Shame

Shame copyright 2001 by Stormbringer Storm_bringer1@webtv.net He rode into our valley in the summer of '89, a giant of a black man dressed in clothes as dark as his skin. He was tall and terrible in the road looming up gigantic in the half-light. I was a kid then, watching him approaching from several miles off. Even from a distance there was something about him. My pa came out just as he rode up to our ranch. "I'd appreciate some water for my horse," said the black giant. "Help yourself stranger," said my pa. "Troughs around back. Take all the water you need. I watched the man ride around back. He had a gun on his hip and a Winchester rifle sticking up from his saddle. I would have followed him, but at that moment some of Bodie's men rode up to hassle my father. They came from the opposite direction the black man had, from where Bodie drove his herds. My ma came out on the porch then to see what all the fuss was about. "My you fill out that dress right nicely, ma'am," said one of the thugs leaning down on his saddle. "What do you men wan't?" asked my father stepping in front of mother. The cowboy's eyes lingered on mother a second before speaking again. "Mr Bodie still wants this land." "It's not for sale." "Who said anything about buying it," said the cowboy resting his hand on the pistol dangling from his hip. Then I watched as the cowboy's eyes grew wide and he slowly removed his hand from the gun. He was staring over my shoulder. I turned to look, the black man was standing behind me with the rifle slung over his shoulder. His eyes were cold, but he smiled and said, "Thanks for the water sir." "Think about what we said," growled the cowboy turning his horse and galloping off. The two others followed him. Father watched them go an angry look on his face before turning to the black man and smiling. "Well stranger, seeing how it's getting late and that horse of your could probably use a rest, why don't you join us for dinner? You can bed down in the barn tonight." "Much obliged sir," said the black man. "I'm Elijah. You won't regret it stranger, Hetty's the best cook in the Wyoming territory." "Call me Shame," he said. He never told us more. ******************** Pa didn't lie about mother's cooking. Dinner consisted of chicken, cornbread, beans, and fresh apple pie. Both Shame and Pa greedily shoveled ma's food into their mouths. My sister showed up about half-way through dinner and Ma flashed her an angry glance for being late. Mary, my sister seemed fascinated with Shame, as was I. I quietly ate, staring at Shame the whole time. Between mouthfuls, he spent all his time staring at ma and my sister. "What's so interesting boy," said Shame finally tuning his attention on me. "Mr Shame," I blurted out. "Whys your skin so dark? You burnt in a fire or something?" Mother gasped. Father said, "He's a black man Caleb. Now hush up." We finished eatting and Shame sat back contentedly and patted his belly. "Ma'am that was the best meal I ever had." Ma blushed. She loved feeding us. After dinner, pa got out his pipe and I was ushered off up stairs to bed. I tried to listen, but all I could hear were mumbles. ******************** Hetty peeked through the barn door at the black man. A lantern lit the room. Shame was unrolling a bedroll on the cot Elijah had built for a farm hand that Bodie's men had run off. "Can I help you ma'am?" asked Shame without turning. It was like he was aware of everything around him whether he was staring at it or not. Hetty walked in and Shame slowly turned to face her. "Mr Shame, I was wondering if you'd like to stay on and work for us. My husband could sure use the help." "Help on the farm or help from those men?" Hetty blushed and looked at her feet. "Both sir." "Elijahs a big man. How come he didn't stand up to them?" "It's against our religion to raise our hands against another human being, sir." "A real man fights for what he believes in Hetty," said Shame. "What did they wan't with you?" "Mr Bodie is the most powerful cattleman in the valley. Us homesteaders are standing in the way of his cattle drives forcing him further out of his way. Our land has some springs on it, he needs to water his herd. How about it, will you stay?" "I've vowed never to work the dirt again ma'am," said Shame, "but I'd consider staying if the price was right." "We don't have much money, but we could offer food and shelter." "Not enough," said Shame staring her in the eyes. "What else then?" "I ain't been with a woman in a long time Hetty," said Shame. Hetty gasped. She fully believed that all men were animals and that the first duty of any wife was to tame a husband's more carnal desires. "I thought you were a gentleman Mr Shame. I was wrong. Good night sir." "Hetty wait," sad Shame before she reached the barn door. She stopped and turned. "You ever hear of a hand job?" "No sir." "It's where you stroke my cock untils I cums. Do that for me each day and I'll stay awhile and protect your family." "Thats disgusting." "Think of it like your milkin a cow. Just run your hands up and down it untils I cums." "Like milkin a cow," said Hetty pausing. She had seen the way the cowboys reacted when they saw Shame. They were clearly scared of him. "If I do this for you, you'll stay?" "Yes ma'am. If you make me cum once every day, I'll stay as long as you need me." "How do I do this?" He grinned knowing he had won. "Kneel between my legs and undo my trousers." Hetty felt a little angry. A black man was looking condescendingly at her. They sure were getting uppity after the war. However, this was a small price to pay for keeping her family safe. It would be just like milkin a cow. Take the teat in your hand and tug on it until milk squirts out. She kneeled between his legs. He smirked down at her while she took his belt off and undid his trousers. Hetty didn't want to look at it, so she turned her head as she reached in his pants and grabbed something. "Please remove your arm, sir," said Hetty. "That's not my arm," replied Shame. Hetty turned to look as she pulled out his massive black penis. "My god sir, it's as big as Mr Taylor's prize bull's organ." Shame just laughed and pushed his trousers down to his knees revealing his testicles. It looked like two large apples had been shoved into a wrinkly black sack. "What's the matter Hetty, ain't Elijah's cock this big?" Hetty had never actually looked at her husband's penis, but judging how it felt inside her when they fornicated, Shame was at least twice as big and a lot thicker. She ignored his question and said, "Where do I began?" "Spit in your hand," he said. She looked a him distastefully, but obeyed. "Now coat it around the tip." As she rubbed around the tip, a giant black, plum-sized head emerged from his wrinkly dark foreskin to stare a her. It was huge and harder then her husbands penis had ever been. He groaned as she touched it. "Now coat the rest of it." Hetty spit in her hand and rubbed further along his shaft. It grew even bigger as she stroked it. His big bull cock was more then a foot long and still swelling. It was so big, her mouth was dry by the time it was coated with saliva. "Now milk the cow, ma'am," said Shame. Hetty began stroking it. She slid her hand up and down the shaft. It was fascinating to hold his big cock. It was a bull's cock, a horse's cock, a giant hooded black snake. It was so hard, you could hammer in a nail with it. 'The devil must have a cock this big,' thought Hetty. Her hand grew tired and she switched, spitting again to coat it. Soon that hand too grew tired and she started using both hands to get him off. "It's so hot," she murmured. "Isn't your husband's?" asked Shame. "I don't know, I've never done this to Elijah." "Faster Hetty, faster." Both her arms were tired, but Hetty increased her speed. "Mr Shame it's getting bigger," she cried as it grew in her hand. His entire cock was swelling now. The head was an angry purple color and was so big it looked about to burst. "Here it cums Hetty," moaned Shame. Hetty watched fascinated as the eye seemed to open and then his entire cock leaped out of her hand as it spit it's venom. His hot black seed splattered on her face. He came again and again, covering her face, hands, and soiling her dress. His sperm was more then her husband had cum in twenty years of marriage. "Sorry ma'am, but it has been a while since I came last." Hetty stood up in disbelief and fled the barn. She felt a little sick at what she had done, but it was a small price to pay for keeping her children safe. She ran to the well to clean herself up. The water only helped a little. His sperm seemed to turn all stringy as she washed and she was worried about staining her dress. If she did this for Mr Shame again, she'd have to think of a cleaner way to do this. Hetty stopped cleaning herself as she thought about giving him another hand job. She felt moisture between her legs and realized that she was aroused. She had never been aroused. Hetty had been brought up in a religious society that believed sex was something women had to endure in order to bare children. She thought of her husband probably lying in bed already asleep and for the first time in her life wanted to fornicate with him. When she felt she was decent enough. Hetty turned and quickly headed towards the house and upstairs to Elijah. ******************* Shame tore into ma's flapjacks with as much gusto as he had last nights dinner. Everyone was quite that morning. Mary and I still stared at Shame. Ma and pa kept glancing at each other, father would get a dumb grin on his face when he met ma's eyes. Mother glanced at Shame every now and then, she seemed as fascinated with him as we were. "Shame," said father breaking the silence, "are you in such a hurry to saddle up or can I show you around the property?" "I reckon I'm not in too much of a hurry," said Shame sitting back. "I need to walk off those fine flapjacks of yours ma'am." He winked at mother and she turned bright red. "Well lets go," said father standing up. I stared at him with open eyes until he motioned for me to join them. Our property is quite large and showing Shame around took the better part of two hours. We arrived at Mary's favorite part of our land. It was a clear spring watering hole surrounded by lush green grass and bushes. My sister was a moody girl and once her chores were done she was prone to wandering off by herself. She used the hole for bathing and liked to read in the shade during the hotter months. She liked to be left alone and I was forced to swim in another hole close by. "This is the reason Bodie's boys keep giving me so much trouble," said father sweeping his hand down to the spring. "He drives his cattle about two miles away and this spring would save him a lot of time. Plus, the more you drive your cattle, the more choice meat they lose. Bodie's living in the past. The future lies in farms like mine. Keeping the herd well-fed and stationary keeps them fat and juicy. We finished up behind the barn where the stump of a giant oak tree marred the landscape. Father stopped and rested against the stump. "I work on removing this when I get a chance, but keeping the farm running takes a lot of time and hard work. I could sure use a hand around here Mr Shame." "Are you asking me to stay on?" "It would sure help me out and if I read you correctly, you could use a break from the trail." "I have unpleasant memories of working with the dirt as a boy, Elijah." "I understand what your saying Shame," said father. "I don't need help with the plants, but with the cattle. I'll pay you what I can, which isn't much to be honest. I'll have more money in a few months when I sell the herd down." Mother chose that moment to come out and tell us lunch was ready. Shame stared at her a moment and said to father, "You just hired yourself a hand." I was delighted. After lunch, Shame pushed his chair back and stood up. "Where you going Shame?" asked ma. "Ma'am, a man's got to earn his keep when he gets fine meals like yours." Soon after Shame left, we heard the sounds of an axe striking wood. Father got up from the table and walked outside. We all followed. Shame was behind the barn swinging an axe at the old stump. Each swing of his mighty arm sent splinters of wood flying up from a large exposed root. Father stared for a moment and then he disappeared into the barn, returning a moment later with a spade. I watched the two men working on that stump for hours. Mary stood beside me for awhile, but she quickly grew bored and wondered off. As the hours passed a hole appeared underneath the stump. It slowly grew until after about three hours, pa stood in the hole and pushed against the stump. My eyes grew wide as the stump moved an inch and I let out a little cheer. Pa could push the stump out about three feet by the time ma called us in to dinner. The two men ate like it was their last meal and since there was still some daylight left they returned to the stump. I had to stay in and help ma with the dishes so I couldn't watch them, but just as the sun was disappearing a great shout rose up from behind the barn and we all went out to investigate. The two men were leaning heavily on each other. The stump was out of the hole. ******************* Hetty gasped as she entered the barn. Shame stood naked before a pail of water as he washed the days sweat from his well-muscled torso. The light from the lantern reflected off his incredible body and Hetty felt her nipples hardening. His magnificent cock was half erect, jutting out from his body, and angled down. Cock, she had never heard a man's penis called that until last night, but it seemed appropriate on Shame. "Come to pay me?" asked Shame. "Yes," said Hetty. She gasped again as Shame turned around and threw the towel down. His back was crisscrossed with white scars from his neck to his hard rear end. Scars from an overseers whip. They were old and faded, the fact that they were so visible attesting to the brutality of the beating he had received many yeas before. Shame walked over to his bed roll, took it off the cot, and threw it on the hay. He laid down on his back and motioned for Hetty to kneel between his legs. She obeyed. In a strange way, she was looking forward to doing this again. She had been so aroused after last night, that she had pulled a delighted Elijah on top of her for a few minutes of sex. "What's that you got there in your hand?" asked Shame. "I didn't much care for spitting in my hand so I brought along some honey. I hope you don't mind if I use that instead?" "Whatever works for you," said Shame. Hetty nodded and removed the lid from the honey jar. Shame's cock was hardening in anticipation before she even touched it. It was straightening out and rising towards the ceiling, the head was emerging from the foreskin as it rose. Her eyes were wide as she scooped out some honey and began coating his cock with it. "There's one problem," said Hetty staring at his cock as she began stroking it. "Your seed stained my dress last night and I had trouble cleaning it off me." "I'll warn you before I blows." Satisfied Hetty returned her attention to his cock. She used both hands early this time, since it took two to encircle the thick black sausage. The honey was an excellent lubricant and her hands slid easily over the shaft. She could tell Shame was enjoying it because he was slowly thrusting his hips each time she brought her hands down. He lasted a long time again, but eventually his cock started swelling as he approached orgasm. "Getting close Hetty," he grunted. Hetty let go and leaned back before it went off. His rampant black cock jerked with each beat of his heart, but he didn't cum. "Don't stop Hetty," said Shame, "I'm losing it." Hetty reached around his hips and tried to jerk him off that way, but the angle was difficult and her arm quickly grew tired. Shame seemed frustrated and angry. He stood up and positioned his cock right before her face. "Stroke my cock bitch." She grabbed it and started stroking again. She had to start over, but thankfully it quickly grew again. The head of his cock looked like it was about to explode. Just as the pee-slit started opening, Shame grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forwards, the tip of his cock forcing it's way between her lips just as it exploded. She tasted the honey for a second before the taste was overwhelmed by the sperm filling her mouth. Hetty had been caught off guard and was out of breath. She inadvertently swallowed his first wad, then horrified reared her head back, the second and third wads splattering on her face and dress. Not knowing what to do, she brought her lips back around his cock head to keep the rest of his cum from soiling her. She was surprised at how hot his sperm was and the taste wasn't all that bad. She swallowed the rest without difficulty. ******************** The next day, Hetty caught herself staring at Shame. Caleb was at school and the rest of the family was about various errands. Shame was enlarging the coral near the barn. He had is shirt off and she could just make out his bulging muscles flexing as he nailed, shovelled, and hefted the fencing. She stared so long she neglected her house work. Hetty tried to concentrate on her chores, but found herself returning to the window. Finally, she gave in and decided to take him some lemonade so that she could get a closer view of his chest. "Thanks ma'am," said Shame downing a glass, "that sure hits the spot." "You looked like you needed it Mr Shame," said Hetty, "and I brought it to you despite your bad behaviour last night." "What behaviour are you referring to, ma'am?" "Why, when you shoved your cock in my mouth sir." "I merely did that to keep from soiling you. I thought that's what you wanted?" "That is what I wanted, but it wasn't what I had in mind," said Hetty reliving the moment his cum filled her mouth. Odd, the thought didn't disgust her. "Anyway it didn't work. You still soiled my face and dress." "Then you should do it nude until you can swallow my entire load. That way your dresses won't get messed up." "I couldn't do that," said Hetty surprised at the suggestion. "Why not?" "A woman doesn't appear nude before a male, not even her husband." "You should be proud of your body Hetty," said Shame. "You were built to drive men wild." Hetty blushed. "Thank you sir. I'll consider it." She turned and headed back to the house to start dinner. ******************** Hetty climbed out of bed the moment Elijah began snoring. She had thought about it all evening and decided Shame was right, going nude was the best way to keep his sperm off her clothes. No man had ever seen her nude and she couldn't believe she was about to show her body to a virtual stranger. Then again, she couldn't believe a lot of things she had done since Shame rode onto their land. Even stranger, she found herself looking forward to meeting him each night. Hetty crept downstairs and out the house. She was wearing her night clothes. A knee length shift that covered her body from her neck to her knees. It was designed to protect her modesty and to keep from driving her husband wild. When fornication was a must, a proper lady just lifted her shift up enough to allow her husband to enter her. Even then it was always in the dark. "I was beginning to wonder," said Shame as she entered the barn. He was sitting nude on the cot. His long cock dangled over the side, soft, but still eight inches long. Shame had no problem showing off his nude body. "Forgive me sir, but I couldn't sneak away from Elijah until after we went to bed." "As long as your here. Now take that potato sack off," he ordered. "Could you turn out the lantern?" "No. You need to see what your doing to get it right." Hetty hesitated, then shrugged and reached down to pull the shift off over her head. Shames eyes grew wide as she revealed her body. First, her thighs, her blonde pubic hair, her belly, hips, and finally her large breasts. Hetty was of Nordic stock from Minnesota and her pubic hair matched the hair on her head. She was tall and well built. Her breasts had alway been proud and full, growing even bigger after the births of her children. They were just starting to sag as she approached forty. Her nipples were fat and long. They turned rock hard as the air hit them. There was little fat on her body, what fat she had was concentrated in her hips and rear giving her sexy curves. Hetty didn't realize how beautiful she was. One of the reason she had decided to appear nude before Shame was to see if the sight of her body would drive him wild. She wasn't disappointed. Shame's cock went from limp to rock hard in half a minute and his breathing had increased as he stared at her. Hetty didn't think she would like showing her nude body to a man and it did make her feel exposed and vulnerable, but it also felt right and natural. She kneeled between his legs as he sat on the cot. She reached under the cot for the jar of honey she had left there and began coating his cock until it shined in the light. Kneeling nude before Shame with his cock in her hands also felt right and natural. Like she had the two previous nights, she began sliding her hands along the shaft. She watched fascinated as the plump head emerged with each stroke. She hadn't been stroking him for too long, when Shame said, "I'm getting close Hetty, you'd best be clamping your lips around the end." 'Funny,' she thought, 'he wasn't showing the signs of approaching orgasm.' His cock wasn't swelling, nor did the head look like it was about to explode. She obeyed anyway and stretched her mouth wide over the head, taking the tip in her mouth. She tasted the honey on his cock and her tongue swirled around the head to lap up more. Shame moaned when her tongue touched him. She continued to lick the head for several minutes until his cock finally did start swelling. She could feel the head grow in her mouth and she thought she actually could sense the pee-slit opening. Though prepared, the amount still caught her off guard. His cum filled her mouth faster then she could swallow. Sperm dribbled down her chin and she lost control long enough to get a wad of cum splattered on her breasts before clamping her mouth back over it. Hetty leaned back and let his cock fall out of her mouth. She was thankful she was nude or another dress would have been stained. Another large drop of cum was forming at the end of Shame's cock. She leaned forward and licked it off the slit. She was licking his sperm up from under her chin as she went out to the well to clean up. ******************** I knew I shouldn't, but I just couldn't help it. I reached under Shame's bedroll and pulled out his revolver. It was heavier then I thought it would be, to big for my hand, probably perfect for Shame's. It's only purpose was to kill a man. Father wouldn't let us own such a weapon. We had some small caliber rifles for hunting and killing coyotes, but that was it. "You shouldn't go through man's things," said Shame behind me. I shoved the gun back under the bedroll and spun around. My childish instincts wanted to deny any wrong doing even when caught red-handed. Instead, I just said, "I'm sorry." "Get out of here boy, before I tan your hide." I jumped and was half-way to the door when Shame added, "Caleb, if you promise not to tell your pa, I'll let you shoot it some time." I let out a little whoop and ran to get my school books. Soon, I was walking down the road towards the little schoolhouse in town. I had caught up with Tommy, the son of another homesteader, when we saw the cowboys coming. They often passed by on their way to the range, so we didn't think nothing of it until they reined in about twenty feet in front of us. "Better get our lassos boys, looks like two little piggies got out of their pens." "We're not pigs," shouted Tommy. He was a little headstrong. "You're dirt farmers," laughed a cowboy. "pigs are too good for you. How about tasting some dirt?" The cowboy dug his heels in his horse's flanks and charged. I dove out of the way, but got covered in dirt as the horse galloped by. More dirt was showered on us as the two other cowboys followed suit. "There you go piggies," shouted a cowboy "feel at home now." They rode off laughing. ******************** "They did what?" said mother just as the knife cut a long slit on her hand. She had been peeling an apple to make us a pie. "Called us piggies," I shouted. "What do we do?" said mother as dad wrapped a bandage around her hand. "Nothing," said Shame from the table. "Their trying to provoke you. Tell the other homesteaders to keep their temper." Every day after that, Bodie's men called us pigs as they rode by the homestead. ******************** "You sure we shouldn't do anything?" said Hetty as she pulled her shift over her head. "Bodie wants one of you to make the first move so he can claim self defense," said Shame. Hetty kneeled before Shame and began coating his cock with the honey again. Her cut hand hurt too bad to use, so she tried to get him off with just the one, but it quickly tired. "Sorry Shame, I can't do it with just one hand." "You'll have to suck me off then." "I couldn't do that." "You're already half-way there," said Shame. "You're putting the head in your mouth and swallowing my cum, all you have to do now is bob your head a little. You can use your hand to jerk off what you can't swallow." "I don't know Shame. I can't cheat on Elijah." "It ain't cheating, says so in the scriptures. Only fornicating is adultery. Besides, remember our deal, you got to get me off every day I'm here. I don't care how you do it." She hesitated a bit still and Shame added, "I'm the only one who can keep your family safe Hetty." That was enough to convince her. Hetty stretched her mouth around Shame's cock head and looked up at him for instructions. "Not so fast ma'am," said Shame. "Start by licking around the head." Hetty removed her mouth and began licking around the hard head of Shame's cock. She pulled the foreskin down and licked around the ridge and then up over the tip, teasing the slit with her tongue. "Now lick down the shaft." Hetty grasped the base of his cock and ran her tongue down the sides and over the top, licking up all traces of the honey. She licked all the way down the shaft until her tongue touched his curly black pubic hair. "Now lift my cock up and lick the underside." Hetty obeyed. She grabbed his cock by the head and lifted it up. The underside was dominated by a large blue-black vein, that pulsed with each beat of his heart. She ran her tongue down the vein to the bottom of Shame's cock. "Now lick my balls, ma'am." This order surprised Hetty, but she complied. It was easier just following his instructions. She held his cock against his stomach as she licked his balls. They were sized to match his cock, which also explained the large amount of cum he produced. Comparing Shame to Elijah was like comparing apples to walnuts. She finished and moved her tongue back up his shaft. Hetty kissed the tip of his cock as a gesture of respect for his massive appendage. Shame's cock had swollen larger then she had ever seen it and it glistened from her tongue bath. "Why sir, I do believe your cock's enjoying this." "I can assure you it is, ma'am," replied Shame breathing heavily. "It's gonna like this part even more. Now suck on it" Hetty was breathing heavily too as she took the head into her mouth again. Her nipples were so hard they were sore and she could feel moisture between her thighs. She couldn't understand why her body continued to have this reaction when she was with Shame. Just the head of Shame's cock seemed to fill her mouth and Hetty had no idea how she was going to swallow much more, but she loved a challenge. Hetty began to bob her head. Soon the tip touched the back of her throat. She pushed down and immediately felt herself choking so she backed up. The head plopped out of her mouth and she stared at it trying to figure the best way to go about this. "Just relax your throat and breathe through your nose," said the black man. Hetty nodded and put her lips around the tip again. She took a deep breath and pushed down. This time she suppressed her gag reflex and let the head push into her throat. Still, she withdrew, this time keeping the head in her mouth before trying again. Soon she was pushing more and more inside her. Staring down his shaft was making her dizzy so she closed her eyes and concentrated on swallowing. She took more and more until sure she was near the end, Hetty opened her eyes and was astonished to see that she was only halfway there. Hetty growled in frustration and attacked Shame's cock. She started bobbing her head furiously trying to take more. Shame seemed to like her enthusiasm and he started bucking his hips forward with each downward thrust of her head. Unfortunately, she started feeling her throat getting sore and her neck was getting tired. She had only managed three-quarters, but he didn't seem to mind. His cock was swelling again. Hetty brought her good hand up to the base and began stroking half while sucking on the rest. Just when she feared it was swelling so much she'd choke again, it blew. His cock spasmed in her throat and she could feel it pumping, his cum sliding directly into her belly. She missed the taste and removed all but the head so that he was cumming in her mouth. She used her hands to milk every drop she could, until it was dry and she reluctantly released it. "Your cock suckins as good as your cookin ma'am," said Shame turning to blow out the lantern. Hetty blushed and felt a surge of pride at pleasing him. "Next time sir, I'm going to take it all." She pulled on her shift and returned to her husband pleased that there wasn't any mess to clean up this time. ******************** The next day Shame hitched up the wagon for Elijah. After breakfast the rancher was going into town to conduct some business. He was taking Caleb to school and Mary was riding along to buy some things in town. Shame went inside for his breakfast while Hetty went out to wave bye to her family. "More flapjacks, Shame," said Hetty upon returning. "Much obliged ma'am," said Shame as Hetty refilled his plate. Shame finished his breakfast and sat back in the chair. Hetty had disappeared while he ate. "Oh sir." Shame turned to look at Hetty. He grinned when he saw she was standing nude in the doorway to the living room. She looked fantastic. Hetty had actually fixed her hair up a little and he detected just a touch of make-up on her lips and cheeks. "The family will be gone for several hours, I was thinking we might be more comfortable in a bed. Why wait for tonight?" "Why wait indeed?" said Shame turning to follow her upstairs. Shame stretched out, his beefy body taking up more then half the bed. Hetty couldn't kneel between his legs because of a large baseboard, so she sat on the edge of the bed.and leaned over him as she took his cock in her mouth. "Hetty you'll strain your neck," said Shame. "Why don't you climb on top?" "There's no room, sir." "In the other direction," he said grabbing her leg. Hetty let Shame pull her on top of him and she found herself looking down at his cock while she straddled his chest. She was embarrassed at the view he must have. He could probably see deep inside her. Hetty suppressed her shame and began licking Shame's cock, she planned on taking it all this time. "Hetty," said Shame. "I was just wondering, how come you're still naked. You managed to swallow my entire load last time." Hetty paused licking down the shaft and said, "I don't know, but you're right, I should probably dress from now on. It is inappropriate." She knew she had no desire to go back to wearing her heavy dress or that hot shift. For proprieties sake she would wear them, she knew Shame was staring right up her wet pussy, she could feel his breathe on her thighs. Hetty loosened her jaw up and stretched her mouth out around his cock-head. She was bobbing her head over half when Shame said, "If you take it all, I'll give you a big reward." Hetty nodded over his cock and attacked it again. It was easier then the last time and she managed to swallow nine inches a lot faster. She looked with determination at the remaining three inches. Hetty raised her body, closed her eyes, hunched her back, and forced herself down. Something tickled her nose and she opened her eyes. Her nose was buried in his hairy testicles, she had done it. Overjoyed, she removed her mouth and said, "Whats my reward?" A shiver of pleasure suddenly rocked her body as Shame licked up her slit. "Shame stop, what are you doing?" "I'm eating your pussy," he said, licking again. "Tell me you don't like it." "It's incredible, but why?" "I'm gonna make you cum." "A woman can't cum," said Hetty shuddering as his tongue worked it's way between the folds of her pussy. "Just wait and see bitch," said Shame. "and I didn't say you could quit sucking me." Hetty started sucking him off again, but found it hard to concentrate. Her body was shaking, she was moaning around his cock, and she was thrusting her hips back into Shame's tongue. At times, his tongue felt as long as Elijah's penis, as it worked it's way around inside her. Something was building up inside her. Her entire body felt alive. Shame had moved his tongue down to the tip of her pussy and was licking around a little nib there. It actually felt like the nib was growing, becoming engorged as he teased it, and she had to take her mouth of Shame's cock as she screamed. The orgasm caught her off guard as it rocked her body. It was the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt. She took a moment to catch her breath and recover. Then, Hetty kissed all over his cock to say thanks before taking it in her mouth and bobbing her head rapidly knowing she could never give him as much pleasure as she had just received. He continued to eat her pussy, throwing off her rhythm, but she concentrated on getting him off. His cock was swelling just as she felt another orgasm approaching. It took her just as he came. It was bigger, more powerful then the first. She lost control and his pumping cock baptised her face with sperm as she arched her back to scream. She managed to clamp her mouth over the tip in time to catch his third wad. As she recovered, Hetty was aware of that her orgasmic pleasure was being replaced by another equally as powerful emotion. She had strong feelings for Shame akin to the love she felt only for Elijah and her family. Shame left to do his chores without saying a word. Hetty looked at herself in the mirror and at her sperm covered face. She was thankful Elijah was gone for it would take awhile to clean up this mess. She decided to stay nude with Shame, just in case she lost control again and because she wanted him to have access to her pussy the next time he got a hankering to eat her. ******************** That night, Hetty snuck down to the barn to be with Shame. He was lying nude on the cot. "What are you doing here ma'am, you already paid me today?" Hetty didn't know why she was here, but said, "consider it a signing on bonus." She pulled the shift over her head. Hetty was afraid he wouldn't be interested or able to get his cock up again after this morning. She ran her hands down over her breasts, teasing her nipples, and one hand continued down her flat belly, stopping between her legs. She hoped this would excite him and felt a shiver as his cock began to grow. "Can I eat your pussy again ma'am?" asked Shame. "Of course, sir." Shame threw the bedroll down on the hay and she ended up straddling his face. She had three little orgasms as she bounced up and down on his tongue. Afterwards, she kneeled between his legs as he sat on the cot. It didn't feel wrong anymore, what she was doing. Instead, it felt right and natural to please Shame. "Whatt are you thinking?" he said catching her staring at his cock. "I was wondering what it would feel like to have this monster in my pussy." "Want to try?" " ...No," she said, surprised that she had hesitated. "No, It can never happen." "Never?" "Never." See part 2, where it happens 6784 1.71/512345