Peaches and cream 1.

“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 18
year old Southern belle, the daughter of one of the state’s most
conservative political icons, wantonly fornicated with the big,
sweaty Black manservant.
Brutus suddenly pulled his purplish, vein-latticed mauler out
of the blonde slut’s tight, satiny cunt and scrambled up on his
knees, straddling her middle. Grabbing her big 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…

“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 18, a lovely
combination of woman and teen, 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 f****d 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! Lets go out to the barn for a while.
Dotty’s gawn to her Maw’s place fer the afternoon, and the
Wilkersons, all except Miss Melanie, is gone away. And Miss
Melanie never has no business down at the barn!”
Dahlia giggled, wiggling her hips teasingly and said, “Now,
Brutus, you are bad! You know that Dotty told me to look after
the kitchen for her till she comes back! What if she comes back
early and finds me not here? I’ll get my ass beat, that’s what!”
Brutus smiled wolfishly, licking his sensuous thick lips, and
said huskily, “Yeah! She ain’t the only one who’d like to beat
that ass, Dahlia! Only, when I do it, your gonna like it!”
Lewdly, the big brute reached down and rubbed his throbbing
crotch with his big fingers. He reached out and grasped Dahlia’s
small brown hand and drew it against his groin, pressing it there
and swiveling his hips.
Dahlia’s eyes widened as she felt the stiff throbbing of his
lust-thickened meatiness through the coarse material of his
trousers, and she gave a little whimper of excitement.
“You see how much I want you, Dahlia,” Brutus said
hoarsely, “C’mon, lets go to the barn.”
Dahlia’s resistance had fallen completely. She raised her
swimming brown eyes, large and trembling with excitement, and
slightly parted her full, moist lips.
Brutus gave a low growl and bent down, wrapping his powerful
arms around her slender form and crushing her willowy young body
against his huge physique, smothering her lips hungrily with his
own.
Melanie shuddered in lascivious delight as she watched the
two of them kiss passionately. Her own body was stirring with the
warm juices of passion, and her cunt began to tingle and quiver in
sympathetic excitement. She gaped as she watched Brutus’ big
mouth open wide and cover the lower part of Dahlia’s face as he
f****d his long thick tongue deep into the mulatto wench’s mouth.
Brutus’ big hands slid down Dahlia’s back and dug into the
high, firm cheeks of her succulent ass, squeezing them lewdly as
he crushed his pelvis against hers.
Struggling, Dahlia pushed away from him, panting hard, her
eyes wide with mingled passion and nervousness.
“Not here, fool!” she gasped, “Miss Melanie’s likely to walk
in on us, and then there’s no telling what might happen! Let’s go
on out to the barn.”
Brutus grinned wolfishly and said, “I thought you’d never
ask!”
They went together to the screen door that faced the barn,
and exited separately. Brutus went first, striding rapidly across
the lawn towards the barn, and Dahlia tripped nervously behind
him, her big brown eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one
was watching them.
If Dahlia had known that every movement she and Brutus had
made, and every word they had spoken, had been seen and heard by
Melanie Wilkerson, the black servant would have died in horror.
But Melanie had no intention of reporting on the lusty black
couple. She merely wanted to find out what it was that they did
in the barn which was so exciting.
The crafty blonde belle waited until the big barn door swung
shut behind Dahlia. Then, she darted across the kitchen and out
the screen door, and rapidly and noiselessly approached the barn.
Having been raised on her father’s estate, she knew every
nook and cranny like the back of her hand. And Melanie knew how
to get into the hay loft in the barn without having to go through
the door.
She hurried around to the back of the barn. A window high up
led into the hay loft, and a thick rope dangled to the ground from
a nail several inches below the window. Knots at various
intervals in the rope made foot and hand-holds.
Though she behaved very much like a lady in public, the
instincts of a tomboyish girlhood still remained intact in
Melanie’s lively form, and she had no trouble at all clambering up
the rope once she had kicked off her shoes. She peered cautiously
over the edge of the window, and then slipped inside. She crawled
on all fours through the hay until her face reached the square
hole that looked down into the barn. She heard the restless
stirring and neighing of the horses, and the sighs and moans of
two other beings.
Peering over the trap door, she found to her delight that she
had a perfect view of the illicit scene that was unfolding beneath
her.
Brutus had taken Dahlia into one of the empty horse stalls.
A ray of sunlight made its way through a crack in the barn wall
and bathed the two lovers in a golden honeyed beam.
The black stud was kissing Dahlia hungrily, and he had
hoisted up her skirts and was running his big coarse hands over
the luscious, smooth lobes of her tush.
He pulled away suddenly, panting with lust, and tossed off
his shirt impatiently, revealing his brawny, muscular torso. Then
his hands flew to his belt, and in a matter of seconds, he had
shed his pants and was standing before Dahlia in all his naked
glory.
Melanie could barely keep herself from gasping aloud in utter
astonishment. Her big blue eyes grew wide with wonder. She had
never seen a man’s penis before, though she had frequently
imagined what they were like. Brutus’ prick looked absolutely
gargantuan! It looked like the cock on one of the stallions her
father frequently put to stud!
Melanie’s exaggeration was not too far from the truth.
Brutus was indeed extraordinarily well hung. His pride and joy
was a full 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.
“Wow there, lady!” Brutus gasped after a few more pumps, “You
gonna milk me dry with that hot suckin’ mouth of yours!”
He released her head and backed off, his huge, saliva-imbued
honker slapping up against his firm belly noisily, glistening in
the ray of sunlight. He reached down and hefted the lovely wench
to her feet.
Reaching out, he squeezed her full, wobbling boobs through
her blouse, enjoying the feeling of the pliant, resilient flesh.
Dahlia whimpered in desire as he kneaded her tits, and shuddered
as Brutus quickly began to unbutton her blouse. He slowly drew it
back over her shoulders and Dahlia let it fall to the ground.
Brutus gave a low growl of satisfaction as he ogled her
bouncing, appetizing breasts. They were creamy brown bowls of
firm, soft flesh, capped by large, silver dollar sized nipples
which puckered outward in excitement as the big stud ran the heels
of his hands across them.
He encircled each tit in his hands and squeezed hard, rubbing
them together lewdly and lifting them in the air. Bending down,
he circled his powerful lips and sucked noisily at Dahlia’s left
tit, pulling at the soft circle of flesh like a vacuum, his tongue
flicking rapidly back and forth across the throbbing finger of
flesh. He drew away, a strand of saliva connecting her erect
nipple and his mouth, and then clamped his mouth to her other pap
while he caught the wet one between two fingers and squeezed it
hard.
Dahlia yipped and moaned in carnal delight as the black dude
worked vigorously away at her succulent brown boobs. He dropped
his hands suddenly and reached around the back of her frock,
seeking out the zipper. Slowly, he drew it down, and Dahlia’s
frock fell in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She was wearing
no underclothes, and her full ripe hips were a delicious pale
brownish hue. A triangle of dark crinkly hair glistened between
her legs, moist with her love juices, and she gave a sharp cry of
delight as Brutus began to run his hands slowly up the insides of
her thighs until they met between her legs, scraping through her
warm pubic bush.
Brutus dropped to his knees and slowly spread the pouting,
slickened outer lips of Dahlia’s vagina, revealing the glistening
interior of her cunt. Dahlia whimpered in delight as the ravenous
stud leaned forward, inhaling her rich feminine scent and stroked
out his tongue, sawing it up and down the velvety wetness of her
sweet furrow. He strummed the erect, quivering knob of her
clitoris lewdly with the tip of his tongue, and Dahlia gave a
little shriek of ecstasy, beginning to undulate her lips against
his face, her big wet boobs flapping up and down as she writhed in
glee.
Brutus’ big hands clung tightly to the full ripe cheeks of
her ass as he dug his face eagerly into her muff, noisily sucking
and licking the mound of flesh, forking his tongue as deep into
her sweet, honeyed chasm as he could and tasting her rich, flowing
juices.
As he ate her box, Brutus’ hand stroked rapidly up and down
the wet, rigid length of his erection.
The big black stud was really horny by this time. He drew
away, panting hoarsely, the lower part of his face dripping with
Dahlia’s copious juices. He grinned wolfishly up at her and
caught her around the waist, pulling her down on the hay beside
him.
Lewdly, he grasped her legs above the knees and spread them
apart, pulling the throbbing petals of her vulva away from one
another and exposing the maw to her sweet 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’M GONNA BLAST YA, BABE! I’M 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 2

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 f****d himself to repress a grin and said sternly,
“Brutus! What on earth have you been up to! Slacking on the job
again?”
“Uh, no, Mister Jarvis, sir. I – I been talking with Dahlia
here about something,” Brutus stammered lamely.
“Uh huh, I’ll bet you have! Well, soon as you get your pants
up, take care of 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 gonna tell him, are you, Mister Jarvis?”
“Me? It’s none of my affair who you’re fucking, Brutus.
Hell, I’d like to get into Dahlia’s pants myself sometime! Just
keep a low profile, that’s all. It’s pretty dumb to be fucking
around in the barn in the middle of the day.”
He handed 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 c******n, 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 3

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 b***d. 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 f****d her head all the way down on his cock again.
She began to rhythmically bob her head up and down, sucking and
slurping loudly, swallowing each time the dick slid into her
throat. Quickly, her muscles relaxed and a delicious warmth
rushed through her face. It was an euphoric feeling to have her
mouth and throat stuffed again and again with her brother’s hard
manmeat, and she lashed her tongue vibrantly around the pulsating
pole as it slid in and out of her mouth.
“Suck it, baby, SUCK IT!” Jarvis roared, beginning to buck
his hips violently.
He clutched her head in a viselike grip and slammed her face
down on his loins, beginning to stroke into her throat deeply.
Melanie’s senses whirled. He wasn’t being gentle anymore.
His cock slammed into her throat brutally, and his fingers dug
into her head painfully. But somehow, this increased her
excitement incredibly. She gave muffled mewls and murmurs of
pleasure, her tongue flickering to and fro rapidly, her lips
straining as she sucked hard at the piston-like lance that pounded
into her mouth.
“AWWW, SHIT, I’M GONNA CU-U-U-UM!” Jarvis bellowed suddenly,
ramming his hips upward hard and skewering his sister’s throat
with his barbed javelin.
Melanie’s eyes bulged as he thrust all the way into her
aching gullet. She felt the heated sides of his dick expand, and
then, a hot blast of searing come jetted directly into her stomach
from his spasming cock.
Jarvis howled in pleasure, drawing back so his sister could
taste his juices. Melanie gave a muffled gasp of astonishment as
she felt his squirting seed spray over her tongue and run in
thick, pungent rivulets down her throat.
It was warm and creamy and tasted unlike anything she’d
tasted before. It ran in steady, sticky streams down her gullet,
and she gulped it down greedily, instinctively tickling his balls
with her fingers and milking as much of his spewing seed from his
body as she could.
Jarvis groaned and thrashed and shuddered as he emptied a
heavy load into his sister’s eager mouth, and then he flopped
back, panting, on the bed, gazing down at her with wondering,
lust-heated eyes.
Melanie slowly, reluctantly, released his stiff pecker from
her mouth and looked up at him with round, baby blue eyes. Her
face was flushed with excitement, her sensuous, full red lips were
gleaming and wet with saliva and come, which oozed in rivulets
from the corners of her mouth. Her glittering pink tongue flicked
out and swiped at the stray strands of come, and Jarvis swore to
himself that he had never seen anything quite so erotic as her
face at that moment.
He reached down and caught her beneath the arms, drawing her
gently up until their eyes were on a level.
“I want to fuck you, baby,” he said huskily, “Will you let me
fuck you?”
“Oh, yes, Jarvis,” she whispered softly, “I want to feel you
inside me, more than anything else in the world.”
He circled his hands around her warm, resilient knockers,
squeezing them hard, feeling the rivet-like nipples grazing
against the palms of his hands. He pushed her into a sitting
position on top of him and his eyes darted hotly up and down her
luscious, creamy smooth body.
Melanie was straddling her brother’s hips, and she could feel
his rigid, steely penis sliding wetly against her buttocks. His
prick was still completely erect, imbued with her saliva and
traces of his own semen, it was pressed against his belly by her
weight, pulsating with excitement as she slowly began to grind her
pussy lips back and forth across the stiff, corrugated stem.
“Raise yourself up on your haunches, honey,” Jarvis ordered
thickly, gripping her around her slender waist and lifting her up.
Melanie brought her knees together until they pressed against
his sides, lifting her buns into the air.
Holding her with one hand by the hip, Jarvis dropped the
other one and hefted up his huge, slippery boner, pointing it
directly at the target of her wide-open, dripping twat. Then, he
slowly drew Melanie down with his free hand.
“Lower yourself on me, honey,” he said in a husky, passionate
voice, “Go gently and at your own pace, baby.”
Melanie shuddered in involuntary excitement and gave a little
sharp intake of breath when she felt the fat knobby tip of his
juicy cock butting against the slick maw of her shivering virginal
pussy. It felt enormous, like a fist or the top of a baseball
bat! She whimpered in mingled desire and fear.
“It’s O.K., honey” Jarvis said soothingly, digging his
fingers into her waist and gently but firmly pulling her down
until the lips of her vulva widened and slipped over the tip of
his glans.
When he felt himself wedged securely in place, he released
her hips and ran his hands seductively up her body, gripping her
jugs and pinching her rivet-like nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers.
“Just let yourself go, Melanie, honey,” he said softly, “Just
relax and let it slide up inside you.”
Melanie’s heart was pounding violently. She couldn’t control
the shudders that seemed to rustle through her sex-starved body
again and again. Her cunt was on fire, and the hot pulpy
mushroom-shaped cap which was lodged against the orifice sent
darts of fiery delight and urgency through her loins.
She felt the warm flushes of desire begin to course through
her again, and she began to relax. Tentatively, she let her
weight down on him. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she
uttered a soft moaning cry of wanton pleasure. The thick knob
stretched her vaginal lips wider than they’d ever been stretched
before, and then, with a sudden sliding motion, it was inside her,
and her cuntal lips snapped snugly around the entire knob of his
cockhead.
Melanie gave a sob of delight. Her constricted vagina was
throbbing with rapture. The pain had been minimal; a mere aching
which was quickly overwhelmed by the rush of exquisite pleasure
that consumed her loins.
But she had only taken the tip of his dick inside her. The
lascivious flames that were flickering in Melanie’s belly were
excruciating, and she had a burning desire to feel more and more
of his huge log of flesh inside her hungry sex chasm.
She relaxed her entire lower body and gave a whimpering cry
of quiescent desire, dropping her entire weight on his upright
organ. For an instant, her tight, glove-like channel resisted the
thick, turgid stem of his impossibly long sword.
Then, all at once, it stretched wide open, and Melanie’s eyes
bulged as she felt the unbelievably pleasurable sensation of
having her entire bower of bliss crammed full of pulsating
manmeat.
Jarvis’ huge wedge sluiced up her slick, clinging tunnel and
banged against her cervix, stretching it incredibly. Her spasming
pussy lips clutched at the turgid base of his dick, and her buns
were resting in her brother’s lap.
Melanie sobbed in joy as she rested on top of him, savoring
the sensation of having herself stuffed to the brim with a thick
cock. Then, she tentatively began to move.
Jarvis was in seventh heaven. As the silken, furnace-hot
sheath of her unviolated tunnel slid tightly around the bulging,
vein-latticed shaft of his sensitized erection, hot fires of
raging passion kindled in his lusty balls, and he gave a low moan
of delight.
He had to fight off the impulse to stroke savagely in and out
of her. He had to be gentle and patient until she relaxed and got
used to the sensation of being fucked. He knew from experience
that after a while, she would reach the point where he could man-
handle her at will, and she would enjoy every moment of it. But,
for the time being, she was still frightened and in awe of the
unusual sensations that were stealing through her for the first
time.
“Oh, my sweet sister, you’re so honeyed and warm and tight up
there!” Jarvis gasped in fervent tones.
He ran his fingers up her side and caressed and played with
her breasts, tickling the nipples with his cuticles.
He began to slowly, cautiously, oscillate his hips, stirring
his throbbing log inside of her. Melanie gasped as the movement
sent darts of pure ecstasy through her. The slightest movement of
the bulging tool within her sensitive, silken chasm sent bursts of
intense pleasure coursing through her body. With a sob of
awakening pleasure, she slowly lifted herself off his lap, letting
a couple of inches of his rigid, slippery cock squelch out of her.
Then, she sat back, taking the entire length inside of her again.
A shock of exquisite rapture tore through her and she cried out
loud in astonished ecstasy. Eagerly, she lifted her hips higher
into the air this time and dropped her weight upon him hard,
impaling herself wantonly on his uptight spear. It felt so good
she nearly screamed! She began to bounce on him with abandon,
swiveling her hips and churning her heated insides with his
tumescent ramrod.
Jarvis groaned in delight as she began to pump his solid
truncheon with her hot, sweet sleeve. He dropped his hands from
her bouncing, jiggling breasts and gripped onto her hips, guiding
her down onto him. At the same time, he began to draw back his
hips and hump them forward lewdly, driving into her deeply each
time she came down on him. Melanie didn’t mind his actions in the
least. No sirree, she was adapting to the sensations of getting
fucked like a fish to water! Jarvis grinned lewdly. Hell, his
sister was one of the hottest little sluts he’d ever come across!
He began to hammer his pelvis back and forth vigorously,
stabbing his dick up into her heavenly chasm again and again.
Melanie was groaning and screeching with glee, her suckling cuntal
lips making loud, squelching noises as they clutched and released
the pounding base of his cock.
“Yeah, Melanie honey, feels good, doesn’t it?” Jarvis moaned,
looking up at her with hot green eyes.
“Y-YES!” she gasped brokenly, “S-SO GOOD! MMMMMM!”
Her canopied bed was beginning to creak and bounce noisily,
and out of the corner of his eye, Jarvis caught sight of their
reflection in the mirror. Hell, it turned him on to watch his
lovely blonde sister bouncing wantonly up and down on his cock!
He had never been so fucking horny in his life!
He gave a low salacious growl and gripped tight hold of his
sister’s waist, skewering her deeply on his dick.
“Hold still, babe,” he ordered huskily, and Melanie
obediently stopped squirming, panting with exertion and desire.
With his entire, rock-hard truncheon imbedded completely in
her aching snatch, Jarvis rolled the two of them over so that
Melanie was lying on her back on the bed and her lusty older
brother was nestled on top of her.
Luxuriantly, he stirred his massive rod in her depths,
savoring the sweet, tight, hot tunnel of flesh. He slid his hands
down and gripped her beneath the knees, slowly bending them
forward. He placed her ankles over his shoulders and slid his
arms around her legs, planting his hands on the bed on either side
of her head.
He stared down into her beautiful, flushing features, framed
by the disheveled golden halo of her hair, and his belly knotted
with white-hot coals of lust. He gave a low growl of passionate
need and backed his ass away from her, drawing his rigid ramrod
almost all the way out of her cunt.
Then, he knifed forward with a bestial grunt, slamming his
dick into her hard, their bellies mashing together. Melanie’s
features contorted in a grimace of delight and she gave a
soundless gasp of passion. Her hands flew up and grabbed onto his
thick, bullish neck, digging into it in a frenzy of lust, and she
began to undulate her hips wantonly, swishing them from side to
side and churning his long rod deep inside her sweetly honeyed
interior.
“I’m gonna fuck you real good now, honey,” he breathed
hoarsely, his green eyes flashing with prurient fervor, “I’m gonna
show you what it feels like to be a woman!”
He began to pump rhythmically, gradually increasing the force
and frequency of his strokes. His big wet balls slapped noisily
against her buttocks each time he slammed against her. Melanie’s
breath rushed from her lungs in little whimpers and gasps each
time she felt her big brother’s prick slice up inside of her,
deliciously chaffing the sensitized sides of her slick, sweet
tunnel.
Flutters of passionate joy began to accelerate in the girl’s
quaking loins, and her mind began to reel with lust.
“OOOOH! OOOOH! J-JARVIS! I – I THINK IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN
AGAIN! AAAAAH!” she screamed, bucking her hips wildly.
“You going to come, baby? You gonna pump your sweet juices
around my pounding prick?” her brother panted.
“Y-YE-E-E-S! AAAAAAAAAH!” she shrieked, tossing her head
violently from side to side.
Molten lava seemed to seethe through the lower part of her
body, rolling over her nerve endings and setting them on fire.
Her cunt convulsively sucked and quivered around Jarvis’ ramrod
which plunged in and out of her harder and harder, faster and
faster.
Jarvis shuddered in delight as he felt the tight, clasping
sleeve of her heated cuntal furrow squeeze and milk the pumping
shaft of his cock, and he felt the sweet, unctuous liquid sluice
around his quivering, lust-thickened joint as his sister came and
came and came!
From the sound of the sobs and cries she was making, Jarvis
realized that Melanie was having one helluva powerful multiple
orgasm, and he relentlessly continued to grind his hips back and
forth, driving his dick in and out of her sweet hole, stuffing her
to the brim with his long, hard pecker.
Melanie’s senses were whirling. The feelings that flooded
through her body were so intense. She moaned and gasped with joy,
her body shuddering as spasms and spasms of orgasmic intensity
rippled through her pussy.
Jarvis swiveled his hips, slowing down the rapid pace of his
strokes, grinding to a stop.
Then, he slowly drew his prick out of her aching, oozing
cunt. The long fat slab of meatiness flapped up against his
washboard rippling belly with a moist slapping sound. His eyes
were still blazing with lust.
He bent down and kissed Melanie on the lips, stroking her
trembling body with his hands soothingly.
She opened her eyes, and they were a dark, hot blue, like a
troubled sea in a storm.
“You want me to stop, honey?” he asked huskily, “You had
enough?”
Melanie shuddered and shook her head dumbly, her eyes
pleading for his cock. He grinned wolfishly, always ready to
oblige a woman with a need for a good, long fuck session.
But Melanie had one more virginal orifice he wanted to
explore.
“Turn over on your belly, baby,” he ordered huskily.
Obediently, Melanie rolled over. Jarvis’ eyes greedily swept
down to the full, firm cheeks of her creamy, translucent ass. He
ran his fingers down her back and dug them into the pliant,
shimmering mounds of flesh. Spreading them apart, he revealed the
sweet winking rosette of her unviolated asshole. It was pink and
puckered and looked incredibly tight.
Jarvis scooted down and lowered his face slowly until it was
inches away from the marshmallow-like lobes of her high, firm
buns. He blew hot air between the quivering butt cheeks, and
slowly leaned forward. Puckering his lips, he pressed them
against the quivering bunghole, letting her buttocks close about
his face. He forked out his tongue greedily and swiped it over
the slick, tight anus, tasting the pungent flavor of it, his heart
hammering violently in his chest.
Melanie’s body jerked and she gave an astonished gasp of
pleasure. Jarvis was revealing to her erotogenic areas she had
never imagined could be aroused before. Jarvis began to work his
tongue back and forth rapidly, plunging the tip of it against the
puckered maw, inserting it slowly into the tight, clenching muscle
until it slid into the blazing, clutching interior of her colon.
A sob of dumbfounded delight broke in Melanie’s throat and
she lifted her ass instinctively, giving her libidinous brother
easier access to her sweet nether chasm. Jarvis eagerly snaked
his tongue back and forth, driving it almost two inches into her
slick, pungent furrow and pulling it back again. From the manner
in which she reacted to this ass tonguing, Jarvis could tell that
sodomizing his sister wasn’t going to be all that difficult.
He lifted his head abruptly and scooted up on the bed.
“Get up on your hands and knees, Melanie,” he ordered
huskily.
Trembling with erotic anticipation, she complied, lifting her
sweet, pale little ass in the air and spreading her legs
instinctively.
Jarvis peeled back the cheeks of her buttocks, revealing her
puckered anus, gleaming with his saliva and winking spasmodically.
His pecker jerked in excitement, and he shuffled forward, nestling
the bulging, slippery knob of his prick between her pillowy butt
cheeks until it pressed against the tight mouth of her anus.
Then, he gripped her firmly about the middle and braced
himself. He knew that her asshole was damned tight, and that it
would probably hurt her a lot when he first penetrated her. The
best thing to do, he decided, was to give her the full treatment
as fast as possible.
He took a deep breath and then, with a savage grunt, the
muscles in his arms bulging as he gripped her waist hard, Jarvis
slammed his hips forward. For an instant, her stubborn sphincter
muscle resisted the lusty onslaught, and then it was stretched
wide apart as the huge slab of slick, heated manmeat rammed ten
inches inside Melanie’s blazing, ravaged innards.
Melanie’s eyes and mouth shot open as white-hot pain suddenly
ripped rudely through her bowels. Then, she uttered a piercing,
frantic scream.
“J-JARVIS! Y-YOU’RE KILLING ME! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!”
she screamed frantically.
Jarvis nestled his hips against her shuddering buns, stirring
his cock deep inside her guts. He felt her throbbing, agonized
sphincter muscle spasmodically clenching and releasing the
enormous obstacle that had so rudely intruded into her virginal
anal passageway.
“Relax, honey, just relax and it will start to feel better,”
Jarvis said soothingly to his sobbing sister.
At first, she had struggled, trying to break away from him,
but her powerfully built brother was no match for her. He held
her in a viselike grip, imbedding the entire length of his
gigantic truncheon to the root inside of her. Jarvis shuddered,
the flaming, satiny membranes of her rectal chute sluicing around
the pulsating thickness of his manhood.
Then, he began to move, slowly. He backed up several inches
and pumped back into her, gently stirring his rod in her violated
intestines. He drove in and out, pulling a little more of his dick
out of her each time, pushing into her a little harder each time.
Melanie’s frantic sobs began to abate, suddenly. Now she was
gasping and giving little startled whimpers of awakening pleasure.
A strange, dark, billowing sensation began to course through her
bowels, a peculiar ecstasy. The sharp pains had evaporated, and
she was suddenly becoming consumed by incredibly exciting
sensations. She began to mewl in delight, and hot fires of desire
raged furiously through her body. She arched her back and began
to instinctively push her trembling buttocks back against Jarvis’
body.