She was terrified.I laughed.I pressed my cock against that beautiful pink asshole and just leaned down. It saw going to take a lot of power to squeeze...through that ass. It was forced closed tight by the oversized cock in her. Tears streamed down her face. Stop stop stop she begged. The blood was thumping in my ears. I was millimetres in and I could see the agony on her face. I hadn’t even started to stretch that asshole out. I pushed hard, getting my cock an inch in. The largest part of my head. I opened my eyes at the absence of her lips, but soon I felt them cradling the sensitive spot where my jaw and neck joined.She plucked sighs of pleasure from me easily as she traced my shoulder and then at last reached my collarbone. There, her teeth, no longer so delicate, staring digging into my skin as she continued to descend, at the same time she was getting rid of my dress. I could do nothing but mimic her movements and say goodbye to her white shirt, which fell to the ground anticipating. 30-30 worked out better, we could always get a lever-action version.The shotguns were a conundrum. There could be a lot of recoil expected from any of them, but which gave the best combination of recoil and stopping power? We would just have to test out the 12, 16 and 20 gauge. I wanted buckshot, no matter what.After the temperature started to fall a little bit, we went out to look at the hill. It turned out to be a good choice; it did not even need any grooming. We had brought the .32 and .38. I want them to see, feel, smell, taste, hear, and experience me in every totally difference contrast possible. I am a single, thirty nine year old, large, toned, slightly overweight for my size, very dark skinned black man, with a large thick and ten inch long uncut cock. I am bald but sport a goatee. My lips are full and I have all my teeth. I have large hairy balls. My arms are big and full of power, and my shoulders are large and round like basketballs. I bath a lot and wear a little cologne.