Femdom Cuckold 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 Femdom Cuckold was good. Even hugging a big
breasted babe like Donna, Stella could see Fred was still distracted
about something. She wanted to ask him about it, but then the blacks
came out of the locker room dressed and joking around with each other.
The Coach stood up from his desk. "Thanks for coming team. I'll see you
all in May, call me in a couple weeks for your schedules."
Booker stopped by Donna and Stella. "Me and the brothers are hitting
happy hour. You two want to come?"
"No thanks," said Stella. "We're gonna have a quiet dinner to catch up
then were both heading home tonight, back to the real world tomorrow."
"Well see ya next month," Booker winked at them and joined the gang.
Stella didn't care for black people too much, especially black men, but
there was something attractive about Booker. The black man's presence
was just incredibly masculine. Even, cocky, confident Fred standing
beside them looked a little uncomfortable.
The two women went to one of their favorite restaurants, a Mexican joint
for dinner and margarittas. There they caught up on the past year.
Neither brought up their new black coworkers.
***************
Coach had a surprise for them the first day of work. Donna and Stella
had their own shower. It was a single stall with one locker, but it sure
beat sharing with the guys. "I wanted to do something for you two," said
the Coach, "since you're both valuable employees.
"Thanks Coach," they said in unison. Both women knew the Coach was
probably more worried about being sued then for the kindness of his
heart, but they'd wanted seperate showers for years.
Everyone seemed so excited to start the new season, but after changing
into their red swimsuits, the men seemed subdued again, well the whites
anyway, the blacks still seemed pretty gung ho. Coach Morrison handed
out their roster for the day. Stella was assigned with Hans, a good
lookiing blonde Adonis, but also an arrogant jerk in her opinion. "Hey
Donna, who you got?" Stella wondered if Donna might switch, though it
was frowned upon.
"Devon."
"That's me, pretty lady," said a black with a thick island accent.
Stella recognized him as the black man that had been first on the beach
during tryouts. The man was an amazing swimmer and athlete, but she was
in no hurry to get stuck with any blacks. "See ya at quiting time," said
Stella. The other blacks had seemed to defer to Devon as if he were a
natural leader.
The day got off to a slow start, as did the season. In two weeks
Memorial day would be upon them and the crowds would hit. In June the
senior week teens would swarm the beach like locusts, "June Bugs" they
were called. July and August would be nonstop crowds. There would be
saves every day, rip currents sending all the lifguards in and out of
the water, and most of all stupid tourist questions.
"So ready to go out with me yet?" asked Hans.
"Maybe next year," Stella replied. Hans chuckled. That had been her
response every year for the last three. "I've been dating a guy at
school." Hans didn't really want her to go out with him. He just wanted
to get laid now before the hordes of women arrived to throw themselves a
him. The male lifeguards were almost all pigs. Few were faithful and
most dumped their girlfriends just before summer. They often traded
women around, she'd heard of a couple threesomes, and worst of all they
were known to have blow job parties where one girl serviced all the men.
Stella had made the mistake of dating a coworker her first year only to
catch him screwing a June bug. Luckily, he had only guarded that one
year. Hans turned his attention on a lone female sunbather. The woman
was slightly chubby, low quality for summer, not bad for this time of
year. Hans got a date and Stella knew he'd be getting laid tonight.
Later, Stella stood by the locker while Donna got her shower. She let
her gaze run down Donna's full chest and felt a little envious though
her breasts got Donna a lot of male attention and Stella was happy to be
left alone.
"Hans asked me out again," said Stella, "and got his standard answer."
Donna laughed and got out of the shower. She hesitated then said, "Devon
asked me out too."
"You turned him down right?" Stella was concerned for her friend
"Of course, but I almost said yes."
"Don't date a lifeguard Donna," warned Stella, "You know what they're
like." Stella dropped her towel and showered.
"And Devon's no different. He found someone to go out with tonight. I
tell you he's one sexy man though. Those muscles, that accent. I
couldn't stop thinking about him all day, especialy his..."
"His what?"
"Stella, I swear to you this is no lie. It looked like he had a snake in
his pants. His penis must be gigantic. I could see the outline of it's
tip and it looked as big as a golf ball.
"Surely, it was an illusion?"
"I don't think so. It swelled several times. Once when he asked me out
and again when the woman he asked out, came up to the stand. I wouldn't
believe me either, but I know what I saw. When she accepted, that big
head moved three inches and nearly came out of his shorts. Then the
whole thing swelled up and he got this obscene bulge under his shorts.
He adjusted it up and it stayed like that for over an hour."
"Wow!" said Stella though she was still Mandingo Book Slut Wives For Black Cock 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.
********************
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"Stella, every one of them has a foot long dick give or take an inch.
They're freaks. I've seen black men in the showers back in high school
or the gym and I've never seen anything like this. They walk around like
the own the place, they don't bother wrapping towels around their
waists. Their dicks swing around like big bananas and they seem to get
hard if the wind changes directions. Sit on the bench to put your shoes
on and there will be a big black dick in your face in seconds. It's like
they're rubbing their big size in our faces. Some of us aren't even
sticking around to shower. We... they get away from the blacks as fast
as they can."
"I get the picture." Once Fred started getting this off his chest, he
didn't seem to want to shut up about it.
"Brockman came in after me and immediately took his swimsuit off. He had
a huge erection and he strutted around bragging about what he was going
to do with it tonight. It never shrank an inch, Stella and it was still
hard when he left."
"Don't worry, Donna said she'd behave herself tonight."
"I'm not worried." Fred gave a nervous chuckle. "No woman could handle a
penis that big. Those men might be big, but they got to be frustrated as
hell. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Stella watched him walk up the stairs. She could tell he
was bothered by the black thing. It made him feel inferior. Yet, when
they were dating Donna had confided that Fred was the best lover she'd
ever had. Fred sure was good looking, if he wasn't such a male slut,
Stella would even consider going out with him. Stella went to their
living room to wait up for Donna, but she still hadn't returned long
after last call so Stella went to bed.
Donna was in the shower when Stella got up. "You were out late," said
Stella when her turn for the shower came up.
"I had a little too much to drink and fell asleep on Brock's couch."
"Wasn't someone using it?"
"No, the brothers actually have a very nice apartment with plenty of
bedrooms. One of them has to have some money. Most of them didn't come
home anyway."
"You look like you didn't get any sleep." Stella didn't want to say that
Donna looked horrible. Donna's cheeks were swollen and she walked like
someone who had ridden a horse too long, like her joints were aching.
Stella hoped her friend wasn't coming down with the flu.
That day Donna got another black named Cassius and Stella got Brockman
who was every bit the obnoxious jerk she thought he was. He did have a
big bulge.
Brockman was a very sexy man and Stella to her disgust found herself
attracted to him. Rubbing up against his nearly nude muscular body was
very distracting and arrousing. He openly stared at her body. "How'd you
like to do something tonight baby? he asked.
"Ass hole, Donna's one of my best friends."
Brockman picked up her hand and pulled it towards his crotch. Stella
jerked her hand back. "That won't work with me."
"Donna didn't tell you what a good time she had with Brock the cock last
night?"
"Liar, I know she didn't sleep with you."
"You'll come around." Brockman turned away from her and waved a teen
girl over to him. Soon he had a date that night. Stella felt so bad for
her friend, but Donna had been warned not to date a lifeguard. The
blacks may be new this year, but they were learning fast.
Donna dropped a bombshell back at the locker room when Stella told her
about Brock. . "It's ok Stella, I'm going out with Cassius tonight. I'm
going to skip dinner and take a nap before our date."
Stella was stunned and even more stunned when Donna came out for her
date. "How do I look?" asked Donna spinning around.
"Like a slut."
"It's not that bad." Yesterday, Donna had been sexy and beautiful in the
sundress. Today, she was wearing a short skirt and a halter top. Her
stomach was bare and sexy, though a little pale as female lifeguards all
wore one piece suits. The top was little more then titty huggers.
Donna's large breasts bounced freely, unconfined by a bra and even worse
Donna's nipples were rock hard clearly visible through her top. "I think
I look nice. That's it I gotta get going."
"Isn't Cassius meeting you here?" Stella couldn't remember which one he
was.
"No, I'm meeting him at the beach bar. Don't wait up."
***************
The next day, Stella was partnered with Fred. He kept bugging her for
information on Donna's date. "She says nothing happened, but she got
drunk and crashed on the couch."
"Oh," said Fred quietly. "That's what she used to tell people when we
were dating. She never slept on my couch though."
"I don't think she slept with him. He made a date with a girl for the
next night and Donna didn't seem to care. She even made a date with
Cassius."
"What? Another black guy?"
"It doesn't seem to bother her. Don't worry about Donna, she's not a
slut."
Donna was a slut and Stella found that out when she got back to the
lifeguard station. Stella understood the stunned expressions on the
white guard's faces now. Donna was kneeling in the shower sucking on a
pair of black balls. The massive foot long penis was superimposed over
her face as big as she had said and the man's balls were more the size
of large fruits then the more typical nuts. Neither noticed her watching
them and Blacks On Blondes Honey Cuckold Web Sites 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 
Dark Wanderer Cuckold Websites thin frame. Her belly was a little too white as she hadn't had
much free time to sunbath. Her stomach hardened and ridges appeared.
"Damn look at those abs," said Tiny. "Turn around let me see your back
muscles."
His gaze was so admiring that Stella felt very smug, but also
embarrassed. Her nipples were hardening, pushing the bikini top out. She
turned around realizing she was exposing her bare ass. Her ass was
neither big nor small, but it was very smooth and hard. Stella slowly
lowered herself and turned around, sitting down so that her chest was
covered by water. Her face turned red as she realized Tim was still
staring intently at her. "So Devon, who owns this place?" she asked as
Tim handed her a beer.
"Solomon KIng of King Enterprises."
"Isn't he one of the wealthiest African-Americans in New York?"
"Actually, THE wealthiest in the state and top ten in the country. He
just bought the pharmaceutical plant outside town."
The four joked and talked for awhile finishing their drinks. Donna
leaned against Devon and their hands were busy underwater. "Tiny, could
you hand me another beer?" asked Stella.
Stella saw there was nothing tiny about the black man when he stood. His
thick, plump shaft appeared as the big black man reached over towards
the cooler and got a beer.
"You're not wearing a bathingsuit!"
"Nope, didn't bring one."
"Sea serpent!" shouted Donna giggling. Devon's huge cock head broke the
surface of the water and reared up, moving left then right. Donna was
gripping it beneath the water and moving it around. Devon raised himself
out of the water and Donna turned around swallowing what looked like a
foot long shaft.
Tiny raised himself up and sat on the edge, his long cock dangling in
the water. He watched Donna giving Devon the bow job and his cock
suddenly extended an inch and began to rise out of the water. He glanced
longingly towards Stella.
"Oh go suck him off before I ask him to join me and Devon," said Donna
pausing in her blow job while Devon pulled her bikini top off.
"I-I'm not that kind of person," Stella said staring at Tiny's now hard
cock.
Is it cause I'm black?" asked Tiny.
"No, I've just met you. I don't sleep around."
"It's my cock isn't it? You don't like it."
"No Tim, it's fine. It's huge."
"Now I know you're lying."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a runt. Why do you think they call me Tiny? At least it's thinker
then most to make up for it's shortness."
Devon was busy guiding Donna's head up and down his cock, but chimed in,
"You forget Tiny, you're small for a black man. Stella probably never
had black cock before so you're probably huge to the little white pricks
she's seen."
Stella wouldn't have believed this a month ago. Tiny's cock was almost
eleven inches long and very thick. This was small! This was small enough
they gave him a derogatory nickname?
Tiny stood and waded towards her. "Is Devon right? Is this big to you?"
"Yes." Stella stared at it in awe hovering just inches above her head.
Tim was so tall, she was staring up at two huge, sperm filled nuts.
Stella was holding her beer. Tiny reached down and took it from her,
guiding her hand over to his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it. "Does
it feel big to you?"
"Yes, it's huge." Stella carressed it awed by his size.
"Taste it Stella," said Donna.
Stella looked away from Tiny's black cock and at Donna. Both she and
Devon were staring intently at her wanting to see her taste her first
black cock.
"I can't do this," she said standing and climbing out of the tub.
"You don't know what you're missing," said Donna.
"Go suck on Tiny," whispered Devon in Donna's ear.
"Yeah," groaned Tiny as Donna took his cock in her mouth. "You're no
fuckin tease like your friend. You're a black cock suckin white slut."
"So is Stella, mon," said Devon. "She don't know it yet. Smell that
chlorine. Why don't you go see how Stella's doing?"
The chlorine in the tub! It was covering up his pheromones. Stella had
touched his cock and she wasn't Xcite horny nor were his pheromones
affecting her. Maybe she was a little drunk, but she was curious about
black cock. He pushed Donna back off his cock and left the tub.
Stella was sitting on a bench near the shower holding her head in her
hands out of sight of the hot tub. She heard a foot step and looked up.
Stella was staring right at Tiny's cock. "I wanted to check up on you,"
he said. The fat monster looked different now. It was wet and
glistening. It was also rampant like men get when extremely aroused. Her
nipples now grew painfully erect and her pussy got wet. He smelled of
sex, the same powerful odor she had detected watching Donna and Cassius
fuck in the shower. A sight and smell she'd never forget. She wanted it.
She had wanted it for awhile, but had been fighting it. Stella snapped.
She pushed her nose into his crotch and inhaled deeply. "Suck it," said
Tiny.
Stella breathed deeply through her nose again, then kissed her way up
his cock. She grabbed the base to steady it and ran her tongue around
the head. Soon she was taking the tip in her mouth and sucking on it.
Stella choked as it hit her throat, but relaxed her gag reflex and
forced more in. She breathed through her nose, the smell only making her
want it more. Soon she was sucking Black Cock Slut Pics 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 
Huge Black Cocks was good. Even hugging a big
breasted babe like Donna, Stella could see Fred was still distracted
about something. She wanted to ask him about it, but then the blacks
came out of the locker room dressed and joking around with each other.
The Coach stood up from his desk. "Thanks for coming team. I'll see you
all in May, call me in a couple weeks for your schedules."
Booker stopped by Donna and Stella. "Me and the brothers are hitting
happy hour. You two want to come?"
"No thanks," said Stella. "We're gonna have a quiet dinner to catch up
then were both heading home tonight, back to the real world tomorrow."
"Well see ya next month," Booker winked at them and joined the gang.
Stella didn't care for black people too much, especially black men, but
there was something attractive about Booker. The black man's presence
was just incredibly masculine. Even, cocky, confident Fred standing
beside them looked a little uncomfortable.
The two women went to one of their favorite restaurants, a Mexican joint
for dinner and margarittas. There they caught up on the past year.
Neither brought up their new black coworkers.
***************
Coach had a surprise for them the first day of work. Donna and Stella
had their own shower. It was a single stall with one locker, but it sure
beat sharing with the guys. "I wanted to do something for you two," said
the Coach, "since you're both valuable employees.
"Thanks Coach," they said in unison. Both women knew the Coach was
probably more worried about being sued then for the kindness of his
heart, but they'd wanted seperate showers for years.
Everyone seemed so excited to start the new season, but after changing
into their red swimsuits, the men seemed subdued again, well the whites
anyway, the blacks still seemed pretty gung ho. Coach Morrison handed
out their roster for the day. Stella was assigned with Hans, a good
lookiing blonde Adonis, but also an arrogant jerk in her opinion. "Hey
Donna, who you got?" Stella wondered if Donna might switch, though it
was frowned upon.
"Devon."
"That's me, pretty lady," said a black with a thick island accent.
Stella recognized him as the black man that had been first on the beach
during tryouts. The man was an amazing swimmer and athlete, but she was
in no hurry to get stuck with any blacks. "See ya at quiting time," said
Stella. The other blacks had seemed to defer to Devon as if he were a
natural leader.
The day got off to a slow start, as did the season. In two weeks
Memorial day would be upon them and the crowds would hit. In June the
senior week teens would swarm the beach like locusts, "June Bugs" they
were called. July and August would be nonstop crowds. There would be
saves every day, rip currents sending all the lifguards in and out of
the water, and most of all stupid tourist questions.
"So ready to go out with me yet?" asked Hans.
"Maybe next year," Stella replied. Hans chuckled. That had been her
response every year for the last three. "I've been dating a guy at
school." Hans didn't really want her to go out with him. He just wanted
to get laid now before the hordes of women arrived to throw themselves a
him. The male lifeguards were almost all pigs. Few were faithful and
most dumped their girlfriends just before summer. They often traded
women around, she'd heard of a couple threesomes, and worst of all they
were known to have blow job parties where one girl serviced all the men.
Stella had made the mistake of dating a coworker her first year only to
catch him screwing a June bug. Luckily, he had only guarded that one
year. Hans turned his attention on a lone female sunbather. The woman
was slightly chubby, low quality for summer, not bad for this time of
year. Hans got a date and Stella knew he'd be getting laid tonight.
Later, Stella stood by the locker while Donna got her shower. She let
her gaze run down Donna's full chest and felt a little envious though
her breasts got Donna a lot of male attention and Stella was happy to be
left alone.
"Hans asked me out again," said Stella, "and got his standard answer."
Donna laughed and got out of the shower. She hesitated then said, "Devon
asked me out too."
"You turned him down right?" Stella was concerned for her friend
"Of course, but I almost said yes."
"Don't date a lifeguard Donna," warned Stella, "You know what they're
like." Stella dropped her towel and showered.
"And Devon's no different. He found someone to go out with tonight. I
tell you he's one sexy man though. Those muscles, that accent. I
couldn't stop thinking about him all day, especialy his..."
"His what?"
"Stella, I swear to you this is no lie. It looked like he had a snake in
his pants. His penis must be gigantic. I could see the outline of it's
tip and it looked as big as a golf ball.
"Surely, it was an illusion?"
"I don't think so. It swelled several times. Once when he asked me out
and again when the woman he asked out, came up to the stand. I wouldn't
believe me either, but I know what I saw. When she accepted, that big
head moved three inches and nearly came out of his shorts. Then the
whole thing swelled up and he got this obscene bulge under his shorts.
He adjusted it up and it stayed like that for over an hour."
"Wow!" said Stella though she was still Femdom Cuckold 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.
********************
"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.
********************
"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