The Love Shack 
An E&I Beach Story 
copyright 2002 by Stormbringer
revised 2009

August 2001

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All summer Mrs. Morrison."

"Why'd you let him?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not really tired honey."

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

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

That night it failed him.

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

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

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

"Got any foot longs, preferably burnt black?"

"No."

"Want one?"

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

"Working mama, same as you."

"I told my husband about you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you want?"

"Just my soda."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know I can't"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You feeling ok dear?" asked Stan.

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

"Your cheeks are red and a little puffy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

The End


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