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CHAPTER EIGHT

The campaign headquarters for Rhett Wilkerson was a zoo. Melanie perched on the edge of a table as far away from the squealing swarm of enthusiastic Wilkerson supporters as she could. At least five T.V. sets were blaring as the initial election returns began to come in. Shouts of triumph pierced the room whenever the returns indicated that Wilkerson had an edge, and boos greeted any suggestions that Hardman was ahead.

On the walls of the room, gigantic posters of Rhett Wilkerson were plastered. Melanie's handsome father's face grinned toothily from the poster, and the slogan, read: Wilkerson: a southern gentleman with traditional values, a return to the basics!

Batches of multi-colored balloons were floating up to the ceiling or tied around chairs or to people's buttonholes. Most of the campaign people wore dozens of vote Wilkerson buttons and straw hats with more buttons pinned to them.

Melanie found the atmosphere utterly distasteful; a childish circus-like atmosphere which was blemished by the obvious hypocrisy of everything her father stood for. She didn't take this political hogwash seriously, and didn't see how anyone else could either. She yawned wearily and looked at her watch. It was just seven o'clock. Polling results wouldn't be in for another few hours at least. It looked like it was going to be a long night indeed.

But Rhett had insisted that both his children be at the campaign headquarters on that memorable night.

"When I'm elected Governor, I want the folks watching T.V. to see my whole family there to support me."

Melanie glanced around and saw that her brother, Jarvis, had cornered a giggling, buxom blonde campaign worker whose tits were the size of watermelons, and was turning on all his charm. Melanie smiled and shook her head. Well, Jarvis wasn't wasting HIS time, anyway. She wagered that before the evening was over, her lusty young brother was going to get laid.

She glanced around to see if there were any comely young guys who she could set her sights on, but though there were a number of good-looking dudes, she somehow just didn't feel like putting out the effort. Most of them were too caught up in the enthusiasm of the political contest to care much about anything else, anyway. Melanie yawned. Hell, what she needed was a good, hard fuck…

After their hot sex session, Rhett Wilkerson had sternly reprimanded his daughter on her sluttish behavior.

"If the press ever got a hold of the facts about you, I'd be ruined, honey," he said, "Now, if you're going to behave like a slut, you do it circumspectly, and in your own home, and with a white boy, please! What's going to happen if that black buck gets you pregnant? You tell me that!"

Melanie had batted her long lashes at him and looked properly contrite and had promised to behave with nunlike virtuousness from then on, lying through her teeth. Of course, she had no intention of stopping what had become her most enjoyable hobby. She would just have to be a bit more careful to insure that her father wouldn't catch her at it.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke near at hand.

"Well, you don't seem as though you're having a terrific time, Melanie Wilkerson!"

Melanie jerked her head in astonishment and gaped at the speaker. It was Randy Hardman! The son of her father's political opponent grinned at her impishly. He was dressed conservatively in a blue suit, with his short blond hair neatly combed and his handsome, tanned features scrubbed clean. In fact, he looked absolutely fantastic!

And from the way he was looking at Melanie Wilkerson, it was clear that Lance Hardman's boy was very pleased by the way his secret girl-friend looked.

Melanie was a picture of girlish prettiness. Her golden curls were swept back from her pretty porcelain face, and tied with small pink bows. She wore a frilly dress of frothy white, with a pink sash, and looked absolutely dazzling.

"Randy!" she squealed breathlessly, "What on earth are you doing here?"

The handsome young man winked at her and said, "Well, I got bored sitting around Dad's campaign headquarters waiting for the election returns, and I gathered that you might be feeling the same way. I don't see you hunched over a T.V. biting your nails in anxiety."

Melanie giggled in delight, very glad that Randy had done such an audacious thing as sneaking into Rhett Wilkerson's campaign quarters.

"I hope no one here recognizes you," Melanie said in a low voice, glancing around.

"No one here is looking at anything except the T.V. screen," Randy retorted, slipping his arm lightly around her waist, "But I would like some privacy. I have something to talk to you about."

Melanie looked around for her father and spotted him at the center of a knot of reporters, fielding dozens of questions.

"Come on, let's sneak into one of the offices in the back," Melanie said, hooking her hand through the crook of his arm and tugging him lightly.

They slipped through a door into the darkened passageway, and crept up to one of the opaque glass doors leading into various offices in the campaign headquarters. Trying each one, they finally found one that was unlocked, and pushed it open. They were about to step inside when they discovered that it was already occupied.

Jarvis Wilkerson had nailed the blonde floozy, Melanie saw immediately. The buxom campaign worker was lying on her back on a desk, her stockinged legs straight up in the air, her huge boobs flopping free from her blouse as the hunky young stud lustily pumped away on top of her, shoving his thick prick deep inside her honeyed chasm again and again.

"Oooh! Oooh! M-mr. Wilkerson! That's so nice!" the blonde squeaked, kicking her spiked heeled shoes off and scraping the heels of her feet against his hard buttocks.

"Looks like someone beat us to it," Randy whispered as he and Melanie hastily backed out of the room.

Melanie muffled a giggle and said softly, "Yes, that's my brother, Jarvis."

Randy arched his eye brows in amazement and clicked his tongue, a twinkle in his sexy blue eyes.

"My, my, you Wilkersons are a depraved lot, aren't you?" he said mockingly.

Melanie pushed him against the wall and nuzzled his cheek with her full coral-pink lips.

"Now," she said softly, "What was it you wanted to say to me, Randy Hardman?"

Randy pressed his mouth hungrily to hers, and then said, "First of all, I love you very much."

"I know. And I love you."

"And… I'd like you to elope with me."

Melanie's baby blue eyes opened wide. "I have a feeling you're not pulling my leg."

"I'm deadly serious. I think we should run away together. Tonight. And get married in the morning."

Melanie studied his features for a long time. It was a crazy idea. Both of their fathers would be utterly aghast when they found out. In fact, they might get cut off without a cent. But, Melanie decided suddenly, it was worth it. She was ready to get hitched. And she was pretty sure she could bring her father around in the end.

"O.K.," she said lightly.

Randy gaped at her in amazement. "Really?" he gasped, "You really mean you'll do it?"

"Of course!" she said, "Now we'd better get out of here before Daddy comes looking for me. We'll have to stop by my place so I can pack some things."

They slipped out the back door and hopped into Randy's Chevrolet and zoomed off into the night.

An hour later, the maroon Chevvy pulled up in front of the Bates Motel, ten miles outside of town, and a very good-looking couple hopped out, hand in hand, carrying small valises and looking very happy.

When the proprietor of the hotel asked them to sign the register, the handsome young man scribbled: "Mr. and Mrs. William Stark." Then, they were shown to their room.

It was a small, gaudily decorated room with a double bed and a television set.

Randy locked the door and strode over and switched on the television set.

Melanie raised her eyes and said mockingly, "I thought you weren't interest in the election results."

"I'm not," he responded, "I'm just making sure our neighbors don't overhear what's really going on in here!"

He crossed quickly to the pretty blonde and slid his arms around her, drawing her against his strong chest. Bending down, he brushed his lips against her mouth and kissed her hungrily. His fingers fumbled with the back of her dress, snapping open the buttons. He unhooked her brassiere, and stood back, gently drawing off her clothes and letting them fall to the ground. His hot blue eyes raked over her lovely, creamy body, and he let his hands slide over the curves and valleys of her womanly figure. She was wearing only a pair of pink, frilly panties now.

"Get in bed," he said huskily.

Melanie complied obediently, reclining on the white sheets and gazing at him with voluptuous periwinkle blue eyes.

Randy stripped quickly, tearing off his conservative blue suit, leaving on a pair of boxer shorts which were tenting at the crotch conspicuously. Then, he sprinted over to the bed and dived in on top of his wife-to-be. Melanie squealed with laughter as they tussled playfully. Then, the young stud rolled on top of her, his muscular body bearing down on her slender, curvaceous figure, flattening her breasts against his powerful torso. He crushed his mouth to hers and wormed his hungry tongue inside, swabbing up her saliva. Melanie gave a muffled groan of delight and ran her hands sensuously down his broad back and over the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She could feel the outline of his rigid ten inch cock throbbing against her belly.

On the T.V. set, the election returns were coming in.

The newsman was saying, "At the moment, it seems as though Wilkerson and Hardman are running neck to neck, with Wilkerson having a slight lead. But political experts believe that Hardman may sweep the western counties, which could mean a possible victory for the young liberal from Bay Springs…"

The twenty-one year old son of "the young liberal from Bay Springs" was now dry humping the daughter of his father's political opponent.

Drawing his mouth away from Melanie's his eyes glittering with lascivious excitement, Randy scrambled around on the bed until he was facing the soft mound Melanie's sweet cunt made in the silky panties she wore. His bulging boxer shorts were in line with Melanie's face.

Bending forward, Randy pressed his lips against the panties, sniffing the sweet, rich perfume of her girlish body. He felt the softness of her tender cunt through the thin material, and hooked his fingers in the elastic, slowly working the undergarments down about her ankles. He gazed greedily at the glittering 'V' shaped fleece between her legs.

Melanie fumbled with the elastic band that passed around her lover's middle and jerked his underpants down impatiently. His huge, heavy prong flopped free, poking crudely against her cheek, smearing it with a droplet of clear liquid.

She encircled the pulsating base of Randy's cock with her soft, small fingers, reveling in the feeling of the taut, silken flesh, stretched across the hard rubbery pole of flesh and gristle. Throbbing blue veins latticed the bulging sides, and Randy's big balls were bloated with heated man juice.

Purring with satisfaction, she lapped out her tongue and stirred it across the moist tip of her lover's pecker, licking at it like an ice-cream cone. Her head darted up and down, and she slurped eagerly at the corrugated sides, trilling her lips against them lasciviously. Randy gave a muffled groan of pleasure, burying his face between Melanie's silken thighs and kissing and sucking on her pussy.

"The election returns thus far indicate an unprecedented neck to neck race for the governorship," the newscaster was saying, "At this point, there is no way of determining who will emerge victorious. Wilkerson has an edge, but less than five thousand votes separate him and Lance Hardman. Hardman is expected to take the counties of…"

Melanie was sucking fervently at Randy's throbbing pecker, giving muffled squeals of delight as his tongue sluiced in and out of her honeyed crack. Randy was moaning with rapture, humping his hips back and forth, feeding his ten inch horse-dick to the sixteen year old blonde.

After a while, he pulled out of her mouth and scrambled around until he was facing her again. He planted a wet, sticky kiss on her warm, moist lips and said huskily, "Roll over on your belly, honey."

Melanie obeyed, her lush young body trembling with excitement. Randy ran his hand down the long slope of her back and across her sweet, creamy buttocks. Bending down, he rained kisses on the soft flesh of her back, moving slowly down toward her dimpled ass cheeks.

He dug his thumbs into the pillowy, pliant flesh and peeled the cheeks of Melanie's tush apart, revealing the puckered pink rose bud of her anus. It winked and sparkled merrily in the light cast from the T.V. screen.

Bending down, he blew hot air against the pouting asshole, and very gently brushed his lips across it. Melanie whimpered in delight as she felt her lover thrust out his long tongue and swirl it lewdly in a circular motion across the spasming surface of her sphincter muscle, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She squirmed and arched her hips slightly, allowing him better access to her nether chute. Her head was swimming in desire.

Randy gripped Melanie's buttocks hard in his hand, and ran his tongue in long, sloppy licks across her bunghole, making it wet and sticky with spittle.

Then, he thrust his tongue out and began to wriggle the tip of it against the puckered opening, feeling the way it clenched and tugged at his tongue hotly. Randy plunged his tongue forward, driving it deep inside the furnace-hot interior of Melanie's succulent colon, swabbing up her pungent juices. He fucked his tongue back and forth hungrily, wiggling it inside her, loving the way her asshole sucked and quivered with enthusiasm. His prick was throbbing with anticipation and stabs of red hot passion shot through his tightening belly.

"Now it's Lance Hardman in the lead, folks, but by an amazingly small margin of five hundred votes. Again, this is the tightest gubernatorial race in recent memory, and there is still no clear indication who will emerge victorious. Spokesmen from both campaign headquarters indicate confidence that their man will win the day, and at this point, no one can tell for certain which way the final tally will slide."

Randy rose up on his haunches, gripping onto the thick, pulsating staff of his aching boner. He scooted up, rubbing the fat, juicy knob of his cock up and down the crack between Melanie's translucent buttocks. He gently swirled the puckered glans over the pouting anal orifice, tickling it seductively and sending hot ripples of desire through his girl-friend's trembling loins.

He gripped tightly to her waist with his free hand and began to slowly hunch his hips forward. He sighed with pleasure as he felt her sphincter muscle give way with little resistance and slide slickly over the rubbery crown of his truncheon, quickly ensconcing it in the hot, silky interior of her anal chute.

Melanie tossed her blonde tresses in a frenzy of passion, cries and gasps of unadulterated delight fluttering from her pink lips as she felt the thick ramrod slowly penetrate her throbbing bunghole. She groaned in rapture as Randy began to saw his pelvis back and forth, driving inch after inch of the huge, throbbing sex tool deep into her bowels.

Randy grunted in animalistic pleasure, bucking his ass forward lustily, gripping tightly to his betrothed's hips as he impaled her on his stiff manhood. He felt the sleeve-like warmth of her silky rectal chasm sluice over the entire length of his aching pecker, and his muscular thighs came to rest against the cool, pillowy slopes of her high ass cheeks.

He growled in delight, oscillating his hips and savoring the sensation of having his barbed javelin buried to the hilt in the ass of the girl he loved.

He bent forward and slid his arms around Melanie's middle, grasping onto her big, bouncing boobs and squeezing them hard. He caught her throbbing nubbins between his forefingers and thumbs and plucked at them sensuously as he fucked her ass hard.

Melanie mewled in pleasure, lifting her haunches high and bucking back to meet her brawny lover's athletic pumping motions.

"Oooh, fuck me, Randy! Fuck my ass! Y-e-e-e-s!" she squealed in glee.

Randy pressed his face into her golden hair and forked his tongue lasciviously into her ear.

"You like that, huh, baby?" he said huskily, "You like my thick, long dick jammed up your hot ass!"

"Y-Yes, Randy! Yes!"

He held himself deeply inside of her hot chute, his heart thumping loudly, his balls curdling with lust. He knew if he kept up this ass fucking much longer, there would be no holding back. And he wanted to prolong this session considerably.

After a few more deeply penetrating strokes, he abruptly pulled out of her with a moist sucking sound.

"Lift your ass high, babe," he ordered huskily, "I want your sweet pussy now!"

Mewling in delight, Melanie wriggled her hips salaciously and raised her ass, exposing the tender, dripping muff between her legs.

With a lewd grin, Randy guided the mushroom-shaped tip of his fat prong against the maw to her vaginal tunnel and gave a grunt as he lunged forward.

Melanie sobbed in delight as the huge log of rubbery flesh sliced up into her belly, filling her sweet, cock-hungry cunt to the brim with rigid manmeat. He groaned in pleasure as the slick, spasming membranes churned around his throbbing boner, and began to stroke in and out of her lubriciously, his big balls slapping up against her belly each time he sank to the hilt inside her sucking, burning pussy.

"Yeah, baby, Yeah!" he moaned in delight, slamming into her hot box again and again, "That feels so good! Mmmmmmm!"

Melanie gasped and whimpered with ecstatic glee, pushing back against him, digging her fingers into the sheets as tremors of searing pleasure raced through her loins.

"From the campaign headquarters of Rhett Wilkerson, here is the man himself being interviewed by our reporter, Nat Staunch."

"Mr. Wilkerson, this is the closest gubernatorial race in our state's history. Do you still maintain that you will emerge victorious in the end?"

"I think there's no question about it, Nat. The people of this state want stability and virtue, and sound, tried ideas. They know that I will deliver what I promise. They know my spotless record. Hardman is just a flash in the pan. I think you'll see soon, when the returns from the Southern counties come in, that I will be ahead by a considerable margin…"

"Ooh, Melanie, baby! I-I can't hold it back much longer! I think I'm gonna shoot!" Randy gasped hoarsely.

He rammed into her deeply, stuffing his thick horsedick to the balls into her aching cunt. Melanie's head whirled with libidinous excitement. Ripples of hot, molten pleasure began to accumulate deep within her loins. As Randy slammed into her again and again, her cunt began to burn hotter and hotter, and suddenly, a tumultuous explosion of incredible intensity wracked her middle, and she screamed with joy, uncontrollable shudders of rapture running up and down her body.

"Awwwwww, baby! Here it is! Take it,sweetheart! Aaarrrrgh!" Randy roared.

He pounded into her hard, gripping tightly to her hips as his balls began to tighten and seethe with boiling male juices.

Great spurts of white-hot semen hurtled up the tubes of his spasming dick and fountained deep into Melanie's quaking womb. Randy groaned and shuddered and twitched with carnal delight, Melanie's sucking, spasming cunt milking every last drop of pungent man juice from his virile balls.

He pulled out of her cunt, panting hard, his big pecker still stiff as a ramrod.

"Turn over honey," he said huskily.

Melanie rolled over on her back, gasping and shuddering with the aftershocks of a mind-shattering multiple orgasm. Her sweet, golden-fringed pussy was glittering with her juices and with flecks of Randy's creamy semen, which streamed down her thighs in steady rivulets.

"I'm not through yet, baby," he said thickly, "Not by a long shot!"

He rolled his brawny, sweaty body on top of hers, and moments later, the bed was creaking and groaning as two lusty young bodies slapped wetly together, their moans and cries mingled with the steady voice of the anchorperson on the television set.

They fucked for most of the night, and were probably the last persons in the state to find out who won the election.

Early the next morning, they woke up a preacher, and two days later, the headlines of the scandal rags blared: governor's child weds child of defeated opponent!

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship…