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 Hillary Scott Blacks On Blondes Christien Interracial Pickups Mandingo Teen Before we were married, my then girlfriend Aggie was quite sexually active with other men. I'm bi-sexual and assured her it was alright with me. In fact, I remember the first conversation we had on the subject, I told her my biggest turn-on was my woman with another man. She wasn't surprised, much to my surprise. She said this was quite common and she might someday accommodate me. I smiled and made passionate love to her, turned Black Uncut Christien Interracial Pickups Christien at InterracialPickups.com Black Dick Cumming 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 Hotwife Christien Interracial Pickups Black Cock Blowjobs 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