24 The Love Shack

The Love Shack
An E&I Beach Story
copyright 2002 by Stormbringer


August 2001

Jan had the kind of body that turned men on. When she was a teen, she
could have been a model, thin, with nice breasts. Now at thirty, she had
gained weight in all the places that drove men wild with lust. She
looked fantastic in the green bikini. She had a sexy bulge under her
belly button. her breasts were now big and full from having two
children. Her cleavage was very impressive in the tight bikini top. The
black man watched her blonde hair turn dark as she slipped into the
water. Booker had been watching her all summer. All the black lifeguards
had been told to look for opportunities to fuck her, but none had been
able to get close. Jan Morrison was both the wife of the head lifeguard
and the owner of the beach shack services. Booker whistled as she walked
past. He needed to delay her.

**********

Jan looked up at the lifeguard stand with a surprised expression on her
face. "Looking good Mrs. Morrison," said one of the large black
lifeguards grinning down at her.

Jan was shocked at the audacity of the large black man. She was the wife
of his boss. Still, a compliment was a compliment, though coming from a
young black man, it made her uncomfortable. "Where's your partner?" she
asked.

"He had something he needed to take care of."

"You know it's the coach's policy to have two lifeguards on each chair
as often as possible."

"Things come up Mrs. Morrison, big things. Why don't you come up here
with me, till he gets back?"

Jan gasped. "I don't think so. Good day." Jan turned, heading up the
beach away from the water. The hair stood up on the back of her neck as
she felt the black man's eyes on her ass. Her husband had come to regret
hiring all the black lifeguards. They were great athletes and when he
first saw them, he had wished they had gone to his school so he could
have put them on the team. They were all huge, powerful, and muscular.
As the summer wore on, so did his enthusiasm for his black employees.
Soon, he had nothing good to say about them. They were all arrogant,
they intimidated all the white lifeguards, and both the female lifeguards had started dating them. The coach even started making racist comments about them and he had always been fair and open minded in the past. Something about the black men really bothered him. Jan was about to find out what.

"M-m-mrs. Morrison," said Zack, a pimply faced seventeen year old that
worked one of her shacks. "I thought you were taking the day off."

"Just came down for a swim," she replied wondering why he was so
nervous. "I'm just going to grab a chair,"

"I'll g-get it for you." Zack stood up from his chair. His face was red
and he was shaking. The chairs, umbrellas, and rafts were leaning
against the shack. The door was closed.

"Sit down Zack, I'll get it." The kid didn't want her going in her own
shack. As she approached it, she heard noises inside, groans, squeals,
grunts, and moans were coming from the interior. "What's going on Zack?"
Jan quit reaching for the chair and moved her hand up to the door latch.
She quickly yanked the door open letting it fall open on it's hinges.

In the split second before her mind registered what her eyes were
seeing, her nose caught the smell first. Jan's nipples hardened as the
musky smell of pure, raw sex rushed out of the confines of the small
beach shack. The force of the smell took her by surprise, but it was the
sight that completely shocked her.

A giant, muscular, black man covered in sweat from the hot, late August
weather was naked with his red lifeguard shorts around his ankles. He
was pounding the biggest monster penis Jan had ever seen into a woman
probably twice his age. She was laying back on a big stack of rafts
while he stood holding her legs up giving Jan a perfect view of his
monster dick. Jan could tell his penis was more then a foot long as he
was pulling the entire thing out before slamming it back in with a wet,
squishing sound. "Like that slut?" he growled.

The two were so into each other, they didn't even notice the bright
sunlight illuminating them from the open door. The woman was kind of
plump, her extra flesh jiggling as she got the fucking of her life. "Oh
gawd," she moaned, "It's better then I thought it would be, so much
better then my husband. Jesus, I'm gonna cum again."

"Brockman the cocksman aims to please," said the black, finally blinking
as the sun hit his eyes and turning to look at Jan.

"Stop this instant!" yelled Jan. "Stop it! I'll call the police."

"Too late, can't stop now," said the lifeguard.

The woman was thrashing around in ecstasy as the black man continued
pounding her for another five minutes. Suddenly, he quit pumping and
held his cock buried in the woman's pussy. Her eyes rolled up in her
head and she screamed so loudly, if Jan wasn't frozen to the spot, she
would have closed the door to keep sunbathers from looking.  

"I," gasped the woman, recovering from her orgasm, "think I'm gonna fuck
a lot of black cocks from now on."

"Good girl," said the black, slowly pulling his cock out.

Jan watched as the long thirteen inch shaft slowly reappeared. As the
head came out, so did a virtual torrent of cum. More cum then Jan had
ever seen in one sitting flowed from the woman's pussy and sperm was
still dripping out of the black man's dick in amounts that put her own
husband to shame.

"Oh Shit," said the fat lady, realizing they had been caught. "I thought
you said we'd be safe." She pulled her bikini top up over her breasts
and grabbed her bottoms off a pile of chairs. She pulled them up her
legs and brushed past Jan.

"You want a turn?" asked the black man looking at Jan. His dick was only
half-erect now, but it was still jutting out, plump, and close to nine
inches long.

"Get out, I'll have you fired for this. What's your name?"

"Brockman." He pulled his shorts up and a confusing thought hit Jan. She
didn't want to see it covered up. She shook her head to clear it as he
walked out past her.

Jan turned and watched him head towards the other black lifeguard. "How
long has this been going on Zack?"

"All summer Mrs. Morrison."

"Why'd you let him?"

The teenager wouldn't look her in the eye, he just kept staring at her
chest.  "They scare me. They're just so big... intimidating."

Jan shook her head before she realized he had said, they, meaning more
then just Brockman had been using her shacks to fuck in. "You’re fired
Zack."

"Yes, Mrs. Morrison," he said, still looking at her chest, actually at her breasts.

"Get your things and go." Jan became aware of a dull ache in the tips of
her breasts and realized what had so fascinated the teenager. Her
nipples were hard and jutting out an inch from her breasts. Her actual
nipples were only half an inch, but her entire areola were swollen and
hard as a rock making up the other half inch. The outline of everything
was clearly visible through her tight bikini top from her quarter sized
areola to the tiny bumps that circled them. Jan had never seen them this
hard, nor did the swelling go down until hours later when she locked up
the shack to go home. She grew accustomed to people staring at them as
they came up to rent chairs or rafts. As she closed up her shack,
throwing the rafts and chairs in it, she could still smell the sex in
the dark confines. Jan inhaled deep through her nose, the image of
Brockman naked in all his glory flashing into her mind, only this time
it was herself on the receiving end of his mighty cock. She shook her
head to clear it noticing how the sandy floor was covered with sticky
wads of sand stuck together. She had seen those same wads in all her
other shacks.

Jan walked up to the boardwalk and down to her car grimacing when she
saw the parking ticket for an expired meter. She'd take the money for it
out of Zack's last paycheck. Jan grabbed a tight sundress out of her
backseat and pulled it on. The material was thin and you could still
make out her skin and green bikini underneath.

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

Stan the coach, found his wife putting down a B52 shooter at the bar
after he got off. "Starting without me?" he asked. "Nick, the usual
please." He nodded towards the bartender.

"Sorry, rough day," she said, as Nick put a corona in front of the coach.

"Nice outfit," he said admiring his wife's body underneath the sundress.
Surprisingly, it didn't arouse him in the least seeing her looking so
hot and sexy.

"Had to fire Zack today, ended up closing out his shack."

"Zack! How come, the little wimp's been a great employee?"

"I caught one of your lifeguards screwing a woman in Zack's shack today.
Little shit said it's been going on all summer. Nick, gimme a sex on the
beach, drink not a shooter."

"Which one of my boys was it?" asked Coach Morrison, already feeling his
stomach tighten as he guessed it was one of the blacks.

"He said his name was Brockman. I want him fired."

The coach's stomach tightened even further. Brockman had brought the
coach a cup of coffee after work that day. The arrogant black man had a
smug, superior look on his face as he handed him the drink. "Here you go
coach," said Brockman, "Black and strong just like white women like
their men." The black man laughed at his joke, though the coach didn't
find it funny. Another black lifeguard walking by laughed as did one of
the white female lifeguards.

The coach was a big, manly man, though in the last few years a paunch
had started appearing. He was the kind of coach the football team loved
and respected while the nerds hated him for all the grief and torment he
gave them in gym. His lifeguards usually respected him too, but this
year was different. The black's attitude towards him bordered on
contempt. They were all arrogant, using their muscles and big penises to
cower the white veteran lifeguards.

Every black man was well over six feet tall, 100% muscle, not an ounce
of fat except in the cock department. He didn't think any of them had a
penis under ten inches, most a lot bigger. He would have thought it was a race thing if he hadn't known better, ten years of coaching sports had
given him glimpses of hundreds of naked boys both black and white. The
black high school students were no different from the whites. Unless,
their penises grew bigger after high school?

"Stan, are you listening to me? I want you to fire Brockman."

The coach quit daydreaming. "I heard you dear," he said. Stan felt his
testicles contracting at the thought of confronting one of the black
men. Jesus, he felt like a wimp and he was so damned contemptuous of
weaklings.

"Good, now lets go home. Maybe the kids will fall asleep early and we
can go to bed early ourselves."

"I'm not really tired honey."

"Who said anything about sleep," she said, leaning over to kiss him.

Stan wasn't the least bit horny. His wife had caught Brockman fucking.
God, he hoped she hadn't seen the black man's prick. Jan didn't need to
know there were dick's twice as big as her husband's. Was that why she
was horny? Stan could feel his own penis shrinking
at the thought. As they got up to go home, he thought, Oh well, it had
never failed him before.

That night it failed him.

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

Jan jumped out of the jeep as the driver unhooked the hotdog stand. She
walked over to unlock her shack, waving at the driver as he drove off to
get the next shack taken care of. Jan's nipples hardened a little as she
opened the shack door. Stan had left her hanging last night and she had
been ready to give him the fucking of their marriage. Her horniness had
finally subsided by morning. Still, she tried to arouse Stan, but his
penis remained limp as a noodle. Now, as the smell from the shack hit
her again, she felt her thighs dampen as her nipples grew. She left the
door open to air it out. That was a good idea, she'd institute a policy
making it mandatory for all shack doors to be open during business
hours.

Jan stripped down to her bikini as the day grew hot and she was quite
busy serving drinks, hot dogs, setting up umbrellas, chairs, and renting
rafts. She noticed the muscular black figure approaching out of the
corner of her eye as she restocked the hot dogs in the steamer.

"Got any foot longs, preferably burnt black?"

"No."

"Want one?"

Jan looked up to see Brockman grinning at her still wearing his red
lifeguard shorts. "You! What are you doing here?"

"Working mama, same as you."

"I told my husband about you."

"I bet that turned his little white penis limp." Jan's mind flashed to
her tugging on Stan's little white penis last night, desperately trying
to make it stir. The black man continued, "Yeah, he talked with me this
morning. I tells him, I was on lunch and Booker backed me up."

Jan felt her cheeks flushing with anger. "That doesn't excuse your using
my shack to get your rocks off."  The black man just shrugged and Jan
continued, "Well, did you want anything?"

"Give me a soda."
 
"Here, that's a dollar." Jan took Brockman's money and watched the
glistening muscles on his back flex as he walked away back to his stand.

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

That night, Stan beat Jan home and was sitting on the couch when she
came in. "I can't believe you didn't fire that black SOB."

"The city manager wouldn't let me," lied Stan. The coach had every
intention of firing Brockman that morning, but had lost his nerve. "Many
of the regular lifeguards are going back to college, so we're short
handed. We need all the manpower we can get and all the blacks are
staying on till mid-September. Brockman had over twenty saves this
year. He‘s good at his job."

"Maybe he is, when he‘s doing his job."

"I know, plus they're worried about him screaming racism."

Later, in bed. "Honey, is something wrong?"

At that moment Stan hated his prick. He had never had a problem with it
before, like most men he loved his penis and the pleasure it gave him.
Jan was caressing it to make it hard, but the damn thing wasn't even
budging. It even looked smaller then usual. "No, nothing's wrong dear. I
guess I'm just not in the mood." His wife was now tugging on his penis
as if seeing how long it got. "Let's just try to get some sleep. I'll be
better in a few days."

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

It was several days after Jan had caught him fucking in her shack that
Brockman saw a target of opportunity. An obnoxious tourist couple was
making Jan trudge far from her shack lugging a beach umbrella over her
shoulder. The fat husband was walking behind Jan staring at her ass
while the even fatter wife was applying the eleventh layer of suntan
lotion to skin as pale as a fish's belly. Brockman was walking towards
his chair to start his shift, passing the shack when he noticed Jan had
an open bottle of water sitting beside her beach chair. He reached in
his knapsack and pulled out a little bottle of eye drops.

Brockman quickly walked over to her chair and emptied the vial in her
bottle. The vial didn't contain eye drops like the label said, it
contained Xcite. The enhanced often referred to Xcite as anti-Viagra and
Booker had already emptied one vial in the coach's coffee, enough to
make him impotent for a month. The effect was the opposite with women,
they became incredibly horny. Many of the enhanced kept vials on them to
aid in seductions, though many also preferred using nothing but their
pheromone emitting, big cocks to conquer women. Jan was too important a
target to risk.

Brockman dropped his stuff off at the chair and waited for Jan to return
and take a drink from her bottle. "I'm gonna go get a soda," he said to
Fred, one of the white guards, and his partner for the day.

Brockman saw Jan's eyes stare at him as he approached her chair. Her
eyes focused on his bare chest, 100% muscle being another gift of
becoming enhanced. He smirked as her eyes flickered down to his crotch.
He was staring at her chest as her nipples started to appear under her
green bikini top. "See something you like?" he yelled.

Jan flushed a little. "Just the opposite," she said.

Brockman stopped by her chair. "Come on baby, admit it, I make you
horny. You're wet just thinking about having a big, hard cock stretching
out your tight pussy. I'd love to be the one to hook you on dark meat."

"You're disgusting. What do you want?" Jan's nipples had now puffed out
all the way again, sure to embarrass her the rest of the day, and her
bikini bottoms were starting to get damp.

"Just give me a soda and remember, this cock is yours whenever you want
it." Brockman took his soda and walked away. Jan stared at him till he
climbed up on the lifeguard chair nearly displacing the smaller white
lifeguard.

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

The next day, after a restless night, Jan snapped at her children while
taking them to the babysitter and immediately felt guilty. The coach had
left her hanging again last night and her pussy was screaming for
satisfaction. Her nipples had never went down since yesterday either,
they remained as hard as rocks.

Jan parked at her warehouse, the teen who drove the jeep's eyes dropping
to stare with lust at her chest despite the fact that she had worn a one
piece today made of heavier fabric. A brief dirty thought popped in her
mind. Maybe, this young boy could satisfy her needy pussy where her
husband had failed? Who was she kidding, his bulge was barely present
under his suit and it was the black man who she fantasized about.

The jeep dropped her off at her shack and she quickly fired up the
hotdog burner and started bringing out chairs and rafts. The smell of
raw sex still lingered in her shack even days after catching Brockman
fucking. "I'd sure like to get you in that shack," said a familiar voice
behind her.

"How come you keep getting the same damn spot everyday?" Aren't you
supposed to rotate?" Jan felt guilty being caught by the black man while
thinking about him.

"Why so bitchy? Ain't hubby satisfying ya? Horny women like you need a
good fucking to shut you up."

"What do you want?"

"Just my soda."

"Here," said Jan going to get him a can and taking his money just as it
started to rain. She watched Brockman walk away before setting up an
umbrella for herself to keep the rain off her. A storm was do to hit
tomorrow night and she doubted the beach would be that crowded. Still,
the diehard tourists were here, the ones who had shelled out the dough
for a beach vacation and weren't about to let a little rain keep them
off the beach.

The wind picked up a bit and Jan moved her chair inside the shack to
keep out of the rain.
She tried to read one of Lacy Lovelorn's old romance paperbacks, but all
she could think about was sex and what she had witnessed that day with
Brockman and the chubby woman. Her pussy was wet and she wanted to stick
her finger in it.

Suddenly, the wind slammed the door shut scaring her. Jan stood in the
dark staring at the light coming through the crack between the doors.
She peaked through the crack, Brockman was standing up on the stand,
blowing his whistle at someone. Rain dripped down his chest as he
towered above the beach. Jan felt something touch her pussy, then
realized it was her own finger, her other hand was pulling the crotch of
her bathing suit aside. She pushed her finger in and out a couple
times,  then settled on twirling the tip around her clit. She came
staring at the black lifeguard as she stood in the dark. Afterwards, she
opened the door happy that she had finally gotten some release, though
her horniness returned just minutes after sitting back down.

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

The next day the weather turned worse. It started out sunny and windy
with a rough surf licking at the feet of the big lifeguard chair.
Brockman and another giant black jumped off and hauled it back further
from the water. As the afternoon wore on dark clouds were moving in fast
and the guards forbid swimming as there was a strong undertow. The wind
was blowing the sand hard enough it struck painfully against the skin of
beachgoers.

Jan got on the radio and closed the shacks as she moved inside to wait
for the jeep. Stan had already sent half the guards home and just
Brockman sat huddled over in the chair. Soon, the jeep arrived and
hauled off her hotdog cart.

Jan packed up the shack looking at the large stack of rafts stacked up
just like they had when she had caught Brockman pounding his big hard
cock into the woman. She needed to play with herself again, she closed
the door and pulled off her sweats. Jan left the bikini top on, but
pulled off her panties. She stared out the crack at Brockman again, but
he was wearing red sweats and hunched over so that her view wasn't good.
Jan's legs were growing weak and without the view, she decided to lay
back on the rafts just like the woman had.

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

"That's it go home," said Stan into the radio, "the police will keep
people off the beach. Hans, please see if my wife is still at her shack
and tell her I'm getting off early."

Brockman put away the radio and jumped off his chair. Hans was assigned
this spot today, but Brock the cock had a way of intimidating the
non-enhanced lifeguards into giving him this spot everyday, even if it
was against the coach's policy.

Brockman approached the shack, the door was closed, but the padlock
hadn't been shut. He put his ear to the crack hearing Jan's soft moans
and cries of pleasure inside. His eyes narrowed, had another lifeguard
got to her first? With a growl, he pulled the door open.

Jan's back was arched and her head hung over the end of the raft, so she
didn't even know he had opened the door. Her legs were flung wide and up
as she diddled a very large, very engorged, protruding clit. Brock had
his cock out in just a few seconds and just a few seconds later, he
grabbed her ankles and pushed half his cock into her pussy.

Jan appeared to be in the middle of a huge orgasm that kept going while
Brockman pushed his cock in. "Yesss," she cried looking up at him in awe
and shock. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice, holding it tight.

Brock wished he could have captured the woman's expressions on video. As
her pussy quit spasming and she came down from her orgasm, her look of
pleasure turned to horror and guilt. Brockman just slowly pulled most of
his cock out then slammed it back in going an inch deeper this time. The
guilty expression remained, but her eyes closed and a moan escaped her
lips. "Want me to take it out?" he asked.

"No," she said softly. Brock began working his cock in and out, pushing
more in, going deeper then Stan had ever been. Jan realized this was
what she had wanted the minute she caught Brockman fucking the woman.
Deep down she hoped it wouldn't be good, but she was wrong it felt
better then she had imagined. If she could resist, she wouldn't feel as
guilty, but her body was betraying her, her hips were bouncing up off
the raft matching his thrusts. The black man's cock was just too big. It
filled her completely scraping every nerve ending in her pussy, scraping
back and forth across her clit, growing, never ending until with a
scream she came.

Jan had never cum so hard in her life. Her pussy was spasming around a
cock that was still pushing in deeper and deeper. Her vaginal muscles
would clamp down over Brock's cock only to balloon up again. She came
again.

Early on in their relationship, when Jan first realized she was in love
with Stan, her feelings so overwhelmed her that she orgasmed three times
during one lovemaking session. That had been a long time ago. There was
another explosion in her pussy and with another scream of pleasure,
Brockman tied her husband's record. A man she found arrogant, rude, and
obnoxious had matched the man she loved.

Brockman passed her husband's record when he buried almost a foot of
cock in her pussy. Each orgasm had been huge, better then any Stan had
given her. Now they were smaller, but they came in a series like
firecrackers going off one at a time until they seemed like one
continuous orgasm that lasted ten minutes. Brockman's stamina was
amazing, he fucked her hard for another fifteen minutes until his cock
started swelling and his hot sperm erupted deep inside her pussy, hosing
her womb with semen. Being seeded by such a big cock felt so natural
that Jan gave in again, her body thrashing from the biggest orgasm yet.

Jan sat up after recovering, her legs were still spread wide and sperm
was pooling between them on the raft. The shack was lit up as Brockman
was leaving. He closed the door leaving her in darkness again.

Jan felt guilty as she met her husband at the lifeguard station. Stan
pecked her on the cheek just as a large glob of  sperm slid down her
thighs. She could feel liquefied sperm dripping down her legs and feared
it would start soaking through her sweats, but it never did.

Jan stood outside the office hoping she wouldn't run into Brockman.
There was a loud "Ouch" from the showers and one of the white lifeguards
ran out into the lobby buck naked with a large angry red welt on one ass
cheek. A black followed him out with a wet towel rolled up, prepared to
strike. This ones name was Cassius, he saw her and lowered the towel
with a deep laugh. Jan found herself staring at two naked young men. The
white guy's penis was shrunken and small while Cassius had a partial
erection, his huge banana cock jutting out about a foot. The two
lifeguards turned and walked back into the locker room, the white cupping his palm over his genitals with embarrassment.

They left the door open and Jan inched over towards it, peering through.
She gasped at the sight. The guards were changing or toweling off after
showering. The whites were moving faster and most wore shorts as if
embarrassed to be naked around the superior black men. The blacks of
course were nude. She could make out five and each had long, dangling,
fat penises. Most seemed partially erect and one even had a full
erection, close to a foot long and thicker then Brockman's. "This is for
Stella," he said, pointing both fingers down at his erection. Stella was
one of the female lifeguards, very pretty and athletic. She was a shy,
sweet young thing who'd never date a black man or would she? Stan came
out of the office and Jan inched away from the open door.
As they left, she passed Stella waiting outside the girl's shower. She
was soon joined by the black man with the erection and the two left
together.

Jan and Stan rode home together and cooked dinner. "I know I've been
neglecting you," said Stan. "How 'bout I take you out to dinner after
work tomorrow? We can get a sitter?"

Jan's self loathing grew as she smiled and nodded. "That would be nice
dear." She felt guilty the rest of the night as they cleaned up, watched
TV, and retired. Her disgust with herself didn't leave until Stan came
into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He dropped it
quickly to put on pajamas and she suddenly didn't feel so guilty anymore
when she saw his shrunken little penis.

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

The next day on the beach was windy with rough surf. There was still a
strong riptide, so the guards kept swimming off limits and Jan wasn't
too busy. Brockman had the spot in front of her shack again which upset
her, though her breathing quickened when she saw him carrying his
equipment down to the chair. "Not very busy," he said, walking over to
her chair that afternoon.

Jan was blushing and her knees were quaking like a school girl with a
crush. Yesterday had been a mistake and wouldn't happen again.
Her pussy, of course, had other ideas. It was juicing up and little
spasms of desire were causing her to squeeze her legs tightly together.
"Here for your coke?" she asked.

"I was hoping for a poke. Booker will cover for us." Brockman walked
over to the shack and entered it.

"We can't do that again. I'm ashamed of what happened yesterday, it was
an accident." Damn, Jan could even feel her clit swelling up, she was so
horny.

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

"You know I can't"

"Was it better then anything your husband ever gave you?"

"Yes," she said through gritted teeth. What...put that away." Brock was
standing in the open doorway of the shack and had pushed his shorts down
under his penis.

"Nope, it's too uncomfortable and needs some fresh air."

Jan feared someone would see them and pushed Brockman back into the
shack. closing the door behind them. The black man immediately grabbed
her arms and pulled her body against his. Brockman leaned down and
kissed her passionately. Jan resisted at first, but within seconds, her
own tongue was pushing his back into his mouth. His cock was crushed
against her belly, the head pushing up under her sweatshirt as it
hardened. Brock's grip on her arms tightened and started pushing down.

Jan fell to her knees in the cold sand of the dark shack. Brock's huge
cock fell, resting against her face. He rested one hand on her head,
pushing it back until his cock slid down her cheeks, the tip resting
against her mouth.

Jan wasn't too keen on giving blow jobs, but she found herself filled
with a strange desire to suck Brockman's huge thirteen inch cock. She
kissed the tip, then slid her tongue around the hard ridge. She didn't
just desire to suck it, she wanted to give him the best blow job ever,
she wanted the dominant black man to be pleased with her, and she even
wanted to swallow his cum. Cum! Good god, his balls were monsters. How
much sperm would his bull testicles produce? Gallons had leaked out of
her pussy last night, more then Stan had ever cum the entire time they'd
been married.

Jan took the head in her mouth and started moaning as she sucked all
over it. The sheer size of it had her gagging as it pushed against the
back of her throat. Jan wrapped her hands around his hips and pulled
forward, his cock entering her throat. Jan looked up Brockman's huge,
muscular body as she sucked on half his cock. Light from the crack in
the door illuminated his hard, ridged chest and face making him look
somewhat demonic. She pulled again trying to cram another inch down her
throat. God, she loved this cock!

Brock's cock became the entire purpose of her existence. Her entire
focus was on making him cum. She didn't hear a young boy outside yelling
for a hotdog and soda. She forgot that she was a married mother of two.
Eventually, just as her jaw was growing sore, her attention paid off.
Brock's cock grew until she wanted to choke again. She tried to suppress
it, but gagged just as sperm exploded down her throat, then filled her
mouth. Jan gulped, swallowing as much as she could, hot semen dripping
down her chin. She continued to cough, spitting sperm until she fell
forward to catch her breath. When she finally recovered, Brockman had
left to go back to work.

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

"You feeling ok dear?" asked Stan.

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"Your cheeks are red and a little puffy."

"Oh, it's wind burn, I guess." Jan hated lying to her husband. The guilt
was consuming her, she was acting like a complete slut whenever the
black man took his cock out. "What time do you want to eat?"

"Hang out in my office, I'm having a meeting with the staff that will
take about an hour. Then we'll go eat. You pick the restaurant."

Jan sat back as her husband left the office and the lifeguards filed
past into the waiting room. She looked down so as not to see Brockman,
but he wasn't with them. When she looked up, he was standing there wet
from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Come back to the
locker room with me, it's time for that poke."

"No, we can't, my husband's in the next room."

"They'll be tied up for an hour." The black man dropped his towel to the
floor in the office.

Jan wanted him again the moment she saw his cock. She just couldn't
resist it. She halfheartedly fought his attempts to pull her up, then
relented. He lead her over to a bench in front of the lockers and pulled
her sweatshirt off, then kneeled to tug her pants down, kissing her
belly button as he did so. Jan stood before the nude black man clad in
only her green bikini which he quickly removed. "Get on all fours on the
bench," he ordered.

Brockman  hunched over behind her and stuck the head of his cock in her
already wet pussy. He started working it around to lubricate it working
a little more in with each thrust. "Oh god, more," moaned Jan. "Fuck me,
fuck me with that big cock."

Jan's body trembled as an orgasm took her. She no longer felt guilty for
betraying her husband and family, this was what she was born for. She
was a slut for black cock. That's why she eagerly took the second black
man's cock in her mouth.

It was Devon, the lifeguard with the Caribbean accent. He walked out of
the shower, still dripping wet, his cock rising as he approached her.
His big cock was about an inch shorter then Brockman's, but that still
put it at a foot long. She was opening her mouth inviting his cock
inside even before he had brought it up to her mouth.

Brock's thrusts helped her suck off Devon as he kept pushing her
forwards, forcing more of the islander's cock down her throat. This went
on for several minutes until Brock pulled out. Jan was about to protest
until she saw him lay down on the next bench and hold his cock up for
her.

Jan lowered herself over Brock's huge cock and rode him for several
minutes until Devon straddled the bench over Brock's head and she took
him back in her mouth. She managed to get ten inches down her throat
which muffled her scream when the third black man pushed his cock up her
ass.

Except for childbirth, Jan had never known such pain. Brock was tightly
gripping her ass cheeks, holding them apart while the third man wedged a
big knobby cock-head in her ass. Luckily, he then started pouring some
kind of lubrication- Jan smelled coconut tanning lotion- around the stretched opening of her ass. Whoever it was, was gentle as
he only pushed a little in at a time letting her ass grow used to the
large invader.

Brockman was bucking his hips making her bounce as the man fucking her
ass continued pounding her hard. It was difficult concentrating on
sucking off Devon, but she gave it her best shot. Jerking off the fourth
and fifth man made it even more difficult to concentrate. They had oiled
up their massive cocks and her hands easily glided along their long
shafts.

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

"Where the hell is Brockman and Devon?" shouted the coach tucking his
clipboard under his arm. "They know I called this meeting for 5:30. Well
if they don't show up, they won't be invited back next year."

"I'll go check coach," said Booker.

The eight black lifeguards were so large, that with three of them gone
there was more breathing room. The coach relaxed a little and continued.
"Now we're gonna be shorthanded with the college kids leaving and you'll
all be required to give up a day off." A short time later, Stan noticed
there was even more room as there was now only three black lifeguards in
the room. They had provided him an out. None of the missing lifeguards
would be invited back next year.

"Lastly, the condition you men have kept the locker and shower area in
this year has been deplorable. We're not pigs. Come with me to the
men's locker room and I'll show you."

Stan led the pack back towards the shower area past his office which was
empty. His wife must have stepped outside to wait for him. His hatred and disgust of the blacks deepened when he rounded the corner and got the surprise of his life. The animals were gangbanging some poor girl. Devon had his obscene dick shoved down her throat as she was mounted on
another lifeguard's, probably Brockman. Booker was pounding his monster
cock in and out of her ass. She was fisting Cassius and as Stan
approached, he saw she had another black cock in her other hand. Not
only was the white slut not struggling, she appeared to be doing her
best to fuck them back and get all five cocks off.

Curses, whistles, and cries of shock came from behind him as the other
lifeguards filed into the room. Stan put his whistle in his lips and was
about to blow it when his foot kicked a green bikini top and sweatshirt
that look just like...

The clipboard fell to the floor as Stan fell to his knees. The three
remaining black lifeguards were filing past him swiftly removing their
clothes. One moved in to take Devon's place as his cock covered Jan's
face in cum. The two female lifeguards slowly moved past him to join in
the gangbang as two of his boys, nice white lifeguards who had been with
him several summers, grabbed his arms and pulled him out of the room. As
he was being dragged, Stan the coach, a man who had made a career out of
belittling those weaker then him, started to cry.

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

Several days later, Devon, the new head lifeguard, held two meetings. The first was with the lifeguards where he announced that tryouts would be held over spring break and that next year they would be switching to tighter, more aerodynamic swimwear. He held a sample up. They were like the briefs weightlifters wore, still lifeguard red, and would be so tight as to leave little of the wearers package to the imagination. Several white lifeguards immediately decided to find employment elsewhere next year.

Devon's second meeting was held in Solomon King's hot tub. "Get lost,"
said the head of E&I Enterprises to the beautiful nude woman. The New
York City fashion model stood and left Solomon alone in the tub with
Xavier and Devon. "Give me a report Devon."

"We'll be conducting swimming classes in a heated pool in one of our
motels over the winter. I'm going to use some newly enhanced ex-cons,
more then I need in Stony Harbor. We'll let the extras get jobs in other
beach resorts, maybe even send a few to Miami. I plan to have all
enhanced lifeguards next year, though I may hire some women. Booker is
taking over as my assistant head lifeguard."

"In addition to lifeguards," continued Devon, "the beach shack rental
services will all be run by our people."

"Excellent," said Solomon. "Contact Jordan, I want him defending Mrs.
Morrison during the divorce proceedings. We'll let her continue to run
her little beach shack business."

"Of course sir. She has been a very agreeable slut. We've gathered
enough material on her to insure her loyalty. We're also going to put in
lights and high tech video cameras in the shacks next year. I was
thinking a new voyeurcam website might be in order. We can call it beach
sluts-black studs or something like that, mon."

At that moment Bull, Solomon's obese assistant and bodyguard, stepped out of the multimillion dollar beach house. "Scuse me, Devon," he
interrupted, "But ain't you from Trinibogo?"

"Yes."

"I'm afraid its been hits by a hurricane."

The End


Author’s Note: I grew up in an area filled with Beach shacks and the arrival of June Bugs every summer. I’m aware of some cases where the lifeguards (always babe magnets) used women in the shacks. That’s where the idea for this story came from.