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(M/f-teen, ped, reluc, voy, 1st, intr) *** The Greyhound bus was only half full as it made its way into Iowa from Illinois. Most of the passengers were riding alone and stared out the windows at the fields of corn and soybeans that stretched to the horizon. Melissa Lockheart sat by a window toward the rear of the bus. She watched the farmers toiling in the fields as the bus cut through the vast countryside. This was Melissa's first visit to Iowa. She was headed to her Aunt Ruth and Uncle Ben's farmstead near the town of Bentonville. Her Aunt Ruth was her mother's sister and had been Melissa's favorite aunt when Ruth lived back east where Melissa was now coming from. Mel, as she liked to be called was a very pretty girl of sixteen years old, although she looked much older. She wore her dark red hair in curls that fell to just above her shoulders. Her skin was fair and freckles with big blue eyes and full reddish lips. She had a habit of biting her bottom lip when she was nervous. She stood around 5' 4" and weight 120 lbs. Her hips are just beginning to widen and she had the fattest buts filled clearly in her blue jeans. His chest juts out and they make her nervous and excited when grown men stared at them. Looking out the window at the passing fields her thoughts wondered back to the apartment she had shared with her mother in New York. She wondered how her mother was doing and when she would see her again. She then thought of Mr. Jenkins, the apartment super and the key role he played in her having to leave home. Mr. Jenkins was a man in his mid fifties and his face resembles very much like that famous black actor, Morgan Freeman. He did all of the maintenance in the apartment complex Melissa and her mother lived in. He was a rather large black man with graying hair and a mustache. One day in early May, Mel was in the basement of the complex doing some laundry. As she waited for the clothes in the dryer she heard a noise coming from the room next to the laundry. It was a noise like someone was having trouble breathing. Becoming alarmed she peeked in the room through a crack in the door way and was about to enter when she saw Mr. Jenkins sitting on a couch with his pants down around his ankles. She froze, but could not take her eyes off of what she saw. Jenkins had his hand on his very large black penis and was stroking it up and down. She had never seen a man's penis in this state before much less a black man and could not believe the size of this one. She became mesmerized as Jenkins grunted and wheezed as he stroked his huge black member. Melissa didn't know how Jenkins knew she was there, but he suddenly stopped stroking and met her gaze with his dark eyes. "Who's there?" he gasped. Melissa didn't say a word nor did she move. "Who is it?" he asked again. "God damn it, answer me!" Timidly Mel replied. "It's me, Melissa Lockheart. I'm sorry I..." "Quiet girl." Jenkins smiled and then said, "Come in here and close that door." Melissa was a little scared but did as she was told and came up to where Jenkins was sitting. Jenkins smiled. "You ever see a big black cock like this one?" He proudly held it with both hands. Melissa shook her head no, but strangely could not bring herself to take her eyes off of it. It pulsated as if it had a life of its own. It could have been a big black snake. "You ever touch a black man's cock, girl?" Without waiting for an answer he took her hand and pulled it toward his black monster. When Melissa felt it she began to shiver. It felt so soft yet so hard. "Get down there on your knees here between my legs so you can see it real good, girl." Melissa bent down between his legs as he sat on the sofa and took hold of his penis with both hands. She felt it from its big black head down to his giant scrotum. It must have been all of 10 1/2 inches long and so big around that her hands barely could circle it. "You're hands is soft... do you like it, girl?" Jenkins asked hoarsely. Melissa managed to whisper, yes. "Kiss it then, let me see you kiss my big pecker. Lick it like an ice cream bar." He reached up and pulled her head down towards his pulsating penis. As he did so she gulped. She could not believe what was happening. The head of his cock was now only inches from her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and touched it. Jenkins groaned. "That's it! Oh Lord all mighty! Give it a little kiss..." Jenkins closed his eyes. She did kiss it again. She had never done anything like this before yet it seemed to come natural to her. Suddenly she felt herself get moist between her legs. She opened her lips and began to tongue the underside of his penis head. Jenkins jerked in excitement and putting his hands on the back of her redhead and pulled Mel's head down onto his cock. She opened her mouth wide and let him stick it in and without coaxing, began sucking the huge black cock, bobbing her head up and down. Jenkins was grunting and Melissa couldn't understand it why her panties started soaking so bad. She is sucking that huge old blackcock like a lollipop and her eyes are now closed. Mr. Jenkins is getting closer and closer as his cum moving on up his black snake. To keep from choking she swallowed only 6 inches of that old black cock. The rest of it is still outside of her lovely mouth. Jenkins had hold of her red hair and kept pulling her down as he pumped upward in a bucking frenzy. Melissa began to choke as the massive cock invaded her throat. He finally stopped and let loose of her head. "Oh God girl! That feels so good!" He exclaimed looking into her frightened eyes. "Stand up here, let me see you." She held on to Mr. Jenkins' huge hand as she stood up for balance. She then put her finger in her nose and smelled the aroma of the old man's black cock. The smell unlike anything she had ever sensed it was pungent and putrid with some sort of animal's smell but she kind of enjoy it. Old Jenkins leaned forward and undid her jeans, pulling them down to the floor. She was too scared to back away and was at the same time becoming excited. He could see the wet spot on her panties and he the smell of her sex and he smiled. Mr. Jenkins knew he had her and he's going to enjoy this beautiful red hair teen. He wasted no time in pulling them down her wet panties to expose her red haired bush. "Oh look it here, a little honey pot!" he grunted as she felt his fingers begin to probe her most private part. "I bet that honey sure enough taste good." He was now running a finger up and down the puffy lips of her slit that protruded from her red hair. She felt herself really getting moist and when he touched her erect pearl of a clitoris her legs almost buckled as waves of excitement overtook her. She began to shiver. Mr. Jenkins had her put one foot up on the arm of the couch, exposing her crotch in the dim light. With her legs parted like this he easily stuck his big middle finger into her wet tight little love hole. He buried it a few times then took it out and put it in his mouth. "Oh you is sweet meat, little one," he smiled. "I'm gonna eat this little honey pie." Melissa watched him finger her and then suck his finger. He saw her watching and made her taste his finger after withdrawing it from her now soaking wet cunt. She tasted herself on his finger and put her hand down to touch herself. This really excited Jenkins and started getting hard again. Mr. Jenkins placed his huge black lips around Melissa's red haired cunt and start lapping up and down the red slits. Melissa closed her eyes and buckled a few times. Her legs are weak from standing but she didn't want Mr. Jenkins to stop. She is now very wet and her love juice trickling down the inside of her legs. Scooting back on the couch Mr. Jenkins' black huge cock stood straight up again. "Get on it, girl. You gonna like this pole up inside your honey pot. I'm gonna fuck you good!" Melissa straddled him and let herself down over his penis ever slowly. He guided her carefully until she felt the big head of his cock pushing into her juicy slit. It felt like trying to put an apple into herself. Suddenly her pussy lips spread open and began to swallow his cock aided by her juices. Her eyes grew wide as she felt herself filling with his huge black rod. Suddenly old Mr. Jenkins lurched up with quick thrust, Melissa was in pain and she yelped loudly. The pain subsided as old Mr. Jenkins began to fuck her from below and she became a woman, riding his huge black pole like there would be no tomorrow. Up and down she bounced taking all of him deeper and deeper. She could feel his shaft clear up inside her belly and her juices coating up the big old black cock. He took her legs and put them up over his shoulders letting his cock penetrate it's deepest. Melissa ground herself down on him loving this new sensation. Never had she felt so alive. "OH FUCK ME"' she yelled And Jenkins did. He lifted her ass up and then let her down again burying his cock each time. After a few minutes he had her get off of him and bent over with her hands on the arm of the sofa. He got behind her and had no trouble entering her cunt once more. Melissa began to moan. "That's right... moan you little red hair bitch. I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you till you beg me to stop." He hunched her and she moaned in ecstasy. She could feel him deep inside once again and she took a hand and began playing with her clitoris. She fell deeper into ecstasy and was about to cum when the door to the room opened and in came Jenkins' wife. "You little bitch!" she screamed. "Get away from my man you white slut whore!" The rotund black woman waddled over and grabbed Melissa by her hair. Old man Jenkins withdrew his cock and was amused at the scene before him. His wife was slapping Melissa about the head and shoulders as Melissa gathered her clothes and hurried out of the room. The next morning she was on the bus for Iowa. Her mother had been threatened with eviction and felt that Melissa was ready to leave home yet not old enough to be on her own. She did not tell Melissa that she had been banging Jenkins for over two years and secretly she did not want to share him with her sweet young daughter. The bus pulled off the main highway and into a small town called Ranger. "We'll be here for about forty minutes," the older black driver who is clearly approaching 60 announced. "If you want to eat supper, honey, there is a small cafe about a block from the bus stop." The old bus driver looked at Melissa up and down as she took her bag and walk out the bus. She looked out the window at the quite town. Not much was going on as the sun set off to the west. As the bus stopped and she started to walk out she noticed the old black driver was checking her fat butt and found that her panties were wet in the crotch. Her thoughts of Mr. Jenkins in the basement had made her homesick and she felt a longing once again. She poked her head out the door, looking around for another older black man. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 57