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 Picture Of Black Dick 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 Picture Of Black Dick Interacial Videos but I didn’t. Brad soon came with the drinks and sat next to me on
the sofa. We both were still in our swim suits and I was mesmerized at the
gigantic bulge in Brads swim trunks. ( To this day I believe he purposely
flaunted his manhood: really getting fucked by
a black man. The taboo forbidden nature of black men and white women was
driving me to my first climax as Carl soon began thrusting into me. I began
to whimper just before I yelled out “OH GODIM CUMMIMG, IM CUMMING, FUCK ME,
FUCK ME HARDER” Carl began slamming his cock into as he said “ALLRIGHT BABY,
YEA, YOU LIKE THAT BLACK DICK DON’T YOU” I then had my orgasm.
Carl rolled me
over to where I was on top of him, I began grinding my cunt onto his cock and
soon felt a finger sticking in my ass. I turned to see Tony jabing his fingers
into my rectum I turned back and continued riding Carls cock and soon felt Tony
up behind me. He was trying to fuck me in the ass, but Picture Of Black Dick Blacks On Blondes Trailer | Picture Of Black Dick 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 last night, but it seemed appropriate on Shame.
“Come to pay me?” asked Shame.
“Yes,” said Hetty. She gasped again as Shame turned around and threw the
towel down. His back was crisscrossed with white scars from his neck to
his hard rear end. Scars from an overseers whip. They were old and
faded, the fact that they were so visible attesting to the brutality of
the beating he had received many yeas before.
Shame walked over to his bed roll, took it off the cot, and threw it on
the hay. He laid down on his back and motioned for Hetty to kneel
between his legs. She obeyed. In a strange way, she was looking forward
to doing this again. She had been so aroused after last night, that she
had pulled a delighted Elijah on top of her for a few minutes of sex.
“What’s that you got there in your hand?” asked Shame.
“I didn’t much care for spitting in my hand so I brought along some
honey. I hope you don’t
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