Chapter 3
Keith Stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water. There wasn't anything he liked better than a nice warm relaxing shower after a hard day's work. The only thing better was having sex with Pam.
As the warm water began splashing against his chest he started to think. He realized that he was the luckiest man alive. He was married to a woman who had a magnificent body, and wasn't afraid to use it. Not in the slightest. In fact, she had such an insatiable sexual hunger that she frequently wore him out trying to quench it.
He began laughing as he lathered beneath his arms. Who would have believed that he would someday marry a white woman? Shit! No one from the old neighborhood, that's for sure. That was something that only Hollywood blacks did, like Sammy Davis Jr., and Sidney Poitier. Moreover, who would have believed that he would be deliriously happy with his marriage? He once swore that he'd remain single forever and never take a marriage vow.
"Ha!" he laughed aloud. "It just goes to show that you can't foretell the future."
He thought of how giving Pam was. The only thing she asked in return was plenty of sex, and that was something he was always willing to provide for a pretty lady-white or black.
He had really lucked out. Most white women were ball- busters. Some of them weren't happy unless they had a man's nuts in a vise and his dick in a bear trap. Yet, there was a lot of irony about them. The lovely ones seemed to be born with chastity belts, whereas the ugly ones seemed to born wirh their legs at a 180 degree angle.
He bet that new neighbor had a hang-up about sex. Blondes who looked that wholesome usually did. Too bad, because she would be a choice little fuck. He found the idea of screwing her immensely appealing. It had been a long time since he had nailed a blonde. But then, Pam always took care of all of his sexual needs.
As he began lathering the soap over his massive black body, he heard the door to the bathroom open. He had a hunch that it might be his wife. It was time for her afternoon fuck and he hadn't given her one yet.
He saw the silhouette of her body through the sliding glass door and waited for her customary entrance.
She was still wearing a terry-cloth robe when she opened the partition to the shower and asked, "Taking a shower, huh. Can I join you?"
"Of course," he replied. "Feel free to jump in anytime."
Pam removed her robe and placed it on the clothes hook. She stepped into the shower and said jokingly, "Oh my! There's a darkie in my bathtub! Oh dear me! What should I do! What should I do!"
He teased her by saying, "Spread your thighs and open wide; I'm here to give you a big surprise."
She looked down and saw his massive erection which was sticking upward at a sixty degree angle. "Is that for me, or did you grow that for our new neighbor?" she asked as she reached down and caressed it.
Keith smiled. "It's for you. But I have to be honest. I was thinking of her just before you came in here."
"I don't blame you," Pam said, as she let the warm water splash against her large breasts. "She's very pretty. Sort of like the All-American Girl type, wouldn't you say?"
"You're telling me," he replied. "I didn't think that girls like that existed anymore. I thought they went out with the poodle skirt of the fifties."
Pam turned around and faced him as she got completely under the spray. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, looked into his eyes, and said with a husky and sensual voice, "You'd like to get her into the sack, wouldn't you?"
He looked at his wife's magnificent body and replied, "You know it. But I wouldn't risk losing anyone as lovely and as wonderful as you."
She laughed as she planted a kiss on his ebony cheek. "That's very sweet, but did you realize that she referred to you as a 'nigger' when she first saw you?
He winced at the mention of the word. It was one of the ugliest terms in any language. He rubbed the soap between his thighs and lathered his testicles. "It doesn't surprise me. I suspected as much when she wouldn't shake my hand. Too bad. It just goes to show you that some white folks- including some white women-have a long way to go before they overcome their superiority complex."
Pam reached for his erection and asked, "I hope that you don't think I'm a racist."
"Hardly," he laughed. "Any woman who goes after dark meat like you, suffers from nymphomania, not racism."
She reached between his thighs and weighed his enormous testicles. She loved the way that they felt in her hands. They were like round billiard balls appropriately located beneath a mighty cue stick. "Are you implying that I fuck a lot?" she asked, teasingly.
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" he said with a smile.
"Well, I hope that you aren't complaining," she said as she stroked his manhood.
He leaned forward and kissed her fully on the lips. He loved this woman with all his heart. "The last thing that I would ever complain about is your unbridled passion. You're the best woman in the world, and the best lover of all time."
She hugged him tightly beneath the spray and said, "That doesn't mean that you wouldn't like a little variety, does it?"
He smiled. "Just exactly what do you have in mind?"
Pam took the head of his penis and lovingly stroked it. She then placed it in the cleft of her vagina and began working it up and down. "That little blonde neighbor of ours looks like she needs a lesson in black-and-white integration, wouldn't you say?" With her right hand she spread her cuntal lips wide and with her left she aimed the black spear at her very core.
"I suppose so, but you're the one that's going to have to be the instigator of any swapping plan." He looked down at the sight of black flesh plunging into white. The thought of doing this same thing with the new neighbor excited him. He really did want to spear that shapely blonde.
"Leave it to me, honey," Pam said as she spread her thighs on either side of his and slowly lowered her body down the length of his shaft. "I think I know how I'm going to accomplish it."
"How's that?" he asked as he wormed into her.
"You got a look at that husband of hers, didn't you?"
"Yea. So what?"
"Well, he practically had his tongue hanging out when he was looking at me."
"That's understandable. You're a terrific looking broad."
"No, no, it wasn't like that. It was more like the poor fellow was starving for sex."
"So, are you're saying that it's time for both of us to have a little extramarital affair?"
"Yes. Your birthday's coming up next week and I thought that this would be a good present."
"Holy shit! Talk about a birthday gift. I couldn't even purchase something like that at Nieman-Marcus."
"They seem like the perfect couple for us."
As Keith slid his way into her he said, "Imagine, my wife is going to seduce a white man. Will miracles never cease?"
She giggled and replied, "I'm only doing it so that you can get a crack at that lovely little blonde. I want to see what she looks like with a twelve inch black cock shoved up her tight little cunt."
"She'll probably die," he said.
"I doubt that. Any woman can handle a big dick if she allows her vagina time to adjust. I managed, didn't I?"
"I don't mean that," Keith said. "She sounds a like a tacist. How do you know that she'll agree to having sex with me?"
"You leave that to me. I'll work out those details before she comes over here. But I don't think I'll have much trouble with her. I'd say that she's very curious about your dark meat"
"Are you serious?" he laughed.
"Hey! I bet she's over there right now wondering if what they say about black men is true. I bet it's driving her nuts trying to guess how long your dick is."
"Pam, either you're an outstanding detective, or you have an incredibly dirty mind."
As she shoved her pelvis back and forth in time with his thrusts, she said, "Probably the latter. Ever since I first met you at that jazz festival I think of nothing but black cocks entering white cunts -especially mine." She paused for a second before asking, "Remember the first time that we did it, darling?"
"How could I forget? You were the most beautiful white chick that I had ever laid eyes upon. I thought that you had jumped right off of the pages of "Penthouse" or "Playboy". And to think, you were attracted to me."
"Hey! You were the most attractive man there, black or white."
"Hell!" he teased. "You were just in the market for black cock."
"I admit that I liked it, but I didn't love it until I had yours."
He jabbed a couple of lengthy strokes into and out of her vagina before asking, "Do you love me, or just my twelve inch penis?"
She made undulating circles with her hips, rotating her cunt upon his cock. "At first, it was just this magnificent organ which is presently providing me with such exquisite pleasure, but now it's everything about you." She kissed the tip of his broad black nose for emphasis.
"Such as?"
She giggled and said, "I also love your coconut-sized balls and the large amount of sperm that they contain."
Keith began banging away with powerful strokes. "Why you!" he exclaimed with a smile as he thrust into and out of her. "I could say that I only love your tight white cunt and your lovely white tits."
"As much as you use them, I think that you do." She stuck het tongue out and crossed her eyes to show that she was kidding.
The time for conversation had ceased. Serious fucking in a shower stall required mental effort and concentration. He held her rightly and began pounding into her furiously- just the way she liked it. He loved the way she screwed her pelvis around in large circles. Before he met her, he never knew that a woman could do that with her body. So many of them were about as agile as a wet tuna.
Pam said that she didn't know anything about sex until she started dating black athletes. They had such well- developed muscles that she decided to develop hers. And the most important muscles on a woman are those related to the pelvic region.
In only a matter of a few months, she was a bona fide sexual acrobat with one of the most limber pelvises in Springdale. In time she wanted more than just another physically fit black track star. She wanted a well-hung black stud who could match her sexual calisthenics.
She had found her Prince Charming in Keith. He was the best hung lover she had ever had, and the one with the most intelligence and gentleness. She had it all! A great provider, a great friend, and a great lover. She loved him dearly and would do anything to keep him happy-including some things he didn't even expect.
Keith saw that her orgasm was rapidly approaching. She was clutching him tighter and with more urgency. She had molded her flesh to his torso so that there wasn't any space separating them.
He decided to increase his tempo. His lunges were lifting her bodily off of the floor.
"Unnh! Unnh!" she gasped. "Just a little harder and a...unnh! Little deeper!" she advised.
He did as she asked, driving all the way up info her until he was knocking the air out of her lungs.
"Unnnnnnh!" she moaned as she thrust her hips forward with a mighty shove to meet his.
The time had come. He squeezed the last fraction of his penis into her and held it in place.
That did it!
They achieved their umpteenth thousandth orgasm during the course of their long and magnificent relationship. She was happy. He was happy. The afternoon fuck was out of the way. Now it was time to get ready for the evening fuck.