8 comments/ 124526 views/ 28 favorites First Crush By: moondreamer Wow, I couldn't wait until Sunday. Why you ask? Well, the person of my dreams invited me to go exercise with him, that's why. I lift on a semi-regular basis(when ever I feel like it) at a fitness center near my house. It was something I did even back in high school. But the two years that I've been out I haven't kept to it as much as I should have. Not that you would notice I still have a flat stomach and firm pecs. My arms aren't as big as they once were but I still have definition. I wasn't the active sort in high school, though. I didn't socialize much or do any activities, but I wasn't a total outcast either. I had friends and people knew who I was, I was just shy and hid a little. I'll admit, I was afraid that others would find out that I was gay and then it would be it for me so I kept a low profile. Sorta. There was this one time I almost had a run in with the star receiver of the football team. His name was Dell and he was a god. Dell was the type of jock who was nice to everybody, did well in school, and everybody loved him. I was in love with him. I had gone to school with him since junior high and he was my first crush, one that lasted for six years and counting. We had a few classes together but we never became what you would call friends. I was afraid that he would find out that I liked him, but I desperately wanted him to know that I liked him. Typical crush stuff, right? Problem was that there were all sorts of stories that went around in school about his conquests with the cheerleaders. Well, in our senior year I had become friends one of the P.E. teachers and he gave me free run of the gym room as long as nobody else was using it. One afternoon I poked in and it was unoccupied so I decided to do some arm curls and bench presses while I had the chance. I had just got into my first set when Dell comes walking in. He had short brown hair, a TIGHT t-shirt, and gym shorts on that looked a little small. I almost dropped my bar. I struggled it back to it's perch and sat up. "Mind if I do a few sets," he said sitting on the floor doing his stretches. "Uh..no I don't ..uh.. mind. Go ahead." I felt my self go red so I jumped off the bench and went over to the dumbbells. I did my arm curls facing the wall, wanting to turn around but I knew that I would just stare at his beautiful physique and give myself away. Eventually I gave in and looked. I watched him bench(how much? I don't know, that was the last thing on my mind) and saw the muscles ripple. It was when I noticed the bulge in his shorts that I knew I had to go before I raped him right there. Quickly I went into the locker room and leaned against a far row of lockers. I couldn't take it I whipped out my erection and started stroking it with the fresh image of him in my mind. I was about in ecstasy when I heard my name. "Andy, Andy? You still in here." In a panic I pulled my shorts up as he rounded the corner. "Andy, that's your name right?" I nodded. "You left this in the weight room. I didn't want you to forget it," he handed me my duffle bag. I took it and stammered out a thank you. He smiled and went back to what he was doing. I felt relieved that he didn't catch me wacking off until I looked down and saw the tent my cock was making of my shorts. He was never any different to me after that, like he never saw a thing. After that I always wondered if maybe he was gay or just didn't feel the need to spread anything around. After graduation, I would bump into him occasionally here and there. We would talk about what we were up to and where we were going. Then heaven smiled upon me. I bumped into him again at the grocery store last Wednesday(I was buying some vegetables for my mother). I was inspecting a cucumber when I felt a presence. I turned around and there he was standing behind me. "Hey Andy, what's going on?" He had grown his hair out since last time I saw him. It still wasn't as long as my sandy brown hair, after graduation I decided that I was tired of short hair and grew it out down below my ears. His was almost there though. We talked for awhile about this and that until he asked if I still lifted. The incident in the locker room flashed through my head but I pushed it away. I told him I still did occasionally. "I remember you used to sneak into the weight room at school all the time. Why didn't you lift with the team, they wouldn't have minded." "I was just shy, I guess." Truth is I didn't want to pop my cork in front of them, there was more than one good looking player on the team. "Tell you what, if you haven't got anything to do this Sunday you can come lift with me. I go to this club across town and it's usually empty on Sunday evenings. What do you say?" How could I refuse. "Sure." I couldn't wait. He left to finish his shopping and I stood there in awe, the man of my dreams just invited me to do something. Life was good. I quickly went home and dropped off mom's groceries. I went straight up to my room and tore my pants off and threw myself in my bed, dick in hand.. I pictured him as I saw him standing there in the produce section in his tight yellow t-shirt and shorts. I started masturbating my seven inch prick. I imagined him without his shirt, without his shorts standing there waiting for me. His torso was sleek and muscled, his stomach flat and his shoulders broad. His legs would be thick and long, well defined. I imagined his thick cock, he held it in both hands and stroked to the same rhythm that I stroked mine. Together we jerked ourselves off each stroke in sync. I felt my orgasm building as his did too. His face contorted into his orgasm as I felt a rush in my loins and cum erupted out of me. His own stream was thick and white, it covered his hand as my own hand was covered. Feeling a little bit of a release I went about the rest of my week waiting for Sunday. When Sunday did come I was a nervous wreck all day. My parents thought I had too much coffee of something. I was jittery and clumsy. I hoped it would go away by the time I met him at 4:30 or it could turn disastrous. It finally came time to go so I went across town and met him at the gym. It was a decent size club downtown, it had a good size weight room, pool, sauna, and a couple of racquetball courts. He was standing at the front desk talking with the attractive brunette behind the desk. She wore a light green tank-top that showed off her own muscle tone and firm breasts. She looked a little older, maybe in her late twenties. They were laughing about something when I came up behind Dell. A pang of doubt crept up, was he flirting with her? She saw me and said to him, "Hey, your friend is here." He turned around with a big smile. "Hey Andy, you made it. Why don't you go drop off your duffle bag and meet in the weight room." I said okay and trod off to the dressing room. It was musty and damp. I picked a locker at random and shoved my bag into it. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. If he was so intent on flirting with her then my dreams were down the drain. I met him in the big open weight room at the far right of the building, he was doing his stretches. I hadn't done anything active in a month so I started my stretches making sure I was good and loose. I had all intentions of taking it slow but before I knew it I was pushing myself more and more to try and impress him. He was of course out doing me by a lot, but he was probably more avid than I had been. He sure looked it. He was wearing a blue tank-top, tight of course, and blue gym shorts. He looked better than my fantasies(I blushed when I started comparing the real him and the fantasy him that I jerked off to days before. The real him was so much better.) We bullshitted as we lifted talking about life in general. He was working for his dad in the factory just outside of town. He said he hated it but it paid the bills. I told him that I was in between jobs and how the manager fired me from the grocery store that I used to work at for no reason whatsoever.(actually it was because he suspected that I was gay because I made a pass at the produce supervisor, which I did and we dated for about a month). I decided to find out what I really wanted to know, so I started by asking him if he was seeing anyone. "Naw, not right now." "Oh, come on now. Football star like yourself, lean and mean. You should have your pick of any of the women." I stressed the last word. He shrugged. "I guess I haven't found anyone I was interested in." he gave me a strange grin and went back to his butterfly curls. "What about you? You aren't exactly ugly yourself. You're in pretty good shape. You got a significant other?" "Nope." I kept it simple. Was it interest I picked up in his voice or was I just getting hopeful. "What about the lady at the desk I saw you flirting with?" "Diane?" he laughed. "No, she knows me. I practically live here." Hope renewed in me once more. There was still a chance. I started on leg lifts and he switched to bench presses. As he rested back on the bench I could see the perfect curves of his chest and that unmistakable bulge in his shorts. Seeing him like that I felt my shorts get tight and I remembered the last time I saw him like that; I had to run out of the room. I couldn't just run out of the room now, a small surge of panic welled in me. I had to do something about my growing erection before he noticed. I started in on my leg lifts hoping the blood would re-route itself before he noticed. As he finished one set I wondered if he could read my mind by saying: "You remember the last time we lifted togther?" "Y-yes." I said carefully. "I had to go chasing after you because you left your duffle bag." he laughed and sat up. Sweat gave his face a glow and stuck his shirt to his chest. I felt faint. With every look he was becoming more and more beautiful. "Hey Dell," I wanted to know what else he remembered, I wanted to know if he saw my erection. "Those were the days, huh." I ended up using instead. "Yeah, I still kinda miss it. Why didn't you do more in school. I saw you around but we never talked or anything." "I dunno, I was just..." "Shy," he said for me with a grin. God he was cute. "Well I think it's cool to hang with you now. I am really enjoying this. I usually like to do this alone, but I'm having fun." "Yeah so am I." We went at it for about another half hour. I was about at my limit for the day but I didn't think Dell was going to stop. He stood from doing his own leg lifts when he grunted and sat back down. "Shit, I got a leg cramp. I guess I didn't take as long as I should have to stretch. Hey Andy, could you do me a favor. Could you massage it a bit." First I hang with him and drool over his body and now I get to touch him, will the thrills never end? I said sure and went over to him. I started massaging his calf, it was tight but it didn't feel bunched up. Could this be an excuse for me to touch him? I kept rubbing his leg until it loosened a bit. I could have done it forever if I was given the chance, but I knew I had to stop at some point so I eased off. "Thanks man, you are really good at that. You have the hands for it, you may have found your calling." I blushed a little at that. "My leg is still a little sore up farther, could you do that too?" he indicated his upper thigh. Holy shit, this was getting pretty close to the nether regions. I massaged his thigh, being careful not to go up too far. His eyes were closed as I worked on him. The problem was that I was getting hot from all this. My dick was throbbing in my shorts and I wanted to just reach up a little farther and see what kind of man her really was. The more I rubbed the worse it got so I decided to get a little daring and ventured up a bit. I slipped my hand under his shorts and let my fingers gently brush up against his bulge. He sighed and looked down at me. I caught my breath. "I'm done, how about you." he said just as jolly as ever. "Sure. I'm done." "Okay, let's hit the showers." Our footsteps echoed through the empty dressing room. I tried hard not to stare at the way his ass moved in his gym shorts. I didn't know how much more I could handle, I was so turned on. We went to our lockers and took out our duffle bags. I took my time to grab my towel, keeping an inconspicuous eye on Dell. He rummaged through his gym bag and took out his clothes. Then he took off his shirt. I heard my breath catch in my throat as he peeled it off revealing a gleaming and perfect torso. He was the god I always imagined. He had a six pack that you could do your laundry on; his pecks were something you only dreamed of having yourself. And of course his broad shoulders stood out even more. I felt weak-kneed as I stood there staring at my dream come true. He threw his shirt on the bench and slipped off his shorts showing me the enormous bulge in his Jockey's. I knew I had to stop staring at him, I had to turn away before he caught me drooling over his package but I couldn't. He turned away and picked his shorts off the floor giving me a wonderful butt shot. I found enough will to turn my head before he straightened up but I wasn't quick enough to hide my erection that was making a tent of my own shorts. He smiled at me. "I forgot my soap, could I borrow yours?" "Um...sure." I stammered finally. I felt myself go red. If I had any hopes of hiding what I felt they were about shot. Quickly I took off my own shirt and shorts(after some adjustment to my aching rod)and wondered what I was going to do with my erection when we stepped into the shower. But then he did the thing that made me lose all self-control. He took off his underwear. I know I stopped breathing, I know my eyes were as big as saucers, I know I had made it obvious. I didn't care, I was staring at the most beautiful cock I had ever laid my eyes upon. It was semi-erect, cut, and thick. I had to guess he was a good 8 to 10 inches hard. It was smooth with a round purple helmet. His pubes were trim and shaved and his balls, oh my god, his balls. They hung down low and were wonderfully large, each one a glorious mouthful. I could have stood there all day admiring what he had down there. "Hey Andy?" He brought me out of my reverie. He didn't say it mean or in surprise, just to get my attention but I still turned away, embarrassed. Well so much for working out together. He wouldn't want to lift with someone who was always staring at his crotch. "Hey Andy? Let's go jump in the shower." "Uh, sure. Why don't you go ahead, I'll be there in a minute." I was still turned away. "You okay?" "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." If I was so embarrassed and scared of his reaction, why was I still hard as a rock? There was a silence then he walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Pretty impressive isn't it?" "What?" I turned to him in surprise. He just looked down, I followed my gaze to his crotch. It was still down there, waiting to get hard. "I'm guessing that your not to far off though." He looked over my shoulder at the rod pointing up at my stomach. I blushed again. "It's not that big." Not as big as his, that was for sure. "Ever measure it?" His big hand was gently massaging my shoulder. It felt really good, reassuring. "Yeah. It's about seven, seven and a half inches." "Better that average then. Let's see it." I was too flustered to do anything. "C'mon, you saw mine. You are going to have to take your shorts off to shower." I smiled in spite of myself and brushed my hair behind my ear. "C'mon, take ‘em down." With that he grabbed the elastic band of my underwear and yanked them down. My hardon sprang out with a pop. "See, that's pretty impressive too." He smiled at me as I turned to him. I was still nervous and had a hard time looking at him. "Hey don't be nervous. We're the same. I know your gay. So am I?" "This whole time? I thought you were as straight as they came. What about all those stories I heard about you in high school? You and whats-her-name, Charlotte, the cheerleader?" I was astonished. Since I was a kid I wanted him to be gay and now that he admitted it to me I wasn't sure what to think. "Most of those stories I made up as a cover. I figured that if I wanted to play sports I would have to cover for myself. Anytime anyone started suspecting, I had a story pop up to cast any doubt aside." "Really?" "Sure, I wasn't the only one with something to hide on the team." "I knew the quarterback was. That was pretty obvious." We laughed at that. "But what about Charlotte, I heard all the details from her about after the Homecoming game. You and her..." "Yeah, I had sex with her. It was okay. Not great. She gave pretty good head but that's about it. Later I went over to the quarterback's house and..." it was his turn to go red. "I wish I had known this sooner." Boy, all the fantasies I could have lived out for real if I had this knowledge before. "So do I. I figure you were gay but I was too afraid to say anything. I always wanted too but I was too concerned about my image instead of what I really wanted." "You wanted me?" I was finding that hard to believe. We barely spoke in school. "Yeah, I did. Just like I want you now." He looked at me with those deep green eyes. Those eyes that I could drown in, they pulled me in closer and closer. I didn't know how close they had drawn me in until our lips met. His kiss was deep and his lips soft. His tongue parted my lips and darted around the tip of my tongue. We explored each other's mouths. His lips were soft and full, he wasn't aggressive as I thought he would be, he kissed me fully but gently. I didn't want to break away but we needed to catch our breath. There wasn't anything else but us; the rest of the world ceased to exist for us. I gently touched his face and we kissed again this time with more passion. "Why don't we take that shower," he said when we parted again. I ran my fingers down his solid torso. It was as smooth and firm as I had always imagined it would feel. He took my hand, grabbed the soap with the other and we went to the shower. We stood under the spray kissing each other on the lips, face, and neck while our hand explored each other's bodies. I ran my hands down the ripples of his stomach and made around to his smooth butt. I squeezed it and he laughed. He was driving me wild with small kisses on my neck, I was hot, exremely hot. I wanted him so bad. I gently took hold of his member and started to stroke it. He stiffened then melted into my shoulder. It felt big and warm in my hand as I went back and forth. It felt so good to have his smooth strong body leaning on me. His breath was heavy in my ear I could have come right then, most of my fantasies were coming true right now, not to mention what was to come. He looked up at me and I could see passion in his eyes, he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. Oh my god, he wanted me as bad as I wanted him, who would have known. He kissed me again and said that we should probably wash up. He lathered me up first. Running his hands on every part of my front. As he soaped my chest he squeezed my nipples and then massaged them. I groaned with pleasure. He made his way down my stomach and down to my crotch. He spent extra time on my throbbing cock. I almost feel to my knees when he first touched it, the jolt of pleasure was so intense. I turned around and he washed my back and the back of my legs. He washed my butt, and massaged the cheeks which made me laugh. He then spread apart my cheeks and lather my crack. Just when I thought he was done he put a soapy finger in my hole and I had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. It felt so good. His large digit going in and out of my tight hole was heaven. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his finger. To some small disappointment he took it out. And turned me around. First Crush I have known Tressa since the 6th grade and was surprised to find out that she moved into the house across the street from me. Although we were never more than acquaintances for most of those years, at 35 it seemed like we were best friends. Tressa is stunning for a woman her age looking at least ten years younger with the energy to match. Since her divorce she has been working out religiously, and it shows in her muscle tone. She has a magnetic personality and a daughter who is 15. After we moved her things, into her new house, I invited them out for a nice dinner at a very trendy restaurant. I had made my money in Real Estate becoming financially free, so dinner was no problem for me to treat them to, and a week later a welcome to the neighborhood bash. We really connected. Tressa was surprised to find out that I was single, had never been married, and that I have no children. We found out a great deal of things about each other over the next few days, having spent a lot of time together unpacking. It was a Friday night, Tressa's daughter having gone to spend the weekend with her father, when our friendship took on new meaning. I invited her over for dinner and a movie when our conversation started to turn. Tressa was sitting next to me laying on my chest when I asked her how much she really knew about herself. She wanted to know what I meant, and I told her not many people know their likes and dislikes sexually because they have never had those experiences they fantasize about. They don’t really know how to experience those ideas, daydreams, fantasies, and thoughts. Being curious she asked me to explain more. I thought about it for a moment and then told her that the best way I knew how to explain was for her to go through an experience. That way she could feel those; feelings, emotions, and sensations; and have all those thoughts, and ideas and fully understand what I meant. Tressa seemed intrigued asking “what is the next step then?” “I have developed two games that go hand in hand, in this case. The first being Don’t Say A Word and the second being Sensory Deprivation.” To which I immediately began to explain them to her. In the game of Don’t Say A Word, this is a modified version for this purpose, I begin by removing an article of your clothing with a few minutes pause and neither of us say a word we just look into each others eyes and at each others bodies until you are completely naked, at which time we go to sensory deprivation. A game of you vs. your mind. You are completely naked when you put in earplugs, are gagged, blindfolded, and bound feet and hands. This allows for you to know nothing of what is coming, to be totally helpless to stop what might come, to only have control over your thoughts, and to have an experience you might never have thought of otherwise. Turning to look at me Tressa said “how is that a game? you would have total control.” To which I replied “Even when you are in a position like that bound unable to communicate, see, or hear you still have control of your mind and that is where you find out who this person is inside you. Where you learn about who you are as a person, and know just how strong a person you can be”. With that I put my finger on her lips and whispered “Don’t Say A Word.” Having already stood up I slid my hand under the waistband of her sweater pushing it up her tight belly to the bottom of her firm rounded breasts. Finally pulling off her sweater with a smile. Pausing and waiting I could tell she was wondering what was happening, and why she secretly wanted it. Gazing into her eyes I gave her comfort with my smile, touch, and posture. As her skirt fell to the floor, she stepped out of it willingly. Standing before me in her heals, Stockings, and matching bra and panties I found it hard to resist telling her how absolutely breathtaking she is. Concentrating on her eyes I began to notice signs of arousal in her. Her lips fuller and brighter pink, her skin flush with color, her posture more confident, and her nipples showing through her bra erect. I walked around behind her, soft breaths of anticipation caress her neck as I unhook her bra. Ever so slowly pulling it over her shoulders and down her arms letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts fully exposed now she flinches to cover them only stopping shortly after. Round full breasts standing out wanting and waiting for my touch with nipples erect it’s like a dream. I am so close yet still not touching her, she can feel my presence. I move around to face her looking her body from top to bottom and back, always stopping at her eyes showing her that I know she is more than just a body. Looking down I reach under her waistband and move her panties down so slowly they almost don’t move at all. Glancing back up I see her smiling and a glistening in her eyes, the kind you get just before tears of joy. I move down her body as slowly as I slide her panties towards the ground causing goose bumps and shivers to run through her entire body. My face just centimeters from her chest she looks up taking a deep breath causing her breasts to brush against my cheeks. Further down I go her stomach tightly flexed, her mind in a fight to keep her hands from grabbing my hair pulling me to her belly. Lower still I am not surprised to see Tressa’s pubic patch non existent cleanly shaven or waxed very recently. Just a few more inches to the floor and I am looking directly at her most private area of pleasure that she has know to this point. She steps out of her satin panties beginning to notice exactly what it is that I was talking about earlier. I wait for a few moments Tressa’s eyes still closed tightly fighting against the pleasure and erotic passion she is feeling. I watch as her muscles flex in anticipation of my touch as I move around her body wanting so badly to touch or kiss or lick it. Then it happens swiftly I crouch removing her shoes one at a time not wanting to wait too much longer but knowing that even I can not break the rules to my own game. Opening her eyes she tries to speak, but I stop her with one single finger gently pressed against her opening lips. Without her heals on I have to look down into her eyes making her more submissive to this. The moments pass almost like an eternity before I remove her stockings. As I pull them down I notice a glistening amongst her womanhood, and her labia swollen she is more than ready physically for what is to come next. With Tressa waiting completely naked I go to bring out those things we will need for the next phase. Whispering into her ear as I return how much I respect her as a person for being able to go through this, as it shows just how much you trust me. Please put these in now, I hand her the earplugs. After putting them in I ask her to open her mouth placing the ball gag in and having her turn around so that I can fasten it. I bind her hands with nylon rope before putting on the sleeping mask and leather hood. Leading her, by the rope that binds her, into the basement I fasten her hands above her head to a cross beam, and tie her feet spread to I-bolts in the floor. Unable for Tressa to move I leave the room gathering up some things to really push her to her limits and probably past. I returned about 5 minutes later with a ruler, a candle, a cucumber, a carrot, a banana, some ice, a bowl of ice water, a bowl of hot water, an assortment of fabric from silk to corduroy, and a fringed leather whip. Not knowing what was going through Tressa’s mind I decided to give her comfort by running my hand from her wrist down her arm, across her back and around her side, over and between her breasts, down her belly and around her lower back finally stopping just before I reached those firm round globes of her ass. I grabbed the first piece of fabric and began running it around and up her legs… between her thighs… over her behind… wrapping it around her torso… over her breasts and draping it over a shoulder. I continued like that until she had felt the silk, satin, leather, velvet, terry cloth, corduroy, and denim all draped over her shoulders or around her neck. I remove them one at a time and let them fall down her body to the floor in such a natural way that you just have to think… it is beautiful. Knowing she probably thinks it is going to be romantic in the same way, and that she has probably never received a spanking on either her breasts or pussy I decided to change things for her. Smack!!!… I flick the ruler against her breast causing it to turn a bright pink. I can hear her trying to scream, but it is muffled by the ball gag and the leather, while squirming as best she can in her position. I give each breast 25 moderately hard smacks, just hard enough to cause a stinging sensation but not break the skin or cause bruising. I followed the ruler with my fringed leather whip of 18 inches long in the same manner as before. Tressa was really squirming now probably thinking to her self “What the hell have I gotten myself into?” but knowing that she could not get herself out of the restraints that held her. I used my hands for the next stage of the breast spanking, I followed each swat massaging her breasts and rubbing her nipples to get better circulation and satisfy my burning desire to touch her in more than a teasing way. Tressa was beginning to learn about those special desires to have pleasure over come the pain. I did this until she stopped her squirming and fighting against the restraints. There was one sure sign she was still into this and that was her juices beginning to run down the inside of her legs. I proceeded to follow the same pattern, as with her tits, with her ass and her pussy. Only changing the order in which I used each item. I played with each area of her body for 5 to 10 minutes concentrating on the more sensitive or erotic parts. It didn’t take long with her pussy before she was having multiple orgasms. Almost with each smack of the skin another orgasm came over her. Once finished I brought over a coffee table and tied her face down, hands above her head, on her knees, legs spread wide giving full access to her warm wet pussy and for anal play. I was so hard looking at her in this position and knowing I could have my way with her right now that I almost forgot why I was doing this. I took a few seconds to regain my thoughts before proceeding. I lifted her chest slightly and placed one breast in the bowl of Ice water and the other in the bowl of hot water setting a timer for 10 minutes to prevent frostbite. I lit the candle and waited for it to begin melting before using the wax to write a message across her back. It read “Property of Xerxes” as a joke knowing that when I removed the wax the skin would be reddened with that phrase on it. Drip… Drip… Drip… Sizzle… Sizzle… Drip… Drip… Drip. Taking the carrot, slipping it into her waiting womanhood pulling it out I take bite after bite until it was completely gone. I heard the bell ding at that point and switched the bowls under her resetting the timer before continuing. She screamed so loud when I switched the bowls that I could hear it clearly through her gag and mask. It must have felt like molten lava on her ice cold breast and like liquid oxygen on her other. I sat behind Tressa admiring how well taken care of her body was and how I was wanting to have this kind of access to her for years to come. Looking at that beautiful ass and thighs of hers I dove straight in and ate Tressa for close to an hour swallowing all her cum only stopping to remove the bowls of water. Picking up the banana I rubbed it up and down her wet wanting pussy and she was humping back against it as best she could. I let it slip inside her it’s curve perfect to hit her G-spot each time it was pushed in. With that pattern of motion it had her cumming so hard I could hear her screams of pleasure through her gag and mask. Her pussy was spasming so hard she split the peel of the banana as I removed it. I wasn’t done just yet beginning with the cucumber I pushed it in and out with a furry Tressa’s hips gyrating like those of a belly dancer. She was so wet a couple of times I lost hold of the cucumber and a puddle was beginning to form where her knees met the floor. All of this and I still hadn’t put my cock in her. I was so aroused that if I didn’t have my turn now I would cum before my first full thrust, and I wasn’t so sure that I wouldn’t now, she is that beautiful. I pulled the cucumber out placing it on the coffee table, and wrapped my hard cock in a condom before slowly entering her. She seemed very relieved by the feeling of my large, thick 9” cock pushing it’s way inside her inch by inch, very slowly, making her feel every bit of it. I paused when I was all the way inside her wanting to feel her warmth all around me and for her to experience being filled completely. With each thrust I would pull out completely and push all the way back in faster and faster each time until I had a rhythm built. I constantly changed my stroke pattern from short to long , long to short, and mediums thrown in there frequently, faster and slower, harder and softer never two the same. It took me about 10 minutes before I stiffened and came. I wanted more but needed some time to recover even for just a few minutes. I pulled out and removed my condom. There was still some things I wanted to show her and since I had her completely at my mercy and I knew that I had to do them now. I began to play with her anal opening lubing it up with some astroglyed I brought with me for this exciting experience. In just a short period of time her most taboo passage began to open to my stimulation and I slipped first a finger then two into her back side. It took some 15 minutes to open her enough to push them in and out freely. Pushing them in and pulling them out, twisting them from side to side making her open wider and wider. My erection was growing back to life and I took my free hand to push the cucumber back into her well used pussy. It was just a short time when Tressa came from the stimulation and I was ready again to bring her a whole new pleasure. Letting the cucumber fall to the floor I replaced my fingers with my hard and lubed cock. It is so large that it took some effort before the head slipped past her waiting opening. As soon as that happened Tressa pushed back taking me further and further inside until I could feel her ass pressed firmly against me. We moved together in such unison as clouds through the wind on a hot summers day. So tight that after 20 minutes she finally opened enough for me to pound into her ass freely. 25 minutes of an almost perfect experience and we came together. I was so exhausted having held out for so long that night that I just collapsed falling to the floor beside her. I could see how exhausted Tressa was, sweat dripping from her chest lying as best she could on the coffee table. I knew I had to release her from her restraints and complete this perfect experience. I had to summon all my strength to get up. Unzipping the hood I pulled it from her head taking the sleeping mask with it. I then pulled out her earplugs telling her that there was still more to come. Releasing the clasp on the ball gag she spit it to the floor finally able to speak for the first time she still didn’t make a sound. I untied her feet first and then her hands picking her exhausted body up and carried her to the master bedroom. I placed her on the bed face up in case she decided to take a nap while I began the shower. You might think that after such an experience Tressa would be ready to sleep, but she wasn’t. Although tired she was still watching my every move. After turning on the shower I helped Tressa to her feet and we walked her to the shower. I was supporting her weight as we showered really enjoying the feeling of her body next to mine so warm and wet so slippery with the soap between us running my hands all over her body any place I wanted to as she did mine. The water soon was growing cold and I knew it was time for us to get out. We dried off and went to sleep in each others arms still completely naked from our shower. The next morning I noticed that some thing inside her had changed. She was very aggressive in her actions but still submissive to my thoughts and ideas. She was anxious to explore more and more about sexuality with me and I wanted to explore it with her. For the next few months we continued our relationship in ways like this eventually getting married with the blessings of her children and living completely content in our newly discovered life. That was the beginning of our very kinky and taboo lifestyle. First Crush; First Love We had grown up together. He was one of my brothers' best friends, so he had become like a brother as well. That is until the family moved. By the time that my parents had decided that Florida was not for us, and we moved back, I had developed all the curves that guys drool over, however I was still fairly naive and inexperienced. Bobby however had matured into quite the ladies' man, or perhaps more accurately, a womanizer. He was certainly built for it. He was gorgeous. The one time skinny kid, was now working out regularly and the effects clearly showed. An all around tall, dark and handsome man, with wit and charm that followed suit. My brothers and I seemed to fall right back in with our old friends, and soon enough Bobby was a regular around the house. I had an instantaneous crush, and used whatever means possible to find myself in the same room with him. I was unaware at the time that he was completely aware of my infatuation. We were always finding one way or another to 'play' physical games. Whether it was a good old fashioned wrestling match, usually ending with me pinned to the ground and him hovering over my heaving chest, or a game of tag football that somehow lead to tackling, and me ending up in the same position. The attraction was tangible, and my brothers were overly aware. Protective older brothers, always ruin the expressive younger sister's fun, but of course that was only for a time. Bobby and I were forever bickering, typical for our ages. Somehow the second grade mentality of 'pull their hair if you like them' remained. He would criticize any guy that I brought home, and for some reason I took it to heart, meaning no one guy was around all that long. That is until I met Michael. Michael's personality was everything that Bobby's was not. He was sweet and caring, and would actually listen when I talked. His physicality even differed. He was just as handsome, but he was blue-eyed, blonde haired, and broad, while Bobby was brown eyed, black haired, and more narrow. It was new and different, and I was wholehearted enjoying the time I spent with Michael. However, I dreaded taking him home. Bobby was always around, and I knew he would make it impossible for Michael and I to be alone. One night however, there was supposedly some huge party happening in town, that everyone was going to, so I decided it was the perfect time to have Michael over, and to make love to him for the first time. Since no guy had ever lasted for any length of time my virginity had stayed with me, for longer than it should have (i.e. longer than I would have liked). Once everyone was out of the house, I rang Michael insisting he come over immediately. There was a knock on the door shortly after, and I answered it wearing a tight fitted, red cardigan with hip hugging jeans. His baby blues sparkled at the sight, and I playfully grabbed his shirt pulling him to me. My tongue immediately plunged deep into his mouth, as quickly as his lips met mine. We kissed our way into the living room, finding comfort in the warmth of the fire on the nearby couch. We snuggled for a little while, fondling each other, and softly kissing. Before too long however, I was feeling a warmth of my own growing deep inside. I had elected not to wear a bra or panties, never being fond of them, and the effects of which were an ever growing wetness of my pussy, as my jeans rubbed roughly against it. My heart beat was beginning to gain, my breathing deepening and my voice wispy. I kissed to his ear, gently nibbling on it, before whispering with warm, moistened breath for him to, 'fuck me'. I leaned back on the couch, smiling at him, as I slowly unbuttoned my sweater. Carefully making sure that no flesh became visible just yet. He was on the other end of the sofa, intently watching me, as I noticed the growth in his pants. I slid my foot in between his legs, tenderly rubbing on the bulge. He smiled at my pretty foot, with its painted toes, and moaned softly. My hands had finally finished with unbuttoning my sweater, and I was now slowly slipping it away from my breasts. My puffy pink nipples, had already become stiffened to a deep pink. I pinched them between my fingers, and beckoned my Michael to come suck on them for me. He gladly obliged me, laying over me, gently licking under- sides of each breast before focusing on one hardened nipple. It felt so good, as he sucked one into his mouth, his sexy wet tongue flicking over the tip. He pulled it between his teeth, letting it graze the sensitive flesh, before again sucking it deep into his hot mouth, and swirling his tongue around it. Just as he began to work the same magic on my other neglected nipple, he suddenly had disappeared off my body. My eyes shot open and the first image they saw was that of Bobby swinging at Michael. The next thing I knew Michael was lying on my living room floor, unconscious. I quickly covered myself, and went to tending to my Michael. He quickly regained consciousness, just having the wind knocked out of him. He was up and ready to fight, but I pleaded with him to go home. Promising to call him later. Once I saw him off, I went back into the living room; livid. What right did he have? None, he had no right, and I was ready to tell him that. Bobby was standing, gazing into the fire, seemingly entranced. "Bobby, what the fuck were you thinking? Who the hell do you think you are?" I started. He was silent, just staring into the flames. "Bobby!" I demanded, "listen to me, answer me, you fucking ass-hole." He suddenly turned to me, and grabbed my arms tightly, looking hard into my eyes. It was such an intense look, I grew intimidated and meek. I struggled against his grasp, but it was pointless. I used the classic line- "stop it, you're hurting me." As soon as the words came flowing from my mouth, so did a stream line of tears from my eyes. He let go straightaway and mumbled an apology. I had never seen him like he was that night. He had never looked at me in that way. I couldn't even place it. Gone was the brotherly(like) love, replaced with intensity and something else. What was it? He sat silently on the couch, staring off into oblivion. The tears were drying on my face, and a pair of hand prints bruised on my arms. I couldn't understand him. I quietly whispered to him as I approached the couch, "Bobby?" He straightened himself and looked back at me; softer, calmer. I feigned a smile and felt a sizable lump forming in my throat. The tears refilling. Tenderness came into his eyes as he reached for me again. I shuddered and pulled back, and just as quickly he backed off, and finally began to speak. "I'm sorry, Laney. I am so sorry. I saw you with that kid, and I. . . I. . . I just couldn't stand it. I'm sorry," he said so sincerely. The tears were freely flowing by this time and at the end of his shortly sweet apology, I reached out for him. He looked surprised and relieved as my arms wrapped around his neck. After a few moments I felt his arms wrap around my back and softly stroke it. He kept whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." To have him show so much emotion, for me, was astounding. This was a guy who never so much as flinched when he broke a girl's heart. A guy who would just as rather die, than be vulnerable, and to be vulnerable to a woman was to him, tantamount to death. A death of his bravado, ego, and facade. Minutes upon minutes passed and we stayed lovingly holding each other. Finally, he pulled away, again looking into my now reddened eyes, and taking my face into his hands. I initiated the kiss. Just titling my head towards his, my lips brushing at first softly against his. I relaxed into his hands, as they pulled me closer into this inevitable kiss. Our lips mutually and simultaneously parting, allowing our timid, but eager tongues to search out the others. It was the softest, sweetest kiss I had ever experienced. It was almost as if it were my first, and maybe his too. The emotion swept over me and I knew that I needed him. If only for that night, I needed him to be with me. I wanted him in my arms, I wanted him in my body; completing me. His kisses went down to my neck, soft little pecks, as his tongue would occasionally snake out to have a taste. I could hardly stand it, he felt so good. My fingers were pressing tightly into his back, my mouth agape, trying to breathe, trying to utter the words, the words I knew he was waiting to hear. The words, that I would say if only he would allow me to catch my breath. But, his mouth was just devouring any opportunity. Hot, wet kisses from my neck to my mouth, and back again. Finally, he pulled back and I didn't know whether I would go on with my request or just bitch at him for stopping (what's a girl to do?). He looked a little dazed, like he didn't know whether to continue or run. That proverbial- 'deer caught in the headlights' look, which only a frightened man could really reproduce. He started to speak, but I knew better than to let him. My finger quickly pursed his lips, and having since regained my breath and my voice, I spoke. "Listen, I want you, and obviously you want me too. So, let's just make this simple, okay? We do this, we have sex...or make love, or fuck, or whatever the hell you want to call it, and we just do it. No strings, just this single act." I figured I would make him an offer he couldn't refuse, or at least that is what I thought I was doing, until he said no. He told me that he could, "fuck whenever" (direct quote, isn't he full of class?) but what he wanted was something more meaningful. He said, "Lane, I want to *love* someone, that I have loved for years." "So, what are you doing here?" I asked coyly. He grinned...and I kissed him. A deeply passionate kiss that spoke of all the feelings that had accumulated over the years. I was completely contented with this unspoken speech of love. However, he one upped me (what can I say, he hates to lose). He broke from the kiss, his eyes so full of life and looking sweetly into my own, and he spoke. He spoke so softly I could barely hear, that which was equal to a whisper. But, I knew what he had said. His lips were unmistakable, "I just love you." Simple and perfect. And then he kissed me again. I was ecstatic, I wanted to combust on so many levels. All of my emotions were releasing themselves in a sexual frenzy. I may have been less than experienced, but I was so excited and ready I hardly faltered. We quickly undressed one another. Our eyes locked on one others' body. I couldn't contain myself. I didn't want to be away from his body. As soon as we were both nude, I embraced him-pulling him tightly against me. My lips kissed all over his face. I felt as if I would devour him. I wanted to taste every inch of him. I could feel his cock pressed up against my taut stomach. It throbbed and pulsed against me. God, it felt so warm, it felt so good. My body was at such a level of arousal that any touch caused intense pleasure. My moans were growing louder and deeper with each kiss, with each caress. I repeatedly told him how much I needed him, how much I wanted him. We eventually found our way onto the living floor, just in front of the fire. We were wetly kissing and tenderly touching each other for what seemed like an eternity. I was as hot and wet as I had ever been, more aroused than I could ever imagine being. There was an profound desire that I needed to be fulfilled. I found myself on top of him. My legs straddled his sides. I sat up, breaking this seemingly ongoing kiss, and looked down at him surely with lust in my eyes. Time seemed to be at a stand still. He smiled at me, while his arm extended toward my breast. He took a nipple between his fingers, and gingerly pinched. "Oh, yes Bobby. Don't stop, please don't stop," I moaned as I slid down his stomach. My clit rubbing against his hard muscles driving me wild. I moved onto his cock. My swollen puffy pussy lips engulfing him in a wet warmth. He gasped and moaned with me. It felt inexpressibly fantastic to have him so close. To knew that within minutes I would have him inside of me. Feel him throb inside of me rather than outside. I could barely wait, but I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel-with his hands kneading my breasts, squeezing my nipples, pulling them; they were incredibly hard, and felt outstanding. I wanted to tease him and bring him to a point of desire that he had yet to be. I knew I was close (I'm confident. *S*). I slowly moved back and forth over his pulsating cock, getting it dripping wet. I was so wet, it was audible. I kept moaning, I wanted him to know how good it felt. "Mm, Bobby you feel so good, I want you so much. God, I want to fuck you. I want to feel your hard cock in my tight cunt." My vulgar language was surprising the shit out of him, but he was eating it up. I could feel his hips involuntarily thrust forward whenever I said a particularly nasty comment. I loved it. "Oh, god Bobby, Bobby I can't take it anymore. I have to....ahhhh.." That's when I slid my body up over his rigid cock, and plunged down onto him.... breaking through my hymen. I barely blinked an eye at the pain, it was just another sensation. I held him full engorged in my pussy for a few moments. Just feels him in me. My pussy would spasm around him, and each time he softly moaned. I started to rock up and down over him. I was so tight it was hard to move, even though I was so wet. Oh, I was so wet. My juices were coating each of us. All over his stomach and our thighs, dripping down to his tight sacs. This along with our mutual sweat made it feel sexily smooth as we slid against each other. Then suddenly Bobby pulled himself up, gripping onto me and flipping me onto my back. All he said was, "God, baby you feel so good, I just need to fuck you." I smiled, looking up at him, as he pulled my legs up, and said, "Mm, fuck me hard." With that he started to bury his cock into my cunt. He said he needed to fuck me and that is what he did. He thrust over and over into me. I could hear and feel the slap of his balls against my ass. Over and over, he just kept pushing and pulling out of my body. All I could muster to say or rather scream, was 'yes, yes, yes, yes, yes....fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...' I was trembling. He was quite quiet in comparison to me- Just giving an occasional grunt and moan. It seemed like I had a 30 minute orgasm. It was splendiferous (I needed an out of the ordinary word to really establish this out of this world experience). Finally, when I thought I could not withstand any more, he let go of my legs, which I quickly wrapped around him, leaned forward-starting to shake, rammed his cock to the hilt, and groaned into my ear that he was cumming. I grabbed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, my hips bucking against him, my pussy clenching and convulsing around his spurting cock. I could feel myself grip his pulsating cock as it filled my cunt with his rich creamy cum. Minutes upon minutes passed, and my hips were still occasionally jerking against his groin. He was now kissing my face and neck, tenderly. Whispering sweetness into my ears. I thought I would cry, but I didn't. I smiled, thinking that I had given myself to a guy that I had never even dated. A guy that I had never even kissed until that night. I gave myself to a guy, to a man, that I had loved most of my life. I wrapped myself tightly around him, having had a dream come true, and closed my eyes to dream of more. First Crush I took the soap from him and lathered him up. I played with his nipples, tickling them, them squeezing them. I washed my way to his crotch, I couldn't wait to get a hold of it again. I grabbed it with both soapy hand and tried to give him the best handjob I could. He grabbed at the wall and couldn't catch his breath, I guess he was enjoying it. The water had washed most of the soap off so I leaned in and took a nipple into my mouth. It was the sweetest nub I had ever put into my mouth. I played my tongue over it then bit it gently. I heard his breath hiss in so I sucked it hard between my teeth. His hard muscles twitched beneath my lips. "Andy," he gasped, "finish washing me quick." I gave his other nipple a lick and turned him around with a smile. Quickly I washed his back and his butt. I soaped up my index finger and relished the thought of sticking it into his tight anus. Slowly I entered the warm hole, pushing in and out. He placed both hands against the wall and pushed his butt out at me, trying to meet my strokes. I watched his muscular back ripple as he moved. Each moment was better than the next. I reached around him and grabbed his cock, it throbbed in my hand ready for action. It was when I started massaging his large sack that he started moaning. "Oh god Andy, I feel like I could explode." he reached behind and grabbed my hand to stop it. "Let me have your cock." I pulled my fingers out and felt a small surge of power, he needed my cock. For years I needed his and now it's the other way around, if I was one who enjoyed a power trip I could have used it against him. But why, we wanted each other in the worst way, why stop it? Quickly he was on his knees and stroking my cock. He licked at the head and sent shivers up my body in spite of the warm spray that came down on us. He licked up and down the shaft, round and round. He played with the piece of skin on the under side between the head and shaft before putting it into his mouth. It was heaven. If I could choose my eternity it would be Dell's mouth on my dick. His lips were velvet going up and down my rod, his tongue played with every inch as I sank into the wall behind me. I watched his head go up and down on it still not believing that it was Him who was giving me this fantastic blowjob. Looking up at me, he started licking the shaft and made his way down to my balls. He licked the seam between each nut before taking one into his mouth. He sucked on it and let it fall from his mouth. Then he went to the next one and did the same. I wasn't sure how much more I could stand before I came all over him. He went back to my throbbing rod and sucked on it like he would never have it again(perish the thought). I felt my balls tighten and my whole lower half became tingly. I patted him on the shoulder. "I'm going to come soon," I squeaked out. He pulled off me and smiled. "Not yet, you aren't. Turn around, I want to be inside you." I turned around, half out of my mind in ecstacy. I spread my cheeks as he soaped up and anticipated the momentary pain. With the monster he had swinging between his legs, I could tell it would be a little uncomfortable at first, but the bliss it would be after that. And I wasn't disappointed. He slowly started in and out of my tight ass, it felt so good I didn't want him to stop for anything. Then he started grunting and going faster, harder. He slammed my ass pumping furiously. We both started moaning and grunting. Oh god he was fucking me hard. I felt him tense and I knew he was ready to come. Suddenly I felt the hot fluid splash inside of me. We stood there for a few moments, I was leaning against the wall he leaning against me. He kissed my neck and shoulders panting. He pulled his soft cock out of my ass and I turned around and kissed him. We stood there kissing for awhile enjoying each others bodies. He looked so cute when he was content, soft eyes and a half grin that didn't go away. I was still hot though, I gave him a few minutes to rest before I soaped his dick up again. I needed to suck his cock, I had to be inside him. I soaped him and went to my knees. I wanted to give as good a blowjob as he gave me. I started at his balls, licking and sucking, and made my way up his shaft. I explored every inch of it with my tongue before putting the tip of his cock just barely between my lips. I started sucking just the tip and playing with it with my tongue. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. Very slowly I slid down it. I let my throat and jaw get accustomed to the size as I went going deeper and deeper with it. When he felt the back of my throat he cried out and held my head there for a moment. I came back up for air and then went down on him with a vengeance. I licked and sucked his cock for all I was worth. I sucked and nibbled on his balls while he thrashed around. I slowed down to make sure he didn't come to soon when he tapped my shoulder. I looked up at him and he motioned to look behind me. Reluctantly I relinquished my liplock on him and turned to find Diane standing in the corner furiously rubbing at her pussy. Her face was already flush and but it turned even redder when she opened her eyes and saw us staring at her. Her green tank top was resting above her large round breasts. Her left nipple was an angry red from her pinching and pulling at it. Her shorts were down around her right ankle and she was leaning against the wall still rubbing lazy circles on her wet clit. "Sorry guys, I thought you had already left so I came in to see and...I guess I got pretty horny watching you two go at it. I hope you don't mind, I can leave if you want me to." She looked at us with hope in her eyes that we would let her stay. I looked up at Dell who just shrugged and slowly stroked his cock. I smiled back at her. "I don't think we see any problem with it. Everyone is getting what they want I think." She gave a sly smile and worked harder at her clit. I turned back to Dell and grabbed his balls, he groaned while I sucked at them. Again I took his shaft in my mouth and continued on with the work that I so loved to do. My dream job with my dream man, there was nothing greater. Dell's hips started moving with my rhythm while sucked louder, I think we were both a little excited at having an audience. Dell started bucking harder, fucking my face. He put his hands on the back of my head, meshing his fingers into my hair, he was getting close. I heard the wet sounds of Diane's fingers moving in and out of her pussy, she began to whimper. I knew with all this Dell wouldn't last much longer, and neither would I. I held his hips to get him to slow down. After a minute he stopped and I stood up. "I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you." I kissed him deep, he kissed me back, deeper. "Yes," he breathed. "Fuck me, please." I kissed him again, I thought he was going to swallow my tongue, he was so hot. He turned around as I soaped up my cock. I could here Diane's groans of pleasure. I stole a look back at her just before I aimed for Dell's tight hole. She had two fingers racing in and out of her thick pussy and she was rubbing and pinching furiously and her breasts. I smiled to myself, in a way I was going to be pleasuring two people at the same time. Not bad for an evening. I aimed carefully and slowly entered my head into his warm anus. It was tight, oh boy was it tight. Slowly I went in an inch or two, came out a little and then went in another inch or so. Soon I was hip to cheek with him, all the way in. His muscular butt felt good against my pelvis, his warm skin, the tight muscles; there wasn't anything better than this. When I felt that he was ready I slowly slid back and forth. His groan let me know that he was enjoying this as much as I was. I couldn't last too much longer with this slow pace, I could feel the warmth of his tight anus and the minute movements of his muscles. I started pumping like mad, I wanted to cum, badly. And so did Dell, he took my hand from off his hip and put it on his monster organ. I stroked with as much vigor as I was giving to his ass. I felt my knees go weak and my balls tighten I was going to cum. I held it as long as I could but the pleasure was too much, I let it go and gave him such a gusher that I was afraid I was going to fill him up completely. With my cum in his ass he was ready himself. Quickly I popped out of him and cried out, "Wait, I want to taste it. Cum in my mouth." He grunted an affirmative and swiveled around. I put my mouth on his cock as he stroked it and instantly I tasted the salty-sweet of his ambrosia. It hit the back of my throat and I drank as much as I could but I felt some flow down my chin. He went on longer than I did, I thought he would never stop, but when he did I quickly stood up to give him a taste before it all washed off my face from the water. His tongue bored into my mouth, he wanted some of the good stuff. We held each other and kissed. After a minute we returned back to earth enough to hear Diane's quick breathing. We turned to look and she had two fingers darting in and out of her wet snatch and her right hand was a blur over her swelled clit. She whimpered in a soft and high pitched voice, "Oh god, oh god, oh god." Then with a shriek she came, her hands and forearms became drenched and her knees buckled. She held onto the walls for support as she panted. I put my head on his shoulder as we watched her and stole occasional kiss. We all had smiles on our faces. This was one perma-grin that wasn't going away anytime soon. Diane licked at the juices off her fingers as we rinsed off. The water started to turn cold so we turned it off. "Same time next week?" Diane said as she picked up her drenched shorts and panties off the floor. "Sure," Dell and I said simultaneously. I was going to really love Sunday workouts.