Darrel and Danielle

"I'd like that very much. How we getting in there?"

"I live near the train station, just a short walk away."

A kiss on his cheek enticed a look from him.

"I just asked you for a date."

We both giggled.

"You have a date girl."

It was late when I had arrived home from the game with him but I could sleep the next day. Friday night outings had that big advantage.

"Come on up," I invited then leaned in touching my lips lightly against his. Those wide brownish colored lips are so sexy.

In the privacy of my bedroom sometime between 11 pm and midnight our pent-up passions found their release. He pulled my soft feminine body against his tall, muscled body. The moment I had dreamed about for weeks since the sudden transformation had arrived. Our lips pressed together as the passions welled up. He kissed his way down my neck but I lost count of how many kisses. Then his lips found mine again and mouths opened. Tongues pushed inside making wet strokes. The feel of his hand sliding inside unzipped slacks under my panties to my clitoris was starting to drive me wild. I moaned softly as I began to cum.

In just another moment I lay on my back on the soft mattress with my lover on me pulling my drenched panties down and off. Then he took my bra and tossed it next to the panties on the floor. Cupping his hands over my now bare C cup breasts, his palms pressed squeezing just a little. The massage felt so good.

His gigantic, brown, hard cock pushed deep into my vagina. Wave after wave of muscle contractions rolled over my body while his sex rocked inside me. My skin turned flush red. My soft moans grew progressively louder becoming screams as I got from him exactly the treatment I desired.

As I lay exhausted from multiple orgasms his finger tips caressed my torso from the belly button up to the boobs.

"You're okay for a white girl. You know that?"

Recovering some strength I giggled at the comment. He laughed with me.