Wilson took full advantage of the moment, reaching forward again with one hand and hooking the fingers of that hand in the flimsy material of her bra, looping downward into the deep cleavage between her vibrant site. Then, with a single violent sweep of his arms, he shredded the flimsy garment, casting it aside with a continuation of the same smooth gesture.
The violent removal of her brassiere jerked Melanie Tucker upright once more, yanking her away from the stove on which she was leaning and depositing her on her own two feet. Her large breasts bobbled wildly from the force of their suddenly being freed, her excited and stiffened little nipples describing crazy patterns for the amusement of Jed Wilson's closely following eyes. Melanie looked down at herself, shocked and ashamed to find herself standing semi-nude before this lecherous invader of her home, but at the moment she lacked either the physical strength or the willpower to try and cover her nakedness.
Jed Wilson moved once more to capitalize upon his young prisoner's indecision, cupping the smooth, silken cones of her breasts in almost worshipful palms. He stroked and caressed the tingling globes, almost as if to make atonement for the harsh treatment he had dealt them only moments before. Within a very few seconds, the soothing, milking action of his constantly moving hands had lulled Melanie into an erotic sense of security, and she was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet in time to his tit-teasing gesture, moaning and mewling out little cries of pleasure from deep in her throat.
Wilson flicked at her rigid little nipples with his thumbs, taking time from the lecherous exercise to trace the outline of her wide pink areolae, thus sending out little shooting chills of mounting passion throughout Melanie's tremulous young frame. He played upon her tits like a virtuoso might play upon a musical instrument, milking the ultimate in erotic sensations from those pliable cones of titflesh.
Not content to possess Melanie's breasts solely with his ravenous hands, Wilson bent forward from the waist, slowly and gently bringing his lips into contact with the soft ivory curve of one breast. Slowly, tauntingly, he nibbled and licked his way along the smooth slope of her tit until he reached the rigid little apex of her vibrant nipple. He virtually inhaled that little nub of sensory nerve endings, engulfing a great mouthful of breast flesh in the process and pinning it between gentle teeth, his flicking, darting tongue-tip already at work on the task of driving her little nipple insane with liquid heated desire.
Melanie might have collapsed to the floor at that very moment if she had not thrust her trembling hands upward, seizing Wilson's broad shoulders and thus supporting herself. The action also served to arch her back slightly, thrusting her excited breasts outward and offering them more openly to the avidly working mouth of the syndicate hit man.
Wilson slowly, tauntingly drew his mouth away from the shivering peaks of her excited little nipples, letting his lips and flicking tongue trail wetly down the palpitating plain of her flat little belly. He was sinking slowly to his knees now, giving himself easier access to her lower body as he licked, sucked and nibbled his way downward across her stomach.
Melanie instinctively knew what was coming and what the evil stranger had in mind, but she could not bring herself to acknowledge his desire until she felt his big hands on her firm thighs, relentlessly sliding under the hem of her short, tight skirt. That hem caught on his thick wrists, forcing the covering garment farther upward with each fraction of an inch his hands and arms traveled, threatening to reveal her entire panty-covered little crotch to his gaze momentarily.
Young Melanie Tucker trembled violently at the idea of the man feasting his lusthungry eyes upon her scantily-clad loins. She knew that her panties were almost transparent, all the more so due to the wetness engendered there by her own lewd fingerfucking of the previous hour and the earlier lubrication brought on by Jed Wilson's oral assault on her tingling breasts. It seemed to her that he would literally be able to look directly through her little panties, seeing and studying every single detail of her pouting little cuntal lips beneath.
Melanie could not suppress a sob as the hem of her now useless skirt reached her wide hips and continued upward, clearing her loins completely now as Jed Wilson lifted it out of the way and tucked it quickly and expertly in the waistband of her skirt. Now his hands and eyes were paying homage to the tanned columns of her firm but pliant thighs, fingertips grazing little electric paths of illicit excitement up and down the ivory flesh, drawing ever closer to the barely-covered seat of her feminine lust.
Melanie closed her eyes tightly, breathing through flaring nostrils as she fought to regain some slight measure of her own rapidly disappearing self-control. In the name of common sense and common decency, she simply had to reassert herself, to prevent her traitorous young body from reacting favorably to each and every one of this evil stranger's lewd advances. There might be nothing she could do to physically stop his ravishment of her still-virginal loins, but by God, she was determined not to enjoy it!!
Melanie Tucker's stern resolve was forcibly shattered by the sudden wet touch of Jed Wilson's tongue high on the sensitive flesh of her soft inner thigh. She gasped aloud at the electrifying sensation, recoiling away from that ultimate act of perversion so that her plump little ass cheeks butted tightly against the stove behind her. Wilson followed her every move, scooting forward on his knees, his flicking, darting tongue nearer losing a stroke as it maneuvered onward and upward along her stinging thigh.
The young girl was sobbing bitterly now, bringing down her hands to tangled clawed fingers in the older man's hair, desperately fighting to force his ravenous face away from the target zone of her chaste loins. To her chagrin and dismay, she found that she simply did not possess the physical strength needed to wrench his mouth away from the moist flesh of her upper thigh, or to toss him away from her entirely as she had hoped.
Jed Wilson pressed his face close into the tight valley formed by the young girl's tightly clenched thighs. His eyes were on a direct level with the sopping wet crotchband of her almost transparent little bikini underpants, and he could plainly smell the rich womanly aroma of her feminine lust secretions seeping through the panties. The odor was enough to inflame him to the utmost, driving him almost insane with raging carnal desire for the young girl's plainly virginal body.
Wilson hooked the clawed fingers of his two big hands in the tight elastic waistband of Melanie Tucker's panties. He jerked sharply downward on the yielding garment, uttering a low animal growl of pure lust as he made his aggressive attack. Her panties were quickly hauled down to mid thigh, totally revealing the downy curls of pubic hair to his gaze, and then the flimsy material parted in his hands with a loud ripping noise. Satisfied at last, Wilson flung the useless scraps of wet material away onto the floor at either side.
Melanie let out a croaking little sob of shame and humiliation now that her naked loins were totally revealed to the eyes and hands of this clearly lecherous older man. She trembled violently, suddenly going weak in the knees as she realized that his probing eyes were on a direct level with the puckered little nether lips of her cunt, examining every furrow and swell of her secret genitals with prurient curiosity. She had never felt so naked and ashamed before in all her life, and it seemed to Melanie that she could almost feel his gaze like an unclean physical caress upon her tingling genital flesh.