"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.