Hung Coon: Part 3
A Shame the Gunslinger story
Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer


"One hour until your funeral, coon."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's in it for me? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait! Shame, take me with you."

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

Five years later....

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

Their leader strolled first into the local saloon. 

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

"Whiskey, six of them."

"We don't serve your kind."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Epilogue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let me see it," growled Judge Grace.

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

"Tex ya dang fool." Judge Grace held up the paper. "This aint even from
El Paso. It's from Eastwood."

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

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

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

Three women listening went white as ghosts.
They knew why.

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

Tex returned from his office looking confused. 

"Well?" asked the judge.

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

Becca Adams collapsed in her cell.

The End


  
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