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beach passed by under her bare feet. She was closing on one of the black
men. There were nine black men this year which was strange as no blacks
had ever tried out for lifeguard positions in Stony Harbor before and
this was Stella's third year. Even stranger, all nine back men were
muscular giants, more boxers or linebackers then the tall, lean
basketball player build so many black men possessed. They shouldn't have
been this fast with all that muscle mass, but most didn't even seem to
be straining.
"Nice day for a run," said the black man she was closing on. "Name's
Booker."
"Stella." The man wasn't even panting and they were closing on three
miles out.
"You're returning right? I'd sure like someone to show me around town
tonight."
"Sorry, have plans," said Stella slowly, still controlling her
breathing.
Booker didn't reply to her rejection. He just slowed down and Stella
sped past him. She glanced behind her. Donna was chugging along far
behind, but not the last. Booker slowed till Donna caught up with him
and Stella got the impression the black man was asking Donna the same
thing he had just asked her. Such arrogance!
Donna was clearly the hotter of the two female lifeguards. She wasn't
necessarily prettier then Stella, but she was a lot more feminime. Long
straight blonde hair, large breasts and sexy hips. Donna taught areobics
during the winter and kept in great shape. Stella was attractive, but
more athletically minded. She was blonde too, but kept it short and
wavy. She was lean and wiry with smaller, perky breasts and strong
runner's legs.
The thirtyfive aspiring lifeguards reached the outlying area of Stony
Harbor where the huge beach houses stood. Stella glanced over at them
and saw a lone black man standing on the upper deck on one of the beach
houses with a telescope beside him. That's when the nine black runners
cut loose. Booker quickly passed Stella again without looking at her and
soon nine black men were leading the pack far ahead of 24 white men and
two women. Stella watched them pass her heading back towards town. She
was amazed at their stamina. She reached the turning point with some
other runners and followed the blacks back. This wasn't over yet.
Coach Morrison was waiting at the five mile point. He seemed surprised
to see all the blacks leading the way. He blew his whistle and pointed
towards the water.
This was the hard part and the town paramedic waited on the beach as
well as a man in a wet suit out by the last buoy. Stella braced herself
and hit the cold water. It was Easter break, April, the water was
freezing. It was cold in June, July even, but now it was life sapping.
The water covered her breasts and took her breath away. Steady, she
thought, just kick and paddle, arm over arm, reach the last buoy and
you're home clear.
If this was a battle of the races, it evened out in the water. Stella
passed a black man, then another. Several white men caught up with the
lead black men, then fell back. They rounded the bouy and headed back
for the beach, pulling themselves out of the water and the towels Coach
Morrison had waiting. Three of the black men beat all the rest and the
Coach looked impressed. He worked people hard and respected strength.
Even the black men looked tired now.
Stella fell on her ass in the sand and shivered under the towel. She
counted those sitting on the beach and those coming out of the water.
"Yes!" she said as Donna hit the beach.
"D-id, I m-make it?" asked Donna collapsing on the beach.
"Number twenty."
"Great," wheezed Donna. "It gets harder every year."
Stella patted her friend on the leg and watched the stragglers. The last
fifteen would be cut and only one was black. Donna was surprised to see
many vets had been beat this year. Some she liked and would miss, but
the name of the game was saving lives.
"Gawd damn," cried the slow black when the Coach told him he was cut.
"Fuck!"
Coach waited until those cut had headed for the headquarters for showers
before calling the names of those sitting around him on the beach.
Amazing, but half the blacks had already recovered from the ordeal and
were standing. "Stony Harbor hasn't had a drowning death in six years,"
yelled the Coach. "I leave that record in your hands, the 2001 lifeguard
squad of Stony Harbor. Congratulations." The Coach paused while some of
the squad applauded and the blacks high fived each other. That made a
squad of ten white men, two women, and eight black men. "Donna, Stella,
go hit the showers first and welcome back."
"Thanks coach," said Stella wrapping the towel around her neck and
heading to the lifeguard headquarters on the boardwalk.
After showering, Stella and Donna sat and talked to the Coach in his
office while the men showered. The white men came out first. All seemed
subdued or stunned. Some were wide eyed, staring off into space, others
looked a little scared.
"Hey Fred," called Donna to a returning guard. "What's up?"
Fred shook his head from his stupor. "Not much, how's it going Donna,
Stella." Fred hugged Donna and nodded at Stella. Fred was a good
looking, muscular guy and had dated Donna briefly. They hadn't really
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questions. It's a perfect arrangement.
Listen to this: I'm sitting at Denny's reading a local weekly paper. It's still early in the morning, and I'm finishing
off a coffee. My wife usually makes breakfast, but she was away visiting her mother, who's in an assisted care facitlity.
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cheeks and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his thick waist.
Donna's small white hand was reaching down to guide the large prick to
her pussy. Soon the black man was bracing her against the wall and
giving her the fucking of her life.
At first, Stella was disgusted. Donna was babbling inane nonsense about
"fucking her with his big black cock" and he was constantly belittling
her calling her "slut" or "bitch" or "black cock loving whore." If any
guy said those words to Stella during sex, she would have kicked him in
the nuts or tangerines in the black man's case. Then the smell hit her.
Stella felt the room grow hot and steamy from the shower. Her nipples
hardened as she watched the couple. She felt ashamed this disgusting act
was turning her on, but the room reeked of sex. a powerful masculine
aroma. Stella was the one being fucked by black cock, riding him in the
shower and it was good, so good she'd do anything for this man all he
had to do was ask.
Stella shook her head to clear it and found the couple had finished. The
black man had pulled out and set Donna down. He was decent enough not to
cum inside her. His big foot long cock was pointing towards Stella and
it shot out a large wad that nearly stunned the young woman. The wad
could have filed a shot glass and an equally large amount dripped down
to the shower drain, dangling from his rapidly deflating cock head.
"Sorry," said Stella lamely.
"No problem," said the black wrapping a towel around his waist and
heading for the men's room.
Stella looked at his face realizing it was neither Cassius nor Brockman,
it was Booker! He left and Stella heard no sounds coming from the men's
locker room. The men were long gone. Stella had been staring at the
couple for forty minutes. "Just what the hell are you doing?" asked
Stella stepping around the wad on the floor.
"I can't help it, they make me feel so good."
Donna was still in the shower catching her breath. Her legs were spread
wide and Stella got another shock. Donna's thighs and distended clit
were covered with sperm. Large blobs and strands of semen were also
falling out between Donna's legs. Booker hadn't pulled out to cum, he
had filled her pussy with enough sperm to fill half a can of coke. "I've
loved fucking every one of them. I think I'm a whore for black cock."
"Donna, you need help."
"Stella, wait, I'm sorry, let me clean up and we'll get dinner."
"Clean this mess up too. I'll shower at the house."
Stella walked briskly to their apartment. She kept thinking about
Booker's cock, but thankfully the salty sea air helped clear her
thoughts. After showering, Stella caught Donna on the phone canceling
another date and left her alone to appologize to whatever black man
she'd been planning on screwing tonight. Donna went to change in their
shared bedroom and soon came out. Tonight she was still sexy, showing
off her midriff, but not as slutty.
Later, the two were silent as they ate at their favorte Mexican
restarant. "I'm not ashamed of what I've done," said Donna.
Stella rolled her fajita. "What's it like? How did you take..."
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Every nerve ending in my pussy felt alive. I came so much I thought I'd
die. I can't explain it. My date with Brockman...I hated it, hated him.
He's an arrogant, obnoxious jerk, but I couldn't refuse him after
clutching his cock all day. He led me under the boardwalk when we left
the bar, pushed me to my knees in the sand and pulled his cock out.
I forgot he was such an ass hole as I stared at his huge cock. I
couldn't think of anything, but that big dick. You know how you suck a
guy off cause you love him or hope he goes down on you? Well, I sucked
Brockman because I wanted to. I liked it. He was getting the blow job,
but I was the lucky one. I even swallowed his cum."
"Do you have to be so vulgar when you describe it?"
"Sorry, they like it when you talk dirty to them. After that, I was a
little disappointed because I really wanted his black co...penis in my
vagina. No sooner then we arrived at his place, but we stripped and his
cock turned rock hard again."
"Must have been awhile for him."
"Ha, no Stella. Not only are they big, but black cock gets hard at the
drop of a hat and they last forever too. Brockman came five times that
night, three within two hours of each other."
"Your making these guys out to be gods!"
"Cassius was easy. He knew I was into him. We had one drink then went
back to their apartment and fucked all night. Booker just followed me
into the locker room and joined me in the shower."
"He didn't even ask?"
"He didn't have to. Lets pay then go have a drink at the beach bar,
we're both off tomorrow."
"Ok." Stella wasn't sure she wanted to hang out with Donna anymore. Her
friend had turned into a foul-mouthed slut in a manner of days, but they
had to live together for the next three months and she could use another
drink.
The girls grabbed a table at the beach bar. Coach Morrison and his wife
were there having snacks at the bar. He bought the girls a round, then
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off and dried herself.
"I almost said yes, just so I could see it. I dated a guy once who was
close to seven inches, and he was good in bed too, but Devon made him
seem tiny. What's the biggest you've ever seen?"
"Around six inches I guess." Stella had only been with three men. She'd
never given any thought to size, all their penises could have been
interchangable. Of course, size doesn't matter, it's how much you care
for the man that made for good sex.
"I can't help wondering what something that big would feel like." Donna
had a dreamy look in her eye as the two women left work. The white
lifeguards had all hurried to shower and leave, while the blacks were
the last out. Even the coach walked out of the lockers white as a ghost
and looking stunned.
Stella couldn't help wondering if it was Devon's big penis that had the
men so subdued. She'd studied biology and human/animal behavior. It was
almost like Devon was an alpha male the way he intimidated some and
others looked at him as a leader only the black islander had a huge
penis instead of antlers or colorful plumage. This was far fetched and
Donna had surely exagerated his size.
The two women met some of the guys for happy hour, a first day
tradition, then headed back to their shared rental.
The next day, Stella got assigned Fred and Donna got Brockman, another
black man. After work, Stella was closer to headquarters and got to the
shower first. Donna came in later and was uncharacteristically quiet.
"Hey Donna, what do you want to do for dinner?"
"I kind of have a date tonight," replied Donna looking embarrassed.
"I thought you were seeing someone?"
"Not seriously."
"So who is this guy then?"
"Brockman."
"Donna! I hope you know what you're doing. You know what lifeguards are
like." Stella was more troubled that Brockman was a big black man, then
a coworker.
The two women grabbed a quick bite to eat at a boardwalk subshop.
"Donna, have you ever dated a black guy before?" asked Stella before
taking a bite of her cheesesteak.
"No, I've never given it any thought until now."
"What made you decide to go out with Brockman?"
"He's got a huge penis too."
"You're imagining things now."
"No Stella, I swear, I...touched it."
"What?" Stella was stunned. This was not the Donna she'd known for three
years.
"I know I sound like a slut, but I couldn't say no. He kinda caught me
staring at it. He smirked a little, then asked me out."
"And?"
I kinda waffled answering him. He took my hand and put it on his penis."
"Sounds like a jerk to me. You should sue him for harrassment," Stella
said, still in a state of shock. If a black man or any man had done that
with her, she'd of slapped him. "What did you do then?"
"I kept my hand on it for like two hours. I only let go when some
tourist came up to ask a question. It was like I was holding a salami
Stella. It stayed rock hard the whole time."
They left money for the waitress and stood. "I must say I'm surprised at
you Donna. He's gonna expect sex after touching his thang all day."
"I know, but I don't fool around on the first date. You wait until you
sit by one of them all day. You'll see where I'm coming from."
They went back to the apartment where Donna spent an hour in the shower
and getting ready for the date. Stella had never seen her primp so much.
When Donna came out she was wearing a sundress that stopped at her knees
and was low cut to show off her large breasts. She was wearing sandals
and her toenails looked freshly painted. The two girls waited for
Brockman in the dark on the porch.
The black man showed up on time wearing khaki pants and a tight white
tee shirt that hugged his muscular torso. Several times he caught the
street light and Stella swore he had a huge tent in his trousers. It
looked as big as Donna had said, but it had to be a trick of the light.
One thing was clear, the black man arrived with an erection.
"Stella right?" said Brockman putting his arm around Donna as if they
were already a couple. Would you like to join us? I can get one of the
brothers to come with us."
"No thanks. Enjoy yourselves."
Stella followed them out of the porch. Donna was leaning into the black
man as they headed towards the boardwalk and the beach bars. Brockman's
deep voice carried through the night air to her. He said, "It hasn't
gone down since you touched it."
"Where they going?" said a voice.
Stella turned. Fred was sitting on the steps to the upstairs apartment
he shared with three other lifeguards. He was drinking a beer.
"They're on a date. You got one for me?"
Fred looked as stunned as Stella had only he turned worse looking. He
stood up to fetch her a beer and his face looked pale. He ran up to the
apartment and his hands were shaking when he brought the beer back down
to her. "I can't believe she's going out with him!"
"Why?"
"I just don't like him, any of them for that matter. They're all
arrogant jerks. I'm not prejudiced either."
"Fred, have you noticed anything strange about them...anything at
all...in the locker room?"
Fred seemed reluctant, he hesitated, then said, "Their dicks are huge."
None of the white lifeguards had discussed the unusual size of the black
men's penises.
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"You really haven't cum in a while, have you?"
"Yea, I guess." It was true. I had been on a sexual skid for almost 7 days...no porn, my wife was gone, and I'd been
so caught up in work -- honestly -- this was my first nut in a week. I took a few seconds, gained my composure, and stuck
it back through the hole. She sucked it now for a bit, then slid her pussy over it...and I lost my load in less than a
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Just then the door to the men's room opened. This made me a bit nervous. I peered through the crack of the stall wall,
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"Suck that black cock, you slut."
Stella would have found his comments demeaning and if any of her old
boyfriends had said it, they'd be going home with blue balls, but she
barely heard the black man. She was too intent on sucking his cock,
trying to get him off. Her neck was hurting, but she forced herself to
go on. She was so lucky. Stella decided she should reward the black man
by actually swallowing his sperm. Her free hand started massaging his
balls. His cock jerked and hot sperm slid into her belly. It jerked
again and another large gulp slid down her throat. She wanted to taste
it. Stella moved her head back as another wad filled her mouth to
overflowing. She gulped then again as more filled her mouth and again
and again.
Later, after Tim pulled back and she reluctantly released his cock from
her mouth. "I've never enjoyed sucking a man off before. It's weird, but
I liked sucking you. Even your semen tasted good. I-I'd do it again."
Stella stroked on the still plump cock as she spoke.
"You're learnin yo place girl."
"It...it's getting hard again?"
"Yes, let's go join the others."
Stella climbed up the hot tub ladder as Tim stood behind her. His large
hands grabbed her hips, but it wasn't to steady her. He pulled her
bikini bottoms down and she stepped out of them. The top soon followed
The water in the hot tub looked like the ocean in a hurricane. Donna was
straddling Devon screaming out in pleasre as she bounced wildly up and
down his shaft. "Oh god, oh god" screamed Donna. "Oh god, having black
cum flood my pussy always gets me off."
Stella watched her friend quit moving and shudder in orgasm while Devon
groaned as he shot his load. Tiny sat down in the water and pulled her
into his lap. His cock head broke the surface to guide her pussy towards
it. Stella lowered herself, her pussy lips pusihng in, then parting as
the huge head forced it's way in. "It's so big." Soon Stella was raising
and lowering herself over his shaft taking more and more while Tim
sucked on her nipples. "So big, so good. Oh, oh, I'm cumming."
"Now you know what it's like," said Donna beside her as Stella shivered
from the biggest orgasm of her life.
"Oh it's fucking good Donna. Oh god, I'm gonna cum again. Oh yessss."
Stella came again which left her in a euphoric state as she felt hands
on her hips.
"Might as well break ya in good," said Devon behind her.
"What are you? Oh, fuck me Tiny. What are...oh, oh. Oh god, not my ass.
Oh god, cumm...hurts too big." Stella would always remember this as her
only painful orgasm.
Pleasure won, but the pain in her ass was acute as Devon took advantage
and pushed half his cock in her ass.
"Not fair," complained Donna. "I haven't had two cocks yet."
"Your turn will come," growled Devon pushing another inch in.
The pain faded as she came down from the orgasm. It was strange at
first. Stella could feel their dicks rubbing against each other inside
her. Then they started to move. There was no rythym, no working
together, just two cocks having a free for all in her pussy and ass.
Soon she was cumming again. "I think she likes black cock, Dev," said
Tiny.
"She sure does mon."
"I fucking love it," she screamed as Tm flooded her pussy with cum.
Stella had her biggest orgasm yet while he came inside her and soon her
ass was also flooded with sperm. Later, she hadn't even recovered when
she watched the blacks do the same thing to Donna.
The two girls pulled a train the next day. Devon and Tiny took them back
to the brothers' apartment where they soon fell into an exhausted sleep.
Stella awoke around noon as someone pulled her legs apart. It was
Cassius on his lunch break. He slow fucked her for about forty minutes,
grabbed a quick sandwich, then left. Two blacks came home on break
around one. Stella listened to Donna scream in pleasure in the next room
while her own screams rivaled her friends. Brockman came in at two,
didn't like the mess between her legs, so he flipped her over and fucked
her ass. At three, she was kneeling under the table sucking off Booker
while he ate his lunch. The two women made their escape at four, getting
home as fast as they could before the blacks got off work and gangbanged
them. There the turned off the lights and rested their sore bodies.
The next day, Stella was sitting in the lifeguard chair beside Fred. She
was a little jealous that Donna had gotten Brockman as a partner, not
that they could fool around at work, but it would be nice to squeeze a
black cock every now and then. Stella was wrong though. They could fool
around at work. Devon ran over to her chair having the same lunch break
as she did.
"I need to drain my balls," said Devon as she climbed down. "What's up
mon," he said to Fred. "Come on slut, I have an idea."
Devon grabbed her hand and led her towards a beach shack where he
proceeded to intimidate the pimply faced kid into letting him use it.
Stella could see Fred staring in shock at them until the shack door
closed. Soon Devon was fucking her on top a stack of rafts. These shacks
would see a lot of use this year. This was going to be a long summer,
thought Stella. A long, satisfying summer, she corrected as she started
cumminig.
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"That was nothing, I even took it up my ass."
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"Donna no more. I don't want to hear anything about black men the rest
of the night. Understand?"
"Yo yo lay-dees may we join you?" said the Carribean accent behind them.
Devon walked up smiling with another black lifeguard named Tim Harmon,
but they refered to him as Tiny, probably because he was around 6'10, a
muscular giant among the blacks . Stella was about to say they were
discussing something when Donna chimed in, "Of course, take a seat."
Stella felt uncomfortable with the black men, but they did seem to have
a certain aura about them she found attractive. Despite her dislike for
them, Stella caught herself laughing at Devon's jokes. She quit laughing
when Devon's hands kept disappearing under the table by Donna. She made
small talk with Tiny asking him how he like his job and such. It helped
that the black men were generous with the drinks, ordering several shots
and making toasts. Stella was soon the drunkest she'd been in a long
while.
"You laydees want to go some place fun?" asked Devon.
"Sure," chimed Donna. "We're both off tomorrow."
"Still, I think we've had enough Donna. Lets go home."
"Nonsense, come on let's go." Devon left a tip
on the table and the foursome stood up, heading for the door.
"Where are we going?" asked Stella.
"It's a surprise," replied Devon, trust us. The islander put his arm
around Donna and started walking down the boardwalk.
"Just so you know Tiny," whispered Stella to the black giant, "I'm
seeing someone, so this isn't a date."
"I gets it. Just coworkers havin some funs."
Devon had a convertable bmw parked at a meter on the street. The four
got inside and drove off. Stella sat beside Tiny and found herself
checking him out. His bare bicep was as big as her thigh and she had
strong athletic thighs. She'd never found bulging muscles attractive,
but on the black men they worked. The same could be said for his shaved
head, glistening from the street lights. It was sexy and virile. Tiny
Tim wasn't good looking, but in a way he was one of the sexiest men
she'd ever seen. She felt very feminine sitting beside him.
The beamer drove to the edge of town, then turned West towards the
wealthy part of town.
These were the beach houses rising above the dunes on stilts. Farther
from the beach were more million dollar homes not elevated and the
community even had their own little private marina off the canal outside
town. Devon pulled up into the driveway of one of the beach houses and
parked. "My other boss owns this place," said Devon. "He's only here on
weekends.
"Wow!" Donna got out and stared at the building. It was huge with a
ground floor entrance as well as a large upperdeck and a private dune
crossing.
"He lets you hang out here?" asked Stella.
She'd seen this place from the beach many times. She vaguely recalled a
large black man standing on the top floor "widows watch" watching the
lifeguard tryouts last month.
"Hell no, the house is off limits, but..." They followed Devon around
the side of the house, "he lets me use the hot tub." Devon climbed up
the ladder and started hitting some buttons. It was a large, elevated
8-10 person tub. "Tiny, go get the beer out of the trunk."
"This looks like fun Devon," said Stella, "but we're not wearing our
bathing suits."
"Stella," said Donna, pulling two bikinis out of her purse.
"There's a outdoor shower over there you can change in," said Devon
pulling off his shirt as Tiny returned with a small cooler.
Stella was out of excuses and followed Donna to the shower. Donna went
inside to change first. Stella rolled her eyes at the bikini she now
held. It was her skimpy one. She wouldn't even wear this thing to the
beach as it covered too little skin and the thong made it illegal. She
only wore it in the backyard on her days off. Oh well, at least the
water would cover most of it up.
Donna opened he door and Stella's eyes bugged out. Her voluptous friend
was wearing a virtually obscene bikini. The top was too small, squeezed
her breasts tightly, and just covered her nipples. The bottom was as bad
and Stella guessed that Donna had shaved her crotch or hair would have
been sticking out around her bottoms. Stella took her place in the
shower and stripped off her outfit, putting on her embarrassingly small
bikini. Stella gathered up her clothes and stepped out.
"Damn girl!" Tiny said looking down at her as she approached the tub.
"You look fine."
Donna who was kissing Devon paused and they too checked out Stella.
Devon whistled.
Stella was already embarassed by her skimpy bikini and the attention
made it worse. She climbed up the ladder a little lightheaded from the
booze and got in the water. "Wait," said Tiny before she could sit down,
"turn around for me."
"I will not," said Stella.
"Come on," he pleaded. "If you won't turn around then flex for me, I
love athletic women."
"Alright." Stella raised her arms and flexed, proud of her figure. Where
Donna would of fit in with the baywatch cast, Stella could have been on
the cover of fitness magazine. Her breasts weren't large, but stood out
on her