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.