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NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 23:41:02 EDT
Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South 3/3
Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2001 13:10:05 -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)

"Yeah," his father said from behind him, "I know what you saw last week.  I
figure this is better than messin' your pants from behind a door."

"B-B-But--" Titus stammered, "wh-wh-wh-what should I...?"

"Do?  Whatever the hell you want."  Silas walked over to Titus's desk, pulled
out the chair and sat down.  "These bitches'll do whatever you say, right
girls?"

The two black women nodded.  Titus stared at their titties, his eyes feasting on
the sight of Lettie's firm round yobes and Rolonda's proud, thrusting bosom.
His eyes traveled down, drinking in the sight of their flat stomachs and
arriving at their hairy twats.  The sight of those two woolly patches stirred
something in Titus.

"Tur--"  His voice broke and he tried again.  "Turn around," he said.  Both
women obeyed without hesitation.  This time he started at the bottom, inspecting
their shapely legs and succulent asses.  His head swimming, he uttered his next
command.

"Hold your butts open," he said.  "I want to see them."  He nearly fainted as
they spread their ass cheeks for his inspection.  He leaned forward,
scrutinizing their tight, puckered rectums.  He heard his father laugh.

"You're a Gragg, all right," the old man cackled.

Titus was aware that his jeans were too tight.  "Undress me," he said.  Lettie
and Rolonda stripped every item of clothing from him.  He was naked between two
voluptuous black women, his thirteen-year-old pecker bobbing in front of him.
He turned to Lettie.  "I want to um, you know, with your mouth."  She sank to
her knees and took his erection between her lips.  Since he was thirteen it took
only a few seconds of oral stimulation to summon a knee-buckling orgasm.  He
felt his asshole clench and what seemed like gallons of jizz squirted from his
member.  Lettie swallowed some of it, but the copious flow splashed across her
cheeks and chin and forehead, coating her beautiful Nubian features in a sticky
white glaze.  Rolonda immediately knelt beside her and began to lick his spunk
from her face.

"Well," Titus said, "that was fun, but I wish it could have lasted longer."

"Hold on a minute," his father said.  "You ain't but thirteen.  You're just
getting started.  Wait here."  The old man left the room, leaving Titus to watch
Rolonda finish lapping his sperm off Lettie's chin.  Amazed, he could feel his
dick stirring again when his father returned.  The old man was carrying a
switch.

"Well," Silas said, glancing at the boy's crotch, "don't seem like you'll need
it, but when the old johnson needs a shine I find that nothin' does it like
whippin' some black ass and pussy."

Indeed, Titus was already hard again, but he saw how the two women looked at the
switch in his father's hand and he realized that they were afraid.  They were
not doing this because they wanted to; they were being forced.  The thought was
like a shot of pure adrenaline to his gonads.

"I want to do it," he said, and his pecker jumped at the look of fear that
crossed the faces of the two women.  His father smiled and handed him the rod.

"You're the boss," he said.  Titus's mouth was dry and his limbs felt shaky, but
his dick felt like lead between his legs.  He held the switch in his trembling
hands and swished it through the air twice, trying to steady himself.  He looked
at Lettie and Rolonda.

"Get on the bed," he said.  "On all fours."  They scrambled to obey.  The sight
of those rounded Amazonian black asses was almost more than he could stand.  He
raised the switch, hesitated, and then brought it whistling down across Lettie's
ass.  He thrashed their butts until his arm was weary and sweat dripped from his
nose.  He lowered the switch.

"Here son, let me show you something."  His father stepped up beside him.  Titus
looked down and saw his father's erection protruding from his unzipped fly.  The
older man took the switch from his son's trembling hand.  "Watch this."  He
turned to Lettie.  "Spread your cheeks."  The sleek young Negress reached behind
her and pulled her firm round buttocks apart, spreading them wide.  Titus could
plainly see her tight asshole.  "Now watch," his father whispered as he brought
the switch up and flicked it down, snapping it across her bunghole.  Lettie
shrieked and twitched, but she didn't try to move.  She remained there, head
down, ass up.  Silas gave her a few more stinging blows on her browneye, then
instructed her to roll over.  Lettie was covered in a film of sweat, her hair
plastered to her head as she complied.  She pulled her knees to her chest,
showcasing her shapely feet and muscular legs and exposing her cunt completely.
Titus watched open-mouthed as his father began to switch her long, puffy
pussy-lips.  When Lettie was soaked in perspiration, tears running down her
face, Silas handed the switch to his son and pointed at Rolonda.  The old man
went back to the corner and began stroking his penis.

Trembling with lust and excitement, Titus commanded Rolonda to spread herself.
When she did so, he thrashed her exposed asshole, relishing every quiver of her
glorious hindquarters.  He told her to roll over.  When she did, something
blossomed in Titus Gragg.  He looked down at this beautiful dark woman, her legs
spread and her knees pulled up on either side of her extraordinary breasts, her
private parts offered to him for his gratification, and he realized that this
was the way he wanted it to be forever.  He flogged her twat, relishing the way
it swelled and grew wet.  When he finally dropped the switch, his shyness was
gone.

"I wanna suck their titties!" he demanded.  He reached out and grabbed one of
Lettie's nipples between thumb and forefinger.  "You first."

Lettie got up and stood in the middle of the room.  She raised her hands over
her head, showcasing her 36C boobs.  Titus was nearly bursting as he took her
nipple into his mouth.  He ran his tongue over the hard nub, then began suckling
in earnest.  He nearly fainted when he felt Rolonda's cool hand begin to stroke
his pulsing cock.  If he hadn't already come once, he would have blown his wad
for sure.  He sucked on both women's tits.  He was breathless and light-headed
when he stepped away from Rolonda's 38D funbags.

"I think it's time for some fucking," his dad proclaimed in a raspy voice.
"Lettie, start him out."

The golden-skinned beauty lay back on Titus's bed and brought her legs up and
out.  Rolonda positioned him between Lettie's thighs, then guided his cock to
the entrance of her portal.  Titus pushed and his dick slid into Lettie's moist
twat.  He gasped and then began to do what came naturally: he started to fuck.
Lettie hooked her knees over his shoulders to give him more leverage.  Titus
felt his balls begin to tingle.

"Hold it," his dad announced.  Titus stopped, bewildered.  Silas left the room
for a moment, then came back, dragging Belle, another of the maids, by her
wrist.  "You," he said, pointing at Rolonda, "doggie style."  As Rolonda
positioned herself on all fours, Silas stripped the maid's uniform from Belle's
voluptuous black form and bent her over Titus's desk.  Lettie urged Titus into a
squatting position, then took his pecker in her hand and directed it to
Rolonda's pussy.  Silas slipped his old cock into Belle as he watched his son
begin to screw Rolonda in earnest, her tits swaying and bouncing with each
thrust.

"Daddy," Titus gasped, "I got to--"

"I know, boy," Silas groaned.  "Make her turn around."  Rolonda did as she was
told, kneeling before the quivering boy.  Lettie began to pull his prick, aiming
it at Rolonda's face.  Rolonda reached between his legs, exploring.  Her fingers
touched his young anus and he jumped, just as his manhood erupted.  Gouts of his
jism spurted through the air, splashing on Rolonda's chin, into her open mouth,
across her cheeks and forehead, into her air and onto her heaving tits.  He
finally finished, his dick limp and dripping.

"Like that, huh?"  His father paused in his rutting to motion to Lettie and
Rolonda.  "Clean up and get back here."  He turned to his son.  "You got a
special treat next."  Titus stood there, covered in sweat, his cock oozing the
last dribbles of cum as he watched his father plow another of their young,
beautiful maids.  Silas grabbed a fistful of Belle's hair and pulled, jerking
her head up so that he looked like a cowboy riding a glossy black mare.

Lettie and Rolonda returned.  Silas turned to his son.  "Crawl up on the bed,
boy.  On your back."  Titus looked at him, puzzled.  "Just do it."  Titus
complied.  "Now, pull your legs up."  Titus hooked a hand behind each knee and
lifted until his thighs were parallel to his stomach.  He could feel cool air
across his sweaty butt.  Silas nodded at the two women.  "Do as you're told."

Titus felt the bed sway as Lettie and Rolonda crawled onto the mattress.  He
wasn't sure he liked this; this was the position they had been in when their
pussies were spanked.  He was trying to imagine what might happen when Lettie
knelt between his legs, then leaned forward and ran her tongue over his asshole.
Titus gasped, writhing in pleasure as she gave him his first rim job, the rough
velvet of her tongue lashing at his anus.  He squirmed with sensual
gratification as blood rushed into his cock and it began to swell.  Rolonda
climbed on top of him and grabbed his legs.  Her wet, pink pussy and musky
asshole were inches from his face.  She took the engorged head of his penis into
her mouth and began to suck.  Titus began exploring her twat and butthole with
his fingers.  Lettie stiffened her tongue and began to probe his shithole.
Titus's eyes rolled back in his head as the tip of her serpentine organ of taste
worked its way past his sphincter.  Lettie doubled her efforts, sliding more of
her tongue into his ass.  Titus, three fingers lodged in Rolonda's pussy and two
more in her bunghole, thought he would pass out.  The ravishing Nubian woman
continued to swab his poop chute, swirling her tongue around the soft, rubbery
membrane of his rectum.  His sphincter spasmed, clutching her tongue and trying
to draw it deeper inside him.  He heard his father's voice through the roaring
of blood in his ears, then felt a rush of disappointment as Lettie's tongue was
withdrawn from his ass.  He realized that his father was speaking to him.  Titus
finally deciphered the words and rolled over, supporting himself on all fours.
Rolonda stood behind him, rubbing his asshole with her fingers.  He heard a
harsh sound, then Rolonda's wet fingers entered his pooper.  The process was
repeated.  He realized what was happening.  Rolonda was spitting on her hand and
forcing it into his ass.  She did this for some minutes; he could feel the fluid
collected in his lower bowel.  Then Rolonda got on her back, slid between his
legs and began to blow him.  At the same time, Lettie, on her knees behind him,
fastened her lips over his asshole and began to suck Rolonda's spittle out of
his hole.  She thrust her long tongue into his browneye, which opened easily
now.  He felt the saliva sliding out of his ass as Lettie swallowed it.  The
combination of rim job and blowjob was too much erotic stimulation.  Titus felt
his penis tingle and his balls draw up, then his biggest orgasm yet erupted out
of him.  Gushers of cum spewed out of his member; his asshole clamped down tight
on Lettie's tongue, trapping her face between his asscheeks.  His explosion of
man-broth was more than Rolonda could handle; the secretions began to spray
around the bed.  The edges of his vision went black and he pitched forward, on
the edge of unconsciousness.  Rolonda was trapped beneath him, his
still-spasming pecker against her face.  Lettie was dragged forward, her tongue
still imprisoned in his ass.  He relaxed and rolled over, a boneless husk.
Rolonda was coated with his seed, the sticky fluid smeared over her entire upper
body.  Lettie pulled her mouth free from his butt and lowered her face to
Rolonda's, sharing his ass-taste with the other woman in a deep French kiss.

Titus let his eyes (they were the only parts of his body he could move) slide
away from the two kissing women.  He could see his father pounding away at
Belle, then the old guy pulled out and used her hair to force her to her knees.
Silas's semen squirted into her open mouth.  When he was finished, she licked
him clean and left the room.  The older man sat down.  Titus became aware that
the room stank of sex and sweat, the pungent aromas of pussy and jizz in the
air.

He also became aware of another pressing need.  He got to his feet, still
unsteady, and hobbled toward the door.  "Where you goin'?" his father asked.

"Daddy," Titus said, "I couldn't get it hard again if I had to, but I got to pee
something fierce."

Silas leaped from his seat and delivered a stinging slap to Lettie's ass.  "You
bitches help my boy to the toilet.  Can't you see he's weak from exertion."
Titus didn't object as the two women took his arms and helped him into his
bathroom.  He was a little startled when they came in with him, but after
everything else today, hey, how weird was it?  His eyes almost popped out of his
head, though, when Rolonda sat down on the toilet seat.

"Hey," he said, "I gotta pee."

Rolonda said the first words either woman had uttered all afternoon.  "So pee."

Titus ran his gaze over her taut, voluptuous body, the gloss of sweat that
covered her upthrust bosom and flat belly, the firm roundness of her thighs, and
the thought of pissing on this magnificent woman inflamed his mind.  He took his
limp prick in his hand and pointed it at her, but spite of the aching fullness
of his bladder, he couldn't let go.  Rolonda leaned forward and took his flaccid
member in her mouth, as Lettie knelt behind him.  Titus was so focused on the
pain in his bladder and the feeling of Rolonda's mouth on his penis that he was
unaware of Lettie's presence until she spread his cheeks and thrust her tongue
into his ass again.  His sphincter was still loose from her earlier rimming and
she was able to spear her tongue far into his shit chute.  Surprised, he jerked
up on his toes, his pecker slipped out of Rolonda's mouth, and his inhibitions
slipped.  A golden stream of pee sprayed out of his glans and splattered across
Rolonda's face.  Excited by the sight of his yellow river splashing against her
sculpted cheeks, he grasped his manhood and methodically peed on every part of
her.  While he urinated in copious amounts, Lettie continued to eat his ass.
Rolonda sputtered and flinched, but she did not pull away from his stream.  By
the time he was finished, what he thought was impossible had occurred; he was
hard again.  Rolonda leaned forward again, piss dripping from her chin, and
began to suck his dick.  With Lettie flogging her tongue in his asshole and
Rolonda giving him head, Titus achieved his fourth orgasm of the day.  Rolonda
swallowed the proceeds, which were his smallest.  Then Titus stumbled into the
shower  while Lettie and Rolonda went to his bedroom to clean up the mess. 

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