Jace’s house was small and sparsely furnished. It had one large room that was a combined kitchen and living room but the only furnishings were a wooden table, 4 wooden chairs, a small gas stove, and a half-sized refrigerator. There were two small bedrooms each with a double bed and the combined bathroom shower was in the back of one of the bedrooms.
We had PBJs for lunch then snuggled into the big hammock on his porch with two cold Belikins and caught up on the past few months apart. We had our heads at opposite ends of the hammock and lazily massaged each other’s feet between sips of cold beer.
Jace explained that later that evening we could hitchhike to the nearby town of Orange Walk for dinner at a restaurant and go dancing later at a club called the Grotto (cave for those who “no hablo español”) I was a bit worried about hitchhiking but he assured me that’s how everyone gets around and it was perfectly safe.
Around 5:30 we took a shower. The water was cold and so the blow job I gave Jace in the shower was quick and relatively unfulfilling. I couldn’t help comparing Jace’s skinny pink circumcised cock with the monstrous veiny musky black uncircumcised cock that had filled my mouth hours before. When Jace realized he was cumming he pulled out of my mouth like some sort of sissy gentleman and shot his stringy wad on the shower floor unlike Desmond who had thrust into my throat trying to plant his seed deep in my stomach when he felt his load cumming. No wonder they called him Jizz, I thought while giving my pussy one more good soapy scrub with the cold water wanting to make sure it was nice and fresh if we ran into Desmond at the Grotto.
At first, I was amazed by how quickly we got a ride. Then I realized that I was a white woman in a short skirt and halter top with no bra and all the men were ogling me unembarrassedly. As we stood by the road flagging passing vehicles they took turns shouting things like, “hey white gal, unu like black licorice?” While cradling the bulging black cock under their pants. They would all laugh and all I could do was smile. Jace whispered to me, “ignore them. It’s just a macho culture thing.” I responded a bit too loudly, “but I do like black licorice so maybe I should ask him to show me what he’s got.”
Everyone laughed and I saw Jace get red with embarrassment. One of the women said, “White gal, me tink Mr. Jizz ony got wan tiny piece o pink licorice an it no nuf for a gal like unu.”
That’s when a pickup truck driven by a couple of Latino guys pulled over and motioned to Jace and me to get in the back. There were two other hitchhikers in the back and they were both trying to see up my short skirt as we drove along the gravel road with the wind trying to flip my skirt everywhere.
We had dinner at a small restaurant run by an elderly woman and her ********. Jace convinced me to try the local staple dish - rice and bean with chicken and a side of cucumber, tomato, and cabbage salad. I have to admit it was all really good. Eating has always made me horny so when we descended the stairs to the Grotto club my panties were already damp. When I saw all the shiny beautiful black men leaning against the bar and sitting at tables around the dance floor disrobing me with their eyes my pussy gushed with my precum.
I think I danced one song with Jace and then it was a whirlwind of black men taking turns dancing with me. I remember seeing Jace throwing back a shot with Desmond at the bar but otherwise forgot he was even there as one gorgeous black man held me close and put his hands all over my body and we ground ourselves to near orgasm to the reggae beats from the DJ’s sound system.
Before long I was looking up into the dark eyes of Desmond as he pulled me close and forced my legs far apart with his thighs. He lowered himself and slid between my thighs and started mock fuck me through our clothes as the musical beat throbs through us. My skirt slid up to my hips and Desmond held my thinly veiled ass in his hands forcing my pussy to grind against his throbbing hard cock. I started to cum right there on the dance floor and he just kept grinding me and I kept soaring higher until unable to stand Desmond held me up with his hands on my ass. My arms were clasped around the back of his neck our sweaty bodies glued together and my face was buried in his chest to muffle the cries of my cumming. Desmond spun me around suddenly, lifted my skirt, slipped my sheer thin panties aside, and slid his thick cock inside my wanting pussy.
He was so huge and it had been so long since I had been fucked that he could only go halfway in. He slid out then rammed in further and continued to do so matching the beat of the music until he was buried all the way inside me. Then he ground himself to the beat over and over and over. My pussy was gripping his cock to the beat and just before the song ended I felt him growl deep in his gut and the hot flow of his seed inside me followed.
Finally, the song ended and Desmond's cock slipped free of my grasping pussy followed by the oozing flow of his cum down my inner thighs. I looked at the bar and saw Jace slumped over passed out. I looked quizzically at Desmond. He shrugged and said, “Mr. Jizz he so high strung. I given sumptin to relax. He be fine. My friends an me wan take care a unu til he wek up.” Then he took me by the hand and led me through a door in the back of the club where his friends were waiting.
As I stepped into the dimly lit room I was able to see at least five well-hung black men lounging on couches with beers and remembered that I forgot to put my diaphragm in before we left Jace’s house.
We had PBJs for lunch then snuggled into the big hammock on his porch with two cold Belikins and caught up on the past few months apart. We had our heads at opposite ends of the hammock and lazily massaged each other’s feet between sips of cold beer.
Jace explained that later that evening we could hitchhike to the nearby town of Orange Walk for dinner at a restaurant and go dancing later at a club called the Grotto (cave for those who “no hablo español”) I was a bit worried about hitchhiking but he assured me that’s how everyone gets around and it was perfectly safe.
Around 5:30 we took a shower. The water was cold and so the blow job I gave Jace in the shower was quick and relatively unfulfilling. I couldn’t help comparing Jace’s skinny pink circumcised cock with the monstrous veiny musky black uncircumcised cock that had filled my mouth hours before. When Jace realized he was cumming he pulled out of my mouth like some sort of sissy gentleman and shot his stringy wad on the shower floor unlike Desmond who had thrust into my throat trying to plant his seed deep in my stomach when he felt his load cumming. No wonder they called him Jizz, I thought while giving my pussy one more good soapy scrub with the cold water wanting to make sure it was nice and fresh if we ran into Desmond at the Grotto.
At first, I was amazed by how quickly we got a ride. Then I realized that I was a white woman in a short skirt and halter top with no bra and all the men were ogling me unembarrassedly. As we stood by the road flagging passing vehicles they took turns shouting things like, “hey white gal, unu like black licorice?” While cradling the bulging black cock under their pants. They would all laugh and all I could do was smile. Jace whispered to me, “ignore them. It’s just a macho culture thing.” I responded a bit too loudly, “but I do like black licorice so maybe I should ask him to show me what he’s got.”
Everyone laughed and I saw Jace get red with embarrassment. One of the women said, “White gal, me tink Mr. Jizz ony got wan tiny piece o pink licorice an it no nuf for a gal like unu.”
That’s when a pickup truck driven by a couple of Latino guys pulled over and motioned to Jace and me to get in the back. There were two other hitchhikers in the back and they were both trying to see up my short skirt as we drove along the gravel road with the wind trying to flip my skirt everywhere.
We had dinner at a small restaurant run by an elderly woman and her ********. Jace convinced me to try the local staple dish - rice and bean with chicken and a side of cucumber, tomato, and cabbage salad. I have to admit it was all really good. Eating has always made me horny so when we descended the stairs to the Grotto club my panties were already damp. When I saw all the shiny beautiful black men leaning against the bar and sitting at tables around the dance floor disrobing me with their eyes my pussy gushed with my precum.
I think I danced one song with Jace and then it was a whirlwind of black men taking turns dancing with me. I remember seeing Jace throwing back a shot with Desmond at the bar but otherwise forgot he was even there as one gorgeous black man held me close and put his hands all over my body and we ground ourselves to near orgasm to the reggae beats from the DJ’s sound system.
Before long I was looking up into the dark eyes of Desmond as he pulled me close and forced my legs far apart with his thighs. He lowered himself and slid between my thighs and started mock fuck me through our clothes as the musical beat throbs through us. My skirt slid up to my hips and Desmond held my thinly veiled ass in his hands forcing my pussy to grind against his throbbing hard cock. I started to cum right there on the dance floor and he just kept grinding me and I kept soaring higher until unable to stand Desmond held me up with his hands on my ass. My arms were clasped around the back of his neck our sweaty bodies glued together and my face was buried in his chest to muffle the cries of my cumming. Desmond spun me around suddenly, lifted my skirt, slipped my sheer thin panties aside, and slid his thick cock inside my wanting pussy.
He was so huge and it had been so long since I had been fucked that he could only go halfway in. He slid out then rammed in further and continued to do so matching the beat of the music until he was buried all the way inside me. Then he ground himself to the beat over and over and over. My pussy was gripping his cock to the beat and just before the song ended I felt him growl deep in his gut and the hot flow of his seed inside me followed.
Finally, the song ended and Desmond's cock slipped free of my grasping pussy followed by the oozing flow of his cum down my inner thighs. I looked at the bar and saw Jace slumped over passed out. I looked quizzically at Desmond. He shrugged and said, “Mr. Jizz he so high strung. I given sumptin to relax. He be fine. My friends an me wan take care a unu til he wek up.” Then he took me by the hand and led me through a door in the back of the club where his friends were waiting.
As I stepped into the dimly lit room I was able to see at least five well-hung black men lounging on couches with beers and remembered that I forgot to put my diaphragm in before we left Jace’s house.
