Hardcore Black Dick Fred squirmed uncomfortably beside the big black man. They were perched
high up on a white lifeguard chair scanning the water. It wasn't that
Fred disliked blacks, it was just that the man was so big he took up
most of the chair forcing Fred to sit on his left ass cheek. Plus, he
was jealous.
Booker was huge. Not only was he built like a Mr Universe contestant,
but he didn't seem to work at keeping his physique. The man ate greasy
burgers, hotdogs, fries or pizza everyday for lunch and Fred had never
seen him workout except at the lifeguard tryouts. Fred jogged,
exercised, and ate right to maintain his nice physique, still the black
man dwarfed him. The black lifeguards were also getting a lot of
attention from the ladies too, each one already fucking several and the
season had just started.
What really sent shivers of jealousy up Fred's spine was that the black
man had a big cock. He glanced down at the black man's crotch, even now
there was this huge, obscene bulge taunting him with its superiority and
Fred had always been proud of his six inch dick. It had never failed him
and was thicker then most men. It wasn't just Booker either, every
single black lifeguard had a huge dick.
They had appeared out of nowhere during spring training. Nine, giant
muscular black men all over six feet tall. There had never been a black
lifeguard in Stony Harbor and the coach/head lifeguard didn't seem in a
hurry to start hiring them anytime soon. However, the black men
completely humiliated the other applicants. They out ran, did more
sit-ups, and more push-ups then the others, barely breaking a sweat
while Fred was huffing and puffing. He had no idea how they moved their
muscular bulks so swiftly. The only area the whites held their own was
swimming, but three of the blacks were the top three swimmers. Only one
black failed to get on the force and that was from poor swimming. That
left eight black men, 10 white men, and 2 white women who became
certified lifeguards for the summer of 2001.
Many of the failed applicants were returning veterans from previous
years and friends of Fred's, but he agreed with the coach, they were in
the business of saving lives and if these men could reach a drowning man
quicker, they deserved the jobs, even if they were arrogant jerks with
big penises and took up three-quarters of the lifeguard chairs.
But really it was the cock thing that bothered him. They were all hung
like horses. Fred had seen them in the showers. The first he thought
might be a freak, a lucky freak, but then the second came in, big black
banana cock hanging between his legs, then Devon the islander with his
horse cock, and then Booker. They picked out tight red swimtrunks which
hugged their huge cocks showing them off to the world. They strutted
around the locker room naked, completely immodest. Worse, their dicks
seemed to harden if the wind changed direction. They were always plump,
swinging like black salamis around equally large coconut balls or they
were half erect sticking straight out like a black foot long hotdog, and
often they were fully erect, none were smaller then ten inches and the
biggest was well over a foot. It was enough to make you sick.
*****************
"Will you look the fuck at that?" Booker said looking behind him over
his shoulder.
"The June bugs are here," said Fred looking lustily at the hordes of
teens pouring off the boardwalk. Bikini clad bodies streamed to claim
their space on the near empty beach.
"June bugs?"
"Every year during senior week, these teens show up at the beach in
droves, playing their loud music, partying all night, the locals hate
them, but it only lasts around two weeks. Of course, then the summer
tourists start showing up and it gets worse."
"Get any pussy off them?"
"Sure, I nail a few each year. You gotta watch out for the jailbait
though. Some are only seventeen." The male lifeguards were all
womanizers except for a few with steady girlfriends and even they often
wavered. Women threw themselves at the lifeguards. It was almost too
easy. Even now several of the June bugs were approaching the lifeguard
stand.
Booker had never seen so much young, bare, firm, flesh in his life. He
was starting to like this job.
"Excuse me, what's that bird?" called one big breasted teen.
"That's a seagull," said Fred.
"Oh."
"Is this a shark fin?" asked another girl holding up a brown shell.
"I'll take this one," said Booker. "That's a horseshoe crab shell."
"Get used to it," whispered Fred. "You get these dumb question all year
not just from the kids.
There were four girls in this particular bunch. One redhead with a nice
body and pretty freckles, a brunette with pale skin, very attractive,
but almost too skinny, a blonde with a large buxom body clearly destined
to be fat, but for now with a firm young body stretching her bikini
almost to the breaking point, and another brunette. The last girl was
the only one not wearing a bikini, though her body was built for one.
She had her hair up in a pony tail and stayed behind the other girls.
She was the shy one. While the others sunbathed, Fred chatted up the
blonde though her eyes kept moving from his nice chest to Booker's huge,
ripped, black one.
*******************
"Hi ladies."
The two girls looked up from the bench on the boardwalk where they were
eyeballing boys. "You're the lifeguard aren't you?"
"Booker."
Two of the girls that had first approached the lifeguard stand were
sitting on the bench around ten that same evening. "I'm Allison," said
the redhead, "that's Vicki." The other girl was the shy brunette.
"What are you two doing?"
"We're bored," said Allison. "I'm tired of young boys. I wish we could
get into bars."
"I can buy you booze if you want some."
Allison looked up at Booker with wide eyes. Even Vicki, who had been
looking like she wished he'd go away turned her attention on him.
"Hey, I'm only twentyone, I remember what it's like to be under age."
"You'd do that for us?"
"Sure, under several conditions. You give me the money up front and I'll
bring it to your hotel room in case there's any cops around. If you're
caught with it later, you tell the cops you don't know who bought it for
you."
"Sounds great to me," said Allison reaching for her purse. The purse
strap was around one shoulder and between her breasts, making her large
tits stand out even more.
"Wait one minute, interrupted Vicki. "Can we have a minute to talk?"
Booker nodded and backed off. He recognized the look Vicki was flashing
him. It was the look that said, "I don't trust black men."
The redhead would be telling her that Hardcore Black Dick cocktails on a Friday or Saturday night. This one
particular
Friday night, she brought over a new employee around 8:30 or so in the
evening. I had just gotten home from my office and was taking off my tie
when I heard her enter. I went back downstairs to say hello. She was just
entering the living room with her employee, a large, very muscular black
male.
"Hello, John. Meet Will. He started at the club last week," she said.
I replied to Will that it was nice to meet him. He ignored my
outstretched
hand and just kind of stared at me. A little flustered, I mumbled
something
about just getting home and wanting to finish changing and made my way back
upstairs. While I was changing, I could hear ice tinkling in glasses and
the musical laughter of my wife and the low rumbling chuckle of Will. I
put
on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and went back downstairs. I entered the
living room to find Will and Angela sitting side by side on the couch.
Will
had an arm around her shoulders, and she was caressing the inside of his
thigh with one hand and a drink in the other. Both were breathing a little
heavy and obviously getting turned on. I felt my face getting red and felt
a gut-wrenching hurt inside my stomach. I was about to explode, like a
good
husband in this position should, when Angela spoke:
"Get in here, John! Sit down on the floor next to my feet. That's a good
boy," she sneered. I had never heard her like this. I obeyed, more from
shock than submissiveness.
Again, I Black Cock Galleries Cuckold Husband here," she yelled opening the motel room door.
"Alright," yelled someone.
The girls two adjoining rooms were open and there were a few teens here,
more coming later. Ginger was missing, she was out with Fred again.
Booker recalled, Fred was going to get her into a bar where he knew the
bouncer. It didn't take long for the rooms to fill up and people spilled
out onto the deck overlooking the boardwalk. Kids came and went. Vicki
stayed close to Booker and she was starting to sway as she became drunk
as were most of the kids. The few times she disappeared and some punk
kid tried hitting on her, Booker would show up glaring over her shoulder
at the boy. She was getting horny, touching him a lot. Other girls were
touching their dates too, and more then a few were kissing.
As the night wore on and the crowd dispersed, Booker grabbed Vicki's
hand and hauled her over to a quarters game. "Got room for two more?"
"Well, we were just winding down," said Meat. He didn't look too happy
to see the hung black man. "We've drunk a lot tonight."
"And I'm anxious to get to bed," said Mandy running her hand along
Meat's arm.
"Lets make it a quick game then, and we'll make it interesting. How
about strip quarters? Instead of a rule, you make someone take off an
article of clothing."
"That sounds interesting," said the guy sitting with Allison.
Fred and Ginger came in at that moment. Ginger was leaning drunkenly on
Fred.
"Hey Fred, why don't you grab a beer and join us?" yelled Booker.
"Whatcha playin?"
"Strip quarters, if the girls are up for it."
"I'm in," said Meat. No guy would pass up a chance to see four beautiful
naked girls. Both Meat and the other guy were glancing hungrily at
Ginger.
"We're in," said Fred, getting two beers from the keg.
"OK, once you're naked you're out and you have to go wait on the couch
naked until the games over." Booker would never have gotten away with
this if the girls hadn't been drunk and horny.
The game started, going around a couple times with just drinks. Booker,
being sober made three in a row and had Vicki remove an article of
clothing. The poor girl flushed red as she pulled her top off over her
head. Four pairs of male eyes zoomed in on her breasts. Vicki wore a
plain white bra, but it contained a pair of very nice breasts, large,
firm, with smooth skin, they almost rivalled Ginger's for size. This was
a girl not used to showing skin, who didn't wear a bikini on the beach
and had never shown this much flesh to anyone before. The men got a view
of a gorgeous, flat stomach with a thin waist before she quickly sat
down.
Mandy was the next to score three hits. "Booker," she said surprising
everyone. Meat smirked at his girlfriend and Booker realized, she didn't
want to see him naked, she wanted him out of the game.
Booker pulled his shirt off over his head. Four sets of female eyes
staring at his perfectly developed chest. Something about the higher
metabolism burnt off all the fat and kept the muscles taunt. All the
enhanced looked like huge weightlifters. Booker got her back by getting
six in a row. He made Mandy remove two items. Vicki looked jealous, but
relieved he wasn't picking on her.
Mandy stripped down to a sexy lacy pair of black underwear. She had
dressed sexy for Meat. Her breasts looked huge on her thin body. Her
waist was so thin, Booker could almost have touched fingers lifting her
up by the waist. The black looked fantastic on her white skin. She
looked a little embarrassed, but also like she knew she looked good.
The game went around for a while, a few more articles of clothing,
mostly shoes disappearing. The guy with Allison pissed her off by making
Ginger remove her top. Then Fred had her take her shorts off. The buxom
blonde was now clad in only a pink pair of bra and panties. Allison
scored three in a row and picked Booker.
Booker had removed his shoes earlier. He rose and unbuttoned his shorts.
They fell to the floor leaving him clad in only his overstretched white
briefs. Everyone playing stared at the outline of his cock, both sexes
looking uncomfortable. He noticed Vicki licking her lips. Booker sat
back down knowing he was out as soon as another girl made it, but that
was what he wanted.
Soon, Fred was the only one fully clothed. All the other guys had their
shirts off, all girls were in their underwear. Meat scored next, he
looked at Booker as if debating on whether or not to get the black man
away from the table, but lust won out. "Ginger," he said pissing Mandy
off.
All four men unconsciously leaned forward as Ginger with a drunken grin
unhooked her bra. God they were perfect. At eighteen, still full and
firm with no sign of sagging. Her areola were large with hard pointy
nipples. Soon, the freshman fifteen would turn her from voluptuous to
chubby, but for now she had a porn stars body. She giggled and made no
attempt to hide them as she sat down.
Booker," said Mandy as the quarter rang in the shot glass. "You're the
first loser."
Booker laughed, stood and pulled off his briefs. His huge cock roiled
out of confinement to dangle between his legs. "JESUS," cried Ginger,
she being the only one who hadn't seen his cock yesterday. The stacked
blonde was gripping the table so hard her knuckles were white and she
appeared to be grinding her pussy into her chair.
Booker walked over to the losers couch and sat down, legs spread so that
his balls were splayed out on the edge of the couch and his cock dangled
over it swaying like a huge black banana. Like this, everyone could see
his nude body and all four women kept glancing at him. The game
continued.
Booker stared as Allison removed her bra. Her big freckle covered boobs,
capped with the rosy colored nipples of most redheads along with her
pierced belly button really turned him on. "Holy shit," said one of the
girls. He quit daydreaming, and looked at the group, they were looking
at him or his crotch to be specific. All the nude female flesh had
turned his cock hard. It had risen off the couch and extended it's full
twelve inches.
Booker looked at the four girls staring in awe at his cock and decided
right there, that all four needed to be hooked on black cock before they
returned home. He didn't have time to fuck and dump Vicki, then seduce
her friends. He'd have to let some other brothas do the honors. "Sorry,"
he said, "it's got a mind of it's own."
Meat was next to go. The girls had developed a strategy of eliminating
the men one at a time to protect their own modesty. Meat stood and
pulled his boxers off, frowning as he saw his dick. It had shriveled up
and crawled Blacks On Blondes Mpegs
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Interracial Sex Pictures that little prick," Will chuckled. "Man, I order him around, and
he gets a hard-on." Angela was standing slightly behind and to the left of
Will as they laughed at me, pressing her ample right breast against his
muscular back. "Now, get on your knees, little boy," he demanded. I knelt
in front of them, eyes downcast from humiliation.
"Okay, you little turd. Beg me to fuck this beautiful white wife of
yours," he sneered. I thought I would cry. I know I hadn't been giving
her
any, but I couldn't bare the thought of someone else fucking her. I
couldn't get my lips to move. Will bent over and slapped me across my
face,
hard. Tears did spring to my eyes then.
"P-p-please, S-Sir," I whispered. "P-please f-f-fuck m-my w-wife." And,
with that, I started to cry for real. The tears just began streaming down
my face, and I sobbed with shame. But, my little cock was still hard.
Angela and Will began laughing uproariously. Still standing behind him,
Angela ran her left hand over his chest, down his stomach and then started
to caress the huge, hard mound in the front of his pants. Will pulled away
from her and removed his shirt, revealing a well-built chest. He turned to
face her, wrapped his massive arms around her and kissed her, her mouth
opening under his, their tongues intertwining before their lips touched.
Carefully, he removed her shirt while they still kissed, showing a bra
straining from her immense, firm breasts. Again, he pulled her to him,
smashing her tits against his chest as they continued Rent Porn Interracial Pics tommorrow Booker."
Booker walked home alone. He needed to get off and considered calling up
some bitches, but decided to wait. It made the game much more
challenging.
********************
Booker spotted the four girls from his chair before noon the next day.
Devon was sitting beside him fighting for room on the small seat. He was
another "enhanced" black man, the black lifeguard's leader, the one that
had trained them to swim, and a native of the island of Trinibogo in the
Caribbean.
Ginger walked up to him as the other three girls tested out the water.
"Hey Booker, where's Fred at?"
"Two stands down," yelled the black man back to her. Fred had gotten
laid last night. He hadn't bragged, but he had come to work tired with a
shit-eating grin on his face.
"Thanks," she called back.
Booker and Devon watched her ass shake as she took off jogging down the
beach to find Fred. He could only imagine what her boobs must look like
bouncing in her tight bikini top.
Booker then turned his attention on the other three coming out of the
water. Allison and Mandy nudged Vicki towards the lifeguards and Booker
watched with interest as she shyly approached him.
The shy girl in the one-piece looked uncomfortable as she walked up to
the stand and looked at the enormous black men above her like kings
sitting on elevated thrones. "Hi Booker," she said.
"S'up Vic. This is Devon." Vicki smiled at the other black man. "What
can I do for you?"
"I need a favor."
"Name it."
"The same favor as last night."
"We should go somewhere to talk about this." Booker jumped down off the
stand. "Cover for me Dev." Then to Vicki, "follow me."
A beach shack sat on every other block in Stony Harbor. Summer workers
sold beach umbrellas, chairs, rafts, and had a hot dog steamer with
chips and sodas out front. Booker nodded at the pimply-faced kid running
the shack by his stand and walked into the shack. Confused, Vicki
followed him inside.
Booker closed the door, darkening the shack except for light streaming
in from the door.
"Now what can I do for you?"
"We want to have another party tonight and were wondering if you'd get
us some more beer?"
"What's in it for me?"
Vicki stuttered, "well, I guess we could scrape up some extra bucks for
you."
"Can I join the party?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Will you be my date?"
"What? No, I'm seeing someone back home."
"I thought I sensed a spark between us. I was hoping for a kiss last
night."
"But we just walked to the hotel together. Nothing more." Vicki hadn't
expected getting Booker to buy beer would be so difficult. She had
volunteered to ask him to get them more. She was the least popular of
the group and the attention she had gotten walking into the party last
night with Booker carrying a case had thrilled her. Bring a teenager
booze and they're your new best friends.
"Your lying, you wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss you. Kiss
me now and I'll consider it."
"No."
"You want the beer or not? Just one kiss."
"Just a kiss?"
"Yes," he said taking a step towards her.
Vicki found herself looking into Booker's massive chest, then up at his
handsome face looking down at her. For some reason a shiver ran down her
spine. She felt her nipples pushing out her swimsuit, embarrassing her.
Booker put his hand around her back and pulled her into his chest. He
was so big, he had to hunch over to kiss her. Her lips parted as his
face approached her. The shiver wouldn't stop when his lips touched hers
and her belly began to feel funny like when she had to speak before a
group.
Vicki had been planning on a quick peck, but Booker's hand in her back
kept their mouths and bodies crushed together. Besides, the desire to
make this a quick kiss was rapidly fading and being replaced with a
desire to remain in his arms forever. She gave no resistance when his
tongue pushed into her mouth, her own tongue pushing back. Nor did she
object when his hand moved down her back and cupped her ass cheek.
"Wow!" she said when he finally broke the kiss.
"Told you there was a spark between us."
"Wow," she said again. His hands were on her shoulders now and he was
gently pushing down.
"There's something I need you to do for me."
Vicki's knees gave out and she fell to her knees at his feet. She found
herself staring at the outline of his huge cock which had turned fully
erect from kissing her. I did that, she thought, I made it that big.
Booker's cock was so big that the knobby head stuck out of one leg.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I need you to get me off. Make me cum."
"What? I can't, I've never done anything like that before. My
boyfriend..."
"Do this for me and I'll buy all the booze you need for the rest of the
week. You'll be the most popular girl in the motel. It's easy just take
it out and stroke it for me."
Vicki wasn't a virgin, but she'd only had sex with her boyfriend twice.
It would have been more, but he tended to orgasm before he even got it
in her. She found sex to be disappointing to say the least. She knew
about handjobs, but had never done it. She also knew that women
occasionally used their mouths to get men off. The other girls had done
it, Ginger actually seemed to enjoy doing it and had sucked off several
men even swallowing their cum, but then she was a bit of a slut. "I'm
not a slut," she whispered.
"Vic, this won't make you a slut. You're doing me a favor. Besides,
after all you made it this big, you should make it go down."
"You wont tell the others?"
"Of course not." Dumb bitch didn't want the others to know she had
touched a black man's cock.
Vicki decided right then to go for it. She reached out and pulled on the
waistband of Booker's red swimming trunks. She stretched it out and
yanked it down freeing the black monster cock which flew up toward the
ceiling.
There it was again in all its glory. Seeing it last night at the party
had been shocking enough, but that had been nothing compared to having
it pointed just inches from her face.
Last night she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw it and thought her
memory must of exaggerated it, but here before her eyes it looked even
bigger.
Vicki gulped and tentatively reached one hand up to touch it. Her hand
wrapped around a shaft so thick, her fingers didn't touch. It was hot to
the touch and so covered with puffy blue-black veins, she could feel it
pulsing in her hands.
Vicki had never seen an uncircumsized penis before and at first she
thought it was deformed. She pulled back on the shaft gasping in
surprise as his huge cock-head emerged from the foreskin. "What do I
do?" she asked.
"Spit in your hand and coat my cock 
Cuckold Mistress Best Of Interracial Creampie ordered. I almost cried again. I had never
had a man's cock in my mouth, let alone the big, black one of the man who
was about to fuck my wife. "Do it!" he shouted.
I licked the baseball bat, running my tongue over the head. Then, I
opened
my mouth wide and took the tip into it. I rode my head up and down on his
cock, faster and faster. My own pathetic cock remained hard while all this
was going on. Again, he stopped me.
Will then readjusted Angela on the couch, so she was on her back, legs
spread wide, her pussy open for him. He got between her legs, his prick
throbbing above her pussy, then slowly entered her. He slid the log all
the
way in, making Angela cry out. He lifted his muscular ass up, then plunged
into her again... and again... and again. Angela was gasping, crying out,
her nails digging into his back. Then Will spread his legs wide as he
fucked my wife.
"Stick your head back there, boy! I want you to lick your wife's asshole
while I fuck her!" he yelled.
I got behind them and watched for a second as his black telephone pole
plunged ever deeper into my wife's white pussy. Then I got down and
started
to tongue her asshole. The gleaming black rod was right before my eyes,
fucking my wife while she moaned and screamed. "OH-H-H-H-H!
Y-Y-Y-Y-YES-S-S-S-S-S! OH, FUCK ME WILL! FUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she
screamed while they fucked faster and faster, Will diving deep inside of my
wife, both panting, shouting, screaming then, cumming together, Wills ass
jerking Gagging Black Cock The bikini was too small. She grabbed her razor and began
shaving her pussy, way too much hair was sticking out.
********************
"Holy shit mon," said Devon watching Vicki approach the lifeguard chair.
"She did it."
"Pay me the ten bucks later," said Booker jumping off the chair. He took
Vicki's hand as she walked up. "Devon, this is Vicki. Isn't she
beautiful?"
"She sure is mon, gorgeous."
"Keep an eye on things for me." Booker led Vicki back to the shack and
nodded at the pimply faced kid who couldn't take his eyes off Vicki.
A few minutes later, Vicki had her legs wrapped around Booker's waist as
he lifted her up and down his shaft. Already her pussy was taking more
of his cock then it had last night. She wanted it all by the time she
had to go back home. "I'm glad you like my new suit," she said taking
her tongue out of his mouth.
"I love it and that smooth pussy too."
"I'll do anything for you, for your cock."
"Are you prepared to prove it?" Booker whispered his demand in her ear.
A few minutes later. "Is this going to hurt?" Vicki was standing in the
sand, bent at the waist her stomach resting on a stack of rubber rafts.
"Yes, but I will go as easy as I can." Booker stuck the nozzle of the
suntan lotion in Vicki's ass hole and squeezed. He had already coated
his cock with lotion and he moved the head up to her anus. He held his
cock by the base to steady it, slowly pushing forwards.
"Oh god, it hurts." Vicki jerked forwards, but there was no where to go.
"It feels like you're ripping me in two. It doesn't get any thicker does
it?"
"No," lied Booker. He hadn't even pushed the entire head in and the
shaft under the head was quite thick. She jerked again as he pushed the
entire head in.
"I don't know if I can do this. It hurts, it doesn't feel good. Maybe if
it was smaller?"
"If it was smaller, you wouldn't be getting your ass fucked by a black
man in a beach shack."
Vicki didn't say anything as she knew he was right. "You're right, the
pain is starting to fade."
"Good. Then I'm going to start fucking you."
Booker slowly pushed the head in and out. Vicki relaxed a little and he
felt her ass muscles clench his cock a couple times. He started slipping
a little more in with each thrust. He decided to get the hard part over
with and shoved the thickest two inches in.
"Aaagh," Vicki bucked her ass in pain. Her knuckles were gripping the
rubber raft tightly and she had a grimace on her face as tears rolled
down her eyes. "Take it out. Please."
"Just give it a minute. Then if you want it out, I'll do so." Booker
actually waited several minutes, repressing his urge to start thrusting
his hips. He listened to her softly sob, her cries abating a little in
the end. "Well Vicki, are you going to obey me or do you want me to pull
out?"
"It's not so bad now. I want you to fuck my ass with you big cock. Shove
that black cock wherever you want."
Booker smiled. She learned fast. He fucked her ass for a good twenty
minutes managing to get half his cock in her. He bent one arm around her
waist and played with her clit making sure she came several times. After
cumming, he slowly pulled his cock out and watched light from the door
reflect off the sperm he had deposited in her ass as it flowed out. He
still wasn't used to the sheer amount of sperm his enhanced balls
produced, nor how quickly they refilled.
"Jesus, you're incredible," moaned Vicki pushing herself off the rafts.
"I wish I wasn't leaving in three days."
"We will just have to make good use of those three days then."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah, I'll take you out tonight. Let the others go on the booze cruise.
I don't want to be stuck on a boat with a bunch of teenagers."
"That's fine with me. The others have been kinda bitchy to me since last
night. I think they're jealous." The way Vicki was smiling gave Booker
the impression that she wasn't upset about being envied. "Apparently,
while you were rocking my world, their guys performances left something
to be desired."
"White men often have problems when the see a superior black cock," said
Booker watching her put the tiny bikini back on. Booker stared at her
ass as they left the shack. The little bit of material that covered her
ass and kept disappearing between her butt cheeks was soaked with semen.
"Are you telling me that all black men have cocks like yours? I figured
you were something special."
"I am baby, but we're all hung. If you don't believe me walk down the
beach and check out the packages on the black lifeguards versus the
white."
They reached the stand and Booker said,"Pick you up at eight." He was
smirking as he climbed up beside Devon.
*******************
"You got white gook all over the back of your leg," said Allison.
"Oops, seagull got me," replied Vicki. She flicked the wad of cum off
her leg wishing Allison wasn't watching then she could of lick it off
her fingers. The two girls had went for a walk down the beach. Allison
thought they were going to find Ginger while Vicki wanted to verify what
Booker had told her about black men was true. She was shocked to see
that it was. Every black lifeguard had a huge bulge. Some even had giant
cock-heads extending beyond their suits.
They found Ginger besides Fred's chair. He had a gorgeous blonde surfer
type lifeguard sitting beside him that Allison stared at constantly.
As they walked back to their blankets, Allison said, "can I hang out
with you tonight?"
"Oh, I'm doing something with Booker."
Allison's eyes showed her disapproval. She wasn't a bigot like Mandy,
but she clearly didn't approve of mingling between the races. "Come on,
I get motion sickness. I really don't want to be stuck on a boat for
three hours. Plus, that lame guy I hooked up with last night is going."
"I guess you could hang with us."
"Hey maybe Booker could set me up with that viking god sitting beside
Fred?"
"I'll ask him."
******************
"Nope," said Booker. "I ain't gonna hook her up with no white boy. Devon
here will come with us if you want."
"She won't date a black guy. No offense Devon."
"She don't know what she missin mon," said the black islander.
"We won't tell her then," said Booker. "Tell her I'll set her up with
Sven and then say he canceled at the last minute. Devon will take his
place."
"I don't like lying to my friends," said Vicki.
"You want her lookin down her nose at you for sleeping with me? Devon
will just have to change her mind about black men."
"She has been kinda snooty lately."
"Good, I'll pick you both up at eight."
"Tonight then," said Vicki.
The End 
Black On Blondes cocktails on a Friday or Saturday night. This one
particular
Friday night, she brought over a new employee around 8:30 or so in the
evening. I had just gotten home from my office and was taking off my tie
when I heard her enter. I went back downstairs to say hello. She was just
entering the living room with her employee, a large, very muscular black
male.
"Hello, John. Meet Will. He started at the club last week," she said.
I replied to Will that it was nice to meet him. He ignored my
outstretched
hand and just kind of stared at me. A little flustered, I mumbled
something
about just getting home and wanting to finish changing and made my way back
upstairs. While I was changing, I could hear ice tinkling in glasses and
the musical laughter of my wife and the low rumbling chuckle of Will. I
put
on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and went back downstairs. I entered the
living room to find Will and Angela sitting side by side on the couch.
Will
had an arm around her shoulders, and she was caressing the inside of his
thigh with one hand and a drink in the other. Both were breathing a little
heavy and obviously getting turned on. I felt my face getting red and felt
a gut-wrenching hurt inside my stomach. I was about to explode, like a
good
husband in this position should, when Angela spoke:
"Get in here, John! Sit down on the floor next to my feet. That's a good
boy," she sneered. I had never heard her like this. I obeyed, more from
shock than submissiveness.
Again, I Hardcore Black Dick up into his scrotum, looking tiny. Meat quickly sat back
down and Booker could see his hand tugging on it in a futile attempt to
make it look bigger. "You gotta go sit by Booker," said Mandy.
Meat stood back up for the first time in his life holding his hand
across his penis to cover it up and walked over to Booker. He sat down
beside the black man, everyone couldn't help comparing the foot long
black shaft to the formerly vain man's undercooked noodle.
"Meat my ass," whispered Booker to him. "They should call you Worm."
Meat shook with anger, but the black man had a way of intimidating him
into submission. "Matt honey, while you're over there, would you fill me
up some more beer?" said Mandy. Matt felt it was a dig at him when the
girl he was hooking up with called him by his real name and not his
nickname, but he dutifully stood and walked naked over to the keg.
Ginger went next. Fred hadn't wanted her sitting beside Booker so he
picked Vicki. The poor girl ended up slouching with both arms covering
her breasts. It was Allison's guy who stripped Ginger.
The blonde was perfection. Legs, breasts, stomach, face, ass, all were
perfect. Her extra weight, complimented her body making it shake
excitingly. Her pussy was shaved too which drove the men crazy. Ginger
sat beside Booker, both staring down the others bodies, their legs
brushing eroticaly. "If you want, sometime I'll let you touch it," he
whispered in her ear.
"How long will it stay like that?"
"It won't go down until it gets off."
The nude Matt was getting more beer for someone, and his body suddenly
blocked the view from the table. Ginger grabbed his cock real quick,
squeezed it and let go. "I'm sorry, I just had to touch it."
Booker couldn't respond, because Meat was returning, this time sitting
beside Ginger so that she was in the middle.
The game didn't last much longer, the three remaining girls were topless
and poor Vicki looked like she'd die if she had to take her panties off.
The other guy stripped, his penis even more pathetic looking then
Meat's.
The two girls ganged up on Fred and he stripped to his briefs, the bulge
under them hinting at another limp penis. Vicki seemed to sense he
didn't want to reveal himself, and said, "listen, it's late, lets call
it a draw." The others agreed.
Vicki scrambled to cover her body back up, then walked over to a still
nude Booker.
Everyone said their good nights and four couples found themselves headed
to two rooms with double beds. "Where you going?" asked Mandy holding
her clothes before her underwear clad body, "and can't you cover up?"
"I'm going to the next room," he said putting his arm around Vicki, "and
no sense covering up, I'll only be uncovering it again in a few seconds.
"You're with him?" Mandy couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice,
nor the look of horror on her face. Allison looked disgusted too, only
Ginger not seeming to care, though she couldn't stop staring at his
cock. She had sat close enough beside him to get a whiff of pheromones.
"Well, Matt and I are using the room, can't you go back to his house?
Can't you come back later?"
"Look at my cock Mandy," Booker said. "I'm ready now."
"How about we just turn the lights out," said Fred and the crisis was
solved.
Booker climbed on top the closest bed and laid on his back on top of the
covers while Meat quickly climbed under his covers. The girls got ready
for bed in the bathroom. When they finished and turned out the light,
the motel room was plunged into darkness. No one had shut the door to
the next room and Booker could clearly hear whispering and kissing.
Vicki slipped into bed beside him and snuggled into the crook of his
arm. Booker listened to the other couples.
"What's wrong? God I'm horny. How come it's not getting bigger? Don't
you like me? I must have had too much to drink." "Ow," said Meat
suddenly from the next bed, "quit pulling on it so rough." "Then get
hard damn it," said Mandy.
Vicki was running her hand across his chest. Booker grabbed her head and
pushed her down. "Suck on it again," he said loud enough the others
could hear.
Booker felt her hair brush across his chest and then her lips kissed his
stomach. They didn't linger, it was as if she were in a hurry to take
his cock in her mouth again. She was leaning across him sucking on the
tip and Booker leaned over, grabbing her ankle. He pulled her onto him
in the sixtynine position. "Your pussy's soaked, you horny little slut,"
he said and there was a feminine gasp in the next bed. Soon the room was
filled with slurping sounds and soft moans from Vicki's throat.
The desire to please Booker was all she could think of as she tried to
take more of his cock down her throat. It was getting easier as her
throat loosened up, but then Booker's tongue ran up her slit and her
world exploded. She reared up crying out with pleasure, squeezing her
lips tight as she realized everyone could hear her. She had never cum
before and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. It only
renewed her determination to give Booker the best blow job he'd ever
had. It was hard to concentrate though, as his skillful tongue was
already triggering another orgasm to build up.
Many minutes later, "My pussy can't take any more," whispered Vicki,
then she squealed as Booker moved his tongue up to her ass. It felt
weird, but nice and she wasn't about to tell him what to do. She would
submit to whatever he wanted.
"I'm cumming," groaned Booker.
"Finally." It was Meat's voice in the darkness.
"Its been twentyeight minutes," whispered Mandy back. "My god, it sounds
like Vicki's drowning. Are those gulping sounds? I think she's
swallowing it!"
In the next room, Allison almost slipped on her way to the bathroom. She
bent down to feel the object. It was an article of clothing. A strange,
intoxicating smell was coming from it and she sniffed, then took a
deeper whiff. It smelled of sex and she liked it. She carried it into
the bathroom with her and turned the light on. It was the black man's
briefs. It didn't matter, she buried her nose in the fabric and breathed
the smell in. It made her hornier and she didn't think she could be any
hornier then she was now. Allison looked in the mirror at herself
holding the underwear to her nose. She was nude except for her skimpy
panties and she could see a wet spot forming near her crotch. Her hand
found its way under the waistband and a finger brushed along her slit.
God that felt good. The guy she was with was getting ready to go back to
his room embarrassed by his impotence. As soon as he was gone, she'd
play with her pussy for a while.