Hung Coon
A Shame The Gunslinger Story
Copyright 2004 by Stormbringer


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 Mandigo 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 boys?"

"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 aint 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 an 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" burnd
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 droped 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 musular
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 carryiing 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 cockhead suddenly broke clear
of the water and rose up. "Any luck getting help?" she asked 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 horrifed and dropped the soap. It slid down between his
legs. "You can't leave. You promised to protect me." Inez was horrifed
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 cockhead. 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 undergarmet. Inez stood
and moved away from him. She turned to face the black man in the tub as
she pulled her dress down over er shoulders. She wiggled her hips until
the skirt fell down her legs. Inez stood before him clad in only her
undergarmet. 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 shimied 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 cockhead. She pushed
down hard and the head was in her. 

Inez paused for a moment. Definetly 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 aound 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 cum 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, Senoir 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 of 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 Martiniez, 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 flooding 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
and parted for the thick cockhead 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 buge 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.


  
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