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NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 23:37:12 EDT
Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South 3/1
Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2001 13:10:02 -0400
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This is a sexually explicit story.  If that bothers you, go away now.

Song of the South Pt. 3

By bigboy12

(Interr. NC humil, anal, analingus, oral, ws)

Titus Gragg woke up, threw back the covers and swung his feet to the floor.
They were big feet, which was fortunate because he was a big man.  He
straightened and stretched to his full six feet three inches.  He slept nude and
as he twisted at the waist the head of his flaccid cock bounced between his
thighs.  Gragg rubbed his eyes, then reached over and pushed a button on the
wall beside his bed.  Then he went out of his bedroom and walked naked down the
hall to the master bath.

Titus Gragg was perhaps the richest man in Ambrosia; he was certainly the most
powerful.  His family had been rich and powerful for generations, going back to
the antebellum days.  He lived in an enormous house on a hill in the south part
of town and employed a household staff of seventeen.

He entered the spacious master bath and sat down on the toilet.  He had just
seated himself when Deanne Washington entered.  Deanne was a statuesque black
woman, although her nose and cheekbones implied that somewhere in the past a
Native American or two had entered the bloodline.  She wore the uniform of
Gragg's female staff- a short, tight dress with a flared skirt.  The hem ended
just below the cheeks of Deanne's round, firm ass.  This left the tops of her
stockings and garters exposed.  Modest two-inch heels adorned her feet.  She
closed the door behind her and began to unbutton her dress.

As she stripped, Gragg evacuated his bowels, a process that entailed much
groaning and farting.  Deanne hung her dress on a hanger behind the door.  A red
silk bra encased her round tits.  She reached behind her and unclasped it,
exposing her long nipples and large aureolae to the air.  She wore no panties,
so she unfastened the garters, took off the belt and stockings and hung them
around the shoulders of the dress.  Her shoes were placed against the door.  She
turned around, naked as the day she was born, although the thick swatch of pubic
hair had not adorned her then.  As Gragg continued his morning shit, Deanne
leaned over from the waist and began to run his bath.  Gragg loved this view of
her, those coral-pink pussy lips peeking from her nest of tangled, wiry black
pubes.

Gragg gave one last grunt and relaxed for a moment.  As he stood up, Deanne
reached into a cabinet beside the tub and took out a washcloth.  Gragg stepped
away from the commode and stood in front of the cabinet, facing the mirror.
Deanne stepped around him and wrapped toilet paper around her hand.  Gragg
leaned over the cabinet, spreading his legs slightly.  She wiped his ass,
dropped the paper in the toilet and flushed it.  Then she wet the washcloth with
warm water and began to wash his asshole.  It took some time and when she was
finished his cock was a rampaging rod, hard and covered with engorged veins.
She stepped back and dropped the soiled cloth into the hamper.  She reached
under the cabinet and took out an enema kit, then stepped up to the cabinet and
leaned forward, resting her weight on her hands.

Gragg opened the enema kit.  It was custom-made, with a larger reservoir than
standard and a bigger nozzle.  He filled the bag with warm solution, then
stepped behind Deanne.  He paused for a moment, admiring her fine, high ass and
exquisite, trembling legs, the pinkness of the soles of her feet as she stood on
tiptoe.  Then he squirted a dollop of lube onto the nozzle and began working it
into her bunghole.  Deanne winced as he pressed it home, which suited him fine.
He didn't want her to become accustomed to the anal invader; that's why he had
them made bigger.  He released the clips and the solution began flowing into her
bowels.

The bag held enough warm, soapy water that her flat tummy was bulging slightly
by the time it was empty.  She bit her lip, sweat beading her forehead and upper
lip.  Gragg reached into a drawer and took out a large pink butt-plug.  With a
dexterity born of much practice, he pulled out the enema nozzle with one hand
and rammed the plug home with the other.  Deanne gasped, then a groan passed her
lips.  She turned stiffly, a product of the warm liquid filling her intestines
and the large stopper wedged in her anus.

Gragg climbed into the tub and laid back.  Deanne took a fresh cloth and began
to wash him.  It was a lengthy process because he kept stopping her so he could
suckle at her titties.  Deanne had fantastic nipples.  They were large and
sensitive and became extremely hard with the slightest stimulation.  Gragg loved
licking and sucking those chocolate nubs.

Between leaning over the tub and Gragg's constant touching Deanne was soon
covered with a film of warm, soapy water.  He could hear her water-filled guts
gurgle and slosh as she moved.  When she was finished, Gragg stood and stepped
out of the tub.  Deanne took a large towel and began drying him.  She had
difficulty bending to blot his feet and legs.  She rubbed the towel briskly up
and down his throbbing erection, working the foreskin over the plum-colored
mushroom head.  She stepped back.  Gragg motioned toward the toilet.  Relief
washing over her face, Deanne sat down on the toilet, reached underneath herself
and extracted the butt plug.  Gragg watched as she shat out the solution, her
beautiful face contorted from the cramping pain in her abdomen.  When she was
done, Deanne wiped her ass, flushed the toilet, and then bent over the commode.
Gragg stepped behind her.  This was another reason he used the oversized nozzle
and the butt plug.  They stretched her asshole enough that he didn't need to use
lube.  He lined his pole up with her rectal opening and thrust forward, plunging
balls-deep into her anal canal.  Her sphincter clenched, squeezing the base of
his cock.  He pulled out, feeling the flared corona drag along her intestinal
wall until it lodged against the muscular ring of her bunghole, then he thrust
forward again.

He ass-fucked her for some minutes until he felt his balls tighten, then
explode, coating her bowels with thick jets of his cum.  Deanne did what was
expected of her, squeezing her browneye to coax every last drop from his tool.
Satisfied, he pulled his limp member from her ravaged backside.  Deanne turned
and dropped to her knees, licking the juices from his spent prick and swallowing
them.  When he was clean, she wiped her spittle from his dong with a hand towel,
then as Titus Gragg went to his bedroom to get dressed for the day, Deanne
Washington stepped into the shower and turned the water on full blast.

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