Chapter 10
Pam took Donna to the far side of the pool so that they could be alone. She turned the blonde toward her and said, "Earlier in the evening I asked you if you had ever made love with a black man, and you said, 'No'. Now I'm asking, "Have you ever made love with a woman?
Donna had been expecting the question all evening. She had anticipated that it would eventually arise. She looked deeply into her friend's eyes and softly replied, "No."
Pam leaned close to her and lightly pressed her nose against Donna's. She gently wiggled it back and forth Eskimo fashion, and said, "You cute little thing. You've got a real treat in store for you."
She brought her cheek against the blonde's and whispered in her ear, "I think that you've got the most beautiful body I've ever seen. I've been turned on by it ever since I first saw you."
Donna was feeling giddy. The brunette was standing so close that her breasts were starting to mash into hers. Their nipples were starting to poke into each other. The plains of their bellies were beginning to slide against each other.
Pam had reached down between them, and with the palm of her hand began to lightly stroke the blonde's pubic, mound.
"Mmmm," moaned Donna. "That feels so good."
"I'm glad," Pam replied. She kissed her on the cheek, and then on the chin, and then fully on the lips.
It was another new thrill for the blonde. It was similar to being kissed by a man, except softer, gentler, more knowing. She soon noticed that three of her erogenous zones were being stimulated at the same time. Her lips, her nipples, and her clitoris. And soon a fourth was added when Pam reached behind with her other hand and touched the anus.
"Mmmm," moaned Pam. "I wonder if you taste as good as you look. I think that it's time to find out."
She removed her lips from Donna's and kissed her way downward. First the tip of the chin, and then beneath the chin to the neck, and from there to the tendons of her throat.
From there she proceeded to the top of her cleavage. And from there to the upper slope of the fair-skinned breasts-first the left and then the right. And from there to the aureola-first the right and then the left. And from there to the nipples themselves-kissing, sucking, licking- first the left and then the right. And then she lightly bit into the strawberry nipples with her front teeth, making sure not to harm, but being sure to titillate.
Donna began to shiver and moan. Even though she was standing in the warm water of the heated pool, delicious little goose bumps were welling on her flesh.
Pam placed both hands on the buttocks and pressed the blonde insistently against her pelvis. She began grinding her pubic mound against that of Donna's.
"Ohhh!" moaned Donna. "Ohhh! That feels so good."
Pam gave the right nipple one last flick with her tongue before continuing the trail of kisses downward. She kept her tongue extended as she lathered her way beneath the underside of the breast. The flesh was so marvelous here. So perfect. She ran her tongue along the juncture of the breast and the chest, following the crescent line for its entire length. She kissed the very top of the abdomen, and then the center of it, and then the belly button itself.
Once there, she put her tongue into the crater and washed it with her lingual appendage.
"Ohhh!" moaned Donna as her tummy and navel began to move in and out involuntarily, yet deliciously.
The region from the navel to the upper thighs was the real reason for a woman's existence. And Donna's was about as beautiful as they came.
Pam leaned back slightly and looked as the water from the pool lapped at the blonde pubic mound in front of her. Little droplets of water beaded on the hair. She thought that Donna's mid-section was a wonder of creation. Everything from her firm little tummy to the middle of her thighs accentuated the glorious space between her legs.
No wonder men were so attracted to this region of a woman's body. No wonder they developed erections whenever they gazed at it. No wonder hard-ons sprang to life. No doubt most men fantasized about a woman like this.
"Oh, you're so beautiful," said Pam as she moved her face closer to the blonde garden of delight. In the same way that Donna had earlier exalted the wonders of Keith's dick, now Pam exalted the beauty of Donna's snatch-over and over and over again.
Donna tilted her pelvis forward slightly, so that Pam might have a better, more appreciative view of her object of lust. And yet Donna herself was extremely aware of her own beauty. The compliments which had been paid to her, had heightened her self-esteem, and made her realize that she wanted this lifestyle. As she felt Pam's tongue dip into her moist recesses, she realized that she would never go back to the old ways. From now on she was a hedonist-a true-blue uninhibited enjoyer of sex.
With her hands she reached between her thighs and spread her cuntal lips, making it easier for Pam to find access to the entire gash.
"Ohhh!" she moaned as the lips of the brunette encircled the clitoris and began to suck on the little nub.
"Mmmm! So good," sighed Pam. "So extremely good."
"Ohhh!" moaned Donna. "Ohhh! Please continue. Forever. Don't ever stop."
Pam licked her way down the slit to the vaginal opening itself, and then lower to the midway point between the anus and the cuntal hole. And once there, she flicked her tongue around the very middle of the perineum, licking this smooth bottommost point of Donna's upper body.
The blonde couldn't help herself. Her entire body shook and she sighed, "Ahhh!" She had achieved her first orgasm from a woman. She knew now that there was no turning back to her former puritanical ways.
To celebrate, she sat down on one of the steps in the pool, leaned back on her elbows, and spread her long legs wide apart. She broke into a broad smile and said, "Come and get it, Pam. It's all yours."
Both Keith and Fred saw what was taking place in the pool. They looked at each other and smiled. They immediately got to their feet and rushed forward, diving headfirst into the water, and swimming hurriedly to where the women were.
Fred came up behind Pam and bit her on the ass.
"Ow!" she said, momentarily stopping her lingual tasting of Donna's cunt. She turned and saw that he had placed his hands on her outthrust ass and was positioning himself for anal intercourse. She smiled and said, "Good for you." She arched her back so that he could have an easier time with entry.
Keith, meanwhile, had stepped in front of Donna. He looked at her and said, "Here doll. Have a black lollipop to suck on."
"That's no lollipop," she said, teasingly. "That's a black dick. I know one when I see one."
"My goodness, you're smart," he said. "You must have scored very highly on the SAT test."
"I suppose those initials stand for 'Sucking and
Tonguing'."
"How about a blow job, Donna?"
"I don't know how."
Keith didn't believe that he had heard correctly "Do you mean to tell me that a lovely woman like yourself has never given her husband a blow job?"
She looked down and said, "I'm sorry. Fred and I have never really experienced much."
"My word, darling!" exclaimed Pam between tongue flicks. "Didn't you know that there was a sexual revolution which took place in this country about thirty years ago. Surely you've heard about it ?"
"I'm from a small town. News travels slow to the rural areas of America."
Keith smiled and looked lovingly into her eyes. "Wouldn't you say that it's about time that you learned how to give head?"
She giggled like a child, "Is that what it's called? 'Giving head'?"
"There are many names, my dear. But you can learn them after you learn how to use your mouth and your lips on my flesh. Now, bend down and give it a soft kiss."
She looked at it and admired the satiny crown. The black skin was drawn tightly over it. She knew that only a few scant fractions of a millimeter below the skin, the lifeblood of this man pulsed. With that thought in mind, she lowered her head slowly. She licked her lips, moistening them, readying them. She closed her eyes, wanting the sensations of touch and taste to override that of sight.
He watched her face turn downward in supplication to his throbbing shaft, and the buoyant blonde hair flow down to frame her face.
She inhaled deeply and smelled his musky scent.
He watched her and asked, "Do I smell different than your husband?"
"Yes. Mmmm. You smell more of the forest and the earth."
"That's all those cotton fields my ancestors worked in for you folks," he joked, half-seriously.
She touched the tip of her white nose to the tip of his black shaft. She lovingly nudged the different-colored appendages together several times.
He found this very erotic. Pam had never done this to him before-and she usually thought of everything.
Donna let the shaft slip down to the space between her nose and her upper lip. She gently planted a kiss on his pee hole.
"Hey! That's right. You're a natural at this. Are you sure that you've never given your hubby a blow job?"
"No. Never."
He turned and asked Fred, who was watching, "Has she?"
"She's telling the truth," he replied. "She's never done that with me."
"Maybe it's instinctive with the female gentler," Keith said. "Maybe women have a blow job gene which surfaces when they need to use it."
"That's silly," Donna laughed.
"Not really. Babies instinctively know how to suck on their mother's nipples, don't they?"
"That's different."
"No it isn't. Just pretend that my dick's a big dark nipple that contains a warm liquid drink if you suck on it long enough. Go on. Wrap those lovely pink lips around my shaft and nurse me like an infant would."
She placed both lips upon the organ and began to oval her mouth.
"Yes. That's it!" he exclaimed. "Indeed, you are a natural."
"Mmmmph!" she replied with her mouth stuffed. "Don't worry about answering me, just do as I say."
"Mmmmph!"
"Now extend your tongue and moisten that part of the shaft which is already in your mouth." She did as she was told.
"That's very good. Gently bite into the flesh with your front teeth. But remember-not too hard."
She bit into him several times and removed her mouth. "How was that?" she asked.
"Good. Except that a well experienced fellatrix never takes her mouth off of the penis. Keep your lips on the organ at all times."
"Wait a minute. I have to catch my breath sometime."
"You learn to breathe through your nose, silly."
"Like me," said Pam from between Donna's widespread thighs.
Keith pointed to his wife and said, "See. She's learned how to eat and talk at the same time. That's what you've got to do."
Within only a matter of moments, the two couples had a foursome going. Fred was drilling into Pam's olive- complexioned rear end. Pam was lapping away at Donna's blonde-fringed hole. Donna was avidly sucking on Keith's black cock. And Keith was alternately playing with Pam's and Donna's breasts, feeling and comparing, stroking and tweaking.
They all fucked and sucked, and sucked and fucked, until they literally wore themselves out.
In the end, they all admitted that they had learned a great deal from the experience.
Keith had learned that extramarital sex had heightened his appreciation for his wife. He had enjoyed using Donna's blonde and fair-skinned little body, but Pam was still the woman for him. Without her, he would be nothing. Donna however, was a nice treat. He would enjoy screwing her regularly in the future, for they had all agreed to spend Fridays and Saturdays having pool parties together.
Fred had learned that a woman should be allowed to experiment sexually. If she didn't, she ran the risk of becoming bored, and having her marriage become stale. He loved his wife with all his heart, and nothing could replace her. Still, he found Pam to be a scrumptious sexual tigress, which he hoped his wife would increasingly emulate. From the looks of things, it appeared that Pam would be a willing teacher.
Pam had learned that not all white guys were dorks. Even though Fred could never replace her Keith, he was nice, fun, and a pleasant sexual partner. And his smaller size and body mass meant that she could attempt a few positions that she couldn't with Keith because he was so large. Most importantly, Fred would come in handy when she needed both of her holes filled. It would be nice to have two penises burrowing into her at the same time instead of one.
Donna, of course, had learned the most of all. She had finally learned that racial prejudice was ridiculous. Since she had now opened up to the full range of sexual experience, she realized that black men could just as easily fill her needs as whites. Still, she wasn't about ready to invite the local pro basketball team over to ball her. After all, now in the 1990's there were too many venereal diseases floating around for the Era of Free Love to return. She would have to be satisfied with Keith. But what a lucky break to live next door to a handsome black man with a twelve-inch dick, a six- inch tongue, and a beautiful bisexual wife.
She had also learned not to limit the act of love to men. Pam had provided her with a thrill which she never dreamed possible. Whenever she saw the lovely brunette, or thought of her, her vagina would ooze a droplet of moisture and her labia would twitch with anticipation.
There was little doubt that from now on she would be a sexually satisfied woman and that Springdale would always be her home.