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Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South 3/2
Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2001 13:10:03 -0400
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This is a sexually explicit story.  If that bothers you, go away now.

Song of the South Pt. 3/2

By bigboy12

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

Titus Gragg had been introduced to the world of sex when he was thirteen.
Actually, he had begun having sexual feelings about a year before that,
awakening in the mornings with a stiff prick and noticing the way the maids'
tits moved underneath their uniforms.  He soon learned that if he hid himself in
the washroom adjacent to the laundry he could watch Lettie as she did the
laundry.  Like all his father's maids, Lettie was young, beautiful and black,
and from the washroom Titus could see flashes of her panties as she bent over to
sort the laundry.  Soon these images were invading his dream and he began to
wake up with his underwear stuck to his belly.

His real entrance into sex came, as stated, when he was thirteen.  He was in the
throes of puberty.  Wiry black hair had sprouted on his ballsack and around the
root of his cock and his member itself had grown dramatically, but his physique
was still the thin-shouldered, concave-chested silhouette of a boy.

It was Homecoming Friday, 1978, in Ambrosia, very near a county holiday.  The
parade was at noon and the junior high and high school dismissed after it
passed.  Titus was bored with the available entertainment options offered
downtown, so he decided to walk home.  It was only about a half-mile.

He let himself into a house that seemed deserted.  He didn't know where his
mother was.  She was a beautiful woman, but quiet and submissive, much younger
than Titus's father, Silas.  His three older sisters were probably in town.
Check that, half-sisters.  Silas had divorced their mother after she had not
produced a son in three tries.

He was halfway up the stairs when he heard sounds.  It sounded like people
fighting.  He followed the sounds, creeping along the second-floor hallway.  The
sounds were coming from his parents' bedroom, but they didn't sound exactly like
fighting.  The door was slightly ajar.  Titus got down on hands and knees and
eased forward to peek through the crack.

There were three people in the room: his father Silas, the maid Lettie, and
another of the maids, Rolonda.  Rolonda was a shade darker than Lettie's caramel
complexion, shorter and bustier than Lettie, but they shared youth and beauty.
The women were dressed strangely.  Black leather collars sporting steel rings
encircled their necks.  Lettie wore long black gloves than reached to the middle
of her upper arms; Rolonda wore lacy white gloves that ended at the wrist.  Both
of them wore shiny red patent-leather heels as they stood on opposite sides of
the bed, facing each other.  As Titus watched, open-mouthed, his father stepped
into view.  Silas Gragg was aging; his chest hair was gray and his
once-impressive upper body had begun to soften and sag.  One muscle had been
unaffected by time however- his cock was hard and throbbing, the blind eye
pointing upward at a forty-five degree angle.  He snapped a short length of
chain onto one of the rings of Lettie's collar, then pulled forward until she
was bent at the waist.  He placed his other hand on the back of Rolonda's head
and pushed until she too was bent over, eye to eye with Lettie.  He snapped the
other end of the chain to Rolonda's collar.  The muscles in the girls' legs
stood out in sharp relief as they were forced to hold onto each other's shoulder
to remain upright, their faces inches apart.  Then Lettie opened her mouth and
Rolonda stuck her tongue in it.

Titus had heard kids talk about French kissing, but he had never done it, and he
had never imagined that two girls would do it to each other.  He was instantly
aroused, the front of his jeans uncomfortably full.  He reached down with one
hand and began to rub it, hoping he could push it down, but that only made the
situation worse as he watched Lettie and Rolonda continue their deep kiss.  His
father stood at the foot of the bed and watched them as he fisted his erection,
stroking it slowly as glistening precum leaked out of the pisshole.  When his
entire rod was gleaming he shuffled forward, poking his boner between the women.
They turned their attention to his shaft and knob, sucking the precum as though
drinking lemonade through a straw.  Silas reached down and unsnapped the chain
from their collars.  Rolonda responded by crawling onto the bed and taking his
pecker into her warm mouth.  Lettie took one of his nipples between her full
lips and began to suckle.  This image was too much for Titus.  His groin tingled
and he blew a wad in his pants.  It felt as though his shorts were full of hot
Vaseline.

The show was far from over, however.  After Lettie had licked the old man's
nipples for some minutes, the two women switched places.  Lettie sprawled on her
stomach to begin licking the cock that was presented to her.  Rolonda got to her
knees on the bed, straddling Lettie's head, and proffered her mammaries to
Silas.  The old man attacked the luscious globes with a vengeance, engulfing the
raspberry-sized nipples.  Titus watched as his father's hand crept behind
Rolonda and the middle finger disappeared into the cleft between her dark
buttocks.  He was doing something, because Rolonda began to moan and shake her
head from side to side.  Titus realized that Silas had his finger in her butt.
The boy's penis was hard again and he reached down to rub it through the damp
denim of his jeans.

Silas stepped out of view but Titus could hear his voice as he issued a command.
Lettie and Rolonda climbed onto the bed and presented, heads down and asses
high.  When Silas reappeared, he held a leather strap.  He began to whip the two
black women across their asses.  They cried out in pain, their hands clutching
the bedspread, but they did not move.  The jiggling of their buttcheeks as the
strap rose and fell mesmerized Titus.  Silas dropped the strap and climbed onto
the bed.  He thrust his erect member into Lettie's wet pussy.  Rolonda stood
over Lettie, letting the old man suckle again.  Every so often he would pull his
prick out of Lettie's vagina and Rolonda would drop to her knees to slurp the
throbbing manstaff into her mouth.

Silas pulled out and slapped Lettie on the ass.  She immediately rolled off the
bed.  Rolonda lay down in her place and threw her legs over her head.  Her feet
touched the bed by her ears and her ass pointed at the ceiling.  Silas stood
over her and forced her prick down into her twat.  Lettie climbed back on the
bed and stood behind the old man, running one hand over his chest and pinching
his nipples as the other reached between his legs and fondled his ballsack.
This was when Titus came for the second time, pumping a load of hot, gooey cream
into his underwear.

Both girls were covered in sweat, their dark skins glistening as Silas pulled
out and stepped to the floor.  Lettie and Rolonda crawled off the bed and across
the floor to kneel in front of him.  Silas fastened their collars together again
with the short length of chain.  He dipped his dick in first one open mouth then
the other, allowing both girls to suck his manhood.  Finally he began to jerk
off in earnest.  Titus continued to rub his own prick through his jeans.  As he
watched, one of Lettie's long slim fingers disappeared between his father's
hairy asscheeks.  A second finger joined it.  Titus did not understand a
prostate massage, but he knew this seemed terribly nasty.  His father grimaced
and pointed his cock at the two girls as long arcs of thick white jizz flew
through the air to splatter across their hair, lips, cheeks and noses.  Some of
the pearly goop landed in their open mouths.  When Silas was finished, the girls
began to lick his spunk from each other's face and share it back and forth with
open-mouthed kisses.  This was when Titus felt a third hot explosion in his
drawers.

He heard the sound of his father's voice coming closer, so he scampered to his
room.  He tossed the soiled underwear and jeans into his hamper, changed into
fresh clothes, and snuck out the window.

He had difficulty sleeping for the next two nights.  Whenever he drifted off,
the images he'd seen invaded his sleep.  He was grateful when the weekend was
over and he could return to school.  It had been impossible to do anything at
home with Rolonda and Lettie around.  He made it through History and English
without incident and was settling into Math when a message was delivered to the
teacher--Titus was to report to the office to check out.  He gathered his books
and went into the deserted hall, wondering what was wrong.

Miss Blair, the principal's secretary, pushed the ledger forward for him to
sign.  No one else was in the office.  Titus scrawled his name and walked out
the front door of the school.  His father's Lincoln Town Car sat at the curb.
As Titus walked toward it, the passenger door opened.  His father sat in the
driver's seat, a big smile on his face.  Titus got in.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Aw, I just thought it's too nice a day to spend indoors," his father drawled.
"Some thing's is more important than school."  He put the big car in drive and
pulled away.  Titus was puzzled as they drove home.

"Tell you what," Silas said as they entered the house.  "Why don't you go
change?"  Titus nodded and hurried up the stairs to his room.

He opened the door and stopped in his tracks, his mouth open.  Lettie and
Rolonda stood beside his bed, naked as jaybirds.  All they wore were the collars
and high heels he had seen the previous Friday.

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