Hung Coon 
A Shame The Gunslinger Story 
Copyright 2004 by Stormbringer
Revised 2010

Note: This story was originally released in three parts.

Part 1: Inez Martinez

The wind whistled through the canyon walls as the clopping of the
horse's hooves echoed off into the distance. Shame led the horse
up out of the canyon and looked down upon the small town of San
Mandingo. It looked the same as it had the first time he gazed
down upon it six months ago when he had rode into town as their
new lawman. He still remembered the first words he had heard.

"The sheriff is a nig(bong)!" The tolling of the church bell
blocked out the word.

"A what?"

"A nig(bong)!"

"Howdy, ma'am," said Shame, tipping his weather worn hat to the
old woman as she stared up at him dumbfounded.

San Mandingo had been under the control of a ruthless outlaw
named Jesse Adams at the time. Shame quickly confronted the
outlaw and arrested him, but only after putting a slug through
the outlaw's brother. Adams was now safely up at El Paso. San
Mandingo was prospering and the streets were safe. Shame was done
here and would be leaving later that day. A new Sheriff was due
into town the following day. Shame had just returned from
Eastwood City buying supplies for the new sheriff.

Shame galloped into town, riding proudly down the street even
though few citizens would talk to him. "Sheriff Shame, Sheriff
Shame," yelled a man running towards him. It was Tex, the
telegraph operator. "Sheriff, I gots an urgent 'gram for ya." Tex
waved a piece of paper up at the large black man.

"What's it say, Tex?" Shame reined his horse in and leaned down
to look at Tex.

Tex sneered then quickly lost the expression. He didn't like the
black man lording over him. "It says here, the Judge at El Paso
done freed Jesse Adams. Several of ole Jesse's boys done met him
when he got out and they is all on the noon train."

"How many?"

"Half dozen it says. Whatcha gonna do, Sheriff?" Tex spit out
Shame's title with a little contempt.

Shame shook his head. Six months of peace and prosperity and they
still couldn't accept a black man as their Sheriff. "Well, I
reckon I'll just hafta deputize me some of the townsfolk and meet
Adams up at the train station. "Can I count on you, Tex?"

Tex went white as a ghost. "Me? Well... I... Fuck, what are we
paying you for?"

"You ain’t paying me anymore, remember? Today is my last day."

"Well if I was you, Sher.. boy, I'd just be getting out of town a
little early. Sheeit, things weren't all that bad with Jesse
running things."

Shame clicked his tongue and Masai, his black stallion broke into
a gallop. Tex quickly got out of the way.

Shame left Masai at the stable and walked down the dusty rode to
the Sheriff's office. Everywhere he looked townspeople were
talking or pointing at him. Word sure spread fast in Mandingo.
In the Sheriff's office, Shame took some tin deputy stars out of
his desk and shoved them into one pocket. He glanced over at the
wall clock. He had three hours until noon.

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

Inez Martinez lifted a shot of whiskey with one shaking hand and
quickly downed it. She was in her room at the San Mandingo Hotel.
On her bed was an open suitcase with some wrinkled skirts hastily
shoved in it.

Inez had been a poor Mexican girl of fifteen just five years ago
when she met Jorge Martinez, an older gold prospector. Jorge paid
Inez's father for the right to marry her and called in a priest
just two days after seeing her for the first time.

Inez was an incredible beauty. A full large bosom strained at her
peasant blouse. Her face was dominated by large dark eyes and
full red lips. Long kinky dark hair fell halfway down her back.
Her copper colored skin was smooth and unblemished. Once Jorge
had her cleaned up and in a proper dress, she may have been the
most beautiful woman in Mexico.

Sadly, Jorge wasn't much to look at. Nor was the act of
lovemaking what she had expected it to be. Jorge was a good
husband and a good provider. They left Mexico three years ago and
settled in San Mandingo. Jorge bought the town Saloon and began
expanding into a building next door which would become San
Mandingo's hotel. Things were well and they prospered for several
years until Jorge ended up dead.

Jorge Martinez had a fondness for drink and one night he didn't
return home from the saloon. He was found dead in the alley
between the buildings the next day. The cause of death was
unknown. It was Jesse Adams that had told her she was a widow.

Jesse had moved in on the grieving woman and soon he was staying
over at the hotel. Jesse Adams was a monster! For over half a
year she had been forced to couple with the brute. He used her
business profits to drink every night. He beat her. One night
after she had threatened to leave him, he had stormed out only to
return with a branding iron. He heated the brand up in the
fireplace, ripped her clothes from her body, and pressed his
brand up against her right ass cheek. "You're mine, you Mexican
bitch and don't you ever forget that," he hissed at her as her
flesh burned. Her ass was still aching when he forced her to give
his brother a blow job to prove she was his property. A week
later the brother was dead and Adams was on his way to jail in El
Paso. All thanks to Sheriff Shame. She'd never thanked him. She
even went out of her way to avoid the black man.
Inez turned her back to the mirror and gathered up her skirts.
She pulled her underwear aside and could just make out the black
"A" burned into her ass cheek. She jumped when there was a knock
on her door. "Come," she called, releasing her skirts.

Shame took off his hat as he entered the room. He glanced over at
the suitcase on the bed. "I see you've heard the news, Mrs.
Martinez."

"I can't let that animal near me again, Sheriff." Inez looked at
the black man. They were the only minorities in town yet she
couldn't bring herself to consider Shame as an equal. Was skin
color all that important? He was handsome, big and strong, and
extremely capable with a weapon. Yet he was still black.

"I'll protect you, Mrs. Martinez."

"What can you do against half a dozen men?"

"I'm deputizing the townsfolk. We'll meet Adams at the train
station and he'll wish he'd never left his jail cell. He'll never
harm you again, Mrs. Martinez. Not as long as I'm Sheriff."

"But you won't be Sheriff after today." Not that it mattered, the
confrontation was less then three hours away. "Why do you wish to
help me?"

"It's my duty, Ma'am. It's the right thing to do."

"I haven't exactly been kind to you, Sheriff." Inez had denied
Shame the use of her saloon. Not that she really cared, but some
of the patrons didn't want a black man drinking with them. Shame
had entered the bar anyway and decked the first man who gave him
trouble. Now Shame could drink there, but he always sat at a
table alone. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well... as a matter of fact there is."

"Name it, sir."

"I just rode in from Eastwood and I sure could use a bath."

"Of course," cried Inez, her cheeks flushing with shame. She'd
always refused Shame the use of her baths at the motel. "How rude
of me. I'll have one... no I'll heat the water and fill the tub
myself, sir."

"Excellent. Let me run down to the saloon and see who I can
recruit. I'll return shortly." Shame walked down the stairs and
hooked his thumbs into his belt as he walked next door. Shame
pushed the swinging doors in and strolled into the saloon. The
saloon was noisy and the patrons were animated. They shut up when
everyone realized who was standing in the doorway. "Alright,
listen up. You all know why I'm here," shouted Shame. "Jesse
Adams is fixing to come back to town and he's bringing some of
his boys with him. I aims to meet him at the train station. Now
I'm gonna need some deputies. Who is with me?"

Most of the cowboys turned around and went back to their drinks.
Shame's eyes roamed around to those still looking at him and one
by one they cast their eyes down and away from the black man.
"I'm with ya, Sheriff," declared one standing up. He was a
wizened old man, a drunk, and his hands shook.

"Thanks Kane. Anyone else?"

Someone called out, "If I were you Sheriff, I'd get out of town."

Kane staggered over to the black man. He looked around a the
crowd. "Y'all remember what Adams did to my granddaughter. Man's
an animal. A monster. The Sheriff here saved us from that monster
and if you don't respects him for that well..." Kane looked
around the room and spit a wad of tobacco on the floor.
"Here," said Shame, tossing Kane a deputy badge. "Go wait for me
at the Sheriff's office. Ill return shortly."

As the two headed for the door a cowboy sitting at the table
nearest the door stood up. "Things under Adams weren't that bad
for some of us, Sheriff. I hope you get yours, you uppity nig..."
Shame's fist connected with his jaw and the man fell onto the
table collapsing it beneath his weight. His companions all jumped
to their feet, but sat back down when Shame rested his hands upon
his pistols. Everyone in town knew how fast he was with a gun.

"Heh heh, I done think you knocked him out for a week," laughed
Kane once they were outside. "Damn fool's gonna miss the
gunfight. How many others ya got, Sheriff?"

"So far just us."

Kane stopped dead in his tracks. "Just us?"

"Don't worry old timer. I'll get some others. Meet me at the
office in a little while. I got some business to take care of."
Shame spun on his heels and headed back to the hotel.

Shame caught a glimpse of Inez heating water by the fire. Just
glancing at the beautiful Mexican woman made his loins swell with
desire. Shame walked up the steps and into the bathing room. The
cast iron tub was already partially filled with water.

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

"I'll get that Mrs. Martinez," yelled the hotel manager seeing
his boss struggling up the steps with pails of water.

"Gracias, but no, Henry. This is something I must do myself."
Inez considered this a penance for how she had treated the black
man. A man who had saved her from an abusive monster.

Inez managed to get the two pails to the bathroom and found
herself proud there was still some of the peasant girl left in
her. She hadn't gotten completely soft. Proud as she was at
getting the heavy pails full of hot water to the second floor,
Inez almost dropped them when she opened the door. "El Diablo,"
she blurted out.

Shame stood before her, naked except for his cowboy hat. Her eyes
hadn't taken in his hugely framed muscular physique. They had
immediately focused on the devil swinging between his legs. The
black man's fat cock put poor old Jorge's to shame. It was plump
and partially erect, still pointing down, but already it was
twice as long as Jorge's and many inches bigger then Adam's. "Oh,
sorry ma'am." Shame turned around.

"No Sheriff, I am sorry," replied Inez. "Now her eyes bore in on
the scars crisscrossing his back. Scars made by a slave master's
whip. It made her think of the scarlet A branded on her ass. "Get
in. We are all adults here." Inez emptied one of the pails into
the tub.

Shame turned around, hiding nothing. Inez finally took in his
muscular physique, but her eyes kept going towards the big cock
swinging between his legs. It was so big and powerful looking.
"It's hot," said Shame. "It feels real good once inside." He had
climbed into the tub and lowered himself into the water.

"I imagine that's so." Inez emptied the next pail into the tub.
"Looks like two more will do it, Mr. Shame. She left, carrying
the empty pails down the stairs. Two others were already heating
over the fire. She took them both with a carrying stick and
struggled back up the stairs.

Inez entered the room and emptied another pail into the tub. She
reached over and removed Shame's hat from his head. He closed his
eyes as she dumped the bucket over his dirt covered sweaty face.
"Could you scrub my back?" he asked, leaning forwards.

"Of course." Inez grabbed a nearby wad of soap and the scrubbing
sponge. She lathered his back up with soap and ran the sponge
across it. She stared at his scars as she washed them. Some were
deep. Others had faded into his muscles. He leaned back and her
hand moved over his shoulder to his chest. She grabbed the soap
with her other hand and lathered up his chest. His muscles were
well defined. His chest was as hard as a brick wall, but smooth
between the muscles. Her hand had moved lower going over six hard
ridges above his navel. His cock head suddenly broke clear of the
water and rose up. "Any luck getting help?" she asked, trying to
take her mind off the long black snake rising between his legs.

"One brave man amongst the bunch. Most think I should leave town.
I think I just might. What do you think?"

"No!" Inez was horrified and dropped the soap. It slid down
between his legs. "You can't leave. You promised to protect me."
Inez was horrified at the thought. As she was speaking, she was
also reaching down to feel for the soap. Instead, her small
tanned hand closed around his hard shaft. Inez gasped when she
realized what she had done, but she didn't let go.

"It looks like you want me to stay."

"I want you to stay." Inez let her hand slide down underwater to
his pubic hair, then back up to his bulbous cock head. His penis
was completely hard now. "Cock el grande. I've never seen one
this big." She let her hand jerk the huge shaft a few times.

"Why don't you join me in the tub?"

"And you'll stay and protect me?"

"Maybe. Depends on you I reckon."

Inez released the fat cock in her hand. She stood up straight and
stepped back. The widow stooped and turned her back to Shame
lifting her long raven black tresses from off her back. "Unlace
me, please."

Shame reached for the laces on her gown and untied them. He
parted the fabric and her lovely back appeared down to her
undergarment. Inez stood and moved away from him. She turned to
face the black man in the tub as she pulled her dress down over
her shoulders. She wiggled her hips until the skirt fell down her
legs. Inez stood before him clad in only her undergarment. The
lacy material covered her breasts to her thighs. A corset showed
off her magnificent figure.

There were only two women in town who rivaled Inez in both beauty
and figure. One was Kelly Grace, the school teacher, who hid her
body beneath bulky skirts. The other was the fiery Becca Adams,
sister of Jesse. She could out shoot, out ride, and out drink
practically all the men in town. She dressed like a man, but the
tight pants and shirts proved that she was all woman. It was a
matter of taste, but many found Inez Martinez to be the most
beautiful woman in town and maybe the county. And only two men
had seen her like Shame was seeing her now. One of them was dead,
the other was arriving on the noon train.

Inez unlaced her corset and shimmied out of the underwear. Large,
full breasts sprang free, capped by small, pointy, rust colored
nipples. Her waist was thin, proving that the corset had done
nothing to hide her true figure. Her belly was flat. As the
underwear slid over her hips and down her legs, Shame saw that
she was the most hairy woman he'd ever seen. Her bush was full
and coarse. It entirely covered her crotch and traveled high on
her abdomen. She was gorgeous.

Inez stepped into the tub. She slid down, lowering her crotch
over Shame's shaft. She lowered herself into his arms, but he
stopped her and licked at her dangling, ponderous breasts. Inez
moaned as he took one of her nipples between his lips. It had
been a long time for her and the hot wetness growing between her
legs wasn't just water from the tub. The shaft she rested on was
hot and throbbing against her labia. Inez found herself sliding
her pussy along the shaft, whimpering with pleasure as Shame
switched to her other nipple. Inez slid higher and higher until
her breasts were pressing against Shame's face. Abruptly, the
shaft ended and her pussy lips opened against his huge cock head.
She pushed down hard and the head was in her.

Inez paused for a moment. Definitely a lot bigger then Jorge, she
thought. Just the head was stretching her wide. Inez pushed back
so that more of the thick cock could slide inside her. Shame was
squeezing her breasts and holding both nipples near each other so
that he could quickly move his lips between them. He suddenly
released her breasts and brought his big hands around to her ass
cheeks. Shame grabbed big handfuls of her butt flesh, raising and
lowering her on his shaft. Much to her surprise, Inez had a quick
orgasm.

Jorge had never given his wife an orgasm during their marriage.
In fact, Inez had only cum once before and much to her shame, it
was when Jesse Adams had been roughly taking her. He was drunk
and calling her degrading names, fucking her from behind while
drinking tequila straight from the bottle. Inez had tried to
fight the feelings, but she'd lost control and cried out as she
came. She'd never orgasmed again with the gunman.

Cumming again felt terrific and Inez wished she had overcome her
bigotry sooner. She could have been fucking Shame months ago. She
was loving every inch of his thick black shaft and whenever she
thought there couldn't be any more, she found herself sliding
down another inch. "Hey-suess Senior Shame, I love your big
cock."

"Well my little Mexican slut, this big black cock is all yours."
Shame released her cheeks and Inez impaled herself on the
remaining five inches of his shaft, splashing water out of the
tub.

Inez's loud scream was a mixture of pain and pleasure. The scream
at first was a high pitched wail that turned into a long moan as
a big orgasm violently tore through her loins. Inez was half
aware of voices outside their door. The man's voice was the hotel
manager and she could hear one of the serving girls. They had
heard her scream and come to make sure she was alright. The
voices went away as there was no hiding the noises of fornication
coming from the room. Soon everyone in town would know she had
fucked the black sheriff. And that was fine with her as she hoped
to fuck him a lot more from now on.

Inez managed to brace her feet on either side of the tub and she
rode the big black shaft as hard as a cowboy on a bucking bronco.
She had multiple orgasms, quickly losing count of how many. The
water in the tub was not only cold, but soaking the floor from
their violent fucking by the time Shame's shaft exploded. It felt
like she was sitting of a geyser, so much sperm sprayed her womb.
Inez was suddenly concerned, she was right between her cycles and
might get pregnant, but the thought fled her mind just as another
strong orgasm overwhelmed her.

Shame helped the weakened Inez Martinez out of the tub. "Lets
move to your room," said Shame.

Inez nodded. She grabbed her clothes and held them over her body
as she peeked out the door. Seeing the hallway was vacant, she
swiftly ran to her room. Shame followed carrying his clothes.
Both lovers were still wet as Inez sat on her bed. Shame dropped
his dusty clothes and walked over to where Inez was sitting. "You
ever suck cock?"

For a moment, Inez considered lying. "Yes," she replied, telling
the truth. Jesse Adams had made her suck his cock many times,
nearly daily. She'd almost welcomed it as it kept him out of her
pussy. Shame didn't have to tell her what to do. His still plump
shaft stuck out towards her mouth. She grabbed the base and
squeezed as her tongue licked over his pee slit. It quickly
returned to full erection.

Suffice it to say, that with all that practice, Inez was an
accomplished cock sucker. She could have put whores to shame. The
black man's length and girth presented a new challenge, but she
attacked that challenge with gusto. "Suck that black cock, slut,"
he'd growl, or "suck my balls, you Mexican whore." His words only
excited Inez more. She began to feel as though she'd missed her
true calling as a real whore.

"Enough," he cried, just as Inez had managed nearly ten inches of
cock down her throat.

"But I don't want to stop, Senior," she complained, as Shame
pulled his cock out of reach of her mouth.

"I'd spend all day doing this, Mrs. Martinez, but I don't have
the fucking time. I wanna fuck that sweet pussy again. Turn
around and get on all fours."

Inez did as she was told. "Please take it easy back there,
Sheriff. I'm still sore from what your monster did to me
earlier."

Honestly, at the moment, her pussy did look somewhat unappealing.
Her lips and thighs were red and covered in stringy gobs of semen
or flakes of drying sperm. Shame was satisfied his boys had done
their job the first time they flooded her womb. There was a
pretty little tight hole looking up at him with it's crinkly
brown eye. That was the hole he aimed the tip of his dick
towards.

"What are you doing, Senior Shame?" asked Inez, suddenly quite
nervous.

"Going easy on your pussy, Mrs. Martinez."

"Well go.. oh!"- her asshole was starting to push inwards- "easy
on that too. T'aint natural. Aaah!" Her rosebud suddenly gave in
to the pressure, parting for the thick cock head and it hurt like
hell. Luckily, her mouth had done a good job lubricating the
shaft so there wasn't much friction. The pain faded to a dull
ache faster then Inez would have thought.

"Only a real whore would let a man put his cock in her ass,"
announced Shame, pushing his prick in deeper until nearly half
was down her poop shoot. "Are you a real whore, Mrs. Martinez?"

Inez almost didn't answer him. Her womb felt warm though her
pussy was empty. The thick shaft slowly sliding in and out of her
ass began to produce results. "I'm your whore, Mr. Shame," she
said with conviction. The warmth in her womb exploded outwards as
Inez had a large orgasm. She had never been happier.

"You got a tight ass, whore." Shame reveled in the haughty
Mexican woman's submission to his black cock.

"Oh the shame! Shame," she moaned as the black man slowly fucked
her ass. "Shame." Inez pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts.
"Oh Shame!" she cried as his cock suddenly jerked and her ass
felt warm and wet. Then her ass was empty as he quickly pulled
out. More hot sperm splattered on her ass cheeks and lower back.
Inez's cheek was resting on her crossed arms. She looked up as
Shame quickly moved around her side. His cock was big and angry
looking as it launched two more strands of thick cum at her face.
She could taste him on her cum coated lips. Inez closed her eyes
and licked some more off her mouth.

When Inez opened her eyes again, the black man was buttoning his
shirt back on. His magnificent cock was a hidden bulge beneath
his trousers. She remained kneeling on the bed with her ass
thrust up as he belted his revolvers around his hips. "Shame,
promise me you'll kill that bastard and come back to me."

"I promise." Shame left the room and walked down the stairs. A
grandfather clock dominated the hotel foyer. It pendulums swung
ominously ticking off the hours until noon. BONG the clock
suddenly rang. The noise went off nine more times as Shame left
the hotel.

He only had two more hours until noon.


Part 2: Kelly Grace


There were only two hours until the noon train arrived. Shame
strolled down the dusty streets of San Mandingo with a purpose.
Townsmen and cowboys watched him walk apparently without fear for
on the noon train Jesse Adams and half a dozen gunmen were coming
to kill the black man. Shame's eyes met the gazes of the
townspeople looking for men who would fight beside him. They all
quickly looked away.

Shame had a few friends in town. Well, friend wasn't exactly the
right word. A few people didn't treat him with complete contempt
or look at him like he was subhuman. One of those was Judge
Grace.

Grace acted as San Mandingo's mayor, lawyer, and judge. He had
been cowed by Jesse Adams, but as soon as Shame had the outlaw
behind bars, Judge Grace came forth to sentence the man. He stood
beside Shame as the marshals came to take Adams away. Since then,
the judge had tried and convicted other men Shame had locked up.
An acquaintance of Judge Grace had recently sent him a wife.

Kelly Grace was one of the most beautiful women in the county and
nearly thirty years her husband's junior. She had long blonde
hair usually done up in a bun on her head. She wore bulky,
shapeless dresses to hide a buxom, trim figure. She was a
pacifist and a Mormon. Kelly Grace served San Mandingo as a
school teacher for the growing population of children. Except the
few black or Mexican children in town whom she refused in her
classroom.

Shame was thinking of the beautiful young wife as a bullet
quickly scraped a red scar across Shame's left thigh. Shame
jumped and looked up seeing a wild eyed woman on horseback racing
towards him. The woman fired again, missing the black man by
inches. Shame knew the woman and was thankful she'd opted to fire
from unstable horseback. Becca Adams was an excellent shot.

Shame knew a trick or two. His right hand was pulling his
revolver out and firing before he even had the gun up. The bullet
sprayed up dust right at the charging horse's feet. The horse
reared up just as Shame ran under it's hooves. He grabbed one of
Becca's stirruped boots and pushed.

Becca Adams hit the ground with a surprised look on her face and
the wind knocked out of her lungs. Her sidearm was kicked out of
her reach by the large black man looming over her. The fiery
sister of Jesse Adams looked stunned. She dressed like a cowboy,
but it was no boy under her clothes. Large breasts strained at a
shirt unbuttoned daringly low. Two buttons were missing lower on
her shirt revealing her bellybutton centered on a tanned stomach.
Her trousers tightly hugged the swell of her hips. Long reddish
blonde hair spilled out from under her hat.

Shame reached down for the stunned woman. Becca suddenly kicked
out with one foot, her boot catching Shame in the knee. "Bitch!"
growled Shame.

Becca backed up, climbing to her feet. "Damn coon, you ain't
gonna murder another one of my brothers." She turned racing for
her gun.

Shame fell forwards and grabbed her leg, dropping Becca into the
dust. "Damn fool brother of yours drew first, bitch. I shot him
fair and square." Holding Becca was like holding a rabid
wolverine. Shame had no choice but to punch the woman in the jaw.
He held back the full force of his strength, the blow just
stunning the woman.

Shame heard booing and looked around noticing a small crowd had
watched the fight. The strong black man ignored the townspeople,
easily lifting the stunned woman and throwing her over his
shoulder. He turned and headed back towards the jail.

"Hot damn! Is that the Adams' bitch herself?" asked Kane, rising
to his feet.

Shame didn't answer the old man. He just opened the jail cell and
dumped Becca in a heap on the floor. "Keep an eye on her," he
told his deputy.

"Sho will, Sheriff. He He. How many more men ya got?"

"Just you and me so far, old timer. I'll be back with more soon."

This time the short walk to Judge Grace's was uneventful. Shame
knocked on the door. "Hello Henry," said Shame. Judge Grace's
face looked pale and ashen. He also seemed nervous.

"Sheriff," replied the judge, nodding.

"Can I come in?" Shame entered the home as Grace stepped aside.
"I take it you've heard the news, Judge?"

"I have indeed, Sheriff."

"I'm deputizing men. Can I count on you?"

Judge Grace perked up. "Deputizing men. How many ya got?"

"Well... I appear to be having a little trouble finding help. So
far it's just me and old Kane and you of course."

Judge Grace stumbled backwards and sat heavily on his couch. He
reached into his vest and pulled out a handkerchief, using it to
wipe his sweaty brow. "I haven't lifted a gun in years, Sheriff.
I'm... I'm not as strong as I once was."

Shame snorted. He would never have called the judge strong, even
if he were twenty years younger. "You won't help me?"

The front door burst open with a loud bang. Shame had fallen into
a crouch as he spun around. His gun was on the way up when he saw
it was just Grace's wife.

"Is... is... it true," gasped Kelly. She had sent the children
home from school and raced back to her home when she heard the
news. "Is Adams on the noon train?"

"I'm afraid so, ma'am," said Shame, taking off his hat in the
presence of a lady. "I'm here asking for your husband's help
stopping Adam's."

"And I was just telling Shame, that I'm too old for gun
fighting."

"Henry, you must help the sheriff. For the children. For our
child."

Judge Grace sat up, watching his young wife place her hand over
her flat stomach. "Child?"

"I believe I'm pregnant, my darling." Kelly had regurgitated this
Both morning and last.

"My god! I'm gonna be a father." Henry Grace was shocked. He and
his wife rarely had intercourse. He couldn't even remember when
the last time they had sex was. Erections were rare for him. His
last had been some ten days ago which unfortunately corresponded
with his wife's bleeding cycle. In fact, he couldn't quite
remember having intercourse with his wife during the last three
months.

Kelly was just as naive. Her mother had given her some
instruction on the evils of fornication. "Just lie still and let
the man do his business. It doesn't last long and you'll take no
pleasure in it. It's a necessary evil for procreation." Those
three sentences were Kelly's entire instructions on marital
relations. And so far, they were dead on correct. A minor stomach
bug had upset her stomach recently. In reality, the pretty young
school teacher were at her most fertile time of the month.

"Without aid, I reckon I might just have to saddle up and leave
town. I suggest you do the same, Grace."

"Gawd Damn it, Sheriff, you know I sold my horse. That damn noon
train's my only way out of town."

"Henry! Please watch your language," pleaded Kelly. "What do you
mean your only way out of town?"

"I'm sorry, dear. I, of course, meant our only way out of town."

"That being said, Sheriff," continued Kelly. "You're duty bound
to protect us."

"And you're forgetting Mrs. Grace, that I'm not the sheriff any
more. You'll both just have to take your chances with Jesse
Adams. Good day."

Shame turned and left the house. He waited on the porch a few
minutes listening to the Graces arguing inside. Kelly had
preached against the evils of violence since she'd come to town.
Now she was calling her husband a coward for not helping Shame.
It's amazing how much being with child could change one's
perspective. The judge suddenly spoke up loudly, "There's only
one gawd damn thing a black coon like Shame would want from us."

"Then he'll get it." Kelly opened the door and seemed startled to
see the black man still standing there. "Did you hear all that,
Mr. Shame?"

"I did, Mrs. Grace."

"My apologies for myself and my husband. I've never seen him this
rattled before."

"Jesse Adams was a monster, ma'am." Shame could see the judge
listening through the window.

"My husband said there was one thing you'd accept to help us,
Shame?"

"He assumes all black men would do anything for a white woman. He
meant you, Mrs. Grace."

"Is he right?" Kelly was startled to hear that.

"In my case, yes."

"But adultery is a sin, as is miscegenation."

"The bible says nothing about miscegenation. Adultery is a sin.
So I'll accept a blow job as payment."

"I'm afraid I don't understand, sir?"

"You wrap your lips around my cock and suck it till I cum."

"Your cock?"

"My penis."

"Oh... OH! That's disgusting. Isn't that sodomy?"

"It is, but a lesser sin. It's a bigger sin not to do whatever it
takes to protect your child. If you do this, I will stay and
fight Adams, even if I have to do it alone."

"Then I really don't have much of a choice. Though it pains me to
do this with a..."

"Black man?"

"A gun for hire, a killer. The world would be a better place
without men like you, Shame."

"You might be right, ma'am. Now let's go inside and get this over
with. I'm a bit short on time, you know."

"Come then." Kelly turned and entered her house. There was no
sign of her husband. "Henry," she called. There was no answer.
"He must have left out the side door. Is here fine for our
sinning?"

"No. Upstairs. In your marital bed. Lead the way." Shame followed
Kelly up the steps to the home's second floor. The Grace's
bedroom was well furnished with a large luxurious bed. Sunlight
streamed through a tree's branches illuminating the room. A large
wooden closet covered the one wall without a window. "Nice. I'll
need you to strip nekkid."

"You mean you want me to remove my clothes?"

"Of course."

"But it's daylight? Let me get my nightshirt."

"No. Strip nekkid now or I'm leaving this town and Henry can
protect you and the baby." Shame watched Grace raise a trembling
hand to her collar and she began to undo the buttons. "Don't tell
me you don't let anyone see you nekkid?"

"Of course I don't. We always have the lights out and wear our
night clothes. Nudity shamed Adam and Eve. It's unnatural."

"Then how come we are born that way, ma'am?" Shame started
undressing. His hands came up to his own shirt. His cock was
stirring as Grace was pushing her skirt down over her hips. Her
undergarments were plain and unassuming, an outfit in their own
right.

"We are born nude because children are born innocent." Grace
paused to admire the hardness of Shame's chest. His arms and
torso were massive and as hard as bricks. So different from the
soft flabbiness of her own husband. Kelly turned away from the
black man as she removed her undergarments.

Shame's hand immediately headed for his gun as his keen ears
picked up a noise from the closet. He relaxed when he realized
what it was. "Today's your lucky day, Mrs. Kelly. I just had me
my first bath in months just an hour ago." Shame pulled his
trousers down, his cock sprang up. "Turn around."

Kelly was quivering with shame at her nudity. Her arms were
crossed tightly across her breasts. She was bending forward in an
attempt to hide her womanhood between her thighs. Unfortunately,
this thrust her rear end out towards the black man. No doubt he
was staring intently at it.

Shame was staring intently at her ass when she turned around.
"Well, well, Mrs. Grace. I see you've been hiding a very sinful
body under all those baggy dresses. Arms down. Stand up
straight."

Kelly forced herself to stand up straight, but she wasn't about
to uncover her breasts. As she stood, she looked up and saw the
thing between the black man's legs. Her hands flew to her mouth
inadvertently uncovering herself as she gasped in shock. Seeing
her nude even seemed to make his huge penis grow bigger and
harder. The sight of her breasts made the monster extend even
farther out and start to rise until it angled upwards. "You
expect me to suck on that?"

"I do."

"It's too big." The monster was the size of one of her foot long
rulers in her classroom. Though she had never seen it, Henry's
penis couldn't have been a third as large as the black man both
in length and thickness. Henry's had never seemed all that hard
to her either. The black man's- what had he called it?- cock, yes
the black man's cock was simply massive.

"Do your best. I'll help you. I haven't met a woman who couldn't
suck on at least half of it."

"You mean other women have done this to you before?"

"Many. They all liked doing it too. But then they was mostly all
whores. Not a classy wife like you, Mrs. Kelly."

Grace didn't feel all that classy at the moment. Both her nipples
had swollen to the point they ached. Though the room wasn't too
hot, she was also perspiring heavily between her legs. The
moisture was so bad, she feared it might run down her thighs at
any moment. "How do I do this?"

"Well you can start by touching it. You act like you ain’t never
seen a man's penis before."

"I haven't really. Not like this and in a lit room." Kelly held
out her hand and tentatively touched the large black cock. Kelly
wrapped her hand around the head and squeezed. It was like
shaking the hand of a small child. "It's so hard!" Most of the
time, sex with her husband consisted of her reaching down to help
guide him inside her. Often, Kelly needed to squeeze his shaft to
make it hard enough to enter her. Shame didn't have that problem.

The black sheriff, glanced at a clock on the nightstand. Being
pressed for time, he grabbed the base of his cock and guided the
tip towards Kelly's mouth. Kelly didn't back away from the
inevitable. She didn't open her mouth until the third time he
pushed it against her lips. Then Shame fed the huge round head
into her mouth. "Hurry up and start sucking." Shame rested one
huge hand upon her blonde head and made bobbing motions with his
hand.

Instinct took over and Kelly relaxed her jaw as the thick shaft
slid deeper between her lips. Shame was forceful, but he was
gentle. When she started to gag, her released his grip on her
head until she recovered. Kelly grew used to the sausage-thick
shaft sliding between her lips, the head plowing deep into her
throat. She gagged less and less. Shame released the base of his
shaft and Kelly's fist replaced his hand. She jerked her hand
rapidly as she sucked on his black cock. She almost gagged again
as the shaft swelled up.

"That's it whore. Suck that black cock. Here it comes."

Kelly looked up at the black man. Half his cock was buried in her
mouth. She looked up his hard, flat stomach and chest bulging
with muscles. He was sneering down at her, sweat glistening on
his brow. She shuddered with forbidden lust. Kelly objected to
being called a whore, but at that moment she sure felt like one
and though her mind rebelled at the thought, her body trembled.

The first blow of sperm shot down her throat and filled her
mouth. Kelly tried to back off his shaft, but Shame's hand had
slid down her head and was holding her in place. Kelly was forced
to swallow. The hotness of his seed surprised her as continuous
spurts filled her mouth with more. Then it quit shooting, though
the shaft still jerked every second or so. Shame reached down and
squeezed forwards up his shaft, until another small shot of seed
splattered on her tongue.

It hadn't been nearly as bad as Kelly thought it would be. A part
of her had even enjoyed the challenge and a part had enjoyed
feeling like a whore. "Are we done?" she asked.

Shame glanced at the clock. "I got some time and I want to suck
on them tittys a bit. Get up on the bed."

Shame lifted Kelly up off the floor. Massive black hands gripped
her thin waist. Their touch made her shiver and she felt
powerless in his grip. He steered her towards the bed and forced
her to sit down on the edge. She scooted back a bit as the black
man held her legs open. He looked down between her legs getting a
better view of her then anyone had ever seen. Kelly felt as if
she were on display like a prize cow at a farmer's market. Once
again her mind was sickened, but her instincts made her part her
legs even wider. Shame seemed to approve for his still swollen
cock stiffened again.

Shame hunched over Kelly as she laid back. He rested on one
elbow, his right hand grabbing and squeezing her right breast.
She felt his breath on her left breast. It heated her nipple. Her
nipple was already erect, but it swelled up even more, inching
it's way toward Shame's mouth. His lips clamped down over her
entire areola and he sucked the nipple inward. Kelly gasped with
a surge of pleasure. His tongue flickered back and forth over her
left nipple while he twirled the right one between his thumb and
finger. Shame then switched nipples.

Kelly Grace's body began writhing on the bed. Her nipples had
always been sensitive and she'd even allowed her husband to play
with them. The judge was fascinated with her big bosom, but his
attention had never elicited the response her body was giving the
black man.

Kelly couldn't help arching her back and moaning. She raised her
hips and something hard pressed against her womanhood. It ran
down her labia, pushing into the hot wetness. Her body felt a
powerful shock of pleasure at it's touch. She liked the feel of
it and raised her hips even more until the fat head of his shaft
pushed inside her. "Jesus, no," she moaned grinding her hips
around the head. "I can't commit adultery."

Shame pressed down forcing several inches of thick black cock
into her needy pussy. "It's only adultery if I cum in you," he
whispered, taking his mouth off her nipple. "I'll never be able
to do it again after just cumming. Let's just see how much black
cock your white pussy can take. My guess is it's not much more
then a few inches."
"Not adultery?" moaned Kelly, wriggling her hips. Shame made a
lot of sense. Her husband could only cum maybe once each week.
"Yes, put it in."
"Does it feel good?" Shame asked, as he straightened his back.

"Uh huh," moaned Kelly, finding her face covered by his hard
chest. His giant body was enveloping her now. "It's so big,
Sheriff." Her legs wrapped around his waist. "I want more." The
black man obliged her. "Ah ah, yes, so big, so good. Is that the
whole thing?"

Shame chuckled. "Nope. That's only about half, little lady.

"What!" Kelly was stunned. Her pussy felt completely stuffed. "I
don't believe it."

"Believe it," growled Shame slamming his cock forward.

"Aaaa!" Kelly found herself impaled on the huge cock. Shame's
balls stung her thighs as the slapped against them. He didn't
wait until she grew used to having him inside her. Time was
precious so he just started thrusting hard and fast. "Aaaa!" she
cried. "Aaaa Aaaa Aaaa Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Yes Ohhh Yes Oh God Yes."
Her pussy went crazy. The first orgasm in Kelly's life would also
be the biggest. Her nails dug into  Shame's back as her body
shook with pleasure beneath him. Shame paused while she caught
her breath. "I didn't know fornicating could feel so good," she
gasped.

"Call it fucking," growled Shame, starting up on his thrusts
again.

"Oh god, oh god, fuck me, Shame," she cried just before cumming
again. "Fuck me with that big black cock." Kelly Grace found
herself cumming again and again. Large orgasms came continuously
as Shame increased the speed of his thrusts. He was grunting like
a bull now. Kelly found herself writhing beneath him from an
orgasm nearly as big as her first when a strong wave of semen
struck her womb. The orgasm seemed to last forever as jet after
jet of Shame's hot seed filled her pussy. The intensity of it all
left Kelly stunned.

Shame pulled out and climbed up off the bed. "Hmm, looks like I
can cum twice in a row after all. It also looks like you're an
adulterer."

"I don't care. Fucking you was incredible. At least I can't get
pregnant." Kelly giggled a little as she sat up. If she hadn't
been pregnant, the sheer amount of Shame's sperm would surely
have left her with child tonight.

"Here, lick it clean. I don't want my bath to go to waste." Shame
held his dick in her face and Kelly dutifully started licking his
shaft. Even semi-plump, he looked huge.

Sometimes, Shame impressed even himself. He watched her beautiful
head nuzzling his cock and he started plumping up again. "Looks
like I can go another round."

"I love your black cock, but there's no way I could take that
thing again this soon."

"Hmm, turn over and get on all fours then."

Kelly did as she was told. Her pussy left a huge wet mess on the
bed where she had been sitting on the edge. She felt like an
animal as she got on her hands and knees with her ass pointed at
him. "I'm sorry, but I really don't think I could take it again,"
said Kelly, repeating herself as Shame rubbed his cock along her
pussy lips. Kelly was thankful, but she almost regretted that he
pulled his cock off her. Then something pressed against her
sphincter. "Ah Sheriff, what are you doing?"

"I just giving you a proper breaking in there, missy." Fuck
having a clean cock, thought Shame as he pushed forwards against
her asshole.

Kelly went white as a ghost and tears formed in her eyes as the
thick knobby head of Shame's cock pushed into her ass. It hurt
like hell, but she did nothing. He worked his cock around pushing
it a little deeper. As the pain faded, she was shocked to find
she was enjoying it. "Oh my god," she cried. "I'm a sodomite! I'm
a sodomite whore."

"Yes, and you're good at it too," said Shame, pushing his cock in
deeper. His hour was nearly up, so he just started fucking her
ass hard.

"Sodomize my whore ass. Fuck your whore. Fuck my ass, Shame."
Kelly loved being used and taken like this. "Fuck your white
whore's ass," screamed the pretty school teacher. Shame willed
himself to cum as he slid his cock swiftly between her tight
anus. Soon he was filling her rectum up with another large load
of semen.

Shame pulled out and started dressing quickly. Kelly looked up at
him. He didn't look afraid, nor had fear affected his
performance. Maybe it had heightened his performance? "Good luck,
Sheriff. If you last past noon, we can do this again sometime.
Henry can never know though. This would ruin me.""

Shame belted his gun belt around his hips. "Henry already knows,"
said Shame, as he opened the large closet door.

Judge Henry Grace fell out through the door. A cocked colt
revolver fell at his feet. Shame kicked the gun out of the man's
reach. Henry sobbed. "I was gonna shoot this black bastard before
he ruined you." Henry started crying. His pants were around his
ankles. His little penis had shrunk into his scrotum. "I couldn't
stop him. I couldn't do anything."

Kelly noticed a small wad of semen sliding down the door of the
closet. "Coward," she yelled. "If you're a man, you'll take up
that gun and go help that real man meet the noon train."

Shame didn't wait for an answer. His cock was worn out after
fucking both Inez and Kelly over the last two hours. Then he
thought about the beautiful Becca Adams resting in his jail cell
and his cock twitched.

Shame left Judge Grace's house with a glance at the clock on the
wall. It was exactly eleven.

Shame had one hour until noon. Part 3: Becca Adams



"One hour until your funeral, coon."

Shame put his hands on his six shooters and spun around. He
grinned as the cowboy took off running. "It's nice to be
appreciated," yelled Shame, at the retreating figure. Other
cowboys were gathering around the buildings in town. Groups were
leaning against the railings on the saloon and general store.
They were smoking or chewing tobacco, talking little, mostly just
waiting. They were coming out to watch a gunfight. The regular
townspeople were smarter. Closed signs were appearing in windows
and there still was almost an hour until the noon train arrived
with Jesse Adams on board.

Becca Adams peered through the bars on her cell's window. She
wished it Today would be the black man's funeral and she would
probably get her wish, but not immediately. She'd watched Shame
shoot her brother Jeb on the street. While one gun was blowing a
hole in Jeb's chest, Shame’s other gun was out of it's holster
and pointing at her other brother Jesse, before Jeb had even hit
the ground. She'd never seen a man so fast and Becca was pretty
fast herself. Shame’s speed with a gun was almost unnatural.
Jesse was coming back to town on the noon train with six men.
Shame would die, but Becca knew he might just take out her
brother first.

Shame winked at her as he strode past her window. He didn't look
the least bit worried he was about to die. Becca turned as he
entered the jail. Kane the old man was sitting back in his chair
with a shotgun across his lap. Kane wasn't too fond of the
Adamses. Jeb had gotten Kane's granddaughter pregnant and had
beaten her when he found out. Shame tried to put a stop to it and
had shot Jeb once through the chest when he resisted.

"How many men?" asked Kane as Shame came in.

"Just us, old timer." Shame walked over to the cell just as Becca
spit on him. He calmly wiped the saliva off his cheek. "The men I
thought would help me urged me to get out of town."

"That would be the smart thing to do," said Becca. She'd attacked
Shame an hour ago, but the black sheriff had gotten the drop on
her.

"Yeah it would, Sheriff," agreed Kane. He'd gone white as a
ghost. Two men against seven weren't the best of odds.

"You can leave if you want, Kane," said Shame, still staring at
Becca.

"Naw, sheriff. I'll stand bys ya."

"Much appreciated. I thought about leaving, but I have a
hankering to kill me another Adams."

"Bastard!" Becca tried to claw the big black man through the
cage, but his massive chest was just out of reach. "I'll fucking
kill you."

"Such ugly language from such a beautiful woman." Shame was
right. Becca Adams was a magnificent looking woman and a free
spirit. She was dressed like a cowboy, but was clearly all woman
beneath the trousers and shirt. The shirt buttons were open low
enough to see the swell of her large breasts and the lower
buttons were undone. Her belly button peeked out through the gap.
Her fiery temper matched the hair on her head. Long strawberry
blonde hair fell about her shoulders. She had bright green eyes,
high cheekbones, and full lips. "But, you might be right Miss
Adams. I should leave town."

"That's right. You should go. Get out while the gettins good,
coon. Hit the trail. Adios amigo."

"I just might. Or I could stay and be a man. Tough call."

"You can't win, Sheriff. I'd rather see ya dead after what ya did
to my brother, but I don't want anything to happen to Jesse
neither. He's the only family I got left."

"If I go down, Jesse will be going with me."

"That's why ya should leave, coon."

"Then that's what I'll do. Masai is saddled and this town is
ungrateful. Most of them want to see this uppity ex-slave go
down. I'm leaving."

"Sheriff!" Up until then Kane had been sitting idle.

Shame turned and winked at the old man. "We can't win, Kane." The
big black man turned back on Becca. "I'll leave provided it's
worth my while."

"What do you mean?" Becca didn't like the way the black man was
staring at her.

"What's in it for me?

"Ah... you get to keep your life."

"Nope." Shame paused waiting for her to continue. He turned and
snatched the shotgun out of Kane's hand. "I'm gonna shoot a wad
at your brother or I can shoot a wad in you." Shame handed the
gun back to the old man. Kane's mouth was hanging open in shock.

"Jesus H Christ, Sheriff," gasped Becca in horror. The black coon
who had murdered her brother was asking her to prostitute herself
to save her other brother.

"That's my offer, Miss Adams. Take it or leave it."

"Sheriff, ya cants do that," pleaded Kane, standing up from his
chair.

"Yes I can, Kane. Wouldn't you like to stick it to one of the
Adamses?"

"Heh heh, now that you mention it, yes I would like to stick it
to one of the Adamses," grinned Kane. The old man leered at the
young woman. "Just like they stuck it to my grandkid."

"I'll leave town, but I need me some incentive, Becca. Ya gotta
fuck me and Kane here."

"Monster!" Becca was crying now. "I you leave," she sobbed, "I'll
fucks you. I'll fucks you both."

"Deal. You can start by stripping." Shame watched as Becca turned
around and started to undo her top. "No," he barked. "Strip
facing us."

Becca turned back to face the two men through the bars. The
expression on her face was one of pure hatred. Both men were very
impressed as she began removing her top. Her only undergarment
was a band of cloth tied tightly around her bosom to hold her
breasts together. Becca untied it and her large breasts sprang
free. She truly was a free spirit. Her torso was as tanned as her
face from her belly to her rose colored nipples. Indeed, her
entire body was well tanned, the watching men noticed as she
pulled her trousers off. Her bush was as fiery colored as her
hair.

"Well, why don't you start sucking old Kane, here? And remember,
Miss Adams, ya gots less then an hour. So ya better hurry. If we
aint done with ya by the time the train comes, we just might stay
and see this thing out. Step up to the cell, Kane."

"Thanks, Sheriff," said Kane. He dropped his trousers and stepped
up to the cell bars. Shame wasn't being generous, he was waiting
to see if she'd bite the old man. Kane's small white penis had
trouble extending through the bars. Becca took the soft, pale
penis in her hand. She looked disgusted as she tugged on it. When
it hardened all the way, she was able to take just the head
between her lips. Kane looked delighted. "Mmm, doggies, ain’t had
my pipe polished in years," he cackled.

Shame started to strip as Becca appeared to be properly
submissive. Shame pulled his trousers off and was pleased to see
his cock rising to the occasion. He was about to fuck his third
woman in as many hours and he'd cum multiple times with each
woman. "Better hurry, Becca."

Becca stopped furiously licking the head of Kane's penis. "I'm
trying, but it isn't easy sucking this thing through the bars."

"Go on inside the cell then, Kane. You can juice mine up while
you're waiting, Becca."

"Oh my god!" Becca reared her head back as Shame's huge black
cock pushed through the bars. "That can't be real." Becca had
never seen anything like the black man's cock before. At a foot
long, it doubled the size of any of the three men she'd been
with.

"Start sucking, bitch," growled Shame. Seeing her hesitation he
added, "Times a wasting."

"Holy shit, sheriff," added Kane noticing Shame's cock just as
Becca put her lips on the fat head of it. "They sure grow big on
you colored fellas."

"That they do, old timer." Becca had taken his entire cock head
in her mouth. "Suck that black cock, Becca. If ya gets me off
with your mouth, I won't fucks you with it."

Becca attacked his cock with enthusiasm as the thought of having
her pussy impaled by that monster filled her mind. Not only would
the huge black cock rip her in two, but this was the time her
momma had always warned her about sleeping around. Becca sure
didn't want to give birth to a black baby. Especially the child
of the man who'd killed her brother. She forced several inches of
cock meat down her throat in an effort to make Shame cum.

"Not bad," said Shame, stepping back away from the bars. Becca
found her mouth following the retreating cock. "Finish up the old
timer there."

Resigned to her fate, Becca turned around and found Kane's penis
dangling before her mouth. It easily fit in her mouth and got
some steel back in it. She couldn't help looking down at the
little thing. Compared to Shame, Kane was a Derringer versus
Shame's long rifle. Were all white men little?

Shame meanwhile had retrieved some shackles from a closet. "They
were leg restraints used for chain gangs with fairly long links
of chain. "Stand up, Miss Adams and back up to the bars." Becca
did as she was told, much to Kane's disappointment.

"Hey what are you doing?" she asked, as one cuff clamped down
over her wrist. The black man didn't answer as he clamped the
corresponding cuff to the cross bar on the top of the cell. Shame
took another shackle and did the same to her other wrist. Becca's
arms were now spread eagle above her head, but there was enough
slack in the chain for her to bend at the waist.

"Finish the old timer off," ordered Shame, eyeing the tanned
round globe of Becca's ass now thrust against the bars. Her
stance widened as she bent down to take Kane's penis into her
mouth again. Shame reached through and grabbed Becca's waist,
lining her pussy up with a gap between the bars. He aimed his
cock up with her pussy. A pussy, he noticed, that was glistening
with lubrication.

"Yech!" annouced Becca just as Kane groaned. The taste of Kane's
semen was on her tongue as the "yech" turned into an "aargh".
Shame's cock forced it's way deep into her pussy with little
mercy.

Becca was so shocked by the huge cock, she forgot the taste of
the old man's semen on her tongue. With one powerful thrust,
Shame had penetrated deeper then any man had been before.
Furthermore, it was going deeper with each thrust. He had a tight
grip on her waist as her bucked his hips against the jail cell
bars. Worse then anything, once her body had gotten over the
initial shock of penetration, the huge cock in her pussy was
starting to feel good, real good. "No. Please no," she moaned,
talking to herself. "Don't make me cum," she pleaded, hating her
body for reacting so. Becca couldn't fight it. Indeed, she was
pressing her ass back against the bars to meet his thrusts. The
orgasm was huge and overwhelming. She would have fallen to the
ground but for the shackles pulling her arms behind her back.

Further adding to her humiliation, the orgasm was the first of
many. Becca seemed to be cumming with each thrust of the massive
black cock. "Fuck me, you black bastard," she screamed, but Shame
suddenly stopped. "No, not yet," she moaned, as Shame withdrew
his cock.

Shame entered the cell, passing a grinning Kane. The old man
shook his head in awe as Shame's rampant black cock passed him.

"Kiss it," ordered Shame. Becca was still gasping for breath and
bent at the waist. She obeyed Shame without thinking. Her lips
lovingly kissed the bulging head of his black cock. She let her
tongue drift over the crown, tasting herself on the slick head.
"Enough. Stand up straight."

Becca stood up relieving the pressure on her arms. Her eyes lined
up right with his massive black skinned chest. Shame reached down
and lifted her up from under her knees. He gently lowered her
back over his cock. Both black man and white woman sighed as he
penetrated her again. "You love it, don't you slut?"

"I hate you," she growled. Becca looked as if she were about to
spit on him again, but she thought better of it. Her eyes were
half closed and she was contentedly moaning. "I love fucking you,
but I hate you."

"Fair enough." Shame pushed her ass back against the bars as her
legs wrapped around his waist. Soon she was cumming again.

Old man Kane hadn't seen anything like this before. He was
surprised to see his eighty year old dick hardening up again. He
had always looked down on blacks, but couldn't help realizing how
inferior his prick was to Shame's. Shame's foot long black cock
was enslaving a hated enemy right before the old man's eyes.
"Hey, Sheriff," said Kane, pointing towards his hard prick.

Shame took the hint. He bent his knees as he fucked Becca. Her
ass slid down the bars until her rectum was nearly even with the
old man's dick. "Ow!" she cried, her eyes going wide. The pain
didn't last long and was dwarfed by the pleasure in her pussy.
Only the small head of Kane's penis penetrated the bars enough to
enter her ass. Still, the old man was in heaven as he bucked his
hips.

"Oh god yes," moaned Becca Adams. "I can't stop cumming." Shame's
giant cock gave a sudden jerk and Becca had the biggest orgasm
yet as her womb was flooded with semen. Shame's big cock plugged
his cum in her pussy until he softened and his penis slid out
trailed by a torrent of sperm. Kane's penis also popped out
leaving a few drops of sperm around her asshole.

"Well dagnabbit, if that wasn't the best time I had me in years.
Slut plumb wore me out." Kane fell back into a chair and used his
hat to fan his wrinkled face.

"Unlock her shackles, old timer," said Shame, as he left the
cell.

"Wait! Shame, take me with you."

Shame had just finished dressing when a train whistle blew in the
distance. He belted his guns around his waist. "Guard the
prisoner, Kane." Shame walked out the door.

Five years later....

The black men spread out taking up the entire road. Their six
horses galloped side by side as they dominated the main road
through San Mandingo. The six were never sure how they would be
received and all were accomplished gunfighters who kept their
eyes open for trouble.

Their leader strolled first into the local saloon.

"What do you want?" yelled the bartender rudely. Cowboys looked
over at the intruders.

"Whiskey, six of them."

"We don't serve your kind."

"We most certainly do," interrupted a strong female voice.

The black men looked over at a table as a beautiful Mexican woman
was rising to her feet. The bartender poured six shots of whiskey
for the black men. The leader strolled over to the Mexican woman.
Two other beautiful women were seated at the table. They were
staring wide eyed at the new arrivals. "Thanks for the
hospitality, ma’am."

"You can call me Inez. I'm the owner and the drinks are on the
house. Let me introduce you to Becca Adams and Kelly Grace."

"Brenner," said the black man. He looked down at the three lovely
women. Seated between each was a child of about four or five year
of age. Two were boys and one a girl. He was surprised to see
that each had dark skin. The other black men had also gathered
around and were staring at the children. "We'd also like some
rooms, Inez."

"Unfortunately, we're full with the cattle drive this week. But,
two of you can have my room. Come let me show you the way." Inez
took Brenner's arm and the arm of another black man. "You
gentlemen can have baths also if you'd like." Inez Martinez was
beaming as she led the men over towards the motel.

"And I'll put two of you up in my home," announced Kelly,
gathering up her son. "It'll be nice to have some men around the
house. "I've been so lonely since my husband died. Real lonely.

"Well, it looks like you two are coming with me." Becca stood up
and the two remaining black men were pleasantly surprised to see
her dressed like a cowboy. A sexy cowboy. "I own a ranch just
outside town. It's just a short ride."

The six black men never knew what hit them. They just knew they
wouldn't be in a hurry to ride out of this town.

The women hadn't been this excited since the day Shame rode out
of town.

Epilogue

Shame's rifle was slung over his shoulder as he strolled down the
main street. Few were surprised to see him enter the stable and
ride out on his black stallion, Masai. "I told ya he was
running," yelled a townsperson.

"Coward," shouted another. "Shit!" cursed one who had bet Shame
would fight.

Someone rang the school house bell as all the clocks in town
struck noon. The train whistle blew again as the engine pulled
it's way towards the station.

Shame rode Masai into the center of the street. Men surrounded
him. He purposely galloped his horse around in a circle. His
trail aimed out of town one moment. The next he was pointed at
the train station. Becca's knuckles were white as she gripped the
bars on her window. Shame tipped his hat to her. "Ma'am," he said
acknowledging Inez as he passed her. He also nodded at Kelly.

The train screeched to a halt in the station just as Shame
wheeled his horse and galloped towards the noon train.

"All bets are on," yelled a cowboy. "The coon to go down after
killing two men," yelled another. "Fifty dollars he kills three
before dying."

Kelly pointed at Shame. "There goes a real hero. The only real
man in this town. You should all be ashamed of yourselves."

Inez Martinez ran out into the street. "Shame, come back, Shame.
I love you. Come back to me."

A cry of anguish escaped Becca's lips. Shame was going to kill
her brother just after he had possessed her body and soul.

Shame quickly crossed the railroad tracks in front of the train
and was soon out of sight. The townspeople waited. There were no
shouts. There were no gunshots. The train whistle blew as the
engine picked up steam. Soon the train pulled out of the station.
Black man and black stallion were gone. No Jesse Adams and his
gang. Some townspeople closest to the train swore afterwards they
saw Shame sitting at a window with his hat pulled over his face
as if sleeping, without a care in the world.

Judge Grace came out of hiding once the train had gone. "What's
going on?" he asked, but the townsfolk were dumbfounded. "Tex,
where are you? You sure that telly-graph said noon today?"

Tex appeared out of the crowd. "Sure it does. I gots it right
here, Judge."

"Let me see it," growled Judge Grace.

"Here," said Tex handing it over. He noticed his assistant was
waving at him. "Another telegraph coming in now." He left to go
retrieve it.

"Tex ya dang fool." Judge Grace held up the paper. "This ain’t
even from El Paso. It's from Eastwood."

"They relay them sometimes," yelled Tex back. He started decoding
the new message.

Judge Grace frowned. "Wasn't the Sheriff in Eastwood earlier?"

Someone yelled from the crowd. "Why would he fake a telegraph?"

Three women listening went white as ghosts. They suddenly
suspected why.

"Wanted to make us look like cowards, I reckon," said a voice in
the crowd.

Tex returned from his office looking confused.

"Well?" asked the Judge.

"Says here." Tex held up the new telegram. "As per his sentence,
Jesse Adams was hanged from the neck until dead at precisely
noon."

Becca Adams collapsed in her cell.

The End

Author’s note: Some apologies for the racist title, but as a
parody title it was to good to pass up. This story was, of
course, a parody of “High Noon” staring Gary Cooper, just as the
first Shame story was a parody of “Shane”. I’ve enjoyed these
stories and always wanted to write more. They would also spoof
famous Westerns. Hopefully, some day.