Unknown - The master_s revenge

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.