Allison held her mouth tightly shut to keep from crying out as she had a small, unsatisfying orgasm that only made her horniness worse. Hopefully, a big nordic stud would take care of her cravings later tonight. She pulled her two fingers out of her pussy and looked at them amazed at the amount of fluid coating them. She had never been this wet before or this horny. It was driving her crazy and the guy she had hooked up with last night had been a limp dicked wimp. She had laid beside him desperately tugging on his penis to make it hard while her friend Vicki got the fucking of a lifetime by an overmuscled black guy with a big horse cock. It wasn't fair at all.
Allison didn't hate blacks, she just believed the races should stay apart and now her good friend had succumbed to sleeping with a black guy. Worse, Booker the lifeguard reeked of sexual prowess and even she felt an animal attraction to him. Even stranger, somehow he had completely changed Vicki. The shy girl had come out of her shell, fucking, sucking, and even buying a new skimpy bikini to please her black lover. Could he be that good in bed?
Allison lowered her spread legs and put them on the floor. She was still breathing heavy from cumming when she stood up off the toilet and turned the shower on.
In the shower, she prayed Sven would fuck her like Booker fucked Vicki. The big blonde youth had sat high in his lifeguard chair looking like a god as he scanned the swimmers. She asked Vicki to get Booker to set them up. Booker had agreed.
Allison got out of the shower and admired her body while she fixed her long red hair. She had a nice tan going which made her freckles fainter. She had large breasts capped by rose colored nipples, a thin waist, wide hips, and a hairy red bush. The only jewlery she wore was an ankle bracelet and a birthstone stud in her pierced bellybutton.
She dressed in a sheer green bra and matching panties. The underwear was really sexy and thin enough her erect nipples would push out the material through her shirt. It would look like an accident, but she knew it would attract the stares of any male who glanced at her. She wore a tight tee shirt so short it stopped about an inch above her bellybutton and shorts that started an inch below her belly button. The shorts were tight and complimented her ass. The outfit said, sexy, not slutty and she hoped it would make Sven's dick hard when he saw her.
Allison left the bathroom and her jaw dropped when she saw Vicki. Her formerly conservative friend was wearing a short sundress that showed her ample cleavage and the fact that she was clearly not wearing a bra. Vicki's hard nipples, indeed, the entire white globes of her big breasts showed clearly through the black material. Allison liked her friend better when she was shy.
"Booker will be here soon, then we're gonna go get your date."
"So where we going?"
"Booker knows a bar we can get in."
"Cool." Just as she spoke, there was a pounding on the door and Vicki rushed to open it, throwing herself into Booker's arms and kissing him deeply. Allison crinkled her nose in distaste, but was a little envious.
"Damn baby, you look fine," said Booker stepping back to check out Vicki. "You look pretty hot too Allison." Her outfit worked, Booker's eyes zoomed in on her nipples. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as his eyes surveyed her body. "Lets get going."
"So Booker, what's Sven like?" Allison asked as they walked down several blocks.
Booker shrugged. "I barely know the guy. Here we are." He knocked on an apartment door and another black man came out, slapping hands together with Booker like black men do. "By the way, Sven has a girlfriend so I asked Devon to come with us. Devon this is Allison."
"Ya mon, I saw her on the beach."
"But I thought you were setting me up with Sven?"
"I told you he has a girlfriend. Vicki told me you needed a date. Devon liked what he saw of you on the beach and agreed to come along. You don't have a problem with black men do you?"
Allison gulped under the gazes of the two powerful black men. Both could snap her in two with their hands and were so big, she was always staring into their chests. "No, of course not." Allison didn't know what to say. Booker had already seen her hooking up with that guy last night and she couldn't lie and say she had a boyfriend. "Lets go." She'd just claim to be tired and bugger out early. Her night and her chances of getting laid were ruined.
Devon smiled and walked beside her. They followed Booker and Vicki who held hands and every now and then Booker would let go and cup her ass. Allison tried to make small talk. "So Devon, where you from?"
"Trinibogo, it's a small island in the Carribean."
"What's it like?"
"Very beautiful and undeveloped. Also we are very poor. There are less then 500 people on the island and we are all fisherman. My people contributed to send me here to get an education. Now I work and send money to my family whenever I can."
"I see." There was something very noble about the black man.
They walked a couple blocks from the beach to one of Stony Harbor's night clubs. It closed all winter, but opened in May with a big party. Tonight being Friday, a good-sized crowd was gathering here and the main entrance already had a line forming as the bouncers checked IDs.
Booker led them past the line to a back entrance where a giant back bouncer stood guard. The three black men talked a bit and the bouncer stepped asside letting them in. Allison watched his eyes check out Vicki's body as she passed and then he turned his gaze on her and she flushed as she entered the bar.
The club was packed. There were several hundred people, mostly whites in their 20's and 30's, but here and there was a black man. Each black man seemed a head taller then the rest of the crowd and all were muscular, line-backer types. She didn't see many black girls, the few she did spot were light-skinned with groups of whites. The black men were all with white women. Some she recognized as lifeguards. The beach was an entirely different culture then she was used to in rural Pennsylvania.
Booker and Devon went up to the bar to get some drinks. Allison chatted with Vicki while they waited and Allison noticed a good-looking guy sitting on a stool with some friends checking her out. He smiled at her and she smiled back. His handsome face disappeared as Devon's massive chest blocked her line of vision. The black man held a drink out to her. "What's this?" she asked.
"It's a sex on the beach," he said.
Allison took it and sipped the sweet drink. "Not bad."
"You ever have sex on the beach?"
"No, I'm just used to beer."
"Well maybe later." The band came on making conversation impossible. Devon leaned down so that his mouth was in her ear. "You want to dance?"
Not with him, but she figured if he was buying the drinks, why the hell not?"
The four danced for several songs, either Booker or Devon leaving from time to time for refills. Allison found herself becoming quite drunk and was thankful for all the activity as it helped burn off some of the booze. Mostly, the dancing was hands in the air as the floor was too crowded, but sometimes Devon would grab her hips and pull her into him. His cock would press into her belly each time he did so and it felt huge. It was at least as big as Booker's and each time it touched her she felt her resistance to interracial sex wavering.
Allison needed some air and squeezed out of the dance floor. She looked back, Vicki was mashed between Booker and Devon. Their arms were in the air holding their drinks to keep from spilling them as people bumped into them. Allison turned around and found herself standing before the handsome guy who had checked her out earlier. "Hi," he said."
"Hi."
"I'm Jerry."
