SOUTHERN TRAMP Part 3

Melanie’s erotic adventures had led her to regions beyond her wildest imagination. Imagine what Daddy would do if he ever found out that I’ve not only been fucking Brutus, but Randy Hardman, the son of his worst enemy! Worse than that, even, Melanie was beginning to fall in love with the handsome young man…
Randy had called her the next day, and they had arranged a clandestine afternoon together. It had been wonderful; a picnic by a secluded pond and a long, luxurious bout of hot sex.
This liaison had been rapidly followed by others. In fact, there was rarely a day that the two young lovers didn’t arrange to meet some how. Both of their fathers were almost always busy with the final stages of their heated campaigns, and had little time to keep track of their offspring’s movements.
Melanie knew that she had at last found the man with whom she could build a life, but she was not yet ready to give up her independence. What Randy didn’t know about her other erotic exploits wouldn’t hurt him, she decided. So, whenever an opportunity arose for her to broaden her sexual horizons, she did not turn it down just because she happened to be in love with Randy Hardman.
One afternoon, several days after the meeting with Lance Hardman’s son, Melanie stumbled into a scene which really expanded her sexual horizons considerably.
She had informed her brother that she was going to a double feature in town with her best friend, India Shilton. This was untrue. She had planned to meet Randy for a clandestine sexual encounter that afternoon, but to her great disappointment, he was required by his father to accompany the would-be Governor on to a meeting of Young Democrats, so she came on home at once, petulant and unfulfilled.
As she flounced up the stairs to the second floor of the Wilkerson’s spacious house, Melanie immediately became aware of muffled noises from a room at the end of the hall. It sounded like a woman gasping and crying out.
Puzzled, she hurried down the hall toward the sound. She quickly figured out that the noises were coming from her brother, Jarvis’ room, and she also decided that the noises were those of love-making.
Her heart pounding, Melanie slowly turned the knob of the door and pushed it slightly open, peering in. What she saw made her gasp in shock and excitement.
Dahlia was seated on her brother’s bed, stark naked, her ripe brown bosoms glistening with saliva.
Jarvis Wilkerson was on his knees before her, his head bobbing rapidly up and down as he noisily sucked and lapped at her wide open, oozing black pussy. The buxom mulatto wench was mewling and gasping in excitement, hunching her hips forward lewdly.
Seated next to her on the bed was a hulking, brawny brute of a white man. He was kneading one of her breasts in his huge hamlike hand, squeezing the pointy nipple hard between his fingers.
It was Les Tyborg. Known as “The Bull” by his buddies, the gigantic brawny guy was not particularly bright, but was renowned for his brute physical strength and massively muscular body. He had been a runner up in the state’s weight lifting competition, and was a star quarterback for the college team.
At twenty, he was an enormous brute of a man, standing six foot three and weighing two hundred and fifty pounds of raw, hard muscle. His brawny chest was covered with curly ringlets of reddish gold hair, and his biceps bulged like melons on his powerful arms.
What made Melanie gasp aloud now was the sight of the monstrosity that jutted up from between Les’ wide spread, heavily muscled legs. The enormous tower of red-hot, rock-hard flesh and gristle turreted mightily into the air, bulging with lust, a quivering drop of come shimmering on the pouting glans.
Dahlia had reached out and closed her warm, soft fingers around the base of the shaft, and her little hand could barely fit around half of the enormously thick appendage. Now Melanie knew the true origin of Les’ nickname of “The Bull”! He was absolutely the most well-hung man in the county, with an incredibly thick, foot long pecker that wouldn’t say die.
Now, his smoldering gray eyes raked over the mulatto woman’s dusky, mahogany hued figure, and he smirked in crude excitement while his buddy, Melanie’s brother, continued to slurp and suck at Dahlia’s shuddering, squelching pussy.
“Am I intruding?” Melanie said in a silvery voice, flouncing in the room.
Jarvis lifted his head abruptly, his face smeared with Dahlia’s unctuous juices, and Les and the black woman both jumped, their eyes round with surprise.
Melanie fixed her eyes on Les Tyborg’s ruggedly handsome face, and she said sweetly, “Now, don’t you think two girls would make you men feel a lot better than only one?”
Her hands flew to her blouse and began to unbutton it quickly. In a matter of seconds, she had shed the garment, revealing her protruding, pink-tipped jugs. She shimmied out of her skirt and stood before the bed in only her pink, lacy panties.
Sauntering over to Les, she said easily to her brother, “Keep on eating, Jarvis dearest, don’t mind me.”
The handsome dark-haired youth grinned wolfishly at his sister and dropped his head again between Dahlia’s dusky thighs, sucking and laving at her hot, juicy twat.
Melanie perched on one of Les Tyborg’s knees and wrapped her arms around the back of his thick, bullish neck. She tilted back her head and looked at him with mocking blue eyes.
“Do you like me, Les?” she breathed sensuously.
He grinned lewdly at her and said huskily, “You better believe it, baby!”
“Then, do with me as you please!”
The big quarterback needed no further encouragement. His huge hands ran over the front of Melanie’s body, grabbing and pinching her full, throbbing breasts. Melanie shuddered as she felt the strength in his big, hamlike hands. A light squeeze sent darts of mingled pain and pleasure coursing through her, and she knew he had the power to crush her to death in his powerful arms, if he so desired.
There was something thrilling about being caressed by a man with that kind of brute strength. She wanted to feel him all over, to explore his brawny masculinity, before she allowed him to batter her sweet, pliant young body with his cruel, heavy bulk.
She bent down and pressed her mouth against his hard lips, kissing him sensuously, her full, sweet lips feathering across his.
With a low lubricious growl, the big stud wrapped his arms around her slender body and mashed his mouth hungrily to hers, nearly squeezing the breath out of her as he probed her mouth with his long, thick, wriggling tongue.
Pressing against his burly chest, Melanie pushed away from him, finally breaking their kiss, and laughed breathlessly.
“My, Les Tyborg! You are a beast!” she gasped, her blue eyes glowing with appreciation.
She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and bent down, pressing her lips against his chest. She rained kisses across his torso, and began to lash out her tongue, tangling it in the thick curls of hair that whorled across his chest. She lapped at each of his hard brown paps, running her hands up his bulging lats and cooing in licentious pleasure.
Slowly, she moved down his belly, pausing to dip the tip of her tongue into his deep navel. Then, the huge, bulging log of his cock slapped against her cheeks and poked against her ear as her lips brushed across the thick patch of pungently scented pubic hair that surrounded his gargantuan pecker.
She lifted his huge, baseball-sized balls in her hand, giving a low moan of admiration and delight as she perused them and sniffed their heady masculine aroma. She kissed the hairy, wrinkly sack and began to tickle it with the tip of her tongue, drawing it back and forth in rapid licking motions.
A jerk of pure pleasure rocked Les’ powerful, heavily muscled body and he gave a growl of delight, running his big fingers through Melanie’s lambent golden tresses.
“Yeah, baby, lick my fuckin’ balls, you little slut,” he snarled, his gray eyes gleaming with animalistic lust.
Melanie caught the wrinkly flesh between her teeth and sucked and worried it gently, flicking her tongue along the underside of his scrotum, sending shivers of carnal excitement through the big dude’s knotted loins. Then, she reached up and grabbed onto the hugely thick base of his steely joint with both hands, and lifted her face until it was level with the protruding lance. Melanie’s senses whirled in desire. It was so huge, she knew it would be impossible to put it in her mouth. Her jaws simply would not open that wide.
She puckered her lips and planted a wet, loud smooch on the gleaming glans, thrusting out her tongue and delving into the pouting piss slit. Then, she began to slowly, sensuously lick and suck on the cock, flailing her tongue from side to side, taking long, hungry licks up and down the corrugated, vein-etched sides, working away at the humongous erection like a ravenous child licking and sucking at an ice cream cone.
“Bull” Tyborg was very pleased by what the little blonde slut was doing between his legs. Hot fires of kindling passion were raging through his loins, and he was breathing harshly, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he stirred restlessly. The feathery brush strokes of her warm, silken tongue sent bolts of electric rapture tearing through his balls and he groaned in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Dahlia was frantically crying out and sobbing in pleasure as Jarvis Wilkerson’s dexterous tongue and sucking lips brought her to the brink of orgasm. The Wilkerson siblings were on their knees, side by side, orally servicing the buxom mulatto wench and the hulking football player who sat on Jarvis’ bed.
Jarvis lifted his head and watched with prurient interest as his sister eagerly licked and sucked his friend’s impressively proportioned penis. Her puffy coral-pink lips and flicking pink tongue sent darts of excitement through the lusty youth’s body. He loved to watch a hot young slut in action, and somehow, the sight of his own sister getting off on a guy’s prick really turned Jarvis on.
But he wanted to see something else, too.
“Hey, Melanie, honey,” he said hoarsely, “Why don’t you give old Les a rest for a while and give me a hand—or rather, a head—with Dahlia here!”
Melanie raised her head and looked at him in surprise, and Les Tyborg’s eyes sparkled in lascivious interest.
Melanie glanced doubtfully at the pretty black girl. Her eyes darted down Dahlia’s body, from the full, bouncing brown breasts to the supple thighs. Her patch of kinky dark hair was wet and glistening with Jarvis’ saliva, and her legs were spread wide apart so Melanie had a good view of the gleaming pink jewels of the mulatto girl’s vagina.
Suddenly, Melanie’s doubts were wiped away as she felt a stab of salacious interest. Dahlia’s wide-open gash looked as juicy as a peach, begging to be sucked and licked.
With a soft cry of excitement, Melanie shuffled over on her knees beside her brother and leaned down, pursing her lips and pressing them against the sticky, sweet slit. She inhaled Dahlia’s musky feminine scent and flitted out her tongue, sluicing it up and down the bloated, dripping furrow, tasting the unctuous juices that were flowing from the black girl’s middle. She felt Dahlia respond with feverish pleasure, mewling incoherently and bucking her hips lewdly back and forth, mashing her wet, sloppy pussy against Melanie’s face.
Then, Jarvis pressed his face along side of his sister’s, their cheeks touching, and his long, wriggling tongue began to swipe over Dahlia’s cunt, too. Their flailing, laving tongues intertwined and delved deep into the hot, pungent furrow. They took turns laving the sticky, throbbing clitoris and fucking Dahlia’s tight hole with their tongues.
Les Tyborg wasn’t about to just sit there and gawk while the Wilkersons ate out Dahlia’s buttery box.
He dropped to the floor behind Melanie, and ran his big hands down the length of her smooth, sleek back, cupping her pillowy buttocks in his hands and squeezing them lewdly.
He drew apart the cheeks of her ass and stared greedily at the winking pink jewel of her anus. His belly tightened as white hot coals of lust smoldered within him. His eyes darted lower, catching sight of the pouting, golden fringed mound of Melanie’s quivering vagina.
He dropped to the floor, rolling on his back, and scooted between Melanie’s legs so that he was staring up at the spread, oozing lips of her pink, twitching twat. Leaning up, he mashed his hungry lips against her pussy and sucked it loudly, lashing his tongue lewdly back and forth across the slit, digging it deeply into the crevice. Hell, did she taste sweet and fine! He dug his thumbs into the folds of Melanie’s delicate vulva, peeling them back, and plunged his face deeply into her crotch, thrusting out his tongue as far as it could go, driving it a couple of inches into her deep silken sheath. As he felt it clinging convulsively and sluicing around his tongue, the heat from her insides blasting into his face, ripples of white-hot passion coursed through the horny young stud’s body, making his rigid cock quiver and jump.
Melanie gave a muffled moan of delight. She and Jarvis continued to avidly eat out Dahlia’s pussy, and the black girl was screaming and bucking her hips wildly now, her juices spilling copiously onto the flicking tongues of brother and sister as they brought her to orgasm. Melanie lapped up the sweet fluids, shuddering as Les Tyborg’s probing tongue sent darts of hot excitement shooting through her middle.
Les suddenly pulled his face away from the blonde slut’s hot pussy and slid out from under her.
He got up on his knees, panting hard, and gripped the thick base of his twelve inch lance. Bending it down, he guided it between Melanie’s raised ass cheeks until it slid back and forth across the slick, dripping mouth of her hot snatch.
Melanie shuddered as she felt the huge head of Les’ dick scrape against the throbbing lips of her pussy, and she raised her ass high, instinctively allowing him easier access to her sweet chasm of love.
“The Bull” growled in salacious appreciation, jerking his cock up, and churning his powerful hips back and forth until the thick head banged against the tight, squelching maw to her sweet, honeyed recesses. Melanie shuddered. It felt as though he were grinding his fist against the opening to her vaginal chute. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and shudders of expectant excitement and some trepidation swept through her uncontrollably.
Les slowly edged forward, pumping his pelvis to and fro, swiveling his hips as he thrust against the resisting mouth of the cuntal orifice.
He gave a savage grunt of pleasure as he felt her tender flesh began to stretch to accept his enormous truncheon. Melanie’s eyes shot open and bulged as she felt herself getting stretched far more than her insides had ever been stretched before. Her jaw dropped and she shuddered in a soundless scream as Les suddenly rammed his body forward, digging his hands cruelly into her waist. His huge wedge of meat stuffed her vaginal sheath full, bloating her belly as Tyborg pounded himself savagely into her. Finally, he had forced the entire length of his twelve inch truncheon deep into her aching, violated cunt, and was mashing his hairy thighs against her quivering buttocks.
Melanie lifted her head from Dahlia’s lap and uttered a piercing scream. The room was reeling around her and her vision had clouded. Tumultuous explosions were flying through her loins, flames of rapture and agony interweaving as Les began to pump his huge poker in and out of her impossibly tight sheath.
“Oh, yeah, baby! You’re tight as a drum in there, aren’t ya? And hot as an oven!” Les growled salaciously, undulating his hips and flexing his ass muscles as he relentlessly drove his gargantuan joint in and out of her dripping twat.
As waves of incredible pleasure began to crash through her, Melanie sobbed aloud in delirious delight, thrashing about, her eyes rolling back into her head, her lips forming an ‘O’. Her entire body jerked and shuddered each time Les Tyborg rammed forward and pounded his steely member deep into her throbbing canal.
Jarvis was staring at his sister with smoldering, excited eyes. She was obviously really getting a brutal fucking, and loving every minute of it! Jarvis’ cock twitched with lascivious excitement.
He was worming two fingers in and out of Dahlia’s cunt, jabbing them deeply inside of her. With his free hand, he stroked his own ten inch pecker which bulged and throbbed in front of him.
Les fucked Melanie hard for several minutes. He brought his hands to her full, quivering butt cheeks and squeezed and patted them as he pumped into her. Then, he peeled them back and ogled the sight of her sweet, quivering pink rosebud of an asshole again. Hell, it turned him on to look at that tiny orifice! He wanted to know what it felt like to bury his massive mauler to the hilt inside her guts. He knew if he continued to pound his pecker in and out of her honeyed, sucking vagina he would shoot his jism really soon. And he wanted to sample her other delights first.
With an abrupt movement, he drew the entire length of his foot long prong out of Melanie’s sopping, shuddering pussy, making a loud squelching pop as it left her body. Melanie gave a low whimper of regret, mewling and swiveling her hips, so hungry for cock she could hardly stand it.
Les Tyborg didn’t give her any time to cool off. He immediately positioned the thick rubbery tip of his sopping, slippery pecker against the puckered eye of her anus, then gripped hold of her waist and, with an animalistic grunt, hammered his hips forward violently.
Melanie’s eyes bulged as a wave of sheer, white-hot agony ripped through her bowels. Her inflamed sphincter muscle was stretched violently as the gigantic pole of flesh and gristle plowed deeply into her colon and lodged itself in her quaking guts. She screamed aloud, but this time in agony, trying desperately to pull away from the brawny brute who had so cruelly plowed into her asshole.
But Les held her in a viselike grip, relentlessly pressing on until every last inch of his horse-sized tumescence had disappeared inside of her. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt the circle of her clasping sphincter muscle snap snugly around the base of his dick, and the heated, satiny sheath formed by her rectal membranes squelch deliciously over the pulsating sides of his pecker.
He rocked from side to side, stirring his mighty tool inside of her, very slowly beginning to stroke back and forth, gradually increasing the rhythm and force of the movements.
Melanie was beginning to recover from the shuddering pain which had temporarily brought spots before her eyes and overwhelmed all of her other senses. Her anus still ached, but a deep, dark rippling pleasure was beginning to roll through her bowels. As Les began to pump his hips back and forth rhythmically, the intensity of the pleasure increased steadily, until she was yelping and gasping and sobbing in euphoric rapture.
“You like that, don’t ya, bitch? You like my fuckin’ pecker rammed up your hot tight ass, huh?”
Melanie’s only response was an incoherent screech of blind pleasure, and she bucked her hips frantically back against him, impaling herself again and again on his gigantic ramrod.
Jarvis was so turned on by Melanie’s reaction to getting sodomized by his brutish friend that he couldn’t resist getting into the action. Scrambling down onto the floor, Jarvis rolled on his back and slid under Melanie.
Les saw what his pal was trying to do and aided him by bodily lifting the trembling, skewered girl and forcing her to straddle her brother’s hips. Before Melanie knew what was happening, she was being lowered upon her lusty older brother’s upright organ.
She sobbed in delight as his rock-hard ten inch dick penetrated her to the core. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. Two enormous cocks were imbedded to the balls in her body, and two handsome young studs were bucking their hips savagely, driving their dicks in and out of her as fast and hard as they could.
A thin delicate membrane of flesh separated the two bulging logs of flesh, and Melanie could feel them rubbing together as they stuffed her completely full time and time again.
Lying on his back, Jarvis reached up and grabbed Dahlia’s legs, pulling her down on top of him so that her pussy was mashed against his mouth. Then, he continued to eat out the black girl’s throbbing cunt while he fucked his sister hard.
Delirious with lust, Melanie reached out and gripped hold of Dahlia’s full, bouncing titties, squeezing them hard, savoring the pliant, warm texture of the pillowy lobes.
“OOOOOH! OOOOOH! I’M GONNA COME!” Melanie shrieked suddenly.
Jarvis redoubled his efforts, lifting his hips clean off the floor and bucking them wildly back and forth, fucking his sister as hard as he could. At the same time, “Bull” Tyborg battered Melanie’s aching rectum violently, grunts of bestial passion spraying from between his clenched teeth as he slammed deeply inside of her.
Melanie shrieked again and again, her body writhing in ecstasy as gushes of white-hot orgasmic passion washed through her loins. She shuddered in mindless rapture, coming harder and longer and more intensely than she’d ever come before.
Les sodomized her brutally, slamming his dick in and out of her clutching, sucking guts with feverish strokes as his vision clouded over with lust. Suddenly, he uttered a bellow of bull-like pleasure and skewered her completely on his foot long truncheon. Melanie whimpered in pleasure as she felt the huge fleshy log expand and let loose with a gut-blasting burst of hot, heavy man-juice. It fountained into her intestines again and again, spurting her full of thick, creamy spunk.
At that moment, Jarvis gave a muffled moan of delight, shudders of rapture convulsing his brawny young body as Melanie swooned. He spasmed and spat, jets of semen catapulting deep into Melanie’s throbbing womb. Her insides felt bloated with cock and spunk, and when the two gasping young studs drew their moist, shrinking dongs out of her body, Melanie collapsed on the floor, weak and exhausted from the more than excruciating fuck session. She could hardly move she was so spent, and Jarvis lifted her onto the bed to rest.
Then, he and Les Tyborg took turns fucking the hell out of Dahlia…
The days continued to speed by in rapid succession, and Melanie was becoming quite reckless in her sexual exploits. A day didn’t go by when she wasn’t embarking on another sexual adventure. She fucked her brother constantly. Frequently, she would sneak into his bedroom at night, or he would come into hers, and they would copulate till dawn.
Then, she was seeing Randy Hardman regularly, and they found all sorts of places to make love in. Once, she sucked him off in a movie theater. A couple of times, they went to a drive-in and fucked in the back seat. Once, they even made it in a phone booth!
The last week before the election had come, and Jarvis and Melanie saw even less of their father than before. He usually breezed in late at night when everyone had gone to bed, and had left early in the morning before either of his children had gotten up.
One day, three days before the election, Melanie was feeling especially horn. Randy was unable to see her until that evening, and Jarvis was out riding with his buddies.
Well, what about Brutus? She thought suddenly. She had had sex with the hulking black stud on two occasions since the excursion to town, but Brutus was a bit skittish about getting it on with the boss’ daughter, and besides, Melanie had been so busy “expanding her horizons” that she hadn’t had many chances for repeat performances.
She rapidly darted downstairs and out the front door, crossing around to the back of the house toward the barn, where Brutus usually hung out. Sure enough, he was there all right, splitting logs. Stripped to the waist, wearing a pair of tight dungarees that were rolled up at the ankles, he lifted the axe and brought it down with deft blows, cutting through the pieces of wood like butter.
Melanie paused to admire the way his bulging muscles rippled beneath his mahogany hued, sweaty flesh. A tremor of excitement rushed through her groin, and she called sweetly, “Brutus! Oh, Brutus!”
The big black guy rested on his axe, panting hard, wiping the sweat off his brow as he squinted through the sun’s blazing rays at the pretty blonde Wilkerson girl.
“Yes, ma’am?” he said, inquiringly.
“I’m awfully sorry to disturb you, Brutus, your being so busy chopping the wood and all, but I really do need some help!”
“Why, sure, Miss Melanie, what is it you want me to do?”
“I’ve been collecting some of my old things to give to the Salvation Army, and I put them in a trunk, and I need to get someone strong to carry it downstairs for me.”
She batted her long lashes at him coquettishly and flashed him a dazzling smile.
Brutus felt a familiar tremor of excitement flood through him when he saw the gorgeous hussy look at him that way, and he felt his cock begin to stir in his trousers.
“I’ll carry it down, ma’am. Just give me a chance to wash myself off some.”
“Oh, no,” Melanie said, a mite too quickly, “I mean, don’t worry about that, Brutus. You’ll just get all hot and bothered again lifting that old trunk, and have to get under the pump anyway.”
“All right, ma’am,” he said, striding beside her toward the house.
Melanie’s eyes darted up and down his bulging, glistening torso. Bathed in sweat, it looked as though his heavily muscled body was oiled, and Melanie’s mouth watered in carnal desire. Her pussy was beginning to itch and quiver with excitement, and she could hardly wait to get to her room.
She darted up the stairs, and Brutus followed, taking two at a time. When they came to her room, she pushed open the door, and as soon as he was inside, she jumped in and slammed the door behind them, standing in front of it.
Brutus looked around with a puzzled expression on his face.
“I don’t see no trunk, ma’am,” he exclaimed, glancing at her.
He gave a gasp when he saw what Melanie Wilkerson was up to. She had quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off and was in the process of shedding her skirt as well. The black buck gaped at the sight of the gorgeous blonde wench stripping in front of him, her luscious, creamy body glimmering in the rays of the sun which glowed through the transparent, lacy curtains on her bedroom window.
When she stood before him, naked, Melanie sauntered up to the hulking giant of a Negro and reached her hands out, stroking them over his broad shoulders and down across the jutting slopes of his pectoral muscles.
“I’m sorry, Brutus,” she said sweetly, “I lied to you, I’m afraid. What I really want is a little satisfaction. I think you won’t mind too much, will you?”
Brutus gulped and managed a weak grin. “I-I reckon not, ma’am.”
Purring with contentment, Melanie pressed her lips against the furry, kinky coils of his chest hair, tasting his salty sweat and inhaling the pungent, musky scent of his hard-working body. She began to slowly, lewdly, lick his chest, her tongue laving across the hard, contoured slopes of his brawny torso, lapping up the rivulets of sweat that glistened on his dark flesh.
Her hands went to his belt and fumbled with it, unbuckling it. Then, she found the top of his zipper and slowly drew it down. Brutus gave a low moan of pleasure when the beautiful blonde began to draw his trousers down about his knees. Then, she dropped to her knees on the floor before him and gazed in rapture at the long, rubbery schlong that dangled meatily between his well-muscled thighs. Lifting it up, she blew hot air on the heavy hose, and it rapidly began to expand, filling out with lust-heated blood. As it grew in her hands, she began to squeeze it gently and pump her fingers up and down the thickening shaft. She leaned down and began to rain wet lewd kisses on his pungent, sweaty balls, tasting the salty masculine flavor of his scumbag, her head reeling with lascivious ecstasy.
Brutus was groaning with pleasure by now, his face contorted, his eyes closed. Melanie felt an overpowering need to taste his big whanger, to have it shoved down her hungry throat.
With a whimper, she opened her full lips and circled them into an ‘O’ shape, pressing them lewdly to the puckered glans of Brutus’ prick. Sucking noisily, she drew the thick, mushroom-shaped head into her mouth.
Savoring the taste of Brutus’ thick cock knob, swishing her tongue around the pulpy tip and dipping it into the drooling piss slit, Melanie hummed with satisfaction.
She ran her hands up the muscular backs of Brutus’ legs and raked her fingers across the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She began to slowly dart her head back and forth, letting more and more of his pecker slide into her mouth. Her tongue whisked teasingly over the sensitized bloated sides of his cock as it pumped back and forth, in and out of her puckered mouth.
Gulping hard, Melanie bravely took about an inch of the rigid horsedick into her gullet, and Brutus gave a low, husky cry of pleasure, bucking his hips forward suddenly and driving his gargantuan dong deep into her throat. He eased back immediately, allowing her to gulp down some air, and then began to lustily hunch his hips to and fro, feeding her his donkey-sized dong again and again.
Hell, Brutus said to himself, why fight it? The sex-starved little bitch wanted to get fucked, so why not oblige her? Her dad was busy with his fucking campaign and wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything personal until the election was over. He decided to just relax and enjoy himself.
Gripping hold of the back of Melanie’s head, digging his fingers into her long, silken tresses, Brutus began to pump his bloated phallus in and out of her mouth while the blonde slut sucked noisily, making muffled mewling sounds of delight.
“Oh, YEAH, baby, YEAH!” Brutus groaned in sensual delight, “Suck that pecker good! Suck my hot black meat, baby! YEAH!”
Rhett Wilkerson was tired. He was bone tired. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ages. He had spent the last few weeks doing nothing but talking and talking and shaking hands and making promises and phone calls. He needed a rest.
It was three days before the election, and he was booked up until the last minute. He looked over the schedule his secretary had handed him that morning. He had to preside at the opening of a shopping mall, and then drive twenty miles to make a speech before a ladies’ book club, and then another speech to a group of religious leaders.
He picked up his phone and said wearily, “Matilda? Listen, I’m going to cancel the shopping mall opening and the ladies’ book club speech. I need some rest. I’m going home. Call me at four thirty and send me a car to take me to the Episcopal Church for the meeting with the religious leaders. Thanks, honey.”
He slipped on his coat and strode out of his office to the parking lot, hopping into his dark blue Pontiac and speeding off for home.
Rhett Wilkerson was a strikingly handsome man for his age. At forty-two, he had dark brown hair and scorching brown eyes, set in a ruggedly handsome face. He looked easily ten years younger than he was. He had kept his body in excellent shape by hard riding and regular work outs at a gym. His two hundred and thirty pounds was chiseled in muscle across his large, six foot two inch frame, and in his suit, he was a striking looking fellow, handsome and powerful. He had a deep, resonant voice as well, and lots of charisma. Combined with his enormous wealth, many people felt that there was no question that Wilkerson would win the election, even though it was pretty clear that the black vote was leaning heavily in favor of Hardman.
Rhett pulled into the parking lot in front of his lavish home and strode up the drive to the front door. Opening it, he gave a sigh and strode inside, heading straight for the stairs.
He wanted to fall into bed and sleep for a year. He climbed the stairs wearily, his legs aching from being on his feet almost constantly all day. He was about to go down the corridor toward his room when he hesitated, ruefully remembering that he had seen virtually nothing of his son and daughter for the last week or so. He guessed that Melanie was in her room, so he decided to look in and say hello to her before taking his nap.
Humming reflectively to himself, he walked down the hall towards his daughter’s bedroom and turned the knob of the door, pushing it open and stepping inside before he was aware that anything was amiss. What he saw inside came to Rhett Wilkerson as such a shock that he was unable to move for several minutes.
Melanie was on the last lap of the terrific blow job she was administering to the naked black buck who stood in the center of her room. She was slurping at his prick noisily, her hands running up and down the backs of his legs, occasionally stopping to caress and tickle his balls.
Brutus was heaving his pelvis to and fro, thrusting his rigid pecker deep into her gulping gullet.
“OOOH, Y-YES, Miss Melanie, YES! You doing it good, baby! Real good! Suck on my big black prick, lady! HELL, YOU GONNA MAKE ME SHOOT MY WAD! AAARRRGH!”
The big black stud threw back his head and roared in ecstasy, undulating his hips lewdly and grinding his groin against Melanie’s face. Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure as she felt the stiff pole sink deep into her aching throat and begin to throb violently. Then, the first blast of sizzling jism spurted directly into her stomach, trickling down her throat in heavy rivulets.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” Rhett Wilkerson roared in a voice like thunder, his dark eyes crackling with shocked rage.
If Brutus hadn’t been a strong young buck, there is little doubt that he would have had a heart attack and died right away then and there. As it was, his eyes snapped open, sparkling with pure terror, and he leaped back violently. His throbbing cock sluiced out of Melanie’s mouth, still squirting thick, pungent jets of white cream. His wasted seed hurtled in the air and splashed onto the floor as the hulking black stud staggered back in blind terror, not knowing what to do.
Melanie turned her startled blue eves toward her father, her moist ruby red lips dripping with a strand of man juice, her nipples ripe and erect.
Through the veil of rage which obscured his vision and thoughts, Rhett could not shake a very definite surge of desire which cut through his lusty loins.
“I SAID, WHAT THE TARNATION IS GOING ON HERE?” Rhett roared again, his angry eyes darting from Melanie to Brutus.
The blonde slut got to her feet and smiled coolly at her father, making no effort to cover her luscious, womanly body.
“Now, Daddy, you know very well what was going on here, since you barged in so rudely without bothering to knock. I was giving Brutus a blow job, that’s all. It’s nothing to get excited about.”
“NOTHING TO GET EXCITED ABOUT!” Rhett shouted, trembling with rage, “MY OWN DAUGHTER WRAPPING HER MOUTH LIKE A FILTHY WHORE AROUND SOME GODDAMN NIGGER AND THEN TELLING ME IT’S NOTHING TO BE EXCITED ABOUT!?”
He was so mad saliva frothed from the corners of his mouth.
Melanie turned to Brutus and said calmly, “I think you’d better go, Brutus. My father and I would like to be alone for a while.”
The black stud grabbed his pants and, shivering like a leaf, sprinted from the room stark naked. He didn’t start to get dressed till he was half way down the stairs. And within half an hour, he had vanished completely. He never was seen in those parts again from that day on…
“Young lady,” Rhett said through clenched teeth, “I have a good mind to horse whip you and then kick you off my property for good!”
Melanie pouted and said very petulantly, “Now, Daddy, don’t be silly! You know what that would do to your chances of being Governor. Can’t you see the headlines? ‘Prospective Governor Throws Sixteen Year Old Daughter Out!’ It wouldn’t look good at all.”
Rhett narrowed his eyes and looked at her through the haze of anger that made him shake. He felt a sudden urge to guffaw. Hell, she was a chip off the old block all right! The little bitch knew exactly how to manipulate him. She was right, of course. He couldn’t risk a scandal at this stage in the game.
He was also becoming more and more acutely aware of her naked body, which Melanie made no attempt to hide from him. His eyes raked over her large, jutting breasts, capped with strawberry-hued nipples, and shot down to the lambent ‘V’ of golden pubic hairs that lightly covered her pouting mons. He felt lust begin to knot in his belly.
And Melanie quickly recognized the look in his eyes. She smiled up at him voluptuously, her heart beginning to hammer in excitement.
Her own father was getting turned on by her! The big, virile man who had always made her quiver with excitement when he hugged her to his brawny, masculine body. It was almost too good to be true!
“Daddy,” she said sweetly, “I know you don’t hold with black people and white people having sex with each other. At least, that’s what you’re always saying. But I know you fuck Dahlia all the time, so that seems a bit hypocritical to me! I like to have sex, and I’m so lonely here all the time, that sometimes I just don’t know what to do!”
Rhett stared at her with smoldering eyes, and a savage grin suddenly played across his features.
“Well, honey, I ought to beat the shit out of you for this,” he growled, “But I think I’ll mingle punishment with pleasure and fuck the shit out of you instead!!”
He yanked at his tie, loosening it, and quickly began to unbutton his shirt. Melanie whimpered in delight, perching on the edge of her bed and spreading her legs as she watched her big burly father rapidly strip to the skin in front of her.
She gaped at his powerfully muscled body, his torso covered with a heavy mat of thick, dark brown hair. From between his legs rose a mighty ten inch pecker, about the same size as Jarvis’, thick and heavy with an angry reddish knob. He was panting with lust, and she could tell that he was going to subject her to a long and grueling fuck session, one she was not likely to forget for a long time…
Rhett strode forward, his bulging pecker waving in front of him like a flag pole. He stopped directly in front of Melanie and she stared greedily at the bulbous knob that wobbled before her eyes, glistening with a drop of pre-come.
Rhett reached down and gripped a hold of his daughter’s silken blonde hair and jerked at it cruelly.
“Suck on this for a while, slut,” he growled thickly.
His head was whirling with lust, and his dark eyes glowed like smoldering coals. Melanie gave a little sigh and puckered her pretty pink lips, planting a moist, wet kiss on the tip of her father’s penis.
She tasted the salty droplet of liquid on the piss-slit, and strummed her full lips across the spongy surface of the corona. Thrusting out her sweet pink tongue, she lashed it eagerly to and fro across the knob, tasting her father’s manhood and shuddering in salacious delight.
Then, opening her mouth wide, she let the entire crown of his penis slide inside, and suckled it greedily, gently grazing the flaming flesh with her teeth. She curled her tongue lewdly around the underside of his cock head, and as Rhett pumped forward with his hips, his prick slid over the satiny trough and batted against her tonsils urgently. Melanie ran her hands up her father’s hairy legs and raked her nails across his hard, compact buttocks as she gulped hard, taking the entire length of his gargantuan pecker deep into her hungry gullet. Rhythmically, she bobbed her head up and down, deep-throating the mammoth appendage with expertise.
A tremble of pleasure wracked Rhett Wilkerson’s burly masculine body as he felt the tender silkiness of his daughter’s mouth and throat fold around the sensitized shaft and knob of his tumescent sex organ, sending bolts of electric excitement to his loins.
“Oh, YEAH, suck it, baby! Suck it, you little whore! Swing on your daddy’s heavy joint!”
He swiveled his hips lasciviously and sluiced in and out of Melanie’s swarming oral orifice. His heart was pounding like a jack hammer, and his mouth was dry with lust. His big sweaty balls whapped up against Melanie’s chin each time he stroked into her constricting throat.
Suddenly, Rhett backed off, drawing the ten inches of steely flesh and gristle out of Melanie’s ravenous mouth with a moist popping sound. The huge tool snapped up rigidly against his belly and glistened, dripping with Melanie’s saliva.
“Lie back on the bed,” he ordered gruffly.
Mutely, Melanie complied, falling on the soft mattress and throwing out her arms staring up at her father with big, baby-blue eyes.
Rhett’s hot eyes raked over her nubile young form, drinking in the sight of her creamy, unblemished flesh, and the large quivering mounds of her womanly boobs. He wrapped his big coarse fingers around the twin lobes of creamy flesh and squeezed them hard, the throbbing, juicy nipples scraping against the palms of his hands.
Melanie gave a low mewl of pleasure and arched her back, pressing her tits against her father’s powerful hands. He lifted one of her boobs into the air, and crawled onto the bed beside her. Bending down, he pressed his face against the upturned hill of flesh.
Melanie felt her father’s hot breath on her tingling flesh, and she shuddered in joy as his tongue whisked out and flicked across the turreting finger of flesh that rose from her pinkish aureole. Rhett gave a low, salacious growl and eagerly affixed his mouth to the warm, throbbing nubbin, sucking it hard, taking as much of her pillowy breast into his mouth as he could. He worried it with his teeth and lashed his tongue lewdly back and forth across the warm, smooth flesh, tasting the sweetness of her femininity.
Then, he moved on to her other tit, flicking the wet nipple of the first one with his thumb nail. As he suckled her throbbing breast, Rhett let his free hand slide slowly down her trembling body, across the soft, silken slope of her belly and onto her thigh. Soon, his hand feathered across the satiny fleece that lined her ‘V’ shaped furrow, and he hooked his finger inward, scraping it up and down the pouting, slippery slit.
Jabbing the finger in, he slid it into the crevice and began to worm it back and forth lewdly, frigging her vigorously. His coarse thumb sought out her clitoris and lewdly strummed the oily knob, sending explosions of ecstasy ricocheting through her sexually aroused sixteen year old body. Melanie cried out in incoherent ecstasy and began to grind her hips back and forth as her father worked a second finger into her aching cunt, all the while stroking his thumb in circular motions across her sizzling joy stick.
Rhett scooted down until he was facing the succulent pussy he was fingering. He gazed at it greedily, peeling back the folds of flesh that lined the vulva, and drinking in the sight of her glistening pink jewels. Bending forward, he inhaled the delicious, sweet freshness of her feminine scent, and thrust out his long, hungry tongue, swiping it across the slippery, oily pussy lips. Melanie gave a whimper of pleasure as his tongue began to move up and down in long, lewd licks, slurping noisily at her quaking box.
Rhett grasped her legs above the knees and forcibly spread them wide apart, exposing her cunt fully. Then, he plunged his face wantonly between her peach-like vaginal petals and sucked greedily at the fruit of her sweet cunt. His tongue fucked in and out of her clinging chasm, and Melanie moaned and screeched in delight, arching her back and undulating her pelvis wildly, running her fingers through her father’s short, dark hair.
“OOOOOH, DADDY! THAT-THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD! DO IT, DADDY! DO IT! MMMMM!”
Rhett growled softly and mashed his face deeply into her thighs, working at her juicy snatch with his strong mouth and tongue.
Finally, he lifted his head, revealing a face that was smeared wilh her unctuous juices, and scooted up again, planting his hands on either side of her head and staring down into her flushed, pretty features.
Slowly, he began to lower his heavy, hairy body upon her, hunching his hips forward until the spongy, rubbery knob of his pecker banged against the wet maw of her vagina.
With a savage grin, Rhett slammed his hips forward, propelling his cock violently against her vulnerable cuntal mouth.
Melanie threw back her head and uttered a ragged scream of mingled pain and pleasure as the gargantuan barbed javelin plowed savagely into her throbbing bower of bliss, stuffing it full.
Rhett groaned in pleasure as he felt the succulent, heated sleeve envelope the entire length of his hard truncheon, and he dropped his heavy body upon Melanie’s trembling form, skewering her completely with his mean mauler. Soon, his hairy belly was mashed against hers, and he was drawing his cock half way out of her succulent channel before ramming it all the way inside again. Squelching noises emerged from their mating loins as his prick sluiced like a well-oiled piston in and out of her love chute.
“You like that, don’t you, little slut?” Rhett breathed savagely into his daughter’s ear, “You like this big thick cudgel jammed up inside your whorish hot box!”
“Oh, YES, Daddy! YES!” Melanie whimpered with joy, “Fuck me hard, Daddy! I want to be fucked hard! YES! OOOOOOH!”
Her small bed was creaking noisily as Rhett began to slam into her vigorously, small bestial grunts flying from his throat each time he plowed his pelvis forward and smacked his belly to Melanie’s. He slid his big hamlike hands beneath the soft lobes of Melanie’s ass and crushed them in a viselike grip, yanking her brutally up against his body. His rigid truncheon battered against her aching cervix, stretching it wide.
Melanie sobbed in ecstatic joy, her fingers raking across her father’s broad, hairy, sweat-drenched back. His burly, hirsute chest flattened her throbbing tits and she could feel his rippling muscles as they slid across her sensitized, satiny skin. The musky, manly scent of her father’s body filled her flaring nostrils like a heady aphrodisiac and made her head whirl with erotic fervor.
She wrapped her legs around Rhett Wilkerson’s middle, locking her ankles together, and began to undulate her hips lasciviously, gasping and sobbing with joy as Rhett humped violently on top of her, giving her a lusty, bone rattling fuck.
“D-DADDY! OOOOH! Y-YES! Y-Y-E-E-E-S! I-I’M GONNA CUM! D-DADDY! AIEEEEEE!” Melanie suddenly screamed in a frenzy, her body wriggling frantically beneath his like an eel.
Her nails raked across his flesh as convulsive shudders of ecstasy tore through her sex starved body, and flecks of light sparkled before her eyes as rockets went off in her loins. White hot, sizzling bursts of pure rapture ripped through her body as she came and came and came once more. Her cunt spasmed violently, sucking and milking at the log of flesh and gristle which had elicited her violent climax. Rhett gave a growl of satisfaction as he felt her hot, honeyed juices splashing around his plunging pecker, and he redoubled his efforts, screwing her as hard as he could, oscillating his hips and churning her sweet chasm to buttery mush.
“YEAH, MELANIE HONEY!” he roared like a bull, “I’M GONNA FILL YOU UP WITH MY HOT, THICK JISM! TAKE IT, BABY! TAKE YOUR DADDY’S SEMEN! AAARRRGH!”
Melanie sobbed in delight as Rhett plunged deeply into her saturated, inflamed crevice and began to blast her womb full of his heavy, creamy load. It hosed violently from his spasming prick, jetting deep inside of her, mingling with her own sweetly flowing juices.
Rhett shuddered as the last drop of sperm oozed from the tip of his tingling pecker, and rolled off of Melanie with a groan.
“Hell,” he muttered, “I came home to have a rest and ended up using more energy than I had all day!”
Melanie giggled and snuggled up against her big, virile father.
The campaign headquarters for Rhett Wilkerson was a zoo. Melanie perched on the edge of a table as far away from the squealing swarm of enthusiastic Wilkerson supporters as she could. At least five T.V. sets were blaring as the initial election returns began to come in. Shouts of triumph pierced the room whenever the returns indicated that Wilkerson had an edge, and boos greeted any suggestions that Hardman was ahead.
On the walls of the room, gigantic posters of Rhett Wilkerson were plastered. Melanie’s handsome father’s face grinned toothily from the poster, and the slogan, read: WILKERSON: A SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN WITH TRADITIONAL VALUES, A RETURN TO THE BASICS!
Batches of multi-colored balloons were floating up to the ceiling or tied around chairs or to people’s buttonholes. Most of the campaign people wore dozens of VOTE WILKERSON buttons and straw hats with more buttons pinned to them.
Melanie found the atmosphere utterly distasteful; a childish circus-like atmosphere which was blemished by the obvious hypocrisy of everything her father stood for. She didn’t take this political hogwash seriously, and didn’t see how anyone else could either. She yawned wearily and looked at her watch. It was just seven o’clock. Polling results wouldn’t be in for another few hours at least. It looked like it was going to be a long night indeed.
But Rhett had insisted that both his children be at the campaign headquarters on that memorable night.
“When I’m elected Governor, I want the folks watching T.V. to see my whole family there to support me.”
Melanie glanced around and saw that her brother, Jarvis, had cornered a giggling, buxom blonde campaign worker whose tits were the size of watermelons, and was turning on all his charm. Melanie smiled and shook her head. Well, Jarvis wasn’t wasting HIS time, anyway. She wagered that before the evening was over, her lusty young brother was going to get laid.
She glanced around to see if there were any comely young guys who she could set her sights on, but though there were a number of good-looking dudes, she somehow just didn’t feel like putting out the effort. Most of them were too caught up in the enthusiasm of the political contest to care much about anything else, anyway. Melanie yawned. Hell, what she needed was a good, hard fuck…
After their hot sex session, Rhett Wilkerson had sternly reprimanded his daughter on her sluttish behavior.
“If the press ever got a hold of the facts about you, I’d be ruined, honey,” he said, “Now, if you’re going to behave like a slut, you do it circumspectly, and in your own home, and with a white boy, please! What’s going to happen if that black buck gets you pregnant? You tell me that!”
Melanie had batted her long lashes at him and looked properly contrite and had promised to behave with nunlike virtuousness from then on, lying through her teeth. Of course, she had no intention of stopping what had become her most enjoyable hobby. She would just have to be a bit more careful to insure that her father wouldn’t catch her at it.
Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke near at hand.
“Well, you don’t seem as though you’re having a terrific time, Melanie Wilkerson!”
Melanie jerked her head in astonishment and gaped at the speaker. It was Randy Hardman! The son of her father’s political opponent grinned at her impishly. He was dressed conservatively in a blue suit, with his short blond hair neatly combed and his handsome, tanned features scrubbed clean. In fact, he looked absolutely fantastic!
And from the way he was looking at Melanie Wilkerson, it was clear that Lance Hardman’s boy was very pleased by the way his secret girl-friend looked.
Melanie was a picture of girlish prettiness. Her golden curls were swept back from her pretty porcelain face, and tied with small pink bows. She wore a frilly dress of frothy white, with a pink sash, and looked absolutely dazzling.
“RANDY!” she squealed breathlessly, “What on earth are you doing HERE?”
The handsome young man winked at her and said, “Well, I got bored sitting around Dad’s campaign headquarters waiting for the election returns, and I gathered that you might be feeling the same way. I don’t see you hunched over a T.V. biting your nails in anxiety.”
Melanie giggled in delight, very glad that Randy had done such an audacious thing as sneaking into Rhett Wilkerson’s campaign quarters.
“I hope no one here recognizes you,” Melanie said in a low voice, glancing around.
“No one here is looking at anything except the T.V. screen,” Randy retorted, slipping his arm lightly around her waist, “But I would like some privacy. I have something to talk to you about.”
Melanie looked around for her father and spotted him at the center of a knot of reporters, fielding dozens of questions.
“Come on, let’s sneak into one of the offices in the back,” Melanie said, hooking her hand through the crook of his arm and tugging him lightly.
They slipped through a door into the darkened passageway, and crept up to one of the opaque glass doors leading into various offices in the campaign headquarters. Trying each one, they finally found one that was unlocked, and pushed it open. They were about to step inside when they discovered that it was already occupied.
Jarvis Wilkerson had nailed the blonde floozy, Melanie saw immediately. The buxom campaign worker was lying on her back on a desk, her stockinged legs straight up in the air, her huge boobs flopping free from her blouse as the hunky young stud lustily pumped away on top of her, shoving his thick prick deep inside her honeyed chasm again and again.
“OOOH! OOOH! M-MR. WILKERSON! THAT’S SO NICE!” the blonde squeaked, kicking her spiked heeled shoes off and scraping the heels of her feet against his hard buttocks.
“Looks like someone beat us to it,” Randy whispered as he and Melanie hastily backed out of the room.
Melanie muffled a giggle and said softly, “Yes, that’s my brother, Jarvis.”
Randy arched his eye brows in amazement and clicked his tongue, a twinkle in his sexy blue eyes.
“My, my, you Wilkersons are a depraved lot, aren’t you?” he said mockingly.
Melanie pushed him against the wall and nuzzled his cheek with her full coral-pink lips.
“Now,” she said softly, “What was it you wanted to say to me, Randy Hardman?”
Randy pressed his mouth hungrily to hers, and then said, “First of all, I love you very much.”
“I know. And I love you.”
“And… I’d like you to elope with me.”
Melanie’s baby blue eyes opened wide. “I have a feeling you’re NOT pulling my leg.”
“I’m deadly serious. I think we should run away together. Tonight. And get married in the morning.”
Melanie studied his features for a long time. It was a crazy idea. Both of their fathers would be utterly aghast when they found out. In fact, they might get cut off without a cent. But, Melanie decided suddenly, it was worth it. She was ready to get hitched. And she was pretty sure she could bring her father around in the end.
“O.K.,” she said lightly.
Randy gaped at her in amazement. “Really?” he gasped, “You really mean you’ll do it?”
“Of course!” she said, “Now we’d better get out of here before Daddy comes looking for me. We’ll have to stop by my place so I can pack some things.”
They slipped out the back door and hopped into Randy’s Chevrolet and zoomed off into the night.
An hour later, the maroon Chevvy pulled up in front of the Bates Motel, ten miles outside of town, and a very good-looking couple hopped out, hand in hand, carrying small valises and looking very happy.
When the proprietor of the hotel asked them to sign the register, the handsome young man scribbled: “Mr. and Mrs. William Stark.” Then, they were shown to their room.
It was a small, gaudily decorated room with a double bed and a television set.
Randy locked the door and strode over and switched on the television set.
Melanie raised her eyes and said mockingly, “I thought you weren’t interest in the election results.”
“I’m not,” he responded, “I’m just making sure our neighbors don’t overhear what’s REALLY going on in here!”
He crossed quickly to the pretty blonde and slid his arms around her, drawing her against his strong chest. Bending down, he brushed his lips against her mouth and kissed her hungrily. His fingers fumbled with the back of her dress, snapping open the buttons. He unhooked her brassiere, and stood back, gently drawing off her clothes and letting them fall to the ground. His hot blue eyes raked over her lovely, creamy body, and he let his hands slide over the curves and valleys of her womanly figure. She was wearing only a pair of pink, frilly panties now.
“Get in bed,” he said huskily.
Melanie complied obediently, reclining on the white sheets and gazing at him with voluptuous periwinkle blue eyes.
Randy stripped quickly, tearing off his conservative blue suit, leaving on a pair of boxer shorts which were tenting at the crotch conspicuously. Then, he sprinted over to the bed and dived in on top of his wife-to-be. Melanie squealed with laughter as they tussled playfully. Then, the young stud rolled on top of her, his muscular body bearing down on her slender, curvaceous figure, flattening her breasts against his powerful torso. He crushed his mouth to hers and wormed his hungry tongue inside, swabbing up her saliva. Melanie gave a muffled groan of delight and ran her hands sensuously down his broad back and over the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She could feel the outline of his rigid ten inch cock throbbing against her belly.
On the T.V. set, the election returns were coming in.
The newsman was saying, “At the moment, it seems as though Wilkerson and Hardman are running neck to neck, with Wilkerson having a slight lead. But political experts believe that Hardman may sweep the western counties, which could mean a possible victory for the young liberal from Bay Springs…”
The twenty-one year old son of “the young liberal from Bay Springs” was now dry humping the daughter of his father’s political opponent.
Drawing his mouth away from Melanie’s his eyes glittering with lascivious excitement, Randy scrambled around on the bed until he was facing the soft mound Melanie’s sweet cunt made in the silky panties she wore. His bulging boxer shorts were in line with Melanie’s face.
Bending forward, Randy pressed his lips against the panties, sniffing the sweet, rich perfume of her girlish body. He felt the softness of her tender cunt through the thin material, and hooked his fingers in the elastic, slowly working the undergarments down about her ankles. He gazed greedily at the glittering ‘V’ shaped fleece between her legs.
Melanie fumbled with the elastic band that passed around her lover’s middle and jerked his underpants down impatiently. His huge, heavy prong flopped free, poking crudely against her cheek, smearing it with a droplet of clear liquid.
She encircled the pulsating base of Randy’s cock with her soft, small fingers, reveling in the feeling of the taut, silken flesh, stretched across the hard rubbery pole of flesh and gristle. Throbbing blue veins latticed the bulging sides, and Randy’s big balls were bloated with heated man juice.
Purring with satisfaction, she lapped out her tongue and stirred it across the moist tip of her lover’s pecker, licking at it like an ice-cream cone. Her head darted up and down, and she slurped eagerly at the corrugated sides, trilling her lips against them lasciviously. Randy gave a muffled groan of pleasure, burying his face between Melanie’s silken thighs and kissing and sucking on her pussy.
“The election returns thus far indicate an unprecedented neck to neck race for the governorship,” the newscaster was saying, “At this point, there is no way of determining who will emerge victorious. Wilkerson has an edge, but less than five thousand votes separate him and Lance Hardman. Hardman is expected to take the counties of…”
Melanie was sucking fervently at Randy’s throbbing pecker, giving muffled squeals of delight as his tongue sluiced in and out of her honeyed crack. Randy was moaning with rapture, humping his hips back and forth, feeding his ten inch horse-dick to the sixteen year old blonde.
After a while, he pulled out of her mouth and scrambled around until he was facing her again. He planted a wet, sticky kiss on her warm, moist lips and said huskily, “Roll over on your belly, honey.”
Melanie obeyed, her lush young body trembling with excitement. Randy ran his hand down the long slope of her back and across her sweet, creamy buttocks. Bending down, he rained kisses on the soft flesh of her back, moving slowly down toward her dimpled ass cheeks.
He dug his thumbs into the pillowy, pliant flesh and peeled the cheeks of Melanie’s tush apart, revealing the puckered pink rose bud of her anus. It winked and sparkled merrily in the light cast from the T.V. screen.
Bending down, he blew hot air against the pouting asshole, and very gently brushed his lips across it. Melanie whimpered in delight as she felt her lover thrust out his long tongue and swirl it lewdly in a circular motion across the spasming surface of her sphincter muscle, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She squirmed and arched her hips slightly, allowing him better access to her nether chute. Her head was swimming in desire.
Randy gripped Melanie’s buttocks hard in his hand, and ran his tongue in long, sloppy licks across her bunghole, making it wet and sticky with spittle.
Then, he thrust his tongue out and began to wriggle the tip of it against the puckered opening, feeling the way it clenched and tugged at his tongue hotly. Randy plunged his tongue forward, driving it deep inside the furnace-hot interior of Melanie’s succulent colon, swabbing up her pungent juices. He fucked his tongue back and forth hungrily, wiggling it inside her, loving the way her asshole sucked and quivered with enthusiasm. His prick was throbbing with anticipation and stabs of red hot passion shot through his tightening belly.
“Now it’s Lance Hardman in the lead, folks, but by an amazingly small margin of five hundred votes. Again, this is the tightest gubernatorial race in recent memory, and there is still no clear indication who will emerge victorious. Spokesmen from both campaign headquarters indicate confidence that their man will win the day, and at this point, no one can tell for certain which way the final tally will slide.”
Randy rose up on his haunches, gripping onto the thick, pulsating staff of his aching boner. He scooted up, rubbing the fat, juicy knob of his cock up and down the crack between Melanie’s translucent buttocks. He gently swirled the puckered glans over the pouting anal orifice, tickling it seductively and sending hot ripples of desire through his girl-friend’s trembling loins.
He gripped tightly to her waist with his free hand and began to slowly hunch his hips forward. He sighed with pleasure as he felt her sphincter muscle give way with little resistance and slide slickly over the rubbery crown of his truncheon, quickly ensconcing it in the hot, silky interior of her anal chute.
Melanie tossed her blonde tresses in a frenzy of passion, cries and gasps of unadulterated delight fluttering from her pink lips as she felt the thick ramrod slowly penetrate her throbbing bunghole. She groaned in rapture as Randy began to saw his pelvis back and forth, driving inch after inch of the huge, throbbing sex tool deep into her bowels.
Randy grunted in animalistic pleasure, bucking his ass forward lustily, gripping tightly to his betrothed’s hips as he impaled her on his stiff manhood. He felt the sleeve-like warmth of her silky rectal chasm sluice over the entire length of his aching pecker, and his muscular thighs came to rest against the cool, pillowy slopes of her high ass cheeks.
He growled in delight, oscillating his hips and savoring the sensation of having his barbed javelin buried to the hilt in the ass of the girl he loved.
He bent forward and slid his arms around Melanie’s middle, grasping onto her big, bouncing boobs and squeezing them hard. He caught her throbbing nubbins between his forefingers and thumbs and plucked at them sensuously as he fucked her ass hard.
Melanie mewled in pleasure, lifting her haunches high and bucking back to meet her brawny lover’s athletic pumping motions.
“OOOH, FUCK ME, RANDY! Fuck my ass! Y-E-E-E-S!” she squealed in glee.
Randy pressed his face into her golden hair and forked his tongue lasciviously into her ear.
“You like that, huh, baby?” he said huskily, “You like my thick, long dick jammed up your hot ass!”
“Y-Yes, Randy! YES!”
He held himself deeply inside of her hot chute, his heart thumping loudly, his balls curdling with lust. He knew if he kept up this ass fucking much longer, there would be no holding back. And he wanted to prolong this session considerably.
After a few more deeply penetrating strokes, he abruptly pulled out of her with a moist sucking sound.
“Lift your ass high, babe,” he ordered huskily, “I want your sweet pussy now!”
Mewling in delight, Melanie wriggled her hips salaciously and raised her ass, exposing the tender, dripping muff between her legs.
With a lewd grin, Randy guided the mushroom-shaped tip of his fat prong against the maw to her vaginal tunnel and gave a grunt as he lunged forward.
Melanie sobbed in delight as the huge log of rubbery flesh sliced up into her belly, filling her sweet, cock-hungry cunt to the brim with rigid manmeat. He groaned in pleasure as the slick, spasming membranes churned around his throbbing boner, and began to stroke in and out of her lubriciously, his big balls slapping up against her belly each time he sank to the hilt inside her sucking, burning pussy.
“Yeah, baby, YEAH!” he moaned in delight, slamming into her hot box again and again, “That feels SO GOOD! MMMMMMM!”
Melanie gasped and whimpered with ecstatic glee, pushing back against him, digging her fingers into the sheets as tremors of searing pleasure raced through her loins.
“From the campaign headquarters of Rhett Wilkerson, here is the man himself being interviewed by our reporter, Nat Staunch.”
“Mr. Wilkerson, this is the closest gubernatorial race in our state’s history. Do you still maintain that you will emerge victorious in the end?”
“I think there’s no question about it, Nat. The people of this state want stability and virtue, and sound, tried ideas. They know that I will deliver what I promise. They know my spotless record. Hardman is just a flash in the pan. I think you’ll see soon, when the returns from the Southern counties come in, that I will be ahead by a considerable margin…”
“OOH, Melanie, baby! I-I can’t hold it back much longer! I think I’m gonna shoot!” Randy gasped hoarsely.
He rammed into her deeply, stuffing his thick horsedick to the balls into her aching cunt. Melanie’s head whirled with libidinous excitement. Ripples of hot, molten pleasure began to accumulate deep within her loins. As Randy slammed into her again and again, her cunt began to burn hotter and hotter, and suddenly, a tumultuous explosion of incredible intensity wracked her middle, and she screamed with joy, uncontrollable shudders of rapture running up and down her body.
“AWWWWWW, baby! HERE IT IS! TAKE IT, SWEETHEART! AAARRRRGH!” Randy roared.
He pounded into her hard, gripping tightly to her hips as his balls began to tighten and seethe with boiling male juices.
Great spurts of white-hot semen hurtled up the tubes of his spasming dick and fountained deep into Melanie’s quaking womb. Randy groaned and shuddered and twitched with carnal delight, Melanie’s sucking, spasming cunt milking every last drop of pungent man juice from his virile balls.
He pulled out of her cunt, panting hard, his big pecker still stiff as a ramrod.
“Turn over honey,” he said huskily.
Melanie rolled over on her back, gasping and shuddering with the aftershocks of a mind-shattering multiple orgasm. Her sweet, golden-fringed pussy was glittering with her juices and with flecks of Randy’s creamy semen, which streamed down her thighs in steady rivulets.
“I’m not through yet, baby,” he said thickly, “Not by a long shot!”
He rolled his brawny, sweaty body on top of hers, and moments later, the bed was creaking and groaning as two lusty young bodies slapped wetly together, their moans and cries mingled with the steady voice of the anchorperson on the television set.
They fucked for most of the night, and were probably the last persons in the state to find out who won the election.
Early the next morning, they woke up a preacher, and two days later, the headlines of the scandal rags blared: GOVERNOR’S CHILD WEDS CHILD OF DEFEATED OPPONENT!
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship…
EPILOGUE
Lance Hardman was furious. Not only had he lost the gubernatorial election, but he had suffered the further indignation of having his only son elope with the daughter of his hated rival. And, what made it worse, he had learned of the elopement not through private sources, but from the headlines of a scandal sheet. He had chosen to laugh off the article as bogus at first—until he received a phone call from Randy later on in the day, apologetically telling him that the news was true.
Lance had blown his stack, demanding that Randy come home at once, calling him an ungrateful, immature punk who needed to be taught a lesson, and making all kinds of threats. After listening to a few minutes of this ranting and raving, Randy had hung up on his father, and Lance was left clutching the silent receiver in his trembling, sweaty hand, seething in helpless rage.
At once, he had procured the services of a private detective, and offered the man a lavish sum of money if he could locate the whereabouts of the young “Romeo and Juliet”, as the press hastily dubbed them.
He soon was informed that the couple were staying at the Bates Motel under an alias, and decided to make a move. The young liberal politician was not thinking too clearly. He had lost his first major election, and that had been a pretty severe blow to his ego. But this final act of humiliation seemed too much for him to bear. He had to do something about it, though exactly what, he hadn’t rationally considered. An annulment, perhaps. A divorce, certainly.
When he received the information about where to find Randy and Melanie, Lance impulsively jumped into a limousine and sped off towards the Bates Motel without the benefit of a chauffeur. He cruised to a stop in front of the hotel, and quickly spotted his son’s car parked in front of one of the cottages. He sat fuming in his limousine, trying to decide what the best course of action would be. But before he could make up his mind, the door opened and Melanie Wilkerson Hardman emerged from the cabin, sauntering to the car.
The pretty blonde, with her saucy blue eyes and upturned nose, certainly looked gorgeous in a frothy white summer dress which clung to her lithe body, her curly hair hanging in golden tresses about her shoulders. She got into his son’s car and started the engine. Randy was no where to be seen. Lance impulsively decided to follow her.
Melanie was going into town to pick up a load of groceries. She and Randy were having an idyllic little honeymoon tryst at the out of the way hotel. They had called the press the morning afterwards and let the story break, so that there would be no way for either of their fathers to hush up or quell the marriage without causing a scandal.
Melanie had never been so happy in her life. She had left her handsome husband sprawled naked on the motel room bed, fast asleep, after a night of unbridled, passionate love-making.
She pulled up in front of the grocery and sprang out of the car, not noticing the dark limousine that had trailed her from the motel.
Her arms full of groceries, Melanie emerged from the store and found herself confronting a tall, powerfully built man of about forty, who was leaning against her husband’s car, a rather severe expression creasing his craggy features. With a sudden tremor of shock, she recognized Randy’s father, Lance Hardman.
Masterfully repressing her feelings of trepidation, Melanie conjured up her sweetest smile and said in a voice like honey, “Why, hello, Mr. Hardman! It’s nice to see you! Or, should I call you ‘Daddy?’”
Lance Hardman hadn’t realized how radiantly beautiful his unwanted daughter-in-law really was.
The sight of the lovely Southern belle up close was rather disarming, and he felt his righteous indignation begin to get tinged with reluctant admiration for his son’s choice of a mate.
“Miss Wilkerson, we must have a talk,” he said grimly, “If you would be so kind as to get into the back seat of my limousine?”
He ushered her with stiff politeness to the dark Cadillac, and Melanie meekly complied with his request, realizing that she’d have to tackle Randy’s dad sometime or another anyway, and now was as good as ever.
The windows of the limousine were tinted so that outsiders couldn’t see in, though one could see out. As Melanie got in beside her big, good-looking father-in-law, she suddenly realized what an attractive guy he really was.
At forty, Lance Hardman was extremely well-preserved, retaining the burly, muscular physique which had made him a first-rate college athlete. He had short reddish brown hair and clear green eyes. Now, he was wearing a rather disheveled short sleeved shirt and tightly fitting corduroy trousers which clearly outlined his amply sized basket.
As soon as he had closed the door, Melanie said sweetly, “Mr. Hardman, you just called me Miss Wilkerson. Now, I think you know by now that Randy and I are married. And we are quite determined to stay married, no matter what you or my father might think. Of course, we understand your consternation right now, and we wish you could be spared the embarrassment, but our lives are separate from your political lives. If you see what I mean.”
She spoke very rapidly, batting her long luscious lashes, her sultry blue eyes flashing sensuously. Lance realized how utterly bewitching the little minx really was.
He said awkwardly, “Look. I’m willing to give you quite a substantial sum of money if you’ll divorce Randy…”
Melanie’s silvery laugh interrupted him.
“Oh, Mr. Hardman!” she exclaimed merrily, “Don’t be silly! My daddy has twice as much money as you have, and I’ve already talked with him on the phone. He has no intention of disowning me. But even if he did, and you did, Randy and I would not change our minds.”
Lance glared at her, his green eyes darting over her luscious figure unwittingly. Uneasily, he realized, he was getting turned on by the proximity of the gorgeous Southern belle. He shifted in his seat, his cock beginning to unfurl and pressing painfully against the leg of his trouser.
Melanie’s eyes widened as they fell upon his crotch and saw the sizeable bulge that tented the fly.
“Why, Mr. Hardman!” she exclaimed, “I do believe you like me a little, after all!”
Before Lance had a chance to reply, the blonde teenager reached out and lewdly squeezed his tumescent, rubbery organ through the tight material of his trousers. Melanie cooed in delight as she felt the expanding, lusty flesh. It was obvious that Randy had inherited his prodigiously proportioned member from his virile father.
“Wha-What are you doing?” Lance gasped weakly as the girl began to unzip his fly.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Daddy!”