Chapter 5
Pam Was Sitting beside the pool wearing only a very scant bikini. She saw Donna and Fred approach and said, "Well, there you are, darling. I thought you'd never get here."
"Hello," said Donna, doing her best to be polite.
Pam couldn't get over her attractiveness. She could have been a model if she wanted to. New York agencies would pay a small fortune for a lovely body like that attached to an innocent face- complete with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful smile. She was the very image of purity and wholesomeness. Well, before the evening would end, Pam would find out how innocent this savory looking morsel really was.
She got up and shook Donna's hand, and then turned and kissed Fred on the cheek. "Welcome to our backyard. It's nice to have you here." She was immediately struck by how small he was compared to her Keith. Fie seemed more like a boy than a man.
Just then, Keith stepped out onto the patio, waved at the guests, and walked over to greet them. He shook Fred's hand, and then leaned forward and planted a kiss on Donna's pink cheek.
She was utterly flabbergasted! In her entire life she had never had any intimate contact with a negro. None! Never! How dare he! He had taken advantage of her when she wasn't expecting it. Her honor her been sullied. It was a good thing that the only witness to the incident was her husband. And he was too busy looking at Pam to take any notice of what had happened to her.
She decided not to display her outrage. She didn't want to start things off badly with her new neighbors. Not with a thirty year mortgage. Besides, she and her husband were living in a different part of the country now. Maybe that's the way they did things in Springdale. Or, maybe Keith was so used to kissing white women that he thought nothing of it. After all, he had married one.
As her outrage subsided, she began to concentrate on the kiss itself. She realized that she had experienced something of a delicious thrill when his lips had touched her cheek. A little electric jolt had spread outward from the point of contact to numerous areas of her body. Her fingers, her toes, and even her tummy were all tingling.
Maybe it was Keith's tremendous size which so impressed her. He was so large compared to her Fred. He seemed to stand as tall as a skyscraper, or a redwood, towering over everyone else in the backyard. And he was big, having big muscles, and big arms, and big shoulders. His legs were big. His hands were big. His feet were big. She blushed when she began wondering if he were big everywhere.
Pam saw the rosy color rise on Donna's cheeks and knew what she was thinking about. She smiled. Every woman was alike. They were always curious about the size of her husband's penis.
She didn't waste any time in implementing her plan. She took Fred by the arm and sat him at the picnic table. She then sat next to him. This arrangement would insure that Keith and Donna would be required to sit together, or at least stand and become better acquainted.
Donna watched the voluptuous brunette stroll to the other side of the yard with Fred. She seemed ill-at-ease without the comforting reassurance of his presence. She especially didn't like the idea of spending time with a black man alone. But she had no choice. This was a social get- together and she had to make the best the situation.
Keith realized that she was nervous in his presence, so didn't immediately approach her. Instead, he busied himself making the drinks. He wanted to make certain that hers was extra strong.
Meanwhile, things were proceeding apace at the picnic table.
"So, Fred, how do you like my little swimsuit?" Pam asked as she removed her wraparound towel.
He looked down and saw that the swimsuit was nothing more than a G-string. Nearly her entire, incredibly gorgeous body was exposed to his view.
My god! he thought. What a truly magnificent creature!
She saw that he was admiring her tits and occasionally glancing down to the space between her shapely thighs. She asked him again, "How do you like my swimsuit?"
For some odd reason, he couldn't respond. He didn't know what to say. Words were failing him.
Since he didn't immediately respond to her question, she spoke his thoughts aloud. "Yes. My breasts are rather large, aren't they? I wear a 38-C cup."
He gulped. The direction of his gaze had been detected. He didn't quite know how to respond, so he simply said, "Er...yea...you really do have ... uh large ... breasts."
She smiled seductively and said, "Frankly, I think my Keith likes your wife's a little more than he likes mine. Just look at him over there. Why, he's staring at her breasts as if he'd never seen tits before."
Fred turned and saw that Keith was gazing down Donna's cleavage as he offered her a drink. His wife seemed uncomfortable with the attention, but then, she never liked being stared at by anyone.
Fred didn't know what to think of the situation. If this were the Old South, he'd probably be obligated to go over and shoot a black man fot looking that lecherously at a married white woman. But this was a new age, and a new town. Besides, why should he be angry at Keith for ogling Donna, when he himself was ogling Pam?
At that very instant Pam whispered in his ear, "Keith's probably interested in Donna because she offers a little variety-if you know what I mean?"
Fred's eyes lit with curiosity as he turned to face the beautiful brunette. Was she hinting at something, which he would love to participate in? A little wife-swap perhaps. Hmmm. The night would be interesting. He decided to let things proceed apace to see what would happen.
Meanwhile, across the yard, Donna was having a great deal of difficulty adjusting to the fact that she was virtually alone with a negro. She felt nervousness along with fear.
Keith was playing it cool. He would have to work slowly and methodically, remaining suave the whole time. "So, tell me about yourself," he asked. "How old are you?"
"Come now," she replied with a smile. "A woman isn't supposed to give away her age."
"A beautiful woman like you can't be more than twenty-five."
"Well, you're wrong. I am. By a few years anyway."
"I can't believe it!" he exclaimed. "I've made it a habit to gage a person's age by his or her skin. But yours is so beautiful that I can't tell a thing."
She relaxed a little and said, "I try to avoid the sun as much as possible. Too many ultraviolet rays can age a person's skin prematurely."
"As you can see," he replied, "I don't need to worry about the sun." He pointed to his muscular forearm.
She caught the gist of the joke and chuckled. "Yes, I see what you mean."
Long ago, Keith had learned that the first giggle or chuckle was the most important moment. It set the tone for everything which happened during the course of a conversation. "How about another martini?" he asked.
"I'm really not a heavy drinker."
"Oh c'mon. Be social. Another isn't going to hurt you."
"Well. Okay. I guess so." She always worried about doing the right thing, socially. After all, she had grown up in the upper middle class where social status meant everything.
While Keith poured another drink, she looked over and saw her husband talking to the voluptuous Pam. It was incredible how good the two of them were getting along. It was almost as if they had been lifelong friends. Pam even had her hand on his shoulder and seemed to be massaging it with her fingers. Donna thought that the brunette was being overly intimate for a simple conversation.
Keith handed her another martini and she began to sip. She reclined in a lawn chair and he sat across from her. She looked over at Keith and noticed his face. She hadn't seen him this close before so she let her eyes linger on his chiseled cheeks, the authoritative eyes, and the angular jaw. Even the flaring nostrils suggested something of unearthly manliness that her Fred lacked.
But most impressive, was the physique of the man. He was so large and muscular that he resembled a Mr. America or a Mr. Universe. She was struck by the fact that he didn't have any fat. He seemed to be composed of only skin, tendons, and muscle. And his dark sheen highlighted the muscles that much more.
She was also impressed by his large chest. It was magnificent. It appeared to have been sculpted onto black marble by a Greek sculptor for all posterity to admire. She looked lower and noticed that through the terry-cloth pullover his abdomen was a washboard of muscles, so well- developed that she yearned to reach over and feel the horizontal lines with her fingertips.
Her Fred had tried to develop a muscular abdomen, but he never managed to acquire the washboard look of Keith's. Fred was in shape, but nothing like the black man sitting across from her.
She looked a little bit lower and realized that Keith must possess some incredible sexual equipment. The testicles filled the entire bathing trunks as if he had a pair of coconuts in there. And from the suggestive outline of the penis, it looked as if a huge Polish sausage had been doubled in half and stuffed in hi.s briefs.
Wow! she thought. I wonder how Pam takes that thing into her body! He's enormous! And he's still in the flaccid state. Imagine how large he must be when he's erect. Holy smoke!
For some strange reason, she started to feel a slight tingle between her thighs. Down there between her vaginal lips, a droplet of moisture was starting to ooze from her cunt. She couldn't believe herself. How could she possible be turned on by a black man.' She tried to subdue her feelings. They weren't normal for a transplanted Southern belle.
Donna finished her martini quickly, but Keith immediately poured another.
"Ah!" he said. "I knew you'd like my martinis. Here. Have another. The party's just beginning."
There was something suggestive in his tone of voice, but she let the remark pass. She again looked over at Pam and Fred, both of whom were having a very good time. Too good of time. They were both chuckling and occasionally whispering in each other's ear.
Fred was feeling quite giddy. He let his eyes wander freely over Pam's body now-from her high forehead, to her sexy ankles, and always stopped to admire the big tits. He couldn't get enough of them nor her olive complexion.
She kept asking, "So tell me, Fred. Whose titties do you like better? Mine or your wife's?"
To be courteous he would say, "I think yours are absolutely adorable. Of course, I love my wife's, but wow! You've got some beauties."
"Would you like to seem them without this bathing suit?" she teased.
"Shit! Would I ever. I'd give anything."
"Sweet man. Maybe in a little while I can give you a little show. We'll all go skinny-dipping. The four of us. What do you think of that?"
"That sounds nice. But I don't think Donna will go for it."
"Maybe she will, Fred. You can never tell about women."
He could tell something about them. Pam had placed her hand on his thigh and was playing with the tiny hairs on his leg. She seemed to have no inhibitions about touching him, whatsoever. Maybe there really was going to be a wife-swap!
Halfway through the third martini, Donna was starting to get light-headed. She was feeling good, but her mental faculties were slightly out of sync. They weren't working at the same acuteness that she was used to.
Nevertheless, the alcohol had served to relax her. She yawned and stretched her hands above her head. She closed her eyes for only a second, but soon felt a hand on her thighs. She looked down and noticed that Keith's palms were sliding up and down her legs. And incredibly, they occasionally slid between them. She wanted to protest, but for some odd reason it felt absolutely delicious.
Things really became interesting when he whispered in her ear, "You know, I'd love to see what you look like completely nude. Have you ever gone skinny-dipping before? Why don't we try it, huh?"
She should have been shocked by this request, but instead she laughed. "Me? Go skinny-dipping. You must be joking. I couldn't possibly do something like that."
"Aw come on. Loosen up a little. We're neighbors. You might as well enjoy the pool."
"My goodness. No."
"Donna, I bet that you have the prettiest titties this side of the Mason-Dixon line. Anybody ever tell you that?"
She blushed deeply. She realized that she was discussing a very intimate subject with a black man. "No. I bet there's a lot of women with breasts prettier than mine."
He smiled broadly and said, "Well, there's only one way to tell. Why don't we have a titty comparison contest between you and Pam?"
"Oh Keith! Really. I couldn't possibly."
He snapped his fingers, thus indicating to Pam that the secret word had been passed. She turned her head and shouted, "Did someone suggest a titty-comparison contest?"
Donna bit her lower lip. She couldn't believe that she'd been overheard. She worried that Pam would kill her for discussing such an intimate subject with her husband.
Instead, Pam exclaimed, "Why not! I'll put my titties up against anybody's anyday. C'mon Donna. Let's show these men."
The blonde was flabbergasted. She didn't know what to say. Now she knew that she had drunk too much. Things like this weren't supposed to happen.
"C'mon!" Pam repeated. "Let's show these men exactly what kind of equipment we've got."
"I really don't think I should," said Donna.
"C'mon." Pam was already standing up and removing one strap.
Fred, sympathized with his wife, but wasn't about ready to stop the proceedings. No way. No how. If it meant that she had to remove her bikini top and appear nude, well so be it. She needed a little loosening up anyway. The experience would do her good.
Pam's straps dropped down from her lovely shoulders. And inch by inch the tops of her magnificent breasts were revealed. Slowly the aureola appeared, and then the nipples themselves. She lowered her top as provocatively and as seductively as possible, making sure that Fred had the best seat in the house.
When the breasts were completely revealed, Keith poked Fred in the ribs and asked, "What do you think? Nice pair, eh?"
Fred gulped. They were everything that he could have ever hoped for. Large. Firm. Without any sag whatsoever. Just yearning to be touched, begging to be licked, hungering to be sucked. Moreover, they had no suntan lines. Just as he had suspected, she was unafraid to sunbathe in the nude.
He especially liked the large aureola and nipples. They were appropriate on her large breasts and seemed to be staring him right in the eyes. They looked like headlights- large brown headlights.
He was surprised to hear Keith say, "Go ahead. Touch them. They're real. Honest."
Fred's heart was in his throat. His stomach was all butterflies and quivery. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to feel those breasts. But how could he? His wife was standing only a few feet away. He looked at her, and then back at Pam. And then from Pam, back to his wife.
Donna appeared to be slightly drunk and was having some trouble standing on her feet. This was so unlike her. She very seldom drank too much at a party or a social gathering. As a matter of fact, she could hold liquor better than he could.
He looked back at Pam and noticed that she was smiling and luring him on-as were the breasts-as were the nipples.
He again looked at his wife, seeking some sort of approval, but she had a glazed, tipsy expression on her face which was a mixture of happiness and being stoned.
He turned his attention back to Pam's breasts. He noticed that she had moved het hand up to the left nipple and was gently tweaking it. He decided to go ahead feel the type of breast which he had been dreaming about since puberty.
The breasts were drawing him closer, as if they contained a tractor beam. The nipples were casting a magic spell on him, as if they were a pair of ruby eyes. In a happy trance, he lifted his arms, extended his hands, and gently squeezed.
She giggled at the first contact. "Ooo! You have nice hands. I like that."
He felt like a schoolboy. He never realized that another woman's breast flesh could be so tantalizing. He squeezed again, and again, and again. He pretended that he was playing with firm bread dough. He was kneading, petting, and stroking-satisfying a lifetime fantasy.
"You like them, don't you?" she asked.
He could only nod his head in agreement.
"You can play with them all you want," she said. She then turned to Donna and said with a smile. "Okay. It's your turn next. C'mon, let's see those titties."
Donna felt a combination of shame and exhilaration. The alcohol had numbed her senses. If she were still living in her small Southern town she would have walked away in anger from the scene in front of her. But things were different here. Her husband was behaving differently than he had ever before. And the black man didn't seem like such a bad fellow. He just seemed like a normal man. Albeit, a very large and very handsome one.
Her hand drifted to her shoulder and lingered for a moment or two. Should she, or shouldn't she? She knew that she shouldn't remove her top, but for some reason the game seemed harmless. Besides, her husband should be the one to complain, bur he was too busy feeling up Pam.
Donna was sure that things wouldn't get out of hand. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
She lowered her straps, and just as Pam had done, seductively wiggled her titties out of the confines of the swimming suit. The two grapefruit sized breasts plopped free, and the perky little nipples sprang to life for everyone to see.
Pam looked at them and said, "Goodness. Those are pretty little things. They're just the right size for playing with." She turned to Fred and asked, "Do you play with them often, honey?"
The word "honey" mildly shocked him. No one other than his wife had ever called him that. Of course, he had never played with another woman's breasts, either. He smiled and said, "Yea. I guess so. Sure I play with them.
Keith immediately reached forward and began fingering the underside of the right one. He moved his fingertip from the base of the breast to the aureola, to the nipple, and then trailed his finger back under to the initial spot of contact.
Donna didn't know how to respond. She gulped loudly and almost swallowed her tongue. Here was a black man fondling her beautiful white breasts. But he handled them with such finesse and such expertise that it didn't seem the least bit inappropriate. In fact, he was so agile and adept with his hands that she soon relaxed completely.
Donna noticed that her nipples had hardened into little diamond peaks and were straining outward with erotic anticipation. Her titties were sending sexual alarms throughout her body, coursing all the way down to her tummy, causing it to move in and out in excited little tremors, and then down further to that private chamber between her thighs.
She couldn't get over the fact that she had lived in Springdale for only a matter of a couple of days, and yet here she was exposing herself to a black man and his spouse. Things were certainly a lot different here than they were in her small Southern town.
Meanwhile, Fred started to bounce Pam's breasts as if they were bean hags, while Keith continued fondling Donna's. The degree of each man's sexual experience was quite evident by the way that they handled each woman's tits.
Keith was using his black hands like a masterful masseuse would, with soothing finesse, working to stimulate the entire body. Whereas Fred merely saw tits as appendages that should be bounced around for several hours.
When Pam heard Donna sigh with a loud audible, "Ahhhhh!" she knew that another phase of her plan could be implemented.