"Oooh! J-jarvis! That's-that's so nice! Ooooh! Oooooh!" she gasped aloud.

Her fingers dug frantically into his head as he continued to relentlessly suck and kiss her quavering pussy. Jarvis ran his fingers over the sweet full lobes of her ass and squeezed them gently. Then, he moved his hands up between her legs. Catching hold of the dripping lips of her vagina, he peeled them back, revealing the glistening pink jewels of her cunt. Still strumming her aching clit with his tongue, he began to work two fingers into her cuntal furrow, slowly thrusting them back and forth and wriggling his wrist.

Melanie's eyes shot open and she gave a hoarse gasp of shuddering pleasure as she felt the stiff fingers slide slowly to the second joint inside her. Her sweet, furnace-hot crevice clutched hungrily at the intruding fingers, sucking at them lasciviously.

Jarvis groaned in delight. She was so tight and silken inside he nearly shot in his pants he was so turned on! It also didn't seem to hurt her any when he worked his fingers into her cunt. That was a good sign. Though he was only twenty, Jarvis was quite an expert when it came to ladies' bodies. He'd fucked more women than he could count; girls and mature women, whores and ladies of breeding, blacks and whites and Orientals. He'd popped a good many cherries in his time too.

He'd found that girls who had been athletically inclined were the ones who suffered the least from being deflowered. All the exercise they had done sometimes spontaneously broke the hymen, rendering it relatively easy for a guy to stick his prong into the girl for the first time. This physical phenomenon was apparently what had happened to Melanie, fortuitously for her.

Jarvis wasn't hung as big as Brutus, but, then, only about ten men in the entire State could rival the black stud's mammoth phallus.