Chapter 8
Keith realized that the time had come to get down to business. His dick was throbbing with passion and needed release. His balls were beginning to boil and roll.
Donna noticed that his massive body was completely relaxed. She looked at him and again admired his dark rippling muscles. She knew what was coming. She knew what was expected of her. She waited patiently and tried not to show her nervous excitement.
He reached down and touched her shapely calf with his calloused fingers. However, instead of bringing his hand upward toward her very core, he felt his way downward to her small ankle, slowly, knowingly, and teasingly. He stroked it gently and appreciatively as one might an art object. He knew that if a man wanted a woman to become a seething sexual inferno, many small fires had to be ignited in various distant points of her body. A woman's earlobe needed as much attention as her nipple. Her eyebrow needed to be stroked and admired just as much as her tummy. Pam said it best: "A man who pays attention to detail, is a man who never fails to get tail."
Keith lightly touched Donna's Achilles tendon with just enough pressure to acknowledge its existence. He then ran his palm along the smooth backside of her calf. He liked its shape. It was dainty compared to Pam's, but nevertheless it was extremely erotic. He made small circles on her skin with his forefinger, gently massaging the flesh.
She felt the gentle scraping of his fingers through her entire being. Her mind, body, and spirit were becoming sexually fine-tuned. She had no idea that this kind of foreplay could be so sensual. Why hadn't she learned this before? Why hadn't her husband ever taken the time to do this? Why didn't they teach this in school? It was a fuck of a lot better and more useful than geography and social studies.
She watched his extended finger make tiny circles, and began to think of it as if it were an animal. She giggled aloud at the thought.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked.
"Your forefinger reminds me of A little black snake."
"That's a good analogy. You can think of it as doing preliminary scouting for the big black snake which resides between my legs."
She smiled, knowing that she would soon get to know it intimately.
"You have such a lovely complexion," he said.
"Thank you," she replied.
"I didn't know white women could have such lovely skin."
"Any woman can have beautiful skin so long as she cares for it. Skin will never age as long as you don't overexpose it to the sun."
"I know. You mentioned that before."
"I'm sorry for repeating myself."
"Don't be. I admire your knowledge on the subject. I'm just very curious why you don't have a pale complexion?" He moved his finger from her calf to the back of her knee. As before, he moved his finger with an expert's finesse.
"Paleness is the result of improper nutrition, or an imbalanced diet, or illness. As long as a person eats right and stays fit, skin will have a healthy appearance."
"That's very interesting," he said. However, discussing skin vitality was not what he had in mind for the evening. His nails moved back down to her calves again, where he began massaging them with slightly more pressure than before.
He was amazed at how smooth her flesh was. This was one of the things he liked most about blondes. Hair could be removed without leaving any stubble. Although Pam had equally smooth and beautiful legs, she occasionally had rough calves if she didn't shave them regularly.
"I like what you're doing," she said. "It feels nice. No man has ever taken this much time with me before."
"A woman like you deserves to be handled with loving tenderness," he replied.
"Mmmm. Where did you learn this technique?"
"I suppose I could be a lying braggart and say that I learned it on my own. But that isn't the truth. Most everything I know about sex, I learned from Pam. She took the macho out of me, and put the lover in. She sanded my rough edges down and left me with a fine finish."
"Mmmm. I think that it's nice that she taught you to consider a woman's needs."
"A woman's needs are no different than a man's. We differ only in the amount of time we need for them to be fulfilled." He moved his hand back up past her knee, then onto her thigh."
"Mmmm. You're so wise."
While gently massaging her thigh he said, "I still can't get over how gorgeous your skin is."
"Mmmm. I appreciate these compliments, but don't you think that Pam has attractive skin?"
"Of course I do. It's just that the contrast between yours and mine is more stark than between mine and hers. She's more of a Cajun, whereas you're more of a Southern belle."
She relaxed and allowed the hand to roam freely over her long leg. She wanted him to take his time- as long as he needed. As far as she was concerned, they were the only two people on the planet and they had all the time in the world.
She watched his hand move to the mid-point of her inner thigh. A smile crossed her face when she thought about the irony of the situation. She was the descendant of a slave owner and yet she was lying nude beside the descendant of a slave. Her husband had been right. It was best to leave the past behind. This was a new age. Things had changed.
She saw the hand move from her inner thigh to a spot just below the juncture of her legs. She was sure that he would proceed onward.
But instead, he let it rest there for a moment before saying, "I especially like this expanse of skin right here."
She looked down and saw his black hand only inches from her pubis, preparing to claim possession of that prize. She opened her legs slightly to welcome his fingers up as far as they would go. Her thigh began to tremble-almost invisibly. And she began to perspire slightly from the sweet anticipation. A sweet muskiness wafted from her cunt and scented the air.
She watched him inhale and saw the wide nostrils flare. Coincidentally, at that very instant her vaginal lips flared as well.
His fingernails nails had reached close to the juncture of her legs. They slid off the smooth skin of her inner thigh and onto the soft pubis itself. His large hand was now centered at the very core of her being. He wiggled his forefinger back and forth, lightly touching the pubic hair covering her Mound of Venus.
He held her close and whispered in her ear, "I admire your expertise with scissors. You have to be very gentle around this region of your body," he said as he pushed his middle finger downward through the little forest of fur, and lightly touched the opening of her cunt.
"I've always been very careful," she said, holding her breath, almost delirious with rapture.
"I want you to continue being careful in the future," he said as he touched one of her outer lips.
"Why?"
"Because I intend to invite you and your husband to many, many pool parties."
"What if I don't accept your invitations?" she said, trying to sound serious, but failing miserably.
He slid his finger upward along her cuntal slit and then spread the outer lips, exposing the clitoris. He flicked his finger expertly against it. "I get the distinct impression that you'll come running from now on."
She inhaled quickly and replied, "If nothing else, I'll...cum." She had to calm herself, because she was on the verge of an orgasmic release.
He was happy to see that she had a sense of humor. He decided to press forward with his carnal mission.
She watched in fascination as the large black fingers came together and tweaked the clitoris. "Oh my!" she cried out in shock and joy from the sensation.
"You like that, huh?" he asked as he did it again. "Oh yea," she swooned.
He nibbled on her earlobe and said softly, "I'll soon be giving you much better thrills than that."
She was wet and open in an instant. Her mouth had opened automatically and taken in a huge gasp of air. She knew that if he kept scraping and playing with her clit that she would achieve an explosive orgasm right there on the spot.
However, he moved his hand away. He knew that she was at a critical stage and didn't want to take her over the top just yet. He was meticulously calculating her seduction.
She was briefly frustrated. She wanted to grab his hand with both of hers and pull it back. She almost begged him. But she could only sit and watch it move away. She realized that he knew what he was doing. He was in command. All she could do was sit on his lap and wait for his next move.
He rose to his feet, towering above her like a skyscraper. "Shall we try the pool?" he asked.
"Anything you say," she replied.
"Anything I say?" he asked.
"Yes. I'll do anything."
He decided to tease her. "All right. Let's go out in the middle of the street and fuck on the center-line. We can wave at cars as they pass by. C'mon."
She looked at him and said with a grin, "All right."
He guessed that she was either so drunk from alcohol that she couldn't think straight, or so turned on from sexual foreplay that she meant what she said.
He refrained from leading her out into the middle of the street and giving the neighborhood a gander at interracial sex. He didn't think that Springdale was quite ready for blacks balling blondes in the middle of their roadways. Although he had to admit that it was a tempting idea.
Instead, he took her by the hand and walked with her to the pool. "Have you ever screwed in the water before?"
She shook her head. She was afraid to admit that it was one of her long-time fantasies. She frequently dreamed that she was a mermaid-like creature swimming in a warm sea of porpoise-like men who had large scaly penises. During the course of a given dream she would imagine herself being taken hundreds of times by the sea creatures-sometimes two, three, and four at a time. Invariably, she would wake-up covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
She never mentioned the dream to Fred, knowing that he would consider it sick and perverse. Yet she persisted in having it. Moreover, she didn't want it to stop.
Her husband never understood why she sometimes slept with a stuffed dolphin.
Keith broke her train of thought by saying, "I think that you'll find this experience most rewarding. It's one of the best turn-ons there is. Every American family should have a full-sized swimming pool in their backyard so that they can screw until the wee hours of the morning. It sure beats watching television."
He stepped down the concrete steps at the shallow end of the pool and carefully led her, step by step, into the pristine blue water. She shivered slightly as the water came up to her ankles, and then to her knees, and then to her thighs.
Once she realized that the pool was heated, she relaxed and moved with ease alongside him, ever aware of the black body beside her and the mission that they were here to perform.
When little waves were lapping at her already moist and open vagina, she sighed, "Mmmm. The water feels nice."
"Yes. I can't think of anything nicer than a heated swimming pool. It was the first thing that I had installed when we purchased this place."
It suddenly struck her that she didn't know what either he or Pam did for a living. Well, she wasn't about to ask him now. She might find out that he was a butcher, or that he operated a funeral parlor. Learning about such occupations would be a definite turn-off. She let the question remain unasked. She didn't want anything to bring her down from her extremely aroused state.
She looked over and saw that little waves were also lapping at his loose and hanging balls. She couldn't get over how large they were in comparison to her husband's.
Keith saw where she was looking and said, "Yes. I know I've got a big scrotum. So what?"
She decided to tease him. "Aren't you a little testy about the size of your testes?"
He smiled at her joke. "You don't think that they're too big?"
She looked down and watched them bob along the surface of the water for a minute or two. "They remind me of the ones I've seen on bulls grazing in a field. But they're not really too big-considering the size of the penis and the man which they're attached to. The poor things must work overtime just to achieve ejaculation."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because of the simple physics involved. They must pump a load of sperm through a foot-long dick, and goodness knows how many yards of tubing before they can blast it into a woman. Ounce for ounce, they must be as powerful as rocket engines."
He liked her analogy. "Every other woman thinks that they're too big-even Pam."
"Why should she complain? The bigger the balls; the bigger the load of sperm. I've always wished that Fred was better equipped because I love to feel semen being squirted into me. It makes me feel like a woman."
"I'll remember that later."
"Please do," she said with a smile."
They wadded together out to the four-foot marker at the middle of the pool and turned and faced each other. The warm water was now up to her rib cage.
He put his wet hands on her shoulders and slowly slid them forward toward each other across her shoulder blades. He ran his palms up and down her backside, wanting to make her feel loved and comfortable in his presence.
She felt the water trickle down her back and down the crevasse of her spine until it dripped into the water of the pool. The skin of her back and shoulders was tingling as he slowly drew her toward him.
Her mouth came open automatically as it neared his. She looked into his dark eyes for a second as his head came downward. She saw his black face encompass one-quarter, and then one-half, and then four-fifths of her field of vision. She had never noticed this feeling of being overwhelmed by Fred, because he was so similar in height to her. She felt good being dominated.
She felt Keith's lips join hers. They were still tart and cool with the taste of liquor and she savored them. They flowed over hers and claimed her mouth as his. His tongue came out-tentatively at first- testing her. And then it was urgently licking and probing. It laid claim to every square millimeter of her gums and teeth.
She was surprised to learn that it was much longer than her husband's. It slid far back into her throat. For a moment she thought that she was being kissed by a lizard.
To make certain that he understood her willingness to cooperate, she rounded her lips and began sucking on his intruding appendage. She was sending her own type of signal to him.
She felt his hands slide upward from her back to her shoulders. He gently gripped them and carefully pushed her away, breaking the kiss. Her back now rested against the smooth side of the warm pool. She noticed that the place was specially designed, perhaps custom-built for underwater sexual intercourse.
She wondered if this is where he fucked Pam. How many times had the lovely brunette been speared in this special place? And in what position? She found the mental image extremely sensual and erotic.
Donna noticed that her nipples were glowing in the light which came from the base of the pool. It gave them a brighter pink appearance and made them look that much more appetizing.
She searched Keith's face as he looked at her naked breasts. She noticed a strange mixture of animalistic lust and scholarly admiration.
"Ah! You have truly magnificent tits," he said.
She giggled. "Thank you, but personally I think your wife has lovelier ones."
"Well, they may be larger, but they're not as exquisite. Yours are like a painting."
"I hope not a Salvadore Dali," she teased.
"No. More like a Rembrandt, finely detailed and symmetrical." He admired her strawberry-colored aureolae, which stood out on a field of cream-colored flesh.
He moved her slightly now so that her body came deeper into the water. The warm liquid inched upward until it touched the very bottom of her nipples. He positioned her so that one-half of each was sticking out of the water, while the other half remained submerged.
She saw what he had done and said, "You really know how to turn a woman on, don't you?"
"I've had a lot of experience with my wife. She showed me this trick."
"I envy her."
"And I envy your husband," he replied. He bent forward and surrounded her left breast with his mouth.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned as she encircled his head with her arms. She felt the heat of his tongue mixed with the warmth of the water from the pool. He rotated his tongue around the small appendage, mixing warm and hot. The sensation was delicious. She alternately felt chilled and heated at the same time.
He moved his tongue above and below her nipple, touching it, swirling around it, and flicking it. And then he moved to the other, doing the same. The firm little buds hardened until she thought that they would burst from sexual excitement.
His hands had left her arms and had scraped down against her ribs. He loved the way that they were outlined faintly beneath her white flesh. Ribs could he seen only on women who were devoid of fat. Women who were overweight usually had ribs which were deeply buried.
He gently scraped her sides with his fingertips.
"That tickles," she giggled.
"Not as much as what I'm going to do to you in a few minutes," he replied with a knowing smile.
"And just what might that be?" she teased.
"If you don't have an idea, then you have a worse sex life than I imagined."
She watched him step very close to her. She felt a sudden rush of warm water around her pelvis. She put her small white hand against his immense black chest to keep him at a slight distance. She wanted to watch him take her.
She looked down through the rippling water and saw that he was huge and beautiful. She extended her hand and took the black protruding shaft into her palm. It felt different than her husband's. Of course it was larger, but it also had more veins and seemed to be harder. "Ah what do we have here?" she giggled like a schoolgirl. "It looks like a black submarine."
"That's right, and it's looking for a home port. Do you know of any around here?"
She surrounded the dark flesh with her fingers. She closed her eyes and shut off all of her senses except for those emanating from her palm. The object therein gave her a tremendous feeling of power, satisfaction, and warmth.
Ironically, she felt comforted while holding the pulsing appendage, in much the same way that a child does when holding a personal blanket. But she began to worry if she could actually take it into her. Could her vagina stretch wide enough to accept him? Would she be overcome with pain during the penetration? Would she be able to produce enough vaginal secretion for him to slide easily into and out of her love hole?
She was still pondering these important questions when she felt his hands on her back again. They were warm and wet against the exposed flesh. They slid downward into the water, and curved themselves around her firm and shapely buttocks.
"Mmm. You have a wonderful ass," he said. He couldn't stand a sagging rear end on a woman, nor could he tolerate a flabby one either. The buttocks were some of the easiest muscles to keep in shape, yet many women who did aerobics and exercised regularly neglected them. That was unfortunate, for shapely buttocks were truly an alluring feature on a female.
Donna wiggled hers back and forth sensually, gratefully acknowledging his compliment. She then tilted her pelvis forward slightly so that her pussy was only inches from his cock. Never before had it been so hungry to be filled. Never before had she yearned so desperately for penetration.
He saw the need written on her face and the burning desire in her eyes. He couldn't keep his passion quelled any longer. He slowly lifted her body, raising her slightly out of the water as if she didn't weighed more than a feather.
Her eyes looked upward into the sparkling clear night above her. She saw the stars and the moon and the constellations.
Yes! she thought excitedly. The universe is being unveiled to me. And it's in the form of a big black cock!
She looked lower and saw the serrated outline of the tops of the trees. She looked over Keith's powerful shoulders and saw her discarded bikini bottoms by the edge of the pool and his martini glass on the picnic table. She wanted to remember these images. They would be the ones she would recall later.
She felt her smooth white thighs being spread wide apart by his huge black hands. They were insistent and demanding that they open wide for him. She willingly spread them- wider than she ever had for sex. When she felt the tendons at the juncture of her legs strain, she knew that she couldn't open herself any more.
He looked at her and smiled. He placed his hand on her outer lips, and gently stroked her inner ones.
"Ahhh," she moaned
He slid his hands back under her buttocks, so that her body weight was resting on his forearms and wrists. He began to draw her to him, slowly. Her body was being lifted up and directed towards his pelvis.
She felt her wet legs begin their long journey around the sides of his muscular thighs and then back to circle his power-packed buttocks. She knew instinctively what to do. She locked her ankles behind him, scissoring him in the fleshy ring formed by her legs.
She felt the initial hard contact of his dark muscular male flesh against her white smooth female flesh. She felt the spongy head of his penis nuzzle against her slit. She felt it work up and down, seeking out a place in which to take refuge. She watched in hypnotic fascination as it sought out her entrance.
She smiled and asked, "Are you having difficulty finding the hole?"
"I know where it is. I'm just teasing you a little."
"I've had enough teasing. I'm ready for some relief," she sighed softly.
"Then aim yourself in my direction and I'll slip it in."
She aided him by tilting her pelvis so that the penis slipped between her labia. She gently twitched the lower half of her body back and forth, trying to get more of him into her.
He looked down and saw her vaginal lips attempting to wrap themselves around the head of his cock. He then glanced at her face and saw that it was a mask of iron concentration and unbridled lust.
He decided to tease her. "Maybe we ought to do this another time, huh? What do you say?"
"Oh dear god, no! Please don't say that," she pleaded desperately.
"Hey!" he said consolingly. "I was just kidding. I have no intention of stopping."
"Don't ever stop. Don't ever stop," she replied.
She felt her vagina spreading and widening to accommodate the width and strength of his enormous rod. She felt first the water rush in, and then the water being forced out as he wormed the first inch into her private chamber. Then her eyes again closed and she concentrated on nothing except the overwhelming immensity of the man slowly driving up inside of her.
A new man! A different man! Her first black man!
She felt the first inch squeak inside, and then another, followed by another.
"Ummm. I knew you'd be tight," he said, "but nothing like this."
She didn't reply. She was too delirious experiencing the sensation of another inch moving up her vagina.
Slowly, smoothly, triumphantly, he worked his way into her. She silently reveled as the inches slid inward, upward, and onward into her liquid depths. She couldn't believe how long he was taking to get into her. The experience seemed to go on forever. She thrilled that he was taking his time and marveled at the tremendous length and girth of his shaft. There seemed to be end to it, filling places which she didn't even know were hollow.
She was grateful that she had felt no pain. His prolonged foreplay had stimulated her to such an extent that she could have taken a bowling ball into her.
"Ohhh!" she moaned in ecstasy.
Another inch, and another inch, and another inch, moved into her. Burrowing, worming, spreading.
"Ooooo!" she sighed while straining her body against him. She was attempting to assist his forward journey as much as possible. His penis was hard, yet cushiony. Powerful, yet yielding. Fearsome, yet loving.
"Oooo!" she moaned again.
Never had sex been like this. Never had she dreamed that a physical experience could be this glorious. Maybe this is what the flower children of the sixties meant when they said that something was "mind blowing."
"Ummph!" she grunted, as if the wind had been knocked out of her. At long last he was all the way inside of her. His black pelvis was grinding against her white one.
She was very proud of herself. She had managed a fantastic accomplishment. She had been able to contain every tiny fraction of the mighty organ and her vaginal muscles were sucking on it avidly.
She looked down at his dark body cradling her white one. They were now locked together in the warm, clear water. She was immersed in it almost up to her shoulders. Her ivory breasts were mashed against his ebony chest. Her calves were welded around his torso. Delicious sensations of pleasure were emanating from her nipples as they ground against his pectorals.
"Ahhh!" she sighed in exquisite rapture.
He began to move her lower body slowly and deliberately back and forth against himself. Even though he had buried all of his dick in her sheath, he wanted to feel more of her. He wanted to push himself into her womb. He wanted his black prick to travel all the way to her heart. He wanted be part of her, feel what she was feeling at that very instant, and know what it meant to have a tight cunt filled with a big cock.
It was the age-old yearning of all men. They had subjugated women wince antiquity, but they wanted them, needed them, and secretly desired their mysterious and unique ability to recreate life. Men could only fight and fuck, but in reality everything in the universe belonged to the female of the species.
Donna sighed. She reached up with her arms and encircled his neck. "Hello stranger," she said with a smile. "Do you live around these parts?"
Their eyes met again. Hers blue; his dark brown. Their lips came together and their tongues explored a wetness and a warmth totally different from the pool around them.
Now he began moving her in a wide rotating motion, carefully and not too rapidly. She leaned back a little and rested her shoulders against the side of the pool. Her tiny white hands clutched his muscular black arms, and she could feel each of the smooth flowing efforts his biceps, triceps, and deltoids made in pulling her back and forth, to and fro, up and down around his groin.
Suddenly, she discovered that she was quite buoyant in the water, and that there was no need for her to continue circling his body with her legs. With a sense of wonderment, she unlocked her ankles, and saw her toes float by themselves in the water just above the surface of the pool.
He felt the movement, and looked behind him. He smiled and said, "You didn't know you could do that, did you?"
"I've never done it in a pool before."
He took one step to the right, and then another- never breaking the rhythm of his arms or the movement of her body. Now her breasts were above the surface of the water as were her knees. He looked at them and admired them. There was something very sexy about kneecaps when they were bent and the skin was tightly stretched over them. Knees, like calves, were an under-appreciated part of a woman's anatomy.
Keith began moving faster now-breathing deeper, harder, louder. His hands were beginning to dig gently into the flesh of her buttocks, holding them possessively.
She was in a state of blissful happiness. She had never known such pure physical pleasure. If she would have died at that very moment, she would have passed away eternally happy. No woman could expect more from a man, nor a penis, than this.
She was astounded to find that the dick inside of her had again begun to swell. This was an entirely new thrill. Fred had never managed to do this. Yet, Keith's was becoming wider and wider-extending in range; extending in scope.
It was beginning to push up against the very back of her vagina, against the cervix itself. At first it felt slightly painful, and then uncomfortable, and then incredibly exciting. She could feel it now with exactly the same sensitivity, the same intensity that he could. She knew that the man inside of her was swelling to the very point of explosion.
She could feel the hard veins around the pulsing shaft, like scaffolding around a monumental structure. She could sense his blood flowing through them, rushing onward to other destinations in his magnificent body. And beneath the veins she could imagine the sperm tubes preparing themselves to ejaculate.
She looked at his face and saw that it was exquisitely flushed. His dark hair was tossed and gleaming. His deep brown eyes had turned jet black. The planes of his face had tightened and lifted, revealing his cheekbones and making his jawline appear that much more angular.
She imagined that he looked younger and-if possible-a thousand times stronger than earlier in the day. The act of sex seemed to increase the virility of a man. Maybe that's why male virgins always looked like dorks.
Reflections of light from the pool and moonlight from above danced across his chiseled ebony face. He was alternately black and silver. Donna knew that at that instant, he had to be the handsomest man she had ever seen.
He began to move into her more and more quickly, more and more powerfully, and more and more urgently. Waves began to form between their two bodies, and ripple up to the surface.
"Umph! Umph! Umph!" he moaned as he plunged into her.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she responded with each masterful plunge.
"Umph!"
"Ah!"
"Umph!"
"Ah!"
Soon the entire pool was churning from end to end. The once placid surface was sloshing about in turbulent waves. Gallons of water were spilling over the sides and cascading onto the sidewalk.
Donna's knees were moving through the water like pistons. She suddenly caught her breath. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching. She became aware that each time he drove into her, great masses of water were being forced against her exposed clitoris.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Umph! Umph! Umph!"
The repeated stimulation of her clit was maddening. She was moving, uncontrollably, ecstatically, as rapidly as he, toward the first double orgasm of her life.
"Are you ready?" he gasped.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed. "Oh fuck! yes!"
Suddenly, the waves between their bodies grew, and shot to the surface, and exploded there in huge bubbles, spraying both their shoulders and faces with warm water.
She felt her vagina contract around his penis, and then spasm against his flesh as rapidly as the bubbles had exploded on the pool's surface between them.
At the same moment, he lifted back his godlike head, and gave out an animal cry so loud that it seemed to echo back to them in all directions from the surrounding yard.
"Arrrrghhhhhhhhh!"
She felt oodles of semen flood into her an instant later-more than she thought a man could manufacture in a year's time. It flowed into her, and then gushed out. She expected to see splotches of sperm rise to the surface and form a layer like an oil slick. Instead she learned that sperm was heavier than water and tended to sink. Nevertheless, she had felt his seed baptize her innermost recesses, just as he had promised.
She felt ecstatic. She felt sated. She felt fucked.