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