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.