Shame: Part 2
copyright 2001 by Stormbringer
Storm_bringer1@webtv.net


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, upthrust 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 cowboys
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, though
forgive me lord, but 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
wimpered as her pussy lips spread open, then quickly closed around the
head. Shame's cock was hard and unyeilding as he worked it in. It
glistened with her juices everytime 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 it 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 raisng 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.

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 him, 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 reasnable 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's size?" 

"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 thie 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 and 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. 

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 done 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 await's 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. 

"You just came," he said kissing her breasts again. "Women often cum
when they have their pussys 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 supressed 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 begining to permeat 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 tommorrow?" 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 doggy
style. "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.

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 cock-sucker 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 stare 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 practised 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. "Whose 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 marshall."

"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 as the black man 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. Five 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. 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 $5.00 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 off 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
black 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. 

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