13 A Tale of Two Lifeguards

A Tale Of Two Lifeguards
An E&I Beach Story
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009

May 2001

Stella slowed to a steady jog, controlling her breathing as the sandy
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 black 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 feminine. Long
straight blonde hair, large breasts and sexy hips. Donna taught aerobics
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 thirty-five 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 buoy 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!"

“Next year, Samson,” called Booker to the black man that hadn’t made the cut. Stella felt it odd that the black men all seemed to know each other.

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 hands of the Stony Harbor 2001 lifeguard squad. Congratulations to all of you." The Coach paused while some of the squad applauded and the blacks high-fived or fist bumped 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
been compatible, but Donna had said the sex was good. Even hugging a big
breasted babe like Donna, Stella could see Fred was still distracted
about something. She wanted to ask him about it, but then the blacks
came out of the locker room dressed and joking around with each other.

The Coach stood up from his desk. "Thanks for coming team. I'll see you
all in May, call me in a couple weeks for your schedules."

Booker stopped by Donna and Stella. "Me and the brothers are hitting
happy hour. You two want to come?"

"No thanks," said Stella. "We're gonna have a quiet dinner to catch up
then we’re both heading home tonight, back to the real world tomorrow."

"Well see ya next month," Booker winked at them and joined the gang.
Stella didn't care for black people too much, especially black men, but
there was something attractive about Booker. The black man's presence
was just incredibly masculine. Even, cocky, confident Fred standing
beside them looked a little uncomfortable.

The two women went to one of their favorite restaurants, a Mexican joint
for dinner and margaritas. There they caught up on the past year.
Neither brought up their new black coworkers.

***************

Coach had a surprise for them the first day of work. Donna and Stella
had their own shower. It was a single stall with one locker, but it sure
beat sharing with the guys. "I wanted to do something for you two," said
the Coach, "since you're both valuable employees.

"Thanks Coach," they said in unison. Both women knew the Coach was
probably more worried about being sued then for the kindness of his
heart, but they'd wanted separate showers for years.

Everyone seemed so excited to start the new season, but after changing
into their red swimsuits, the men seemed subdued again, well the whites
anyway, the blacks still seemed pretty gung ho. Coach Morrison handed
out their roster for the day. Stella was assigned with Hans, a good
looking blonde Adonis, but also an arrogant jerk in her opinion. "Hey
Donna, who you got?" Stella wondered if Donna might switch, though it
was frowned upon.

"Devon."

"That's me, pretty lady," said a black with a thick island accent.

Stella recognized him as the black man that had been first on the beach
during tryouts. The man was an amazing swimmer and athlete, but she was
in no hurry to get stuck with any blacks. "See ya at quitting time," said Stella. The other blacks had seemed to defer to Devon as if he were a natural leader.

The day got off to a slow start, as did the season. In two weeks
Memorial day would be upon them and the crowds would hit. In June the
senior week teens would swarm the beach like locusts, "June Bugs" they
were called. July and August would be nonstop crowds. There would be
saves every day, rip currents sending all the lifeguards in and out of
the water, and most of all stupid tourist questions.

"So ready to go out with me yet?" asked Hans.

"Maybe next year," Stella replied. Hans chuckled. That had been her
response every year for the last three. "I've been dating a guy at
school." Hans didn't really want her to go out with him. He just wanted
to get laid now before the hordes of women arrived to throw themselves a
him. The male lifeguards were almost all pigs. Few were faithful and
most dumped their girlfriends just before summer. They often traded
women around, she'd heard of a couple threesomes, and worst of all they
were known to have blow job parties where one girl serviced all the men.
Stella had made the mistake of dating a coworker her first year only to
catch him screwing a June bug. Luckily, he had only guarded that one
year. Hans turned his attention on a lone female sunbather. The woman
was slightly chubby, low quality for summer, not bad for this time of
year. Hans got a date and Stella knew he'd be getting laid tonight.

Later, Stella stood by the locker while Donna got her shower. She let
her gaze run down Donna's full chest and felt a little envious though
her breasts got Donna a lot of male attention and Stella was happy to be
left alone. "Hans asked me out again," said Stella, "and got his standard answer."

Donna laughed and got out of the shower. She hesitated then said, "Devon
asked me out too."

"You turned him down right?" Stella was concerned for her friend.

"Of course, but I almost said yes."

"Don't date a lifeguard, Donna," warned Stella, "You know what they're
like." Stella dropped her towel and showered.

"And Devon's no different. He found someone to go out with tonight. I
tell you he's one sexy man though. Those muscles, that accent. I
couldn't stop thinking about him all day, especially his..."

"His what?"

"Stella, I swear to you this is no lie. It looked like he had a snake in
his pants. His penis must be gigantic. I could see the outline of it's
tip and it looked as big as a golf ball.

"Surely, it was an illusion?"

"I don't think so. It swelled several times. Once when he asked me out
and again when the woman he asked out, came up to the stand. I wouldn't
believe me either, but I know what I saw. When she accepted, that big
head moved three inches and nearly came out of his shorts. Then the
whole thing swelled up and he got this obscene bulge under his shorts.
He adjusted it up and it stayed like that for over an hour."

"Wow!" said Stella, though she was still skeptical. She turned the shower 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
interchangeable. 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 exaggerated 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 sub shop.
"Donna, have you ever dated a black guy before?" asked Stella before
taking a bite of her cheese steak.

"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 harassment," Stella
said, still in a state of shock. If a black man or any man had done that
with her, she'd have 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.

"Donna said the two she sat with both seemed to have large penises."

"Stella, every one of them has a foot long dick give or take an inch.
They're freaks. I've seen black men in the showers back in high school
or the gym and I've never seen anything like this. They walk around like
the own the place, they don't bother wrapping towels around their
waists. Their dicks swing around like big bananas and they seem to get
hard if the wind changes directions. Sit on the bench to put your shoes
on and there will be a big black dick in your face in seconds. It's like
they're rubbing their big size in our faces. Some of us aren't even
sticking around to shower. We... they get away from the blacks as fast
as they can."

"I get the picture." Once Fred started getting this off his chest, he
didn't seem to want to shut up about it.

"Brockman came in after me and immediately took his swimsuit off. He had
a huge erection and he strutted around bragging about what he was going
to do with it tonight. It never shrank an inch, Stella and it was still
hard when he left."

"Don't worry, Donna said she'd behave herself tonight."

"I'm not worried." Fred gave a nervous chuckle. "No woman could handle a
penis that big. Those men might be big, but they got to be frustrated as
hell. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Stella watched him walk up the stairs. She could tell he
was bothered by the black thing. It made him feel inferior. Yet, when
they were dating Donna had confided that Fred was the best lover she'd
ever had. Fred sure was good looking, if he wasn't such a male slut,
Stella would even consider going out with him. Stella went to their
living room to wait up for Donna, but she still hadn't returned long
after last call so Stella went to bed.

Donna was in the shower when Stella got up. "You were out late," said
Stella, when her turn for the shower came up.

"I had a little too much to drink and fell asleep on Brock's couch."

"Wasn't someone using it?"

"No, the brothers actually have a very nice apartment with plenty of
bedrooms. One of them has to have some money. Most of them didn't come
home anyway."

"You look like you didn't get any sleep." Stella didn't want to say that
Donna looked horrible. Donna's cheeks were swollen and she walked like
someone who had ridden a horse too long, like her joints were aching.
Stella hoped her friend wasn't coming down with the flu.

That day Donna got another black named Cassius and Stella got Brockman
who was every bit the obnoxious jerk she thought he was. He did have a
big bulge.

Brockman was a very sexy man and Stella to her disgust found herself
attracted to him. Rubbing up against his nearly nude muscular body was
very distracting and arousing. He openly stared at her body. "How'd you
like to do something tonight baby? he asked.

"Asshole, Donna's one of my best friends." Brockman picked up her hand and pulled it towards his crotch. Stella
jerked her hand back. "That won't work with me."

"Donna didn't tell you what a good time she had with Brock the cock last
night?"

"Liar, I know she didn't sleep with you."

"You'll come around." Brockman turned away from her and waved a teen
girl over to him. Soon he had a date that night. Stella felt so bad for
her friend, but Donna had been warned not to date a lifeguard. The
blacks may be new this year, but they were learning fast.

Donna dropped a bombshell back at the locker room when Stella told her
about Brock. . "It's ok Stella, I'm going out with Cassius tonight. I'm
going to skip dinner and take a nap before our date."

Stella was stunned and even more stunned when Donna came out for her
date. "How do I look?" asked Donna, spinning around.

"Like a slut."

"It's not that bad." Yesterday, Donna had been sexy and beautiful in the
sundress. Today, she was wearing a short skirt and a halter top. Her
stomach was bare and sexy, though a little pale as female lifeguards all
wore one piece suits. The top was little more then titty huggers.
Donna's large breasts bounced freely, unconfined by a bra and even worse
Donna's nipples were rock hard clearly visible through her top. "I think
I look nice. That's it I gotta get going."

"Isn't Cassius meeting you here?" Stella couldn't remember which one he
was.

"No, I'm meeting him at the beach bar. Don't wait up."

***************

The next day, Stella was partnered with Fred. He kept bugging her for
information on Donna's date. "She says nothing happened, but she got
drunk and crashed on the couch."

"Oh," said Fred quietly. "That's what she used to tell people when we
were dating. She never slept on my couch though."

"I don't think she slept with him. He made a date with a girl for the
next night and Donna didn't seem to care. She even made a date with
Cassius."

"What? Another black guy?"

"It doesn't seem to bother her. Don't worry about Donna, she's not a
slut."

Donna was a slut and Stella found that out when she got back to the
lifeguard station. Stella understood the stunned expressions on the
white guard's faces now. Donna was kneeling in the shower sucking on a
pair of black balls. The massive foot long penis was superimposed over
her face as big as she had said and the man's balls were more the size
of large fruits then the more typical nuts. Neither noticed her watching
them and Donna moved up to suck on the tip of his cock. The black man
guided her head a bit then pulled her to her feet. He cupped her ass
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 coconuts 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. Stella looked up from the large pool of sperm and realized the couple was watching her. "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 apologize 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 favorite Mexican
restaurant. "I'm not ashamed of what I've done," said Donna.

Stella rolled her fajita. "What's it like? How did you take..."

It's easier then you think. Black cock fills every inch of your pussy.
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 asshole 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."

"You’re 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 up, 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
left. "You asked how I took it in my pussy," stated Donna now a little drunk from margaritas and starting on beer. "That was nothing, I even took it up my ass."

"Donna please!"

"And I liked it to. It hurt at first, but then..."

"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 a voice with a Caribbean accent behind them.

Devon walked up smiling with another black lifeguard named Tim Harmon,
but they referred 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 liked 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 convertible 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 tree trunk 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 upper deck 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 voluptuous 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 embarrassed 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 have 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 thin frame. Her belly was a little too white as she hadn't had much free time to sunbath. Her stomach hardened and ridges appeared.

"Damn look at those abs," said Tiny. "Turn around let me see your back
muscles."

His gaze was so admiring that Stella felt very smug, but also
embarrassed. Her nipples were hardening, pushing the bikini top out. She
turned around realizing she was exposing her bare ass. Her ass was
neither big nor small, but it was very smooth and hard. Stella slowly
lowered herself and turned around, sitting down so that her chest was
covered by water. Her face turned red as she realized Tim was still
staring intently at her. "So Devon, who owns this place?" she asked as
Tim handed her a beer.

"Solomon King of King Enterprises."

"Isn't he one of the wealthiest African-Americans in New York?"

"Actually, THE wealthiest in the state and top ten in the country. He
just bought the pharmaceutical plant outside town."

The four joked and talked for awhile finishing their drinks. Donna
leaned against Devon and their hands were busy underwater. "Tiny, could
you hand me another beer?" asked Stella.

Stella saw there was nothing tiny about the black man when he stood. His
thick, plump shaft appeared as the big black man reached over towards
the cooler and got a beer.

"You're not wearing a bathing suit!"

"Nope, didn't bring one."

"Sea serpent!" shouted Donna giggling. Devon's huge cock head broke the
surface of the water and reared up, moving left then right. Donna was
gripping it beneath the water and moving it around. Devon raised himself
out of the water and Donna turned around swallowing what looked like a
foot long shaft.

Tiny raised himself up and sat on the edge, his long cock dangling in
the water. He watched Donna giving Devon the bow job and his cock
suddenly extended an inch and began to rise out of the water. He glanced
longingly towards Stella.

"Oh go suck him off before I ask him to join me and Devon," said Donna
pausing in her blow job while Devon pulled her bikini top off.

"I-I'm not that kind of person," Stella said staring at Tiny's now hard
cock.

Is it cause I'm black?" asked Tiny.

"No, I've just met you. I don't sleep around."

"It's my cock isn't it? You don't like it."

"No Tim, it's fine. It's huge."

"Now I know you're lying."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a runt. Why do you think they call me Tiny? At least it's thicker
then most to make up for it's shortness."

Devon was busy guiding Donna's head up and down his cock, but chimed in,
"You forget Tiny, you're small for a black man. Stella probably never
had black cock before so you're probably huge to the little white pricks
she's seen."

Stella wouldn't have believed this a month ago. Tiny's cock was almost
eleven inches long and very thick. This was small! This was small enough
they gave him a derogatory nickname? Tiny stood and waded towards her. "Is Devon right? Is this big to you?"

"Yes." Stella stared at it in awe hovering just inches above her head.
Tim was so tall, she was staring up at two huge, sperm filled nuts.

Stella was holding her beer. Tiny reached down and took it from her,
guiding her hand over to his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it. "Does
it feel big to you?"

"Yes, it's huge." Stella caressed it awed by his size.

"Taste it Stella," said Donna.

Stella looked away from Tiny's black cock and at Donna. Both she and
Devon were staring intently at her wanting to see her taste her first
black cock.

"I can't do this," she said, standing and climbing out of the tub.

"You don't know what you're missing," said Donna.

"Go suck on Tiny," whispered Devon in Donna's ear.

"Yeah," groaned Tiny as Donna took his cock in her mouth. "You're no
fuckin tease like your friend. You're a black cock suckin white slut."

"So is Stella, mon," said Devon. "She don't know it yet. Smell that
chlorine. Why don't you go see how Stella's doing?"

The chlorine in the tub! It was covering up his pheromones. Stella had
touched his cock and she wasn't xcite horny nor were his pheromones
affecting her. Maybe she was a little drunk, but she was curious about
black cock. He pushed Donna back off his cock and left the tub.

Stella was sitting on a bench near the shower holding her head in her
hands out of sight of the hot tub. She heard a foot step and looked up.
Stella was staring right at Tiny's cock. "I wanted to check up on you,"
he said. The fat monster looked different now. It was wet and
glistening. It was also rampant like men get when extremely aroused. Her
nipples now grew painfully erect and her pussy got wet. He smelled of
sex, the same powerful odor she had detected watching Donna and Cassius
fuck in the shower. A sight and smell she'd never forget. She wanted it.
She had wanted it for awhile, but had been fighting it. Stella snapped.
She pushed her nose into his crotch and inhaled deeply. "Suck it," said
Tiny.

Stella breathed deeply through her nose again, then kissed her way up
his cock. She grabbed the base to steady it and ran her tongue around
the head. Soon she was taking the tip in her mouth and sucking on it.
Stella choked as it hit her throat, but relaxed her gag reflex and
forced more in. She breathed through her nose, the smell only making her
want it more. Soon she was sucking on a good seven inches while Tim
guided her head along.

"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 pleasure 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 pushing 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 rhythm, 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 Tim 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 they 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.

The End