He moaned.The nigger began to pound me even harder than before.He loved making me feel pain; but I was enjoying his attack. My cunt felt warm and lube...; so I loved his thick cock pumping me… ''Tell me, bitch!... tell me you love my black cock up your pussy…”I loved it; but I kept my mouth shut, even muffling pleasure moans.He pumped me even harder, making me finally moan and scream in pleasure. I could not stand it anymore and I finally came on his black cock… My cunt exploded and the bastard. "Make her cum all over that beautiful cock of yours. She wants you to fuckher good and hard, don't you honey?" Cassy nodded, gazing up at me with themost pitiful, pleading little-girl look I had ever seen. "Ooooh, yes, Steve!Fuck me, please fuck me!" she begged. "Okay, baby, you asked for it. Hangon!", I grunted. I pumped faster, my cock throbbing and straining. It feltlike my prick was a steel ramrod, plunging in and out between Cassy's softhairless little pussylips. Her cunthole was extremely. Jo.”“Hank, I have heard that, but I don’t see how. Why?”“Well there’s some fact to it. He was out to the ranch looking for horses. He said I was small enough to be a rider. He wanted to know if I could ride.”“Christ, Hank, you’re too young. You ain’t been fourteen long.”“Don’t matter. The boys were telling him about me and the mule race we had a bit ago. Majors’ outfit is going forward with riders moving mail by horseback. They’re setting up stations already. The stations are about ten miles. Lovingly, Nighthawk I turned around to see the slender, black remote control, lying as he said it was near the couch. Lifting it toward the audio system to the right of the fireplace, I started the music that softly filled the quiet room. Single melodies of strings and woodwinds gradually blended into a crescendo that slowly descended once again into a single violin’s song eliciting visions of solitude. ‘Jessie, go outside and stand on the porch. Look to your right and watch the evening’s.