It sure does.

“Why did you pick me, Sir?” My momentary confusion is dispelled when Alison taps the phone by her hand, “those others are beautiful too, with bigger breasts and nice round asses.” I keep a firm grip in her hair and steady my pace so I can enjoy this for as long as possible; I push just into her tight little slit before answering.

“I felt like something fresh and young, Blondie.” I groan in satisfaction, “nothing gets a homeboy going like fucking a rich little blonde bitch into submission.”

“Ow!” I can feel Alison's inner muscles clench tightly around me, “You're too big ... I've never had anyone before, certainly not a black man.”

“I'm going to ruin your little white pussy, Blondie.” I chuckle harshly, “I'm going to **** this black rod all the way in until you're stretched open so much that no white boy is ever going to be able to satisfy you.” Alison's quiver of excitement lets me know I'm hitting just the right note, or maybe she is reacting to the way the head of my cock scrapped along her passage with each hard thrust. “When Kamal told me that there were going to be over fifty white schoolgirls here this weekend, I just knew I had to come get me some of that.”

“You're hurting me ... it's too big ... aaiggh so BIG!” Her Southern accent seems more pronounced as she protested, and I wonder if she consciously tries to hide it up here in this Connecticut college town. “Please, you have to stop!” I laugh at the notion of stopping; I am going to fuck her a little longer and then I'm going to pull out and then change her position and pretend to take another one of her little friends. If I'm lucky I might be able to 'deflower' a third schoolgirl before I finally blow my load.

“Well bitch, you're in luck. It's almost time for a new bitch to break in.” In spite of how good fucking Alison feels, I like the idea of moving from girl to girl until I've fucked them all. “Who's that big-hipped brunette with the glasses?”

“That's Maria, Sir.” She cranes her neck so I can see her somber expression. “Her family is from Venezuela ... and rich. They had to flee to America when Maduro came into power and nationalized their family lands and oil refineries.”

“Are her tits as big as they look?” I growl, as I flip her onto her hands and knees and lift her ass up high.

“No! Senour, please I've never been with a man.” This time Alison's voice has a Hispanic accent, and it really is almost like I'm taking a totally new girl. She drops her head to the pillow and lifts her ass up when I push my cock between her legs. I don't know how long I'm going to keep this up, but there'll be no stopping until I'm spent. She gives a sharp cry as I plunge into her, but as juicy and stretched out as this randy coed is, it's a little harder to believe that this is also a virgin. Another look at the picture on her phone helps get me back into the mood.

“Which one of those girls is Celia?” I ask as I grind into her hips so hard that she almost topples forward, but I steady her with a hard pull of her hair. “You know, the one who wanted to get fucked by a big black cock?” In my mind I could picture Alison and her friend on their knees with a big black cock as long as their arms pushed between their pretty faces.

“Oh Lord in Heaven, so hard - you're so strong!” Alison moans weakly as her body jerks under mine. I pause long enough for Alison to point out the brunette positioned between her and Maria and then go back to plowing into her pussy from behind. “ Are you going to **** her too, Mister? You're so big and she's such a little thing.”

“Oh yeah, I'm going to split her open with my fuck meat, and then as she begs and pleads, I'm going to fuck her until she's begging me to let her cum.” I tell her, “Do you think I could break that Southern Belle and make her my little white breeding whore?”

“Yes ... yes ... oh God yes!” I don't know if it is the idea of being bred by the stranger or because of the whole racial element, but when Alison came this time, it was as intense as any I can ever remember.

With that I explode deep into her, and if it weren't for my surgery, I'm pretty sure my sweet little tenant would have some explaining to do next time she got back to Tennessee.

This time truly drained, I collapse onto the bed by Alison's side and draw her trembling body into my arms. What the fuck was that all about? Is this something Alison and I should talk about, or should I just let it go?