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Southern Belle

By: blueyedsenior



I had just finished my dinner at the Bulldog in Columbus Mississippi. The noise level was increasing as the college crowd was coming in. I was still drinking a cup of coffee, working on the delicious vestiges of my Key lime pie, when I noticed a group of sorority girls walk through the door. Even though they were young, I was impressed with how demurely they conducted themselves, yet with the coy flirtatiousness of young girls. It was easy to detect in them, the gentile breeding of the south. Their youthfulness transported me back to my young days, and my mind spun through some delicious reveries. One girl in particular caught my eye. She had long dark hair, blue eyes, and the kind of pouting lips that begged to be kissed.

I knew that any kind of involvement with a woman of this age was out of the question for me. Even if she would have been interested, I doubt that I could have seriously considered her a satisfying endeavor. For me, true enjoyment could only be with an older, more mature woman—one who knew the pleasures of her body, and had the patience to have each sensual spot explored by a man familiar with the process of opening locks—a woman who knew the parry for each thrust. I paid my bill, and looked once more on that beautiful young thing, and mentally smiled an exhortation “go to it boys!”

The drive back toward Louisville was pleasant. It was one of those balmy June nights, not too hot, and the humidity was unseasonably low. Turning off the air conditioner, I opened the window, allowing the intoxicating aroma of honeysuckle to caress my nostrils, putting its foot in the crack of my sensual door. 

Driving slowly, I listened to the sounds of tree frogs, hiding beneath the blanket of kudzu that draped the trees with its suffocating green foliage. It was a joy to drive, there being little traffic on the road, no lumber trucks to block my view, or throw stones, which could crack my windshield.

As I drove I heard the gauzy giggles of the sorority girls, thinking of the one with dark hair and blue eyes. I smiled as I wondered what her mother looked like, and fantasized a mature version of this young southern belle. 

Being away from home for two weeks now had filled my reservoir of swirling hormones to the point of overflowing, and the combination of lustful thoughts, soft music, and balmy southern ambiance cast its spell over me as I felt a mild swelling in my groin. I smiled as I turned the dial on the radio, changing from country music to soft rock and oldies, feeling a longing in the pit of my abdomen as I imagined dancing cheek to cheek with that beauty’s young mother, my nostrils smelling her shampooed tresses, and the delicate aroma of her perfume.

She was there beside me as if by magic. The soft strains of Moonlight Serenade spiralled dreamily from the radio. My softly hanging testicles flexed in tiny spasmlets, as I felt her long red fingernails tracing up and down the side of my neck. 

I looked to my right and there in the seat beside me was the older version of the coquettish southern belle. Her face showed the rich patina of her experience, and years of care. Her smile was radiant. “Hello Cindilee” I said. How did I know her name? Funny, it was as if I had always known her. She moved closer showing no concern of the danger of an unbuckled seat belt. I felt her silken dark hair brush my cheek and neck as my nose feasted on the banquet of her perfumed elegance. 

“Did you like my daughter?” she asked.

I smiled, thinking about the young girl’s lovely figure, bright smile and flirtatious awareness. “Yes, Cindilee, I found her quite exciting.”

“As exciting as her mother?” she asked, her red lips showcasing her sparkling teeth.

“Well, that is not quite fair. She is young and beautiful, but doesn’t even approaching the presence that you possess.”

“Mmmmmm. Well, that’s the right answer, you political devil.”

If she could have felt what I was feeling between my legs and in the pit of my stomach, she would have had no doubt of my sincerity. I wanted to take her hand and put it against my swelling length, and then bask in the ambiance of her touch, but didn’t want to appear crude in her presence. I hoped that she would brush me there, if even by mistake.

“Are you saying that I excite you?” she purred. She spoke with a sultry fog that blanketed her voice, which caused me to press my legs together and embrace my expanding flesh.

“Don’t you know how much you excite me Cindilee? You have excited me with each picture you have sent me—to the point of…” What was I thinking? I had never seen her before.

“Yes, I do know.” There was a devilish sparkle in her eyes “I have been with you in my dreams.”

I was amazed, that she would say this, and flashed back to the dreams I had been having, and realized that it was she who participated in every dream that awoke me, my chest heaving, and my sheet wicking the warm aloe pool of our lovemaking.

“Tell me how much Matt.” I saw the tip of her pink tongue lick her upper lip to the corner.

“Well, ah…”

“Tell me”

“I have made glorious love to you in my sleep Cindi —many times.

“It has been beautiful Matt” She giggled as she said “a couple times, my husband woke me, and asked what I was dreaming.”

I jerked the wheel slightly to the right, causing the car to wiggle, as the shock of her touch coursed through my body. I cleared my nervous throat and said, “Yesss!”

Her flat hand ironed the fabric of my trousers across my thigh, and then, pushed on my hardness, gathered in the material of my trousers and underwear. Then, her fingers found the girth of my expanding manhood, pulling slightly, positioning it, as they wrapped around the exited expanse. My buttocks clamp together and I couldn’t help the breath that escaped as I moaned, “Cindiii.” I couldn’t help but wonder if she had discovered sex when she was in college like her daughter, thinkng perhaps, tonight her little one will be holding one of those boisterous young men in the Bully, or outside in his car.

“I like how it feels Matt” she whispered in my ear as she continued to rub my crotch. She kissed the side of my neck and slipped her left arm around my shoulders and down my shirt. My body was now as taught as a crossbow, cocked for the kill.

She knew how to make a man feel good, as she straightened me inside the material and started stroking sensuously along the length of my shaft.

“What are you thinking Matt?”

I didn’t want to be blatant, or crude, and hesitated to answer. But she didn’t need an answer as her arm slid from my shoulders and moved downward to hold my belt. Her other hand fumbled for the zipper and began to move it downward. My fingers grasped the wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white as I wiggled my hips trying to accommodate her progress. I spread my legs slightly, while I concentrated on the lights of an oncoming car, and felt her hand fumbling to get through the fabric. The touch of her hand on my naked flesh warmed me with a sudden chill as her fingers entered the open slit of my silk boxers. She scratched my pubic hair as if to massage my mound and let me know that she was just playing with me, making me ache with the marvel of her touch upon the crying flesh of my penis.

“Right now, Cindilee, I am thinking that I am going to explode before we get very far.”

“Well, you had better be a very good boy Matt, and control yourself, so this Mississippi lady can glean all of the goodness of this experience.”

Her hand was well inside now, and I felt her wrist now pressing against my abdomen. The palm of her hand found my engorged length pointing downward in my pants leg and pushed at it twice. Then her fingers wrapped their knuckled length around my girth. My buttocks tightened and locked together, as my mind cried out “Jesus!” My eyes glazed as the approaching car passed, and a light show went on in my periphery. I heard, but barely “Ooooh Matt, I would call this a nice handful.”

Her head was now on my shoulder. I was captivated by the clean shampooed smell of her dark hair, and couldn’t quite believe this was happening to me. But her hand kept working me out of the slit of my boxers, and then I felt the balmy air as my plumped manhood came nakedly into the humming automobile, back lighted by the greenish glow of the car radio, which was giving forth the sound of Johnny Mathis singing “Twelfth of Never”.

“It’s pretty” She said.

“What?” I asked

“I think your penis is beautiful Matt and it is calling for my attention.”

She was holding it erect, pointing it straight upward, although, she didn’t need to. I jumped, the flexing of my buttocks raising me higher on the seat, as I felt the stream of cool air from her pursed lips blowing on my shiny purplish head. I had never heard my penis referred to as pretty, and was captivated by the word.

The head lights of the car blazed on each white dash in the middle of the road, as if marking the distance to Lake Takota. I was concentrating to get us there safely, but my body was awash with the anticipation of what was next to come.

Her hair rustled deliciously on my shirt as her head moved downward. I felt the moue’s of her soft lips kissing the tip of my head, which, again caused my buttocks to clamp. My hamstrings pulled taut, and a long “ssssssss” escaped across my damp tongue which pressed the roof of my mouth. The feeling was unexplainable, and I heard the soft pianissimo of her pecking lips against my skin, which nearly made explode.

My eyes widened to make sure that I paid attention to the narrow dark road and my Adams apple bobbed in my neck, as I swallowed, anticipating her next move. A thousand tiny shocks covered my body as I felt the tip or her warm tongue smearing her saliva over the taught, shiny surface of my hardened head. My toes compressed at the touch of her tongue as I felt it fold into an envaginated vee, lick the rim of my helmet, and then draw a line down the center, pausing at my slit. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop the ooze of the clear baby oil-like substance that found its way to the tip of my throbbing erection. As my fingers, white- knuckled-tight, gripped the steering wheel, I wanted to close my eyes, but dared not. I hoped that she wasn’t turned off by the substance that I have heard referred to as ‘precum’, but then felt her tongue slipping over my skin more easily as she squeegeed the liquid, over the top and sides of my head, and then up and back on the seam underneath.

Urgently, I hissed “Cindilee, I can’t hold back!” She handled the situation as calmly as if she were a surgeon in the midst of a medical crisis. I felt her hand reach into my fly, and then down past my scrotum, feeling her finger slide behind my balls, finding the spot, and pressing it tightly. Then she began sliding her lips like soft gentle gaskets down my tapered head, knowing no matter how excited I became, I would not gush uninvited inside her mouth. I was having a very difficult time concentrating on the road, and felt relieved when I saw the billboard advertising the Takota Motel—just three more miles to go. I was wanting to close my eyes, to lay back and kick up my heals. To reciprocate in lavishing my lady’s femininity with my own tongue, and I gasped suddenly as her soft lips slid further down my shaft and then my achingly sensitive head touched the softness of her warm and wet soft palate.

Mercifully, the light was green, and I slowed to make the right turn to the lake, then did my best to hold my foot steady on the accelerator for the next mile and a half. Her finger continued to press, as her wet lips skimmed through her warm saliva and tickled my maleness to ecstasy. We approached the dim lights of the motel, not a motel by road standards, but more like a country Inn, set off the road on the edge of a lake. I made the left turn, crunching over the gravel parking lot, the lights of the car shining on the lake. We stopped. I whispered…Cindilee…please stop, but keep your finger in place for a few moments, so I don’t ejaculate prematurely. I felt embarrassed to have to say this, but hoped that she would appreciate my honesty. Her lips slid up my shaft as her tongue continued to excite me, over the back of my head, and then off the taper to the tip, and released me with a gentle “pop.” 

“ loved the feel of you in my mouth Matt.”

I gently took her wrist and moved her hand out of my fly, as I realized the crisis was past, and touched my hand under her chin, raising it. Looking into her blue eyes which mirrored my reflection caused by the soft amber lights in the parking lot, I kissed her soft lips, so very softly and wondered if the softness of her lips had anything to do with their activity on my shaft. I felt the soft warm breath from her nostrils on the side of my face, and warmed at the soft moan coming from deep inside. Her lips parted slightly taking mine with them and the tip of my tongue parted my lips further as I licked the inner surface of her’s, then felt the tip of her tongue on the underside of mine. 

My hand pushed the hem of her skirt up her smooth legs, as the silky mesh of her hose caressed my fingertips. There is an excitement about fondling with clothes on that excites my imagination. The thought of where my hand is going causes a filling and tightening of my maleness that being naked and seeing doesn’t always accomplish. It must be the mystery of what I am going to feel, and the whole of my presence anticipates each movement. My first sensual shock came as my fingers moved up the criss-cross of her smooth mesh, and felt the seam and then the lace of her hose. It seemed as if my senses couldn’t be any more involved as our lips and tongues gave and took pleasure, causing our saliva to overflow and leak down the sides of our chins. My fingers felt the lace end as they touched the shaved smoothness of her warm and tender inner thigh. “Thigh-highs!” I realized, and the realization caused a shock of excitement to shoot straight to my genitals. I cramped the cheeks of my bottom tightly, knowing that if I didn’t I would fill my pants with my hot white cream.

I felt with my lips the pulse in hers as her excitement continued to grow, and my heart fluttered, as my sensitized fingertips crept eagerly along her smooth leg between the lace of her hose and the fabric of her panties. My fingers reached the band of her panties and traced between skin and fabric. Then my fingers stretched long and felt the gathering of her pubic hair through the lace material, and I pushed and caressed the curls which sprouted from her padded mound. Her hips started to gyrate slowly, raising the part of her legs closer to my finger tips, and I realized that I had teased long enough. 

The contours of her body were magic to me. My extended middle finger felt the combined puffiness of her large lips, and I saw in my mind the soft crack, waiting to be explored. My finger pressed the fabric between her two soft lips and immediately, the soft hardening node touched the tip of my finger. She bucked forward to seat the touch and her thighs closed on my hand tightly to hold the touch in place. I pushed, and circled, feeling the luscious liquid beginning to wick through her panties. I pushed and she met my push. I circled and she gyrated. As she broke the seal of our kissing lips, tiny strings of saliva stretched and snapped. Her head tilted back, and her lips compressed, holding in the muffled mmmmmph, mmmmphs of her rising passion.

I needed to be there, on her naked wetness. So, I pulled the bunched and damping material aside, put my finger inside her lusciously wet groove, and slid back up to the growing clitoral excitement, touched the tip, wiggled it and heard her thrilled ‘ooooh’. I pushed the tip up inside her hood, feeling its mass gather, as I began massaging and circling. Her thighs opened and closed, almost clapping as they touched. Her hips bucked and gyrated, and my finger slid round and round her swollen node.

I worked my finger with a passionate purpose, as I glowed with the excitement of knowing that I was pleasing her. She gyrated in wild circles, bucking forward when she feared my finger would leave the engorged surface. Each buck produced an “uh, uh, uh”, her neck resting on the seat back, her head back, wagging from left to right as she bucked. And then in one action her legs smothered my hand, as she gasped “mmmmmmmahhhhhhhh! Aaahhhhh! Ohhhh!” I could feel the spasms high up in her legs and in her vaginal lips, once, twice, three times, a pause, two quick jerks, and then total relaxation. 

She rested her head on my shoulder and purred, “Oh Matt that was good.” 

I was so proud that I made her feel good, and knew that once we walked up those stairs and closed the door, that the evening was going to be the most magical night I had ever experienced.

Southern Belle



Foreword

"Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!" Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, lily white form.

Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely blonde girl's impossibly stretched, throbbing cuntal chasm, her legs hooked around his middle, her hips heaving in a frenzy of carnal passion.

The small, canopied bed groaned and creaked as the eighteen year old Southern belle, the daughter of one of the state's most conservative political icons, wantonly fornicated with the big, sweaty Negro manservant.

Brutus suddenly pulled his purplish, vein-latticed mauler out of the blonde slut's tight, satiny cunt and scrambled up on his knees, straddling her middle. Grabbing her big pillowy breasts, he pulled them apart, sandwiching his hefty black prong in the deep cleavage, between the quivering lobes of white flesh.

Oscillating his hips lewdly, he stroked his thick, bulging prick back and forth between her silky, hot breasts. His cock was so long that it bumped against her chin each time he thrust forward.

"AWWWW, SHIT, MA'AM!" he roared huskily, tossing back his black head, "I GONNA SHOOT MY WAD! AAAARRRGH!"

Melanie whimpered in delight, stretching her pouting pink lips wide apart as jets of thick, hot semen spouted from the purplish dick head and spattered over her face...

Chapter 1

"What in the dickens shall I do today?" Melanie Wilkerson pouted pettishly, sitting in the open French window which looked out upon the verdant land and gardens that belonged to her wealthy father.

Melanie was an extremely beautiful girl of eighteen, a lovely combination of woman and child, the type only to be found in the South. She had lambent golden curls which cascaded around her shoulders prettily, framing an oval, porcelain face with enormous, long-lashed blue eyes, a perky upturned nose, and full, strawberry-hued lips. Her complexion was peaches and cream. Indeed, she looked the picture of health, a stunningly gorgeous Southern peach, renowned throughout the county for her lovely features.

Today, she was wearing a white silk dress with puffy sleeves and a dipping cleavage which revealed her ample, jutting breasts, far larger than those of most girls of eighteen. Her figure was like that of an hour glass, lusciously curvaceous with an incredibly slender waist and long, sexy legs. Many a lusty young buck had drooled over the sight of the dimpled Miss Wilkerson parading through the town's streets usually shaded by a parasol, and more often than not, with her begloved hand slipped in the crook of her father's arm.

Rhett Wilkerson was a burly, powerfully built man, a man who was fiercely possessive and extremely ambitious. He was also one of the wealthiest men in the state. The Wilkersons had dabbled in politics since before the Civil War, and there had almost never been a time in recent history in which the family was not represented in the Senate or Congress, or at least the state's legislature. Two times a Wilkerson had served as Governor, and it was Rhett Wilkerson's lifelong ambition to become the third and youngest man in his family to gain that coveted political post.

Wilkerson was not a scrupulous or particularly compassionate man. He could ladle charm when necessary, and during the past few months, he had bombasted the state with an expensive campaign, kissing numerous babies and visiting every orphanage and old folks home he could. Recent polls placed him neck to neck with another ambitious young politician, a handsome Democrat named Lance Hardman. Both men were in their early forties, and therefore, which ever one won the election would become the youngest Governor in the State's history.

The State had habitually elected Democrats to office, but Wilkerson, a staunch and conservative Republican, was banking on the fact that Hardman was known to be a bit too liberal for the people of the State, especially in his attitude toward race relations. And Rhett Wilkerson intended to win the election, whatever the cost...

Melanie was sick and tired of hearing of nothing but the election, day in and day out. She had been forced to accompany her father - a widower - to many a social function, and pose with him for numerous newspaper photography sessions.

If there was one thing that Wilkerson prized above all else, it was his precious daughter. He was fiercely protective of her, and made sure she was under his wing whenever possible. He had spoiled Melanie in many ways, but had hampered her movements at the same time. Especially now that she was blossoming into a young woman and young sparks were perking up and noticing when she passed. Rhett didn't want his daughter sullied, and above all, he didn't want his name to be dragged through the mud during these delicate days before the election. If his daughter should become involved in a sordid affair and the opposition became aware of it, Wilkerson's chances could be ruined.

So, Melanie was beginning to feel stifled and restless. She wanted more out of life than she was getting, and one thing that whetted her appetite was the thought of getting a handsome young beau. Up until now, Rhett Wilkerson had scared off any young pup who had come to woo his daughter. Wilkerson wanted to choose Melanie's prospective husband carefully, and not until she was twenty would he even consider the question. But he did have his eye on young Nestor Previtts, whose father came from one of the oldest and most distinguished, and richest, families in the state. But Melanie hated Nestor.

"He's skinny and has pimples and smells bad," she pouted to her girlfriends.

What she secretly longed for was a handsome young man who resembled her brother, Jarvis.

Jarvis Wilkerson was twenty, and extremely handsome. He stood six foot one inch tall and weighed a hundred and ninety pounds. He had short, light brown hair and green eyes, set in an insolently handsome face, which could crease into a dazzling smile. His body was muscular and streamlined from much horseback riding, and he was an excellent polo player. His father wished that Jarvis, considered one of the State's more eligible young bachelors, would show a little more interest and ambition in something other than horses and girls, but he indulgently felt that after all, Jarvis was young and had to sow his wild oats.

Melanie often complained that her older brother was allowed to do as he pleased while her activities were severely limited, and her father had sternly reported that she was a lady and was expected to behave like one.

"With a young man, it is different," Rhett had said, with maddening sexism.

Thinking of this now, as she perched in the French window, basking in the warm sunlight, Melanie scowled with childish anger, her baby blue eyes snapping with Wilkerson fires. Like her father, she was stubborn and strong-willed and liked to have her own way.

Not that she resented Jarvis for having more privileges than she did. Melanie was devoted to her older brother, worshipped him, in fact. Just the thought of him made her heart go pit-a-pat, and she dreamed of being swept off her feet by a gallant young prince who looked exactly like Jarvis.

Melanie had been too carefully brought up to suspect that her feelings for her brother were more than romantic fantasies. She had no idea what incest was, and did not recognize her incestuous feelings for her brother for what they were.

But she was definitely aware of sex. She had discovered long ago, when she was twelve, that by touching the soft and delicately fringed mound between her legs with the cuticles of her fingers, she could create the most exquisite sensations. And the whispering, giggling talk of her girl-friends had given her a shadowy suggestion of the actual act of fornication. She had seen men with their shirts off, and she had certainly watched the crotches in men's pants and dreamt about what those bulges contained. Against her father's strict orders, she had sneaked out to watch stallions being mated to mares, and had found the sight extraordinarily exciting, sending a flush of warmth coursing through her nubile young body.

Her one actual contact with sex had come several weeks earlier when she had nearly created a scene by opening the door to her father's bedroom and found him lustily mounting Dahlia, the black girl who helped in the kitchen. Melanie had only caught a glimpse of the lewd scene before she hastily retreated, but it had been enough to sharpen her curiosity. She had seen her father's broad, sweaty, hairy back and Dahlia's luscious, mahogany colored legs wrapped around his waist. She had watched the way his hard buttocks flexed and lifted and fell, and had heard Dahlia's delighted whimpers and moans as the big stud entered her again and again...

Melanie felt a stab of envy for Dahlia which she would never have admitted aloud. The pretty black girl, a gorgeous mulatto, was twenty-five and had worked with the cook in the Wilkersons' kitchen since she was nineteen. Now Melanie realized that her services had been procured in order for Rhett Wilkerson to have a mistress, for she had come to work at the house weeks after the death of Melanie's mother.

Dahlia may have been poor and black, but she had a happy, carefree manner and lifestyle that Melanie secretly envied. She knew Dahlia was a slut, and there was something titillating about the idea.

Brutus, the hulking black buck who helped out with the horses, was constantly hanging around the kitchen and Melanie had seen the way Dahlia flirted with him. She wagered, in fact, that Dahlia did a lot more than just flirt with the huge black stud.

Melanie felt a tremor of excitement shudder through her again, and her loins became warm and moist. With a sigh of boredom and oppression, Melanie jumped out of the window and flounced out of the lavishly decorated room.

She wandered through the huge mansion aimlessly, feeling utterly bored. Rhett was away on the campaign trail, of course, making another of his endless appearances at a factory or something. Jarvis was out riding with his buddies. And Melanie was all alone in the huge house with the servants.

Melanie was going past the kitchen, idly wondering if perhaps she could telephone her best friend, Missy Simpson, when she heard voices which made her stop just outside the door. She heard Dahlia's rich, feminine laugh, and a deep, rustling masculine voice, which she recognized as belonging to Brutus. A crafty look came over the Southern belle's features, and she crept to the door and very gently pushed it slightly ajar, placing her eye against the crack. From that position, she got a good glimpse at the kitchen.

Dahlia was leaning coquettishly against the stove, her warm brown eyes twinkling with excitement as she tilted her pretty head up to look into the jet black, ruggedly masculine features of the man they called Brutus.

Dahlia was dressed in a floral patterned frock which complemented her dusky skin and luscious figure well. The mulatto servant knew how pretty she was, and made the most of her physical assets. Now, she was thrusting her full, pendulous breasts forward sensuously, and the large, melon-shaped lobes of flesh pressed against the thin material of her blouse. The round pouting circles of her pointy nipples were clearly outlined by the thin material, and Brutus' smoldering eyes kept darting down and ogling them greedily.

Brutus was a brawny, impressive specimen of manhood. Standing six feet two inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds of solid musculature, he was a great hulking brute of a man, with broad shoulders and a powerfully built chest. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt that was open to the navel, revealing the hard jutting curves of his pectoral muscles, and the rippling-washboard definition of his belly. The tight tan breeches that hugged his legs and thighs were tenting alarmingly at the crotch, revealing the gigantic proportions of his sexual organs quite clearly.

Dahlia's doe-like brown eyes dropped bashfully from Brutus' face and fleetingly glanced at the big stud's crotch, and Melanie could see a tremor of excitement rush through the lovely mulatto slut's body.

"Aw, c'mon, Dahlia," Brutus coaxed, smiling at her lewdly, "Ain't nobody gonna stop us! Les go out to the barn for a while. Dotty's gawn to her Maw's place fer the afternoon, and the Wilkersons, all 'cept Miss Melanie, is gone away. An' Miss Melanie never has no business down at the barn!"

Dahlia giggled, wiggling her hips teasingly and said, "Now, Brutus, you is bad! You knows that Dotty tole me to look after the kitchen for her till she comes back! What if she comes back early and finds me not here? I'll get my ass beat, that's what!"

Brutus smiled wolfishly, licking his sensuous thick lips, and said huskily, "Yeah! She ain't the only one who'd like to beat dat ass, Dahlia! Only, when I does it, you gonna like it!"

Lewdly, the big brute reached down and rubbed his throbbing crotch with his big fingers. He reached out and grasped Dahlia's small brown hand and drew it against his groin, pressing it there and swiveling his hips.

Dahlia's eyes widened as she felt the stiff throbbing of his lust-thickened meatiness through the coarse material of his trousers, and she gave a little whimper of excitement.

"You sees how much I wants you, Dahlia," Brutus said hoarsely, "C'mon, les go to the barn."

Dahlia's resistance had fallen completely. She raised her swimming brown eyes, large and trembling with excitement, and slightly parted her full, moist lips.

Brutus gave a low growl and bent down, wrapping his powerful arms around her slender form and crushing her willowy young body against his huge physique, smothering her lips hungrily with his own.

Melanie shuddered in lascivious delight as she watched the two Negroes kiss passionately. Her own body was stirring with the warm juices of passion, and her cunt began to tingle and quiver in sympathetic excitement. She gaped as she watched Brutus' big mouth open wide and cover the lower part of Dahlia's face as he forced his long thick tongue deep into the mulatto wench's mouth.

Brutus' big hands slid down Dahlia's back and dug into the high, firm cheeks of her succulent ass, squeezing them lewdly as he crushed his pelvis against hers.

Struggling, Dahlia pushed away from him, panting hard, her eyes wide with mingled passion and nervousness.

"Not here, fool!" she gasped, "Miss Melanie's likely to walk in on us, and then there's no telling what might happen! Let's go on out to the barn."

Brutus grinned wolfishly and said, "I thought you'd nevah ask!"

They went together to the screen door that faced the barn, and exited separately. Brutus went first, striding rapidly across the lawn towards the barn, and Dahlia tripped nervously behind him, her big brown eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one was watching them.

If Dahlia had known that every movement she and Brutus had made, and every word they had spoken, had been seen and heard by Melanie Wilkerson, the black servant would have died in horror. But Melanie had no intention of reporting on the lusty black couple. She merely wanted to find out what it was that they did in the barn which was so exciting.

The crafty blonde belle waited until the big barn door swung shut behind Dahlia. Then, she darted across the kitchen and out the screen door, and rapidly and noiselessly approached the barn.

Having been raised on her father's estate, she knew every nook and cranny like the back of her hand. And Melanie knew how to get into the hay loft in the barn without having to go through the door.

She hurried around to the back of the barn. A window high up led into the hay loft, and a thick rope dangled to the ground from a nail several inches below the window. Knots at various intervals in the rope made foot and hand-holds.

Though she behaved very much like a lady in public, the instincts of a tomboyish girlhood still remained intact in Melanie's lively form, and she had no trouble at all clambering up the rope once she had kicked off her shoes. She peered cautiously over the edge of the window, and then slipped inside. She crawled on all fours through the hay until her face reached the square hole that looked down into the barn. She heard the restless stirring and neighing of the horses, and the sighs and moans of two other beings.

Peering over the trap door, she found to her delight that she had a perfect view of the illicit scene that was unfolding beneath her.

Brutus had taken Dahlia into one of the empty horse stalls. A ray of sunlight made its way through a crack in the barn wall and bathed the two lovers in a golden honeyed beam.

The black stud was kissing Dahlia hungrily, and he had hoisted up her skirts and was running his big coarse hands over the luscious, smooth lobes of her tush.

He pulled away suddenly, panting with lust, and tossed off his shirt impatiently, revealing his brawny, muscular torso. Then his hands flew to his belt, and in a matter of seconds, he had shed his pants and was standing before Dahlia in all his naked glory.

Melanie could barely keep herself from gasping aloud in utter astonishment. Her big blue eyes grew wide with wonder. She had never seen a man's penis before, though she had frequently imagined what they were like. Brutus' prick looked absolutely gargantuan! It looked like the cock on one of the stallions her father frequently put to stud!

Melanie's exaggeration was not too far from the truth. Brutus was indeed extraordinarily well hung. His pride and joy was a full eleven inches in length when completely erect, and was almost as thick around as a man's wrist. This lusty length of gristle and flesh thrust before him like a small arm with a balled fist on the end, throbbing impatiently.

Dahlia gazed down at it, trembling in excitement, uttering a little cooing sound of desire. She reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand across the bloated purplish tip, smearing the droplet of pre-come that had formed there all over the glans.

She encircled the pulsating shaft with her fingers and stroked her hand lovingly up and down, squeezing lightly. With her other hand, she titillated the black stud's enormous, baseball-sized balls, lifting them and testing their weight, scraping her fingernail across the scrotum. Brutus' huge frame shuddered in appreciation as the sultry mulatto wench stroked his humongous whanger. He licked his lips in lascivious anticipation.

"C'mon baby," he said huskily, "let me feel that warm mouth of yours on me!"

With a sigh of excitement, Dahlia dropped to her knees in the hay and stared at the protruding appendage which pointed at her face. Puckering her lips, she pressed them against the mushroom-shaped tip, laving out her tongue and swirling it across the corona, mewling in delight as she tasted his musky masculine flavors.

She stretched her jaws until they threatened to snap and took the entire crown into her mouth, slurping at it lewdly, running her fingers up and down the shaft.

Brutus moaned in appreciation, reaching down and digging his fingers into her kinky brown hair, bucking his hips lustily and forcing several inches of his thick sex tool deep into her mouth.

Dahlia gagged slightly as the thick tip punched against the back of her throat, and then she swallowed hard, letting the first few inches of the horsedick slide down into her aching, constricted throat. Brutus threw back his head and howled in delight as the entire length of his enormous pecker disappeared into the warm slick interior of Dahlia's oral orifice. Dahlia's 'O' shaped bloated lips pressed into the crinkly patch of pungent pubic hairs encircling the thick base of Brutus' lance, and she shuddered in pleasure as she savored the sensation of having her mouth and gullet completely stuffed with the young stud's joint.




Southern Belle



Pulling back, she gulped down a gust of air, and then took the big prick into her throat again as Brutus pumped forward lustily.

Melanie's eyes were nearly bugging out of her head in amazement. She could not believe what she was seeing! Dahlia had swallowed that whole, huge length of black manmeat! And she seemed to be loving it! How on earth could anybody take something that big into their mouth, let alone their cunt? Melanie shivered with baffled fear and wonder as she imagined getting her tight virgin slit spread wide apart by an organ of Brutus' prodigious proportions.

"Whoa dere, lady!" Brutus gasped after a few more pumps, "You gonna milk me dry with dat hot suckin' mouth of yours!"

He released her head and backed off, his huge, saliva-imbued honker slapping up against his firm belly noisily, glistening in the ray of sunlight. He reached down and hefted the lovely wench to her feet.

Reaching out, he squeezed her full, wobbling boobs through her blouse, enjoying the feeling of the pliant, resilient flesh. Dahlia whimpered in desire as he kneaded her tits, and shuddered as Brutus quickly began to unbutton her blouse. He slowly drew it back over her shoulders and Dahlia let it fall to the ground.

Brutus gave a low growl of satisfaction as he ogled her bouncing, appetizing breasts. They were creamy brown bowls of firm, soft flesh, capped by large, silver dollar sized nipples which puckered outward in excitement as the big stud ran the heels of his hands across them.

He encircled each tit in his hands and squeezed hard, rubbing them together lewdly and lifting them in the air. Bending down, he circled his powerful lips and sucked noisily at Dahlia's left tit, pulling at the soft circle of flesh like a vacuum, his tongue flicking rapidly back and forth across the throbbing finger of flesh. He drew away, a strand of saliva connecting her erect nipple and his mouth, and then clamped his mouth to her other pap while he caught the wet one between two fingers and squeezed it hard.

Dahlia yipped and moaned in carnal delight as the black dude worked vigorously away at her succulent brown boobs. He dropped his hands suddenly and reached around the back of her frock, seeking out the zipper. Slowly, he drew it down, and Dahlia's frock fell in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She was wearing no underclothes, and her full ripe hips were a delicious pale brownish hue. A triangle of dark crinkly hair glistened between her legs, moist with her love juices, and she gave a sharp cry of delight as Brutus began to run his hands slowly up the insides of her thighs until they met between her legs, scraping through her warm pubic bush.

Brutus dropped to his knees and slowly spread the pouting, slickened outer lips of Dahlia's vagina, revealing the glistening interior of her cunt. Dahlia whimpered in delight as the ravenous stud leaned forward, inhaling her rich feminine scent and stroked out his tongue, sawing it up and down the velvety wetness of her sweet furrow. He strummed the erect, quivering knob of her clitoris lewdly with the tip of his tongue, and Dahlia gave a little shriek of ecstasy, beginning to undulate her lips against his face, her big wet boobs flapping up and down as she writhed in glee.

Brutus' big hands clung tightly to the full ripe cheeks of her ass as he dug his face eagerly into her muff, noisily sucking and licking the mound of flesh, forking his tongue as deep into her sweet, honeyed chasm as he could and tasting her rich, flowing juices.

As he ate her box, Brutus' hand stroked rapidly up and down the wet, rigid length of his erection.

The big black stud was really horny by this time. He drew away, panting hoarsely, the lower part of his face dripping with Dahlia's copious juices. He grinned wolfishly up at her and caught her around the waist, pulling her down on the hay beside him.

Lewdly, he grasped her legs above the knees and spread them apart, pulling the throbbing petals of her vulva away from one another and exposing the maw to her sweet cuntal furrow.

He shuffled forward on his knees and dropped his big body down above hers, planting one hand beside her waist on the hay while he fisted the pulsating base of his pecker in the other. Lowering his ass gradually, he maneuvered the thick, bloated head of his dick against the juicy twat, until it had lodged in the puckered mouth.

Then, he planted both hands firmly on the ground and began to rotate his hips lewdly and lightly jab them forward.

Dahlia stared up at his face with naked desire, little mewls and whimpers of excitement spilling from her lips. Her fingers curled into the muscular curves of his chest as she braced herself for the penetration.

Brutus didn't give her much time. He gave a savage grunt of pleasure and knifed his pelvis forward hard, brutally slamming his lower body against hers. Dahlia's wavering scream echoed through the rafters of the barn as the eleven inch prick rammed halfway up inside the black wench's hot, clasping vaginal sheath.

Brutus moaned in satisfaction as the glovelike interior of Dahlia's sweet canal tugged at his hard long prick, and then he began to work his hips vigorously to and fro, sawing in and out of the whimpering, writhing girl's hungry hole.

Dahlia locked her ankles around the small of Brutus' back and she began to buck her hips wantonly, impaling herself again and again on the thick black sex tool.

Brutus gave animalistic grunts of pleasure as he humped into her hard, his big body rippling as he strained every muscle to jam his mauler as deeply into her outrageously stretched pudendum as he could.

Their bellies smacked together rhythmically, and moist squelching noises emerged as the thick pecker sluiced in and out of Dahlia's oozing, unctuous middle, banging repeatedly against her cervix.

Dahlia screeched in pleasure, digging her fingers into Brutus' broad, muscular back.

"You like it, don't you, baby?" Brutus panted hoarsely, pumping lustily.

"YES! YES! FUCK ME, BRUTUS! FUCK ME GOOD! MMMMMMM!" Dahlia moaned, tossing her head from side to side and writhing in ecstasy beneath him like an eel.

The tempo of their fucking continued to accelerate, until Brutus was bucking into her so hard and fast he practically knocked the breath out of the slender mulatto wench each time he descended.

"AWWW, YEAH! I GONNA BLAST YA, BABE! I GONNA CUM! AARRRRGH!" Brutus roared, pounding his rigid pecker deeply into her steamy hole.

A great shudder of carnal fulfillment wracked his powerful physique as his body was consumed with the fires of erotic pleasure. His big balls jerked and boiled over, and hot, heavy streams of thick come jetted deeply into Dahlia's womb, filling her with his seed.

The powerful blasts of come triggered Dahlia's own delirious response, and she raked her fingers across Brutus' broad sweaty back and screamed with unabated lust. Her back arched, mashing her flopping boobs against Brutus' powerful chest, and her hips churned frantically. Brutus groaned in pleasure as he felt her cuntal walls and lips convulse and suck at his still spewing hose, milking him of every last drop of sperm.

Their sweaty, fulfilled bodies fell into a limp heap, and the two black lovers lay panting in one another's arms.

Above them, Melanie Wilkerson's head was whirling with startled lust and shock. She had never believed sex could be so intensely exciting! Stabs of envy and need shot through her. So this was what she had been missing!

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Southern Belle



The young girl stared at the darkly tanned man in horror. Never in her wildest dreams had she considered this happening to her upon escaping from her parent’s home. She had not wanted to marry the old man her father had picked out for her, so she had fled. She had no idea that the river currents would be so strong when she had finally taken to the water after two days of steady riding, or that there was a storm coming which would make it impossible for her to control the boat she stole. While, she had no idea where she was, she definitely knew being found by any half breed was not to her advantage.

Quint could not believe the sight which was sitting before him in the beached boat. How she had gotten to this part of the delta he did not know, and he did not care. She had turned into such a lovely little thing that if she were lucky would come up to his chin with reddish blonde hair and pale white skin which was turning red from to much outdoor exposure. How she had managed to keep the boat from overturning during the storm which had hounded them for the last three days, he did not know.

Mary continued to stare at the man, wondering what she should do. She knew there was no sense in staying the boat, since it wasn’t going to go anywhere. She would have to ask this man to help her and hope that he would treat her as the gently born lady she was. As she stood to leave the boat, she was intrigued and frightened by the look in his eyes. His eyes appeared to be laughing at her in an almost evil way.

As she stood, he could not believe the luck fate had thrown his way. Her wet gown clung to her lush form, accenting her every curve. Her nipples seemed to harden under his gaze as they highlighted her young full breasts which had not had time to sag yet. The wet material showed hips that flared out the way they should on a woman. He licked his lips in anticipation of the delights her young body would provide him. For just one minute he considered the option of helping her, but then he remember what had happened to his own dear family at the hands of her father, and his eyes became hard with anger. Needless to say, they would never be joining him again in this life.

Mary thought that for a minute maybe she would have a chance, as he seemed to be pondering her fate in a favorable manner; but when his eyes turned hard with anger, she knew that she was doomed. There was little chance the Indian side of his family had ever been treated well by whites; he had probably killed people to get where he was today. She hoped that she was wrong as she addressed him.

“Hello,” she said, “my name is Mary. I am lost and am hoping that you can direct me to the nearest town.”

“My name is Quint,” he replied. “It is obvious you do not remember me or you would not bother to ask for my help. I will however provide you with some protection from wild animals and other dangers of the swamp. You can rest assured that I will enjoy your company while you are with me.”

She looked at him in horror as he reached for her and lifted her from the boat easily. He did not let go of her, but pulled her close to him to enjoy the feel of her young body pressed against his. Her full breasts flattened against his hard chest as he pulled her closer and griped her soft buttocks in his large hands.

“I know who you are,” she whispered. “You ran away from my father’s plantation almost five years ago. You had beaten up the neighbor’s son for forcing himself upon one of our young girls. My father had you severely whipped for it.”  

“Did you also know he gave my mother to his biggest work crew for their entertainment? They used her so ruthlessly, she died from her injuries.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“The past is the past and can’t be brought back with pity from you today.  However, as a former member of your father’s staff, I feel it is my duty to look out for your well being and I believe you are over-dressed for the heat of day.  I would not want you to over heat and have a sun stroke.”

He easily rips her dress from her so she is only clad in her transparent silk shift. “That is much better, you will be so much cooler dressed like this.”

The transparency of the silk did nothing to hide any of the features of her body from his gaze; instead it emphasized the ripeness of it. Her large breasts were tipped with strawberry colored nipples, now becoming hard nubbins under his scrutiny. While the down covering her most private area was so thin and pale, it reminded him of the fuzz on the ripe peaches he used to pick in her father’s orchards.

“You’ve grown up very nicely, Mary. Remove the shift.”

She knew that she could fight him and risk injury, or she could submit and hope he would be gentler with her. Either way, she knew he could easily overpower her and his desires would be carried out.

He was glad to see she had grown up to be an intelligent young woman as she removed the shift from her body. He could tell she had considered disobeying him, but had realized there was no way for her to win.

“Yes, you are quite right, I feel much cooler than I did earlier.”

He threw back his head and laughed at her audacity. It had been years since he had laughed, it felt good. 

“Kneel on your dress facing away from me,” he commanded.

“Why,” she cried!

His hand lashed out and brought blood to her lips where it made contact. “Because I wish you to,” he replied. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman and you at least have the parts to fill in for one until you have been properly educated.”

“But, I’m still a virgin,” she protested.

“Not for long, I know exactly how to remedy that particular type of illness.”

Pushing her down onto her clothing with one hand, he undid the belt holding up his pants with the other. Forcing her knees apart with his own, he pushed her head down into her clothing with one long arm while searching for the opening he sought with his hard member in the other. She was wet to his amazement, either from fear or excitement, and he began his forced entry into her tight opening.

“You’re too big,” she gasped through the folds of her old clothing. “It will never fit.”

Disregarding her cries of distress, he forced several inches into her before coming to rest against her barrier. Realizing he could go no farther, he pulled back and thrust forward with a hard lunge. Her body would have collapsed under him if he hadn’t been pulling her back against him at the same time. She had gone totally limp under him. He slapped her on her ass to make sure she hadn’t fainted on him. Her response assured him she was still with him.

Showing no concern for her pain, he used her body for his pleasure. His long arms gave him easy access to the tender flesh of her breasts as they hung beneath her. She would let out little squeals every time he pulled on one of her nipples. After a while he was unsure if her squeals were of discomfort or pleasure. Her hips had started to move back against him to meet his every thrust. It didn’t matter; he had reached the point of no return as he filled her with his seed.

Pulling out of her, he walked to the water’s edge to wash her blood and his seed from his now softening member. He noticed an almost dreamy look in her eyes and knew he needed to further show her exactly what kind of relationship they would be sharing.

“Come here,” he commanded.

She rose to her feet unsteadily, but complied with his wishes. Standing next to him, she offered no resistance as he bound her wrists together with a length of braided deerskin. Even when he tied the other end to a tree limb over her head, she was still in her own little world of pleasure. The first blow of his belt on her back, however, reminded her very quickly of her status with him. By the time the second blow had crossed the first on her back, she remembered to scream.

“Please,” she screamed. “I will be good. I will do anything you want.”

“Please what?” he queried her.

“Please, my master.”

“That is acceptable, though your lapse in answering properly, has earned you three more blows.”

The blows were quickly administered across her buttocks and thighs. Reaching up, he untied the cord from the tree limb but left her hands tied together.

“Kneel.”

“Yes, my master.”

“What are you?”

“Your slave, my master.”



Southern Belle



Prologue

Cynthia Howard was considered the most desired young woman in Charleston society. Her father was Senator Charles Howard the richest and most affluent man in the state. Cindy, as she was more commonly called, was an incredibly beautiful young woman with long golden hair, clear blue eyes, and a figure that women coveted and men lusted upon. 

Cindy's mother Savannah died when she was only 2 years old; she was Charles' second wife. Charles had two sons from his first wife Louisa, Julian and Bartholomew, who were few years older than Cindy. They were both tall and darkly handsome men and Cindy adored them. Being the youngest and only female child Cindy was spoiled by both her father and her brothers. When she turned 18 and was introduced into society there were so many young men vying for his daughter's hand that the senator received at least five marriage proposals a day for the next several months. None so far were good enough of course. It would take an offer worth more than Virginia to make him let go of his prized flower.

Chapter 1

"Well isn't that the prettiest sight I've seen in a while."

Cindy turned her head away from the pianoforte and saw Bart leaning against the doorway.

"Bart!" Cindy cried out and ran and jumped into her brother's arms.

"Now that is a good welcome home," he said when she released him. "You gorgeous creature cannot be my little sister."

"Why didn't you tell us you were coming home today? We were not expecting you until next week," she told him.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he said. "Although I feel that I am the one who is surprised. When was the last time I saw you?"

Bart took her hand and spun her around in a circle.

"At Julian's wedding a year ago," she said. 

Bart's perusal of her person made her blush, but she also felt a slight unusual tingle.

"How is the old married man?" he asked as they sat down on a settee.

"Oh! Julian is going to be a father. They told us last week at dinner."

"He wrote about to me about that. The Senator must be over the moon," Bart said.

"He is," Cindy confirmed. "Oh where are my manners? Have you eaten yet?"

Bart shook his head.

"Well it's almost tea time. I'll have cook make you something more substantial," she said and then left for the kitchen.

Bart stared at Cindy's round bottom as she retreated from the room. His little sister really blossomed this past year. She had always been a pretty girl but now she was a beautiful woman. Her face lost all of its baby fat which sharpened her features making her eyes seem bigger and her lips more lush. Her tits were huge round firm globes and had felt nice pressed against his chest. Her waist was nice and small enough to wrap his hands around. Her hips and ass were wide and womanly and swayed nicely from side to side. Now he could believe his father's letter mentioning Cindy's many beaus. What he wouldn't give to fuck a sweet piece of pussy like her.

Bart stood up when Cindy came back into the room with two servants carrying several trays. She instructed them to lay out the food on a nearby table.

"I had Flora make you a roast beef sandwich," she told him.

"Thank you sweetheart," he said and kissed her lightly on her cheek. 

She smelled and tasted young and fresh, Bart thought.

Cindy felt flustered. Why did Bart's simple kiss make her feel excited?

"So the senator tells me he has to beat all your beaus off with stick because there are so many of them," Bart said before he took a bite of his sandwich.

"There are not that many," Cindy said smiling and took a sip of her tea.

"You little minx," her replied. "Well now that I am back here for good, I can help the senator."

"If you act like father I'll never be married," Cindy complained.

"Don't worry pet that won't be problem for you. That face and body of yours will keep them coming," he said.

*******

Cindy was utterly bored! It had been raining hard all day which kept the visitors away. She already finished the book she ordered last week and had nothing else to do. Bart had come home an hour ago maybe he would play a game of chess with her, she thought. Cindy looked for him downstairs and when she didn't find him she made her way up to his bedroom. Bart occupied the east wing by himself now since Julian moved away. She was almost to his room when she heard two voices coming from behind the slightly opened door.

"Do you like that Missy?" she heard her brother grunt.

Cindy slowly crept up and peaked through his door. Her eyeballs almost popped out of her head. Naked on brother's bed was Bart and one the prettier house slaves named Missy. Missy had her light brown legs spread wide while Bart was thrusting his cock inside her.

"Yes sir. I love your cock!" she cried.

Bart grabbed her large breasts into his hands and began to fondle them while he continued fucking her.

Cindy felt her nipples tighten and desire pool between her legs. She never saw fornication before and never did she imagine it could be like this. Her brother had a magnificent body. It was nice and big and full of muscles. He had a nice golden tan all over, except for his round firm ass which was shades lighter. Bart surely knew what he was doing based on how Missy was moaning and writhing under him.

"I want you to ride me whore," he suddenly told Missy.

Bart suddenly went onto his back while Missy straddled his hips. Bart leaned up and suckled on Missy's cinnamon colored nipples.

"Yes suck on my titties," Missy moaned.

Cindy was enthralled, not to mention completely wet. Bart lay back down and Cindy noticed his strong broad chest covered with dark hair. Her eyes trailed lower and she quietly gasped when she finally saw his cock. It was gigantic! It was longer than her forearm and almost as thick. It stood straight up and was shiny with juices.

"Suck my cock first whore," he told Missy.

Missy moved back and straddled his legs. To Cindy's astonishment Missy put her mouth on her brother's large cock. She gasped aloud when she realized she did she covered her mouth. But it was too late. Bart heard the noise and turned his head towards the door. His eyes widened when he saw her, but then all of a sudden he slowly smiled at her. Cindy was frozen in place, she knew she should flee but she couldn't. Bart turned his eyes back to Missy, who was still eagerly sucking his cock and did not notice anyone was watching them.

"Ride me now," he told her.

Missy released him and moved her pussy above his cock. She then slid herself slowly down onto it. Cindy watched as Missy moved herself up and down her brother's big dick.

"Did you ever have a cock as big as mine up your cunny?" Bart asked her.

"No sir," she said. "Yours is the biggest."

"Do you like it when I fuck you Missy?" he asked, grabbing her breasts.

"Yes sir. You are the best I ever had," she whimpered.

Cindy continued watching them and began to imagine herself the one riding her brother's cock, the one whose nipples he was rolling with his fingers. Cindy reached up and squeezed her breasts. Through the fabric of her dress she pinched her nipples.

Bart glanced up and saw his sister fondling her own breasts. At that second he knew he had her. When he decided to seduce her into bed, he knew she would not fight him. Just the thought of fucking her increased his desire. He took hold of Missy's hips and thrust up into her.

"Yes! Yes!" Missy cried.

Bart grunted as he fucked the light skinned slave. Missy was a beautiful woman with large breasts and large hips. He fucked her his first night back and every night since. When he closed his eyes he could imagine it was Cindy he was fucking since they had similar body features, although he had to admit his sister had bigger tits. The thought of both fucking Missy and Cindy at the same time made Bart cum and shot his load into Missy.

Cindy watched as her brother and Missy cry out in ecstasy. Missy fell on top of him and Bart wrapped his arms around her. He glanced back up at her and winked. Cindy fled her face red with embarrassment. How was she ever going to face Bart ever again? She would always picture him naked and aroused. Worst of all, instead of Missy she would picture herself right on top of him.

******

Dinner that night was a quiet affair. The senator was concerned when his normally chatting daughter was unusually quiet. When he asked her if anything was the wrong Cindy answered that she had a slight headache. When dinner was over she excused herself from the table and told them she was going to bed.

When Cindy was in her room she breathed a sigh of relief. When she saw Bart enter the dinning room she turned beet red. He though acted as if nothing happened and was his usual charming self. Cindy decided right then in her bedroom that she would apologize to Bart the next day, she didn't want her embarrassment to spoil her camaraderie with him.

Unfortunately Bart was gone all day and she didn't get a chance to see him. He did promise to escort her to the Wesley Ball that night so she would have the opportunity then. She dressed in her new blue gown, just arrived from Paris. The middle was tight and made her small waist even smaller. The front was lower than she expected and showed far too much of her breasts. The top of her gown barely covered the top of her nipples. She found a lace fichu that matched her dress and covered up some of her décolleté. Cindy had her maid put her blonde hair in an elegant coif with a few loose curls to brush against her shoulders.

When Cindy went downstairs to leave she found Bart waiting for her at the foot of the steps. She thought he looked swooningly handsome in his evening attire. His dark hair was a little longer than fashion dictated, but it looked splendid on him. His green eyes watched her intently as she made her way down the steps.

"I will surely be arriving with the belle of the ball," he told her as he offered his hand.

"And I will be escorted by the handsomest man there," she replied.

"We certainly will be the most beautiful couple there," Bart said with a laugh.

Cindy giggled in response. With Julian married Bart no long had to share the title of being the most eligible bachelor. Cindy eyed her brother's masculine form and thought the woman who ended up with Bart will be very lucky indeed.

Bart smiled when he realized his baby sister was ogling him. Seducing her would be easier if she lusted after him too. He looked down her deep décolleté through the flimsy lace across her breasts. He was sure with one good tug her nipples would pop free.

"Come on darling its time for us to leave," he told her.

When they were alone in the carriage Cindy thought it would be good time to apologize to him.

"Bart?"

"Yes?" he replied, looking at her intently from the other side of the carriage.

"I'm sorry for what happened the other day. I didn't mean to interrupt your...privacy," Cindy told him.

"That's alright. It was my fault for not closing the door completely," he replied.

"No, I should have left when I saw what was happening."

"No harm done. Did I shock you terribly?" he asked.

"A little," she said blushing.

"Did it excite you watching it?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"What does that matter?" she squeaked.

"Did it?" he repeated.

"Yes," she embarrassingly admitted.

"I saw you touching your breasts. Did you imagine my mouth sucking your nipples?"

"Bart! You shouldn't ask such things," Cindy said. The carriage seemed suddenly warm.

"You watched me fuck the maid. Fair is fair, answer the question."

Bart stared at her breasts and she felt her nipples harden under his gaze.

"Yes," she breathed.

"That's all I wanted to know."

Bart went on his knees onto the carriage floor. Before Cindy knew what was happening he pulled the lace from her breasts and tugged her dress down, freeing her large breasts. His sister's tits were much more beautiful than he imagined. They were plump and perfectly shaped with half dollar sized aureoles and jutting pink nipples. He cupped the quivering white mounds in his hands and licked their nipples.

"Bart you can't," Cindy cried and pushed at his shoulders.

Bart ignored her and captured a pink nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it. She immediately stopped fighting.

"Oh! That feels wonderful," she moaned.

Cindy watched as his mouth feed on her nipple. His dark head then moved to her other breast and took her other nipple. When he was done he laved her breasts with his tongue until her bosom was wet and shiny with his saliva.

The carriage slowed indicated that they were nearing the Wesley mansion. Bart covered her breasts and replaced the lace fichu. Cindy watched him with a mixture of shock and lust.

"Make sure those beauties don't pop out of your dress," Bart told her with a smile. He got out of the carriage and helped her out.

The rest of the night was a blur to Cindy. She danced with many men and flirted outrageously with the rest. She ended up of course the belle of the ball and all the while in the back of her mind was the image of Bart's wet hot mouth on her nipples. At 2 am Bart came and rescued her from her many admirers to take her home.

Cindy was feeling nervous and excited when they were alone again in the carriage. Instead of sitting across from her, Bart seated himself right next to her.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked her.

"Yes I did, although I am a bit tired."

"I wanted to dance with you, but I couldn't find you among the forest of your beaus."

"I would have loved to dance with you," she told him.

"Did the men behave around you?" he asked. "No one tried to touch these did they?"

He reached out and cupped her breast.

"No," she sighed.

"They better have not," he said.

Bart suddenly lowered his mouth onto hers. Cindy gasped in surprise and Bart took that opportunity to slide his tongue between her lips. Only one other man, a boy really, kissed her this way. When she felt his slimy wet tongue go inside her mouth she pushed him away, but Bart's kiss was so much different. He tasted so heavenly and he was making her feel tingly and short of breath. She felt Bart tug down her bodice again and once again her breasts sprang free. 

"You taste so sweet," he said breaking their kiss.

He then bent his head, took a nipple in his mouth, and started sucking on it.

"No man ever took such liberties with me Bart and you're my brother," she told him.

"Who better to teach you the ways of love darling?" he said releasing her breast. "I love you. Don't you love me?"

"Of course I do," she said.

"I can show you so much pleasure Cindy," he told her and squeezed her breasts. "More pleasure than I did Missy. Do you want that?"

"Oh yes. More than anything," she breathed.

"Leave your door unlocked and keep a candle burning. I will bring you to paradise tonight," he told her. He leaned in and kissed her again.

++++++++

Cindy sat on her bed nervous and excited. As soon as she was in her bedroom she had her maid quickly take off her dress and bring down her hair. After Cindy had on her nightgown and her hair was brushed she quickly dismissed the servant. Cindy knew she should save herself for her marriage bed, but she had always wanted Bart. She had dared not tell anyone, but in her secret heart she always longed to marry either Bart or Julian. They were the handsomest, richest, and most charming men she ever knew. Early on she had seen how women foolishly threw themselves at her brothers and how her brothers charmed and flattered them. She remembered asking them both if they loved any of those women and they both replied that she was the only girl they loved. As she got older she realized that marrying them wasn't possible. She was heartbroken when Julian married Melody and she knew it wouldn't be long when Bart married too.

Cindy always considered her love for her brothers innocent, they were her knights in shinning armor and she was their princess, which was the way they always treated her. But it all changed when she saw Bart fuck Missy and when Bart kissed her and sucked on her breasts. Her love for him was now full of desire and lust. She wanted him to kiss her all over her body and put his large member inside of her.

Cindy saw the door quietly open and Bart enter the room. He smiled at her and turned the key to lock the door. He wore a dark blue dressing gown and she was sure he was naked underneath. He slowly walked across the room and then sat at the edge of her bed.

Bart looked hungrily at Cindy and saw she looked as nervous as a virgin bride.

"Come closer darling," he told her.

She got up from under the bed sheets and made her way to him. Her nightgown was white and so thin he could see the outline of her breasts and shadow of her nipples underneath.

"You won't be needing this," he said and lifted her nightgown over her head.

Bart felt his cock instantly hard at the sight of her white naked body. His sister had a body made for fucking and he planned to give it a good ride all night long.

"Lie down," he ordered her.

Cindy complied and laid her naked body onto her bed. Bart gently lay on top of her and Cindy enjoyed the feel of his solid weight on her. He began to kiss her, coaxing her tongue to enter his mouth. When she slipped her tongue inside, he started to gently suck on it. He broke their kiss and trailed his mouth down to her breasts and began to lick at her nipples. Cindy moaned as he suckled on her breasts. His tongue moved down her belly and then Bart began to spread her legs.

"What are you doing Bart?" Cindy asked. She didn't remember him doing anything like this to Missy.

"I'm going to kiss your pretty pussy darling," he answered. 

Bart brought his mouth down onto Cindy's wet pussy. His little sister cried out in surprise. He licked her folds clean of her sweet juices. When he started to suck on her little clit, Cindy climaxed above him.

Cindy moaned and cried as pleasure she never knew raced up and down her body, it felt like fireworks exploded within her. Was this what Missy felt when she was crying out? Cindy thought. When the pleasure ebbed Bart moved his head away from her opened thighs.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

"That was amazing," she replied.

"It will only get better," he promised and then shed his dressing gown.

Cindy stared lustily upon her brother's naked body. He was all muscle, dark hair, and golden skin. His large member stood between them and to Cindy it looked so much bigger than before. She doubted that it would fit.

"Touch it darling," he told her.

She moved closer to him and encircled his large cock with her hand. It felt like warm velvet and was so thick that her fingers didn't meet. She moved her hand up and down its long length causing Bart to hiss in pleasure. Cindy saw a droplet of liquid appear on its purple mushroom like head. She stuck out her tongue to taste it. It was salty, but not unpleasant. Copying what she saw Missy do, Cindy closed her mouth over the purple head. She sucked on his cock gently and tried to get more of his member in her mouth. Her mouth was already full when she only got about 4 inches of him inside, she wondered how Missy got in so much.

Bart moaned as his baby sister was giving him head. She was inexperienced but very eager. Next time he will teach how to take more of him in and then he would shot his cum into her lovely mouth. But right now he wanted to sink his cock into her tight wet pussy. He pulled her head away from his cock and pushed her down onto the bed. He lifted and spread her legs wide for his entrance. 

Cindy was breathing hard waiting for Bart to claim her. Then she suddenly felt it. The head of his cock slipped inside her pussy, stretching her hole wide. She leaned up onto her hands and watched as he slide more of his large cock between her pussy lips. He was stretching her full and it was starting to hurt.




Southern Belle



"Bart you're hurting me," she cried.

"Shhh baby. It won't for much longer," he said.

He pushed her back down and began kissing her again. He suddenly thrust into her deeply tearing her hymen. She cried out into his mouth, tears flowing from her eyes. She tried to push him off, but he wouldn't move. He continued kissing her and began to fondle her breasts. The pain slowly went away and in its place was the filling of immense fullness.

"I'm sorry darling. It always hurts the first time," he told her as he licked away her tears.

He slowly began to move in and out of her, and surprisingly it felt really good to Cindy. It got much better when he moved faster; it felt as though something was building up inside her.

Bart groaned as he thrust his cock into his little sister's very tight cant. Fuck he never had pussy this good before. He began to pound into her earnestly. Cindy moaned and writhed under him. Her beautiful tits bounced up and down with his thrusting motion. She wrapped her legs around him so he lifted her higher so he could thrust deeper into her pussy.

"Oh Bart! Oh yes!" she cried. "It feels so good."

"Come on baby cum for me," he told her.

"How?" she asked desperately.

"Let yourself go," he said and thrust his cock harder into her.

"I think I'm..."

Bart covered her mouth before she screamed. There would be hell to pay if they were found out. Cindy came hard underneath him, her body almost bucking him off. Bart continued to fuck her to find his own release. When her pussy squeezed him tight it triggered his climax. He pulled out of her instantly and spewed his seed onto her belly.

Cindy was breathing hard after experiencing the most mind numbing pleasure she ever felt. It was incredible! She never imagined that anything could be like that. She looked up at Bart just in time to see him pull out of her and release white liquid onto her body. It seemed the liquid wouldn't stop coming out of his cock and was covering her belly and breasts. He groaned and fell beside her when he was done. Cindy touched the liquid with her fingers and found it sticky.

"I'm sorry baby I'll clean that up off you. Although I wanted to cum inside you, we can't get you pregnant," he told her.

Cindy never even considered that. Luckily Bart seemed to know what he was doing.

"That was more than wonderful Bart," she told him. "When can we do it again?"

Bart quietly laughed. "Did you enjoy me fucking you baby?"

"Oh yes! I want to do it again and again with you!"

Bart smiled and thought of their next time together.

Chapter 2

Cindy tried to pay attention to her sister Melody while she was chatting on about the baby, but all Cindy could think about was how earlier that morning she was on Bart's lap, on the very same settee, riding his big cock. Ever since their first night together at every opportunity they had to be alone they fucked like animals. At night Bart would sneak into her room very late and fuck her until the very early morning and then he would sneak back out. If they found themselves the only two people in the room within seconds her skirt would be lifted and she would find herself in an always different sexual position and then filled with his cock. When they went riding out together Bart would take her somewhere secluded and have at her on the grass or against a tree. They only got bolder this past week when their father left for Washington. They did it in the senator's bed one afternoon and then of course on the parlor settee this morning.

She and Bart were very discreet but they were almost caught by Missy in Bart's bedroom. When they heard her approach Cindy hid behind the dressing screen completely naked. When Missy saw that Bart was naked she thought it was for her own benefit and was eager to join him in bed. Once again she watched as Bart fucked the maid. She was a little miffed that Bart's lovely stiff cock was going into another woman, but watching them fucking further aroused her. Cindy came out when Missy finally left the room.

"Did you enjoy watching us baby?" Bart asked her.

"Yes I did," she purred as she rubbed herself against him. "I just wish you could fill me with your cum as you do with her."

"Well unfortunately I can only get one of my sisters pregnant," Bart said. "And you are not the one."

"What do you mean?" Cindy asked.

"You never guessed? You two share a lot of my favorite attributes," he said and reached out to fondle her breasts.

"Missy is our sister," Cindy said in wonderment. "Were you her first too?"

"No," he answered and began sucking on her nipples. "Julian had that honor."

Cindy had the image of Julian fucking her slave sister Missy when her thoughts were interrupted by Julian's wife.

"What do you think of the name Alistair?" Melody asked.

"It's nice," she replied. "But I think Julian wanted to name his first son after Papa."

"We're considering it," Melody replied.

Cindy did not miss the slight frown of her mouth when she said it. She was never really fond of Julian's wife. The main reason was that she took Julian away, but Cindy made peace with it because she knew Julian had to marry some day. Beyond Melody's beautiful face and sweet demeanor Cindy sensed that there was a streak of meanness and jealousy in her. 

"What if the baby is a girl?" Cindy asked.

"Perhaps Beatrice or Eugenia."

Melody had horrid taste in choosing baby names, Cindy thought.

"Why what are the two most beautiful women in Charleston doing in our parlor?" Bart said upon entering the room.

Cindy's heart quickened at the sight of him. 

"Only Charleston?" Cindy pouted.

"My mistake, I meant Virginia. And naturally the most beautiful women in Virginia must be the most beautiful in our great states."

"Much better," Cindy said.

"How are you sister?" Bart asked Melody and then kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm doing quite well," she replied.

Cindy noticed that Melody slightly blushed when Bart kissed her.

"That's good to hear," he said and took a seat right next to Cindy.

Cindy caught his scent and he smelled like a mixture of the outdoors and manly sweat. She wished Melody disappeared for more than one reason. They chatted more about the baby until Julian came in a few minutes later.

"I'm here at last. My apologies," Julian said. He strode across the room and placed a kiss on his wife's cheek.

Cindy looked upon her eldest brother and thought he looked as equally magnificent as Bart. Julian was perhaps two inches taller and a few pounds leaner than Bart, but was still a big hulk of male specimen. Unlike Bart his dark hair was trimmed neatly and his eyes were a brilliant blue like hers. Cindy's gaze went lower and she wondered if they were alike in all areas.

"We forgive you old man," Bart said. "It can't be easy being an on the rise politician."

"You have no idea," Julian replied.

"Let me get you a drink," Bart offered.

Julian came up next to Cindy and tugged on one of her curls fondly. 

"How are you princess?" he asked her. "Broken any more hearts?"

"Dozens and dozens," Cindy answered giving her big brother a wicked smile.

Julian laughed.

Cindy glanced at Melody and saw the same frown again. Cindy ignored her disapproving looks; she will behave however she wanted with her brothers. They were hers first.

"Here you go," Bart said, handing Julian a glass of bourbon.

"I could use a cool glass of lemonade," Melody said.

"I'm sorry dear sister," Bart said. "One will be here for you right away."

Bart pulled the service bell to call one of their servants.

Almost immediately they saw Missy come into the parlor.

"Please get these lovely ladies a glass of lemonade Missy," Bart ordered her.

"Yes sir," she replied and left as quickly as she came in.

It amused Cindy that Missy had both her brothers, actually she also was a bit jealous she had to admit. It was true that they had a similar figure, but her breasts were a bit larger than Missy's and her waist a tiny bit smaller. In the face there was a slight resemblance with their mouths and noses, but Cindy knew she looked more like her Mama than her Daddy.

Missy came back in with two glasses of lemonade for her and Melody. She set the tray down on the table and handed Melody her glass first. She was about to leave when Julian stopped her.

"Missy can you take this for me?" Julian asked holding up his empty bourbon glass.

Missy came up next to him and he set his glass down.

"I haven't seen you for a while Missy," Julian said. "I hope you are well?"

"Very well, thank you Mr. Julian."

As soon as Missy was Melody wasted no time showing her displeasure.

"Julian must you be so familiar with the servants?" she said.

"Dear I've know Missy since she was a little girl, surely there is nothing wrong asking about her welfare," he said tersely.

"We are in front of company," his wife replied.

"No we are in front of my family."

Cindy decided to rescue her brother. "Melody have I shown you my new dresses from Paris? They are all the latest rage in Europe."

"I would love to see them. I'm afraid I won't be able to wear the latest trends until next year," she said sadly. 

"If you'll excuse us gentlemen," Cindy told her brothers.

She caught a look of gratitude in Julian's eyes as they made their way out of the room.

"Do you want another drink?" Bart asked.

"Please little brother," he answered. "I did not expect having a baby would be like this."

"How so?" Bart said and handed him another bourbon.

"Her condition has seemed to have made her shorter tempered. Whatever I do seems to displease her."

Julian sat down on a chair and drank his bourbon.

Bart remained silent, he knew better than to get in the middle of the affairs between a man and his wife. Personally he thought Melody was a bitch. He could see why his brother fell for her; she was extremely beautiful with her strawberry blonde hair and pale green eyes. She was small and dainty, which made men want to protect her and his brother could never resist a lady in distress.

"She won't even let me touch her, it's been weeks since I had any," his brother admitted. "She finally has decent sized titties and I can't touch them."

"Now I know why you seem so frustrated lately," Bart commented with a smile. "I'm sure Missy will be happy to take care of you."

"You don't mind?" Julian asked. He knew Bart had been regularly screwing the pretty servant.

"No. I have been plowing much sweeter fields," he boasted.

"Who?"

"A gentleman never tells," Bart replied.

"Bullshit. You can never wait to tell me about your latest," Julian said. "There must be something about this girl."

"I can tell you she's the sweetest piece of pussy I ever fucked," Bart said lewdly.

"Now I need to know who she is. Is she married?"

Bart shook his head.

"No, that wouldn't stop you from telling me. She's not very young is she? Like 13 young?"

"No," Bart said. "She is a very ripe and juicy peach of 18 years."

"Hmmm. If she was poor or a slave, you wouldn't hesitate with her name, so she must be a good young lady of breeding. A debutante perhaps?"

Bart's knowing smile confirmed Julian's suspicions.

"Describe her to me," Julian demanded.

Bart laughed in amusement. Every since they were young he and Julian shared everything; toys, secrets, and adventures. When they got older things hardly changed except instead of sharing toys they shared women. 

"Face of an angel, the wickedness of the devil, a mouth made for pleasure, tits as big as mountains, tiny waist, an ass you could grab on to, and the tightest little pussy you could sink your cock into," he said with a grin.

Julian looked like he was lost in thought and finally said, "Charlotte Pearson?"

"I said face of an angel not of a horse," Bart said.

"She is a pretty girl and the only new one with nice big tits."

"No big brother you are forgetting about one more girl," Bart said.

As if on cue Cindy appeared in the doorway.

"Julian, Melody wants to know when you will be ready to leave," Cindy said.

Julian sighed. "Tell her in twenty minutes."

Cindy gave him a smile and left.

Julian turned his attention back to Bart, who was still staring at the doorway. It suddenly dawned on him who his brother was fucking.

"Cindy!" he practically shouted.

"Keep your voice down," Bart ordered him.

"Are you insane?!"

"Have you looked at our baby sister lately? Her body was made to be fucked," Bart said.

"Yeah I noticed. I've noticed plenty. But she's our sister," he replied.

"Well so is Missy and if I recall you're the one who had her cunny first," Bart pointed out.

"That's different and you know it. Cindy needs to marry one day and her future husband will definitely notice something is missing," Julian said.

"If you wanted to marry our sister do you think her lack of virtue will stop you? She's too beautiful and has a body that no man in their right mind would refuse."

Bart made a good argument, Julian thought, but was still quite shocking.

"You didn't force her did you?" he asked worriedly.

"No I did not," Bart answered. "I had to make the first move of course, but as soon as I did she was eager for it."

"Is she that good?" Julian finally asked.

"Our little sister likes it any time, any where, and any how. There is nothing she will say no to," Bart revealed.

"Fuck I knew with a body like that she had to be good," Julian said.

"That's what I thought to and I figured why should a sweet little morsel like her be given to one those scrawny chickens she calls her suitors," Bart said. "They wouldn't know what to do with a woman like her."

"Little brother you could convince people to wear a winter coat in the middle of August," Julian told him.

"Thank you," he said raising his glass to Julian. "You know I'm not averse to sharing like we did when we were children."

Julian's cock hardened at the thought of fucking Cindy. "Do you think she'll cooperate?"

"She'll be more than willing," Bart said with complete certainty.

+++++++

"Julian said that he should be about twenty minutes more," Cindy told Melody.

Melody was sitting on the divan in her room, trying on one of her new Parisian hats.

"What is your brother doing?"

"He and Bart were talking, it seemed to be on a serious matter by the way they had their heads together," Cindy told her.

"I wish your brother was more considerate," she said.

That comment irked Cindy; Julian was the most considerate person she knew. "That doesn't seem like the Julian I know."

"Well he is your brother. It is different between husbands and wives."

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously.

"Well for one, there are marital relations. He isn't very considerate during those times."

"How isn't he considerate?" Cindy asked. 

"I shouldn't be talking to you about this you're unmarried," Melody said.

"I live on a plantation. I've seen horses, I know the fundamentals," she replied. 

"Well I suppose. Your brother is certainly as big as a horse," Melody told her.

Cindy suddenly felt a rush of desire go between her legs. She knew Julian had to be well endowed and Melody just confirmed it.

"Your brother is a very amorous man and will not even let me sleep sometimes until he is satisfied."

"Is he not very good? Do you not like it?" Cindy asked. Unless Julian was bad in bed, fucking all night long should be wonderful.

"Cindy! A lady is not supposed to enjoy procreation. She must endure her husband to ensure that she becomes with child," Melody explained.

Melody must be an idiot not to enjoy sex with her brother. Stupid woman. Cindy was sure that Julian was a fabulous lover. Melody was now frowning at her again.

"I'm sorry for asking Melody. I have no mother to guide me about marital relations," she told her.

She must have said the right thing because her sister's frown disappeared. Melody reached out to pat her hand.

"You have me now little sister if you need any advice."

"Thank you for your kind offer," Cindy told her, but thought I could teach you a thing or two.

Julian suddenly appeared at her door. "I'm sorry I took so long dearest."

"We should be off now," she said and got up from her seat. "I had a nice time visiting little sister."

Melody leaned in and kissed Cindy on the cheek.

"I almost forgot, we're having a welcome home dinner for the senator this Saturday," Cindy told them.

"Bart told me all about," Julian said. "We'll be here."

Melody made her way out of the door and Julian followed behind her.

A few seconds later Julian came back inside her room. "She forgot her hat," he explained.

Cindy picked it up from the divan. "Here it is."

"Goodbye princess," he said and kissed her on the lips. He then winked at her and left.

++++++++

Julian stopped by the plantation the next day to talk to Bart about their plan with Cindy. His dreams the night before were filled with images of his siblings fornicating around the house, it was no surprise when he woke up the in morning he was fully aroused. He had to take of it himself though when Melody refused him again.

When he walked through the front door he saw Missy on her knees polishing the floor. Her large round ass wiggling from side to side. He felt his cock grow hard.

"Good morning Missy," he said.

She got up and turned around to face him. "Oh my! You surprised me Mr. Julian!"

"I'm sorry Missy. Do you know where my brother is?"

"He and Miss Cindy went out riding," she told him.

I bet they did, Julian thought. But who was riding who?

"Will they be back soon?" he asked.

"I don't think so. They just left and they usually are out for a couple hours."

"I guess I can come back later," he said aloud. If Bart was fucking Cindy he would need a couple of hours.

"Would you like something to drink Mr. Julian?" Missy asked.

Julian looked at her up and down appraisingly. If one didn't live in this part of the country, Missy could have been easily mistaken for a Spanish beauty by anyone else. Her hair was long and silky with a slight curl. Her skin had more a light golden tone and at the moment glowed with perspiration. Her eyes were the color of honey and her lips lush and raspberry colored. Julian remembered how he ached to have her all those years ago. She was reluctant at first since everyone suspected the Senator to be her father as well. But she lusted after him too and when he put on his full charm it was hard for her or any woman to resist. It felt so good the first time he sunk his cock into her.

Julian stared at her abundant breasts which strained against the front of her dress. Maybe his trip wasn't wasted after all.

"No thank you Missy," he told her. "I think I might take a nap in my old room. Is it still habitable?"

"Oh yes sir. It's kept clean as though you never left."

"That's good," he said and made his way upstairs. When he was halfway up the steps he stopped. "Missy I've reconsidered. Will you take a glass of ice tea into my room?"

"Yes Mr. Julian," she said.

Julian made his way up go his old bedroom. Missy was right; it looked like as if he never left.

He shed his coat and shirt and then pulled off his boots. His cock strained against his trousers and then decided to take them off too. He stacked the bed pillows against the headboard, got into the bed, and leaned back upon them.

When Missy came into the room that was how she found him, laid out on his bed wit his 10 inch cock at full mast. She walked to his side her eyes never leaving his throbbing member.

"Your iced tea Mr. Julian," she said holding up the serving tray to him.

Julian took the glass and took a big swallow of the beverage.

"Will there be anything else sir?" Missy asked and licked her lips.

"Take off your dress," he told her.




Southern Belle



Missy undid the buttons that strained the front of her dress revealing the thin white shift she wore underneath. She pushed the rest of her dress down so that it pooled at her feet. She lifted the hem of her shift and tossed it over her head.

Julian stared at her gloriously naked body. Her breasts had been a handful when he first slept with her, but seem to have grown larger in the past few years. They were golden mountains of flesh capped by cinnamon colored nipples. Her large breasts made her tiny waist look even smaller. Her hips were wide and curvy and between them lay a small bush of dark brown hair. Except for her darker coloring and a few facial features Missy did resemble his baby sister, Julian thought.

"You are a beautiful woman Missy," he told her.

"Thank you Mr. Julian."

"I think it will be alright if you call me Julian right now," he said.

"What do you want me to do Julian?" she asked and then reached out to caress his thigh.

"Do what you feel like doing."

"I feel like taking your monster cock into my mouth," she said nastily.

"Go ahead baby," he grinned.

Missy climbed up onto the bed and took his cock into her hands. 

"I think it grew bigger since last time," she said in awe and then started pumping it with her right hand. 

"I'm pretty sure your tits did too," Julian said as he watched them jiggle with her motions.

"You like my titties Julian?" she asked. She bent down and licked the head of his cock.

"Oh god yes," he moaned. He reached out and pinched her nipples.

Missy lowered her mouth onto his cock and started sucking. Julian groaned and buried his hand in her hair. Fuck it's been a year since he had a blow job. His wife balked at the thought of giving him one. Melody did it only twice to him and made sure he knew how she hated it.

Missy soon had the whole thing in her mouth. Now here was a woman who loved sucking cock and was wonderful at it. Julian watched as her head bobbed up and down his member.

"Mmmm you taste so good," Missy moaned. "I missed your cock so much."

Julian missed this too, he missed Missy and the rough raw sex they always had.

"Bring that sexy ass over here baby. I want to know if your pussy missed me," he told her.

She swung around so that her lush round ass was in his face. Her pink pussy was already shiny and wet with her juices. Julian parted her cheeks and stuck his tongue into her honeyed hole.

"Oh yes!" she hissed as he lapped the juices from her folds.

Julian sucked on her swollen clit and then lightly scraped it with his teeth.

"Eat me! Eat my pussy!" she cried.

Julian penetrated her as deeply as he could with his tongue and then repeated the process over and over.

"I'm cumming Julian. I'm cumming," she yelled.

Julian held her amazing ass still against his tongue as she had her orgasm.

"My pussy did miss you," she purred as she stretched out onto the bed.

Julian moved above her and turned her to face him. Missy reached up and twinned her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down onto hers. Julian slipped his tongue between her plump lips and ravaged her mouth.

Missy moaned in pleasure as Julian kissed her. She really did miss him. It had been almost two years since their last encounter, the time he started courting his now wife. He was her first and arguably her best lover. Bart, his brother, was certainly a lot of fun and fucked her really well but she always had a soft spot for Julian. Lately though Bart's interest had been waning. Where he once bedded her every day, sometimes twice a day, he only now did so once a week. Missy was sure he was fucking Cindy now; they were always together and shared certain looks. At least now she wasn't the only sister the Howard men were fucking.

Julian's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing the generous mounds. His mouth soon followed and began licking and sucking her hard nipples. Her brothers sure liked big titties, Missy thought. Bart too loved sucking her nipples like he was a baby and then putting his big cock between them. It surprised her that Julian married the almost flat chested Melody Davis since he was a breast man.

Missy suddenly felt the brush of his cock against her pussy. Julian lifted her legs up and spread them wide apart.

"I'm going to fuck you now Missy. I'm going to fuck you long and I'm going to fuck you hard," he told her.

"Oh god yes Julian. Fuck me with your big cock," she moaned.

He then slipped his monster cock slowly inside her stretching her full. The first time he did this to her Missy was sure he was going to tear her apart. But then it felt wonderful like it did right now. He thrust into her like a wild man, it seemed as though he hadn't had sex in years.

Had her pussy always been this tight, Julian asked himself as he pounded into it repeatedly. Missy was crying and moaning under him, loving the feel of his cock riding her. Sex for him hasn't been this good in a long time. With Melody he always felt like he had to hold back because she was so small. This goddess beneath him though was taking every inch of him and wanted more. Julian held nothing back now.

Oh god this feels incredible, Missy thought. Julian was slamming his cock hard and deep into her like an animal.

"Fuck me. Yes fuck me hard!" she encouraged him.

"On your knees," he ordered her.

Missy quickly followed his order and was on her hands and knees, offering her backside to him.

Julian thrust himself fully inside her with one stroke. Missy moaned. Fuck he was so big and so was so deep in her now. Julian grabbed her hips and drove himself in and out of her rapidly. Missy drove her ass against him wanting all of his cock in her. Julian reached around her and grabbed her wildly swinging breasts and began rolling her nipples.

"Yes! Pinch my titties!" she cried.

All of a sudden she felt her climax hit her. Missy screamed in pure ecstasy. Above him Julian felt her orgasm hard. Her tight pussy squeezed him so much tighter that he lost control and shot his cum deep inside her.

"Fill me with your delicious cum," she cried.

Julian kept cumming and cumming and wouldn't stop. He filled her so much he could see his white liquid stream down her pussy. He finally spewed the last of it and then pulled out of her. They both collapsed on his bed, exhausted by their exertions.

*******

As Julian and Missy were frolicking in his bed their siblings also had the same idea. In a secluded little clearing Bart laid out naked on the grass while Cindy stood above him. She was naked except for her shoes and stockings and a jaunty little riding hat on top of her head.

"What a picture you would make if you went riding in that ensemble," Bart told her. "Turn around for me."

Cindy slowly turned to show him the back view. 

"Well I wouldn't go riding like this unless I was riding my big stallion," she replied when she faced him again.

"He's ready and waiting," Bart said rubbing his cock. 

Cindy stepped over him so she was right above his cock. Slowly she lowered herself onto her knees and then sank her pussy onto his cock.

"My stallion is so fucking huge, he hurts my pussy," she moaned.

"It's because your pussy is so tight," he grunted. "Ride it and it will be all better."

Cindy slowly began to move up and down Bart's cock. 

"Oh yes!" she cried.

She then increased her pace and rode it faster. Bart was so turned on by the sight of his sister enjoying his long cock. He looked between them and saw his pole covered in her cream. When he looked up her amazing tits where bouncing wildly up and down. He took as much he could of her mountainous breasts into his hands and began to pull and pinch on her swollen pink nipples.

"Yes Bart play with my tits," she moaned.

She kept riding him and he could she that she was beginning to get tired. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust upwards into her.

"Fuck me Bart! Fuck me!" she cried wanting more of his glorious cock.

"You want this?!" he said slamming her hard onto him. "You want my horse sized cock?!"

"Yes! Fuck yes!" she screamed. 

Bart grunted and thrust harder up her pussy.

"Oh god I'm coming baby!" Cindy cried. 

She quickly climaxed above him, yelling out her pleasure. When her orgasm ebbed she fell on top of him.

"You were magnificent my stallion," she said, nuzzling his neck. 

"Thank you my lady," he grinned.

Cindy looked down at him and saw he was still fully aroused. "It seems that I still not have broken my stallion yet. That will not do."

"Well you can always use your luscious mouth," he suggested. Ever since their first night Cindy only got better at giving him a blow job. She could now take all 10 inches of him in her mouth.

"That sounds splendid!" she said and got upon her knees.

"Or..."

"Or?" Cindy asked curiously.

"There is another way," Bart said and started rubbing her ass.

Cindy looked perplexed, but then it suddenly dawn on her. 

"Oh!" she said. "People do that?"

"Yes they do. It is painful at first but the rewards are very gratifying."

Cindy was hesitant.

"I can cum without pulling out of you," Bart further added.

"Yes. I want to do it!" Cindy agreed.

"On your hands and knees baby," he told her.

Cindy positioned herself on the grass and Bart came up behind her. He spread her legs a little further apart. I'm such a lucky bastard, Bart thought. He parted Cindy's firm ass cheeks and spread her juices over her asshole. His cock was still wet with her cream so he was well lubricated. Bart gently pushed the head of his cock in her tight ass.

"Uggh!" Cindy cried out in pain. 

Bart was really stretching her wide. He then slid in another two inches of his enormous cock.

"It hurts," she whimpered.

"Relax baby," he told her.

Cindy tried to relax and when she did he slid more of his cock into her. It wasn't as painful as before but it still hurt. Maybe this was a mistake, she thought. He finally thrust the rest of his cock in her and she could feel his balls on her ass. Bart remained still and Cindy began to relax more to accommodate him. It wasn't so horrible now, Cindy thought.

He began to move and it started to hurt again. Cindy whimpered in pain.

"Don't think of the pain baby," he told her. "Think of my cock pleasuring you. Think of me finally coming into you."

"Yes Bart. Come into me," she said. The pain was disappearing.

Bart groaned as he pumped her tight ass. He knew it was painful for her but fuck it felt so good to him. The sight of his cock sliding between her firm white ass cheeks was really turning him on.

"Yes slide your cock into my ass," she moaned.

His baby sister was really enjoying this now. He thrust into her faster.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Cindy cried as she climaxed. 

He was going to lose it soon. "I'm going to fill you with cum baby!"

"Yes do it!" she demanded.

"Ah! Fuck! This feels so good!" he cried. 

Bart shot his cum inside his sister's asshole.

"Oh yeah give it to me!"

He came and came, filling her with his cum. He pulled out only when he was completely empty.

Chapter 3

Bart waited for his sister to come back from her walk with three of her young swains. Bart would have thrown the lot of them out but Cindy told him that it curiosity would arise if she suddenly refused all her beaus. Ten minutes later Cindy returned with her maid and the three young men in tow.

"Now Freddie I told you I can't go out tonight. My papa is coming home and we are having a special dinner for him," Cindy told her eager suitor.

"Then let me see you Sunday," Freddie replied.

"Cindy you promised to go riding with me," the young man next to her said.

"No she's going with me on a picnic," another man insisted.

"From what I believe Cindy does not entertain on Sundays," Bart said interrupting them.

Cindy secretly smiled as she saw her suitors cower in front of her brother. Bart can be such an imposing figure. He towered over all of them and the sheer size and breadth of his body discouraged anyone to even dare go against him.

"We forgot sir," said the third young man.

"It's getting late," Bart told her.

Cindy said goodbye to her beaus and promised to schedule outings with each of them.

"I'm getting tired of your suitors," he said with a frown.

"So am I darling," she told him.

Bart then pulled out a slip of paper from his breast pocket.

"I just received a message from the senator. He will be delayed in Washington for another week. There are some delays on the bill he is chairing."

"Poor Papa," Cindy said. 

"Lucky us," Bart replied in whisper and caressed her white neck. Cindy's skin shivered with delight.

"You should send a message to Julian that it will be just us at dinner," she said.

"I definitely will."

Bart glanced around them and when he saw no one near kissed her soft lips. Cindy moaned in delight.

"Wear that blue dress tonight," he told her when their kiss ended.

"If you want," she replied.

"Go get ready," he said and swatted her rear. "I'll send Julian the message."

Bart went into his father's office and jotted down a note for his brother.

The Senator is delayed for a week. Tonight is the night. Come alone.

Bart

Bart sealed the letter and called for a servant to deliver it to Julian's home.

*******

Cindy sat in the parlor while she and Bart waited for Julian and Melody to arrive.

"What is taking them so long?" she asked her brother.

"Who knows?" he replied. 

He stood next to her and stared down at the abundant flesh that overfilled her bodice. When she came downstairs earlier she was wearing a lace cloth to try to cover them, Bart immediately pulled it off.

"Bart give it back," she insisted. "I'm showing too much without it."

"No," he said. "Besides its only Julian and Melody. I want nothing to block my view of your gorgeous tits."

Cindy gave in easily. He knew his sister was proud of her large breasts.

They heard the front door open and a few moments later Julian entered the parlor alone.

"I'm sorry for they delay," he said.

"Where is Melody?" Cindy asked.

"That was the delay. She was feeling very tired and insisted that I go on without her," he explained.

"Nothing wrong I hope?" Bart asked.

"No. When I left she was already asleep."

"Poor thing, maybe I'll pay her a visit tomorrow," Cindy said. 

Cindy stood up and took both her brothers by the arms. "Well I suppose there are far worst things than having dinner alone with my two very handsome brothers."

"I'm sure that we will have an evening that we won't soon forget," Bart said.

Dinner was long and leisurely. Cindy was at her element as hostess. Her brothers complimented and flirted with her and she flirted in return. She listened to their deep seductive voices as they talked about politics and the lagging economics of Charleston. Every so often she would see one or both of them looking at her generous cleavage and she would wickedly bend forward just slightly. She wished dinner was like this every night. When the dessert plates were taken away, she excused herself so that they could have their after dinner brandy and cigars.

"Don't go Cindy," Bart said. "Join us in the library."

"Really?" Cindy said.

"Yes," Julian answered. "I rather look at your pretty face than at Bart. Besides we don't want you to be lonely."

"Can I try a cigar?"

"Whatever you want," Bart said.

Cindy took Julian's arm as they made their way into the library. When they got inside Bart closed and locked the door behind him.

"We don't want the servants to tell the senator we let you have a brandy and cigar," he said.

Julian poured three glasses of brandy while Bart got the cigars. Julian handed both Cindy and Bart a glass.

Cindy took a sip and instantly began coughing when the liquid burned down her throat.

"No brandy for you I guess," Julian said as he patted her on the back.

"None for me," Julian said when Bart offered him a cigar.

Bart lit one up and drew a breath. "The senator always had the best selection."

"May I?" Cindy asked and came up next to him.

Bart put it to her lips and Cindy inhaled it.

Her brothers chuckled as she began coughing again.

"It's not funny," she pouted. "You men can have your brandy and cigars. They're horrid!"

"They're an acquired taste," Bart explained. "But I think it's probably best that you stay away from them."

"So what did you do today little sister?" Julian asked and sat down next to her on the leather sofa.

"Besides listening to nauseating poetry written about her by her gallants?" Bart said.

"Some were lovely," defended Cindy.

"We wrote better pap when were 12," Bart told Julian.

"It's the thought that counts I suppose," Julian said democratically. "I cannot blame them for trying, you are the most beautiful girl in the south."

"Thank you Julian," she said. Cindy decided to be a little wicked and asked, "Am I even more beautiful than your wife?"

"Yes you are," he said in a lowered voice.

His gazed dropped down to her abundant breasts and Cindy felt her nipples harden. The air suddenly seemed to change in the room.

"Julian did you know Cindy is wearing the dress I like best on her?" Bart said.

"It is quite fetching on her," Julian told him, but his eyes never left Cindy. "Why is it your favorite?"

"This is why," Bart said. 

He slipped a finger between her cleavage and then with one forceful tug of her bodice her breasts sprang free. Cindy gasped. Her naked breasts stood out proudly in the air and their nipples were fully aroused. Julian and Bart stared lecherously at them but she made no move to cover herself.

"It's my favorite dress now too," Julian said and smiled at her. "Baby sister you have the biggest and most beautiful tits I ever seen."

To her shock Julian cupped a generous mound in his hand, as much as he could anyways, and began teasing its nipple with his thumb. Bart then sat on her right side on the sofa and did the exact same thing to her right breast. At the same time they bent their heads and began licking at her aroused nipples. She moaned when they stopped licking and began sucking. This is unbelievable, Cindy thought, as she saw her brother's dark heads feasting on each of her breasts. Just the sight of it sent a rush of liquid between her legs. They were on their knees now and she felt two hands go up her skirt and touch her naked thighs. Oh my god, she realized, they meant to fuck her at the same time! 

Cindy felt someone's finger slide between the folds of her pussy.

"Mmmm. Bart she's already wet," Julian told his brother.

"You're in for a treat. Cindy here has the sweetest tasting cunny you'll ever put your tongue in," Bart replied.

She couldn't believe her brothers were talking about her like this. "Bart, Julian what are you doing?"

"I couldn't have my younger brother have all the fun with you," Julian told her.

He reached up and brought his lips against hers. Julian's tongue quickly slipped into her mouth and entwined with hers. Mmmm he tasted wonderful, Cindy thought. She felt Bart push up her skirts and part her legs. He immediately began to eat her pussy. Cindy moaned into Julian's mouth. He broke off their kiss and watched Bart pleasure her pussy.

"When's he's done I'm going to do the same thing to you," he told her. "I eat pussy better than anyone."

"Oh god," Cindy said. Julian lowered his head and began sucking on her tits again.

"Let's get her clothes off," Bart suddenly said.

Her brothers stood her up and while Julian undid the back of her dress it was Bart's turn to kiss her. Soon they both divested her of all her clothing, her dress and undergarments were pooled at her feet.

"You're a fucking goddess," Julian said when she was completely naked.

He rubbed himself against her ass and Cindy felt his erection through his pants. She was sure he was least as big as Bart.




Southern Belle



They sat her back down on the sofa and spread her legs apart again. This time it was Julian who placed his head between her thighs.

"Oh yes!" she cried as Julian tongued her pussy. He really was as good as he claimed.

Bart took off his clothing as he watched his siblings. He went to kneel on the sofa beside his sister. Cindy saw Bart approaching, his gigantic cock fully aroused and pointing straight at her. He positioned himself to her left and Cindy knew what was expected of her.

"Suck it," he told her.

She closed her mouth over his monster cock and began sucking on it. Julian stopped for a moment and watched his baby sister inhale his brother's large cock.

"She was a fast learner big brother and now she's an expert cocksucker," Bart told him. 

Julian watched as Bart's cock slid in and out of his sister's lush mouth. Cindy then fingered her pussy demanding Julian to continue. The room was silent except for sucking and slurping noises they made.

"I'm cumming, oh fuck," she cried.

Julian sucked hard on her swollen clit sending her over the edge.

"Yes! Yes!" she moaned.

Julian lapped up her juices. Bart was right, he thought, she did have the sweetest tasting pussy.

"Come on baby you're not done yet," Bart said.

Cindy got on her knees and continued to suck on Bart's cock. Julian stared as his sister's fantastic behind as he shed his clothes.

"Don't be greedy little brother I want to see what Cindy can do with her mouth," Julian said.

"Show Julian what you can do," Bart told Cindy.

Cindy released Bart and turned around to face Julian. Oh my god, he was as incredible as she thought. His body was big, hairy, and heavily muscled like Bart's. His skin was a bit paler, but still shades darker than her own. His cock was as long as Bart's but just a little bit thicker. Melody was right, he was as big as a horse.

"My brothers have the biggest and most beautiful cocks in the world," she said. She grabbed Julian's throbbing member and encircled its head with her mouth.

Julian could have never imagined that his baby sister, his princess, would be sucking his cock. Christ she was good at it too, he thought, as her mouth moved upon it. He looked over at Bart, who gave him a wicked grin. He then grabbed her curvy hips and slid his cock into their sister. Julian felt Cindy's moan travel through his member. Bart began to ride her from behind, giving her long slow thrusts.

This was such a twisted sight, Julian thought, but it was also the most erotic thing he ever saw. I wonder how much farther we can take this, was the thought in Bart's mind. Oh this was so deliciously wicked thought Cindy. Her two big, no very big, brothers had both their cocks inside her and it felt so good. 

For the second time in less than 10 minutes Cindy felt another orgasm grip her body. "Harder Bart. Fuck me harder," she cried.

Bart granted her request and slammed his cock against her ass. "Look how eager Cindy is for cock big brother," he told Julian.

Julian looked down at Cindy's pleasure filled face. He could hardly wait for his turn to fuck her.

"Oh god. Oh yes! Yes!" she cried when her climax hit.

Bart pulled out of her, his dick still fully aroused. Cindy collapsed onto the sofa. A few moments passed and Cindy felt two sets of hands take hold of her and turn her onto her back. She looked up at her brothers and saw that their cocks were still fully erect. She already came twice and neither one of them found their release yet. Cindy sense a long night ahead of her. They switched places so that Julian now was between her thighs and Bart was near her head. Julian slowly sank his equally massive cock into her pussy.

"Princess you're so tight," Julian told her. 

"Oh my god Julian, I can't believe you're fucking me," she squealed.

Cindy watched as his thick member slide in and out of her.

"You like that don't you darling?" Bart said. "You love having your big brothers service your pussy."

"Yes I want you both. I've always wanted you two," Cindy told them, her voice dripping with lust.

She took hold of Bart's cock and shoved it in her mouth.

Julian groaned as he thrust himself into his sister's hot wet cunt. This whole night was turning out better than he imagined. She gave in so easily to their desires; he wondered how much more she would be willing to do. He knew for sure his hunger for her will not be slacked tonight. Her body was a feast that he just barely sampled and he planned to gorge himself on her.

"Julian I'm cumming!" Cindy cried after releasing Bart's cock.

"Fuck I'm close too," Bart said.

"Cum into my mouth," Cindy told him and he did just that.

Within seconds Julian felt Cindy's hot pussy squeeze him tight. He instantly shot his cum deep within her. 

Cindy groaned as she felt her brothers fill her with their cum, Julian in her pussy and Bart down her throat.

"I can't believe that we just did that," Cindy said when she caught her breath.

Her brothers were now sitting on either side of her, both sweating with exertion.

"Oh baby sister the night has just started. There are many more things that we're going to do to you," Bart promised.

"Many many more things," Julian repeated with a smile.

To be continued...