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Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South: The Blue Line (mmf, nc, interr,bj, rim, ws
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Song of the South: The Blue Line (mmf, nc, interr, bj, rimming, ws)
by
Manny Gotrocks
bigboy12@freeonline.com

Usual disclaimers:

This is a work of fantasy and contains graphic sexual imagery.  If any of this
bothers you, please do not read any further.  Consider yourself warned.

The author would love to know what you think of this story.

***

The air was already growing warm when Deke Blowers and Joe Bob Hawkins left the
station to begin their patrol.  As they climbed into the cruiser any bystander
might have thought them a joke.  Deke was thin and wiry, only five-six or so,
with a heavy shadow of beard over a weak chin.  Joe Bob was a touch over six
feet, a former all-star high school tackle going to fat.  As always, Deke
drove.  Joe Bob felt constricted behind the wheel.

They drove the streets of Ambrosia for a while before turning the wheels of the
patrol car toward the railroad tracks.  The tracks literally split Ambrosia in
two; north of the tracks lived the wealthy whites, about one-quarter of the
town's population.  South of the tracks was where the blacks and Hispanics
lived.  A growing number of Asians were scattered on both sides of the tracks,
the Japanese-Americans tending to live in the north, the Filipino and Thai
populace gravitating toward the south.

Blowers and Hawkins parked the cruiser on Grier, in front of an old house which
had been converted into a general store.  Blowers made sure to open the windows
a crack before they got out.  "Don't want it to be a damn oven," he said to
Hawkins.  The two officers hitched up their Sam Browne belts and sauntered into
the store.

A black man in his 60's stocking the metal shelves.  He looked up as the two
officers entered.  They stopped just inside the door, looking around.  A pretty
black girl, heavy breasts straining the fabric of the blue work shirt she wore
over cut-offs, was sweeping the floor.  The black man came toward them,
carrying a box of candy bars.

"Mornin'," he said.  "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

Blowers sucked on a front tooth.  "Let's can the grease, Cletus.  It's
insurance day.  We're here for your premium."

Cletus swallowed twice.  "I don't have it all."

"Really."  Blowers looked around the room.  "How much you got?"

"$200."

Blowers looked at him.  "That's $300 short."

Joe Bob wandered down the aisle.  The girl had stopped sweeping the floor and
stood as still as a statue, watching the scene.  Joe Bob stopped in front of
her, feet spread.

"Hey Antoinette," he said.  "Why ain't you in school?"

She looked down at the floor.  "I din't go today.  Grandpa needed my help."

"How old you now, Antoinette?"

"Fifteen, sir."  Her voice was very quiet.

Joe Bob grinned.  "That makes this truancy."

Deke looked at Cletus and sighed.  "You ain't got the money."

"No sir, but I'll have it by--"

"Save it."  Blowers cut him off.  "You know the schedule."  He reached into the
box of candy bars Cletus held and took one, then began walking toward the back
room.

Joe Bob jerked his head toward the door to the back.  Antoinette leaned the
broom against the counter.  Joe Bob followed her toward the door.  Deke opened
the door.  Antoinette and Joe Bob went through the door.  Deke looked at
Cletus.

"I know I don't have to tell you this, but you stay out here."  He pulled the
door shut behind him.

The back room had been the kitchen when the structure was a house.  It still
held a refrigerator; counters and cabinets ran around the walls.  The bathroom
was to the right.  "Here," Deke said, tossing the candy bar to Joe Bob. 
"Thought you might want this."  He turned to Antoinette, standing in the middle
of the room.  Hopping up on a counter, Deke said to her, "You know the drill."

Fingers trembling, the girl undressed.  The blue work shirt hit the ground
first, exposing her firm, round breasts to their leering gaze.  Deke and Joe
Bob stared at the large aureoles and the thumb-sized nipples.  She unbuttoned
her shorts and slid them down her long, shapely legs.  She straightened,
wearing only her panties and white canvas tennis shoes.

"Come on," Deke said.  "All of it."

She kicked off first one shoe, then the other.  Hooking her thumbs in the
waistband of her panties, she slid them down, stepping out of the garment and
standing naked before them.  "Damn," Joe Bob said, unbuckling his belt, "that
is one hairy pussy."

"You got that right."  Deke motioned to her as he took off his shoes. 
Antoinette turned around and bent over, her hands spreading the round cheeks of
her ass.

Joe Bob giggled.  "There it is.  I can see her browneye."  Deke nodded, never
taking his gaze from the girl's tight, puckered rosebud.

"Okay," he said, his voice hoarse.  "You can turn around."  Antoinett obeyed. 
Bother men were nude from the waist down, Deke sitting on the counter, Joe Bob
eating his candy bar.  "Come on," Deke said.  "Me first."

Antoinette went to him and bent down, grasping his hardening prick.  She had
little experience in judgin penis size, but Deke seemed pretty well-hung. 
Maybe it was just his skinniness.  She took the head of his cock in her mouth
and began to suck.

"Yeahhhhhh," Deke groaned, throwing back his head.  Antoinette licked the
bulbous tip of his dick, swirling her tongue around it.  Deke put a hand on the
back of her head, pushing down.  At his urging, she was soon deep-throating
him, her nose buried in his smelly pubic hair.  She bobbed her tongue up and
down, dragging her tongue along the length of his member, causing him to
shudder with pleasure.

"Wait," he commanded, grabbing her hair and pulling her back.  He rolled back
on the counter, lifting his legs toward his chest.  "Now go," he ordered, his
ass pointed at her.  Antoinette bent forward, using her hands to spread his
asscheeks.  Her tongue flicked out, slurping at his anus.  He moaned and lifted
his legs higher.  Antoinette began to lick his asshole in earnest, her tongue
running over his crinkled back door, her lips molding over his anus as her
tongue probed him in an obscene colonic kiss.  She could feel the rubbery
sphincter opening, pulling at her tongue as though trying to draw it into his
rectum.

He grunted, pushing her away as he came to his feet.  She settled back onto her
haunches, face upturned.  His left fist gripped his prick as he jerked off, his
right grasping her hair to help aim the thick, creamy wads of man-goo
splattering on her face.  After eight or nine squirts, he subsided, falling
back against the counter, breathing hard.

"Hey, Antoinett," Joe Bob giggled.  "My turn."  She looked to her left.  The
fat man was already bent over, ass pointing at her.  Tears running down her
cheeks to mix with Deke's seed, she crawled across the floor and began rimming
Joe Bob.  Unlike Deke, whose ass was hard and compact, Joe Bob's fat asscheeks
enveloped her face.  His sizeable crack also trapped a fair amount of sweat,
resulting in a powerful stink.  Joe Bob also like for her to drool on his
asshole a lot, as she reached between his legs and jerked him off with one
hand.  Joe Bob shuddered like a dog passing peach pits as he felt her tongue
swirling around his bunghole.  When he felt the stirring in his balls he
turned.  Antoinett leaned back as he fired his spunk across her face and into
her open mouth.  When he was finished, Antoinette's face was covered in their
mingled jizz.

"You know Joe Bob, we can't leave Antoinette a mess like that," Deke cackled. 
Eyes fixed on the floor, she crawled into the bathroom, followed by the two
cops.  The tub was still in the bathroom.  Antoinette crawled into it and
knelt, waiting.  She didn't have to wait long.  Deke and Joe Bob stood side by
side, peckers in their hands.  It took a few minutes, but with a groan Joe Bob
began pissing.  The sound of his flowing water loosened Deke up and two streams
of urine arced through the air, splashing on Antoinette's face and tits.  Both
men had drunk extra water and coffee that morning, so their bladders were full
to the brim.  They began to play their flesh-hoses up and down, peeing on the
girl's flat belly and soaking her thick bush.  They began to run out of whizz
and the streams subsided.  They looked at the girl, amber rivulets trickling
down her statuesque ebony body.  She opened her eyes.  Here was the final
humiliation.  She leaned forward and sucked the last drops of piss from each of
their members.

As Deke and Joe Bob dressed, Antoinette crawled out of the tub and vomited in
the commode.  "What'samatter?" Joe Bob asked.  "Eat something that didn't agree
with you."  They both laughed as they left the back room.

Deke took the $200 from Cletus and tipped his hat.  On the sidewalk, he
stretched as though working a kink out of his back and turned to his partner.

"You know," he said, "that's gonna keep me hard until we hit the next one."

-- 
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