Southern Tramp by prtndr



AG-109 SOUTHERN TRAMP

FOREWORD

“Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!” Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, lily white form.

Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely blonde girl’s impossibly stretched, throbbing cuntal chasm, her legs hooked around his middle, her hips heaving in a frenzy of carnal passion.

The small, canopied bed groaned and creaked as the sixteen year old Southern belle, the daughter of one of the state’s most conservative political icons, wantonly fornicated with the big, sweaty Negro manservant.

Brutus suddenly pulled his purplish, vein-latticed mauler out of the blonde slut’s tight, satiny cunt and scrambled up on his knees, straddling her middle. Grabbing her big pillowy breasts, he pulled them apart, sandwiching his hefty black prong in the deep cleavage, between the quivering lobes of white flesh.

Oscillating his hips lewdly, he stroked his thick, bulging prick back and forth between her silky, hot breasts. His cock was so long that it bumped against her chin each time he thrust forward.

“AWWWW, SHIT, MA’AM!” he roared huskily, tossing back his black head, “I GONNA SHOOT MY WAD! AAAARRRGH!”

Melanie whimpered in delight, stretching her pouting pink lips wide apart as jets of thick, hot semen spouted from the purplish dick head and spattered over her face…

CHAPTER ONE

“What in the dickens shall I do today?” Melanie Wilkerson pouted pettishly, sitting in the open French window which looked out upon the verdant land and gardens that belonged to her wealthy father.

Melanie was an extremely beautiful girl of sixteen, a lovely combination of woman and child, the type only to be found in the South. She had lambent golden curls which cascaded around her shoulders prettily, framing an oval, porcelain face with enormous, long-lashed blue eyes, a perky upturned nose, and full, strawberry-hued lips. Her complexion was peaches and cream. Indeed, she looked the picture of health, a stunningly gorgeous Southern peach, renowned throughout the county for her lovely features.

Today, she was wearing a white silk dress with puffy sleeves and a dipping cleavage which revealed her ample, jutting breasts, far larger than those of most girls of sixteen. Her figure was like that of an hour glass, lusciously curvaceous with an incredibly slender waist and long, sexy legs. Many a lusty young buck had drooled over the sight of the dimpled Miss Wilkerson parading through the town’s streets usually shaded by a parasol, and more often than not, with her begloved hand slipped in the crook of her father’s arm.

Rhett Wilkerson was a burly, powerfully built man, a man who was fiercely possessive and extremely ambitious. He was also one of the wealthiest men in the state. The Wilkersons had dabbled in politics since before the Civil War, and there had almost never been a time in recent history in which the family was not represented in the Senate or Congress, or at least the state’s legislature. Two times a Wilkerson had served as Governor, and it was Rhett Wilkerson’s lifelong ambition to become the third and youngest man in his family to gain that coveted political post.

Wilkerson was not a scrupulous or particularly compassionate man. He could ladle charm when necessary, and during the past few months, he had bombasted the state with an expensive campaign, kissing numerous babies and visiting every orphanage and old folks home he could. Recent polls placed him neck to neck with another ambitious young politician, a handsome Democrat named Lance Hardman. Both men were in their early forties, and therefore, which ever one won the election would become the youngest Governor in the state’s history.

The State had habitually elected Democrats to office, but Wilkerson, a staunch and conservative Republican, was banking on the fact that Hardman was known to be a bit too liberal for the people of the State, especially in his attitude toward race relations. And Rhett Wilkerson intended to win the election, whatever the cost…

Melanie was sick and tired of hearing of nothing but the election, day in and day out. She had been forced to accompany her father — a widower — to many a social function, and pose with him for numerous newspaper photography sessions.

If there was one thing that Wilkerson prized above all else, it was his precious daughter. He was fiercely protective of her, and made sure she was under his wing whenever possible. He had spoiled Melanie in many ways, but had hampered her movements at the same time. Especially now that she was blossoming into a young women and young sparks were perking up and noticing when she passed. Rhett didn’t want his daughter sullied, and above all, he didn’t want his name to be dragged through the mud during these delicate days before the election. If his daughter should become involved in a sordid affair and the opposition became aware of it, Wilkerson’s chances could be ruined.

So, Melanie was beginning to feel stifled and restless. She wanted more out of life than she was getting, and one thing that whetted her appetite was the thought of getting a handsome young beau. Up until now, Rhett Wilkerson had scared off any young pup who had come to woo his daughter. Wilkerson wanted to choose Melanie’s prospective husband carefully, and not until she was eighteen would he even consider the question. But he did have his eye on young Nestor Previtts, whose father came from one of the oldest and most distinguished, and richest, families in the state. But Melanie hated Nestor.

“He’s skinny and has pimples and smells bad,” she pouted to her girlfriends.

What she secretly longed for was a handsome young man who resembled her brother, Jarvis.

Jarvis Wilkerson was twenty, and extremely handsome. He stood six foot one inch tall and weighed a hundred and ninety pounds. He had short, light brown hair and green eyes, set in an insolently handsome face, which could crease into a dazzling smile. His body was muscular and streamlined from much horseback riding, and he was an excellent polo player. His father wished that Jarvis, considered one of the state’s more eligible young bachelors, would show a little more interest and ambition in something other than horses and girls, but he indulgently felt that after all, Jarvis was young and had to sow his wild oats.

Melanie often complained that her older brother was allowed to do as he pleased while her activities were severely limited, and her father had sternly reported that she was a lady and was expected to behave like one.

“With a young man, it is different,” Rhett had said, with maddening sexism.

Thinking of this now, as she perched in the French window, basking in the warm sunlight, Melanie scowled with childish anger, her baby blue eyes snapping with Wilkerson fires. Like her father, she was stubborn and strong-willed and liked to have her own way.

Not that she resented Jarvis for having more privileges than she did. Melanie was devoted to her older brother, worshipped him, in fact. Just the thought of him made her heart go pit-a-pat, and she dreamed of being swept off her feet by a gallant young prince who looked exactly like Jarvis.

Melanie had been too carefully brought up to suspect that her feelings for her brother were more than romantic fantasies. She had no idea what incest was, and did not recognize her incestuous feelings for her brother for what they were.

But she was definitely aware of sex. She had discovered long ago, when she was twelve, that by touching the soft and delicately fringed mound between her legs with the cuticles of her fingers, she could create the most exquisite sensations. And the whispering, giggling talk of her girl-friends had given her a shadowy suggestion of the actual act of fornication. She had seen men with their shirts off, and she had certainly watched the crotches in men’s pants and dreamt about what those bulges contained. Against her father’s strict orders, she had sneaked out to watch stallions being mated to mares, and had found the sight extraordinarily exciting, sending a flush of warmth coursing through her nubile young body.

Her one actual contact with sex had come several weeks earlier when she had nearly created a scene by opening the door to her father’s bedroom and found him lustily mounting Dahlia, the black girl who helped in the kitchen. Melanie had only caught a glimpse of the lewd scene before she hastily retreated, but it had been enough to sharpen her curiosity. She had seen her father’s broad, sweaty, hairy back and Dahlia’s luscious, mahogany colored legs wrapped around his waist. She had watched the way his hard buttocks flexed and lifted and fell, and had heard Dahlia’s delighted whimpers and moans as the big stud entered her again and again…

Melanie felt a stab of envy for Dahlia which she would never have admitted aloud. The pretty black girl, a gorgeous mulatto, was twenty-five and had worked with the cook in the Wilkersons’ kitchen since she was seventeen. Now Melanie realized that her services had been procured in order for Rhett Wilkerson to have a mistress, for she had come to work at the house weeks after the death of Melanie’s mother.

Dahlia may have been poor and black, but she had a happy, carefree manner and lifestyle that Melanie secretly envied. She knew Dahlia was a slut, and there was something titillating about the idea.

Brutus, the hulking black buck who helped out with the horses, was constantly hanging around the kitchen and Melanie had seen the way Dahlia flirted with him. She wagered, in fact, that Dahlia did a lot more than just flirt with the huge black stud.

Melanie felt a tremor of excitement shudder through her again, and her loins became warm and moist. With a sigh of boredom and oppression, Melanie jumped out of the window and flounced out of the lavishly decorated room.

She wandered through the huge mansion aimlessly, feeling utterly bored. Rhett was away on the campaign trail, of course, making another of his endless appearances at a factory or something. Jarvis was out riding with his buddies. And Melanie was all alone in the huge house with the servants.

Melanie was going past the kitchen, idly wondering if perhaps she could telephone her best friend, Missy Simpson, when she heard voices which made her stop just outside the door. She heard Dahlia’s rich, feminine laugh, and a deep, rustling masculine voice, which she recognized as belonging to Brutus. A crafty look came over the Southern belle’s features, and she crept to the door and very gently pushed it slightly ajar, placing her eye against the crack. From that position, she got a good glimpse at the kitchen.

Dahlia was leaning coquettishly against the stove, her warm brown eyes twinkling with excitement as she tilted her pretty head up to look into the jet black, ruggedly masculine features of the man they called Brutus.

Dahlia was dressed in a floral patterned frock which complemented her dusky skin and luscious figure well. The mulatto servant knew how pretty she was, and made the most of her physical assets. Now, she was thrusting her full, pendulous breasts forward sensuously, and the large, melon-shaped lobes of flesh pressed against the thin material of her blouse. The round pouting circles of her pointy nipples were clearly outlined by the thin material, and Brutus’ smoldering eyes kept darting down and ogling them greedily.

Brutus was a brawny, impressive specimen of manhood. Standing six feet two inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds of solid musculature, he was a great hulking brute of a man, with broad shoulders and a powerfully built chest. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt that was open to the navel, revealing the hard jutting curves of his pectoral muscles, and the rippling-washboard definition of his belly. The tight tan breeches that hugged his legs and thighs were tenting alarmingly at the crotch, revealing the gigantic proportions of his sexual organs quite clearly.

Dahlia’s doe-like brown eyes dropped bashfully from Brutus’ face and fleetingly glanced at the big stud’s crotch, and Melanie could see a tremor of excitement rush through the lovely mulatto slut’s body.

“Aw, c’mon, Dahlia,” Brutus coaxed, smiling at her lewdly, “Ain’t nobody gonna stop us! Les go out to the barn for a while. Dotty’s gawn to her m aw’s place fer the afternoon, and the Wilkersons, all ‘cept Miss Melanie, is gone away. An’ Miss Melanie never has no business down at the barn!”

Dahlia giggled, wiggling her hips teasingly and said, “Now, Brutus, you is bad! You knows that Dotty tole me to look after the kitchen for her till she comes back! What if she comes back early and finds me not here? I’ll get my ass beat, that’s what!”

Brutus smiled wolfishly, licking his sensuous thick lips, and said huskily, “Yeah! She ain’t the only one who’d like to beat dat ass, Dahlia! Only, when I does it, you gonna like it!”

Lewdly, the big brute reached down and rubbed his throbbing crotch with his big fingers. He reached out and grasped Dahlia’s small brown hand and drew it against his groin, pressing it there and swiveling his hips.

Dahlia’s eyes widened as she felt the stiff throbbing of his lust-thickened meatiness through the coarse material of his trousers, and she gave a little whimper of excitement.

“You sees how much I wants you, Dahlia,” Brutus said hoarsely, “C’mon, les go to the barn.”

Dahlia’s resistance had fallen completely. She raised her swimming brown eyes, large and trembling with excitement, and slightly parted her full, moist lips.

Brutus gave a low growl and bent down, wrapping his powerful arms around her slender form and crushing her willowy young body against his huge physique, smothering her lips hungrily with his own.

Melanie shuddered in lascivious delight as she watched the two Negroes kiss passionately. Her own body was stirring with the warm juices of passion, and her cunt began to tingle and quiver in sympathetic excitement. She gaped as she watched Brutus’ big mouth open wide and cover the lower part of Dahlia’s face as he forced his long thick tongue deep into the mulatto wench’s mouth.

Brutus’ big hands slid down Dahlia’s back and dug into the high, firm cheeks of her succulent ass, squeezing them lewdly as he crushed his pelvis against hers.

Struggling, Dahlia pushed away from him, panting hard, her eyes wide with mingled passion and nervousness.

“Not here, fool!” she gasped, “Miss Melanie’s likely to walk in on us, and then there’s no telling what might happen! Let’s go on out to the barn.”

Brutus grinned wolfishly and said, “I thought you’d nevah ask!”

They went together to the screen door that faced the barn, and exited separately. Brutus went first, striding rapidly across the lawn towards the barn, and Dahlia tripped nervously behind him, her big brown eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one was watching them.

If Dahlia had known that every movement she and Brutus had made, and every word they had spoken, had been seen and heard by Melanie Wilkerson, the black servant would have died in horror. But Melanie had no intention of reporting on the lusty black couple. She merely wanted to find out what it was that they did in the barn which was so exciting.

The crafty blonde belle waited until the big barn door swung shut behind Dahlia. Then, she darted across the kitchen and out the screen door, and rapidly and noiselessly approached the barn.

Having been raised on her father’s estate, she knew every nook and cranny like the back of her hand. And Melanie knew how to get into the hay loft in the barn without having to go through the door.

She hurried around to the back of the barn. A window high up led into the hay loft, and a thick rope dangled to the ground from a nail several inches below the window. Knots at various intervals in the rope made foot and hand-holds.

Though she behaved very much like a lady in public, the instincts of a tomboyish girlhood still remained intact in Melanie’s lively form, and she had no trouble at all clambering up the rope once she had kicked off her shoes. She peered cautiously over the edge of the window, and then slipped inside. She crawled on all fours through the hay until her face reached the square hole that looked down into the barn. She heard the restless stirring and neighing of the horses, and the sighs and moans of two other beings.

Peering over the trap door, she found to her delight that she had a perfect view of the illicit scene that was unfolding beneath her.

Brutus had taken Dahlia into one of the empty horse stalls. A ray of sunlight made its way through a crack in the barn wall and bathed the two lovers in a golden honeyed beam.

The black stud was kissing Dahlia hungrily, and he had hoisted up her skirts and was running his big coarse hands over the luscious, smooth lobes of her tush.

He pulled away suddenly, panting with lust, and tossed off his shirt impatiently, revealing his brawny, muscular torso. Then his hands flew to his belt, and in a matter of seconds, he had shed his pants and was standing before Dahlia in all his naked glory.

Melanie could barely keep herself from gasping aloud in utter astonishment. Her big blue eyes grew wide with wonder. She had never seen a man’s penis before, though she had frequently imagined what they were like. Brutus’ prick looked absolutely gargantuan! It looked like the cock on one of the stallions her father frequently put to stud!

Melanie’s exaggeration was not too far from the truth. Brutus was indeed extraordinarily well hung. His pride and joy was a full eleven inches in length when completely erect, and was almost as thick around as a man’s wrist. This lusty length of gristle and flesh thrust before him like a small arm with a balled fist on the end, throbbing impatiently.

Dahlia gazed down at it, trembling in excitement, uttering a little cooing sound of desire. She reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand across the bloated purplish tip, smearing the droplet of pre-come that had formed there all over the glans.

She encircled the pulsating shaft with her fingers and stroked her hand lovingly up and down, squeezing lightly. With her other hand, she titillated the black stud’s enormous, baseball-sized balls, lifting them and testing their weight, scraping her fingernail across the scrotum. Brutus’ huge frame shuddered in appreciation as the sultry mulatto wench stroked his humongous whanger. He licked his lips in lascivious anticipation.

“C’mon baby,” he said huskily, “let me feel that warm mouth of yours on me!”

With a sigh of excitement, Dahlia dropped to her knees in the hay and stared at the protruding appendage which pointed at her face. Puckering her lips, she pressed them against the mushroom-shaped tip, laving out her tongue and swirling it across the corona, mewling in delight as she tasted his musky masculine flavors.

She stretched her jaws until they threatened to snap and took the entire crown into her mouth, slurping at it lewdly, running her fingers up and down the shaft.

Brutus moaned in appreciation, reaching down and digging his fingers into her kinky brown hair, bucking his hips lustily and forcing several inches of his thick sex tool deep into her mouth.

Dahlia gagged slightly as the thick tip punched against the back of her throat, and then she swallowed hard, letting the first few inches of the horsedick slide down into her aching, constricted throat. Brutus threw back his head and howled in delight as the entire length of his enormous pecker disappeared into the warm slick interior of Dahlia’s oral orifice. Dahlia’s ‘O’ shaped bloated lips pressed into the crinkly patch of pungent pubic hairs encircling the thick base of Brutus’ lance, and she shuddered in pleasure as she savored the sensation of having her mouth and gullet completely stuffed with the young stud’s joint.

Pulling back, she gulped down a gust of air, and then took the big prick into her throat again as Brutus pumped forward lustily.

Melanie’s eyes were nearly bugging out of her head in amazement. She could not believe what she was seeing! Dahlia had swallowed that whole, huge length of black manmeat! And she seemed to be loving it! How on earth could anybody take something that big into their mouth, let alone their cunt? Melanie shivered with baffled fear and wonder as she imagined getting her tight virgin slit spread wide apart by an organ of Brutus’ prodigious proportions.

“Whoa dere, lady!” Brutus gasped after a few more pumps, “You gonna milk me dry with dat hot suckin’ mouth of yours!”

He released her head and backed off, his huge, saliva-imbued honker slapping up against his firm belly noisily, glistening in the ray of sunlight. He reached down and hefted the lovely wench to her feet.

Reaching out, he squeezed her full, wobbling boobs through her blouse, enjoying the feeling of the pliant, resilient flesh. Dahlia whimpered in desire as he kneaded her tits, and shuddered as Brutus quickly began to unbutton her blouse. He slowly drew it back over her shoulders and Dahlia let it fall to the ground.

Brutus gave a low growl of satisfaction as he ogled her bouncing, appetizing breasts. They were creamy brown bowls of firm, soft flesh, capped by large, silver dollar sized nipples which puckered outward in excitement as the big stud ran the heels of his hands across them.

He encircled each tit in his hands and squeezed hard, rubbing them together lewdly and lifting them in the air. Bending down, he circled his powerful lips and sucked noisily at Dahlia’s left tit, pulling at the soft circle of flesh like a vacuum, his tongue flicking rapidly back and forth across the throbbing finger of flesh. He drew away, a strand of saliva connecting her erect nipple and his mouth, and then clamped his mouth to her other pap while he caught the wet one between two fingers and squeezed it hard.

Dahlia yipped and moaned in carnal delight as the black dude worked vigorously away at her succulent brown boobs. He dropped his hands suddenly and reached around the back of her frock, seeking out the zipper. Slowly, he drew it down, and Dahlia’s frock fell in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She was wearing no underclothes, and her full ripe hips were a delicious pale brownish hue. A triangle of dark crinkly hair glistened between her legs, moist with her love juices, and she gave a sharp cry of delight as Brutus began to run his hands slowly up the insides of her thighs until they met between her legs, scraping through her warm pubic bush.

Brutus dropped to his knees and slowly spread the pouting, slickened outer lips of Dahlia’s vagina, revealing the glistening interior of her cunt. Dahlia whimpered in delight as the ravenous stud leaned forward, inhaling her rich feminine scent and stroked out his tongue, sawing it up and down the velvety wetness of her sweet furrow. He strummed the erect, quivering knob of her clitoris lewdly with the tip of his tongue, and Dahlia gave a little shriek of ecstasy, beginning to undulate her lips against his face, her big wet boobs flapping up and down as she writhed in glee.

Brutus’ big hands clung tightly to the full ripe cheeks of her ass as he dug his face eagerly into her muff, noisily sucking and licking the mound of flesh, forking his tongue as deep into her sweet, honeyed chasm as he could and tasting her rich, flowing juices.

As he ate her box, Brutus’ hand stroked rapidly up and down the wet, rigid length of his erection.

The big black stud was really horny by this time. He drew away, panting hoarsely, the lower part of his face dripping with Dahlia’s copious juices. He grinned wolfishly up at her and caught her around the waist, pulling her down on the hay beside him.

Lewdly, he grasped her legs above the knees and spread them apart, pulling the throbbing petals of her vulva away from one another and exposing the maw to her sweet cuntal furrow.

He shuffled forward on his knees and dropped his big body down above hers, planting one hand beside her waist on the hay while he fisted the pulsating base of his pecker in the other. Lowering his ass gradually, he maneuvered the thick, bloated head of his dick against the juicy twat, until it had lodged in the puckered mouth.

Then, he planted both hands firmly on the ground and began to rotate his hips lewdly and lightly jab them forward.

Dahlia stared up at his face with naked desire, little mewls and whimpers of excitement spilling from her lips. Her fingers curled into the muscular curves of his chest as she braced herself for the penetration.

Brutus didn’t give her much time. He gave a savage grunt of pleasure and knifed his pelvis forward hard, brutally slamming his lower body against hers. Dahlia’s wavering scream echoed through the rafters of the barn as the eleven inch prick rammed halfway up inside the black wench’s hot, clasping vaginal sheath.

Brutus moaned in satisfaction as the glovelike interior of Dahlia’s sweet canal tugged at his hard long prick, and then he began to work his hips vigorously to and fro, sawing in and out of the whimpering, writhing girl’s hungry hole.

Dahlia locked her ankles around the small of Brutus’ back and she began to buck her hips wantonly, impaling herself again and again on the thick black sex tool.

Brutus gave animalistic grunts of pleasure as he humped into her hard, his big body rippling as he strained every muscle to jam his mauler as deeply into her outrageously stretched pudendum as he could.

Their bellies smacked together rhythmically, and moist squelching noises emerged as the thick pecker sluiced in and out of Dahlia’s oozing, unctuous middle, banging repeatedly against her cervix.

Dahlia screeched in pleasure, digging her fingers into Brutus’ broad, muscular back.

“You like it, don’t you, baby?” Brutus panted hoarsely, pumping lustily.

“YES! YES! FUCK ME, BRUTUS! FUCK ME GOOD! MMMMMMM!” Dahlia moaned, tossing her head from side to side and writhing in ecstasy beneath him like an eel.

The tempo of their fucking continued to accelerate, until Brutus was bucking into her so hard and fast he practically knocked the breath out of the slender mulatto wench each time he descended.

“AWWW, YEAH! I GONNA BLAST YA, BABE! I GONNA CUM! AARRRRGH!” Brutus roared, pounding his rigid pecker deeply into her steamy hole.

A great shudder of carnal fulfillment wracked his powerful physique as his body was consumed with the fires of erotic pleasure. His big balls jerked and boiled over, and hot, heavy streams of thick come jetted deeply into Dahlia’s womb, filling her with his seed.

The powerful blasts of come triggered Dahlia’s own delirious response, and she raked her fingers across Brutus’ broad sweaty back and screamed with unabated lust. Her back arched, mashing her flopping boobs against Brutus’ powerful chest, and her hips churned frantically. Brutus groaned in pleasure as he felt her cuntal walls and lips convulse and suck at his still spewing hose, milking him of every last drop of sperm.

Their sweaty, fulfilled bodies fell into a limp heap, and the two black lovers lay panting in one another’s arms.

Above them, Melanie Wilkerson’s head was whirling with startled lust and shock. She had never believed sex could be so intensely exciting! Stabs of envy and need shot through her. So this was what she had been missing!

CHAPTER TWO

Melanie shimmied down the rope from the hay loft and wandered back to the large main house in a daze. Her body felt warm and tingly, and occasionally, darts of urgent need cut through her loins. The pretty blonde sixteen year old was flushed with desire. She looked incredibly sexy with her cheeks burning red and her sky blue eyes heated with carnal lust.

She went into the house and flounced up the stairs, hurrying down the corridor to her bedroom. She shut the door carelessly behind her, not noticing that it didn’t completely close.

Then, she sat down on her canopied bed and thought about what she had seen. She couldn’t repress the excited tremors that were rustling through her nubile young body. A stab of impatience flew through her. Why couldn’t she do what Brutus and Dahlia did? After all, she was the most privileged, prettiest girl in the state. She knew there were dozens of boys dying to get into her panties, and even more importantly, she knew dozens of boys she would LIKE to get into her panties!

Melanie stood up and unzipped her dress, taking it off and folding it neatly, placing it on the back of a chair. Slowly, she took off her slip and brassiere and panties, and stood in the middle of her room, naked.

She walked over to the full length mirror on the side of her closet and stared reflectively at the image of herself. A surge of pride rushed through her. She had a voluptuous body. One that put Dahlia’s to shame, even. Her flesh was pale and porcelain smooth, creamy and silken in texture. Her high, jutting breasts were firm and melon-shaped with large strawberry-red nipples. Between her luscious legs was a lambent triangle of golden hair, glistening in the sunlight that streamed through an open window.

Luxuriantly, Melanie drew her hands over the full aching globes of her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing the palms of her hands across the throbbing nubbins. Then, she ran her hands slowly down her body, across her soft, flat belly and along her hips, feathering her fingers through the silky, damp curls of her golden pubes.

She quivered with pleasure as her cuticles brushed over the swollen puckered lips of her mons veneris. She dug her thumbs into the petals of pink flesh and drew them apart, studying the sweet glistening jewels of her cunt in the mirror. Her clitoris was erect and quivering, and she lightly brushed the tip of her forefinger across the slick knob. A bolt of electric pleasure coursed through her loins and she gave an involuntary sob of delight.

A soft sigh of excitement rustling in her throat, she began to draw her fingers back and forth across the puckered lips of her vulva and over the slick cap of her joy stick. Remembering what she had seen in the barn sent darts of white hot lust through her loins and she hooked her fingers inward, probing the hot, oily interior of her furrow.

Her heart began to pound with excitement, and all her nerve endings seemed to be on fire. Gasping with lascivious anticipation, she darted back to the bed and flung herself upon it, lying on her back and throwing her legs wide apart. She brought both of her hands between her moist thighs and began to stroke her fingers over the slick mound, titillating her clitoris and sticking her digits to the first knuckle into her tight virginal chute.

Flickering flames of rapture consumed her loins and she began to toss about and moan aloud, bucking her hips and running her fingers faster and faster across her oozing quaking slit. Her boobs bounced becomingly, the nipples jutting and erect with desire.

Meanwhile, another member of the Wilkerson family was approaching the homestead. Jarvis Wilkerson impatiently spurred his steed onward, and Marmaduke, the big thoroughbred stallion with magnificent black and white markings neighed and galloped faster toward the stables. Jarvis was sweaty and tired from the long, grueling ride he had just finished. He had ridden a good twenty miles to the town of Tremberley and had a few drinks with some buddies at a local bar. Now, his senses were slightly dulled by beer, but his athletic body was in fine shape, aching deliciously from the work-out he had just had.

In his riding outfit, Jarvis was a fine looking figure of a man. The white breeches, flaring at the hips and tucking into leather boots, clung to his hips and crotch and ass snugly, outlining his bulging basket. His jacket was perfectly cut to fit his powerfully muscled contours, and his ruggedly handsome young face was tanned by the sun and flushed and damp with perspiration, his green eyes glowing with young life.

He leapt easily down from his steed and caught Marmaduke by the bridle, patting the froth-flecked horse on the neck and speaking to him in a soothing tone. Then, he led the horse to the barn and drew open the door.

As he led Marmaduke into the barn, Jarvis heard a frantic commotion and some whispering. He looked up in surprise and saw a rather comical sight. Brutus was frantically buckling his belt while Dahlia, dressed in a frock and blouse, looked terrified and in great disarray. The two black servants had just scrambled out of Marmaduke’s stall where they had quite evidently been fooling around.

Jarvis forced himself to repress a grin and said sternly, “Brutus! What on earth have you been up to! Slacking on the job again?”

“Uh, no, Mister Jarvis, sir. I-I been tawking with Dahlia here about something,” Brutus stammered lamely.

“Uh huh, I’ll bet you have! Well, soon as you get your pants up, take care of Marmaduke, now, you here? And you, Dahlia! You better not let Dotty catch you fooling around like this while you’re supposed to be working, or she’s liable to kick up a big fuss!”

“N-No, sir, Mr. Jarvis, I-I won’t, sir!” Dahlia gasped, near tears, and rushed in a frenzy from the barn.

As soon as she was gone, Jarvis guffawed loudly and clapped Brutus on the back. The black buck grinned sheepishly, looking down at his feet in embarrassment.

“You’re one helluva lady killer, Brutus, my man,” Jarvis said, “But if my dad ever finds out you’re poking Dahlia, you’d better start hunting for another job. In another state!”

Brutus got serious immediately.

“You ain’t gwana tell him, is you, Mister Jarvis?”

“Me? It’s none of my affair who you’re fucking, Brutus. Hell, I’d like to get into Dahlia’s pants myself sometime! Just keep a low profile, that’s all. It’s pretty dumb to be fucking around in the barn in the middle of the day.”

He handed Marmaduke over to the black man and winked at him before striding out of the barn. As he strode up to the house, thinking about the illicit liaison he had broken up, Jarvis grinned and felt a lazy tug of lust at his loins. Shit, he needed a good fuck himself! And Dahlia was sure a succulent peach of a girl. He’d known about his father and the mulatto wench for years. His bedroom was right next to his dad’s, and virtually every night, he could hear Dahlia’s moans and screeches of carnal pleasure and the loud squeaking of the bed springs.

He wandered through the house, looking around for his sister. She didn’t seem to be about either. He frowned slightly. Well, maybe she’d gone over to Missy’s house. He knew his daddy wouldn’t like it if he found out Melanie was traipsing around without his permission.

Jarvis decided that he needed a shower. He tossed off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt as he mounted the stairs. He drew his shirt off, flexing his tired, sweaty muscles, and strode down the corridor toward the bathroom. On the way, he had to pass his sister’s bedroom.

Jarvis might have walked right on by if he hadn’t heard soft cries emerging from behind the partially opened door. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he immediately stopped in his tracks and pushed the door open, not thinking that he was intruding on a private scene. What he saw made Jarvis’ jaw drop and his green eyes smolder with unexpected passion.

His gorgeous sixteen year old sister lay sprawled on her bed stark naked, her legs spread wantonly apart, her hips lewdly bucking back and forth while her fingers worked frantically at her sweet, dripping pussy. Her eyes were closed, and little trilling noises of carnal delight escaped from between her full coral-pink lips.

It was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a long time, and Jarvis was paralyzed with lust and confusion. He knew immediately that it was wrong to lust after his own sister, but she was the sweetest, sexiest looking thing he’d ever set eyes on, and from the way she was responding to her probing fingers, she was also hot as a whore…

Melanie was so enwrapped in the whirling, heated sensations that had taken possession of her body that she hadn’t even heard the sound of Jarvis’ boots on the stairwell. But now, she suddenly sensed that there was someone in the room, perhaps because a draft had begun to blow through the opened door.

With a shock of startled fear, she opened her big blue eyes suddenly, and through her lust-clouded vision found herself looking into the smoldering eyes of her own brother.

“J-Jarvis!” she squeaked breathlessly, too shocked to make any attempt to cover herself.

Her lust-heated eyes drank in the sight of his heavily muscled, tanned torso and the conspicuous bulge in his trousers. She also saw the answering glimmer of lascivious excitement in his troubled eyes.

Quivering with passive excitement, her huge baby blue eyes fixed a pleading look on her big brother’s face.

Jarvis stared at her, dumbfounded, and then took a deep breath, stepping quickly into the room and closing the door behind him. He turned the latch, and then walked slowly to the side of his sister’s bed.

“Melanie, honey,” he said huskily, sitting down beside her, “You’ve gone and blossomed into a young woman without my even noticing! Shit, honey, I must have been blind.”

His burning green eyes raked over her trembling, translucent flesh, and he gently reached out and brushed his fingers over one of her pillowy bosoms, drawing it down and plucking at the ripe red nipple.

“J-Jarvis,” Melanie whispered feebly, “D-Do you think we should?”

“I don’t know,” he replied hoarsely, looking at her, “Do you want to, honey?”

Melanie gave a ragged sigh and said softly in a quavering voice, “Yes! I-I really do!”

Jarvis nodded, his head reeling with excitement, unable to resist the temptation of his sister’s luscious, beckoning body, and yet, unable to shake the nagging voice which told them that what he was contemplating doing was wrong. His heart pounded violently in his chest, and his loins seemed to be on fire. His rigid pecker stretched painfully against the tight material of his trouser leg.

He licked his lips, running his hand slowly over his sister’s body, reveling in the sensation of her delicate, satiny flesh against the coarse skin of his palm.

“Melanie, have you ever done this before?” he asked softly.

She hesitated and then shook her head, biting her lip.

“Are you scared?” he said.

She smiled tremulously. “Yes, a little,” she said, “But I want it more than I’m afraid of it. And, Jarvis, I know they all say it’s wrong, but I’m so glad it’s you who’s going to introduce me to it! Really I am!”

Jarvis grinned down at her, his last lingering doubts evaporating into mist. Hell, a man would have to be a fool to turn down an invitation from a gorgeous virginal nymphet like that, even if she WAS his sister!

He bent down and brushed his lips across hers, his hot breath burning into her face. Then, he crushed his mouth hungrily against Melanie’s pouting ruby-red lips, kissing her hard. Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure as their teeth grazed together and his long wriggling tongue swarmed into her mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.

He rolled on top of her, his powerful, warm body bearing down on hers deliciously, and Melanie shuddered as she felt his strength rippling through his muscles. She could feel the hard, hot outline of his prick mashing against her belly, and her loins quivered and burned in excitement.

She ran her hands over his hard, sweaty back and down to his tight, small ass, encased in the material of his riding breeches. Her head was swimming with desire.

Jarvis pressed his mouth against his sister’s slender throat, feeling the pulse there and inhaling her sweet perfume. He groaned in desire and began to rain hot kisses on her delicate flesh, worming his way down her body. He kneaded and manipulated her breasts gently in his big strong hands, flicking his thumb nails across the turreting nibs. He brushed his lips across the marshmallow-like resilience of her breast, thrusting out his tongue and darting it across her pebbly aureola. With a growl of satisfaction, he affixed his lips about the nipple and sucked greedily at it, catching the erect finger of flesh between his teeth and nibbling it gently.

Melanie purred in satisfaction, arching her back and gasping as darts of pure pleasure rustled through her. She was reeling with delight. Her beloved brother was making love to her! It was almost too good to be true! She ran her fingers through his light brown hair and pulled him urgently to her breasts, his sucking mouth sending shudders of hot pleasure through her body.

Jarvis moved on, dipping his face into his sister’s deep cleavage, and then sucking on her other nipple. He eased himself down further, continuing his oral trek down her succulent body, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in his wake.

He paused briefly to dip his tongue into the hollow of her navel, and then gave a low groan of pleasure as he came in contact with her delicate pubic thatch. His heart thumping like crazy, he darted his tongue rapidly to and fro, tangling it in the silken hairs surrounding her puffy mound. He laved the quivering, moist outer lips of her cunt hungrily, pressing his tongue into the sweet, heady furrow and tasting her rich, honeyed juices. Hell, he could eat a young girl’s muff forever and never get tired of the flavor and smell of it! Jarvis buried his face between his sister’s thighs and mashed his lips and tongue against the slick, slippery flesh of her vagina, slurping and sucking hungrily.

Melanie tossed her golden curls from side to side gasping and whimpering in dazed ecstasy as shuddering sensations of pleasure more powerful than anything she had experienced before tore through her healthy young body. Each time her brother’s tongue swished over the puckered, sensitized flesh of her cunt, a blast of heated rapture rippled through her loins like a jolt of electricity.

Jarvis ferreted out her small rigid clitoris and strummed it hungrily, dexterously wrapping the tip of his tongue around it and flicking it to and fro. Melanie’s hips begun to buck up and down and a small scream flew from her throat.

“OOOH! J-JARVIS! THAT’S-THAT’S SO NICE! OOOOH! OOOOOH!” she gasped aloud.

Her fingers dug frantically into his head as he continued to relentlessly suck and kiss her quavering pussy. Jarvis ran his fingers over the sweet full lobes of her ass and squeezed them gently. Then, he moved his hands up between her legs. Catching hold of the dripping lips of her vagina, he peeled them back, revealing the glistening pink jewels of her cunt. Still strumming her aching clit with his tongue, he began to work two fingers into her cuntal furrow, slowly thrusting them back and forth and wriggling his wrist.

Melanie’s eyes shot open and she gave a hoarse gasp of shuddering pleasure as she felt the stiff fingers slide slowly to the second joint inside her. Her sweet, furnace-hot crevice clutched hungrily at the intruding fingers, sucking at them lasciviously.

Jarvis groaned in delight. She was so tight and silken inside he nearly shot in his pants he was so turned on! It also didn’t seem to hurt her any when he worked his fingers into her cunt. That was a good sign. Though he was only twenty, Jarvis was quite an expert when it came to ladies’ bodies. He’d fucked more women than he could count; girls and mature women, whores and ladies of breeding, blacks and whites and Orientals. He’d popped a good many cherries in his time too.

He’d found that girls who had been athletically inclined were the ones who suffered the least from being deflowered. All the exercise they had done sometimes spontaneously broke the hymen, rendering it relatively easy for a guy to stick his prong into the girl for the first time. This physical phenomenon was apparently what had happened to Melanie, fortuitously for her.

Jarvis wasn’t hung as big as Brutus, but, then, only about ten men in the entire State could rival the black stud’s mammoth phallus. However, Jarvis was extremely well-hung. His cock measured a full ten inches in length when erect, and was incredibly thick around. This stupendous piece of anatomy had been inherited from his lusty father, who also was the proud possessor of ten inches of dickmeat. Melanie’s mother had been a delicate, well-bred Southern belle, and her rude initiation to sex on the first night of her wedding had been a scarring experience, for Rhett Wilkerson had not been a gentle man. After the births of her children, which weakened her constitution considerably, she had become an invalid and had locked her bedroom door against her husband at night, causing him to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere.

But Jarvis had not inherited his father’s brutality. At least, he could be brutal at times, but his masculine hardness was tempered by a gentlemanly attitude inherited from his mother.

Now, he tongued his sister’s cunt with avid excitement, keenly aware that he was quickly driving Melanie to the brink of orgasm.

Melanie’s mind was whirling faster and faster. Something incredible, inconceivable, was happening to her. Hot flames licked around her loins, and each time her brother’s tongue came in contact with her sensitized pussy flesh, a shock more intense than the last wracked her body. She was moaning wantonly now, incoherent exclamations erupting from her feverish lips. She clutched frantically at his head and began to churn her hips wildly against Jarvis’ face, smothering him in slick, oozing pussy flesh.

He worked his fingers rapidly in and out of her tight, convulsing hole and sucked and slurped at her pussy lips and clitoris, enjoying her cries of passion.

Melanie threw back her head and uttered a piercing shriek of ecstasy. White hot bolts of sheer rapture enveloped her body as spasms rippled through her quaking loins. Jarvis moaned in delight as her hot juices splashed copiously on his darting, swishing tongue and he quaffed them eagerly.

Lifting his face, imbued with her sweet unctuous fluids, Jarvis stared up at his sister with smoldering green eyes.

She was shuddering in shocked ecstasy, her huge blue eyes gazing down at him, her trembling red lips parted and moist.

He scooted up until his face was level with hers and wrapped his arms around her middle, drawing her against his rugged body hard and kissing her hungrily on the lips.

Melanie shuddered with happy excitement as she tasted her older brother’s hot mouth. Never had her body felt so wonderful! And she knew there was much more to come, much more sensual exploration for her to undergo. Her senses were aflame with curious desire and hunger. She drew her hands down the muscular slope of Jarvis’ back and flattened her full breasts against his hard chest.

With a soft moan, she rolled over on top of him, pushing her brother onto his back on the bed and lying full length across his body. She gazed down into his face with glimmering sky blue eyes and began to shower him with warm kisses. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.

She pressed her full, soft lips against his collarbone and moved her mouth across his heaving chest, reveling in the sensation of the hard belts of muscle that rippled beneath his taut, smooth flesh. She tasted the salty sharp flavor of his sweat, and it fanned her lust even more. With a mewl of delight, she feathered her small pink tongue over his hard brown paps, suckling them voraciously. Her hands stroked up and down the front of his body, exploring his hard contours.

Jarvis gave a low moan of contentment and locked his hands behind his head, gaping down at his lovely blonde sister as she licked and kissed his sweaty athletic young body.

Melanie moved her face over her brother’s flaring lat and plunged her mouth into the hollow of his armpit, inhaling the pungent scent of sweat and tangling her tongue in the salty flavored hairs there. She traveled down his body, raining it with hot wet kisses, the tip of her tongue tickling his flesh and sending ripples of excitement to his throbbing loins.

She got to the belt-line of his trousers, and with deft fingers, unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his fly. She tugged impatiently at his pants, and Jarvis obligingly raised his hips to give her some help. She yanked them down about his knees with a soft sigh of satisfaction, greedily gazing at his crotch.

Jarvis was wearing a soiled jock strap which was lifted away from his body by a tremendous hard on. A couple of inches of rigid, tumescent manmeat thrust out from beneath the jock and quivered against his belly.

Melanie’s eyes widened and she cooed in admiration as she saw her first dick up close. Were all men this big? She wondered, remembering how enormous Brutus’ ramrod had seemed, even from a distance. Her pussy quivered in excitement.

CHAPTER THREE

Melanie stared in growing excitement and some trepidation at her brother’s enormous phallus, which lifted the elastic of his jock strap off his belly and impatiently throbbed in the air.

With a little whimper of delight, she hooked her fingers in the elastic of the jock and slowly pulled it down, snapping it snugly beneath her brother’s huge, orange-sized balls.

Her hot blue eyes darted from his enormous ten inch prong to the large, bloated testicles beneath, and she shivered with wonder and rapture. Bending down, she sniffed his groin, inhaling the pungent, musky masculine odor, so alien to her now, soon to be so familiar. Pursing her lips, she brushed them very lightly across the pouting glans of the angry reddish knob that topped the thick, vein-etched shaft of Jarvis’ pecker.

A pearly drop of translucent liquid quivered on the glans, and she forked out her tongue, swiping it off. The bittersweet taste was curious but not unpleasant, and experimentally, she sluiced her tongue back and forth across the spongy, heated knob.

Jarvis groaned in pleasure when his sixteen year old sister pressed her hot, parted lips against the corrugated side of his cock and suckled it greedily, swishing her tongue back and forth like a paint brush. Melanie moved slowly down the stem until she had pressed her lips into the pungent fragrance of his dark pubic bush, strumming the base of his fat root with her hot hungry tongue.

She reached out and curiously lifted his huge heavy balls into her little lily white hand. They were encased in a reddish, wrinkly sack liberally covered with crinkly hairs. Bending down again, she brushed her lips across his scrotum and flicked out her tongue, licking it curiously, tasting the musky flavor. Eagerly, her tongue darted back and forth, stroking across each come-bloated nut, sliding beneath them and titillating the underside of his sensitized scrotum. Jarvis shuddered and groaned in pleasure, his heart pounding like a sledgehammer.

“Oh, YEAH, Sis!” he gasped hoarsely, “Lick my balls, baby. Lick them good! That’s great, honey! Just GREAT!”

His hot, lust-thickened voice kindled her libidinous fires even more, and Melanie redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking eagerly at his nuts.

Reaching up, she encircled the base of his rigid root and squeezed it lightly, feeling his pounding blood. She remembered the way Dahlia had sucked on Brutus’ sex tool, and Melanie was suddenly consumed with an overpowering urge to do the same to her lusty young brother.

Eagerly, she lifted her head and gazed with mixed passion and trepidation at the huge, cobra-like head of his prick. Circling her lips into an ‘O’ she pressed them against his glans, humming in her throat with lust. Her tongue poked into the eye of his piss-slit and she lightly sucked the extreme tip of his dick.

Tentatively bobbing her head up and down, her blonde tresses cascaded down across her brother’s belly and thighs like a golden waterfall. She stretched her jaws apart and curved her tongue, forming a silken trough over which his thick protruding penis could slide. Then, she slowly lowered her head and let several inches of the thick bulging phallus slip between her circled lips and scrape against the roof of her mouth.

She savored the pungent taste of him, enjoying the feel of the rubbery dick stirring inside her mouth. She wriggled her tongue back and forth, caressing the throbbing staff of his joint and sending bolts of hot lust stabbing through his loins.

“Oh, YEAH, Melanie, honey! Suck on my prick, baby! You’re doing it so good, baby! That feels SO GOOD!” Jarvis moaned, beginning to hunch his hips back and forth, feeding her his pulsating joint.

He ran his fingers through her silken locks of golden hair, applying light pressure to the back of her head.

Melanie slurped and sucked wantonly, pushing her head down until she felt the rubbery knob punch against the back of her throat. She gagged as the urgently pumping youth pushed a bit harder, lodging the tip of his dick in her gullet.

Her senses reeled, and her impulse was to back off, but she remembered how Dahlia had taken the entire length of Brutus’ rod into her throat. Well, she wasn’t going to have it said that a mulatto hussy was a better cock-sucker than she was!

Bravely, Melanie swallowed hard, at the same time pressing her face down against her brother’s crotch and opening her mouth as wide as she could. Her eyes bulged and swam with tears as she felt the bizarre sensation of a thick, rubbery pole of flesh slide deep into her gullet, completely stuffing her constricting throat with manmeat. Her bloated lips mashed against her brother’s fragrant pubic bush, snapping snugly around the thick, pulsating root of his dick.

Jarvis arched his back and gave a lusty roar of pleasure. He couldn’t believe what his sweet, innocent little sister had just done! She had deep-throated his entire ten inch boner, and it was the first time she’d ever had a cock in her mouth. His head swirled in rapture. Hell, she was a born slut if there ever was one! He knew some gals who’d tried time and time again, unsuccessfully, to do what she had accomplished on her first attempt. He moaned in delight as he felt the entire length of his pecker ensconced in the satiny warmth of her mouth and throat.

Melanie lifted her head slowly, letting the prick slide several inches out of her mouth, and gulped down a lungful of air before she forced her head all the way down on his cock again. She began to rhythmically bob her head up and down, sucking and slurping loudly, swallowing each time the dick slid into her throat. Quickly, her muscles relaxed and a delicious warmth rushed through her face. It was an euphoric feeling to have her mouth and throat stuffed again and again with her brother’s hard manmeat, and she lashed her tongue vibrantly around the pulsating pole as it slid in and out of her mouth.

“Suck it, baby, SUCK IT!” Jarvis roared, beginning to buck his hips violently.

He clutched her head in a viselike grip and slammed her face down on his loins, beginning to stroke into her throat deeply.

Melanie’s senses whirled. He wasn’t being gentle anymore. His cock slammed into her throat brutally, and his fingers dug into her head painfully. But somehow, this increased her excitement incredibly. She gave muffled mewls and murmurs of pleasure, her tongue flickering to and fro rapidly, her lips straining as she sucked hard at the piston-like lance that pounded into her mouth.

“AWWW, SHIT, I’M GONNA CU-U-U-UM!” Jarvis bellowed suddenly, ramming his hips upward hard and skewering his sister’s throat with his barbed javelin.

Melanie’s eyes bulged as he thrust all the way into her aching gullet. She felt the heated sides of his dick expand, and then, a hot blast of searing come jetted directly into her stomach from his spasming cock.

Jarvis howled in pleasure, drawing back so his sister could taste his juices. Melanie gave a muffled gasp of astonishment as she felt his squirting seed spray over her tongue and run in thick, pungent rivulets down her throat.

It was warm and creamy and tasted unlike anything she’d tasted before. It ran in steady, sticky streams down her gullet, and she gulped it down greedily, instinctively tickling his balls with her fingers and milking as much of his spewing seed from his body as she could.

Jarvis groaned and thrashed and shuddered as he emptied a heavy load into his sister’s eager mouth, and then he flopped back, panting, on the bed, gazing down at her with wondering, lust-heated eyes.

Melanie slowly, reluctantly, released his stiff pecker from her mouth and looked up at him with round, baby blue eyes. Her face was flushed with excitement, her sensuous, full red lips were gleaming and wet with saliva and come, which oozed in rivulets from the corners of her mouth. Her glittering pink tongue flicked out and swiped at the stray strands of come, and Jarvis swore to himself that he had never seen anything quite so erotic as her face at that moment.

He reached down and caught her beneath the arms, drawing her gently up until their eyes were on a level.

“I want to fuck you, baby,” he said huskily, “Will you let me fuck you?”

“Oh, yes, Jarvis,” she whispered softly, “I want to feel you inside me, more than anything else in the world.”

He circled his hands around her warm, resilient knockers, squeezing them hard, feeling the rivet-like nipples grazing against the palms of his hands. He pushed her into a sitting position on top of him and his eyes darted hotly up and down her luscious, creamy smooth body.

Melanie was straddling her brother’s hips, and she could feel his rigid, steely penis sliding wetly against her buttocks. His prick was still completely erect, imbued with her saliva and traces of his own semen, it was pressed against his belly by her weight, pulsating with excitement as she slowly began to grind her pussy lips back and forth across the stiff, corrugated stem.

“Raise yourself up on your haunches, honey,” Jarvis ordered thickly, gripping her around her slender waist and lifting her up.

Melanie brought her knees together until they pressed against his sides, lifting her buns into the air.

Holding her with one hand by the hip, Jarvis dropped the other one and hefted up his huge, slippery boner, pointing it directly at the target of her wide-open, dripping twat. Then, he slowly drew Melanie down with his free hand.

“Lower yourself on me, honey,” he said in a husky, passionate voice, “Go gently and at your own pace, baby.”

Melanie shuddered in involuntary excitement and gave a little sharp intake of breath when she felt the fat knobby tip of his juicy cock butting against the slick maw of her shivering virginal pussy. It felt enormous, like a fist or the top of a baseball bat! She whimpered in mingled desire and fear.

“It’s O.K., honey,” Jarvis said soothingly, digging his fingers into her waist and gently but firmly pulling her down until the lips of her vulva widened and slipped over the tip of his glans.

When he felt himself wedged securely in place, he released her hips and ran his hands seductively up her body, gripping her jugs and pinching her rivet-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Just let yourself go, Melanie, honey,” he said softly, “Just relax and let it slide up inside you.”

Melanie’s heart was pounding violently. She couldn’t control the shudders that seemed to rustle through her sex-starved body again and again. Her cunt was on fire, and the hot pulpy mushroom-shaped cap which was lodged against the orifice sent darts of fiery delight and urgency through her loins.

She felt the warm flushes of desire begin to course through her again, and she began to relax. Tentatively, she let her weight down on him. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she uttered a soft moaning cry of wanton pleasure. The thick knob stretched her vaginal lips wider than they’d ever been stretched before, and then, with a sudden sliding motion, it was inside her, and her cuntal lips snapped snugly around the entire knob of his cockhead.

Melanie gave a sob of delight. Her constricted vagina was throbbing with rapture. The pain had been minimal; a mere aching which was quickly overwhelmed by the rush of exquisite pleasure that consumed her loins.

But she had only taken the tip of his dick inside her. The lascivious flames that were flickering in Melanie’s belly were excruciating, and she had a burning desire to feel more and more of his huge log of flesh inside her hungry sex chasm.

She relaxed her entire lower body and gave a whimpering cry of quiescent desire, dropping her entire weight on his upright organ. For an instant, her tight, glove-like channel resisted the thick, turgid stem of his impossibly long sword.

Then, all at once, it stretched wide open, and Melanie’s eyes bulged as she felt the unbelievably pleasurable sensation of having her entire bower of bliss crammed full of pulsating manmeat.

Jarvis’ huge wedge sluiced up her slick, clinging tunnel and banged against her cervix, stretching it incredibly. Her spasming pussy lips clutched at the turgid base of his dick, and her buns were resting in her brother’s lap.

Melanie sobbed in joy as she rested on top of him, savoring the sensation of having herself stuffed to the brim with a thick cock. Then, she tentatively began to move.

Jarvis was in seventh heaven. As the silken, furnace-hot sheath of her unviolated tunnel slid tightly around the bulging, vein-latticed shaft of his sensitized erection, hot fires of raging passion kindled in his lusty balls, and he gave a low moan of delight.

He had to fight off the impulse to stroke savagely in and out of her. He had to be gentle and patient until she relaxed and got used to the sensation of being fucked. He knew from experience that after a while, she would reach the point where he could man-handle her at will, and she would enjoy every moment of it. But, for the time being, she was still frightened and in awe of the unusual sensations that were stealing through her for the first time.

“Oh, my sweet sister, you’re so honeyed and warm and tight up there!” Jarvis gasped in fervent tones.

He ran his fingers up her side and caressed and played with her breasts, tickling the nipples with his cuticles.

He began to slowly, cautiously, oscillate his hips, stirring his throbbing log inside of her. Melanie gasped as the movement sent darts of pure ecstasy through her. The slightest movement of the bulging tool within her sensitive, silken chasm sent bursts of intense pleasure coursing through her body. With a sob of awakening pleasure, she slowly lifted herself off his lap, letting a couple of inches of his rigid, slippery cock squelch out of her. Then, she sat back, taking the entire length inside of her again. A shock of exquisite rapture tore through her and she cried out loud in astonished ecstasy. Eagerly, she lifted her hips higher into the air this time and dropped her weight upon him hard, impaling herself wantonly on his uptight spear. It felt so good she nearly screamed! She began to bounce on him with abandon, swiveling her hips and churning her heated insides with his tumescent ramrod.

Jarvis groaned in delight as she began to pump his solid truncheon with her hot, sweet sleeve. He dropped his hands from her bouncing, jiggling breasts and gripped onto her hips, guiding her down onto him. At the same time, he began to draw back his hips and hump them forward lewdly, driving into her deeply each time she came down on him. Melanie didn’t mind his actions in the least. No sirree, she was adapting to the sensations of getting fucked like a fish to water! Jarvis grinned lewdly. Hell, his sister was one of the hottest little sluts he’d ever come across!

He began to hammer his pelvis back and forth vigorously, stabbing his dick up into her heavenly chasm again and again. Melanie was groaning and screeching with glee, her suckling cuntal lips making loud, squelching noises as they clutched and released the pounding base of his cock.

“Yeah, Melanie honey, feels good, doesn’t it?” Jarvis moaned, looking up at her with hot green eyes.

“Y-YES!” she gasped brokenly, “S-SO GOOD! MMMMMM!”

Her canopied bed was beginning to creak and bounce noisily, and out of the corner of his eye, Jarvis caught sight of their reflection in the mirror. Hell, it turned him on to watch his lovely blonde sister bouncing wantonly up and down on his cock! He had never been so fucking horny in his life!

He gave a low salacious growl and gripped tight hold of his sister’s waist, skewering her deeply on his dick.

“Hold still, babe,” he ordered huskily, and Melanie obediently stopped squirming, panting with exertion and desire.

With his entire, rock-hard truncheon imbedded completely in her aching snatch, Jarvis rolled the two of them over so that Melanie was lying on her back on the bed and her lusty older brother was nestled on top of her.

Luxuriantly, he stirred his massive rod in her depths, savoring the sweet, tight, hot tunnel of flesh. He slid his hands down and gripped her beneath the knees, slowly bending them forward. He placed her ankles over his shoulders and slid his arms around her legs, planting his hands on the bed on either side of her head.

He stared down into her beautiful, flushing features, framed by the disheveled golden halo of her hair, and his belly knotted with white-hot coals of lust. He gave a low growl of passionate need and backed his ass away from her, drawing his rigid ramrod almost all the way out of her cunt.

Then, he knifed forward with a bestial grunt, slamming his dick into her hard, their bellies mashing together. Melanie’s features contorted in a grimace of delight and she gave a soundless gasp of passion. Her hands flew up and grabbed onto his thick, bullish neck, digging into it in a frenzy of lust, and she began to undulate her hips wantonly, swishing them from side to side and churning his long rod deep inside her sweetly honeyed interior.

“I’m gonna fuck you real good now, honey,” he breathed hoarsely, his green eyes flashing with prurient fervor, “I’m gonna show you what it feels like to be a woman!”

He began to pump rhythmically, gradually increasing the force and frequency of his strokes. His big wet balls slapped noisily against her buttocks each time he slammed against her. Melanie’s breath rushed from her lungs in little whimpers and gasps each time she felt her big brother’s prick slice up inside of her, deliciously chaffing the sensitized sides of her slick, sweet tunnel.

Flutters of passionate joy began to accelerate in the girl’s quaking loins, and her mind began to reel with lust.

“OOOOH! OOOOH! J-JARVIS! I-I THINK IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN! AAAAAH!” she screamed, bucking her hips wildly.

“You going to come, baby? You gonna pump your sweet juices around my pounding prick?” her brother panted.

“Y-YE-E-E-S! AAAAAAAAAH!” she shrieked, tossing her head violently from side to side.

Molten lava seemed to seethe through the lower part of her body, rolling over her nerve endings and setting them on fire. Her cunt convulsively sucked and quivered around Jarvis’ ramrod which plunged in and out of her harder and harder, faster and faster.

Jarvis shuddered in delight as he felt the tight, clasping sleeve of her heated cuntal furrow squeeze and milk the pumping shaft of his cock, and he felt the sweet, unctuous liquid sluice around his quivering, lust-thickened joint as his sister came and came and came!

From the sound of the sobs and cries she was making, Jarvis realized that Melanie was having one helluva powerful multiple orgasm, and he relentlessly continued to grind his hips back and forth, driving his dick in and out of her sweet hole, stuffing her to the brim with his long, hard pecker.

Melanie’s senses were whirling. The feelings that flooded through her body were so intense. She moaned and gasped with joy, her body shuddering as spasms and spasms of orgasmic intensity rippled through her pussy.

Jarvis swiveled his hips, slowing down the rapid pace of his strokes, grinding to a stop.

Then, he slowly drew his prick out of her aching, oozing cunt. The long fat slab of meatiness flapped up against his washboard rippling belly with a moist slapping sound. His eyes were still blazing with lust.

He bent down and kissed Melanie on the lips, stroking her trembling body with his hands soothingly.

She opened her eyes, and they were a dark, hot blue, like a troubled sea in a storm.

“You want me to stop, honey?” he asked huskily, “You had enough?”

Melanie shuddered and shook her head dumbly, her eyes pleading for his cock. He grinned wolfishly, always ready to oblige a woman with a need for a good, long fuck session.

But Melanie had one more virginal orifice he wanted to explore.

“Turn over on your belly, baby,” he ordered huskily.

Obediently, Melanie rolled over. Jarvis’ eyes greedily swept down to the full, firm cheeks of her creamy, translucent ass. He ran his fingers down her back and dug them into the pliant, shimmering mounds of flesh. Spreading them apart, he revealed the sweet winking rosette of her unviolated asshole. It was pink and puckered and looked incredibly tight.

Jarvis scooted down and lowered his face slowly until it was inches away from the marshmallow-like lobes of her high, firm buns. He blew hot air between the quivering butt cheeks, and slowly leaned forward. Puckering his lips, he pressed them against the quivering bunghole, letting her buttocks close about his face. He forked out his tongue greedily and swiped it over the slick, tight anus, tasting the pungent flavor of it, his heart hammering violently in his chest.

Melanie’s body jerked and she gave an astonished gasp of pleasure. Jarvis was revealing to her erotogenic areas she had never imagined could be aroused before. Jarvis began to work his tongue back and forth rapidly, plunging the tip of it against the puckered maw, inserting it slowly into the tight, clenching muscle until it slid into the blazing, clutching interior of her colon.

A sob of dumbfounded delight broke in Melanie’s throat and she lifted her ass instinctively, giving her libidinous brother easier access to her sweet nether chasm. Jarvis eagerly snaked his tongue back and forth, driving it almost two inches into her slick, pungent furrow and pulling it back again. From the manner in which she reacted to this ass tonguing, Jarvis could tell that sodomizing his sister wasn’t going to be all that difficult.

He lifted his head abruptly and scooted up on the bed.

“Get up on your hands and knees, Melanie,” he ordered huskily.

Trembling with erotic anticipation, she complied, lifting her sweet, pale little ass in the air and spreading her legs instinctively.

Jarvis peeled back the cheeks of her buttocks, revealing her puckered anus, gleaming with his saliva and winking spasmodically. His pecker jerked in excitement, and he shuffled forward, nestling the bulging, slippery knob of his prick between her pillowy butt cheeks until it pressed against the tight mouth of her anus.

Then, he gripped her firmly about the middle and braced himself. He knew that her asshole was damned tight, and that it would probably hurt her a lot when he first penetrated her. The best thing to do, he decided, was to give her the full treatment as fast as possible.

He took a deep breath and then, with a savage grunt, the muscles in his arms bulging as he gripped her waist hard, Jarvis slammed his hips forward. For an instant, her stubborn sphincter muscle resisted the lusty onslaught, and then it was stretched wide apart as the huge slab of slick, heated manmeat rammed ten inches inside Melanie’s blazing, ravaged innards.

Melanie’s eyes and mouth shot open as white-hot pain suddenly ripped rudely through her bowels. Then, she uttered a piercing, frantic scream.

“J-JARVIS! Y-YOU’RE KILLING ME! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!” she screamed frantically.

Jarvis nestled his hips against her shuddering buns, stirring his cock deep inside her guts. He felt her throbbing, agonized sphincter muscle spasmodically clenching and releasing the enormous obstacle that had so rudely intruded into her virginal anal passageway.

“Relax, honey, just relax and it will start to feel better,” Jarvis said soothingly to his sobbing sister.

At first, she had struggled, trying to break away from him, but her powerfully built brother was no match for her. He held her in a viselike grip, imbedding the entire length of his gigantic truncheon to the root inside of her. Jarvis shuddered, the flaming, satiny membranes of her rectal chute sluicing around the pulsating thickness of his manhood.

Then, he began to move, slowly. He backed up several inches and pumped back into her, gently stirring his rod in her violated intestines. He drove in and out, pulling a little more of his dick out of her each time, pushing into her a little harder each time.

Melanie’s frantic sobs began to abate, suddenly. Now she was gasping and giving little startled whimpers of awakening pleasure. A strange, dark, billowing sensation began to course through her bowels, a peculiar ecstasy. The sharp pains had evaporated, and she was suddenly becoming consumed by incredibly exciting sensations. She began to mewl in delight, and hot fires of desire raged furiously through her body. She arched her back and began to instinctively push her trembling buttocks back against Jarvis’ body.

Jarvis felt her respond and gave a low, contented growl. Gripping her hips hard, he backed out until all but the barbed knob of his pecker were freed from her tight, clenching anal passageway. Then, with a savage grunt, he pounded back into her. Melanie screamed, but it was a scream of pure pleasure. She wanted it. She wanted that thick, brutal pole battered deep inside her simmering, suckling asshole.

And Jarvis was eager to oblige. Grunts of animalistic passion spraying from between his clenched teeth, he began to pound into her hard, slamming his huge mauler deep inside her, his libidinous fires blazing in his loins, his head beginning to swim with uncontrollable lust.

He couldn’t contain himself any longer. Gasping with masculine pleasure, he slammed in and out of his sister’s constricting asshole with all his might. Each time he banged into her, a bone-rattling shudder rushed through Melanie’s body and she groaned in ecstasy.

“OOOH, HELL, HONEY! I CAN’T HOLD IT ANY LONGER! I’M GONNA BLAST YOU FULL OF MY JUICE, BABY! AARRRRGH!”

He threw back his head and howled in pleasure, ramming to the hilt inside of her, shudders of white-hot pleasure rippling through his body. His big balls tightened and boiled over, and hot, heavy jets of jism hurtled up his tubes and blasted deep into Melanie’s guts, spraying her full of his semen.

As soon as she felt the hot liquid spatter deep inside of her, Melanie felt her stomach flip-flop with excitement, and a gush of searing pleasure coursed through her. She gave an impassioned shriek, bucking back against Jarvis’ lusty strokes, coming again and again, in her ass and in her cunt, her entire body blazing with promiscuous libidinous delight.

The incestuous siblings lay in one another’s arms for a long time, gasping and tingling with delicious, tired delight. The rich scent of sex and sweat wafted into their nostrils, and they talked in low voices, caressing one another and kissing frequently.

“Whatever we do,” Jarvis said huskily, “We better not let Daddy find out about it. I swear, he’s likely to get out his shotgun and blast me full of holes if he thought I’d laid a hand on my pretty sister!”

Melanie smiled at him voluptuously, closing her small warm fingers around her brother’s limp sticky lance.

“I want you to lay your hand on me any time you want, Jarvis, dear,” she said in a voice like melted honey, “And right now, I’d like to have another taste of your cock. Now that I know what it’s like, I’m not about to let an opportunity like this go to waste.”

She began to move her fingers up and down his slowly stiffening rod and her horny older brother moaned in pleasure as lust rekindled in his hard young loins. Melanie bent down and blew hot breath on Jarvis’ cockhead, and then took it slowly into her mouth and began to suck.

Jarvis closed his eyes and grinned in lascivious excitement. It was going to be one helluva sensual afternoon!

CHAPTER FOUR

Melanie had never slept so well in her life. Jarvis had fucked her for hours the afternoon before, and when it approached the time when their father was expected home, her lusty brother had shot four loads into various orifices of her body, and Melanie had come too many times to count.

Rhett Wilkerson had commented during supper that he had never seen his children looking so tired before.

“I just don’t see how you can be tired, Melanie,” he said, winking at his lovely daughter, “What did you do today which was so strenuous?”

“Oh, nothing, Daddy,” Melanie simpered, batting her long lashes at him, “Nothing at all, and I was bored silly. Sometimes there’s nothing that tires one so much as being bored.”

She turned her eyes toward her brother and flashed him a voluptuous smile. He grinned back, and then hastily averted his eyes, concentrating on eating his supper.

“You know, Daddy,” Melanie said sweetly, “Opal Wakefield is having her debutante ball in less than a month and I’ve got absolutely nothing to wear to it!”

“Oh, come now, honey, what about that pink and white thing you just had whipped up? That cost me an arm and a leg!”

“But DADDY, I wore that to Roberta Hampton’s wedding! I couldn’t possibly be seen in public with an old dress!” Melanie pouted.

Rhett Wilkerson made a comical expression of exasperation, winking at his son.

“Women! I don’t pretend to understand their whims and niceties!” he exclaimed, “Why a dress is considered ‘old’ after it’s been worn once is beyond me! Well, sweetheart, you know you can get yourself a new outfit any time you like.”

“Well, that’s just it, Daddy,” Melanie said, “I was wondering if you’d let Brutus drive me into town tomorrow to Mr. Klinton’s shop to pick out some material. I hear he just got a new shipment of silks from France, and Livia Charlston’s mother is getting her dress made there.”

Rhett frowned and said slowly, “Well, I suppose so. I’m flying to Oaksbury in the morning, so I won’t be needing the car. But don’t you go wandering about the town, now, you hear, Missy? I don’t want to hear anything about your gallivanting about without an escort, or you’ll be grounded for a month. Is that clear? You go to town, pick out the damn cloth, and come right straight home!”

“Well, of course, Daddy! You don’t have to be so suspicious of me!” Melanie exclaimed, flashing him her most dazzling smile.

When she wanted to, Melanie could manipulate just about anybody. Her domineering father could be wrapped around her little finger when she wanted him to be. And now that she had gotten a taste of what it was like to be a free woman, Melanie’s appetite was ravenous. She knew she could have what she wanted and still retain the saintly image her father wanted to ingrain in her until he had married her off.

She awakened in the morning feeling deliciously rested. Her cunt and asshole ached a little, but it was a delicious ache, and one which sent ripples of excitement coursing through her when she remembered what had caused it.

Jarvis was going to be away for the next few days with some friends on a camping trip, so she had to seek sensual adventures elsewhere.

And she had been very titillated by the sight of Brutus and Dahlia fooling around in the barn the day before. She wanted to get a look at that huge pecker of Brutus’ up close.

After she had eaten breakfast, Melanie stretched luxuriantly and said to Dahlia, “Dahlia, please go tell Brutus that I’m ready to go into town now, and he can bring the car around to the front of the house.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the pretty mulatto servant chirped, tripping off to find her hulking black stud of a lover.

Melanie went back to her room and put some finishing touches on her make-up, surveying herself critically in the mirror. She smugly thought that she looked absolutely stunning, and she was right, too. Dressed in a very revealing gown with a plunging neckline, made of a virtually transparent blue material that clung to her curvaceous figure, she looked sweet and sugary and very, very sexy.

Melanie heard the car puff around to the front of the house, and she darted downstairs, swinging her purse on her arm, and dashed out of the front door.

Brutus got out of the car and respectfully held open the back door for her.

“No, Brutus, I want to ride up front today, so I can see everything!” Melanie said cheerfully, dazzling him with a voluptuous smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

She slid in beside him in the front seat of the limousine, and he started the motor and began to drive out of the family estate.

“Brutus, could you drive the long way, around Mulligan’s Lake? I’m in no hurry, and I’d love to take a scenic drive before we get into town!”

“Why, surely, Miss Melanie, whatever you says,” Brutus said amiably, and turned the car around, heading for Mulligan’s Lake.

Out of the corner of her eye, Melanie regarded the big black stud with admiration.

He was neatly dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks, but she could see the way his burly body bulged and strained against the material. Her heart beat rapidly as a surge of lust swept through her wanton loins. The titillating idea of a forbidden, sexual encounter with a Negro made her feel promiscuously excited. She knew that her father would be utterly aghast if he ever even suspected that she was attracted to a black man, let alone actually had a sexual encounter with one. Well, she had every intention of doing a lot of things that would shock her father if he knew about them. And she had no intention of letting her father find out.

Brutus couldn’t get over how dazzling Miss Melanie looked that morning in her diaphanous blue gown. Her long golden hair was thrown back and fell in brilliant tresses down her back, and her large blue eyes sparkled like chinks of sky. He couldn’t help stealing a look at her revealing, plunging neckline. Miss Melanie had the creamiest, smoothest looking skin he’d ever seen and her full ballooning breasts looked like round firm melons, good enough to eat.

Brutus shook these disturbing thoughts from his mind, knowing how dangerous they could be. You start messing around with the boss’ daughter, you playing with fire, fool, he told himself.

Brutus didn’t know that the lovely sixteen year old wench had plans to seduce him, and was squirming with excitement.

They drove along in silence for a while, and then Melanie began to speak in her sweet, innocent sounding tones.

“You planning on marrying our Dahlia, Brutus?”

The big black stud cast an amazed glance at the daughter of his employer.

“Me and Dahlia, getting hitched? No, ma’am! Where you got that idea?”

“But you like Dahlia a lot, don’t you, Brutus?”

The big man shrugged. “Why, sure. Dahlia’s a fine woman. But I ain’t interested in her that way, ma’am. I got my own fiance in town.”

“Oh,” Melanie said, “Then, how come you have sex with Dahlia in the barn all the time?”

Brutus nearly swerved the car off the road and into a tree he was so overcome with shock. The hulking black brute was shaking like a leaf in consternation, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow.

“W-What’s that, M-Miss Melanie?” he gasped hoarsely.

Melanie gave a silvery laugh and patted his huge bicep soothingly.

“Oh, don’t look so scared, Brutus, silly! I was just pulling your leg! I’m not going to tattle to Daddy about your messing around with his mistress, don’t you worry!”

Brutus gulped hard and stammered, “T-Thank you, Miss Melanie.”

She batted her lashes coquettishly at him and said in a slightly lower voice, “That is, I won’t tell him if you promise to do exactly as I say.”

Brutus swept a sidelong, startled glance at the pretty but crafty blonde perched beside him in the front seat of the limousine.

“Anything you say, Miss Melanie,” he muttered, still in a state of semi-shock.

“Good,” she said crisply, “Because I’d like to get to know you a lot better, Brutus!”

She reached out and placed her small pale hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly, feeling the play of solid muscle beneath his black slacks. She was eyeing the enormous basket that bulged between the black stud’s legs, and her pussy began to get all warm and itchy.

Slowly, she ran her hand down the inside of his leg toward the groin area, and a shudder ran through Brutus’ huge frame.

“M-Miss Melanie,” he stammered hoarsely, “I-I don’t think you better do that. Your daddy would be awful, awful mad if-if…”

His voice trailed off weakly and he gave a little groan when Melanie’s fingers closed around the big bulge made by his long thick cock and balls. She squeezed it lewdly, caressing the gradually expanding hose of flesh through the material of his pants and making a cooing noise of excitement and admiration.

“Ooooh, Brutus! You’re so big down there, aren’t you? Like a horse!” Melanie gasped.

Brutus gave a low groan of pleasure and alarm as the pretty white girl’s fingers fumbled with his fly and slowly pulled down his zipper. Melanie thrust her hand eagerly inside his pants. Her fingers scraped through his tight, kinky pubic patch and brushed over the thick, rope-like shaft of his donkey-sized schlong. Grasping it at the base, she fished the flopping prong of meat out of the black dude’s pants and gave a little squeak of admiration when it sprang free and continued to grow and grow and grow in her little lily white hand, a huge, purple-knobbed slab of dark flesh and gristle, hot with lust and throbbing mightily.

“Oh, MY, Brutus! It’s even bigger close up than it looked yesterday in the barn!” Melanie gasped, her blue eyes widening as she ran her fingers up and down the thickening stem of the impressive, rubbery pole.

“I-In the barn?” Brutus croaked, looking at her in wonder.

“Yes, Brutus, I was spying on you and Dahlia when you were getting it on in the barn yesterday afternoon,” Melanie said with a giggle, “But don’t worry, Brutus, Daddy’s not going to find out. I’m a clever young lady, and you just do what I say and everything will be just fine!”

The black brawny brute had no choice but to obey the willowy young blonde’s commands.

They were nearing Mulligan’s Lake, a large oval-shaped body of water in the countryside where folks sometimes came to picnic. Today, the area was deserted and looked idyllic and beautiful.

Melanie spotted a grove of oak trees near the water, and she decided that was as good a place as any for the little sex session she wanted to have with Brutus before going into town.

“Oh, Brutus! See that clearing in those trees over there? Drive the car into it and park for a while, will you please?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Brutus muttered, his heart pounding hard.

The soft white hand which continued to pump up and down the rigid length of his rigid phallus was sending darts of flaming prurience through his lusty loins, and his fear was becoming overwhelmed by the hot, unreasoning desire that was taking possession of his senses. Hell, the prettiest, sexiest white girl he’d ever laid eyes on was practically begging him to get into her pants! What red-blooded guy could turn down an offer like that, no matter what the potential consequences might be?

Brutus pulled the limousine into the clearing, parking beneath an enormous oak tree which cast a shadow across the car and camouflaged it somewhat.

Melanie went to work right away. Her fingers darted to Brutus’ shirt, unbuttoning it rapidly and drawing it open. She cooed in feminine pleasure as she ran her hands over the hard, muscular slopes of his mahogany hued torso, scraping her fingers through the tight kinky coils of hair that covered his chest and belly. She bent forward and pressed her lips lightly to his warm brown flesh. Lashing out her tongue, she lapped at it lewdly, and inhaled the musky, pungent scent of Brutus’ masculine black body.

The big black stud groaned in pleasure, gaping at the gorgeous girl who was so obscenely tonguing his body. Her silky blonde hair spilled across his dark, rippling belly as she moved downward, dipping her tongue briefly into his navel before swirling it through the pungent mane of dark, kinky pubic hair that surrounded the thick bulging root of his prick, which she was still pumping with one hand.

Bending low, Melanie blew hot air on the huge, swollen nuts that dangled to the seat of the car, and then pressed her puckered, pink lips against the scumbag, kissing it wetly, the tip of her tongue snaking out and sluicing across the wrinkly skin, tasting the bittersweet flavor of his manhood.

The sultry blonde purred in excitement, lewdly swirling her tongue around the fat, vein-etched base of his battering ram, moving slowly up the trunk-like column, sucking her pouting lips about the gnarled, rigid flesh and darting her tongue rapidly back and forth across it.

She bathed the stretched, taut flesh with her warm saliva, and hummed against the sensitized tower as she sucked at and kissed it. Brutus gave a low, broken moan of pleasure, his senses swirling with lust. Reaching down, he ran his huge, coarse fingers through Melanie’s silken blonde tresses and shuddered as he felt her lips brush over the bulging, mushroom-shaped knob of his cock.

Melanie lapped the driblet of translucent liquid that had pearled on the tip of his glans, and then stretched her jaws wide apart and slowly let the first couple of inches of the enormous phallus slide over her wriggling tongue and into her mouth. He was truly gargantuan! Her jaws were straining so far apart they threatened to snap, and ached with the effort required to accommodate a log of flesh so large. But Melanie loved it. She loved the heady, pungent taste and smell of the thick, unwashed slab of black manmeat. Her vision was cloudy with sluttish excitement, and she suckled the cock excitedly, running her fingers up and down the shaft while with her other hand, she tickled and caressed his balls.

Brutus clamped his hand on the back of her head, giving a low cry of animalistic desire. He was becoming delirious with desire, and began to pump his powerful hips up and down, feeding his throbbing staff into Melanie’s willing mouth.

The perky blonde gagged slightly as the barbed tip of his mammoth truncheon lodged suddenly in the back of her throat, but, remembering Dahlia’s sword-swallowing prowess, her determination to do better sexually than the mulatto wench persevered, and she gulped hard, tears coming to her eyes which bulged when she felt the gigantic length of black manmeat begin to squelch deep into her constricting gullet.

Brutus howled in pleasure as he felt inch after inch of his horsedick slide into the incredibly tight, satiny wetness of Melanie’s mouth and throat. He bucked his pelvis frantically and shoved down on the back of the blonde girl’s head with his hand until her upturned nose was flattened against his wiry pubic bush. Then, he released his hand in horror, realizing that he had just rammed his huge dick to the root in his white boss’ sixteen year old daughter’s throat.

Melanie pulled back her head just enough to allow herself a gulp of air, and then she began to bob up and down, sucking noisily, deep-throating the big slab of black meat again and again.

She hummed in delight, swirling her tongue around the pulsating shaft, circling her lips about the base and sucking wantonly. She felt his meat vibrate and grow hotter and hotter as unbridled lust fanned through his lusty masculine loins.

But Melanie didn’t want Brutus to shoot his wad in her mouth. She wanted to feel him ensconced in her hot, aching cuntal sheath, which was dripping and twitching with excitement as she gave Brutus a terrific blow job.

She lifted her head and released the stiff, dark sex tool. It stood straight up from Brutus’ lap, shuddering and gleaming with Melanie’s saliva.

Then, Melanie raised her warm, sensuous blue eyes to Brutus’ face, parting her wet, pink lips slightly. She reached for the top of her dress and pulled out the full, pale lobes of her breasts, releasing them from the low cleavage she had purposely worn.

Brutus’ eyes bulged as he gaped down at the high, proud white tits that pointed up at him, capped by large, reddish brown knobs with turreting nipples. Pale blue veins could be seen beneath the creamy smooth flesh of her melon-shaped knockers, and the big black stud couldn’t resist reaching out and clamping his hand around the swollen bowls of flesh. He squeezed them hard, mashing the palms of his hands against the aching nipples, licking his lips in excitement.

“Do you want to fuck me, Brutus?” Melanie breathed as she wriggled against his hands, thrusting her tits against him lasciviously.

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” he croaked finally, his dark brown eyes burning with lust.

“Good,” she said, “Because I want to feel that huge black meat stuffed deep inside my pussy!”

She hiked her dress up lewdly around her waist, revealing her sweet creamy thighs and the glistening lambent triangular patch of hair on her pouting muff.

Melanie spread her legs salaciously, exposing the pink, swollen lips of her vulva and the gleaming, oozing entryway to her bower of bliss. She was wet and hot down there, ready for sex.

Melanie scrambled onto the seat and planted her hands on Brutus’ broad shoulders, straddling his hips suddenly. With a little whimper of anticipation, she slowly lowered herself upon him.

The black stud dropped his hands from her tits and slid them lewdly over the succulent curves of her buns, gripping her firmly about the hips and guiding her down upon the rigid upright tip of his blazing sex organ.

Melanie threw back her head and gave a little sobbing moan of pleasure when she felt the huge wet knob bump against her quivering, slickened pussy lips, spreading them apart as the black dude steadily pushed her down in his lap. Her eyes snapped open as the thick rubbery tool began to gradually slide up inside of her. Her cuntal canal was stretched impossibly as inch after thick, corrugated inch slid into the furnace hot sweetness of her vaginal sheath. Convulsive tremors of wanton pleasure wracked her body as the gargantuan corona battered finally against her cervix, stretching it as far as it could go. Her entire body on fire, Melanie found herself nestling in the lap of the hulking chauffeur, the enormous thickness of his obscenely erect phallus imbedded in her hot, buttery chute.

Melanie gave a whimper of unadulterated pleasure, her nipples swollen and aching with sensual delight, and she began to bounce up and down, letting the long thick joint squelch in and out of her tight, sucking glove-like interior.

“Yeah, Miss Melanie, that’s fine! Ride that black meat, baby! Yeah!” Brutus began to mumble thickly, pumping his hips back and forth, jamming his sex-thickened tool deep into the gorgeous blonde nymphomaniac’s hot, twitching pussy.

Melanie gasped and lowered her face on his, pressing her sweet pink lips to his big sensual black mouth. Brutus growled in bestial pleasure, clamping his mouth to hers and kissing her hungrily. His thick pink tongue plied into Melanie’s mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.

He kneaded her tits with his big hands, catching the ripe nipples between his coarse forefingers and thumbs and tweaking them lewdly. At the same time, he humped his hips lustfully up and down as Melanie deliriously rode his big horsedick, her body wriggling, her big knockers jouncing, little squeals and mewls of delight fluttering from her lips.

CHAPTER FIVE

“Oh, BRUTUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!” Melanie screeched, oscillating her hips and lifting and falling on the big black stud’s long, stiff pecker.

The brawny brute had his hands clamped around the white girl’s middle and he was slamming her down savagely on his lap, grunting like a bull in rut as he pumped his hips lustily back and forth, ramming all eleven inches of his iron-hard poker deep inside Melanie’s tight, clutching glove-like abyss.

The black limousine creaked and bounced on its axles as the burly black dude violently churned his pelvis to and fro, driving his thick joint to the balls into the blonde girl’s aching pussy, swiveling his hips and savoring the sensation of having his stiff tool encased with silken sweetness.

Melanie’s big, jutting breasts bounced and flopped together before his eyes, the ripe, strawberry-hued nipples swollen and aching in lust. Bending forward, he affixed his thick, sensuous lips to one of her round, silver dollar sized nipples and sucked it greedily as he continued to pump his prick in and out of Melanie’s hot twat.

Melanie gave a high pitched shriek of frenzied passion, tossing her blonde hair from side to side as she rode faster and faster on the bulging tumescence which stretched and battered her insides.

“OOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOH!” she gasped brokenly, “I-I’M GOING TO COME!! AAAAIEEE!”

She screamed in delirious ecstasy, her face contorted with passion as white-hot blasts of explosive pleasure wracked her hungry, cock-loving loins. She bounced frantically on the bloated penis, her cuntal walls spasming, her hot, unctuous juices flowing copiously around the sides of Brutus’ prick.

“AAWWW, ma’am, I-I is gonna come too, oh YES! YES, LADY, YES! AARRRRGH!” Brutus roared, his white teeth gleaming as he snarled in sensual excitement.

He gripped Melanie tightly about the hips and brought her down violently on top of his quivering pecker, lifting his hips clean off the car seat and ramming as deeply inside the pretty blonde sixteen year old as he could. Great spasms of lust wracked his powerfully built, masculine body, and Melanie whimpered as she felt the huge shaft of his dick expand and convulse in orgasmic ecstasy.

Thick spurts of hot, juicy jism sprayed from his piss-slit, blasting deep into her hungry, quaking womb, filling her up with his pungent, heavy seed. Brutus groaned and shuddered, slowly, luxuriously, humping his hips back and forth, continuing to squirt blast after blast of semen into the white slut’s belly.

Shuddering in ecstasy, they ground to a stop, and Melanie dropped limply against the big black stud’s body, laying her head on his shoulder and panting loudly, mewling in regret as she felt his thick tool begin to shrink inside of her.

The musky scent of sweat and sex filled the close space of the car like incense.

After a while, Melanie raised her head, her eyes twinkling, and she said in mocking tones, “Why, Brutus, you black devil you! Fancy taking advantage of a vulnerable white lady when she’s alone!”

Brutus grinned wolfishly at her, feeling bold, and said huskily, “Any time dis white lady wants to be taken advantage of, dis black devil is ready and willing!”

“Well,” said Melanie with a sigh, sliding into her seat, “I’m all messed up now!”

She glanced out the window at the lake, a shimmering body of cool, clear water. There was no one to be seen any where around, and Melanie had a sudden idea.

“Listen, Brutus,” she said quickly, “I’m going to take a quick dip in the lake, to clean myself off, and then we’ll head for town, O.K.?”

“You’re the boss, Miss Melanie,” Brutus drawled, tucking his long, lusty manhood away in his pants.

Melanie opened the door and scampered out, shedding her clothing and jumping into the cool water with a squeal of delight. She frolicked in the water for quite a while, splashing it over her body and rinsing away the sweat and love juice that had been the result of the hot sex tussle in which she had just participated.

From the car, Brutus watched with glowing, appreciative eyes. He shook his head in wonder, grinning salaciously. Shee-it, she was one helluva gorgeous, sexy little bitch! He sure was lucky to get a piece of that gorgeous ass before it belonged to someone. And he had no doubt that Melanie would some day find a man who could take care of her sensual appetite. At least, she’d keep on searching until she found him.

When Melanie scampered naked back to the car, she looked flushed and excited and happy.

“Do you have a towel or something, Brutus?” she gasped, shivering, goose bumps puckering on her creamy white flesh.

Brutus bent over and fished around in the back seat and came up with a piece of cloth which sufficed for the moment, and Melanie patted herself dry before scrambling into her clothes and plopping into the seat beside Brutus, fresh and clean as a daisy.

“Let’s get going, Brutus! I have some shopping to do!” she said brightly.

As they pulled into town, the traffic got backed up, and crowds of people were to be seen on the streets.

Melanie frowned and exclaimed, “Why, what on earth is going on here?”

“It’s him, ma’am,” Brutus said, pointing to a poster on a lamp post.

It was a large picture of a ruggedly handsome man of middle age, with a caption that read: “Hardman stands for integrity. Vote Democratic!”

“Oh, a political speech,” Melanie said, wrinkling her nose, “I don’t know why the silly man even bothers. Daddy’s going to win the election, everyone knows that.”

Brutus cast a sidelong glance at Melanie, repressing a grin. Secretly, he was hoping that Lance Hardman would win the election. Hardman was a strong supporter of civil rights and pro-black laws, the type of Governor a backward Southern state like this one badly needed. On the other hand, Wilkerson stood for the old-fashioned values and bigotries which Hardman was seeking to conquer.

“Well, this traffic is absolutely impossible!” Melanie exclaimed petulantly, “And it’s only a few blocks to Mr. Klinton’s shop! Pull over to the curb, Brutus and let me out. Meet me in front of the shop in an hour.”

She paused for a moment, considering what she wanted to do, and said slowly, “No, make that two hours, Brutus.”

The black stud raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.

“That should give you plenty of time to try on lots an’ lots of dresses, ma’am,” he drawled with a twinkle in his eye.

Melanie made a face at him and giggled, jumping out of the car and disappearing in the crowd.

Mr. Klinton’s dress shop was practically empty. Everyone had gone out to hear Lance Hardman’s speech, and the disgruntled shop keepers were left without customers. So, Mr. Klinton was delighted when Melanie Wilkerson, one of his better customers, tripped in to see him.

He showed her the line of expensive silks just imported from France, and Melanie surveyed them for a long while, picking two she liked; one a soft mauve, the other a delicate blue.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and said brightly, “Well, I’ll take those, Mr. Klinton. I’ll be back next week to discuss patterns and all. You can just bill my father, of course. Oh, can you please save the material for me? I don’t want to walk around carrying a heavy bag.”

“But of course I can, Miss Wilkerson,” Mr. Klinton said eagerly, “You are welcome in my shop any time. Any time at all! And I think your choices are superb! The blue especially will complement your beautiful eyes!”

“Why, thank you, Mr. Klinton! How sweet of you to say so,” Melanie simpered, and flounced out of the shop.

She strolled down the street, trying to keep out of the way of the jostling crowds who were struggling toward the depot where Lance Hardman was making his speech. She found herself making her way in that direction, and climbing onto the porch of the general store, she had a good view of the stage upon which the ambitious politician was perched.

They had just set up a microphone for him, and Hardman began his speech. He had a stirring, confident voice, and he said intelligent, reassuring things which the crowd seemed to like. But Melanie knew the politics racket backward and forward. All politicians began sounding alike, whatever their party line, and she knew for a fact that they promised the moon without any intention at all of carrying through their promises.

Her eyes roved through the crowds, picking out attractive men. Her cunt was deliciously aching from the hard, rugged fuck session she’d just undergone with her father’s black servant. But the sex had merely whetted her sensual appetite. She was awakening to the delights of womanhood, and meant to savor every moment of it.

She sighed, after a while, getting bored. It was a hot day, even on the shade of the porch, and all the people and the dust made her feel claustrophobic. She tilted her head back and looked restlessly around. Her eyes were suddenly riveted on the sight of a young man on the balcony of a building directly across from her.

She saw that it was a rooming house. The fellow was leaning on his arms against the balcony railing, so that all she could see of him was his face, which was resting on his arms. He was listening to Lance Hardman, but there was a cynical smile on his handsome young face.

And he was very, very handsome indeed. He had short blond hair and eyes that were a deep sapphire blue, set in a rugged, darkly tanned face. Melanie had never been so immediately attracted to a young man before.

She hesitated for only a moment, and then, setting her head with determination, made her way quickly across the street to the boarding house. The door was open, because the proprietress was standing on the porch, listening to the speech. Without a pause, Melanie marched inside and climbed the stairs to the second floor. A quick series of calculations made her determine that the room which led onto the balcony was to the left of the stairwell.

Without bothering to knock, she turned the knob and was delighted to find that the door was not locked. She sauntered in. It was a modest room with two single beds, comfortable but not opulent. A door opened out onto the balcony, and Melanie could see the young man still leaning against the railing, looking down.

From behind he looked very attractive, too. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and tight corduroy pants, and his figure looked splendid. He was about six feet tall and well-built, with strong legs, a small tight ass and a broad, powerful chest. Melanie quivered in excitement, and, taking a deep breath, she sauntered to the door, stepping onto the balcony and casually wandered over beside the young man, leaning over the railing and glancing down.

“Are you really listening to that boring man’s speech?” she said petulantly.

The young spark nearly leaped a mile. He turned a pair of amazed blue eyes on his companion, and a look of astonishment and appreciation came over his face.

Melanie gave a silvery laugh and said with a twinkle in her eye, “My! You look as though you’ve just seen a ghost!”

“I am sorry, ma’am,” he said with a courtly bow, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I know,” she said impishly, “I meant it to be a surprise. I saw you standing up here all alone and thought you might like some company.”

He flashed her a sexy grin, exposing twin rows of white teeth.

“I would be glad of your company any time, Miss…?”

“Just call me Melanie,” she said sweetly, batting her long lashes at him, “And what might I call you?”

“My name’s Randy,” the young man said, his hot blue eyes raking boldly up and down her figure.

Melanie sidled sneakily closer to him until their arms rubbed together and she said with a sigh, glancing down at the street, “I don’t know why everyone’s so interested in that man Hardman. He’s not going to win the election. Do you think he is?”

Randy gave a sheepish grin and said slowly, “Well, I’m rather biased, I’m afraid. I don’t want to scare you away, honey, but I think it’s only right to let you know. I’m Randy Hardman, and that’s my father!”

Now it was Melanie’s turn to be astounded. She gaped at the handsome young man in silence for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. Her laughter was so infectious that Randy soon joined in.

“I know it’s a funny coincidence,” Randy chuckled, “I hope you’ll forgive me my family.”

“It’s funnier than you can imagine,” Melanie giggled, but she didn’t let him in on her part of the secret.

“Anyway,” she said with a smile, “You’re very nice and very handsome and I like you a lot. I liked you the instant I saw you.”

“My dear young lady,” Randy said huskily, “The feeling is absolutely mutual, I assure you. I tell you, it’s very flattering to be admired by the prettiest young woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I am not pulling your leg, ma’am. You are an absolute angel! But I can’t get over the feeling that I’ve seen you before, somewhere.”

“Perhaps you have,” she said, with a twinkle, “But all I’m interested in is now.”

She turned and looked at him searchingly, her face flushed with romantic ardor. Gazing down at her, the brawny young dude was incredibly turned on. She was radiantly beautiful, and he saw clearly the invitation in her hot blue eyes.

Bending down slowly, he brushed his lips against hers, and then, slid his arms about her waist, drawing Melanie tightly against his body and kissing her hard. Their tongues dueled as their mouths strained against one another, and Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure, throwing her arms about his strong neck and flattening her breasts against his chest.

Randy ran his hands down her back and over the firm pliant cheeks of her ass, squeezing them lightly and pressing their loins together. Melanie gave a little whimper of excitement as she felt the solid, throbbing log of his cock press against her belly.

She quivered quiescently when Randy’s groping fingers found the zipper in back of her dress and slowly drew it down.

He pulled slightly away from her, hooking his fingers gently in the lining of her dress and pulling it over her shoulders, letting it drop in a soft heap on the floor of the porch.

He gave a low moan of carnal delight when he saw that the luscious blonde wore nothing beneath. Reaching out, Randy drew his big strong hands over her slender shoulders and down across the full, trembling pillows of her boobs, kneading them luxuriously, swiping the tips of his thumbs across the aching breasts. Slowly, he ran his hands down her slender sides and over her hips, sliding one hand across her thigh and between her legs, cupping the full, tender mound of her throbbing mons veneris.

Melanie gave a throaty gasp of pleasure when she felt his strong fingers feather through her lambent pubic bush and brush across the pouting lips of her sensitized vulva. Bending down, Randy gently kissed her on the cheek, on the mouth, on the eyes, his fingers lightly stroking back and forth across her tingling pussy. He pressed harder, sliding two fingers between the glistening, slick petals of flesh, moaning in delight as he felt the hot, buttery interior of her tight, sweet twat. He discovered the throbbing, slackened knob of her clitoris and strummed it skillfully, sending bolts of sheer ecstasy coursing through Melanie’s middle.

She gave a low sob of pleasure, undulating her hips wantonly against his hand, reveling in the ecstatic sensations that swam through her hungry loins.

Randy bent down and pressed his mouth to her warm white flesh, sliding his hand around one of her breasts and lifting it to his lips. His long, athletic tongue whipped out and darted across the puckered knob, slurping at it eagerly. He clamped his lips to the pouting rivet of flesh and sucked hard, his mouth swarming over her aching breast as he hungrily worked at it with his tongue and lips.

Darts of pure pleasure coursed through Melanie’s trembling body. The handsome young man was caressing her delicate body like a violinist playing a Stradivarius, and his fingers and mouth sent passionate ripples of delight to all of her nerve endings.

Randy Hardman dropped suddenly to his knees in front of the beautiful blonde sixteen year old stranger who had wandered into his room at the boarding house. He gazed at the lovely, pouting snatch that glistened between her sexy legs and bent forward, sniffing the sweet feminine scent of it. With a growl of salacious pleasure, he buried his face in the soft fragrant bush, brushing his hungry lips across the slippery petals of her vagina, and sluicing his tongue lewdly up and down her slit.

Melanie gasped in rapture as he tongued her pussy, titillating her throbbing clit and probing deeply into her aching cuntal furrow. His hands ran up the backs of her legs and gripped firmly around the full, marshmallow textured lobes of her buttocks.

Below them, Lance Hardman’s voice was ringing out loud and clear.

“And furthermore,” he boomed, “No man in this state shall go hungry! Every mouth shall be fed!”

He was unaware that his son was at that moment feasting voraciously on the honeyed box of his opponent’s lovely young daughter.

Melanie tossed back her lovely, leonine head and gave a soft, whimpering moan of pleasure as Randy’s hot wriggling tongue tunneled into her sweet, clinging furrow, sending flames of passion through her quivering body. She undulated her hips spasmodically, mashing her dripping pussy against the hungry young man’s eager face. She ran her fingers through his short silky blond hair and mewled and writhed in rapture.

After a while, Randy drew back, tilting his head and staring up at her with smoldering blue eyes. His mouth was wet and glistening with her honeyed juices, his face flushed with desire.

He stood up and drew her to him again, kissing her hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Melanie ran her hands over his broad back, feeling the play of his muscles beneath his shirt.

Pulling away from her abruptly, his fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt, and he rapidly undid them, tossing off the garment and reaching for his pants. He unzipped them and let them fall about his ankles, and quickly shucked off his jockey shorts.

Then, he stood in front of her in his birthday suit, and Melanie’s warm blue eyes flickered in appreciative excitement over his brawny young body.

He had a powerfully muscled torso, lightly covered with blondish brown hair, deeply tanned by many hours in the sun. His chest tapered into a slender waist, with a rippling, washboard belly and tight hips.

From between his legs rose a lusty, king-sized member with a swollen reddish head, not quite as big as Brutus’ gargantuan horsedick, but certainly prodigiously proportioned. It throbbed lustily a full ten inches away from his thighs, the thick sides latticed with passion-bloated veins.

Melanie whimpered and reached out, closing her fingers gently about the hot, throbbing shaft and running them lightly up and down the rubbery stem.

Randy stepper nearer to her and slid his hands around her back, gently pulling her svelte, naked body against his big brawny hardness, rubbing their hot flesh together as he kissed her hungrily. Melanie mewled in delight, running her hands down his muscular back, shivering as she felt his thick, heated manmeat sandwiched between their bellies.

Randy ground his dick lewdly against her body, panting into her ear, digging his fingers into the sweet, pillowy ass.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” he whispered hotly into her ear.

Melanie pulled away from him and glanced mockingly up into his eyes.

“What, and miss your father’s speech entirely? For shame, young man! We can make love here, on the porch,” she said mischievously.

She turned away from him and grasped onto the railing, poking her high, pale ass at him and wiggling it lasciviously, spreading her legs wide and revealing the oozing, twitching muff.

Randy gave a low growl of salacious interest, sliding his hand between her legs and fingering her sweet, sucking pussy. His tumescent prick quivered in excitement, and he could delay no longer.

Fisting his thick rod, he guided it between her legs, gripping her by the waist with one hand as he pressed the thick, mushroom-shaped cap against her pouting, liberally lubricated cuntal lips.

Melanie sighed in contentment, oscillating her hips lewdly, and Randy shuddered as he felt the maw to her tunnel of love grasp at and hotly spasm around the glans of his sensitized pecker.

He groaned in pleasure, and gripped her tightly about the waist. Slowly, he began to hump his hips to and fro, driving his dick against her pouting twat. A shudder of delight wracked his brawny young body as he felt his pulpy tool begin to slide into the sweet, tight slickness of her pussy.

Melanie gave a sob of joy as the ten inch prick pumped into her, and she pushed back against Randy Hardman’s muscular thighs, skewering herself on his huge pole, gripping tightly to the railing.

Randy grunted as he churned his hips rapidly to and fro, sinking his turgid shaft to the balls in the furnace-hot interior of Melanie’s love chasm. He rested for a moment with his belly pressed against her buttocks, and then began to fuck her with deep, vigorous strokes, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her cunt and then ramming it to the hilt inside again.

He slid his hands around her waist and drew them up her luscious, silken body, digging his powerful fingers into the sweet, full globes of her tits, squeezing them hard. He caught her nipples between his knuckles and crushed them lewdly, sending darts of mingled pain and pleasure through Melanie’s body.

Randy was hammering into her lustily now, little grunts of manly exertion spraying from between his clenched teeth as he thrust deeply into the blonde slut’s cock-hungry pussy. Each time he pounded into her, a ripple of delirious pleasure shuddered through Melanie, and she bucked back wantonly to meet his thrusts.

Lance Hardman was winding up his speech in a burst of passionate hyperbole.

“When I am Governor of this fine state, we shall together soar to a pinnacle of glory…”

“AAAAH, AAAAH, R-RANDY, I’M CU-U-U-UMING!” Melanie gasped, her body writhing, flames of rapture enveloping her loins.

Randy groaned in delight as he felt shudders of ecstasy consume the gorgeous hussy’s body. Her cuntal glove began to spasmodically tug at and milk his pounding boner, and wet sluicing juices sloshed around his thick joint as the little slut came and came and came.

“Oh, YEAH, baby, here I come,” he breathed hoarsely into her ear, “I’m gonna blast you full with my juice! AAARRRGH!”

Melanie sobbed in pleasure when she felt his huge tool slam deeply into her. Great thick spurts of heated semen blasted into her womb with hose-like intensity, and Randy’s fingers dug deeply into her breasts as convulsions of white-hot pleasure ran through his brawny, sweating young body.

Their senses dizzy with lust, the young couple stood there quivering, their bodies still moving and shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm. Below them, a thunderous applause had begun with cheers for, “Hardman! Hardman for Governor!” echoing in their ringing ears.

Randy reluctantly drew his long, bulging pecker out of Melanie’s sopping pussy. She turned around, and he drew her against him, kissing her lips hungrily.

She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.

“I had better get myself together and leave before your father comes barging in here,” she said.

They dressed quickly, glancing at one another frequently, their eyes full of love and desire.

As she zipped up her dress, Randy bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.

“May I see you again?” he said hotly.

“Yes,” she breathed, “If you want to.”

“I do, more than anything else in the world. But I don’t even know your last name, or your address.”

Melanie smiled at him mysteriously, fished into her purse and found a pen and a piece of paper. She scrawled something on it, folded it up and tucked it into the pocket of his shirt.

Then, she kissed him lightly on the mouth and darted from the room. He heard her light footsteps descending the stairwell rapidly.

Immediately, Randy fished out the piece of paper and unfolded it. She had written: “Melanie Wilkerson” in bold letters across the top of the paper, followed by her address and phone number.

Randy gave an amazed chuckle, suddenly realizing that the reason Melanie had seemed so familiar to him was because he had seen her picture in the papers.

“Well, I’ll be damned!” he muttered.

CHAPTER SIX

Melanie’s erotic adventures had led her to regions beyond her wildest imagination. Imagine what Daddy would do if he ever found out that I’ve not only been fucking Brutus, but Randy Hardman, the son of his worst enemy! Worse than that, even, Melanie was beginning to fall in love with the handsome young man…

Randy had called her the next day, and they had arranged a clandestine afternoon together. It had been wonderful; a picnic by a secluded pond and a long, luxurious bout of hot sex.

This liaison had been rapidly followed by others. In fact, there was rarely a day that the two young lovers didn’t arrange to meet some how. Both of their fathers were almost always busy with the final stages of their heated campaigns, and had little time to keep track of their offspring’s movements.

Melanie knew that she had at last found the man with whom she could build a life, but she was not yet ready to give up her independence. What Randy didn’t know about her other erotic exploits wouldn’t hurt him, she decided. So, whenever an opportunity arose for her to broaden her sexual horizons, she did not turn it down just because she happened to be in love with Randy Hardman.

One afternoon, several days after the meeting with Lance Hardman’s son, Melanie stumbled into a scene which really expanded her sexual horizons considerably.

She had informed her brother that she was going to a double feature in town with her best friend, India Shilton. This was untrue. She had planned to meet Randy for a clandestine sexual encounter that afternoon, but to her great disappointment, he was required by his father to accompany the would-be Governor on to a meeting of Young Democrats, so she came on home at once, petulant and unfulfilled.

As she flounced up the stairs to the second floor of the Wilkerson’s spacious house, Melanie immediately became aware of muffled noises from a room at the end of the hall. It sounded like a woman gasping and crying out.

Puzzled, she hurried down the hall toward the sound. She quickly figured out that the noises were coming from her brother, Jarvis’ room, and she also decided that the noises were those of love-making.

Her heart pounding, Melanie slowly turned the knob of the door and pushed it slightly open, peering in. What she saw made her gasp in shock and excitement.

Dahlia was seated on her brother’s bed, stark naked, her ripe brown bosoms glistening with saliva.

Jarvis Wilkerson was on his knees before her, his head bobbing rapidly up and down as he noisily sucked and lapped at her wide open, oozing black pussy. The buxom mulatto wench was mewling and gasping in excitement, hunching her hips forward lewdly.

Seated next to her on the bed was a hulking, brawny brute of a white man. He was kneading one of her breasts in his huge hamlike hand, squeezing the pointy nipple hard between his fingers.

It was Les Tyborg. Known as “The Bull” by his buddies, the gigantic brawny guy was not particularly bright, but was renowned for his brute physical strength and massively muscular body. He had been a runner up in the state’s weight lifting competition, and was a star quarterback for the college team.

At twenty, he was an enormous brute of a man, standing six foot three and weighing two hundred and fifty pounds of raw, hard muscle. His brawny chest was covered with curly ringlets of reddish gold hair, and his biceps bulged like melons on his powerful arms.

What made Melanie gasp aloud now was the sight of the monstrosity that jutted up from between Les’ wide spread, heavily muscled legs. The enormous tower of red-hot, rock-hard flesh and gristle turreted mightily into the air, bulging with lust, a quivering drop of come shimmering on the pouting glans.

Dahlia had reached out and closed her warm, soft fingers around the base of the shaft, and her little hand could barely fit around half of the enormously thick appendage. Now Melanie knew the true origin of Les’ nickname of “The Bull”! He was absolutely the most well-hung man in the county, with an incredibly thick, foot long pecker that wouldn’t say die.

Now, his smoldering gray eyes raked over the mulatto woman’s dusky, mahogany hued figure, and he smirked in crude excitement while his buddy, Melanie’s brother, continued to slurp and suck at Dahlia’s shuddering, squelching pussy.

“Am I intruding?” Melanie said in a silvery voice, flouncing in the room.

Jarvis lifted his head abruptly, his face smeared with Dahlia’s unctuous juices, and Les and the black woman both jumped, their eyes round with surprise.

Melanie fixed her eyes on Les Tyborg’s ruggedly handsome face, and she said sweetly, “Now, don’t you think two girls would make you men feel a lot better than only one?”

Her hands flew to her blouse and began to unbutton it quickly. In a matter of seconds, she had shed the garment, revealing her protruding, pink-tipped jugs. She shimmied out of her skirt and stood before the bed in only her pink, lacy panties.

Sauntering over to Les, she said easily to her brother, “Keep on eating, Jarvis dearest, don’t mind me.”

The handsome dark-haired youth grinned wolfishly at his sister and dropped his head again between Dahlia’s dusky thighs, sucking and laving at her hot, juicy twat.

Melanie perched on one of Les Tyborg’s knees and wrapped her arms around the back of his thick, bullish neck. She tilted back her head and looked at him with mocking blue eyes.

“Do you like me, Les?” she breathed sensuously.

He grinned lewdly at her and said huskily, “You better believe it, baby!”

“Then, do with me as you please!”

The big quarterback needed no further encouragement. His huge hands ran over the front of Melanie’s body, grabbing and pinching her full, throbbing breasts. Melanie shuddered as she felt the strength in his big, hamlike hands. A light squeeze sent darts of mingled pain and pleasure coursing through her, and she knew he had the power to crush her to death in his powerful arms, if he so desired.

There was something thrilling about being caressed by a man with that kind of brute strength. She wanted to feel him all over, to explore his brawny masculinity, before she allowed him to batter her sweet, pliant young body with his cruel, heavy bulk.

She bent down and pressed her mouth against his hard lips, kissing him sensuously, her full, sweet lips feathering across his.

With a low lubricious growl, the big stud wrapped his arms around her slender body and mashed his mouth hungrily to hers, nearly squeezing the breath out of her as he probed her mouth with his long, thick, wriggling tongue.

Pressing against his burly chest, Melanie pushed away from him, finally breaking their kiss, and laughed breathlessly.

“My, Les Tyborg! You are a beast!” she gasped, her blue eyes glowing with appreciation.

She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and bent down, pressing her lips against his chest. She rained kisses across his torso, and began to lash out her tongue, tangling it in the thick curls of hair that whorled across his chest. She lapped at each of his hard brown paps, running her hands up his bulging lats and cooing in licentious pleasure.

Slowly, she moved down his belly, pausing to dip the tip of her tongue into his deep navel. Then, the huge, bulging log of his cock slapped against her cheeks and poked against her ear as her lips brushed across the thick patch of pungently scented pubic hair that surrounded his gargantuan pecker.

She lifted his huge, baseball-sized balls in her hand, giving a low moan of admiration and delight as she perused them and sniffed their heady masculine aroma. She kissed the hairy, wrinkly sack and began to tickle it with the tip of her tongue, drawing it back and forth in rapid licking motions.

A jerk of pure pleasure rocked Les’ powerful, heavily muscled body and he gave a growl of delight, running his big fingers through Melanie’s lambent golden tresses.

“Yeah, baby, lick my fuckin’ balls, you little slut,” he snarled, his gray eyes gleaming with animalistic lust.

Melanie caught the wrinkly flesh between her teeth and sucked and worried it gently, flicking her tongue along the underside of his scrotum, sending shivers of carnal excitement through the big dude’s knotted loins. Then, she reached up and grabbed onto the hugely thick base of his steely joint with both hands, and lifted her face until it was level with the protruding lance. Melanie’s senses whirled in desire. It was so huge, she knew it would be impossible to put it in her mouth. Her jaws simply would not open that wide.

She puckered her lips and planted a wet, loud smooch on the gleaming glans, thrusting out her tongue and delving into the pouting piss slit. Then, she began to slowly, sensuously lick and suck on the cock, flailing her tongue from side to side, taking long, hungry licks up and down the corrugated, vein-etched sides, working away at the humongous erection like a ravenous child licking and sucking at an ice cream cone.

“Bull” Tyborg was very pleased by what the little blonde slut was doing between his legs. Hot fires of kindling passion were raging through his loins, and he was breathing harshly, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he stirred restlessly. The feathery brush strokes of her warm, silken tongue sent bolts of electric rapture tearing through his balls and he groaned in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Dahlia was frantically crying out and sobbing in pleasure as Jarvis Wilkerson’s dexterous tongue and sucking lips brought her to the brink of orgasm. The Wilkerson siblings were on their knees, side by side, orally servicing the buxom mulatto wench and the hulking football player who sat on Jarvis’ bed.

Jarvis lifted his head and watched with prurient interest as his sister eagerly licked and sucked his friend’s impressively proportioned penis. Her puffy coral-pink lips and flicking pink tongue sent darts of excitement through the lusty youth’s body. He loved to watch a hot young slut in action, and somehow, the sight of his own sister getting off on a guy’s prick really turned Jarvis on.

But he wanted to see something else, too.

“Hey, Melanie, honey,” he said hoarsely, “Why don’t you give old Les a rest for a while and give me a hand — or rather, a head — with Dahlia here!”

Melanie raised her head and looked at him in surprise, and Les Tyborg’s eyes sparkled in lascivious interest.

Melanie glanced doubtfully at the pretty black girl. Her eyes darted down Dahlia’s body, from the full, bouncing brown breasts to the supple thighs. Her patch of kinky dark hair was wet and glistening with Jarvis’ saliva, and her legs were spread wide apart so Melanie had a good view of the gleaming pink jewels of the mulatto girl’s vagina.

Suddenly, Melanie’s doubts were wiped away as she felt a stab of salacious interest. Dahlia’s wide-open gash looked as juicy as a peach, begging to be sucked and licked.

With a soft cry of excitement, Melanie shuffled over on her knees beside her brother and leaned down, pursing her lips and pressing them against the sticky, sweet slit. She inhaled Dahlia’s musky feminine scent and flitted out her tongue, sluicing it up and down the bloated, dripping furrow, tasting the unctuous juices that were flowing from the black girl’s middle. She felt Dahlia respond with feverish pleasure, mewling incoherently and bucking her hips lewdly back and forth, mashing her wet, sloppy pussy against Melanie’s face.

Then, Jarvis pressed his face along side of his sister’s, their cheeks touching, and his long, wriggling tongue began to swipe over Dahlia’s cunt, too. Their flailing, laving tongues intertwined and delved deep into the hot, pungent furrow. They took turns laving the sticky, throbbing clitoris and fucking Dahlia’s tight hole with their tongues.

Les Tyborg wasn’t about to just sit there and gawk while the Wilkersons ate out Dahlia’s buttery box.

He dropped to the floor behind Melanie, and ran his big hands down the length of her smooth, sleek back, cupping her pillowy buttocks in his hands and squeezing them lewdly.

He drew apart the cheeks of her ass and stared greedily at the winking pink jewel of her anus. His belly tightened as white hot coals of lust smoldered within him. His eyes darted lower, catching sight of the pouting, golden fringed mound of Melanie’s quivering vagina.

He dropped to the floor, rolling on his back, and scooted between Melanie’s legs so that he was staring up at the spread, oozing lips of her pink, twitching twat. Leaning up, he mashed his hungry lips against her pussy and sucked it loudly, lashing his tongue lewdly back and forth across the slit, digging it deeply into the crevice. Hell, did she taste sweet and fine! He dug his thumbs into the folds of Melanie’s delicate vulva, peeling them back, and plunged his face deeply into her crotch, thrusting out his tongue as far as it could go, driving it a couple of inches into her deep silken sheath. As he felt it clinging convulsively and sluicing around his tongue, the heat from her insides blasting into his face, ripples of white-hot passion coursed through the horny young stud’s body, making his rigid cock quiver and jump.

Melanie gave a muffled moan of delight. She and Jarvis continued to avidly eat out Dahlia’s pussy, and the black girl was screaming and bucking her hips wildly now, her juices spilling copiously onto the flicking tongues of brother and sister as they brought her to orgasm. Melanie lapped up the sweet fluids, shuddering as Les Tyborg’s probing tongue sent darts of hot excitement shooting through her middle.

Les suddenly pulled his face away from the blonde slut’s hot pussy and slid out from under her.

He got up on his knees, panting hard, and gripped the thick base of his twelve inch lance. Bending it down, he guided it between Melanie’s raised ass cheeks until it slid back and forth across the slick, dripping mouth of her hot snatch.

Melanie shuddered as she felt the huge head of Les’ dick scrape against the throbbing lips of her pussy, and she raised her ass high, instinctively allowing him easier access to her sweet chasm of love.

“The Bull” growled in salacious appreciation, jerking his cock up, and churning his powerful hips back and forth until the thick head banged against the tight, squelching maw to her sweet, honeyed recesses. Melanie shuddered. It felt as though he were grinding his fist against the opening to her vaginal chute. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and shudders of expectant excitement and some trepidation swept through her uncontrollably.

Les slowly edged forward, pumping his pelvis to and fro, swiveling his hips as he thrust against the resisting mouth of the cuntal orifice.

He gave a savage grunt of pleasure as he felt her tender flesh began to stretch to accept his enormous truncheon. Melanie’s eyes shot open and bulged as she felt herself getting stretched far more than her insides had ever been stretched before. Her jaw dropped and she shuddered in a soundless scream as Les suddenly rammed his body forward, digging his hands cruelly into her waist. His huge wedge of meat stuffed her vaginal sheath full, bloating her belly as Tyborg pounded himself savagely into her. Finally, he had forced the entire length of his twelve inch truncheon deep into her aching, violated cunt, and was mashing his hairy thighs against her quivering buttocks.

Melanie lifted her head from Dahlia’s lap and uttered a piercing scream. The room was reeling around her and her vision had clouded. Tumultuous explosions were flying through her loins, flames of rapture and agony interweaving as Les began to pump his huge poker in and out of her impossibly tight sheath.

“Oh, yeah, baby! You’re tight as a drum in there, aren’t ya? And hot as an oven!” Les growled salaciously, undulating his hips and flexing his ass muscles as he relentlessly drove his gargantuan joint in and out of her dripping twat.

As waves of incredible pleasure began to crash through her, Melanie sobbed aloud in delirious delight, thrashing about, her eyes rolling back into her head, her lips forming an ‘O’. Her entire body jerked and shuddered each time Les Tyborg rammed forward and pounded his steely member deep into her throbbing canal.

Jarvis was staring at his sister with smoldering, excited eyes. She was obviously really getting a brutal fucking, and loving every minute of it! Jarvis’ cock twitched with lascivious excitement.

He was worming two fingers in and out of Dahlia’s cunt, jabbing them deeply inside of her. With his free hand, he stroked his own ten inch pecker which bulged and throbbed in front of him.

Les fucked Melanie hard for several minutes. He brought his hands to her full, quivering butt cheeks and squeezed and patted them as he pumped into her. Then, he peeled them back and ogled the sight of her sweet, quivering pink rosebud of an asshole again. Hell, it turned him on to look at that tiny orifice! He wanted to know what it felt like to bury his massive mauler to the hilt inside her guts. He knew if he continued to pound his pecker in and out of her honeyed, sucking vagina he would shoot his jism really soon. And he wanted to sample her other delights first.

With an abrupt movement, he drew the entire length of his foot long prong out of Melanie’s sopping, shuddering pussy, making a loud squelching pop as it left her body. Melanie gave a low whimper of regret, mewling and swiveling her hips, so hungry for cock she could hardly stand it.

Les Tyborg didn’t give her any time to cool off. He immediately positioned the thick rubbery tip of his sopping, slippery pecker against the puckered eye of her anus, then gripped hold of her waist and, with an animalistic grunt, hammered his hips forward violently.

Melanie’s eyes bulged as a wave of sheer, white-hot agony ripped through her bowels. Her inflamed sphincter muscle was stretched violently as the gigantic pole of flesh and gristle plowed deeply into her colon and lodged itself in her quaking guts. She screamed aloud, but this time in agony, trying desperately to pull away from the brawny brute who had so cruelly plowed into her asshole.

But Les held her in a viselike grip, relentlessly pressing on until every last inch of his horse-sized tumescence had disappeared inside of her. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt the circle of her clasping sphincter muscle snap snugly around the base of his dick, and the heated, satiny sheath formed by her rectal membranes squelch deliciously over the pulsating sides of his pecker.

He rocked from side to side, stirring his mighty tool inside of her, very slowly beginning to stroke back and forth, gradually increasing the rhythm and force of the movements.

Melanie was beginning to recover from the shuddering pain which had temporarily brought spots before her eyes and overwhelmed all of her other senses. Her anus still ached, but a deep, dark rippling pleasure was beginning to roll through her bowels. As Les began to pump his hips back and forth rhythmically, the intensity of the pleasure increased steadily, until she was yelping and gasping and sobbing in euphoric rapture.

“You like that, don’t ya, bitch? You like my fuckin’ pecker rammed up your hot tight ass, huh?”

Melanie’s only response was an incoherent screech of blind pleasure, and she bucked her hips frantically back against him, impaling herself again and again on his gigantic ramrod.

Jarvis was so turned on by Melanie’s reaction to getting sodomized by his brutish friend that he couldn’t resist getting into the action. Scrambling down onto the floor, Jarvis rolled on his back and slid under Melanie.

Les saw what his pal was trying to do and aided him by bodily lifting the trembling, skewered girl and forcing her to straddle her brother’s hips. Before Melanie knew what was happening, she was being lowered upon her lusty older brother’s upright organ.

She sobbed in delight as his rock-hard ten inch dick penetrated her to the core. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. Two enormous cocks were imbedded to the balls in her body, and two handsome young studs were bucking their hips savagely, driving their dicks in and out of her as fast and hard as they could.

A thin delicate membrane of flesh separated the two bulging logs of flesh, and Melanie could feel them rubbing together as they stuffed her completely full time and time again.

Lying on his back, Jarvis reached up and grabbed Dahlia’s legs, pulling her down on top of him so that her pussy was mashed against his mouth. Then, he continued to eat out the black girl’s throbbing cunt while he fucked his sister hard.

Delirious with lust, Melanie reached out and gripped hold of Dahlia’s full, bouncing titties, squeezing them hard, savoring the pliant, warm texture of the pillowy lobes.

“OOOOOH! OOOOOH! I’M GONNA COME!” Melanie shrieked suddenly.

Jarvis redoubled his efforts, lifting his hips clean off the floor and bucking them wildly back and forth, fucking his sister as hard as he could. At the same time, “Bull” Tyborg battered Melanie’s aching rectum violently, grunts of bestial passion spraying from between his clenched teeth as he slammed deeply inside of her.

Melanie shrieked again and again, her body writhing in ecstasy as gushes of white-hot orgasmic passion washed through her loins. She shuddered in mindless rapture, coming harder and longer and more intensely than she’d ever come before.

Les sodomized her brutally, slamming his dick in and out of her clutching, sucking guts with feverish strokes as his vision clouded over with lust. Suddenly, he uttered a bellow of bull-like pleasure and skewered her completely on his foot long truncheon. Melanie whimpered in pleasure as she felt the huge fleshy log expand and let loose with a gut-blasting burst of hot, heavy man-juice. It fountained into her intestines again and again, spurting her full of thick, creamy spunk.

At that moment, Jarvis gave a muffled moan of delight, shudders of rapture convulsing his brawny young body as Melanie swooned. He spasmed and spat, jets of semen catapulting deep into Melanie’s throbbing womb. Her insides felt bloated with cock and spunk, and when the two gasping young studs drew their moist, shrinking dongs out of her body, Melanie collapsed on the floor, weak and exhausted from the more than excruciating fuck session. She could hardly move she was so spent, and Jarvis lifted her onto the bed to rest.

Then, he and Les Tyborg took turns fucking the hell out of Dahlia…

CHAPTER SEVEN

The days continued to speed by in rapid succession, and Melanie was becoming quite reckless in her sexual exploits. A day didn’t go by when she wasn’t embarking on another sexual adventure. She fucked her brother constantly. Frequently, she would sneak into his bedroom at night, or he would come into hers, and they would copulate till dawn.

Then, she was seeing Randy Hardman regularly, and they found all sorts of places to make love in. Once, she sucked him off in a movie theater. A couple of times, they went to a drive-in and fucked in the back seat. Once, they even made it in a phone booth!

The last week before the election had come, and Jarvis and Melanie saw even less of their father than before. He usually breezed in late at night when everyone had gone to bed, and had left early in the morning before either of his children had gotten up.

One day, three days before the election, Melanie was feeling especially horn. Randy was unable to see her until that evening, and Jarvis was out riding with his buddies.

Well, what about Brutus? She thought suddenly. She had had sex with the hulking black stud on two occasions since the excursion to town, but Brutus was a bit skittish about getting it on with the boss’ daughter, and besides, Melanie had been so busy “expanding her horizons” that she hadn’t had many chances for repeat performances.

She rapidly darted downstairs and out the front door, crossing around to the back of the house toward the barn, where Brutus usually hung out. Sure enough, he was there all right, splitting logs. Stripped to the waist, wearing a pair of tight dungarees that were rolled up at the ankles, he lifted the axe and brought it down with deft blows, cutting through the pieces of wood like butter.

Melanie paused to admire the way his bulging muscles rippled beneath his mahogany hued, sweaty flesh. A tremor of excitement rushed through her groin, and she called sweetly, “Brutus! Oh, Brutus!”

The big black guy rested on his axe, panting hard, wiping the sweat off his brow as he squinted through the sun’s blazing rays at the pretty blonde Wilkerson girl.

“Yes, ma’am?” he said, inquiringly.

“I’m awfully sorry to disturb you, Brutus, your being so busy chopping the wood and all, but I really do need some help!”

“Why, sure, Miss Melanie, what is it you want me to do?”

“I’ve been collecting some of my old things to give to the Salvation Army, and I put them in a trunk, and I need to get someone strong to carry it downstairs for me.”

She batted her long lashes at him coquettishly and flashed him a dazzling smile.

Brutus felt a familiar tremor of excitement flood through him when he saw the gorgeous hussy look at him that way, and he felt his cock begin to stir in his trousers.

“I’ll carry it down, ma’am. Just give me a chance to wash myself off some.”

“Oh, no,” Melanie said, a mite too quickly, “I mean, don’t worry about that, Brutus. You’ll just get all hot and bothered again lifting that old trunk, and have to get under the pump anyway.”

“All right, ma’am,” he said, striding beside her toward the house.

Melanie’s eyes darted up and down his bulging, glistening torso. Bathed in sweat, it looked as though his heavily muscled body was oiled, and Melanie’s mouth watered in carnal desire. Her pussy was beginning to itch and quiver with excitement, and she could hardly wait to get to her room.

She darted up the stairs, and Brutus followed, taking two at a time. When they came to her room, she pushed open the door, and as soon as he was inside, she jumped in and slammed the door behind them, standing in front of it.

Brutus looked around with a puzzled expression on his face.

“I don’t see no trunk, ma’am,” he exclaimed, glancing at her.

He gave a gasp when he saw what Melanie Wilkerson was up to. She had quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off and was in the process of shedding her skirt as well. The black buck gaped at the sight of the gorgeous blonde wench stripping in front of him, her luscious, creamy body glimmering in the rays of the sun which glowed through the transparent, lacy curtains on her bedroom window.

When she stood before him, naked, Melanie sauntered up to the hulking giant of a Negro and reached her hands out, stroking them over his broad shoulders and down across the jutting slopes of his pectoral muscles.

“I’m sorry, Brutus,” she said sweetly, “I lied to you, I’m afraid. What I really want is a little satisfaction. I think you won’t mind too much, will you?”

Brutus gulped and managed a weak grin. “I-I reckon not, ma’am.”

Purring with contentment, Melanie pressed her lips against the furry, kinky coils of his chest hair, tasting his salty sweat and inhaling the pungent, musky scent of his hard-working body. She began to slowly, lewdly, lick his chest, her tongue laving across the hard, contoured slopes of his brawny torso, lapping up the rivulets of sweat that glistened on his dark flesh.

Her hands went to his belt and fumbled with it, unbuckling it. Then, she found the top of his zipper and slowly drew it down. Brutus gave a low moan of pleasure when the beautiful blonde began to draw his trousers down about his knees. Then, she dropped to her knees on the floor before him and gazed in rapture at the long, rubbery schlong that dangled meatily between his well-muscled thighs. Lifting it up, she blew hot air on the heavy hose, and it rapidly began to expand, filling out with lust-heated blood. As it grew in her hands, she began to squeeze it gently and pump her fingers up and down the thickening shaft. She leaned down and began to rain wet lewd kisses on his pungent, sweaty balls, tasting the salty masculine flavor of his scumbag, her head reeling with lascivious ecstasy.

Brutus was groaning with pleasure by now, his face contorted, his eyes closed. Melanie felt an overpowering need to taste his big whanger, to have it shoved down her hungry throat.

With a whimper, she opened her full lips and circled them into an ‘O’ shape, pressing them lewdly to the puckered glans of Brutus’ prick. Sucking noisily, she drew the thick, mushroom-shaped head into her mouth.

Savoring the taste of Brutus’ thick cock knob, swishing her tongue around the pulpy tip and dipping it into the drooling piss slit, Melanie hummed with satisfaction.

She ran her hands up the muscular backs of Brutus’ legs and raked her fingers across the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She began to slowly dart her head back and forth, letting more and more of his pecker slide into her mouth. Her tongue whisked teasingly over the sensitized bloated sides of his cock as it pumped back and forth, in and out of her puckered mouth.

Gulping hard, Melanie bravely took about an inch of the rigid horsedick into her gullet, and Brutus gave a low, husky cry of pleasure, bucking his hips forward suddenly and driving his gargantuan dong deep into her throat. He eased back immediately, allowing her to gulp down some air, and then began to lustily hunch his hips to and fro, feeding her his donkey-sized dong again and again.

Hell, Brutus said to himself, why fight it? The sex-starved little bitch wanted to get fucked, so why not oblige her? Her dad was busy with his fucking campaign and wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything personal until the election was over. He decided to just relax and enjoy himself.

Gripping hold of the back of Melanie’s head, digging his fingers into her long, silken tresses, Brutus began to pump his bloated phallus in and out of her mouth while the blonde slut sucked noisily, making muffled mewling sounds of delight.

“Oh, YEAH, baby, YEAH!” Brutus groaned in sensual delight, “Suck that pecker good! Suck my hot black meat, baby! YEAH!”

Rhett Wilkerson was tired. He was bone tired. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ages. He had spent the last few weeks doing nothing but talking and talking and shaking hands and making promises and phone calls. He needed a rest.

It was three days before the election, and he was booked up until the last minute. He looked over the schedule his secretary had handed him that morning. He had to preside at the opening of a shopping mall, and then drive twenty miles to make a speech before a ladies’ book club, and then another speech to a group of religious leaders.

He picked up his phone and said wearily, “Matilda? Listen, I’m going to cancel the shopping mall opening and the ladies’ book club speech. I need some rest. I’m going home. Call me at four thirty and send me a car to take me to the Episcopal Church for the meeting with the religious leaders. Thanks, honey.”

He slipped on his coat and strode out of his office to the parking lot, hopping into his dark blue Pontiac and speeding off for home.

Rhett Wilkerson was a strikingly handsome man for his age. At forty-two, he had dark brown hair and scorching brown eyes, set in a ruggedly handsome face. He looked easily ten years younger than he was. He had kept his body in excellent shape by hard riding and regular work outs at a gym. His two hundred and thirty pounds was chiseled in muscle across his large, six foot two inch frame, and in his suit, he was a striking looking fellow, handsome and powerful. He had a deep, resonant voice as well, and lots of charisma. Combined with his enormous wealth, many people felt that there was no question that Wilkerson would win the election, even though it was pretty clear that the black vote was leaning heavily in favor of Hardman.

Rhett pulled into the parking lot in front of his lavish home and strode up the drive to the front door. Opening it, he gave a sigh and strode inside, heading straight for the stairs.

He wanted to fall into bed and sleep for a year. He climbed the stairs wearily, his legs aching from being on his feet almost constantly all day. He was about to go down the corridor toward his room when he hesitated, ruefully remembering that he had seen virtually nothing of his son and daughter for the last week or so. He guessed that Melanie was in her room, so he decided to look in and say hello to her before taking his nap.

Humming reflectively to himself, he walked down the hall towards his daughter’s bedroom and turned the knob of the door, pushing it open and stepping inside before he was aware that anything was amiss. What he saw inside came to Rhett Wilkerson as such a shock that he was unable to move for several minutes.

Melanie was on the last lap of the terrific blow job she was administering to the naked black buck who stood in the center of her room. She was slurping at his prick noisily, her hands running up and down the backs of his legs, occasionally stopping to caress and tickle his balls.

Brutus was heaving his pelvis to and fro, thrusting his rigid pecker deep into her gulping gullet.

“OOOH, Y-YES, Miss Melanie, YES! You doing it good, baby! Real good! Suck on my big black prick, lady! HELL, YOU GONNA MAKE ME SHOOT MY WAD! AAARRRGH!”

The big black stud threw back his head and roared in ecstasy, undulating his hips lewdly and grinding his groin against Melanie’s face. Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure as she felt the stiff pole sink deep into her aching throat and begin to throb violently. Then, the first blast of sizzling jism spurted directly into her stomach, trickling down her throat in heavy rivulets.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” Rhett Wilkerson roared in a voice like thunder, his dark eyes crackling with shocked rage.

If Brutus hadn’t been a strong young buck, there is little doubt that he would have had a heart attack and died right away then and there. As it was, his eyes snapped open, sparkling with pure terror, and he leaped back violently. His throbbing cock sluiced out of Melanie’s mouth, still squirting thick, pungent jets of white cream. His wasted seed hurtled in the air and splashed onto the floor as the hulking black stud staggered back in blind terror, not knowing what to do.

Melanie turned her startled blue eves toward her father, her moist ruby red lips dripping with a strand of man juice, her nipples ripe and erect.

Through the veil of rage which obscured his vision and thoughts, Rhett could not shake a very definite surge of desire which cut through his lusty loins.

“I SAID, WHAT THE TARNATION IS GOING ON HERE?” Rhett roared again, his angry eyes darting from Melanie to Brutus.

The blonde slut got to her feet and smiled coolly at her father, making no effort to cover her luscious, womanly body.

“Now, Daddy, you know very well what was going on here, since you barged in so rudely without bothering to knock. I was giving Brutus a blow job, that’s all. It’s nothing to get excited about.”

“NOTHING TO GET EXCITED ABOUT!” Rhett shouted, trembling with rage, “MY OWN DAUGHTER WRAPPING HER MOUTH LIKE A FILTHY WHORE AROUND SOME GODDAMN NIGGER AND THEN TELLING ME IT’S NOTHING TO BE EXCITED ABOUT!?”

He was so mad saliva frothed from the corners of his mouth.

Melanie turned to Brutus and said calmly, “I think you’d better go, Brutus. My father and I would like to be alone for a while.”

The black stud grabbed his pants and, shivering like a leaf, sprinted from the room stark naked. He didn’t start to get dressed till he was half way down the stairs. And within half an hour, he had vanished completely. He never was seen in those parts again from that day on…

“Young lady,” Rhett said through clenched teeth, “I have a good mind to horse whip you and then kick you off my property for good!”

Melanie pouted and said very petulantly, “Now, Daddy, don’t be silly! You know what that would do to your chances of being Governor. Can’t you see the headlines? ‘Prospective Governor Throws Sixteen Year Old Daughter Out!’ It wouldn’t look good at all.”

Rhett narrowed his eyes and looked at her through the haze of anger that made him shake. He felt a sudden urge to guffaw. Hell, she was a chip off the old block all right! The little bitch knew exactly how to manipulate him. She was right, of course. He couldn’t risk a scandal at this stage in the game.

He was also becoming more and more acutely aware of her naked body, which Melanie made no attempt to hide from him. His eyes raked over her large, jutting breasts, capped with strawberry-hued nipples, and shot down to the lambent ‘V’ of golden pubic hairs that lightly covered her pouting mons. He felt lust begin to knot in his belly.

And Melanie quickly recognized the look in his eyes. She smiled up at him voluptuously, her heart beginning to hammer in excitement.

Her own father was getting turned on by her! The big, virile man who had always made her quiver with excitement when he hugged her to his brawny, masculine body. It was almost too good to be true!

“Daddy,” she said sweetly, “I know you don’t hold with black people and white people having sex with each other. At least, that’s what you’re always saying. But I know you fuck Dahlia all the time, so that seems a bit hypocritical to me! I like to have sex, and I’m so lonely here all the time, that sometimes I just don’t know what to do!”

Rhett stared at her with smoldering eyes, and a savage grin suddenly played across his features.

“Well, honey, I ought to beat the shit out of you for this,” he growled, “But I think I’ll mingle punishment with pleasure and fuck the shit out of you instead!!”

He yanked at his tie, loosening it, and quickly began to unbutton his shirt. Melanie whimpered in delight, perching on the edge of her bed and spreading her legs as she watched her big burly father rapidly strip to the skin in front of her.

She gaped at his powerfully muscled body, his torso covered with a heavy mat of thick, dark brown hair. From between his legs rose a mighty ten inch pecker, about the same size as Jarvis’, thick and heavy with an angry reddish knob. He was panting with lust, and she could tell that he was going to subject her to a long and grueling fuck session, one she was not likely to forget for a long time…

Rhett strode forward, his bulging pecker waving in front of him like a flag pole. He stopped directly in front of Melanie and she stared greedily at the bulbous knob that wobbled before her eyes, glistening with a drop of pre-come.

Rhett reached down and gripped a hold of his daughter’s silken blonde hair and jerked at it cruelly.

“Suck on this for a while, slut,” he growled thickly.

His head was whirling with lust, and his dark eyes glowed like smoldering coals. Melanie gave a little sigh and puckered her pretty pink lips, planting a moist, wet kiss on the tip of her father’s penis.

She tasted the salty droplet of liquid on the piss-slit, and strummed her full lips across the spongy surface of the corona. Thrusting out her sweet pink tongue, she lashed it eagerly to and fro across the knob, tasting her father’s manhood and shuddering in salacious delight.

Then, opening her mouth wide, she let the entire crown of his penis slide inside, and suckled it greedily, gently grazing the flaming flesh with her teeth. She curled her tongue lewdly around the underside of his cock head, and as Rhett pumped forward with his hips, his prick slid over the satiny trough and batted against her tonsils urgently. Melanie ran her hands up her father’s hairy legs and raked her nails across his hard, compact buttocks as she gulped hard, taking the entire length of his gargantuan pecker deep into her hungry gullet. Rhythmically, she bobbed her head up and down, deep-throating the mammoth appendage with expertise.

A tremble of pleasure wracked Rhett Wilkerson’s burly masculine body as he felt the tender silkiness of his daughter’s mouth and throat fold around the sensitized shaft and knob of his tumescent sex organ, sending bolts of electric excitement to his loins.

“Oh, YEAH, suck it, baby! Suck it, you little whore! Swing on your daddy’s heavy joint!”

He swiveled his hips lasciviously and sluiced in and out of Melanie’s swarming oral orifice. His heart was pounding like a jack hammer, and his mouth was dry with lust. His big sweaty balls whapped up against Melanie’s chin each time he stroked into her constricting throat.

Suddenly, Rhett backed off, drawing the ten inches of steely flesh and gristle out of Melanie’s ravenous mouth with a moist popping sound. The huge tool snapped up rigidly against his belly and glistened, dripping with Melanie’s saliva.

“Lie back on the bed,” he ordered gruffly.

Mutely, Melanie complied, falling on the soft mattress and throwing out her arms staring up at her father with big, baby-blue eyes.

Rhett’s hot eyes raked over her nubile young form, drinking in the sight of her creamy, unblemished flesh, and the large quivering mounds of her womanly boobs. He wrapped his big coarse fingers around the twin lobes of creamy flesh and squeezed them hard, the throbbing, juicy nipples scraping against the palms of his hands.

Melanie gave a low mewl of pleasure and arched her back, pressing her tits against her father’s powerful hands. He lifted one of her boobs into the air, and crawled onto the bed beside her. Bending down, he pressed his face against the upturned hill of flesh.

Melanie felt her father’s hot breath on her tingling flesh, and she shuddered in joy as his tongue whisked out and flicked across the turreting finger of flesh that rose from her pinkish aureole. Rhett gave a low, salacious growl and eagerly affixed his mouth to the warm, throbbing nubbin, sucking it hard, taking as much of her pillowy breast into his mouth as he could. He worried it with his teeth and lashed his tongue lewdly back and forth across the warm, smooth flesh, tasting the sweetness of her femininity.

Then, he moved on to her other tit, flicking the wet nipple of the first one with his thumb nail. As he suckled her throbbing breast, Rhett let his free hand slide slowly down her trembling body, across the soft, silken slope of her belly and onto her thigh. Soon, his hand feathered across the satiny fleece that lined her ‘V’ shaped furrow, and he hooked his finger inward, scraping it up and down the pouting, slippery slit.

Jabbing the finger in, he slid it into the crevice and began to worm it back and forth lewdly, frigging her vigorously. His coarse thumb sought out her clitoris and lewdly strummed the oily knob, sending explosions of ecstasy ricocheting through her sexually aroused sixteen year old body. Melanie cried out in incoherent ecstasy and began to grind her hips back and forth as her father worked a second finger into her aching cunt, all the while stroking his thumb in circular motions across her sizzling joy stick.

Rhett scooted down until he was facing the succulent pussy he was fingering. He gazed at it greedily, peeling back the folds of flesh that lined the vulva, and drinking in the sight of her glistening pink jewels. Bending forward, he inhaled the delicious, sweet freshness of her feminine scent, and thrust out his long, hungry tongue, swiping it across the slippery, oily pussy lips. Melanie gave a whimper of pleasure as his tongue began to move up and down in long, lewd licks, slurping noisily at her quaking box.

Rhett grasped her legs above the knees and forcibly spread them wide apart, exposing her cunt fully. Then, he plunged his face wantonly between her peach-like vaginal petals and sucked greedily at the fruit of her sweet cunt. His tongue fucked in and out of her clinging chasm, and Melanie moaned and screeched in delight, arching her back and undulating her pelvis wildly, running her fingers through her father’s short, dark hair.

“OOOOOH, DADDY! THAT-THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD! DO IT, DADDY! DO IT! MMMMM!”

Rhett growled softly and mashed his face deeply into her thighs, working at her juicy snatch with his strong mouth and tongue.

Finally, he lifted his head, revealing a face that was smeared wilh her unctuous juices, and scooted up again, planting his hands on either side of her head and staring down into her flushed, pretty features.

Slowly, he began to lower his heavy, hairy body upon her, hunching his hips forward until the spongy, rubbery knob of his pecker banged against the wet maw of her vagina.

With a savage grin, Rhett slammed his hips forward, propelling his cock violently against her vulnerable cuntal mouth.

Melanie threw back her head and uttered a ragged scream of mingled pain and pleasure as the gargantuan barbed javelin plowed savagely into her throbbing bower of bliss, stuffing it full.

Rhett groaned in pleasure as he felt the succulent, heated sleeve envelope the entire length of his hard truncheon, and he dropped his heavy body upon Melanie’s trembling form, skewering her completely with his mean mauler. Soon, his hairy belly was mashed against hers, and he was drawing his cock half way out of her succulent channel before ramming it all the way inside again. Squelching noises emerged from their mating loins as his prick sluiced like a well-oiled piston in and out of her love chute.

“You like that, don’t you, little slut?” Rhett breathed savagely into his daughter’s ear, “You like this big thick cudgel jammed up inside your whorish hot box!”

“Oh, YES, Daddy! YES!” Melanie whimpered with joy, “Fuck me hard, Daddy! I want to be fucked hard! YES! OOOOOOH!”

Her small bed was creaking noisily as Rhett began to slam into her vigorously, small bestial grunts flying from his throat each time he plowed his pelvis forward and smacked his belly to Melanie’s. He slid his big hamlike hands beneath the soft lobes of Melanie’s ass and crushed them in a viselike grip, yanking her brutally up against his body. His rigid truncheon battered against her aching cervix, stretching it wide.

Melanie sobbed in ecstatic joy, her fingers raking across her father’s broad, hairy, sweat-drenched back. His burly, hirsute chest flattened her throbbing tits and she could feel his rippling muscles as they slid across her sensitized, satiny skin. The musky, manly scent of her father’s body filled her flaring nostrils like a heady aphrodisiac and made her head whirl with erotic fervor.

She wrapped her legs around Rhett Wilkerson’s middle, locking her ankles together, and began to undulate her hips lasciviously, gasping and sobbing with joy as Rhett humped violently on top of her, giving her a lusty, bone rattling fuck.

“D-DADDY! OOOOH! Y-YES! Y-Y-E-E-E-S! I-I’M GONNA CUM! D-DADDY! AIEEEEEE!” Melanie suddenly screamed in a frenzy, her body wriggling frantically beneath his like an eel.

Her nails raked across his flesh as convulsive shudders of ecstasy tore through her sex starved body, and flecks of light sparkled before her eyes as rockets went off in her loins. White hot, sizzling bursts of pure rapture ripped through her body as she came and came and came once more. Her cunt spasmed violently, sucking and milking at the log of flesh and gristle which had elicited her violent climax. Rhett gave a growl of satisfaction as he felt her hot, honeyed juices splashing around his plunging pecker, and he redoubled his efforts, screwing her as hard as he could, oscillating his hips and churning her sweet chasm to buttery mush.

“YEAH, MELANIE HONEY!” he roared like a bull, “I’M GONNA FILL YOU UP WITH MY HOT, THICK JISM! TAKE IT, BABY! TAKE YOUR DADDY’S SEMEN! AAARRRGH!”

Melanie sobbed in delight as Rhett plunged deeply into her saturated, inflamed crevice and began to blast her womb full of his heavy, creamy load. It hosed violently from his spasming prick, jetting deep inside of her, mingling with her own sweetly flowing juices.

Rhett shuddered as the last drop of sperm oozed from the tip of his tingling pecker, and rolled off of Melanie with a groan.

“Hell,” he muttered, “I came home to have a rest and ended up using more energy than I had all day!”

Melanie giggled and snuggled up against her big, virile father.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The campaign headquarters for Rhett Wilkerson was a zoo. Melanie perched on the edge of a table as far away from the squealing swarm of enthusiastic Wilkerson supporters as she could. At least five T.V. sets were blaring as the initial election returns began to come in. Shouts of triumph pierced the room whenever the returns indicated that Wilkerson had an edge, and boos greeted any suggestions that Hardman was ahead.

On the walls of the room, gigantic posters of Rhett Wilkerson were plastered. Melanie’s handsome father’s face grinned toothily from the poster, and the slogan, read: WILKERSON: A SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN WITH TRADITIONAL VALUES, A RETURN TO THE BASICS!

Batches of multi-colored balloons were floating up to the ceiling or tied around chairs or to people’s buttonholes. Most of the campaign people wore dozens of VOTE WILKERSON buttons and straw hats with more buttons pinned to them.

Melanie found the atmosphere utterly distasteful; a childish circus-like atmosphere which was blemished by the obvious hypocrisy of everything her father stood for. She didn’t take this political hogwash seriously, and didn’t see how anyone else could either. She yawned wearily and looked at her watch. It was just seven o’clock. Polling results wouldn’t be in for another few hours at least. It looked like it was going to be a long night indeed.

But Rhett had insisted that both his children be at the campaign headquarters on that memorable night.

“When I’m elected Governor, I want the folks watching T.V. to see my whole family there to support me.”

Melanie glanced around and saw that her brother, Jarvis, had cornered a giggling, buxom blonde campaign worker whose tits were the size of watermelons, and was turning on all his charm. Melanie smiled and shook her head. Well, Jarvis wasn’t wasting HIS time, anyway. She wagered that before the evening was over, her lusty young brother was going to get laid.

She glanced around to see if there were any comely young guys who she could set her sights on, but though there were a number of good-looking dudes, she somehow just didn’t feel like putting out the effort. Most of them were too caught up in the enthusiasm of the political contest to care much about anything else, anyway. Melanie yawned. Hell, what she needed was a good, hard fuck…

After their hot sex session, Rhett Wilkerson had sternly reprimanded his daughter on her sluttish behavior.

“If the press ever got a hold of the facts about you, I’d be ruined, honey,” he said, “Now, if you’re going to behave like a slut, you do it circumspectly, and in your own home, and with a white boy, please! What’s going to happen if that black buck gets you pregnant? You tell me that!”

Melanie had batted her long lashes at him and looked properly contrite and had promised to behave with nunlike virtuousness from then on, lying through her teeth. Of course, she had no intention of stopping what had become her most enjoyable hobby. She would just have to be a bit more careful to insure that her father wouldn’t catch her at it.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke near at hand.

“Well, you don’t seem as though you’re having a terrific time, Melanie Wilkerson!”

Melanie jerked her head in astonishment and gaped at the speaker. It was Randy Hardman! The son of her father’s political opponent grinned at her impishly. He was dressed conservatively in a blue suit, with his short blond hair neatly combed and his handsome, tanned features scrubbed clean. In fact, he looked absolutely fantastic!

And from the way he was looking at Melanie Wilkerson, it was clear that Lance Hardman’s boy was very pleased by the way his secret girl-friend looked.

Melanie was a picture of girlish prettiness. Her golden curls were swept back from her pretty porcelain face, and tied with small pink bows. She wore a frilly dress of frothy white, with a pink sash, and looked absolutely dazzling.

“RANDY!” she squealed breathlessly, “What on earth are you doing HERE?”

The handsome young man winked at her and said, “Well, I got bored sitting around Dad’s campaign headquarters waiting for the election returns, and I gathered that you might be feeling the same way. I don’t see you hunched over a T.V. biting your nails in anxiety.”

Melanie giggled in delight, very glad that Randy had done such an audacious thing as sneaking into Rhett Wilkerson’s campaign quarters.

“I hope no one here recognizes you,” Melanie said in a low voice, glancing around.

“No one here is looking at anything except the T.V. screen,” Randy retorted, slipping his arm lightly around her waist, “But I would like some privacy. I have something to talk to you about.”

Melanie looked around for her father and spotted him at the center of a knot of reporters, fielding dozens of questions.

“Come on, let’s sneak into one of the offices in the back,” Melanie said, hooking her hand through the crook of his arm and tugging him lightly.

They slipped through a door into the darkened passageway, and crept up to one of the opaque glass doors leading into various offices in the campaign headquarters. Trying each one, they finally found one that was unlocked, and pushed it open. They were about to step inside when they discovered that it was already occupied.

Jarvis Wilkerson had nailed the blonde floozy, Melanie saw immediately. The buxom campaign worker was lying on her back on a desk, her stockinged legs straight up in the air, her huge boobs flopping free from her blouse as the hunky young stud lustily pumped away on top of her, shoving his thick prick deep inside her honeyed chasm again and again.

“OOOH! OOOH! M-MR. WILKERSON! THAT’S SO NICE!” the blonde squeaked, kicking her spiked heeled shoes off and scraping the heels of her feet against his hard buttocks.

“Looks like someone beat us to it,” Randy whispered as he and Melanie hastily backed out of the room.

Melanie muffled a giggle and said softly, “Yes, that’s my brother, Jarvis.”

Randy arched his eye brows in amazement and clicked his tongue, a twinkle in his sexy blue eyes.

“My, my, you Wilkersons are a depraved lot, aren’t you?” he said mockingly.

Melanie pushed him against the wall and nuzzled his cheek with her full coral-pink lips.

“Now,” she said softly, “What was it you wanted to say to me, Randy Hardman?”

Randy pressed his mouth hungrily to hers, and then said, “First of all, I love you very much.”

“I know. And I love you.”

“And… I’d like you to elope with me.”

Melanie’s baby blue eyes opened wide. “I have a feeling you’re NOT pulling my leg.”

“I’m deadly serious. I think we should run away together. Tonight. And get married in the morning.”

Melanie studied his features for a long time. It was a crazy idea. Both of their fathers would be utterly aghast when they found out. In fact, they might get cut off without a cent. But, Melanie decided suddenly, it was worth it. She was ready to get hitched. And she was pretty sure she could bring her father around in the end.

“O.K.,” she said lightly.

Randy gaped at her in amazement. “Really?” he gasped, “You really mean you’ll do it?”

“Of course!” she said, “Now we’d better get out of here before Daddy comes looking for me. We’ll have to stop by my place so I can pack some things.”

They slipped out the back door and hopped into Randy’s Chevrolet and zoomed off into the night.

An hour later, the maroon Chevvy pulled up in front of the Bates Motel, ten miles outside of town, and a very good-looking couple hopped out, hand in hand, carrying small valises and looking very happy.

When the proprietor of the hotel asked them to sign the register, the handsome young man scribbled: “Mr. and Mrs. William Stark.” Then, they were shown to their room.

It was a small, gaudily decorated room with a double bed and a television set.

Randy locked the door and strode over and switched on the television set.

Melanie raised her eyes and said mockingly, “I thought you weren’t interest in the election results.”

“I’m not,” he responded, “I’m just making sure our neighbors don’t overhear what’s REALLY going on in here!”

He crossed quickly to the pretty blonde and slid his arms around her, drawing her against his strong chest. Bending down, he brushed his lips against her mouth and kissed her hungrily. His fingers fumbled with the back of her dress, snapping open the buttons. He unhooked her brassiere, and stood back, gently drawing off her clothes and letting them fall to the ground. His hot blue eyes raked over her lovely, creamy body, and he let his hands slide over the curves and valleys of her womanly figure. She was wearing only a pair of pink, frilly panties now.

“Get in bed,” he said huskily.

Melanie complied obediently, reclining on the white sheets and gazing at him with voluptuous periwinkle blue eyes.

Randy stripped quickly, tearing off his conservative blue suit, leaving on a pair of boxer shorts which were tenting at the crotch conspicuously. Then, he sprinted over to the bed and dived in on top of his wife-to-be. Melanie squealed with laughter as they tussled playfully. Then, the young stud rolled on top of her, his muscular body bearing down on her slender, curvaceous figure, flattening her breasts against his powerful torso. He crushed his mouth to hers and wormed his hungry tongue inside, swabbing up her saliva. Melanie gave a muffled groan of delight and ran her hands sensuously down his broad back and over the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She could feel the outline of his rigid ten inch cock throbbing against her belly.

On the T.V. set, the election returns were coming in.

The newsman was saying, “At the moment, it seems as though Wilkerson and Hardman are running neck to neck, with Wilkerson having a slight lead. But political experts believe that Hardman may sweep the western counties, which could mean a possible victory for the young liberal from Bay Springs…”

The twenty-one year old son of “the young liberal from Bay Springs” was now dry humping the daughter of his father’s political opponent.

Drawing his mouth away from Melanie’s his eyes glittering with lascivious excitement, Randy scrambled around on the bed until he was facing the soft mound Melanie’s sweet cunt made in the silky panties she wore. His bulging boxer shorts were in line with Melanie’s face.

Bending forward, Randy pressed his lips against the panties, sniffing the sweet, rich perfume of her girlish body. He felt the softness of her tender cunt through the thin material, and hooked his fingers in the elastic, slowly working the undergarments down about her ankles. He gazed greedily at the glittering ‘V’ shaped fleece between her legs.

Melanie fumbled with the elastic band that passed around her lover’s middle and jerked his underpants down impatiently. His huge, heavy prong flopped free, poking crudely against her cheek, smearing it with a droplet of clear liquid.

She encircled the pulsating base of Randy’s cock with her soft, small fingers, reveling in the feeling of the taut, silken flesh, stretched across the hard rubbery pole of flesh and gristle. Throbbing blue veins latticed the bulging sides, and Randy’s big balls were bloated with heated man juice.

Purring with satisfaction, she lapped out her tongue and stirred it across the moist tip of her lover’s pecker, licking at it like an ice-cream cone. Her head darted up and down, and she slurped eagerly at the corrugated sides, trilling her lips against them lasciviously. Randy gave a muffled groan of pleasure, burying his face between Melanie’s silken thighs and kissing and sucking on her pussy.

“The election returns thus far indicate an unprecedented neck to neck race for the governorship,” the newscaster was saying, “At this point, there is no way of determining who will emerge victorious. Wilkerson has an edge, but less than five thousand votes separate him and Lance Hardman. Hardman is expected to take the counties of…”

Melanie was sucking fervently at Randy’s throbbing pecker, giving muffled squeals of delight as his tongue sluiced in and out of her honeyed crack. Randy was moaning with rapture, humping his hips back and forth, feeding his ten inch horse-dick to the sixteen year old blonde.

After a while, he pulled out of her mouth and scrambled around until he was facing her again. He planted a wet, sticky kiss on her warm, moist lips and said huskily, “Roll over on your belly, honey.”

Melanie obeyed, her lush young body trembling with excitement. Randy ran his hand down the long slope of her back and across her sweet, creamy buttocks. Bending down, he rained kisses on the soft flesh of her back, moving slowly down toward her dimpled ass cheeks.

He dug his thumbs into the pillowy, pliant flesh and peeled the cheeks of Melanie’s tush apart, revealing the puckered pink rose bud of her anus. It winked and sparkled merrily in the light cast from the T.V. screen.

Bending down, he blew hot air against the pouting asshole, and very gently brushed his lips across it. Melanie whimpered in delight as she felt her lover thrust out his long tongue and swirl it lewdly in a circular motion across the spasming surface of her sphincter muscle, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She squirmed and arched her hips slightly, allowing him better access to her nether chute. Her head was swimming in desire.

Randy gripped Melanie’s buttocks hard in his hand, and ran his tongue in long, sloppy licks across her bunghole, making it wet and sticky with spittle.

Then, he thrust his tongue out and began to wriggle the tip of it against the puckered opening, feeling the way it clenched and tugged at his tongue hotly. Randy plunged his tongue forward, driving it deep inside the furnace-hot interior of Melanie’s succulent colon, swabbing up her pungent juices. He fucked his tongue back and forth hungrily, wiggling it inside her, loving the way her asshole sucked and quivered with enthusiasm. His prick was throbbing with anticipation and stabs of red hot passion shot through his tightening belly.

“Now it’s Lance Hardman in the lead, folks, but by an amazingly small margin of five hundred votes. Again, this is the tightest gubernatorial race in recent memory, and there is still no clear indication who will emerge victorious. Spokesmen from both campaign headquarters indicate confidence that their man will win the day, and at this point, no one can tell for certain which way the final tally will slide.”

Randy rose up on his haunches, gripping onto the thick, pulsating staff of his aching boner. He scooted up, rubbing the fat, juicy knob of his cock up and down the crack between Melanie’s translucent buttocks. He gently swirled the puckered glans over the pouting anal orifice, tickling it seductively and sending hot ripples of desire through his girl-friend’s trembling loins.

He gripped tightly to her waist with his free hand and began to slowly hunch his hips forward. He sighed with pleasure as he felt her sphincter muscle give way with little resistance and slide slickly over the rubbery crown of his truncheon, quickly ensconcing it in the hot, silky interior of her anal chute.

Melanie tossed her blonde tresses in a frenzy of passion, cries and gasps of unadulterated delight fluttering from her pink lips as she felt the thick ramrod slowly penetrate her throbbing bunghole. She groaned in rapture as Randy began to saw his pelvis back and forth, driving inch after inch of the huge, throbbing sex tool deep into her bowels.

Randy grunted in animalistic pleasure, bucking his ass forward lustily, gripping tightly to his betrothed’s hips as he impaled her on his stiff manhood. He felt the sleeve-like warmth of her silky rectal chasm sluice over the entire length of his aching pecker, and his muscular thighs came to rest against the cool, pillowy slopes of her high ass cheeks.

He growled in delight, oscillating his hips and savoring the sensation of having his barbed javelin buried to the hilt in the ass of the girl he loved.

He bent forward and slid his arms around Melanie’s middle, grasping onto her big, bouncing boobs and squeezing them hard. He caught her throbbing nubbins between his forefingers and thumbs and plucked at them sensuously as he fucked her ass hard.

Melanie mewled in pleasure, lifting her haunches high and bucking back to meet her brawny lover’s athletic pumping motions.

“OOOH, FUCK ME, RANDY! Fuck my ass! Y-E-E-E-S!” she squealed in glee.

Randy pressed his face into her golden hair and forked his tongue lasciviously into her ear.

“You like that, huh, baby?” he said huskily, “You like my thick, long dick jammed up your hot ass!”

“Y-Yes, Randy! YES!”

He held himself deeply inside of her hot chute, his heart thumping loudly, his balls curdling with lust. He knew if he kept up this ass fucking much longer, there would be no holding back. And he wanted to prolong this session considerably.

After a few more deeply penetrating strokes, he abruptly pulled out of her with a moist sucking sound.

“Lift your ass high, babe,” he ordered huskily, “I want your sweet pussy now!”

Mewling in delight, Melanie wriggled her hips salaciously and raised her ass, exposing the tender, dripping muff between her legs.

With a lewd grin, Randy guided the mushroom-shaped tip of his fat prong against the maw to her vaginal tunnel and gave a grunt as he lunged forward.

Melanie sobbed in delight as the huge log of rubbery flesh sliced up into her belly, filling her sweet, cock-hungry cunt to the brim with rigid manmeat. He groaned in pleasure as the slick, spasming membranes churned around his throbbing boner, and began to stroke in and out of her lubriciously, his big balls slapping up against her belly each time he sank to the hilt inside her sucking, burning pussy.

“Yeah, baby, YEAH!” he moaned in delight, slamming into her hot box again and again, “That feels SO GOOD! MMMMMMM!”

Melanie gasped and whimpered with ecstatic glee, pushing back against him, digging her fingers into the sheets as tremors of searing pleasure raced through her loins.

“From the campaign headquarters of Rhett Wilkerson, here is the man himself being interviewed by our reporter, Nat Staunch.”

“Mr. Wilkerson, this is the closest gubernatorial race in our state’s history. Do you still maintain that you will emerge victorious in the end?”

“I think there’s no question about it, Nat. The people of this state want stability and virtue, and sound, tried ideas. They know that I will deliver what I promise. They know my spotless record. Hardman is just a flash in the pan. I think you’ll see soon, when the returns from the Southern counties come in, that I will be ahead by a considerable margin…”

“OOH, Melanie, baby! I-I can’t hold it back much longer! I think I’m gonna shoot!” Randy gasped hoarsely.

He rammed into her deeply, stuffing his thick horsedick to the balls into her aching cunt. Melanie’s head whirled with libidinous excitement. Ripples of hot, molten pleasure began to accumulate deep within her loins. As Randy slammed into her again and again, her cunt began to burn hotter and hotter, and suddenly, a tumultuous explosion of incredible intensity wracked her middle, and she screamed with joy, uncontrollable shudders of rapture running up and down her body.

“AWWWWWW, baby! HERE IT IS! TAKE IT, SWEETHEART! AAARRRRGH!” Randy roared.

He pounded into her hard, gripping tightly to her hips as his balls began to tighten and seethe with boiling male juices.

Great spurts of white-hot semen hurtled up the tubes of his spasming dick and fountained deep into Melanie’s quaking womb. Randy groaned and shuddered and twitched with carnal delight, Melanie’s sucking, spasming cunt milking every last drop of pungent man juice from his virile balls.

He pulled out of her cunt, panting hard, his big pecker still stiff as a ramrod.

“Turn over honey,” he said huskily.

Melanie rolled over on her back, gasping and shuddering with the aftershocks of a mind-shattering multiple orgasm. Her sweet, golden-fringed pussy was glittering with her juices and with flecks of Randy’s creamy semen, which streamed down her thighs in steady rivulets.

“I’m not through yet, baby,” he said thickly, “Not by a long shot!”

He rolled his brawny, sweaty body on top of hers, and moments later, the bed was creaking and groaning as two lusty young bodies slapped wetly together, their moans and cries mingled with the steady voice of the anchorperson on the television set.

They fucked for most of the night, and were probably the last persons in the state to find out who won the election.

Early the next morning, they woke up a preacher, and two days later, the headlines of the scandal rags blared: GOVERNOR’S CHILD WEDS CHILD OF DEFEATED OPPONENT!

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship…

EPILOGUE

Lance Hardman was furious. Not only had he lost the gubernatorial election, but he had suffered the further indignation of having his only son elope with the daughter of his hated rival. And, what made it worse, he had learned of the elopement not through private sources, but from the headlines of a scandal sheet. He had chosen to laugh off the article as bogus at first — until he received a phone call from Randy later on in the day, apologetically telling him that the news was true.

Lance had blown his stack, demanding that Randy come home at once, calling him an ungrateful, immature punk who needed to be taught a lesson, and making all kinds of threats. After listening to a few minutes of this ranting and raving, Randy had hung up on his father, and Lance was left clutching the silent receiver in his trembling, sweaty hand, seething in helpless rage.

At once, he had procured the services of a private detective, and offered the man a lavish sum of money if he could locate the whereabouts of the young “Romeo and Juliet”, as the press hastily dubbed them.

He soon was informed that the couple were staying at the Bates Motel under an alias, and decided to make a move. The young liberal politician was not thinking too clearly. He had lost his first major election, and that had been a pretty severe blow to his ego. But this final act of humiliation seemed too much for him to bear. He had to do something about it, though exactly what, he hadn’t rationally considered. An annulment, perhaps. A divorce, certainly.

When he received the information about where to find Randy and Melanie, Lance impulsively jumped into a limousine and sped off towards the Bates Motel without the benefit of a chauffeur. He cruised to a stop in front of the hotel, and quickly spotted his son’s car parked in front of one of the cottages. He sat fuming in his limousine, trying to decide what the best course of action would be. But before he could make up his mind, the door opened and Melanie Wilkerson Hardman emerged from the cabin, sauntering to the car.

The pretty blonde, with her saucy blue eyes and upturned nose, certainly looked gorgeous in a frothy white summer dress which clung to her lithe body, her curly hair hanging in golden tresses about her shoulders. She got into his son’s car and started the engine. Randy was no where to be seen. Lance impulsively decided to follow her.

Melanie was going into town to pick up a load of groceries. She and Randy were having an idyllic little honeymoon tryst at the out of the way hotel. They had called the press the morning afterwards and let the story break, so that there would be no way for either of their fathers to hush up or quell the marriage without causing a scandal.

Melanie had never been so happy in her life. She had left her handsome husband sprawled naked on the motel room bed, fast asleep, after a night of unbridled, passionate love-making.

She pulled up in front of the grocery and sprang out of the car, not noticing the dark limousine that had trailed her from the motel.

Her arms full of groceries, Melanie emerged from the store and found herself confronting a tall, powerfully built man of about forty, who was leaning against her husband’s car, a rather severe expression creasing his craggy features. With a sudden tremor of shock, she recognized Randy’s father, Lance Hardman.

Masterfully repressing her feelings of trepidation, Melanie conjured up her sweetest smile and said in a voice like honey, “Why, hello, Mr. Hardman! It’s nice to see you! Or, should I call you ‘Daddy?'”

Lance Hardman hadn’t realized how radiantly beautiful his unwanted daughter-in-law really was.

The sight of the lovely Southern belle up close was rather disarming, and he felt his righteous indignation begin to get tinged with reluctant admiration for his son’s choice of a mate.

“Miss Wilkerson, we must have a talk,” he said grimly, “If you would be so kind as to get into the back seat of my limousine?”

He ushered her with stiff politeness to the dark Cadillac, and Melanie meekly complied with his request, realizing that she’d have to tackle Randy’s dad sometime or another anyway, and now was as good as ever.

The windows of the limousine were tinted so that outsiders couldn’t see in, though one could see out. As Melanie got in beside her big, good-looking father-in-law, she suddenly realized what an attractive guy he really was.

At forty, Lance Hardman was extremely well-preserved, retaining the burly, muscular physique which had made him a first-rate college athlete. He had short reddish brown hair and clear green eyes. Now, he was wearing a rather disheveled short sleeved shirt and tightly fitting corduroy trousers which clearly outlined his amply sized basket.

As soon as he had closed the door, Melanie said sweetly, “Mr. Hardman, you just called me Miss Wilkerson. Now, I think you know by now that Randy and I are married. And we are quite determined to stay married, no matter what you or my father might think. Of course, we understand your consternation right now, and we wish you could be spared the embarrassment, but our lives are separate from your political lives. If you see what I mean.”

She spoke very rapidly, batting her long luscious lashes, her sultry blue eyes flashing sensuously. Lance realized how utterly bewitching the little minx really was.

He said awkwardly, “Look. I’m willing to give you quite a substantial sum of money if you’ll divorce Randy…”

Melanie’s silvery laugh interrupted him.

“Oh, Mr. Hardman!” she exclaimed merrily, “Don’t be silly! My daddy has twice as much money as you have, and I’ve already talked with him on the phone. He has no intention of disowning me. But even if he did, and you did, Randy and I would not change our minds.”

Lance glared at her, his green eyes darting over her luscious figure unwittingly. Uneasily, he realized, he was getting turned on by the proximity of the gorgeous Southern belle. He shifted in his seat, his cock beginning to unfurl and pressing painfully against the leg of his trouser.

Melanie’s eyes widened as they fell upon his crotch and saw the sizeable bulge that tented the fly.

“Why, Mr. Hardman!” she exclaimed, “I do believe you like me a little, after all!”

Before Lance had a chance to reply, the blonde teenager reached out and lewdly squeezed his tumescent, rubbery organ through the tight material of his trousers. Melanie cooed in delight as she felt the expanding, lusty flesh. It was obvious that Randy had inherited his prodigiously proportioned member from his virile father.

“Wha-What are you doing?” Lance gasped weakly as the girl began to unzip his fly.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Daddy!”

THE END

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