ALL IN THE FAMILY

Inspiration

Ruth spotted the puddle from ten paces away. Somebody’s brat had spilled juice and no one was
bothering to clean it up. Where in tarnation is Otis? He’s suppose to post in the cafeteria after
sunday school. This is his job. She didn’t have time for this; church services start in less than
forty-five minutes. She raced out of cafeteria to track down Otis, her heels clacking loudly on the
faux marble. She slowed down as she passed the pastor’s office. Visualizing the “spiritual inspiration”
her husband was receiving caused her stomach to knot.

“Aaaahh, yeah.” Pastor Billy was thoroughly enjoying his weekly Sunday Delight – naked before the
Lord. Only a terry cloth towel separated him from his overstuffed leather office chair.

“Mmmmmm,” hummed the busty blonde kneeling between his legs, clearly enjoying her work. Her
warm, bare breast caressed the pastor’s thighs as she moved, heightening his pleasure.

“It’s rare to find one so willing to please,” thought the pastor. Her tongue was flickering
on the head of his penis like a big, red butterfly while her hand lightly cupped his balls.

“Yeah, this one was truly a blessing.”

Her head plunged down on his dick, smothering it in sweet warmth; the feeling radiated throughout
his entire pelvis. Slowly she withdrew, the air cooling her warm saliva. Her tongue was doing
a hula dance under the head of his penis as the vacuum of her mouth made maddeningly delicious
sucking sounds. Pastor Billy peeled his eyes to look down, seeing only the top of her head
lazily bobbing like an oil derrick; no quizzical eyes seeking his approval. This girl was totally
involved in his pleasure. His pulse began to quicken as she held him over the edge; vertigo made
the room spin. He could hold back no more. Grabbing a handful of hair, he held her in place as he
plunged deep, his body spasming and jerking as the blowback filled his crotch. Collapsing back into
his chair, pastor Billy was feeling divine inspiration. Praise Jesus!

Ruth’s New Ministry


Ruth was completely frazzled by the time she reached the supply room. Otis was going to get an
earful, she told herself as she stepped in.

“Wha-?” The shock overhelmed her at first. Her brain couldn’t register the images her eyes were
sending back to it.

A huge black man was stroking his gigantic cock with one hand; the other pressing a pair of pink
panties over his mouth and nose, muffling barely audible grunts. Euphoria beamed from his face
as his head tilted back in almost forty-five degree angle.


“OTIS!” The shout shocked him out of his wanton state; the panties fell to the floor. Ruth was on
him in less than a heartbeat, arms flailing, trying to deliver punishing blows.

“You sonofabitch!” The blows were landing on nothing but arms and elbows; Otis was a foot taller
than his assailant.

“That’s my daughter!” She was running out of steam. Pure adrenaline and anger had gotten her this
far but sher was fading fast.

“I didn’t know,” Otis protested. “I just found them.”

“Otis?” Ruth was practically doubled over gasping for air. “You put your hands on my baby?”
“No, ma’am.”
“You put your hands on my baby?!” she screamed with all the might she had left.
“No, ma’am. I found them. I swear.” Otis started to put his business back in his pants.
“No! You leave it out. You think the Lord didn’t see what you were doing?”

Ruth walked over and locked the door, never looking up from the huge phallus swinging between
the janitor’s powerful thighs. His heavy breathing was causing it to sway in a hypnotic motion.

“You want to keep you job here, Otis?” Ruth asked walking toward Otis.

“Yes, ma’am. You and pastor been nothing but good to me.” Ruth was now toe to toe.

“We can’t have you around children when you mind is like this, Otis. Why aren’t you married?
Can’t you see not having a help meet has left the door open for Satan?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Otis was sweating profusely. Ruth could smell it.
“If you had a wife, Otis, she would have her hands on you, not yourself, and you would be thinking
of her.” Ruth reach down for a handful of Otis. She couldn’t believe how heavy it was.
“Aren’t you thinking about me now, Otis?” Otis hesitated, not quite knowing how to answer.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“You not thinking about any little girls are you?” Ruth squeezed for emphasis.
“No, ma’am.” he barely got it out.
“When you play with your penis, Otis, all sorts of evil fill your head. It’s the Devils doorway. So
we mustn’t play with our penis, Otis.” Ruth squeezed again.
“Yes, ma,am,” Otis grunted.
“Now, I’m going to help you ’til we find you a good christian wife. I won’t let the Devil have you, Otis.
You’re like family to us.” Ruth couldn’t believe the power that was surging through this frightening
tool she held in her hand. Slowly she moved her hand up and down it enjoying the dual sensations of
admiration and fear.


“What we’re about to do is a sin, Otis. But he Lord will understand. These are his children we’re
protecting.”
“Yes, ma’am”. The penis in Ruth’s hand started to grow even bigger. “How big is this anaconda?” she
wondered.
“What’s this lubricant on your penis?”
“This.” Otis retrieved a large bottle from the shelf behind him.
“Olive oil? Well, ok. I’m going to need alot. Pastor Billy has a baby carrot. Yours must come from a
whole nother garden.” Ruth kicked off her shoes, wiggled out of her panty hose and panties, hiked
up her skirt, and used a folding chair to climb up on the edge of an old conference table. Her legs
were spread wide. Otis would be only the second man to gaze at her Holy of Holies.


“Come on, Otis!