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Archive-name: First/lifegrd1.txt

Archive-author: Lifeguard

Archive-title: Annalyn's Lair

     I really enjoy being a lifeguard at a waterpark.  The pay isn't 

so good, but you are getting paid to get a tan.  The hours are long 

and boring since you are looking at the same thing day after day, but 

there is a nice break every now and then in the scenery.  Unfortunately, 

since there are over 120 days in the summer in which the waterpark is 

open, even the most beautiful girls get to be boring.  How's that?  Well, 

after awhile, even the most beautiful girls start looking the same.  I 

mean they are all around five and a half feet tall with medium sized 

breasts in skimpy bikinis that won't stay on in the wave pool, on the 

slides, or just about anywhere.  From female perspective, even the most 

handsome guys start to look the same, as told to me by the other Head 

Lifeguard.  No, her name is not Annalyn, it's Cindy.  Annalyn is the woman 

in charge of the tellers taking up ticket money in the front of the park.


     Cindy is what I would call very attractive.  She is one of those that

can have her pick of the men, and she chooses wisely.  She is, or actually

to be more correct, was twenty-one being born a month later than I.  She is

five-three with the largest breasts I have ever seen.  If I had to guess at

the time I would have said that they were about a 38D.  Unlike the `Amazons' 

as we call most of the girls coming here, the female lifeguards must wear a 

one-piece swim suit.  It looks more professional, and it doesn't come off 

during a rescue.  Her suit bulges trying to contain them.  She also has the 

best tan out here.

     I on the other hand, am average, being five-ten and 180 pounds.  I am 

average in endowment ( six inches ) and am ( was ) a virgin.  Being a virgin

didn't stop me from desiring sex, it just meant that I had no idea how to go

about getting laid.  To release my frustrations I masturbated constantly.  I

dreamed of doing it with Cindy or any of the other `Amazons' I saw.  Never,

though, did I have the guts to try and get laid on a date.  Nor did I really

want to.  I really wanted to have a good relationship with a girl first, then

I wanted to get laid.  But though chances may have come and gone ( I'll never 

know for sure will I? ),  I remained a virgin.

     Would I have done it with Cindy then?  You bet.  She and I had been 

friends when we were kids.  Then her mom got a new job elsewhere in the 

city.  I hadn't seen her for about ten years until she showed up here four

years ago.  Ever since then we had worked summers as lifeguards, slowly moving

up the chain of command, and spent winters at the same college.  Never had

we dated, not that had had a chance too with all of her boyfriends.  Instead 

we were friends.  I was resigned to that doom.

     Cindy and I talk alot about relationships between guys and girls.  She

was no virgin and let me know it.  I, in defense, said that I was a virgin

and was waiting for someone I cared.  She agreed with me and said that her

first time was with someone she cared about.  This discussion went round and

round alot since we critiqued each other's dates as well as the ongoing

courtships between lifeguards.  Never though, did we discuss any techniques

of lovemaking, that was too personal.  Or at least so I felt.  We did, though,

talk about Chris, a first-year lifeguard chasing any and every bikini, 

and Sandra, the local bed-anything-on-two-legs Amazon.  Cindy and I were 

talking about them one day in June under the concession stand when Annalyn 

went by crying.

     "Can you believe what Chris and Sandra did last night at the party?"

Cindy asked.

     "What did they do?", I asked, "I hadn't heard yet."

     "Well, what I heard was that she took him out to the bushes and did

it there!", she exclaimed.

     "Really?  Why not just go to some motel that rents by the hour and do

it there?", I asked.

     "Actually I wondered why they didn't just go into one of the unused

bedrooms and do it."

     "Probably because it wasn't their house and they didn't want to cause

a stink.", I said with a smile noting my own little joke.

     "With her, you are probably right.", Cindy said with a small laugh.

"Wow, what's up with her?"


     "Annalyn." Cindy said. "No, not there, over there by the tent."  She

pointed to the green tent under which people could rest keeping the sun off

of them.  "She just ran by crying.  Looks like she is headed towards the 


     "Hmph.  I don't know.  How `bout I go check on her.  Will you cover

for me?"  I asked.

     "Sure thing Mr. Gentleman.", Cindy said poking fun at my chivalrous


     I walked towards the front of the waterpark following Annalyn.  I could

have used our walkie-talkie system ( we use it to maintain contact with all 

the different divisions - Lifeguards, Medical, Tickets, Concessions, Front 

Office, mainly Lifeguards and Medical use it though ) to get her to stop and 

wait for me.  I didn't want to call any attention to her though since she

seemed to be crying.  She went in to an unused ticket booth and I followed

her to it.  I knocked.

     "What!" she retorted.

     "It's me, David."

     "What do you want!"

     "Can we talk?  Face to face, I mean, not through a door."

     The click from unlocking the door was my only response.  I opened the

door to find her sobbing and sniffling.  Her face glistened with the moisture

of brushed away tears.  I walked up to her, wiped them away with my hands,

and lay her head on my shoulder.

     "Look, even though I'm a lifeguard, and I'm usually wet, I always

have a dry shoulder for you to cry on."  Standard line of mine.  But even

though it is standard, there is heart behind it, and that is what a hurt

woman needs.  She sensed that.

     "Oh, it's Tom.  He broke up with me today, and then Mr. Peterson came

down on me about this, and the girls in the gift shop want that, and it just 

all built up.",  she managed between sobs.

      Annalyn is very different in looks than Cindy.  Any guy would go for

Cindy.  Annalyn, on the other hand, is average.  She is as flat chested as

can be, is about the same height as Cindy, but has long straight blonde hair

as opposed to short, brown, curly hair.  She is also seven years older, 

though one wouldn't know it by how she looks.

     Annalyn continued on between sobs, going from one experience to

another, skipping back again, jumping to somewhere else in the days events,

and thoroughly just confusing me with who said what and who did what.

Slowly I figured out most of it, though a few parts were still fuzzy, and

calmed her down.

     "Silly me," Annalyn said looking at her watch, "we've been here almost

an hour and a half.  You're probably bored too death with my rambling."

     "No I'm not.  Look, I'm here as a friend and this is what friends do."

     "Thanks for all you've done, but you need to get back to work.  How

about I make it up to you and fix you supper tonight?"  Annalyn asked.

     "That would be nice, and we could take in a movie afterwards."  I offered.

     "No," she said pausing, bit her lip, and then continued "I'd really like

to talk some more with you and if we want to tonight, we could rent us a movie

to watch then."

     "Sounds good to me, say eight o'clock then?"  I asked.  The park

closes at seven, so I'd have to hurry to make it by eight, but I didn't

want to push the time back any further.

     "Why don't you ride with me home since you don't know where I live."

Annalyn counter-offered.

     "But I won't be cleaned up."

     "That's o.k.  I won't be dressed up either." she replied with a

slight smile on her lips.  I didn't catch her hint though.

     "Sounds good then.  See ya about seven-fifteen."  I said.  There is 

always alot of work to be done in closing down the park.  I'd just have to

start early in doing it and put off the rest till tomorrow.

     "Bye then." She said smiling, for the first time that day I thought

since I had missed her enuendo earlier.  She opened the door and let me


     I made my way back to the park and hunted down Cindy ... to tell her

of course that I was back on the job, not to gossip.  Yeah, I lie pretty

bad don't I.  Cindy, as any good ole gossipin' girl would do, asked for 

the whole story.  Me being the gossipin' guy I am, told her everything that

I had figured out.

     "So then what did she say." Cindy asked.

     "Nothing, she just invited me over to dinner."  I replied.

     "Oh, really."  A great big smile broke out on her face, her eyes 

twinkled, and she knew what was coming up.

     "What?" I asked.

     "Nothin'." she said curtly.

     "What!?" I asked again, louder.


     And with that she walked off.  I could get nothing out of her the rest 

of the day.  She just kept on smiling at me all afternoon long like she

knew something I didn't.  I suspected that she suspected that I was going

to try to bed this girl, but I knew better.  I mean I knew Annalyn, we were

friends, but I wasn't going to try to lay her as Cindy suspected.  Well, I

was wrong about what Cindy was thinking, but I was right in that I wasn't

going to try to lay her.



     About seven-fifteen, I met Annalyn in the parking lot and we drove

to her apartment.  It was going to be a warm summer's night I could tell, 

my favorite kind of night.  But it was daylight now and I just watched

the sunset, let the wind from the rolled down windows blow in my hair, and

talked about the day.  As it turned out, the rest of the day for her had

not been that bad.  

     "Oh, really?  Well that's good."

     "Yeah, I've been looking forward to tonight since you left."  Annalyn said.

     With that I shifted in my seat a bit, being uncomfortable, and hoping

that she didn't notice a certain bulge in my swimsuit.  `Naw, she wouldn't 

be thinking of anything like that', I thought.  `I'm just taking it out

of context; she didn't really mena it the way it sounded'  I rationalized.

     "Have you been looking forward to it as well?"  she asked.

     "Yes, I'd really like to spend some time and get to know you better.

After all, we've been working together for two summers and I know very little

about you."  I answered.

     "And I'd like to get to know you",

     `and my body' I inserted in my mind.

     "a whole lot better.  I never felt closer to anyone than today

when you were comforting me."

     ` I'd like to get you closer to being inside me' I translated, mentally

slapped myself for thinking such things, and mad a note that I'd have to

masturbate especially good tonight since I was so horny.  I crossed my legs

trying to hide myself from her view.

     "Well, thank you.  I was just being the friend that I am."  I replied.

I actually thought `friend and lover', and received another mental slap

from myself for that.

     At about seven-forty-five we drove up to the parking lot in front of

her apartment.  She led me upstairs and inside.  The apartment was a one 

bedroom apartment.  You walked in and stood in the living room.  To your

right is the kitchen/dining area, and in front of you is the hall to the

bedroom.  The bedroom had one bathroom, and second, half-bath was off the 

hallway.  Of course I couldn't tell that now, and didn't expect to find it

out at all.  Instead, I sat at the table while she fixed spaghetti.  I offered

several times to help, but the most she let me do was sit down and drink

some tea while she had wine.  Alcohol is not what a hot and thirsty lifeguard

wants, at first.  Later on after becoming rehydrated, though and it would be 

fine to have.  

     During supper we engaged in small talk, such as where we were from, our

past, what I wanted to do after my last year of college, what she wanted to

do after her last year of dental school, how Cindy and I knew one another, etc.

She seemed especially interested in the last one.  I guessed that the reason

was to find out if she had any competition from Cindy for me as her newest

boyfriend.  Again I was wrong.

     We retired to the couch after putting away the dishes and continued

out talk.  I resisted all blatant attempts to turn the talk to sex.  After

all I thought, she wouldn't be thinking of that.  But she was.  I didn't

even take a clue after she turned the lights down off, leaving only the

one by the couch on.  I only thought that she might want a romantic kissing

session.  Again I was wrong.

     "Could you give me a back rub?"  Annalyn asked innocently, trying her

last subtle trick to entice me.

     "Sure.  I love giving them."  I said making a mental note to not

allow her to feel my hard-on as I straddled her ass, reached forward,

and massaged her muscles.  I also made a mental note that this night

was going to require several masturbation sessions to relieve me.  I hoped

she wouldn't mind being the object of my desires that night.

     "Mmmmmmmmm." she crooned.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.  That feels so good."

     I continued to massage her shoulders and neck, then slowly worked my

way down her back.  `Wait a minute.' I thought. `Something is not right

here.'  I moved my hands back and forth across her back, kneading it slowly,

but firmly.  `Something is missing.  She doesn't have a bra on!'  I thought.

Of course, I'm slow on the uptake.  It took me a few minutes just to figure 

that out.

     "Mmmmmmmmm." she crooned.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.  That feels so good."

she continued.  "Don't be alarmed that I don't have a bra on.  My

breasts are too small to sag so I don't wear one."

     "Oh."  was all I could say.  `What is she doing,' I thought, `Reading

my mind?'

     "Keep going, it feels so good."  she sighed.  I was sure she could

feel me hard on her ass, but she made no mention of it.  I knew what I

wanted to ask, but my mind kept saying `No, don't ask it!'.  I wanted

to get up the courage to ask to take her shirt off so that I could massage

her better.  I wanted to make love to her to relieve the building desire

in my cock.  But I daren't ask or make the move.

     "Why don't you lift up my shirt so you can massage my back better."

she requested.  As I pushed the shirt up her back, she reached with her

hands and pulled it off.  "It would be too uncomfortable to leave it."

she rationalized.

     I could feel myself getting wet now.  I'm sure it would start showing 

through my swimsuit soon, `what am I ....'  I never finished the thought, 

for she turned over, and under me were the first pair of real live breasts.

Her nipples were soft, big, and round.

     "Massage me."

     I simply stared, then started massaging below the breasts.

     "No, silly.  Massage my breasts."  she said.  I froze.  I wanted to

so badly, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.  "Have you never done

this before?"

     "No." was all I could answer.

     "You've never fingered or fondled one of your dates?"  She could

tell by my expression that I hadn't.  "Here let me show you how."  She

moved my hands to her breasts, breaking the ice of first contact.  I 

was painfully aware of everything that I felt.  Her nipples, so soft

and smooth, now wrinkling, now erect like my cock.

     "Kiss me." she said.  I leaned over and gave her a soft, gentle kiss.

Annalyn had other plans.  While our first contact was soft, she reached 

around with her right hand, ran her fingers through my hair, and drew me

deeper into her lips.  Encouraged I ran my tongue over her teeth, first the

top, then the bottom, before exploring deep into her mouth.  Her tongue, 

now alive and strong, wrestled mine for dominion over our mouths.  I released

myself from the contest, and kissed her neck, shoulders, and by her 

encouraging hand pushing my head downward for my first time kissed her 

erect nipples.  Rising from her small breast, they beckoned to my tongue,

my lips, to caress them.

     "Hmmmm.  Feels sooo goood." she murmured.  "Here take off your shirt 

and let me massage you." she offered.  From somewhere appeared suntan oil.

I lay down on the floor and she poured it on.  Slightly cool to the touch, 

I flinched. Deeply she massaged it in me.  First on the back, then on the 

front.  Then she too aroused my nipples with the teasing touch of her

tongue and her lips.

     "Now you do the same to me."  she said.  I obliged, and watched her

flinch, arching her back ever so slightly, as I poured the oil on her back.

I massaged it in as well.  She turned over, and I repeated on the front.

Her nipples had gone soft again, but rose erect to the touch of my hands.

My cock never felt harder.

     "You are improving."  she encouraged.

     "I, ... I don't want to do anything that would hurt you."  I said,

stopping the massage.

     "You won't hurt me."  Annalyn promised.  "Just enjoy.  Let me make

love to you tonight to pay you pack for making love to me this afternoon."

     "But I didn't make love to you this afternoon."  I said quizzically.

     "Yes, you did.  You made love to me in a way that every girl wishes

to be love to in.  I desire the physical love as well, but it is unsatisfying

without the emotional love as well.  Remember that.  Just follow what I do to 

you to you tonight and you'll do fine."  Annalyn promised.  The last light 

was turned out, leaving only the glow coming in through the windows as the

only source of light.

     She then pushed me on my back and slid my swimsuit off as well as my

jockey shorts.  My immense cock, I had never seen it so big - it is only

suppossed to be six inches, but I had never seen it so huge and hard before,

popped out and wiggled back and forth.  Gently she lowered her head allowing

her hair to fall on my chest, around my legs, and by my testicles.  It felt so

soothing.  Gently she kissed by manhood, licked the beads of love that were

on it, and ran her tongue under the rim and around and around.  I felt her

part her lips, then take the head of it into her mouth.  She sucked on it 

for awhile, teased it again with her tongue, then started kissing the shaft.

All the while her sensuous hair tickled my chest, legs, and balls.  Her kisses

came now on the balls themselves, in the joint between them and the legs,

back on top at the head again.  I moved my legs further and further apart,

eyes closed, relishing the joy I felt.  One foot on the couch, another on the

coffee table; both burning in sensation as she teased me.  Never had I felt so

good, so alive.  But never did I fell as if I was going to come.  Again and

again the waves of pleasure rode down my legs.  I wanted to thrust upwards

with my hips in rhythmic fashion in order to come.  But thrusting against

what?  Annalyn avoided giving me something to come off against, instead 

teasing me more and more.  Never did she take me fully into her mouth.

     Then slowly, she lessened her attack on my sexual senses.  My cock 

glistened with the moisture, hurt from her teasing, and desired immediate,

intense release.

     "Enjoy it?"


     "Yes." I whispered.

     "The first rule in pleasing a woman is to make love to her emotionally.

Then, take it slow as I did in pleasing you.  It takes women longer to 

get sexually excited, but once they are, it is impossible to stop them."

Annalyn coached.  "Take off the pants and do the same to me."

     Eagerly I took off her pants, then white lace panties.  I stared at

her blonde pussy hair for awhile.

     "What's wrong David, never seen it before?"


     "No, not in the flesh."  I said smiling.  "You want me to ...."

     "Eat my pussy?"  she said finishing my sentence.  "Yes, please

do so now, but take it slowly.  Most guys try to rush to get in a girl's

pussy.  Be slow. Be gentle. Be patient.  You'll get to make love to me

soon enough.  First you have to excite me!"  she coached.

     I bent down between her outspread legs, one leg on the couch, one on

the coffee table.  I smelt her sex, kissed it, tasted it, then slowly took

my tongue and wove it around her lips.  Occasionally I licked her fully with

my tongue; always concentrating on her response and doing those things that 

seemed to elicit a moan from her.  "Oh, yes right there, right There, Oh, Oh,

yes, Yes, more, More!"  were her cries.  Her pussy lips seemed to grow in size

to my tongue and I frenched and fucked her between them with it.  My cock was

hard on the floor getting it wet; my head between her legs enjoying the taste;

my tongue in her cunt fucking her as wildly as it could.  On and on I drank

from her sex, pausing only occasionally to swallow her juices or any blonde

pussy hair in my mouth.

     Annalyn stroked my hair with her hands, ocassionaly pulling me further

into her now engorged lips.  Every time I came up for air, I could see the

vaginal juices shining from the incoming streetlight.  I could've looked

at that view of her, head cocked to the side, small mounds for breasts with

erect nipples for towers, glistening skin from the oil rubbed on her body.

But each time I came up, she pushed me back into those delicious lips to

excite her some more.  My cock envied my tongue.

    "Come back up to the ..., oh yes there, There, Ohhhhh, Uhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh

AHHHhhhhhh" she screamed as her hands drove my tongue into her wet beautiful

pussy so far that I could scarcely breathe.  Her leg muscles tightened.

"Yes on my clit, french it there!"  I figured out that the little nob of

skin protruding from the surface above her lips was her clit.  I had read

about its effect on women and now saw for the first time its effect.

"more, More, faster, faster, Yes, YES YES!!!"  She screamed as she came.

     She slowly relaxed, and as I continue to eat her she started towards 

another orgasm.  My tongue, tired though as it was, continued to french her 

clit.  Seeing its effect on her the first time, I wanted to please her as

intensely again.  As she neared her second climax, she screamed  "Put yourself in my pussy quick!  Make love to me!" 

     I excitedly obliged.  While I was positioning myself, she reached down

with one hand and fingered her clit, then when I was ready, guided me in

with her hand.  Her vagina was exceeding tight, but was wet with her sex.

She squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles and I began pumping.  She placed 

her hands on my ass and pulled it towards her in rhythm with my pumping. I was 

so excited that I Exploded into her in the biggest orgasm I ever had almost

immediately and stopped moving.

     "No, don't stop, keep going!  Keep going!"  she said.  I tried to 

continue gliding in and out of her as she moved her hips in rhythm with me.

"Ohhhhh, Uhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, AAAHHHHHHHH!" she cried in orgasm again.

Her hips fell to the floor, and I rested on top of her.  "Pretty good for

a virgin." she whispered.  I just smiled, my head between her breasts, my face 

covered in her sex.

     We must have fallen asleep, for when I awoke, it was nearly midnight.

She had curled up next to me, her head in my arms.  I carried her to bed 

trying not to wake her too much and climbed in after her.  I fell asleep

after erasing the mental note to masturbate that I had made earlier, ...

since I now had a lover.

     Annalyn was my first lover, and she taught me how to make love to a

woman.  Though we dated for about another two weeks, and had many love

making sessions in those days, nothing came of the relationship.  I broke

it off because I wanted to make love to someone special, not just for the

sake of having sex.  I felt our relationship had just turned from friendship

to sex.  Though we remained friends, we never were as close.  But what I did 

learn from Annalyn, I applied to my next lover.




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