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!
CHAPTER TWO
Melanie shimmied down the rope from the hay loft and wandered back to the large main house in a daze. Her body felt warm and tingly, and occasionally, darts of urgent need cut through her loins. The pretty blonde sixteen year old was flushed with desire. She looked incredibly sexy with her cheeks burning red and her sky blue eyes heated with carnal lust.
She went into the house and flounced up the stairs, hurrying down the corridor to her bedroom. She shut the door carelessly behind her, not noticing that it didn't completely close.
Then, she sat down on her canopied bed and thought about what she had seen. She couldn't repress the excited tremors that were rustling through her nubile young body. A stab of impatience flew through her. Why couldn't she do what Brutus and Dahlia did? After all, she was the most privileged, prettiest girl in the state. She knew there were dozens of boys dying to get into her panties, and even more importantly, she knew dozens of boys she would LIKE to get into her panties!