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 Love Black Cock 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.
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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 Love Black Cock Cuckold Portal very sexy and he shifted the cock in his
pants to get more comfortable.
There was another rush for drinks and Will returned outside to his bar.
Mark and Will were busy serving drinks the rest of the reception and
during the buffet dinner out on the deck. Mark tried to catch the
brides eye all afternoon, but she wouldn’t have anyhting to do with him.
Her husband kept getting her drinks and they both appeard to be getting
a little drunk.
“You want a refill Mrs. Scott,” Michael asked his wife as she finished
her wine. “Why Mr. Scott, are you trying to get me drunk?” she replied.
“I think its a pretty safe bet that your going to get laid tonight.”
They laughed and kissed each other.
Actually, Michael was trying to get her drunk. He wanted her to loosen
up so that tonight he could pretty much do as he pleased with her body.
Michael felt a little light headed himself and figured he should slow
down on the booze himself. Motioning for some friends to join him. He
headed over to the big black guys bar.
“Well, well, Don’t you look good all dressed: tub and walked inside. In the living room he looked up in
surprise, he could hear the bed upstairs jumping every time his friend
fed Pamela his cock. His own cock stirred as he imagined the fucking the
white girl was getting from Mark. She’d never go back to white dick
after this night. He sensed Mark was close to finishing and worked his
way upstairs.
The pain was a fading memory and was quickly being overshadowed by waves
of pleasure. Pamela thought that she had died and gone to heaven or
maybe hell and the devil himself had decided to make her his fuck toy.
That was it, only the devil could have a cock this large, no two cocks,
one fucking her ass and one fucking her pussy.
She was now a complete slut for his cock. Her husband had invaded every
orifice in her body and she would willingly submit to his every desire
from now on. She wanted to scream for him to never stop fucking her, she
wanted to tell him how much she loved his big cock, she wanted to tell
him she loved having his dick in her mouth and that she loved the taste
of his semen, but all she could get out was a long moan.
She felt it getting closer now. It had started deep in her body the
minute the pain had gone. She was about to have the mother of all
orgasms and the intensity of her feelings frightened her. Mark heard
Will come into the room and pat him on the back. He grunted in reply.
“I’m going to c..cum, M..m.aster” she screamed.
Will reached over and screwed the light bulb back in until the light
flickered on. Pamela buried her head in the blankets until her eyes got
used to the light.
“I’m going to c..um all over your b..big c..cock again.” she loudly
moaned as she got up on her hands and knees thrusting back into him
hard. Pamela could feel the waves of pleasure spreading out through her
body and she turned to smile at her husband. The first thing she saw was
a giant naked black man standing by the lamp, grinning at her. The image
seemed somehow surreal and she turned to look at Michael. Her eyes
opened wide in horror at the sight of the black giant fucking her. Sweat
was pouring down his face and his massive muscles were rippling on his
chest. His eyes were closed in concentration and he bellowed as he
sprayed his load into her pussy. His cum hit places she didn’t know she
had and the feeling put her over the edge as the super orgasm erupted
from her body. She let out a scream so loud that the other black man
covered his ears with his hands. Pamela’s eyes rolled up in her head and
she passed out from the pleasure.
Will looked over at the collapsed woman. She was covered in dried sperm
around her mouth and chest. Her pussy ws gaping wide and fresh sperm was
pouring out in waves. It made her look even more beautiful.
“I’ve never seen anything like that in my life,” Will said in awe.
Mark’s eyes were still closed and he just grunted as he gasped for air.
The sweat glistened off his heaving chest. “Hey buddy, you look a sight,
I fired up the hot tub. Lets go soak” Will said. Mark opened his eyes
and grinned at his friend. He threw the comatose Pamela over his
shoulder and they headed out the door.
“She took it all Will,” said Mark still in a state of shock. Love Black Cock Large Black Dick with Love Black Cock 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.
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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








