'In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.'
"Welcome to my pleasure-dome."
Carmen giggled and Peter asked if she would like a drink. She said she would and he walked over to a the remains of the six pack and extracted another can. He stood and turned to face her in time to she her lift her arms and in one fluid motion removed her tank top. He felt light headed, like a school boy seeing her body glow in the dim light of the red coals. No words came to his open mouth. All was silent save for the sound of the waves on the beach 200 yards away and the rustle the leaves in top branches catching the wind. Then. PFFSST, Peter opened the Leinenkugel and grinned. He handed Carmen the beer and slipped out of his shoes and onto the wide blanket.
Standing next to her, she reach up and started to unbutton his plaid flannel camping shirt. She said, "You are over dressed," as she kissed his hairy chest under each button. As the trail of kisses descended, his excitement ascended. At his navel, her tongue darted in and out, tickling it and leaving a light trace of her warmth. After the last button was undone, she moved her hands up, under his shirt along his chest, following up to where his arms met his chest. Here she gently pushed the shirt over his right shoulder and kissed that junction of arm and torso. Running her tongue along the it inner recesses. A moan escaped Peters parted lips, his desire becoming more uncontrollable. Carmen moved to his left shoulder and gave it the same pleasure. Holding him close by pulling his shirt behind him and down his arms her lips moved down the front of his chest. First to his right nipple that she teased and tickled mercilessly. Next she did the same for his left nipple. Moving down his stomach she pulled his shirt lower behind his back and again kissed his navel. Peter was having trouble standing, trouble concentrating, his member aching madly in his shorts.
Carmen's left hand pulled his shirt to his wrists and bunched it there, limiting the movement of his arms, while with her right hand she unsnapped and unzipped his shorts. With a tug on his underwear, she released his manhood that stood erect pointing to the North Star. She grinned and pulled his shorts and underwear down a little further. Then her right hand ran up and down the length of his shaft and down and around his balls. Peter was being driven insane with pleasure. More moans escaped his mouth as his hips moved uncontrollably. Peter looked down to see he lips engulf the swollen head of his cock. The warmth of her mouth and her hand messaging the sensitive spot behind his balls was nearly too much. His mind pounded with delight as he groaned. Then she stood up kissed him. He could taste himself on her lips and their tongues wrestled. As she said, "I want to feel you inside of me," she lower him to the ground, controlling him with his shirt.
She effortlessly undid the tie of her wrap-around skirt with her right hand and it fell freely to the ground reveling red silk underwear. Peter's cock pointed directly up at red silk panties, as on a mission to probe. Then Carmen's right hand pulled her panties to the side exposing a portion of her shaved self. In the light coals the clean shaven mound of flesh looked red and inflamed with desire. He leaned forward as much as she would allow and extended his tongue to touch it. His face moved up and touched her shaved bush and his tongue rested over its goal. He could feel the heat and moisture. His tongue glided in and could feel that small button of flesh that can give so much pleasure. His tongue cupped it. Feeling its heat and the wet sides of the smooth skin pressing in on it. Enjoying the moment his tongue rested there and then started to make small circular motions. Now it was Carmen's turn to moan and as she held his head close to her, he slide his tongue as deeply into her as possible. After this far reach into her with his tongue, he pulled it back to that pleasure button and resumed the circular motions. Then again he pushed his tongue as deeply as he could into her, hearing her gasp, feeling her hot desire, and the hard cut of his teeth across the back of his tongue as it strained to go deeper. Then back to circles. After several cycles of this Carmen's moans were increasing and her pelvis moving.
With her free hand she pulled Peter's head back and slid her dripping wet vagina over his chin, down his throat and chest, to his waiting erection. As she did this her abdomen and breasts followed the wet trail her loins had left and his tongue traced a path along her body as she descended. When her body reached he aching cock she paused her descent and held herself over him for what seemed like an eternity. Teasing him, as her juices ran onto his swollen head. She eased herself down, her body swallowing his head and then stopping again. Peter and Carmen stared into each other's eye, glowing red hot in the light of the fire, touching one another's souls. After another eternity, she settled down on his hard shaft. They rocked back and forth, slowly, in rhythm to magical music that only they could hear. Back and forth they rocked, the tempo building. Their breathing was synchronized and increase as was their passion. Then Carmen pulled his shirt off Peter's wrists, releasing his arms. He wrapped his arms around her holding her close, feeling her body heat, her breathing next to his ear, the beating of her heart next to his chest. Peter buried his head in the nape of her neck, his right hand moved up to run his fingers through her hair and his left hand moved to back of her hips to hold her close. The rhythm still increased. Their union mounted in excitement.
Then Peter carefully shifted and rolled Carmen onto her back. As he did this he moved his arms under her legs and supported her knees. He rose to his knees lifting her legs with him so he remained inside her, penetrating deeper. With her back on the ground and legs over his bent arms and butt in the air, the pressure inside her was moved forward onto the illusive area that could drive her wild. He pushed in and out of her to the rhythm of her moans and moved his right hand over her leg toward her secret place. Rocking in and out of her, he ran his fingers over her smooth mons, feeling the soft flesh and the silk of her panties. The rhythm increased as his hand moved lower, to come to rest on the special button of flesh his tongue and caressed what seemed like a lifetime before. Sliding in and out, he could feel his shaft just below his searching fingers, as the started to circle her pleasure spot to its rhythm. Their heat eclipsed that of the campfire. No longer could they hear the sound of the waves or the wind. The stars no longer existed to them. They were the center of the universe, the only beings melting into a single force. Then that force was too much for them to contain. It flowed from him into her. A gush of energy and fluid. Her body responded gripping him tighter, pulling him deeper, she moaned and her body wreathed as she was overcome with pleasure. Their ecstasy together flowed between them and Peter eased her body to the ground. They were exhausted from the experience. They breathed heavily, smiling at one another, knowing one another as only two people can who have shared such an experience.
They lay in the warmth of the coals and gazed up at the night sky. The moon had set and the stars ruled the sky. Then they saw a shooting star together. Peter thought again of the first shooting star he had seen that night and how much he had changed in those few hours. The look at one another, kissed. Without saying a word they rose and Peter lead them to tent with its waiting sleeping bag. They shed all their cloths and wiggled in. They embraced their skin in warm, smooth contact. Peter was erect again as they kissed deeply, his manhood found where it wanted to go and glided into her warm, wet womanhood.
Their rhythm started again.
The Recruitor - Backwards
I am a successful human resource consultant – recruiter to most people. I have worked and trained hard to get to my current position – senior recruiter for a major management only niche firm with seventeen other people. The boss and his wife have become good friends over the years and I enjoy working here. About six years ago I met and married my husband Will who works as an executive in a computer hardware distributor here in town. We do not have children as Will had been married before and decided not to have any more. He had a vasectomy rather than put his wife through surgery. I consid
er myself a consummate professional, faithful wife, and good friend to my neighbor Sharon and my boss's wife Tina. My sex life could be better as Will works long hours and so do I, but he is an ardent, although somewhat traditional lover.
Tina and I had shared girl talk over the years on our various "girl's night out" where we would generally drink a little too much. She told me, much to my surprise, that Craig (her husband and my boss) was a player. She was sure he had never done anything in the office because she knows he would have been after me in a flash and I would have told her. But she knows and they have come to an arrangement. He gets to keep his balls, his company and his lifestyle as long as he is discrete and comes home at night. She, on the other hand, also gets free rein to play. She told me she had met this guy on the internet who lived 100 miles away and they would occasionally hook up near him. They had joined a swingers club as a couple. It wasn't something I thought I could ever do nor would I ever want to have sex outside my marriage.
So what happened that day came as a complete surprise to me. I had this appointment with a candidate named Jack. When he was shown into my office I was speechless. Not only was he gorgeous and built nicely, but he carried himself with confidence and calm. My physical reaction was my pussy got soaked. It was all I could do to stay focused. My hormones went to rage and were knocking on my mind. That had never, ever happened to me by looking at a guy – not even my husband.
I hadn't paid any attention to my foot position and one of them cramped up horribly. He asked me to let him help and got down on the floor, removed my shoe and worked some magic at my instep and the pain went away. He also, with no help from me, got a pretty good look at my legs. My skirt was a full length button up the front type and was open about halfway up my leg. His lifting of my leg had forced the skirt apart and gave him a pretty good view of my leg and thigh. The skirt was riding up my leg but I made no attempt to change that. My legs are one of my best features and somehow I didn't care about him getting a good look. I wanted him to see them. I was ashamed of being so wanton but I couldn't help it. My panties were soaked.
"You're amazing. That was so great. How I can I thank you" I said looking at him with a grin on my face that I couldn't control. I hurriedly pulled my leg away.
"Find me a job – as a consultant or permanent" was his answer.
"Let's see what we can do. I should be back to you in a couple of days." I said trying to get control of myself. I know I was a little rude but I dismissed him quickly – way too quickly. I was curious about this man.
That night when I got home after a dinner with Tina I collapsed into bed exhausted. I had told her about my reaction to Jack and she just chuckled like a schoolmarm at my naiveté. Will was at a convention in Atlanta with his sales manager and two other people from the company for two weeks and so I had the house to myself. What a treat, I thought. I quickly undressed and drew a hot bath with beads and just relaxed into the feeling of warmth. But my mind was still very active – I couldn't get Jack out of my mind. Totally involuntarily, once again my body started betraying me, I started rubbing myself and pushing my clit harder and harder. Out of nowhere I came with a slam. So much for a relaxing bath.
But I was still horney as hell. I dried off and went to bed with two of my favorite toys – my 14 inch rubber dick and my anal vibrator - two things Will would never have believed I owned yet alone used. I stuck the tiny vibrator into my anus and turned up the volume. I plunged the dildo into my pussy without so much as a warmup. I was absolutely flowing with juices in there. I really don't know what came over me but I just rammed that dildo in and out as hard and as fast as my arms would let me. Between the buzz in my ass and the thing in my pussy, I must have come five times. Incredible for "one time" Irene. Needless to say I didn't sleep very well that night. I kept dreaming about Jack.
We had been contacted by a client looking for a manager for one of their regions. The job description fit Jack to a tee so I called him in for an interview with the client. "I don't want to accept any calls while I get the candidate prepped for his interview" I said to the receptionist as she closed the door. I was wearing a white semi-sheer button-down blouse and a tight blue skirt. Jack and I chatted about the client for a while. I had been sporting a headache and neck ache all day from all the straining of pounding my pussy so hard every night. So when the client called to say he was going to be a little late, I got a little forward with Jack. I asked him to do me a favor:
"I was really impressed with your foot thing. I could use your magic hands again. I have this knot in my neck and it's really beginning to hurt. I'm getting a pretty bad headache. Could you do something with it, please?"
"Open the top two buttons of your blouse so I can get at your neck and shoulder. Doing it through the shirt won't work" he said and came around to sit on my side of the desk. I turned around in my chair and bent my head all the way back looking up at him upside down. 'What the hell' I thought and unbuttoned the top three just to give him a little show of my cleavage. I was already wet when he walked in the room. I was going to have a tough time in the interview staying focused. I slid down a little in the chair to have my tight skit ride up my legs and give him that show as well. His hands were amazing.
"This will hurt at first, but by the time you count to ten, you will feel a lot better" he explained softly.
I giggled: "Get another line!"
"Why should I if it works. You doing OK? I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"A little, but I don't care. It feels so good it must be illegal. Please don't say anything, just do your magic." I moaned and sighed from time to time as he worked my neck and shoulder.
I whispered "Ohhhhh my god that feels good." The sense of touch on my body was so sensitive to him that I had a little orgasm. When I did I sat up like a bolt.
"I think we might have crossed a line there – don't you?"
"I was only trying to help my favorite recruiter so she could find me a good job" he responded. "After all she has a big meeting for me soon!" I wasn't hearing to well as my pussy was pulsing and my panties were soaking wet.
"Well, OK then." I straightened up my blouse and my skirt and slid under my desk to cover. For a minute I thought he was sprouting a hardon but I wasn't sure. Was he as lustful for me as I was for him I wondered? We completed the interview but the client didn't want him.
I went home to an empty house again that night and made myself a salad for dinner. I just wasn't hungry, but I was cold. It had gotten nasty and wet so I went to my husbands sock draw to get a pair of his wool socks. When I pulled a pair out there was a video tape stuck inside them – one of those small digital ones like we used in our video camera. That was strange because we had a storage place downstairs. I decided that I needed to know what was on the tape that Will didn't want me to see so I put into the VCR and hit play. I was in for a rude surprise.
The video started off with just a body shot of a woman in a silk robe that ended about mid-thigh. She was dancing and swaying and teasing with the robe. She would turn around and open the robe and lower it to her waist so the camera got a great picture of her nude back and ass. The she turned around and gave the camera a full frontal – her tits were not large but very upturned and she was completed shaved. She danced for a while all this time not showing her face. Then she pointed to the side and dropped her robe completely. The camera panned to the right and there was a bed. She got up on the bed and that's when I saw it was Sharon, my neighbor and best friend. She got up on the bed, spread her legs and started playing with her pussy. The camera panned down and showed a very erect dick and then back to Sharon real going at herself with three fingers up her pussy.
The video ended and restarted with Sharon over the edge of the bed and a man pounding away at her. The camera was obviously on a table. When the man came inside her, he leaned over. I was stunned. It was my husband Will who had been fucking my friend. I was destroyed by the sight and quickly turned off the video. My husband and my best
friend. I cried for a while and then I got angry – really angry because I realized that the bed was my bed and the robe was mine as well. That bitch had used my stuff and fucked my husband. I didn't know who was I was more mad at.
I went rummaging through my husband's drawers and found three more tapes with Sharon and one with Sheilah, the company's sales manager– and worse they were at a show together and probably fucking their brains out. Sheilah was a real slut because she was taking on Will and another fellow and the camera was obviously hand held, so there must have been a third person. What I could not get my mind around, was how aroused I had become watching these tapes. I grabbed my big rubber friend and really worked up a sweat pounding into my pussy until I couldn't take any more. And then I cried myself to sleep.
I called in sick the next day and watched them again and again. All day I watched those videos and pounded my pussy and my ass with my toys until I was so sore I thought another time wouldn't be possible. But a little KY and I was in business. I must have cum thirteen times that day. I hadn't eaten or had anything to drink. I was so totally immersed in the porno tapes of my friend and my husband that I couldn't help myself – and something broke in me. I finally fell asleep about midnight and dreamed something for me - Jack fucking me stupid. The next day at work I talked to Tina about what I had found. She consoled me as best as she could and offered simple advise – "what is good for the goose... is good for the gander."
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