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."

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

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