Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 21:51:32 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: roswell heights-31

[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-31
Manic Morning


Pt-1

ROSWELL HEIGHTS
B-Building...


	20 year old MarliQ Johnson was a heavy sleeper. He slept through
fire alarms, alarm clocks, gunfire, his brother's fighting, and even his
mother pounding on his door to get his lazy behind up to make some money
(she knew her son was a drug dealer). MarliQ had always prided himself on
being able to sleep through anything, but that was going to change when the
morning after he allowed his street friends (Tyrone Rollins & Jahleem Reid)
to butt fuck him in his bedroom, he awoke to find himself tied facedown to
his own bed. "What the fuck...!??" he shouted as he tried to move only to
discover his wrists and ankles were tied to the legs of his bed with his
mother's nylons. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his two younger brothers
(13 year old Ronnie and 15 year old Amir) laughing at him.


"You lil fuckers..." he snapped, struggling to get loose. "...I'm gonna
fuckin' KILL you lil punks when I get loose...!" he promised, pulling at
the stockings.


"Who said you gonna get loose...?" laughed Amir, sinisterly.


"MOM!!" screamed MarliQ, calling for help after realizing brute strength
wasn't going to work. "MOM...!!" he repeated louder, pulling at the tightly
tied panty bounds.
	13 year old Ronnie grabbed an old dirty tube sock off the floor,
then stuffed it in MarliQ's screaming mouth before tying another sock
around the back of his head to keep the homemade gag in place and keep
MarliQ from waking their drunken mother.


"She ain't gonna hear you..." said Ronnie, putting a knot in the
sock. "...she came in drunk after the bars closed last night..., she'll
sleep til noon!"


"MMUUHHFFF...!!" struggled MarliQ, getting angrier as the funk of his own
dirty sweat socks attacked his throat. He and his brothers never got along
(the age difference and MarliQ's time in the streets always seemed to keep
them distant), with MarliQ constantly chasing them out of his room and away
from his personal things. But this was the first time they ever attacked
him unprovoked, having always been afraid of the bigger, older brother.


"We HEARD you and your buddies in here yesterday...!" informed Amir,
pulling the covers off MarliQ to reveal his big thick naked body. MarliQ
froze as the realization that his younger brothers might have heard him
getting fucked. Why did he let Jah and Ty do that with his brothers sitting
right there in the next room? "Since when did you become a bitch like
that...?" asked Amir, having always seen his brother bringing girls in and
out of the apartment (chap-24, pt-4). "We could hear you in here screaming
like a lil' girl while they were fucking you...! I don't know HOW you could
hold your head up on the street again...! It sickens me to know my big
strong brother ain't nothing but a big sissy with his ass in the air!"
	MarliQ struggled again, inspired by a rush of angry adrenaline
coursing through his veins as he pulled at the binds which were now
starting to cut into his wrists. He wanted to explain to his brothers that
it wasn't what they thought, that he wasn't a fag, that he had been force
fed FUC and temporarily lost control of his body. But the boys couldn't
hear him behind the grunts of the gag, and they probably wouldn't have
listened anyway...


	Amir (the middle brother) walked up beside MarliQ, and slapped his
fat ass, hard. MarliQ groaned behind the dirty gag, as he looked up at his
little brother with fire in his eyes. Amir ignored MarliQ's intimidating
glares as he slapped his ass again, harder. MarliQ felt the sting in the
same cheek, and groaned in pain as he tried to wiggle away. "That's for all
those times you bullied me and Ronnie because yur older...!" announced
Amir, hitting MarliQ again. MarliQ's hairy cheeks jiggled and shook from
impact, prompting Amir to hit them again and again. His big brother had a
big ass, and Amir enjoyed slapping it, watching it move as the lite brown
cheeks started to redden...
	On the street MarliQ thought he was made of steel, having used his
size (6', 220 lbs) to intimidate lesser, weaker men. As a drug dealer he
had to often put fear in his client's hearts so they wouldn't try to
swindle, cheat, or rob him. There had been a few times when he had to flex
his muscles and give a guy a beat down (though that was often in the
company of his friends Jah & Ty). Now MarliQ found himself at his little
brothers mercies, trying not to cry in front of them as Amir put a hurting
on his buttock with a thorough beating.
	It'd been many years since MarliQ got his ass whipped by anyone of
authority, so having his little snot-nosed brother do it was truly humbling
in itself.


	After the beating (of about 40 whacks), Amir began caressing his
older brother's stinging cheeks, rubbing, squeezing, and molesting the fat
hairy ass before slipping his middle finger curiously down the large
crack. MarliQ jumped when he felt his brother's fingers invading his
personal space. Tying him up and beating his ass was one thing, but probing
his newly fucked asshole was something MarliQ was NOT ready to share with
his siblings.
	MarliQ clenched his ass cheeks together, trying to limit his
brother's access to his hole. Amir (seeing the defiance) slapped MarliQ's
harder than any of the other (more playful) slaps, establishing authority
over his prisoner. MarliQ continued to clench through several more blows
before his tender cheeks couldn't take any more punishment. Finally he
loosened his hairy melons, allowing Amir to venture forth as the 15 year
old quickly inserted his finger(s).


"Damn..., he's still WET inside...!" amazed Amir, surprised that his
brother's asshole was warm and liquidly inside. "FEEL it!" he encouraged
his little brother. Ronnie (who had been good cop to Amir's bad cop) leaned
over and roughly shoved his finger up MarliQ's ass while Amir's finger(s)
were still up there. MarliQ felt his violated asshole stretching around the
fingers as some of Jahleem & Tyrone's combined cum started to leak from his
hole.
	Amir lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed. "It's CUM!" he
announced, recognizing the unmistakable scent from his own personally made
batches. "He's got CUM in his ass!"


"From WHO...?" asked Ronnie, smelling the scent as well.


"WHO you think...?" asked Amir. "Tyrone and Jahleem! They fucked him
yesterday and Leek let them cum INSIDE him like a bitch!"


"DAYUM..." responded Ronnie, shoving his fingers back up his brother's
slicken ass, liking the feel of the anal ring wrapped around his digits.
	Amir placed his cum scented fingers under MarliQ's nose...


"Remember THIS...?" he asked, making him breathe in the smell from his own
insides. "We heard you in here getting your guts tore out...! Did you like
it when your buddy's fucked you in the butt...? Did it make you feel like a
big GIRL...?? Do you want it again...???" asked Amir.
	MarliQ squirmed against the bounds (and his brother's probing
fingers) as the aroma of sex filled his nostrils like an aphrodisiac,
making his dick hardened beneath him as he rubbed himself against the
mattress.
	Amir started to remove his pants...


"What're you doing...?" asked Ronnie, as Amir stripped naked from the waist
down, revealing his 7.5" hardon.


"Gettin some ass...!" announced Amir, climbing on top of MarliQ. MarliQ
looked back over his shoulder at his little brother's dick, surprised at
how big and hard it looked. He suddenly found himself wondering what it
might feel like inside him?
	What the hell was happening to him...?
	Amir maneuvered himself between MarliQ's legs, then aimed his
hardon down between his hairy cheeks. Although the anus was wet with left
over semen, Amir's dick was dry, making the initial entry a rough one as
Amir shoved and shoved until his dry dick started to bore its way through
his older brother's gripping anal ring.
	MarliQ groaned through the mouth gag as his little brother shoved
his dick in him, he could feel the steely hard penis breaking through his
fighting sphincter muscles to bury itself inside him. He could feel Amir
settle in on top of him, hearing his satisfying moans of approval as his
dick sank into his big brother's hot ass.
	Amir settled in for a few moments (enjoying the hot wet suction of
his brother's gripping hole) before starting to fuck. With very little
sexual experience at 15, Amir started pounding his brother's ass from the
first stroke, unfamiliar with the art or concept of pacing himself and
building momentum. MarliQ's asshole tightened under the attack, trying to
squeeze Amir out. However this prompted the boy to fuck even harder,
determined to finish what he started as he slammed his pelvic bone into
MarliQ's fat hairy ass.


	13 year old Ronald Johnson watched his two brothers fuck, and
couldn't believe his eyes. Amir was like a fucking machine as he hammered
away on top of their bigger brother, while MarliQ merely groaned and
grunted under the assault, his back beginning to arch as he rose his ass
for harder fucking.
	Ronnie's dick (which had been soft the whole time) started to
harden when he realized MarliQ was theirs for the taking. He couldn't hear
what his older brother was saying through the gag as he muttered incoherent
groans, but he didn't seem to be fighting as much as he rose his buttock to
his younger brother's plunging dick.
	Amir (lost in his own world) fucked fast and furious as his entire
conscious was focused solely on the pleasures happening to his dick. He
could barely contain his emotions as he plunged (headfirst) through his
older brother's bowels, battering his clinching rectum with a series of
quick strokes and jabs. He too could hear MarliQ muttering between grunts,
assuming he was threatening their lives once he was free. However when
Ronnie curiously removed the sock gag from MarliQ's mouth, they heard
firsthand the words coming from his lips...


"Fuck me! AWWW yeah...! Shit! Fuck my ass! AARRHH...shit yeah! Damn! Fuck
me Mir..., gimme that dick lil' bro!"
	Spurred on my big brother's sudden gayness, Amir felt his orgasm
hit (like an unexpected car crash) as the cum started spitting from his
pulsating dick faster than his mind could compute. One second he wanted to
fuck his brother a new pussy, the next second it was over, as he lay
against MarliQ's back panting and gasping for air...
	MarliQ didn't even know Amir had cum. He was still encouraging him
to fuck him when Amir suddenly pulled out, leaving his ass empty. "What's
wrong...?" asked MarliQ, looking backm perturbed.


"I nutted!" said Amir, somewhat pissed at himself for coming so soon.


"You can't fuck again...?" asked MarliQ, wanting more dick. "Yur only
15..., you should be bustin' 3 or 4 nuttz a session...!"


"Don't worry..." assured Amir, making room for Ronnie. "...I'm gonna get
back up in there before we let you loose...!"
	Satisfied with his little brother's promise, MarliQ rested his chin
on his pillow and waited for 13 year old Ronnie to start. Ronnie stripped
off all of his clothes, then climbed up onto the bed behind MarliQ and
fitted his hardon between the wet ass cheeks and slid home. MarliQ wasn't
expecting too much from Ronnie, as he was young and still
developing. However Ronnie surprised him by shoving what already equaled an
8" dick up his ass.


"SHIT...!" responded MarliQ, surprised when the dick suddenly plunged into
his rectum without fanfare or fineness.
	Like Amir, Ronnie had even less experience with sex, having only
mastered the art of masturbation a couple of years ago. He moved his hips,
imitating Amir as he fucked. He found his dick felt better when it slid
back and forth through his brother's chokehold anal ring, so he fucked even
faster to double his pleasure. Poor MarliQ grunted through clenched teeth
under his brothers' assaults. On one hand while he liked the idea of
probably being his brothers' first real piece of ass, he also realized that
the dynamics of his positions as head of household (through rite of age and
first born) was likely going to change. He had a sinking suspicion that
Amir and Ronnie would be running things now, treating HIM like the bitch as
they barge into his room and demanded ass. Strangely enough the idea of
being house bitch to his two horny big dick brothers made MarliQ suddenly
orgasm as sperm throbbed from his aroused dick which was smashed between
him and the mattress...
	Ronnie was unaware that MarliQ had just cum while he fucked
him. All the 13 year old was aware of was his own impending orgasm as his
dick felt extremely wonderful sliding in and out of his older brother's
shithole. He humped and fucked the big ass before him, unsure exactly what
he was doing. Then somewhere in mid-hump he simply laid down across
MarliQ's broad back (being perfectly still) and whimpered. It soon became
apparent to everyone that Ronnie was coming as his big dick swelled, then
started blowing thick heavy gushes of adolescent cum into his brother's
sperm flooded ass.


"Hurry up..." rushed Amir, already ready for round two. "...I want some
more before school...!"
	Ronnie gathered his energy, then withdrew his still hard wet dick
from his brother's hole, and made room for Amir. Amir quickly got back into
position and rammed himself home, all the access sperm in his brother's ass
(from 4 different dicks) acting as lubricant...
	The second fuck by Amir was a sloppy one as MarliQ had a hard time
keeping all that spent cum inside him. Amir hammered his leaking hole with
nonstop thrusts, trying to beat the clock. After only 5 minutes of
uninterrupted anal bashing with his dick, did Amir cum again, shooting a
huge second load into his big brother's sloppy man-cunt.
	Totally spent, he rolled off for the last time, then debated about
releasing MarliQ...


"We HAVE to untie him..." reasoned Ronnie, fully dressed. "...if mom wakes
up and find him like this she'll know what we did to him...!"


"But I might want some more ass when I get home...!" argued Amir, wanting
his brother's ass right where it was.


"You don't have to tie me up to get some ass..." explained MarliQ,
listening to the debate. "...I'll let you fuck me whenever you want...!"


"WHENEVER I want...?" repeated Amir, skeptically.


"Yeah..." promised MarliQ, having to pee.


"Wait a minute..." said Amir, disappearing from the room for a second
before returning with a cell phone. He tapped at the controls until he
found the desired feature, then began videotaping MarliQ's bare ass.


"What the fuck'r you doin...??" asked MarliQ, hiding his face from the
camera.


"Insurance..." answered Amir. "...if you go back on your word and deny me
or Ronnie ANY ass when we ask for it..., this clip's going up on You Tube
for everybody to see!"


"Alright, alright...!" agreed MarliQ, having had every intention of letting
his brothers fuck him anyway.


"Pull his cheeks apart!" ordered Amir, zooming in on MarliQ's battered but
still tight asshole.
	Ronnie reached in and roughly pulled his brother's hairy cheeks
apart, exposing the well fucked hole and oozing ball cream dripping from
the soft folds...


"That's hot!" said Amir. "Smile for the camera, bro!" he yelled, rushing
around to catch MarliQ's unsuspecting face. Only after securing the video
did Amir and Ronnie untie MarliQ, insuring that he didn't go back on his
word or try to retaliate.
	The two brothers left for school with empty balls, rushing to catch
their bus as MarliQ staggered into the bathroom to pee. While the piss
flowed into the toilet bowl, MarliQ couldn't help reaching behind himself
to feel his well fucked asshole, easily slipping a finger easily inside the
worn hole while wondering if Jahleem was up yet...?


Pt-2


A-Building...

	50 year old reverend Malcolm H. Holmes sat inside his large SUV
with the engine running, warming his hands on the dashboard while watching
40 year old Jerome Taylor and his two kids (Junior and Rose) and their
friend (Todd) walk out to Jerome's family car. Holmes waited as Jerome and
the kids piled into his Vintage Station Wagon, then pulled off heading to
school. He waited until the car was completely out of sight before exiting
his vehicle, and making his way into A-Building where Jerome and his family
lived.
	Pressing the elevator button, he waited (impatiently) for the slow
elevator to arrive. Not wanting to be seen, he quickly ducked on and pushed
the desired location, having previously set up a little rendezvous with
someone in the building...


	While 39 year old Roseland Taylor was washing dishes in her
family's 6th floor apartment, 34 year old Winston Sinclair (Kane) was lying
back naked on his 10th floor living room sofa, sorting untainted cocaine
while one of his minion knelt between his legs, bobbing his head on his
dick. 18 year old twins (Kevon and Masson Scott) were Kane's overnight
guests, with Kevon still lying sleep in Kane's bed, Masson knelt over
Kane's groin, slobbering his hungry mouth up and down Kane's 9.5" solid
black dick.
	Kane breathed in the pure white power, feeling the sensation
burning through his sinuses as it rushed to his head and into his blood
stream. Leaning back against the throw pillows, he lazily watched Masson
swallow his dick, twisting his head to and fro to fit the thick hard shaft
down into his throat.


"Yeah..., eat that dick, bitch...!" he encouraged, grabbing the back of
Masson's head as he spread his muscled legs and forced the boy's head
further down into his lap. Masson's throat expanded to accommodate the
thick shaft as it slipped through his throat, causing his lips to inch
closer to the hairy base. Kane relaxed his hand as he allowed Masson to
come up for breath. Masson quickly gulped down some much needed air before
feeling Kane force him back down again. Kane forced Masson's head all the
way down into his lap, making the teenager swallow his entire dick to the
root. Masson's eyes bugged slightly as the dick moved further down his
throat, the head lodged well in his chest, blocking all breathing
passages. Kane groaned as he thrust upward, churning his meaty rod balls
deep as he forced the young man to submit. Masson held his throat down
about the shaft for what seemed like an eternity. Feeling light headed from
a lack of oxygen, he knew better than to pull back before Kane was
ready. His throat seized several time, causing him to gag as his body
violently jolted and lurched. Kane held him steady, loving the way his
throat muscles flexed around his shaft. Only after Masson started to lose
consciousness did the older man relax his hold, allowing Masson the
opportunity to lift his head and breathe in through his flaring
nostrils. Turned on by the misuse and abuse of his throat, Masson rapidly
bobbed his head, continuing to labor for his boss's nutt as he plunged his
throat down about the hard shaft repeatedly, milking it in the tight
confides of his hungry esophagus.
	With his free hand Kane reached down and massaged Masson's round
ass. Having fucked both brothers the night before, he was easily able to
slip his middle finger into Masson's anus, feeling the left over semen
inside coating his finger(s). Masson knew what the exploration meant, and
hoped Kane would have him doubled over in missionary position soon.


	Reverend Holmes got off the elevator on the 10th floor, and quietly
walked down the hall (reading the numbers on the front doors) until he came
to the correct apartment. Taking a deep breath, he could feel his heart
beating a thousand beats a minute in his heavy chest. Holding his briefcase
tightly, he knocked upon the wooden door. "Come in!" yelled the occupant,
as Holmes cautiously twisted the doorknob and walked in...


"geez Louise..." he said in surprise, catching a naked Kane lying back on
his living room sofa, his dark chocolate muscular legs spread wide as
another man's head bobbed between his thighs.
	A flustered Holmes wrestled with the decision to apologize for
walking into the wrong apartment and back out as quickly as he came...


"Wussup...?" asked Kane, wondering who the big man in the black suit was?


"uh..., I could come back some other time..." suggested the holy man,
feeling like an intruder.


"What for...?" asked Kane, "I'll probably still be fuckin' lata...!" he
added, nonchalantly.


"oh...I see..." said the reverend. "I'm sorry..., but I was sent here by a
man named Brian Dunn..., I'm reverend Malcolm Holmes..., I'm looking for a
man named KANE!"


"Ooooohhh..." said Kane, perking up. "...Dunn told me bout you...! Yur the
guy I'm supposed to be backin' inna next mayoral election...!"


"Yes..." said Holmes, still standing (still stunned) in the foyer,
wondering if this was a big mistake?


"Well..., c'mon in..." invited Kane, waving the older man inside. "...have
a seat..., get a drink..., help yourself to whatever you see lyin' out onna
table..., as you can see, we're havin a party!"


"A party...?" asked reverend Holmes, quietly making his way into the
apartment as he took a gander at the array of paraphernalia scattered
across the glass top table like an assortment of candies. "What are we
celebrating...?"


"My move into politics!" laughed Kane, "Ain't everyday a known drug dealer
strike a deal with a politician!"


"I'm sure it happens more often than you think...!" said Holmes under his
breath. "But you KNOW my campaign against drugs in the community..." added
the reverend making a stand, turning down Kane's offer to the use of drugs.


"I also know you preach abstinence and stand against homosexuality..., but
judging from the bulge in your pants I'd bet yur heavily into both!"
ventured Kane wisely, nodding towards the pastor's crotch.
	Reverend Holmes adjusted himself, trying to conceal his noticeable
erection as he quickly took a seat in an empty chair near the sofa
(providing him with a grand view of the wayward teenager currently sucking
Kane's erection). "Don't worry reverend..., yur secret's safe with me!"


"I appreciate that mr, uh..., Kane..." said Holmes, awkwardly. "...in this
business discretion is key! If voters knew I even stepped FOOT in the same
building as a well known drug dealer like yourself..., I could kiss the
election goodbye!"


"No worries there, pastor..." assured Kane, as Masson continued to bob his
head. "...one hand washes the other in situations like these...! Dunn's
assured me that once you take office I won't have to worry about you and
yur church members stalkin and protestin me in the streets anymore..., that
I'll have a complete section of the city to myself, --police free!"


"Well that depends..." said the reverend, beginning to feel more relaxed
now that the two men were on the same page. "...I can count on you to help
fund my campaign...?" he asked, hoping he had a backer.


"On ONE condition..." assured Kane, throwing a wrench in the reverend's
plans.


"What's that...?" asked the pastor, curiously.


"If I'm gonna back you..., I have to be SURE my interests'r gonna be
vested..." said Kane.


"Of course...!" agreed Holmes.


"...and I can't go forward, until I'm absolutely SURE we're in the same
boat...!"


"Meaning...?" asked Holmes, confused.


"I NEVER work with anybody unless they do two things with me..." informed
Kane. "...as a show of good faith..., --I learnt that from Tempest...!"
confessed the drug dealer. "First you HAVE to partake in some of my
favorite past times..." smiled Kane, referring to the display of drugs on
the table. "...then we HAVE to share some ass...!"
	Holmes shifted uncomfortably...


"I've told you my stand on drugs..." informed the holy man. "...as a
practitioner of god..., I can NOT participate in the taking of
narcotics...! If members of my congregation finds out I've exposed myself
to drugs..., they may very well turn against me in an election...! It would
be over before it's even started!"
	A serious look came over the drug dealer's face...


"Then we have a problem..." he said with a suspicious tone. "...cause I
don't do business of ANY kind with people who don't DO my drugs...! I'm not
tryin'a turn you into a druggie..., but I gotta be sure you ain't just
blowin' smoke up my ass and settin me up for a big fall either! I've been
to jail before..., I ain't tryin'a go back no time soon!"


"You think I'm setting you up...?" asked reverend Holmes.


"It crossed my mind...!" admitted Kane, openly.
	Reverend Holmes thought...


"Exactly WHAT do these drugs do...?" he inquired, looking at the array of
pills, powder, and liquid available.
	Kane reached out and picked up a liquid bottle...


"This one's called FUC..." he informed, tossing the small vale into the
reverend's hands. "...that small amount right here has the power to turn
ANYbody into a raging nymphomaniac inna matter of minutes...!"


"REALLY...??" beamed the reverend, astonished. "I can't partake in the
consumption of any drugs, due to any testing I may have to undergo before
the campaign..., but what if I used this drug to reassure you in ANOTHER
way...?"


"How...?" asked Kane, curiously.


"What if I used it to offer a sacrifice...?" asked the holy man. "...one of
the biggest thorns in your side...!"
	A wicked grin slowly crept across Kane's face at the thought of
enacting revenge on one of his rival/opponents.


"Who...?" he asked, curious as to WHOM the reverend had in mind.


"I have just the perfect candidate..." he said, believing it would please
Kane and get his rocks off in the process.


"If it's who I think it is..., I've thought about usin' it on `em
myself...!" admitted the drug dealer, feeling his dick strain at the very
idea. "THAT would definitely make things right between us if you did
that...! But first..." he added, catching the reverend's attention as he
roughly shoved Masson's head all the way down on his dick and held him
there. At first reverend Holmes thought Kane was being cruel, trying to
purposely choke the boy on his hardon. But he quickly realized that the
drug dealer was coming when he began groaning, thrusting his hips up into
the slack boy's face being forced down into his lap. Holmes could see
Kane's hairy balls contracting as they pumped forth fresh seed up through
his pulsating shaft. He could hear the gurgled gulps coming from the dick
sucker's throat as he greedily gobbled down the dealer's cum, receiving the
hot load into his gracious belly.
	Kane mashed Masson's face down in his groin for several minutes,
emptying his balls in the helpless boy's throat. Holmes wondered if the boy
needed to breathe at all? He watched aroused as Kane slowly lifted the
hungry lad's face from his spit dripping dick, the hard shaft still pulsing
softly from the remnants of its orgasm. "Suck the reverend next!" he
ordered, sending the boy on a mission. Reverend Holmes didn't have to be
told twice, his fat 8" dick was out of his black trousers before the
teenager could resumed kneeling. He grabbed the back of the boy's closely
shaved head, then roughly shoved him down on his dick face first. Masson
quickly felt the fat dick lodge in his throat, quite thicker than Kane's.


"ah yessss..." moaned Holmes, feeling the hot warmth of the boy's recently
cummed throat wrapped around his erection. 18 year old Masson Scott did
whatever he was told, and obediently sucked the pastor's fat pud as he sat
in Kane's chair. Reverend Holmes didn't have to hold the boy's head, but he
definitely enjoyed moving it back and forth, fucking the young throat
before him as he planted his dick deep with each stroke.
	Kane watched as Holmes got his jollies off on the 18 year
old. Satisfied (at least temporarily) that the reverend was no undercover
mole for police, he reached down and stroked himself into another erection,
watching Masson's backdoor leaking ball juice left inside from the night
before...


"He's good at backdoor deliveries too...!" informed the dealer, eager to
see the reverend fuck.


"You don't say...!" said Holmes, believing he'd gone to heaven.
	Torn with withdrawing from the boy's heavenly throat, reverend
Holmes face fucked the kid for several more minutes before pulling out,
loving the way the velvety throat felt to his raging erection as he plunged
and probed the kneeling boy's depths from the inside. Masson was just
beginning to become accustomed to the reverend's girth when he suddenly
felt the older man yank him away from his dick...


"Stand up!" ordered the pastor, maneuvering Masson onto his back in the
chair. Kane watched with amusement as reverend Holmes removed some of his
restrictive clothing, then lifted the boy's legs into the air to expose his
ass. Seeing the well used hole come into view, Holmes immediately aimed his
dick up against the glossy entrance, then shoved in.


"UHHH...!!" grunted Masson as the big dick penetrated him first stroke,
then immediately began its descent into his murky innards.
	Kane had the perfect view as he watched reverend Holmes' fat dick
wedge through Masson's ass, then plunge in straight to his balls. The boy
squirmed uncomfortably for a few moments as Holmes ground his dick home,
grinding his meaty pelvis into the boy's hot ass. Masson moaned and groaned
in obvious discomfort, his anal muscles milking and contracting around the
deeply embedded shaft as it tried (in vain) to repel the intruder. Masson
looked up into the face of the man looking back down at him, then realized
it was his mother's pastor.


"Yeah..., what a HOT ass..." moaned reverend Holmes, thrusting his hips as
he began to fuck back and forth. Masson felt the fat dick moving in and out
of him, stretching his anus even wider as it forced it to accommodate.
	Eventually the awful stretching started to feel good as Masson
closed his eyes and forgot all about the man being his mother's pastor. He
relaxed as his asshole adjusted to the girth, clinging snugly to the shaft
as it moved rapidly over the milking prostate. Holmes loved how the tight
hole hugged him, sucking him in deep as he thrust forth to bury his ramrod
over and over. Nothing got the pastor's juices flowing like nailing some
sweet ass, or breaking in some unsuspecting altar boy. Pressing Masson's
legs down against his lean torso, Holmes started slamming the bulk of his
body into the younger man, driving his dick well into his convulsing rectum
as Masson took the brunt of the punishment. Kane watched the reverend's
wide ass hump back and forth as he fucked, following Masson as he sank
further down into the cushions. Soon all Kane could see was Masson's parted
ass cheeks and reverend Holmes' meaty shaft fucking in and out, his heavy
balls slapping into Masson's exposed cheeks with every inward plunge. For
nearly 15 minutes the two men fucked, with Kane almost losing complete
visual of Masson as he sank from sight beneath the heavyset man on
top. Suddenly he saw the reverend's head snap back as he yell out loud,
signifying an immense orgasm as he thrust all the way up inside Masson and
held ground.


"AWWWW YEAH..., I'M ABOUT TO...AAAAARRRRHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!" screamed the
reverend as the cum suddenly exploded from his dick, busting through his
thick pulsating shaft in heavy (almost painful) gushes. Masson felt the
deluge of semen filling his hole as the big dick pulsed and throbbed wildly
inside him, filling his deep hole full of ball sludge. He groaned aloud as
the reverend ground his dick in deep, planting his seed in his gut as it
poured out in heavy succession.  "Damn..." said the holy man as he finally
pulled free, leaving Masson sunken in the seat (stuck), his legs still
trapped in midair in missionary position as his cummy hole pulsed with
aching delight. Kane watched as the reverend (weak in the knees) stumbled
backwards towards the couch, his thick dick still drooling a string of
semen which slowly dripped to the floor before reverend Holmes collapsed
ass first onto the sofa. "...give me a moment..." added the holy man,
catching his breath. "...a fuck like that needs to be savored!"


"AMEN!" laughed Kane in agreement.


Pt-3


	39 year old Roseland Margaret Taylor was just finishing up in the
kitchen when she got an unusually early morning knock at the door. Drying
her dish panned hands on a towel, she cautiously walked over towards the
front door, peaking out of the peephole...


"Who is it...?" she asked, curiously.


"Sister Roseland...?" called the reverend's distinctive voice. "It's me...,
reverend Holmes...!" he said in a friendly tone...



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