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.