Jonah began to fuck the little girl with a smooth steady motion. At first the huge man wiggled his ass from side to side almost as much as he humped it up and down. He was making her lust grow very quickly – so quickly that Tammy was startled a little bit by the intensity of her sensations. It had been so long since she had been made love to by her man, and she had almost forgotten how good it felt. She wanted those sexy sensations his huge cock was giving her to ripple up and down her spine forever and ever. She wanted this loving fuck with her loving man to last for all eternity.
"Ccccoooommmmhiinnnngggg!!!!" Tammy Taylor screamed at the top of her lungs a fraction of a second after Jonah rammed his rod into her particularly hard. They could both smell the scent of her dark meat poontang richly in their flaring nostrils. They could both hear the funny sounds their fucking was making. Squish-squash. It sounded like that.
Tammy was pleased to discover that her orgasm was short and sharp and spread through her completely, but also by the fact that, when it was over, it had done nothing to suppress her urge to fuck.
Incredibly, the little black girl discovered that she wanted to hump Jonah more after her orgasm than she had before it – and she would not have even thought that was possible unless she had experienced it for herself.
She knew that she was going to have no trouble coming more than once while the black stud's lance of masculinity was working in and out of her womanly love tunnel. Tammy was already starting to suspect that her loving man was going to make her come more times than she could possibly count.
Jonah straightened out his fucking motion, so he was no longer wagging his tensed ass cheeks from side to side as much. He started into a rhythmic up and down motion, and Tammy loved the way she could feel her inner cunt lips being pushed and pulled by the turgid pole.
Tammy could feel her clitoral foreskin being worked up and down across her love button – thus enhancing the pleasure she was feeling inside her cunt. Her urge to be fucked had caused her clitoris' role as the focal point of her womanly craving to be usurped.
Her new center of feminine pleasure was deep inside her cunt close to the mouth of her womb, and she could feel the tip of Jonah's humongous cock ramming hard against that spot again and again, and again. She could feel her libido approaching its second orgasm of the fuck.
She came for a second time – and this ecstasy was quickly followed by her third release of the ball. She couldn't help but notice that each fantastic orgasm was a little bit longer and a little bit more intense than the one before it.
The little girl could tell that the wet spot caused from the juices dripping from her cunt on the blanket that covered their straw bed beneath her ass was getting larger with each passing second.
She could feel the tip of the man's cock hammering into her lower belly. She remembered the very fist time Jonah fucked her at that moment, and she remembered how confused she had been by her own enjoyment. Until she met Jonah she had not entirely been aware that she was supposed to get off on sex. But he had done things for her that her imagination would never have been able to conjure in a million years.
His cock had touched her in places where she had never been touched before – and more. His cock had touched her internal areas in places that she didn't even know she had places she would have sworn up and down could not be reached from the outside unless she had experienced it for herself.
He had taught her where the core of her womanly pleasure really was – and he had made her feel as if she were impaled like a butterfly on a pin. There were times when the little nigger girl really did think his cock was going to push all the way through her. She wouldn't have been surprised if the tip of his cock had come pushing out her mouth!
She could feel her third orgasm – and at that point the pretty little girl stopped counting. There was no point. Numbers no longer mattered to Tammy Taylor. They were irrelevant.
Only the intensity of her sensations mattered in her reeling brain. She felt as if she were weightless floating up in the sky with the clouds. Tammy felt as if she were going for a ride on a magic carpet. She could feel her sense of time being shattered.
Each second seemed like a minute – each minute like an hour. She was convinced that Jonah had better hurry up and come or else he would be late for, work – when the truth of the matter was that they had not been fucking for nearly as long as she thought.
She began to snap off her orgasms very close to one another. Frighteningly close. It got to the point where Tammy was having trouble telling her orgasms apart because of their proximity. It got to the point where the first spasm of one come coincided with the last convulsion of the previous feminine release, so that they were indistinguishable.
Tammy was thrilled to discover that she felt more like she was having one continuous orgasm – rather than a bunch of smaller conies strung closely together, which happened to be the case.
Tammy's eyes were closed so tightly that her lids were wrinkled and her black eyelashes were crushed against her high cheekbones. She was thrashing her head wildly from side to side with her mouth opening and closing erratically. She worked her jaw from side to side anxiously as if she were trying to relieve cramps in the hinges at the sides of her gorgeous little face.
"I can't stop coming! I can't stop coming!Jonah! Jonah! Ilove you so much! You are fucking my pussy inside out lover! You are turning me inside out! I can see bright flashes of light going off in front of my eyes! It's too much! I cant take it anymore!"
Tammy thought that new plateau of pleasure would last forever – but it has been said that all good things must come to an end, and the same thing is true of even the most fantastic fucks. She knew, however, that the fuck would not end until Jonah ended it with the spilling of his silver seed deep inside her lower belly, well past her dimpled cervix.
Her internal cunt muscles gripped and clutched and tugged and squeezed at the shaft of the man's cock each time he withdrew. Her inner pussy felt as if it were filled with a thousand little fingers – and Jonah felt that each and every one of those fingers had been put there especially to pleasure his dick.
The pretty little black girl felt ready to pass out from pleasure – just as she had passed out from pain when Bernard Cornfield punched his gloved fist inside her tight little pussy again and again.
Then the man felt the tickle of sexual anxiety at the base of his cock growing into a fireball. He could tell the end was near. He could tell that he and Tammy Taylor had reached the homestretch of the fuck.
Jonah immediately shifted his hips into high gear and then into overdrive – moving his tensed and pressed together ass cheeks up and down so fast that they were a blur to the naked eye.
He could feel extra blood pumping into both the head and the shaft of his cock. He could feel his tool of masculinity becoming urgently turgid. He could feel the throbbing head of his dick ready to burst from the internal pressure of his hot pumping blood. His piss hole was opening and closing in a frenzied manner – anxious to puke up his nigger spunk.
He then rammed the entire length of his cock into the little girl and this time he kept it there. She could feel his humongous scrotal sack throbbing against her tight little asshole.
She could feel his kinky pubic patch pressing and grinding against her femininely sloping and practically bald mound. She could feel the tip of his cock getting ready to spew the fuck juice somewhere incredibly deep inside her diminutive lower torso. He stretched her pussy further than it seemed like a pussy should be able to stretch – yet she did not feel a twinge of pain. Her flesh was always as elastic as Jonah wanted it to be. She was convinced that she would not have bled a single drop if Jonah had been the one to fist fuck her. She thought this in spite of the fact that her lover's hand was a good deal bigger than her master's.
She could feel herself snapping off her umpteenth come at that very moment – and she was pleased to find that her final come of the fuck was – by far – her longest and her most intense. Tammy Taylor knew why this was true.
She knew that her pleasure reached a new pitch at precisely that moment because she and her man were coming simultaneously. She felt as if there were only orgasm in that shack at that moment. It did not belong to Jonah and it did not belong to Tammy – but rather they shared its pleasure equally. She could feel them shivering and screaming together. Indeed, they sang out a duet in homage to their common bliss. She could feel his jism violently spewing against the stretched back wall of her inner cunt. He filled her with cream.
Then the passion was through.
"Ooooh, baby," Jonah said.
"Yeah. You know what?"
"What's that, honey?"
"You keep getting better and better."
"I was about to say the same about you."
"You know how many times I come?"
"How many?"
"About a thousand and ten!"
"That's a lot. I only came once – but it was a big one."
"It doesn't seem fair that you only get to come once."
"Don't you worry about that. I'm getting mine and plenty more."
"I'm glad you feel that way. You have to go."
"In a few minutes."
"But the master?"
"He's always late in the morning. I just want to lie here with my cock inside you. I want to feel myself getting smaller inside your pussy. What an amazing pussy!"
"Why do you say that?"
"I was just thinking of the condition Master Cornfield left it in and now it seems as good as new. I didn't hurt you when I was fucking really hard, did I?"
"Oh no. No pain. Nothing but pleasure."
"I'm glad."
Finally, after Jonah's cock had deflated to complete flaccidity, allowing the little girl's pussy muscles to completely relax for the first time in what felt like ages, he pulled his limp dick all the way out of her.
His cock did not get that much shorter and skinnier when it deflated. It just softened – and of course his ebony tool of masculinity lost its ability to defy the laws of gravity with his appeasement.
He rolled over on his back, stared at the thatched roof, and took a deep breath. He then lifted himself to his feet and found his cloth trousers. He pulled his pants on and tied his rope belt tightly. It was a very hot day and he would wear no shirt in the fields to cover his huge chest and back. He slipped his feet into beat up old shoes one of the Negro cobblers had made for him. Tammy stood, still naked, and they hugged standing up. They kissed sensuously on the lips for a long time and then – in a flash – Jonah was out the door. Tammy had to report to the house in an hour herself, but she figured she had some time to lie around and savor her afterglow. The sun was just rising.
Jonah had been working for an hour – long after Cornfield had checked to see that everyone was on time for work, but arriving late himself – when he received a message from one of the small nigger boys who worked with the woman. The boys did domestic chores with the women and the small girls and weren't moved out to the fields until they sprouted hair on their balls, at which time hard labor was theorized to keep their minds off dirty nigger business. The message was that Mrs. Cornfield wanted to see him in the lobby of the big house. Jonah was confused. The blonde woman had never shown any interest in the black bucks before. He had received calls at other plantations like this one – and it always meant the white lady of the house was looking to fuck some black cock meat. Jonah had been on a plantation once where a slave got castrated when the woman's white body spit out a brown baby. Jonah had fucked the woman himself and was afraid he would get blamed. But when the woman was asked who the father of the baby was by her husband she had pointed her finger at another, an innocent man perhaps. Jonah's ass had been saved, but he had been sold shortly thereafter nonetheless. Jonah had a thing for white cunt. A nigger could get shot for even looking wrong at a white woman. That was because the white men knew their wives all lusted after the nigger boys and they were scared. Jonah had thought about Annabelle Cornfield in ways he knew he wasn't supposed to – but he had always figured that as long as he kept his fantasies to himself there was no harm to them. Now she was calling for him.
Annabelle had just come back upstairs after her first journey down into the torture chamber and her knees were feeling a little shaky.
She knew exactly when her husband would be leaving Atlanta to return home. She would time everything so he would come into the house and be sent by Jones immediately to the basement, where he would find his wife with the naked slave boy, his back all torn from the lashes of the whip she would be yielding.
That was the plan. Things didn't work out that way. Bernard did his part. He arrived home right on time. It was Jonah who botched Annabelle's plan.
Jonah thought maybe he should stop in the shack and get a shirt before he went to the big house. He did this, Tammy having already reported for domestic duties in the kitchen. He showed up in the front lobby with an extremely nervous expression on his face. Annabelle took one look at him and her mouth fell open. Her eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her baby blue pupils.
Yes, Jonah was a lot bigger than she thought he would be. It occurred to Annabelle that she had never looked at one of the nigger boys up close before – at least not those big bucks who worked their backs out in the fields. She knew the old black gentlemen who worked in the stables. She always viewed the black boys in the fields as one would watch a flock of animals grazing out in a field. They were actually quite nice to look at, but she had never had the urge to stroke and pet one. Not until now. She could feel a tingling between her legs, which actually took her by surprise. She was ashamed of herself. It occurred to her that she might not know what the hell she was doing – but she decided that she had gone too far to turn back at this point so she ordered Jonah down into the torture chamber.
"Bernard has such a marvelous time whipping the little girls that I thought I would whip me a nigger boy, and you are the lucky one," she said.
Jonah winced. He could feel his face getting hot. He had suffered so many indignities, and he had suffered with Tammy through hers, that he was close to the breaking point. He looked at that gorgeous blonde as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and he could feel his anger and his lust mixing together, until the two emotions blended and became inseparable.
The woman told Jonah to stand beneath two chains and cuffs that were dangling from the ceiling attached to a pulley. She lowered the cuffs and forced the man to put his hands in them before locking them shut. She then cranked the pulley again so that his arms lifted over his head. He cranked the pulley until his elbows were locked in the straight position and his shoulders felt as if they were going to be torn from the sockets. He had to get up on his toes a little bit to relieve the pressure in his shoulders. He could feel the muscles at the backs of his legs starting to ache and he could tell that his pain was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. Annabelle could no longer ignore her desire or her curiosity. She began to stroke the nigger's back, running her fingertips lightly over his thick slabs of muscle. She walked around to the other side of his and touched his chest. She fingered his nipples. She reached behind him and rubbed the palm of her hand over his buttocks. Did she dare touch his privates? Yes she did! She reached under his balls and took them in her palm. She squeezed his lemons and she could see that his cock was beginning to get hard.
She pulled her hand away immediately.
"How dare you allow yourself to get horny when I touch you. You could be shot for having those sort of thoughts about me, nigger boy!" Annabelle said.
But his cock continued to grow and there was a new expression on Jonah's face – an expression of defiance. With his anger came a new strength – an almost super-human strength. He could feel it building up inside him – ready to bust loose at any second.
The woman went to the whip display. She looked at the lashes and she could see that they were all too big for her to possibly handle. Then the beautiful blonde saw the perfect thing.
A riding crop.
A horse whip.
She had used such whips while riding and she took the crop down off the wall and ran it over the palms of her hands. She wondered how long Bernard had owned this little beauty.
It was made of East Asian bamboo and the finest black leather. She moved to Jonah's rear and quickly brought that horse whip down as hard as she could across both of his ass cheeks at the same time. He grunted with pain and she could see his entire body jerk with the pain as many of his thick muscles suddenly tensed up on him involuntarily.
She hit him again and again with the whip and she was pleased with herself. She began to laugh and once she started laughing she could not stop. She laughed until there were tears in her eyes. She gave her arm a rest. She didn't want to wear herself out before she had a chance to show off her whipping form to her shocked husband. She walked around to the front of Jonah once again and took his huge cock in her hand. She could feel a steady pulse in her poontang and she could tell that she was lubricating herself in between her legs.
She squeezed his dick until it started to grow. She had a cruel thought. She brought the riding crop down right across the top of his stiffening cock shaft as hard as she could. Tears welled in Jonah's eyes because of the pain this blow spawned. His anger became intense, and the expression on his face implied that steam would soon be pouring from his ears.
The black man concentrated all of his energy on the chains and cuffs of steel that held his arms stringently over his head. He pulled down with his arms, even though that made those cuffs dig deeply into his wrist flesh. Annabelle could tell he was trying to free himself but she just laughed at him and struck his cock with the riding crop again. Then her face when pale.
The chains snapped over the man's head. He had broken the chains with his raw strength. His arms lowered to his side. He was free. His stinging cock once again began to grow. It was growing quickly now and he knew he would soon have a full-fledged boner.
"That's too much, ma'am. Now I'm afraid I'm gonna have to give it to you and give it to you good," Jonah said. He grabbed the white woman by the arm, digging his fingertips into her flesh hard enough to pucker and bruise it.
He pushed one hand over her mouth so she could not scream and he told her that he would strangle her to death if she made a peep. Bernard was due any minute – and Annabelle, in spite of the ache in her cunt – prayed that Bernard would show up and save her before she suffered a fate worse than death!
With Jonah's free hand he ripped the woman's pretty dress right off of her body. He grabbed the riding crop from her hand and whipped her ass twice. He wheeled her around and whipped her right breast. He then tossed the horse whip aside carelessly – without even bothering to turn his head and see where it went. He could hear it, however, scuttling across the floor toward the far corner of the torture chamber.
He ripped off her panties and then tripped her with a big foot so that she fell onto the bare wood floor very hard. He was on top of her like a cat and she could feel the entire length of his prick pinned between their lower bellies. She could feel the base of his cock pulsating against the center of her golden pubic patch. She could feel the tip of his dick throbbing in between her concave bellybutton and her tits. She knew that her pussy was going to have to stretch a lot more than it did when Bernard fucked her. She was panicky. Her eyes were wild.
Inside.
She tried to struggle but he bounced the back of her head against the wooden floor until she was groggy and still. He then lifted from her so he could use his hand to guide the tip of his ebony pole toward that pink and blonde cunt.
He pushed the head of his cock against her cunt and she opened up for him a hell of a lot easier than he had counted on. She was downright soupy down there – and Jonah hadn't anticipated that at all. He felt himself stretching her open, pushing and pushing until the entire length of his cock was inside her. He then began to fuck.
There was nothing subtle about the way Jonah fucked.
He did not start out slow and slowly increase the tempo.
He fucked the wife of his master as hard and fast as he could right from the very first stroke and the woman could tell that he was making her bleed inside her cunt.
She let out a cry of pain.
Then a cry of revulsion.
Then a cry of surprise.
Then a moan of pleasure.
She began to move with the fuck and he could feel the tension going out of her. She was getting into it. His cock was slippery and moving in and out of the white woman's stingy cunt with greater ease than he would have thought possible. He began to ride her high so that his cock would work her clitoral foreskin up and down across her love button. Yes, he made her come with that huge cock of his and she was screaming with pleasure when the basement door opened. Jones, thinking he was doing what the woman wanted him to do, let the master downstairs. He was furious when he saw what Jonah was doing to his wife. He pulled his gun out of his holster and pointed it at Jonah's head. The black man stopped fucking. The sight of that gun killed his hard on immediately. Jonah pulled out of the woman.
Annabelle wasn't about to admit that she had been enjoying herself. She began to scream at her husband hysterically.
"He raped me!Bernard! He hurt me so bad! He came in the house and he dragged me down here and he tore my clothes right off my body and he threw me down and he jumped on top of me and then he made me do it with him! Oh Bernard! He hurt me so very badly! Ifear i will never be the same again for as long as I live!"
"That true, Jonah?" Bernard asked.
"No, sir."
"You calling my wife a liar?"
"Yes, Master."
"Boy, you know what a gelding is?"
"Yes, Master."
"Boy, that's what you gonna be in a minute. Now I see you busted some chains. How did he bust the chains?"