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CHAPTER FIVE

"Oh, Brutus! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Melanie screeched, oscillating her hips and lifting and falling on the big black stud's long, stiff pecker.

The brawny brute had his hands clamped around the white girl's middle and he was slamming her down savagely on his lap, grunting like a bull in rut as he pumped his hips lustily back and forth, ramming all eleven inches of his iron-hard poker deep inside Melanie's tight, clutching glove-like abyss.

The black limousine creaked and bounced on its axles as the burly black dude violently churned his pelvis to and fro, driving his thick joint to the balls into the blonde girl's aching pussy, swiveling his hips and savoring the sensation of having his stiff tool encased with silken sweetness.

Melanie's big, jutting breasts bounced and flopped together before his eyes, the ripe, strawberry-hued nipples swollen and aching in lust. Bending forward, he affixed his thick, sensuous lips to one of her round, silver dollar sized nipples and sucked it greedily as he continued to pump his prick in and out of Melanie's hot twat.

Melanie gave a high pitched shriek of frenzied passion, tossing her blonde hair from side to side as she rode faster and faster on the bulging tumescence which stretched and battered her insides.

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" she gasped brokenly, "I-I'm going to come!! Aaaaieee!"

She screamed in delirious ecstasy, her face contorted with passion as white-hot blasts of explosive pleasure wracked her hungry, cock-loving loins. She bounced frantically on the bloated penis, her cuntal walls spasming, her hot, unctuous juices flowing copiously around the sides of Brutus' prick.

"Aawww, ma'am, I-I is gonna come too, oh Yes! Yes, lady, yes! aarrrrgh!" Brutus roared, his white teeth gleaming as he snarled in sensual excitement.

He gripped Melanie tightly about the hips and brought her down violently on top of his quivering pecker, lifting his hips clean off the car seat and ramming as deeply inside the pretty blonde sixteen year old as he could. Great spasms of lust wracked his powerfully built, masculine body, and Melanie whimpered as she felt the huge shaft of his dick expand and convulse in orgasmic ecstasy.

Thick spurts of hot, juicy jism sprayed from his piss-slit, blasting deep into her hungry, quaking womb, filling her up with his pungent, heavy seed. Brutus groaned and shuddered, slowly, luxuriously, humping his hips back and forth, continuing to squirt blast after blast of semen into the white slut's belly.

Shuddering in ecstasy, they ground to a stop, and Melanie dropped limply against the big black stud's body, laying her head on his shoulder and panting loudly, mewling in regret as she felt his thick tool begin to shrink inside of her.

The musky scent of sweat and sex filled the close space of the car like incense.

After a while, Melanie raised her head, her eyes twinkling, and she said in mocking tones, "Why, Brutus, you black devil you! Fancy taking advantage of a vulnerable white lady when she's alone!"

Brutus grinned wolfishly at her, feeling bold, and said huskily, "Any time dis white lady wants to be taken advantage of, dis black devil is ready and willing!"

"Well," said Melanie with a sigh, sliding into her seat, "I'm all messed up now!"

She glanced out the window at the lake, a shimmering body of cool, clear water. There was no one to be seen any where around, and Melanie had a sudden idea.

"Listen, Brutus," she said quickly, "I'm going to take a quick dip in the lake, to clean myself off, and then we'll head for town, O.K.?"

"You're the boss, Miss Melanie," Brutus drawled, tucking his long, lusty manhood away in his pants.

Melanie opened the door and scampered out, shedding her clothing and jumping into the cool water with a squeal of delight. She frolicked in the water for quite a while, splashing it over her body and rinsing away the sweat and love juice that had been the result of the hot sex tussle in which she had just participated.

From the car, Brutus watched with glowing, appreciative eyes. He shook his head in wonder, grinning salaciously. Shee-it, she was one helluva gorgeous, sexy little bitch! He sure was lucky to get a piece of that gorgeous ass before it belonged to someone. And he had no doubt that Melanie would some day find a man who could take care of her sensual appetite. At least, she'd keep on searching until she found him.

When Melanie scampered naked back to the car, she looked flushed and excited and happy.

"Do you have a towel or something, Brutus?" she gasped, shivering, goose bumps puckering on her creamy white flesh.

Brutus bent over and fished around in the back seat and came up with a piece of cloth which sufficed for the moment, and Melanie patted herself dry before scrambling into her clothes and plopping into the seat beside Brutus, fresh and clean as a daisy.

"Let's get going, Brutus! I have some shopping to do!" she said brightly.

As they pulled into town, the traffic got backed up, and crowds of people were to be seen on the streets.

Melanie frowned and exclaimed, "Why, what on earth is going on here?"

"It's him, ma'am," Brutus said, pointing to a poster on a lamp post.

It was a large picture of a ruggedly handsome man of middle age, with a caption that read: "Hardman stands for integrity. Vote Democratic!"

"Oh, a political speech," Melanie said, wrinkling her nose, "I don't know why the silly man even bothers. Daddy's going to win the election, everyone knows that."

Brutus cast a sidelong glance at Melanie, repressing a grin. Secretly, he was hoping that Lance Hardman would win the election. Hardman was a strong supporter of civil rights and pro-black laws, the type of Governor a backward Southern state like this one badly needed. On the other hand, Wilkerson stood for the old-fashioned values and bigotries which Hardman was seeking to conquer.

"Well, this traffic is absolutely impossible!" Melanie exclaimed petulantly, "And it's only a few blocks to Mr. Klinton's shop! Pull over to the curb, Brutus and let me out. Meet me in front of the shop in an hour."

She paused for a moment, considering what she wanted to do, and said slowly, "No, make that two hours, Brutus."

The black stud raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.

"That should give you plenty of time to try on lots an' lots of dresses, ma'am," he drawled with a twinkle in his eye.

Melanie made a face at him and giggled, jumping out of the car and disappearing in the crowd.

Mr. Klinton's dress shop was practically empty. Everyone had gone out to hear Lance Hardman's speech, and the disgruntled shop keepers were left without customers. So, Mr. Klinton was delighted when Melanie Wilkerson, one of his better customers, tripped in to see him.

He showed her the line of expensive silks just imported from France, and Melanie surveyed them for a long while, picking two she liked; one a soft mauve, the other a delicate blue.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and said brightly, "Well, I'll take those, Mr. Klinton. I'll be back next week to discuss patterns and all. You can just bill my father, of course. Oh, can you please save the material for me? I don't want to walk around carrying a heavy bag."

"But of course I can, Miss Wilkerson," Mr. Klinton said eagerly, "You are welcome in my shop any time. Any time at all! And I think your choices are superb! The blue especially will complement your beautiful eyes!"

"Why, thank you, Mr. Klinton! How sweet of you to say so," Melanie simpered, and flounced out of the shop.

She strolled down the street, trying to keep out of the way of the jostling crowds who were struggling toward the depot where Lance Hardman was making his speech. She found herself making her way in that direction, and climbing onto the porch of the general store, she had a good view of the stage upon which the ambitious politician was perched.

They had just set up a microphone for him, and Hardman began his speech. He had a stirring, confident voice, and he said intelligent, reassuring things which the crowd seemed to like. But Melanie knew the politics racket backward and forward. All politicians began sounding alike, whatever their party line, and she knew for a fact that they promised the moon without any intention at all of carrying through their promises.

Her eyes roved through the crowds, picking out attractive men. Her cunt was deliciously aching from the hard, rugged fuck session she'd just undergone with her father's black servant. But the sex had merely whetted her sensual appetite. She was awakening to the delights of womanhood, and meant to savor every moment of it.

She sighed, after a while, getting bored. It was a hot day, even on the shade of the porch, and all the people and the dust made her feel claustrophobic. She tilted her head back and looked restlessly around. Her eyes were suddenly riveted on the sight of a young man on the balcony of a building directly across from her.

She saw that it was a rooming house. The fellow was leaning on his arms against the balcony railing, so that all she could see of him was his face, which was resting on his arms. He was listening to Lance Hardman, but there was a cynical smile on his handsome young face.

And he was very, very handsome indeed. He had short blond hair and eyes that were a deep sapphire blue, set in a rugged, darkly tanned face. Melanie had never been so immediately attracted to a young man before.

She hesitated for only a moment, and then, setting her head with determination, made her way quickly across the street to the boarding house. The door was open, because the proprietress was standing on the porch, listening to the speech. Without a pause, Melanie marched inside and climbed the stairs to the second floor. A quick series of calculations made her determine that the room which led onto the balcony was to the left of the stairwell.

Without bothering to knock, she turned the knob and was delighted to find that the door was not locked. She sauntered in. It was a modest room with two single beds, comfortable but not opulent. A door opened out onto the balcony, and Melanie could see the young man still leaning against the railing, looking down.

From behind he looked very attractive, too. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and tight corduroy pants, and his figure looked splendid. He was about six feet tall and well-built, with strong legs, a small tight ass and a broad, powerful chest. Melanie quivered in excitement, and, taking a deep breath, she sauntered to the door, stepping onto the balcony and casually wandered over beside the young man, leaning over the railing and glancing down.

"Are you really listening to that boring man's speech?" she said petulantly.

The young spark nearly leaped a mile. He turned a pair of amazed blue eyes on his companion, and a look of astonishment and appreciation came over his face.

Melanie gave a silvery laugh and said with a twinkle in her eye, "My! You look as though you've just seen a ghost!"

"I am sorry, ma'am," he said with a courtly bow, "I didn't hear you come in."

"I know," she said impishly, "I meant it to be a surprise. I saw you standing up here all alone and thought you might like some company."

He flashed her a sexy grin, exposing twin rows of white teeth.

"I would be glad of your company any time, Miss…?"

"Just call me Melanie," she said sweetly, batting her long lashes at him, "And what might I call you?"

"My name's Randy," the young man said, his hot blue eyes raking boldly up and down her figure.

Melanie sidled sneakily closer to him until their arms rubbed together and she said with a sigh, glancing down at the street, "I don't know why everyone's so interested in that man Hardman. He's not going to win the election. Do you think he is?"

Randy gave a sheepish grin and said slowly, "Well, I'm rather biased, I'm afraid. I don't want to scare you away, honey, but I think it's only right to let you know. I'm Randy Hardman, and that's my father!"

Now it was Melanie's turn to be astounded. She gaped at the handsome young man in silence for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. Her laughter was so infectious that Randy soon joined in.

"I know it's a funny coincidence," Randy chuckled, "I hope you'll forgive me my family."

"It's funnier than you can imagine," Melanie giggled, but she didn't let him in on her part of the secret.

"Anyway," she said with a smile, "You're very nice and very handsome and I like you a lot. I liked you the instant I saw you."

"My dear young lady," Randy said huskily, "The feeling is absolutely mutual, I assure you. I tell you, it's very flattering to be admired by the prettiest young woman I've ever laid eyes on. And I am not pulling your leg, ma'am. You are an absolute angel! But I can't get over the feeling that I've seen you before, somewhere."

"Perhaps you have," she said, with a twinkle, "But all I'm interested in is now."

She turned and looked at him searchingly, her face flushed with romantic ardor. Gazing down at her, the brawny young dude was incredibly turned on. She was radiantly beautiful, and he saw clearly the invitation in her hot blue eyes.

Bending down slowly, he brushed his lips against hers, and then, slid his arms about her waist, drawing Melanie tightly against his body and kissing her hard. Their tongues dueled as their mouths strained against one another, and Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure, throwing her arms about his strong neck and flattening her breasts against his chest.

Randy ran his hands down her back and over the firm pliant cheeks of her ass, squeezing them lightly and pressing their loins together. Melanie gave a little whimper of excitement as she felt the solid, throbbing log of his cock press against her belly.

She quivered quiescently when Randy's groping fingers found the zipper in back of her dress and slowly drew it down.

He pulled slightly away from her, hooking his fingers gently in the lining of her dress and pulling it over her shoulders, letting it drop in a soft heap on the floor of the porch.

He gave a low moan of carnal delight when he saw that the luscious blonde wore nothing beneath. Reaching out, Randy drew his big strong hands over her slender shoulders and down across the full, trembling pillows of her boobs, kneading them luxuriously, swiping the tips of his thumbs across the aching breasts. Slowly, he ran his hands down her slender sides and over her hips, sliding one hand across her thigh and between her legs, cupping the full, tender mound of her throbbing mons veneris.

Melanie gave a throaty gasp of pleasure when she felt his strong fingers feather through her lambent pubic bush and brush across the pouting lips of her sensitized vulva. Bending down, Randy gently kissed her on the cheek, on the mouth, on the eyes, his fingers lightly stroking back and forth across her tingling pussy. He pressed harder, sliding two fingers between the glistening, slick petals of flesh, moaning in delight as he felt the hot, buttery interior of her tight, sweet twat. He discovered the throbbing, slackened knob of her clitoris and strummed it skillfully, sending bolts of sheer ecstasy coursing through Melanie's middle.

She gave a low sob of pleasure, undulating her hips wantonly against his hand, reveling in the ecstatic sensations that swam through her hungry loins.

Randy bent down and pressed his mouth to her warm white flesh, sliding his hand around one of her breasts and lifting it to his lips. His long, athletic tongue whipped out and darted across the puckered knob, slurping at it eagerly. He clamped his lips to the pouting rivet of flesh and sucked hard, his mouth swarming over her aching breast as he hungrily worked at it with his tongue and lips.

Darts of pure pleasure coursed through Melanie's trembling body. The handsome young man was caressing her delicate body like a violinist playing a Stradivarius, and his fingers and mouth sent passionate ripples of delight to all of her nerve endings.

Randy Hardman dropped suddenly to his knees in front of the beautiful blonde sixteen year old stranger who had wandered into his room at the boarding house. He gazed at the lovely, pouting snatch that glistened between her sexy legs and bent forward, sniffing the sweet feminine scent of it. With a growl of salacious pleasure, he buried his face in the soft fragrant bush, brushing his hungry lips across the slippery petals of her vagina, and sluicing his tongue lewdly up and down her slit.

Melanie gasped in rapture as he tongued her pussy, titillating her throbbing clit and probing deeply into her aching cuntal furrow. His hands ran up the backs of her legs and gripped firmly around the full, marshmallow textured lobes of her buttocks.

Below them, Lance Hardman's voice was ringing out loud and clear.

"And furthermore," he boomed, "No man in this state shall go hungry! Every mouth shall be fed!"

He was unaware that his son was at that moment feasting voraciously on the honeyed box of his opponent's lovely young daughter.

Melanie tossed back her lovely, leonine head and gave a soft, whimpering moan of pleasure as Randy's hot wriggling tongue tunneled into her sweet, clinging furrow, sending flames of passion through her quivering body. She undulated her hips spasmodically, mashing her dripping pussy against the hungry young man's eager face. She ran her fingers through his short silky blond hair and mewled and writhed in rapture.

After a while, Randy drew back, tilting his head and staring up at her with smoldering blue eyes. His mouth was wet and glistening with her honeyed juices, his face flushed with desire.

He stood up and drew her to him again, kissing her hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Melanie ran her hands over his broad back, feeling the play of his muscles beneath his shirt.

Pulling away from her abruptly, his fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt, and he rapidly undid them, tossing off the garment and reaching for his pants. He unzipped them and let them fall about his ankles, and quickly shucked off his jockey shorts.

Then, he stood in front of her in his birthday suit, and Melanie's warm blue eyes flickered in appreciative excitement over his brawny young body.

He had a powerfully muscled torso, lightly covered with blondish brown hair, deeply tanned by many hours in the sun. His chest tapered into a slender waist, with a rippling, washboard belly and tight hips.

From between his legs rose a lusty, king-sized member with a swollen reddish head, not quite as big as Brutus' gargantuan horsedick, but certainly prodigiously proportioned. It throbbed lustily a full ten inches away from his thighs, the thick sides latticed with passion-bloated veins.

Melanie whimpered and reached out, closing her fingers gently about the hot, throbbing shaft and running them lightly up and down the rubbery stem.

Randy stepper nearer to her and slid his hands around her back, gently pulling her svelte, naked body against his big brawny hardness, rubbing their hot flesh together as he kissed her hungrily. Melanie mewled in delight, running her hands down his muscular back, shivering as she felt his thick, heated manmeat sandwiched between their bellies.

Randy ground his dick lewdly against her body, panting into her ear, digging his fingers into the sweet, pillowy ass.

"Let's go into the bedroom," he whispered hotly into her ear.

Melanie pulled away from him and glanced mockingly up into his eyes.

"What, and miss your father's speech entirely? For shame, young man! We can make love here, on the porch," she said mischievously.

She turned away from him and grasped onto the railing, poking her high, pale ass at him and wiggling it lasciviously, spreading her legs wide and revealing the oozing, twitching muff.

Randy gave a low growl of salacious interest, sliding his hand between her legs and fingering her sweet, sucking pussy. His tumescent prick quivered in excitement, and he could delay no longer.

Fisting his thick rod, he guided it between her legs, gripping her by the waist with one hand as he pressed the thick, mushroom-shaped cap against her pouting, liberally lubricated cuntal lips.

Melanie sighed in contentment, oscillating her hips lewdly, and Randy shuddered as he felt the maw to her tunnel of love grasp at and hotly spasm around the glans of his sensitized pecker.

He groaned in pleasure, and gripped her tightly about the waist. Slowly, he began to hump his hips to and fro, driving his dick against her pouting twat. A shudder of delight wracked his brawny young body as he felt his pulpy tool begin to slide into the sweet, tight slickness of her pussy.

Melanie gave a sob of joy as the ten inch prick pumped into her, and she pushed back against Randy Hardman's muscular thighs, skewering herself on his huge pole, gripping tightly to the railing.

Randy grunted as he churned his hips rapidly to and fro, sinking his turgid shaft to the balls in the furnace-hot interior of Melanie's love chasm. He rested for a moment with his belly pressed against her buttocks, and then began to fuck her with deep, vigorous strokes, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her cunt and then ramming it to the hilt inside again.

He slid his hands around her waist and drew them up her luscious, silken body, digging his powerful fingers into the sweet, full globes of her tits, squeezing them hard. He caught her nipples between his knuckles and crushed them lewdly, sending darts of mingled pain and pleasure through Melanie's body.

Randy was hammering into her lustily now, little grunts of manly exertion spraying from between his clenched teeth as he thrust deeply into the blonde slut's cock-hungry pussy. Each time he pounded into her, a ripple of delirious pleasure shuddered through Melanie, and she bucked back wantonly to meet his thrusts.

Lance Hardman was winding up his speech in a burst of passionate hyperbole.

"When I am Governor of this fine state, we shall together soar to a pinnacle of glory…"

"Aaaah, Aaaah, R-Randy, I'm cu-u-u-uming!" Melanie gasped, her body writhing, flames of rapture enveloping her loins.

Randy groaned in delight as he felt shudders of ecstasy consume the gorgeous hussy's body. Her cuntal glove began to spasmodically tug at and milk his pounding boner, and wet sluicing juices sloshed around his thick joint as the little slut came and came and came.

"Oh, yeah, baby, here I come," he breathed hoarsely into her ear, "I'm gonna blast you full with my juice! Aaarrrgh!"

Melanie sobbed in pleasure when she felt his huge tool slam deeply into her. Great thick spurts of heated semen blasted into her womb with hose-like intensity, and Randy's fingers dug deeply into her breasts as convulsions of white-hot pleasure ran through his brawny, sweating young body.

Their senses dizzy with lust, the young couple stood there quivering, their bodies still moving and shuddering with the aftershocks of orgasm. Below them, a thunderous applause had begun with cheers for, "Hardman! Hardman for Governor!" echoing in their ringing ears.

Randy reluctantly drew his long, bulging pecker out of Melanie's sopping pussy. She turned around, and he drew her against him, kissing her lips hungrily.

She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.

"I had better get myself together and leave before your father comes barging in here," she said.

They dressed quickly, glancing at one another frequently, their eyes full of love and desire.

As she zipped up her dress, Randy bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.

"May I see you again?" he said hotly.

"Yes," she breathed, "If you want to."

"I do, more than anything else in the world. But I don't even know your last name, or your address."

Melanie smiled at him mysteriously, fished into her purse and found a pen and a piece of paper. She scrawled something on it, folded it up and tucked it into the pocket of his shirt.

Then, she kissed him lightly on the mouth and darted from the room. He heard her light footsteps descending the stairwell rapidly.

Immediately, Randy fished out the piece of paper and unfolded it. She had written: "Melanie Wilkerson" in bold letters across the top of the paper, followed by her address and phone number.

Randy gave an amazed chuckle, suddenly realizing that the reason Melanie had seemed so familiar to him was because he had seen her picture in the papers.

"Well, I'll be damned!" he muttered.