The Lifeguard

My name is Zack Robins. I am twenty eight years old. I am a self employed computer programer and spend my summer days as a lifeguard.

I know this will seem like a stereotype but I learned as early as in high school, that being a lifeguard is the absolute best job for someone who likes young girls.

First of all, you are around young girls, most in bikini's, all day long. Secondly, you are an authority figure to young girls and they want to do what you say. And finally, and most important, a lifeguard is every girls' fantasy. Just like every man is obsessed with the cheerleader, every girl, dreams about being with the lifeguard. Girls tend to come on more to lifeguards.

I found that it is important to choose the right location, if you want to maximize your exposure to young girls. Clearwater Beach, Huntington Beach, and Daytona Beach are all good places where High and Middle School girls frequent, but I have found the best place is Santa Cruz, California.

Santa Cruz has an abundance of young girls all summer long. A number of them are homeless runaways from the Bay Area. And the individual Lifeguard Stations are enclosed, one room towers.

***

The very first experience I had with a younger girl, was when I was twenty one, just out of college.

For several days I noticed a lone fifteen year old sitting off to the side of my tower. She looked disheveled, with long, tangled brown hair, and a tattered tan bikini that barely covered her B-Cup breasts. She sat on an old blanket and always carried the same backpack.

One day I noticed her retrieving a half eaten sandwich out of the trash. I felt I had to go over and talk to her.

"Hi, I'm Zack." I said. "I couldn't help notice where you got that sandwich. Is everything all right?"

She started to cry "My name is Paula," she sobbed, "I ran away from home. I met a guy who was going to make me a model. It ended up he just wanted to take naked pictures and sleep with me. After I did, he left me in San Francisco and I ended up here. I ran out of money. I've been sleeping on the beach and using the washrooms at the Boardwalk. I don't know what to do? I'm so hungry."

"Come up to my tower with me." I said. "You can share my lunch. I have plenty."

Paula followed me up the ladder and sat by my side. As we talked and ate, I learned a lot about her life. After finishing she wanted to see what was inside the enclosure.

I led her inside and showed her there wasn't much, just a mat for resting and some lifesaving gear. Paula then threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. As she did, her fifteen year old breasts pressed into my chest which gave me an instant hardon. She had to have felt it against her crotch.

"Zack," she asked, "do you think I can sleep in here tonight. It's getting kind of cold on the beach."

"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed, to a disappointed looking Paula.

"But you can stay in my apartment, which is just across the street." I continued to a now smiling girl.

At the end of the day we went together over to my apartment. I was surprised when Paula took my hand as we walked.

Once inside, I showed her around. It had four rooms, a living room with couch, a bedroom, bathroom, and small kitchen. I also had a washer and dryer. I asked her if she would like to do a load of wash and take a shower as I made dinner. She said she wanted to but had nothing to wear in the meantime. I gave her a large, clean tee shirt.

After her shower she came out in the tee shirt. It was short, thigh high, and so tight that her breasts poked out nicely. She must have also been washing her panties for it was obvious she wasn't wearing any.

She again gave me a big thank you hug and then we sat down and had dinner. After dinner, she helped me with the dishes and then we sat to watch some TV. Each time she shifted her body I caught a glimpse of her brown bush, beneath the bottom of the tee shirt.

When it was time for bed I offered to take the couch but she insisted, so I got her a blanket and pillow, and prepared to take a shower. She gave me another hug goodnight, pressing herself into me, and I'm sure she felt my hardon press into her again, before turning in.

In the middle of the night I felt a presence at my side. Opening my eyes, there was Paula in my bed. I sleep in the nude and felt her hand rubbing up and down my bare leg.

"Paula, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, just thanking you for your kindness." she answered, as her hand clasped around my hardening cock.

"Oh it's not necessary to do this." I said.

"Tell that to your friend here. He's been poking into me all day." she said.

By now my penis was at its full seven inches and sticking straight up.

I felt Paula's leg lift over my pelvis. I could feel the moist, hairy bush beneath her tee shirt, brush over my midsection and land on my penis. As she straightened her back, she prepared to bear down.

When she did, I felt my penis enter her fifteen year old pussy. As she bore down, I felt myself going deeper and deeper. Her pussy was hot, wet, and the tightest I ever had up to then.

As she pushed me deep inside her, I wanted her to stay that way forever. It was Paula who started raising herself up and down, in deep, slow strokes. I reached my hands under the shirt and caressed her B-Cup breasts.

She started rocking faster. The walls of her pussy were griping my shaft like a vice. Her vagina was milking me, like it had never been milked before.

I reached up, put my thumb on her clitoris, and started to rub. She sped up even more.

Soon I was spewing load after load of hot semen, up into her pussy. This caused her body to shake all over. She fell forward and gave me a hot, passionate French kiss. As my cock went soft, it slipped out of her pussy, releasing a load of cum onto my crotch.

She scooted down to my side and we started talking. As we did, she rubbed her hand all over my crotch, spreading my semen like lotion, pausing occasionally to take a taste. I knew right then it was going to be a great summer.

I told Paula she could stay with me as long as she wanted. She was a sexually adventurous teenager. We had sex morning and night and even sometimes during the day, inside my tower. Her previous boyfriend, must have taught her a lot. He even started her on the pill, of which I readily obtained another three month supply.

As labor day approached, I contacted Paula's parents, let them know she was OK, and convinced her to return home and make amends. I even gave her bus fare. (I suppose I could have done this in July, but heck, to have two extra mouths with a fifteen year old...)

Paula was the first of many runaways and troubled teens, I had and helped over the years.

***

While Paula and most of the runaways were in their mid teens, I also noticed I was attracted to even younger girls. As I watched from the tower, I couldn't help but fantasize about their nearly flat chests and bare pussies.

The first of many young teens was Amy. Amy was a twelve year old blond seventh grader. One day I saw her standing beside my tower acting nervously. She looked cute, wearing a rather conservative pink bikini, which still showed off her A-Cup breasts and round butt.

Off in the distance were a group of her friends, whispering and giggling as they looked toward us.

"I'm Zack, can I help you?" I asked.

"My name is Amy," she said. "and I've got um, sort of a problem. I told my school friends, that I have a boyfriend who is a Lifeguard. They wanted to see, so I took them here, and said it was you. Now I have to make them believe it."

"Well Amy," I said, "I love helping people, especially girls as pretty as you. And I like playing games. I'd love to be your 'pretend' boyfriend."

Taking Amy by the hand, I led her up the tower and sat with her on the seat.

"It seems like that got their attention." I said looking over at the girls staring back at us.

"Let's take it up a notch." I said, putting my arm around her.

She awkwardly snuggled into me. It was obvious I was the first boy she was ever with. As her little hot twelve year old body pressed against mine, I had an unexpected reaction. I got an involuntary erection. Luckily she couldn't see it under my loose trunks.

We stayed like that for a while, talking and getting to know each other. Then she saw her girl friends getting ready to leave. Amy got up and I stood up beside her.

"Let's blow their minds." I said, as I hugged her and planted a kiss on her lips. She didn't quite know what to do since it was her first real kiss but she kissed back, tentatively.

She broke it off, climbed down, and joined her friends on the way off the beach.

This went on for the rest of the week. I actually looked forward to seeing her each day. Every day our kisses seemed to get a little more passionate. By Thursday, our little pecks turned into full blown French kisses. She was a fast learner.

On Friday, as we hugged to say goodbye, I'm sure she felt my hard penis pressing into her crotch. I wasn't sure if she knew what it was or what it meant.

When Monday came along, we talked as usual as her girlfriends kept a curious eye on us. She then asked me something that completely surprised me.

"You know on Friday when we hugged, I felt your thingy, pressing into me. Does that mean you like me?" she asked.

"Well of course I like you." I replied. "You are a very interesting, pretty, little girl."

"Interesting, pretty, little." she said. "I was hoping for another word - sexy."

"Well that too." I said. "But I don't know if I should be thinking about you like that. You're kind of young."

"Well I've been thinking about you that way." she said. "I even told my girlfriends that I've seen your thingy. They want a description but I've never seen it. Will you, um, um..."

"Of course I'll show your mine. That is, if you show me yours." I said, seeing this as my chance. "How about now. I see your friends are in the water and I have a break."

I signaled to next tower that I was taking my break, led Amy into the tower enclosure, and closed the door.

There was plenty of light coming from the sky light above and I stood before her as she sat on the mat. I was already hard from the anticipation. I placed my thumbs in the waistband, and pulled off my trunks. Up popped my seven inch penis, right before her face.

"Wow, your thingy is big!" she exclaimed.

"How you know? have you seen many others?" I asked.

"Well...no." she answered, hesitating.

"Can I touch it?" she continued.

"You can," I said, "but please call it by its proper name, it's a penis."

"Oh, you don't like the term dick, cock or prick?" she said, giving me a sly look.

I was startled as she reached out and started examining it.

Her small hand felt good around my hard penis and suddenly she started to pump.

"You better not do that too long, or something is going to happen." I warned.

"Oh yeah, what kind of something?" she smirked, continuing her pumping.

"The kind of something that will make a big mess." I said, breathing deeply.

"You mean like this." she asked, smiling and pumping faster.

As she did, I exploded, shooting a big load of semen, all over the wall and floor.

"Where did you learn that?" I asked in disbelief.

"Oh...um, I just did." she replied, as if hiding something. "I suppose you want to see me naked now?" she continued.

"That was the deal." I said, as I stared at the twelve year old in her bikini.

First she reached up and unhooked her top. As it fell to the ground, two beautiful A-Cup breasts plopped out. I couldn't help but put my hands over each one. As my palms covered them completely, I could feel her nipples harden.

Then Amy lay back on the mat, lifted her butt and pulled the bikini bottoms off. I kneeled between her legs so I could be face to face with her twelve year old pussy.

It was different than any pussy I had ever seen. It was practically bald, with only a light covering of blond public hair. It was merely a slit, with only a hint of her outer lips on each side.

As I reached out and spread them with my thumbs, a plush set of inner labia lips emerged. I noticed these were smooth and wet as I ran my index finger inside them.

As I started working my way to her vaginal opening, she reached down, grabbed my hand, and directed it to the area of her clitoris.

She seemed to know what she wanted.

As my fingers went beneath her folds I felt a small bud. I rubbed it, slow at first, then faster, watching her breathing increase as I sped up.

Finally her pelvis thrust upward and started shaking uncontrollably.

"And where did you learn this?" I asked again.

"From my da..., I mean I discovered it on my own one day while washing myself." she said nerviously.

"And I have a question for you." she said, standing up, still naked. "Do you still think I'm too young to be sexy?"

I just pulled her body against mine and gave her a passionate kiss.

After that, we composed ourselves, put our suits back on, and went outside. We were just in time to see the girls coming back from their swim as they gave us a puzzled look.

We did some manual play for the rest of the week. I even put my mouth on her pussy but was she was little freaked out and I didn't want to push it.

Then one day, Amy came to the beach at the end of the day. She was alone, without her friends. She also had on a much skimpier bikini. The top was so small it actually showed off her cleavage. The bottom was small and tight, hugging her butt and revealing a cameltoe.

Even her hair was different. Today she had it in pigtails high on the side of her head, just about over her ears.

"What are you doing here so late?" I asked.

"I wanted some time alone with you." she answered. "I told my friends we were having sex, and they don't believe me. I thought if you could bust my cherry, they could see it and then they would believe me."

"Bust your cherry?" I said. "How, with my finger?"

"No silly, the right way, you know, take my virginity for real." she explained. "You said you thought I was sexy."

"Oh I don't know Amy? You're so young. Besides, I don't have any condoms. You wouldn't want to get pregnant now?"

"Hey I know what I'm doing. I'm a smart girl. I've thought about it a lot." she said. "Besides, I haven't started having periods yet." she explained.

"OK then." I said, leading her into the tower and closing the door.

Amy was so grateful she hugged me as soon as she got inside. Her mouth opened and her tongue touched mine, in some of the most passionate kisses we ever had.

She reached up and dropped her bikini top, pressing her bare A-Cup breasts into my chest. My penis was at its full seven inches when she reached inside my trunks and grabbed it.

Using her other hand, she pulled my trunks off, as I removed her skimpy bottoms. My hard penis slapped up between her legs, landing on her bare pussy. Even from the outside, I could tell she was wet and ready.

We lowered ourselves onto the mat, with me on top between her legs. I placed my penis at the entrance of her vagina, pushed in, and immediately felt her hymen. I didn't want to hurt this willing virgin so I pushed forward, slow and steady.

I felt the membrane stretch and then give way, as my penis went all the way in. Amy groaned with pleasure and then bent her knees up, taking me in even deeper.

I looked into her eyes and she mouthed the words, "thank you."

I then started to pump in and out, relishing the feel of every stroke. I couldn't believe I was inside a virgin twelve year old. It felt nasty and innocent at the same time.

Her insides were so wet and smooth, I glided in and out with ease yet the walls of her vagina were so tight, I didn't want them to ever let go of my shaft.

As I speeded up, I felt her pussy squeezing and releasing my penis on all sides. This caused me to release ropes and ropes of thick cum deep inside her twelve year old vagina.

I stayed inside her for a awhile, all the time making out. Finally I withdrew, releasing the river of semen out of her tiny twat. I cleaned her up with a nearby towel and then we both got dressed, gave each other a hug, and went on our way.

Amy spent a lot of time with me the next few weeks. It seemed like she wanted more than just a fake boyfriend and a broken cherry. She wanted to do everything there was to do sexually, and I was a willing partner.

One day Amy came by the station. She was accompanied by two other pigtailed girls who looked to be even younger than her, judging by their flat chests and straight bodies.

"Hi Zack, I'd like you to meet two of my friends." she said. "I wonder if you could break their cherries for them?"

Epilog

My research was a real eye opener. It showed that most men only realized they liked teen and preteen girls by accident, when they saw a random picture, or when they were exposed to them through their jobs or lifestyle. Only a few men knew all along, that they liked young girls.

It was no surprise that many of the men, first discovered they were interested in young girls, by images they happened upon on the Internet. Very few knew they liked young girls, before first seeing a picture on a nudist or modeling web site.

A universal theme was the fact that for most men, looking at pictures of teens or preteens, brought back adolescent memories and transported them mentally back to their teen years.

Their minds regressed to a time when young girls were the prime sex symbols in their lives.

As adolescents - cheerleaders, prom queens, and beach teens are all perfectly acceptable to think about, yet as adults, they are taboo.

It is this hypocrisy, that angered the men most. The hysterical response to child pornography, for example having an image of a consenting naked fifteen year old, seems out of proportion to reality.

This is especially disturbing, since society, at large, exploits teen sexuality. Most of teen fashions, advertising, and movies depict teen girls in an overtly sexual manner.

A national teen store at the mall sells thongs for preteens, teenage movies all feature a 'coming of age' scene, and several popular TV shows dwell on even younger girls in leotards.

The men couldn't understand why there was so much fuss about people just looking at pictures and movies on the Internet.

There was a difference, however, in the men's opinions when it came to acting on these fantasies and actually having sex with teens or preteens.

Most men responded that they would never even consider it.

For those who would, it seemed that maturity and consent was the key factor in whether to act or not.

Most felt, coercion, power, or blackmail, should never be used to get sex from a girl. If a girl was mature enough to understand and wanted to have sex of her own free will, they didn't see a problem.

As far as age was concerned, I agreed with most men who drew the line at puberty, the time that nature says a girl's body is ready.

Throughout history and in other cultures, girls reaching puberty have been allowed of have sex and even marry. In fact, the 'Age of Consent' had been twelve to fourteen, worldwide, until the last century.

Funny how backward modern society really is.

As I pointed out, most responders on the pedo discussion board reiterated they would probably not engage in underage sex even if given the chance. They were content with just their fantasies.

They did however have some suggestions, on how to fuel those fantasies. How to look but not touch.

Like the countdown of a well known late night talk show host, here are:

The Top Ten Legal Places To Watch And Fantasize About Teen and Preteen Girls

10. The Shopping Mall - The tween stores and video arcade are good and be sure to check out the bottom of the escalator.

9. The Bikini Car Wash - Bring all of your cars.

8. The School Dance - Chaperone one if you can. The dresses at Prom and Homecoming are the sexiest.

7. The Dance Or Ballet Recital - Better yet, try to watch a lesson when the girls are in leotards.

6. Youth Centered DVD's and TV Shows - Google Teenage Girls in Movies for a complete list of good DVD's.

5. The Teen and Preteen Beauty Pageant - Watch out for the stage moms.

4. The Gymnastics Meet - Slips and spreads galore!

3. The Beach - Pools and Waterparks have more young girls, but also may have more eyes on you. Sun glasses are a must.

2. The Internet - BE CAREFUL. Stick only to the LEGAL nudist and modeling sites.

And finally - The Top Legal Place To Watch And Fantasize About Teen and Preteen Girls...

1. The High or Middle School Basketball Game - Society lets anyone who wants to, fantasize about their daughters - the Cheerleaders! The most sexualized of any group in society, Cheerleaders proudly bounce their breasts and flash their panties. And in the most blatantly sexual display of all, they do the splits. Feel free to take pictures and videos, as long as you also pretend to photograph the game.

As I pointed out earlier, isn't that the ultimate in hypocrisy?

Maybe some day society will wise up.

That's all of The Pedo Files, for now...

The End