Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 20:14:14 -0400
From: Marvin <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: roswell heights-12

[Roswell Heights is a (fictional) high rise housing development in South
Philly, more commonly known as "the projects" or The Heights. It's three 15
story buildings (originally built back in the 50's), all within a few
hundred yards of each other. After years of mismanagement and neglect, it's
become a drug heaven for dealers and criminals.]

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ROSWELL HEIGHTS-12
Unholy Power

1

	The Church Of Families Of Christianity opens its doors to people of
all walks of life, creed, and color (so long as they renounce their former
religions and embrace Christianity as their faith). Pasture Reverend
Malcolm H. Holmes resides over the congregation as its preacher, its
teacher, its father, and its savior. With 3 Sunday services, he also finds
time during the week to run a bible study (for those who would like to
learn the scriptures and what the scriptures mean to them), a couples
counseling (for married couples who find the everyday stress of the world
ruining their marriages), a youth program (for children up to 14 who are
too young to be left home alone after school while their parents are still
working), to sponsor a 40 member choir, as well preside over the Counseling
Center (for those members who may need guidance or someone to talk to).
	From the outside looking in, it may seem Reverend Holmes does a lot
of selfless acts to help the community stay strong and positive in this
`the world's last days', --but in reality, the church is a huge money
making machine. Sure it costs money to build, run, and conduct services
free of charge, but with donation, member dues, fund drives, hot food
sales, day care fees, and tax exempts, the church makes a killing. Is there
no wonder the good reverend drives a brand new car every 3 years?

	A typical day for 50 year old Reverend Holmes begins at 9am, when
he wakes up and bliss the lord for giving him another day of life and fresh
breath in his lungs. Then he rolls over and climbs on top of his 30 year
old (2nd wife) Cassandra. Cassandra was a former pole dancer at the
Jiggly-Wiggly, whom the good reverend had a chance to console several times
(late at night) after her performances. He convinced her to give up a life
of uncertainty with strange men ogling over her voluptuous body for the
life of a preacher's wife. Having loved Whitney Houston, she decided to
give it a go.
	After 5 or 10 minutes of early morning pleasures, he rushes into
the shower where he shaves, shits, and dress for his long day. Picking up a
breakfast meal at a local soul food restaurant (cause pole dances don't
cook), he makes his way into church and into his office by noon, where he
opens the doors for those who wish to stop in and give silent prayer to the
lord.
	Sometimes he is met with the solemn task of consoling families who
recently lost loved ones. In some cases it was to long term illnesses, to
which he often reminds the mourners that their beloved ones are no longer
suffering. Other times death was unexpected and instantaneous, to which he
reminds `the lord moves in mysterious way.' He helps families make
arrangements to move the bodies from the morgue to the church for funeral
purposes. Often times when death is unexpected, the families are not
prepared for funeral costs, so the reverend is kind enough to make them a
binding contact to which they are liable to make layaway payments in a
timely fashion. If said payments are not paid in full by the date
specified, legal action may be (and WILL BE) taken against them.


2

	As the pastor of a large congregation, Reverend Holmes is often
approached by young couples who wish to wed in their church. Reverend
Holmes believes it is his duty to make sure these couples are suited for
each other by interviewing them together, as well as separately. If the
woman seemed unsure, or is rushed or pressured into marriage, the reverend
often persuades her to weight her options, testing her faith in love and
religion by enticing her physically. Most times the women stand their
grounds, refusing any advances and passing what the reverend calls `sins of
the flesh.' But sometimes (ever so often) he manages to score a little
afternoon nookie, convincing the women that giving themselves unselfishly
to their pastor will strengthen their relationship with the church and
ultimately help their marriages. Many of the women keep their afternoon
tryst with the reverend secret, going to their graves believing they had
been faithful to their spouses.
	Reverend Holmes also gives the same console to his male
congregates, asking if any of the would-be grooms had ever participated or
fantasized in sexual relations with another man? The questions usually
stirred mixed emotions; with some becoming outright insulted, and some
secretly admitting to having fantasized or participated in something when
younger. Reverend Holmes had responses to both reaction: telling the
insulted members that they were definitely ready to assume responsibility
for marriage, and persuading the latter to explore their secret fantasies
before committing to something they may later regret. The advise is often
followed up with an offer of self sacrifice, which the reverend offers to
only his `most trusted of members', warning them that the experiment will
only be known between them and the lord. In each cases, the hopeful grooms
leave the private office either with a belly full of the good reverend's
precious baptismal juices, or stretched assholes. One such hopeful was
Eugene Pruett, a 23 year old choir singer. He and his bride to be (Nya)
went to the reverend's office with hopes that he would bliss their upcoming
nuptials by agreeing to marry them. However, once Reverend Holmes got
Eugene alone and made the 23 yr old confess to having homosexual fantasies
of giving head to a stranger, he found himself on his knees in the
reverend's office, fast sucking the older man's plump package. Reverend
Holmes leaned back in his swivel chair with his pressed black pants wrapped
down around his dress socked ankles, and his black shirt unbuttoned up to
the collar while his young church member bobbed his head in his lap,
slurping noisily along the length of the 50 year old's wrist thick dick. It
only took Eugene 20 minutes of intense sucking to get a belly full of the
rev's thick juices, but he left the pastor's office feeling wildly
refreshed and freed. He would indeed marry Mya in the spring of next year,
but not without sampling more of the reverend's ample sauce.

3

	17 year old congregation member Zeff Underwood walked into the
reverend's office for his weekly scheduled appointment. Zeff (a slimly
build track star for his school) had come to the reverend a few weeks ago
with the belief that he might be gay. Zeff confessed that he had always had
feelings for men for as long as he could remember. In fact, he masturbated
nightly to the idea of performing fellatio on his mother's 32 year old
boyfriend (Maximilian). Reverend Holmes decided to treat the teen with kid
gloves, taking baby steps to teach and train the boy how to successfully
please a male's phallus. While the church frowned upon homosexuality as a
whole, Reverend Holmes believed it was still up to the individual to chose,
and the individual should be well skilled before making their final
decision.
	What started off as fondling and gentle petting on the reverend's
part (exciting the 17 y/o virgin to no end), escalated into Zeff licking
and suckling his pastor's big dick after church services and during his
scheduled weekly appointments. Reverend Holmes wanted Zeff to understand
ALL the pains of homosexual sex, so he instructed the boy to practice
fingering his own asshole, fitting another finger in weekly until he was
finally able to fit his entire palm inside his anus. Zeff practiced this
exercise every night, adding more fingers weekly until finally he was able
to shove half of his hand into his own ass while masturbating his stiff
dick. Upon making his next appointment, Reverend Holmes decided to treat
the boy to the pains of anal sex, telling the youth that it was a practice
most homosexual engage to see if they are truly gay. Zeff was eager to find
out if his soul was worth saving, or if he would be forever sentenced to
damnation?
	Reverend Holmes locked the door to his office, then instructed the
boy to strip naked. Pulling a large jar of lubricant from his secret drawer
(for such emergencies), he anointed a very generous amount of the water
based lubricant to the boy's nearly hairless asshole, and his big thick 8"
dick. Zeff was worried as the reverend's manhood seemed so huge, but the
pastor calmed him by stating "if we are successful, think of all the joy
you will receive performing for your mother's boyfriend." This made Zeff
more eager than ever as the reverend placed his huge hard dick up to his
virgin hole...

	Indeed sheathing his enormously fat appendage up the boy's virgin
anus took some doing. 17 year old Zeff believed it was the hardest thing he
had ever done. He grit his teeth and prayed that his asshole would stretch
wide enough to house the reverend's big penis, but it wasn't until Reverend
Holmes covered his mouth with his hand and forced his big dick into the
tiny hole that they achieved penetration. Zeff was in serious pain, but the
pastor reasoned that "sin hurts in the end!"
	He fucked poor Zeff across his desk, holding his hand over the
boy's muffled mouth the entire time. He rammed his dick back and forth,
robbing him of his precious cherry before blasting the teenager's gut with
its first ever load of salty cum.
	Zeff felt the reverend fucking into him harder, driving his big
dick deeper as he began to gasp and praise how hot and tight the boy's
sweet sweet innards felt on his dick. Zeff felt as if he were being raped
as pain shot through his aching bottom like a punch to the solar plexus. He
tried screaming and struggling, but the big man was far too strong for him,
easily holding him down as he had his way with him. With his eyes closed
(so he couldn't see himself sin), the reverend shoved inward one last time
(holding his pulsating prick balls deep in the teenager's convulsing hole)
and blasted his entrails with a copious load of his juices. Zeff felt the
reverend's load flooding his bowels, filling him with his reproductive
sperms. Strangely enough (while in pain during the duration on the sex
session), Zeff felt spiritually connected with the good reverend, believing
his seed bought forth spiritual knowledge and peace.
	He left the reverend's office that night limping, but feeling
better about himself than he ever had. He would go back to his mother's
house and inform her boyfriend of his newly acquired skills, offering the
ex-convict his body. Maximilian would eventually take Zeff up on his offer
one day after his mother had left for work, keeping the boy home from
school and butt fucking him nearly a dozen times into the early evening
hours when his mother returned home from work. Max would then perform
sexually with his woman, cumming inside her vagina while but thinking of
her son down the hall. That affair would last until Beverly Underwood
finally grew tired of her non-working lover and kicked him out of the
house. Zeff would be devastated, but would then find solace once he heads
off to Jeremiah University where he becomes the sex slave of his college
roommate.

4

	40 year old Jerome Taylor entered the reverend's office for his own
appointment. After revealing to him that he was the `project whore' for
drug dealers (chap-10), Reverend Holmes invited Jerome to perform for him
some of the tasks he did for the dealers, to see if he truly enjoyed them
or if he were merely obligating an oral contract he had with the lead
dealer? Jerome sucked his pastor to completion, swallowing his warm sperms
before going home more confused than when he came in.
	Reverend Holmes suggested more private sessions, scheduling Jerome
for Wednesday nights after group therapy.

	Jerome entered the office strangely excited. All day at work he
busied himself, knowing that at the end of the day he would be getting
pounded in his pastor's office by a new dick. The thought of his pastor's
penis as `new dick' sickened him, and excited him all at once. Indeed it
would be the first time the reverend had ever fucked him (hence the phrase
`new dick'), but Jerome had been hoping the reverend would magically cure
him of his desires to get fucked.

	Reverend Holmes sat behind his desk when Jerome walked in. "ah
brother Taylor, right on time...!" smiled the pastor as he closed his
financial books. "Are we ready to continue what we started last week?" he
asked with a grin.

"Yes, sir!" answered Jerome, his dick already tenting his trousers as his
asshole moistened automatically.

"Good! I need you to strip naked for me..., then get into that chair over
there on your knees with your ass facing me!"

"Okay..." said Jerome, taking off his clothes. It felt strange stripping
naked in church, in the reverend's office, but Jerome had to believe that
his pastor knew what he was doing. After stripping, Jerome climbed up into
one of the visitor's chairs, his big round girly ass facing the reverend.
	Reverend Holmes stared at Jerome's ass for a long time, admiring
the shapely curves ANY woman would have been proud to own (and his wife
secretly envied). Under his desk, Holmes rubbed the large bulge tenting
down his pant-leg, imagining how good it would feel to slowly slide his
manhood up the married man's backside.
	He got up from his seat, ordering Jerome to keep his eyes facing
forward. Slowly he rounded his desk, amazed that a man's ass could look so
feminine. Standing behind it, he reached out and touched it, caressing the
soft smooth skin which jiggled upon contact. Pulling the cheeks apart, he
admired the deep (nearly hairless) crevice while eye-balling the tender
hole hiding between. `It certainly looked delicious' he thought to himself,
unzipping his pants to free his fat erection.

	Jerome did as the Preacher said and kept his eyes forward, his ass
hiked high in the air as he waited with anticipation. He felt oil being
dripped down onto his ass, then felt the pastor's huge hands massaging the
slick liquid into his skin and ass crack. Slick fingers found his asshole,
pushing into the experienced ring. Jerome felt 3 fingers before he felt the
pastor pull out and press his super wide dick up between the cheeks. The
double sized head pushed into his ass, wedging open his anus as it began to
force through his rectum.
	Jerome squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his asshole being
stretched wide, his tender rectum filled with the double sized stuffed
dick.

"aaarrrrrhhhhhh...!!" he groaned as the dick forced through his anal
ring. Reverend Holmes' dick may not have been as long as Kane's or Pooh's
(chap-6), but it was definitely the fattest dick the married man had ever
had inside him.

"shhhh...!" shushed the married reverend, pressing his hairy pelvis into
Jerome's plush backside. "I'm not trying to have everyone out there hear
us...!"

"I'm sorry...!" groaned Jerome, biting his lower lip to bared the
pain. "It's just so..., THICK!"

"Yeah..., I know..." prided the reverend.
	Once settled in, reverend Holmes ground his groin into Jerome's
ass, allowing the anal muscles a chance to relax and stretch around his
embedded monster. Jerome's ass cheeks shook and quaked from the abnormal
penetration, slowly adjusting to the width widening the expanding
passage. Holmes watched as the jiggly cheeks shook before him, dancing on
his dick. Just watching the sweet looking cheeks dance with excitement made
him WANT to fuck. Unable to hold back any longer, he started thrusting,
pulling and pushing his fat dick in and out of the succulently sucking
hole.
	Jerome fought not to groan too loudly as his asshole was fucked by
the widest dick he ever encountered. He could feel his innards being
pulling out with every withdrawal, his clinging rectum hugging to the
sliding shaft as it turned inside out to accommodate.

	Reverend Holmes was in heaven as he fucked the grand ass before
him. Looking down, he loved the way his thick dick looked sliding out of
the hole. Indeed he could clearly see brother Jerome's inner anal lips
being pulled outward along with his withdrawing dick. The hole would
blossom crimson red as fleshy interior turned outward, dragged from its
normal setting inside before slipping back down his shaft. Then just before
the good reverend's dick would pop out, he'd change course and drive his
hips forward again, reburying his rod in Jerome's aching depths for another
gut wrenching plunge.
	Repeating the act a few hundred times, Reverend Holmes affectively
fucked Jerome a new asshole, stretching the sore anal ring until eventually
it began to loosen and hug his shaft gentler. Once the ring relaxed, he was
able to fuck it deeper, plowing his way through the church member's
backside as if it were made especially for this task.

	For the first 30 minutes Jerome crouched in excruciating pain,
feeling the tremendous force of a tree stomp moving in and out of his
ass. But as his asshole began to relax and (amazingly) lubricate itself, he
noticed that the dick began moving easier, sliding smoother through his
body as if the shaft had somehow shrank.
	Holmes noticed the difference as well, as his hips began to slap
into Jerome's upturned cheeks quicker.

"Oh god..." he gasped as he began fucking Jerome's harder. "...this ass is
wonderful! It's self lubricating..., just like a woman's vagina!"
	Jerome wasn't sure he liked that analogy, but he couldn't deny the
fact that his asshole was becoming wetter. He could literally hear the wet
sloppy noises emitting from inside his body as the dick plunged in and out
of his depths with every thrust.
	Reverend Holmes held Jerome's tan cheek wide apart, watching his
slick shaft slide through the gaping hole as he plunged back and
forth. Losing control of his stroke, he began pounding into the plump ass,
driving his slick rod even deeper. Jerome held onto the back of the chair
for support, his knees pressed together his he arched his back to raise his
buttock. Holmes slammed his pelvis home again and again, his hairy ball sac
slapping into Jerome's, Jerome could sense the reverend getting close as he
began to fuck with wild abandon. The reverend tossed back his head as he
tilted his eyes towards the heaven. Joyous birds began to sing as Reverend
Holmes slammed his hips in one last time, then felt his dick burst a spool
of white hot cum directly into brother Jerome's sweet accepting hole.

"Oh jesus...! Praised Be! Oh sweet lord I'm coming...! I'm coming...! Oh
DAMN I'm coming...!!"

	Jerome felt the final thrust as Reverend Holmes's dick plunged into
his juicy rectum, then started hosing it with thick rich jets of creamy
sperm. The heavy dosage filled his colon to capacity as the cum gushed from
the reverend's widened piss slit with cannon like force. He ground his
pelvis into the married man's ass, making sure he received every ounce of
his rich offering.
	Jerome panted like a baby as the cum poured into him. Pressing his
ass back, he accepted all the Preacher had to give, his gracious ass
swallowing every last drop administered. Then (and only then) did Reverend
Holmes pull himself from the hole, his heavy dick falling limply over his
depleted balls.

"Well brother Jerome..., how do you feel now...?" he asked, wiping his wet
dick off with a handkerchief.
	Jerome slowly (carefully) climbed out of the chair, turning around
and pulling his pants and underwear up over his ravished ass...

"Sore..." he admitted honestly, "...but otherwise good...!"

"And..." continued the reverend, tucking his meat back in his trousers as
he zipped up the merchandise. "...did you enjoy it as much as you do with
your drug dealer friends...?"
	Jerome thought about it for all of 2 seconds, then grinned...

"More..." he admitted sheepishly, as the two men planned the next
appointment...

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Eugene Marvin (aka)
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