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
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
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
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.
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Jerry looked at his sexy wife sitting on the bed with the dirty story
magazine lying next to her.
She was nude and had her legs spread wide. He could see the light
reflecting off the moisture between her legs. He stripped off his suit
and was inserting his hard dick into her pussy in less then a minute.
Her nails dug into his back as he slammed his dick repeatedly into her
hot pussy. Jerry came quickly, but he was a generous lover, making sure
she climaxed just before he did.
Terri climbed out fom under him and went to go clean up. "Thank god for
dirty stories," he muttered patting the forum magazine. Their sex life
had gone down the tubes during ten years of marriage until he had
introduced his once shy and conservative wife to porn stories. They had
gone from fucking once a month to three times a week.
She had even loosened up, talking dirty, dressing sexier, even wearing a
tiny bikini to the beach last year. He grabbed the magazine and started
reading. He was finding the stories she liked eclectic, but all had one
thing in common, big cocks. Every story featured dominate men with nine,
ten, or even foot long cocks fucking the women to countless orgasms.
"Honey, do I satisfy you?" he asked when she came out of the bathroom.
"That's easy to answer after the orgasm you just gave me."
"Then why do all your stories involve big penises?"
"It's just the idea of being dominated by a man with a large penis that
really excites me."
Jerry was proud of his six and a half inch dick. It was plumper then
average and had never let him down. "You know that penises that big
don't exist outside these stories don't you?"
"I know. It's just a turn on up here," she tapped her head, "down there
isn't designed for a foot long dong."
"This is an old magazine," he said looking at the cover. "What happened
to the one I just bought you? It was supposed to contain all hung men
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orgasm until she couldn't take the pleasure anymore and collapsed on his
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
"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
"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 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
"I was worried. It ain't safe for a beautiful girl like you to be out
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
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."
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Shame looked grim when he said, "A man is what he is Caleb. Someday
He then mounted his horse and turned it. I knew he wasn't going back to
"Oh Shame, don't go," I yelled trying to follow him. "Shame come back.
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.