Unknown - Southern tramp

From between his legs rose a lusty, king-sized member with a swollen reddish head, not quite as big as Brutus' gargantuan horsedick, but certainly prodigiously proportioned. It throbbed lustily a full ten inches away from his thighs, the thick sides latticed with passion-bloated veins.

Melanie whimpered and reached out, closing her fingers gently about the hot, throbbing shaft and running them lightly up and down the rubbery stem.

Randy stepper nearer to her and slid his hands around her back, gently pulling her svelte, naked body against his big brawny hardness, rubbing their hot flesh together as he kissed her hungrily. Melanie mewled in delight, running her hands down his muscular back, shivering as she felt his thick, heated manmeat sandwiched between their bellies.

Randy ground his dick lewdly against her body, panting into her ear, digging his fingers into the sweet, pillowy ass.

"Let's go into the bedroom," he whispered hotly into her ear.

Melanie pulled away from him and glanced mockingly up into his eyes.

"What, and miss your father's speech entirely? For shame, young man! We can make love here, on the porch," she said mischievously.

She turned away from him and grasped onto the railing, poking her high, pale ass at him and wiggling it lasciviously, spreading her legs wide and revealing the oozing, twitching muff.

Randy gave a low growl of salacious interest, sliding his hand between her legs and fingering her sweet, sucking pussy. His tumescent prick quivered in excitement, and he could delay no longer.

Fisting his thick rod, he guided it between her legs, gripping her by the waist with one hand as he pressed the thick, mushroom-shaped cap against her pouting, liberally lubricated cuntal lips.

Melanie sighed in contentment, oscillating her hips lewdly, and Randy shuddered as he felt the maw to her tunnel of love grasp at and hotly spasm around the glans of his sensitized pecker.

He groaned in pleasure, and gripped her tightly about the waist. Slowly, he began to hump his hips to and fro, driving his dick against her pouting twat. A shudder of delight wracked his brawny young body as he felt his pulpy tool begin to slide into the sweet, tight slickness of her pussy.

Melanie gave a sob of joy as the ten inch prick pumped into her, and she pushed back against Randy Hardman's muscular thighs, skewering herself on his huge pole, gripping tightly to the railing.

Randy grunted as he churned his hips rapidly to and fro, sinking his turgid shaft to the balls in the furnace-hot interior of Melanie's love chasm. He rested for a moment with his belly pressed against her buttocks, and then began to fuck her with deep, vigorous strokes, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her cunt and then ramming it to the hilt inside again.

He slid his hands around her waist and drew them up her luscious, silken body, digging his powerful fingers into the sweet, full globes of her tits, squeezing them hard. He caught her nipples between his knuckles and crushed them lewdly, sending darts of mingled pain and pleasure through Melanie's body.

Randy was hammering into her lustily now, little grunts of manly exertion spraying from between his clenched teeth as he thrust deeply into the blonde slut's cock-hungry pussy. Each time he pounded into her, a ripple of delirious pleasure shuddered through Melanie, and she bucked back wantonly to meet his thrusts.

Lance Hardman was winding up his speech in a burst of passionate hyperbole.

"When I am Governor of this fine state, we shall together soar to a pinnacle of glory…"

"Aaaah, Aaaah, R-Randy, I'm cu-u-u-uming!" Melanie gasped, her body writhing, flames of rapture enveloping her loins.

Randy groaned in delight as he felt shudders of ecstasy consume the gorgeous hussy's body. Her cuntal glove began to spasmodically tug at and milk his pounding boner, and wet sluicing juices sloshed around his thick joint as the little slut came and came and came.

"Oh, yeah, baby, here I come," he breathed hoarsely into her ear, "I'm gonna blast you full with my juice! Aaarrrgh!"

Melanie sobbed in pleasure when she felt his huge tool slam deeply into her. Great thick spurts of heated semen blasted into her womb with hose-like intensity, and Randy's fingers dug deeply into her breasts as convulsions of white-hot pleasure ran through his brawny, sweating young body.

Their senses dizzy with lust, the young couple stood there quivering, their bodies still moving and shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm. Below them, a thunderous applause had begun with cheers for, "Hardman! Hardman for Governor!" echoing in their ringing ears.

Randy reluctantly drew his long, bulging pecker out of Melanie's sopping pussy. She turned around, and he drew her against him, kissing her lips hungrily.

She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.

"I had better get myself together and leave before your father comes barging in here," she said.

They dressed quickly, glancing at one another frequently, their eyes full of love and desire.

As she zipped up her dress, Randy bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.

"May I see you again?" he said hotly.

"Yes," she breathed, "If you want to."

"I do, more than anything else in the world. But I don't even know your last name, or your address."

Melanie smiled at him mysteriously, fished into her purse and found a pen and a piece of paper. She scrawled something on it, folded it up and tucked it into the pocket of his shirt.

Then, she kissed him lightly on the mouth and darted from the room. He heard her light footsteps descending the stairwell rapidly.

Immediately, Randy fished out the piece of paper and unfolded it. She had written: "Melanie Wilkerson" in bold letters across the top of the paper, followed by her address and phone number.

Randy gave an amazed chuckle, suddenly realizing that the reason Melanie had seemed so familiar to him was because he had seen her picture in the papers.

"Well, I'll be damned!" he muttered.

Melanie's erotic adventures had led her to regions beyond her wildest imagination. Imagine what Daddy would do if he ever found out that I've not only been fucking Brutus, but Randy Hardman, the son of his worst enemy! Worse than that, even, Melanie was beginning to fall in love with the handsome young man…

Randy had called her the next day, and they had arranged a clandestine afternoon together. It had been wonderful; a picnic by a secluded pond and a long, luxurious bout of hot sex.

This liaison had been rapidly followed by others. In fact, there was rarely a day that the two young lovers didn't arrange to meet some how. Both of their fathers were almost always busy with the final stages of their heated campaigns, and had little time to keep track of their offspring's movements.

Melanie knew that she had at last found the man with whom she could build a life, but she was not yet ready to give up her independence. What Randy didn't know about her other erotic exploits wouldn't hurt him, she decided. So, whenever an opportunity arose for her to broaden her sexual horizons, she did not turn it down just because she happened to be in love with Randy Hardman.

One afternoon, several days after the meeting with Lance Hardman's son, Melanie stumbled into a scene which really expanded her sexual horizons considerably.

She had informed her brother that she was going to a double feature in town with her best friend, India Shilton. This was untrue. She had planned to meet Randy for a clandestine sexual encounter that afternoon, but to her great disappointment, he was required by his father to accompany the would-be Governor on to a meeting of Young Democrats, so she came on home at once, petulant and unfulfilled.