Hot Interracial Sex He rode into our valley in the summer of '89, a giant of a black man
dressed in clothes as dark as his skin. He was tall and terrible in the
road looming up gigantic in the half-light. I was a kid then, watching
him approaching from several miles off. Even from a distance there was
something about him. My pa came out just as he rode up to our ranch.
"I'd appreciate some water for my horse," said the black giant.
"Help yourself stranger," said my pa. "Troughs around back. Take all the
water you need.
I watched the man ride around back. He had a gun on his hip and a
Winchester rifle sticking up from his saddle. I would have followed him,
but at that moment some of Bodie's men rode up to hassle my father. They
came from the opposite direction the black man had, from where Bodie
drove his herds. My ma came out on the porch then to see what all the
fuss was about.
"My you fill out that dress right nicely, ma'am," said one of the thugs
leaning down on his saddle.
"What do you men wan't?" asked my father stepping in front of mother.
The cowboy's eyes lingered on mother a second before speaking again. "Mr
Bodie still wants this land."
"It's not for sale."
"Who said anything about buying it," said the cowboy resting his hand on
the pistol dangling from his hip.
Then I watched as the cowboy's eyes grew wide and he slowly removed his
hand from the gun. He was staring over my shoulder. I turned to look,
the black man was standing behind me with the rifle slung over his
shoulder. His eyes were cold, but he smiled and said, "Thanks for the
water sir."
"Think about what we said," growled the cowboy turning his horse and
galloping off. The two others followed him.
Father watched them go an angry look on his face before turning to the
black man and smiling. "Well stranger, seeing how it's getting late and
that horse of your could probably use a rest, why don't you join us for
dinner? You can bed down in the barn tonight."
"Much obliged sir," said the black man.
"I'm Elijah. You won't regret it stranger, Hetty's the best cook in the
Wyoming territory."
"Call me Shame," he said. He never told us more.
********************
Pa didn't lie about mother's cooking. Dinner consisted of chicken,
cornbread, beans, and fresh apple pie. Both Shame and Pa greedily
shoveled ma's food into their mouths.
My sister showed up about half-way through dinner and Ma flashed her an
angry glance for being late. Mary, my sister seemed fascinated with
Shame, as was I. I quietly ate, staring at Shame the whole time. Between
mouthfuls, he spent all his time staring at ma and my sister.
"What's so interesting boy," said Shame finally tuning his attention on
me.
"Mr Shame," I blurted out. "Whys your skin so dark? You burnt in a fire
or something?"
Mother gasped. Father said, "He's a black man Caleb. Now hush up."
We finished eatting and Shame sat back contentedly and patted his belly.
"Ma'am that was the best meal I ever had." Ma blushed. She loved feeding
us.
After dinner, pa got out his pipe and I was ushered off up stairs to
bed. I tried to listen, but all I could hear were mumbles.
********************
Hetty peeked through the barn door at the black man. A lantern lit the
room. Shame was unrolling a bedroll on the cot Elijah had built for a
farm hand that Bodie's men had run off.
"Can I help you ma'am?" asked Shame without turning. It was like he was
aware of everything around him whether he was staring at it or not.
Hetty walked in and Shame slowly turned to face her. "Mr Shame, I was
wondering if you'd like to stay on and work for us. My husband could
sure use the help."
"Help on the farm or help from those men?"
Hetty blushed and looked at her feet. "Both sir."
"Elijahs a big man. How come he didn't stand up to them?"
"It's against our religion to raise our hands against another human
being, sir."
"A real man fights for what he believes in Hetty," said Shame. "What did
they wan't with you?"
"Mr Bodie is the most powerful cattleman in the valley. Us homesteaders
are standing in the way of his cattle drives forcing him further out of
his way. Our land has some springs on it, he needs to water his herd.
How about it, will you stay?"
"I've vowed never to work the dirt again ma'am," said Shame, "but I'd
consider staying if the price was right."
"We don't have much money, but we could offer food and shelter."
"Not enough," said Shame staring her in the eyes.
"What else then?"
"I ain't been with a woman in a long time Hetty," said Shame.
Hetty gasped. She fully believed that all men were animals and Hot Interracial Sex and Vicky followed. He had his jacket off, and his shirt was
tailored and it fit like a glove. John had a the classic V shape of a
great athlete. Through the shirt she could see the definition of very
clearly defined muscles.
John had most of the files already organized so it was quite easy for
Vick to file them very quickly. She was focused on her efforts and
didn't realize John was looking at her until she was bending over to
pick up the last few files. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that
John was looking directly at her cleavage. Her dress was such that she
didn't wear a bra when she wore it. The way she was bent over and the
way the dress was gaping, she knew that John had a very clear look at
her exposed breasts. She finished bending down to pick up the files and
paused for a moment. Even though she was no longer looking at John, she
could feel that he was still looking at her breasts. As she turned to
move the files she looked up and their eyes met. John smiled. Vickie
smiled back and turned to finish filing.
John walked out of the office and returned with a two glasses and a
bottle of wine. "Vick, you did such a nice job helping, how would you
like to join me for a glass of wine?" Now, while she enjoyed wine, she
really rarely had it. When she did drink wine, one glass would get her
pretty well stiffed. But what the heck, she didn't really have anywhere
to be for a while, and it would be nice to be able to talk with her new
boss.
"Sure, I would love one." John filled her glass, handed it to her, and
made a quick toast. John was very interesting to listen to, and before
Vicky knew it, they had finished the bottle of wine. Damn, she
thought. Three glasses of wine. She didn't feel to bad though. Maybe
good wine doesn't have the same effect of the cheaper wine she usually
drank.
"Well Vick, are you ready to head on home?" "Yeah" Vicky responded,
"Let's go." She was surprised by the excitement she heard in her own
voice. As she stood up, she could feel that the wine had indeed had an
impact, just like cheap wine. She definitely had a rush. She turned
quickly and brushed against an open file drawer. "Damn", Vicky
muttered, "I just tore my hose. Excuse me John, I'll be right back."
In the bathroom she slid her panty hose off, happy to see that her tan
legs still looked great without stockings. Her underwear had pulled
down with the pantyhose. She started to put them back on, but then just
threw them in her purse along with her hose. She smiled to herself,
enjoying the thought of being secretly naughty. She walked Black Cock Dick Cumbang Gallery Hetty surprised at the suggestion.
"Why not?"
"A woman doesn't appear nude before a male, not even her husband."
"You should be proud of your body Hetty," said Shame. "You were built to
drive men wild."
Hetty blushed. "Thank you sir. I'll consider it." She turned and headed
back to the house to start dinner.
********************
Hetty climbed out of bed the moment Elijah began snoring. She had
thought about it all evening and decided Shame was right, going nude was
the best way to keep his sperm off her clothes. No man had ever seen her
nude and she couldn't believe she was about to show her body to a
virtual stranger. Then again, she couldn't believe a lot of things she
had done since Shame rode onto their land. Even stranger, she found
herself looking forward to meeting him each night.
Hetty crept downstairs and out the house. She was wearing her night
clothes. A knee length shift that covered her body from her neck to her
knees. It was designed to protect her modesty and to keep from driving
her husband wild. When fornication was a must, a proper lady just lifted
her shift up enough to allow her husband to enter her. Even then it was
always in the dark.
"I was beginning to wonder," said Shame as she entered the barn. He was
sitting nude on the cot. His long cock dangled over the side, soft, but
still eight inches long. Shame had no problem showing off his nude body.
"Forgive me sir, but I couldn't sneak away from Elijah until after we
went to bed."
"As long as your here. Now take that potato sack off," he ordered.
"Could you turn out the lantern?"
"No. You need to see what your doing to get it right."
Hetty hesitated, then shrugged and reached down to pull the shift off
over her head. Shames eyes grew wide as she revealed her body. First,
her thighs, her blonde pubic hair, her belly, hips, and finally her
large breasts. Hetty was of Nordic stock from Minnesota and her pubic
hair matched the hair on her head. She was tall and well built. Her
breasts had alway been proud and full, growing even bigger after the
births of her children. They were just starting to sag as she approached
forty. Her nipples were fat and long. They turned rock hard as the air
hit them. There was little fat on her body, what fat she had was
concentrated in her hips and rear giving her sexy curves.
Hetty didn't realize how beautiful she was. One of the reason she had
decided to appear nude before Shame was to see if the sight of her body
would drive him wild. She wasn't disappointed. Shame's cock went from
limp to rock hard in half a minute and his breathing had increased as he
stared at her.
Hetty didn't think she would like showing her nude body to a man and it
did make her feel exposed and vulnerable, but it also felt right and
natural. She kneeled between his legs as he sat on the cot. She reached
under the cot for the jar of honey she had left there and began coating
his cock until it shined in the light. Kneeling nude before Shame with
his cock in her hands also felt right and natural.
Like she had the two previous nights, she began sliding her hands along
the shaft. She watched fascinated as the plump head emerged with each
stroke.
She hadn't been stroking him for too long, when Shame said, "I'm getting
close Hetty, you'd best be clamping your lips around the end."
'Funny,' she thought, 'he wasn't showing the signs of approaching
orgasm.' His cock wasn't swelling, nor did the head look like it was
about to explode. She obeyed anyway and stretched her mouth wide over
the head, taking the tip in her mouth.
She tasted the honey on his cock and her tongue swirled around the head
to lap up more. Shame moaned when her tongue touched him. She continued
to lick the head for several minutes until his cock finally did start
swelling.
She could feel the head grow in her mouth and she thought she actually
could sense the pee-slit opening. Though prepared, the amount still
caught her off guard. His cum filled her mouth faster then she could
swallow. Sperm dribbled down her chin and she lost control long enough
to get a wad of cum splattered on her breasts before clamping her mouth
back over it.
Hetty leaned back and let his cock fall out of her mouth. She was
thankful she was nude or another dress would have been stained. Another
large drop of cum was forming at the end of Shame's cock. She leaned
forward and licked it off the slit. She was licking his sperm up from
under her chin as she went out to the well to clean up.
********************
I knew I shouldn't, but I just couldn't Mandingo Club
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Black Guys Cock time, John's black cock.
Over the years Vicky had been with a number of guys. And some were well
endowed. But she had never seen anything like this before. John's cock
was as thick as her forearm and it had to be at least 11 inches long.
God, maybe longer. She felt an immediate urge to get as close as
possible to John's cock. Vicky pulled away from John, pulled her dress
completely off and kneeled on the passenger seat so as to position
herself right above John's lap. His cock was right below her face now
and she had both of her hands wrapped around his shaft.
She still could not get over the sheer magnitude of what she had between
her hands. She slowly lowered her mouth and began to lick around the
large head. John leaned back to help her have access and moaned
softly. Vicky eased the head of John's cock into her mouth. It filled
up most of her mouth but she was able to take in another couple more
inches of his massive shaft. Vicky slowly and evenly moved his cock in
and out of her mouth while she swirled her tongue around the head and
used both of her hands to steadily stroke the shaft.
This was driving John nuts. He had good blow jobs before, but this one
was great. The moon made it quite light out, and John could clearly see
Vicky's beautiful body moving rhythmically next to him as she sucked his
cock.
It was about 8:30 in the evening. Vicky had noted the time when they
started kissing. She knew Steve wouldn't be home until well after
11:00. She felt comfortable that she had a good 2 hours before she
would have to send John off. In their current passion, however, they
did not notice the figure coming up the drive behind them.
Steve's meeting had ended much earlier tonight when the chairperson had
to leave early. This was the first time they ever had got out early.
Steve's friend drove, and he had dropped Steve off at the drive. Steve
was walking up the drive when he noticed a strange car around the back
side of the house. As he walked closer he could see there was at least
one person in the car. Steve went around a tree that was next to the
car. From here he could clearly see a black man and could hear him
moaning through the open car window.
"Oh my God Vicky, you give great head," John stated, "you suck so good
and make me so hard."
Shit, thought Steve. It's my wife. Steve could feel the anger flow
through his body. At first he wanted to kill the man with his wife.
But then a strange voyeuristic urge came over him. With John totally
focused on Vicky's beautiful body and Vicky busy blowing him, it was
easy for Steve to move Kacey Blacks On Blondes Black Dick Movies probably lying in bed
already asleep and for the first time in her life wanted to fornicate
with him.
When she felt she was decent enough. Hetty turned and quickly headed
towards the house and upstairs to Elijah.
*******************
Shame tore into ma's flapjacks with as much gusto as he had last nights
dinner. Everyone was quite that morning. Mary and I still stared at
Shame. Ma and pa kept glancing at each other, father would get a dumb
grin on his face when he met ma's eyes. Mother glanced at Shame every
now and then, she seemed as fascinated with him as we were.
"Shame," said father breaking the silence, "are you in such a hurry to
saddle up or can I show you around the property?"
"I reckon I'm not in too much of a hurry," said Shame sitting back. "I
need to walk off those fine flapjacks of yours ma'am." He winked at
mother and she turned bright red.
"Well lets go," said father standing up. I stared at him with open eyes
until he motioned for me to join them.
Our property is quite large and showing Shame around took the better
part of two hours. We arrived at Mary's favorite part of our land. It
was a clear spring watering hole surrounded by lush green grass and
bushes. My sister was a moody girl and once her chores were done she was
prone to wandering off by herself. She used the hole for bathing and
liked to read in the shade during the hotter months. She liked to be
left alone and I was forced to swim in another hole close by.
"This is the reason Bodie's boys keep giving me so much trouble," said
father sweeping his hand down to the spring. "He drives his cattle about
two miles away and this spring would save him a lot of time. Plus, the
more you drive your cattle, the more choice meat they lose. Bodie's
living in the past. The future lies in farms like mine. Keeping the herd
well-fed and stationary keeps them fat and juicy.
We finished up behind the barn where the stump of a giant oak tree
marred the landscape. Father stopped and rested against the stump. "I
work on removing this when I get a chance, but keeping the farm running
takes a lot of time and hard work. I could sure use a hand around here
Mr Shame."
"Are you asking me to stay on?"
"It would sure help me out and if I read you correctly, you could use a
break from the trail."
"I have unpleasant memories of working with the dirt as a boy, Elijah."
"I understand what your saying Shame," said father. "I don't need help
with the plants, but with the cattle. I'll pay you what I can, which
isn't much to be honest. I'll have more money in a few months when I
sell the herd down."
Mother chose that moment to come out and tell us lunch was ready. Shame
stared at her a moment and said to father, "You just hired yourself a
hand." I was delighted.
After lunch, Shame pushed his chair back and stood up. "Where you going
Shame?" asked ma.
"Ma'am, a man's got to earn his keep when he gets fine meals like
yours."
Soon after Shame left, we heard the sounds of an axe striking wood.
Father got up from the table and walked outside. We all followed.
Shame was behind the barn swinging an axe at the old stump. Each swing
of his mighty arm sent splinters of wood flying up from a large exposed
root. Father stared for a moment and then he disappeared into the barn,
returning a moment later with a spade.
I watched the two men working on that stump for hours. Mary stood beside
me for awhile, but she quickly grew bored and wondered off. As the hours
passed a hole appeared underneath the stump. It slowly grew until after
about three hours, pa stood in the hole and pushed against the stump. My
eyes grew wide as the stump moved an inch and I let out a little cheer.
Pa could push the stump out about three feet by the time ma called us in
to dinner. The two men ate like it was their last meal and since there
was still some daylight left they returned to the stump. I had to stay
in and help ma with the dishes so I couldn't watch them, but just as the
sun was disappearing a great shout rose up from behind the barn and we
all went out to investigate.
The two men were leaning heavily on each other. The stump was out of the
hole.
*******************
Hetty gasped as she entered the barn. Shame stood naked before a pail of
water as he washed the days sweat from his well-muscled torso. The light
from the lantern reflected off his incredible body and Hetty felt her
nipples hardening. His magnificent cock was half erect, jutting out from
his body, and angled down. Cock, she had never heard a man's penis
called that until 
Jewels Jade Blacks On Blondes Hit Me With Your Black Cock to flow unchecked. His wife was
screaming now, so loud that Steve was looking over his shoulder to see
if the neighbors lights were going to come on..
A minute or so later, his wife's screams had changed to quiet sobs of
joy. John raised his head from Vicky's pussy and he moved over top of
her. Vicky could see that John's cock was now fully erect again. Vicky
was sure that it had to be 11 maybe even a full 12 inches long. "John,
don't. I'm don't think I can handle you inside me."
"Please Vicky, I'll be gentle and go very slow," John pleaded, "I want
to be inside you." Vicky was in a full state of arousal. She usually
would cum 2 or 3 times while making love. John had already brought her
to 3 orgasms when he was eating her pussy. Two quick small ones and one
giant one. Now she was totally ready to go again and she had indeed
talked herself into letting John fuck her. She glanced at the car clock
and it read 9:50. She felt they safely had another 45 minutes.
"Ok John, but please be easy," Vicky whispered. Vicky reached down,
grasped John's cock, and guided it toward her wet pussy. Even though
she was drenched, Vicky was a small girl and always had a tight pussy.
And that was with normal sized cocks. She knew that this was going to
be a whole new experience for her.
As Vicky guided the head of John's cock into her pussy, it stopped at
the opening. John gently pushed forward and Vicky's cunt opened wide
enough to accept the first part of his head. Steve could hear his wife
gasp loudly. "Oh John, my god, how big are you?" She wasn't expecting
an answer to her rhetorical question, but she heard John respond, "13
inches dear."
John slowly moved just the head of his cock in and out and gently around
in a circular motion. Vicky's pussy was gradually accepting a little
more of John's cock. Once John's head broke through the initial
resistance, he was able to slowly push in more deeply.
Vicky didn't know if she was in heaven or in hell at that moment. John
was so big that it was somewhat unpleasant taking it in, but the
sensation of being totally filled was absolutely indescribable to her.
Vicky's emotions were coming out in a combination of screams, tears,
sobs, moans, and sheer ecstasy.
John had bottomed out at about 9 inches. This was not unusual for him.
He had never been with a woman that could take all of him. He was
actually surprised that Vicky could take that much given how small and
tight she was. John maintained a very slow and even pace, withdrawing
almost completely out and then slowly reinserting his cock until he
could go Young Black Cock I should probably dress from now on. It is inappropriate." She
knew she had no desire to go back to wearing her heavy dress or that hot
shift. For proprieties sake she would wear them, she knew Shame was
staring right up her wet pussy, she could feel his breathe on her
thighs.
Hetty loosened her jaw up and stretched her mouth out around his
cock-head. She was bobbing her head over half when Shame said, "If you
take it all, I'll give you a big reward."
Hetty nodded over his cock and attacked it again. It was easier then the
last time and she managed to swallow nine inches a lot faster. She
looked with determination at the remaining three inches. Hetty raised
her body, closed her eyes, hunched her back, and forced herself down.
Something tickled her nose and she opened her eyes. Her nose was buried
in his hairy testicles, she had done it. Overjoyed, she removed her
mouth and said, "Whats my reward?"
A shiver of pleasure suddenly rocked her body as Shame licked up her
slit. "Shame stop, what are you doing?"
"I'm eating your pussy," he said, licking again. "Tell me you don't like
it."
"It's incredible, but why?"
"I'm gonna make you cum."
"A woman can't cum," said Hetty shuddering as his tongue worked it's way
between the folds of her pussy.
"Just wait and see bitch," said Shame. "and I didn't say you could quit
sucking me."
Hetty started sucking him off again, but found it hard to concentrate.
Her body was shaking, she was moaning around his cock, and she was
thrusting her hips back into Shame's tongue. At times, his tongue felt
as long as Elijah's penis, as it worked it's way around inside her.
Something was building up inside her. Her entire body felt alive. Shame
had moved his tongue down to the tip of her pussy and was licking around
a little nib there. It actually felt like the nib was growing, becoming
engorged as he teased it, and she had to take her mouth of Shame's cock
as she screamed. The orgasm caught her off guard as it rocked her body.
It was the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt.
She took a moment to catch her breath and recover. Then, Hetty kissed
all over his cock to say thanks before taking it in her mouth and
bobbing her head rapidly knowing she could never give him as much
pleasure as she had just received.
He continued to eat her pussy, throwing off her rhythm, but she
concentrated on getting him off. His cock was swelling just as she felt
another orgasm approaching. It took her just as he came.
It was bigger, more powerful then the first. She lost control and his
pumping cock baptised her face with sperm as she arched her back to
scream. She managed to clamp her mouth over the tip in time to catch his
third wad.
As she recovered, Hetty was aware of that her orgasmic pleasure was
being replaced by another equally as powerful emotion. She had strong
feelings for Shame akin to the love she felt only for Elijah and her
family.
Shame left to do his chores without saying a word. Hetty looked at
herself in the mirror and at her sperm covered face. She was thankful
Elijah was gone for it would take awhile to clean up this mess.
She decided to stay nude with Shame, just in case she lost control again
and because she wanted him to have access to her pussy the next time he
got a hankering to eat her.
********************
That night, Hetty snuck down to the barn to be with Shame. He was lying
nude on the cot. "What are you doing here ma'am, you already paid me
today?"
Hetty didn't know why she was here, but said, "consider it a signing on
bonus." She pulled the shift over her head. Hetty was afraid he wouldn't
be interested or able to get his cock up again after this morning. She
ran her hands down over her breasts, teasing her nipples, and one hand
continued down her flat belly, stopping between her legs. She hoped this
would excite him and felt a shiver as his cock began to grow.
"Can I eat your pussy again ma'am?" asked Shame.
"Of course, sir."
Shame threw the bedroll down on the hay and she ended up straddling his
face. She had three little orgasms as she bounced up and down on his
tongue.
Afterwards, she kneeled between his legs as he sat on the cot. It didn't
feel wrong anymore, what she was doing. Instead, it felt right and
natural to please Shame.
"Whatt are you thinking?" he said catching her staring at his cock.
"I was wondering what it would feel like to have this monster in my
pussy."
"Want to try?"
" ...No," she said, surprised that she had hesitated. "No, It can never
happen."
"Never?"
"Never."
See part 2 
Black Dick Girls and Vicky followed. He had his jacket off, and his shirt was
tailored and it fit like a glove. John had a the classic V shape of a
great athlete. Through the shirt she could see the definition of very
clearly defined muscles.
John had most of the files already organized so it was quite easy for
Vick to file them very quickly. She was focused on her efforts and
didn't realize John was looking at her until she was bending over to
pick up the last few files. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that
John was looking directly at her cleavage. Her dress was such that she
didn't wear a bra when she wore it. The way she was bent over and the
way the dress was gaping, she knew that John had a very clear look at
her exposed breasts. She finished bending down to pick up the files and
paused for a moment. Even though she was no longer looking at John, she
could feel that he was still looking at her breasts. As she turned to
move the files she looked up and their eyes met. John smiled. Vickie
smiled back and turned to finish filing.
John walked out of the office and returned with a two glasses and a
bottle of wine. "Vick, you did such a nice job helping, how would you
like to join me for a glass of wine?" Now, while she enjoyed wine, she
really rarely had it. When she did drink wine, one glass would get her
pretty well stiffed. But what the heck, she didn't really have anywhere
to be for a while, and it would be nice to be able to talk with her new
boss.
"Sure, I would love one." John filled her glass, handed it to her, and
made a quick toast. John was very interesting to listen to, and before
Vicky knew it, they had finished the bottle of wine. Damn, she
thought. Three glasses of wine. She didn't feel to bad though. Maybe
good wine doesn't have the same effect of the cheaper wine she usually
drank.
"Well Vick, are you ready to head on home?" "Yeah" Vicky responded,
"Let's go." She was surprised by the excitement she heard in her own
voice. As she stood up, she could feel that the wine had indeed had an
impact, just like cheap wine. She definitely had a rush. She turned
quickly and brushed against an open file drawer. "Damn", Vicky
muttered, "I just tore my hose. Excuse me John, I'll be right back."
In the bathroom she slid her panty hose off, happy to see that her tan
legs still looked great without stockings. Her underwear had pulled
down with the pantyhose. She started to put them back on, but then just
threw them in her purse along with her hose. She smiled to herself,
enjoying the thought of being secretly naughty. She walked Hot Interracial Sex help it. I reached under Shame's
bedroll and pulled out his revolver. It was heavier then I thought it
would be, to big for my hand, probably perfect for Shame's. It's only
purpose was to kill a man. Father wouldn't let us own such a weapon. We
had some small caliber rifles for hunting and killing coyotes, but that
was it.
"You shouldn't go through man's things," said Shame behind me.
I shoved the gun back under the bedroll and spun around. My childish
instincts wanted to deny any wrong doing even when caught red-handed.
Instead, I just said, "I'm sorry."
"Get out of here boy, before I tan your hide."
I jumped and was half-way to the door when Shame added, "Caleb, if you
promise not to tell your pa, I'll let you shoot it some time."
I let out a little whoop and ran to get my school books. Soon, I was
walking down the road towards the little schoolhouse in town. I had
caught up with Tommy, the son of another homesteader, when we saw the
cowboys coming.
They often passed by on their way to the range, so we didn't think
nothing of it until they reined in about twenty feet in front of us.
"Better get our lassos boys, looks like two little piggies got out of
their pens."
"We're not pigs," shouted Tommy. He was a little headstrong.
"You're dirt farmers," laughed a cowboy. "pigs are too good for you. How
about tasting some dirt?"
The cowboy dug his heels in his horse's flanks and charged. I dove out
of the way, but got covered in dirt as the horse galloped by. More dirt
was showered on us as the two other cowboys followed suit.
"There you go piggies," shouted a cowboy "feel at home now." They rode
off laughing.
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"They did what?" said mother just as the knife cut a long slit on her
hand. She had been peeling an apple to make us a pie.
"Called us piggies," I shouted.
"What do we do?" said mother as dad wrapped a bandage around her hand.
"Nothing," said Shame from the table. "Their trying to provoke you. Tell
the other homesteaders to keep their temper."
Every day after that, Bodie's men called us pigs as they rode by the
homestead.
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"You sure we shouldn't do anything?" said Hetty as she pulled her shift
over her head.
"Bodie wants one of you to make the first move so he can claim self
defense," said Shame.
Hetty kneeled before Shame and began coating his cock with the honey
again. Her cut hand hurt too bad to use, so she tried to get him off
with just the one, but it quickly tired. "Sorry Shame, I can't do it
with just one hand."
"You'll have to suck me off then."
"I couldn't do that."
"You're already half-way there," said Shame. "You're putting the head in
your mouth and swallowing my cum, all you have to do now is bob your
head a little. You can use your hand to jerk off what you can't
swallow."
"I don't know Shame. I can't cheat on Elijah."
"It ain't cheating, says so in the scriptures. Only fornicating is
adultery. Besides, remember our deal, you got to get me off every day
I'm here. I don't care how you do it." She hesitated a bit still and
Shame added, "I'm the only one who can keep your family safe Hetty."
That was enough to convince her. Hetty stretched her mouth around
Shame's cock head and looked up at him for instructions.
"Not so fast ma'am," said Shame. "Start by licking around the head."
Hetty removed her mouth and began licking around the hard head of
Shame's cock. She pulled the foreskin down and licked around the ridge
and then up over the tip, teasing the slit with her tongue.
"Now lick down the shaft."
Hetty grasped the base of his cock and ran her tongue down the sides and
over the top, licking up all traces of the honey. She licked all the way
down the shaft until her tongue touched his curly black pubic hair.
"Now lift my cock up and lick the underside."
Hetty obeyed. She grabbed his cock by the head and lifted it up. The
underside was dominated by a large blue-black vein, that pulsed with
each beat of his heart. She ran her tongue down the vein to the bottom
of Shame's cock.
"Now lick my balls, ma'am."
This order surprised Hetty, but she complied. It was easier just
following his instructions. She held his cock against his stomach as she
licked his balls. They were sized to match his cock, which also
explained the large amount of cum he produced. Comparing Shame to Elijah
was like comparing apples to walnuts. She finished and moved her tongue
back up his shaft.
Hetty kissed the tip of his cock as a gesture of respect for his massive
appendage. Shame's cock had