Lizzie Goes Black!

Chapter Six

Lizzie McGuire's Condo

Hollywood California

June 14, 2006

Enjoying her third glass of Sangria, Lizzie was thinking about the good time she had at her going away party as laid on her bed. It still struck her as odd that the guy she'd wanted the least, had been the one to make her cum the most. It'd been a 'big' surprise that her father, who'd cummed at least four times in her, was so good in bed. And of course, there'd also been Lenny.

While her little brother's best friend was only fourteen-years-old, he'd beem more than eight inches long, and really wide. Even bigger than her father, and she'd never felt so filled up before. Which made her wonder about what Isabella had told her about black men. With a shake of her head, she tried unsuccessfully to ended her remicising.

That's when she remembered that Isabella had been in the remark of the classic western movie True Girth. Isabella had played the part of revengeful daughter who brought to justice the infamous outlaw who murdered their father. Barely able to ride, and unable to pickup her huge colt cavalry pistol, let alone fire it, she'd been utterly miscast. And the movie had ended up as just other of her direct to sex video releases. But perhaps because of the movie Lizzie realized was the reason why Isabella had gone black?

The movie had also been an utter shock to Isabella's preteen girl fans, as well as giving their mothers a heart attack. She'd exhibited herself in a sensuous lesbian campfire scene, and an erotic, and very graphic, love scene with her very well endowed African-American co-star, 'Booster Cockburn'. Which lead to, despite her being only sixteen at the time and him a grizzled thirty-eight, Isabella and Booster had even becoming an 'item'. And tabloid pictures of them sunbathing nude on a beach in Southern France, stories of steamy nights together, lurid orgies, and rumors of her becoming pregnant with his love child filled supermarket checkout lines across the country for months. Conan O'Brien had even morphed their pictures together to show what their children would have looked like.

Then there had been an even bigger stir when Isabella announced said in an interview by the London Times, "You can take my word that black men are bigger downstairs. I'm now pretty sure this is a statistical fact, not a myth. Penis size may not matter for corporate CEOs, but it does to me.

I think that white men have more of a thing about being seen with women who are viewed by others as what's considered sexually desirable. In other words, they lack more in confidence and ego, and care far too much what other's think of them based on what kind of woman they can get. NOT ALL of course, but many think that having some kind of trophy on their arm somehow reflects on them and raises them to a higher level of manliness.

Secondly, it disturbs me that in this day and age mixed race relationships are still seen by some to be taboo. I guess I like to think we've progressed further than this by now. I'm sure that white women like black men because they are a bit mysterious dangerous, powerful and they want to know if indeed the myth is real. Most young black men are extremely ripped, and well endowed. So there you go...

I'm pretty sure people prefer seeing a little white girls get broken in half by a black man to watching them pretend to enjoy the lust of a white man. I'd much rather see a "big" black stud with a woman who looks like she can handle it. Tiny women are a little boring, but then I'm a female viewer so my tastes are obviously negligible for a male-catered product.

So a more interesting question to ask might be, why are black on white sex websites so prevalent and so widely popular? Is black and white porn reaching mainstream status because of the sheer number of websites out there that heavily promote it? And what is the demographic market being catered to?

Any way, if a girls been with a black guy, a white guy's hot dog feels like its being thrown down a wide hallway. Maybe that's why "The mythical 'Black Stud', 'Mandingo Man' and 'Big Black Cock' are as much features of American culture as 'Mom's Apple Pie'. Is it any wonder that white women like me want to taste the forbidden black fruit?" And white women do throw themselves at black men. Why many white men don't have a clue about this and should shut the hell up. Once a white woman has been with the superior black man, white men are a laughing stock. After my first black lover, white men feel like nothing inside of me, and getting me to orgasm was hopeless. I used to think white guys had big penises. But not after I started getting plowed by Black guys. They're hung like horses and they do it like rabbits.

And visually it is stimulating. The thought of knowing a black man is longer and thicker gives him a sense of power. It's like I'm with "more of a man." I guess no pun intended. Before I went Black, I really didn't think about it, but now after seeing how well endowment black men are is exciting for me to know 9 out of 10 times when we're in a room I'm with the biggest, and yes that for me makes sex better! And women do care A LOT about the size of a man's penis!

It's time that white men faced the hard truth. Size does matter! All other things being equal, a woman is going to choose the black man because of his the larger penis. Who would you choose, Rosie O'Donnell over Pamela Anderson if you had a choice? And black skin is so thick and lush, so sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made of flesh. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Manolo Blahnik shoes. But of course, the phrase, "Once you go black, you never go back" is more than the feeling of their skin.

The down side for the white girl is that once it becomes known that she's been with a black guy, there are a whole lot of white guys who will not date her. Yeah, a lot of white guys say, "Well, she's a coke ho. What do you expect?"


You can either call them racists or guys who don't want AIDS. Of course lots of white men still want me and I know I'll never face enforced celibacy, but I don't want them. I want black men, and they want me. We look at one another and exchange a visible frisson of sexual energy in the lingering glances. And our attraction is based first on race. We are not those couples who "happen to fall in love" with someone of a different race or more purposefully come together but out of some greater sense of interracial understanding and respect. Not as politically-correct men and women do we seek one another out.

And in truth, I'm after the sex, not the ring, and these guys aren't the marrying kind anyway. Yes, it's about the sex!

I've been told that white women turn to black men when their sex drives kick into higher gear and their social inhibitions recede into the rearview mirror. It's a "yes, baby, now I'm ready for you" reaction. When we get to the "yes, baby" place, they know it, and they are ready and waiting for us. Black men have more energy, style and edge than white men. They know how to flirt, a nearly lost art among the rest of us. A black man is so damned sexy because he knows how to make a woman feel sexy.

And because their so well endowed, black men have something white guys don't have anymore: confidence in their masculinity, their sexuality. They clearly know they're men. White men appear to be waiting for the latest sociological research study to let them know if they are men or not. Yet black men are gentlemen, something else white men no longer are. They make me feel like a woman, both respected and desired. I can let go of my inhibitions, my need to control, when I am with them. How many white men can treat a woman like a lady and ravish her too?

I often felt in my 'White Period' that only during heated sex does that little layer of air bubbles between me and the world pop and disappear, leaving me open to intimate connection with my lover. But it takes a lot of humping for two people to get that close. Black men, so alive with erotic electricity, cut through the bubbles with a touch, a caress, a kiss—and they free me—and I can truly touch them. I am like a pampered passenger in a Porsche with an expert driver at the wheel. I know I could suggest a route change, but I never really want to do that.

Until she now, Lizzie had thought Ethan, Gordo, Ronny, and especially her father, had nice cocks. But Lizzie realized how totally wrong she'd been when she visited Isabella at Naples, Italy

Isabella Ocean Front Villa

Naples, Italy

May 14, 2006

"Wally is so big and bulgy…and muscular too," Isabella said to Lizzie, as she described her new boyfriend. After a little chuckle she put the palms of her hands together, then pulled them about a foot part. "Well, I got to go…into the city for a photo shoot in the morning. Why don't you sleep in or go for a swim. The Mediterranean is so beautiful this time of year."

"Okay, sounds good," Lizzie replied, her head dropping to her chest. After the long flight to Rome and two hours of catching up in the back of Isabella's Limo, she felt totally exhausted. "But we go clubbing tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay!"

It was nearly 11 AM the next morning when Lizzie returned to Isabella's Villa after her morning run. Believing she had the house all to herself, Lizzie had the surprise of her life when she rushed into her room and discovered a big-black man in the shower.

Her bottom lip dropped to her chest. Lizzie had never seen a naked adult black man and was curious. Standing there licking her lips, Lizzie felt feelings she didn't quite understand. But all she was certain of that it felt really nice. She stood was there for quite awhile.

She was sure that he noticed her checking him out, because his got as big as a house without even touching himself. And as he grew, she'd slowly separated the palms of her hands more than a foot a part.

Lizzie found his cock magnificent. It was incredible, or more precisely she thought, 'He was huge!' She could honestly swear light seemed to radiate from it! At least 12 inches long and very wide, he had the largest cock she could have ever imagined on a man, or maybe even a donkey. And not saying a word, he turned towards her and put his hands on his hips, a big smile on his face.

Lizzie felt a tingle between her legs as he struck a really hot pose, thrusting his crotch out like something out of a playgirl centerfold, before he asked her, "Hi, you must be Lizzie McGuire. Do you want something?"

"Hi!" Her eyes saying fixed upon his manhood as Lizzie spoke, feeling awkward that she couldn't remember his name even though he was bonking her friend with that big cock of his.

Noticing her pause, he introduced himself. "I'm Wally, it's nice to finally meet you."

Well, I didn't know that it could get so big. Her bottom lip dropped as she pointed at his penis. "Hi, I'm Lizzie."

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yes," she blurted out. "You're not just big; you're a God!" Feeling warm and wet between her legs, she reached out to stroke her hand over his strong, smooth chest.

His smile seemed to grow more teeth. He made her laugh when he said, "Thanks! Isabella likes to worship it too!"

She eagerly noticed several large veins pushing out from his otherwise smooth shaft. Topping his monster organ was a large helmeted shape crown, which came to a rounded tip. "Can I get a closer look?" she asked.

"Sure, baby dolly, why not." he answered, thinking whimsically to himself, ' with great power, comes great responsibility. It is my gift. It is my curse.'

Lizzie was a still a little self-conscious, being only eighteen. But fortunately he was quite casual about it, and even made her laugh when he motioned with his penis for her to join him. She was so fascinated and walked right into the shower still wearing her running clothes. When it got soaked, he just laughed. By this point, Lizzie was all hot and sweaty, but not from running. The water felt wonderful cascading down her supple teenage body.

Lizzie had never let any other man but her father undress her before. She was amazed by how cool, yet hot at the very thought of it made her feel. He began by pulling her sweatshirt up over her head. Tossing it to the floor, he revealed the silky lace underwear beneath. She stood blissfully as he unclasping her bra, and filled his hands with her firm young breasts. Fondled her, his fingers kneading her soft, smooth flesh.

Wally made Lizzie feel like her breasts were image of angelic beauty as he massaged and squeeze them both. And bending forward he filled his mouth. It was just after he suckled on both her hot nipples that she exclaimed, "O, My God, Oh, Mi Gaaaahhhh!"

Then putting a hand up her skirt, Lizzie giggled when he slid both hands down her back to cup her firm little buttocks, squeezing them like ripe fruit. Then he pulled her panties down and…just when she thought he was going to put his finger inside of her…he just lightly ran it along, tickling and stroking her pussy.

Still in complete shock, Lizzie couldn't understand how she could let Wally, a total and complete stranger, touch her. Still, she moaned out pleasurably as her pussy became even wetter. Her body suddenly stiffened, her back arched, as she wailed, "OH WALLY!"

And not wanting to be a stranger in a strange land, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Feeling enraptured in the sexual adventure, Lizzie gave Wally a long wet kiss as he rubbed his naked body against hers.

The kiss was simple and touching at first. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Exploring, his tongue pressed back eager. Their hungry tongues tangled back and forth until she finally relented and let his tongue slip inside her mouth. At the same time, his hand drifted down towards her virginity. He began to rub her again as she sucked on his tongue.

Then they stood facing each, just starring at each other for a moment, before he picked up bottle of shampoo and, to Lizzie's delight, began washing her hair. She'd never had a man do that before. It felt so good, she giggled. He rubbed her scalp, and then temples. And sticking straight out, his penis rubbed against her. It felt hot against her stomach.

But he didn't stop there. He sprayed body wash into his hand, then handed me the bottle. Wally rubbed my shoulders, my back, and then, his hands going lower and lower before filling with her breasts.

After washing the hard muscles of his smooth chest, Lizzie asked if she could touch his penis. He answered only with a big grin, and that's when she held it for the first time. Well, grasping it like a banana, she soaped it down. But he was SO BIG! It was unbelievable. She couldn't get her fingers round the whole thing. She stroked the big head and it felt silky smooth as his veins pulsated in her hand. It even got larger...until it seemed like it was bigger than her leg! And It really stuck out. Lizzie would never forget how, when she reached down and around to wash his butt, it seemed to have a mind of its own, and it got stuck.

She'd been titty fucked before, but it felt so hot having such a big penis between her wet breasts. It made cool squeaky noises. She could feel his knees weaken as, the naughty nymph that she is, played with his nuts. They were so big, each one of them was big enough to fill her hand as he left big sticky drops of precum on her breasts. That was when she asked him, "Wally, why is my father's penis so much smaller than yours?" She didn't bother to think about Gordo's four-inch floppy.

"Black men," Wally told me, "are blessed with bigger love muscles than white men."

While she was still technically a virgin, Lizzie had been around a little. Her eyes grew huge. While she involuntarily put a hand over my vagina, she just had to ask him, "You put that whole thing in Isabella?"

"Yeah, she can't get enough. Yeah, and oh man, does she love it in ass" he told her with a big, toothy grin. The gazing into her eyes, he added, "That's why Isabella loves me so much."

Lizzie had to omit that she was very horny. Her eyes wandered down to the big black cock still between her breasts, and shivered with desire. But she was confused. She'd never thought much about having sex with black men before and blurted out, "But you're a black, why don't you like black women?"

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. All around we have sadden ourselves with disgrace of discrimination. But people are like the rainbow, full of variety of colors. When we come together in compassion, we are the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You can't get any richer then that."

Lizzie look of misbelieve morphed into understand as Wally continued. "All men have a weakness for something, whether it is large breasts, long shapely legs, long flowing hair, etc. My weakness just happens to be for women of a lighter skin than myself. Although I do find black women and Hispanic women to be very sexy, white women enamor me. Maybe it's a weakness, but I think they're more appreciative, and easier to get along with. I can't get enough of that creamy skin. And…" he paused for to emphasizes the hungry look in his eyes, "they know how to satisfy a real man."

Lizzie stood speechless, shifting her weight trying to take in what she'd been told, before he asked, "What's the matter? Do you have a problem with black people? Knowing your friend, I wouldn't have thought better of you."

The accusation did sting. Besides for Lenny, Lizzie had never really thought that much about having sex with black men. She wasn't sure if that made her a racist or not, she'd never considered myself one. But his hard muscular body was very eye opening to say the least. Still confused, Lizzie continued to stare silently at his cock, lacking the words to answer.

Breaking the awkward silence, he said, "Baby doll," using his nickname for Lizzie for the first time. "It really doesn't matter what color your are. Many people sadden themselves with disgrace of hate, when beauty is really in the eyes of the beholder."

Well, at first Lizzie wasn't sure what to make of his explanation. Perhaps, she thought, he wasn't telling me the whole truth. But a foot long log of hard brown sausage is kind of scary to a young teenage girl. It was also an awaking too. She took hold his penis again, to examine it more closely.

"I just need to get you a little more lubed up first. " He then ran his fingers cautiously over her tight, wet pussy. His anxious fingers parted her smooth labia. Slipping his index finger inside Lizzie, she moaned softly. He began humping his finger in and out of her pussy. And as they cuddled under the showerhead, to clam her fears, he told her, "Don't worry, some day you'll love it just like Isabella does."

'What?' Lizzie shouted to herself. She felt like he was talking to her like a baby or something. Because I'd been around a few blocks, or so she thought, Lizzie shot back, "Wally, I've been with men before."

He must have thought that really Lizzie meant that she hadn't lost her cherry, so he said, "Here." Grabbing hold of his penis with his right hand, he filled his left with her right butt cheek. Wally placed the fist-sized crown of his foot-long love tool against the opening to Lizzie's vagina, and grunted as the tip of his prick slipped between her swollen pussy-lips.

Enjoying how Lizzie's incredibly tight pussy clenched the end of his thick shaft, Wally could smell the unmistakable musty aroma of a young girls excited pussy. "You want me to put this right in here, don't you honey."

As he began to position his cock to enter Lizzie, she caught her breath and said, "We need some protection."

"I don't need protection," Wally replied as the black head of his cock began to part her pink labia.

"I mean protection so I don't get pregnant," she pleaded.

"That don't bother me none. I love to make babies with white girls," he said. "Now I'm not wearing no rubber. If you want my cock, we're going to fuck skin to skin. Do you want my cock, or don't you?" he challenged glaring at her while the head of his massive black tool began to disappear into her.

That taste of penis felt so good; she needed more! Lizzie was desperate, overwhelmed by a mixture of lust and fear.

"Yes, I want your cock!" she blurted out. In five seconds Lizzie completely forgot the whole condom issue.

"You were getting it anyway," he chuckled as he slowly began to slide further into her. He entered slowly, backed out a little way, and then entered a little deeper.

She tensed, feeling her vagina stretching, slowly accommodating his girth. The pain she felt was overwhelmed by an incredible sense of fullness. Lizzie couldn't quite believe that she was accommodating such a big cock. The sensation of being Soul-Fucked, was overcoming the pain and fear. 'Oh Yeahhhh,' she was getting into it. No one had ever moved or touched her that way.

"Unngh...g god! Ahhh slow down, h hur...Ohhh!" She wailed and wailed and was lost in her own wailing.

Lizzie did not know what she was screeching about, but she learned what so many white women mean they say you feel "transported".

Lizzie could not compare what she felt to the sensuality. She did have with a boyfriend. But there was no comparison because it was so vastly superior and different.

Wally kept slowly working himself into her until he completely filled my vagina and hit up against her cervix.

"I'm going to love fucking you; you're so nice and tight," he said as he began slowly stroking in and out, threaten to thrusting deep into her to stimulate all of her vagina with each stroke.

Lizzie caught sight of them in a mirror. She saw a little white girl allowing herself to be ravaged by a rutting black man. She couldn't believe how erotic that vision was at that moment.

"Do you like being fucked by a real cock?" he challenged.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" Lizzie yelled. "I love your cock!" His cock felt so good. She couldn't remember ever feeling so alive.

They were standing in there naked in the shower, with the head of his enormous cock crammed into her pussy. Lizzie would always remember how Wally smiled like the canary bird that got the pussycat. "I'll give it to you slow, and sweet," he told her. "Sweet, just like that pussy of yours."

At first Lizzie considered this was…excuse the pun…no big deal. She'd thought she was up to it. But she immediately discovered that Wally' black love tool was totally different than Ronny's and Gordo's, and even her fathers when he pushed forward just a bit. Parting more of the smooth labia, it felt like she was being ripped it wide open. A mathematician would describe it was of an entirely greater order of magnitude, but to a layman like her, it felt like a tree trunk was trying to ram into her! 'Damn, you could part the red sea with his cock, or…how a duck would feel being fuck by a steer.' she thought. And that was from just the first inch of his heart-shaped crown, he still had eleven more to go!

Yet, at the same time, his little pinky, buried up to his knuckle in my butt, felt huge compared to Gordo's little pecker! Just then he put his lips on hers and joined their tongues together again. Lizzie got all giggly again as he started humping his little finger into her anus as his glorious meat throbbing inside the lips of her aching vagina. Wally tried rubbing his cock up and down, but she was way too tight for that. And while in unbelievable pain, at the same time, it felt totally assume to her. Beyond assume actually!

It was just then, a hot flash that Lizzie's world turned upside down. Her heart began to race, her pulse quicken. Her whole body shook with the ultimate pleasure, which only women can know. She cummed so hard her juice squirted out, covering the top of his heart-shape love tool!

Wally parted her legs a bit, and had Lizzie wrap her arms around his neck to take the weight off her legs. He took his time to rub it around the length of her slit to make her purr and moan. Loving how she responded, he continued to rub his cock against her love whole. Lizzie became wetter and slicker the more he persisted. He moved it ever so slowly up and down, exploring the opening, forcing the velvety tip of his prick into her tight warm moist canal.

Pressing harder, he could feel his hardness painfully prod apart her split peach as his bulbous tip found its way inside. And as her cunt lips parted, he felt them envelop his cock head. Slowly he slid more his stiff dick into her supple, virgin cunt. Lizzie let out a small gasp as his cockhead pushed aside the outer walls. Deep in his throat he mimed Lizzie's mild moans as he felt her tender walls wrap around his hard flesh.

Wally couldn't believe the sensation of his dick that was tightly clamped in Lizzie's hot moist hole. The head of his cock felt ready to explode, feeling warmth and wetness like he'd never experience before.

"Ooh, it hurts…but I want more!" Lizzie begged, pausing for only a moment before uttering. "Please! Give me more," she begged, while squeezing his ass and one of his nipples. "PLEASE, FUCK ME! PUT IT ALL IN ME! Goddamn! I can't believe it, Wally. It hurts so much. I can't believe it. Your big black cock is actually in me! Ooh God! We're so close! "

"God, I needed your little white pussy!" he gasped back. "I just got to have it."

"Well, fuck me you big black stud. Do it again and again. Please, pretty please...oh god I want it. And…I want it in ass too!"

He looked down into her bright eyes. They were at other point of no return and he felt his hesitation. Wally almost laughed when he notice a bead of pre-cum drip from the tip of cock hang down to the floor.

"More than I've ever been sure of anything. Fuck me," Lizzie whispered. Then switching to a silly imitation of Vietnamese whore, she said, "I show you good time. You fuck my little virgin pussy long time."

Surrounded by my warmth, her pussy lips stretched taunt around his big cockhead, filling her completely. Lizzie could tell the heat, the wetness, and the tightness of her pussy totally stimulating every nerve ending in his cockhead was bringing him to the edge. All the pleasure of a beautiful white girl giving herself to him was overwhelming to both his mind and senses. "You are such a demanding little brat, you know that?" he told her.

"Wrong, I'm a cute and sexy demanding little hoe," Lizzie said with an adorable grin.

"Since you ask so nice, you can count on that, slut. I'm going to put it all there and let it stay a while! You're going to love being my ho! And there's saying no."

"Go ahead. Make me your bitch. Make you're self at home in this little white girl," she told him.

"Oh! You're so tight sweetheart," he moaned, feeling the walls of her little pussy compress even tighter around the end of his cock.

"Tighter than Isabella?" panted Sue.

"Yessss! Fuck, yessss! Much tighter than Kate Sanders too! ... Oh, God!" he groaned.

Sue replied with a smile, happy in the knowledge that she was a better fuck than her friends. But she didn't bother to worry about that as lust boiled in her brain. 'Isabelle can join us later.' Lizzie thought.

"Man are you tight! You never been fucked by a real man before, have you?"

"No, I've never…" she answered truthfully. "Oh, Wally!" Lizzie squealed with delight." Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Black Daddy! Harder! Hurt me! Fill me up. I want to feel you're cum in me! Fuck me like a whore!" All she wanted was for him to fuck my brains out.

Feeling her own orgasm building a new, knowing that she would soon cum again ... and soon. She entwined him with her supple legs. Her heels tapped his ass, trying to force him in deeper. "I love your cock!" she whispered, his cock felt so good. She couldn't remember ever feeling so alive. Euphoria! Before long, she was lost in another, stronger orgasm. She rolled her head, arched her back, dipped and rolled her hips as waves of ecstasy coursed through every fiber of her body. Just then he bent forward and French kissed Lizzie again.

"Wally, please shove all of that big beautiful black cock in me! Fuck me! Make me your fucken white slut!"

"I'm going to cum!" he yelled out.

Aaaaaah

Aaaaaah

Aaaaaah

AAAaaaaaAAA . . .!"

Immediately, Lizzie responded with her own orgasm. "Oh God! OH GOD! AAAAAAAA!"

In the middle of her orgasm, Wally paused, and she felt his hot cum blast into her as she continued gyrating her hips around his thick rod. "Yes, finish it, cum in me, you bastard," she found myself saying. Lizzie couldn't believe how aroused she was.

"We've just started," he said through clenched teeth.

She was expecting him to go limp and withdraw, but his cock remained rock solid, imbedded deep in her cunt, prolonging Lizzie's orgasm as her vaginal muscles contracted, milking the semen from him.

In the midst of her euphoria, Wally shifted the two of them slightly; changing the angle his cock entered her.

She felt him probing against her cervix until he managed to lodge the head of his penis in the cervix opening and begin to push further into her, which caused a sharp stab of pain.

"Wally, stop, that hurts!" she cried out. But at the same time, she spread her legs even further. She had to submit. She was fully conquered under the spell of that magnificent black man. She was his to do with as he pleased.

Ignoring her protests, he used his strength and weight to drive his cock head fully into her womb.

"Oh god, no!" Lizzie screamed in pain, feeling as if she had been slammed in the gut. The pain was paralyzing. His cock had invaded the very core of her womanhood!
She screamed again and went silent. Her body tensed and then went limp.

She screamed again as her womb and cervix went into spasms around the invading cock. Wally skillfully ground and twisted his cock, grinding and twisting her cervix. She fought for breath as the most intense orgasm over took her. The pain was so great! She blacked out for a moment only to awake to a continuous orgasm of unimaginable intensity. Kaleidoscope colors and images raced through her head.

In the midst of her orgasmic hysteria, Lizzie heard him say, "Now you know what its like for a little white girl to be Soul-Fucked by a real man!"

Lizzie came again and her hot pussy juices ran down her ass crack and down his shaft, covering his balls. Wally kept pumping into her as he leaned forward and laid over her.

She continued thrashing her body. But at times she went involuntary going limp. Her arms and legs still wrapped around her violator. She cried! She screamed in a mixture of ecstasy and agony again and again interrupted by periods of silence. Her womb and cervix contracted involuntarily. It hurt so much, but it hurt so good! Her womb convulsed painfully and deliciously around an inhumanly large cock buried deep where it didn't belong! And it was a black cock!

Not the cock of her father or one of her boy friends, but the cock of a huge, angry, rutting black man who was about to again spill his seed deep into her! In paradise, she couldn't stop cumming! The soul of her womanhood was wrapped tightly and fully around the cock of a man not of her race! That, in it self made her glow even brighter!

Lizzie had never thought she could feel so good, but she was in for an even bigger surprised, because right after she came, the floodgates opened. Exhausted, she let out a soft mewing sound as her tight velvet sheath hungrily milked away as he approached his explosion, soon to inundated Lizzie's lusty silt with his cum as her wonderful spasms set him off.

Wally tensed and grunted and she knew he was cumming. He pumped his sperm directly into her womb! All the while, she thrashed in unbelievable and indescribable ecstasy beneath him. At that moment, in the brain-numbed haze of continuous orgasm, Lizzie didn't care if she was being impregnated. Her body trembled occasionally as she came down from her sexual high.

Wally laid partially on top of her, his cock slowly softening and withdrawing, its slightest twitch causing her cervix to tingle. Lizzie had no concept of time. With no idea how long she had been in orgasm, she was ragged, shattered, conquered. She lay there in pain, sore, but at the same time relaxed and totally satisfied. The smell of her own pussy filled the room, and was covered in their mingled sweat and lying in a huge pool of cum.
'Oh shit!' she realized. "Wally's came inside me, at least twice, hard!'

Sorrowfully, Wally pulled back, removing his cock from Lizzie's glove tight pussy. And as he did so, her stretched cunt-lips pulled outward clinging to his thick knob. His prick head glistened as her pussy-juice dripped from his tip. With a distinctive sucking sound, his huge member popped out of her as what seemed like gallons of white, creamy cum was exploding from his big black rod. And it was a mess. Most of it splashed all over her stomach, her breasts, her legs, and even her face. It even got onto my hair. Then she realized that he'd left a warm, sticky gift inside of her pussy, as the backpressure of his load begin to push the cum out.

Wally then let her catch her breath for along moment before he told her, "There is something else I really want to do to you. And I know you'll really like it." Wally pushed Lizzie down in front of him as he made his way down to her neatly trimmed blonde bush.

He then knelt before Lizzie and spread her legs. And she giggled again as his hands slithered up her inner thighs. Her skin was like warm velvet, soft and supple with youth. He kissed her ticklish, smooth teen's thighs, raising goose bumps as he went towards her pussy. She moaned with anticipation. She could hardly wait for the touch of his tongue.

Inhaling her musky scent, Wally grinning wolfishly. "Mmmm, your pussy is so sexy, so very sexy."

Covered in sweet, her blood seemed to boiling over. "YES! Eat my pussy," she exclaimed. "I'm your little personal white whore. I want you to do me and Isabella after were done, please!"

Soon, in total utter ecstasy, Lizzie came again. With Wally's tongue plunging into her pussy, she swooned and literally melted in his strong arms. He had to hold her in his strong arms for what felt like hours as she caught her breath. But still breathing heavily, she looked into his eyes and he gave her another tender, passionate kiss. She returned it gratefully, his body slowly beginning to relax, even though his penis was still hard.

"You were afraid I'd bust you wide open, weren't you? See, it didn't hurt all that much, did it? " In his embrace, he smiled down at Lizzie before French kissing her yet again. Then he reached down to scope a large gob of his thick milky cum, and thrust his wet fingers into her mouth.

"Here's a little taste of black seed. Once a pretty white ho like you gets some, she's always back for more." But then he paused, looking thoughtfully at Lizzie, before adding, "Another day, okay"?"

Lizzie tasted his cum. It had a creamy, warm texture, like a lightly salted latté. And it was so yummy! All that cum she'd tasted before did his no justice. Still, she wasn't sure what to do. She hardly knew this guy, and here she was in the shower with him, his cum cover finger in my mouth. But he kept looking at her, his eyes urging her to swallow it down, so Lizzie did it. "Tastes good, doesn't it?"

When Wally saw her swallow, his face lit up in the cutest little smile. And Lizzie suddenly understood the second reason why Isabella fell for him

Still a bit embarrassed about the whole thing. Because she hardly knew this guy, Lizzie's faced turned red as she nodded. But she knew that she'd never forget his taste. It was so yummy!

When Wally finished feeding Lizzie all of his cum, he had her turn around. And that's when she found out about the thing all black men have for big butts. Because, after slapping her butt, he fucked her up her 'bony little ass'.