AG-109 SOUTHERN TRAMP
FOREWORD
"Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!" Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, lily white form.
Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely blonde girl's impossibly stretched, throbbing cuntal chasm, her legs hooked around his middle, her hips heaving in a frenzy of carnal passion.
The small, canopied bed groaned and creaked as the sixteen year old Southern belle, the daughter of one of the state's most conservative political icons, wantonly fornicated with the big, sweaty Negro manservant.
Brutus suddenly pulled his purplish, vein-latticed mauler out of the blonde slut's tight, satiny cunt and scrambled up on his knees, straddling her middle. Grabbing her big pillowy breasts, he pulled them apart, sandwiching his hefty black prong in the deep cleavage, between the quivering lobes of white flesh.
Oscillating his hips lewdly, he stroked his thick, bulging prick back and forth between her silky, hot breasts. His cock was so long that it bumped against her chin each time he thrust forward.
"AWWWW, SHIT, MA'AM!" he roared huskily, tossing back his black head, "I GONNA SHOOT MY WAD! AAAARRRGH!"
Melanie whimpered in delight, stretching her pouting pink lips wide apart as jets of thick, hot semen spouted from the purplish dick head and spattered over her face...
CHAPTER ONE
"What in the dickens shall I do today?" Melanie Wilkerson pouted pettishly, sitting in the open French window which looked out upon the verdant land and gardens that belonged to her wealthy father.
Melanie was an extremely beautiful girl of sixteen, a lovely combination of woman and child, the type only to be found in the South. She had lambent golden curls which cascaded around her shoulders prettily, framing an oval, porcelain face with enormous, long-lashed blue eyes, a perky upturned nose, and full, strawberry-hued lips. Her complexion was peaches and cream. Indeed, she looked the picture of health, a stunningly gorgeous Southern peach, renowned throughout the county for her lovely features.
Today, she was wearing a white silk dress with puffy sleeves and a dipping cleavage which revealed her ample, jutting breasts, far larger than those of most girls of sixteen. Her figure was like that of an hour glass, lusciously curvaceous with an incredibly slender waist and long, sexy legs. Many a lusty young buck had drooled over the sight of the dimpled Miss Wilkerson parading through the town's streets usually shaded by a parasol, and more often than not, with her begloved hand slipped in the crook of her father's arm.
Rhett Wilkerson was a burly, powerfully built man, a man who was fiercely possessive and extremely ambitious. He was also one of the wealthiest men in the state. The Wilkersons had dabbled in politics since before the Civil War, and there had almost never been a time in recent history in which the family was not represented in the Senate or Congress, or at least the state's legislature. Two times a Wilkerson had served as Governor, and it was Rhett Wilkerson's lifelong ambition to become the third and youngest man in his family to gain that coveted political post.
Wilkerson was not a scrupulous or particularly compassionate man. He could ladle charm when necessary, and during the past few months, he had bombasted the state with an expensive campaign, kissing numerous babies and visiting every orphanage and old folks home he could. Recent polls placed him neck to neck with another ambitious young politician, a handsome Democrat named Lance Hardman. Both men were in their early forties, and therefore, which ever one won the election would become the youngest Governor in the state's history.
The State had habitually elected Democrats to office, but Wilkerson, a staunch and conservative Republican, was banking on the fact that Hardman was known to be a bit too liberal for the people of the State, especially in his attitude toward race relations. And Rhett Wilkerson intended to win the election, whatever the cost...
Melanie was sick and tired of hearing of nothing but the election, day in and day out. She had been forced to accompany her father -- a widower -- to many a social function, and pose with him for numerous newspaper photography sessions.
If there was one thing that Wilkerson prized above all else, it was his precious daughter. He was fiercely protective of her, and made sure she was under his wing whenever possible. He had spoiled Melanie in many ways, but had hampered her movements at the same time. Especially now that she was blossoming into a young women and young sparks were perking up and noticing when she passed. Rhett didn't want his daughter sullied, and above all, he didn't want his name to be dragged through the mud during these delicate days before the election. If his daughter should become involved in a sordid affair and the opposition became aware of it, Wilkerson's chances could be ruined.
So, Melanie was beginning to feel stifled and restless. She wanted more out of life than she was getting, and one thing that whetted her appetite was the thought of getting a handsome young beau. Up until now, Rhett Wilkerson had scared off any young pup who had come to woo his daughter. Wilkerson wanted to choose Melanie's prospective husband carefully, and not until she was eighteen would he even consider the question. But he did have his eye on young Nestor Previtts, whose father came from one of the oldest and most distinguished, and richest, families in the state. But Melanie hated Nestor.
"He's skinny and has pimples and smells bad," she pouted to her girlfriends.
What she secretly longed for was a handsome young man who resembled her brother, Jarvis.
Jarvis Wilkerson was twenty, and extremely handsome. He stood six foot one inch tall and weighed a hundred and ninety pounds. He had short, light brown hair and green eyes, set in an insolently handsome face, which could crease into a dazzling smile. His body was muscular and streamlined from much horseback riding, and he was an excellent polo player. His father wished that Jarvis, considered one of the state's more eligible young bachelors, would show a little more interest and ambition in something other than horses and girls, but he indulgently felt that after all, Jarvis was young and had to sow his wild oats.
Melanie often complained that her older brother was allowed to do as he pleased while her activities were severely limited, and her father had sternly reported that she was a lady and was expected to behave like one.
"With a young man, it is different," Rhett had said, with maddening sexism.
Thinking of this now, as she perched in the French window, basking in the warm sunlight, Melanie scowled with childish anger, her baby blue eyes snapping with Wilkerson fires. Like her father, she was stubborn and strong-willed and liked to have her own way.
Not that she resented Jarvis for having more privileges than she did. Melanie was devoted to her older brother, worshipped him, in fact. Just the thought of him made her heart go pit-a-pat, and she dreamed of being swept off her feet by a gallant young prince who looked exactly like Jarvis.
Melanie had been too carefully brought up to suspect that her feelings for her brother were more than romantic fantasies. She had no idea what incest was, and did not recognize her incestuous feelings for her brother for what they were.
But she was definitely aware of sex. She had discovered long ago, when she was twelve, that by touching the soft and delicately fringed mound between her legs with the cuticles of her fingers, she could create the most exquisite sensations. And the whispering, giggling talk of her girl-friends had given her a shadowy suggestion of the actual act of fornication. She had seen men with their shirts off, and she had certainly watched the crotches in men's pants and dreamt about what those bulges contained. Against her father's strict orders, she had sneaked out to watch stallions being mated to mares, and had found the sight extraordinarily exciting, sending a flush of warmth coursing through her nubile young body.
Her one actual contact with sex had come several weeks earlier when she had nearly created a scene by opening the door to her father's bedroom and found him lustily mounting Dahlia, the black girl who helped in the kitchen. Melanie had only caught a glimpse of the lewd scene before she hastily retreated, but it had been enough to sharpen her curiosity. She had seen her father's broad, sweaty, hairy back and Dahlia's luscious, mahogany colored legs wrapped around his waist. She had watched the way his hard buttocks flexed and lifted and fell, and had heard Dahlia's delighted whimpers and moans as the big stud entered her again and again...
Melanie felt a stab of envy for Dahlia which she would never have admitted aloud. The pretty black girl, a gorgeous mulatto, was twenty-five and had worked with the cook in the Wilkersons' kitchen since she was seventeen. Now Melanie realized that her services had been procured in order for Rhett Wilkerson to have a mistress, for she had come to work at the house weeks after the death of Melanie's mother.
Dahlia may have been poor and black, but she had a happy, carefree manner and lifestyle that Melanie secretly envied. She knew Dahlia was a slut, and there was something titillating about the idea.
Brutus, the hulking black buck who helped out with the horses, was constantly hanging around the kitchen and Melanie had seen the way Dahlia flirted with him. She wagered, in fact, that Dahlia did a lot more than just flirt with the huge black stud.
Melanie felt a tremor of excitement shudder through her again, and her loins became warm and moist. With a sigh of boredom and oppression, Melanie jumped out of the window and flounced out of the lavishly decorated room.
She wandered through the huge mansion aimlessly, feeling utterly bored. Rhett was away on the campaign trail, of course, making another of his endless appearances at a factory or something. Jarvis was out riding with his buddies. And Melanie was all alone in the huge house with the servants.
Melanie was going past the kitchen, idly wondering if perhaps she could telephone her best friend, Missy Simpson, when she heard voices which made her stop just outside the door. She heard Dahlia's rich, feminine laugh, and a deep, rustling masculine voice, which she recognized as belonging to Brutus. A crafty look came over the Southern belle's features, and she crept to the door and very gently pushed it slightly ajar, placing her eye against the crack. From that position, she got a good glimpse at the kitchen.
Dahlia was leaning coquettishly against the stove, her warm brown eyes twinkling with excitement as she tilted her pretty head up to look into the jet black, ruggedly masculine features of the man they called Brutus.
Dahlia was dressed in a floral patterned frock which complemented her dusky skin and luscious figure well. The mulatto servant knew how pretty she was, and made the most of her physical assets. Now, she was thrusting her full, pendulous breasts forward sensuously, and the large, melon-shaped lobes of flesh pressed against the thin material of her blouse. The round pouting circles of her pointy nipples were clearly outlined by the thin material, and Brutus' smoldering eyes kept darting down and ogling them greedily.
Brutus was a brawny, impressive specimen of manhood. Standing six feet two inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds of solid musculature, he was a great hulking brute of a man, with broad shoulders and a powerfully built chest. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt that was open to the navel, revealing the hard jutting curves of his pectoral muscles, and the rippling-washboard definition of his belly. The tight tan breeches that hugged his legs and thighs were tenting alarmingly at the crotch, revealing the gigantic proportions of his sexual organs quite clearly.
Dahlia's doe-like brown eyes dropped bashfully from Brutus' face and fleetingly glanced at the big stud's crotch, and Melanie could see a tremor of excitement rush through the lovely mulatto slut's body.
"Aw, c'mon, Dahlia," Brutus coaxed, smiling at her lewdly, "Ain't nobody gonna stop us! Les go out to the barn for a while. Dotty's gawn to her m aw's place fer the afternoon, and the Wilkersons, all 'cept Miss Melanie, is gone away. An' Miss Melanie never has no business down at the barn!"
Dahlia giggled, wiggling her hips teasingly and said, "Now, Brutus, you is bad! You knows that Dotty tole me to look after the kitchen for her till she comes back! What if she comes back early and finds me not here? I'll get my ass beat, that's what!"
Brutus smiled wolfishly, licking his sensuous thick lips, and said huskily, "Yeah! She ain't the only one who'd like to beat dat ass, Dahlia! Only, when I does it, you gonna like it!"
Lewdly, the big brute reached down and rubbed his throbbing crotch with his big fingers. He reached out and grasped Dahlia's small brown hand and drew it against his groin, pressing it there and swiveling his hips.
Dahlia's eyes widened as she felt the stiff throbbing of his lust-thickened meatiness through the coarse material of his trousers, and she gave a little whimper of excitement.
"You sees how much I wants you, Dahlia," Brutus said hoarsely, "C'mon, les go to the barn."
Dahlia's resistance had fallen completely. She raised her swimming brown eyes, large and trembling with excitement, and slightly parted her full, moist lips.
Brutus gave a low growl and bent down, wrapping his powerful arms around her slender form and crushing her willowy young body against his huge physique, smothering her lips hungrily with his own.
Melanie shuddered in lascivious delight as she watched the two Negroes kiss passionately. Her own body was stirring with the warm juices of passion, and her cunt began to tingle and quiver in sympathetic excitement. She gaped as she watched Brutus' big mouth open wide and cover the lower part of Dahlia's face as he forced his long thick tongue deep into the mulatto wench's mouth.
Brutus' big hands slid down Dahlia's back and dug into the high, firm cheeks of her succulent ass, squeezing them lewdly as he crushed his pelvis against hers.
Struggling, Dahlia pushed away from him, panting hard, her eyes wide with mingled passion and nervousness.
"Not here, fool!" she gasped, "Miss Melanie's likely to walk in on us, and then there's no telling what might happen! Let's go on out to the barn."
Brutus grinned wolfishly and said, "I thought you'd nevah ask!"
They went together to the screen door that faced the barn, and exited separately. Brutus went first, striding rapidly across the lawn towards the barn, and Dahlia tripped nervously behind him, her big brown eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one was watching them.
If Dahlia had known that every movement she and Brutus had made, and every word they had spoken, had been seen and heard by Melanie Wilkerson, the black servant would have died in horror. But Melanie had no intention of reporting on the lusty black couple. She merely wanted to find out what it was that they did in the barn which was so exciting.
The crafty blonde belle waited until the big barn door swung shut behind Dahlia. Then, she darted across the kitchen and out the screen door, and rapidly and noiselessly approached the barn.
Having been raised on her father's estate, she knew every nook and cranny like the back of her hand. And Melanie knew how to get into the hay loft in the barn without having to go through the door.
She hurried around to the back of the barn. A window high up led into the hay loft, and a thick rope dangled to the ground from a nail several inches below the window. Knots at various intervals in the rope made foot and hand-holds.
Though she behaved very much like a lady in public, the instincts of a tomboyish girlhood still remained intact in Melanie's lively form, and she had no trouble at all clambering up the rope once she had kicked off her shoes. She peered cautiously over the edge of the window, and then slipped inside. She crawled on all fours through the hay until her face reached the square hole that looked down into the barn. She heard the restless stirring and neighing of the horses, and the sighs and moans of two other beings.
Peering over the trap door, she found to her delight that she had a perfect view of the illicit scene that was unfolding beneath her.
Brutus had taken Dahlia into one of the empty horse stalls. A ray of sunlight made its way through a crack in the barn wall and bathed the two lovers in a golden honeyed beam.
The black stud was kissing Dahlia hungrily, and he had hoisted up her skirts and was running his big coarse hands over the luscious, smooth lobes of her tush.
He pulled away suddenly, panting with lust, and tossed off his shirt impatiently, revealing his brawny, muscular torso. Then his hands flew to his belt, and in a matter of seconds, he had shed his pants and was standing before Dahlia in all his naked glory.
Melanie could barely keep herself from gasping aloud in utter astonishment. Her big blue eyes grew wide with wonder. She had never seen a man's penis before, though she had frequently imagined what they were like. Brutus' prick looked absolutely gargantuan! It looked like the cock on one of the stallions her father frequently put to stud!
Melanie's exaggeration was not too far from the truth. Brutus was indeed extraordinarily well hung. His pride and joy was a full eleven inches in length when completely erect, and was almost as thick around as a man's wrist. This lusty length of gristle and flesh thrust before him like a small arm with a balled fist on the end, throbbing impatiently.
Dahlia gazed down at it, trembling in excitement, uttering a little cooing sound of desire. She reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand across the bloated purplish tip, smearing the droplet of pre-come that had formed there all over the glans.
She encircled the pulsating shaft with her fingers and stroked her hand lovingly up and down, squeezing lightly. With her other hand, she titillated the black stud's enormous, baseball-sized balls, lifting them and testing their weight, scraping her fingernail across the scrotum. Brutus' huge frame shuddered in appreciation as the sultry mulatto wench stroked his humongous whanger. He licked his lips in lascivious anticipation.
"C'mon baby," he said huskily, "let me feel that warm mouth of yours on me!"
With a sigh of excitement, Dahlia dropped to her knees in the hay and stared at the protruding appendage which pointed at her face. Puckering her lips, she pressed them against the mushroom-shaped tip, laving out her tongue and swirling it across the corona, mewling in delight as she tasted his musky masculine flavors.
She stretched her jaws until they threatened to snap and took the entire crown into her mouth, slurping at it lewdly, running her fingers up and down the shaft.
Brutus moaned in appreciation, reaching down and digging his fingers into her kinky brown hair, bucking his hips lustily and forcing several inches of his thick sex tool deep into her mouth.
Dahlia gagged slightly as the thick tip punched against the back of her throat, and then she swallowed hard, letting the first few inches of the horsedick slide down into her aching, constricted throat. Brutus threw back his head and howled in delight as the entire length of his enormous pecker disappeared into the warm slick interior of Dahlia's oral orifice. Dahlia's 'O' shaped bloated lips pressed into the crinkly patch of pungent pubic hairs encircling the thick base of Brutus' lance, and she shuddered in pleasure as she savored the sensation of having her mouth and gullet completely stuffed with the young stud's joint.
Pulling back, she gulped down a gust of air, and then took the big prick into her throat again as Brutus pumped forward lustily.
Melanie's eyes were nearly bugging out of her head in amazement. She could not believe what she was seeing! Dahlia had swallowed that whole, huge length of black manmeat! And she seemed to be loving it! How on earth could anybody take something that big into their mouth, let alone their cunt? Melanie shivered with baffled fear and wonder as she imagined getting her tight virgin slit spread wide apart by an organ of Brutus' prodigious proportions.
"Whoa dere, lady!" Brutus gasped after a few more pumps, "You gonna milk me dry with dat hot suckin' mouth of yours!"
He released her head and backed off, his huge, saliva-imbued honker slapping up against his firm belly noisily, glistening in the ray of sunlight. He reached down and hefted the lovely wench to her feet.
Reaching out, he squeezed her full, wobbling boobs through her blouse, enjoying the feeling of the pliant, resilient flesh. Dahlia whimpered in desire as he kneaded her tits, and shuddered as Brutus quickly began to unbutton her blouse. He slowly drew it back over her shoulders and Dahlia let it fall to the ground.
Brutus gave a low growl of satisfaction as he ogled her bouncing, appetizing breasts. They were creamy brown bowls of firm, soft flesh, capped by large, silver dollar sized nipples which puckered outward in excitement as the big stud ran the heels of his hands across them.
He encircled each tit in his hands and squeezed hard, rubbing them together lewdly and lifting them in the air. Bending down, he circled his powerful lips and sucked noisily at Dahlia's left tit, pulling at the soft circle of flesh like a vacuum, his tongue flicking rapidly back and forth across the throbbing finger of flesh. He drew away, a strand of saliva connecting her erect nipple and his mouth, and then clamped his mouth to her other pap while he caught the wet one between two fingers and squeezed it hard.
Dahlia yipped and moaned in carnal delight as the black dude worked vigorously away at her succulent brown boobs. He dropped his hands suddenly and reached around the back of her frock, seeking out the zipper. Slowly, he drew it down, and Dahlia's frock fell in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She was wearing no underclothes, and her full ripe hips were a delicious pale brownish hue. A triangle of dark crinkly hair glistened between her legs, moist with her love juices, and she gave a sharp cry of delight as Brutus began to run his hands slowly up the insides of her thighs until they met between her legs, scraping through her warm pubic bush.
Brutus dropped to his knees and slowly spread the pouting, slickened outer lips of Dahlia's vagina, revealing the glistening interior of her cunt. Dahlia whimpered in delight as the ravenous stud leaned forward, inhaling her rich feminine scent and stroked out his tongue, sawing it up and down the velvety wetness of her sweet furrow. He strummed the erect, quivering knob of her clitoris lewdly with the tip of his tongue, and Dahlia gave a little shriek of ecstasy, beginning to undulate her lips against his face, her big wet boobs flapping up and down as she writhed in glee.
Brutus' big hands clung tightly to the full ripe cheeks of her ass as he dug his face eagerly into her muff, noisily sucking and licking the mound of flesh, forking his tongue as deep into her sweet, honeyed chasm as he could and tasting her rich, flowing juices.
As he ate her box, Brutus' hand stroked rapidly up and down the wet, rigid length of his erection.
The big black stud was really horny by this time. He drew away, panting hoarsely, the lower part of his face dripping with Dahlia's copious juices. He grinned wolfishly up at her and caught her around the waist, pulling her down on the hay beside him.
Lewdly, he grasped her legs above the knees and spread them apart, pulling the throbbing petals of her vulva away from one another and exposing the maw to her sweet cuntal furrow.
He shuffled forward on his knees and dropped his big body down above hers, planting one hand beside her waist on the hay while he fisted the pulsating base of his pecker in the other. Lowering his ass gradually, he maneuvered the thick, bloated head of his dick against the juicy twat, until it had lodged in the puckered mouth.
Then, he planted both hands firmly on the ground and began to rotate his hips lewdly and lightly jab them forward.
Dahlia stared up at his face with naked desire, little mewls and whimpers of excitement spilling from her lips. Her fingers curled into the muscular curves of his chest as she braced herself for the penetration.
Brutus didn't give her much time. He gave a savage grunt of pleasure and knifed his pelvis forward hard, brutally slamming his lower body against hers. Dahlia's wavering scream echoed through the rafters of the barn as the eleven inch prick rammed halfway up inside the black wench's hot, clasping vaginal sheath.
Brutus moaned in satisfaction as the glovelike interior of Dahlia's sweet canal tugged at his hard long prick, and then he began to work his hips vigorously to and fro, sawing in and out of the whimpering, writhing girl's hungry hole.
Dahlia locked her ankles around the small of Brutus' back and she began to buck her hips wantonly, impaling herself again and again on the thick black sex tool.
Brutus gave animalistic grunts of pleasure as he humped into her hard, his big body rippling as he strained every muscle to jam his mauler as deeply into her outrageously stretched pudendum as he could.
Their bellies smacked together rhythmically, and moist squelching noises emerged as the thick pecker sluiced in and out of Dahlia's oozing, unctuous middle, banging repeatedly against her cervix.
Dahlia screeched in pleasure, digging her fingers into Brutus' broad, muscular back.
"You like it, don't you, baby?" Brutus panted hoarsely, pumping lustily.
"YES! YES! FUCK ME, BRUTUS! FUCK ME GOOD! MMMMMMM!" Dahlia moaned, tossing her head from side to side and writhing in ecstasy beneath him like an eel.
The tempo of their fucking continued to accelerate, until Brutus was bucking into her so hard and fast he practically knocked the breath out of the slender mulatto wench each time he descended.
"AWWW, YEAH! I GONNA BLAST YA, BABE! I GONNA CUM! AARRRRGH!" Brutus roared, pounding his rigid pecker deeply into her steamy hole.
A great shudder of carnal fulfillment wracked his powerful physique as his body was consumed with the fires of erotic pleasure. His big balls jerked and boiled over, and hot, heavy streams of thick come jetted deeply into Dahlia's womb, filling her with his seed.
The powerful blasts of come triggered Dahlia's own delirious response, and she raked her fingers across Brutus' broad sweaty back and screamed with unabated lust. Her back arched, mashing her flopping boobs against Brutus' powerful chest, and her hips churned frantically. Brutus groaned in pleasure as he felt her cuntal walls and lips convulse and suck at his still spewing hose, milking him of every last drop of sperm.
Their sweaty, fulfilled bodies fell into a limp heap, and the two black lovers lay panting in one another's arms.
Above them, Melanie Wilkerson's head was whirling with startled lust and shock. She had never believed sex could be so intensely exciting! Stabs of envy and need shot through her. So this was what she had been missing!
CHAPTER TWO
Melanie shimmied down the rope from the hay loft and wandered back to the large main house in a daze. Her body felt warm and tingly, and occasionally, darts of urgent need cut through her loins. The pretty blonde sixteen year old was flushed with desire. She looked incredibly sexy with her cheeks burning red and her sky blue eyes heated with carnal lust.
She went into the house and flounced up the stairs, hurrying down the corridor to her bedroom. She shut the door carelessly behind her, not noticing that it didn't completely close.
Then, she sat down on her canopied bed and thought about what she had seen. She couldn't repress the excited tremors that were rustling through her nubile young body. A stab of impatience flew through her. Why couldn't she do what Brutus and Dahlia did? After all, she was the most privileged, prettiest girl in the state. She knew there were dozens of boys dying to get into her panties, and even more importantly, she knew dozens of boys she would LIKE to get into her panties!
Melanie stood up and unzipped her dress, taking it off and folding it neatly, placing it on the back of a chair. Slowly, she took off her slip and brassiere and panties, and stood in the middle of her room, naked.
She walked over to the full length mirror on the side of her closet and stared reflectively at the image of herself. A surge of pride rushed through her. She had a voluptuous body. One that put Dahlia's to shame, even. Her flesh was pale and porcelain smooth, creamy and silken in texture. Her high, jutting breasts were firm and melon-shaped with large strawberry-red nipples. Between her luscious legs was a lambent triangle of golden hair, glistening in the sunlight that streamed through an open window.
Luxuriantly, Melanie drew her hands over the full aching globes of her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing the palms of her hands across the throbbing nubbins. Then, she ran her hands slowly down her body, across her soft, flat belly and along her hips, feathering her fingers through the silky, damp curls of her golden pubes.
She quivered with pleasure as her cuticles brushed over the swollen puckered lips of her mons veneris. She dug her thumbs into the petals of pink flesh and drew them apart, studying the sweet glistening jewels of her cunt in the mirror. Her clitoris was erect and quivering, and she lightly brushed the tip of her forefinger across the slick knob. A bolt of electric pleasure coursed through her loins and she gave an involuntary sob of delight.
A soft sigh of excitement rustling in her throat, she began to draw her fingers back and forth across the puckered lips of her vulva and over the slick cap of her joy stick. Remembering what she had seen in the barn sent darts of white hot lust through her loins and she hooked her fingers inward, probing the hot, oily interior of her furrow.
Her heart began to pound with excitement, and all her nerve endings seemed to be on fire. Gasping with lascivious anticipation, she darted back to the bed and flung herself upon it, lying on her back and throwing her legs wide apart. She brought both of her hands between her moist thighs and began to stroke her fingers over the slick mound, titillating her clitoris and sticking her digits to the first knuckle into her tight virginal chute.
Flickering flames of rapture consumed her loins and she began to toss about and moan aloud, bucking her hips and running her fingers faster and faster across her oozing quaking slit. Her boobs bounced becomingly, the nipples jutting and erect with desire.
Meanwhile, another member of the Wilkerson family was approaching the homestead. Jarvis Wilkerson impatiently spurred his steed onward, and Marmaduke, the big thoroughbred stallion with magnificent black and white markings neighed and galloped faster toward the stables. Jarvis was sweaty and tired from the long, grueling ride he had just finished. He had ridden a good twenty miles to the town of Tremberley and had a few drinks with some buddies at a local bar. Now, his senses were slightly dulled by beer, but his athletic body was in fine shape, aching deliciously from the work-out he had just had.
In his riding outfit, Jarvis was a fine looking figure of a man. The white breeches, flaring at the hips and tucking into leather boots, clung to his hips and crotch and ass snugly, outlining his bulging basket. His jacket was perfectly cut to fit his powerfully muscled contours, and his ruggedly handsome young face was tanned by the sun and flushed and damp with perspiration, his green eyes glowing with young life.
He leapt easily down from his steed and caught Marmaduke by the bridle, patting the froth-flecked horse on the neck and speaking to him in a soothing tone. Then, he led the horse to the barn and drew open the door.
As he led Marmaduke into the barn, Jarvis heard a frantic commotion and some whispering. He looked up in surprise and saw a rather comical sight. Brutus was frantically buckling his belt while Dahlia, dressed in a frock and blouse, looked terrified and in great disarray. The two black servants had just scrambled out of Marmaduke's stall where they had quite evidently been fooling around.
Jarvis forced himself to repress a grin and said sternly, "Brutus! What on earth have you been up to! Slacking on the job again?"
"Uh, no, Mister Jarvis, sir. I-I been tawking with Dahlia here about something," Brutus stammered lamely.
"Uh huh, I'll bet you have! Well, soon as you get your pants up, take care of Marmaduke, now, you here? And you, Dahlia! You better not let Dotty catch you fooling around like this while you're supposed to be working, or she's liable to kick up a big fuss!"
"N-No, sir, Mr. Jarvis, I-I won't, sir!" Dahlia gasped, near tears, and rushed in a frenzy from the barn.
As soon as she was gone, Jarvis guffawed loudly and clapped Brutus on the back. The black buck grinned sheepishly, looking down at his feet in embarrassment.
"You're one helluva lady killer, Brutus, my man," Jarvis said, "But if my dad ever finds out you're poking Dahlia, you'd better start hunting for another job. In another state!"
Brutus got serious immediately.
"You ain't gwana tell him, is you, Mister Jarvis?"
"Me? It's none of my affair who you're fucking, Brutus. Hell, I'd like to get into Dahlia's pants myself sometime! Just keep a low profile, that's all. It's pretty dumb to be fucking around in the barn in the middle of the day."
He handed Marmaduke over to the black man and winked at him before striding out of the barn. As he strode up to the house, thinking about the illicit liaison he had broken up, Jarvis grinned and felt a lazy tug of lust at his loins. Shit, he needed a good fuck himself! And Dahlia was sure a succulent peach of a girl. He'd known about his father and the mulatto wench for years. His bedroom was right next to his dad's, and virtually every night, he could hear Dahlia's moans and screeches of carnal pleasure and the loud squeaking of the bed springs.
He wandered through the house, looking around for his sister. She didn't seem to be about either. He frowned slightly. Well, maybe she'd gone over to Missy's house. He knew his daddy wouldn't like it if he found out Melanie was traipsing around without his permission.
Jarvis decided that he needed a shower. He tossed off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt as he mounted the stairs. He drew his shirt off, flexing his tired, sweaty muscles, and strode down the corridor toward the bathroom. On the way, he had to pass his sister's bedroom.
Jarvis might have walked right on by if he hadn't heard soft cries emerging from behind the partially opened door. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he immediately stopped in his tracks and pushed the door open, not thinking that he was intruding on a private scene. What he saw made Jarvis' jaw drop and his green eyes smolder with unexpected passion.
His gorgeous sixteen year old sister lay sprawled on her bed stark naked, her legs spread wantonly apart, her hips lewdly bucking back and forth while her fingers worked frantically at her sweet, dripping pussy. Her eyes were closed, and little trilling noises of carnal delight escaped from between her full coral-pink lips.
It was the sexiest thing he'd seen in a long time, and Jarvis was paralyzed with lust and confusion. He knew immediately that it was wrong to lust after his own sister, but she was the sweetest, sexiest looking thing he'd ever set eyes on, and from the way she was responding to her probing fingers, she was also hot as a whore...
Melanie was so enwrapped in the whirling, heated sensations that had taken possession of her body that she hadn't even heard the sound of Jarvis' boots on the stairwell. But now, she suddenly sensed that there was someone in the room, perhaps because a draft had begun to blow through the opened door.
With a shock of startled fear, she opened her big blue eyes suddenly, and through her lust-clouded vision found herself looking into the smoldering eyes of her own brother.
"J-Jarvis!" she squeaked breathlessly, too shocked to make any attempt to cover herself.
Her lust-heated eyes drank in the sight of his heavily muscled, tanned torso and the conspicuous bulge in his trousers. She also saw the answering glimmer of lascivious excitement in his troubled eyes.
Quivering with passive excitement, her huge baby blue eyes fixed a pleading look on her big brother's face.
Jarvis stared at her, dumbfounded, and then took a deep breath, stepping quickly into the room and closing the door behind him. He turned the latch, and then walked slowly to the side of his sister's bed.
"Melanie, honey," he said huskily, sitting down beside her, "You've gone and blossomed into a young woman without my even noticing! Shit, honey, I must have been blind."
His burning green eyes raked over her trembling, translucent flesh, and he gently reached out and brushed his fingers over one of her pillowy bosoms, drawing it down and plucking at the ripe red nipple.
"J-Jarvis," Melanie whispered feebly, "D-Do you think we should?"
"I don't know," he replied hoarsely, looking at her, "Do you want to, honey?"
Melanie gave a ragged sigh and said softly in a quavering voice, "Yes! I-I really do!"
Jarvis nodded, his head reeling with excitement, unable to resist the temptation of his sister's luscious, beckoning body, and yet, unable to shake the nagging voice which told them that what he was contemplating doing was wrong. His heart pounded violently in his chest, and his loins seemed to be on fire. His rigid pecker stretched painfully against the tight material of his trouser leg.
He licked his lips, running his hand slowly over his sister's body, reveling in the sensation of her delicate, satiny flesh against the coarse skin of his palm.
"Melanie, have you ever done this before?" he asked softly.
She hesitated and then shook her head, biting her lip.
"Are you scared?" he said.
She smiled tremulously. "Yes, a little," she said, "But I want it more than I'm afraid of it. And, Jarvis, I know they all say it's wrong, but I'm so glad it's you who's going to introduce me to it! Really I am!"
Jarvis grinned down at her, his last lingering doubts evaporating into mist. Hell, a man would have to be a fool to turn down an invitation from a gorgeous virginal nymphet like that, even if she WAS his sister!
He bent down and brushed his lips across hers, his hot breath burning into her face. Then, he crushed his mouth hungrily against Melanie's pouting ruby-red lips, kissing her hard. Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure as their teeth grazed together and his long wriggling tongue swarmed into her mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.
He rolled on top of her, his powerful, warm body bearing down on hers deliciously, and Melanie shuddered as she felt his strength rippling through his muscles. She could feel the hard, hot outline of his prick mashing against her belly, and her loins quivered and burned in excitement.
She ran her hands over his hard, sweaty back and down to his tight, small ass, encased in the material of his riding breeches. Her head was swimming with desire.
Jarvis pressed his mouth against his sister's slender throat, feeling the pulse there and inhaling her sweet perfume. He groaned in desire and began to rain hot kisses on her delicate flesh, worming his way down her body. He kneaded and manipulated her breasts gently in his big strong hands, flicking his thumb nails across the turreting nibs. He brushed his lips across the marshmallow-like resilience of her breast, thrusting out his tongue and darting it across her pebbly aureola. With a growl of satisfaction, he affixed his lips about the nipple and sucked greedily at it, catching the erect finger of flesh between his teeth and nibbling it gently.
Melanie purred in satisfaction, arching her back and gasping as darts of pure pleasure rustled through her. She was reeling with delight. Her beloved brother was making love to her! It was almost too good to be true! She ran her fingers through his light brown hair and pulled him urgently to her breasts, his sucking mouth sending shudders of hot pleasure through her body.
Jarvis moved on, dipping his face into his sister's deep cleavage, and then sucking on her other nipple. He eased himself down further, continuing his oral trek down her succulent body, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in his wake.
He paused briefly to dip his tongue into the hollow of her navel, and then gave a low groan of pleasure as he came in contact with her delicate pubic thatch. His heart thumping like crazy, he darted his tongue rapidly to and fro, tangling it in the silken hairs surrounding her puffy mound. He laved the quivering, moist outer lips of her cunt hungrily, pressing his tongue into the sweet, heady furrow and tasting her rich, honeyed juices. Hell, he could eat a young girl's muff forever and never get tired of the flavor and smell of it! Jarvis buried his face between his sister's thighs and mashed his lips and tongue against the slick, slippery flesh of her vagina, slurping and sucking hungrily.
Melanie tossed her golden curls from side to side gasping and whimpering in dazed ecstasy as shuddering sensations of pleasure more powerful than anything she had experienced before tore through her healthy young body. Each time her brother's tongue swished over the puckered, sensitized flesh of her cunt, a blast of heated rapture rippled through her loins like a jolt of electricity.
Jarvis ferreted out her small rigid clitoris and strummed it hungrily, dexterously wrapping the tip of his tongue around it and flicking it to and fro. Melanie's hips begun to buck up and down and a small scream flew from her throat.
"OOOH! J-JARVIS! THAT'S-THAT'S SO NICE! OOOOH! OOOOOH!" she gasped aloud.
Her fingers dug frantically into his head as he continued to relentlessly suck and kiss her quavering pussy. Jarvis ran his fingers over the sweet full lobes of her ass and squeezed them gently. Then, he moved his hands up between her legs. Catching hold of the dripping lips of her vagina, he peeled them back, revealing the glistening pink jewels of her cunt. Still strumming her aching clit with his tongue, he began to work two fingers into her cuntal furrow, slowly thrusting them back and forth and wriggling his wrist.
Melanie's eyes shot open and she gave a hoarse gasp of shuddering pleasure as she felt the stiff fingers slide slowly to the second joint inside her. Her sweet, furnace-hot crevice clutched hungrily at the intruding fingers, sucking at them lasciviously.
Jarvis groaned in delight. She was so tight and silken inside he nearly shot in his pants he was so turned on! It also didn't seem to hurt her any when he worked his fingers into her cunt. That was a good sign. Though he was only twenty, Jarvis was quite an expert when it came to ladies' bodies. He'd fucked more women than he could count; girls and mature women, whores and ladies of breeding, blacks and whites and Orientals. He'd popped a good many cherries in his time too.
He'd found that girls who had been athletically inclined were the ones who suffered the least from being deflowered. All the exercise they had done sometimes spontaneously broke the hymen, rendering it relatively easy for a guy to stick his prong into the girl for the first time. This physical phenomenon was apparently what had happened to Melanie, fortuitously for her.
Jarvis wasn't hung as big as Brutus, but, then, only about ten men in the entire State could rival the black stud's mammoth phallus. However, Jarvis was extremely well-hung. His cock measured a full ten inches in length when erect, and was incredibly thick around. This stupendous piece of anatomy had been inherited from his lusty father, who also was the proud possessor of ten inches of dickmeat. Melanie's mother had been a delicate, well-bred Southern belle, and her rude initiation to sex on the first night of her wedding had been a scarring experience, for Rhett Wilkerson had not been a gentle man. After the births of her children, which weakened her constitution considerably, she had become an invalid and had locked her bedroom door against her husband at night, causing him to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere.
But Jarvis had not inherited his father's brutality. At least, he could be brutal at times, but his masculine hardness was tempered by a gentlemanly attitude inherited from his mother.
Now, he tongued his sister's cunt with avid excitement, keenly aware that he was quickly driving Melanie to the brink of orgasm.
Melanie's mind was whirling faster and faster. Something incredible, inconceivable, was happening to her. Hot flames licked around her loins, and each time her brother's tongue came in contact with her sensitized pussy flesh, a shock more intense than the last wracked her body. She was moaning wantonly now, incoherent exclamations erupting from her feverish lips. She clutched frantically at his head and began to churn her hips wildly against Jarvis' face, smothering him in slick, oozing pussy flesh.
He worked his fingers rapidly in and out of her tight, convulsing hole and sucked and slurped at her pussy lips and clitoris, enjoying her cries of passion.
Melanie threw back her head and uttered a piercing shriek of ecstasy. White hot bolts of sheer rapture enveloped her body as spasms rippled through her quaking loins. Jarvis moaned in delight as her hot juices splashed copiously on his darting, swishing tongue and he quaffed them eagerly.
Lifting his face, imbued with her sweet unctuous fluids, Jarvis stared up at his sister with smoldering green eyes.
She was shuddering in shocked ecstasy, her huge blue eyes gazing down at him, her trembling red lips parted and moist.
He scooted up until his face was level with hers and wrapped his arms around her middle, drawing her against his rugged body hard and kissing her hungrily on the lips.
Melanie shuddered with happy excitement as she tasted her older brother's hot mouth. Never had her body felt so wonderful! And she knew there was much more to come, much more sensual exploration for her to undergo. Her senses were aflame with curious desire and hunger. She drew her hands down the muscular slope of Jarvis' back and flattened her full breasts against his hard chest.
With a soft moan, she rolled over on top of him, pushing her brother onto his back on the bed and lying full length across his body. She gazed down into his face with glimmering sky blue eyes and began to shower him with warm kisses. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.
She pressed her full, soft lips against his collarbone and moved her mouth across his heaving chest, reveling in the sensation of the hard belts of muscle that rippled beneath his taut, smooth flesh. She tasted the salty sharp flavor of his sweat, and it fanned her lust even more. With a mewl of delight, she feathered her small pink tongue over his hard brown paps, suckling them voraciously. Her hands stroked up and down the front of his body, exploring his hard contours.
Jarvis gave a low moan of contentment and locked his hands behind his head, gaping down at his lovely blonde sister as she licked and kissed his sweaty athletic young body.
Melanie moved her face over her brother's flaring lat and plunged her mouth into the hollow of his armpit, inhaling the pungent scent of sweat and tangling her tongue in the salty flavored hairs there. She traveled down his body, raining it with hot wet kisses, the tip of her tongue tickling his flesh and sending ripples of excitement to his throbbing loins.
She got to the belt-line of his trousers, and with deft fingers, unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his fly. She tugged impatiently at his pants, and Jarvis obligingly raised his hips to give her some help. She yanked them down about his knees with a soft sigh of satisfaction, greedily gazing at his crotch.
Jarvis was wearing a soiled jock strap which was lifted away from his body by a tremendous hard on. A couple of inches of rigid, tumescent manmeat thrust out from beneath the jock and quivered against his belly.
Melanie's eyes widened and she cooed in admiration as she saw her first dick up close. Were all men this big? She wondered, remembering how enormous Brutus' ramrod had seemed, even from a distance. Her pussy quivered in excitement.
CHAPTER THREE
Melanie stared in growing excitement and some trepidation at her brother's enormous phallus, which lifted the elastic of his jock strap off his belly and impatiently throbbed in the air.
With a little whimper of delight, she hooked her fingers in the elastic of the jock and slowly pulled it down, snapping it snugly beneath her brother's huge, orange-sized balls.
Her hot blue eyes darted from his enormous ten inch prong to the large, bloated testicles beneath, and she shivered with wonder and rapture. Bending down, she sniffed his groin, inhaling the pungent, musky masculine odor, so alien to her now, soon to be so familiar. Pursing her lips, she brushed them very lightly across the pouting glans of the angry reddish knob that topped the thick, vein-etched shaft of Jarvis' pecker.
A pearly drop of translucent liquid quivered on the glans, and she forked out her tongue, swiping it off. The bittersweet taste was curious but not unpleasant, and experimentally, she sluiced her tongue back and forth across the spongy, heated knob.
Jarvis groaned in pleasure when his sixteen year old sister pressed her hot, parted lips against the corrugated side of his cock and suckled it greedily, swishing her tongue back and forth like a paint brush. Melanie moved slowly down the stem until she had pressed her lips into the pungent fragrance of his dark pubic bush, strumming the base of his fat root with her hot hungry tongue.
She reached out and curiously lifted his huge heavy balls into her little lily white hand. They were encased in a reddish, wrinkly sack liberally covered with crinkly hairs. Bending down again, she brushed her lips across his scrotum and flicked out her tongue, licking it curiously, tasting the musky flavor. Eagerly, her tongue darted back and forth, stroking across each come-bloated nut, sliding beneath them and titillating the underside of his sensitized scrotum. Jarvis shuddered and groaned in pleasure, his heart pounding like a sledgehammer.
"Oh, YEAH, Sis!" he gasped hoarsely, "Lick my balls, baby. Lick them good! That's great, honey! Just GREAT!"
His hot, lust-thickened voice kindled her libidinous fires even more, and Melanie redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking eagerly at his nuts.
Reaching up, she encircled the base of his rigid root and squeezed it lightly, feeling his pounding blood. She remembered the way Dahlia had sucked on Brutus' sex tool, and Melanie was suddenly consumed with an overpowering urge to do the same to her lusty young brother.
Eagerly, she lifted her head and gazed with mixed passion and trepidation at the huge, cobra-like head of his prick. Circling her lips into an 'O' she pressed them against his glans, humming in her throat with lust. Her tongue poked into the eye of his piss-slit and she lightly sucked the extreme tip of his dick.
Tentatively bobbing her head up and down, her blonde tresses cascaded down across her brother's belly and thighs like a golden waterfall. She stretched her jaws apart and curved her tongue, forming a silken trough over which his thick protruding penis could slide. Then, she slowly lowered her head and let several inches of the thick bulging phallus slip between her circled lips and scrape against the roof of her mouth.
She savored the pungent taste of him, enjoying the feel of the rubbery dick stirring inside her mouth. She wriggled her tongue back and forth, caressing the throbbing staff of his joint and sending bolts of hot lust stabbing through his loins.
"Oh, YEAH, Melanie, honey! Suck on my prick, baby! You're doing it so good, baby! That feels SO GOOD!" Jarvis moaned, beginning to hunch his hips back and forth, feeding her his pulsating joint.
He ran his fingers through her silken locks of golden hair, applying light pressure to the back of her head.
Melanie slurped and sucked wantonly, pushing her head down until she felt the rubbery knob punch against the back of her throat. She gagged as the urgently pumping youth pushed a bit harder, lodging the tip of his dick in her gullet.
Her senses reeled, and her impulse was to back off, but she remembered how Dahlia had taken the entire length of Brutus' rod into her throat. Well, she wasn't going to have it said that a mulatto hussy was a better cock-sucker than she was!
Bravely, Melanie swallowed hard, at the same time pressing her face down against her brother's crotch and opening her mouth as wide as she could. Her eyes bulged and swam with tears as she felt the bizarre sensation of a thick, rubbery pole of flesh slide deep into her gullet, completely stuffing her constricting throat with manmeat. Her bloated lips mashed against her brother's fragrant pubic bush, snapping snugly around the thick, pulsating root of his dick.
Jarvis arched his back and gave a lusty roar of pleasure. He couldn't believe what his sweet, innocent little sister had just done! She had deep-throated his entire ten inch boner, and it was the first time she'd ever had a cock in her mouth. His head swirled in rapture. Hell, she was a born slut if there ever was one! He knew some gals who'd tried time and time again, unsuccessfully, to do what she had accomplished on her first attempt. He moaned in delight as he felt the entire length of his pecker ensconced in the satiny warmth of her mouth and throat.
Melanie lifted her head slowly, letting the prick slide several inches out of her mouth, and gulped down a lungful of air before she forced her head all the way down on his cock again. She began to rhythmically bob her head up and down, sucking and slurping loudly, swallowing each time the dick slid into her throat. Quickly, her muscles relaxed and a delicious warmth rushed through her face. It was an euphoric feeling to have her mouth and throat stuffed again and again with her brother's hard manmeat, and she lashed her tongue vibrantly around the pulsating pole as it slid in and out of her mouth.
"Suck it, baby, SUCK IT!" Jarvis roared, beginning to buck his hips violently.
He clutched her head in a viselike grip and slammed her face down on his loins, beginning to stroke into her throat deeply.
Melanie's senses whirled. He wasn't being gentle anymore. His cock slammed into her throat brutally, and his fingers dug into her head painfully. But somehow, this increased her excitement incredibly. She gave muffled mewls and murmurs of pleasure, her tongue flickering to and fro rapidly, her lips straining as she sucked hard at the piston-like lance that pounded into her mouth.
"AWWW, SHIT, I'M GONNA CU-U-U-UM!" Jarvis bellowed suddenly, ramming his hips upward hard and skewering his sister's throat with his barbed javelin.
Melanie's eyes bulged as he thrust all the way into her aching gullet. She felt the heated sides of his dick expand, and then, a hot blast of searing come jetted directly into her stomach from his spasming cock.
Jarvis howled in pleasure, drawing back so his sister could taste his juices. Melanie gave a muffled gasp of astonishment as she felt his squirting seed spray over her tongue and run in thick, pungent rivulets down her throat.
It was warm and creamy and tasted unlike anything she'd tasted before. It ran in steady, sticky streams down her gullet, and she gulped it down greedily, instinctively tickling his balls with her fingers and milking as much of his spewing seed from his body as she could.
Jarvis groaned and thrashed and shuddered as he emptied a heavy load into his sister's eager mouth, and then he flopped back, panting, on the bed, gazing down at her with wondering, lust-heated eyes.
Melanie slowly, reluctantly, released his stiff pecker from her mouth and looked up at him with round, baby blue eyes. Her face was flushed with excitement, her sensuous, full red lips were gleaming and wet with saliva and come, which oozed in rivulets from the corners of her mouth. Her glittering pink tongue flicked out and swiped at the stray strands of come, and Jarvis swore to himself that he had never seen anything quite so erotic as her face at that moment.
He reached down and caught her beneath the arms, drawing her gently up until their eyes were on a level.
"I want to fuck you, baby," he said huskily, "Will you let me fuck you?"
"Oh, yes, Jarvis," she whispered softly, "I want to feel you inside me, more than anything else in the world."
He circled his hands around her warm, resilient knockers, squeezing them hard, feeling the rivet-like nipples grazing against the palms of his hands. He pushed her into a sitting position on top of him and his eyes darted hotly up and down her luscious, creamy smooth body.
Melanie was straddling her brother's hips, and she could feel his rigid, steely penis sliding wetly against her buttocks. His prick was still completely erect, imbued with her saliva and traces of his own semen, it was pressed against his belly by her weight, pulsating with excitement as she slowly began to grind her pussy lips back and forth across the stiff, corrugated stem.
"Raise yourself up on your haunches, honey," Jarvis ordered thickly, gripping her around her slender waist and lifting her up.
Melanie brought her knees together until they pressed against his sides, lifting her buns into the air.
Holding her with one hand by the hip, Jarvis dropped the other one and hefted up his huge, slippery boner, pointing it directly at the target of her wide-open, dripping twat. Then, he slowly drew Melanie down with his free hand.
"Lower yourself on me, honey," he said in a husky, passionate voice, "Go gently and at your own pace, baby."
Melanie shuddered in involuntary excitement and gave a little sharp intake of breath when she felt the fat knobby tip of his juicy cock butting against the slick maw of her shivering virginal pussy. It felt enormous, like a fist or the top of a baseball bat! She whimpered in mingled desire and fear.
"It's O.K., honey," Jarvis said soothingly, digging his fingers into her waist and gently but firmly pulling her down until the lips of her vulva widened and slipped over the tip of his glans.
When he felt himself wedged securely in place, he released her hips and ran his hands seductively up her body, gripping her jugs and pinching her rivet-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Just let yourself go, Melanie, honey," he said softly, "Just relax and let it slide up inside you."
Melanie's heart was pounding violently. She couldn't control the shudders that seemed to rustle through her sex-starved body again and again. Her cunt was on fire, and the hot pulpy mushroom-shaped cap which was lodged against the orifice sent darts of fiery delight and urgency through her loins.
She felt the warm flushes of desire begin to course through her again, and she began to relax. Tentatively, she let her weight down on him. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she uttered a soft moaning cry of wanton pleasure. The thick knob stretched her vaginal lips wider than they'd ever been stretched before, and then, with a sudden sliding motion, it was inside her, and her cuntal lips snapped snugly around the entire knob of his cockhead.
Melanie gave a sob of delight. Her constricted vagina was throbbing with rapture. The pain had been minimal; a mere aching which was quickly overwhelmed by the rush of exquisite pleasure that consumed her loins.
But she had only taken the tip of his dick inside her. The lascivious flames that were flickering in Melanie's belly were excruciating, and she had a burning desire to feel more and more of his huge log of flesh inside her hungry sex chasm.
She relaxed her entire lower body and gave a whimpering cry of quiescent desire, dropping her entire weight on his upright organ. For an instant, her tight, glove-like channel resisted the thick, turgid stem of his impossibly long sword.
Then, all at once, it stretched wide open, and Melanie's eyes bulged as she felt the unbelievably pleasurable sensation of having her entire bower of bliss crammed full of pulsating manmeat.
Jarvis' huge wedge sluiced up her slick, clinging tunnel and banged against her cervix, stretching it incredibly. Her spasming pussy lips clutched at the turgid base of his dick, and her buns were resting in her brother's lap.
Melanie sobbed in joy as she rested on top of him, savoring the sensation of having herself stuffed to the brim with a thick cock. Then, she tentatively began to move.
Jarvis was in seventh heaven. As the silken, furnace-hot sheath of her unviolated tunnel slid tightly around the bulging, vein-latticed shaft of his sensitized erection, hot fires of raging passion kindled in his lusty balls, and he gave a low moan of delight.
He had to fight off the impulse to stroke savagely in and out of her. He had to be gentle and patient until she relaxed and got used to the sensation of being fucked. He knew from experience that after a while, she would reach the point where he could man-handle her at will, and she would enjoy every moment of it. But, for the time being, she was still frightened and in awe of the unusual sensations that were stealing through her for the first time.
"Oh, my sweet sister, you're so honeyed and warm and tight up there!" Jarvis gasped in fervent t