Maximum Slut
(M+/F+, ir, size, teen)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

"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 prick 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 Black 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 E-cup 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, tossing back his black head, "I GONNA BLOW MY LOAD! AAAARRRGH!"

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


"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 gloved 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 blasted 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 girlfriends 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 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, which measured exactly twelve-inches in length. But his girth was just as astounding, so large indeed that most women never dared have sex with him.

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! Lets go out to the barn for a while. Dotty's gawn to her Maw's place fer the afternoon, and the Wilkersons, all except Miss Melanie, is gone away. And Miss Melanie never has no business down at the barn!"

Dahlia giggled, wiggling her hips teasingly and said, "Now, Brutus, you are bad! You know that Dotty told 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, "Yeah! She ain't the only one who'd like to beat that ass, Dahlia! Only, when I do it, your 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 see how much I want you, Dahlia," Brutus said hoarsely, "C'mon, lets 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 of them 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 never 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 twelve-inches in length when completely erect, and was almost as thick around as a man's forearm. 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 precum that had formed there all over the cockhead. 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 prick. He licked his lips in lascivious anticipation.

"C'mon baby," he said, "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 sweet 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 prick 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.

"Wow there, lady!" Brutus gasped after a few more pumps, "You gonna milk me dry with that 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 pussy. 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 prick in the other. Lowering his ass gradually, he maneuvered the thick, bloated head of his dick against the juicy cunt, 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 glove-like 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 prick 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'M GONNA BLAST YA, BABE! I'M GONNA CUM! AARRRRGH!" Brutus roared, pounding his rigid prick 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!

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 DD-cup breasts were firm and melon-shaped with large strawberry-red nipples. This feature alone drew praise from boys and men, but scorn and jealously from every female she met. 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 Cloud, 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 Fayetteville 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 Cloud 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 Cloud 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 Cloud'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 talking 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 Cloud, 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 gonna tell him, are 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 Cloud 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 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, 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 billowy 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 prick 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 puffy nibs. He brushed his lips across the marshmallow-like resilience of her breast, thrusting out his tongue and darting it across her pebbly areola. 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 pussy, 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 prickmeat. 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.


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, sweet masculine odor, so alien to her now, soon to be so familiar. Pursing her lips, she brushed them very lightly across the pouting cockhead of the angry reddish knob that topped the thick, vein-etched shaft of Jarvis' prick. A pearly drop of translucent liquid quivered on the cockhead, 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 sweet 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 balls. 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 cockhead, humming in her throat with lust. Her tongue poked into the eye of his cockhead 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 firm 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 firm 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 cocksucker 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, firm 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 prick 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 prick 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, "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 cunt. 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 okay, 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 cockhead.

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 inviolate 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, 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 pussy 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 prick. 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, "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.

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 inviolate 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.

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 prick jerked in excitement, and he shuffled forward, nestling the bulging, slippery knob of his prick between her billowy 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 prick 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 cum 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, "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!


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 prick 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!"

"Sure, Miss Melanie, whatever you say," 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 black man 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's 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 did you get 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 am not interested in her that way, ma'am. I got my own fiancée 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, firm 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 man 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 sweet, 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 cockhead, 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's 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 blowjob. 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 puffy 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 firm 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.


"Oh, BRUTUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" Melanie screeched, oscillating her hips and lifting and falling on the big black stud's long, stiff prick.

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 cunt. 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 am 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 prick, 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 cum 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 sweet 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, "Any time this white lady wants to be taken advantage of, this 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, okay?"

"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. Wow, 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, "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 cunt. 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 pussy. 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 firm 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, billowy 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 cockhead of his sensitized prick. 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 cunt. 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, 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 prick 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.


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.