Unknown - Southern tramp

Jarvis lifted his head and watched with prurient interest as his sister eagerly licked and sucked his friend's impressively proportioned penis. Her puffy coral-pink lips and flicking pink tongue sent darts of excitement through the lusty youth's body. He loved to watch a hot young slut in action, and somehow, the sight of his own sister getting off on a guy's prick really turned Jarvis on.

But he wanted to see something else, too.

"Hey, Melanie, honey," he said hoarsely, "Why don't you give old Les a rest for a while and give me a hand – or rather, a head – with Dahlia here!"

Melanie raised her head and looked at him in surprise, and Les Tyborg's eyes sparkled in lascivious interest.

Melanie glanced doubtfully at the pretty black girl. Her eyes darted down Dahlia's body, from the full, bouncing brown breasts to the supple thighs. Her patch of kinky dark hair was wet and glistening with Jarvis' saliva, and her legs were spread wide apart so Melanie had a good view of the gleaming pink jewels of the mulatto girl's vagina.

Suddenly, Melanie's doubts were wiped away as she felt a stab of salacious interest. Dahlia's wide-open gash looked as juicy as a peach, begging to be sucked and licked.

With a soft cry of excitement, Melanie shuffled over on her knees beside her brother and leaned down, pursing her lips and pressing them against the sticky, sweet slit. She inhaled Dahlia's musky feminine scent and flitted out her tongue, sluicing it up and down the bloated, dripping furrow, tasting the unctuous juices that were flowing from the black girl's middle. She felt Dahlia respond with feverish pleasure, mewling incoherently and bucking her hips lewdly back and forth, mashing her wet, sloppy pussy against Melanie's face.

Then, Jarvis pressed his face along side of his sister's, their cheeks touching, and his long, wriggling tongue began to swipe over Dahlia's cunt, too. Their flailing, laving tongues intertwined and delved deep into the hot, pungent furrow. They took turns laving the sticky, throbbing clitoris and fucking Dahlia's tight hole with their tongues.

Les Tyborg wasn't about to just sit there and gawk while the Wilkersons ate out Dahlia's buttery box.

He dropped to the floor behind Melanie, and ran his big hands down the length of her smooth, sleek back, cupping her pillowy buttocks in his hands and squeezing them lewdly.

He drew apart the cheeks of her ass and stared greedily at the winking pink jewel of her anus. His belly tightened as white hot coals of lust smoldered within him. His eyes darted lower, catching sight of the pouting, golden fringed mound of Melanie's quivering vagina.

He dropped to the floor, rolling on his back, and scooted between Melanie's legs so that he was staring up at the spread, oozing lips of her pink, twitching twat. Leaning up, he mashed his hungry lips against her pussy and sucked it loudly, lashing his tongue lewdly back and forth across the slit, digging it deeply into the crevice. Hell, did she taste sweet and fine! He dug his thumbs into the folds of Melanie's delicate vulva, peeling them back, and plunged his face deeply into her crotch, thrusting out his tongue as far as it could go, driving it a couple of inches into her deep silken sheath. As he felt it clinging convulsively and sluicing around his tongue, the heat from her insides blasting into his face, ripples of white-hot passion coursed through the horny young stud's body, making his rigid cock quiver and jump.

Melanie gave a muffled moan of delight. She and Jarvis continued to avidly eat out Dahlia's pussy, and the black girl was screaming and bucking her hips wildly now, her juices spilling copiously onto the flicking tongues of brother and sister as they brought her to orgasm. Melanie lapped up the sweet fluids, shuddering as Les Tyborg's probing tongue sent darts of hot excitement shooting through her middle.

Les suddenly pulled his face away from the blonde slut's hot pussy and slid out from under her.

He got up on his knees, panting hard, and gripped the thick base of his twelve inch lance. Bending it down, he guided it between Melanie's raised ass cheeks until it slid back and forth across the slick, dripping mouth of her hot snatch.

Melanie shuddered as she felt the huge head of Les' dick scrape against the throbbing lips of her pussy, and she raised her ass high, instinctively allowing him easier access to her sweet chasm of love.

"The Bull" growled in salacious appreciation, jerking his cock up, and churning his powerful hips back and forth until the thick head banged against the tight, squelching maw to her sweet, honeyed recesses. Melanie shuddered. It felt as though he were grinding his fist against the opening to her vaginal chute. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and shudders of expectant excitement and some trepidation swept through her uncontrollably.

Les slowly edged forward, pumping his pelvis to and fro, swiveling his hips as he thrust against the resisting mouth of the cuntal orifice.

He gave a savage grunt of pleasure as he felt her tender flesh began to stretch to accept his enormous truncheon. Melanie's eyes shot open and bulged as she felt herself getting stretched far more than her insides had ever been stretched before. Her jaw dropped and she shuddered in a soundless scream as Les suddenly rammed his body forward, digging his hands cruelly into her waist. His huge wedge of meat stuffed her vaginal sheath full, bloating her belly as Tyborg pounded himself savagely into her. Finally, he had forced the entire length of his twelve inch truncheon deep into her aching, violated cunt, and was mashing his hairy thighs against her quivering buttocks.

Melanie lifted her head from Dahlia's lap and uttered a piercing scream. The room was reeling around her and her vision had clouded. Tumultuous explosions were flying through her loins, flames of rapture and agony interweaving as Les began to pump his huge poker in and out of her impossibly tight sheath.

"Oh, yeah, baby! You're tight as a drum in there, aren't ya? And hot as an oven!" Les growled salaciously, undulating his hips and flexing his ass muscles as he relentlessly drove his gargantuan joint in and out of her dripping twat.

As waves of incredible pleasure began to crash through her, Melanie sobbed aloud in delirious delight, thrashing about, her eyes rolling back into her head, her lips forming an 'O'. Her entire body jerked and shuddered each time Les Tyborg rammed forward and pounded his steely member deep into her throbbing canal.

Jarvis was staring at his sister with smoldering, excited eyes. She was obviously really getting a brutal fucking, and loving every minute of it! Jarvis' cock twitched with lascivious excitement.

He was worming two fingers in and out of Dahlia's cunt, jabbing them deeply inside of her. With his free hand, he stroked his own ten inch pecker which bulged and throbbed in front of him.

Les fucked Melanie hard for several minutes. He brought his hands to her full, quivering butt cheeks and squeezed and patted them as he pumped into her. Then, he peeled them back and ogled the sight of her sweet, quivering pink rosebud of an asshole again. Hell, it turned him on to look at that tiny orifice! He wanted to know what it felt like to bury his massive mauler to the hilt inside her guts. He knew if he continued to pound his pecker in and out of her honeyed, sucking vagina he would shoot his jism really soon. And he wanted to sample her other delights first.

With an abrupt movement, he drew the entire length of his foot long prong out of Melanie's sopping, shuddering pussy, making a loud squelching pop as it left her body. Melanie gave a low whimper of regret, mewling and swiveling her hips, so hungry for cock she could hardly stand it.

Les Tyborg didn't give her any time to cool off. He immediately positioned the thick rubbery tip of his sopping, slippery pecker against the puckered eye of her anus, then gripped hold of her waist and, with an animalistic grunt, hammered his hips forward violently.