Chapter 9

While Donna and Keith were balling in the pool, Pam was preparing to go at it with Fred. She really didn't mind the prospect of screwing him. After all, he wasn't such a bad looking fellow. At least he was in fairly good physical shape for a modern day white male.

She didn't understand how a race which had conquered much of the world, and had done so much technologically, had allowed so many of its males to turn into little round dumplings.

Take the fellow that lived next door. That Bart guy. Now there was a sad case if she ever saw one. It was pathetic the way he allowed that bitch wife of his to overrun him. He was the apotheosis of wimpdom and probably a shoe-in for the Wimp Hall of Fame. And it was sad to see him beat- off so much. Nearly every hour on the hour. Didn't geography instructors have anything better to do than play with themselves?

She would see him whenever she sunbathed. He tried to hide inconspicuously behind the curtain or the dresser, but his ever-present bag of corn puffs always gave him away. And if they didn't, then the fist moving up and down in front of his pants did. Whack! Whack! Whack! He was always at it.

She couldn't figure out how he could eat junk food and masturbate at the same time. Well, at least he had a talent of some sort.

Thank goodness Fred didn't look like a wimp. He just looked like he needed several extensive lessons in sex education. Fortunately he had come to the right place. After all, Pam had forgotten more about sex, than most women ever leam.

She was a true-blue child of the seventies. She had grown up in the immediate aftermath of the sexual revolution. She was fortunate to have missed the early Free Love period and to have come of age during the Cosmopolitan era. She was a product of her age, wanting to enjoy every aspect of sex while she still her figure and her looks.

With that thought in mind, she reached between Fred's legs and searched for his testicles. When she found them she had to stifle a laugh. They were so small compared to Keith's. But then she had to keep in mind that most men weren't as well endowed as her husband.

She began to play with them, rolling them in her palms and tickling their underside. "Do you like what I'm doing?" she asked.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" he moaned. "That feels great. Really."

She gently tugged, pulled, and fondled. "Just think," she said. "You only moved into your house several days ago and already you've got a beautiful neighbor playing with your balls. That's pretty remarkable, don't you think?"

"Yea. Ah! Ah! Ah! I should send it in to the 'Reader's Digest'. Maybe they'll publish it in their 'Life in the United States' column."

She laughed. "I like your sense of humor. You're all right for a white guy."

He looked at her tits and replied, "And you're all right for a white girl."

She saw where he was staring and said, "You're a real tit man, aren't you?"

"Yea, I am. I'm been this way ever since I was a teenager."

"I swear!" she exclaimed. "What is it with you guys from the South? Every one I've met has a hang-up about huge tits. Could you please explain it?"

He thought for a moment before replying, "I can't. I don't know. My wife's breasts are beautiful, but for some reason I want them to be a little larger."

"But she has absolutely gorgeous breasts!" Pam exclaimed. "A million women would give anything to have equipment like hers."

"I know it. I should be ashamed of myself for wanting larger models."

"What if I were to say to you that I preferred dicks which were bigger than yours. How would you feel about that?" She squeezed his scrotum especially hard, as if indicating her displeasure with his philosophy.

"You haven't had my dick in you yet, so how do you know if you want a larger model? Size isn't everything with penises, you know."

She scraped her fingernail against the base of his left testicle and said, "Nor is it with breasts either, so there. Appreciate your wife. She's a pretty little thing."

"Yes she is," he replied. He reflected for a moment and said, "You know, I just can't believe that she's participating in this wife-swap."

"Why's that?" Pam asked, now playing with his scrotum more gently.

"Before we came over here, she was adamant about not wanting to sit with Keith because he's black. And now look. She's over there in the pool with him -and they're both completely nude. I suppose that proves that women have fickle minds."

"It could also mean that she's finally meeting a man of another race on a one-to-one basis, rather than with a fixed prejudice about what an entire group of humanity is like. She's finally allowing her mind to open up to new experiences."

Fred looked down and watched the hand lovingly caress his reproductive organ. He then looked up into Pam's brown eyes and said, "I, myself, had to abandon group-think a long time. When I was a kid growing up in the South I always heard that blacks were inferior, or some such bullshit. Yet, I came to know so many decent and intelligent ones that I could never swallow the crap."

She looked at him with an expression of deep understanding on her lovely face. "I'm glad to see that you've overcome some of your prejudices. Many men-and women-never do. They retain them throughout their lives, never relinquishing them to the scrape heap of history. Now, tell me, do you mind the fact that I'm married to a black man?"

"No. As I said to my wife, that's your decision. Love has to be color-blind. If it isn't, it's not love, it's social status."

"What a beautiful thought," she said, somewhat surprised. "For expressing it, I think that you deserve a special round of attention."

She got down on her knees and faced his groin. She reached up with her hands and spread his legs apart. She put her hand around his penis, leaned forward a little, and looked up at him. "This is what I do for men who have wonderful philosophies."

She moved her face closer to the head of his shaft. She was only a couple of inches away, when she paused, looked up at him, and smiled. "Does your wife do this for you, Fred?"

"I wish."

She laughed. "I get the feeling that after she spends an evening with my husband she'll be doing this for you all the time."

He didn't exactly understand what she meant, but didn't care. He was too busy watching the beautiful brunette lean forward and concentrate her attention on his sexual organ. When her face was only several inches away from it, he felt her cooling breath blowing on his glans, and then on the neck, and then lower onto the base of the shaft.

She went up and down, down and up, for approximately a minute, before she stuck her tongue out and flicked it against the very tip. She then opened her mouth wide and lowered her head. She began to suck avidly.

She was like a starved child with a banana popsicle in her mouth. Apparently she wanted to suck every last droplet of sperm out of it.

"Easy does it, babe. There's ho need to rush."

"Mmmph!" she said.

She slowed her oral ministrations and established a regular rhythm of sucking, nibbling, and licking. All the while, she kept her left hand on his scrotum, cradling his balls. She handled them as if they were precious jewels.

Occasionally she would extend her fingernails and lightly scratch his wrinkly sac. This was a well-practiced technique which always caused the sperm to rise in her Keith.

Fred was in seventh heaven. The sight of the beautiful brunette mouthing his organ was perhaps the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Her long hair flowed down her back and shrouded her face as she administered to his urgent need. She was so giving, loving, and expert at her oral skill that he was overwhelmed. In only a matter of moments he was ready to release his sperm.

She noticed that his testes had tightened and that his organ had swelled slightly. She quickly removed her mouth from the shaft. She reached out with her hand and grabbed the neck of the penis. With her thumb she pressed down hard on area beneath the crown.

"Ow!" Fred said. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making sure that you won't-ejaculate."

He looked at her with a confused expression and said, "But ... but ... but that's the whole idea, isn't it?"

"Hardly. The idea is for the two of us to have a mutual orgasm. I don't want you wasting your sperm on a blow job."

"Oh," he said. "I never thought it was a waste."

She smiled and said, "You really do have a lot to learn, don't you?"

He took this as a slight affront and replied, "Donna likes me just the way I am."

Pam chuckled. "She'll like you a whole lot better when I get through with you. Now, lie down on the ground. It's time that you have a women run the show."

"You mean, woman-on-top?"

"That's right. It's obvious that you've only screwed in a missionary position."

"I'm not sure I like this."

"Believe me, you will."

"Why's that?" he asked, getting down on the lawn.

"Because I'm going to keep you harder for a longer period of time than you've ever been in your life. You're going to learn to hold off until the woman is completely satisfied, or you're going to die trying."

"Cheese!" he said as he lay back. "What is this- fuck school?"

"Yes," she replied with a smile, squatting down to straddle him. "And it's your first day of class. Now, aim that stiff cute fellow right here."

"Ahhh!" he moaned as he felt her warm wetness enclose his erection.

As she felt the penis burrow into her she looked down and said, "You've got to learn that sex has many different dimensions. There are the simple mechanics of sex-which you're obviously aware of-and then there is the art of sex, which I will teach you. They are not one and the same."

"Ahhh!" he moaned again. "At long last, I've found a teacher who I really want to listen to."

Meanwhile, over in the swimming pool, Keith and Donna stood in the water still clinging to each other. All the while she remained cradled in his arms. Slowly they relaxed as the waves in the pool, and the waves in their bodies, diminished.

Keith backed up slightly and allowed his once mighty organ to plop out of her vagina.

"Goodbye dear friend," she said, reaching down with her hand to give it a tender, loving squeeze. It had performed wonderfully.

"Well, how did you like it?" he asked.

"I now know what they mean by 'a royal fuck'," she replied. "Maybe what they say is true."

"That black meat is best?" he asked, teasingly.

"Not only that, but that the older a women gets, the more she learns to enjoy sex."

"I'm going to have to look you up when you're fifty."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said with a tender smile. "I like it here. I want to remain living in this very neighborhood-preferably right next door to you for the remainder of my life. " She gave him another deep kiss and nibbled on his tongue.

"Mmm! Mmm!" he said. "I'm gonna like having you as a neighbor."

"I'll always try to be a good one," she said, teasingly, and then turned to prepare to get out of the pool. But.., She stopped dead in her tracks.

There, in front of her very eyes, she saw her husband engaged in sex with Pam. Donna was shocked to her very core. Fred was laying on his back and the brunette was riding him like a horse.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Pam kept grunting as she worked her way up and down his stiff penis. She was squatted over him with her long beautiful legs spread wide. She was rocking back and forth while balancing herself on her hands and feet. She was obviously enjoying herself because she was smiling broadly and licking her lips while she worked.

Keith came up behind Donna and patted her on the ass with the palm of his hand. "I see that Pam and Fred have found something to do to occupy their time."

"I can't believe it," Donna replied. "I just can't believe it."

"Why not? Your husband should enjoy the same freedom as you. That's what the sixties and the sexual revolution was all about."

"I don't mean that," she chuckled, slightly. "I'm referring to the fact that he's allowing a woman on top. He would never allow me to do it. Never. Your wife either hypnotized him, or he's drunk."

Keith stepped immediately behind her and positioned his dark penis between the cheeks of her pink ass. "Do you mean to say that you two have only been doing the missionary position all these years?"

"Well...yes. But don't blame me. I always wanted to experiment, but he wouldn't allow it."

His hand came around to her flat little tummy and pulled her back tightly against his body. He rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Let's just watch them for a while, okay?"

"Do you think we should ?" she asked, sheepishly.

"Ah, you're such an innocent little lamb chop. You think that sex should only be experienced behind closed doors with four deadbolts in place. Well, that's where you're wrong."

"Why?"

"Because sex is meant to be seen. It's normal. There's nothing wrong with having intercourse in public, or in front of the in-laws, or in front of the children. How do you think the human species evolved? Only during the past five hundred years has the myth of sexual privacy developed."

"Explain yourself."

"You don't think that your poor serf ancestors in northern Europe, or my poor tribal forebears in western Africa, lived in three bedroom houses, do you? Hardly! They lived in one room shacks with a batch of offspring running around and several relatives hanging out, and everyone was humping and pumping away without any regard to 'privacy'."

She giggled. She had never thought of history that way. He was right. She relaxed and wiggled her ass against his pelvis. "So, you're saying that my distant great-grandmother was screwing in front of her children?"

"Probably. She couldn't very well send them outside when it was forty-below and say, 'Stay away for two hours. Then you can return.'"

She laughed so loudly that Pam heard her. "Uh oh," Donna said. She worried that the lovely brunette would be angry, but instead Pam simply waved and smiled as she rode up and down on Fred's cock.

Keith waved back at her, and Donna-not knowing what else to do-did the same.

"You see," he said to her. "You were making a big deal out of nothing. Pam doesn't mind." He returned both hands to her smooth belly and began to sensually rub his palms up and down the entire plain of the flat abdomen-from her ribs to her pubic hair. "I willing to bet that your so innocent, you've never tried a doggy position, have you?"

She was ashamed to say, "No. I haven't."

"Well, it's time for you to have another lesson in fucking from your new neighbor. Just bend forward a little so I can slide in."

She was surprised when she felt his erection. "Do you mean to say that you're hard again? Already?"

"Um huh," he replied while drawing her pelvis back and upward slightly so that she was in a more appropriate position for intercourse.

She felt the head of his penis touch her opening and said, "Wow! I didn't know that a man could go again so soon. Fred usually needs two hours before he's rejuvenated."

"Since you're such a pretty little thing, I'm surprised that he doesn't have his dick buried in you all of the time."

"Well, he doesn't have one in me now," she said as she leaned over, hoisted her ass, and spread her legs. She wanted the entry to be easy and without difficulty.

He began to slowly work the head of his cock into her. As he slid forward he said, "You know, when I first saw you I wondered how tight you were."

"Now you know," she teased.

"I also wondered if you were a natural blonde."

"Obviously," she replied as she wiggled her pelvis upon his rod.

"And I was also curious to know if I could feel my penis burrowing into you through your tiny waist."

"I don't know about that, but your welcome to feel all you want. Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"That you won't withdraw when you ejaculate. I loved it when I felt you splash me last time."

He kissed her on the back of the head. "Your wish is my command, dear lady."

She loved the sensation of being screwed from behind. It was totally different than the missionary position. And the warm water of the pool, occasion-' ally splashing against her groin, heightened the experience.

She rested her chin on her crossed forearms and watched Pam screw Fred. She was surprised to learn that the longer she looked at the brunette, the more beautiful she appeared. She wondered what it would be like to make it with another woman. Earlier in the day she believed that she'd never sit next to a negro, much less fuck him twice in a swimming pool. Now that she'd broken through that silly taboo, she yearned to topple others which were equally ridiculous. Why shouldn't she try it-just once-to see what it would be like? Maybe she could talk Pam into it. Maybe she would enjoy the taste of pussy as much as she enjoyed the feel of big black cock.

Keith was looking down at Donna's backside and watching the water splash over her ivory skin. He loved the way her lower back was shaped, incurving and with sinewy muscles beneath the flesh. He also liked the little dimples situated where her kidneys were. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked.

She misunderstood his question and said, "That's what you're doing now, isn't it?"

"I don't mean vaginal intercourse."

"Oh?" she said, somewhat confused, before exclaiming, "Oh! You mean that!"

"Yes. A genuine butt-fuck, or as they call it on the West Coast, 'A San Francisco treat'."

"You made that up," she laughed.

"So what if I did? It's a good line."

"There's many things that I want to experience, but I don't think that's one of them."

He whispered in her ear, "Earlier today you didn't think that you would enjoy an evening with me, right?"

She gulped and answered, "Yes. I admit it. I was prejudiced."

"Do you admit that prejudice is stupid?"

"Yes."

"Then it's also stupid to regard anal sex as taboo. Now, I'm going to withdraw from your cunt and put my dick in your ass, and I won't take 'no' for an answer. Do you understand?"

She was suddenly quite fearful. She had barely gotten used to his mammoth penis buried in her vagina. How was she supposed to grow accustomed to it in her virgin ass-hole? Surely she would be ripped in half from the experience. She looked over her shoulder and pleaded, "Please don't. Let's continue to make love like we're doing now. I don't want to have anal sex. Please."

Even as she was pleading, she knew it was too late. He was already withdrawing from her vagina and holding her in place for an assault on her rectum. She knew it was going to hurt. She knew she was going to bleed. She'd probably see a red cloud rise from between her legs and discolor the entire pool. She braced herself for the assault.

He tapped her on the shoulder and said, "You're going to have to relax. Your so tense that I couldn't get a Q-tip into you."

"I don't want to do it."

"Will you just do as I say. Everything will be fine."

"Do you ever do this with your wife, or is this just a fantasy that I've been chosen to fulfill?"

He sensed the sarcasm in her voice. "Pam and I have been performing anally for years. To tell you the truth, she's the one who turned me on to it, not vice versa."

That news made Donna relax. "Really?" she asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes. Before I knew what I was doing, I thought of anal intercourse like you-ugly and painful. But there's a lot of techniques that can heighten the experience tremendously. And there are sexual sensations which can only be achieved through rear entry."

She was thinking. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad after all. "Well, I'll agree only under one condition."

"What's that?"

"That you stop if I say that it's becoming too painful."

"You mean like if you scream loud enough to wake up the dead."

She laughed. "Yes. That'll be your cue to halt."

"Agreed."

At long last she wiggled her ass back for her introduction to sodomy. He reached down and spread the white cheeks of her ass. He always like to check out a woman's sphincter before shoving his dick in.

"My goodness," he exclaimed. "You have a very pretty ass-hole."

"Do you say that to all the women, or only the ones who you invite for a buttruck?"

He chuckled. "I'm not kidding. It looks like a little rosebud and there's no unsightly discoloration around it whatsoever. I admire that in a female."

"I'll have to put it on my resume."

"Pam's is also pretty, but it's darker than yours-in the same manner that her nipples are darker than yours."

"We should make a scientific study of women to see if those things correlate," she teased. "Maybe we could get a government agency to fund us."

Keith was having fun with her. She had loosened up considerably in the past few minutes. He quickly took the initiative by placing his penis at her anal entrance and gently pressing.

She did feel a slight bit of pain as the sphincter muscle expanded in an unaccustomed fashion in order to allow him entry. She bit her lower lip and decided to concentrate on the up and down movements of Pam instead of what was happening in her posterior. Maybe by looking elsewhere, she could avoid the pain of the here and now.

Incredibly, Donna saw that Fred was still going at it with Pam. He was still hard and buried deeply in the lovely brunette. Donna didn't understand how he could hold off for so long, until she realized that the woman-on-top position allowed the female to control events. Hence, it wasn't Fred who was holding back, it was Pam.

Surprisingly enough, Donna had noticed that the warm water of the swimming pool, and Keith's expertise had kept the pain of anal entry to a minimum.

"Are you hurting?" he asked, somewhat concerned.

"No. Not really. It's...not bad, actually."

"Well, wait until I push another couple of inches into you, then tell me." He did as he promised, slowly and purposely, working in and out with little strokes.

She gritted her teeth, but she didn't mind it. When he had one-half of his shaft up her rectum she said, "It's different. Personally, I don't think that it's as good as vaginal intercourse-but that's only an opinion."

"Just give it a chance. Wait a while."

He began moving his rod into and out of her with increasing gusto. He couldn't get over how tight she was in her rear-even tighter than she was up front. She definitely had a virgin ass.

Each time he drove in, her asscheeks would shake a little and the muscles in her back would ripple. Because she was so firm, her body didn't shake like gelatin, but rather with nice little waves.

"Ohh!" she moaned.

That was music to his ears. It meant that he had crossed over the threshold. It meant that she was no longer experiencing pain. From now on it would be purely pleasurable for both of them.

He began his jackhammer rhythm. However, he was careful not to become to wild. After all, he didn't want her little virginal hole to ache too much from her first coupling.

In only a matter of moments it was over. He felt triumphant--she felt exhilarated. He had shot another load into her body. She had taken it into a different hole.

They slowly crawled over to the pool steps and sat. He leaned back, and she rested her head on his shoulder. They were just sitting there, exhausted, when Pam stepped over and said, "Well, it looks like you two had fun."

Donna looked up into her eyes and smiled, "Yes. We did."

"Did you enjoy the dark meat?"

Donna made sure that Fred couldn't overhear her say, "You were right. Variety does make a difference. Really."

Pam squatted down and spread her thighs wide so that Donna could see up between them to all of the pubic area. "And your hubby wasn't too bad either."

"Mmm. I'm glad."

Pam stepped into the pool and stood beside the blonde. She leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "There's only one thing that we have to do before we call it an evening."

Donna knew what Pam was referring to.