She Was Okay With It...

When my fully erect eight and a half inch uncut cock sprang up into the open air my downstairs neighbor looked disappointed, but after a second shook her head and rolled her dark brown eyes and walked over to me.

"I had been hoping you weren't fully hard and would be 'hung like a horse' but your big enough, and size isn't everything anyway, stamina is more important," She said as she pushed me back on the couch and climbed on top.

I was confident I could measure up to her expectations: I'd had sex with my 'no-strings' MILF fuck buddy Amanda only a week before so I wasn't too pent up, and I figured I could hold out at least 15 minutes. I just had to do one thing before I would be comfortable screwing my hot zebra neighbor...

"Just one thing before we start," I said pulling my cock against my stomach with one hand, "you've never told me your name..."

My Zebra neighbor caressed my cheek gently and kissed me before she smiled and said "Keisha, Keisha Washington."

Satisfied that I wasn't having sex with 'a stranger' I helped her line up her pussy and my cock, and slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered her incredibly wet twat onto my pulsating man meat.

We fucked long and slow for at least twenty minutes; before at last, try as I might, I couldn't stop myself from cumming and grabbed Keisha's hips and slammed my dick into her as deep as it would go. I didn't feel bad about doing that at all because Keisha had already cum three times, two big full body orgasms and one little one just centered on her pussy. As I filled her up with my semen she leaned down and kissed me, and when I was done and started to go limp she climbed off me and went to her room. I just lay there blissed out for four minutes before she came back into the room, dressed in an emerald skirt and blouse with heavy bronze bangles on both wrists.

"Pull your pants up Xander, no one wants to see your limp dick," Keisha commented as she went to the kitchen. "I'm afraid I didn't expect to become a herbivore so there isn't much to eat, but I've got yogurt, cheese, and Triskits, or milk and bran flakes... The reports out of Asia say that if you could have milk before you transformed you still can after, so tell me what you want and I'll make you up a plate or bowl..." she said as I pulled up my pants and came over to see her shapely ass sticking out from behind the door of the refrigerator with her skirt hanging low so her tail could be free, exposing the top of her crimson thong panties.

I only took a second to admire the view then made my selection. "I'll have cheese and Triskits if you don't mind, or if you want those I'll take a bowl of cereal," I said and Keisha started grabbing things out of the fridge.

"Go sit at the table, I'll be over with the food in a minute," she commented without turning around and I did willingly enough.

While we ate we got to know one another a little better and found we had a lot in common for two people who came from different ethnic backgrounds. Both of us liked classical music; were staunch liberals; believed in God but thought that, while it had a lot of good ideas in it, The Bible was NOT absolute revelation, it had been written by mortal hands which often had a political agenda, and you, therefore, had to take it with a pinch of salt; and were not averse to starting a serious relationship at this time. After we ate I excused myself, saying I had to check on my mother, make sure she came through OK too but promised that as soon as that was done I would take a long walk with her around the complex and talk further...