Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 00:08:41 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: roswell heights-32 [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.] _______________________________________________________________________ ROSWELL HEIGHTS-32 The Family That Plays... Pt-1 ROSWELL HEIGHTS 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... "Reverend Holmes...??" questioned Roseland, touching the rollers in her wrapped hair. `What could he possibly be here for this early in the morning...?' she wondered as she tightened the knot on her bathrobe. "uh..., sure..." she added, unlocking the door. "...come in...!" "Thank you, sister Taylor..." smiled the good reverend ear to ear. "...I know it's awfully early, but I was in the neighborhood and I could help wondering if you and brother Jerome had any luck finding your daughter Rose...?" "Rose...?" questioned Roseland, slightly confused. "Yes..., you called the church the other night, asking if your daughter had been there helping collect for the holiday food drive...!" "OH yes..." recalled Roseland, embarrassed. "...she was over a girlfriend's house, helping her tutor!" informed the misses (believing the lie her daughter told her). "I'm sorry to have gotten you all upset...!" "It's okay, sister Roseland..." laughed Holmes, sounding relieved. "...we're just glad the child is alright..., you know MANY of the young girls disappear and are never heard from again nowadays...!" "Oh I know..." said Roseland, grimly. "...it's a shame how some of these mothers have no idea what they're daughters are up to...!" "Yes it is..." agreed Holmes. "So...everything is alright...?" asked the reverend. "Yes..., everything is fine!" said Roseland, cheerfully. "You just missed Rose..., Jerome took the children to school before going into work...!" `Work...?' thought reverend Holmes. "uh..., so Jerome is still doing good..., working at the...uh..." "King Of Prussia Mall..., yes!" smiled Roseland, still unaware that Jerome was fired (chap-24, pt-3). "ah, good..." said the reverend, realizing Jerome wouldn't be home for awhile. "...uh, um..., would you mind terribly in joining me for a cup of hot tea or coffee...?" he asked politely. "I mean, IF you have time...? It's kind of NIPPY out there this morning...!" he added, invoking Roseland's sympathy. "Oh..." said the church lady, noticing the reverend's slight shiver. "...not at all! Do come into the kitchen..., I have some coffee already on the stove...!" she offered, showing him inside. Reverend Holmes ventured forth into the Taylor's tiny kitchen, then sat down at the first seat available while Roseland grabbed two coffee cups from the drain. Holmes took the opportunity to watch Roseland's ass through her long wool housecoat, having always admired her shapely figure. She turned around all too quickly, nearly catching the reverend's wandering eye as she placed their cups upon the table. "Oh uh, sister..." called Holmes, "...you wouldn't happen to have any crackers or cookies to go with this coffee, now would you...?" asked the reverend. "Oh..., I just might...!" said Roseland, turning towards the cabinets as she reached high onto the top shelf. While her back was turned, reverend Holmes reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vale of liquid FUC, then dumped the contents into Roseland's coffee. The liquid formed on top, then slowly evaporated into the dark density of Folgers Blend. "Here you go..." she said, returning with some Lorna Dones Shortbread Cookies. "Excellent...!" smiled Holmes, dunking his cookie as he watched Roseland sip her cup... Pt-2 Not far away (a few blocks in fact), 46 year old Julio Espsedo came down into Latrina Nelson's kitchen in nothing but his pajama bottoms. 17 year old Kaleb Nelson (Latrina's son) was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of Fruit Loops when Julio walked in. "Good morning...!" said the older man, going straight to the coffee maker. Kaleb ignored him as he silently stared at Julio's toned torso. He could easily see the imprint of his soft dick through his pajama bottoms, knowing the dick was off limits. "You know..., it's customary to say `hello' when someone says good morning to you...!" informed Julio, jokingly. Kaleb continued to eat his Fruit Loops in silence. "Okay..., BE that way then..." said Julio, pouring himself a cup of black coffee. "...it changes nothing...! Your mother and I are a couple now..., and until SHE tells me to go..., I'm going to be a regular factor around here, and she to MY place...!" Kaleb continued to say nothing as he slowly ate his cereal. "Why are you trying to be a hardass...?" asked Julio, leaning back against the counter. "Your mom and I are happy...! Can't you be happy for anyone other than yourself...?" "What are you two in here talking about...?" asked Latrina, walking in in her bathrobe. "uh..., nothing..." said Julio, as Latrina walked up and took his coffee and began drinking out of the same cup. Kaleb had had enough... "I want to move in with my dad...!" he said, shocking his mother. Pt-3 King Of Prussia Jerome wandered about the area malls (where he used to work). He walked about with his hands in his pockets, window shopping and passing time to avoid having to tell his wife he had been fired. It was a wonder Roseland hadn't figured it out sooner. However payday was upon him, and Jerome knew he would have to explain WHY he didn't have a paycheck this month. He thought about going to his pastor for help, but knew all he would end up doing was getting bent over the reverend's office sofa and butt fucked again. Besides, after getting caught by reverend Holmes' secretary, Jerome was in no rush to go back there and face her disapproving stares anytime soon. Looking at his watch, he decided it was time to face the music and come clean to his wife before the kids got home from school. If she had to ramp and rave, it was best she did it while the kids weren't home. He'd have to lie (of course), telling her that he was fired because of downsizing and not because of the Xtube video of him getting fucked by two young employees, how would he be able to live something like that down...? Jerome pulled up outside his building at the Roswell projects around 12pm. It felt strange being home at that hour of the day, but he couldn't think of anywhere else to go. Taking the elevator up to the 6th floor, he pulled out the keys to his apartment and walked in. "Roseland...?" he called to his wife, who must have been in the back room, or something. Jerome quietly closed the door (in case Roseland was taking a nap) and walked over to the refrigerator for a drink. He noticed two empty cups of coffee left out on the table, and wondered who Roseland had over to visit? As he turned a carton of milk up to his lips, he heard a sound coming from the bedroom just behind the kitchen. A strong chill ran up Jerome's spine as he replaced the milk and slowly walked towards the sound. The door was slightly ajar, allowing him to quietly peek inside. He could hear his wife Roseland moaning more clearly, her groans muffled by the tongue of the man on top of her, drilling her in Jerome's own bed, under his own sheets... Jerome froze as his feet felt planted in ice. He could see his wife's legs spread wide to accommodate the large man on top of her, his ass humping up and down wildly as he thrust freely through her vagina repeatedly, each thrust causing her to moan in ways Jerome hadn't heard in years (if ever). Jerome backed away from the room, feeling his life beginning to crash in around him. How could he have been so blind? Roseland was having an affair. How long had it been going on? WHO was the man in the bedroom...? The timing couldn't have been worse (what with the lost of his job). He could hear his wife's moans beginning to amplify as she got closer to climax. Jerome could hear the bedsprings popping in ways he wasn't even allowed to do anymore, `the kids might hear...' she'd said, discouraging any real sexual activity, limiting it only to anniversaries and special occasions when the children weren't home. But it was the sound of the man's rising groans of pleasure that sent Jerome over the edge, turning the usually meek mild mannered church boy into a fighting machine. Jerome turned back towards the back room, then stormed forth (adrenaline pumping through his veins like a steroid). He kicked in the back door, then switched on the overhead lights, getting his first real glimpse at the man who was fucking his wife... What Jerome saw made him nearly weak in the knees... Pt-4 "Definitely NOT! It's OUT OF THE QUESTION!" yelled Latrina Nelson, perturbed by her son's statement. "Latrina..." reasoned Julio, trying to calm his new woman. "NO Julio...! HE'S MY SON..., my ONLY child...!" she stated, pointing at Kaleb as he sat in the living room, pouting. "I raised that boy practically on my own since he was 9 years old! How DARE he say he wants to live with his father now after all I've done for him!" she said, looking over at her son. "The ingrate!" "Look at it from Kaleb's perspective..." said Julio. "...it's been no one but you and him since he was 9 years old..., now I'm here in your life...! There's bound to be some resentment there...! I was HIS friend before I met you..., now I'm dating YOU! He needs some distance..., some time alone AWAY from us until he can sort through his feelings..." reasoned Julio, causing Latrina to calm down and listen. "...besides, no matter how good a job you've done raising him, a boy his age still needs his father...!" "Oh don't hand me that..." said Latrina. "...Kaleb's father was NEVER in his life like that!" "Regardless..." continued Julio. "...there are things fundamentally that you just can't teach him..., like: HOW to be a man! You can tell him and tell him until your face turns blue..., but his father can SHOW him!" Latrina didn't like what she was hearing, but she thought it made a lot of sense. She looked over at her son Kaleb, realizing (almost for the first time) that he wasn't 10 years old anymore... "You SURE you want to do this...?" she asked, having a change of heart. "Yes!" answered Kaleb, with his arms folded in anger. Latrina sighed as she reluctantly walked over to the cordless... Dialing Kaleb's dad, she waited a few seconds until he finally picked up, informing him that his 17 year old son wanted to live with him. Kaleb and Julio watched each other as Latrina argued with Kaleb's dad over the phone. "I've raised him for the last 8 years practically alone, without your help..., the LEAST you can do is raise him the last year or two of his childhood!" KaliQ Nelson (Kaleb's dad) must have agreed after that, because a time was set before Latrina hung up the phone. "It's DONE." she said sadly, as Kaleb got up and headed for the stairs. "Wait Kaleb..." she called, causing him to stop. She walked over to him, standing directly beside him as she looked up into his angry face. "...are you absolutely SURE this is what you want...?" she asked (not wanting to lose her baby) as she touched him gently about the face to feel his warm skin in the palm of her hand... Kaleb looked coldly into her eyes... "YES!" was all he said before taking off upstairs. Latrina turned to Julio, who took her into his chest with open arms... "I...I just don't know what's gotten into that boy...!" she said, crying aloud... Pt-5 "OH MY GOD...!!" screamed Jerome as he caught sight of the good reverend Holmes humping away on top of his wife. The couple seemed so deep into their own sexual bliss that neither of them even noticed Jerome standing there. He watched for another minute as the reverend pumped harder, driving his dick deeper into Roseland's spread gap, drilling her deeply as she clawed at his back with her dull fingernails, twisting her head back and forth in unbelievable pleasure. Jerome could easily tell by the way his wife's legs clamped in on the reverend's waist (and her unmistakable groans) that she was coming. Her pussy contracted and flexed around reverend Holmes' plunging prick, bringing him off as he thrust all the way up inside her and howled like a wounded lion. "What the FUCK is going on here...?!!" yelled Jerome, finally getting some attention as Holmes' head snap in his direction. "Shit, Jerome..." he called out in surprised. "...what're YOU doing here...?!" "I LIVE HERE!" yelled Jerome, hysterically. "You're in MY house...! That's MY wife's you're screwing!" he screamed as the reverend continued to lay on top of his wife, still draining his dick in her clamping pussy. "Give me a second..." requested the reverend, still in the midst of orgasm as the last of his sperm continued to shoot off in Jerome's wife. Surprisingly Jerome waited (respectfully) as the reverend finished his orgasm, then slowly started to pull his dick free from his wife's sucking vagina. He climbed to his feet out of bed, holding his hands up defensively... "Now now Jerome..." he said, trying to talk his way out of the situation. "...let's not do anything drastic that you might regret...!" he warned. Jerome looked at reverend Holmes, naked in his bedroom, his big thick dark dick still standing stiff in his groin, wet with the juices of his wife's cunt as thick gobs of unplanted semen still drooled from the fat head... "You BASTARD!" yelled Jerome, unable to hold his anger as he rushed Holmes. The reverend was truly surprised by Jerome's reaction (having fully expected the humble husband to talk his feelings through or perhaps even drop to his knees and offer to clean the pussy juice from his messy dick?), but while the reverend didn't expect Jerome to charge him like a raging bull, he wasn't completely unprepared for it either... Jerome and the reverend tussled briefly for a few minutes with Jerome getting off one good punch across the reverend's chin before Holmes quickly secured him. Gripping Jerome with a formidable bear hug, Reverend Holmes wrestled the married man (face first) up against the bedroom wall, pinning him. Jerome's glasses were knocked to the floor as the reverend placed a thick forearm about his neck from behind, pressing his large frame into Jerome's back, his big thick dick pressed into Jerome's clothed ass. "I was a junior wrestler back in high school, Jerome..., you won't be able to break my hold that easily...!" informed Holmes, tightening his grip. "Now..., are you going to calm down and act right..., or do I cut off your air supply until you pass out...? Your choice!" Jerome knew he didn't have sufficient strength to topple Homes on his own, as he reluctantly conceded to the older man's demands... "o...o...okay..." "Okay what...?" asked Holmes, holding tighter. "Okay..." grumbled Jerome. "...I'll...act right...!" he added, painfully. Reverend Holmes cautiously relaxed his hold as he eased back off Jerome, keeping a close eye in case the married man changed his mind and tried to attack. Jerome grabbed his sore neck, taking deep breaths as he watched his wife squirming about in bed. "You son of a bitch...! What did you DO to her...??" he asked, having never seen his wife act that way before. "I gave her what she craved most..." gloated reverend Holmes. "...something her wrist limp husband obviously wasn't able to provide!" "You BASTARD! I trusted you...! I came to your church for salvation for my family...! I brought my CHILDREN around you! My WIFE! I told you ALL of my secrets and you USED them against me to get to my wife! You...you..., --JUDAS!!" "Judas...??" asked the reverend, angry and insulted. "Are you calling me a trader...?? After everything I've done for you...?!! How DARE you??!!" "DONE FOR ME...???" questioned Jerome, "I walk in here and catch you boning my WIFE!! HOW are you helping me...?!!?" "I KEPT YOUR SECRETS SAFE!!" yelled Holmes, lividly. "Everything we've ever done has always been in the strictest of confidence...! I've never repeated anything to a living soul!" "And I'm supposed to believe you...?!" asked Jerome, feeling betrayed. "You can believe whatever you want..." said Holmes, just as angry. "...I have no reason to lie to you!" he added. "I came over here at your wife's request...! SHE wanted to talk to me about your relationship...! She felt there were things going on she didn't understand or know about! She was ready to walk out and leave you when I calmed her down and convinced her to stay!" "She..., she was going to leave me...? Really??" asked Jerome, heartbroken. "Did she say why...?" "Isn't it obvious...?" asked Holmes, unsympathetically. "LOOK at you! You're no REAL man! You've bent over and sucked the dicks of any drug dealer that walked by! You've even sucked your own SON'S dick, as well as his best friend's! How long did you think it would take for a strong vibrant vivacious woman like HER to realize the man she married could no longer satisfy her sexually...?" asked the reverend, sensing Jerome's vulnerability. "She was seething with lust after I arrived..., I could see it all in her eyes that she needed, WANTED, a strong pounding! She practically BEGGED me to make her feel like a real woman..., to take her a like a virile man's supposed to!" Holmes could see defeat in Jerome as he slumped his back against the wall, easily defeated by the idea of his family and marriage coming to an end... Reverend Holmes moved in for the kill... "It doesn't have to be this way, Jerome..., we could work something out..." said the reverend, offering absolution. "How...?" asked Jerome, desperate to have his life back. Holmes stepped in closer, gently placing his heavy arm about the back of Jerome's neck as he pulled him in for a whisper... "Let me tell you a little secret about women..." he said into the married man's ear. "...a woman would likely put up with a lot of shit from her man..., so long as he's taking good care of her in the bedroom...! You could cheat on her..., fuck her sister, fuck her mother, her best friends, clean all her money from her bank account..., but so long as you can make those baby toes curl during orgasm, she'll keep taking you back, over and over again! Now I know you're kinda limited on what you can do..., so I jumped in to help out...!" added the reverend, patting Jerome's chest. "I fucked her GOOD! I put a whoppin' on her! You SEE how she's still reeling from what I did to her...!" he asked, noting how Roseland continued to squirm about erotically in a state of sexual bliss. "If you want to get IN on this..., I shot a good size load up in her when you came in..., you could start to repair your broken marriage by being a good boy and going over there to retrieve it for me...!" Jerome looked up at his reverend in disbelief. "What're you afraid of...? Ain't like you ain't never tasted my sperm before...!" argued the religious leader. "Go over there and suck my nutt from your wife's pussy...! Show her you still the man of the house!" Spurred on by the reverend's encouragement, Jerome meekly walked over to his wife's bedside and looked down at her spread legs and hairy vagina. Immediately her saw the damage the reverend's thick dick did to her vaginal walls as her pussy lips hung open, leaking a large trail of creamy white semen from the well fucked cervix. Jerome actually started to get aroused as he watched his wife's pussy drip another man's juice. Roseland had never been much for oral sex (giving nor receiving), so this opportunity was a rare one indeed. Reverend Holmes watched as Jerome got down on the bed between his wife's spread legs and placed his face down in her wet snatch, licking and sucking at the soft flabby vagina lips as he tasted his wife's creamy goodness mixed with the reverend's salty cum. Roseland spread her legs even wider, giving access to her swollen clitoris as her husband began to lick her up. Reverend Holmes stood off to the side of the room watching Jerome perform oral sex on his wife. Instinctively he reached down and began stroking his dick, unable to believe he had successfully convinced Jerome to have sex with his drug induced wife. His mind reverted back to the first time the married couple entered his church, Roseland on her husband's arm like a proud wife. Holmes could see back then that Jerome didn't know what he had in his possession, even before Kane turned him out, Holmes knew it was just a matter of time before Jerome succumb to some man's masculinity (submission like Jerome was hard to find). Jerome could definitely taste the reverend's sperm as he ate his wife's vagina. The smell of sex alone from the well fucked lady part sent the aroma of concluded sex straight up Jerome's nostrils and to his brain like an aphrodisiac, causing him to eat his wife's pussy with a vigor he never had before. Roseland was moaning louder in bed, squirming about as she ran her hands through her husband's hair, begging to be fucked. Jerome tore his face from his wife's cunt just long enough to rip the clothes from his body. With his 7" dick sticking straight out before him (harder than cast iron), he aimed it down to his wife's open gash and slid in. "Oooooh yeeeahhh..." he moaned as the heat from her attacked his dick. Holmes watched as Jerome fucked his wife in front of him, pumping his hips as his fat girly ass shimmy and jiggled with each thrust. Holmes couldn't help but be turned on as he watched the prominent husband and wife fuck. He considered jacking off to completion, allowing them their private moment uninterrupted, but that thought quickly faded when he found himself walking over to get a better look at Jerome's fat ass. Jerome was well aware the reverend was still in the room, but he didn't care. He had been fucked and humiliated by so many men in front of other people that it had become something of a turn on to be watched. His wife's pussy was still wet inside from the reverend's discharge, soaking against Jerome's hard shaft as it glided in and out with added lubrication. Jerome felt himself approaching a quick climax as he humped faster, his ass cheeks swaying back and forth as his sizable anus came in and out of view. Reverend Holmes reached down between Jerome's slapping ass cheeks and began fingering his honey-hole. THAT pushed the married man over the edge as he suddenly rammed in balls deep and unloaded inside his wife. "Oh god...!" moaned Jerome as his orgasm hit. Holmes felt Jerome's ass cheeks lock down around his hand as the asshole pulsed and flexed rhythmically on his embedded finger(s). Holmes shoved forward with his hand until his fingers were touching Jerome's pulsating prostate. This electrified Jerome's orgasm as he began to buck and whimper like a fish on a hook. Holmes knew he had to fuck something again before he left, and pulled Jerome (out of his wife's cunt) into doggy position. Jerome knew what was up when he felt the reverend apply spit to his asshole. Jerome waited as Holmes presented his dick to the hole, then roughly shoved in. Jerome gasped out loud as the huge dick penetrated him first shove, then immediately bored its way through his gripping sphincter muscles to lodge itself well inside his contracting gut. Having just cum, Jerome's asshole was extremely tight as it gripped the reverend's cannon and sucked it deep inside. Holmes positioned himself at the foot of the bed as he grabbed hold of Jerome's hips and began thrusting into his plump ass. Jerome felt the thick dick starting to slide in and out of him. He never (in a million years) would have believed he would be getting butt fucked by another man in front of his wife, but the idea of Roseland seeing him get fucked (while actively participating in the sexual activity herself) had Jerome's dick steadily growing again with excited interest. Roseland lay with her head against the headboard, playing with her tits while she watched her husband get fucked. Reverend Holmes grinned broadly at the power within his hands. He indeed felt like a god as he conquered the prominent family he'd come to know and love as members of his Christian family. Holding onto Jerome's hips with one hand, reverend Holmes reached down with the other hand and roughly shoved Jerome's face back down in his wife's unattended snatch. Jerome felt the pressure of the reverend's hand and knew instantly what he wanted him to do as he began to lick and suck his own load from his wife's dripping pussy. Reverend Holmes once again resumed hold of Jerome's hips as he continued to fuck, pounding harder as he sent his dick well deep into the husband's accepting gut. Jerome panted out loud, trying to eat his wife's pussy while the reverend fucked him from behind. He could feel the big dick busting through his anus, tearing down anal walls as he breeched the rectum and bore straight into the large colon. The friction was tough on Jerome's anus, as spit had been the only lubricant. But as reverend Holmes continued to drill deep into Jerome's man-cunt, it seemed to lubricate and loosen itself (becoming a male vagina in a sense), allowing the reverend to fuck faster and easier. "Shit Jerome..., this pussy you call an ass could rival ANY women's in our congregation!" announced the rev, losing control as he rammed himself back and forth. Jerome beamed with pride as his ass got another compliment. It made him feel special to know that his ass could give men as much pleasure as any woman's vagina. His thoughts were interrupted however when he felt reverend Holmes suddenly pull out of his ass and shove him aside. Jerome looked confused, until he saw the reverend climbing back atop mrs Taylor, shoving his fat black dick back up her warm inviting cunt hole. "lord..." groaned the reverend as he sank all the way into Roseland's cherry pie. Jerome watched (a tab bit jealous) as the reverend fucked Roseland with the dick meant to be in HIS pussy. He watched as Roseland came alive, moaning and groaning like a chimpanzee as the reverend socked it to her good and deep. He thrust his big man's large body bounce atop hers, ramming and jamming his dick well into her well used, twice cummed in vagina as she moaned and clawed at his back like a wild leopard. Jerome fully expected the reverend to unload in his wife again (making him [once again] retrieve his load from inside), but was pleasantly surprised when the pastor pulled out of her and positioned Jerome on his back beside her, lifting his legs in missionary position as he aimed his dick and rammed every inch straight up Jerome's shocked rectum. "AARRRHHH...!!" grunted Jerome, feeling the big dick break through his soft anus as reverend Holmes pressed down on the backs of Jerome's knees to further expose his hole. Holmes sped thought Jerome's open anus, ramming his dick back and forth as he fed the rectum what it craved most. Jerome groaned and grunted after each thrust, feeling the rev's meaty hips slam into his plush ass powerfully, sending his dick 8 inches deep with every thrust. Jerome looked up into the reverend's face as the pastor looked down to watch his own dick slide through Jerome's spread ass. Jerome realized he felt most at home when he was under another man, letting him take charge and control his life. He knew he wasn't cut out to be the strong head of the house, that he was as much a housewife as his own wife. Getting fucked by a big dicked man who know how to put him in his place was key, it was what Jerome desired most. He was just really getting into the spirit of it all, when Holmes abruptly pulled out, then crawled over to Roseland and resumed fucking her. "Oh my...!" gasped Holmes, feeling likethe most powerfulest man on the planet as he openly banged both husband AND wife. He truly didn't know which hole was better, Jerome's or Roseland's? He thrust through Jerome's wife with deep strokes, his big boorish dick bursting through her warm soft flesh to fuck deep inside her. The moistness of her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter the more he fucked, as more deeply planted semen began to push out. Wet slurping sounds invaded the room, evidence that Roseland was enjoying the sex and well on her way to another arousing orgasm. She humped up at the reverend, fucking him with her pussy. She clawed at his body, wanting him deeper, wanting him to possess her. She threw her head back and screamed, climaxing again as she lost bits of consciousness. Reverend Holmes continued to pummel her, using her body as a springboard as he slammed her deep. Only once she passed out did he withdraw, turning his hardon back to Jerome. Jerome waited on his back, his legs raised invitingly as reverend Holmes reentered him. Plunging deep, he resumed where he left off, fucking Jerome's juicy dick-trap as he bounced his hairy pelvis off his ass, boning him 8 inches deep with every thrust. Jerome could feel each inward plunge, his body readily accepting the gift/punishment as their bodies collided together like a car crash repeated every half second. Reverend Holmes was driven mad with lust, his heart beating a million beats a minute as his loins took over his very thought. Spurred on my the soft hot wet flesh surrounding his manhood, he fucked hard and steady, beating a path directly through Jerome's body, deep into the very core of his soul as he thrust in and out, in and out, in and out, in repeated succession. With the sheets drenched in sweat, it seemed to take forever for climax to claim them both. Jerome was happily off into space, his body finally getting the punishment it desired while reverend Holmes tried to hold off shooting his final load for as long as humanly possible. For nearly 40 minutes they fucked (dick n ass), one stroking, one receiving. It was in a wave of sheer animal passion that reverend Holmes finally felt his balls knot in their hair sac as his dick swelled, then throbbed uncontrollably. He only managed a few more strokes before his dick finally bust, exploded a volcano of semen straight into Jerome's accepting ass, flooding his rectum with the hot molten sperm shooting directly from his heavy scrotum. "AAWWW SHIT...! DAMN! FUCK! HELL! AWW GOD! AAARRHHHGGG...!!" he screamed and cursed as he came, firing round after round into Jerome's hot sucking ass. "How was that...?" asked the reverend after a few minutes of mounted bliss, looking down into Jerome's sweaty, smiling face. "Like the answer to ALL of my prayers..." said the married man, blissfully. The two men leaned in to kiss, when they suddenly noticed movement from the door. Looking over, they noticed both Jerome junior and his sister Rose standing in the door, backpacks still attached to their backs as shocked expressions donned both of their young faces... Pt-6 WEST PHILLY Latrina Nelson sat in the passenger's side of her car as her son walked up the front steps of his father's rented house. Knocking, he waited on the front porch, his heart beating like a drum in his chest. It had been years since he'd last saw his father. And though KaliQ Nelson was NO father of the year, Kaleb was definitely looking forward to getting away from his naive mother and her lying ass boyfriend. Kaleb refused to look back at them as they sat in the car watching. It took KaliQ Nelson nearly 4 minutes to finally open the door. When he saw his son (standing nearly eye level at 6'1"), KaliQ grabbed him up in his arms, giving him a big bear hug hello. Kaleb melted, feeling safe and warm in his father's welcoming arms. KaliQ showed his son inside, giving a final glance out to the street where he saw Latrina's car. His eyes met with the couple's as a sorrowful tear dripped from Latrina's eyes. KaliQ (feeling no sympathy), simply closed the door without so much as acknowledging them. ______________________________ Written by: Eugene Marvin [aka] Nphillydogg@aol.com Hit me up at the address above with questions, comments, and suggestions. Or join me on Facebook.com for quicker updates on what I may be working on next.