Stella slowed to a steady jog, controlling her breathing as the sandy
beach passed by under her bare feet. She was closing on one of the black
men. There were nine black men this year which was strange as no blacks
had ever tried out for lifeguard positions in Stony Harbor before and
this was Stella’s third year. Even stranger, all nine back men were
muscular giants, more boxers or linebackers then the tall, lean
basketball player build so many black men possessed. They shouldn’t have
been this fast with all that muscle mass, but most didn’t even seem to
be straining.
“Nice day for a run,” said the black man she was closing on. “Name’s
Booker.”
“Stella.” The man wasn’t even panting and they were closing on three
miles out.
“You’re returning right? I’d sure like someone to show me around town
tonight.”
“Sorry, have plans,” said Stella slowly, still controlling her
breathing.
Booker didn’t reply to her rejection. He just slowed down and Stella
sped past him. She glanced behind her. Donna was chugging along far
behind, but not the last. Booker slowed till Donna caught up with him
and Stella got the impression the black man was asking Donna the same
thing he had just asked her. Such arrogance!
Donna was clearly the hotter of the two female lifeguards. She wasn’t
necessarily prettier then Stella, but she was a lot more feminime. Long
straight blonde hair, large breasts and sexy hips. Donna taught areobics
during the winter and kept in great shape. Stella was attractive, but
more athletically minded. She was blonde too, but kept it short and
wavy. She was lean and wiry with smaller, perky breasts and strong
runner’s legs.
The thirtyfive aspiring lifeguards reached Blacks On Blondes Honey the outlying area of Stony
Harbor where the huge beach houses stood. Stella glanced over at them
and saw a lone black man standing on the upper deck on one of the beach
houses with a telescope beside him. That’s when the nine black runners
cut loose. Booker quickly passed Stella again without looking at her and
soon nine black men were leading the pack far ahead of 24 white men and
two women. Stella watched them pass her heading back towards town. She
was amazed at their stamina. She reached the turning point with some
other runners and followed the blacks back. This wasn’t over yet.
Coach Morrison was waiting at the five mile point. He seemed surprised
to see all the blacks leading the way. He blew his whistle and pointed
towards the water.
This was the hard part and the town paramedic waited on the beach as
well as a man in a wet suit out by the last buoy. Stella braced herself
and hit the cold water. It was Easter break, April, the water was
freezing. It was cold in June, July even, but now it was life sapping.
The water covered her breasts and took her breath away. Steady, she
thought, just kick and paddle, arm over arm, reach the last buoy and
you’re home clear.
If this was a battle of the races, it evened out in the water. Stella
passed a black man, then another. Several white men caught up with the
lead black men, then fell back. They rounded the bouy and headed back
for the beach, pulling themselves out of the water and the towels Coach
Morrison had waiting. Three of the black men beat all the rest and the
Coach looked impressed. He worked people hard and respected strength.
Even the black men looked tired now.
Stella fell on her ass in the sand Blacks On Blondes Honey Cumbang Pass he did, what man
would’nt of? I asked him if he would give me a ride: turned around and squatted down in
front of him as he stroked his glistening black cock into an orgasm
that flooded my open mouth with his sweet treat…Mmmm. Thick, warm
globs gushed from his pulsing head, Blacks On Blondes Honey Got Black Cock with Blacks On Blondes Honey black
man as they headed towards the boardwalk and the beach bars. Brockman’s
deep voice carried through the night air to her. He said, “It hasn’t
gone down since you touched it.”
“Where they going?” said a voice.
Stella turned. Fred was sitting on the steps to the upstairs apartment
he shared with three other lifeguards. He was drinking a beer.
“They’re on a date. You got one for me?”
Fred looked as stunned as Stella had only he turned worse looking. He
stood up to fetch her a beer and his face looked pale. He ran up to the
apartment and his hands were shaking when he brought the beer back down
to her. “I can’t believe she’s going out with him!”
“Why?”
“I just don’t like him, any of them for that matter. They’re all
arrogant jerks. I’m not prejudiced either.”
“Fred, have you noticed anything strange about them…anything at
all…in the locker room?”
Fred seemed reluctant, he hesitated, then said, “Their dicks are huge.”
None of the white lifeguards had discussed the unusual size of the black
men’s penises.
“Donna said the two she sat with both seemed to have large penises.”
“Stella, every one of them has a foot long dick give or take an inch.
They’re freaks. I’ve seen black men in the showers back in high school
or the gym and I’ve never seen anything like this. They walk around like
the own the place, they don’t bother wrapping towels around their
waists. Their dicks swing around like big bananas and they seem to get
hard if the wind changes directions. Sit on the bench to put your shoes
on and there will be a big black dick in your face in seconds. It’s like
they’re rubbing their big size in our faces. Some of us aren’t even
sticking around to shower. We… they get away from the blacks as fast
as they can.”
“I get the picture.” Once Fred started getting this off his chest, he
didn’t seem to want to shut up about it.
“Brockman came in after me and immediately took his swimsuit off. He had
a huge erection and he strutted around bragging about what he was going
to do with it tonight. It never shrank an inch, Stella and it was still
hard when he left.”
“Don’t