There was a huge party going on at the Cornfield Estate. Men and women in expensive clothes stood inside the house and out, all with mint juleps in their hands.
Inside the house Bernard Cornfield was talking with three of his very best friends, all of whom were also plantation owners in the area.
The three men were named Marvin Madison, Garth Hudson and Peter Thompson. Naturally, the subject being discussed between the four men was pussy.
"I got me a new little nigger girl named Tammy that is going to grow up and be quite a woman," Bernard said, doing nothing to hide the bragging tone in his voice.
"You tested out her poontang yet, Bernard?" Marvin Madison asked, pausing to take a sip of his cool drink. The four men all had evil smiles on their faces.
"Sure have," Bernard said with a chuckle. "She sure is tight. And she takes well to the whip too. Bawls her eyes out when I thrash her."
"Which one is she, Bernard?" Garth Hudson asked. He looked around at the nigger girls who were serving the party's food and drink.
"That's her over there in the corner. The one that's looking all shy and cute," Bernard said. He gestured toward Tammy with his right forefinger.
"You're right when you say she is hot looking," Peter Thompson concurred. "How did such a little girl like that grow such big tits?"
"You know how those nigger girls get. They grow them big jugs when they are little, and then they are fat and useless by the time they are thirty," Bernard said.
The other three men all nodded and drank and agreed that this was true. In the corner Tammy was aware of the fact that the conversation was about her.
"That's why you got to get to that dark meat when it is still young and sweet. After a while they go bad and start smelling like they should bathe – even if they have just taken a bath," Marvin Madison said.
"So, Bernard, tell me," Garth Hudson said, feeling a tingling in his balls. "Is there any chance you might lend that nigger girl out for a little while?"
"Yeah, Bernard," Garth Hudson added. "I could use a piece of dark tail right now. It would make the rest of the party go easier."
"I agree, Bernard," said Peter Thompson. "Ever since you started talking about her I've been so horny the crack of dawn better look out for me."
"You can have her anytime you want – and you can do anything you please with her. I would appreciate it if you didn't do any damage that won't heal. I mean, don't cut off anything that won't grow back," Bernard said. The three men shared a hearty laugh.
"Maybe all three of us could take her at the same time," Peter Thompson said. "Just like back in the old days. You remember that, boys?"
The three men laughed. They all remembered their days as youngsters when they all used to gang up on one nigger girl. Three cocks and three holes. Things worked out perfectly.
"Just go over to her and tell her you want her to take you downstairs. She will understand what you mean. There are whips and stuff down there too in case you would like to give her a little taste of the whip," Bernard said. "And, another thing. Don't let my wife catch you going down there. She doesn't know about the 'office' I have set up down there."
"Sure thing Bernard. You play host and we'll be back in a little while – right after that nigger cunt cleans out our tubes," Garth said.
The three men walked over to Tammy with big ear-to-ear shit-eating grins on their faces, and Tammy knew immediately what was going to happen to her.
She thought of Jonah, and she thought of the God she worshipped – the same God who was supposed to be good and merciful, but who always found new ways to degrade and hurt this pretty little black girl.
"Oooooooweeeeeee!" Marvin Madison said. "Get a whiff of her. This little cunt is oozing sex. Come on, baby. Bernard says you are going to show us where the downstairs facilities are."
"Yes, sir," Tammy said subserviently. She tried not to look the men in the face. She lowered her eyes and led the three of them out of the room where many of the guests had gathered.
"I'm getting hotter by the second," Garth Hudson said, rubbing the palms of his smooth hands together. The three men all had soft hands.
Between the three of them they had not put in a single honest day's work in their entire life. They had had slaves to do all of the chores for them ever since they were born. They had all entered the world with a silver spoon protruding from their slaving mouths.
The three men decided, as they went down those rickety wooden stairs toward Bernard's torture chamber, that they really weren't in the mood to whip the little girl.
Bernard was into that shit. He whipped the girls just for the hell of it. These three men believed that a master should only punish the slaves when they have actually done something wrong. To punish a slave, this trio believed, without cause, just for kicks, was asking for trouble.
Besides, they were all too horny to put the matter at hand off. They were all anxious to get their cocks inside her so she could pleasure them with her holes.
"Shit, now we gotta decide who is gonna get to fuck her where," Peter Thompson said. "We always used to fight about that when we were fifteen."
"Yeah, sometimes I don't feel like I have changed a hell of a lot since I was fifteen," Garth Hudson said. "And sometimes I feel like I am a completely different person."
"Well, I think we should flip a coin to figure out who gets to fuck her where. If we don't we are all still gonna want her ass and then somebody will get mad."
"Sounds good to me," Marvin said and this was done. It was decided – rather quickly, in fact – that Marvin Madison would get to fuck the little girl in the pussy. It was decided that Garth Hudson would get to fuck her in the ass, and Peter Thompson would get sucked off by Tammy Taylor's hot little mouth.
It had been years since the three men had all gotten inside a slave at the same time. They felt a little nostalgic. They felt like boys once again.
It was like riding a bicycle. Once one learned how to do it, they never forgot. They had the logistics of the triple-fuck memorized, for sure.
The only flat surface down in the torture chamber was the wooden slab table. Marvin found a pillow and placed it at the head of that table.
Marvin then climbed up on top of the table and stretched his long legs out in front of him, his feet and his knees close together. He had a full-fledged boner inside his trousers.
They ordered Tammy to get out of her clothes, which didn't take the girl very long. She kicked off her worn shoes and removed her dress.
As usual, the little slave was wearing nothing beneath her dress. She stood there innocently naked as the men eyed her tits and her practically hairless pussy. They looked at her ass and commented on how round it was.
They could see the lash marks on her rear end and this bothered them a little bit. It bothered Peter in particular, who had never cared for the whip and never used it. Peter always had one of the slaves do his whipping for him when it came time to punish someone – because he had never been able to bring himself to use it himself.
Marvin Madison unbuckled his black leather belt and unbuttoned the top of his trousers. He lifted his ass from the wooden table and hooked his thumbs under the top of his pants.
Marvin pulled down his pants all the way to his ankles and then stretched back out again. His cock flopped onto his hairy belly and began to bounce up and down.
Tammy took one look at the white man's cock flopping up and down like that and she couldn't help but think it looked as if it were doing some sort of jungle dance – just as her ancestors had done back in the homeland.
"Get up on the table, cunt and straddle my hips so I can get my cock up inside you," Marvin Madison said. He had the same command tone in his voice that all white men easily assumed when talking to a slave.
Tammy got up on the table – praying the whole time that she could get horny. She prayed that her pussy would lubricate itself. Nature betrayed her, however.
Her cunt stayed as dry as a bone. Tammy only had to kiss Jonah on the mouth once and the glands inside her body would start cranking out her natural lubrication. Her pussy was always soaking wet to the point of overflowing when her man threw her an ecstatic fuck.
But here she was with three white men, all of whom were going to fuck her at the same time, and she could not get the glands inside her pussy to secrete a single drop of fluid. She knew that it was going to hurt like hell when Marvin tried to get his cock all the way up her cunt.
"Now remember boys, don't start fucking until all three of us got our cocks inside her. Yeah, you too, Marvin," Garth said. "It's going to be fucking hard enough to get my prick up the nigger girl's ass without having to aim at a moving target."
Tammy got up on the table. The wood was hard on her smooth knees. She knelt up straight with one knee on either side of Marvin's slim hips.
Tammy pushed her knees apart as far as she could get them. She wanted her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips to part naturally as much as possible before the man tried to push his prick up her poontang.
Tammy knelt with her back straight, and then with her back arched a little bit. Her belly became slightly concave, and her rib-cage protruded.
As Tammy arched her back her huge breasts rose on her chest – so that they were resting even higher than they did normally. Her cocoa colored nipples were stiff and pointing slightly upward. Marvin was panting.
Tammy was ordered to put the man's cock inside her cunt herself. She lightly ran her fingers up and down the shaft of his dick prick – which was flopping up and down on his belly with a greater fervor than before.
Tammy then worked her tiny black fingers in between the man's belly and his cock shaft. As she did this she had her faded palm turned upward toward the ceiling of the torture chamber.
She curled her fingers at the knuckle a little bit and formed a cradle underneath Marvin's cock, just below his purple head. She lifted the tip of his cock away from his belly. She leaned forward a little bit, jack-knifing at the waist. As she leaned forward all three of the men noticed that her tits became even larger than usual when the force of gravity was in their favor.
Tammy raised the tip of the man's urgently erect tool of masculinity to her little pussy. She rubbed her clit with her piss hole for a while in another vain attempt to get her juices flowing.
Tammy decided that she had better do something, then she had an idea. She spit a small pool of saliva into her free palm and smeared it all over the man's cock. She put extra spittle on the head of his cock.
Tammy noticed that Marvin moaned when she did this. He began to shift the weight of his lower body from one ass cheek to the other and then back again. He was breathing very hard.
Tammy moved the head of Marvin's cock to the mouth of her fuck hole. She wiggled her ass and her loins from side to side a little bit.
Tammy worked the tip of the man's purple spear in between her curled back inner cunt lips. She could feel his cock throbbing against her most sensitive area – and still she did not feel a twinge of desire.
She wished that her mind would stop having such a strong effect on her body. She realized that she could keep her, inevitable pain to a minimum if she could only get herself aroused. But she was too filled with hate and awe to feel desire. She was going to have to take his cock inside her cunt with her own spittle as the only lubrication.
Tammy adjusted her hips so that his cock and her internal passage way were at the appropriate angles for deep-vaginal violation. She began to push down on the tip of his prick with the mouth of her dark meat fuck hole.
She could feel her inner cunt lips begrudgingly opening. She could feel the head of his cock pushing inside her. She looked down and watched his foreskin peeling back.
Jonah's cock was so much larger that this man's – yet Jonah's cock always entered with much greater ease. Her pussy would stretch for Jonah in amazing ways. Her cunt would bulge in and out when Jonah fucked her, and she never felt the slightest twinge of discomfort. But Marvin was hurting her and she clenched her back teeth together as she felt the tip of his prick first on her dimpled cervix, the mouth of her womb, and then snug against the back wall of her cunt.
Tammy did not stop pressing down with her nigger cunt until the entire length of that purple pole was up inside her. Her inner cunt lips were gripping his cock at the very hilt. She could feel his scrotal sack throbbing against her asshole.
The second that first cock was all the way inside her they ordered her to kick her legs out behind her so that her knees were straight.
She did as she was told, of course, without a peep of protest. She kept her thighs parted, and she kept Marvin's cock all the way inside her.
Garth Hudson immediately moved to the side of the torture table. Garth already had his pants down to his knees and his cock was standing at attention before him.
Garth ran his fingertips up and down the backs of the little girl's smooth thighs. He tickled her behind her knees. He touched the lash marks on the cheeks of her black ass delicately.
He placed one palm on either cheek of her ass. He touched her gently at first but he quickly firmed up his caress. He began to knead her ass flesh.
He kneaded her buttocks just as if he were preparing unrisen dough for a stint in the baker's oven. He then turned the tips of his fingers inward toward the crack of her ass.
Garth turned his elbows outward so that they were pointing in opposite directions. He dug his fingertips into the cleavage between her ebony buns.
Garth didn't stop pushing his fingers deeper and deeper still into the crack of her ass until the tips of his middle fingers were only a fraction of an inch away from the frightened mouth of her rectum on either side.
Garth pressed with the tips of his strong digits. He pressed hard enough to make Tammy's ass flesh pucker a bit beneath the tension he was exerting.
Garth began to tug her ass cheeks apart. He did this slowly and ceremoniously – as if he were parting two halves of a ripe and sacred fruit.
Garth did not stop tugging her buttocks apart until they were separated as far as they could possibly go. She could feel the skin in the crack of her ass pulling taut.
He tugged her ass cheeks so far apart that even some of the puckers in her nether eye were smoothed. He then held her ass cheeks all the way open with his left hand exclusively.
He spit onto his right palm and slapped that saliva onto her hot, hot asshole. He massaged the spittle all around her rectum with a slow, circular motion.
Garth decided to push some of the slippery saliva up inside her ass – and, naturally enough, he decided to use his right middle finger to do that. After all, that was his longest digit.
Garth placed the tip of his middle finger right at the center of the brown asterisk that formed her anus. He snapped his wrist and drove the wet finger inside.
Tammy let out a grunt as if all of the wind had been knocked from her lungs. She could feel the man's finger pushing past her sphincter muscle.
The finger pushed past the tight tubular muscle – right into her colon, which was softer and more elastic. He pushed his finger up her ass as far as it could go.
Garth didn't stop pushing until Tammy's asshole was gripping him at the third knuckle. He wiggled his finger around inside her playfully.
He worked his finger in and out of her for a moment or two and then pulled his finger all the way out. He sniffed his finger and raised an eyebrow at the aroma.
Then the man lubed up his own dick with spittle arid climbed on top of the table. He sprawled himself across the little girl's backside. There was a lot of weight on Marvin's chest at that point – but if he minded he did not let on.
Tammy's delicious black breasts were pressed flat against Marvin's shirt. She could feel Garth panting on the back of her neck. Tammy knew that there was only a thin wall of flesh between her colon and her inner cunt.
The diminutive slave girl knew that this wall of flesh would be stretched very very thin once both cocks were inside her at the same time.
Tammy knew that Garth and Marvin would be able to feel each other's cocks through that wall when they fucked her down there simultaneously.
She could feel him guiding the head of his cock between her ripe cheeks. He had his dick in his right hand. Garth gave his cock three experimental squeezes.
The southern plantation owner wanted to make sure that his cock was as hard and thick as possible. He had nothing to worry about along those lines.
He had a full-fledged boner – there could be no doubt about that. He ran the tip up and down the crack of her ass. Marvin and Garth could feel their scrotal sacks touching one another.
Then he stopped the head of his dick when it was pressed directly against her nether eye. He adjusted his hips so that his cock would be at the right angle.
Garth tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks. He pressed his manly buttocks together as tightly as he could get them – and he began to push.
Tammy cried out in pain and felt tears welling in her dark brown eyes as her asshole was forced open to take his purple glans. She could feel all of the puckers in her asshole being smoothed.
Her ass felt like it was going to tear wide open by the time the man got the head of his dick in her. But he did not stop pushing there. No way. The man had every intention of getting his whole prick in her ass – and he didn't give a shit one way or the other how much he hurt her in the process. He pushed his pole past her sphincter and into her colon. He pushed until the tip of his cock was throbbing against the pit of her bowels – the smelliest core of Tammy's womanhood.
She was a sandwich.
A Tammy sandwich on stud.
She had two cocks in her and she felt like she was ready to burst – and there was still one cock left to go. She looked forward through tear-filled eyes and she say Peter Thompson with his pants all the way down around his ankles, struggling to get up onto the table.
Peter finally moved to a kneeling position in front of Tammy's head. The little girl straightened her neck and opened her mouth wide for him like a good little slave.
Peter didn't like the whip – but that didn't mean he didn't get in a mean mood every now and again. This happened to be one of those times. He began to slap the little girl across the face with his stiff meat.
He just wanted to degrade her and humiliate her more than she was already. Peter then placed his hands on top of her head. He ran his fingers across her scalp to the back of her neck.
He pressed his digits into the muscles at the nape of her neck hard enough to make the flesh pucker there. He hurt her in this fashion. She was making snorting noises through her flaring nostrils. She was sweating profusely.
Peter turned his wrists and moved his hands so that his palms were over the little girl's shell-like ears. He pinned her ears to the sides of her pretty head.
He made it very difficult for Tammy to hear anything at all. The things Tammy could hear sounded as if they were coming from far, far away.
He held her head so tightly that Tammy could no longer pull away from his with her head and shoulders – not even a fraction of an inch.
Peter clasped her head so tightly that the diminutive slave girl could no longer turn her face from side to side. The only direction she could move her face was forward – and that, of course, was the only direction that Peter Thompson was concerned with.
Her held her head stringently – as if he wanted to crush it like a grape. He pushed the head of his dick into her gaping mouth and she began to suck on it.
Tammy thought the man would be satisfied with having just the head of his cock sucked – like the way she pleasured Jonah with her hot mouth.
But this was not what Peter had in mind at all. Marvin and Garth were going to get to fuck their holes – and he wanted to get to fuck her mouth as well. He wanted to fuck her face with the entire length of his cock.
He told her this and she panicked for a moment. She knew there was no way he could ram his dick all the way down her gullet without hurting her badly.
She knew she was going to gag horribly. She felt his cock pushing into the back of her mouth and then down her throat. She gagged immediately and the tears that had already welled in her dark brown eyes began to stream down the sides of her face, over her cheekbones and her smooth cheeks. Tammy's face was stained by her tears – and she correctly assumed that that was going to happen each and every time a white man took her into the torture room.
She had to struggle to keep her teeth off of Peter's cock. She was scared of what might happen if she accidentally bit the man's pole.
He pushed and pushed. She realized that he was being pleasured by her pain in a couple of ways. He enjoyed the fact that he was hurting her, plus the spasms in her throat were squeezing at his rock-hard dick meat. Each time the little girl gagged the man's cock was given a sharp caress, sending magic fingers of masculine pleasure rolling up and down the entire length of his spine, all the way from his tailbone to the nape of his neck and then back down again.
Tammy could see through her tears that her nose was getting closer and closer to the thick patch of pubic hair growing above the base of Peter's cock.
She knew that once the man's pubic bush covered her nose she would be unable to breathe at all. She feared that he would suffocate her with his meat.
Indeed, he pushed until her lips gripped his cock at the hilt – Tammy could feel Peter Thompson's balls resting on her little black chin.
Three cocks at once. Her throat was on fire.
Then, Peter gave the cue that he was all the way in and the men began to fuck all at once. They all laughed because they remembered a time when this was a common practice, a time when they were all filled with the plethora of jism that comes with youth.
They pulled out together.
They stabbed into her together.
Their hip movements were in sync with one another.
They managed to keep their natural in and out fucking motion in sync with one another even as all three of them steadily increased the tempo of the triple fuck. They started out slowly but steadily increased the pace. She could feel her gullet being ravaged. She could feel her asshole being tugged out away from the rest of the cleavage between her buttocks so hard that it shocked her.