Unknown - The master_s revenge

He ran the tip of his prick up and down the entire length of her cunt slash. He did this mostly because it felt very good for both of them.

But he also did it because he wanted to cover his cock head with her plentiful natural lubrication. He knew the initial penetration of her recently healed poontang would be easier if both her hole and his pole were all wet and slippery. He moved the head of his cock inside her inner cunt lips. He adjusted as tensed his ass. He jack-knifed at the waist a little bit. He began to push. The little girl could feel the intensity of the desire inside her cunt so close to the mouth of her womb growing and growing. Her lust was getting out of control and she was already moaning and groaning very loudly by the time the head of his dick pushed inside her.

She could feel a sharp pang of pleasure as his cock head found her cervix. She felt his cock tip on the back wall of her cunt. He still had several inches left to push inside her. She still had to stretch to take him – just like always. Her pussy was a remarkable thing – and had made an impressive comeback very quickly. She could feel herself stretching length-wise and width-wise to take him. The shaft of his cock was so thick that the top of that ebony stalk was going to rub against her clit when he fucked her. When the hump became frenzied, little Tammy knew, her clit was going to be battered back and forth violently.

He kept pushing even when his cock was all the way inside her. Her tits pressed against his chest once again, but this time she didn't mind. She rubbed between his extraordinarily broad shoulder blades with her delicate fingertips. She lifted her feet off the bed. She lifted her legs.

She pointed her toes at the ceiling.

She locked her knees in the straight position.

She made a vee with her shapely gams.

She then turned her toes inward and bent at the knees. Her knees pushed outward – almost in opposite directions, as she crossed her ankles and placed her calloused heels at the small of Jonah's back.

In this manner the little girl clutched her man desperately with all four of her limbs at the same time. They were about to fuck as if it were their very last time.

He gyrated his hips with his massive cock throbbing all the way inside her. He stretched her inner cunt lips and the inner walls of her pussy in every possible direction with that grinding motion. Her ass cheeks rolled up off the bed so that the weight of her feminine lower torso was on the small of her back. Finally the man began to pull back with his hips. With each inch he withdrew Tammy felt a larger void inside her, a void that craved to be filled to the brim with cock meat once again. He pulled out just as slowly as he had originally penetrated – just a fraction of an inch at a time. He didn't stop pulling back with his cock until only the head was still in.

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.