23 A Can of Worms

A Can Of Worms
An E&I Beach Story
Copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009


This story originally appeared in two parts.


Part 1

August 2001


Jake opened the can of worms.

"You know you'd look better then any of those girls," he stated.

Lydia glanced over at the girls clustered around the lifeguard stand,
then put her chair back and dug her feet into the sand. "Don't they have
any shame? Those suits are nothing but patches and strings."

"Shameless, yet I wouldn't mind seeing you in something like that.
You've got a body too nice to hide under that 1910 era bathing suit."

"It's not that bad, but maybe I will buy something a little less
conservative while we're here. This is my first time at the beach
remember."

"I know dear." Jake and Lydia were both thirty-five, childless because
Jake had an unusually low sperm count, and they had been married for ten
years as of today. The young couple from Kentucky had saved for a year
to spend a few days in New York, then end their week on the beach in
Stony Harbor, Long Island.

Lydia opened her eyes under the sunglasses and caught her husband
looking at the young girls in their bikinis. She felt a bit jealous, but
he was right, she would look better then most of those girls. Lydia had
a fantastic body. She was thin, but with large hips and oversized
breasts so big, she'd consider getting them reduced if it wasn't so
expensive. Lydia wasn't that jealous, for Jake kept glancing away from
the girls to the worms wriggling in his cup. "Oh go ahead and get going.
I'll stay here and catch some rays."

Jake winked at his wife and grabbed his rented fishing rods before
hiking off towards the jetty. Broadway and the museum of art had been
for her, fishing was his part of the trip. She didn't mind his absence,
Lydia enjoyed relaxing and doing nothing.

Lydia glanced once again at the girls. There were two lifeguards sitting
in the chair, one white and one black. The girls were congregating
around the black one, which she found unusual. Lydia and Jake's town was
lily white and she'd almost never had any contact with black people. The
black lifeguard stood up in the chair suddenly and blew his whistle at
someone in the water. She could make out a very broad, very muscular,
back before she closed her eyes and took a nap.

Lydia awakened and stood up to stretch. The black lifeguard was gone and
only one girl remained talking to the white lifeguard. She checked her
watch and realized, she'd better return the chair to the rental shack or
pay for another hour. Lydia gathered up her things and carried the chair
back towards the shack.

A pimply faced teen took her chair and just as she was about to turn,
the door opened and the black lifeguard walked out. The man was immense.
He had a shaved head, biceps, thighs like tree trunks, and was well over
six feet tall. His chest looked hard as a rock and every muscle was
perfectly defined. His eyes gave her the once over and he smirked as if
amused by her bathing suit. The man returned to his stand.

Lydia thanked the kid and bought a diet coke from him. She then turned
and started the long hike towards the jetty when she heard the shack
door open again and a young woman in a bikini came out. Lydia didn't
give it a second thought and headed to look for her husband.

Jake had a big, dumb grin on his face when she found him. "Just caught a
twelve inch sea trout, honey," he said, clearly thrilled to catch his
first salt water fish.

"Great! I'm gonna head up to our room now."

"Sure, I'm going to stay here a bit longer. Wow, you look tan already!"

"It's my Greek heritage. I tan real quick if I spend any time at all in
the sun.

"It looks good."

"Thanks, just never seem to have the time to tan back home." Lydia
paused because Jake's rod suddenly bent down and he set the hook before
reeling in a strange looking flat fish.

"Cool beans, a flounder!"

"Don' be too long honey." Lydia took one of Jake's big shirts out of her
purse and put it on for modesty as she headed towards the boardwalk. The
shirt hung just above her knees and made her feel less conspicuous,
though the boardwalk was full of half naked girls with far less modesty
then she had. Young people these days had no decency.

Stony Harbor was not a large town, though it supported several miles of
boardwalk, a marina, a plethora of restaurants, and some big clubs. East
of town was the marina and West were beach houses on stilts probably so
expensive, she and Jake would never be able to afford one in a thousand
years. She passed an unlimited number of beach bars, tee shirt shops,
arcades, and grills before reaching her motel. Just outside their motel
was a large swimsuit store.

Lydia stared at the bikinis on display in the window. Her husband's
comment about the old fashioned suit and the black lifeguard's amused
glance popped into her mind. She looked down her ample cleavage at how
pale her bosom was compared to her rapidly darkening skin. "Can't hurt
to look," Lydia mumbled before entering the store.

No sooner had Lydia reached a rack of bikinis then the salesperson was
on her. "Well hello there."

"Hello" Lydia said turning to find herself staring at a hard black brick
wall or chest to be more specific. The black man was wearing a tight,
low cut tank top, shorts, and had a necklace of shark teeth around his
neck. She looked up into a face handsome for a black guy, but with some
racial features such as a broad, flat nose, and large lips. He wasn't
terribly black, more light brown and his hair was a close cropped afro.

"Name's Samson, Miss. How may I help you today?"

Lydia turned back around because Samson appeared to be staring down her
swimsuit. "I'm just looking at swimsuits."

"Great, I'll get your measurements and we'll find you something less,
eighteenth century."

"Thanks," said Lydia, sarcastically. She was definitely buying another
swimsuit. He left for a moment and she took the opportunity to button
the top of her husband's shirt, but her cleavage still pushed it out too
far.

"Here we are," said Samson returning. He held a tape measure up.

"That’s not necessary, I know my measurements."

"Best to be sure to get a perfect fit."

For the next ten minutes, Lydia was spun around and examined from head
to toe. Samson embraced her from behind while he measured her breasts.
The man was incredibly masculine and her legs grew wobbly in his arms.
He was very forceful as if he was used to women obeying him. He rapidly
unbuttoned her shirt and she let him. Samson pushed the shirt off over
her shoulders and Lydia felt like she would die from embarrassment. Her
nipples were hardening, clearly visible through the suit. He then cupped
her breasts in his meaty hands. "Damn, these whoppers are real. I've
never seen breasts this big on a woman with your frame."

Lydia's nipples were completely hard now and she made small talk to hide
her embarrassment. "You're not what I expect to find working in a ladies
swimwear store."

"Just this summer, I'm trying out for the lifeguards next year. I did
this year too but was a bit slow in the water. Ill be better next year.
Bend forward and touch your toes."

Samson stood behind her and measured her ass with his hands. He did it
slowly, but fast enough she didn't protest. Feeling up the female
clientele was clearly one of his reasons for selling bikinis. He moved
around to her front and pulled her up until she found herself staring at
his crotch. Lydia frowned as she saw the penis shaped bulge. It was
gigantic and as she stared the head traveled another inch down his right
short's leg, the bulge swelling up a bit. Another inch and the big thing
would be pushing past his shorts. Lydia shocked herself by suddenly
wishing it would pop out just so she could see it.

"Alright, go to the waiting room and I'll pick you
out some things."
     
*****************

Lydia was unusually horny that night and actually welcomed Jake's
rolling on top of her at 11:02. She kept picturing Samson's bulge under
his shorts and wondering what it looked like. It had to have been an
illusion of some kind. No penis was that big. At least she assumed that
was the case. Jake was thrusting his in all the way into her crotch and
she figured it was four inches inside her. It suddenly deflated rapidly
and he was breathing heavily. Jake rolled off her and she glanced back
at the clock. It read 11:05. By 11:08 he was snoring beside her and
Lydia grabbed the remote turning the weather on. She wanted to see what
the tanning index was for tomorrow when she tried out her new bikini.

"Hey, you bought a new one," said Jake the next morning.

"Yeah, like it?"

"It's certainly an improvement, but you know how I love belly buttons."

"I know." Lydia's husband was really turned on by women's navels. Her
new two piece's bottom came up high to cover her lower stomach. The top
was pretty large too, but outlined her big breasts more then her one
piece. "Baby steps honey, this is pretty daring for me."

"Don't get me wrong babe, you look damn hot whatever you're wearing.
That white strip has gotta go though."

"Gone by the end of the day provided it's sunny." Her bare midriff was
pale white compared to her now tan top and legs.

Jake and Lydia hit the beach, rented some chairs and relaxed in the sun.
Today there were two black lifeguards fighting for space on the small
chair. Lydia caught her husband staring at the girls congregating
around the tall stand. Women must throw themselves at lifeguards no
matter what race they were. Lydia was a little disappointed Jake was
still checking out the other girls in their skimpy bikinis and wasn't
too happy with her two piece. Samson hadn't been to thrilled with it
either. The big black salesman had continued to bring her tiny,
virtually obscene bikinis, some little more then thongs. He insisted she
try one on, but when she saw how much skin she was showing off, she
refused to let him see how it fit her. Eventually, she got tired of his
aggressive sales technique and picked out her modest two piece.
 
Lydia looked over at her husband fidgeting in his chair. "Oh, go ahead,"
she said.

"Be right back." He jumped up and returned the chair.

Jake soon returned, rod slung over his shoulder. Jake opened the can of
worms. "Now that’s a bikini," he mumbled, thinking Lydia couldn't hear,
but sound carried further over sand. A young girl, barely legal, walked
past in a bikini so small, the rear almost disappeared between her ass
crack and the top was little more then patches small enough the bottoms
of her breasts protruded out. Jake shook his worms then set off for the
jetty after giving her a kiss goodbye.

Lydia felt a little hurt, but perked up as she walked down to the water.
All the men she passed checked her out, eyes always zooming in on her
breasts. She arched her back to thrust them out and stretched her arms
over her heads. This got her a lot of attention, but all the male heads
suddenly turned away from her as the girl with the skimpy bikini walked
past. One of the giant black lifeguards jumped down off his chair, put
his arm around the girl, and the two set off towards the boardwalk.

Lydia reached her chair in time to see the lifeguard and girl enter the
beach shack. Young people, probably smoking dope, she thought. Why else
would they go in there? Maybe the black guy was a pusher? Lydia half
considered telling the head lifeguard her suspicions, but decided it was
none of her business.

Lydia relaxed in the sun for a long time, happily noticing her white
stripe was disappearing. She soon grew tired and decided to head up,
knowing Jake wouldn't quit fishing until his rod's rent time had run
out. Thinking of her husband made her start thinking about his comment
on the young girl's bikini. Lydia was thirty-five and felt very insecure
about her age and looks. Her breasts were big enough they had always
sagged, but she recently had started noticing they were sagging just a
little farther and a line was appearing around her eyes when she
laughed. Her hair was normally a plain brown, though spending time in
the sun had made it lighten and it now had a sexy, blonder unkempt look.
Lydia paused outside the swimwear store and looked at all the bikinis
that showed off the belly and navel. Some didn't look that bad.  

Luckily, Samson was busy with another customer. A young, college age
girl helped her go through some racks. Lydia was thumbing through a
bunch of hangers when a deep masculine voice behind her said, "Mindy,
why don't you take your break now." Lydia stood to see Samson grinning
at her. It wasn't so much a friendly grin as it was a predatory grin and
it unnerved her a little. "Not happy with what you bought yesterday?"

Lydia looked down her body surprised to see her bikini. She had thrown
on one of Jake's long shirts, but failed to button it. She was growing
used to showing off her body. It helped make her decision to buy an
actual bikini rather then a two piece a lot easier. "You were right,
something slightly smaller, maybe a little under my navel."

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

"Holy crap!" Jake was looking at her with surprise. Lydia lowered her
robe. She was naked and even her husband was not used to seeing her nude
body with the lights on. "You are so freaking hot."

Lydia reached out and pulled Jake's shorts down. His penis was hardening
to her delight. It was rare for him to be ready two nights in a row, but
the sight of her nude body was clearly turning him on. She did look
pretty good, except for the pale area around her crotch, stomach, and
breasts, but hopefully most of that would be gone tomorrow.

Lydia climbed up between his legs, then lowered herself over her
husband's erect penis. Jake reached out for the light, but she stopped
him. Instead his hands went for her breasts. She was starting to like
having people stare at her body. Having men ogle her at the beach turned
her on, but it was Samson that excited her. The big black man had been
the first to see her in the new bikini.

"Just testing the fit," the black man had growled as he ran his hands
along the sides of her breasts. Lydia's nipples were popping out again
and she felt a dampness between her legs. There was something
overwhelmingly masculine about him and practically rubbing against him in the tight dressing room made her acutely aware of her feminity.

Lydia felt guilty thinking about Samson while making love to her
husband, but she couldn't seem to get the black man out of her head. She
loved being on top like this because Jake's penis seemed to penetrate
deeper. Lydia felt something unfamiliar growing deep in her womb just as
Jake started to orgasm. He was gasping and the strained look on his face was quite comical. She ground her pussy into his crotch, but the feeling was fading as his penis shriveled and eventually plopped out of her on its own.

Lydia kissed her husband and went to the bathroom to wipe herself. The
feeling inside her had been strange. It held a promise of feeling much
better, but had faded too quickly. Was it an orgasm? She'd always
believed they were myths. If Jake could have lasted just a bit longer she might of found out.

As she sat on the toilet pondering this, Lydia was wiping herself with a
tissue. She brought it up when she dabbed his semen. Two milky white
drops glistened on the tissue. From the look on his face, you'd of
thought he'd just given birth. Lydia crinkled her nose and the messy
stuff and was grateful there wasn't more. She flushed the tissue and
returned to bed.

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

"Holy crap!"

"I'm glad you like it." Lydia twirled around in her new bikini. This one
was still modest, but very sexy on her body. The top cupped her breasts
perfectly. The panties were low cut rising around an inch above her
pubes. The sides were little more then strings. The bikini was blue with
a sunflower pattern.

"This is the sexiest I've ever seen you. Did you return the other one?"

"No, you can't return them after wearing them."

"Well our budget's tight, but this was well worth it." Jake kneeled down
quickly and kissed his wife right on the belly button before she gave
him a playful smack and stepped back.

Lydia farther surprised her husband by not covering herself on the walk
to the beach. There were plenty of other bikini girls on the boardwalk,
but Lydia felt a thrill go through her as every male eye they passed
gave her the once over. She was starting to respect her breasts for the
attention they got her.

Jake stayed with her awhile longer today since the tide wasn't right for
fishing. He brought his camera and took pictures of her every chance he
got. Lydia didn't care for it at first, but her new found respect for
her figure had her posing for him after a short time. "Ok, but only if
you promise not to show anyone when we get back home," she agreed.

"Sure honey," replied Jake, crossing his fingers behind his back. He'd be slipping these in with the rest from his trip to show the guys at the
office the first day he was back. Lydia outshone any of their wives.
"These are just for us to remember our trip."

Lydia let Jake take some shots of her standing in the water and laying
on the sand. She was so into posing by this time that she didn't notice
the black lifeguard staring at her. When Jake thought she wasn't
looking, she caught him taking a quick picture of a woman in an even
skimpier bikini. "That's it for the roll," said Jake when the camera's
automatic rewind kicked in. "And it looks like the tide's coming in."

"Alright, see you back at the hotel." Lydia was a little miffed, but the
girl had been practically naked. She couldn't blame him. She walked out
into the ocean up to her waist and lowered herself to get the sand off.
Satisfied she was clean and smiling as the pale line around her navel
was tanning already, she turned to head back to her chair, but the
lifeguard was blocking her way.

"You married to that little man?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, that's my husband." Lydia was about to add that Jake wasn't a
little man, but her husband was small compared to the black giant
staring down her body. The lifeguard's body was even bigger then
Samson's.

"What's your name?"

"Lydia."

"I'm Brockman. My breaks coming up. You want to spend it in the shack
with me?"

"I don't understand."

"Whoa, never mind." Brockman looked down at her breasts before walking
away.

The giant black man had stepped back and Lydia's eyes widened as she got
a good look at the big tent under his red swimsuit. The man must have an
enormous penis! He had left because the girl Jake had photographed was
approaching the lifeguard chair and waving at him. The girl appeared
around twenty and had a killer body covered by a very skimpy bikini.
Brockman put his arm around her and they headed towards the rental
shack.

Confused, Lydia shook her head and returned to her chair for a half
hour. When she got up to return her chair she noticed Brockman still
hadn't returned. The teen at the shack tried to keep her away and ran up
to take her chair from her, but Lydia kept going. As she passed the
building, she could hear moans and grunts coming from inside. "Harder,
fuck me harder with that big cock," said a girl's voice inside.

Jesus, they were screwing! From the moans and squeals, it seemed the
girl was loving it too. Lydia shook her head at such lewd behavior. It
hit her when she climbed the steps to the boardwalk. He had asked her to
go in there with him! The black man had asked her to screw him!

Lydia almost tripped from the shock and then shame. Her nipples popped
out, pushing out the material on the bathing suit. Men stared at her as
she passed, focusing right on her breasts and nipples. Her panties, damp
from her dip in the ocean, turned damper. Why was she reacting like
this? She pictured the lifeguard's mighty chest, then the bulge in his
suit as he stepped back. She wondered how the young girl was handling
such a big tool. She wondered what it would be like if Jake had a bigger
penis. Size had never mattered before, though she always wished Jake
didn't orgasm so quickly. Why had Brockman changed his mind and picked
the other girl? Not that she would of gone with him, but she didn't like
being second choice. Was it the girl's tiny bikini?

"How's that bikini workin out for ya?" Samson was standing on the
boardwalk. "You look mighty fine in it."

"Fine," she replied going over to the store window and staring at a
skimpy one. "Slow day?"

"Yeah, always this time of the afternoon. You want to try that one on?"

"Yes and no. My husband reminded me that we're on a budget this trip."

"Surely, he wants his wife looking all hot and sexy by his side." Samson
put his beefy hand around her shoulder and steered her inside the store.
"Look if moneys a problem, we can work somethin out. I'll give you a
discount."

Lydia found herself in the dressing room holding a skimpy bikini. She
looked over the door at Samson standing back so he couldn't see over the
stall. He was staring at her, arms folded across his massive chest just
under his shark tooth necklace. Lydia stared back at him as she reached
around and untied her bikini top. She stooped to step out of the bottoms
and stood up staring at him again.

Lydia felt as if she were stripping for the big black man. She imagined
the door wasn't there and she was nude just several feet from him. He
would step forward and take her breasts in his hands and fuck her with
his big black cock like the lifeguard had fucked the girl. Lydia shook
her head to clear it of the embarrassing fantasy. Her nipples were hard
as rocks now as she covered them with the new bikini top.

This swimsuit was obscene, but she liked it. It was a little small up
top and the material was stretched thin over her large bosom. Her
breasts were visible under the patches of material covering her nipples.
The patches were stretched thin in a triangular pattern and if her
breasts shifted an inch or so, areola threatened to peek out. The
panties were just as bad, so low cut they made her belly look longer and
hair poked out around the sides. She'd need to shave if she bought it.
At first, she thought they were on backwards, but the material covering
her behind was even skimpier, nearly disappearing up her crack and
exposing most of her ass. She would have been first choice in this
swimsuit and Jake wouldn't have wasted the last shot on the camera on
the other girl.

"Time to check you out," said Samson, walking up and looking down over
the gate. "You been staring at yourself for five minutes. "Damn baby,
that's hot."

"You think so?"

"If you could read my mind, you'd know what you're doing to me in that
suit. Let me check the fit."

Lydia didn't have time to protest as the big black man came in the stall
with her and ran his big hands over the suit feeling her up again.
"H-how much?"

"That ones a hundred bucks, baby."

"Jesus! I can't afford that. Jake would kill me." Why did they get more
expensive, the less material they had and the less skin the covered?

"Jake would kill me for not selling it to you, sexy."

Samson was making her knees weak as his hands slid down her waist to her
panties, pulling out the material as he "checked" the fit.
"You mentioned a discount?"

"Now you’re talking baby." Samson slid his hands back up and untied the
string around her neck. "Twenty percent off."

"W-what are you doing?" Lydia swiftly brought her arms up to cross her
breasts as he pulled her top off.

"I gotta see them tittys, they been driving me crazy. Twenty off, ten
for each tit." Samson, with the strength of his namesake, easily pulled
her arms away from her chest. "Gawd damn they’re fine. Another ten if I
can touch them?"

Lydia felt helpless as he gripped her wrists. A stranger, a black man,
was seeing her bare breasts making him only the second man to see them and Jake hadn't even seen them in the light that often. She looked down away from his face. His penis was hard, making his shorts tent out. He was being aggressive, but she wasn't the least bit afraid of him. "Go ahead."

Samson released her wrists and ran both hands over her breasts making
her moan softly. "Fuck, would I like to slide my cock between these
melons." He was crude, but she didn't stop him. If anything, Lydia felt
even more turned on. "Another ten if I can suck on them?"

Samson was twirling her erect nipples between his fingers and gently
tugging on them. Forty off was still out of her price range, he'd have
to come down even more. "Ok."

"What was that?" he asked, smirking at her.

"Go ahead, suck on them."

"If you insist."

Lydia got the impression he was making her ask for it. Samson sat on the
bench in the dressing room and pulled her between his legs. He was still
so tall that he had to arch his back to bury his face in her breasts.
Samson took her right nipple between his teeth and bit it gently before
sucking it in. He did the same for her other breasts, running his tongue
around her areola first. Lydia got the impression he could have sucked on her tits all night. They were turning overly sensitive and she needed to get him to stop. "I still can't afford the suit."

That got his attention. "I see you're a bargain shopper, baby. Tell you
what, another ten off if you take my cock out."

Lydia was panting as she leaned over Samson. She wasn't sure how far she
was going to go, except she knew she wasn't about to sleep with him. She
did want to see what it looked like and here was her chance.

"Well, what's it gonna be?"

Lydia moaned as he pinched her right nipple between his fingers. She
bent down and started fumbling with the buttons on his shorts. It was a
difficult position so she stepped back and squatted. Her fingers pushed
the button out and the zipper opened a bit on it's own as the bulging
monstrosity it contained fought to escape. "It can't be?" The head of
his penis shot up through the gap. It alone was as big as a golf ball,
blacker then Samson's skin with a reddish tinge. The shaft was as big
around as her cell phone. Samson lifted his hips and pushed his shorts
down. "How big?"

"Thirteen."

"Dear god, I had no idea." Now that she could see the whole thing, she
was even more amazed. The shaft was a bit thicker up under the head.
Veins traversed his black penis, and his balls were sized to match. "I
didn't know penises got this big." Lydia had automatically grabbed it
around the root and was pulling it out from his stomach so that it
reared upwards.

"That's a black cock in your hands, not some little white penis. "I bet
ol’ hubby's only half my size. What's he five and a half, six, seven?"

"No, four I think. You’re about three times as big."

"That's pathetic," said Samson, and the expression of disdain on his face matched his words. "He ain't even average...for a white guy."

Lydia leaned a little closer and sniffed through her nose. The huge cock
seemed to be attracting her towards it. Any guilt or regrets she had
been feeling was fleeing in it's presence. She was happy to be squatting
between his legs, lucky to see it...to touch it.

"That's it baby, keep doing that."

"What?" Lydia's hand had automatically started stroking his shaft. She
Quit, surprised at herself.

"Don't stop, another ten off."

"Another ten?" Her hand started moving again. The thing swelled up as
she stroked it surprising her because she thought it was already hard.
The shaft was now as hard as if it had been carved from wood.

"That's it baby, stroke that cock. Oh that's good, put it in your mouth,
suck it and the suits free." Samson was clearly becoming overly excited
now.

"I don't do that." Lydia stared at her hand gliding along his shaft and
her mouth watered. "No, I can't."

"Titty fuck me then, another 20%. Just wrap them big udders around that
black cock baby. MINDY, toss some oil in here."

Lydia was startled, but her hand didn't stop stroking Samson's shaft.
She'd assumed they were alone, but then someone had to be minding the
store. A small plastic bottle of oil slid under the door a few seconds
later. Samson bent down to pick it up. "I'll slick yo whoppers up."
Samson poured oil in his hands and began coating the insides of her
breasts. "You juice my cock up."

Lydia dutifully poured some into her palm and proceeded to coat the
thirteen inch black cock with oil. Soon it glistened in the light. She
sucked her lower lip into her mouth to keep from moaning as Samson
coated her nipples with oil before-rather rudely-wiping his hands off on
her back. "I'm not sure about this?"

"30% then. Just wrap them tittys around it and squeeze them together."

"Like this?" Lydia inched closer and arched her back as she squeezed his
penis between her breasts.

"Yeah, you're a natural, now bounce up and down." Lydia did as she was
told. The cock slid back and forth between her breasts and soon the head
kept poking her in the chin. She pulled her head back until the tip of
Samson's cock was now sliding up her face. The black bulbous head
bounced up to her nose then down out of sight over and over again. Lydia
then did a curious thing. Her tongue came out and licked the head as it
slid upwards. "Keep that up baby and I'll gives ya another 10%."

Lydia did just that. She kept her tongue out, rigid, licking it each
time it passed. That strange feeling she'd had with Jake making love the
other night reappeared in her womb. It started getting bigger. Soon
licking the underside wasn't enough, she bowed her head also licking
downwards as the cock retreated. She was also playing with her own
nipples, stroking them like miniature cocks as she bounced her big boobs
up and down Samson's shaft. The feeling of pleasure grew until soon she
was moaning as she licked circles around his big cock head.  Her neck
grew kinked from bobbing and she didn't pull back as quickly as she had
to start. On the next thrust, the head pushed past her lips.

Lydia tried to pull back, but the black man's strong hands had appeared
on her head, holding her in place, but she was still bouncing. The cock
would retreat, push into her mouth, and retreat again. The feeling
between her legs was nearly unbearable now, an itch of growing
intensity. She was staring intently at the cock sandwiched between her
boobs. It looked angry, redder now, swollen with rage.
As the head receded between her breasts it spit at her and she barely
got her eyes closed in time.

It felt like a handful of hot pudding had been thrown at her face. Lydia
was confused not knowing what had just happened, but she couldn't think
about it because she was gagging on more of the stuff as the head spit
again in her mouth. Another wad hit her face, then her mouth filled
again. She swallowed.

My god, it's sperm! she thought. The image of two pearly drops of Jake's
sperm on the tissue came to mind and the expression on her husband's
face as he ejaculated it into her vagina versus at least a glass full of
the stuff from Samson's mighty cock and balls, nor was the black man
finished yet.

The head wasn't leaving her mouth now and she was swallowing his seed as
fast as she could. Still, some was spraying out between her lips. Samson
was guiding her head up and down the tip of his cock as she had quit
bouncing. Hands freed from squeezing her breasts together, she was able
to do something about the itch. Her right hand shot down between her
legs and encountered the panties of her bikini. She was desperate now
and didn't have time to untie it. Her finger pushed against the material
forcing an inch or so up her pussy and the world exploded.

Lydia's already wet panties were suddenly soaked with warm fluid. Her
pussy spasmed, behaving strangely. It clamped down over her fingers,
seeming to try to suck them in deeper and to force them out. Lydia fell
on her ass stung by the intensity of what had just happened.

"MINDY, towel," said Samson's voice seeming from far off.

"W-what...was...that?" she gasped.

"You came, you hot little slut."

Samson rudely threw the towel so that it was splayed against her face. Lydia wiped the cum from her eyes. "I thought it was a myth."

"Aw, hubby's little worm never make ya cum before. I'm not surprised.
Let me put this in you and you'll have plenty of orgasms." Samson
pointed his still swollen cock at her before putting it away in his
shorts. "I'll get you another bikini, free of course. This ones a bit
soiled. Leave it, Mindy cleans up my messes when I'm done." Samson left.

Lydia used the mirror in the dressing room to clean his sperm off. She
surprisingly felt little guilt and she certainly didn't regret that
orgasm. She was a little disgusted to realize, Samson apparently did
things like this fairly often. Mindy was even waiting outside the door
with cleaning supplies. The young girl flashed Lydia a jealous glare as
they passed each other. Samson was busy showing bikinis to another sexy
woman and Lydia mimicked Mindy's jealous stare. She turned to head
towards the entrance.

"Miss, wait you forgot your bikini."

Samson caught her at the entrance on the boardwalk. "Thanks," she said
taking the bag.

"I'd sure like to show you what a real man's cock can do. I know you're
curious."

"Yes, but see that man out there?" Lydia pointed her finger at a
solitary figure in the distance out on the jetty. "That's my husband and
I love him despite his... shortcomings."

"Come on baby, you're on vacation. You should be allowed to do what you
want on vacation. I know you'd like to have more orgasms. You're not
going to get them from worm boy."

"I'll think about it, but we only have two more days and I doubt if I
can get away."

"You do that." Samson glanced at her husband again, then walked back to
his customer.

Lydia's face flushed with sexual excitement as she watched Samson walk
away. His mere presence was an aphrodisiac. Her eyes fell as she turned
away, frowning at what she saw.

Dozens of copies of her new hundred dollar bikini filled a bargain
barrel with a sign reading "ONLY TEN DOLLARS".


Part 2.


Lydia was barely listening to her husband as he rambled on about
fishing. Jake came back from fishing, in a good mood, and offered to
take her out to a fancy restaurant. Now she felt guilty. Here Jake was
being nice and romantic, taking her out to dinner, and all she could
think about was Samson's huge black cock. The black man with the shark
tooth necklace had given Lydia her first orgasm and his cock had been
nowhere near her pussy.

And she wanted it near her pussy. Not just near it, in it, stuffing it,
sliding in and out of it, fucking her into submission, like a slut. Her
only choice was to stay away from Samson for she didn't trust herself if
he took that wonderful cock out again.

A few of Jake's words broke through her daydream, namely "black" and
"thirteen inches". "What? What did you say dear?"

Jake's knife sawed into his steak. "You feeling ok, you look a little
flushed?"

"I'm fine."

"I was saying that I caught a nasty looking eel today. You should of
seen it honey. It was black, evil looking, and as thick as your wrist. I
swear the ugly black thing was thirteen inches long."

"W-what did you do?"

"Cut it lose of course. I cut the line and kicked it back into the
water. Best you know what you're getting yourself into before touching
something like that." Jake shuddered at the memory. "Anyway, this guy
started talking to me when I was fishing. He had a ticket for a half day
charter boat trip tomorrow and he couldn't make it. He asked if I wanted
it."

"I see. You want to go fishing tomorrow."

"Yes dear, I know we haven't spent a lot of time together here at the
beach, but I'd sure like to go. I know it's our anniversary the next day
and all."

"Oh go ahead, have fun. It'll give me more of a chance to even out my
tan." Lydia didn't want to show Jake her new tiny bikini. If he was off
fishing, she could get much smaller tan lines.

Later, a drop of sperm liquefying on her thigh and another drop a mere
four inches inside her pussy, Lydia fell asleep, unsatisfied, dreaming of black cocks swimming around in the ocean and of Samson standing before her nude, his penis a writhing snake-like eel constantly spitting out sperm.

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

Lydia wrapped a robe around her and saw her husband to the motel room
door. "Oh I can't wait to get out there on the water," he said. "Those
boats put you right on top the fish schools. Nicest thing a black guy
ever did for me. They ain't all bad."

"A black guy?"

"Yeah, the guy that gave me the free ticket was black. Big guy too, like
those lifeguards. Love ya, be back around two."

Lydia kissed her husband and went to the bathroom. She dropped her robe,
admiring herself in the mirror. This trip was doing wonders for her. The
sun had bleached her brown hair turning it almost dirty blonde. Her hair
was mussed from sleeping, but the unkempt look worked for her. She'd
never been this tan before and it looked great on her. After today, the
white strips would be almost gone. That reminded her, the panties were
small enough, she'd need to shave the sides of her pubes.

Lydia got out the shaving cream and did just that, leaving her pubic
hair a thin brown strip. Lydia admired herself in the mirror. "Oh wow! I
look...I'm sexy! Not bad for a thirty-five year old woman." She was
startled by a loud knock on her room door. Lydia picked up her robe and
pulled it on as she walked over to the door. "Who is it?"

"Room service," said a deep, slightly familiar voice.

"Just a moment." Lydia tied the robe. How nice, Jake must have felt guilty for leaving her and bought her breakfast. Lydia undid the chain and opened the door.
 
"Hey baby," said Samson, grinning down at her.

"What are you doing here?" Lydia stepped back as Samson came into the
room. He was wearing a tight tee shirt and sweats. His huge cock seemed
to be swinging freely under his sweat pants.

Samson followed her into the room. "I'm here to hook you on black cock,
baby." The big black man untied her robe and pulled it open. Lydia
didn't stop him and she fought back a moan as he started caressing her
breasts. "I took care of your hubby. He'll be gone all afternoon."

"You gave him the ticket?"

"Of course."

"I can't do this, I love my husband," she pleaded, but he was already
grabbing her wrist and pushing her hand under his pants. Lydia  grabbed
and pulled on his rapidly hardening cock.

"As long as I'm out of here by two, he'll never know." Samson pulled
back enough to turn around, open the door, and put out the "do not
disturb" sign.

"How about I just suck on it for awhile and you can titty fuck me
again?" Lydia stared at his crotch. His erection pushed out the sweats
and the head of his cock was sticking out of the waistband.

Samson pulled his shirt off over his chest without saying a word. He
then stepped out of his sandals and pushed his sweats down. Nude, he was
magnificent, like an ebony Greek god. Lydia had never seen a more
perfect physical specimen. "No," said Samson. "If I stay, I'm going to
fuck you." He placed his hand on her shoulders and pushed down. Lydia
fell to her knees, his thirteen inch monster bobbing under her nose. His
strong masculine aroma filled her nose, entering her brain. The huge
cock was all she could think about. Lydia felt a deep sense of belonging
kneeling before Samson. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been
fucked. I'm going to reach places worm prick doesn't know exists. I'm
going to give you orgasms that'll make you beg for mercy, yet you'll
want my cock in you forever, but you must ask me to fuck you."

Arrogant prick, thought Lydia bobbing her head. Yet, her pussy was
gushing at his words. Why was she bobbing her head? She was trying to to
catch his cock head. He was swinging it right and left under her nose,
her eyes following it's every movement. Finally, she caught it and
kissed the head, licking around the crown quickly before he pulled it
away. "No," she cried grabbing it to hold it still. "Fuck me," she said
meekly, kissing and licking the head.

"I can't hear you."

"Fuck me," said Lydia louder.

"Tell me what you want me to do and I'll consider it."

"I want you to fuck me with that big cock. I want to know what it feels
like to be fucked by a man-sized cock...a black cock. Fuck me with your
big black cock." Lydia felt humiliated for begging, but he rewarded her
by letting her take his cock in her mouth. She quickly started bobbing
her head over it.

"Come, you can blow me later." Samson pushed her robe back so that it
fell to the floor as he pulled her to her feet. "Lets move to the bed."

"Samson, I'm not on the pill. Please make sure you pull it out in time."

"We'll see. Get on the bed and spread your legs for me." Lydia obeyed,
bending her legs and holding them spread apart. Samson kneeled between
her legs. "Hold them lips open so I can see inside you." Lydia did as
she was told, getting a thrill exposing herself. Her pussy was so wet it
embarrassed her. "Damn woman, you sure you ain’t a virgin? It looks like
you ain’t never been fucked."

Lydia felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her as Samson pushed his
cock down and the head ran along her slit. She felt some pressure and it
entered her, stretching her wider then she'd ever been stretched. Lydia
felt stuffed with just the head in her. Of course, Samson's fat cock head was nearly as long as Jake's little penis. Soon it pushed deeper in her then any man had been and Lydia did indeed feel like a virgin again.

Long dormant nerve endings were awakening. Lydia just stared up at the
ceiling unable to concentrate on anything but the monster pushing deeper
and deeper inside her. She was gasping and felt like a woman must when
giving birth which made her long for the baby Jake could never give her.
Lydia lay still except for the almost imperceptible movement of her hips. She was rotating them around his probing cock, lifting them a bit as he pushed deeper. The feeling was growing in her womb and she knew that soon she'd have another orgasm. She wanted another orgasm, lots of other orgasms. Lydia never wanted to go without orgasms again. She came.

"Oh my god," she whispered. Her toes had curled and her fists were
clenched on the bed sheets. It was bigger then the one she'd had with
him yesterday.

"That was nothing baby," growled Samson. "I ain’t even started fucking
you yet."

"So stuffed." Lydia lifted her head, still weak from cumming and was
shocked to see, he'd only pushed eight or nine inches in. She watched as
it became eleven. Nearly a foot in and there was still her husband's
length to go. Lydia knew then that Jake would never satisfy her again
and had never satisfied her before.

Samson laid down, his muscular black body enveloping her small torso
crushing her breasts beneath his chest. Lydia struggled to move, but she
was trapped, helpless beneath his weight. She could move her legs and
arms, wrapping both around his body. She felt helpless and dominated,
but the feelings of impending orgasm were stronger now, never leaving.
She also felt protected and content, then empty as his cock left her,
full as it rammed deep inside her, then empty, then full. He was fucking
her now with slow, strong, strokes.

The damn burst and Lydia came again and again, her screams muffled by
Samson's chest. Each thrust pushed deeper seeming to draw out even bigger orgasms.  He picked up speed, the bed bucking under his powerful thrusts. Lydia's thighs stung as his balls began slapping against them.  "You like that black cock, baby?"

"I Love it," Lydia replied. Samson held himself up by his arms. Lydia could see the sweat glistening on his muscular chest and face. He hadn't slowed his pace and she could barely talk. "Love your...black cock...fuck me...god fuck me." The black man clenched his face, he was close to cumming. Lydia came again. "ah, ah, ah, oh fuck me, oh god pull it out. Please pull it out."

"Gonna put a black baby in that belly," grunted Samson. "Gonna give ya a
baby."

"No, don't. Please?" Not a black baby. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Jake's low sperm count had hurt her considerably. More then anything she wanted to be a mother, to have a baby, but not a black baby. She wanted a baby, any baby, even a black baby. Preferably a baby from a real man, a black baby. "Yes, yes, oh god, cum in my pussy. I want a black baby." and Samson obliged her.

Lydia had one long continuous orgasm as jet after powerful jet of sperm
filled her pussy. Samson held his dick buried as he came, then slowly
pulled it out while it was still shooting. It was almost as if he was
pulling his cock out to make room for the ever increasing amounts of
sperm. Samson pulled it all the way out and squeezed out a last wad that
flew several inches to splatter on her belly. The big black man then
collapsed beside her. Lydia laid still in a daze for several minutes.
She watched the cum on her belly ran into her naval as it liquefied. She watched as the cum dried, turning to flakes.

Later, they showered together. She washed Samson in the small enclosure.
His cock had never gone limp. At the smallest, it was nine inches,
pointing downward, but never dangling. In the shower, it turned hard
again. Lydia kneeled and took it in her mouth.

Still wet, they moved to the bed and Lydia put it back in her mouth as
soon as Samson sat down. She actually liked sucking on the black man's
cock. It was an act she had found disgusting before coming to Stony
Harbor. Now, it made her happy since it made Samson happy. She never
took more then half, but hoped there would be more times so she could
practice swallowing more. She ended up jerking it while sucking on the
tip. This time she was ready when he came. Lydia swallowed the hot seed
as fast as she could, but some still dribbled down the sides of her
mouth.

Lydia laid down resting her head on his chest while absentmindedly
toying with his cock. "How can this be?" she cried as it quickly
reversed course again and hardened. It was as big and hard now as it had
been the first time.

"It's black and superior. Now get on all fours," said Samson, chuckling.

The next half hour, Lydia experienced new pleasure and pain. The orgasms
came again while he fucked her from behind. She felt helpless again in
this position. She had no control as Samson's strong hands on her hips
continuously pulled her back into his cock.

The pain came when he pulled it out and pushed it into her ass. Lydia
gritted her teeth. Her sphincter was tighter then her pussy and fought
to keep the invader out, but relented to the power of the superior
invader. Lydia sucked her lip into her mouth to keep from crying out as
the pain was intense, but she never struggled. If Samson wanted her ass,
Samson got her ass. The minutes passed. Suddenly the pain was gone and
it felt good. Lydia liked it, liked having her butt stuffed. "That's it
fuck my ass, fuck it," she cried.

As two o'clock approached, Lydia was slowly bouncing on Samson's cock.
She found herself resenting Jake's pending arrival. How dare he disturb
her time with Samson. The black man was laying back with his eyes
closed, his hands squeezing her tits. Lydia tried to prolong the fuck as
long as she could, only picking up her pace when she knew her time was
almost up. She ground her crotch against his as his cum once again
flooded her fertile pussy.

Lydia ran to the shower and turned it on, calling for maid service on
the phone. She wadded up the messy sheets while Samson dressed. "Can we
see each other tomorrow?" she asked.

"Sorry, I'm going to a lifeguard party tomorrow night and working during
the day."

"Can I come suck on it while your at work?"

"I let Mindy suck it on Saturdays. See ya around."

Lydia felt hurt as he left. She didn't need sex at the moment, but she
was hoping to get a little more black cock on her last day in town. She
hurried to get herself cleaned up while the maid came in to change the
sheets. The old Mexican woman wrinkled her nose at the smell in the
sheets. "El Negro," she said, knowingly as she carried them to her cart.
She'd washed a lot like this over the past year.

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

"How you feeling?" asked Jake.

"A little better." Lydia had been lying in bed in her robe when Jake got
back from his fishing trip. He'd asked why she didn't look tanner today
and she'd told him she'd stayed in bed all day. He mentioned that she
did look swollen around the cheeks. Luckily, all he wanted to talk about
was the good time he had out on the boat and all the fish he'd caught.

The couple walked down the boardwalk, men staring at Lydia's body in her
bikini. Jake seemed proud to have such a hot wife and put his arm around
her possessively all the while she was staring into the bikini shop
hoping to catch a glimpse of Samson, but she didn't see him. They hit the beach for the last time, renting chairs and camping out between lifeguard stands.

Jake left and hadn't even reached the jetty, when Lydia had her modest
bikini off. The skimpy bikini was underneath it. Strange, but it seemed
to show off more of her body then she thought it had yesterday as if it
were a size smaller, but she felt free in the tiny bikini. The other one
had felt confining. If any old fuddy-duddy saw her ass in this bikini, he could probably get a cop to fine her for indecency. Lydia didn't feel
indecent, she loved it. She'd need a whole new wardrobe when she got
home, the less material the better. She laid back and let the sun brown
the last strips of her white skin.

Lydia tried to read, but all she could think about was Samson. She
spread her blanket out and tried to nap laying on her belly to let her
butt and back tan, but all she could think about was black cock. Half
asleep, she found herself humping her ass backwards imagining Samson was
fucking her doggy style again. She quit embarrassed and looked around,
but it looked like know one was watching her. Damn, Samson had to have
plans on her last night here.

Lydia needed to cool off. She stood and stretched, feeling the tiny
amount of material on her panties slide between her butt cheeks. She
pulled it and stretched it as far as it would go. Lydia walked down to
the water and took a quick dip very aware that every nearby male eye was
watching her as she emerged from the water.

Lydia liked the attention so she decided to take a walk down the beach.
She set off down the beach towards a lifeguard stand occupied by two
black lifeguards. They were surrounded by women as usual, but as she
approached they both began to stare. Lydia felt a thrill go through her
under their gaze and arched her back feeling triumphant for one of the
girls was the pretty little thing in the skimpy bikini that had
distracted all the men days before. Lydia no longer felt like an old maid.

"How you doin?" asked one of the blacks jumping down to intercept her.

"Fine," she replied, a little meekly. The black had the Mr. Universe body that Samson and the other black lifeguards had, including the giant
bulge under his trunks.

"I'm Cassius. That's a real nice bikini you're wearing, of course it's
your body that makes it so nice. I don't suppose you're looking for
someone to show you around town tonight?"

Lydia was breathing heavily, very aware her nipples wear stretching her
bikini out to the point her large areola were appearing. She was
tempted. "No thanks, I'm spending it with my husband."

"Well if there is anything I can do for you...and I mean anything?"

"How about taking me to the shack?" Lydia realized she was a slut at
that moment. She didn't know where that had come from, but it was what
she wanted. It didn't have to be Samson, she just wanted a big dick and
the big ones came attached to black men.

Lydia soon found herself flat on her back resting on a stack of rafts
while Cassius pounded his thirteen inch cock into her. It was every bit
as big and good as Samson's. This cock too seemed to pull orgasms right
out of her and Lydia wondered how she had lived all those years without
cumming.

Afterwards, Lydia pulled herself on the raft while Cassius was getting
ready to leave the shack. "Cassius, I hear there's a lifeguard party
tonight. I'd sure like to go."

"Yeah, well we got the entertainment covered." Cassius paused at the
door. "Then again, we got some guards from the Hamptons coming up to
party with us. I guess you could come." Cassius gave her the address and
left.

Lydia pulled her bikini on and hurried back to her chair. She wished
she'd thought to wear shorts because her bikini was doing a horrible job
holding Cassius' sperm in her pussy. She gathered her things, returned
the chair and headed to the public restroom to clean up. After putting
on her modest bikini, she went to the marina.

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

Jake arrived at his hotel room to find Lydia lying in bed. "Oh Jake, I'm
sorry dear, but I still don't feel that well."

"Oh that's too bad. I wanted to spend our last night together."

"Me too, but I guess being in the sun all day doesn't agree with me as
much as I thought. I don't want to ruin your last evening dear, but I
would like to rest."

"This has been a great vacation, nothing could ruin it. I'm fine letting
you rest. We'll stay in an watch TV."

"Look on the table."

Jake picked up the ticket. "What's this?"

"The boat leaves in thirty minutes. Have fun dear. I love you."

"Oh wow Lydia, I love you too. I've never been night fishing. You're the
best."

No sooner had Jake kissed her and left, then Lydia was in the shower.
This would be her last night to get black cock, then it was lame ass old
Kentucky. Samson would be there, maybe he'd fuck her again. If not him,
then Cassius. Hell, if they weren't interested, she'd find another
lifeguard.

Lydia didn't have any sexy clothes, but she made do. She pulled on some
tight jeans and a  tee shirt so tight, she'd never have worn it in
public until this week. Especially, since she decided to forego a bra.

Lydia arrived at the house just as six muscular white men were arriving.
They ogled her bouncing boobs. "You meeting someone baby?" What's your
name?" a few called.

"Lydia."

"We're guards in the Hamptons." "Yeah, we make the big bucks."

They were a drunk, loud group of men. Lydia followed them in. There were
nine gigantic black men in the room, standing sitting, talking. There
was one girl, the sexy teen with the hot body that the lifeguard had
picked to take to the shack over her. Strangely, she was wearing her
bikini. The newcomers headed over towards the keg and poured themselves
some beer.

Samson strolled over grinning at her, handing her a beer. "Drink up,
you're gonna need it."

"What do you mean?" Lydia took the beer and swallowed.

"This is a blow job party. Lifeguards have had them for decades.
Every year, they pick one girl to suck all of them off, usually a slut
whose slept with several of them."

"I see," said Lydia wide eyed. She downed the beer a warmth spreading
through her. Samson got her another. They toasted each other. Samson had
a bottle as did all the black lifeguards. "How come you're not drinking
from the keg?"

"Don't like the cheap stuff. How'd you know where to find me?"

"Actually, Cassius invited me." A warmth spread through her body as she
drank the beer. It wasn't a feeling of drunkenness, it was horniness.

Samson didn't seem jealous, in fact he seemed pleased. "You know he
invited you to help poor Ally over there."

"I'm just here hoping you or he will fuck me again before my vacation’s
over.

"We'll see."

One of the white lifeguards walked over to a black one. "Nice bitch you
picked out there, Devon."

"Thanks mon. Why don't we get started. Ally strip for us.

The lifeguards all took seats, the arrangement almost forming a perfect
zebra pattern, big white guy, beside even bigger black guy.

"I didn't know there would be so many," complained Ally. The white guys
hooted and hollered for she was now naked. She was a gorgeous young
woman.

"Start with Chad on the end there," ordered Devon. He seemed to be the
lifeguard's leader.

Chad was one of the white Hampton's lifeguards. He squirmed excited as
Ally crawled over to him and began to pull his shorts down. "This will
be easy," she said as his six inch penis popped out." Ally took him
whole in her mouth and began sucking. Chad came after five minutes. His
penis had been rock hard when it started, but it had started turning
limp even before he came. Chad frowned down at it.

Ally moved over to the black lifeguard and winked up at him. It was
Brockman, the one that had asked Lydia to the shack, then picked Ally
instead. Familiar with it, Ally swiftly took his cock out and started
licking his shaft.

"Holy shit!" The white lifeguard beside Brockman was staring at the
black man's prick. It was a foot long. Chad looked at it too. Lydia
looked around the room as the white guards struggled to see Brockman's
dick. The black guards were smirking. Lydia got the feeling they enjoyed
humiliating the smaller whites. Ally took her time licking Brockman's
cock before beginning to blow him.

"Hey you with the breasts, why don't you start at the other end?" Devon
was calling to her. He had a Caribbean accent.

"I don't know. I mean, I didn't know what happened at these parties,"
said Lydia. She felt hornier now then she ever had in her life. One of
these men was going to fuck her. Ally flashed her an angry jealous look
after swallowing the last of Brockman's cum. Then the teen's expression
looked more relieved as she worked her jaw around, the girl needed help
with this many men.

A black man grabbed Lydia's arm and pulled her over towards his seat,
forcing her to her knees. Several deep black voices laughed behind her.
They were teasing the white guard by Brockman. Lydia glanced behind her.
Ally was shaking his little white dick trying to make it hard, but it
wasn't going anywhere. The poor guy looked humiliated. Lydia turned back
around to find a fat ten inch black cock waving under her nose. "Fuck!"
said the white guard beside her staring at the black cock. Soon she had
half down her throat. She managed it all before he came fifteen minutes
later.

Tired, her belly full, she moved to the white guy. He was very good
looking and muscular, but Lydia couldn't find his cock. She finally
grasped something and pulled it out of his pants. It was a limp little
penis scarcely bigger then her husband's. He had the same problem the
other white guy had, nothing Lydia did would make it hard. "I've seen
minnows bigger then that," said the black man she'd just sucked off. The
other blacks laughed.

Ally and Lydia crawled from guard to guard. One white guy who seemed
soberer then most managed a partial erection, but it too collapsed as he
nervously swallowed a beer. None of the white guys after the first got
hard enough to cum. It took two and a half hours for Ally and Lydia to
get all the black men off. The last white guy didn't even want Ally to
try. He stood saying they had to go, but to blacks pulled him down long
enough for Ally to take his limp little penis out and the blacks made
fun of it.

The two girls came together at Devon, by then Lydia was naked and blacks
kept leaning done to squeeze her udders. At first, the two women fought
over his foot long dong, then realized the could please him better by
sharing. Lydia rested her jaw while licking on Devon's balls as Ally
sucked on the tip. Then Ally offered the cock to Lydia who sucked while
Ally licked. Lydia was vaguely aware that the white lifeguards were
hurrying to leave. They had arrived loud and arrogant, but left quiet
And subdued.

"See you at the lifeguard Olympics," called Devon while two beautiful
women shared sucking on his cock. "That is if you think you are mon
enough to take us on." The blacks laughed at the fleeing white men. "Our
white teammates learned not to come to these parties a long time ago,"
said Devon down to the girls. Ally and Lydia understood, whites just
didn't measure up.

The two women were sucking on Devon's cock when Lydia noticed Samson
come up behind Ally and push his cock into her. Lydia wasn't jealous for
she had her own fat cock head sliding up along her slit before it entered her. Samson pulled Ally up then on the couch. She rode him while facing away. Lydia had Devon's cock all to herself and another one in her pussy.

After that the party became a gang bang. Lydia rode one big cock while
another thrust in and out of her ass. Soon another entered her mouth and
her hands closed around two more. Afterwards, of the nine blacks, she
believed she sucked seven, fucked  five, and had three up her ass. She
was actually relieved when more women showed up at the party and the
blacks took on the fresh meat.

Lydia dressed and left the party. She felt sick to her stomach from
swallowing so much sperm. When Jake got back from his fishing trip, he
found his wife throwing up in the bathroom. He tried the door, but it
was locked. Lydia said, she'd be fine, but was a mess and needed a
shower.

Lydia limped out of the bathroom looking like she had the flu complete
with sore muscles and swollen cheeks. Jake comforted his poor sick wife
and helped her into bed. She kept her robe on saying she was cold.

The next morning, Lydia recovered quickly as they drove out of Stony
Harbor. "Sorry you felt bad honey, but I had a great time," said Jake.
"I'd sure like to come back next year."

"Me too," replied Lydia. "This time, I'd rather spend all two weeks at
the beach instead of seeing the city. I like doing nothing but tanning.
You can fish all you want."

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Epilogue

Lydia actually returned eleven months later with her brown baby
daughter. Jake had hailed her pregnancy as a miracle until he saw the
dark skinned child. He threw her out after she explained what had
happened to her.

Lydia wasted no time finding Lifeguards to fuck. This year there were
more black lifeguards and their red swimsuits had changed to tight
little crotch huggers like professional swimmers wore. A black named
Booker was now head lifeguard. Lydia had fucked him at the party. Stony
Harbor also had a new Mayor, a black man named Jose something, but they
called him Mayor Hose or Boss Hose. The Mayor had changed the swimsuit
law and thongs were now allowed.

Lydia found herself wearing a thong bikini, selling sodas and hotdogs
from a cart at the marina. Jake found her there late that summer and
asked her to come home, that he would forgive her. Lydia laughed at him
and kissed him one last time. He left empty handed. The job wasn't
enough to support raising her daughter in a pricey resort town and one
of her black lovers suggested an alternative.

Lydia found the perfect job in New Jersey as a dancer at the Zebra club.
It was there she truly found happiness, it supported her love of showing
off her body, the money was good, and most of all it's clientele was
almost exclusively black.

Lydia made the club a lot of money and was a favorite of many of the
clients. She fucked a black man every night. She wasn't a hooker, she
did it cause she loved it, but often they did tip her and she made a
good living. She became such a favorite that one day her boss gave her a
shot. She explained she didn't do drugs, but he told her it was just
steroids.

The steroids made her feel young again and she lost some of the weight
she had gained carrying the baby, but gained it back in her breasts, now
freakishly big. The thirty-six year old looked like she had in her late
twenties and felt strong enough, she never had back pain carrying all
that weight on her chest. The steroids even made her stretch marks go
away.

Three weeks after getting the steroids, she had an allergic reaction to
them. She was dancing on stage during her last set with just a few
blacks in the audience when she started to sweat. She felt warm, no,
hot, very hot like her pussy was on fire with lust. She fell to her
knees and let her back fall to the stage while humping her hips up. The
men were staring at her funny. Lydia spread her legs begging to be
fucked as the men swarmed the stage. They fought over her, the winner
taking her first, but every black in the bar fucked her on that stage
before the night was over. For a week, men fucked her until she calmed
down. Thankfully, her manager had thought to have someone take care of
her daughter while she was sex mad and he didn't fire her. Lydia hadn't
thought of anything, but sex that week.

Her son was born nine months later. His black heritage showed strong,
for at birth, his penis was bigger then Jake's had been with an
erection. He was going to grow up to be a real lady killer and Lydia was
proud to mother such a perfect child. Lydia's manager told her that the
pill would keep her from going sex crazy and she went on it soon after
her son was born. Days after giving birth, she was no longer sore, had
no stretch marks, and had gained no weight.

Lydia soon returned to work at the zebra club and dances there to this
day.

The End