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CHAPTER FOUR

Melanie had never slept so well in her life. Jarvis had fucked her for hours the afternoon before, and when it approached the time when their father was expected home, her lusty brother had shot four loads into various orifices of her body, and Melanie had come too many times to count.

Rhett Wilkerson had commented during supper that he had never seen his children looking so tired before.

"I just don't see how you can be tired, Melanie," he said, winking at his lovely daughter, "What did you do today which was so strenuous?"

"Oh, nothing, Daddy," Melanie simpered, batting her long lashes at him, "Nothing at all, and I was bored silly. Sometimes there's nothing that tires one so much as being bored."

She turned her eyes toward her brother and flashed him a voluptuous smile. He grinned back, and then hastily averted his eyes, concentrating on eating his supper.

"You know, Daddy," Melanie said sweetly, "Opal Wakefield is having her debutante ball in less than a month and I've got absolutely nothing to wear to it!"

"Oh, come now, honey, what about that pink and white thing you just had whipped up? That cost me an arm and a leg!"

"But Daddy, I wore that to Roberta Hampton's wedding! I couldn't possibly be seen in public with an old dress!" Melanie pouted.

Rhett Wilkerson made a comical expression of exasperation, winking at his son.

"Women! I don't pretend to understand their whims and niceties!" he exclaimed, "Why a dress is considered 'old' after it's been worn once is beyond me! Well, sweetheart, you know you can get yourself a new outfit any time you like."

"Well, that's just it, Daddy," Melanie said, "I was wondering if you'd let Brutus drive me into town tomorrow to Mr. Klinton's shop to pick out some material. I hear he just got a new shipment of silks from France, and Livia Charlston's mother is getting her dress made there."

Rhett frowned and said slowly, "Well, I suppose so. I'm flying to Oaksbury in the morning, so I won't be needing the car. But don't you go wandering about the town, now, you hear, Missy? I don't want to hear anything about your gallivanting about without an escort, or you'll be grounded for a month. Is that clear? You go to town, pick out the damn cloth, and come right straight home!"

"Well, of course, Daddy! You don't have to be so suspicious of me!" Melanie exclaimed, flashing him her most dazzling smile.

When she wanted to, Melanie could manipulate just about anybody. Her domineering father could be wrapped around her little finger when she wanted him to be. And now that she had gotten a taste of what it was like to be a free woman, Melanie's appetite was ravenous. She knew she could have what she wanted and still retain the saintly image her father wanted to ingrain in her until he had married her off.

She awakened in the morning feeling deliciously rested. Her cunt and asshole ached a little, but it was a delicious ache, and one which sent ripples of excitement coursing through her when she remembered what had caused it.

Jarvis was going to be away for the next few days with some friends on a camping trip, so she had to seek sensual adventures elsewhere.

And she had been very titillated by the sight of Brutus and Dahlia fooling around in the barn the day before. She wanted to get a look at that huge pecker of Brutus' up close.

After she had eaten breakfast, Melanie stretched luxuriantly and said to Dahlia, "Dahlia, please go tell Brutus that I'm ready to go into town now, and he can bring the car around to the front of the house."

"Yes, ma'am," the pretty mulatto servant chirped, tripping off to find her hulking black stud of a lover.

Melanie went back to her room and put some finishing touches on her make-up, surveying herself critically in the mirror. She smugly thought that she looked absolutely stunning, and she was right, too. Dressed in a very revealing gown with a plunging neckline, made of a virtually transparent blue material that clung to her curvaceous figure, she looked sweet and sugary and very, very sexy.

Melanie heard the car puff around to the front of the house, and she darted downstairs, swinging her purse on her arm, and dashed out of the front door.

Brutus got out of the car and respectfully held open the back door for her.

"No, Brutus, I want to ride up front today, so I can see everything!" Melanie said cheerfully, dazzling him with a voluptuous smile.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

She slid in beside him in the front seat of the limousine, and he started the motor and began to drive out of the family estate.

"Brutus, could you drive the long way, around Mulligan's Lake? I'm in no hurry, and I'd love to take a scenic drive before we get into town!"

"Why, surely, Miss Melanie, whatever you says," Brutus said amiably, and turned the car around, heading for Mulligan's Lake.

Out of the corner of her eye, Melanie regarded the big black stud with admiration.

He was neatly dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks, but she could see the way his burly body bulged and strained against the material. Her heart beat rapidly as a surge of lust swept through her wanton loins. The titillating idea of a forbidden, sexual encounter with a Negro made her feel promiscuously excited. She knew that her father would be utterly aghast if he ever even suspected that she was attracted to a black man, let alone actually had a sexual encounter with one. Well, she had every intention of doing a lot of things that would shock her father if he knew about them. And she had no intention of letting her father find out.

Brutus couldn't get over how dazzling Miss Melanie looked that morning in her diaphanous blue gown. Her long golden hair was thrown back and fell in brilliant tresses down her back, and her large blue eyes sparkled like chinks of sky. He couldn't help stealing a look at her revealing, plunging neckline. Miss Melanie had the creamiest, smoothest looking skin he'd ever seen and her full ballooning breasts looked like round firm melons, good enough to eat.

Brutus shook these disturbing thoughts from his mind, knowing how dangerous they could be. You start messing around with the boss' daughter, you playing with fire, fool, he told himself.

Brutus didn't know that the lovely sixteen year old wench had plans to seduce him, and was squirming with excitement.

They drove along in silence for a while, and then Melanie began to speak in her sweet, innocent sounding tones.

"You planning on marrying our Dahlia, Brutus?"

The big black stud cast an amazed glance at the daughter of his employer.

"Me and Dahlia, getting hitched? No, ma'am! Where you got that idea?"

"But you like Dahlia a lot, don't you, Brutus?"

The big man shrugged. "Why, sure. Dahlia's a fine woman. But I ain't interested in her that way, ma'am. I got my own fiance in town."

"Oh," Melanie said, "Then, how come you have sex with Dahlia in the barn all the time?"

Brutus nearly swerved the car off the road and into a tree he was so overcome with shock. The hulking black brute was shaking like a leaf in consternation, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow.

"W-What's that, M-Miss Melanie?" he gasped hoarsely.

Melanie gave a silvery laugh and patted his huge bicep soothingly.

"Oh, don't look so scared, Brutus, silly! I was just pulling your leg! I'm not going to tattle to Daddy about your messing around with his mistress, don't you worry!"

Brutus gulped hard and stammered, "T-Thank you, Miss Melanie."

She batted her lashes coquettishly at him and said in a slightly lower voice, "That is, I won't tell him if you promise to do exactly as I say."

Brutus swept a sidelong, startled glance at the pretty but crafty blonde perched beside him in the front seat of the limousine.

"Anything you say, Miss Melanie," he muttered, still in a state of semi-shock.

"Good," she said crisply, "Because I'd like to get to know you a lot better, Brutus!"

She reached out and placed her small pale hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly, feeling the play of solid muscle beneath his black slacks. She was eyeing the enormous basket that bulged between the black stud's legs, and her pussy began to get all warm and itchy.

Slowly, she ran her hand down the inside of his leg toward the groin area, and a shudder ran through Brutus' huge frame.

"M-Miss Melanie," he stammered hoarsely, "I-I don't think you better do that. Your daddy would be awful, awful mad if-if…"

His voice trailed off weakly and he gave a little groan when Melanie's fingers closed around the big bulge made by his long thick cock and balls. She squeezed it lewdly, caressing the gradually expanding hose of flesh through the material of his pants and making a cooing noise of excitement and admiration.

"Ooooh, Brutus! You're so big down there, aren't you? Like a horse!" Melanie gasped.

Brutus gave a low groan of pleasure and alarm as the pretty white girl's fingers fumbled with his fly and slowly pulled down his zipper. Melanie thrust her hand eagerly inside his pants. Her fingers scraped through his tight, kinky pubic patch and brushed over the thick, rope-like shaft of his donkey-sized schlong. Grasping it at the base, she fished the flopping prong of meat out of the black dude's pants and gave a little squeak of admiration when it sprang free and continued to grow and grow and grow in her little lily white hand, a huge, purple-knobbed slab of dark flesh and gristle, hot with lust and throbbing mightily.

"Oh, MY, Brutus! It's even bigger close up than it looked yesterday in the barn!" Melanie gasped, her blue eyes widening as she ran her fingers up and down the thickening stem of the impressive, rubbery pole.

"I-In the barn?" Brutus croaked, looking at her in wonder.

"Yes, Brutus, I was spying on you and Dahlia when you were getting it on in the barn yesterday afternoon," Melanie said with a giggle, "But don't worry, Brutus, Daddy's not going to find out. I'm a clever young lady, and you just do what I say and everything will be just fine!"

The black brawny brute had no choice but to obey the willowy young blonde's commands.

They were nearing Mulligan's Lake, a large oval-shaped body of water in the countryside where folks sometimes came to picnic. Today, the area was deserted and looked idyllic and beautiful.

Melanie spotted a grove of oak trees near the water, and she decided that was as good a place as any for the little sex session she wanted to have with Brutus before going into town.

"Oh, Brutus! See that clearing in those trees over there? Drive the car into it and park for a while, will you please?"

"Yes, ma'am," Brutus muttered, his heart pounding hard.

The soft white hand which continued to pump up and down the rigid length of his rigid phallus was sending darts of flaming prurience through his lusty loins, and his fear was becoming overwhelmed by the hot, unreasoning desire that was taking possession of his senses. Hell, the prettiest, sexiest white girl he'd ever laid eyes on was practically begging him to get into her pants! What red-blooded guy could turn down an offer like that, no matter what the potential consequences might be?

Brutus pulled the limousine into the clearing, parking beneath an enormous oak tree which cast a shadow across the car and camouflaged it somewhat.

Melanie went to work right away. Her fingers darted to Brutus' shirt, unbuttoning it rapidly and drawing it open. She cooed in feminine pleasure as she ran her hands over the hard, muscular slopes of his mahogany hued torso, scraping her fingers through the tight kinky coils of hair that covered his chest and belly. She bent forward and pressed her lips lightly to his warm brown flesh. Lashing out her tongue, she lapped at it lewdly, and inhaled the musky, pungent scent of Brutus' masculine black body.

The big black stud groaned in pleasure, gaping at the gorgeous girl who was so obscenely tonguing his body. Her silky blonde hair spilled across his dark, rippling belly as she moved downward, dipping her tongue briefly into his navel before swirling it through the pungent mane of dark, kinky pubic hair that surrounded the thick bulging root of his prick, which she was still pumping with one hand.

Bending low, Melanie blew hot air on the huge, swollen nuts that dangled to the seat of the car, and then pressed her puckered, pink lips against the scumbag, kissing it wetly, the tip of her tongue snaking out and sluicing across the wrinkly skin, tasting the bittersweet flavor of his manhood.

The sultry blonde purred in excitement, lewdly swirling her tongue around the fat, vein-etched base of his battering ram, moving slowly up the trunk-like column, sucking her pouting lips about the gnarled, rigid flesh and darting her tongue rapidly back and forth across it.

She bathed the stretched, taut flesh with her warm saliva, and hummed against the sensitized tower as she sucked at and kissed it. Brutus gave a low, broken moan of pleasure, his senses swirling with lust. Reaching down, he ran his huge, coarse fingers through Melanie's silken blonde tresses and shuddered as he felt her lips brush over the bulging, mushroom-shaped knob of his cock.

Melanie lapped the driblet of translucent liquid that had pearled on the tip of his glans, and then stretched her jaws wide apart and slowly let the first couple of inches of the enormous phallus slide over her wriggling tongue and into her mouth. He was truly gargantuan! Her jaws were straining so far apart they threatened to snap, and ached with the effort required to accommodate a log of flesh so large. But Melanie loved it. She loved the heady, pungent taste and smell of the thick, unwashed slab of black manmeat. Her vision was cloudy with sluttish excitement, and she suckled the cock excitedly, running her fingers up and down the shaft while with her other hand, she tickled and caressed his balls.

Brutus clamped his hand on the back of her head, giving a low cry of animalistic desire. He was becoming delirious with desire, and began to pump his powerful hips up and down, feeding his throbbing staff into Melanie's willing mouth.

The perky blonde gagged slightly as the barbed tip of his mammoth truncheon lodged suddenly in the back of her throat, but, remembering Dahlia's sword-swallowing prowess, her determination to do better sexually than the mulatto wench persevered, and she gulped hard, tears coming to her eyes which bulged when she felt the gigantic length of black manmeat begin to squelch deep into her constricting gullet.

Brutus howled in pleasure as he felt inch after inch of his horsedick slide into the incredibly tight, satiny wetness of Melanie's mouth and throat. He bucked his pelvis frantically and shoved down on the back of the blonde girl's head with his hand until her upturned nose was flattened against his wiry pubic bush. Then, he released his hand in horror, realizing that he had just rammed his huge dick to the root in his white boss' sixteen year old daughter's throat.

Melanie pulled back her head just enough to allow herself a gulp of air, and then she began to bob up and down, sucking noisily, deep-throating the big slab of black meat again and again.

She hummed in delight, swirling her tongue around the pulsating shaft, circling her lips about the base and sucking wantonly. She felt his meat vibrate and grow hotter and hotter as unbridled lust fanned through his lusty masculine loins.

But Melanie didn't want Brutus to shoot his wad in her mouth. She wanted to feel him ensconced in her hot, aching cuntal sheath, which was dripping and twitching with excitement as she gave Brutus a terrific blow job.

She lifted her head and released the stiff, dark sex tool. It stood straight up from Brutus' lap, shuddering and gleaming with Melanie's saliva.

Then, Melanie raised her warm, sensuous blue eyes to Brutus' face, parting her wet, pink lips slightly. She reached for the top of her dress and pulled out the full, pale lobes of her breasts, releasing them from the low cleavage she had purposely worn.

Brutus' eyes bulged as he gaped down at the high, proud white tits that pointed up at him, capped by large, reddish brown knobs with turreting nipples. Pale blue veins could be seen beneath the creamy smooth flesh of her melon-shaped knockers, and the big black stud couldn't resist reaching out and clamping his hand around the swollen bowls of flesh. He squeezed them hard, mashing the palms of his hands against the aching nipples, licking his lips in excitement.

"Do you want to fuck me, Brutus?" Melanie breathed as she wriggled against his hands, thrusting her tits against him lasciviously.

"Y-Yes, ma'am," he croaked finally, his dark brown eyes burning with lust.

"Good," she said, "Because I want to feel that huge black meat stuffed deep inside my pussy!"

She hiked her dress up lewdly around her waist, revealing her sweet creamy thighs and the glistening lambent triangular patch of hair on her pouting muff.

Melanie spread her legs salaciously, exposing the pink, swollen lips of her vulva and the gleaming, oozing entryway to her bower of bliss. She was wet and hot down there, ready for sex.

Melanie scrambled onto the seat and planted her hands on Brutus' broad shoulders, straddling his hips suddenly. With a little whimper of anticipation, she slowly lowered herself upon him.

The black stud dropped his hands from her tits and slid them lewdly over the succulent curves of her buns, gripping her firmly about the hips and guiding her down upon the rigid upright tip of his blazing sex organ.

Melanie threw back her head and gave a little sobbing moan of pleasure when she felt the huge wet knob bump against her quivering, slickened pussy lips, spreading them apart as the black dude steadily pushed her down in his lap. Her eyes snapped open as the thick rubbery tool began to gradually slide up inside of her. Her cuntal canal was stretched impossibly as inch after thick, corrugated inch slid into the furnace hot sweetness of her vaginal sheath. Convulsive tremors of wanton pleasure wracked her body as the gargantuan corona battered finally against her cervix, stretching it as far as it could go. Her entire body on fire, Melanie found herself nestling in the lap of the hulking chauffeur, the enormous thickness of his obscenely erect phallus imbedded in her hot, buttery chute.

Melanie gave a whimper of unadulterated pleasure, her nipples swollen and aching with sensual delight, and she began to bounce up and down, letting the long thick joint squelch in and out of her tight, sucking glove-like interior.

"Yeah, Miss Melanie, that's fine! Ride that black meat, baby! Yeah!" Brutus began to mumble thickly, pumping his hips back and forth, jamming his sex-thickened tool deep into the gorgeous blonde nymphomaniac's hot, twitching pussy.

Melanie gasped and lowered her face on his, pressing her sweet pink lips to his big sensual black mouth. Brutus growled in bestial pleasure, clamping his mouth to hers and kissing her hungrily. His thick pink tongue plied into Melanie's mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.

He kneaded her tits with his big hands, catching the ripe nipples between his coarse forefingers and thumbs and tweaking them lewdly. At the same time, he humped his hips lustfully up and down as Melanie deliriously rode his big horsedick, her body wriggling, her big knockers jouncing, little squeals and mewls of delight fluttering from her lips.