This is a true story about love and sex—mostly sex—I experienced as a young adult.
I had just graduated college and taken a job teaching junior high science. Now I was on my summer job, working as a lifeguard at a state park near my parents’ summer place on the north shore of Long Island. This was my second year on the job I would work for eleven more years. Last summer I learned a lot of little things, like how to tell if someone was actually drowning, how to get to him the fastest possible way, and, most important—how girls are attracted to lifeguards.
Mostly the job was pretty easy, except for Saturdays when we would typically get about 70 coach buses from New York City. Church and community groups were usually ok, but we’d also get groups from bars and social clubs. The men would often be drunk by the time they reached the park. One time I actually had to rescue a guy in ankle deep water. He passed out and fell face forward. I jumped of the stand (that’s the big chair where the lifeguards sit), walked down the beach to the water and asked his buddies, ”You guys mind if I turn him over? ” They all thought this was just hilarious—ha ha, he’s drowning-- I pulled the poor guy up the beach so the tide wouldn’t get him.
Today, however, was a Sunday, usually a fairly easy day, in early July. I had the first shift—9 to 5—the one everyone hated because it meant getting up early after a big night of drinking or dating. Anyway, I was sitting on the stand with Bob, an older guard who only worked weekends. We weren’t paying any attention to the swimmers—there weren’t any. Bob and I were the only people for miles. That’s another thing I hate about the early shift—you have to sit on the stand and there’s no real reason to be there. At about 9:45 that all changed. An attractive young woman walked past, just to my left. She looked to be about my age (I was 21); not really tall, maybe 5 feet 4, with a decent body—not really big tits, but an adequate B-cup. She had short black hair and freckles on her face which was cute but not beautiful. She was wearing an aqua blue bikini which would be considered modest by today’s standards but was daring in 1965. On her way past us I said, “I’ll bet you feel pretty safe.”
“Well,” I continued, “You’re the only person on the beach and you have two lifeguards to watch you.”
“I hate to disappoint you, but I’m just going to put my feet in.”
“That’s ok, we’ll keep an eye on you, anyway. You never can tell! Maybe a giant wave will come in and sweep you away.”
She chuckled and walked down to the water which was as calm as glass. I knew she was interested when she stopped to talk on the way back. She said she was camping in a trailer with her family. The camping area is a great source of girls. The park is out in the sticks so there really aren’t that many local girls around, but with the camping area you could get a new supply every two to three weeks if necessary.
I was relieved by one of the 10 o’clock guys at around 10:15. People often ask why we don’t spend all day on the stand. After all, we’re just sitting there most of the time. That may be possible at a neighborhood beach where everyone can swim, but at a state park you never know what to expect and you always have to pay attention. Believe me, after an hour or so it’s nearly impossible to concentrate. That’s why we always tried to work 45 minutes on and 45 minutes off. When I climbed down I went over to talk to her. I introduced myself; she said she was Nancy. She was from a small town in Massachusetts, which I knew was the home town of one of my fraternity brothers. She actually knew him. She told me that her dad had been transferred and that they were camping until their house was ready. She was 19 and, to my surprise, she was a widow! She had gotten pregnant at 17 and married the father. It was a mess from the get-go and it only got worse when she miscarried. Shortly after, her husband crashed into a big pine at about 90, killing himself instantly. Nobody knew if it was an accident or suicide and I guess it didn’t really matter. He was dead and she was single again. She told me then that she had given up screwing. She wasn’t going to get into any more trouble.
Well… that was a big disappointment! But she was cute and seemed to be a fun girl as we continued our conversation. I asked her if she would like to come to our weekly softball game against the local kids. We always went to a bar for a victory party afterwards and had a lot of fun, although we almost always lost the game. The kids were about 14-17 and all they did was play ball—all day, every day.
We talked every time I was off duty through the day until she had to go. The day flew by-- testimony to how well we got along. She showed up with her mom and sister about halfway through the game, which, of course, we lost badly. I think we won once in about four years of playing. It was fun and good exercise, but the victory party was better. We drank a few beers—ok, more than a few—and danced, and had a really great time. I asked her out for Tuesday evening. My dad was away Monday and Thursday nights working so I stayed home to keep my mom company on those nights. Sometimes my friends came over and we drank my parents’ beer and watched TV.
I was at work on Monday when she came to the beach. Nancy was the first person I ever saw with one of those straw mats. Everyone I knew always used a blanket or towel, or just sat on the beach. She set up her mat well beyond the edge of the crowd. I went over to her on my break and lay down next to her. She leaned in to kiss me, a long lingering effort with lots of tongue. I was really surprised when she put her hand right on my cock and started rubbing. I was wearing a tank suit—kind of like a Speedo only big enough to cover my ass. My cock sprouted immediately. Soon my cock head was poking out at her through the top of my suit. This was only about 10-15 feet from the nearest people! Luckily, her body was in the way. However, if we had an emergency, like a rescue, I was going to be in big, big trouble. She kept rubbing me until I made her stop. She gave me a questioning look.
“I have to go back to work soon. I can’t go like this.”
She just kissed me and, ignoring my request, went right back to my now straining cock. Eventually she stopped, but when I went back on the stand I still had a large bulge in my suit. Luckily, I was on by myself and I could cover with my hat until the erection subsided. This went on all day and every day while she stayed at the park. In spite of this I didn’t expect to get laid. After all, she did say – “ no more screwing.”
I drove back to the park after dinner on Tuesday and we headed off to the local drive-in. If you’re under 30, think outside movies with a really BIG screen, low fidelity sound with lots of static, and a great place to make out. I went to the drive-in a lot, but I didn’t see many movies. Remembering what she had said about no more sex, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I figured we’d make out, she would rub my cock, and maybe I’d get to finger her pussy (I hadn’t done that yet, but I was hoping), but that was all I was expecting. That’s basically all that happened—my cock appeared as soon as darkness fell. We made out like crazy and I finger fucked her. She was really wet and my hand was covered in pussy juice. I took a break from kissing her every so often so I could lick my fingers and hand clean. It must have been a turn-on for her because every time I did it she came back hotter than ever. This went on for about three hours until I took her home. I parked about a block from the bar and we really got into it. I was painfully hot.
“Oh God, I want you so much,” I whispered.
“What? I thought you said you were finished with screwing.”
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind. I really like you.”
“Uh, I didn’t bring any rubbers. I didn’t think I’d need them.”
“Do you know when to pull out?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, starting to strip out of my clothes. Soon we were both naked. She lay back on the seat, lifting and spreading her legs while I positioned myself on top of her. I’m tall so my knees were up against the driver’s side door and my feet were out the window. She grabbed my cock and pulled it into her pussy. I’d had sex with a few other girls, but nothing like this. She raised her hips encouraging me to enter her then humped wildly, grinding her hot pussy and clit against me over and over again, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, bringing me almost to orgasm when I pulled out.
“Did you cum?” she asked while checking her abdomen.
“No, but that’s ok. I don’t want to take a chance.”
In my naiveté I didn’t realize exactly what she wanted –for me to cum, just not in her! When I took her back to the trailer my cock was still huge and my balls were starting to ache—badly. I drove out of the park and stopped by the side of the road. I rushed out of the car, ran around to the passenger side—away from the road in case someone came by—and pulled my swollen cock out of my shorts. I swear, it was the biggest erection I ever had—long and thick-- and, by now, my balls were killing me. I needed relief and soon! I took my cock in my hand and started to jerk off. It was probably the least time I ever needed to cum. I shot wildly into the woods—long ropes of hot cum--two, three, four, five times. When I finished my cock and hand were covered in cum. I wiped off with a hanky that I discarded immediately and headed home. It was a surprising and thoroughly enjoyable evening, but nothing compared to some of our future dates.
She stayed at the park for another three weeks. The daytime routine was already established—we spent all my breaks together making out with her stroking my cock. She even got to the point of untying my suit, sticking her hand in and grabbing my dick. I probably had five or six raging hard-on’s every day. Fortunately, I got relief every night. Some nights we didn’t do anything. We just found a secluded spot and fucked the night away.
Most nights I was able to take my dad’s car, an Impala wagon with a bench seat in the front, like most cars in those days. All we had to do was find a spot and we could fuck with ease. It was pretty easy as the area was really rural in those days. There was always a deserted road or fire access available. Then, one day my mom’s car was in the shop and I had to use mine—a five year old Triumph TR-2. The Triumph was a two-seater with bucket seats so fucking in it was out of the question. After a movie I found a deserted fire road off a rarely used state highway. First I tried to position her over the trunk with one foot on each seat, leaning backwards. I was just about to put it in when she complained, “Ouch. Something back here is hurting me.” Shit, that was really bad timing.
I looked and saw she was on the gas fill cap which stuck up about an inch. That wouldn’t do! I got out of the car and looked around. I was naked except for my sneakers and socks with my cock standing straight out. There was nobody to see me but I was sure hoping there weren’t a lot of mosquitoes around. Suddenly, I found my salvation! I opened the trunk and took out a sweatshirt I always carried there. I opened the door for Nancy and led her around to the front of the car. Once there I laid the sweatshirt on the hood and invited her to step up onto the bumper. With her feet spread on the bumper, lying back on the hood placed her pussy at just the right height and angle for me. I stood in front of her, took careful aim, and plunged in. I leaned forward, kissed her, and drove deep into her wet hot cunt. In and out, she met every thrust with one of her own. The hood was pretty flat and she was anchored on my hard cock so she lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders. Now I was deeper in her than ever before. Just the thought of fucking her like this was enough to send me over the edge. I blew my load into the condom just as I collapsed onto her.
“Don’t take it out of me. I want to feel it in me.”
I left it in until it shrunk and fell out on its own. Then I strolled over to the woods and threw the condom away. There must have been quite a pile there by the end of the summer. After this I no longer needed (or wanted) to use my dad’s car. Fucking on the hood became our favorite way.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she moved into the house. I was invited to dinner one night shortly after the move-in. I had the day off so no erections unless I jerked off in the morning. I got to the house around five and, after saying hello to her mom and dad, she showed me around the house. We finished in the basement rec room. It was a fairly small room with a couch, chair, and TV. She led me down the stairs, pulled me to her and gave me a great long kiss. “I missed you today. I’m really horny,” she said sitting on the couch. She pulled me down to her and whispered, “Fuck me now.”
“What about your parents?” They weren’t more than twenty feet away.
“Don’t worry, they won’t come down. Just pull your shorts down, kneel here in front of me and fuck me.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to get caught. That would screw it up for us forever,” I whispered. I was already kneeling and had my hand on my shaft. I was hard as a rock.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered back. “Just stick it in me. Do it now!”
“I didn’t bring any rubbers. After all, I’m spending the evening with your family.”
“Don’t worry about it--wrong time of the month. It’ll be fine. Just stick it in me. I really need it. It’s been a tough day.”
I was worried but if she said it was ok, then it probably was. I opened my belt, unbuttoned my shorts dropping them to my knees. I moved right in front of her. She had taken her shorts and panties off. She slid her hips forward on the couch and spread her legs, exposing her beautiful snatch. She reached for my cock, something both she and the cock knew well. She pulled me to her, lined me up with her hot hole, and led me to paradise. In spite of the circumstances—the need to be quiet and limited humping—it was one of the finest fucks of my young life. I don’t know what she did with her pussy, but she felt really tight tonight. That’s what I remember best-hot, wet tightness. Probably because of my nervousness, I came pretty soon. I had to gag myself with my hands so as not to give away what we were doing. We were called to dinner only a few minutes after dressing. I asked to use the bathroom; I figured I should wash my hands free of her juices and my cum; it seemed the civil thing to do.
When the family moved into their new home they left the trailer on the campsite. I guess it was paid for, so why not use it? This gave Nancy an idea for a date the following week. She “borrowed” Dad’s keys (why she didn’t think he would miss them I never learned). We went to the bar for a couple of beers, mostly to wait for darkness to fall. Then we drove to the campsite. Nancy unlocked the door and led me inside. I knew we were going to fuck, but nothing I could have imagined would have prepared me for what she had in mind. The trailer was small. I couldn’t believe that four people had actually lived in it for several weeks. We undressed as quickly as we could. She converted the couch to a bed. We lay next to each other, kissing tenderly at first. There was no need to hurry. We had all night, or so I thought. Nancy had told me to expect something special and now she went into action. She rose and straddled me. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock, impaling herself. I’d had sex like this before, but not often. Mostly it was missionary. This was, after all, 1965 and the sexual revolution was still about three years in the future.
With other girls I would have reached up and fondled her breasts and nipples, but not with Nancy; she didn’t like it. She wanted me to lie back and enjoy. It was really easy to do both. Her cunt was hot, tight, and very wet. She really knew how to use it to best advantage. She did all the work, humping and grinding me with abandon. Too soon I thought, I exploded into her cunt. I didn’t realize it at the time but she was pregnant—not mine, thank God. She pulled off me, but stayed close, rubbing my thighs and stomach. We talked for a while, joked, and kissed. Then she started to stroke my cock. I was getting hard when she put it in her mouth and sucked really hard. She tongued the head and all up and down the shaft. I’d only had oral maybe three times in my life, and it had never been like this, so it was really exciting. This girl was an outstanding cocksucker, which I guess is something you’d expect from a nymphomaniac. It wasn’t long before I was fully erect again. Maybe 30 minutes had passed since we initially fucked. Again she engulfed my cock into her soggy sticky cunt. She rocked back and forth grinding her clit into me. Even though I was rock hard it felt like she was bending me and that the angle was moving up and down my shaft. It took longer to cum this time, naturally, but after about 20 minutes I again blew into her—several good ropes of hot baby making syrup.
Now I was tired. I had never had sex twice in one night. Actually, that’s not true if you consider jerking off to be sex. I planned on resting the remainder of our date. WRONG!! We did it two more times before the night was over. She had to blow me each time, using her tongue, taking me deep into her throat, and vigorously massage my balls to get me up the last two times. Her pussy was wet but really sticky as my cum dribbled down onto her thighs. It took longer and longer for me to cum which was great so far as I was concerned, but she rocked and rocked and rocked, generating the friction to make me cum and I did—eventually. All told I figured we had actually fucked for more than an hour and a half. When we finally left the trailer around midnight I could barely walk. My cock was totally worn out. I still had to drive her home about 10 miles and then myself another 18. Trust me, that night I slept exceptionally well.
I had the next two days off so I slept late, using most of the first day to take care of my weekly chores—mowing the lawn and maintaining the flower beds around the bungalow. I managed some time in the afternoon to hit the local beach with a couple of buddies. I went snorkeling and even speared a couple of fish. This was a Thursday so I had to stay home with my mom, but the next day Nancy wanted me to go sailing with her in the family boat. I was very familiar with small boating, but only with rowing and handling an outboard. I told her I had never been sailing and, as it turned out, no skill was necessary.
It was about 11a.m. when we met at her family’s new home. This was the first time I had seen the boat. It wasn’t much bigger than a bath tub—maybe 9 feet long and about 4 feet wide. We used her dad’s wagon to get it to the beach where I was able to lift it out and carry it to the water. We stepped the mast(that’s a nautical term I learned years later when I had my own boat) and she rigged the sail. Then we retired to the beach for a swim and lunch. Of course, she had her hand down my suit, rubbing and stroking my cock as she rammed her tongue into my mouth and down my throat. I was more than a little nervous—we were right in the middle of a crowded town beach and if we were caught at it I was going to be in trouble. Luckily, either nobody noticed or they just didn’t care.
I was getting hot, too hot for where we were, so I jumped up and ran into the water. It was cool so it shrunk me almost immediately. When I got back to the beach Nancy told me she wanted to go sailing. She got into the boat and I pushed off from the beach. I was in the stern so I guess I was expected to do the sailing. The only problem was – no wind! I rowed the boat about a quarter mile from shore in search of a breeze, but there was nothing. I looked at Nancy and laughed. “It’s a good thing I know how to row.”
“That’s ok,” she replied. “I didn’t really want to sail. I just wanted to fuck.”
“Jeez, we could have done that anywhere. I’m afraid we might sink this thing you call a boat.”
“You worry too much,” she laughed. “Variety can be a lot of fun. Just lie down in the bottom of the boat and let me worry about the rest.”
I took a towel and lay on it, removing my suit in the process. Nancy took off her top exposing her round firm white breasts, then pulled her bottom down past her ankles before waving them like a flag. We were only about 400-500 yards from shore so I was sure the lifeguards and, maybe, half the people on the beach could see us quite clearly. I knew how far I could see and I could see them pretty easily. Once I was down on the deck she straddled me, massaging my cock and making me stiff as wood. She moved forward and the boat rolled. I was sure it was going to capsize. How I managed to keep an erection I don’t know but it was only a second or two before she dropped herself onto it and we were fucking. It must have been pretty obvious to the people on shore. After all I wasn’t visible so I had to be low in the boat and she was clearly rocking on something. She was clearly enjoying herself. She closed her eyes as I grabbed her hips, pulling her down so I was balls deep into her. On and on she rocked and eventually my worry was replaced by desire. I didn’t care if the fucking boat sank. I was a lifeguard; I could swim. I just wanted to flood her cunt with my semen. I came hard, clamping my hand over my mouth so I didn’t confirm what we were doing to those on shore. After I came she lay on my chest while I recovered. I didn’t know what to expect when we got back to shore. I figured to get arrested for indecent exposure or some sex charge. As it happened, my concerns were unfounded. We got a couple of strange or dirty looks but nothing else. All the same I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
We were a couple all summer. Once I even heard her mother comment that perhaps a wedding was in our future. She might have been right if only Nancy hadn’t gotten pregnant. In those days a teacher could be fired for any kind of immoral behavior. I was worried about losing my job and my career if I were seen around town with her. It was a small community and even though I was new there students were always telling me how they or their parents had seen me at some store, gas station, or movie theater. I admit it—I was a coward. In October when she really started to show I told her of my concerns and, to her credit, she broke it off.
She called me the following May. She had her baby, a girl, and she wanted to see me. It was tempting but I had met another teacher and fallen in love with her. We were to be married in June. She brought the baby to the park one day, but I was on duty and the beach was crowded so I couldn’t spend much time with her. During the following winter I had a day when my wife was visiting her parents. I decided to visit Nancy just to see how she was doing. Her family had moved; I never saw or heard from her again.