Unknown - Southern tramp

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 GONNA BLAST YA, BABE! I 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!

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 forced 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 tawking 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!"