Chapter 6
Pam Suggested, "Okay, boy.. It's rime for you to remove your terrytops. Fair is fair. Everybody has to be topless."
In a matter of moments, everyone was.
With all four of them nude from the waist up, Pam made another suggestion. "Let's put on a little music and dance beside the pool. How about it?"
"That sounds great," replied Fred, still happy as a schoolboy. "Let's do that."
"However, there's only one rule," Pam replied.
"What's that?" asked Donna with a slight amount of concern in her voice.
"You can't dance with your spouse. Agreed."
Keith immediately said, "Agreed."
Fred and Donna looked at each other, but didn't say anything. After all, he was hungry for voluptuous Pam, and Donna was beginning to lose her inhibitions about standing topless in the presence of a black man.
Pam walked over and turned on the stereo. A soft melody with a distinctive sexual beat started drifting through the night air. She returned to Fred's side and wrapped her arms around his waist. She delicately mashed her breasts against his chest, wiggling her nipples against his chest hair in the process. "Mmm. I just love the feel of a hairy chest," she said. "As you can see, Keith doesn't have much."
Fred looked over and noted that she was correct: her husband didn't have very much chest hair. But he was covered with so many muscles that it really didn't matter. His manliness couldn't be questioned.
Fred loved the feel of Pam's large, firm breasts against his chest. They reminded him of warm water balloons having a little hard cherry in the middle. There was something exciting about having another woman's naked breasts rubbing against his flesh. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he came to the conclusion that variety truly did heighten the sexual experience.
Meanwhile, Donna sauntered over and stood directly in front of Keith. She looked up and saw his magnificently handsome black face and was eroticized by the presence of his chiseled muscular body. She had always appreciated muscles on a man, and Keith was a fine example of musculature and manhood combined together.
She stepped forward, just close enough to keep her nipples an inch or so away from his chest. But he took the initiative, stepping forward to mash his chest against her breasts.
"Oooh!" she gasped. Her rock-hard nipples tickled against his manly flesh, flashing a sexual charge downward to the base of her tummy.
He looked down and savored her delightful breasts, and then down lower to the bikini bottom that she wore. He knew that in only a matter of hours he would be plugging away at that sweet little blonde-haired cunt of hers with his mighty black shaft.
He chuckled to himself. Here was this little lady from the Deep South who was dancing topless for the first time in her life, and pressing her lovely white breasts against the flesh of a black man for the first time as well. Soon she would lower her last remaining defenses and thrill to the experience of her first black fuck. He couldn't wait to see her eyes round into blue little orbs of surprise when he shot a load of sperm into her tight little cunt. After all, the one thing that he never compromised on was withdrawing at the moment of release.
Donna figured that the best policy was: When in Rome do as the Romans do. She danced demurely, not sure what to do with her hands, so she kept them at her side. She was wearing only the briefest of bikini bottoms and trying very hard to stay a respectable distance away from Keith's well- packed briefs.
She looked over and saw that Pam and Fred were dancing closely and erotically. He had lowered his hand downward so that his palm cupped her shapely buttocks. And she, in turn, had her hands cupped around his. They were giggling laughing, and having a good time.
Pam whispered in his ear, "I can tell that you're enjoying this dance."
"How's that?" he asked.
"Because your pecker is getting stiff."
"I'm sorry," he said, apologizing and trying to pull away.
"Don't be. I like it stiff. In fact, it's got to be stiff for what we have in store later." She drew him even closer to her body and began grinding her pelvis against his with unmistakable sexual interest. "Do you like that?" she asked.
"That's a foolish question, silly girl. There isn't a man on this planet who wouldn't."
"I bet you wouldn't say that if you were dancing with our other neighbor."
"Why? Is she a dog?"
"Yep. A real ugly bow-wow."
"Remind me not to attend any of her pool parties," he replied.
"You're a very good dancer. What else are you good at?" she asked suggestively while fitting her crotch more snuggly against his.
"I'm good at a lot of things, but I feel that there's always room for improvement."
"Isn't that interesting," she said teasingly. "I'm good at a lot of things too. I bet there's a few things that we could do together."
He broke into a broad grin. "I'm very sure of it," he replied as he experimentally thrust his pelvis forward, testing to see if there would be a like response.
He was glad to feel that there was.
On the other side of the pool Donna was still dancing with Keith. She felt his hands on her back and on her shoulder blades, hugging her closer to him. And then, the large hands drifted down to her lower back.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You have a magnificent body, Donna. You should display more of it."
She merely replied, "Thank you. I'm glad that you like it. I try to keep it in shape by eating the right foods, getting plenty of fresh air, and walking the straight and narrow path."
"Good for you. I'm glad that there's women like you doing the right thing all the time."
She giggled. "I'm not sure that dancing topless is the right thing."
"Oh nonsense. This is the 1990's, not the Deep South of the 1950's anymore."
She smiled. "You know, my husband said those exact same words to me before we came out here. Isn't that a coincidence?"
He decided to place some extra emphasis on the statement. "It's more than a coincidence, Donna. I think that it's prophetic."
She stopped her dancing and looked up into his eyes. "Do you really think so? Truly?"
He narrowed his eyes and looked at her levelly. He said in his best soothsayer voice, "I sense that you're a very special person, sent for a very special purpose. I sense that many things will be revealed to you tonight, provided that you allow events to unfold as they should."
He bent down and kissed her fully on the lips. He didn't want her asking too many questions about his mysterious soothsayer routine. Talking was the worst possible way to spend time with a beautiful woman. If she wanted to talk about cosmic meanings, she could do it later with her legs spread wide. They could discuss the cosmic meaning of interracial fucking.
She felt the large lips touch hers. She hadn't been kissed by another man other than her husband since her wedding day. And she had never been kissed by a man of another race.
Mmmm. She relaxed and enjoyed it. The taste of his lips was exotic, and made her hunger to taste him elsewhere.
She kept wondering why she was behaving this way. Was she on the way to becoming a slut? She had always wanted to experiment sexually, but she had never contemplated any scenario like this.
And yet, it was thrilling! It was exciting! Something naughty was taking place in the backyard and she didn't want to stop it and walk away. Besides, Keith said that the universe would be revealed to her tonight. That was reason enough to stay.
He had lowered his hands to her shapely buttocks and was squeezing her lower torso against his. He sensed that the time was right to begin pressing home the point.
Uh oh! She could feel it. His penis was beginning to distend and grow hard against her lower belly. Right there beneath her abdomen and above her vagina. Right on ground zero of her clitoris. If she kept dancing close ro him, she would definitely get turned-on and possibly lose all control of her sensibilities. A penis burrowing against her clit always turned her into a wanton woman.
Compounding the problem was the fact that she had one of the most sensitive clits in existence. All she had to do was touch it with her finger and she could bring herself off. And here she was, having her pubic region manipulated by another man's penis. Worse yet-by a negro's hardening shaft.
And yet, she wasn't afraid of him anymore. She wanted it touched. And she was starting to want much more.
At that moment, Pam looked over and realized that the time had come to proceed to the next stage of the plan. She shouted, "Okay. Now that we've had a display of our upper bodies, lets have a little inspection of the lower half. Come on. It's time to go all the way and discard those last vestiges of clothing."
Donna's mind was a blur. Was this the way the universe would unfold itself to her.' Surely the simple act of disrobing wasn't a cosmic event. But then, maybe it was! After all, Adam and Eve even got their nudity mentioned in the Bible!
She turned and watched Pam lower the bottom half of her bikini down her long legs. The brunette beauty seemed to be taking an extremely long time. But then, Donna noticed that everything seemed to be occurring in slow motion. Even when Pam kicked the bikini away with her exit it seemed like an NFL Slo-Mo replay. And when she saw Pam standing before her completely nude, it seemed perfectly natural and appropriate.
Fred looked at the brunette and exclaimed, "Wow! You really do have an all-over sun-tan."
She giggled and said, "It takes a lot of hours lying in this back yard on a beach towel to get my body like this." She turned around slowly so that he could see all of her.
He feasted his eyes on her nudity. She had a darker complexion than his wife and it was thrilling to note the differences in the size of the breasts and the shape of the hips. Even the shape of the belly was different-equally erotic, but in a different way.
Keith stepped over and put an arm around her. He said, "She is one magnificent looking creature, isn't she?" With his right hand wrapped around her shoulders, he pointed with his left and said, "Look at these breasts and this firm, flat tummy. And look at this. Her vagina is just gorgeous, don't you think?"
Fred was shaking his head approvingly. It was like Keith was presenting her at a slave auction, with each individual part highlighted and commented upon for a higher bid.
Fred was most impressed by her symmetry. For a large woman this was truly amazing. Most had bodies which were not symmetrical-something sagged somewhere. It could be a breast, both breasts, or the ass. But not on Pam. Not in the slightest.
Remarkably, she didn't seem to mind the auction block type of presentation. She relished it. After a while, she smiled and said, "Come on, Donna. It's time for you to display your wares."
Donna hesitated a second, and then slowly slipped her hand beneath the bikini bottom and began drawing them down ever so slightly. She looked up at her husband, and then over at Pam. Rut she couldn't bring herself to look at the black visage of Keith. For some reason, she knew that she would be extremely turned on if she saw him watching her.
She closed her eyes and drew the panties down her firm thighs. Inch by scrumptious inch, until they got to her kneecaps, where they fell on their own. She felt a rush of cool air against her coiffured bush, and the rustle of her tiny pubic hairs.
Fred walked over and held her the same way that Keith had held Pam. "Well, here she is. Here's my little darling."
She managed a slight smile, but didn't know if it was appropriate.
Pam whistled and said, "Mmm. You've got a lovely body. You truly do keep in remarkably good shape."
The comment made her day. She had worked so hard trying to get her body into superb condition. At long last it was appreciated by someone. Maybe there was something good to say about nudity after all.
Keith looked at her naked body as well. He normally didn't like white women who didn't have a tan, but her skin was even and blemish free. Nothing marred her beauty. She looked like the girl next door who was displaying her nakedness for the very first time. Sort of like Eve stepping out of the Garden of Eden. And she had the cutest little pussy that he had ever seen.
Pam looked at it and asked, "Donna. Do you give your pussy a haircut?"
She blushed. "Yes. I like to keep it looking neat."
"Why didn't I ever think of that!" Pam exclaimed. "That's a terrific idea."
Donna started feeling better about her nudity. In fact, she was very proud of the lovely little bush between her thighs. She started speaking about it in detail. "I like to trim it every other day to keep away any unsightly hairs. I also wash it with the best conditioner that I can buy to keep it soft."
Keith realized that this was a clue. He immediately stepped forward and said, "Really? Can I touch it?"
Donna, who was always ready to present her coiffured cuts for appraisal, thrust her pubis forward and said, "Sure. Have a feel." After all, she was very proud of her pussy.
Keith stepped close, lowered his hand, and slowly petted the inside of her thigh. "Hmm. You also very smooth legs. I like that on a woman."
Waves of pleasure were rippling through her body, emanating outward from the point of contact.
Fred looked over and couldn't believe how erotic the sight was of a black man feeling between his wife's shapely white thighs. He watched the black hand move upward and gently cup the beautiful little blonde patch. It rubbed over and along the Mound of Venus, softly touching it, gently stroking it, and feeling it.
Pam cuddled close to Fred and whispered in his ear, "It's exciting watching another man touch your wife, isn't it?"
"Yes," he replied with a noticeable shortness of breath. "I never knew that it could be like this."
While the black index finger tickled below, the thumb slipped along the crease of the pussy. As if commenting about the handling of a new automobile, Keith said, "It's got a real nice feel to it, all right."
"Thank you," she replied.
He could feel her inner recesses were already moist with feminine secretions, proving that she was excited by the proceedings. He ran his index finger along its length and dipped his forefinger into her liquid depths.
The alcohol had gotten to Donna. She was feeling good about everything taking place around her. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds and her breath was coming in short little gasps. With each passing moment she was becoming more sexually aroused.
She hated to admit it, but she had never been this turned on with Fred. Perhaps it was because marriage inhibited true sexual liberation and fulfillment. Maybe it was only outside the confines of matrimony that a woman could have her physical needs satisfied. Maybe that's what the great hedonistic and pagan civilizations of the ancient world had learned. Maybe that's why adultery persisted alongside matrimony, and prostitutes were always within walking distance of an altar.
Her mind was beginning to accept the inevitable. She relaxed her body and enjoyed the physical sensations of having a masterful hand probe at her sensitive groin.
Mmmm! It felt delicious.
Pam saw that Donna was almost ready for her initiation into interracial sex. But she was an expert on these types of situations and was aware that one shouldn't push matters. A woman's sexual gratification should not be rushed. Too many men forced matters, and as a consequence wound up with cruel frigid bitches who faked orgasms and merely dallied in the mechanics of sex.
"C'mon everybody," she called. "Let's sit down at the picnic table. Oh! And Donna, I want you to sit next to me." She knew that the men would become sexually excited by the vision of two naked honeys sitting directly across from them.
Donna didn't want the manual inspection of her pussy to cease because she was enjoying it so. But she figured that it was probably a good thing. After all, she needed a few moments to relax and catch her breath. She reluctantly followed Keith to the picnic table.
She sat across from Keith while Pam sat across from Fred. The table had a glass tabletop so everyone could see each other's genitals. Fred was having the time of his life surveying Pam's body. And she was providing him with an excellent view of her entire crotch. In fact, she sat so that her pubic region was thrust forward slightly. And to make sure that everything was clearly visible, she spread her tan thighs slightly.
Fred didn't know whether to watch her lovely cunt or gaze at her beautiful tits, which hung out nicely over the tabletop and jiggled delightfully when she laughed, giggled, or moved her arm.
Keith, in turn, admired Donna's succulent little body. He couldn't get over the tiny waist. He wondered if one could see the outline of a dick in her belly when she was being reamed. He would have to check that out once he slid his massive pole into her.
He looked lower and savored the sight of her pretty pussy. She was keeping her thighs close together in a meek attempt to keep it hidden. Bur he could see enough to make him salivate.
He had to admit that he liked the coiffured look. He would have to talk Pam into getting hers trimmed. Maybe later the women would oblige with a demonstration. It would certainly be an erotic sight. The lovely blonde, crotched over, sitting between the brunette's thighs, snipping away on her curly pubic hairs.
With that salacious thought in mind, it wasn't long before he began developing an erection. The organ rose to half-mast, and then three-quarters, and then above the level of his lap.
Donna looked over and watched it rise. She couldn't believe its size. It was already as large as a rolling pin and growing larger by the minute. His huge appendage just kept growing and growing and growing. Her blue eyes locked on the black tube of flesh, hypnotized by its enormity. When it was fully erect it looked like a Saturn V rocket standing up on a launch pad ready for blast-off. It was as big around as her wrist and nearly one foot in length. It looked like it contained a quart of blood and could squirt a pint of sperm.
Pam realized that she would have to draw Fred into the conversation to keep up his self-confidence. She frequently had to do this whenever Keith developed an erection in the presence of other men. After all, most were intimidated by such a monstrous piece of manhood.
In order to make certain that Fred also developed an erection, she reached down between her thighs and began petting her pussy. He watched her hand with keen interest and smiled. Within only a matter of seconds his organ began to rise. Of course, it was nothing compared with Keith's, but it wasn't a tadpole either.
When it was fully distended Pam smiled, blew him several kisses, and suggestively winked. She leaned over and whispered in Donna's ear, "Look. The boys have sprouted something from their gardens."
Donna smiled and said, "Yes. I can see."
Pam said to her, "You know, I don't think my husband's erection is for me. I think it has your name written on it."
Donna giggled. She was feeling brazenly wanton. She realized that something extraordinary was going to take place, and it was quite apparent that she would be the centerpiece in a wife-swapping event.
Her suspicions were confined when Pam whispered, "Have you ever had a black dick burrowing into you, Donna?"
"No," she replied softly, almost ashamed to admit that she hadn't participated in the joys of interracial sex before.
"It's just like a white one, except that it's a little darker in color, a little harder, and lasts a lot longer."
Donna's tongue was nearly stuck in her throat. Her heart was beating rapidly. Her pulse was racing. She didn't know what to say or what to do. She only knew that she wanted sex with someone- anyone-as soon as possible. The mouth of het vagina had long since opened wide and was yearning to be filled with something long and hard.
Keith reached under the table and began petting her thighs. He understood the amount of frustration she must feel. The poor girl had to shed the remaining vestiges of bigotry before she could cross the threshold into a new and glorious world of sexual abandonment with a member of another race. It was truly akin to a leap of faith.
Pam also understood the dilemma that her new neighbor was going through. After all, she had once had to do the same herself. She knew how tough it was to shed old vestiges of prejudice. Yet it had to be done.
She decided that now was the time to leave Donna and Keith alone. She got up, walked around the table, and tapped Fred on the shoulder. She led him by the hand to a nearby loveseat. She told him to sit, and then she sat on his lap. She smiled when she saw the look on his face. All men got that dopey look on their face when they realized that they were going to have sex with a beautiful woman. They always looked like little boys ready to open a surprise package.
She grabbed his cock and began to lovingly massage it. "Do you have a name for this fine piece of anatomy?" she asked.
"A name? What do you mean?"
"Keith calls his 'Peter'."
Fred caught on to her little joke and said, "Well then, I guess I call mine 'Dick'."
She looked down and pretended to talk to it. "Hello, Dick. We haven't met before, but you look like a nice fellow. Would you like to be my friend?"
Pre-ejaculatory semen was beginning to ooze out of the tip. Pam noticed it and said, "Aw! The poor little fellow seems to be crying. Is he in pain?"
"He's positively throbbing with it," Fred replied with bated brearh.
"The poor darling needs some loving. Here, let me bend down and give it a kiss."
Donna looked over and even in her inebriated state couldn't believe what she was seeing. Another woman had her lips wrapped around her husband's dick! She felt a sudden rush of jealousy mixed with anger and realized that two could play at this game. She got up from the picnic table, headed around to Keith, and sat her lovely body down on his strong lap. She prepared to reach for his cock, but was surprised to see that it was standing so tall it poked her in the underside of her left breast.
She couldn't believe it! She had no idea that a penis could grow so long. And there was no way that she could wrap just one hand around it as Pam was doing with Fred. She had to utilize both hands in order to properly massage the throbbing black organ.
Keith whispered in her ear and joked, "It takes two hands to handle a whopper, doesn't it?" She smiled. She was having fun.