Unknown - Southern tramp

Melanie tossed her golden curls from side to side gasping and whimpering in dazed ecstasy as shuddering sensations of pleasure more powerful than anything she had experienced before tore through her healthy young body. Each time her brother's tongue swished over the puckered, sensitized flesh of her cunt, a blast of heated rapture rippled through her loins like a jolt of electricity.

Jarvis ferreted out her small rigid clitoris and strummed it hungrily, dexterously wrapping the tip of his tongue around it and flicking it to and fro. Melanie's hips begun to buck up and down and a small scream flew from her throat.

"Oooh! J-jarvis! That's-that's so nice! Ooooh! Oooooh!" she gasped aloud.

Her fingers dug frantically into his head as he continued to relentlessly suck and kiss her quavering pussy. Jarvis ran his fingers over the sweet full lobes of her ass and squeezed them gently. Then, he moved his hands up between her legs. Catching hold of the dripping lips of her vagina, he peeled them back, revealing the glistening pink jewels of her cunt. Still strumming her aching clit with his tongue, he began to work two fingers into her cuntal furrow, slowly thrusting them back and forth and wriggling his wrist.

Melanie's eyes shot open and she gave a hoarse gasp of shuddering pleasure as she felt the stiff fingers slide slowly to the second joint inside her. Her sweet, furnace-hot crevice clutched hungrily at the intruding fingers, sucking at them lasciviously.

Jarvis groaned in delight. She was so tight and silken inside he nearly shot in his pants he was so turned on! It also didn't seem to hurt her any when he worked his fingers into her cunt. That was a good sign. Though he was only twenty, Jarvis was quite an expert when it came to ladies' bodies. He'd fucked more women than he could count; girls and mature women, whores and ladies of breeding, blacks and whites and Orientals. He'd popped a good many cherries in his time too.

He'd found that girls who had been athletically inclined were the ones who suffered the least from being deflowered. All the exercise they had done sometimes spontaneously broke the hymen, rendering it relatively easy for a guy to stick his prong into the girl for the first time. This physical phenomenon was apparently what had happened to Melanie, fortuitously for her.

Jarvis wasn't hung as big as Brutus, but, then, only about ten men in the entire State could rival the black stud's mammoth phallus. However, Jarvis was extremely well-hung. His cock measured a full ten inches in length when erect, and was incredibly thick around. This stupendous piece of anatomy had been inherited from his lusty father, who also was the proud possessor of ten inches of dickmeat. Melanie's mother had been a delicate, well-bred Southern belle, and her rude initiation to sex on the first night of her wedding had been a scarring experience, for Rhett Wilkerson had not been a gentle man. After the births of her children, which weakened her constitution considerably, she had become an invalid and had locked her bedroom door against her husband at night, causing him to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere.

But Jarvis had not inherited his father's brutality. At least, he could be brutal at times, but his masculine hardness was tempered by a gentlemanly attitude inherited from his mother.

Now, he tongued his sister's cunt with avid excitement, keenly aware that he was quickly driving Melanie to the brink of orgasm.

Melanie's mind was whirling faster and faster. Something incredible, inconceivable, was happening to her. Hot flames licked around her loins, and each time her brother's tongue came in contact with her sensitized pussy flesh, a shock more intense than the last wracked her body. She was moaning wantonly now, incoherent exclamations erupting from her feverish lips. She clutched frantically at his head and began to churn her hips wildly against Jarvis' face, smothering him in slick, oozing pussy flesh.

He worked his fingers rapidly in and out of her tight, convulsing hole and sucked and slurped at her pussy lips and clitoris, enjoying her cries of passion.

Melanie threw back her head and uttered a piercing shriek of ecstasy. White hot bolts of sheer rapture enveloped her body as spasms rippled through her quaking loins. Jarvis moaned in delight as her hot juices splashed copiously on his darting, swishing tongue and he quaffed them eagerly.

Lifting his face, imbued with her sweet unctuous fluids, Jarvis stared up at his sister with smoldering green eyes.

She was shuddering in shocked ecstasy, her huge blue eyes gazing down at him, her trembling red lips parted and moist.

He scooted up until his face was level with hers and wrapped his arms around her middle, drawing her against his rugged body hard and kissing her hungrily on the lips.

Melanie shuddered with happy excitement as she tasted her older brother's hot mouth. Never had her body felt so wonderful! And she knew there was much more to come, much more sensual exploration for her to undergo. Her senses were aflame with curious desire and hunger. She drew her hands down the muscular slope of Jarvis' back and flattened her full breasts against his hard chest.

With a soft moan, she rolled over on top of him, pushing her brother onto his back on the bed and lying full length across his body. She gazed down into his face with glimmering sky blue eyes and began to shower him with warm kisses. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.

She pressed her full, soft lips against his collarbone and moved her mouth across his heaving chest, reveling in the sensation of the hard belts of muscle that rippled beneath his taut, smooth flesh. She tasted the salty sharp flavor of his sweat, and it fanned her lust even more. With a mewl of delight, she feathered her small pink tongue over his hard brown paps, suckling them voraciously. Her hands stroked up and down the front of his body, exploring his hard contours.

Jarvis gave a low moan of contentment and locked his hands behind his head, gaping down at his lovely blonde sister as she licked and kissed his sweaty athletic young body.

Melanie moved her face over her brother's flaring lat and plunged her mouth into the hollow of his armpit, inhaling the pungent scent of sweat and tangling her tongue in the salty flavored hairs there. She traveled down his body, raining it with hot wet kisses, the tip of her tongue tickling his flesh and sending ripples of excitement to his throbbing loins.

She got to the belt-line of his trousers, and with deft fingers, unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his fly. She tugged impatiently at his pants, and Jarvis obligingly raised his hips to give her some help. She yanked them down about his knees with a soft sigh of satisfaction, greedily gazing at his crotch.

Jarvis was wearing a soiled jock strap which was lifted away from his body by a tremendous hard on. A couple of inches of rigid, tumescent manmeat thrust out from beneath the jock and quivered against his belly.

Melanie's eyes widened and she cooed in admiration as she saw her first dick up close. Were all men this big? She wondered, remembering how enormous Brutus' ramrod had seemed, even from a distance. Her pussy quivered in excitement.

Melanie stared in growing excitement and some trepidation at her brother's enormous phallus, which lifted the elastic of his jock strap off his belly and impatiently throbbed in the air.

With a little whimper of delight, she hooked her fingers in the elastic of the jock and slowly pulled it down, snapping it snugly beneath her brother's huge, orange-sized balls.

Her hot blue eyes darted from his enormous ten inch prong to the large, bloated testicles beneath, and she shivered with wonder and rapture. Bending down, she sniffed his groin, inhaling the pungent, musky masculine odor, so alien to her now, soon to be so familiar. Pursing her lips, she brushed them very lightly across the pouting glans of the angry reddish knob that topped the thick, vein-etched shaft of Jarvis' pecker.