Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 20:14:14 -0400 From: Marvin Subject: roswell heights-12 [Roswell Heights is a (fictional) high rise housing development in South Philly, more commonly known as "the projects" or The Heights. It's three 15 story buildings (originally built back in the 50's), all within a few hundred yards of each other. After years of mismanagement and neglect, it's become a drug heaven for dealers and criminals.] _______________________________________________________________________ ROSWELL HEIGHTS-12 Unholy Power 1 The Church Of Families Of Christianity opens its doors to people of all walks of life, creed, and color (so long as they renounce their former religions and embrace Christianity as their faith). Pasture Reverend Malcolm H. Holmes resides over the congregation as its preacher, its teacher, its father, and its savior. With 3 Sunday services, he also finds time during the week to run a bible study (for those who would like to learn the scriptures and what the scriptures mean to them), a couples counseling (for married couples who find the everyday stress of the world ruining their marriages), a youth program (for children up to 14 who are too young to be left home alone after school while their parents are still working), to sponsor a 40 member choir, as well preside over the Counseling Center (for those members who may need guidance or someone to talk to). From the outside looking in, it may seem Reverend Holmes does a lot of selfless acts to help the community stay strong and positive in this `the world's last days', --but in reality, the church is a huge money making machine. Sure it costs money to build, run, and conduct services free of charge, but with donation, member dues, fund drives, hot food sales, day care fees, and tax exempts, the church makes a killing. Is there no wonder the good reverend drives a brand new car every 3 years? A typical day for 50 year old Reverend Holmes begins at 9am, when he wakes up and bliss the lord for giving him another day of life and fresh breath in his lungs. Then he rolls over and climbs on top of his 30 year old (2nd wife) Cassandra. Cassandra was a former pole dancer at the Jiggly-Wiggly, whom the good reverend had a chance to console several times (late at night) after her performances. He convinced her to give up a life of uncertainty with strange men ogling over her voluptuous body for the life of a preacher's wife. Having loved Whitney Houston, she decided to give it a go. After 5 or 10 minutes of early morning pleasures, he rushes into the shower where he shaves, shits, and dress for his long day. Picking up a breakfast meal at a local soul food restaurant (cause pole dances don't cook), he makes his way into church and into his office by noon, where he opens the doors for those who wish to stop in and give silent prayer to the lord. Sometimes he is met with the solemn task of consoling families who recently lost loved ones. In some cases it was to long term illnesses, to which he often reminds the mourners that their beloved ones are no longer suffering. Other times death was unexpected and instantaneous, to which he reminds `the lord moves in mysterious way.' He helps families make arrangements to move the bodies from the morgue to the church for funeral purposes. Often times when death is unexpected, the families are not prepared for funeral costs, so the reverend is kind enough to make them a binding contact to which they are liable to make layaway payments in a timely fashion. If said payments are not paid in full by the date specified, legal action may be (and WILL BE) taken against them. 2 As the pastor of a large congregation, Reverend Holmes is often approached by young couples who wish to wed in their church. Reverend Holmes believes it is his duty to make sure these couples are suited for each other by interviewing them together, as well as separately. If the woman seemed unsure, or is rushed or pressured into marriage, the reverend often persuades her to weight her options, testing her faith in love and religion by enticing her physically. Most times the women stand their grounds, refusing any advances and passing what the reverend calls `sins of the flesh.' But sometimes (ever so often) he manages to score a little afternoon nookie, convincing the women that giving themselves unselfishly to their pastor will strengthen their relationship with the church and ultimately help their marriages. Many of the women keep their afternoon tryst with the reverend secret, going to their graves believing they had been faithful to their spouses. Reverend Holmes also gives the same console to his male congregates, asking if any of the would-be grooms had ever participated or fantasized in sexual relations with another man? The questions usually stirred mixed emotions; with some becoming outright insulted, and some secretly admitting to having fantasized or participated in something when younger. Reverend Holmes had responses to both reaction: telling the insulted members that they were definitely ready to assume responsibility for marriage, and persuading the latter to explore their secret fantasies before committing to something they may later regret. The advise is often followed up with an offer of self sacrifice, which the reverend offers to only his `most trusted of members', warning them that the experiment will only be known between them and the lord. In each cases, the hopeful grooms leave the private office either with a belly full of the good reverend's precious baptismal juices, or stretched assholes. One such hopeful was Eugene Pruett, a 23 year old choir singer. He and his bride to be (Nya) went to the reverend's office with hopes that he would bliss their upcoming nuptials by agreeing to marry them. However, once Reverend Holmes got Eugene alone and made the 23 yr old confess to having homosexual fantasies of giving head to a stranger, he found himself on his knees in the reverend's office, fast sucking the older man's plump package. Reverend Holmes leaned back in his swivel chair with his pressed black pants wrapped down around his dress socked ankles, and his black shirt unbuttoned up to the collar while his young church member bobbed his head in his lap, slurping noisily along the length of the 50 year old's wrist thick dick. It only took Eugene 20 minutes of intense sucking to get a belly full of the rev's thick juices, but he left the pastor's office feeling wildly refreshed and freed. He would indeed marry Mya in the spring of next year, but not without sampling more of the reverend's ample sauce. 3 17 year old congregation member Zeff Underwood walked into the reverend's office for his weekly scheduled appointment. Zeff (a slimly build track star for his school) had come to the reverend a few weeks ago with the belief that he might be gay. Zeff confessed that he had always had feelings for men for as long as he could remember. In fact, he masturbated nightly to the idea of performing fellatio on his mother's 32 year old boyfriend (Maximilian). Reverend Holmes decided to treat the teen with kid gloves, taking baby steps to teach and train the boy how to successfully please a male's phallus. While the church frowned upon homosexuality as a whole, Reverend Holmes believed it was still up to the individual to chose, and the individual should be well skilled before making their final decision. What started off as fondling and gentle petting on the reverend's part (exciting the 17 y/o virgin to no end), escalated into Zeff licking and suckling his pastor's big dick after church services and during his scheduled weekly appointments. Reverend Holmes wanted Zeff to understand ALL the pains of homosexual sex, so he instructed the boy to practice fingering his own asshole, fitting another finger in weekly until he was finally able to fit his entire palm inside his anus. Zeff practiced this exercise every night, adding more fingers weekly until finally he was able to shove half of his hand into his own ass while masturbating his stiff dick. Upon making his next appointment, Reverend Holmes decided to treat the boy to the pains of anal sex, telling the youth that it was a practice most homosexual engage to see if they are truly gay. Zeff was eager to find out if his soul was worth saving, or if he would be forever sentenced to damnation? Reverend Holmes locked the door to his office, then instructed the boy to strip naked. Pulling a large jar of lubricant from his secret drawer (for such emergencies), he anointed a very generous amount of the water based lubricant to the boy's nearly hairless asshole, and his big thick 8" dick. Zeff was worried as the reverend's manhood seemed so huge, but the pastor calmed him by stating "if we are successful, think of all the joy you will receive performing for your mother's boyfriend." This made Zeff more eager than ever as the reverend placed his huge hard dick up to his virgin hole... Indeed sheathing his enormously fat appendage up the boy's virgin anus took some doing. 17 year old Zeff believed it was the hardest thing he had ever done. He grit his teeth and prayed that his asshole would stretch wide enough to house the reverend's big penis, but it wasn't until Reverend Holmes covered his mouth with his hand and forced his big dick into the tiny hole that they achieved penetration. Zeff was in serious pain, but the pastor reasoned that "sin hurts in the end!" He fucked poor Zeff across his desk, holding his hand over the boy's muffled mouth the entire time. He rammed his dick back and forth, robbing him of his precious cherry before blasting the teenager's gut with its first ever load of salty cum. Zeff felt the reverend fucking into him harder, driving his big dick deeper as he began to gasp and praise how hot and tight the boy's sweet sweet innards felt on his dick. Zeff felt as if he were being raped as pain shot through his aching bottom like a punch to the solar plexus. He tried screaming and struggling, but the big man was far too strong for him, easily holding him down as he had his way with him. With his eyes closed (so he couldn't see himself sin), the reverend shoved inward one last time (holding his pulsating prick balls deep in the teenager's convulsing hole) and blasted his entrails with a copious load of his juices. Zeff felt the reverend's load flooding his bowels, filling him with his reproductive sperms. Strangely enough (while in pain during the duration on the sex session), Zeff felt spiritually connected with the good reverend, believing his seed bought forth spiritual knowledge and peace. He left the reverend's office that night limping, but feeling better about himself than he ever had. He would go back to his mother's house and inform her boyfriend of his newly acquired skills, offering the ex-convict his body. Maximilian would eventually take Zeff up on his offer one day after his mother had left for work, keeping the boy home from school and butt fucking him nearly a dozen times into the early evening hours when his mother returned home from work. Max would then perform sexually with his woman, cumming inside her vagina while but thinking of her son down the hall. That affair would last until Beverly Underwood finally grew tired of her non-working lover and kicked him out of the house. Zeff would be devastated, but would then find solace once he heads off to Jeremiah University where he becomes the sex slave of his college roommate. 4 40 year old Jerome Taylor entered the reverend's office for his own appointment. After revealing to him that he was the `project whore' for drug dealers (chap-10), Reverend Holmes invited Jerome to perform for him some of the tasks he did for the dealers, to see if he truly enjoyed them or if he were merely obligating an oral contract he had with the lead dealer? Jerome sucked his pastor to completion, swallowing his warm sperms before going home more confused than when he came in. Reverend Holmes suggested more private sessions, scheduling Jerome for Wednesday nights after group therapy. Jerome entered the office strangely excited. All day at work he busied himself, knowing that at the end of the day he would be getting pounded in his pastor's office by a new dick. The thought of his pastor's penis as `new dick' sickened him, and excited him all at once. Indeed it would be the first time the reverend had ever fucked him (hence the phrase `new dick'), but Jerome had been hoping the reverend would magically cure him of his desires to get fucked. Reverend Holmes sat behind his desk when Jerome walked in. "ah brother Taylor, right on time...!" smiled the pastor as he closed his financial books. "Are we ready to continue what we started last week?" he asked with a grin. "Yes, sir!" answered Jerome, his dick already tenting his trousers as his asshole moistened automatically. "Good! I need you to strip naked for me..., then get into that chair over there on your knees with your ass facing me!" "Okay..." said Jerome, taking off his clothes. It felt strange stripping naked in church, in the reverend's office, but Jerome had to believe that his pastor knew what he was doing. After stripping, Jerome climbed up into one of the visitor's chairs, his big round girly ass facing the reverend. Reverend Holmes stared at Jerome's ass for a long time, admiring the shapely curves ANY woman would have been proud to own (and his wife secretly envied). Under his desk, Holmes rubbed the large bulge tenting down his pant-leg, imagining how good it would feel to slowly slide his manhood up the married man's backside. He got up from his seat, ordering Jerome to keep his eyes facing forward. Slowly he rounded his desk, amazed that a man's ass could look so feminine. Standing behind it, he reached out and touched it, caressing the soft smooth skin which jiggled upon contact. Pulling the cheeks apart, he admired the deep (nearly hairless) crevice while eye-balling the tender hole hiding between. `It certainly looked delicious' he thought to himself, unzipping his pants to free his fat erection. Jerome did as the Preacher said and kept his eyes forward, his ass hiked high in the air as he waited with anticipation. He felt oil being dripped down onto his ass, then felt the pastor's huge hands massaging the slick liquid into his skin and ass crack. Slick fingers found his asshole, pushing into the experienced ring. Jerome felt 3 fingers before he felt the pastor pull out and press his super wide dick up between the cheeks. The double sized head pushed into his ass, wedging open his anus as it began to force through his rectum. Jerome squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his asshole being stretched wide, his tender rectum filled with the double sized stuffed dick. "aaarrrrrhhhhhh...!!" he groaned as the dick forced through his anal ring. Reverend Holmes' dick may not have been as long as Kane's or Pooh's (chap-6), but it was definitely the fattest dick the married man had ever had inside him. "shhhh...!" shushed the married reverend, pressing his hairy pelvis into Jerome's plush backside. "I'm not trying to have everyone out there hear us...!" "I'm sorry...!" groaned Jerome, biting his lower lip to bared the pain. "It's just so..., THICK!" "Yeah..., I know..." prided the reverend. Once settled in, reverend Holmes ground his groin into Jerome's ass, allowing the anal muscles a chance to relax and stretch around his embedded monster. Jerome's ass cheeks shook and quaked from the abnormal penetration, slowly adjusting to the width widening the expanding passage. Holmes watched as the jiggly cheeks shook before him, dancing on his dick. Just watching the sweet looking cheeks dance with excitement made him WANT to fuck. Unable to hold back any longer, he started thrusting, pulling and pushing his fat dick in and out of the succulently sucking hole. Jerome fought not to groan too loudly as his asshole was fucked by the widest dick he ever encountered. He could feel his innards being pulling out with every withdrawal, his clinging rectum hugging to the sliding shaft as it turned inside out to accommodate. Reverend Holmes was in heaven as he fucked the grand ass before him. Looking down, he loved the way his thick dick looked sliding out of the hole. Indeed he could clearly see brother Jerome's inner anal lips being pulled outward along with his withdrawing dick. The hole would blossom crimson red as fleshy interior turned outward, dragged from its normal setting inside before slipping back down his shaft. Then just before the good reverend's dick would pop out, he'd change course and drive his hips forward again, reburying his rod in Jerome's aching depths for another gut wrenching plunge. Repeating the act a few hundred times, Reverend Holmes affectively fucked Jerome a new asshole, stretching the sore anal ring until eventually it began to loosen and hug his shaft gentler. Once the ring relaxed, he was able to fuck it deeper, plowing his way through the church member's backside as if it were made especially for this task. For the first 30 minutes Jerome crouched in excruciating pain, feeling the tremendous force of a tree stomp moving in and out of his ass. But as his asshole began to relax and (amazingly) lubricate itself, he noticed that the dick began moving easier, sliding smoother through his body as if the shaft had somehow shrank. Holmes noticed the difference as well, as his hips began to slap into Jerome's upturned cheeks quicker. "Oh god..." he gasped as he began fucking Jerome's harder. "...this ass is wonderful! It's self lubricating..., just like a woman's vagina!" Jerome wasn't sure he liked that analogy, but he couldn't deny the fact that his asshole was becoming wetter. He could literally hear the wet sloppy noises emitting from inside his body as the dick plunged in and out of his depths with every thrust. Reverend Holmes held Jerome's tan cheek wide apart, watching his slick shaft slide through the gaping hole as he plunged back and forth. Losing control of his stroke, he began pounding into the plump ass, driving his slick rod even deeper. Jerome held onto the back of the chair for support, his knees pressed together his he arched his back to raise his buttock. Holmes slammed his pelvis home again and again, his hairy ball sac slapping into Jerome's, Jerome could sense the reverend getting close as he began to fuck with wild abandon. The reverend tossed back his head as he tilted his eyes towards the heaven. Joyous birds began to sing as Reverend Holmes slammed his hips in one last time, then felt his dick burst a spool of white hot cum directly into brother Jerome's sweet accepting hole. "Oh jesus...! Praised Be! Oh sweet lord I'm coming...! I'm coming...! Oh DAMN I'm coming...!!" Jerome felt the final thrust as Reverend Holmes's dick plunged into his juicy rectum, then started hosing it with thick rich jets of creamy sperm. The heavy dosage filled his colon to capacity as the cum gushed from the reverend's widened piss slit with cannon like force. He ground his pelvis into the married man's ass, making sure he received every ounce of his rich offering. Jerome panted like a baby as the cum poured into him. Pressing his ass back, he accepted all the Preacher had to give, his gracious ass swallowing every last drop administered. Then (and only then) did Reverend Holmes pull himself from the hole, his heavy dick falling limply over his depleted balls. "Well brother Jerome..., how do you feel now...?" he asked, wiping his wet dick off with a handkerchief. Jerome slowly (carefully) climbed out of the chair, turning around and pulling his pants and underwear up over his ravished ass... "Sore..." he admitted honestly, "...but otherwise good...!" "And..." continued the reverend, tucking his meat back in his trousers as he zipped up the merchandise. "...did you enjoy it as much as you do with your drug dealer friends...?" Jerome thought about it for all of 2 seconds, then grinned... "More..." he admitted sheepishly, as the two men planned the next appointment... ___________________________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com All questions comments and suggestions to the email address above, or join me on Facebook to leave thoughts about this or other story titles you may have enjoyed.