AG-109 Southern Tramp by (Author Unknown)


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 sixteen 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 sixteen, 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 sixteen. 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.


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