SOUTHERN TRAMP Part 2

Melanie stared in growing excitement and some trepidation at her brother’s enormous phallus, which lifted the elastic of his jock strap off his belly and impatiently throbbed in the air.
With a little whimper of delight, she hooked her fingers in the elastic of the jock and slowly pulled it down, snapping it snugly beneath her brother’s huge, orange-sized balls.
Her hot blue eyes darted from his enormous ten inch prong to the large, bloated testicles beneath, and she shivered with wonder and rapture. Bending down, she sniffed his groin, inhaling the pungent, musky masculine odor, so alien to her now, soon to be so familiar. Pursing her lips, she brushed them very lightly across the pouting glans of the angry reddish knob that topped the thick, vein-etched shaft of Jarvis’ pecker.
A pearly drop of translucent liquid quivered on the glans, and she forked out her tongue, swiping it off. The bittersweet taste was curious but not unpleasant, and experimentally, she sluiced her tongue back and forth across the spongy, heated knob.
Jarvis groaned in pleasure when his sixteen year old sister pressed her hot, parted lips against the corrugated side of his cock and suckled it greedily, swishing her tongue back and forth like a paint brush. Melanie moved slowly down the stem until she had pressed her lips into the pungent fragrance of his dark pubic bush, strumming the base of his fat root with her hot hungry tongue.
She reached out and curiously lifted his huge heavy balls into her little lily white hand. They were encased in a reddish, wrinkly sack liberally covered with crinkly hairs. Bending down again, she brushed her lips across his scrotum and flicked out her tongue, licking it curiously, tasting the musky flavor. Eagerly, her tongue darted back and forth, stroking across each come-bloated nut, sliding beneath them and titillating the underside of his sensitized scrotum. Jarvis shuddered and groaned in pleasure, his heart pounding like a sledgehammer.
“Oh, YEAH, Sis!” he gasped hoarsely, “Lick my balls, baby. Lick them good! That’s great, honey! Just GREAT!”
His hot, lust-thickened voice kindled her libidinous fires even more, and Melanie redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking eagerly at his nuts.
Reaching up, she encircled the base of his rigid root and squeezed it lightly, feeling his pounding blood. She remembered the way Dahlia had sucked on Brutus’ sex tool, and Melanie was suddenly consumed with an overpowering urge to do the same to her lusty young brother.
Eagerly, she lifted her head and gazed with mixed passion and trepidation at the huge, cobra-like head of his prick. Circling her lips into an ‘O’ she pressed them against his glans, humming in her throat with lust. Her tongue poked into the eye of his piss-slit and she lightly sucked the extreme tip of his dick.
Tentatively bobbing her head up and down, her blonde tresses cascaded down across her brother’s belly and thighs like a golden waterfall. She stretched her jaws apart and curved her tongue, forming a silken trough over which his thick protruding penis could slide. Then, she slowly lowered her head and let several inches of the thick bulging phallus slip between her circled lips and scrape against the roof of her mouth.
She savored the pungent taste of him, enjoying the feel of the rubbery dick stirring inside her mouth. She wriggled her tongue back and forth, caressing the throbbing staff of his joint and sending bolts of hot lust stabbing through his loins.
“Oh, YEAH, Melanie, honey! Suck on my prick, baby! You’re doing it so good, baby! That feels SO GOOD!” Jarvis moaned, beginning to hunch his hips back and forth, feeding her his pulsating joint.
He ran his fingers through her silken locks of golden hair, applying light pressure to the back of her head.
Melanie slurped and sucked wantonly, pushing her head down until she felt the rubbery knob punch against the back of her throat. She gagged as the urgently pumping youth pushed a bit harder, lodging the tip of his dick in her gullet.
Her senses reeled, and her impulse was to back off, but she remembered how Dahlia had taken the entire length of Brutus’ rod into her throat. Well, she wasn’t going to have it said that a mulatto hussy was a better cock-sucker than she was!
Bravely, Melanie swallowed hard, at the same time pressing her face down against her brother’s crotch and opening her mouth as wide as she could. Her eyes bulged and swam with tears as she felt the bizarre sensation of a thick, rubbery pole of flesh slide deep into her gullet, completely stuffing her constricting throat with manmeat. Her bloated lips mashed against her brother’s fragrant pubic bush, snapping snugly around the thick, pulsating root of his dick.
Jarvis arched his back and gave a lusty roar of pleasure. He couldn’t believe what his sweet, innocent little sister had just done! She had deep-throated his entire ten inch boner, and it was the first time she’d ever had a cock in her mouth. His head swirled in rapture. Hell, she was a born slut if there ever was one! He knew some gals who’d tried time and time again, unsuccessfully, to do what she had accomplished on her first attempt. He moaned in delight as he felt the entire length of his pecker ensconced in the satiny warmth of her mouth and throat.
Melanie lifted her head slowly, letting the prick slide several inches out of her mouth, and gulped down a lungful of air before she forced her head all the way down on his cock again. She began to rhythmically bob her head up and down, sucking and slurping loudly, swallowing each time the dick slid into her throat. Quickly, her muscles relaxed and a delicious warmth rushed through her face. It was an euphoric feeling to have her mouth and throat stuffed again and again with her brother’s hard manmeat, and she lashed her tongue vibrantly around the pulsating pole as it slid in and out of her mouth.
“Suck it, baby, SUCK IT!” Jarvis roared, beginning to buck his hips violently.
He clutched her head in a viselike grip and slammed her face down on his loins, beginning to stroke into her throat deeply.
Melanie’s senses whirled. He wasn’t being gentle anymore. His cock slammed into her throat brutally, and his fingers dug into her head painfully. But somehow, this increased her excitement incredibly. She gave muffled mewls and murmurs of pleasure, her tongue flickering to and fro rapidly, her lips straining as she sucked hard at the piston-like lance that pounded into her mouth.
“AWWW, SHIT, I’M GONNA CU-U-U-UM!” Jarvis bellowed suddenly, ramming his hips upward hard and skewering his sister’s throat with his barbed javelin.
Melanie’s eyes bulged as he thrust all the way into her aching gullet. She felt the heated sides of his dick expand, and then, a hot blast of searing come jetted directly into her stomach from his spasming cock.
Jarvis howled in pleasure, drawing back so his sister could taste his juices. Melanie gave a muffled gasp of astonishment as she felt his squirting seed spray over her tongue and run in thick, pungent rivulets down her throat.
It was warm and creamy and tasted unlike anything she’d tasted before. It ran in steady, sticky streams down her gullet, and she gulped it down greedily, instinctively tickling his balls with her fingers and milking as much of his spewing seed from his body as she could.
Jarvis groaned and thrashed and shuddered as he emptied a heavy load into his sister’s eager mouth, and then he flopped back, panting, on the bed, gazing down at her with wondering, lust-heated eyes.
Melanie slowly, reluctantly, released his stiff pecker from her mouth and looked up at him with round, baby blue eyes. Her face was flushed with excitement, her sensuous, full red lips were gleaming and wet with saliva and come, which oozed in rivulets from the corners of her mouth. Her glittering pink tongue flicked out and swiped at the stray strands of come, and Jarvis swore to himself that he had never seen anything quite so erotic as her face at that moment.
He reached down and caught her beneath the arms, drawing her gently up until their eyes were on a level.
“I want to fuck you, baby,” he said huskily, “Will you let me fuck you?”
“Oh, yes, Jarvis,” she whispered softly, “I want to feel you inside me, more than anything else in the world.”
He circled his hands around her warm, resilient knockers, squeezing them hard, feeling the rivet-like nipples grazing against the palms of his hands. He pushed her into a sitting position on top of him and his eyes darted hotly up and down her luscious, creamy smooth body.
Melanie was straddling her brother’s hips, and she could feel his rigid, steely penis sliding wetly against her buttocks. His prick was still completely erect, imbued with her saliva and traces of his own semen, it was pressed against his belly by her weight, pulsating with excitement as she slowly began to grind her pussy lips back and forth across the stiff, corrugated stem.
“Raise yourself up on your haunches, honey,” Jarvis ordered thickly, gripping her around her slender waist and lifting her up.
Melanie brought her knees together until they pressed against his sides, lifting her buns into the air.
Holding her with one hand by the hip, Jarvis dropped the other one and hefted up his huge, slippery boner, pointing it directly at the target of her wide-open, dripping twat. Then, he slowly drew Melanie down with his free hand.
“Lower yourself on me, honey,” he said in a husky, passionate voice, “Go gently and at your own pace, baby.”
Melanie shuddered in involuntary excitement and gave a little sharp intake of breath when she felt the fat knobby tip of his juicy cock butting against the slick maw of her shivering virginal pussy. It felt enormous, like a fist or the top of a baseball bat! She whimpered in mingled desire and fear.
“It’s O.K., honey,” Jarvis said soothingly, digging his fingers into her waist and gently but firmly pulling her down until the lips of her vulva widened and slipped over the tip of his glans.
When he felt himself wedged securely in place, he released her hips and ran his hands seductively up her body, gripping her jugs and pinching her rivet-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Just let yourself go, Melanie, honey,” he said softly, “Just relax and let it slide up inside you.”
Melanie’s heart was pounding violently. She couldn’t control the shudders that seemed to rustle through her sex-starved body again and again. Her cunt was on fire, and the hot pulpy mushroom-shaped cap which was lodged against the orifice sent darts of fiery delight and urgency through her loins.
She felt the warm flushes of desire begin to course through her again, and she began to relax. Tentatively, she let her weight down on him. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she uttered a soft moaning cry of wanton pleasure. The thick knob stretched her vaginal lips wider than they’d ever been stretched before, and then, with a sudden sliding motion, it was inside her, and her cuntal lips snapped snugly around the entire knob of his cockhead.
Melanie gave a sob of delight. Her constricted vagina was throbbing with rapture. The pain had been minimal; a mere aching which was quickly overwhelmed by the rush of exquisite pleasure that consumed her loins.
But she had only taken the tip of his dick inside her. The lascivious flames that were flickering in Melanie’s belly were excruciating, and she had a burning desire to feel more and more of his huge log of flesh inside her hungry sex chasm.
She relaxed her entire lower body and gave a whimpering cry of quiescent desire, dropping her entire weight on his upright organ. For an instant, her tight, glove-like channel resisted the thick, turgid stem of his impossibly long sword.
Then, all at once, it stretched wide open, and Melanie’s eyes bulged as she felt the unbelievably pleasurable sensation of having her entire bower of bliss crammed full of pulsating manmeat.
Jarvis’ huge wedge sluiced up her slick, clinging tunnel and banged against her cervix, stretching it incredibly. Her spasming pussy lips clutched at the turgid base of his dick, and her buns were resting in her brother’s lap.
Melanie sobbed in joy as she rested on top of him, savoring the sensation of having herself stuffed to the brim with a thick cock. Then, she tentatively began to move.
Jarvis was in seventh heaven. As the silken, furnace-hot sheath of her unviolated tunnel slid tightly around the bulging, vein-latticed shaft of his sensitized erection, hot fires of raging passion kindled in his lusty balls, and he gave a low moan of delight.
He had to fight off the impulse to stroke savagely in and out of her. He had to be gentle and patient until she relaxed and got used to the sensation of being fucked. He knew from experience that after a while, she would reach the point where he could man-handle her at will, and she would enjoy every moment of it. But, for the time being, she was still frightened and in awe of the unusual sensations that were stealing through her for the first time.
“Oh, my sweet sister, you’re so honeyed and warm and tight up there!” Jarvis gasped in fervent tones.
He ran his fingers up her side and caressed and played with her breasts, tickling the nipples with his cuticles.
He began to slowly, cautiously, oscillate his hips, stirring his throbbing log inside of her. Melanie gasped as the movement sent darts of pure ecstasy through her. The slightest movement of the bulging tool within her sensitive, silken chasm sent bursts of intense pleasure coursing through her body. With a sob of awakening pleasure, she slowly lifted herself off his lap, letting a couple of inches of his rigid, slippery cock squelch out of her. Then, she sat back, taking the entire length inside of her again. A shock of exquisite rapture tore through her and she cried out loud in astonished ecstasy. Eagerly, she lifted her hips higher into the air this time and dropped her weight upon him hard, impaling herself wantonly on his uptight spear. It felt so good she nearly screamed! She began to bounce on him with abandon, swiveling her hips and churning her heated insides with his tumescent ramrod.
Jarvis groaned in delight as she began to pump his solid truncheon with her hot, sweet sleeve. He dropped his hands from her bouncing, jiggling breasts and gripped onto her hips, guiding her down onto him. At the same time, he began to draw back his hips and hump them forward lewdly, driving into her deeply each time she came down on him. Melanie didn’t mind his actions in the least. No sirree, she was adapting to the sensations of getting fucked like a fish to water! Jarvis grinned lewdly. Hell, his sister was one of the hottest little sluts he’d ever come across!
He began to hammer his pelvis back and forth vigorously, stabbing his dick up into her heavenly chasm again and again. Melanie was groaning and screeching with glee, her suckling cuntal lips making loud, squelching noises as they clutched and released the pounding base of his cock.
“Yeah, Melanie honey, feels good, doesn’t it?” Jarvis moaned, looking up at her with hot green eyes.
“Y-YES!” she gasped brokenly, “S-SO GOOD! MMMMMM!”
Her canopied bed was beginning to creak and bounce noisily, and out of the corner of his eye, Jarvis caught sight of their reflection in the mirror. Hell, it turned him on to watch his lovely blonde sister bouncing wantonly up and down on his cock! He had never been so fucking horny in his life!
He gave a low salacious growl and gripped tight hold of his sister’s waist, skewering her deeply on his dick.
“Hold still, babe,” he ordered huskily, and Melanie obediently stopped squirming, panting with exertion and desire.
With his entire, rock-hard truncheon imbedded completely in her aching snatch, Jarvis rolled the two of them over so that Melanie was lying on her back on the bed and her lusty older brother was nestled on top of her.
Luxuriantly, he stirred his massive rod in her depths, savoring the sweet, tight, hot tunnel of flesh. He slid his hands down and gripped her beneath the knees, slowly bending them forward. He placed her ankles over his shoulders and slid his arms around her legs, planting his hands on the bed on either side of her head.
He stared down into her beautiful, flushing features, framed by the disheveled golden halo of her hair, and his belly knotted with white-hot coals of lust. He gave a low growl of passionate need and backed his ass away from her, drawing his rigid ramrod almost all the way out of her cunt.
Then, he knifed forward with a bestial grunt, slamming his dick into her hard, their bellies mashing together. Melanie’s features contorted in a grimace of delight and she gave a soundless gasp of passion. Her hands flew up and grabbed onto his thick, bullish neck, digging into it in a frenzy of lust, and she began to undulate her hips wantonly, swishing them from side to side and churning his long rod deep inside her sweetly honeyed interior.
“I’m gonna fuck you real good now, honey,” he breathed hoarsely, his green eyes flashing with prurient fervor, “I’m gonna show you what it feels like to be a woman!”
He began to pump rhythmically, gradually increasing the force and frequency of his strokes. His big wet balls slapped noisily against her buttocks each time he slammed against her. Melanie’s breath rushed from her lungs in little whimpers and gasps each time she felt her big brother’s prick slice up inside of her, deliciously chaffing the sensitized sides of her slick, sweet tunnel.
Flutters of passionate joy began to accelerate in the girl’s quaking loins, and her mind began to reel with lust.
“OOOOH! OOOOH! J-JARVIS! I-I THINK IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN! AAAAAH!” she screamed, bucking her hips wildly.
“You going to come, baby? You gonna pump your sweet juices around my pounding prick?” her brother panted.
“Y-YE-E-E-S! AAAAAAAAAH!” she shrieked, tossing her head violently from side to side.
Molten lava seemed to seethe through the lower part of her body, rolling over her nerve endings and setting them on fire. Her cunt convulsively sucked and quivered around Jarvis’ ramrod which plunged in and out of her harder and harder, faster and faster.
Jarvis shuddered in delight as he felt the tight, clasping sleeve of her heated cuntal furrow squeeze and milk the pumping shaft of his cock, and he felt the sweet, unctuous liquid sluice around his quivering, lust-thickened joint as his sister came and came and came!
From the sound of the sobs and cries she was making, Jarvis realized that Melanie was having one helluva powerful multiple orgasm, and he relentlessly continued to grind his hips back and forth, driving his dick in and out of her sweet hole, stuffing her to the brim with his long, hard pecker.
Melanie’s senses were whirling. The feelings that flooded through her body were so intense. She moaned and gasped with joy, her body shuddering as spasms and spasms of orgasmic intensity rippled through her pussy.
Jarvis swiveled his hips, slowing down the rapid pace of his strokes, grinding to a stop.
Then, he slowly drew his prick out of her aching, oozing cunt. The long fat slab of meatiness flapped up against his washboard rippling belly with a moist slapping sound. His eyes were still blazing with lust.
He bent down and kissed Melanie on the lips, stroking her trembling body with his hands soothingly.
She opened her eyes, and they were a dark, hot blue, like a troubled sea in a storm.
“You want me to stop, honey?” he asked huskily, “You had enough?”
Melanie shuddered and shook her head dumbly, her eyes pleading for his cock. He grinned wolfishly, always ready to oblige a woman with a need for a good, long fuck session.
But Melanie had one more virginal orifice he wanted to explore.
“Turn over on your belly, baby,” he ordered huskily.
Obediently, Melanie rolled over. Jarvis’ eyes greedily swept down to the full, firm cheeks of her creamy, translucent ass. He ran his fingers down her back and dug them into the pliant, shimmering mounds of flesh. Spreading them apart, he revealed the sweet winking rosette of her unviolated asshole. It was pink and puckered and looked incredibly tight.
Jarvis scooted down and lowered his face slowly until it was inches away from the marshmallow-like lobes of her high, firm buns. He blew hot air between the quivering butt cheeks, and slowly leaned forward. Puckering his lips, he pressed them against the quivering bunghole, letting her buttocks close about his face. He forked out his tongue greedily and swiped it over the slick, tight anus, tasting the pungent flavor of it, his heart hammering violently in his chest.
Melanie’s body jerked and she gave an astonished gasp of pleasure. Jarvis was revealing to her erotogenic areas she had never imagined could be aroused before. Jarvis began to work his tongue back and forth rapidly, plunging the tip of it against the puckered maw, inserting it slowly into the tight, clenching muscle until it slid into the blazing, clutching interior of her colon.
A sob of dumbfounded delight broke in Melanie’s throat and she lifted her ass instinctively, giving her libidinous brother easier access to her sweet nether chasm. Jarvis eagerly snaked his tongue back and forth, driving it almost two inches into her slick, pungent furrow and pulling it back again. From the manner in which she reacted to this ass tonguing, Jarvis could tell that sodomizing his sister wasn’t going to be all that difficult.
He lifted his head abruptly and scooted up on the bed.
“Get up on your hands and knees, Melanie,” he ordered huskily.
Trembling with erotic anticipation, she complied, lifting her sweet, pale little ass in the air and spreading her legs instinctively.
Jarvis peeled back the cheeks of her buttocks, revealing her puckered anus, gleaming with his saliva and winking spasmodically. His pecker jerked in excitement, and he shuffled forward, nestling the bulging, slippery knob of his prick between her pillowy butt cheeks until it pressed against the tight mouth of her anus.
Then, he gripped her firmly about the middle and braced himself. He knew that her asshole was damned tight, and that it would probably hurt her a lot when he first penetrated her. The best thing to do, he decided, was to give her the full treatment as fast as possible.
He took a deep breath and then, with a savage grunt, the muscles in his arms bulging as he gripped her waist hard, Jarvis slammed his hips forward. For an instant, her stubborn sphincter muscle resisted the lusty onslaught, and then it was stretched wide apart as the huge slab of slick, heated manmeat rammed ten inches inside Melanie’s blazing, ravaged innards.
Melanie’s eyes and mouth shot open as white-hot pain suddenly ripped rudely through her bowels. Then, she uttered a piercing, frantic scream.
“J-JARVIS! Y-YOU’RE KILLING ME! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!” she screamed frantically.
Jarvis nestled his hips against her shuddering buns, stirring his cock deep inside her guts. He felt her throbbing, agonized sphincter muscle spasmodically clenching and releasing the enormous obstacle that had so rudely intruded into her virginal anal passageway.
“Relax, honey, just relax and it will start to feel better,” Jarvis said soothingly to his sobbing sister.
At first, she had struggled, trying to break away from him, but her powerfully built brother was no match for her. He held her in a viselike grip, imbedding the entire length of his gigantic truncheon to the root inside of her. Jarvis shuddered, the flaming, satiny membranes of her rectal chute sluicing around the pulsating thickness of his manhood.
Then, he began to move, slowly. He backed up several inches and pumped back into her, gently stirring his rod in her violated intestines. He drove in and out, pulling a little more of his dick out of her each time, pushing into her a little harder each time.
Melanie’s frantic sobs began to abate, suddenly. Now she was gasping and giving little startled whimpers of awakening pleasure. A strange, dark, billowing sensation began to course through her bowels, a peculiar ecstasy. The sharp pains had evaporated, and she was suddenly becoming consumed by incredibly exciting sensations. She began to mewl in delight, and hot fires of desire raged furiously through her body. She arched her back and began to instinctively push her trembling buttocks back against Jarvis’ body.
Jarvis felt her respond and gave a low, contented growl. Gripping her hips hard, he backed out until all but the barbed knob of his pecker were freed from her tight, clenching anal passageway. Then, with a savage grunt, he pounded back into her. Melanie screamed, but it was a scream of pure pleasure. She wanted it. She wanted that thick, brutal pole battered deep inside her simmering, suckling asshole.
And Jarvis was eager to oblige. Grunts of animalistic passion spraying from between his clenched teeth, he began to pound into her hard, slamming his huge mauler deep inside her, his libidinous fires blazing in his loins, his head beginning to swim with uncontrollable lust.
He couldn’t contain himself any longer. Gasping with masculine pleasure, he slammed in and out of his sister’s constricting asshole with all his might. Each time he banged into her, a bone-rattling shudder rushed through Melanie’s body and she groaned in ecstasy.
“OOOH, HELL, HONEY! I CAN’T HOLD IT ANY LONGER! I’M GONNA BLAST YOU FULL OF MY JUICE, BABY! AARRRRGH!”
He threw back his head and howled in pleasure, ramming to the hilt inside of her, shudders of white-hot pleasure rippling through his body. His big balls tightened and boiled over, and hot, heavy jets of jism hurtled up his tubes and blasted deep into Melanie’s guts, spraying her full of his semen.
As soon as she felt the hot liquid spatter deep inside of her, Melanie felt her stomach flip-flop with excitement, and a gush of searing pleasure coursed through her. She gave an impassioned shriek, bucking back against Jarvis’ lusty strokes, coming again and again, in her ass and in her cunt, her entire body blazing with promiscuous libidinous delight.
The incestuous siblings lay in one another’s arms for a long time, gasping and tingling with delicious, tired delight. The rich scent of sex and sweat wafted into their nostrils, and they talked in low voices, caressing one another and kissing frequently.
“Whatever we do,” Jarvis said huskily, “We better not let Daddy find out about it. I swear, he’s likely to get out his shotgun and blast me full of holes if he thought I’d laid a hand on my pretty sister!”
Melanie smiled at him voluptuously, closing her small warm fingers around her brother’s limp sticky lance.
“I want you to lay your hand on me any time you want, Jarvis, dear,” she said in a voice like melted honey, “And right now, I’d like to have another taste of your cock. Now that I know what it’s like, I’m not about to let an opportunity like this go to waste.”
She began to move her fingers up and down his slowly stiffening rod and her horny older brother moaned in pleasure as lust rekindled in his hard young loins. Melanie bent down and blew hot breath on Jarvis’ cockhead, and then took it slowly into her mouth and began to suck.
Jarvis closed his eyes and grinned in lascivious excitement. It was going to be one helluva sensual afternoon!
Melanie had never slept so well in her life. Jarvis had fucked her for hours the afternoon before, and when it approached the time when their father was expected home, her lusty brother had shot four loads into various orifices of her body, and Melanie had come too many times to count.
Rhett Wilkerson had commented during supper that he had never seen his children looking so tired before.
“I just don’t see how you can be tired, Melanie,” he said, winking at his lovely daughter, “What did you do today which was so strenuous?”
“Oh, nothing, Daddy,” Melanie simpered, batting her long lashes at him, “Nothing at all, and I was bored silly. Sometimes there’s nothing that tires one so much as being bored.”
She turned her eyes toward her brother and flashed him a voluptuous smile. He grinned back, and then hastily averted his eyes, concentrating on eating his supper.
“You know, Daddy,” Melanie said sweetly, “Opal Wakefield is having her debutante ball in less than a month and I’ve got absolutely nothing to wear to it!”
“Oh, come now, honey, what about that pink and white thing you just had whipped up? That cost me an arm and a leg!”
“But DADDY, I wore that to Roberta Hampton’s wedding! I couldn’t possibly be seen in public with an old dress!” Melanie pouted.
Rhett Wilkerson made a comical expression of exasperation, winking at his son.
“Women! I don’t pretend to understand their whims and niceties!” he exclaimed, “Why a dress is considered ‘old’ after it’s been worn once is beyond me! Well, sweetheart, you know you can get yourself a new outfit any time you like.”
“Well, that’s just it, Daddy,” Melanie said, “I was wondering if you’d let Brutus drive me into town tomorrow to Mr. Klinton’s shop to pick out some material. I hear he just got a new shipment of silks from France, and Livia Charlston’s mother is getting her dress made there.”
Rhett frowned and said slowly, “Well, I suppose so. I’m flying to Oaksbury in the morning, so I won’t be needing the car. But don’t you go wandering about the town, now, you hear, Missy? I don’t want to hear anything about your gallivanting about without an escort, or you’ll be grounded for a month. Is that clear? You go to town, pick out the damn cloth, and come right straight home!”
“Well, of course, Daddy! You don’t have to be so suspicious of me!” Melanie exclaimed, flashing him her most dazzling smile.
When she wanted to, Melanie could manipulate just about anybody. Her domineering father could be wrapped around her little finger when she wanted him to be. And now that she had gotten a taste of what it was like to be a free woman, Melanie’s appetite was ravenous. She knew she could have what she wanted and still retain the saintly image her father wanted to ingrain in her until he had married her off.
She awakened in the morning feeling deliciously rested. Her cunt and asshole ached a little, but it was a delicious ache, and one which sent ripples of excitement coursing through her when she remembered what had caused it.
Jarvis was going to be away for the next few days with some friends on a camping trip, so she had to seek sensual adventures elsewhere.
And she had been very titillated by the sight of Brutus and Dahlia fooling around in the barn the day before. She wanted to get a look at that huge pecker of Brutus’ up close.
After she had eaten breakfast, Melanie stretched luxuriantly and said to Dahlia, “Dahlia, please go tell Brutus that I’m ready to go into town now, and he can bring the car around to the front of the house.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the pretty mulatto servant chirped, tripping off to find her hulking black stud of a lover.
Melanie went back to her room and put some finishing touches on her make-up, surveying herself critically in the mirror. She smugly thought that she looked absolutely stunning, and she was right, too. Dressed in a very revealing gown with a plunging neckline, made of a virtually transparent blue material that clung to her curvaceous figure, she looked sweet and sugary and very, very sexy.
Melanie heard the car puff around to the front of the house, and she darted downstairs, swinging her purse on her arm, and dashed out of the front door.
Brutus got out of the car and respectfully held open the back door for her.
“No, Brutus, I want to ride up front today, so I can see everything!” Melanie said cheerfully, dazzling him with a voluptuous smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
She slid in beside him in the front seat of the limousine, and he started the motor and began to drive out of the family estate.
“Brutus, could you drive the long way, around Mulligan’s Lake? I’m in no hurry, and I’d love to take a scenic drive before we get into town!”
“Why, surely, Miss Melanie, whatever you says,” Brutus said amiably, and turned the car around, heading for Mulligan’s Lake.
Out of the corner of her eye, Melanie regarded the big black stud with admiration.
He was neatly dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks, but she could see the way his burly body bulged and strained against the material. Her heart beat rapidly as a surge of lust swept through her wanton loins. The titillating idea of a forbidden, sexual encounter with a Negro made her feel promiscuously excited. She knew that her father would be utterly aghast if he ever even suspected that she was attracted to a black man, let alone actually had a sexual encounter with one. Well, she had every intention of doing a lot of things that would shock her father if he knew about them. And she had no intention of letting her father find out.
Brutus couldn’t get over how dazzling Miss Melanie looked that morning in her diaphanous blue gown. Her long golden hair was thrown back and fell in brilliant tresses down her back, and her large blue eyes sparkled like chinks of sky. He couldn’t help stealing a look at her revealing, plunging neckline. Miss Melanie had the creamiest, smoothest looking skin he’d ever seen and her full ballooning breasts looked like round firm melons, good enough to eat.
Brutus shook these disturbing thoughts from his mind, knowing how dangerous they could be. You start messing around with the boss’ daughter, you playing with fire, fool, he told himself.
Brutus didn’t know that the lovely sixteen year old wench had plans to seduce him, and was squirming with excitement.
They drove along in silence for a while, and then Melanie began to speak in her sweet, innocent sounding tones.
“You planning on marrying our Dahlia, Brutus?”
The big black stud cast an amazed glance at the daughter of his employer.
“Me and Dahlia, getting hitched? No, ma’am! Where you got that idea?”
“But you like Dahlia a lot, don’t you, Brutus?”
The big man shrugged. “Why, sure. Dahlia’s a fine woman. But I ain’t interested in her that way, ma’am. I got my own fiance in town.”
“Oh,” Melanie said, “Then, how come you have sex with Dahlia in the barn all the time?”
Brutus nearly swerved the car off the road and into a tree he was so overcome with shock. The hulking black brute was shaking like a leaf in consternation, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow.
“W-What’s that, M-Miss Melanie?” he gasped hoarsely.
Melanie gave a silvery laugh and patted his huge bicep soothingly.
“Oh, don’t look so scared, Brutus, silly! I was just pulling your leg! I’m not going to tattle to Daddy about your messing around with his mistress, don’t you worry!”
Brutus gulped hard and stammered, “T-Thank you, Miss Melanie.”
She batted her lashes coquettishly at him and said in a slightly lower voice, “That is, I won’t tell him if you promise to do exactly as I say.”
Brutus swept a sidelong, startled glance at the pretty but crafty blonde perched beside him in the front seat of the limousine.
“Anything you say, Miss Melanie,” he muttered, still in a state of semi-shock.
“Good,” she said crisply, “Because I’d like to get to know you a lot better, Brutus!”
She reached out and placed her small pale hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly, feeling the play of solid muscle beneath his black slacks. She was eyeing the enormous basket that bulged between the black stud’s legs, and her pussy began to get all warm and itchy.
Slowly, she ran her hand down the inside of his leg toward the groin area, and a shudder ran through Brutus’ huge frame.
“M-Miss Melanie,” he stammered hoarsely, “I-I don’t think you better do that. Your daddy would be awful, awful mad if-if…”
His voice trailed off weakly and he gave a little groan when Melanie’s fingers closed around the big bulge made by his long thick cock and balls. She squeezed it lewdly, caressing the gradually expanding hose of flesh through the material of his pants and making a cooing noise of excitement and admiration.
“Ooooh, Brutus! You’re so big down there, aren’t you? Like a horse!” Melanie gasped.
Brutus gave a low groan of pleasure and alarm as the pretty white girl’s fingers fumbled with his fly and slowly pulled down his zipper. Melanie thrust her hand eagerly inside his pants. Her fingers scraped through his tight, kinky pubic patch and brushed over the thick, rope-like shaft of his donkey-sized schlong. Grasping it at the base, she fished the flopping prong of meat out of the black dude’s pants and gave a little squeak of admiration when it sprang free and continued to grow and grow and grow in her little lily white hand, a huge, purple-knobbed slab of dark flesh and gristle, hot with lust and throbbing mightily.
“Oh, MY, Brutus! It’s even bigger close up than it looked yesterday in the barn!” Melanie gasped, her blue eyes widening as she ran her fingers up and down the thickening stem of the impressive, rubbery pole.
“I-In the barn?” Brutus croaked, looking at her in wonder.
“Yes, Brutus, I was spying on you and Dahlia when you were getting it on in the barn yesterday afternoon,” Melanie said with a giggle, “But don’t worry, Brutus, Daddy’s not going to find out. I’m a clever young lady, and you just do what I say and everything will be just fine!”
The black brawny brute had no choice but to obey the willowy young blonde’s commands.
They were nearing Mulligan’s Lake, a large oval-shaped body of water in the countryside where folks sometimes came to picnic. Today, the area was deserted and looked idyllic and beautiful.
Melanie spotted a grove of oak trees near the water, and she decided that was as good a place as any for the little sex session she wanted to have with Brutus before going into town.
“Oh, Brutus! See that clearing in those trees over there? Drive the car into it and park for a while, will you please?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Brutus muttered, his heart pounding hard.
The soft white hand which continued to pump up and down the rigid length of his rigid phallus was sending darts of flaming prurience through his lusty loins, and his fear was becoming overwhelmed by the hot, unreasoning desire that was taking possession of his senses. Hell, the prettiest, sexiest white girl he’d ever laid eyes on was practically begging him to get into her pants! What red-blooded guy could turn down an offer like that, no matter what the potential consequences might be?
Brutus pulled the limousine into the clearing, parking beneath an enormous oak tree which cast a shadow across the car and camouflaged it somewhat.
Melanie went to work right away. Her fingers darted to Brutus’ shirt, unbuttoning it rapidly and drawing it open. She cooed in feminine pleasure as she ran her hands over the hard, muscular slopes of his mahogany hued torso, scraping her fingers through the tight kinky coils of hair that covered his chest and belly. She bent forward and pressed her lips lightly to his warm brown flesh. Lashing out her tongue, she lapped at it lewdly, and inhaled the musky, pungent scent of Brutus’ masculine black body.
The big black stud groaned in pleasure, gaping at the gorgeous girl who was so obscenely tonguing his body. Her silky blonde hair spilled across his dark, rippling belly as she moved downward, dipping her tongue briefly into his navel before swirling it through the pungent mane of dark, kinky pubic hair that surrounded the thick bulging root of his prick, which she was still pumping with one hand.
Bending low, Melanie blew hot air on the huge, swollen nuts that dangled to the seat of the car, and then pressed her puckered, pink lips against the scumbag, kissing it wetly, the tip of her tongue snaking out and sluicing across the wrinkly skin, tasting the bittersweet flavor of his manhood.
The sultry blonde purred in excitement, lewdly swirling her tongue around the fat, vein-etched base of his battering ram, moving slowly up the trunk-like column, sucking her pouting lips about the gnarled, rigid flesh and darting her tongue rapidly back and forth across it.
She bathed the stretched, taut flesh with her warm saliva, and hummed against the sensitized tower as she sucked at and kissed it. Brutus gave a low, broken moan of pleasure, his senses swirling with lust. Reaching down, he ran his huge, coarse fingers through Melanie’s silken blonde tresses and shuddered as he felt her lips brush over the bulging, mushroom-shaped knob of his cock.
Melanie lapped the driblet of translucent liquid that had pearled on the tip of his glans, and then stretched her jaws wide apart and slowly let the first couple of inches of the enormous phallus slide over her wriggling tongue and into her mouth. He was truly gargantuan! Her jaws were straining so far apart they threatened to snap, and ached with the effort required to accommodate a log of flesh so large. But Melanie loved it. She loved the heady, pungent taste and smell of the thick, unwashed slab of black manmeat. Her vision was cloudy with sluttish excitement, and she suckled the cock excitedly, running her fingers up and down the shaft while with her other hand, she tickled and caressed his balls.
Brutus clamped his hand on the back of her head, giving a low cry of animalistic desire. He was becoming delirious with desire, and began to pump his powerful hips up and down, feeding his throbbing staff into Melanie’s willing mouth.
The perky blonde gagged slightly as the barbed tip of his mammoth truncheon lodged suddenly in the back of her throat, but, remembering Dahlia’s sword-swallowing prowess, her determination to do better sexually than the mulatto wench persevered, and she gulped hard, tears coming to her eyes which bulged when she felt the gigantic length of black manmeat begin to squelch deep into her constricting gullet.
Brutus howled in pleasure as he felt inch after inch of his horsedick slide into the incredibly tight, satiny wetness of Melanie’s mouth and throat. He bucked his pelvis frantically and shoved down on the back of the blonde girl’s head with his hand until her upturned nose was flattened against his wiry pubic bush. Then, he released his hand in horror, realizing that he had just rammed his huge dick to the root in his white boss’ sixteen year old daughter’s throat.
Melanie pulled back her head just enough to allow herself a gulp of air, and then she began to bob up and down, sucking noisily, deep-throating the big slab of black meat again and again.
She hummed in delight, swirling her tongue around the pulsating shaft, circling her lips about the base and sucking wantonly. She felt his meat vibrate and grow hotter and hotter as unbridled lust fanned through his lusty masculine loins.
But Melanie didn’t want Brutus to shoot his wad in her mouth. She wanted to feel him ensconced in her hot, aching cuntal sheath, which was dripping and twitching with excitement as she gave Brutus a terrific blow job.
She lifted her head and released the stiff, dark sex tool. It stood straight up from Brutus’ lap, shuddering and gleaming with Melanie’s saliva.
Then, Melanie raised her warm, sensuous blue eyes to Brutus’ face, parting her wet, pink lips slightly. She reached for the top of her dress and pulled out the full, pale lobes of her breasts, releasing them from the low cleavage she had purposely worn.
Brutus’ eyes bulged as he gaped down at the high, proud white tits that pointed up at him, capped by large, reddish brown knobs with turreting nipples. Pale blue veins could be seen beneath the creamy smooth flesh of her melon-shaped knockers, and the big black stud couldn’t resist reaching out and clamping his hand around the swollen bowls of flesh. He squeezed them hard, mashing the palms of his hands against the aching nipples, licking his lips in excitement.
“Do you want to fuck me, Brutus?” Melanie breathed as she wriggled against his hands, thrusting her tits against him lasciviously.
“Y-Yes, ma’am,” he croaked finally, his dark brown eyes burning with lust.
“Good,” she said, “Because I want to feel that huge black meat stuffed deep inside my pussy!”
She hiked her dress up lewdly around her waist, revealing her sweet creamy thighs and the glistening lambent triangular patch of hair on her pouting muff.
Melanie spread her legs salaciously, exposing the pink, swollen lips of her vulva and the gleaming, oozing entryway to her bower of bliss. She was wet and hot down there, ready for sex.
Melanie scrambled onto the seat and planted her hands on Brutus’ broad shoulders, straddling his hips suddenly. With a little whimper of anticipation, she slowly lowered herself upon him.
The black stud dropped his hands from her tits and slid them lewdly over the succulent curves of her buns, gripping her firmly about the hips and guiding her down upon the rigid upright tip of his blazing sex organ.
Melanie threw back her head and gave a little sobbing moan of pleasure when she felt the huge wet knob bump against her quivering, slickened pussy lips, spreading them apart as the black dude steadily pushed her down in his lap. Her eyes snapped open as the thick rubbery tool began to gradually slide up inside of her. Her cuntal canal was stretched impossibly as inch after thick, corrugated inch slid into the furnace hot sweetness of her vaginal sheath. Convulsive tremors of wanton pleasure wracked her body as the gargantuan corona battered finally against her cervix, stretching it as far as it could go. Her entire body on fire, Melanie found herself nestling in the lap of the hulking chauffeur, the enormous thickness of his obscenely erect phallus imbedded in her hot, buttery chute.
Melanie gave a whimper of unadulterated pleasure, her nipples swollen and aching with sensual delight, and she began to bounce up and down, letting the long thick joint squelch in and out of her tight, sucking glove-like interior.
“Yeah, Miss Melanie, that’s fine! Ride that black meat, baby! Yeah!” Brutus began to mumble thickly, pumping his hips back and forth, jamming his sex-thickened tool deep into the gorgeous blonde nymphomaniac’s hot, twitching pussy.
Melanie gasped and lowered her face on his, pressing her sweet pink lips to his big sensual black mouth. Brutus growled in bestial pleasure, clamping his mouth to hers and kissing her hungrily. His thick pink tongue plied into Melanie’s mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.
He kneaded her tits with his big hands, catching the ripe nipples between his coarse forefingers and thumbs and tweaking them lewdly. At the same time, he humped his hips lustfully up and down as Melanie deliriously rode his big horsedick, her body wriggling, her big knockers jouncing, little squeals and mewls of delight fluttering from her lips.
“Oh, BRUTUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!” Melanie screeched, oscillating her hips and lifting and falling on the big black stud’s long, stiff pecker.
The brawny brute had his hands clamped around the white girl’s middle and he was slamming her down savagely on his lap, grunting like a bull in rut as he pumped his hips lustily back and forth, ramming all eleven inches of his iron-hard poker deep inside Melanie’s tight, clutching glove-like abyss.
The black limousine creaked and bounced on its axles as the burly black dude violently churned his pelvis to and fro, driving his thick joint to the balls into the blonde girl’s aching pussy, swiveling his hips and savoring the sensation of having his stiff tool encased with silken sweetness.
Melanie’s big, jutting breasts bounced and flopped together before his eyes, the ripe, strawberry-hued nipples swollen and aching in lust. Bending forward, he affixed his thick, sensuous lips to one of her round, silver dollar sized nipples and sucked it greedily as he continued to pump his prick in and out of Melanie’s hot twat.
Melanie gave a high pitched shriek of frenzied passion, tossing her blonde hair from side to side as she rode faster and faster on the bulging tumescence which stretched and battered her insides.
“OOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOH!” she gasped brokenly, “I-I’M GOING TO COME!! AAAAIEEE!”
She screamed in delirious ecstasy, her face contorted with passion as white-hot blasts of explosive pleasure wracked her hungry, cock-loving loins. She bounced frantically on the bloated penis, her cuntal walls spasming, her hot, unctuous juices flowing copiously around the sides of Brutus’ prick.
“AAWWW, ma’am, I-I is gonna come too, oh YES! YES, LADY, YES! AARRRRGH!” Brutus roared, his white teeth gleaming as he snarled in sensual excitement.
He gripped Melanie tightly about the hips and brought her down violently on top of his quivering pecker, lifting his hips clean off the car seat and ramming as deeply inside the pretty blonde sixteen year old as he could. Great spasms of lust wracked his powerfully built, masculine body, and Melanie whimpered as she felt the huge shaft of his dick expand and convulse in orgasmic ecstasy.
Thick spurts of hot, juicy jism sprayed from his piss-slit, blasting deep into her hungry, quaking womb, filling her up with his pungent, heavy seed. Brutus groaned and shuddered, slowly, luxuriously, humping his hips back and forth, continuing to squirt blast after blast of semen into the white slut’s belly.
Shuddering in ecstasy, they ground to a stop, and Melanie dropped limply against the big black stud’s body, laying her head on his shoulder and panting loudly, mewling in regret as she felt his thick tool begin to shrink inside of her.
The musky scent of sweat and sex filled the close space of the car like incense.
After a while, Melanie raised her head, her eyes twinkling, and she said in mocking tones, “Why, Brutus, you black devil you! Fancy taking advantage of a vulnerable white lady when she’s alone!”
Brutus grinned wolfishly at her, feeling bold, and said huskily, “Any time dis white lady wants to be taken advantage of, dis black devil is ready and willing!”
“Well,” said Melanie with a sigh, sliding into her seat, “I’m all messed up now!”
She glanced out the window at the lake, a shimmering body of cool, clear water. There was no one to be seen any where around, and Melanie had a sudden idea.
“Listen, Brutus,” she said quickly, “I’m going to take a quick dip in the lake, to clean myself off, and then we’ll head for town, O.K.?”
“You’re the boss, Miss Melanie,” Brutus drawled, tucking his long, lusty manhood away in his pants.
Melanie opened the door and scampered out, shedding her clothing and jumping into the cool water with a squeal of delight. She frolicked in the water for quite a while, splashing it over her body and rinsing away the sweat and love juice that had been the result of the hot sex tussle in which she had just participated.
From the car, Brutus watched with glowing, appreciative eyes. He shook his head in wonder, grinning salaciously. Shee-it, she was one helluva gorgeous, sexy little bitch! He sure was lucky to get a piece of that gorgeous ass before it belonged to someone. And he had no doubt that Melanie would some day find a man who could take care of her sensual appetite. At least, she’d keep on searching until she found him.
When Melanie scampered naked back to the car, she looked flushed and excited and happy.
“Do you have a towel or something, Brutus?” she gasped, shivering, goose bumps puckering on her creamy white flesh.
Brutus bent over and fished around in the back seat and came up with a piece of cloth which sufficed for the moment, and Melanie patted herself dry before scrambling into her clothes and plopping into the seat beside Brutus, fresh and clean as a daisy.
“Let’s get going, Brutus! I have some shopping to do!” she said brightly.
As they pulled into town, the traffic got backed up, and crowds of people were to be seen on the streets.
Melanie frowned and exclaimed, “Why, what on earth is going on here?”
“It’s him, ma’am,” Brutus said, pointing to a poster on a lamp post.
It was a large picture of a ruggedly handsome man of middle age, with a caption that read: “Hardman stands for integrity. Vote Democratic!”
“Oh, a political speech,” Melanie said, wrinkling her nose, “I don’t know why the silly man even bothers. Daddy’s going to win the election, everyone knows that.”
Brutus cast a sidelong glance at Melanie, repressing a grin. Secretly, he was hoping that Lance Hardman would win the election. Hardman was a strong supporter of civil rights and pro-black laws, the type of Governor a backward Southern state like this one badly needed. On the other hand, Wilkerson stood for the old-fashioned values and bigotries which Hardman was seeking to conquer.
“Well, this traffic is absolutely impossible!” Melanie exclaimed petulantly, “And it’s only a few blocks to Mr. Klinton’s shop! Pull over to the curb, Brutus and let me out. Meet me in front of the shop in an hour.”
She paused for a moment, considering what she wanted to do, and said slowly, “No, make that two hours, Brutus.”
The black stud raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.
“That should give you plenty of time to try on lots an’ lots of dresses, ma’am,” he drawled with a twinkle in his eye.
Melanie made a face at him and giggled, jumping out of the car and disappearing in the crowd.
Mr. Klinton’s dress shop was practically empty. Everyone had gone out to hear Lance Hardman’s speech, and the disgruntled shop keepers were left without customers. So, Mr. Klinton was delighted when Melanie Wilkerson, one of his better customers, tripped in to see him.
He showed her the line of expensive silks just imported from France, and Melanie surveyed them for a long while, picking two she liked; one a soft mauve, the other a delicate blue.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and said brightly, “Well, I’ll take those, Mr. Klinton. I’ll be back next week to discuss patterns and all. You can just bill my father, of course. Oh, can you please save the material for me? I don’t want to walk around carrying a heavy bag.”
“But of course I can, Miss Wilkerson,” Mr. Klinton said eagerly, “You are welcome in my shop any time. Any time at all! And I think your choices are superb! The blue especially will complement your beautiful eyes!”
“Why, thank you, Mr. Klinton! How sweet of you to say so,” Melanie simpered, and flounced out of the shop.
She strolled down the street, trying to keep out of the way of the jostling crowds who were struggling toward the depot where Lance Hardman was making his speech. She found herself making her way in that direction, and climbing onto the porch of the general store, she had a good view of the stage upon which the ambitious politician was perched.
They had just set up a microphone for him, and Hardman began his speech. He had a stirring, confident voice, and he said intelligent, reassuring things which the crowd seemed to like. But Melanie knew the politics racket backward and forward. All politicians began sounding alike, whatever their party line, and she knew for a fact that they promised the moon without any intention at all of carrying through their promises.
Her eyes roved through the crowds, picking out attractive men. Her cunt was deliciously aching from the hard, rugged fuck session she’d just undergone with her father’s black servant. But the sex had merely whetted her sensual appetite. She was awakening to the delights of womanhood, and meant to savor every moment of it.
She sighed, after a while, getting bored. It was a hot day, even on the shade of the porch, and all the people and the dust made her feel claustrophobic. She tilted her head back and looked restlessly around. Her eyes were suddenly riveted on the sight of a young man on the balcony of a building directly across from her.
She saw that it was a rooming house. The fellow was leaning on his arms against the balcony railing, so that all she could see of him was his face, which was resting on his arms. He was listening to Lance Hardman, but there was a cynical smile on his handsome young face.
And he was very, very handsome indeed. He had short blond hair and eyes that were a deep sapphire blue, set in a rugged, darkly tanned face. Melanie had never been so immediately attracted to a young man before.
She hesitated for only a moment, and then, setting her head with determination, made her way quickly across the street to the boarding house. The door was open, because the proprietress was standing on the porch, listening to the speech. Without a pause, Melanie marched inside and climbed the stairs to the second floor. A quick series of calculations made her determine that the room which led onto the balcony was to the left of the stairwell.
Without bothering to knock, she turned the knob and was delighted to find that the door was not locked. She sauntered in. It was a modest room with two single beds, comfortable but not opulent. A door opened out onto the balcony, and Melanie could see the young man still leaning against the railing, looking down.
From behind he looked very attractive, too. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and tight corduroy pants, and his figure looked splendid. He was about six feet tall and well-built, with strong legs, a small tight ass and a broad, powerful chest. Melanie quivered in excitement, and, taking a deep breath, she sauntered to the door, stepping onto the balcony and casually wandered over beside the young man, leaning over the railing and glancing down.
“Are you really listening to that boring man’s speech?” she said petulantly.
The young spark nearly leaped a mile. He turned a pair of amazed blue eyes on his companion, and a look of astonishment and appreciation came over his face.
Melanie gave a silvery laugh and said with a twinkle in her eye, “My! You look as though you’ve just seen a ghost!”
“I am sorry, ma’am,” he said with a courtly bow, “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I know,” she said impishly, “I meant it to be a surprise. I saw you standing up here all alone and thought you might like some company.”
He flashed her a sexy grin, exposing twin rows of white teeth.
“I would be glad of your company any time, Miss…?”
“Just call me Melanie,” she said sweetly, batting her long lashes at him, “And what might I call you?”
“My name’s Randy,” the young man said, his hot blue eyes raking boldly up and down her figure.
Melanie sidled sneakily closer to him until their arms rubbed together and she said with a sigh, glancing down at the street, “I don’t know why everyone’s so interested in that man Hardman. He’s not going to win the election. Do you think he is?”
Randy gave a sheepish grin and said slowly, “Well, I’m rather biased, I’m afraid. I don’t want to scare you away, honey, but I think it’s only right to let you know. I’m Randy Hardman, and that’s my father!”
Now it was Melanie’s turn to be astounded. She gaped at the handsome young man in silence for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. Her laughter was so infectious that Randy soon joined in.
“I know it’s a funny coincidence,” Randy chuckled, “I hope you’ll forgive me my family.”
“It’s funnier than you can imagine,” Melanie giggled, but she didn’t let him in on her part of the secret.
“Anyway,” she said with a smile, “You’re very nice and very handsome and I like you a lot. I liked you the instant I saw you.”
“My dear young lady,” Randy said huskily, “The feeling is absolutely mutual, I assure you. I tell you, it’s very flattering to be admired by the prettiest young woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I am not pulling your leg, ma’am. You are an absolute angel! But I can’t get over the feeling that I’ve seen you before, somewhere.”
“Perhaps you have,” she said, with a twinkle, “But all I’m interested in is now.”
She turned and looked at him searchingly, her face flushed with romantic ardor. Gazing down at her, the brawny young dude was incredibly turned on. She was radiantly beautiful, and he saw clearly the invitation in her hot blue eyes.
Bending down slowly, he brushed his lips against hers, and then, slid his arms about her waist, drawing Melanie tightly against his body and kissing her hard. Their tongues dueled as their mouths strained against one another, and Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure, throwing her arms about his strong neck and flattening her breasts against his chest.
Randy ran his hands down her back and over the firm pliant cheeks of her ass, squeezing them lightly and pressing their loins together. Melanie gave a little whimper of excitement as she felt the solid, throbbing log of his cock press against her belly.
She quivered quiescently when Randy’s groping fingers found the zipper in back of her dress and slowly drew it down.
He pulled slightly away from her, hooking his fingers gently in the lining of her dress and pulling it over her shoulders, letting it drop in a soft heap on the floor of the porch.
He gave a low moan of carnal delight when he saw that the luscious blonde wore nothing beneath. Reaching out, Randy drew his big strong hands over her slender shoulders and down across the full, trembling pillows of her boobs, kneading them luxuriously, swiping the tips of his thumbs across the aching breasts. Slowly, he ran his hands down her slender sides and over her hips, sliding one hand across her thigh and between her legs, cupping the full, tender mound of her throbbing mons veneris.
Melanie gave a throaty gasp of pleasure when she felt his strong fingers feather through her lambent pubic bush and brush across the pouting lips of her sensitized vulva. Bending down, Randy gently kissed her on the cheek, on the mouth, on the eyes, his fingers lightly stroking back and forth across her tingling pussy. He pressed harder, sliding two fingers between the glistening, slick petals of flesh, moaning in delight as he felt the hot, buttery interior of her tight, sweet twat. He discovered the throbbing, slackened knob of her clitoris and strummed it skillfully, sending bolts of sheer ecstasy coursing through Melanie’s middle.
She gave a low sob of pleasure, undulating her hips wantonly against his hand, reveling in the ecstatic sensations that swam through her hungry loins.
Randy bent down and pressed his mouth to her warm white flesh, sliding his hand around one of her breasts and lifting it to his lips. His long, athletic tongue whipped out and darted across the puckered knob, slurping at it eagerly. He clamped his lips to the pouting rivet of flesh and sucked hard, his mouth swarming over her aching breast as he hungrily worked at it with his tongue and lips.
Darts of pure pleasure coursed through Melanie’s trembling body. The handsome young man was caressing her delicate body like a violinist playing a Stradivarius, and his fingers and mouth sent passionate ripples of delight to all of her nerve endings.
Randy Hardman dropped suddenly to his knees in front of the beautiful blonde sixteen year old stranger who had wandered into his room at the boarding house. He gazed at the lovely, pouting snatch that glistened between her sexy legs and bent forward, sniffing the sweet feminine scent of it. With a growl of salacious pleasure, he buried his face in the soft fragrant bush, brushing his hungry lips across the slippery petals of her vagina, and sluicing his tongue lewdly up and down her slit.
Melanie gasped in rapture as he tongued her pussy, titillating her throbbing clit and probing deeply into her aching cuntal furrow. His hands ran up the backs of her legs and gripped firmly around the full, marshmallow textured lobes of her buttocks.
Below them, Lance Hardman’s voice was ringing out loud and clear.
“And furthermore,” he boomed, “No man in this state shall go hungry! Every mouth shall be fed!”
He was unaware that his son was at that moment feasting voraciously on the honeyed box of his opponent’s lovely young daughter.
Melanie tossed back her lovely, leonine head and gave a soft, whimpering moan of pleasure as Randy’s hot wriggling tongue tunneled into her sweet, clinging furrow, sending flames of passion through her quivering body. She undulated her hips spasmodically, mashing her dripping pussy against the hungry young man’s eager face. She ran her fingers through his short silky blond hair and mewled and writhed in rapture.
After a while, Randy drew back, tilting his head and staring up at her with smoldering blue eyes. His mouth was wet and glistening with her honeyed juices, his face flushed with desire.
He stood up and drew her to him again, kissing her hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Melanie ran her hands over his broad back, feeling the play of his muscles beneath his shirt.
Pulling away from her abruptly, his fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt, and he rapidly undid them, tossing off the garment and reaching for his pants. He unzipped them and let them fall about his ankles, and quickly shucked off his jockey shorts.
Then, he stood in front of her in his birthday suit, and Melanie’s warm blue eyes flickered in appreciative excitement over his brawny young body.
He had a powerfully muscled torso, lightly covered with blondish brown hair, deeply tanned by many hours in the sun. His chest tapered into a slender waist, with a rippling, washboard belly and tight hips.
From between his legs rose a lusty, king-sized member with a swollen reddish head, not quite as big as Brutus’ gargantuan horsedick, but certainly prodigiously proportioned. It throbbed lustily a full ten inches away from his thighs, the thick sides latticed with passion-bloated veins.
Melanie whimpered and reached out, closing her fingers gently about the hot, throbbing shaft and running them lightly up and down the rubbery stem.
Randy stepper nearer to her and slid his hands around her back, gently pulling her svelte, naked body against his big brawny hardness, rubbing their hot flesh together as he kissed her hungrily. Melanie mewled in delight, running her hands down his muscular back, shivering as she felt his thick, heated manmeat sandwiched between their bellies.
Randy ground his dick lewdly against her body, panting into her ear, digging his fingers into the sweet, pillowy ass.
“Let’s go into the bedroom,” he whispered hotly into her ear.
Melanie pulled away from him and glanced mockingly up into his eyes.
“What, and miss your father’s speech entirely? For shame, young man! We can make love here, on the porch,” she said mischievously.
She turned away from him and grasped onto the railing, poking her high, pale ass at him and wiggling it lasciviously, spreading her legs wide and revealing the oozing, twitching muff.
Randy gave a low growl of salacious interest, sliding his hand between her legs and fingering her sweet, sucking pussy. His tumescent prick quivered in excitement, and he could delay no longer.
Fisting his thick rod, he guided it between her legs, gripping her by the waist with one hand as he pressed the thick, mushroom-shaped cap against her pouting, liberally lubricated cuntal lips.
Melanie sighed in contentment, oscillating her hips lewdly, and Randy shuddered as he felt the maw to her tunnel of love grasp at and hotly spasm around the glans of his sensitized pecker.
He groaned in pleasure, and gripped her tightly about the waist. Slowly, he began to hump his hips to and fro, driving his dick against her pouting twat. A shudder of delight wracked his brawny young body as he felt his pulpy tool begin to slide into the sweet, tight slickness of her pussy.
Melanie gave a sob of joy as the ten inch prick pumped into her, and she pushed back against Randy Hardman’s muscular thighs, skewering herself on his huge pole, gripping tightly to the railing.
Randy grunted as he churned his hips rapidly to and fro, sinking his turgid shaft to the balls in the furnace-hot interior of Melanie’s love chasm. He rested for a moment with his belly pressed against her buttocks, and then began to fuck her with deep, vigorous strokes, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her cunt and then ramming it to the hilt inside again.
He slid his hands around her waist and drew them up her luscious, silken body, digging his powerful fingers into the sweet, full globes of her tits, squeezing them hard. He caught her nipples between his knuckles and crushed them lewdly, sending darts of mingled pain and pleasure through Melanie’s body.
Randy was hammering into her lustily now, little grunts of manly exertion spraying from between his clenched teeth as he thrust deeply into the blonde slut’s cock-hungry pussy. Each time he pounded into her, a ripple of delirious pleasure shuddered through Melanie, and she bucked back wantonly to meet his thrusts.
Lance Hardman was winding up his speech in a burst of passionate hyperbole.
“When I am Governor of this fine state, we shall together soar to a pinnacle of glory…”
“AAAAH, AAAAH, R-RANDY, I’M CU-U-U-UMING!” Melanie gasped, her body writhing, flames of rapture enveloping her loins.
Randy groaned in delight as he felt shudders of ecstasy consume the gorgeous hussy’s body. Her cuntal glove began to spasmodically tug at and milk his pounding boner, and wet sluicing juices sloshed around his thick joint as the little slut came and came and came.
“Oh, YEAH, baby, here I come,” he breathed hoarsely into her ear, “I’m gonna blast you full with my juice! AAARRRGH!”
Melanie sobbed in pleasure when she felt his huge tool slam deeply into her. Great thick spurts of heated semen blasted into her womb with hose-like intensity, and Randy’s fingers dug deeply into her breasts as convulsions of white-hot pleasure ran through his brawny, sweating young body.
Their senses dizzy with lust, the young couple stood there quivering, their bodies still moving and shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm. Below them, a thunderous applause had begun with cheers for, “Hardman! Hardman for Governor!” echoing in their ringing ears.
Randy reluctantly drew his long, bulging pecker out of Melanie’s sopping pussy. She turned around, and he drew her against him, kissing her lips hungrily.
She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.
“I had better get myself together and leave before your father comes barging in here,” she said.
They dressed quickly, glancing at one another frequently, their eyes full of love and desire.
As she zipped up her dress, Randy bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.
“May I see you again?” he said hotly.
“Yes,” she breathed, “If you want to.”
“I do, more than anything else in the world. But I don’t even know your last name, or your address.”
Melanie smiled at him mysteriously, fished into her purse and found a pen and a piece of paper. She scrawled something on it, folded it up and tucked it into the pocket of his shirt.
Then, she kissed him lightly on the mouth and darted from the room. He heard her light footsteps descending the stairwell rapidly.
Immediately, Randy fished out the piece of paper and unfolded it. She had written: “Melanie Wilkerson” in bold letters across the top of the paper, followed by her address and phone number.
Randy gave an amazed chuckle, suddenly realizing that the reason Melanie had seemed so familiar to him was because he had seen her picture in the papers.
“Well, I’ll be damned!” he muttered.