Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2009 21:40:09 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: roswell heights-6

[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-6
Jerome's Declaration

Pt-1

	40 year old Jerome Taylor was just about to sit down with his wife
and 2 children at the dinner table, when they received an unexpected knock
at the front door. "Who could that be calling at dinner time...?" asked
wife Roseland, placing a huge bowl of steaming mashed potatoes on the
table.

"I'll get it...!" said Jerome junior, jumping up from the table as he
dashed through the living room and unlocked the bolted door without looking
through the peephole first.
	He swung the door open, not sure who to expect. His smile dropped
suddenly as his face turned flush with fear.

"Where yur daddy, lil' man...?" asked Kane, the 34 year old professed #1
reigning drug dealer in South Philly.
	Jerome junior stood paralyzed at the door, his feet planted like
tree roots as he stared wide eyed at his mother's attacker (chap-2).

"Who's at the door, Jerome...?" asked Roseland, peering in from the dining
area.

"It...it's for daddy...!" yelled junior, still staring in shock.
	Kane leaned into the doorway, taking a good look into the Taylor
family's well kept and comfortable home. He could smell the scent of dinner
in the air as he looked back down at 16 year old Jerome and wondered...

"How come YOU ain't come work for me yet, lil' man...? You know most of yur
buddies in the hood are making good money as runners and lookouts for
me...!"

"B...because..., mom won't let us stay outside too long..." said junior,
finding his voice.

"She's real strict, eh...?" asked Kane, whispering low so no one would hear
him. "She's one of those bible tottin' chicks with the ankle length
flowered dresses and librarian glasses, ain't she...?" joked Kane.

"Pretty much...!" agreed junior, just before his dad appeared in the
doorway.
	Jerome senior felt a cold chill run up his spine when he saw who
was standing in his doorway.

"Junior..., go back to the dinner table...!" ordered the older man, sending
his son off.
	Junior left slowly, trying to hear what the renowned drug dealer
wanted with his father?

"Nice family you have here, Jay..." smiled Kane, peaking into the apartment
as the family peaked back at him from the dining room.

"What do you want, Kane...?" asked Jerome, closing the door halfway to keep
his family out of it.

"All business, eh...? I like that about you Jay...!" said Kane, standing up
straight. "I got a couple of business boiz coming over to my place..., and
I need some entertainment for them, --if you get my drift...?"

"Entertainment...?" asked Jerome, unsure what the drug dealer meant.

"We need someone to fuck..." said Kane, bluntly. "...and yur fat girly ass
was the first thing that came to mind...!"

"I'm having dinner with my family...!" said Jerome, with emphasis on
dinner.

"Do I give a fuck...?" asked Kane. "You still OWE me for the beat down I
owe yur wife! Now somebody's coming upstairs to my place to get fucked...,
and if it ain't you, then wifey better get her bible tottin' ass out here
and show me what she working with..., cuz these boiz want something they
can get buck wild in!"
	Jerome cringed at the idea of handing his wife over to these drug
dealers.

"Please, Kane..." he begged, having already given his ass up twice.
	Kane lifted his shirt, exposing a gun he had tucked in his
waistband behind his ripped abs. Jerome's eyes popped when he saw the
implications. Kane wasn't bullshitting. Jerome nervously gave Kane the
okay, then peaked his head back into the apartment to find his wife still
standing in the dining room waiting. "uh..., I'll be right back...!" he
said, closing the door behind him before his wife could protest.

	Kane took Jerome upstairs to his girlfriend's apartment (while she
was out), then waited for his guests to arrive. Jerome sat in the corner as
Kane greeted West Philly's most notorious drug dealer Whinney (the POOH)
Graham, a 6'5" 300+ pound powerhouse with a demeanor as ruthless as his
partner's (Tempest Williams). "Hey man..., where's Tempest...?" asked Kane,
shaking hands with the drug king and his right hand man (DMoney).

"Tempest can't make it this trip..." said Pooh, walking into the well
decorated pad. "...he's busy looking for some tranny bitch in Miami!"

"Tranny...?" asked Kane, closing the door behind them.

"It's a long story...!" assured Pooh. "This my boi Dmoney..." he
introduced, "...any information or money transactions we have from now
on..., will be dealt between you and him..., not me! Understand?"

"Understood!" said Kane, giving Money a look over.

"Yeah..." said Pooh, turning to his boi. "...we had a few issues a while
back..., but that's all old water under the bridge now, right D...?" asked
the big man, chewing on a cigar.

"Right Pooh!" answered Money obediently, having had stolen money from Pooh
in the past (read My Woman's Lover in the Apr 2008 section of
bisexual/authoritarian @ Nifty.org for details).

"A man's gotta keep his friends close..." said Pooh, with a hardy
chuckle. "...and his enemies closer!"

"You and Tempest were once rivals, right...?" asked Kane, showing the men
to their seats as he signaled for Jerome to bring them beers.

"Yeah..., bitter rivals at one point...!" said Pooh, taking a seat on the
couch after opening his overcoat. "We thought it would be a lot less
bloodshed and we could make a hellova lot more money if we merged into one
big badass team!" smiled Pooh, as Jerome handed out the brews. "Cops can't
touch us...! We got this fuckin' city in the palm of our hands!"
	Jerome couldn't believe his ears. Kane was meeting with one of the
two biggest drug dealers in the city, and here HE was serving them
beverages like the maid! "Who's the flunky...?" asked Pooh, taking his
beer.

"Oh..., he's the entertainment...!" smiled Kane, looking up at
Jerome. "Turn around and show em yur ass...!"
	Jerome felt completely embarrassed when he handed out the last beer
bottle, then slowly turned around to reveal his most embarrassing feature.

"Nice..." said Pooh, giving it a slap through the snug fitting dress slacks
Jerome usually wore. "...but I'm surprised you ain't got a couple of
bitches up here for us too...!"

"I thought Tempest was coming..." said Kane, defensively. "...I know how he
likes to dig the boiz out!"

"Yeah..., that black faggot be ripping them punks some new holes!" laughed
Pooh. "I ain't never met a dude that liked to turn as many straight men as
Tempest do...! You know..., he turned out some cop's son once..., made him
turn tricks as a drag queen on Snyder's Drive!" recalled Pooh (referring to
a story line from the Precinct Twenty Three original series).

"Damn..., bet that taught the cops to stay out of our business!" laughed
Kane. "I turned this bitch when his wife got out of line..., made him take
her place on the end of my dick!"
	Jerome snaked back to his seat in the corner of the room, trying
not to listen as the drug dealers began to talk shop. With Kane heading up
drug sales of Sextasy in South Philly, Pooh was concerned with rumors that
the Italian Mob was looking to muscle in, having owned parts of South
Philly for decades. They had a meeting scheduled with one of the Mob's
biggest bosses, and Pooh wanted Kane by his side while they talked
business.
	Kane was delighted to be given the opportunity to advance higher in
his ranks. He viewed himself as the unofficial third partner in Tempest's
and Pooh's drug empire. Without him, there would be no South Philly branch.

	After shop was talked and more than a few brews were tossed back,
the drug dealers began to get horny. Kane noticed the sizable lump in
Pooh's crotch, and ordered Jerome over to take care of it for him. "You
know I don't usually partake in all this gay shit..." said Pooh, reaching
down under his big belly to unzip his pants and free the big fat phallus
that was hiding inside. "...but nothing gits my crank up more than talkin
business...! Tell yur bitch to git down there and show me what he can
do...!"

"Jay's specialty ain't suckin' dick..." said Kane, motioning for Jerome to
strip naked for them. "...all of his talent is in that big pretty ass he
got!"
	Pooh's eyes zeroed in on Jerome's ass as soon as he shed his
clothes.

"Dayum..." said the drug king, liking that ass. "...I've seen less ass on
greater women!"

"Told you!" smiled Kane, like a proud owner.

"Hope he can take THIS dick...!" said Pooh, stroking his ultra thick
penis. "Wet it for me bitch...!" he ordered, as Jerome reluctantly got down
onto his knees.
	Jerome was on his hands and knees (like a dog), looking up between
the fat man's spread legs. Pooh's dick was indeed thick, like the fat arm
of a small overweight child. The head was huge and ugly, much like the
owner. Jerome pressed his face up between the man's legs and began licking
his dick like a lollipop, painting the dark brown shaft wet with his
tongue.

	Jerome was a novice when it came to sucking dick. Being married for
the past 18 or so years had left him with extensive experience with working
with a woman's vagina, but absolutely nothing when it came to another man's
dick. All Jerome knew for sure was that the pointy end went into the
mouth. He opened his mouth, stretching his lips to fit the evil looking
dick head between his lips. "Bitch not too good at head divin', eh...?"
asked Pooh, already feeling Jerome's teeth.

"I guarantee you, Pooh..., what he lacks upstairs, he more than doubles for
downstairs...!" assured Kane, watching Jerome struggle to get his lips
fully around Pooh's massive meat.

"Then sumbody needs to lube this bitch up..., cuz his mouth ain't doin'
shit for me!" urged Pooh.

"I'll wet it for you..." offered Kane, jumping up from his seat.
	He scooted around behind Jerome, spreading his fat cheeks to reveal
the deep crevice of his ass crack. "Ain't that a beaut...?" asked Kane to
Dmoney, holding Jerome's ass open.

"Looks like the gateway to heaven, man...!" smiled Money, peering down at
the tight male hole.

"Damn straight man..." beamed Kane, proud of his bitch. "...I broke him in
myself!"

"Then by all means..., you git first crack...!" offered Pooh.

"I could'n do that, man..., yur my guests..., you go first...!" counter
offered Kane.

"I dunno if you noticed or not..., but my dick's pretty big..., he's gonna
need all the lube he can git to fit my dick up in that snatch!" argued
Pooh.

"Yur right..." said Kane, knowing what must be done.
	Jerome was still doing his best to suck Pooh's super thick dick
when he felt Kane suddenly shove his face into his ass. Jerome moaned out
loud, unable to resist as Kane's wet tongue slithered and snaked across his
sensitive asshole. Being a married straight man to a religious woman who
only viewed sex as a chore, he wasn't used to having his asshole used as an
erogenous zone. Every time Kane used his ass as a substitute pussy, Jerome
felt less pain and more pleasure, as if his asshole was getting used to and
adapting to the vigorous fuckings.

	Kane pulled Jerome's fat ass cheeks apart, then stuffed his face
in-between them, feeling the deep anal crevice swallow over half his face
as he licked and sucked at the hot male hole. He squeezed the big round
soft melon like cheeks, kneading them like dough while he slobbered all
over the hole, soaking it for his dick.
	Pooh and Dmoney watched with growing interest as Kane ate his
bitch's ass from behind, slapping the soft jiggly cheeks with his hands as
he pried them apart like a cracked clam to get to the center.

	Once Kane was certain he had Jerome's pussy well juiced for
fucking, he roughly pulled the married man up off the floor, then forced
him face down on the couch next to Pooh. Pooh had a great view as Kane
prepared to plow his bitch's ass.
	Kane spit into his hand, then massaged the slick spit all over the
tip of his dick before introducing the head to the hole. Jerome tensed up,
getting fucked for the first time in front of company. He wondered how much
more of his manhood could Kane take away? Having already succeeded in
taking his anal virginity, forcing him to suck dick, and now sharing his
ass with his drug dealing friends.

	Kane kissed his dick head up to Jerome's quivering man-cunt then
shoved in, burying over half his impressive 9 and 1/2 inch rod on the first
plunge. Jerome yelled into the pillows as Kane shoved his head down into
the cushions, stifling his screams. He pulled back with his hips,
withdrawing his dick back until only to the head remained inside before
ramming all the way back in. "UUMMMPPPHH...!!" yelled Jerome, his screams
muffled by the cushions as Kane buried his dick balls deep.

"Now THAT's how you take a bitch's ass...!" exclaimed Pooh, impressed.
	He watched as Kane ground his pelvis into Jerome's meaty ass,
churning his long hard ramrod around in the straight married man's upturned
bogina.

	Jerome felt completely stuffed from the brutal entry, his ass
smarted profusely from the unnatural impalement. The pain shot through his
body like a sword, stabbing well deep into his gut before settling in his
bowels.
	Kane grabbed him by his waist, holding him still while he
fucked. He moved his hips back and forth, sawing his dick through the tight
fighting anal ring. "Damn this bitch is tight..." he said, feeling Jerome's
sucking hole squeeze his shaft like Pollygrip. "...you're gonna LOVE this
ass, Pooh...!"

"Bet!" said the overweight drug dealer, already liking the way Jerome held
his ground while getting stuffed.  He'd fucked a few male asses in his time
(though Pooh preferred sticking his dick in women), and knew it wasn't easy
taking a dick head-on full length in one or two thrusts.
	He watched Jerome struggle to maintain his position like a good
bitch, not moving until told as Kane went on fucking his ass. He
surrendered his cunt like a submissive should, not caring about his own
discomforts as his job was to please the man on top.

	Kane pulled Jerome's ass cheeks apart and watched his own dick
slide back and forth through the hole. There was nothing he enjoyed more
than poking some straight man in the ass, reducing him to nothing but his
mouth or an asshole, making him submit to his superiority. He knew Jerome
was a flake from the first moment he saw him, totting his bible with his
wife and kids, his tight ass hugging dress slacks leaving nothing to the
imagination. Kane knew from day one that he would be balls deep in that hot
ass, it was just a matter of time and opportunity.
	Jerome had no idea that his ass was such a turn on for men. Women
had often complimented him on his backside, some even going as far as
slapping or squeezing it when his wife wasn't around. Jerome liked the
attention women gave him, but he had always hated the size of his butt as
it made him feel insecure as a man. He had no idea that for every woman
that complimented him or did a double take when they saw his ass on the
street or in the office, that there was a man who noticed but didn't say
anything.

	Now he lay face down in Kane's girlfriend's sofa, his face buried
in her scented pillows as her man rammed him from behind as if he owned
it. Miraculously the pain was already starting to subside, becoming more
manageable as Kane's pelvis slapped into Jerome's bare bottom at a steady
pace. He see-sawed his dick back and forth, drilling the hole with deep
precise strokes. Ever so often he would withdraw, spitting down onto the
bullseye before ramming forth again to resume where he left off. He fucked
Jerome for a full 10 minutes before he felt his climax starting to
build. He picked up the pace, slapping into the ass cheeks harder as he
plunged his manhood in and out full length.
	Jerome grunted and groaned under the rough anal assault. He lifted
his head from the cushions, looking back over his shoulder to catch Kane's
facial expressions. He could see Kane looking down, concentrating on the
spot where their bodies melded as one. He could see the grim determination
on his face as he neared closer to his goal of seeding Jerome's garden.

"Oh fuck..., here it comes...!" announced Kane, hammering hard into
Jerome's ass.
	Jerome panted like a parched dog as Kane slammed his pelvic bone
into his ass cheeks and held himself deep inside, before finally cumming,
shooting a day's worth of hot thick cum straight into his ass.  "Yeah
bitch..., take that shit...! Milk it!" moaned Kane, losing all strength as
his orgasm sprung forth.

	Jerome said nothing when he felt the drug dealer ram all the way
deep inside him. He could feel his dick suddenly pulsate as it shot cum
directly into his hole. He could feel Kane's strong arms wrap around his
torso, hugging him tightly from behind as he emptied the entire contents to
his balls into him.
	Jerome moaned softly as the dick jerked wildly inside him, filling
his rectum completely. Kane kissed the married man along his back and
shoulders, feeling sensually overwhelmed before his orgasm was over.

"You want this pussy next...?" asked Kane, looking over at his boss.

"Naw..." said Pooh, looking over at the hired hand. "...let my boi Money go
next!"
	D-Money reluctantly got up from his seat, fumbling with his belt as
he began to free his half erection. He hadn't been with another man in
months, having saved his love making for his new wife (Dedra). Kane
withdrew his softening dick as he stepped aside for his guest. D-Money
stepped up to the plate, positioning himself between Jerome legs from
behind. He slapped his semi-hard dick against the married man's ass,
admiring his round backside. He pulled the jiggly cheeks apart, taking a
gander at the well fucked hole hidden deep in-between the meaty globes. The
hole was all glossy with residue spit and semen, making the anus all slick
and slippery for fucking. Money didn't think he needed any more lube as he
fisted his dick in his hand, he aimed it up to the hole.
	Slowly he started to massage his dick back and forth, the head of
his semi-hardon knocking at Jerome's back door. Slowly his dick began to
harden and stiffen, growing fatter and thicker as the head penetrated the
soft anal lips.

	Jerome moaned as the second drug dealer's dick began to pry his
anus open, squeezing into the tight space Kane had just recently
vacated. Money pressed in slowly, sinking his 8" shaft into its new
home. He grabbed Jerome firmly about the waist as he ground his dick around
in his hot depths, burying his rod to the bone. "Damn..., this IS some good
ass..." he moaned, liking what he felt.

"As good as ole boi's YOU introduced me to...?" asked Pooh (referring to
David Smith from My Woman's Lover --again).

"Close man..., very close...!" admitted Money.

"Now THAT was some good pussy!" stated Pooh, reaching below his belly to
stroke his meat in remembrance.
	Money tried not to recall the details as he focused on the pussyboi
at hand. David had had a special place in Money's heart, a special place
not many people had touched. However it wasn't until it was too late that
he realized it. By the time Money knew what he wanted, David had moved onto
another relationship.

	Money pushed all thoughts of David and Dedra from his mind,
concentrating solely on at task at hand. He pulled his shirt up over his
head (locking it up around the back of his neck to get it out of the way),
showing off his strong muscular physique and rippled stomach. Money kept
himself in trim tip-top physical condition, running ball, playing sports,
and working out with weights on a regular basis. As a fellow gym rat, Kane
couldn't help but admire Money's tight toned body as he fucked Jerome in
his girly butt from behind.
	Jerome's soft moans became more rapid as Money set up a strong
pace, stroking his pretty dick in and out of the well cummed asshole. He
kneaded Jerome's fat round cheeks, pulling huge handfuls of it apart as he
slammed his pelvis into his ass repeatedly. Jerome merely whimpered like a
wounded puppy.

"You got this bitch well trained...!" observed Pooh, listening as Jerome's
grunts and groans became less masculine and sounded more feminine.

"I was thinking of pimpin' him out to my boiz...!" said Kane, watching the
show. "I gotta few kids in my crew who I been training to tag male ass,
teaching them that girls ain't the only hoes walkin' the streets!

"Ain't that the truth...!" said Pooh, having had his share. "This
pussyboi's a natural..., Tempest would definitely have a place for him in
his tranny collection..., if yur interested in sellin' em...!"

"Trannies eh...?" asked Kane, frowning his face distastefully. "I'm not
really into men that look like women..., I prefer my ass and pussy
separate...!"

"I feel ya bruh..." agreed Pooh. "...though Tempest tends to turn out high
volume pussyboiz when he turns em...!"
	Jerome overheard the men talking about him as if he wasn't
there. Were they really serious about pimping him out...? Or turning him
into a transsexual...?? As good as the dicks felt in his ass, he really
wasn't ready to leave his wife and family and become full time pussy for
Kane and his drug dealing friends.
	He had a life to live...

	D-Money pumped away steadily at Jerome's upturned ass. He held his
waist in his hands, arching the married man's back to elevate his ass as he
humped into the fat buttock with deep strong penetrating strokes. He hadn't
been in any ass this good since he converted Dedra's ex-boyfriend, butt
fucking him in front of her.
	Money picked up the pace, slapping his pelvis into Jerome's ass,
sending shockwaves through his jiggly flesh from impact. Each inward stroke
caused Jerome to moan like a bitch, hiking his ass higher in the air for
deeper strokes. His own dick was now rock hard between his legs, dripping
pre-cum like a faucet while he got fucked. He was scared to touch his dick,
for fear he would get in trouble creaming all over Kane's girl's couch.

"Shit man..." moaned Money, feeling his loins start to boil. He pressed
down harder on Jerome's waist, causing his body to arch further as he sank
deeper into the sofa. His moans grew louder as the thrusts got
harder. After awhile his girly grunts became wails, as his anal pussy was
vigorously fucked.
	Money could feel his impending climax coming on strong as he plowed
into Jerome deep. Jerome now hung over the back of the couch, his ass
repeatedly slapped by the top man's hairy pelvis. His dick pummeled
Jerome's dank hole, hammering deep with every stroke. With a final thrust
D-Money planted his rod up to his balls, then unloaded a bowls' worth of
hot cum straight into the married man's canal.

"AARRHHHH...fuck...!!" yelled Money, cumming hard as his body jerked back
and forth violently. He ground his pelvic bone into Jerome's ass, making
certain he planted every ounce of his juice deep into his gut. Almost
instantly he became soft, his rubbery phallus slipping out of the cummy
cave it called home for the past 20 minutes or so. "Shit..." was all he
could say as he stepped back, staring down at the ass he just seeded.

"That pussy oughta be well lubed now...!" said Pooh, still stroking his
dick. "Sit on this piece, trick!" he ordered, sternly.
	Jerome felt weak kneed as he slowly climbed up from the couch. His
ass felt on fire, now housing two distinct loads. With help from both Kane
and D-Money, Jerome was maneuvered into position as he squatted over Pooh's
dick. He reached back to steady the fat man's dick, feeling how thick it
was. He kissed the head up to his asshole, then pressed down on it, feeling
the head part his cheeks.

"Git that shit up in there, bitch...!" insisted Pooh, looking down over his
stomach as he watched the head sink into the twice cummed hole.
	Jerome felt the head penetrate his anus, forcing the anal lips to
scream wide. Suddenly he stood up, his ass smarting like crazy...

"It's too thick...!" he exclaimed, unsure he'd be able to take it.

"Get yur ass down on that dick before I throw yur ass down on it...!"
threatened Kane, seriously.
	Jerome retook his position, feeling the head penetrate once
again. But this time instead of running from the pain, Jerome grit his
teeth and sat down, forcing more dick into his ass.

"OOOOOoooohh shhhiiitttttt...!!" he moaned, feeling completely and utterly
stretched.

"That's it..., it's goin' in...!" said Pooh, feeling the rubberband like
hole squeeze along his shaft.
	Money and Kane continued to hold onto Jerome as he slowly descended
on Pooh's pole. He bottomed lower and lower, feeling more dick slip into
him as his hole stretched around the fattest part. "Bounce that nigga..."
ordered Pooh, resting against the back of the couch. Kane and Money began
bouncing Jerome, making his ass go up and down the seated man's dick. After
a few minutes Jerome was able to take over, fucking his own ass on the
gangster's pole. "That's it, bitch..., that's how you ride it...! I heard
Kane say that yur married...?"

"Yes...!" panted Jerome, giving his ass a workout.

"Bet yur wifey can't turn it out like this, can she...?" asked Pooh "When
was the last time you were fucked like this...?"

"Like this...?" asked Jerome, bouncing steadily. "Never!"

"Damn straight...! And you know why...?" asked Pooh.

"Why...?" asked Jerome.

"Cause she ain't got no dick, dumbass!" laughed Pooh, along with his
men. "She can't drill yur punk pussy like we can! This's what yur ass
needs..., so big hard dick to make you realize juss how much bitch you got
inside you..., right...?"

"Yes...!" groaned Jerome, too far gone to argue.

"Yes what...?" asked Pooh, slapping Jerome's face.

"Yes, sir...!" answered Jerome, obediently.

"Git up...!" ordered Pooh, pushing Jerome off him.
	Jerome stood up, his pussy feeling oddly empty as drops of mixed
semen started to ooze from the stretched lips. Pooh stood up also, shoving
two of his fat fingers up Jerome's snatch. "Where's the bedroom...?" asked
the drug king. "I wanna git this bitch in bed!"

"Through here...!" said Kane, leading the way.
	Jerome felt Pooh guiding him towards the bedroom with his fingers,
stiffening them when he wanted him to walk.

"That pussy feels good on my fingers, cunt..." whispered the fat man,
pushing in deeper. "...when I git yur ass in bed, I'm gonna fuck you in
missionary position..., juss like a bitch's supposed to be fucked!"
	Kane pulled back the bedspread, showing Pooh where to fuck. Pooh
yanked his cummy fingers from Jerome's freshly fucked ass, then presented
them as a snack. Jerome was slow to realize what the drug king wanted,
until Pooh forced his slimy digits between his lips. "Suck that nutt off my
fingers...!" he ordered, as Jerome carefully took his fingers into his
mouth. "This bitch ain't too bright..., but she learns quick!" joked Pooh.

	After removing his fingers, he ordered Jerome onto the bed, on his
back. Pooh then undressed, taking off his over shirt (leaving on his wife
beater), and stripping off his pants. He climbed onto the bed Kane and his
girlfriend made love in every night, then positioned the married man's legs
up on his broad shoulders.
	Jerome looked scared and confused. How was Pooh going to fuck him
in this position? Was it even possible?

	He waited as Pooh stroked his dick into a raging hardon, then
placed it up against his anus and pushed inward. Sure enough the fat round
evil looking head split Jerome's anus, then sank inside. Jerome groaned out
loud, feeling his hole stretch. "Good..., only 10 inches to go..." teased
Pooh, ramming his hips forth as he quickly shoved all 10 rock solid inches
all the way deep in Jerome's shocked body.

"AARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!!" screamed Jerome, feeling fully impaled
on 10 and 1/2 inches of telephone pole. His body instantly began to
retaliate, the hole convulsing wildly as it tried to repel the invader
lying deep within his bowels.
	Pooh merely smiled to himself as he ground his entire dick in
Jerome's pulsating anal guts. He loved how the married man's eyes popped
from their sockets, looking like one of Frank Oz's Muppets.

	Jerome was too scared to move, afraid something in his body might
rupture as he lay there suffering in pain. After a few minutes, Jerome
began thrusting, pumping his hips up and down as he moved his dick in and
out. Jerome felt like his asshole was being turned inside out. When he
tried to squirm away from up under his captor, Pooh merely pressed his
knees up to his chest, doubling him over and in half as he resumed
fucking. Jerome had never felt so feminized, staring up into the ugly face
of his attacker. He was trapped under 300 plus pounds of solid maleness,
held in place as easily as a child. He had no choice but to submit to what
the man wanted, giving his ass up in exchange for his wife's freedom.

	Pooh fucked Jerome with just a few inches of his whopper dick. He
didn't need to pulverize the asshole just yet, he wanted the hole to
stretch so it could accommodate him without alerting all the neighbors as
to what was going on inside Kane's apartment.
	He fucked Jerome slow and steady, moving only 5" in and out, slowly
drilling the hole as it widened and relaxed under the constant pressure of
massage.

	Jerome's dick had softened drastically during initial penetration,
but was now beginning to harden once again as his body got used to this new
strange position. He could see Kane and D-Money standing on the sidelines,
watching the action as he was taken for the first time like a woman.
	Kane could see Pooh's thick dick sliding in and out of his wide
hole from the foot of the bed, the anal lips seemed to turn outward during
the withdrawal, the inner lining of his anus clinging to the thick shaft
like a second skin. Then the hole would turn inward during the forward
thrust, stretching wide around the chocolate shaft as it burrowed deep.

	Kane started stroking his dick as he watched Pooh fuck his bitch,
his big fat black ass humping up and down as he drilled his dick through
the loosening walls. Semen oozed out around the shaft with every inward
plunge, lubricating the column and dripping down onto the bed sheets where
it stained.
	Jerome felt the severe pain in his anus slowly start to dissipate,
replaced with intense pleasure. His dick bricked rock hard against his
abdomen, oozing pre-cum again as it salivated pre-juice all over his
stomach.

	Pooh picked up the pace of his fuck when he felt the asshole
starting to relax. He pulled back with his hips, withdrawing more shaft
before ramming it all back in. Jerome yipped at the deep thrusts, his anal
pussy adapting to its new usage as it sucked at the shaft, trying to coax
it to cum.
	He looked up to see Pooh staring down at him, watching his facial
expressions intently. He could tell that Jerome was crossing over, becoming
conditioned to the thought of being used as pussy. He could see how his
eyes glossed over with lust every time he thrust too deep. He could hear
the way he moaned like a bitch, his mouth gaping open like a cooked
oyster. Pooh couldn't resist hocking up a thick wad of phlegm, which he
bought down to Jerome's lips. Jerome thought the man was going to kiss him,
and leaned upward to receive his gift. A huge wad of foamy white spit
dripped down from Pooh's mouth, dangling from his bottom lip by a long
slimy string. He thrust harder into Jerome's ass, making him moan out loud
with lust. Overcome by the intense need to please, Jerome opened his mouth
and accepted the foamy gift, eating the thick wad of phlegm as if it were
candy.

	Pooh fucked into Jerome's ass harder, determined to turn the bitch
out. He held his legs down to his chest, his hands cupped just behind
Jerome's knees to spread his legs and allow his pole to drill
deeper. Jerome was like putty in his hands at that point, unable to speak
audibly as his dick jerked and throbbed against his belly.
	Pooh took the opportunity to long dick the new pussyboi, pulling
his thick fat black dick all the way out before ramming it all the way
in. Jerome threw his head back in the pillows, feeling the entire length of
the huge dick bore straight through him like a spear. Unable to control
himself, he suddenly erupted hot cum all over himself without once touching
his dick. The first two spurts shot up over Jerome's head, landing on the
headboard.

	Pooh continued long dicking Jerome well after he finished cumming,
pulverizing his ass down to its murky depths. Whenever he withdraw, the
hole hung open like the mouth of a dead fish, tiny droplets of cum keeping
the anal track well lubed.
	Pooh rammed the asshole for another 5 minutes, making sure Jerome
had no misconceptions about where his place was in life. When he was ready
(and only when he was ready), did Pooh ram his entire dick in balls deep
and cum.

"ahhh..., I'm gonna bust a nutt in this bitch's cunt...!" he announced,
bringing music to Jerome's ears.
	Jerome felt the entire dick lay to rest in his ass, then felt
Pooh's strong reflex as his dick started to throb and pulse, shooting heavy
wads of cream straight into his ass. Jerome felt the semen soothe his
burning rectum, lubricating the membranes.

	Pooh fell forward on top of Jerome, resting the bulk of his weight
on his elbows. Jerome wrapped his arms about Pooh's massive torso, his legs
now around the big man's sides. He could still feel the dick inside him,
still pumping cum nearly a minute later. Once Pooh was thoroughly drained,
he pulled his fat softening dick from the oversized hole, then collapsed
over on his back.

	Kane (who had been standing at the foot of the bed watching) saw
Jerome's well fucked hole now oozing Pooh's load, and climbed up on the
bed. He quickly lifted Jerome's legs, exposing his sore and battered
asshole. Before Jerome could protest, Kane stroked his dick and shot a huge
wad of cum directly onto Jerome's sore throbbing asshole. But just as the
second wad came, he shoved his dick into the hole, shooting the rest of his
load inside.

"Got a towel...?" asked Pooh...


Pt-2

	Jerome returned downstairs to his apartment. Taking a deep breath
for courage, he twisted the door knob and walked in...

"Sup dad...?" asked his son, sitting on the sofa playing video games.

"Jerome..." called his wife angrily, from the kitchen. "...where the hell
have you been...??! Dinner was over nearly two hours ago!"
	Jerome ignored his wife's ramping and raving as he slowly walked
into the bathroom, his asshole still throbbing from the vigorous workout
it'd just gotten upstairs. "What did that thug want with you anyway...? I
don't want you hanging around him anymore...! Whatever dept he feels you
owe if paid! I'll go to the cops if he shows up at my door one more time!
Jerome..., are you listening to me...?"

	Jerome closed the bathroom door, then pulled down his pants and sat
on the toilet. His ass opened up with a loud fat, as a river of thick slimy
cum suddenly cascaded from his ass. Jerome grabbed his hard dick, feeling
another climax on its way. He stroked himself quickly, closing his eyes to
the memory of what had just happened to him. He reached down under his
balls and felt for his slimy asshole. He slipped his middle finger in
easily, helped by the clotted cum which dripped heavily from his
bowels. Suddenly he felt his dick pulsate, as a volley of cum erupted from
his flaring dick head, shooting up over his stroking hand.
	Jerome pulled his finger from his hole, noticing the thick wads of
cum clinging to his coated digit. He quickly sucked the cummy finger into
his mouth, tasting the mixed seed from three dicks. Then he noticed his own
thick white cum clinging to his other hand, and greedily ate that off as
well. It was while in his cumatose state he suddenly looked up and realized
his son (Jerome junior) was standing in the bathroom doorway, his mouth
dropped open in shock...


Need I say..., continued...!

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