Unknown: Southern tramp

Melanie's eyes bulged as a wave of sheer, white-hot agony ripped through her bowels. Her inflamed sphincter muscle was stretched violently as the gigantic pole of flesh and gristle plowed deeply into her colon and lodged itself in her quaking guts. She screamed aloud, but this time in agony, trying desperately to pull away from the brawny brute who had so cruelly plowed into her asshole.

But Les held her in a viselike grip, relentlessly pressing on until every last inch of his horse-sized tumescence had disappeared inside of her. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt the circle of her clasping sphincter muscle snap snugly around the base of his dick, and the heated, satiny sheath formed by her rectal membranes squelch deliciously over the pulsating sides of his pecker.

He rocked from side to side, stirring his mighty tool inside of her, very slowly beginning to stroke back and forth, gradually increasing the rhythm and force of the movements.

Melanie was beginning to recover from the shuddering pain which had temporarily brought spots before her eyes and overwhelmed all of her other senses. Her anus still ached, but a deep, dark rippling pleasure was beginning to roll through her bowels. As Les began to pump his hips back and forth rhythmically, the intensity of the pleasure increased steadily, until she was yelping and gasping and sobbing in euphoric rapture.

"You like that, don't ya, bitch? You like my fuckin' pecker rammed up your hot tight ass, huh?"

Melanie's only response was an incoherent screech of blind pleasure, and she bucked her hips frantically back against him, impaling herself again and again on his gigantic ramrod.

Jarvis was so turned on by Melanie's reaction to getting sodomized by his brutish friend that he couldn't resist getting into the action. Scrambling down onto the floor, Jarvis rolled on his back and slid under Melanie.

Les saw what his pal was trying to do and aided him by bodily lifting the trembling, skewered girl and forcing her to straddle her brother's hips. Before Melanie knew what was happening, she was being lowered upon her lusty older brother's upright organ.

She sobbed in delight as his rock-hard ten inch dick penetrated her to the core. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. Two enormous cocks were imbedded to the balls in her body, and two handsome young studs were bucking their hips savagely, driving their dicks in and out of her as fast and hard as they could.

A thin delicate membrane of flesh separated the two bulging logs of flesh, and Melanie could feel them rubbing together as they stuffed her completely full time and time again.

Lying on his back, Jarvis reached up and grabbed Dahlia's legs, pulling her down on top of him so that her pussy was mashed against his mouth. Then, he continued to eat out the black girl's throbbing cunt while he fucked his sister hard.

Delirious with lust, Melanie reached out and gripped hold of Dahlia's full, bouncing titties, squeezing them hard, savoring the pliant, warm texture of the pillowy lobes.

"Oooooh! Oooooh! I'm gonna come!" Melanie shrieked suddenly.

Jarvis redoubled his efforts, lifting his hips clean off the floor and bucking them wildly back and forth, fucking his sister as hard as he could. At the same time, "Bull" Tyborg battered Melanie's aching rectum violently, grunts of bestial passion spraying from between his clenched teeth as he slammed deeply inside of her.

Melanie shrieked again and again, her body writhing in ecstasy as gushes of white-hot orgasmic passion washed through her loins. She shuddered in mindless rapture, coming harder and longer and more intensely than she'd ever come before.

Les sodomized her brutally, slamming his dick in and out of her clutching, sucking guts with feverish strokes as his vision clouded over with lust. Suddenly, he uttered a bellow of bull-like pleasure and skewered her completely on his foot long truncheon. Melanie whimpered in pleasure as she felt the huge fleshy log expand and let loose with a gut-blasting burst of hot, heavy man-juice. It fountained into her intestines again and again, spurting her full of thick, creamy spunk.

At that moment, Jarvis gave a muffled moan of delight, shudders of rapture convulsing his brawny young body as Melanie swooned. He spasmed and spat, jets of semen catapulting deep into Melanie's throbbing womb. Her insides felt bloated with cock and spunk, and when the two gasping young studs drew their moist, shrinking dongs out of her body, Melanie collapsed on the floor, weak and exhausted from the more than excruciating fuck session. She could hardly move she was so spent, and Jarvis lifted her onto the bed to rest.

Then, he and Les Tyborg took turns fucking the hell out of Dahlia…

The days continued to speed by in rapid succession, and Melanie was becoming quite reckless in her sexual exploits. A day didn't go by when she wasn't embarking on another sexual adventure. She fucked her brother constantly. Frequently, she would sneak into his bedroom at night, or he would come into hers, and they would copulate till dawn.

Then, she was seeing Randy Hardman regularly, and they found all sorts of places to make love in. Once, she sucked him off in a movie theater. A couple of times, they went to a drive-in and fucked in the back seat. Once, they even made it in a phone booth!

The last week before the election had come, and Jarvis and Melanie saw even less of their father than before. He usually breezed in late at night when everyone had gone to bed, and had left early in the morning before either of his children had gotten up.

One day, three days before the election, Melanie was feeling especially horn. Randy was unable to see her until that evening, and Jarvis was out riding with his buddies.

Well, what about Brutus? She thought suddenly. She had had sex with the hulking black stud on two occasions since the excursion to town, but Brutus was a bit skittish about getting it on with the boss' daughter, and besides, Melanie had been so busy "expanding her horizons" that she hadn't had many chances for repeat performances.

She rapidly darted downstairs and out the front door, crossing around to the back of the house toward the barn, where Brutus usually hung out. Sure enough, he was there all right, splitting logs. Stripped to the waist, wearing a pair of tight dungarees that were rolled up at the ankles, he lifted the axe and brought it down with deft blows, cutting through the pieces of wood like butter.

Melanie paused to admire the way his bulging muscles rippled beneath his mahogany hued, sweaty flesh. A tremor of excitement rushed through her groin, and she called sweetly, "Brutus! Oh, Brutus!"

The big black guy rested on his axe, panting hard, wiping the sweat off his brow as he squinted through the sun's blazing rays at the pretty blonde Wilkerson girl.

"Yes, ma'am?" he said, inquiringly.

"I'm awfully sorry to disturb you, Brutus, your being so busy chopping the wood and all, but I really do need some help!"

"Why, sure, Miss Melanie, what is it you want me to do?"

"I've been collecting some of my old things to give to the Salvation Army, and I put them in a trunk, and I need to get someone strong to carry it downstairs for me."

She batted her long lashes at him coquettishly and flashed him a dazzling smile.

Brutus felt a familiar tremor of excitement flood through him when he saw the gorgeous hussy look at him that way, and he felt his cock begin to stir in his trousers.

"I'll carry it down, ma'am. Just give me a chance to wash myself off some."

"Oh, no," Melanie said, a mite too quickly, "I mean, don't worry about that, Brutus. You'll just get all hot and bothered again lifting that old trunk, and have to get under the pump anyway."

"All right, ma'am," he said, striding beside her toward the house.