The fire was burning low, but he saved his wood. They were about out, after taking so long to get across The Divide and this far down through the cuto...f. He was saddling Wharton’s horse when he heard the loud, piercing scream.He’d never heard a Cougar before in his life, but he knew what it was as soon as he heard it. He slipped his rifle out of his rifle boot and stepped over next to bluff. The lantern was to his right, but he could see out into the snow covered darkness. Turning slowly, rifle. With the other, she started spanking me. She swatted lightly at first, but when no protest came, she let herself go and started slapping it hard. Yes it hurt. No, I didn't care. If my mouth wasn't full of tit, I'd have cheered her on. I dug my nails into her ass. "Fuck yes! Hurt me, bitch!" she moaned. "I won't fucking break! Tell me you like that fucking spanking! I've wanted to beat that cute little ass since the moment I saw you! Chew that nipple, you oh damn yes, you horny bastard! Finger. Which for me it is. For white men, I am the powerful figure they can never live up to. I have never had a problem getting laid since I was a teenager, and playing professional football, although only briefly, (a knee injury ended my career prematurely) meant I had pussy pretty much fall in my lap without any effort at all...and also gave me many opportunities to top some faggot-to-be.MY FIRST CONQUEST: PREP BOYMy first time was an accident!I was in high school, grade 12, and eighteen years old. I took her to the bed, pushed her face-down to the mattress, and propped up her ass. She was now on her knees, and totally vulnerable. I stripped off my clothing, my cock enormously rigid and wet at the tip. With her ass in the air, her hairy cunt was facing me. I used her flowing juices to lubricate my cock head - and thrust deeply into her love tunnel with one forceful push. There was nothing tender about any of this, from beginning to end. After minutes of owning her wet cunt, with her moans.