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! Youare 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! Ican'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.
CHAPTER THREE
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.