This is a fantasy of interracial sex! Can you little dicked white boys understand that? If you don't like that kind of story, read something else.
After being married a year, Bob and Marsha Williams were finally going on a delayed honeymoon. It was the day after Christmas, and they were flying up to Detroit, then driving a rental car to Boyne Mountain Ski Resort. Being novice skiers, they were excited at the prospect of spending a week in the snow of Northern Michigan. Their many friends in Houston thought they were crazy as Hell, and would probably break every bone in their bodies.
"It's a good four hour drive, but, you should get there before dark." They were being told by the car rental agent. "You're not exactly dressed for this weather, and it's colder where you're going. Maybe, you should do some shopping for appropriate clothes before you leave Detroit."
"We'll be okay in a warm car." Bob explained. "Besides, buying heavy Winter clothing is a waste of money, to wear a week and throw away. Once we get to the resort, we can rent ski suits."
"Heading North, you should have emergency weather supplies." The agent replied.
About two hours from Detroit, it began snowing and Bob had to slow to a crawl. "If this keeps up, we'll never make it before dark." He observed.
It had been dark over an hour when they reached Gaylord. Here they left I-75 for a county road going over to M-131. Bob had used his windshield wipers and most of the washer fluid, from being splashed with the salty, dirty slush while on the express-way. Having over a half tank of gasoline, they never stopped in Gaylord. Just a few miles on the darkest road he had ever seen, the snow turned to a freezing rain. The defroster couldn't keep the windshields clear without help from the fluid. The fluid ran out and he was trying to drive totally blind. By bending over, he could barely see through a small area just above the defroster. Spotting a driveway, he pulled off the road and stopped.
"I don't know what to do next. I can't see to drive and there's no place to stop for help. I haven't even seen any traffic since we left Gaylord." He said.
"This is a driveway, and there must be a house close by. Turn off the headlights, so I can see." Marsha suggested. About fifty yards thru the trees, she saw the porch light of a home. "Come on! Lets run over there and ask for help."
They were only wearing sweaters, but, at least, both of them had enough sense to be wearing long pants. Running and stumbling in the dark, they reached the house just as the lights were turned out. Bob fell on the slick steps, and the noise caused the lights to come back on. The door opened and there stood an old black man, holding a shotgun.
"What're you people doing on my property?" He demanded.
Shivering from the wet and cold, Bob sputtered out. "Our car broke down and we need to get warm, then, use your phone."
"Ain't got no phone, but you can get warm. You sure ain't from around here! Nobody would travel dressed like you two. Get inside before you freeze to death. Don't need no dead people on my porch!"
Entering, Bob and Marsha saw one large room, with a hot, pot bellied stove almost in the middle. Getting as close as possible, one side got warm, while the other froze.
"That's the bad thing about a stove, you can't get warm all over at the same time." The old man grinned. "Don't you have one of them cell phones?"
"There's no signal." Marsha answered.
"I don't know what you think you can do tonight. You could sleep here, but, I only got one bed. There's nothing extra to make a pallet on the floor. Floor's too cold anyway. You don't get out of them wet clothes, you're going to catch pneumonia."
Marsha looked at the bed and suggested, "Would it be okay if Bob got in the middle and me in front?"
"Not in front, it ain't! I've got to add more wood to the stove. You or him might set the house on fire. You can sleep behind, if you want. I suppose I can put up with being next to him one night. If we're going to sleep together, we should know each other. My name's Josh. I'll turn my back while you get undressed and covered up. You need to use the toilet, it's through that door there."
