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

September 2001


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How's it going?" asked Fred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How was church?"

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

"Early dinner at a great Mexican place."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**********

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

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

"A couple more days."

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

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

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

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

"How nice. Boyfriend?"

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nope, how about you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh no you don't," said Kimba opening her eyes. She reached out
and grabbed his briefs, pulling them out and down before he could
stop her. "Your not keeping this thing trapped." She cupped his
genitals. Fred had been hard again, but as she freed his penis,
it shrank a couple inches.
Kimba was almost too worn out to move, but Fred had just given
her the best sex of her young life without even entering her. She
wasn't too keen on cock sucking, but Fred sure deserved it for
what he had just done. She rolled on top of him and worked her
way down to his dick. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked at his limp
state.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, not my color..."

"What you talkin about white boy?"

"You know, my penis?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"19."

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

"Ah, yeah."

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

"You win."

"Yes, but what else? Say it."

"I'm your beeyutch," said Fred.

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

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

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

"What's up, Boo."

"Heh, heh, Boo," laughed Fred.

"Shut the fuck up," snarled Booker.

"Hi, Kimba," called Fred.

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

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

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

"Sounds great."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fred had pushed himself up to all fours. Booker placed his foot
on Fred's ass and pushed him back down. "Kimba wait," he called.
Kimba gave him the finger over her shoulder without looking at
him. God, she'd just slept with a man who'd been with over sixty
women and her brother was beating him. She felt sick, dirty, and
hot. When she was safely between two lifeguard stands, she
decided to jump in the water to cool off.

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

"Shut the fuck up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank god," said Booker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Twenty," said Brockman.

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

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

"Great thanks to you, my hero."

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

"Cool, sounds tasty."

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


Epilogue


"You gotta be shittin me?"

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

"I'll be immortal?"

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

"Six inches."

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

"What for?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who is it?"

"Booker, sir."

"Are you sure?"

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

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

"Yes sir," said Brockman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's normal."

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

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

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

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

"How do you know that?"

"Oh my, you is bleeding."

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

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

"I can't be pregnant!"

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

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

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

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

"God yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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