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The Lifeguard
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The Lifeguard
[An erotic story by Deiter Pennmann]
High in the chair Kevin eyed the girl whom he hoped to
seduce. She was probably much older than his 19 years, he
thought. "Much" to a young man like Kevin meant 25. In
fact, she was 17! He followed her every dive and stroke in
the pool. He swore he could see pink nipple through her
thin, white bikini top. The bottom scarcely covered her
slash. He imagined she shaved herself to prevent pussy hairs
from showing.
His heart fluttered when she lifted herself from the
water and walked toward him, dripping water from her slick
hair and her creamy body. He feared that someone might
notice his half-hard dick through his spandex Speedo suit.
For sure his bulbous dick always made its mound in them, but
a hard-on was really noticeable. He didn't care if she saw
his prick.
In fact she had noticed the cute lifeguard looking at
her, but she was faithful to her boyfriend and wouldn't allow
this cocky guy to lay her. She set out to tease him. She
toweled off and as she did, she pushed her chest way out and
stood in a sexy way. She dried between her legs and made
herself look like she was horny and enjoying herself.
Kevin was his full hardness as he looked on. As a
stillwater lifeguard he had never had to make a save. He
hoped he would not now, or any time soon. If he stood up, he
doubted his ball-buster bathing suit would stay up with the
pressure of his rod on it.
The gorgeous girl lay on her towel next to the
guard tower. Without sitting up or opening her eyes, she put
a dollop of tanning oil on her stomach and began rubbing it
around. She rubbed down to her thighs and around her
breasts.
Kevin thought he would cream his swimsuit. He wanted to
mount her badly and get his dick wet.
After some time, she got up and went back to the water.
She did the backfloat and poked her peaks above the water
where Kevin could look down and see the expanse of her chest.
The cool water stiffened her nipples and caused them to
tighten to suckable globs of quivering flesh.
An idea entered the girl's mind. She began feigning a
drowning. The moment was bittersweet for Kevin. He wanted
to rescue her, and maybe do mouth-to-mouth, but he dreaded
standing up and showing off his woody.
He had no choice, he leapt off the tower and ran to the
pool and jumped in the water. No one really noticed his
cock. He waded out to the girl. She was struggling. He
grabbed her across the chest, like he was supposed to.
Beneath the water, she grabbed at his bathing suit and pulled
it down. She was able to grab and rub his long dick for just
a second.
Kevin dragged her to the side where she "suddenly"
recovered and began to laugh. Kevin realized the joke she
had played. He jumped out of the water and ran into the
pumphouse. There he dashed into the bathroom and began
masturbating to alleviate the pain he thought he was
experiencing in his scrotum: he had blueballs. In less than
ten seconds he shot a big wad into his free hand. He rinsed
it off, wiped a little residue from his penis with toilet
paper, then pulled his cock-sling bathing suit back up and
went back outside.
It was hard for him to keep his composure until his
relief came a few hours later when Bob, another lifeguard,
showed up. Kevin slid some shorts on and drove home.
His mom greeted him as he stepped through the door of
his house. Kevin wished he were back at college, a thousand
miles away, where he could get some pussy more easily. He
went into his room and took out a Hustler magazine, imagining
the story he read was about him and the girl at the pool.
The next day, he was off from work. So this night he
would go out to a party that another lifeguard was throwing.
When he arrived at the fest, two other friends of his, Tim
and Mike, greeted him.
"Hey Kev, man, there's lots of drunk pussy here," Tim
informed. "I already fucked two girls!" Kevin knew Tim was
lying and that he had never gotten past a deep finger probe.
Mike added, "Really, Kevin, there's a girl for every guy
here." Mike, Kevin knew, was a true stud. He had a few
illegitimate kids that he didn't even know about. Kevin
walked into the music-filled house and spied a pretty
brunette in the corner nursing a daiquiri. Near her a guy
was fucking a black girl through the fly of his shorts.
He sauntered up to her and introduced himself. Less
than half and hour later, he found himself in a locked
bedroom alone with the brunette.
Her name was Paula and she was sensuous. She let him
explore her body for over half an hour. He poked and prodded
with his mouth at her cunt and around her tits. She massaged
his strong body and went down on him, drawing beads of pre-
cum. She knew when to stop blowing him to hold off his
orgasm.
Through the wall they heard two guys moaning. "That's
Hank and Gary. They're fags." Kevin didn't give a damn. He
wanted to finish off Paula. Hank and Gary were locked dick-
in-ass, which brought nausea to Kevin when he thought about
it.
Paula swirled her rough, long, wet tongue around the
dark band of Kevin's prick. This was his erogenous zone. He
loved any form of rubbing parallel to the tip of his cock.
It sent whips of delight through him. She slurped and sucked
at him, taking all of him in down to the base of his pole.
She rubbed his nuts in her hand very gently, adding to his
pleasure.
Kevin grabbed her head and began fucking her mouth. He
gyrated his hips as she worked with her tongue to rub the
maximum area of his penis. She sensed pre-orgasmic tremors
in his genitals, so she pulled her mouth off him, drawing a
bead of pre-cum from the tip of his dong to her lower lip.
She got on top of him, not letting him enter. She slid
her abdomen back and forth against his body and against his
dick. She felt his pre-cum liquids seeping out of his penis
and moistening her body.
Kevin reached down and grabbed his cock. He worked it
into Paula's pussy. She rocked back and forth and rubbed her
clit against his length. She shouted when she came.
Kevin moaned Paula's name as he tensed and blew his milk
into her. She accepted it gladly and continued to pump him
until he went too limp to fuck. She lifted her body and
watched as his stretched, limp penis snapped out of her cunt
and lay, shriveled and tired, against the puff of his
scrotum.
After this episode, a week went by where Kevin didn't
have any women. He depended on his imagination, porno mags,
his hand, soap or Vaseline and solitude to satisfy his sexual
appetite.
One night, as he closed the pool where he worked, he saw
a beautiful figure in the shadow of a mercury light. It was
Jenny, another girl who frequented the pool. She was 21,
blonde, and built like a model. She wore one-piece bathing
suits because her tits wouldn't stay in a bikini top. She
was here because she wanted Kevin.
They embraced and jumped into the deep end, locked by
their arms and legs. Kevin kissed her underwater and slid
his tongue deep into her mouth. They surfaced and waded to
the shallow end. She pulled her bathing suit's straps off
and wiggled it down to her knees. Kevin pushed his tight
cock-support suit down and all the way off. She grabbed at
his penis and fingered its head until he was a throbbing
girder of love.
She spread her legs and let him into her. He slid
easily into her water-lubricated vagina. Bubbles were forced
out of her slit as he pushed into her. The moment was very
erotic: he had always wanted to fuck in the water.
Jenny held his shoulders and turned her back to him
without his withdrawing from her. It was difficult and she
nearly kicked his balls off, but he now was entering her
doggy style. He began doing her hard, floating half the time
as she carried him around.
He pumped her hard until he felt her tense around him
and cause him pleasurable sensations. She floated away from
him, turned around and submerged. She floated to his hard-on
which stuck straight out from his body. She brought her
mouth around his length and began blowing bubble as she
tongued him. The bubbles quickly piqued his excitement. She
came up for air, submerged again, and began her performance
again. This time he sprayed deep into her mouth. His
throbbing tool released its warm jizz. She swallowed
underwater and came up.
He mounted her on his shoulders, using the water to hold
much of her weight up. He buried his face in her slit and
tongued her pink, moist clit. He put his head under and
filled her genital cavity with air. He came up and pressed
on her abdomen. Bubbles jetted from her pussy, really
stimulating her. Again he put his mouth to her and wriggled
his tongue as far as he could extend it into her. He felt
her ass muscles tense as she fell back off him in a huge
orgasm that nearly created a wave.
The two snuggled for a while until she complained of
being cold. They exited the pool where she hand-jobbed him
before they parted company.
The following day, Kevin found himself on duty with
Gary, the homosexual lifeguard. By accident, Kevin got
himself in the pumphouse alone with Gary who was handsome and
surely could win any girl he wanted with his blonde, wavy
hair and his green eyes.
Gary got behind Kevin and overpowered him. He ripped
Kevin's Speedo suit down and pulled down his own, revealing a
short, hard cock. Kevin protested but Gary managed to poke
Kevin up the ass and get a few thrusts in. Kevin felt the
uncomfortable pain of an object up his anus- like the finger
of a doctor.
Kevin pulled away, but Gary came at him again and tore
away Kevin's suit. Kevin could not run out, lest he flash
his big cock to the world. Gary cornered him. "Kev, I love
you. Let me blow you once. You'll love it!" Kevin was
never more turned off in his life. Gary threw himself on
Kevin and brought the boy to the floor. Gary reached beneath
Kevin, who lay on his stomach, and fondled his limp, hairy
prick. Kevin was almost in tears. He was being raped by a
guy!
Gary got his mouth on Kevin's dick. Kevin got a surge
of power and kneed the homosexual in the face. Gary drew
away, holding his eye. He would have a bad shiner quite
soon.
Kevin found his shorts and put them on. He went to his
car and drove home. He showered, washing his cock with
rubbing alcohol. He was in mental agony the whole night,
fearing he was attracting guys in some way that he couldn't
control. He was in physical agony from his struggle and from
drying the skin of his dick out with the alcohol.
Soon enough, Kevin would reassure himself that he was
100% hetero. It happened one day while he was at the pool.
A thunderstorm came up from the south. He closed down the
pool because of the obvious hazard. When it began to pour,
one girl, the 17 year-old, sought shelter with him in the
pumphouse.
Rather quickly the two found themselves necking in the
back room on a mat. The girl pulled his Speedo down and
groped at his balls. She grabbed them and stimulated his rod
at the same time with her wrist. He ripped her bikini top
off with his teeth and put as much of her right tit as he
could in his mouth. He tasted coconut oil on her warm
breast. It was sweet and yummy.
He was all of his inches when he pushed at her bikini
bottoms, now soaked with pussy drippings. He inserted
himself, pushing the bottoms into her cunt with him. The
material made for a great, stimulating texture. She moaned
with each of his thrusts and quickly came to orgasm. He
could not stop himself and continued until he jizzumed in
her.
Her bikini bottoms popped out of her cunt, soaked with
his white, salty semen. She quickly discarded them, smelling
the rawness of his cum before she set them down. Then she
pulled his head to her breasts where he sucked and lick them
to rock hard peaks.
Then, she laid him on his back and made him put his
hands behind his head and close his eyes. She began kissing
him at random spots from head to toe. She spread his legs
and rubbed his cock in her hands, getting him super hard. He
dripped pre-cum and oozed a little leftover semen. She
brought herself up and sat on his rod, poking him up her
asshole. He realized something was different about the hole
he had entered. She stimulated herself and brought him to
orgasm again. When she pulled off of him, she smelled shit
on his rod.
She cleaned off his prick with her wet, discarded bikini
top until no trace of shit was detectable on him. Then she
jerked him off slowly. When he squirted a small amount of
cum, she licked it off his dick.
Following this sex-session, Kevin went home, showered,
then spent the night jerking off, trying to relive his
experience with the girl.
The End
D.P.
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