27 Race Relations

Race Relations
An E&I Beach Story
Copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009

September 2001


Two giant black men sat side by side fighting for room on the lifeguard
stand. "I'm gonna get wider seats for next year," said Devon, the acting
head lifeguard after they'd forced Coach Morrison out. Brockman sat next
to him. "Especially considering the squad will be all black, mon," he
continued. "Also, voila, check dese out, mon." He held up the new
uniform for next year. The shorts were red and a tight bicycle style.
"These babies are the same material as the "enhanced" underwear we're
getting. The material’s designed to hug our cocks like second skin, mon.
No hiding the package from da white bitches. What you think, mon?""

"I think," said Brockman, staring past Devon, "I'm getting a little bored with vanilla and ready to try a little chocolate again."

Devon turned to look at what Brockman was gazing at. "Holy sheet, mon!"

"Hey there sexy sista," called Brockman. "You need to come over here and
get chatted up."

"No thanks, boys," waved the black girl, smiling as she walked past the
stand. "I'm looking for someone."

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

"Why am I always stuck sitting next to you?"

Booker laughed. "I requested it, little buddy."

Fred squirmed in the chair beside the big black man. It felt like all
summer he was stuck next to the big cocked black lifeguard. At least the
season was almost over and he'd already decided not to return next year
as had most of the white lifeguards. Fred couldn't stand watching the
man's monster cock swelling up all day, every day, erect changing for
work, erect in the showers after work, erect half the time during work,
etc etc.

A fiery redhead in a green bikini walked down to the water. "I'll be
back," said Booker jumping off the stand.

Fred looked around, duty bound to keep his eyes on the water with Booker
busy making a date for the night. The two men had competed all summer
over who would fuck the most women and Booker had blown Fred away.
Despite that, Fred hadn't had that bad of a year with the women except
for a weird bout of impotence back in June that lasted a couple weeks.

Fred saw the black girl and did a double take. He looked out in the
water. There were no swimmers being it was so late in the year. Most of
the stands were only occupied by one lifeguard since half had gone back
to college already. He looked at Booker's muscular black body towering
over the white redhead, then looked back at the black girl approaching
them. "Why the fuck not?"

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

Kimba had a body that attracted a lot of attention. The kind that only
some black women seemed to develop. She had light brown skin and short curly hair. She was thin, almost skinny, but her breasts were a firm
C-cup and she had a round bubble shaped ass. The fact that even her
modest bikini did little to hide her assets had every male eye on the
beach turning to check out her body. She was nineteen and enjoyed the
attention. Even now an attractive white lifeguard had turned his
attention on her.

"How's it going?" asked Fred.

"Fine," replied Kimba. Her eyes were running down Fred's body just as
his eyes were ogling her body. Fred was very fit without an ounce of fat
on him. He had a crew cut and an infectious smile with dimples.

"I'm Fred. What brings you to Stony Harbor?"

"Kimba. I'm here to see my brother."

"Oh! Yeah, well family is nice, but not always that fun. Stony Harbor
can be a fun town if you know all the right spots to hit. If your
brother isn't going to monopolize your time, I'd love to show you a good
time."

"I'm not sure." Kimba had never dated a white boy before, but then her
brother seemed to prefer white women. Surely he wouldn't have a double
standard? Fred sure was attractive and had a great chest for a white
boy. Her brother rarely had time for his little sister. He seemed to
have a date every night and doubtless would tonight. "I might be
interested later tonight if I'm free. Can I call you? Keep in mind I'm
underage too."

Fred was practically drooling over her body. Her belly button was
pierced with a diamond stud. Other then that, her only jewelry was a
cross hanging around her neck. "Here's my cell." Fred wrote his number
on her arm with a pen. "Don't worry I have connections to a few bars. I
will get you in."

"Cool. I'll call you after dinner with my brother. Looks like he's
making plans for later anyway. Hey Booker."

Booker finished writing his number on the red head's arm and winked as
she smiled at him. He turned. "Hey sista. 'bout time you showed up.
Shouldn't you be watching the water?" he asked Fred."

Fred felt even whiter as the color drained from his face. "Yeah, there's
no one swimming, but I think I'll get back up there."

"That's Fred, he's my little buddy."

"We just met, nice guy. So great to see you." Kimba hugged her big
brother and he lifted her up, swinging her around in his arms. When he
released her, she felt ashamed because her nipples were hard. Her
brother had this amazing sexual animal magnetism about him for the last
two years since he'd beefed up. His muscular friends had it too, but he
made her stay clear of them. She was ashamed to feel an attraction to
him, but would have sworn he felt the same way. His cock had moved when he hugged her. Both knew it was wrong and neither ever commented on it, but their bodies sometimes had minds of their own.

"How was church?"

"Good. They still haven't decided where to send me yet. I'm prepared to
go out and do the lord's work tomorrow if they needed me. What's the
plan for tonight?"

"Early dinner at a great Mexican place."

"Early I take it cause you'll be busy later."

"As usual. I'm off the day you leave and can spend the day with you.
Meet me at six tonight at the station."

"Fine then. See ya. See ya Fred," she called, and the white lifeguard
waved. He seemed a little intimidated by her brother, but she was used
to that. She'd just relax and have some fun with him. She had no
intention of sleeping with him, though it had been awhile since she'd
split up with her boyfriend. Kimba wasn't a "hook up" kind of girl, but
then she wasn't a nun either.

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

"Here ya go, babe," said Brockman, handing Kimba a drink. "Who you
talking too?"

Kimba hung up the phone. "I made a date for later."

Brockman could hear the shower still running as Booker readied for his
date. "Cancel it and let old Brockman show you a good time." The big
black man smirked as she swallowed half her drink. He'd laced it heavily
with Xcite. He was going to fuck the big titted black bitch, Booker's
sister or not.

"No thanks." Kimba gulped. Brockman had the same sexy aura of power as
did her brother, as did the two other black lifeguards in the room. It
was impossible to be around them without thinking of sex several times a
minute. Brockman was also an arrogant ass who often openly referred to
himself as Brockman the cocksman. He was also the one Booker had told
her to steer away from the most.

"You sure baby? I kept my night free just for ya."

"Good, you can get some bible study in." Kimba smirked right back at him
as she saw the look on his face. Arrogant jerk or not, she couldn't help
wondering what he'd be like in bed.

There was a rapping at the door. "Come in," yelled one of the blacks.
"Fred man, what's up? What you be doing here?"

"Yeah, what you want white boy?" asked Brockman.

Fred found all the blacks cocky and arrogant, but not all were jerks.
Some he openly liked, even Booker for that matter despite their rivalry.
Working together every day, especially as a team to save lives, made it
inevitable that respect and friendships would develop. Others, like
Brockman, were thugs incapable of showing respect to any of the whites.
"I'm just here for Kimba."

"I'm ready," she said, finishing her drink. "Let Booker know I'll see him tomorrow." Kimba almost changed her mind. Fred was putting on a good
front, but was clearly a little shaky surrounded by the giant black men.
He seemed a bit wimpy for her tastes, but it was just one date. She had
no intention of letting him have anything more then a kiss goodnight.
"Lets go," she said, and the two left the black lifeguard's rental.

"Kimba leave?" asked Booker, coming out of the bathroom with a towel
around his waist.

"Yeah, she's gone," said Brockman. The blacks were staring at each other
wondering if Booker knew. Brockman wasn't about to tell him she was on a
date with Fred or that Brockman had just sent her out on the date with a
belly full of Xcite.

**********

Kimba had no intention of sleeping with Fred.
Absolutely no intention, nope, none at all, but then she felt herself
getting wet the moment he took her hand and led her towards the
boardwalk. She felt his cock harden during one slow dance at a bar and
her resolve faltered. She could sure use a good stiff one. It hadn't
been that long since she'd gotten laid, but she'd never recalled being
this horny. Her nipples were scratching her bra they were so hard. Fred
noticed them too. Luckily most dances were fast and she didn't have to
rub against him, but she found herself staring a his tee shirt slowly
becoming sweat soaked, sticking to his hard muscular chest. "Lets sit
some out," she begged.

"Sure," said Fred, leading her back to their table.
They sat and Fred ordered two more drinks. The music was loud so they
had to huddle close together to talk. "How long are you in town?"

"A couple more days."

"I'm having a good time. If you're free any more, I'd like to see you
again."

"My nights probably will be free. I'm having fun too." And she meant it.
Fred was a charming companion. She was pretty sure, he was a player. The
job alone probably got him several girls a summer. Kimba didn't care for
male sluts, but if he was as experienced as she thought, he'd be really
good in the sack. And that was what she really needed at the moment. On
impulse, she leaned closer to him, kissing him on the lips. Fred kissed
back. It was a good kiss. One that did nothing to put out the fire in
her loins. "That was nice."

"I'll say. So what do you do for a living?"

"I'm hoping to do social or charitable work. I'll be doing some
missionary work right after summer. They don't know where I'm going
yet."

"How nice. Boyfriend?"

"Not for a year and a half. Not much time for one right now and Booker
has a habit of scaring my dates off."

"Yeah, he gives new meaning to the term BIG brother."

Kimba laughed at his joke, but Fred choked on his drink. Saying "big"
made the image of Booker's cock spring to mind. If Kimba was used to
dating black men, how could Fred ever measure up to them?

"He's is a BIG brother, but he hasn't always been that big."

"What do you mean?"

"He used to be about your size, fit and muscular, but nowhere near as
big as he is now. Don't tell him I told you, but Booker had some drug
trouble when he was seventeen and served six months. Since he was
underage, they were a bit lenient and let him undergo drug rehab. He
disappeared for a month and came back the big black hulk he is now."

"Really?"

"I ain’t shitting you. His personality was almost as changed as his body. He was still a loving brother, but arrogant. Lordy, I never knew a black boy as full of himself as my brother. He was more bossy too. Mom had been pretty pissed he got busted, but soon she was doting on him like he was a little kid again, doing his laundry, cooking for him, whatever. I even found myself doing errands for him. He took over the household, though he didn't stay very long. You should have seen the look on mom's face the first time he bought a white girl home. He moved out after that."

"Hmmm, sounds like he might have been taking steroids."

"We thought of that, but never ever saw him touch drugs since getting
out of jail and he passed all his drug tests. He had also quit smoking
and rarely touched booze. I've never seen him anywhere near as drunk as
I am now."

"Watch what you say. I might take advantage of you."

"Maybe, that's why I'm saying it."

Fred leaned over and kissed her again. This one was longer and their
tongues pushed against each other. He broke the kiss. "It's getting
late, can I walk you back to your hotel?"

"Yeah, lets go. I'm at the Ocean View."  

Fred rubbed her back as they left the bar and walked down the boardwalk.
He kept his body close to hers, every now and then stopping to kiss her.
Kimba hadn't planned on sleeping with Fred, but right now he had exactly
what she needed, a nice stiff prick. Outside the motel, Fred put his
hands on her waist and pulled her in tight for a kiss. "Can I walk you
up to your room?" he asked.

"Oh yes," she mumbled back. Fred had such a nice hard chest, she
thought, as her breasts were mashed into his hard abdominals.

They walked into the lobby and the clerk did a double take before
recovering his composure. Is this what it's like to be an interracial
couple, thought Fred? Everyone staring, pretending it didn't bother
them. He'd noticed the way people stared at the black lifeguards with
their white women. "You ever date a white guy before?"

"Nope, how about you?"

"No, I never dated a white guy," replied Fred, enjoying the sound of
Kimba's laughter as the elevator closed. "I may have dated a woman with
mixed parentage, but I never did meet her parents."

Kimba led him over towards her room and he kissed her long and hard
again right by her door. Kimba got out her keys and unlocked her room.
"Well Fred, I had a wonderful evening. Let me know about tomorrow. Good
night." Kimba closed the door in Fred's stunned looking face. She
counted to five, then opened the door, laughing, "Come in."

Fred still looked surprised and hadn't moved. He laughed and walked past
her into the room. Kimba followed him to her bed. He turned to kiss her again, but she braced her hand on his chest. She pushed him down hard on the bed and straddled his waist. Kimba usually wasn't this aggressive, but then she usually wasn't this horny either.

Kimba pulled Fred's tee shirt out of his shorts, then up his chest. He
arched his back so that she could remove it. Kimba ran her nails down
Fred's hard chest. She'd never been with a man this fit. Her hands moved
down his stomach until they found his zipper.

Fred's dick was as hard as it ever got, but when Kimba started trying to
free it, it soundly shrank several inches. He pictured her look of
disappointment seeing a penis so much smaller then she was used to. Did
she know how little white dicks were? No, otherwise, why was she with
him? Would she laugh when she saw it? As soon as she undid his pants,
Fred sat up.

Kimba was ready to slam her pussy down hard on what felt like a nice
sized bulge in Fred's pants, but he stopped her. Instead, it was his
turn to take her top off. She smirked at his wide-eyed expression when
he saw her bra-clad breasts. Her boobs garnered her a lot of attention
and they looked especially nice held confined by her sexy pink bra from
Hidden Closet. He ran his hands over them, then around her back to
unclasp it. "Wow!" he exclaimed as her bare breasts sprang free.
"Wow!" he said again caressing them. "Your nipples are so dark."

Kimba laughed. "Now that's one I've never heard before." Her skin was
light brown, but her nipples were almost black. They were big, puffy,
and quite long.

Fred felt his dick grow fully hard again just at the sight of her
magnificent breasts. He leaned forward more and she wrapped her legs
around his back so that she was sitting in his lap. They kissed some
more, her hard nipples poking his chest while they made out. Fred kissed
her hard, then kissed her lower lip, then chin, then neck. He pushed her
back so that he could kiss down to her chest. His mouth found her
nipples, sucking each one between his lips. Fred gently bit one between
his teeth. Kimba's breasts were probably the most perfect he'd seen all
year, or the last several years for that matter. He listened to her soft
moans as he sucked her breasts. Maybe, his dick was smaller then she was
used to, but there were other ways to give her pleasure. Fred grabbed
her ass and stood with her legs still tightly wrapped around his waist.
He turned around and lowered her on to the bed.

Kimba lifted her hips as he struggled with her jeans. She was impressed
by his patience. So far he hadn't been in a rush with her. He'd even
stopped her from freeing his dick. He was obviously a very skilled
lover, but a part of her wished he'd hurry up and shove it hard into her
needy pussy. "Wow!" he said yet again staring at her low cut pink
panties. Fred continued to pull her jeans all the way off after removing
her sandals. Her toenails were painted to match her underwear.

Fred fell on her, kissing her again. He moved back down her body,
spending a little more time on her breasts before moving down her
stomach. Fred kissed her belly button stud then moved lower. Kimba was
breathing heavier now in anticipation. She opened her legs wider as his
mouth reached the top of her pubes. Her hair was shaved close to fit in
her bikini. He kissed down the outskirts until reaching the nub.

Even her pussy is sexy, thought Fred. Her labia was as dark as her
nipples. They were glistening too with arousal. Fred ran his tongue up
her folds and was rewarded by a loud gasp from Kimba. He proceeded to
wiggle his tongue along her labia, clit, and at some points traveling
down almost to her ass. Kimba was grinding her pussy into his mouth as
she raised it up into his tongue. Fred wiggled his tongue as deep as it
would go. Kimba arched her back and reached down to grab his hair,
almost too roughly. She held his hair like reins as she pulled his head
hard into her pussy. Fred could sense her tensing. She was groaning and
moaning. Fred quickly licked up and sucked her rather large clit between
his lips. Kimba screamed loudly as she came and Fred was surprised to
feel her warm fluids squirt into his mouth.

Kimba released his hair and fell back on the bed. She was breathing
heavily as she came down from her orgasmic high. Fred looked up her
beautiful brown body and thought he could detect a satisfied smile on
her lips. If she thought he was done with her, she had another think
coming. Fred brought his hand up between her legs and worked two fingers
into her hot pussy. Kimba moaned contentedly as he moved his fingers in
and out to lubricate them. Soon her moans turned more needy. Fred sank
his fingers as deep as they could go and started moving the fingertips
around in circles. Kimba tensed again, her hands gripping the bedspreads
hard for a few minutes. Then Booker was delighted to see her hands come
up to tug on her own fat nipples. Kimba began bucking her hips hard and
thrashing her head from side to side in frustration. Fred decided to
deliver his coup-de-grace. He continued the circular motions with his
fingers and brought his tongue back in, licking above his fingers, up
and around her clit. This sent Kimba over the edge. She practically
leaped off the bed as she orgasmed again. Her juices soaked Fred's
entire hand. Kimba was a real squirter.

Fred didn't let her recover this time. He continued sucking on her clit
as he switched hands. He pushed two fresh fingers into her pussy as he
bought his soaked index finger down towards her ass. Kimba was panting
from her orgasm. "Wow, baby," she gasped. "So good. Let me rest. Oh yes.
Rest. Stop. No more please. Too sensitive." Her crotch leaped from a
sudden unexpected touch. "What? No, baby, not my ass,"  but Fred didn't
listen. He pressed his fingertip hard against her tight brown rosebud.
It slowly opened to the pressure and his finger slipped inside her tight
hole. Kimba seemed to struggle away from it briefly, but the pressure
triggered her third orgasm. Her back arched as Fred pushed his finger
deeper, still fingering her pussy and licking her clit. Her scream was
louder and longer this time and three squirts of her cum coated his hand
and mouth.

Fred pulled his fingers out of the dazed girl and walked to her bathroom
to wash up. He washed his hands and chin, working his tired jaw around
to loosen it up. When he finished, he walked back to the bedroom. Kimba
was still lying on her back seemingly in a daze. Again, he was struck by
her beauty. He stripped the rest of his clothes off except for his
underwear and climbed in bed next to her.

"Oh no you don't," said Kimba opening her eyes. She reached out and
grabbed his briefs, pulling them out and down before he could stop her.
"Your not keeping this thing trapped." She cupped his genitals. Fred had
been hard again, but as she freed his penis, it shrank a couple inches.

Kimba was almost too worn out to move, but Fred had just given her the
best sex of her young life without even entering her. She wasn't too
keen on cock sucking, but Fred sure deserved it for what he had just
done. She rolled on top of him and worked her way down to his dick.
"What's wrong, baby?" she asked at his limp state.

Fred felt it shrink even more thinking she was commenting on his size.
"Just nervous," he mumbled, as she tugged on his penis.

Nervous? The white boy was a skilled player and he was nervous with her.
Cute. "Don't be, baby," she whispered taking his penis in her mouth. She
swirled her tongue around the tip before swallowing it whole. Kimba
clamped her lips around the base and sucked up. Her hot mouth did the
trick as Fred's dick began stiffening up again. Soon it was too big to
keep in her mouth and she sucked up the hardening shaft. She sucked on
the head until it was completely hard. Kimba grabbed the base and
removed it from her mouth so she could check out her first white dick.
Fred prick was a hard six inches and thicker then most. "Nice," she
said, kissing it.

Fred frowned. She was either a lying bitch or so nice she didn't want
to hurt his feelings. The strange thing was, she seemed sincere, like
she actually did think it was nice. She didn't look disappointed. In
fact, she looked downright hot for it. Fred felt some of his old
confidence returning. He started bucking his hips on the bed and Kimba
sucked downwards to match his throat. She even seemed to choke a little
like she wasn't used to sucking on foot long black cocks. She was doing
a good job on his dick though. Fred was almost embarrassed by the speed
he felt his balls churning. "Cumming," he moaned. Kimba neither slowed,
nor pulled away from his dick. She just kept up the pace as if she
intended to swallow it. Fred felt his cock twitch and he came in Kimba's
mouth. She continued sucking, jerking on the shaft to get every last
drop. "Wow," he said, arching his neck to look at her.

Kimba stuck out her tongue which was coated with his sperm. She pulled
her tongue back in and swallowed. What a woman, he thought. She winked
at him, then climbed off the bed to go brush her teeth.

"You are one sexy woman," he said, when she returned.

"And you are one sexy man?" she replied, climbing on the bed next to him
and snuggling up.

"You don't have any problems with me?" he asked.

Kimba looked up to kiss him. "Cause you're white? I could care less.
Even if it did bother me, it wouldn't after what you just did. This was
the best first date I ever had."

"No, not my color..."

"What you talkin about white boy?"

"You know, my penis?"

Kimba reached over and cupped his genitals. She frowned, confused, then
her eyes opened as she realized what he was talking about. "Don't be
stupid, black men aren't any bigger then white men."

"Your brother sure is." Weird, but it really seemed as if she weren't
lying.

Kimba shivered. Images leaped to mind of her brother. Booker was in the
bathroom toweling himself off, his huge cock dangling down to his knees.
Booker's foot long cock was as hard as a diving board. It bobbed as it
approached her. He closed his bedroom door in her face. Behind him had
been a dazed looking white girl. The smell coming from his room had been
pure, raw and powerful sex. Kimba had quietly masturbated in her room
trying to picture her brother's super cock on her boyfriend. After she
came, she prayed for guidance at these impure thought regarding her
brother. "I accidentally saw my brother's," said Kimba. "He's a freak,
not normal. I've only been with two men, both black, and both their
penises were around your size and you even seem thicker."

Fred stared at her finally realizing she was being completely sincere.
He wasn't about to tell her it wasn't just her brother, it was the
entire black lifeguard staff that were freaks. Kimba seemed upset to be
talking about it. My god! She's attracted to her brother's big dick.
Fred was a man's man, but Booker's cock appeared in his own fantasies
from time to time. He was ashamed of his gay thoughts, but a sister for
her brother? "I'm sorry."

Kimba laughed. "Don't be. I guess if you saw my brother's, you might
think it applied to all black men. Wanna know something weird?" Kimba
continued at Fred's nod. "I never noticed Booker was abnormal until he
came back from rehab. We'd see each other nude as kids from time to
time, but I don't remember him being that huge. After he'd pumped up his
body, it seemed harder to hide. He was always playing with it too. I'd
hear him jacking off every day he didn't bring a woman home. But why are
we talking about my brother, when we have this nice sized dick to play
with?" She squeezed her hand and felt his dick start to harden again.

Pieces of a jigsaw were coming together in Fred's head. Booker's
muscular heavyweight body, with his huge cock between his legs. The other lifeguards all looked the same and all had monster cocks. Had Booker taken steroids? Had all the black lifeguards? Was that why they were all aggressive jerks with big cocks? The pieces were falling into place, until Fred's brainpower shifted from his head to down between his legs as his dick got hard again.

Kimba had never had so many orgasm in so short a time, yet she was still
incredibly horny. She wasted no time straddling Fred's legs. He held his
dick straight up as she lowered herself down. Her labia opened up around
his dick, slowly closing as the head disappeared. Her labia tightly
hugged the shaft as she lowered herself until she was sitting in his
lap.

Kimba held still with her eyes closed and a smile on her face as her
needy pussy finally felt what it had craved almost since her date
started. She moaned as Fred's hands caressed her waist moving up to her
breasts. He started pulling on her nipples and Kimba unbelievably felt
another orgasm building. She started to move wanting to go slowly, but
needing it fast and hard. She leaned forward, bracing her black hands on
his white muscular chest as she started slamming her pussy down hard on
his thick dick. "Oh, oh, oh, oh fuck, fuck me, baby. Feels so good,
sugah. Oh god, cumming. Aaahh..." Kimba shivered from her fourth orgasm
of the night as she soaked Fred's crotch. Fred lasted a long time. Kimba
contiued bouncing on his dick, getting the fucking of her life. She came
again after laying down on his chest and sliding her pussy across his
crotch. Fred's dick went off while she was cumming, his strong jets of semen prolonging and increasing her orgasm. Kimba came one more time that night. Fred woke her many hours later and fucked her hard while she kneeled doggy style before him.

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

"You again," said Fred, seeing the seating roster. "We're short handed,
why can't I have my own chair?"

"I agree," said Booker, as they climbed into the lifeguard stand. "By the way, I'm at 47. Fucked another one last night."

"19."

"Looks like you got one last night, too."

"Ah, yeah."

"Still, season's over and there's no way you can catch up with me.
What's that mean?"

"You win."

"Yes, but what else? Say it."

"I'm your beeyutch," said Fred.

"Yes, you are white boy," laughed Booker.

Fred laughed too. He actually liked Booker, though he didn't care for
losing any competition. If Booker's cock hadn't made Fred feel so inferior, he thought they actually might have been friends. He looked left and once again there were no swimmers, which was a good thing. A tropical depression was off the coast making the waves quite large and quite probably there would be a strong undertow. If this had been mid-summer, the lifeguards would be doing saves constantly. He did notice a certain stacked black girl walking down the beach.

"Yo, yo, baby sis," yelled Booker.

"What's up, Boo."

"Heh, heh, Boo," laughed Fred.

"Shut the fuck up," snarled Booker.

"Hi, Kimba," called Fred.

"Hey, Fred. So what's up tonight, big bro?"

"Sorry, sis, I kinda gots plans." Booker noticed the look of
disappointment. "I'm sorry sis, I'm off tomorrow and we can spend all
day together."

"Hey, I'd love to take you out to dinner tonight," said Fred.

"Sounds great."

Fred's mouth lit up when he saw how excited Kimba seemed at the prospect
of another night with him. Unfortunately, Booker noticed too. Kimba was
wearing reflective sunglasses and Fred could see Booker's brow furrow as
he thought. Booker's nostrils flared. Oh oh! Didn't he know? Hadn't
Kimba or Brockman told him?
Booker looked almost comical he was so angry. If he'd been a cartoon
character, smoke would of been pouring out his ears. "Oh shi.....it,"
yelled Fred, as he suddenly found himself airborn and the hard sand
coming up fast.

"BOO! What are..." screamed Kimba.

"Mutha fuckin white boy," growled Booker, jumping down. "Nobody fucks
around with my sister. Fuck you, mutha fucker."

"Booker, no," said Kimba, grabbing her brother's huge arm.

Booker pulled his arm free almost pushing his own sister down. "I'm
gonna kill the fucker."

Fred was a little dazed as he pushed himself to his knees. A wave of
fear swept over him. His bladder felt weak, but he held it in. Booker
was bearing down on him, covered in sweat, every muscle tense on his
ebony body. Fred had been in fights before, he'd even been mugged in the
city by a guy with a knife, but he'd never felt this scared before. His
eyes focused on Booker's bulging cock under his lifeguard shorts. Maybe,
if I suck it, he won't kill me? Fred suppressed that thought. He tried to rise to his feet, but they were too weak.

"Booker, don't hurt him," screamed Kimba.

"Fucker made you his number nineteen," yelled Booker back. Booker
grabbed Fred's head and pushed the man hard back into the sand.
 
"I'm the nineteenth woman he's slept with?" Kimba knew Fred was a
player, but 19 was a lot.

"Nineteenth this summer." Booker saw the look of disgust on his sister's
face. "Don't worry I beat him. White boy can't compete with your big
brother."

"You were competing over who fucked the most women?" Kimba felt sick.
"What are you animals?" Jesus, if Fred fucked twenty women each summer
and he'd been there three years... "Both you assholes disgust me. Stay
away from me." Kimba turned and headed back down the beach.

Fred had pushed himself up to all fours. Booker placed his foot on
Fred's ass and pushed him back down. "Kimba wait," he called.

Kimba gave him the finger over her shoulder without looking at him. God,
she'd just slept with a man who'd been with over sixty women and her
brother was beating him. She felt sick, dirty, and hot. When she was
safely between two lifeguard stands, she decided to jump in the water to
cool off.

Sand was sticking to Fred's face as he watched Kimba walking off. He was
still lying flat on his face. He rolled over. Booker was watching his
sister before turning back towards Fred with his ham-like fists
clenched. Run you fool. Suck his dick. Show him you submit. "I really
like her," he stammered.

"Shut the fuck up."

"What's going on?" A hot white woman in a bikini just strolled up. Fred
recognized her as one of Booker's recent conquests. Saved, he thought.

"Nuthin, baby," just horse playin." Booker wrapped his arm around the
woman and walked away from the prone white man.

Fred climbed to his feet ashamed to see that he had emptied his bladder.
The beach wasn't crowded, but everyone had been watching the scene. No
one was close enough to see his shorts. He walked down to the water to
rinse off and get the sand off his face. Fred felt a pang of regret as
he saw Kimba in the distance dive into a big wave. The fresh salt air
cleared his nose and his humiliating fear dissipated quickly.

Rinsed, Fred headed up to the stand. He could see Kimba treading water.
Booker was still busy with his slut. If he knew Booker, they'd be
fucking in the beach shack in a few minutes. Kimba was diving into
another wave. "I'm taking a break white boy," growled Booker, putting his arm around the woman and heading towards the closest shack. Kimba was clearing salt from her eyes not noticing another wave bearing down on her. Fred winced as she disappeared. She didn't reappear.

Fred stood in his chair and stared at the spot he'd last seen Kimba. A
second later, he was jumping off the stand and grabbing his float.

Booker was already picturing the woman sucking his dick in the shack
when he heard the lifeguard whistle blowing. Fred was running down the
beach blowing his whistle carrying his float. Fighting, fucking, and
scoring were all secondary to the job. The name of the game was saving
lives. "Gotta go," said Booker, taking off after Fred.

Fred ran and there was no sign of Kimba. Luckily, it was late in the
season and the beach wasn't crowded. He could clearly make out Kimba's
footprints in the wet sand and followed them in right where she entered
the water. The waves and current would have pushed her up the beach so he dove in at an angle. Fred was immediately struck by the strength of the undertow. It was worse then expected. The beach should have been closed to swimmers. Fred took a deep breath and dove underwater. He swam along the bottom with the current carrying him for additional speed. He flailed his arms hoping to detect the young woman. Something brushed his fingertips. He lunged, grabbing an arm. Fred's lungs were almost bursting as he pulled Kimba into his arms and kicked off the bottom.

Booker saw Fred break the surface. "NO!" he screamed when he saw who it
was in Fred's arms. Kimba was lying prone in Fred's arms as he carried
her out of the water. Fred laid her in the sand just as Booker ran up.
Fred pushed hard on her chest, then pinched her nose and blew air into
her lungs.

"Come on sis, breathe dammit," said Booker, kneeling in the sand. Fred
knew his business and Booker didn't interfere.

"Paramedics are coming," said Donna, running up from the next lifeguard
stand.

Fred breathed again and got a mouthful of salty water as Kimba coughed.

"Thank god," said Booker.

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

Booker held a protective arm around his sister as they sat on the couch
in the porch of the black lifeguard's rental. "Here comes Fred," said
Kimba. "Let me up. I need to go pee."

"Come on in, Fred," said Booker. "Kimba will be out in a second."

"Thanks," said Fred, entering the porch as Brockman came out of the house and sat with a beer in his hand.

"Listen white boy...Fred. Thanks for saving..." The big black man choked
up a little, starting to cry.

"No need Booker. She's something special isn't she?"

"She sure is. Fred, if there's anything I can do to repay you, let me
know."

"Thanks, but I was just doing my job. Kimba was save number twenty-two."

"Fifteen," said Booker. "You beat me in that contest."

"Twenty," said Brockman.

"I mean it Fred, anything you want..."

"Well, I wouldn't mind a cock as big as yours," laughed Fred. Neither
Booker nor Brockman laughed with him. He was saved as Kimba came out of
the house. "How you feeling?"

"Great thanks to you, my hero."

"No Kimba, I'm just one member of a team of heroes." Fred nodded at the
black men who nodded back and the two left.

"Dinner is on me," said Kimba, taking Fred's hand in hers. "And later, so is dessert."

"What do you mean?"

"I got some whipped cream back at the motel."

"Cool, sounds tasty."

"Chocolate syrup for you. I'll be white and you'll be black."


Epilogue


"You gotta be shittin me?"

"Just take it." Booker pushed the needle over to Fred. He'd gone to the
drug plant outside town, ostensibly to pick up some Xcite. He'd stolen
the shot of Xserum when Hank McGraw wasn't looking.

"I'll be immortal?"

"No, you can still die, but you won't age and you'll heal faster. How
big is your dick?"

"Six inches."

"It'll quit growing at eleven. I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"You said you wanted a dick as big as mine. I'm a perfect foot long."

"I'll live with it." Fred scooped the needle up. "Tell me more."

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

"Mr. King, I have some rather disturbing news."

Solomon looked out from his office over the skyline of New York city.
"Enough, Mrs. Eranovich."

Brooke moaned in frustration as she sucked Solomon's cock. He pushed her
off. She wiped her mouth off and left the office.

"What is it," said Solomon, spinning his chair around. He didn't bother
struggling to put his cock away.

Reginald Jordan stood at attention in his well tailored suit. "I'm
afraid one of our lifeguards stole a shot of X and gave it to a white
man."

"Who is it?"

"Booker, sir."

"Are you sure?"

Jordan walked over to the intercom. He pressed the button. "Send him
in."

Solomon King watched the black man enter. "You’re one of my lifeguards
correct?"

"Yes sir," said Brockman.

"You are certain?" asked Solomon and Brockman nodded. "Explain."
Brockman told the story of Kimba, Fred, and Booker. "I was assisting
Booker at the pool training the new lifeguards last month when Fred
stopped by. He was clearly enhanced.

"Should I have them removed, sir?" asked Jordan.

The gook's head exploded as Sam Kingston fired point blank in his face.
"No," said Solomon, shaking off the memories of 'Nam. "No killing. Besides, Booker is taking over for Devon." A hurricane had wrecked Devon's village on Trinibogo. "Increase security on the Xserum. I don't want this happening again. Have Brutus push back recruiting the cleaners so he can dig up dirt on Fred. If his parents are still married, I want them divorced. Any sisters, I want pregnant with black babies. Make sure he knows who he is now working for. And tell Booker he now owes us six million dollars."

"That would be the cost of three shots, sir?" asked Jordan.

"Prepare a shot of Yserum for Booker's sister."

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

"I assure you, Kimba, everythings fine. It's a common reaction."

"Doctor," said Kimba, into the receiver. "My breasts are huge and a feel
flushed, hot, like I'm burning up." The doorbell rang. "And I'm leaving
the country in a week."

"It's normal."

"Thanks." Kimba hung up the receiver. She went to the door and opened
it. "What are you doing here?"

"I was in the city and thought I'd look you up," said Brockman, staring
at her chest.

Kimba didn't really blame him. Her large breasts had swollen to a size
DD and were braless under a halter top that was sexy before they grew.
Now the bottoms of her tits were hanging out under the material. Her ass
had also plumped up, though it was firm, but the rest of her body had
actually lost fat. "Sorry, I'm not feeling so well. I'm having a bad
reaction to a shot I took before leaving the country. Ill be doing
missionary work for the hurricane victims on Trinibogo."

"Yeah, I know. You got the shot exactly three weeks ago."

"How do you know that?"

"Oh my, you is bleeding."

Kimba looked down. Wet spots had appeared around her nipples. Her
panties were soaked too. "What the fuck?"

"Lets make sure you're ok." Brockman reached out and flicked her halter
up. "Perfect." He caressed her breasts, squeezing one. Milk shot out of
the nipple.

"I can't be pregnant!"

"Not yet," said Brockman, leaning down and taking her nipple in his
mouth.

"Stop," she said, but she was arching her back to make it easier on him.
Brockman was an asshole and she detested him. She tried to push him off,
but her hand was busy pulling down his zipper. "My god!" Her hands
closed on a monster shaft. She pulled it out awed by the size. She
looked up at Brockman who was staring down at her intensely. His
nostrils were flaring and he looked about to rip her clothes off. She
assisted him by undoing her pants as quickly as possible.

Kimba ran to her couch clad only in sexy panties which Brockman caught
in his hand and ripped off. She fell over the back of the couch, holding
her ass up and spreading her legs. Her pussy squished as more then half
Brockman's cock pushed into her. Kimba screamed as she came. "Fuck me,"
she begged as the monster cock probed deeper.

"Better then dat fuckin white boy," he growled.

"God yes."

"Who's fuckin ya bitc...grrwlll?"

"You are Brockman. Fuck me Brockman the cocksman. Ah Ah. Gimme that big
deeeeck." Kimba was squealing and screaming to much to talk. Brockman
was just grunting and growling like an animal. Milk was constantly
trickling out of her nipples as Brockman gave her another orgasm. She'd
gone off the pill recently and wanted to beg him to pull out, but she
wanted his cum filling her pussy even more. Kimba was cumming constantly
as Brockman's cock shot a huge load of semen in her pussy.

Brockman was still in her when she recovered. Her pussy clamped down
over his big cock and the shaft reversed course turning hard again. Soon
they were fucking once more.

Brockman and Kimba emptied her fridge when they weren't busy fucking.
They slept intermittently and bathed together. One morning she awoke and
Brockman was gone. Kimba was startled to see that an entire week had
passed and she was due to leave for Trinibogo tomorrow. She never came
back.

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

"Someone sent me a video of my mom with three black guys and said they'd
send copies to everyone she knows. They also told me that if I didn't
keep my mouth shut, they'd knock up my sister." Fred didn't add that
he'd considered planting a baby in his own sister as a solution. His
cock really didn't discriminate. "It was worth it. What about you?"

"I was told I'd be punished, but nothing yet. Kimba's safely off to
Trinibogo." Booker didn't know that King Enterprises had requested of
her church that she go to the island. He didn't know she'd been enhanced
nor that the Yserum had even been invented. He didn't know she was
living on an island of newly enhanced black men and would be used as
breeding stock after having Brockman's baby.

The two giants climbed up in the newly designed larger stands. "Well,
now that we're on equal footing, you ready to have another contest?"

"Damn straight." Booker held his hand out. "May the best man win."
 
"May the best man win," said Fred.

Black hand shook white hand as the two horny men looked around them for
the first conquests of the season.

The End

Author's Note: This is the last planned story about the lifeguards of
Stony Harbor. Now it's time to begin the E&I University and E&I Mall
series. As for Devon, he's off to Hurricane destroyed Trinibogo to
rebuild his village and turn is island into a first class Carribean
resort.