BRUTHALY LUV -35
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Play date over Charmaine's house, seemed a little MORE intense than usual, when Crystal came in with her 8 year old daughter Rachelle. Rachelle immediately spotted her cousins (Janetta, Aaron, and Charlie) playing in the living room, and ran over to join in as Crystal met with the mothers' in the kitchen. Immediately upon entering she could feel a cold reception from Demeece (who was wearing large dark sunglasses indoors to hide her face). Crystal had just got her coffee and barely sat down when Demeece suddenly announced she had to be leaving...
"Already...?" asked Crystal, as Deme stood up. "...I just got here...! The kids've barely had time to play...!"
"Well I've been here for the past 20 minutes..." said Deme, paying Crystal no mind. "...if you want the kids to play together longer..., you might want to be here ON TIME!" she added, grabbing her children's coats...
"If you have errands to run, Deme..., Crys and I would gladly sit with your children until you get back!"
Deme hesitated... "You sure...?" she asked, unsure.
"Yeah girl...go do whatever you have to do...! It's no problem!" assured Charmaine.
"Thanks!" said Deme, needing some time to herself as she rushed for my door.
"What's HER problem...?" asked Crystal angrily, pissed that Deme might have a THING against her.
"It's not YOU, honey..." assured Charmaine, looking out the front window to make certain Deme got in her car and drove away. "...it's that HUSBAND of hers...!" she added, walking back to the kitchen table to gossip.
"Milt...?" questioned Crys, believing their marriage was a paradise.
"Well girl, you ain't heard it from ME..., but Milt done found out that first baby ain't his..., and he done LIFT Deme high and dry with the kids without telling her Where went! She's been calling all over town looking for him, and no one's seen him in days!"
"You're lying...!" Said Crystal, not believing a word of it.
"It's true, chile..." said Charmaine. "...she told me Linda told Milt, and Milt demanded a DNA test!"
"Oh my gosh..." sounded Crystal, covering her mouth in disbelief. "...not miss high and mighty' my marriage is the bomb diggity' `we walk on water --Hallelujah' Demeece Howard from West Philly...! She CHEATED on Milt...? With WHO...??"
"That's the BEST part..." said Charmaine, slapping Crystal's forearm while shaking her head in dismay. "...with Reverend Malcolm H. Holmes from The Church Of Families Of Christianity...!" he announced, bowing her head in homage.
"With Reverend HOLMES...??!?" questioned Crystal, in complete shock. "Oh she's going straight to HELL for that one!" she added, stirring her coffee.
"She's been having an ongoing affair with him since she was 17...!" informed Charmaine, causing Crystal's jaw to drop to dislocate. "HE took her virginity! He was the first MAN she'd ever been with!"
"Oh my gosh..., I always thought that reverend was sleazy...!" said Crystal, picturing the way he would stare her up and down at church services. "I feel sorry for poor Milt..." added Crystal, sympathetically. "...not only to find out that your `holier than thou' wife was unfaithful..., but to find out that the child you THOUGHT was your, isn't...! He's got to be going through some wild emotions right now!"
"I know I thought I lost it when I found out Carl was fucking MEN..." recalled Charmaine, "...the pain was devastating...! I felt so inadequate as a woman! HOW could my husband go to MEN to fulfill his sexual needs...? What was so wrong with ME that he had to find gratification in a MAN'S asshole...??!"
Crystal looked intrigued...
"How DID you get over that...?" she inquired, curiously.
Charmaine hunched her shoulders, coming out of her trance...
"I woke up one days and realized that he went to men because I certainly was NEVER going to let him stick his dick in MY ASS!" she said confidently, causing Crystal to bust into laughter. "I'm serious..." said Charmaine, rolling her eyes at the thought. "...god make woman with a vagina for fucking and baring children..., the asshole is strictly for exit purposes only! Ain't NO MAN sticking his weewee in me back there! No way! No sir! No how!"
"I believe you...!" choked Crystal, practically in tears.
"How did YOU feel when Marlon finally came out and told you HE liked men...?" questioned Charmaine, curiously.
"uh..., it was a little different for me..." admitted Crystal, "...Marlon and I had been broken-up for years before he went to prison and became gay...!"
"So PRISON made Marlon gay...?" asked Charmaine.
"Well that's what Marlon says...!" said Crystal. "Not long after he was sentenced, did his cellmates start forcing him into sexual acts..."
"But..." thought Charmaine, not totally buying that as an excuse. "...if he didn't LIKE it to begin with..., he wouldn't have ever continued doing it once he got out of prison...!" she theorized.
"I don't know..." said Crystal, not totally understanding the change herself. "...when WE dated he seemed straight...!"
"DID he...?" questioned Charmaine, skeptically. "He didn't ask you to do weird sex acts like lick his asshole, for have anal sex with you before he went to prison...?"
"No." answered Crystal. "It was NORMAL stuff...!" she recalled, thinking back.
Charmaine shook it off.
"I just think it's awfully STRANGE that a guy can go into prison completely straight, then come out of prison totally gay...! It just seems to throw a money-wrench in the whole `are they born THAT way' theory!"
"I think SOME are..." said Crystal, feeling the need to defend Marlon. "...our roommate Curtis was bisexual..., and HE used to tell me all the time that he always felt sexually drawn to both sexes...! So I believe it's possible to be born gay...! I also don't think it's completely out of the question that Marlon BECAME gay after being molested by those MEN for a full year! I read somewhere that victims tend to fall in love or develop `feelings' for their rapists..., especially if it's been happening over a long period of time...! Even Oprah spoke of having feels for the family member that incest her...! I believe THAT'S what happened to Marlon...!"
"Whatever..." said Charmaine, wondering how her husband got sucked into it? "...this's making my head hurt..., how bout a lil' GIN to spice up these coffees...?" she asked as a remedy.
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With Crystal and Rachelle gone over auntie Charmaine's for a play-date with the cousins, Dan had free reign to venture downstairs into Marlon's basement bedroom for another round of `hide the salami'.
Marlon was still sleeping downstairs in the basement when Crystal left. Dan waited until he heard the front door slam shut before he went to the front bedroom window to watch Crystal and her daughter drive off. Then Dan made a bee-line straight downstairs into Marlon's bedroom, finding the sexy 26 year old sleeping facedown in bed. Dan's dick was already hard the moment he started down the cellar stairs. He grabbed the bottom of Marlon's sheets, then slowly pulled them down off his bare ass. Dan couldn't help stroking his long sausage for a moment, loving the wat Marlon's ass looked in the dim basement lighting. Climbing up onto the bed, he grabbed a bottle of lubricant off the bed stand, then anointed some to Marlon's ass crack and his dick.
Marlon slept soundly through the pouring of lubricant, feeling nothing until Dan's middle fingers penetrated his anus, forcing through up to the third knuckles.
"Damn that ass is sweet!" thought Dan aloud, stroking his dick with one hand, while greasing Marlon's warm accepting furnace of an ass with the other.
Removing his fingers, Dan climbed up on top of Marlon, then slowly sank all 11 rock solid inches of his stiff manhood into Marlon's asshole. Instinctively Marlon groaned, elevating his ass for further impalement. It wasn't until Dan was balls deep and grinding his pubes into Marlon's bare cheeks that Marlon awakened, feeling completely stuffed full of dick.
"Uhhhhhhhh...!" he moaned, looking back over his shoulder dreamingly, unsure if he was awake?
Dan rotated his hips against Marlon's ass, making sure his thick dick churned in that hot heated furnace he called his asshole, forcing it to bend at his will. Marlon (now fully awake) groaned erotically as he became acutely aware of his circumstances.
"Where's Crystal...?" he inquired, knowing it was risky of Dan to fuck him is SHE was still in the house.
"Visiting Charmaine..." whispered Dan, "...don't worry about HER..., this is YOU and ME time!"
Marlon relaxed underneath Dan's thrusting body, as the older man got into fuck mode.
The first 10 minutes or so of fucking was Dan just enjoying the thrills and feels of Marlon's wet manhole, dipping and digging his dick in and out of the warm wet orifice before him, lazily enjoying the sweet suction his back and forth thrusts created. Marlon too enjoyed this transitory phase as well, the gentle in/out probing of his hole caused his anus to flower open in response, the sphincter muscles receiving a gentle but constant massage from the thrusting phallus.
But after awhile lust began to take over Dan's movements, causing him to fuck harder and deeper. As the sex started to become more raw and energized, Marlon's anus began to close up involuntarily and suck the plunging shaft as it passed through the awakening sphincter muscles.
Soon Dan was pounding Marlon's ass, slapping his pelvic bone against his bare bottom, ramming everything he had into the accepting orifice with all the strength he could muster.
Marlon took the rough fucking like a champion jockey, spreading his legs and elevating his ass temptingly, allowing a bigger, firmer target. Dan's ball deep plunges were head-on, spearing Marlon straight through the gut like a harpoon or sword, stabbing him over and over again repeatedly like a horror victim and causing Marlon's hard dick to spew cum against the sheets naturally, without even having to touch himself.
Dan heard Marlon's now familiar pants and groan from orgasm, then felt his anal muscles contract and massage his dick like a pair of hungry lips as he continued to plow straight through him like a freight train. Marlon tilted his head back to nestle his head in the crook of Dan's neck affectionately, becoming tied to the man who had been seeding his ass for weeks..., but Dan wasn't feeling the same connection. Dan pressed Marlon's head down against the bed and began banging the living shit from his hole. With Marlon's face buried in the sheets, his screams and yips were muffled from the neighbors next door as Dan went on a rampage straight through his ass.
"Yeah bitch...take this dick! Take it!" he snarled, fucking painfully deep as Marlon howled into the mattress like a wounded animal. "Be a fucking man and TAKE this dick! Yeah! YEAH! I'm about to flood that pussy, bitch! You WANT that nutt don't you, whore...? You WANT me to sperm your cunt...to make you my lady..., don't you?!"
"Ye...yes...!" shouted Marlon, biting his bottom lip to keep from alerting the neighborhood.
"That'll NEVER happen...you know why...?" asked Dan, never missing a beat as he continued to plunge and fuck. "Because you're nothing but a cumdump for men like ME...!" added Dan, harshly. "You'll NEVER have a respectable man OR woman as your lover again! Everyone will know your dick is worthless, and your ass is nothing but pussy to be fucked and cummed in! No GAY man would ever want you again...and no straight woman would ever satisfy your hole like I can!"
To emphasize his point, Dan gripped the back of Marlon's neck and, holding him in submissive DOG position and POUNDED his hole like a union worker on overtime. Marlon's back hunched over like a camel's, trying (unsuccessfully) to limit Dan's depths as his dickhead hit spots even Curtis (Marlon's former 12" lover's) dick didn't reach. Drunk on power, Dan hammered Marlon into the mattress, beating his ass with his hips as he drove his dick well past the 11 inches it was measured to be.
"Here comes your gift, bitch...!" warned Dan, announcing his impending climax. Marlon felt the last dozen or so brutal thrusts impale him, then felt Dan plunge into him one last time before holding completely still. "Take it! Take it all...! YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH...!!"
Marlon felt Dan's dick plunge well into his bowels, then felt the dick swell and throb before it finally burst the first in a series of huge wads of sperm into his gut. "AARRRRRHHHHHHH...!!" groaned Dan as his dick pulsated gush after hot heated gush of thick warm semen into Marlon's bruised and aching innards. Marlon could feel the cum rushing over his sore parts, soothing the irritated flesh with natural lubricant.
Dan collapsed down on top of him, leaving his dick lodged balls deep as it continued to drain inside. Marlon's couldn't help massaging the long rubbery shaft with his anal muscles, subconsciously milking the dick of its cream even when he wasn't aware he was doing it.
Dan rolled off...
"Best to get back upstairs and shower before Crys gets back home and wants a nooner...!" joked Dan (only half serious), as he jumped from Marlon's bed.
Marlon was still lying on his stomach, his pleasantly aching ass still turned towards the ceiling...
"Dan...?" he called, as the older man reached down onto the floor for his bathrobe.
"Yeah?" he asked absentmindedly, trying to figure out which side was inside...?
"That STUFF you just said to me while we were making love..." continued Marlon, sounding more like a lost kid than a grown man at heart. "...did you MEAN it..., or was that just pillow talk...?"
Dan looked down at Marlon...
"What do YOU think...?" he asked, placing his arm through one of the openings.
"I dunno..." said Marlon, "...I'm HOPING it was just pillow talk..., that you don't really think those things about me...!"
Dan smirked, placing his other arm though the opening behind his back...
"Listen..." he said, thoughtfully. "...guys like YOU aren't meant to be in serious relationships with anybody...! Guys like YOU...could never completely satisfy a woman the way a woman NEEDS to be satisfied...! First off, your dick's not big enough to penetrate her walls properly...! And second, you don't hold the right temperament..., a woman wants a man who's take charge, who's reliable and dependable when she needs a strong arm...! That ain't you!" Marlon lowered his head. "And as far as other MEN are concerned..., what GUY, besides a dominate top, will want to waste his time on you...? Granted you have some good pussy..., but you're a guy...! He can't take you home to his parents..., he can't take you around his hommies..., they'll all see right through you..., they'll all KNOW you're a bitch just waiting for your next fuck...!"
Dan studied Marlon's saddened face as he tired a loop around his waist... "That's why you need a guy like ME around...! I'm the only one that can appreciate what a good pussy bottom you are! I'm the only one who will take care of you, and feed that hungry cunt of yours on a regular! Understand...?"
"Yeah..." answered Marlon, accepting Dan's words as a possible truth, even as he felt the man's seed already starting to dribble from his gut.
"Good. Cause as long as you willing to give up that hole, I'm willing to take it!" he said in parting, leaving Marlon to stew in his comments.
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THE CHURCH OF FAMILIES OF CHRISTIANITY
31 year old Demeece Howard got out of her car and stormed into her family's church. It was mid-morning (just before noon) when she walked in, finding a spattering of people scheduled for alone time with the good reverend.
"Demeece..." called the secretary, recognizing the long time member. "...what can we do for you today...?"
"I need to see Malcolm...!" said Deme, firmly.
"uh...okay..." said Martha, looking at the schedule, "...there are a few people ahead of you..."
"I don't care about that..." said Deme, not taking `no' for an answer. "...TELL him I'm out here and I need to speak to him NOW!" insisted the married woman.
Martha looked agitated, but called the reverend's desk phone anyway, interrupting his current consultation.
"Reverend...?" she said into the telephone receiver, "...I have Demeece Howard out here, she says she needs to speak to you..."
"Privately!" stated Deme, out loud.
"...privately...!" added Martha. "Yes. Okay." said the older woman, hanging up. "He'll be right out."
"Thank you." said Deme, clutching her purse as she turned around to see the Reverend's other appointments giving her the evil eye for busting ahead of them. Deme ignored the odd looks as Reverend Holmes came out of his private office...
"Deme..." he said, looking happy to see her. "...is everything okay...?"
"No..., I need to TALK to you...NOW...!" said Deme, sounding urgent.
Reverend Holmes turned to his secretary...
"uh, Martha..., I'm going to step outside to talk privately to Miss Howard..., let my appointments know I'll be back as soon as possible, and that I apologize for any inconvenience...!"
"Yes sir!" said Martha, getting up to talk to the people waiting in the foyer while Reverend Holmes escorted Demeece out the backdoor to the parking lot.
"What's the problem, Deme...?" he asked, once outside alone.
"Milton KNOWS!" said Deme, sounding frustrated.
"He know...?" asked Holmes, staying calm and collected. "What does he know...?"
Deme slapped her palm over her forehead in disbelief (knowing better than to run her fingers through her shoulder length weave)...
"He KNOWS Jannetta's not his daughter...!" she said, turning to face him.
"How does he know...?" asked Holmes, wanting details.
"My girlfriend Linda told him that I didn't know WHO my baby's daddy was..., and Milt insisted on having a DNA Test done...!" explained Deme.
"And HOW did Linda find out...??" asked Holmes, rising his voice slightly.
"I told her!" said Deme. "She was my FRIEND...I trusted her!"
"You had ME for that...!" said Holmes, "I told you NOT to tell anyone...!"
"Whatever! What're we gonna do about it now...?!" asked Deme.
"Does Milton know WHO the baby daddy is...?" asked Holmes.
"No." answered Deme, confidently.
"Are you sure...?" asked Holmes, "He didn't ask...?!"
"No..." answered Deme, "...you think he should've...?"
"Well if I were your husband and had just found out that one of my children weren't mine..., I'd be all over you to find out exactly WHO the father was...!"
Deme started to look even more worried...
"So you think he knows...?" she asked, curiously.
"I don't know..." said Holmes, thinking. "...maybe we should schedule a consultation with him...?" he suggested.
"I don't even know where Milton's living at the moment..." said Demeece, "...he's been staying away ever since we got the results back...!"
"What do you think he'll do...?" asked the Reverend.
"I don't know..." admitted the married mother of two. "...we still have Aaron together..., he can't deny HIM as his child...!"
"Keep me informed..." said Holmes, hoping he wouldn't ever be financially compelled. "...I'm sure once he calms down, he'll come back when he realizes what he's about to lose...!"
"I hope so!" said Deme, giving the Reverend a quick hug before heading back to her car.
The Reverend watched her walk away, his eyesight fixated on her voluptuous ass before she hopped into her car to drive off. The Reverend smiled to himself, recalling the first time he saw Demeece sitting in his congregation, looking like a bright red cherry ready to burst with juice. He wooed her, taking his time to gain her full trust and admiration before finally taking her virginity. His dick stirred in his pants as the memory of that fine day danced in his head, waving goodbye as she pulled out of the parking lot. Had it not been for her `pregnancy', they'd probably still be fucking til this day.
Reverend Holmes shook his head at himself for spreading himself too thin. He walked back into the church through the same door he left out of, to find his appointments still waiting, along with another unexpected guest...
"Reverend..." said Martha, standing up behind her tiny receptions desk. "...Deme's HUSBAND is here to talk to...!" she warned, just before Holmes saw Milton standing in the foyer.
"OH..." he said, trying to look indifferent. "...uh...Milton, right...?" he laughed, knowing exactly who he was when he saw him. "It's been a while...! I haven't seen too much of you since I married you and Demeece almost 6 years ago...! What can I do for you tonight...?" he asked, daringly.
Milt walked up to the Reverend, then unexpectedly (as if done in slow motion) reared back with his hand, then slammed his right fist directly into the Reverend's face, knocking him out cold. Reverend Holmes fell backwards like fall timber, landing on the red carpeted floor like a heavy log, spread out cold turkey. Miss Martha and the members waiting to meet with Holmes jumped up from their seats, but no one touched or said anything to Milton, who was obviously angered about something. They watched as he turned and walked away, content with his the results of his actions. Miss Martha ran to the Reverend's aid, as several members called for police on their cell phones...
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