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CHAPTER SEVEN

The days continued to speed by in rapid succession, and Melanie was becoming quite reckless in her sexual exploits. A day didn't go by when she wasn't embarking on another sexual adventure. She fucked her brother constantly. Frequently, she would sneak into his bedroom at night, or he would come into hers, and they would copulate till dawn.

Then, she was seeing Randy Hardman regularly, and they found all sorts of places to make love in. Once, she sucked him off in a movie theater. A couple of times, they went to a drive-in and fucked in the back seat. Once, they even made it in a phone booth!

The last week before the election had come, and Jarvis and Melanie saw even less of their father than before. He usually breezed in late at night when everyone had gone to bed, and had left early in the morning before either of his children had gotten up.

One day, three days before the election, Melanie was feeling especially horn. Randy was unable to see her until that evening, and Jarvis was out riding with his buddies.

Well, what about Brutus? She thought suddenly. She had had sex with the hulking black stud on two occasions since the excursion to town, but Brutus was a bit skittish about getting it on with the boss' daughter, and besides, Melanie had been so busy "expanding her horizons" that she hadn't had many chances for repeat performances.

She rapidly darted downstairs and out the front door, crossing around to the back of the house toward the barn, where Brutus usually hung out. Sure enough, he was there all right, splitting logs. Stripped to the waist, wearing a pair of tight dungarees that were rolled up at the ankles, he lifted the axe and brought it down with deft blows, cutting through the pieces of wood like butter.

Melanie paused to admire the way his bulging muscles rippled beneath his mahogany hued, sweaty flesh. A tremor of excitement rushed through her groin, and she called sweetly, "Brutus! Oh, Brutus!"

The big black guy rested on his axe, panting hard, wiping the sweat off his brow as he squinted through the sun's blazing rays at the pretty blonde Wilkerson girl.

"Yes, ma'am?" he said, inquiringly.

"I'm awfully sorry to disturb you, Brutus, your being so busy chopping the wood and all, but I really do need some help!"

"Why, sure, Miss Melanie, what is it you want me to do?"

"I've been collecting some of my old things to give to the Salvation Army, and I put them in a trunk, and I need to get someone strong to carry it downstairs for me."

She batted her long lashes at him coquettishly and flashed him a dazzling smile.

Brutus felt a familiar tremor of excitement flood through him when he saw the gorgeous hussy look at him that way, and he felt his cock begin to stir in his trousers.

"I'll carry it down, ma'am. Just give me a chance to wash myself off some."

"Oh, no," Melanie said, a mite too quickly, "I mean, don't worry about that, Brutus. You'll just get all hot and bothered again lifting that old trunk, and have to get under the pump anyway."

"All right, ma'am," he said, striding beside her toward the house.

Melanie's eyes darted up and down his bulging, glistening torso. Bathed in sweat, it looked as though his heavily muscled body was oiled, and Melanie's mouth watered in carnal desire. Her pussy was beginning to itch and quiver with excitement, and she could hardly wait to get to her room.

She darted up the stairs, and Brutus followed, taking two at a time. When they came to her room, she pushed open the door, and as soon as he was inside, she jumped in and slammed the door behind them, standing in front of it.

Brutus looked around with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I don't see no trunk, ma'am," he exclaimed, glancing at her.

He gave a gasp when he saw what Melanie Wilkerson was up to. She had quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off and was in the process of shedding her skirt as well. The black buck gaped at the sight of the gorgeous blonde wench stripping in front of him, her luscious, creamy body glimmering in the rays of the sun which glowed through the transparent, lacy curtains on her bedroom window.

When she stood before him, naked, Melanie sauntered up to the hulking giant of a Negro and reached her hands out, stroking them over his broad shoulders and down across the jutting slopes of his pectoral muscles.

"I'm sorry, Brutus," she said sweetly, "I lied to you, I'm afraid. What I really want is a little satisfaction. I think you won't mind too much, will you?"

Brutus gulped and managed a weak grin. "I-I reckon not, ma'am."

Purring with contentment, Melanie pressed her lips against the furry, kinky coils of his chest hair, tasting his salty sweat and inhaling the pungent, musky scent of his hard-working body. She began to slowly, lewdly, lick his chest, her tongue laving across the hard, contoured slopes of his brawny torso, lapping up the rivulets of sweat that glistened on his dark flesh.

Her hands went to his belt and fumbled with it, unbuckling it. Then, she found the top of his zipper and slowly drew it down. Brutus gave a low moan of pleasure when the beautiful blonde began to draw his trousers down about his knees. Then, she dropped to her knees on the floor before him and gazed in rapture at the long, rubbery schlong that dangled meatily between his well-muscled thighs. Lifting it up, she blew hot air on the heavy hose, and it rapidly began to expand, filling out with lust-heated blood. As it grew in her hands, she began to squeeze it gently and pump her fingers up and down the thickening shaft. She leaned down and began to rain wet lewd kisses on his pungent, sweaty balls, tasting the salty masculine flavor of his scumbag, her head reeling with lascivious ecstasy.

Brutus was groaning with pleasure by now, his face contorted, his eyes closed. Melanie felt an overpowering need to taste his big whanger, to have it shoved down her hungry throat.

With a whimper, she opened her full lips and circled them into an 'O' shape, pressing them lewdly to the puckered glans of Brutus' prick. Sucking noisily, she drew the thick, mushroom-shaped head into her mouth.

Savoring the taste of Brutus' thick cock knob, swishing her tongue around the pulpy tip and dipping it into the drooling piss slit, Melanie hummed with satisfaction.

She ran her hands up the muscular backs of Brutus' legs and raked her fingers across the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She began to slowly dart her head back and forth, letting more and more of his pecker slide into her mouth. Her tongue whisked teasingly over the sensitized bloated sides of his cock as it pumped back and forth, in and out of her puckered mouth.

Gulping hard, Melanie bravely took about an inch of the rigid horsedick into her gullet, and Brutus gave a low, husky cry of pleasure, bucking his hips forward suddenly and driving his gargantuan dong deep into her throat. He eased back immediately, allowing her to gulp down some air, and then began to lustily hunch his hips to and fro, feeding her his donkey-sized dong again and again.

Hell, Brutus said to himself, why fight it? The sex-starved little bitch wanted to get fucked, so why not oblige her? Her dad was busy with his fucking campaign and wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything personal until the election was over. He decided to just relax and enjoy himself.

Gripping hold of the back of Melanie's head, digging his fingers into her long, silken tresses, Brutus began to pump his bloated phallus in and out of her mouth while the blonde slut sucked noisily, making muffled mewling sounds of delight.

"Oh, yeah, baby, yeah!" Brutus groaned in sensual delight, "Suck that pecker good! Suck my hot black meat, baby! Yeah!"

Rhett Wilkerson was tired. He was bone tired. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in ages. He had spent the last few weeks doing nothing but talking and talking and shaking hands and making promises and phone calls. He needed a rest.

It was three days before the election, and he was booked up until the last minute. He looked over the schedule his secretary had handed him that morning. He had to preside at the opening of a shopping mall, and then drive twenty miles to make a speech before a ladies' book club, and then another speech to a group of religious leaders.

He picked up his phone and said wearily, "Matilda? Listen, I'm going to cancel the shopping mall opening and the ladies' book club speech. I need some rest. I'm going home. Call me at four thirty and send me a car to take me to the Episcopal Church for the meeting with the religious leaders. Thanks, honey."

He slipped on his coat and strode out of his office to the parking lot, hopping into his dark blue Pontiac and speeding off for home.

Rhett Wilkerson was a strikingly handsome man for his age. At forty-two, he had dark brown hair and scorching brown eyes, set in a ruggedly handsome face. He looked easily ten years younger than he was. He had kept his body in excellent shape by hard riding and regular work outs at a gym. His two hundred and thirty pounds was chiseled in muscle across his large, six foot two inch frame, and in his suit, he was a striking looking fellow, handsome and powerful. He had a deep, resonant voice as well, and lots of charisma. Combined with his enormous wealth, many people felt that there was no question that Wilkerson would win the election, even though it was pretty clear that the black vote was leaning heavily in favor of Hardman.

Rhett pulled into the parking lot in front of his lavish home and strode up the drive to the front door. Opening it, he gave a sigh and strode inside, heading straight for the stairs.

He wanted to fall into bed and sleep for a year. He climbed the stairs wearily, his legs aching from being on his feet almost constantly all day. He was about to go down the corridor toward his room when he hesitated, ruefully remembering that he had seen virtually nothing of his son and daughter for the last week or so. He guessed that Melanie was in her room, so he decided to look in and say hello to her before taking his nap.

Humming reflectively to himself, he walked down the hall towards his daughter's bedroom and turned the knob of the door, pushing it open and stepping inside before he was aware that anything was amiss. What he saw inside came to Rhett Wilkerson as such a shock that he was unable to move for several minutes.

Melanie was on the last lap of the terrific blow job she was administering to the naked black buck who stood in the center of her room. She was slurping at his prick noisily, her hands running up and down the backs of his legs, occasionally stopping to caress and tickle his balls.

Brutus was heaving his pelvis to and fro, thrusting his rigid pecker deep into her gulping gullet.

"Oooh, Y-yes, Miss Melanie,yes! You doing it good, baby! Real good! Suck on my big black prick, lady! Hell, You gonna make Me shoot my wad! Aaarrrgh!"

The big black stud threw back his head and roared in ecstasy, undulating his hips lewdly and grinding his groin against Melanie's face. Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure as she felt the stiff pole sink deep into her aching throat and begin to throb violently. Then, the first blast of sizzling jism spurted directly into her stomach, trickling down her throat in heavy rivulets.

"What the hell is going on here?" Rhett Wilkerson roared in a voice like thunder, his dark eyes crackling with shocked rage.

If Brutus hadn't been a strong young buck, there is little doubt that he would have had a heart attack and died right away then and there. As it was, his eyes snapped open, sparkling with pure terror, and he leaped back violently. His throbbing cock sluiced out of Melanie's mouth, still squirting thick, pungent jets of white cream. His wasted seed hurtled in the air and splashed onto the floor as the hulking black stud staggered back in blind terror, not knowing what to do.

Melanie turned her startled blue eves toward her father, her moist ruby red lips dripping with a strand of man juice, her nipples ripe and erect.

Through the veil of rage which obscured his vision and thoughts, Rhett could not shake a very definite surge of desire which cut through his lusty loins.

"I said, what the tarnation is going on here?" Rhett roared again, his angry eyes darting from Melanie to Brutus.

The blonde slut got to her feet and smiled coolly at her father, making no effort to cover her luscious, womanly body.

"Now, Daddy, you know very well what was going on here, since you barged in so rudely without bothering to knock. I was giving Brutus a blow job, that's all. It's nothing to get excited about."

"Nothing to get excited about!" Rhett shouted, trembling with rage, "My own daughter wrapping her mouth like a filthy whore around some goddamn nigger and then telling me it's nothing to be excited about!?" He was so mad saliva frothed from the corners of his mouth.

Melanie turned to Brutus and said calmly, "I think you'd better go, Brutus. My father and I would like to be alone for a while."

The black stud grabbed his pants and, shivering like a leaf, sprinted from the room stark naked. He didn't start to get dressed till he was half way down the stairs. And within half an hour, he had vanished completely. He never was seen in those parts again from that day on…

"Young lady," Rhett said through clenched teeth, "I have a good mind to horse whip you and then kick you off my property for good!"

Melanie pouted and said very petulantly, "Now, Daddy, don't be silly! You know what that would do to your chances of being Governor. Can't you see the headlines? 'Prospective Governor Throws Sixteen Year Old Daughter Out!' It wouldn't look good at all."

Rhett narrowed his eyes and looked at her through the haze of anger that made him shake. He felt a sudden urge to guffaw. Hell, she was a chip off the old block all right! The little bitch knew exactly how to manipulate him. She was right, of course. He couldn't risk a scandal at this stage in the game.

He was also becoming more and more acutely aware of her naked body, which Melanie made no attempt to hide from him. His eyes raked over her large, jutting breasts, capped with strawberry-hued nipples, and shot down to the lambent 'V' of golden pubic hairs that lightly covered her pouting mons. He felt lust begin to knot in his belly.

And Melanie quickly recognized the look in his eyes. She smiled up at him voluptuously, her heart beginning to hammer in excitement.

Her own father was getting turned on by her! The big, virile man who had always made her quiver with excitement when he hugged her to his brawny, masculine body. It was almost too good to be true!

"Daddy," she said sweetly, "I know you don't hold with black people and white people having sex with each other. At least, that's what you're always saying. But I know you fuck Dahlia all the time, so that seems a bit hypocritical to me! I like to have sex, and I'm so lonely here all the time, that sometimes I just don't know what to do!"

Rhett stared at her with smoldering eyes, and a savage grin suddenly played across his features.

"Well, honey, I ought to beat the shit out of you for this," he growled, "But I think I'll mingle punishment with pleasure and fuck the shit out of you instead!!"

He yanked at his tie, loosening it, and quickly began to unbutton his shirt. Melanie whimpered in delight, perching on the edge of her bed and spreading her legs as she watched her big burly father rapidly strip to the skin in front of her.

She gaped at his powerfully muscled body, his torso covered with a heavy mat of thick, dark brown hair. From between his legs rose a mighty ten inch pecker, about the same size as Jarvis', thick and heavy with an angry reddish knob. He was panting with lust, and she could tell that he was going to subject her to a long and grueling fuck session, one she was not likely to forget for a long time…

Rhett strode forward, his bulging pecker waving in front of him like a flag pole. He stopped directly in front of Melanie and she stared greedily at the bulbous knob that wobbled before her eyes, glistening with a drop of pre-come.

Rhett reached down and gripped a hold of his daughter's silken blonde hair and jerked at it cruelly.

"Suck on this for a while, slut," he growled thickly.

His head was whirling with lust, and his dark eyes glowed like smoldering coals. Melanie gave a little sigh and puckered her pretty pink lips, planting a moist, wet kiss on the tip of her father's penis.

She tasted the salty droplet of liquid on the piss-slit, and strummed her full lips across the spongy surface of the corona. Thrusting out her sweet pink tongue, she lashed it eagerly to and fro across the knob, tasting her father's manhood and shuddering in salacious delight.

Then, opening her mouth wide, she let the entire crown of his penis slide inside, and suckled it greedily, gently grazing the flaming flesh with her teeth. She curled her tongue lewdly around the underside of his cock head, and as Rhett pumped forward with his hips, his prick slid over the satiny trough and batted against her tonsils urgently. Melanie ran her hands up her father's hairy legs and raked her nails across his hard, compact buttocks as she gulped hard, taking the entire length of his gargantuan pecker deep into her hungry gullet. Rhythmically, she bobbed her head up and down, deep-throating the mammoth appendage with expertise.

A tremble of pleasure wracked Rhett Wilkerson's burly masculine body as he felt the tender silkiness of his daughter's mouth and throat fold around the sensitized shaft and knob of his tumescent sex organ, sending bolts of electric excitement to his loins.

"Oh, YEAH, suck it, baby! Suck it, you little whore! Swing on your daddy's heavy joint!"

He swiveled his hips lasciviously and sluiced in and out of Melanie's swarming oral orifice. His heart was pounding like a jack hammer, and his mouth was dry with lust. His big sweaty balls whapped up against Melanie's chin each time he stroked into her constricting throat.

Suddenly, Rhett backed off, drawing the ten inches of steely flesh and gristle out of Melanie's ravenous mouth with a moist popping sound. The huge tool snapped up rigidly against his belly and glistened, dripping with Melanie's saliva.

"Lie back on the bed," he ordered gruffly.

Mutely, Melanie complied, falling on the soft mattress and throwing out her arms staring up at her father with big, baby-blue eyes.

Rhett's hot eyes raked over her nubile young form, drinking in the sight of her creamy, unblemished flesh, and the large quivering mounds of her womanly boobs. He wrapped his big coarse fingers around the twin lobes of creamy flesh and squeezed them hard, the throbbing, juicy nipples scraping against the palms of his hands.

Melanie gave a low mewl of pleasure and arched her back, pressing her tits against her father's powerful hands. He lifted one of her boobs into the air, and crawled onto the bed beside her. Bending down, he pressed his face against the upturned hill of flesh.

Melanie felt her father's hot breath on her tingling flesh, and she shuddered in joy as his tongue whisked out and flicked across the turreting finger of flesh that rose from her pinkish aureole. Rhett gave a low, salacious growl and eagerly affixed his mouth to the warm, throbbing nubbin, sucking it hard, taking as much of her pillowy breast into his mouth as he could. He worried it with his teeth and lashed his tongue lewdly back and forth across the warm, smooth flesh, tasting the sweetness of her femininity.

Then, he moved on to her other tit, flicking the wet nipple of the first one with his thumb nail. As he suckled her throbbing breast, Rhett let his free hand slide slowly down her trembling body, across the soft, silken slope of her belly and onto her thigh. Soon, his hand feathered across the satiny fleece that lined her 'V' shaped furrow, and he hooked his finger inward, scraping it up and down the pouting, slippery slit.

Jabbing the finger in, he slid it into the crevice and began to worm it back and forth lewdly, frigging her vigorously. His coarse thumb sought out her clitoris and lewdly strummed the oily knob, sending explosions of ecstasy ricocheting through her sexually aroused sixteen year old body. Melanie cried out in incoherent ecstasy and began to grind her hips back and forth as her father worked a second finger into her aching cunt, all the while stroking his thumb in circular motions across her sizzling joy stick.

Rhett scooted down until he was facing the succulent pussy he was fingering. He gazed at it greedily, peeling back the folds of flesh that lined the vulva, and drinking in the sight of her glistening pink jewels. Bending forward, he inhaled the delicious, sweet freshness of her feminine scent, and thrust out his long, hungry tongue, swiping it across the slippery, oily pussy lips. Melanie gave a whimper of pleasure as his tongue began to move up and down in long, lewd licks, slurping noisily at her quaking box.

Rhett grasped her legs above the knees and forcibly spread them wide apart, exposing her cunt fully. Then, he plunged his face wantonly between her peach-like vaginal petals and sucked greedily at the fruit of her sweet cunt. His tongue fucked in and out of her clinging chasm, and Melanie moaned and screeched in delight, arching her back and undulating her pelvis wildly, running her fingers through her father's short, dark hair.

"Oooooh, Daddy! That-that feels soooo good! Do it, Daddy! Do it! Mmmmm!"

Rhett growled softly and mashed his face deeply into her thighs, working at her juicy snatch with his strong mouth and tongue.

Finally, he lifted his head, revealing a face that was smeared wilh her unctuous juices, and scooted up again, planting his hands on either side of her head and staring down into her flushed, pretty features.

Slowly, he began to lower his heavy, hairy body upon her, hunching his hips forward until the spongy, rubbery knob of his pecker banged against the wet maw of her vagina.

With a savage grin, Rhett slammed his hips forward, propelling his cock violently against her vulnerable cuntal mouth.

Melanie threw back her head and uttered a ragged scream of mingled pain and pleasure as the gargantuan barbed javelin plowed savagely into her throbbing bower of bliss, stuffing it full.

Rhett groaned in pleasure as he felt the succulent, heated sleeve envelope the entire length of his hard truncheon, and he dropped his heavy body upon Melanie's trembling form, skewering her completely with his mean mauler. Soon, his hairy belly was mashed against hers, and he was drawing his cock half way out of her succulent channel before ramming it all the way inside again. Squelching noises emerged from their mating loins as his prick sluiced like a well-oiled piston in and out of her love chute.

"You like that, don't you, little slut?" Rhett breathed savagely into his daughter's ear, "You like this big thick cudgel jammed up inside your whorish hot box!"

"Oh, yes, Daddy! Yes!" Melanie whimpered with joy, "Fuck me hard, Daddy! I want to be fucked hard! Yes! Ooooooh!"

Her small bed was creaking noisily as Rhett began to slam into her vigorously, small bestial grunts flying from his throat each time he plowed his pelvis forward and smacked his belly to Melanie's. He slid his big hamlike hands beneath the soft lobes of Melanie's ass and crushed them in a viselike grip, yanking her brutally up against his body. His rigid truncheon battered against her aching cervix, stretching it wide.

Melanie sobbed in ecstatic joy, her fingers raking across her father's broad, hairy, sweat-drenched back. His burly, hirsute chest flattened her throbbing tits and she could feel his rippling muscles as they slid across her sensitized, satiny skin. The musky, manly scent of her father's body filled her flaring nostrils like a heady aphrodisiac and made her head whirl with erotic fervor.

She wrapped her legs around Rhett Wilkerson's middle, locking her ankles together, and began to undulate her hips lasciviously, gasping and sobbing with joy as Rhett humped violently on top of her, giving her a lusty, bone rattling fuck.

"D-daddy! Ooooh! Y-yes! Y-y-e-e-e-s! I-I'm gonna cum! D-daddy! Aieeeeee!" Melanie suddenly screamed in a frenzy, her body wriggling frantically beneath his like an eel.

Her nails raked across his flesh as convulsive shudders of ecstasy tore through her sex starved body, and flecks of light sparkled before her eyes as rockets went off in her loins. White hot, sizzling bursts of pure rapture ripped through her body as she came and came and came once more. Her cunt spasmed violently, sucking and milking at the log of flesh and gristle which had elicited her violent climax. Rhett gave a growl of satisfaction as he felt her hot, honeyed juices splashing around his plunging pecker, and he redoubled his efforts, screwing her as hard as he could, oscillating his hips and churning her sweet chasm to buttery mush.

"Yeah, Melanie honey!" he roared like a bull, "I'm gonna fill you up with my hot, thick jism! Take it, baby! Take your Daddy's semen! Aaarrrgh!"

Melanie sobbed in delight as Rhett plunged deeply into her saturated, inflamed crevice and began to blast her womb full of his heavy, creamy load. It hosed violently from his spasming prick, jetting deep inside of her, mingling with her own sweetly flowing juices.

Rhett shuddered as the last drop of sperm oozed from the tip of his tingling pecker, and rolled off of Melanie with a groan.

"Hell," he muttered, "I came home to have a rest and ended up using more energy than I had all day!"

Melanie giggled and snuggled up against her big, virile father.