate little hands, but she fails miserably, each tit the size of a watermelon.
“It's true, you and Chloe have the biggest, roundest, firmest tits in town! You and Alex have the fattest, biggest, roundest asses I've ever seen! A dress this sexy would only look good on one of the three of you. I bet Alexis would look just adorable in white lace!” Emily spanks the girly boy's fat ass once more, Alex still lying face down on the legs of the three women, the spanking resounding in the room.
“Oh just shut up Emily!” Alex covers his flushed face but waves his little feet in the air excitedly.
“Come on Alex! Be honest, if Jarrad asked you to wear that dress for him you would do it right away!” Chloe strokes her little brother's pink hair as she teases him. Alex simply hides his freckled red face between his mother's legs, seeking protection and shelter.
“Come on girls! Don't be mean to my pretty boy!” Hannah defends her special child immediately. "Everyone here is in awe of Jarrad, Alex is just a little in love, not that I blame him. Everyone here is impressed by Jarrad." That sentence is like a blow to your stomach, you already knew that Hannah was dazzled by the huge and muscular black actor, but hearing it in her own voice was very painful.
“Oh my god!” Emily yelled as if she had just remembered something important. She immediately goes on her phone, tapping before saying. “You need to see this! It's Jarrad's Instagram, and it's amazing!”
The three girls plus Alex are staring at Emily's phone for almost five minutes before Alex stands up and says, “Uh, the couch is getting uncomfortable… I'm going to go check out his Instagram above.” Alex scrambles to his feet before sneakily stealing his mother's infamous magazine and running upstairs, you can hear his door slam shut and the lock click.
Ten, fifteen minutes go by and the girls continue browsing the black stud's Instagram. You've tried very loudly to clear your throat and bring the girls back to reality, but the only thing that exists for them right now is Jarrad Christensen's Instagram page.
“Oh, open that picture…” Chloe speaks softly.
"You read my mind, honey," Hannah responds sweetly.
You decide to get up and walk away from the awkward black stud ogling session these three white girls are in and walk into the kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of water, wondering what the hell is going on with them, it's like the night before you crossed into an alternate dimension where your beautiful, demure, Catholic, loving wife has turned into a cheeky and horny woman who masturbated in front of her son while she watched a huge black stud wildly fuck an actress almost identical to her. Your children were unrecognizable, Chloe who had always been a good and gentle ********, was now laughing and teasing you while fondling herself watching raw interracial pornography and Alexis the shy, effeminate boy who had been in deep depression for an entire year now found himself laughing and joking as he proudly showed off his obscenely fat peach-shaped buttocks. Not to mention that he saw how Alexis caressed himself between her fat buttocks while he posed on all fours like a cat in heat.
You drink another glass of water trying to refresh yourself and clear your thoughts. Ten minutes later, you finally hear a real conversation instead of a singular murmur about which photo to look at next from the living room, you rush over to hear them talk.
“What do you mean you don't have Instagram, Ms. Smalls? You are a sexy bombshell, you would have so many real men following you, and to be honest, the world deserves to see how good it looks!" Emily exclaims.
"Well, I do not know, I had never really thought about it. I like to think I'm pretty, but pretty enough to post pictures of myself?” Hannah wonders aloud.
“Of course you are, Chloe has like fifteen thousand followers and you are the MILF version of her! I mean, I even have six thousand followers and I'm not as hot as you two!” Emily continues.
“Oh stop Emily, you're a hottie and you know it! But she's right Mom, you're gorgeous and you would definitely get a lot of attention online and who knows, maybe you'd even make money from it." Chloe encouraged her beautiful mother.
"I have tried to get sponsors, but all the companies and boutiques that interest me want me to get more followers first," Emily says, trying to convince Hannah.
“Well, another source of income would be great… Alright guys, how do I make an account? What should I post?” Hannah asks excitedly.
“Oh Yay!” the two youngest girls exclaim, "Let's go find some cute outfits and take some pictures," and with that, your wife, ********, and her friend laugh and run upstairs to the room you share with Hannah, For a moment you are in shock, not believing that your mature and beautiful wife of 37 years is about to create an Instagram account, where she will pose in sexy clothes for all the world to see like she is a hot teenager.
You decide to go upstairs, still not sure if you really want to see what those three happy and excited white girls are doing. As you slowly walk up the stairs, the laughter grows louder and you hear several times. "Oh, that's super cute!" from one of the girls every two seconds.
You're getting closer when you hear soft, sweet girly moans coming from Alex's room. Curiosity seizes you and you approach his room. You hear movements and the soft noise of springs, but you're not quite sure what's going on inside when you hear something that makes it pretty clear. “Oh fuck, yes DADDY!” You hear a soft meow from his room.
It sounded like Alex, but different, he has always been so soft-spoken, but this almost sounded like pornography, he has a feminine energy that confuses you, but you can still recognize Alex in that voice. You continue to listen, completely stumped by everything, just trying to get another clue as to what's going on. when a soft squeak of springs makes sense to you, he's masturbating! As you come to that conclusion and are about to walk away from his door, you hear something that surprises you. "Oh yeah. Oh, daddy Jarrad!, Yes!, Take me, daddy!, Take me!, Give it to me, please, Please, Please, GIVE ME YOUR BIG BLACK COCK, DADDY Jarrad!”
Your eyes widen when you realize that this black stud seems to have put a spell on four of the five people in your house so far. You walk away from the door to your own room when the hysterical giggling begins to take over your ears again. It takes a second for your eyes to catch up as your brain is still remembering what you heard in Alex's room.
You walk into your room and see clothes thrown everywhere. Tops and bras hanging on the bed. Tights, panties, and delicate lace thongs of all sizes and colors are scattered all over the floor, Pants, skirts, and shoes littered the floor. You look up to see your topless wife with her back to you. Her bare white breasts are so gigantic that you can see how those huge fat tits stick out on the sides of her slender torso, and despite all the conflicting feelings you have in your head you can't help but admire and get excited at the sight of those huge tits.
Hannah is wearing probably the tightest jeans you've ever seen, they hug every curve of her fat round ass. She leans forward, her long shapely legs completely straight, Hannah is wearing sexy red velvet pumps with 5-inch heels, they are the only heels this high in her closet, she only wears them to Christmas parties, she looks really sexy, too hot actually, she looks like a slut.
Emily was standing behind Hannah with her state-of-the-art iPhone focusing on that big fat ass and taking photos and bossing around your sexy wife. You are trying to think of a compliment to flatter your wife when your ******** sees you standing in the doorway. "Hey! This is a private set! Don't look, you weirdo!” Chloe jokingly says, but still, she made you feel like a voyeur. As Chloe walks up to you in the door, you can't help but notice how her big round breasts bounce, Emily's right, your ******** and your wife have the best butt in the whole town, and for some reason that knowledge doesn't make you proud, it actually makes you feel nervous and scared. You look at Hannah and see her looking over her shoulder at you with a strange expression on her face, your previously demure and modest wife looking completely flushed, embarrassed, and almost apologetic, but also excited and joyous like you've never seen her before, you make brief eye contact with your wife before Chloe slams the door in your face.
Someone says something, though you're not quite sure what it was, and then a chorus of giggles comes through the door. You feel a bit lost in your own home when you think you might as well go back downstairs to watch TV. You walk past Alex's room and you're not sure if it's your imagination playing tricks on you or if your pretty girly son is still masturbating, but you swear you can hear more of those feminine meows of pleasure from under his door.
Going downstairs, you see that the television is still on. The credits have long since rolled and the movie menu is still on the screen. The handsome black man is smiling sinisterly at you with the sexy white actress hugging him grinning from ear to ear, apparently also under his spell as is your entire ******. You turn off the DVD player and in some frustration watch a boring cooking show, hopefully, you'll learn how to make a new dish and Hannah will compliment you on it.
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