I guess Desmond was a great driver because not once while he was expertly fucking me with his thick black finger did he swerve or lose control of the pickup truck. I lost track of how many times he made me cum. He would put me over the top with his middle finger buried deep inside my pussy and his thumb rubbing my clit. Then he managed to slip two fingers into me. Remember, I hadn’t had anything in there thicker than my slim vibrator for six months and had become tight like a virgin. When Desmond filled my tight pussy with two of his thick black calloused fingers, I gasped in orgasm again bucking and humping on them for all I was worth.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. Even the lightest of his touches caused sharp electrical pulses to shoot up my spine and my clit to gorge with blood until it felt like it would explode if he didn’t stop. I pushed his hand away reluctantly and he immediately suckled his fingers tasting me like he was a little boy at the candy store and I was the candy.
I was in such a sexual frenzy that I wasted no time flipping around staying low so that Jace wouldn’t see me repositioning. I grabbed the top of Desmond’s loose shorts and pushed them down to free a massive black cock. I guess I had seen a black cock in a porn movie but honestly couldn’t say for sure. At any rate, this was the first time I had seen one in person. He was thick and long and uncut. His foreskin confused me at first because it covered his cock head and all I could see was his pee hole in the wrinkled crown of his foreskin.
I reached out to touch it gingerly and then gripped it around the base or at least as much of it as I could. My hand only went a little over halfway around the girth and his foreskin slid back revealing his bulging shiny black cock head. When the foreskin rolled back huge drops of precum began to ooze from Desmond’s pee hole and the pungency of his desire filled the cab.
Desmond put his big hand on the back of my head and said, “Unu wa haffa hurry Miss Haley. We almos de.” Then he pushed my head toward his waiting rigid cock and I opened my mouth to greedily receive him. I held his cock firmly with my hand and sucked wetly at his cock head using my tongue to rapidly flick at the sensitive triangle just behind the bottom of his cock head. I just kept the hard suction on him and the constant rapid licking and was soon rewarded with a deep growl from his chest and a flood of hot cum into my mouth. That was the only time Desmond’s driving could have been called into question. He swerved a bit as he continued to spew cum and his cock slipped from my mouth causing some of his cum to shoot onto my forehead and into my hair.
Desmond pushed me back into my seat with one arm as he slowed and turned into a small compound with 10 or so small white houses made of cinder blocks with rusted metal roofs. “We finish jus in time. Mr. Jizz he livin ina da turd house de.” It wasn’t until I realized Desmond was pointing at the third house in the line that I realized what he meant by the “turd” house. Although I suppose one might have classified all of them as shit houses.
The compound was carved out of the jungle and you could tell it was a constant battle to keep it at bay. But the air smelled fecundity and ripeness, which made my nipples involuntarily hard like they wanted to let Mother Nature suckle from me. The arrival all happened so fast that I didn’t have time to get myself together before Jace was standing there holding the door open for me grinning and rattling on about his house, the office building in the center of the compound, etc. All I could think was that I had only been here a couple of hours and already let a strange black man finger fuck me and then I sucked him off and drank his cum like a sailor on shore leave drinks beer. I hadn’t even kissed my boyfriend yet. I looked down at my chest above my breasts and saw the telltale pink post-orgasmic flush. Shit, Jace was going to be able to tell that I had been getting off with Desmond in the cab while he bounced around in the back. I spun around to face away from Jace so he wouldn’t notice and to thank Desmond as he deposited my heavy bag on the porch of Jace’s house.
When I turned back Jace said, “Hold still babe. You have some sort of crusty goo in your hair.” He reached up pulled a half-dried glob of Desmond’s cum from my hair and started to puzzle at it. I have to give it to Desmond. He was quick on his feet and said, “Ah Mr. Jizz. Dat de from de banana spittle bug. Sometimes they ge caught in de hair when we drivin' down de road. People de Belize eats dat and say e tase good.”
Jace took him at his word and popped the cum glob in his mouth rolling it around on his tongue trying to savor it. I had to suppress the urge to laugh at the terrible trick Desmond had played on Jace. Finally, Jace said seriously, “I can see why people like it. It tastes kind of salty and meaty.” Desmond winked and smiled at me and said he was sure we would see each other again before getting in the truck and driving away. “I sure hoped we would see each other again,” I thought guiltily. As he drove away he called out the window. “Mr. Jizz, sure like da banana spittle.”
As Desmond drove away, I asked Jace why Desmond was calling him Jizz. Jace shrugged and said, “It’s just their accent. Everyone calls me that.” I wasn’t so sure after Desmond had tricked him into eating his cum, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him that’s what he just ate either.
Once we were inside the house we threw our arms around each other and began kissing passionately. Our tongues were slipping in and out of each other’s mouths and after a bit we paused I nuzzled Jace’s neck and he said, “your mouth takes like the banana spittle bug spittle.” I laughed and told him that was nonsense and it must be the aftertaste from the big glob he ate. God, I felt so guilty at that moment. Guilty of letting another man finger my pussy until I came multiple times. Guilty for greedily sucking the cum from another man’s monstrous black cock. Guilty for allowing that man to humiliate Jace by tricking him into eating his cum, and now guilty for compounding that humiliation by kissing him with another man’s cum on my breath. And even with my guilt, as I stood there with Jace’s hard reedy thin prick pressed against me all I could think of was Desmond’s huge veiny black cock.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. Even the lightest of his touches caused sharp electrical pulses to shoot up my spine and my clit to gorge with blood until it felt like it would explode if he didn’t stop. I pushed his hand away reluctantly and he immediately suckled his fingers tasting me like he was a little boy at the candy store and I was the candy.
I was in such a sexual frenzy that I wasted no time flipping around staying low so that Jace wouldn’t see me repositioning. I grabbed the top of Desmond’s loose shorts and pushed them down to free a massive black cock. I guess I had seen a black cock in a porn movie but honestly couldn’t say for sure. At any rate, this was the first time I had seen one in person. He was thick and long and uncut. His foreskin confused me at first because it covered his cock head and all I could see was his pee hole in the wrinkled crown of his foreskin.
I reached out to touch it gingerly and then gripped it around the base or at least as much of it as I could. My hand only went a little over halfway around the girth and his foreskin slid back revealing his bulging shiny black cock head. When the foreskin rolled back huge drops of precum began to ooze from Desmond’s pee hole and the pungency of his desire filled the cab.
Desmond put his big hand on the back of my head and said, “Unu wa haffa hurry Miss Haley. We almos de.” Then he pushed my head toward his waiting rigid cock and I opened my mouth to greedily receive him. I held his cock firmly with my hand and sucked wetly at his cock head using my tongue to rapidly flick at the sensitive triangle just behind the bottom of his cock head. I just kept the hard suction on him and the constant rapid licking and was soon rewarded with a deep growl from his chest and a flood of hot cum into my mouth. That was the only time Desmond’s driving could have been called into question. He swerved a bit as he continued to spew cum and his cock slipped from my mouth causing some of his cum to shoot onto my forehead and into my hair.
Desmond pushed me back into my seat with one arm as he slowed and turned into a small compound with 10 or so small white houses made of cinder blocks with rusted metal roofs. “We finish jus in time. Mr. Jizz he livin ina da turd house de.” It wasn’t until I realized Desmond was pointing at the third house in the line that I realized what he meant by the “turd” house. Although I suppose one might have classified all of them as shit houses.
The compound was carved out of the jungle and you could tell it was a constant battle to keep it at bay. But the air smelled fecundity and ripeness, which made my nipples involuntarily hard like they wanted to let Mother Nature suckle from me. The arrival all happened so fast that I didn’t have time to get myself together before Jace was standing there holding the door open for me grinning and rattling on about his house, the office building in the center of the compound, etc. All I could think was that I had only been here a couple of hours and already let a strange black man finger fuck me and then I sucked him off and drank his cum like a sailor on shore leave drinks beer. I hadn’t even kissed my boyfriend yet. I looked down at my chest above my breasts and saw the telltale pink post-orgasmic flush. Shit, Jace was going to be able to tell that I had been getting off with Desmond in the cab while he bounced around in the back. I spun around to face away from Jace so he wouldn’t notice and to thank Desmond as he deposited my heavy bag on the porch of Jace’s house.
When I turned back Jace said, “Hold still babe. You have some sort of crusty goo in your hair.” He reached up pulled a half-dried glob of Desmond’s cum from my hair and started to puzzle at it. I have to give it to Desmond. He was quick on his feet and said, “Ah Mr. Jizz. Dat de from de banana spittle bug. Sometimes they ge caught in de hair when we drivin' down de road. People de Belize eats dat and say e tase good.”
Jace took him at his word and popped the cum glob in his mouth rolling it around on his tongue trying to savor it. I had to suppress the urge to laugh at the terrible trick Desmond had played on Jace. Finally, Jace said seriously, “I can see why people like it. It tastes kind of salty and meaty.” Desmond winked and smiled at me and said he was sure we would see each other again before getting in the truck and driving away. “I sure hoped we would see each other again,” I thought guiltily. As he drove away he called out the window. “Mr. Jizz, sure like da banana spittle.”
As Desmond drove away, I asked Jace why Desmond was calling him Jizz. Jace shrugged and said, “It’s just their accent. Everyone calls me that.” I wasn’t so sure after Desmond had tricked him into eating his cum, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him that’s what he just ate either.
Once we were inside the house we threw our arms around each other and began kissing passionately. Our tongues were slipping in and out of each other’s mouths and after a bit we paused I nuzzled Jace’s neck and he said, “your mouth takes like the banana spittle bug spittle.” I laughed and told him that was nonsense and it must be the aftertaste from the big glob he ate. God, I felt so guilty at that moment. Guilty of letting another man finger my pussy until I came multiple times. Guilty for greedily sucking the cum from another man’s monstrous black cock. Guilty for allowing that man to humiliate Jace by tricking him into eating his cum, and now guilty for compounding that humiliation by kissing him with another man’s cum on my breath. And even with my guilt, as I stood there with Jace’s hard reedy thin prick pressed against me all I could think of was Desmond’s huge veiny black cock.
