An E&I Beach Story
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009
June 2001
Fred felt ill as he noticed Booker's huge dick swell up like an inflated
balloon. The black man lifted out the waistband of his shorts and
adjusted his enormous penis so that it would be more comfortable. The
sight of the black man's cock still shocked him even though he'd seen plenty of hard black cocks over the last month.
It was only early June, and Fred had been working with the eight black
lifeguards for three weeks or so. Every black man of the team had a huge
penis usually around a foot long with some even bigger. They loved
showing them off too. At the end of each day at least half would walk
around the locker/shower area sporting huge erections or swollen
half-erections swinging between their legs like fat black bananas.
Sometimes their erections never went down and others turned hard and
soft all day long. Fred felt so inferior around them, that he had taken
to showering and changing at his rental.
Fred had always thought he had a nice sized penis and was quite
successful with the ladies, but he hadn't gotten laid yet this year and
the black men had nailed several women each as well as gotten the two
female lifeguards to date them. The blacks were also using the beach
shacks to fuck these women during breaks. Fred had been a lifeguard many
years and this was turning into his worst year as well as one of the
strangest. Oh well, he thought, in another week the June bugs would
start arriving and he was guaranteed to screw some of the teens on
senior week. For now, he leaned over in the small lifeguard chair to get
as far away from the erection under the red swimsuit as possible. Then
he saw what had made the black man's cock go hard.
***************
"Gawd Damn," Booker hissed through perfectly white teeth. "Will you look
at that hot bitch."
"Holy shit! That's Laetitia Chaste, the lingerie model. She's also done
the Sports Photographed swimsuit edition. We get a couple famous people
here every year. They get sick of the Hamptons."
The two guards were in the outermost lifeguard stand, nearest the rich
section of town. The beaches were still not too crowded this time of
year and their stretch was nearly empty. The beauty stopped several
hundred feet from the lifeguards and waded into the still cold water.
"I gotta go talk to her," said Fred, hopping down.
"Hold on there white boy," growled Booker. "Don't you think a real man
would have a better chance with a hot bitch like that?" Booker rather
liked Fred and didn't care for humiliating him, but that's what E&I paid
him for.
Fred gave Booker the finger and proceeded after the young woman, but the
damage was done. His penis shrank up into his scrotum. He stared at the
pale white girl now up to her knees in the water and he pictured Booker
pulling out his shorts to adjust his enormous penis. Laetitia was
kneeling before Booker's enormous penis. She was kneeling in the shower
before all the black lifeguards. Fred was kneeling in the shower before
all the black lifeguards. Fred killed that thought quickly, horrified
that it had even popped into his head.
He'd been a lifeguard five years now and probably nailed 20 girls every
summer. He'd never had a gay thought in his life, but those big black
cocks had a way of insinuating their way into your thoughts. They even
smelled big and manly.
"Nice day, huh," he called to the supermodel and instantly thought how
stupid he must sound. Not to mention it was kind of chilly, cloudy, and
windy, not a nice day at all.
"Allo," she said with a sexy French accent when she turned to face him.
Fred was struck by her beauty, light brown hair falling down her back.
Pale blue eyes staring into his above a cute little nose and full, pink
lips. Her bikini was small and perfect for her hourglass figure. And
speaking of perfect, her breasts were magnificent, not too big and not
small. "I'm...," he froze and Laetitia's smile faded, "Fred, yes Fred."
"Laetitia," sighed the model, as if this were something she endured
every day.
"I know, I've admired your work."
"Merci, Fred, yes Fred. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go for a
swim."
"Be careful of the undertow," he yelled, before she dove in. He smacked
the palm of his hand on his forehead.
"Back me up, white boy," said Booker, running past him.
The black giant dove into the water and swam to intercept the woman.
Laetitia screamed as Booker grabbed her and pulled back swimming to
shore. She struggled and Fred watched Booker swing around, emerging from
the water carrying the model around the waist with his crotch pushing
into her bikini bottom. "Stop struggling miss, you're ok now." Booker
dropped her to the sand and walked around so that her face was staring
at the outline of his enormous penis under his lifeguard shorts.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked indignant, but frowning at
his cock outline.
"Oh, sorry about that." Booker adjusted his cock, but it had nowhere to
go and the outline ended up looking bigger. "It always gets hard when I
rescue someone."
"Rescue?" Laetitia looked up Booker's muscle bulging chest into his
face.
"No actually. I didn't save your life or nuthin. It's just you were
swimming into a rather large school of snapper blues. They wouldn't have
killed ya, just cut you up real bad." The black man turned to Fred. "How
come you didn't grab her? Didn't you see them?"
"No." Fred's dick got hard at that moment. The perfectly white female on
her knees in the sand looking up at her muscular black rescuer. Fred
pictured their bodies grinding together in the sand. Booker deserved
her.
"Cut me up real bad?" she asked. Laetitia peeked at Booker's bulge and
then quickly peeked at Fred's to see if it looked as large. It didn't
and Fred's erection disappeared as quickly as it had come.
It was too early for blues, but she didn't know that. "Nasty fish, real
sharp teeth. Probably would have scarred you for life," said Booker.
Laetitia shuddered with revulsion. Being scarred would have ruined her
career. If she'd had the choice between having her looks ruined or
death, she'd choose the later. "Monsieur, I do not know how to thank
you.".
"Why don't you buy me dinner tonight?"
"Of course. Gladly."
"Meet me at six at the lifeguard headquarters one block off the main
drag."
"Oui, I will see you then."
The white man and the black man watched her walk off. "Do you think you
got a chance?" asked Fred.
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck her."
"I don't know. She didn't look interested, just grateful."
"Care to bet?"
"Alright, how does $50 sound?"
"Done. There's two things the Frenchies are good at Fred, fucking and
surrendering. I'm gonna make her do both."
Fred chuckled. He was a male pig himself and except for Booker flaunting
his huge dick, Fred found himself somewhat liking the black man. If
Booker did fuck her, he not only would have won Fred's money, but gotten
Laetitia to pay for dinner, a real player.
And so began a rivalry between the two men that would last all summer.
**************
Donna, Coach Morrison, and four black lifeguards were speechless. The
fifth black lifeguard said, "DAMN!" real loud. They were staring at the
blonde supermodel leaning against the convertible Mercedes. She was
wearing a form fitting black dress and black sunglasses.
"Excuse me gentlemen," said Booker, coming out of the building. "I see my ride's here."
"DAMN!" said the lifeguard again as Booker nonchalantly, but with a
swagger got in the passenger seat as the young woman opened the door for
him.
"The Ocean Gourmet sound bien? It's my favorite restaurant in Stony
Harbor."
"Bien with me, baby," said Booker. Ocean Gourmet was the highest priced
restaurant in town.
"Just so you understand, I 'ave a beau. These is not a date. I'm just
rewarding vous for saving me."
"I understand, but you'll change your mind and fall madly in lust with
me by the end of the night."
Laetitia hesitated, then laughed. "You are very confident, er Mr..."
"Booker."
People stared as the two entered the restaurant. No one expected to see
a muscular black man in jeans and a tee shirt escorting a gorgeous
blonde supermodel in a thousand dollar dress. By summer's end, black men
with white women would no longer be unusual, but for now the clientele
and the hostess were borderline rude.
They were seated and ordered drinks. "So where you from?" asked Booker.
"Pont-Audemer in Normandy."
"How long you been a model?"
"Since 1993 when I was fifteen. I'm also an actress and made some French
movies. Very big in Europe."
"Where's your boyfriend?"
"He stays at my flat in London. He's an arteest."
"So you're here alone?"
"Oui. I'm resting for a few days before doing a runway show in the city.
And yourself, where are you from?"
"Harlem."
"Oh! Excusez moi, I must wash my hands."
Booker stood like a gentleman as she got up to go to the bathroom. As he
sat back down, he pulled out a small vial of Xcite from his pocket. He
made sure no one was looking then emptied it into her glass of wine.
Laetitia Chaste would be very horny by the end of dinner. It wasn't a
guarantee, but it helped tip the odds in Booker's favor.
Booker held up his glass of wine when she got back. "To the best looking
girl in the restaurant," he said, drinking.
Laetitia smiled at him and gulped her wine. "And to my gallant hero."
The two killed the glass and Booker poured them some more.
Dinner arrived and they chatted back and forth. Booker asked her about
her boyfriend and Laetitia filled the black man in on how they had met.
She smiled talking about him. "Is he a good lover?" asked Booker.
"Oui, tres bien." Laetitia raised her eyebrows. "Why?" she asked.
"Have you ever been with a black man?"
"Non, I ‘ave not."
"Then you don't know what a good lover is."
"I've had many good lovers."
"Black men are the best, Laetitia. We last longer, penetrate deeper, and
recover quicker."
"Nonsense, you are trying to seduce me. I only brought you here as a
reward." Laetitia felt a little flushed staring into Bookers eyes.
Europeans are not uptight about sex and the model was comfortable
discussing it, but the black man did possess a powerful animal magnetism
that made him more attractive.
"I'm not trying to seduce you. I'm trying to educate you. Imagine being
crushed beneath a muscular black body like mine while a thick black cock
slams into you reaching twice as deep as any white man ever has."
"You flatter yourself, monsieur." Laetita waved the dessert menu before
her face. "They need to turn the air conditioning down. It's hot in
here."
"No, it's you that are hot. You're wondering if I'm right and it's
turning you on. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to use the facilities."
Mon dieu, she thought. I am aroused. Laetitia couldn't remember ever
being this aroused. Her nipples were poking into her bra and her panties
felt soaked. When he had saved her, she had felt an improbably large
penis pressing into her back as he carried her out. Of course, size
didn't matter. Maybe, she was just feeling gratitude for the man who had
saved her looks. The black man did seem incredibly powerful and
masculine, if a bit absent minded, he was walking back with his zipper
down. His briefs were tight and bulging out. "Your pants are open," she
told him.
"Thanks." Booker sat down and fumbled with his fly under the table. "Now
have you been thinking about what I said?"
"I'd rather think about dessert." The truth was she was so horny, she
could think about little besides sex.
"Oops, I just dropped the salt shaker. Could you reach it, it rolled
over by you?"
Laetitia looked down, but didn't see it at her feet. She pushed the
chair back and bent down. There it was, over by Booker's sneakers. Laetitia, reached out, then got on her knees, seeing Booker's cock. "Merde." she whispered. The pompous ass hadn't zipped his pants up, he'd pulled his cock out. Booker had light brown skin, but his cock was much darker. The head was wrapped by his foreskin, but looked as big as a plum and it smelled.
Laetitia stared at it and stared some more. She should have gotten back up in her seat, but the smell called her forwards. The smell promised
satisfaction of her needy pussy. It didn't smell dirty, it was clean as
he'd freshly showered, but it was somewhat musky and it was growing
stronger trapped by the tablecloth. Laetitia reached out and pulled the
foreskin back. The big, knobby head was brown like the rest of his skin,
much lighter then the black shaft. She inched closer then took the head
in her mouth, thinking how much better it tasted then her expensive
dinner.
Laetitia kissed, sucked, and licked the head for several minutes until
Booker reached down and pushed her head back off his dick. Reluctantly,
she released it, then got back in her chair. The waitress was staring at
her with one eyebrow raised. "I'll replace whatever silverware you
dropped, miss," said the waitress.
"Just the salt shaker," said Booker. "Oh look, it's by my foot." He
picked it up.
"I'm checking to see what dessert you'd like?" asked the waitress of
Laetitia.
"We're going to skip dessert," said Booker.
Laetitia had a dazed look on her face. "Yes, we'll take the check,
please."
The waitress left, then returned with the check totaled, handing it to
Booker. He passed it over to Laetitia who still looked shocked as she
pulled out her credit card. Booker fumbled under the table trying to put
his dick away and it took some time. She understood how difficult it
must be to put away an unbendable foot long penis. The waitress returned
and Laetitia signed the receipt. As she was putting her credit card
away, Booker reached in her purse. "Mind if I drive?" he asked, grabbing
her keys.
People had stared when the black man had arrived with the beautiful
young woman, they stared even more as they left. The black man was
holding her closely, guiding her out the door with one huge hand cupping
her ass cheek.
**************
"I'm renting one of the beach houses," she said.
Booker shifted gears. "I gotta get me one of these," he yelled, as the
Mercedes sped up.
Fresh air filled Laetitia's nostrils as they left town heading for the
rich section of the beach. Jacques, her lover sprang to mind. How could she betray him, they were in love and had discussed marriage? So the black man had a huge cock. Why had she reacted as she had? "Booker," she yelled. "I need to take you back to your car."
Booker reached down and undid his pants. His cock head and many inches
of shaft was visible jutting up out of his briefs. "Damn thing's feeling
restricted. I couldn't hear what you said."
It was just a big cock, fascinating, freakishly so, but not that big of
a deal, she thought staring at it. God, why had she licked it? He saved
my career and now he's going to think I'm a tease. "This is a mistake.
I'm in love with my boyfriend. Turn around and we'll take you to your
car," she yelled.
Booker shook his head, cupping his ear, indicating he still couldn't
hear her. "Come closer," he said.
Laetitia was about to scream for him to turn around, when the hand
cupping his ear came out and wrapped around her head. He pulled her too
strongly and her head ended up in his lap.
Out of the wind, with her face in his lap, Laetitia could smell his cock
again. She nuzzled it a little, breathing deeply. Thank god, he hadn't
heard her. She remembered why she had sucked on his cock under the table
and quickly took it in her mouth again. And to think she'd almost passed
up a chance to try out a cock this big.
She pulled his cock off his stomach with her mouth as her hand pulled
his briefs down. His balls were sized to fit his shaft, gigantic, so big
they thrust outward from his thighs. She hefted, then kneaded them
before moving her hand up his shaft. She pulled his foreskin down as she
licked around his big brown cock head.
Laetita had always enjoyed doing this for her lovers, but Booker
presented a new challenge. She relaxed her throat as best she could, but still gagged as she took the head in deep. This was what she was meant to do. She decided she would swallow his seed when he came. Her way of thanking him for letting her suck on his dick.
Booker tensed up and his dick swelled. He had lasted a long time.
Laetitia's neck was sore from bending over and bobbing her head. She had
managed only about seven inches, but vowed to swallow more the next
time. The head was swollen so large, she feared it would wedge in her
throat, but it still slid easily. His cock spasmed, hot semen shooting
down her throat into her belly. The next time the head entered her
mouth, her cheeks bulged out from the abnormal amount of semen he was
shooting. His orgasm lasted nearly a half minute, the huge cock
continuously shooting wad after wad into her mouth as fast as she could
swallow. When she was sure he was done, she reluctantly released his
still plump dick and raised her head, hoping she had pleased him.
"Which one?" he asked.
Laetita hadn't even realized he'd stopped the car, she was so into his
cock. She wiped cum off her lips as she looked around. They were parked
in a cul-de-sac by all the beach houses. "That one," she pointed. the
one with the big brown dick, er deck."
He drove over to her rental and they got out. He squeezed her ass as
with a shaking hand she unlocked the door. "Upstairs," she said. They
didn't make it.
At the base of the stairs, Booker grabbed her waist and stooped, pulling
her ass into his crotch. Amazingly, he was rock hard again, still free
as he'd never put it away. She held her ass there as his hand moved up
to the back of her dress and slowly unzipped it. He pulled it down,
struggling to get it over her hips until it fell at her feet.
Maybe deep down she knew, but for some reason, Laetita had worn her
sexiest bra and panties from Hidden closet. The material was sheer, but
dark black, setting off her pale white skin. The rear was scanty, nearly
a thong. Booker's hand ran down her ass, but she turned, smiling at him
as she unhooked her bra. He had somehow pulled his shirt off without her noticing and stood clad only in jeans with his foot long cock sticking straight out through his zipper. His cock twitched when he saw her firm breasts capped by small rose colored nipples.
She turned and raced up the stairs, but he caught up with her. His hand
hooked into her panty and yanked it down. Laetitia bent down, grabbing
the steps giving Booker the perfect beaver shot. It was too much for the
black man. He grabbed her hips and held her in place. Booker stepped up
to her, aiming his cock between her legs.
"Umph," grunted the blonde model as Booker pushed his cock head into
her. "I don't think this is going to work," she said, having second
thoughts. "I'm too petite down there."
"This is one tight pussy, but it'll fit. It always does."
Laetitia was stretched wide, but amazingly it didn't hurt all that bad.
Her pussy was stretching to accommodate him and making it easier by
soaking is cock with her juices. She was so wet, it was pouring down her
thighs. Booker worked his cock a bit then pushed the head in deeper.
"Oh! ah," she cried.
"You digging your first taste of black cock, baby?" he asked.
"Oui, monsieur. It's so big, but it's tres bien."
"How about a little more then?" Booker pushed another inch in and
Laetita mewled like a kitten. He had enough in that he could start to
make little thrusts. He pulled back and pushed forwards, pistoning his
hips as slowly her pussy opened up for him.
"No man has ever been that deep, monsieur Booker.
"Men will always go this deep, baby. You been fucking boys."
"Have I taken it all?"
Booker laughed and shoved the last five inches into her.
"Aaaah, too big. Non, non, le robinet noir too grand."
Booker held her still as she squirmed around his cock moaning. She
adjusted quickly and calmed down. He started bucking his hips, removing
just and inch before pushing it back in. Her pussy spasmed and a fresh
wave of juice coated his shaft. "Ready baby?"
"God yes. Baisez-moi, Booker. Fuck me," she whispered.
Booker obliged her and started removing more, soon fucking her with half
the shaft, then the whole thing. He was slow at first, but started
picking up speed. He sucked his thumb into his mouth, wetting it, then
brought it down to her ass hole. She jumped at first, but relented and
he pushed it in. She shuddered with her first orgasm of the night as his
thumb entered her ass.
"Le petite mort," she purred. "J'aime le robinet noir. Donnez-moi qui
robinet noir. Baisez-moi avec grand robinet noir. Baisez-moi!"
"I don't know what the fuck your saying, bitch, but I'm guessing you
likes it." Booker started fucking her hard and fast at a pace only
enhanced black men could match.
"Oh, I likes it, monsieur. Baisez-moi," she screamed between orgasms.
Laetitia was pushing her ass back into his thrusts, but his powerful
cock was pushing her forward until she almost collapsed on the stairs.
"Cumming, baby," he growled.
Laetitia gasped as Booker's powerful orgasm hosed her womb and she had
the biggest orgasm of her life. Laetita recovered just as Booker removed
his spent cock. "Le grand mort. Je vais seulement baiser les hommes
noir."
"What the fucks that mean?"
"I said, I'm only going to fuck black men from now on."
"Smart girl. Now get that white ass upstairs." Booker slapped her ass
playfully.
**************
Laetitia strolled down the beach in her skimpy bikini. It was small and
blue, designed by Hidden Closet tailors to perfectly fit her body and
cover just enough skin to keep her from getting hassled by police.
Being European and French, she would have been completely comfortable
topless or nude, but this was America. People stared, some pointing
obviously recognizing her.
"Yo there hot thing. Why don't you come up here and talk to me?"
Laetitia looked up at a black lifeguard sitting in his stand with a
female lifeguard. He grinned when the super model headed his way. "I'm
looking for Booker."
The grin turned to disappointment. "Three stands down, baby."
"Merci." Laetitia glanced down at his crotch before turning away. He had
a very impressive bulge. Why hadn't she ever noticed this fact about
black men before?
"Damn!" said the black man at the next stand. He too was a black Adonis
with a large bulge.
Booker was at the following one with another black lifeguard. "Hey LC,"
he called.
"Bonjour Booker," she felt a thrill go through her as she looked at her
black lover. "I extended my rental another week."
"That's great baby. How was New York?"
"The show went well. Can I see you tonight?"
"I'll be over right after work." The black beside
Booker cleared his throat. "Oh, Laetitia Chaste, this is Devon."
"Bonjour," said Devon. He had a Caribbean accent.
"Bonjour, Devon," she replied.
"Hey, there's a little party happening tonight. Why don't you two come
by? asked Devon.
"I was hoping to stay in tonight." Laetitia winked at Booker.
"Nonsense, the party's just several homes down from your rental."
"We'll talk about it," said Booker. "Care if I take my break now?"
"Go right ahead, mon," said Devon.
"Come on LC," said Booker, jumping off the guard stand.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see." Booker held hands with her as they approached the nearest
beach shack. A teen was running it, sitting in a chair reading as it was
a slow day. "Is the shack free?"
"Yes, sir," said the teen. He looked scared to death of the muscular
black man.
Laetitia followed Booker into the shack and soon found herself lying on
her back on a stack of rafts while Booker impaled her on his shaft.
**************
Laetitia slowly jerked her hand forward along Booker's cock and licked
up every drop of sperm that appeared. "I love the taste of your sperm,"
she moaned.
"You must, baby, you swallowed every drop."
"Had to, this is an expensive dress."
"And a hot one, ready to go?"
"Can't we stay in and fuck all night?"
"We'll just put in an appearance. This party is being thrown by a very
important man. You sure dressed to impress, baby. Don't mind if I show
you off do you?"
"I would be honored. I should be allowed to show this off," she said,
grabbing his crotch. Laetitia was wearing a spaghetti-strap sundress
that stopped well above her knees. It was light blue and hugged her
curves. She was also wearing light blue high-heeled sandals and looked
like she was on her way to a photo shoot. "I told Jacques to move out.
Maybe you could come see my London flat sometime?"
"Sounds fun." Booker led her outside and the walked down the street to
the huge beach house. Rap music echoed down the block. Cars lined the
street and people crowded the upper deck as well as the beach near the
dune crossing.
Booker poured them two beers from a keg then they climbed the deck.
"Welcome to my humble abode," said a deep voice behind them. Laetitia
turned to see a giant black man much like Booker, but with a shaved head
and goatee. "I am Solomon King." He reached out a hand and Laetitia took
it. She felt a thrill shoot up her spine at his touch and gaze. "And you
are Booker, one of my...the town's lifeguards."
"Yes, sir," said Booker, delighted that Solomon King knew his name.
"Nice house, Monsieur King," said Laetitia.
"Thank you, Miss Chaste. Let me show you around. You don't mind if I
borrow your date for awhile, Booker?"
"No, sir."
Laetitia took Mr. King's arm and he led her off. Beside Solomon,
impossible to miss, was the obese black bodyguard known as Bull. Bull
turned to follow Solomon. All the enhanced knew Bull's story. How he was
the victim of a prototype Xserum and how his cock was rumored to be 18,
20, or 24 inches long, depending on who you were talking to.
Booker wandered around for thirty minutes or so meeting the eye of many
of the women there, chatting with some of the other lifeguards present.
He failed to see Laetitia or Solomon King for that matter. Booker went
searching in the house and noticed the fat black bodyguard unlocking a
door. "Bull, have you seen Mr. King or Laetitia?"
Bull stopped and looked a Booker. "Come on in," he said.
Booker followed Bull into a room filled with video monitors and
controls. Several cameras showed views of the outdoor hot tub, including
a black man making out with a white girl. One showed a large bedroom.
Laetita was sitting on the bed, still dressed, looking at Solomon's
cock.
"Fuck!," growled Booker. I wasn't done with her yet."
"Sorry," said Bull, turning a dial. "Solomon has plans for her. He wants
me to tape her for something to hold over her head. Of course, she'll
probably go along willingly when he's done with her.
Laetitia's voice came over the speakers. "You’re wrong, it's not the
biggest I've ever seen. Though it ties it."
"I guess, I lost the bet then," said Solomon pulling the shirt off over
his head. "Are you sure? Why don't you grab it to see if it feels
bigger?"
Solomon's cock was swaying before her nose now and her head was
following it. She reached out and grabbed it. "I shouldn't be doing
this. I'm here with someone that I really like."
"It's black cock that you like so much," said Solomon, pushing his cock
head between her lips.
"Fuck!" said Booker when his date started sucking on King's cock.
"She really can't helps herself, you know what I'm saying?" stated Bull.
"I know."
Solomon did tell me he was impressed with your conquest and left
something to pay you back."
"What's that?"
Bull turned on another camera. A pretty mousy woman was sitting on a bed
fidgeting. "She's a married housewife, daughter of a minister. Got
hooked on one of our websites and sent an email asking for an E&I stud
to fuck her good. Never fucked a black man.
Booker's dick was already hard.
*************
Laetitia loved Solomon's cock as much as Booker's, maybe even more.
Solomon was circumcised and his looked sleeker, handsomer. It tasted the
same. She hefted his balls, admiring the weight. She removed Solomon's
cock head from her mouth. "Lets switch places," she said.
Solomon sat on the bed and Laetitia kneeled on the floor between his
legs. Her mouth and throat now knew how to handle big black cocks and
soon she was deep throating him. He lasted a long time, but her neck
muscles were starting to get used to their new work out. Despite her
skill, she'd never been able to finish Booker off in under twenty
minutes and he averaged over thirty. Solomon lasted about a half hour
before filling her belly with his hot spunk.
Laetitia was now familiar with the amazing recovery rate black men
seemed to have. She kept his cock head in her mouth and stroked his
shaft rapidly. He quickly turned hard again. Solomon laid back on the
bed and his cock plopped out of her mouth. He held it straight up.
"Baisez-moi."
"Vous Parlez Francais?"
"Oui," said Solomon. "I picked up a little when I was in Vietnam. I do
business there," he lied. She wouldn't believe the thirty-something man
before her was actually a Vietnam vet in his seventies.
Laetitia straddled his legs and climbed to her feet to lower herself
over his cock. Twelve inch cocks were getting easier to take, but they
still stuffed her to capacity. Luckily, her pussy knew what it wanted
and produced plenty of lubrication for men like Booker and Solomon King.
Laetitia placed her arms on his chest and started fucking him as fast as
she could. She felt a little guilty for cheating on Booker, but the
sight of Solomon's cock had lit a fire in her pussy. Why was she acting
this way around black men? Was she becoming a slut? Fucking two men does
not make you a slut, she assured herself. As Solomon grabbed her ass
cheeks and spread them open for another huge cock, she wondered if
fucking two men at the same time made you a slut? Laetitia looked over
her shoulder expecting Booker, but instead saw that it was Devon, the
islander lifeguard. She had taken Booker's cock in her virgin ass the
first night, so Devon's monster didn't hurt much and he had oiled it up
well.
"Oh oh oh ah," she panted as Devon's cock head slid past her sphincter,
deep into her bowels. She could feel it competing with Solomon's cock
for space. "Oh, it is good. Bien. Bien Baisez-moi avec robinet noir." If
this is what it felt like to be a slut, she was now proud to call
herself a slut for these hung black men. After a half hour of getting doubly penetrated Solomon's cock hosed her womb with his hot seed, closely followed by Devon's sperm filing her bowels.
Minutes after both black men had cum, Laetitia found herself on all
fours with Devon fucking her pussy and Solomon her mouth. Every time
Devon thrust, he pushed her lips to the root of Solomon's cock and
every time Solomon thrust her thighs slammed back into Devon, his huge
balls slapping them.
Laetitia set a new record for orgasms with the two men that night. "I do
not know how I ever survived without black cock," she said, dressing
while Solomon and Devon reclined on the bed. "I need to go find my
date."
"I'll be back in the city, Monday," said Solomon. "Can we get together?"
"Of course," replied Laetitia. "I'll do anything for more of this..."
She grabbed his cock and bent to kiss the tip, shaking her head in
disbelief as it grew an inch.
"Anything?" asked Solomon. "Funny you should mention it, but there are
some favors you could do for me."
"What is that, Monsieur King?"
"We'll talk about that later," he replied.
The End
Author’s Note: I changed the title of this story. It was originally planned as a trilogy and I may still continue it, but the other stories will focus on different models. The plan was for a story about the E&I takeover of Hidden Closet and another story about a Sports Photographed swimsuit photo shoot on Trinibogo.
This character is, obviously, based on Laetitia Casta, a Victoria’s Secret model who was very active in the 1990’s. I don’t speak French and the French in the story was taken from a translation website. It may not make sense to a French speaker, but I find that to be a little funny. I’ll call it Franglish.
Franglish is cool monsieur storm..
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