Shame

Shame
copyright 2001 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009



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 toughs
leaning down on his saddle.

"What do you men want?" 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, Mister."

"Think about what we said," growled the cowboy turning his horse and
galloping off. The two others followed him.

Father watched them go with 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," 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 halfway 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?" asked Shame finally turning his attention on me.

"Mr. Shame," I blurted out. "Whys your skin so dark? You burnt in a fire
or sumptin?"

Mother gasped. Father said, "He's a black man, Caleb. Now hush up."

We finished eating and Shame sat back contentedly and patted his belly.
"Ma'am that was the best meal I ever had." Ma blushed. She loved feeding
Her family and guests to our table.

After dinner, pa got out his pipe and I was ushered off upstairs to
bed. I tried to listen, but all I could hear was some muttering.

********************

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 scared 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."

"Elijah’s a big man. How come he didn't stand up to them?"

"It's contrary to god’s will to raise our hands against another human
being, sir."

"A real man fights for what he believes in, Hetty," said Shame. "What did they want 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 and 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 that the
first duty of any wife was to tame a husband's more carnal desires. "I
thought you were a gentleman, Mr. Shame. I was wrong. Good night, sir."

"Hetty wait," said Shame, before she reached the barn door. She stopped
and turned. "You ever hear of a hand job?"

"No sir."

"It's where you stroke a man’s cock untils it cums. Do that for me each day and I'll stay awhile and protect your family."

"That’s disgusting."

"Think of it like your milkin a cow. Just run your hands up and down it
untils I cums."

"Like milkin a cow," said Hetty  pausing. She had seen the way the
cowboys reacted when they saw Shame. They were clearly scared of him.
"If I do this for you, you'll stay?"

"Yes ma'am. If you makes me cum once every day, I'll stay as long as you
need me."

"How do I do this?"

He grinned knowing he had won. "Kneel between my legs and undo my
trousers."

Hetty felt a little angry. A black man was looking condescendingly at
her. They sure were getting uppity after the war. However, this was a
small price to pay for keeping her family safe. It would be just like
milkin a cow. Take the teat in your hand and tug on it until milk
squirts out. She kneeled between his legs. He smirked down at her while
she took his belt off and undid his trousers.

Hetty didn't want to look at it, so she turned her head as she reached
in his pants and grabbed something. "Please remove your arm, sir," said
Hetty.

"That's not my arm," replied Shame.

Hetty turned to look as she pulled out his massive black penis. "My god
sir, it's as big as the organ on Mr. Taylor's prize bull."

Shame just laughed and pushed his trousers down to his knees revealing
his testicles. It looked like two large apples had been shoved into a
wrinkly black sack. "What's the matter Hetty, ain't Elijah's cock this
big?"

Hetty had never actually looked at her husband's penis, but judging how
it felt inside her when they fornicated, Shame was at least twice as big
and a lot thicker. She ignored his question and said, "Where do I
began?"

"Spit in your hand," he said. She looked a him distastefully, but
obeyed. "Now coat it around the tip." As she rubbed around the tip, a
giant black, plum-sized head emerged from his wrinkly dark foreskin to
stare a her. It was huge and harder then her husbands penis had ever
been. He groaned as she touched it. "Now coat the rest of it."

Hetty spit in her hand and rubbed further along his shaft. It grew even
bigger as she stroked it. His big bull cock was more then a foot long
and still swelling. It was so big, her mouth was dry by the time it was
coated with saliva.

"Now milk the cow, ma'am," said Shame.

Hetty began stroking it. She slid her hand up and down the shaft. It was
fascinating to hold his big cock. It was a bull's cock, a horse's cock,
a giant hooded black snake. It was so hard, you could hammer in a nail
with it. 'The devil must have a cock this big,' thought Hetty.

Her hand grew tired and she switched, spitting again to coat it. Soon
that hand too grew tired and she started using both hands to get him
off. "It's so hot," she murmured.

"Isn't your husband's?" asked Shame.

"I don't know, I've never done this to Elijah."

"Faster Hetty, faster."

Both her arms were tired, but Hetty increased her speed. "Mr. Shame it's
getting bigger," she cried as it grew in her hand. His entire cock was
swelling now. The head was an angry purple color and was so big it
looked about to burst.

"Here it cums, Hetty," moaned Shame.

Hetty watched fascinated as the eye seemed to open and then his entire
cock leaped out of her hand as it spit it's venom. His hot black seed
splattered on her face. He came again and again, covering her face,
hands, and soiling her dress. His sperm was more then her husband had
cum in twenty years of marriage.

"Sorry ma'am, but it has been a while since I came last."

Hetty stood up in disbelief and fled the barn. She felt a little sick at
what she had done, but it was a small price to pay for keeping her
children safe. She ran to the well to clean herself up. The water only
helped a little. His sperm seemed to turn all stringy as she washed and
she was worried about staining her dress. If she did this for Mr. Shame again, she'd have to think of a cleaner way to do this.

Hetty stopped cleaning herself as she thought about giving him another
hand job. She felt moisture between her legs and realized that she was
aroused. She had never been aroused! Hetty had been brought up in a
religious society that believed sex was something women had to endure in
order to bare children. She thought of her husband 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 the previous night’s dinner. Everyone was quiet 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
ten 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 you’re 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 last night, but it seemed appropriate on Shame.

"Come to pay me?" asked Shame.

"Yes," said Hetty. She gasped again as Shame turned around and threw the
towel down. His back was crisscrossed with white scars from his neck to
his hard rear end. Scars from an overseers whip. They were old and
faded, the fact that they were so visible attesting to the brutality of
the beating he had received many years before.

Shame walked over to his bedroll, took it off the cot, and threw it on
the hay. He laid down on his back and motioned for Hetty to kneel
between his legs. She obeyed. In a strange way, she was looking forward
to doing this again. She had been so aroused after last night, that she
had pulled a delighted Elijah on top of her for a few minutes of sex.

"What's that you got there in your hand?" asked Shame.

"I didn't much care for spitting in my hand so I brought along some
honey. I hope you don't mind if I use that instead?"

"Whatever works for you," said Shame.

Hetty nodded and removed the lid from the honey jar. Shame's cock was
hardening in anticipation before she even touched it. It was
straightening out and rising towards the ceiling, the head was emerging
from the foreskin as it rose. Her eyes were wide as she scooped out some
honey and began coating his cock with it.

"There's one problem," said Hetty staring at his cock as she began
stroking it. "Your seed stained my dress last night and I had trouble
cleaning it off me."

"I'll warn you before I blows."

Satisfied Hetty returned her attention to his cock. She used both hands
early this time, since it took two to encircle the thick black sausage.
The honey was an excellent lubricant and her hands slid easily over the
shaft. She could tell Shame was enjoying it because he was slowly
thrusting his hips each time she brought her hands down.

He lasted a long time again, but eventually his cock started swelling as
he approached orgasm. "Gettin close, Hetty," he grunted.

Hetty let go and leaned back before it went off. His rampant black cock
jerked with each beat of his heart, but he didn't cum.

"Don't stop Hetty," said Shame, "I'm losing it."

Hetty reached around his hips and tried to jerk him off that way, but
the angle was difficult and her arm quickly grew tired. Shame seemed
frustrated and angry. He stood up and positioned his cock right before
her face.  "Stroke my cock, bitch."

She grabbed it and started stroking again. She had to start over, but
thankfully it quickly grew again. The head of his cock looked like it
was about to explode. Just as the pee-slit started opening, Shame
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forwards, the tip of his
cock forcing it's way between her lips just as it exploded. She tasted
the honey for a second  before the taste was overwhelmed by the sperm
filling her mouth.

Hetty had been caught off guard and was out of breath. She inadvertently
swallowed his first wad, then horrified reared her head back, the second
and third wads splattering on her face and dress. Not knowing what to
do, she brought her lips back around his cock head to keep the rest of
his cum from soiling her. She was surprised at how hot his sperm was and
the taste wasn't all that bad. She swallowed the rest without
difficulty.

********************

The next day, Hetty caught herself staring at Shame. Caleb was at school
and the rest of the family were about various errands. Shame was
enlarging the corral near the barn. He had is shirt off and she could
just make out his bulging muscles flexing as he hammered, shoveled, and
hefted the fencing. She stared so long she neglected her housework.

Hetty tried to concentrate on her chores, but found herself returning to
the window. Finally, she gave in and decided to take him some lemonade
so that she could get a closer view of his chest.

"Thanks ma'am," said Shame, downing a glass, "That sure hits the spot."

"You looked like you needed it Mr. Shame," said Hetty, "and I brought it
to you despite your bad behavior last night."

"What behavior are you referring to, ma'am?"

"Why, when you shoved your cock in my mouth, sir."

"I merely did that to keep from soiling you. I thought that's what you
wanted?"

"That is what I wanted, but it wasn't what I had in mind," said Hetty
reliving the moment his cum filled her mouth. Odd, the thought didn't
disgust her. She felt her nipples hardening as she remembered Shame‘s big cock pumping mouthful after mouthful of hot ejaculate into her mouth. "Anyway, it didn't work. You still soiled my face and
dress."

"Then you should do it nude until you can swallow my entire load. That
way your dresses won't get messed up."

"I couldn't do that," said 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 you’re 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
over her head. Shame’s 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 always 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.

********************

I knew I shouldn't, but I just couldn't 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 halfway 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. "They’re 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, don’t you be forgettin 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  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 swollen larger then she had ever seen it and
it glistened from her tongue bath. "Why sir, I do believe your cock's
enjoying this!"

"I can assure you it is, ma'am," replied Shame, breathing heavily. "It's
gonna like this part even more. Now suck on it"

Hetty was breathing heavily too as she took the head into her mouth
again. Her nipples were so hard they were sore and she could feel
moisture between her thighs. She couldn't understand why her body
continued to have this reaction when she was with Shame.

Just the head of Shame's cock seemed to fill her mouth and Hetty had no
idea how she was going to swallow much more, but she loved a challenge.
Hetty began to bob her head. Soon the tip touched the back of her
throat. She pushed down and immediately felt herself choking so she
backed up. The head plopped out of her mouth and she stared at it trying
to figure the best way to go about this.

"Just relax your throat and breathe through your nose," said the black
man.

Hetty nodded and put her lips around the tip again. She took a deep
breath and pushed down. This time she suppressed her gag reflex and let
the head push into her throat. Still, she withdrew, this time keeping
the head in her mouth before trying again. Soon she was pushing more and
more inside her. Staring down his shaft was making her dizzy so she
closed her eyes and concentrated on swallowing. She took more and more
until sure she was near the end, Hetty opened her eyes and was
astonished to see that she was only halfway there. Hetty growled in
frustration and attacked Shame's cock. She started bobbing her head
furiously trying to take more. Shame seemed to like her enthusiasm and
he started bucking his hips forward with each downward thrust of her
head.

Unfortunately, she started feeling her throat getting sore and her neck
was getting tired. She had only managed three-quarters, but he didn't
seem to mind. His cock was swelling again. Hetty brought her good hand
up to the base and began stroking half while sucking on the rest. Just
when she feared it was swelling so much she'd choke again, it blew. His
cock spasmed in her throat and she could feel it pumping, his cum
sliding directly into her belly. She missed the taste and removed all
but the head so that he was cumming in her mouth. She used her hands to
milk every drop she could, until it was dry and she reluctantly released
it.

"Your cock suckin is as good as your cookin, ma'am," said Shame turning to blow out the lantern.

Hetty blushed and felt a surge of pride at pleasing him. "Next time, sir, I'm going to take it all." She pulled on her shift and returned to her husband pleased that there wasn't any mess to clean up this time.

********************

The next day Shame hitched up the wagon for Elijah. After breakfast the
rancher was going into town to conduct some business. He was taking
Caleb to school and Mary was riding along to buy some things in town.

Shame went inside for his breakfast while Hetty went out to wave bye to
her family. "More flapjacks, Shame," said Hetty upon returning.

"Much obliged, ma'am," said Shame as Hetty refilled his plate.

Shame finished his breakfast and sat back in the chair. Hetty had
disappeared while he ate.

"Oh sir."

Shame turned to look at Hetty. He grinned when he saw she was standing
nude in the doorway to the living room. She looked fantastic. Hetty had
actually fixed her hair up a little and he detected just a touch of
make-up on her lips and cheeks.

"The family will be gone for several hours, I was thinking we might be
more comfortable in a bed. Why wait for tonight?"

"Why wait indeed?" said Shame turning to follow her upstairs.

Shame stretched out, his beefy body taking up more then half the bed.
Hetty couldn't kneel between his legs because of a large baseboard, so
she sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over him as she took his cock
in her mouth.

"Hetty you'll strain your neck," said Shame.

"Why don't you climb on top?"

"There's no room, sir."

"In the other direction," he said grabbing her leg.

Hetty let Shame pull her on top of him and she found herself looking
down at his cock while she straddled his chest. She was embarrassed at
the view he must have. He could probably see deep inside her. Hetty
suppressed her shame and began licking Shame's cock, she planned on
taking it all this time.

"Hetty," said Shame. "I was just wondering, how come you're still naked.
You managed to swallow my entire load last time."

Hetty paused licking down the shaft and said, "I don't know, but you're
right, 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, "What’s 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 baptized 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 that her orgasmic pleasure was
being replaced by another equally 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.

"What 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."


Part 2


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, up thrust 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 cowboy’s
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 the fuck off this land," said Shame, standing between the cowboys
and Mary.

The other cowboy went for his gun while Slim tried to pull his pants up.
The cowboy's gun hadn't even left the holster when he saw the black
man's revolver pointed at him. He froze and moved his hand away from his
gun.

"If I see you two assholes anywhere around here again, I'll kill you."

The cowboys were red-faced as they mounted their horses. Slim spit in
Shame's direction and rode off.

Mary flew out of the water and into Shame's arms as soon as they were
gone. She clung to him, shivering with fear as she cried into his chest.

Shame holstered his gun and wrapped his arms around the scared, naked
girl. He held her like that for close to an hour before she had calmed
down. "Thank god, you came along when you did," said Mary finally
letting him go. She seemed suddenly conscious of her nudity.

"I was just riding along the property line when I heard you scream," he
lied. "Are you hurt?"

"I don't think so," said Mary blushing as she backed up. She held an arm
across her breasts to hide them.

"I've got to make sure you're ok," said Shame grabbing the startled
girl.

She gasped as he pulled her arm down. Shame caressed her big left
breasts, his fingers twirling the nipple between them. "Does this hurt?"
he asked smirking as the nipple turned rock hard.

"N-no," she stuttered.

"How about this?" he asked moving on to her other breast. She shook her
head and he turned her sideways, running one hand down her slim, flat
belly and the other down her back. "Any bruises here?"

"N-no sir," she replied breathing heavily.

Shame kneeled as one hand slid over her bush and the other grabbed an
ass cheek. "You look fine," he said. His skillful finger slipped between
her thighs and along her slit. She jumped as the tip of his finger
slipped into her pussy. Soon his dry finger was wet as her juices
started flowing.

"Any pain here?" asked Shame.

"N-none sir," said Mary. She was moaning and her hips were starting to
thrust forward into his finger.

"Then you appear fine," said Shame. He stood up and turned around so
that she could get dressed.

Mary stared wide eyed at Shame's back. She was panting and her entire
body felt alive. She wanted his finger back, but the girl just bent over
to get dressed.

********************

I never saw such a hubbub as when Shame rode up to the house with Mary
sitting before him, crying into his chest. Mother went into hysterics
when she heard about Mary and she escorted my sister upstairs to her
room. Pa seemed to fight a great conflict within himself. He would stare
at the rifles in their case then shake his head. His hands were shaking.

"I'm a man of god, Shame," said Pa. "I can't harm my fellow man, but
forgive me lord, if I had been there...."

Pa put his head into his hands and started to cry himself. I had never
seen pa cry and it frightened me. Shame would never cry.

"Don't worry, Elijah," said Shame. "as long as I'm here, your family is
safe."

"Thank you, sir," said pa getting up to shake Shame's hand. "Shame, I
owe you a debt of gratitude, whatever I own is yours if you name it."

Mother was too upset to cook that night. Pa and I fixed up a little
something to eat. After dinner, Shame headed out to the barn and Pa
started drinking. I have only seen father drink once before, when there
was bad drought and we thought we'd lose both the crops and the cattle.
Soon, the bottle was empty and I could hear him snoring, even in my
room.

********************

Hetty was still wild-eyed as she entered the barn and removed her shift.
She threw herself into Shame's arms and began planting kisses all over
the black man's broad, muscular chest.

"Thank you, sir, thank you," she said crying. "Thank you for saving my
baby girl."

Hetty quit kissing his chest and looked up at him. Shame leaned down and
kissed her for the first time. His kiss was powerful, never-ending, and
dominating. His tongue forced it's way past her lips and into her mouth.
Hetty kissed him back, her own tongue sliding into his mouth. His cock
grew against her belly, expanding until the tip was poking at her
breasts.

"Elijah said whatever he owned was mine, if I wanted it," said Shame. "I
want you."

"I know it's wrong, but I want you too. Just this once Shame, for saving
Mary. Make love to me."

"You're right it's wrong, so we won't make love."

"But I want to feel you inside me," she said feeling rejected.

"When a black man loves a woman, she gets taken away by master."

"I don't understand."

"Black men don't make love any more, we fuck."

"Then fuck me Shame."

"That I will ma'am."

Shame lowered her onto the bedroll. He knelt between her legs and pulled
back on his foreskin as he began rubbing the head of his cock along her
slit. She looked down her body at the foot long shaft poised to
penetrate further then any man had ever gone before. She felt
intimidated by it, but she was also holding her breath in anticipation.
His continuous rubbing along her slit had her soaked and her hips were
thrusting up, wanting him inside her.

Hetty was leaning up, watching as Shame pressed down on his cock. She
whimpered as her pussy lips spread open, then quickly closed around the
head. Shame's cock was hard and unyielding as he worked it in. It
glistened with her juices every time he withdrew it only to shove it
forward again, each time going a little deeper.

She felt completely stuffed by his thick cock when it was in as far as
Elijah's could go and that wasn't even half-way. With a grunt, Shame
pushed it into virgin territory. Hetty's body was responding to his big
cock. She was arching her back, thrusting her hips up with each little
thrust of his cock. Her nipples were rock hard and little spasms of
pleasure were exploding throughout her body.

He had worked nine inches in when it started to hurt. "Ow! No more
Shame," she begged. "It's too big."

"Do you want it all?" he asked.

"Yes, but it hurts."

Shame grinned at her. He moistened one finger in his mouth and then
placed it on the nub at the tip of her pussy where it rubbed against his
shaft. Shame circled his finger around the nub, sending shivers up her
spine as the nub became engorged. She was raising her hips up into his
finger, forcing another inch of cock into her pussy when the orgasm
exploded from her womb.

Hetty screamed in pleasure. It was her biggest orgasm yet and as her cum
freshly lubricated his cock, Shame buried it to the hilt. The orgasm was
a mixture of pain and pleasure as she took it all, but it was mostly
pleasure and it seemed to last forever.  

Hetty didn't know how her husband could ever satisfy her again and then
she snorted, Elijah had never satisfied her to begin with. He was
nothing like Shame. If she hadn't met the black man, she wouldn't even
know what an orgasm was. Hetty hadn't even recovered from the first one
when Shame began to move and her next orgasm started building.

She had another one and another as he slowly fucked her while holding
her knees. Shame then dropped her knees and leaned forward crushing her
body. He hunched over and began kissing her again as he picked up speed.

Hetty couldn't think clearly as his massive cock relentlessly pounded
into her. She felt safe in his arms and she felt owned as his cock
fucked her into complete submission. He quit kissing her and she found
her face buried in his chest as Shame began grunting. Hetty planted
little kisses all over his chest just as his cock swelled up and jet
after jet of his cum sprayed into her womb. His orgasm triggered her own
and the two lovers ground their crotches together as their fluids
mingled.

"You like?"

"It felt incredible. I think I like fucking," said Hetty pouting as he
pulled his cock out. "Jesus, you're still hard." His cock had remained
swollen, only drooping a little.

"Wanna go again?"

Elijah was passed out on the bed and wouldn't wake until the morning.
"I'd love to," said Hetty.

Hetty stayed with Shame until dawn and he fucked her twice more. He
showed her several new ways to fuck outside the missionary position. She
mounted him and rode his cock, cumming several more times. She loved being able to control the penetration, but missed the secure feeling she got when she was crushed beneath him. She got on all fours in the hay as he fucked her like a bull fucks a cow in the field.
This position made her feel used and helpless, completely at Shame's
mercy. She loved fucking that way the best of all.

******************

Hetty felt an itch deep in her pussy the minute Shame walked in for
breakfast. All through the meal, a dumb grin kept breaking out on her
face. Luckily, Elijah took credit for her good mood. Her husband had
rolled on top of her early in the morning, poking his little penis into
her. "Squeeze your legs together, I can't feel a thing," he had
grumbled. Thankfully, it gave her an excuse for all the sperm between
her legs. Her pussy had leaked sperm for hours after she left Shame.

The men had to go round up some stray cattle so they were gone most of
the day. Mary was still upset and stayed in her room. Finally, the poor
girl ate a little something when Hetty took her dinner up to her.

The itch in her pussy returned, the minute she snuck into the barn and
saw Shame sitting naked on the cot. He moved the bedroll over to the
straw and laid down. Hetty started sucking him off without saying a
word.

"Isn't your hand healed?" asked Shame the minute she had deep throated
his cock.

"Yes, sir," she replied, reluctantly taking her lips of his shaft.

"You don't have to blow me anymore then. You can go back to just giving
me a hand job."

Hetty hadn't thought about it. She was quite content sucking him off,
feeling his hot cock pulse in her mouth, and the feeling of satisfaction
she felt when her mouth filled with his sperm. It wasn't something she
was ready to give up. When she spoke, it was from the heart, "I don't
mind, sir. I'll do whatever pleases you."

"It would please me ma'am, if I could fuck you again."

Her mind and body both screamed, 'yes,' but Hetty couldn't risk it
again. She was pretty sure it had been safe last night and would
probably still be safe tonight, but discretion ruled. "I'm sorry Shame.
I don't think we can ever do that again."

"Well, if I can't fuck you again, at least climb up here so I can suck
on them big titties."

That was a reasonable request and she obeyed, but it turned out to be a
big mistake. As she climbed up his body, his cock slid right between her
legs. her pussy soaked his shaft, to the point it felt like he had cum
again. Hetty wanted him inside her and Shame leaning up, gently sucking
a nipple between his teeth only made it worse. She found she was sliding
her slit along his cock.

"Why don't you just let me put the head in?" he whispered.

Hetty's eyes were closed as she nodded her head. "Ok, just don't cum in
me." She squatted up as he held his cock up and she slowly lowered
herself over the head, sighing as her pussy lips closed around it.

Hetty slowly raised and lowered herself over the head. Each downward
thrust taking a little more of his cock until she was riding about five
inches. Hetty felt an orgasm approaching and increased her pace until it
exploded from her womb.

The orgasm made her legs weak and Hetty collapsed, impaling herself on
all twelve inches 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 cause it‘s big?"

"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 this 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, unbuttoning his shirt.

Mary's eyes roamed up and down Shame's chest as he removed his shirt.
His physique was of Herculean proportions. She had never seen such a
perfect specimen of masculinity. Her father was a big man. with strong
arms, but his belly bulged out over his belt, like when ma was pregnant
with Caleb. Shame's stomach was dominated by six hard ridges without an
ounce of fat.

He turned around to throw his shirt over the saddle and her expression
changed from one of admiration to one of shock when she saw the old
scars crisscrossing his back. She had only heard a little about the
horrors of slavery, but had never seen one of it's victims.

Shame turned back around and removed his belt. "Aren't you gonna cover
your eyes, Miss?"

Mary nodded and held her palms over her face, leaving a crack between
her fingers to peek through. Shame was smiling as he pulled his pants
down. She hadn't seen a nude male since she had bathed her little
brother years ago.

As his pants lowered, she saw the root of his penis appear. At first she
thought it was a trick of the light, for the base of his penis looked
amazingly thick, but as he lowered his trousers, more was revealed. She
thought it would never end until finally the head plopped out of his
pants. His penis immediately shot up until it was sticking straight out,
angled slightly down. Her little brother's penis had looked like a
little worm, Shame's was as big as a baby's arm. It was a long, plump,
black, hooded serpent.

After Shame had stripped, he lowered himself into the water and walked
towards Mary. When Shame was in the water up to his neck, he tried to
swim over to her, but only flailed around in the water. His eyes were
wide with fright as he grabbed her to keep from drowning.

Mary felt a shiver run down her spine when he touched her. Shame's hands
were all over her body trying to find a hold. They covered her breasts
and ran down her belly, once even grabbing the inside of her thighs
until finally settling on holding her waist.

"Put your feet down," she said. "The water is not that deep." Shame
calmed down and he looked relieved as his body stabilized. "You can keep
your hands on my waist if it makes you feel safer." His hands made her
feel safer too.

She tried to show him how to swim, moving across the pool to the other
side. He kept his hands around her waist as they swam. She felt a
thrill, each time their bodies accidentally touched. They found a
shallow spot and sat down.

"You're caked in dirt," said Mary. "Let me clean you up." Mary swam back
to the other side and returned with a small bar of soap. She ran the
soap over Shame's muscular back, lathering it up. He leaned forward so
she could get lower and Mary looked down at his hard black buttocks. As
she reached down, her breasts pressed into his back. It felt good to
have their bodies pressing against each other. She moved in front of him
and lathered his arms before moving to his chest.

She spent a lot of time lathering his chest, moving slowly so she could
examine every muscle on his torso. She moved the soap lower down his
belly and under the water. She encounter a hard knob around his belly
button and grabbed it. She quickly let go realizing that it was the tip
of his penis. She hadn't expected it to be sticking straight up or for
it to reach past his navel.

Suddenly, Shame shot up out of the water. His penis fell over like a
tree until it was pointed right at her mouth. She stared cross-eyed down
the shaft. Ma had explained to her about sex, but Hetty had said nothing
about how big penises were or how beautiful. Mary found it fascinating.

"I thought I heard something," he grunted, looking around.

Mary quit staring at his penis, suddenly afraid the cowboys had come
back. She had been so enthralled with it, she hadn't wondered what had
alarmed him.

"Just a coyote," he said sitting back down.

Mary knew the color had drained out of her face and she was shivering in
the water. She swam into Shame's arms and held onto him, their naked
bodies pressed together. "Please don't let them hurt me," she said
crying into his chest.

"Miss Mary," he said gently grabbing her chin and pulling her face up to
look him in the eye, "I'll die before I let anyone hurt you." As he
looked down at her something magical happened and their lips touched.

The kiss grew in passion, his lips parted and his tongue pressed against
her lips. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in. She ran her
own tongue around Shame's, sometimes pushing it into his mouth.

Mary suddenly wiggled out of Shame's arms and swam back across the
spring. He followed her across. "You learn fast," she said.

"What?"

"You were just swimming and pretty good too."

"Thanks," said Shame. "I just watched what you did. You're so beautiful,
I can't take my eyes off of you."

Mary blushed bright red at the compliment. She rose up out of the water
and let Shame have a good look at her naked body. She turned and walked
over to her shade tree, where she laid down on the grass. He rose up out
of the water and followed her, his big penis leading the way.
Shame laid down on his side facing her, his elbow resting on the ground
to hold his head up so he could look at her. Shame reached out and
gently caressed her face before running his hand down her neck and over
her breasts. Her body jumped at his touch and she could hear her own
heart beating in her ear. He began stroking his hand down over her belly
and she found her hips raising with each downward stroke. Once his
stroke accidentally touched her pubic hair and she felt hot throughout
her entire body.

Shame stopped and laid down on his back.
It was her turn to caress him. She ran her dainty little hand all over
the ridges on his chest. Her little white hand stood out against his
dark black skin, the contrast between their skin was almost as
fascinating as his penis, which was lying flat against his stomach. It
covered his navel and it seemed to leap up each time she brought her
hand down close to it. "Can I touch it?"

"It awaits your pleasure, Miss Mary."

Mary grabbed his shaft near the base amazed that there was still two
inches between her fingers. She slid her hand down between his legs. His
testicles were big and heavy, not as big as a bulls, but close. She
hefted them in her hand, surprised at the weight. Mary released his
testicles and ran her hand back up the shaft. She grabbed the tip and
pulled his foreskin down. Watching the big plum-sized head of his penis
emerge fascinated her, so she began stroking it, watching the head
appear and disappear. Amazingly it seemed to grow even thicker as she
stroked it and wetness appeared around his pee-slit. "Oh Shame, why's
your penis leaking?"

"It's called pre-cum Miss Mary," he said. "It helps lubricate a cock
before fuckin."

"Cock?"

"What a black man calls his penis."

"What's Fuckin?" she asked still stroking his cock.

"What a black man calls fornicatin."

"Shame," she asked, "Would you fuck me? I want you to make me a woman."

"I'd be honored Miss Mary," he said sitting up. "Are you sure?"

Mary nodded, but she was trembling from nervousness. "You make me feel
safe."

"It'll hurt the first time and I promise to be gentle. After that I
guarantee you'll fall in love with my cock," he said.

Mary nodded again. She was already half in love with Shame. She had
crushes on men before, but none were as powerful as the feelings she
felt towards the black man.

Shame climbed on top of her and kissed her again. He moved his mouth
down to her neck, then her chest. Mary was gasping as he kissed down her
breast and she felt a surge of pleasure when he closed his lips over her
nipple. His kisses turned to licks and he ran his tongue all around her
nipple, then across her body to her other breast. He moved from her
breasts, down her ribs, leaving behind two sensitive, engorged, hard
nipples. His tongue slid down her belly and into her navel. She sucked
her stomach in at his touch, he made her whole body feel alive. He left
her belly, his head moving down under her navel.

"What are you doing sir?"

"I'm making sure you're well lubricated," he said licking down the side
of her pubic hair. "There'll be less pain if you're ready for me." He
licked down the other side.

Mary's whole body spasmed when he licked between her legs. Ma had never
said anything about this. Shame's tongue worked it's way into her
vagina, he began licking up and down. She was raising her hips with each
upward thrust of his tongue wanting him in deeper. He moved up to the
tip and waves of pleasure shot up from her vagina. His tongue flickered
rapidly over the tip which seemed to be growing as did the pleasure
coming out of her vagina. It kept growing until it was just at the point
she thought she couldn't take any more and her vagina seemed to explode.
Her entire body was overwhelmed with pleasure as she screamed in
ecstasy.

"Now you should be well lubricated," he said kissing his way back up.

"W-what just happened?" she said staring wide-eyed up at the cloudy blue
sky. The area between her legs was soaked. She felt all warm and tingly.

"You just came," he said, kissing her breasts again. "Women often cum
when they have their pussy licked. Did you like it?"

"Uh-huh," she replied still shocked at the intensity of the feeling that
had just permeated her body.

"Good," said Shame arching his back until the head of his cock was
resting between her legs. "My big cock will give you lots of orgasms in
the future."

The head of his cock rested against her pussy, which opened for it as he
pushed it in. Just the head felt like it would rip her apart, it was so
big. She started to have second thoughts, but it was too late. Shame was
pulling his hips back to begin the thrust that would make her a woman.
Mary winced and bit her lip as he gave the short thrust that took her
maidenhead.

After taking her virginity, Shame wiggled his hips trying to work more
cock inside her. Each inch hurt, but her love for Shame was such that
she suppressed the pain. He only managed to get about half his cock
inside her and then he began slowly sliding it in and out. The pain had
faded a little, but her pussy was still sore as he fucked her. Mary
arched her neck and kissed his chest.

As the pain faded, she was able to explore her other emotions. She felt
safe and secure crushed underneath his body. Mary had always been a bit
of a loner, but she felt a deep sense of belonging impaled on the end of
Shame's cock.

Small waves of pleasure were beginning to permeate her body and then the
pain returned as his cock seemed to grow even thicker. It jerked in her
pussy and she moaned as his hot seed struck deep into her womb. Mary
winced as Shame pulled is cock out. It was hard, glistening, and
rampant. He pulled it out in time for her to watch several long strands
of sperm shoot out of the end to land on her belly and breasts.

"Will you come keep an eye on me again tomorrow?" she asked watching
sperm dripping from his cock.

"That would be my pleasure, Miss Mary."

********************

"Mary, are you alright?" asked Ma.

I looked over at my sister. She was walking around all bowlegged, like
when you ride a horse for a long time.

"I'm fine," said Mary sitting down to dinner. "I just twisted an ankle."

Both mother and my sister stared worshipfully at Shame all through
dinner. They both adored him, as did I. He was my hero.

"Haven't had much trouble from Bodie lately," said Shame.

"I hear tell he's down in Cheyenne on business," said pa looking up from
his plate.

"Rode out of town the day you saved Mary. 'haps he was scared you'd come
after him."

"Perhaps," said Shame.

********************

"Why so glum?" asked Shame.

"I want your cock so bad," said Hetty pulling off her shift, "but it's
too risky now."

He was standing by the basin where he washed off the days dust. Hetty
walked over to him and hefted his already hard cock. "Shame, are you
alright?" she said. "There's blood crusted on your cock."

"I was just about to clean it off," said Shame. "Nothing to worry about,
just a nick from a bush." He cleaned his cock off and sat on the cot. He
spread his legs and she took her rightful place on her knees between
them.

"Assume the position," he ordered after she had sucked on his cock for
about fifteen minutes.

"We can't fuck any more," she said even as her body was obeying him. She
got down on her hands and knees facing away so he could fuck her like a dog. "It's just too risky." He had fucked her every day since the
first time. They tried to fight it, but his cock always found it's way
inside her pussy.

Shame reached under the cot and pulled out the old jar of honey. She
looked over her shoulder as he coated his cock with honey and then
started rubbing honey around her rectum, pushing his finger in a little
as he coated it.

"Shame, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer her. The last couple times they had fucked, Shame had
worked his thumb into her ass. It shocked her at first, but soon felt
wonderful. His thumb was nearly as big as Elijah's penis. It felt like
she was being doubly fucked and it triggered some of her biggest
orgasms.

Hetty felt his thumb poking at her ass again, then realized it was too
big. She looked over her shoulder to see Shame pushing down on his cock
as the big head rested on her rectum.

"Jesus! No, not there. Don't fuck me there. You'll rip me apart."

Shame was not to be denied. Hetty felt her ass open wide and slowly
close over the head of Shame's cock. Pain shot up her body. It reminded
her of child birth, pushing something too big through something too
small. She suppressed it in her desire to please him. This was her fault
after all for denying him her pussy.

The pain faded for a moment only to resume as the thick part just under
the head entered her. Just when she didn't think she could stretch any
further, it was in. The rest of his cock was easy.

He held it buried in her ass letting her get used to it. She still felt
over stuffed, but the pain was fading. The honey had helped and if he
hadn't  prepared her with his thumb previously, she probably couldn't
have taken it.

He began to move after a while, slowly sliding his cock out and pushing
it back in. She let out an involuntary moan as her body started to
respond to this unnatural way of fucking.

Always the generous lover, Shame reached between her leg and began
stroking her pussy. His talented finger soon triggered a series of orgasms.

"Oh god, fuck my ass," she cried. "Fuck my ass with your big black
cock." Talking dirty had become a habit with her and came natural now.

"You like it?" he asked.

"I love it," she moaned pushing her ass back into his cock and wiggling
it around.

"Oh Hetty, I wish I had met you twenty years ago. Your body was built
for big cock."

"I wish so too," she moaned. If she had married Shame, she would have
had twenty years worth of orgasms. Instead, she was stuck with boring
old Elijah. “I wish you was a white man.”

“Then I’d be just like Elijah.“ Shame pounded her hard until his cock swelled. It jerked, filling her ass with sperm. She moaned as Shame quickly pulled his cock out, but he shoved it into her pussy. She had another orgasm as his last few wads of cum sprayed her womb.

He pulled out and rested his cock on her ass cheeks for a moment before
standing and moving back to his cot.

She could feel her ass slowly closing, forcing his sperm out to run down
her crack. She would have to spend a few minutes squatting over the
chamber pot to get all his cum out.

Hetty threw her shift back on. She had added sodomy to her list of sins
with Shame, but if these sins were wrong, how come they felt so good?

**********************

Mary looked up from her book as Shame rode up. She was lying nude under
her shade tree after taking her swim. "I was worried you weren't
coming."

"I was stuck with your father branding some calves. Every moment away
from you was unbearable, Miss Mary."

The young woman stood up with joy and ran over to him as he dismounted.
She excitedly helped him remove his clothes.

"Shame you're dirty, let me bath you."

Mary led Shame down to the water and she began soaping him again. This
time she didn't avoid any part of his body. After doing his chest and
back, Mary soaped his cock and balls. She ran her soapy hand along his
shaft until his cock was rock hard and looked about to burst.

"I can't wait to get in that tight pussy again," he moaned.

"I'm sorry, Shame," she replied. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow, my
pussy's still sore from yesterday."

She finished bathing him and the two moved back onto the grass. Shame
held her in his strong arms kissing her for awhile. "Would you put your
face down there again, Shame?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Would you put your head down on my pussy again?"

"And do what?"

What had he called it yesterday? "Would you eat my pussy?" she asked,
and when he nodded, she added, "please be gentle."

Shame kissed down her body and soon had her humping his face as he ate
her to the second orgasm of her life. She winced every now and then when
he hit a sore spot, but mostly it was pure pleasure.

"Thank you," she said when he moved back up her body.

"What are you going to do about that?" he asked putting her hand on his
cock.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to suck on it."

"With my mouth?" she asked, a little shocked at the idea.

"Yes, it is one of the greatest pleasures a woman can give her man. A
good cocksucker can have any man she wants."

"Then I want to be the best," said Mary, leaning over his hip and taking
his cock in her hand.

"It'll take a lot of practice for you to get real good, Miss Mary. I
don't expect you to swallow much the first couple of times. Lick around
it, then suck on what you can. Use your hand to stroke what you can't
swallow.

Mary pulled the foreskin back and stared at the head for a moment, before kissing it. She ran her tongue down over the head and around it in little circles. When the head shined with her saliva, she opened her
mouth wide and took the head into her mouth.

It wasn't as strange as she thought it would be. In a way it felt
natural to please Shame this way and she would do anything to please
him. She had imagined herself taking it all to show how much she loved
him, but he was right. She couldn't take that much. Each time the head
pushed into her throat, she found herself gagging. Mary finally relaxed
and managed a couple inches in her throat. She gave up and took his
advice, bobbing her head over five inches of his cock and stroking the
rest with her hand.

It felt alive in her mouth, pulsing with power at each beat of his
heart. She could feel it growing even bigger, turning harder, until it
spasmed and his cum struck the back of her throat.

She was surprised at how hot his sperm was. It caught her off guard and
she pulled her head back in shock. His cock exploded again, covering her
face in sperm. Mary regained control and clamped her lips back around
the head. She swallowed the rest of his sperm. It didn't taste bad, just
different, but she felt elated, like it was a reward for a job well
done.

Mary sat back on her knees and Shame stood up. His cock had only
deflated a little and it was pointed right at her mouth, a drop of cum
forming at the end. She licked it up and kissed his cock as she looked
up at him towering over her like an ebony god. Kneeling before him also
felt right and natural.

"Got to get back to work," he said retrieving his clothes.

"Shame, when do you want to tell ma and pa?" she asked going to the
water to clean her face off.

"Tell them what?" he replied pulling on his pants.

"About us."

"What do you mean?"

"About us silly," she replied looking a little exasperated with him.
"I'm eighteen Shame, I need a husband."

"Oh," he said mounting his horse. "Let's just keep it our little secret
for now. We'll surprise them later."

Mary nodded and waved goodbye. She liked the idea of having a secret
from her mother.

The next day, she practiced sucking on his cock again, taking a little
more this time. It did get easier as she learned to accommodate him with
her mouth. She swallowed every drop of his sperm gulping each time his
cock jerked. Afterwards, he ate her to several orgasms.

When he finished, his cock was rock hard again. She learned the true
meaning of fucking as he pistoned his hips slamming a little more then
half is cock into her. There was virtually no pain and she found her
hips rising us to meet his thrusts. His cock seemed to explode in her
womb and she had an orgasm that curled her toes. She almost fainted from
the pleasure.

*******************

Shame had fucked Hetty every night and Mary during the day for several
weeks now.. Mary could take all his cock now and loved every inch of it.
It seemed impossible, but the girl loved fucking even more then her
mother. A few days ago, he had introduced her to ass play and had fucked
her ass earlier today. She had skipped dinner, feigning an illness, but
in reality, she couldn't sit down on the hard wooden chair.

Everyone had settled down after dinner, when a wagon rode up and there
was a pounding at the door. "Elijah, open up."

"That sounds like McCormac," said Elijah answering the door.

Flint McCormac was one of the other homesteaders. "Elijah, Mr. Shame,"
said Flint nodding at them. "We got trouble. Bodie's back from Cheyenne
and he brought a gunslinger with him."

"Do you know his name?" asked Shame.

"Rumor has it, he's named Braddock."

"I know him," said Shame. "He's good, one of the best."

"What do we do Elijah?" asked Flint.

"Shame?"

Shame thought a moment. "Who’s the most hotheaded of you homesteaders?"

"That would be Jake Calleghen," said Flint.

"I agree," said Elijah. "That's Caleb's friend Tommy's dad. He was all
bent out of shape when the cowboys called our son's pigs."

"Go warn Jake then," said Shame. "Braddock will try to provoke him into
a gun fight."

The three men loaded onto Flint's wagon and headed toward Jake
Calleghen's home, but it was too late. Jake lay sprawled before his
home, a still smoking hole in his chest right where his heart was. Some
other homesteaders stood around looking at the body. Jake's wife was in
hysterics, screaming and crying. She tried to throw herself on Jake's
body, but some other wives held her back. Tommy sat on the steps of his
home in a state of shock.

"What happened?" yelled Elijah as the wagon pulled to a stop.

One of the other homesteaders described events just as Shame had
predicted. Bodie, Braddock, and some cowboys had rode up and offered to
buy Jake's land. Jake refused and the gunslinger started insulting him
until he drew his gun. Jake was dead within a few seconds.

"What do we do?" shouted someone.

"Ride to Cheyenne and get the marshal."

"Nope, Jake drew first. The gunslinger was just defending himself.

The men returned home dejected. Shame went out to the barn and retrieved
his pistol. He turned around in time to see Caleb heading towards the
house.

"Pa, pa," cried Caleb. "Shame's got his gun."

Elijah came out of the house just as Shame was mounting up. The rifle
was sticking out of his saddle bag and his things were rolled up. He
looked just like he had the day he rode up.

"Shame, this is my fight," said Elijah.

Shame dismounted. "Elijah, if you ride into town, you'll be as dead as
Jake is."

"I'm a man of god, Shame, but there's only so much a man can take. I'm
coming with you."

"Elijah," said Shame. "I ain't the man you think I am, but I do like you
and I don't want you killed."

Elijah was just starting to reply when Shame's beefy fist came up under
his jaw. The farmer hit the ground hard. Shame mounted up again as Hetty
ran out of the house and up to her husband. "Ma'am," he said nodding at
her as he rode towards town.

********************

Pa was just coming around as ma held up his head. I ran out of the house
and watched Shame ride off. I started walking after him.

"Caleb, you get back here," called Hetty.

I didn't listen and began running after Shame.

********************

Bodie and his men were at the saloon. Shame's boots echoed on the floor
boards as he entered the building and everyone went quiet. Bodie was
sitting at a table towards the end of the saloon, surrounded by Slim and
some other cowboys. Braddock was sitting alone at another table.
"Shame," he greeted the black man as he walked past.

Shame nodded and continued on towards Bodie. Bodie looked up at him. "Is
it done?" he asked.

"Yep," said Shame. "I done knocked her up and the daughter too."

"Gawd damn," yelled Slim looking a Shame with hatred in his eyes.

"Slim wanted the girl for himself," said Bodie calmly. "You were a
little rough on him."

"He was a little rough on the girl. He was just supposed to scare her."

Bodie nodded, reached in his pocket and pulled out a bag. "It's all
there," he said tossing it to Shame.

Shame looked in the bag. Two hundred dollars to give Hetty a baby.
Elijah was the natural leader of all the homesteaders. When his wife
gave birth to a little black bastard, he would become the town laughing
stock. Bodie could then take over his land as well as that of the other
homesteaders. "One more thing Bodie," said Shame. " Don't kill him."
Bodie paused for a moment and then nodded, he had what he wanted.

"Drinks all around," shouted Bodie with delight.

Shame turned around and left the saloon.

********************

"Shame," I cried. Startled, Shame turned around and saw me standing
there outside the saloon. "Did you kill 'em? 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 away from me. 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 $2.00 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 of 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
mulatto 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


Author’s Note:  Shame is obviously based on the novel “Shane”. I believe the idea occurred to me after watching the movie and then reading the book. This was the first appearance of Shame. I also wrote a story called “Hung Coon” based on “High Noon”.  I like the character and these may be some of my best stories. Shame may appear again in other Western parodies.