I got to shoot Shame's gun today. He took me to the furthest corner of our property so that pa wouldn't hear the gunshots. It made me feel ten feet tall to shoot such a powerful weapon. I was awkward, but in Shame's hands, it was an extension of his body. Afterwards, Shame ruffled my hair and we rode back to the house. Shame's presence made me feel safe, safer then I did with pa. Bodie's men definitely left us alone whenever Shame was around. "Run along now boy, I got work to do," said Shame mussing my hair with his big hand. "Aw, alright," I said kicking the dirt as I handed him back the revolver. Reluctantly, I began the long walk back home. I passed my sister on the way. She was in one of her moods and ignored me. ******************** Shame looked up at the hot sun and grinned. It was bath time. He hopped on his horse and galloped along the edge of the property towards the spring. As he approached the spring, he dismounted and led his horse through the bush. Mary was just lowering herself into the spring. The young girl was a vision. She was the spitting image of her mother only twenty years younger. Mary's skin was unmarred and tanner then her mother's, from her excursions to the watering hole. Her breasts were nearly as large as Hetty's already. They were big and proud with long, upthrust nipples. Her bush was as blonde as her hair, but Shame already knew this, he had been watching her for a week. Shame watched her for an hour. The girl liked to swim and wash her hair. After bathing, she would lie nude in the sun and let her hair dry. Once, Shame had even watched her experiment with touching herself. The girl was just emerging from the spring when the cowboy walked out of the bushes. He was leading his horse, another mounted cowboy followed him. Mary screamed when she saw them. The walking cowboy moved swiftly, grabbing Mary around the waist. "Whoa, lookie here at this pretty filly," he said pawing at her breasts. "Save some for me, Slim," said the mounted cowboy. Slim was straining to hold the struggling girl while he fumbled at his trousers. He had just freed his erect, dirty penis when the slippery, wet girl wiggled free and dived in the water. Shame was out of the bushes in seconds. He grabbed the mounted cowboys boot and heaved him over the side of the horse. Slim was just realizing he was in danger as Shame's fist slammed into his face. The cowboy fell back, tripped over his trousers and fell into the spring. The other cowboy was getting off the ground in time to get Shame's boot in his face. Shame returned to Slim as the man was trying to lift himself up out of the water. Shame placed his boot on the man's back and pushed him back down in the water. He held slim under for about half a minute before picking the man up and heaving him over towards his partner. "Get Hotwives Chanel Dior Gloryhole Initiations New Mandingo I don't know exactly when I first became suspicious of my wife's activities, but those suspicions had been growing for weeks before I actually decided to do something about them. When I married Laura, she was only twenty-two years old. I was more than eight years older than her. We had lived together for over two years before we finally took the plunge and the sex had always been great. Soon after the wedding, it started to fall off and was gradually replaced with fighting. Then, about two weeks after I took my present job, the fighting stopped and Laura actually seemed happy for the first time in a long time. We hadn't made love for so long that I couldn't remember it so it couldn't have been about sex. Or so I thought... I had taken a job playing with a band that backed up a singer-comedian named Jimmy Smith. I played piano along with a bass player and a drummer and a very large and older black guitarist named Ted. Laura got along great with Ted right from the beginning but I didn't think anything about it. Ted was in his mid fifties at the time and old enough to be her father. He literally towered over her five foot five inches height as he stood in at around six foot five and maybe three hundred pounds. Laura is very petite and has long dark hair and baby blue eyes. No, I didn't even think a thing about it... We lived together in an old house in San Jose that belonged to one of the band leader's friends. He just let us all stay there for free. I Guess he was kind of a "groupie". Laura and I shared one room, Jimmy had the master bedroom and Ted had his room at the other end of the hall. The other guys lived in the same town so they just stayed at their own places. Jimmy was hardly ever around because his wife lived quite a ways away and he wanted to be with her as much as possible. So when I drove down to San Diego to visit my kids from a previous marriage every other weekend, I would essentially be leaving my wife alone with Ted for over two days. That was the situation that I wasn't thinking about. Maybe my suspicions started when I remembered something from when Laura and I had started seeing each other. I remembered her telling me about having dated a black man when she was around seventeen. About all she said about him was that he was a med student and a very good dancer. I also remembered her reaction to a movie named, "Mandingo" that we had seen at a drive in theatre. She seemed a little nervous during the scene where Susan George seduces Ken Norton and we both joked about it saying how we wanted to pleasure one another. And then there was the way that she always liked to dance with a previous bandleader's son who just happened to be black. She wouldn't dance with any of the white guys at the club. Only him. Well, to be perfectly honest I had told her that I didn't want her to dance with anyone at the club but later modified my order to exclude her black dance partner. And then later I let her dance slow dances with him too. Hmmm... what was I thinking? She would always be the one to ask him to dance too. I really couldn't believe my own jealous suspicions but I just had to know for sure. The next time Riding Black Dick Chanel Dior Gloryhole Initiations Chanel Dior at Gloryhole-Initiations.com Black Cock Ass of Shame's cock. Each inch seemed to prolong her orgasm until she couldn't take the pleasure anymore and collapsed on his chest. When she recovered, Shame had turned her over and was rapidly pounding his cock into her. She wrapped her legs around his back and began raising her hips into his thrusts. "Do you like my cock ma'am," he grunted. "Oh god, I love it," said Hetty through gritted teeth. "Tell me to fuck you." "Fuck me Shame, fuck me," she moaned. "Do you like it's size?" "Yes," she screamed having a small orgasm. "I love your big cock. Fuck me with your big cock." "Only black cock's get this big," he said hunching over to kiss her neck. "Fuck me with your big black cock Shame. I love your black cock." Hetty came again. She enjoyed talking dirty. "Oh god, fuck me." He lost control and shot his first wad deep into her pussy, only pulling out in time to shoot his third wad all over her belly and breasts. Hetty couldn't control herself and rubbed his semen into her body with her hands before licking them clean. Her wanton lust for his seed had his cock reversing course as it hardened again. "Want to go again?" he asked. She was already turning over so he could fuck her doggy style again. ******************** Mary looked up in fear at the sound of the approaching horse. Her fear evaporated when she saw Shame, but there was still a flutter in her stomach. It had been a little over a week since the cowboys had attacked her. She had been too scared to come back to the spring, washing herself at home in the basin. Eventually, she had grown to miss her baths and gotten up the courage to come back to her swimming hole. "Why Shame," she said lowering herself in the water up to her neck, "what are you doing here?" "I saw you coming out here Miss Mary and thought I had better check on you." "You were worried about me?" she asked. She was really starting to feel funny. Her nipples were hard and she could feel her heart beating as she remembered him running his hands all over her body to see if she was hurt. "I was worried. It ain't safe for a beautiful girl like you to be out here alone." An excited shiver ran down her spine when he called her beautiful. "You're right Shame, maybe you could stay and keep an eye on me?" she asked. Funny but this was her private time. The one time of the day when she felt free of her family and chores. She valued thie time more then anything, but she wanted Shame to stay. "I'd be happy to keep an eye on you," said Shame getting off his horse. He took off his hat and wiped the sweat of his brow. "It sure is a hot one." Mary stared at him a moment, her mind racing. "W-why don't you join me?" "I'd love to Miss Mary, but I can't swim." "The water's not that deep and I can keep you afloat where it is." "Alright then," said Shame Cuckold Personal Chanel Dior Gloryhole Initiations Slut Wife Black Cock I didn't hear gunfire." Shame looked grim when he said, "A man is what he is Caleb. Someday you'll understand." He then mounted his horse and turned it. I knew he wasn't going back to our house. "Oh Shame, don't go," I yelled trying to follow him. "Shame come back. Shame......" I could hear Bodie's men laughing from the saloon as I collapsed crying while Shame rode off. ******************** Some months later, I got a brother and became an uncle within weeks of each other. My brother had skin as dark as Shame. My nephew's skin was a little more milky colored. The bastards humiliated my pa and Bodie moved in on our land, destroying everything pa had built. My pa and I both ended up working for Bodie driving his cattle. My ma and pa stayed together. At first, pa had been furious with ma, but they came to some kind of agreement. They spent a lot of time together in their bunkhouse on Bodie's ranch and both seemed happy for a while, though ma would stare wistfully down the road Shame had appeared on from time to time. Pa took most of his frustration out on my sister and he drove her away. She became the town whore, servicing Bodie's cowboys for $5.00 a lay from a room at the saloon. Slim blew a lot of his money on her. Unfortunately, Pa had been right and the days off the free range rancher were over. More homesteaders came until Bodie just gave up and retired with his fortunes. Homesteaders even moved in on our old land. Being jobless, I decided to move on. Pa was a worthless drunk then and ma had lost all her looks. I didn't even say goodbye to them though I did stop to see my sister. She said, she'd quit whoring when she found the man who could satisfy her. She was about thirty then, but looked ten years older. It was then that I decided to go after Shame. He was easy to find. I just followed the trail of black children. They got younger as I closed in on him. Finally, near the dawn of a new century, I found him in a small town in Utah. I knew I was getting close. The half-breed baby in the last town had been less then a year old. I crested a ridge and looked down on a ranch. Shame was there talking to a young women as he mended a fence. The sunlight reflected off his black skin and his now silver hair. As I stared down at my old hero, all the hatred fled me. I didn't hate Shame, he had turned me into a man. I grew tough defending my little black relatives and working for Mr Bodie, roughing up homesteaders. Without Shame, I would have grown up a dirt farmer, afraid of defending myself like father. I turned away from him and rode off in the direction of the setting sun. "A man is what he is," Shame had said to me. Well Shame was what he was. He rode into our town in the summer of '89. He turned a boy into a man and left behind him what he was....Shame. The End