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SM stories, master's revenge
The southern plantation owner, whose skin was as white as milk, sat in his over-stuffed easy chair in the corner of the large, plush livingroom inside his mansion.
His name was Bernard Cornfield and he was one of the richest -- and meanest -- men in the whole south. He turned lazily and found himself looking at his Negro butler, Jones.
Jones had his faded palm beneath a tray upon which was Bernard Cornfield's afternoon mint julep. A sprig of mint stuck up greenly from the top of the long, thin glass.
The glass was three-quarters filled with crushed ice -- just the way Bernard liked it. He thanked Jones kindly and the butler turned to leave.
"Ain't there one of them nigger girls I bought last week left to be whipped?"
"Yes, Master. The one named Tammy Taylor. She is the youngest and the smallest."
"Ah, yes. I was saving her for last purposefully," Bernard said with a sigh.
"You want me to fetch her for you, Master?" Jones asked, his thick lips parted.
"That would be good, Jones, but in ten minutes, after my drink," Bernard said.
"You want me to bring her straight here to you?" Jones asked politely.
"No, Jones. Bring her down to the torture room, to save time," Bernard said.
"Yes, Master," Jones said. The Negro turned and left the livingroom. Bernard sipped his drink and felt the ache growing in his balls.
If his wife -- Annabelle -- ever found out that he was messing with the nigger poontang there would be hell to pay. Only the slaves knew -- and they were under strict orders never to mention Bernard's sexual activities to the lady of the house.
Annabelle -- luckily for Bernard -- was always off riding her horses or shopping in the nearest Georgia town, which happened to be called Stocking Post.
Bernard finished his drink, looking out the window at his massive plantation. The Georgia red clay had been worked and fertilized by the slaves until it yielded crops that would have been unheard of twenty-five years before. It was the nineteenth century, and agriculture was vastly improving. Each year Bernard managed to make a little more money than the year before. That meant he could buy more slaves -- and not just the black bucks who put their sweat into the farm, but the succulent nigger cunts as well, which Bernard loved to torture and fuck just about more than anything else in the world.
Bernard had a boner inside his pants by the time he finished his drink. He set the glass down and meandered toward the front room where the door that led down to the basement was.
He quickly went down the rickety stairs into his private torture chamber. He never had to worry about Annabelle discovering his torture chamber. His wife would not have been caught dead in the basement of the mansion. It was dark down there and she might get her dress dirty.
Bernard lit the lamps along the walls as he went down. He was surprised that he arrived in the basement before Jones with the little nigger cunt.
When Jones did bring down the girl, Bernard could see right away that the petite pussy was all upset. Her eyes were red and swollen and her face was stained with tears. Little Tammy Taylor knew that she was about to be whipped -- because she had been saved for last -- and she had never been so scared shitless in her entire life.
"This is Tammy," Jones said. "Master Cornfield."
"Pleased to meet you, Master," Tammy said weakly.
"You can go now, Jones," Bernard said sternly.
"Yes, Master," Jones said, and headed back up the stairs.
The little black girl was wearing a burlap dress that was hemmed well above her knees. She was the littlest and the cutest of the new slaves Bernard had recently acquired.
"Tammy, you are a beautiful little girl," Bernard said. He licked and smacked his lips obscenely. Tammy could feel a million butterflies flopping around inside her tummy -- just as if they all wanted to get the hell out of there.
The little slave could feel her heart pounding as it had never pounded before. Her ticker felt like it wanted to beat its way right out of her chest.
The diminutive nigger cunt could feel the icy sweat of her terror oozing from each and every pore in her body. The scent of her funk wafted up toward her hot nostrils -- which were remarkably closed for a girl of her race. Bernard looked at her beautiful face and her golden brown skin and he could tell that -- genetically speaking -- there was a little cream in her coffee somewhere along the line. "She had a little human in her," as Bernard was fond of saying.
"How old are you, Tammy?"
"I don't know, Master."
"I'll bet you ain't even sixteen," Bernard said.
The girl shivered and was silent.
"You ever been whipped before?"
"Where I was before, the slaves was only whipped when they disobeyed. I always obeyed."
"Things are different here. There been too many revolts in this county, niggers getting shot on account of they got uppity and tried to make a run for it. I like my niggers to know who's the boss right from the start. Everyone gets a whipping. You are so beautiful I may want to whip you once a week. We'll have to see. Your skin is so beautiful. It will be even more beautiful after it has been marked by my whip."
Tammy could see in the indirect illumination in that torture chamber, that there were many whips on display on the far wall. The walls were made of stone.
There were no windows.
She could see that the center of the room dominated by a large slab table. There ware chains and cuffs at the four corners of the table. She knew those were there so that little girls -- such as herself -- could be bound in a spread-eagled fashion.
Tammy could see that there were human skulls dangling from the ceiling of that dark and creepy ceiling.
She could tell they were real.
There was other torture equipment on a long table that ran the entire length of the wall furthest from the entrance -- equipment that the little nigger cunt could not immediately identify.
"You ever been with a man?"
"Pardon me, Master?"
"You ever been fucked?"
"I suppose your last master popped your cherry."
"No, Master. I got me a man."
"His name be Jonah."
"Oh, yes. He's been fucking you? Good. I hope he knocks you up and you make babies like a bunny. I could use a little return on some of my cunt investment. Seems like I should get more out of the deal than a sore cock."
"Yes, Master," Tammy said -- even though she was not entirely sure what he was talking about.
"I remember Jonah. The big buck I bought at the same time I got you. The one with the good teeth. I like good teeth in the mouth of my slaves. It looks good when I have company over."
"That's something I should tell you know, because you are going to have to know sooner or later. I throw a lot of parties and there are a lot of male guests. You will be doing domestic chores during these parties, serving food and drinks. But that's not all. Remember, when I have company, you must obey all of the guests just as you would obey me."
"If one of them, or three of them for that matter, men I mean, want to take you down here and whip you and fuck you, then that is their right. If you disobey I'll just have to cut off old Jonah's gonads -- and then he won't be no good to your cunt no more."
"Please don't do that, Master."
"Then you understand the rules?"
"Good, now get out of that rag dress so's I can see what you got," Bernard said. He could feel the hot blood of his masculine arousal pumping into both the head and the shaft of his cock.
Bernard Cornfield could tell that his cock was getting a little bit longer, a little bit thicker, and a little bit harder with each beat of his hard.
The white master could feel the ache in his balls getting worse rapidly too. His testicles felt as if they had swollen to twice their normal size by that time.
His dick felt like it was going to come bursting right out of the crotch of his increasingly tight trousers.
He could feel his thick jism swimming around his swollen glands of manhood inside his scrotal sack impatiently.
The little girl lifted her dress up over her head. Her head got caught inside for a moment but then tugged free. She was barefoot and naked beneath her burlap dress. She stood before her brand new master every bit as naked as the day she was born.
"Precious. Very precious," Bernard Cornfield said. He liked his nigger poontang on the diminutive side -- and Tammy sure did fit the bill. She looked even younger than she was -- and that was just fine with the white man. His motto had always been the younger the better when it came to nigger poontang.
He could see that Tammy Taylor stood only an inch or two over five feet tall -- and there was no way she weighed more than ninety-five or a hundred pounds.
She had her kinky hair braided and held in place with many little pink bows. Her face was round and very cute. She had features that looked as if they should have been painted on the face of a Negro doll.
Her skin was very smooth. She had a perfect complexion. It was clear to anyone who looked at Tammy that she had never suffered from a facial blemish.
Her eyebrows and her eyelashes were just as black as the hair on her head. In spite of the fact that she had never plucked them, her eyebrows grew slenderly, and femininely angular.
Her eyelashes were very long and curled upward at their tips. They were longer than the lashes of any of the white women Bernard knew -- and the white women wore mascara to lengthen and thicken their lashes. The slaves, the female slaves, were not allowed such vanities -- of course.
Her eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at Tammy Taylor's high cheekbones each and every time she blinked. Her nose was remarkably slender -- almost pointy at the tip -- but she had the thick sensuous lips of her race.
In spite of her diminutive stature -- Tammy had extraordinarily large breasts. Her tits were not only big, but they were perfectly shaped. The man could feel his mouth watering when he got his first look at her tits. He had seen them at the auction when he bought her -- but he had forgotten just how delicious they were.
Her tits were firm and full with youth.
Her breasts were both pert and perky.
They rested very high on Tammy's chest.
Her nipples pointed slightly upward.
Tammy's tits were rounded at their bottom and sloped at their tops. They curved back toward her armpits, making her waist look almost painfully thin. She did have a slender waist. Indeed, it only measured twenty-two inches.
Her nipples were the color of chocolate. Her pupils were actually dark brown -- but they looked just as ebony as her hair in the limited illumination in Bernard Cornfield's creepy torture chamber.
Her hips were rounded both at the sides and the rear. Her ass cheeks were every bit as smooth as when she was a baby. Her thighs were smooth also and tapered gracefully and perfectly from her round hips to her unscarred knees. Her legs were not long but they were shaped the way a woman's legs are supposed to be shaped. Her calves were rounded but not overly muscles. Her ankles were trim and her feet were dainty. The master could not help but notice that the little girl's toes were chubby and cute. Her toes, which were wiggling against the bare wood floor, were all very close to the same length, including her two big toes.
He could see that the diminutive slave had very little pubic hair. Most of the nigger wenches had shaggy kinky hair all over their mounds, along the sides of their pussies, in between the cheeks of their ass, and even sometimes sprawling out unattractively onto the insides of their thighs.
But Tammy had none of this.
She simply had two curls of black hair which grew above and to the sides of her clitoral foreskin, at the very face of her sloping mound.
Less than a third of the little girl's mound was covered with hair -- and the hair that did exist, Bernard Cornfield could tell -- was downy soft.
Judging from the little girl's mound, the white master correctly assumed that she was completely bald along the outermost edges of her vulva. He correctly assumed that she was equally hairless in the cleavage between her delicious round and brown ass cheeks.
"Now I want you to get upon that table and stretch out," he said.
It was clear from the tone in the man's deep baritone voice that he was not then -- nor would he ever be -- in the mood to take no for an answer.
He was not making a request.
He was giving a command.
"On my belly or my back, Master?" Tammy inquired.
"On your belly. First the whip," he said with a laugh.
"Please have mercy on me, Master."
"You are a little fool. Mercy! Ha! I don't even know the meaning of the word," the man said. He laughed an intrinsically sadistic laugh, throwing back his head.
Tammy trembled worse than before.
She could feel the muscles in her shapely gam's getting weaker by the second. The muscles in her legs felt as if they had been turned to gelatin.
Her knees were shaking.
Tammy Taylor was not at all sure how much longer her legs were going to be able to support the weight of her body -- all ninety-seven pounds of her. Such was the toll her terror was taking on her diminutive black body. She was wet and slick with sweat. The man could smell her funk. There were many white men who didn't mess around with the nigger poontang on account of they found the scent too strong. Bernard was just the opposite.
There were few things in the world the white master liked better than the smell of nigger cunt. He loved the way it burned his nostrils and his sinuses a little. The scent of a slave pussy always intoxicated him. He liked his cunts dark, with lots of gravy!!!
The little girl managed to get over to the wooden slab torture table before her shapely legs gave out on her.
She stretched herself out on her belly -- just as she had been instructed. The man wasted no time getting the torture session started. He was still chuckling a little to himself when he grabbed her slender left wrist with his huge right paw.
Bernard Cornfield pulled the little girl's arm up over her head toward the steel cuff at that corner of the table. She rested her right cheekbone against the hard wood. She could feel her tits being pressed flat against the torture table. Her nipples were erect and hard and throbbing with her fear.
He pulled the little girl's arm so hard that there was a frightening moment or two when Tammy thought he was going to break that wing.
She feared he would break it either at the wrist or the elbow. Indeed, he pulled until her was locked in the straight position.
Tammy's eyes were very expressive. They twinkled with merriment when she was with Jonah -- yet they could look dull and somber when she was with a white man.
Here eyes welled with tears and then overflowed. Her salty rivulets of despair and terror ran down the sides of her face and dripped onto the table.
Some of the little tears made it all the way to the corners of her trembling lips -- and then onto her slightly thickened tongue.
Her tears tasted terrible.
It was as if that saltwater had been tainted and made poisonous by the acute fear the girl was experiencing.
She knew that her master's whip was going to hurt worse than anything she had ever known before.
She knew that her master's whip was going to hurt more than anything she could possibly have imagined.
The man clamped the steel cuff around the little girl's wrist, tighter than it was supposed to be. She winced and let out a squeak of pain.
Tammy learned at the last second that the insides of those cuffs were sharply toothed, so that they bit into her wrist flesh causing great agony.
She could tell that the cuff was leaving an ugly ring around her wrist -- a ring that would remain long after the cuff had been removed.
The sharp teeth on the insides of that cuff were breaking the skin in a couples of laces -- making the nigger cunt bleed a little bit.
Bernard liked drawing blood.
He liked the smell of blood.
He liked the taste of blood!
The cuff was so tight around the little girl's wrist that it completely cutoff the circulation of blood to her entire left hand. Her fingertips bulged and changed color, becoming a much darker shade of brown.
Her fingertips were filled temporarily with pins and needles. She could tell that it couldn't be long before the tips of the digits on that hand were completely numb, the feeling sucked away by her master's bondage.
Tammy tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles -- and she found to her horror that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
Tammy knew that her fingers would soon be rendered immobile by the steel restraints Bernard Cornfield was administering at that moment.
Seconds after the man clamped the first cuff in place her circled all the way around the table -- moving with amazing brace and coordination for a man his size.
He moved like a cat.
He was a wild jungle beast.
He moved about the torture table as if he were encircling his helpless prey. His cock was thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of his masculine arousal, making a huge bulge in the crotch of his tight trousers.
He repeated the process with the other arm and soon Tammy could not feel anything more in her right hand then she could in her left. She could not wiggle the fingers on either hand any longer. He then moved to the foot of the wooden torture table.
Bernard Cornfield grabbed both of the little girl's trim ankles at the same time, one in either hand.
He imagined himself making a wish over a wishbone -- and then pulled her legs apart with a single outward sweep of both of his strong arms.
He opened her up.
Tammy could feel her thighs parting to a perfect ninety-degree angle -- and then further. He separated her legs to an obtuse angle. Her feet were pointing toward the corners of the wooden slab at the foot, where the other two steel cuffs were waiting. The balls and sole of her feet -- like Tammy's calloused palms -- were much lighter than the rest of her body. Friction wore the color right off, Bernard figured.
The little girl could feel the lips of her teenaged pussy and the cheeks of her baby soft ass parting along with her shapely legs. He clamped the cuffs on her ankles -- again drawing blood on spots.
Her toes became numb.
She was bound stringently.
Both her elbows and her knees were locked in the straight position. She had been chained to the torture table so that she could not move a muscle.
Tammy found that the only part of her body that could move was her head. If she strained she could lift her head from the table a few inches. She could even turn her face from side to side a little bit. But the little girl quickly discovered that this took so much energy that it was not worth it.
The man then crossed the large torture chamber to the wall where his many whips were displayed. He had whips of four and five lashes. The leather lashes also had varying knots tied in them. Some of the lashes had been soaked in a special brine solution so that they would mark the skin upon impact.
Tammy knew her ass cheeks would never look the same. From that point on -- for the rest of her useless life -- her ass would bear the marks of Bernard Cornfield's whip. She tried to preserve her dignity. She said a silent prayer.
She did not want to grovel. She did not want to shame herself by crying out with the pain. She prepared to bite her fleshy bottom lip in an attempt to stifle her inevitable exclamations of agony.
The man chose his most vicious whip.
It had a leather handle molded to fit Bernard's hand.
The whip was of the five-lash variety and soaked in brine. He knew that this whip -- when used properly -- caused more pain than any of his others.
He wasted no time.
Once he had the whip in his palm he moved to the side of the torture table. He could see the girl's muscles jerking with her dread. He gripped the handle of the whip so hard that each and every one of his knuckles turned even whiter than they were already. He was right-handed.
Bernard raised his right arm high over his head at that point.
He then brought the whip down as hard as he could and jerked upward with his strong wrist at the last second to crack the lashes.
Tammy heard the loud sound of the whip on her flesh a fraction of a second before she felt the pain. The time lag was the same she had noticed after stubbing her toe. It took a long second for the pain to make its way through her terrified nervous-system to her already reeling brain.
The sound of the whip alone was enough to make the girl wince. The whip sounded like a shotgun blast as it cracked off both of her ass cheeks at the same time.
Then she did feel the pain.
It didn't take long for Tammy Taylor to realize that all efforts on her part to stifle her cries of agony were to be in total vain.
Her efforts were futile.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" the nigger cunt screamed.
She could feel each and every nerve-ending in her body being affected by her pain -- a pain that was, indeed, more intense than any discomfort the diminutive slave had previously known.
She jerked violently once again. The pain from the first blow had only just begun to fade when it was renewed to its agonizing fullest.
She screamed again -- but this time the exclamation was not as loud, nor as long. She was already becoming exhausted. She involuntarily tried to twist her arms and legs to get her ankles and wrists free -- even though she knew in her conscious mind that there was no way she could wriggle herself free in a million years. She found that her struggling only made the teeth on the insides of all four cuffs bite into her flesh that much deeper.
Her eyes were so swollen from her weeping by this time that she found she was having an ever-increasing amount of difficulty blinking.
The insides of her eyelids suddenly felt as if they were made of a particular rough kind of emery board. She felt all cried out, she sobbed but no tears came.
This time the man sensed that the nerve-endings in her ass were becoming numb, so he whipped the back of her left thigh instead, so that the horrible pain would be as fresh as ever. She felt close to passing out.
The entire room was spinning. She prayed that she could lose consciousness and find the blessed peace of sleep. She could not feel pain in her mind unless it was awake. She stayed awake through the entire whipping however. She was merely moaning, and gurgling in her throat, at the end. She was completely exhausted. She felt as if she would not be able to get off the table, even if the cuffs were removed. Every muscle in her body was aching.
"Was it bad, honey?" Jonah asked Tammy as she staggered into their shack. She almost collapsed and he caught her in his strong, strong black arms.
"I tried to be brave," she said. She began to cry big tears once again, her face pressed against the side of Jonah's thick, sinewy neck.
"I know you did, honey. I know you did," he said. He accidentally touched a spot where the whip had found its mark and she jerked away from him.
"I'm gonna have to wash you, Tammy. It's gonna hurt, but you'll feel better after. Now, can you put your arms over your head. Good girl. Let's get this dress off you," Jonah said.
The dress, which had bloodstains on it, was removed. Jonah felt a little sick to his stomach when he saw what had happened to his woman.
She was striped with welts. He had her stretch on the bed on her belly and heated water over a fire. He washed her with soap and water and she whimpered bravely throughout the procedure, biting her forearm.
When he was done he patted her dry and sat down on the bed to caress her precious little face. They didn't need to say anything. They only had to look at one another.
They loved each other very much.
"Baby, you are so good to me," Tammy said. "I want to show you how much I love you."
"You might be a little sore for fucking, Tammy," Jonah said. "I can skip a day. I be old enough to control my manly urges."
"I know, but you shouldn't have to. I be your woman now, Jonah -- and I aim to keep you satisfied!!!"
"I must be the luckiest man on the face of the earth," he said.
"Huh! Look at you! A slave, the luckiest man in the world," she said.
"Because I got you, baby," he said. He kissed her mouth gently. Her lips were dry, but they responded to him. Her lips seem to moisten with his mouth's caress. Her mouth became a living thing, with a mind of its own.
"I want to suck you off, Jonah," she said in a whisper.
"You don't have to. I tell you I can w..." Jonah started to say. Tammy stopped him by placing a gentle forefinger across his lips. She got up slowly and knelt before him.
"I don't feel like a woman, Jonah, unless I pleasure my man -- and I need to feel like a woman real bad right now," Tammy said, her voice cracking.
"Go ahead baby. You an angel!" Jonah said. He was already naked from the waist up, his coal black skin slick and shiny from the sweat of the summer heat. The humidity was near saturation. Everything was sticky and everything dripped. Including the diminutive black girl's pussy.
Tammy reached up with trembling fingers and undid the rope belt that held Jonah's loose cloth trousers up. He could feel himself getting a mighty black boner!
Jonah was a lot larger that Tammy -- and those around them often wondered how she handled such a large man. Jonah was well over six feet.
He weighed more than twice what she did. He was a horse. A black stallion stud. He had a handsome face and the body of an Adonis. He had been created by God to let the rest of the world know what physical perfection was. Bernard Cornfield had paid a pretty penny for Jonah. Needless to say, Jonah was the Cornfield Estate's most productive worker six days a week.
Jonah's shoulders were extraordinarily broad and his entire upper torso had great girth. He had thick slabs of muscle across his shoulders, leading up the back of his neck, across his chest and between his amazingly broad shoulder blades.
In spite of the massive girth of Jonah's upper torso, he had a slender waist and trim hips. There was a great ratio between the measurements of his chest and waist.
There, were times when Tammy could not look at her man -- especially when he was buck naked -- without thinking that he was built especially by God for fucking.
For fucking her.
He had very thick thighs. They agreed that one of his thighs was the same size, or a little bigger, than Tammy's waist. He had very long legs.
His hands and his feet were extraordinarily large -- as was another all-important part of his masculine anatomy. Tammy pulled down his trousers and his stiff cock popped out.
She smiled with glee as she looked at that ebony monster bobbing up and down in front of her large eyes. The tip of his cock came very close to touching the tip of her nose.
Jonah's cock was a good nine and three-quarters inches long -- but it had never been the length of Jonah's cock that impressed Tammy so much.
It was the thickness of that pole that really shook her up. She could see that his cock was as thick as her wrist -- maybe a little thicker.
She could see that Jonah's black prick was thickest at the head. His cock looked like a baby's arm -- a baby's arm holding an apple in its tiny fist.
The head of Jonah's cock pushed well out from under its foreskin when his tool of manhood was thoroughly engorged with the blood of his horniness.
She thought that the head of her man's tool was shaped like a grossly overgrown acorn -- the kind from which mighty oak trees grow!!!
She knew that she would have to open her mouth as far as she possibly could to suck him. Obviously, she had been through this routine before.
She could see that the skin covering the head of Jonah's dick was stretched smooth and almost frightening thin. The glans looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside.
That skin was very smooth -- the smoothest thing Tammy had ever touched. The shaft of his cock was only slightly skinnier than the head. But it was just as hard -- as hard as granite.
The tip of his cock was snapping upward toward his flat belly as Jonah stepped out of his trousers one foot at a time. His cock was bobbing up and down as if it were attached to his loins via a tightly sprung hinge.
As the tip of his dick snapped upward Tammy found herself looking at the underside of Jonah's cock, where many veins were protruding from the surface.
Those veins ran up and down the entire length of the man's cock and gave it a craggy look. His dick look gnarled and angry. She felt as if there were part of this man that was part animal -- just like the white men claimed. He could really turn into a beast when his libido was acting up, she knew that much for sure.
She found herself looking at the little hole at the tip of his dick -- the hole where his piss and come came out. The mouth that had little lips on either side of it. That mouth was opening and closing rhythmically from the spasms Jonah was experiencing down there ax that moment.
The mouth looked as if it were trying in vain to sing.
"Oh, baby, you know how you make me feel," he said.
"I know I make you awfully big. I hope you fit in my mouth."
"I will -- if you want me to enough," he replied quickly.
"Oh, I do. I do," she said. She lowered her eyes to his nuts.
Jonah's balls -- like his cock, were the largest she had ever seen. They were the size of horse balls. His sack was so large that there was no way the little girl could hold the entire thing in the palm of her cupped hand at one time -- no matter, how far apart she stretched her dainty fingers.
By the same token, the little girl could not get her fingers all the way around the shaft of his cock when she tried to make a fist about the girth of his manhood.
She could see that the man's scrotal sack was filled to the brim with his hot sticky silver seed. His scrotum looked filled to the brim with his juices. The little girl could feel Bernard Cornfield's come dribbling from her bruised cunt. He had fucked her when she was dry and the inside of her pussy was going to feel pretty ravaged for a while. Jonah had not been referring to the welts on her rear when he said she was probably too sore to fuck.
His scrotum was so full of come that Tammy would have thought it had been a month since he last shot his wad -- if she didn't know better for a fact.
His balls were very swollen and they rested heavy at the base of the wrinkled bag. He had kinky little black hairs growing all around the base of his cock, but the rest of his body was hairless, except for his head and his beard. He had no hair at all on his chest or belly, and his legs and balls were devoid of hair. With his body slick from perspiration as if was just then, he looked like a statue made of black marble.
His cock was going to get in Tammy's way during the initial stages of her oral pleasuring, so she moved it.
The little girl placed her fingers on the underside of the man's cock shaft and pushed the tip upward.
Tammy didn't stop pushing until his bulbous glans was pinned against his rock hard belly. His stomach was criss-crossed with muscles.
She loved the way the craggy underside of his cock felt against the sensitized tips of her digits.
The little girl then lowered her head low and began to kiss at the insides of his super-thick thighs. She started down by his knees and worked her way slowly upward toward his aroused genitalia.
The little girl parted her fleshy lips and allowed her pink tongue to flick out of her mouth. She licked at his tight black skin on his thighs.
The little girl used her smallish teeth to nip with little love bites at spots that looked particularly sensitive. She got very close to his balls. She tilted her hot precious kisser upwards. Her tingling lips were less than an inch from his swollen nuts. He could feel her hot moist breath on his balls. She parted her lips further. She drew back a bit and stuck out her tongue as far as she could possibly get. She concentrated on making her tongue pointy at the tip.
She began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly. The man let out a deep moan of pleasure -- an, exclamation of joy that seemed to bubble up all the way from his belly.
Jonah stood on the earth floor of the shack they shared with his huge feet a little more than shoulder width apart -- and that was saying something considering how broad his shoulders were.
He stood with his strong chin tilted upward proudly. His face showed masculine sternness and affection at the same time. He stood with his shoulders back.
His chest was puffed out.
His stomach was sucked in.
His knees were slightly bent.
His back was slightly arched.
She started out licking his balls rather tentatively -- but the laving of her pink tongue quickly gained eagerness and enthusiasm. She got a taste for it and she couldn't stop.
Tammy began to lick her man's swollen testicles with the flat part of her tongue. She lifted and lowered his balls with her tongue gently.
Tammy was always very gentle when she dealt with her man's nuts. She knew how easily and severely they could be harmed if she treated them too roughly.
She licked at his scrotal sack until the entire thing was soaking wet from the saliva that dribbled from her tongue. Tammy found that her salivary gland was working overtime as she went down on Jonah.
Her mouth was watering.
Tammy found that she had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep from drooling fluid onto her tiny chin. She pulled her tongue away from his scrotum and puckered her lips so she could kiss his left nut noisily.
She blew cool air onto his hot balls and this made him shiver violently -- as if he were trying to shudder himself right out of his ebony skin.
The man could feel his entire body becoming covered with a thick layer of bumpy gooseflesh. The goose pimples seemed to be clustered most densely beneath his arms.
"The head of my cock feels ready to explode."
"You gotta way of making it sound so painful."
"Baby, you know that feels good."
"You like the action?"
"I love the action, Tammy."
"You want me to suck your balls."
"Yeah, sounds good," Jonah said.
The huge black man was having increasing difficulty keeping his lower torso still. He found that his hips were gyrating. He was moving his tight little ass in slow circles.
Jonah found that his muscles were tensing up on him involuntarily -- especially the muscles in his buttocks.
Tammy knew that she had to make her mouth cottony soft when she sucked her man's nuts. She curled her lips over her teeth so that she would not risk inadvertently hurting him. The last thing the little girl wanted to do was cause her man the slightest bit of discomfort.
She wrapped her lips around his left testicle and she began to suck. She didn't suck as hard as she could -- but, rather, with a controlled vacuum inside, her hot wet oral cavity.
She hollowed her cheeks only slightly. She sucked with just the right pressure.
Jonah began to moan and groan loudly. He could feel the temperature of his semen rising within him. His jism felt as if it were rapidly approaching the boiling point.
She began to flick with her tongue again. She sucked and licked at his nut for a long time before pulling away and repeating the process with the gland's twin.
She straightened her back. Jonah was now standing with his backbone arched even more than before -- so that his loins, and therefore his genitalia, were out in front of the rest of his body.
She turned her light left palm upward with the fingers slightly curled. She placed her fingertips at the base of his huge scrotal sack.
Tammy wiggled the tips of her digits. She fondled her man's nuts in this fashion. He was moving the lower half of his fantastic torso with a greater fervor than before.
Jonah could feel his respiratory system becoming affected by his sexual arousal. His breaths were getting steadily faster and closer together. Each breath seemed to be a little shorter than the one before it. He realized that he was panting like an animal. At that moment the man wanted to be an animal. He knew that his panting was going to get worse before it got better. He could feel his heart pounding. The little girl placed her palm under the man's scrotum and opened her fingers as far apart as she could possibly get them. She tried again and again in vain to clutch his entire scrotal sack at once. Some of the bag fell over the sides of her hand no matter how much she stretched her little palm. She held as much of the sack at once as she could and she began to squeeze at it. She squeezed in sync with her man's heartbeat -- and in this manner she simulated the natural throbbing he felt in his nuts at that sexy moment.
She forgot about the pain in her rear for a moment -- and she forgot about the ravaged tissues inside her cunt that were troubling her earlier.
Tammy had successfully thrust all of her personal discomfort into the back of her head -- and she was concentrating her attentions exclusively on the pleasure she was giving handsome Jonah.
She knew it was time to pleasure his humongous cock with that wet pink tongue of hers. She parted her lips and stuck that taster out. She placed the pointy tip of her tongue at the base of the man's cock, on the underside -- right where his dick and his balls came together.
At that moment Jonah could feel a tickle of sexual anxiety forming right at that spot. He knew that tickle could do nothing but increase in intensity as long as his little girl was going down on his rod.
He knew that the tickle would grow until it was no longer a tickle at all -- but rather a comet-like ball of liquid sexual anxiety.
He knew that the sensation at the base of his cock would mount until his horniness reached the point of no return. Until his arousal reached the saturation point. Until his orgasm reached the point of inevitability.
She found herself looking at the underside of his cock shaft, looking past her nose, crossing her dark brown eyes a little bit. Jonah couldn't help but notice that little Tammy's eyes still looked on the red and puffy side from all of the weeping she had been doing. She looked at the craggy veins on his cock's stem. She was still pinning the tip of his prick to a spot well above his concave bellybutton with the fingertips on her right hand. She thought those veins on the underside of his dick looked like lines on a map, like rivers. She had only seen a map once but she remembered it. The driver had showed it to her while she was being delivered to the Cornfield Estate. She decided to allow the longest thickest vein, the vein that coursed almost the entire length of his cock -- determine her tongue's route. She began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly with the pointy tip of her pink wet tongue. She moved a fraction of an inch at a time toward the head of his dick. She paused at a spot just below the head where Tammy knew from experience her man was particularly hypersensitive. She allowed her flicking tongue tip to linger at that spot and his moans and groans of pleasure immediately got a great deal louder and a little higher in pitch. More of his muscles were stiffening. His back teeth were clenched together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face were beginning to protrude. His jaw ached a bit -- but he didn't let that bother him. The slight discomfort in his lower face was next to nothing compared to the pleasure he was feeling down below. He had his eyes closed tightly. His thick lips were stretching back over her pearly white and perfectly straight teeth -- so much so that his facial expression looked like a contorted cross between a smile and a grimace. He was bucking with his hips, as if he were pretending his cock were already in the little girl's mouth.
She ran her tongue up the split on the underside of the man's glans. This split, Tammy thought, made her man's dick head look like a ripe plum!
She licked all the way to the tip of his cock. She loosened the pressure on the underside of his dick with her fingertips. She allowed his cock head to come away from his belly about an inch, far enough for her to get at the entire crown with her eager tongue. She flicked the tip of her taster back and forth across his opening and closing piss hole and then rolled the sides of her tongue all around the glans, not stopping until the head of his ebony pole was covered with a layer of her saliva. She still thought that skin was marvelously smooth as she caressed it with her erect and sexually aroused taste buds.
She licked up and down the shaft of his cock with the flat part of her tongue -- lapping as a mare might lap at a stall-side cake of salt.
She then removed her fingers from the underside of his dick's stalk while squeezing his nuts a little harder than before.
She squeezed his balls firmly but still nowhere near hard enough to risk hurting her handsome lover.
She tried to make a fist all the way around the shaft of his prick, but her fingertips ended up a good half inch away from the heel of her palm. She squeezed his dick shaft.
She lowered the man's cock head to her mouth and stared at the wet tip. She could see something oozing from his urethra. Jonah was priming the pump.
She concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her face. She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils.
This would soon be a necessity.
Soon her mouth would be full.
Tammy made little snorting noise as she sucked air deep into her sinuses and then into her lungs. She could smell the scent of his manhood wafting toward her flaring nostrils from his cock and balls.
She dropped her jaw.
Tammy opened her mouth as far as she could so that her jaw threatened to lock in that position.
The skin at the corners of her mouth was stretched taut. She pushed forward with her head and shoulders. She took his cock head in her mouth. Once again she had her lips curled over her white teeth so that she would not risk biting him by accident. She locked her lips around the lower rim of Jonah's bulbous glans.
She began to pump her fist up and down his shaft -- and the muscular black man could feel his horniness mounting in leaps and bounds.
There was nothing subtle about the way Tammy sucked her man's cock. She sucked as hard as she possibly could.
She created an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity. She hollowed her smooth cheeks deeply as she sucked.
The man could feel all of his muscles tensing. He tossed his head back so that his face was turned toward the ceiling of the shack they shared. In the distance Tammy could hear the buzzing of a single fly -- but she could hear nothing else. Jonah stopped moaning because he stopped breathing. He filled his chest with fresh air and held it in. He knew that he was not going to be able to breathe during his come anyway. He shivered and the little girl could feel a little extra blood pumping into the head of his cock -- forcing her jaw to open even further than before.
She knew the end was near.
Jonah howled like a beast. She could feel the head of his cock spasming against her gaping lips, her tongue and the insides of her hollowed cheeks.
Tammy could feel the shaft of Jonah's cock convulsing against her palm and the insides of her curled fingers.
Then his piss hole opened. His come spewed out. There was a huge squirt of sticky come into the little girl's mouth at that point and she knew that she was going to have trouble keeping it all inside her mouth.
She puffed out her cheeks.
She began to swallow as hard as she possibly could right away -- but her efforts were futile. There was too much come and her mouth was too little.
She couldn't hold it all inside.
Tammy could feel the semen oozing from the stretched-back corners of her mouth. The jism rolled slowly down onto her chin where it cooled and coagulated.
Some of his come even plopped onto the inside of Tammy's black left wrist. She was still clutching his balls. She managed to get most of his come down her throat.
The come was hot and she had to wait for it to cool for a second or two before she could taste it properly.
But the wait was worth it.
She was not disappointed.
She loved the flavor of the man's come better than any other flavor she had ever experienced on her tongue.
She knew that the come was good for her to drink -- because she could feel herself getting healthier as she swallowed it.
Tammy loved the texture of the man's come just as much as the flavor. It was like raw egg whites.
She liked the way Jonah's jism felt as it slithered the entire length of her gullet down to her belly.
Tammy could feel a warm spot of contentment form at the pit of her tummy where the come clustered.
His come reminded her of the salted fish she was forced to eat. Only it wasn't as salty and the taste was much milder.
She was determined to keep sucking her man until his obviously intense orgasm was complete.
Jonah began to scream.
"TAMMY! TAMMY! TAMMY! YOU ARE MAKING ME COME! BABY! HONEY! YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO HARD! YOU ARE MAKING ME COME SO FUCKING HARD! YOU ARE SUCKING ALE THE COME OUT OF ME! MY BALES ARE DRYING UP! OH IT HURTS SO GOOD THE WAY YOU DRY UP MY NUTS WITH THAT SUCKING MOUTH OF YOURS! GIVE IT TO ME! DO ME! SUCK IT UP! SWALLOW IT DOWN! MORE! TAKE IT ALL! ARGH! I CANT STOP COMING! I CAN'T STOP COMING! TAMMY! YOU ARE SUCKING THE SOUL RIGHT OUT OF ME!"
She succeeded in sucking him until his come was over. She had no trouble determining when his orgasm was finished. Not only did the jism stop spewing, the cock softened.
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 fracti
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