Unknown - Southern tramp

"Yeah, baby, Yeah!" he moaned in delight, slamming into her hot box again and again, "That feels so good! Mmmmmmm!"

Melanie gasped and whimpered with ecstatic glee, pushing back against him, digging her fingers into the sheets as tremors of searing pleasure raced through her loins.

"From the campaign headquarters of Rhett Wilkerson, here is the man himself being interviewed by our reporter, Nat Staunch."

"Mr. Wilkerson, this is the closest gubernatorial race in our state's history. Do you still maintain that you will emerge victorious in the end?"

"I think there's no question about it, Nat. The people of this state want stability and virtue, and sound, tried ideas. They know that I will deliver what I promise. They know my spotless record. Hardman is just a flash in the pan. I think you'll see soon, when the returns from the Southern counties come in, that I will be ahead by a considerable margin…"

"Ooh, Melanie, baby! I-I can't hold it back much longer! I think I'm gonna shoot!" Randy gasped hoarsely.

He rammed into her deeply, stuffing his thick horsedick to the balls into her aching cunt. Melanie's head whirled with libidinous excitement. Ripples of hot, molten pleasure began to accumulate deep within her loins. As Randy slammed into her again and again, her cunt began to burn hotter and hotter, and suddenly, a tumultuous explosion of incredible intensity wracked her middle, and she screamed with joy, uncontrollable shudders of rapture running up and down her body.

"Awwwwww, baby! Here it is! Take it,sweetheart! Aaarrrrgh!" Randy roared.

He pounded into her hard, gripping tightly to her hips as his balls began to tighten and seethe with boiling male juices.

Great spurts of white-hot semen hurtled up the tubes of his spasming dick and fountained deep into Melanie's quaking womb. Randy groaned and shuddered and twitched with carnal delight, Melanie's sucking, spasming cunt milking every last drop of pungent man juice from his virile balls.

He pulled out of her cunt, panting hard, his big pecker still stiff as a ramrod.

"Turn over honey," he said huskily.

Melanie rolled over on her back, gasping and shuddering with the aftershocks of a mind-shattering multiple orgasm. Her sweet, golden-fringed pussy was glittering with her juices and with flecks of Randy's creamy semen, which streamed down her thighs in steady rivulets.

"I'm not through yet, baby," he said thickly, "Not by a long shot!"

He rolled his brawny, sweaty body on top of hers, and moments later, the bed was creaking and groaning as two lusty young bodies slapped wetly together, their moans and cries mingled with the steady voice of the anchorperson on the television set.

They fucked for most of the night, and were probably the last persons in the state to find out who won the election.

Early the next morning, they woke up a preacher, and two days later, the headlines of the scandal rags blared: governor's child weds child of defeated opponent!

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship…

Lance Hardman was furious. Not only had he lost the gubernatorial election, but he had suffered the further indignation of having his only son elope with the daughter of his hated rival. And, what made it worse, he had learned of the elopement not through private sources, but from the headlines of a scandal sheet. He had chosen to laugh off the article as bogus at first – until he received a phone call from Randy later on in the day, apologetically telling him that the news was true.

Lance had blown his stack, demanding that Randy come home at once, calling him an ungrateful, immature punk who needed to be taught a lesson, and making all kinds of threats. After listening to a few minutes of this ranting and raving, Randy had hung up on his father, and Lance was left clutching the silent receiver in his trembling, sweaty hand, seething in helpless rage.

At once, he had procured the services of a private detective, and offered the man a lavish sum of money if he could locate the whereabouts of the young "Romeo and Juliet", as the press hastily dubbed them.

He soon was informed that the couple were staying at the Bates Motel under an alias, and decided to make a move. The young liberal politician was not thinking too clearly. He had lost his first major election, and that had been a pretty severe blow to his ego. But this final act of humiliation seemed too much for him to bear. He had to do something about it, though exactly what, he hadn't rationally considered. An annulment, perhaps. A divorce, certainly.

When he received the information about where to find Randy and Melanie, Lance impulsively jumped into a limousine and sped off towards the Bates Motel without the benefit of a chauffeur. He cruised to a stop in front of the hotel, and quickly spotted his son's car parked in front of one of the cottages. He sat fuming in his limousine, trying to decide what the best course of action would be. But before he could make up his mind, the door opened and Melanie Wilkerson Hardman emerged from the cabin, sauntering to the car.

The pretty blonde, with her saucy blue eyes and upturned nose, certainly looked gorgeous in a frothy white summer dress which clung to her lithe body, her curly hair hanging in golden tresses about her shoulders. She got into his son's car and started the engine. Randy was no where to be seen. Lance impulsively decided to follow her.

Melanie was going into town to pick up a load of groceries. She and Randy were having an idyllic little honeymoon tryst at the out of the way hotel. They had called the press the morning afterwards and let the story break, so that there would be no way for either of their fathers to hush up or quell the marriage without causing a scandal.

Melanie had never been so happy in her life. She had left her handsome husband sprawled naked on the motel room bed, fast asleep, after a night of unbridled, passionate love-making.

She pulled up in front of the grocery and sprang out of the car, not noticing the dark limousine that had trailed her from the motel.

Her arms full of groceries, Melanie emerged from the store and found herself confronting a tall, powerfully built man of about forty, who was leaning against her husband's car, a rather severe expression creasing his craggy features. With a sudden tremor of shock, she recognized Randy's father, Lance Hardman.

Masterfully repressing her feelings of trepidation, Melanie conjured up her sweetest smile and said in a voice like honey, "Why, hello, Mr. Hardman! It's nice to see you! Or, should I call you 'Daddy?'"

Lance Hardman hadn't realized how radiantly beautiful his unwanted daughter-in-law really was.

The sight of the lovely Southern belle up close was rather disarming, and he felt his righteous indignation begin to get tinged with reluctant admiration for his son's choice of a mate.

"Miss Wilkerson, we must have a talk," he said grimly, "If you would be so kind as to get into the back seat of my limousine?"

He ushered her with stiff politeness to the dark Cadillac, and Melanie meekly complied with his request, realizing that she'd have to tackle Randy's dad sometime or another anyway, and now was as good as ever.

The windows of the limousine were tinted so that outsiders couldn't see in, though one could see out. As Melanie got in beside her big, good-looking father-in-law, she suddenly realized what an attractive guy he really was.

At forty, Lance Hardman was extremely well-preserved, retaining the burly, muscular physique which had made him a first-rate college athlete. He had short reddish brown hair and clear green eyes. Now, he was wearing a rather disheveled short sleeved shirt and tightly fitting corduroy trousers which clearly outlined his amply sized basket.