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Mrs. Chamberlain

By: pretty_randy



Authors note: I would like to thank Katrina_Coronado for editing this story. Without her patience and insistence that punctuation be absolutely correct, I would have submitted something not worth reading. I hope you enjoy my first submission.

Disclaimer: This is a work of sexual fiction; use of condoms, getting tested, and use of birth control may not be described or mentioned in this fantasy story but in real life, of course, one would practice safe sex.

All characters in this story are fictitious and of legal age. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have edited this story and resubmitted it in the Mature category. Please comment and vote.

Mrs. Chamberlain

I was in town standing as the best man in the wedding of an Army buddy of mine. The happy couple had gone up to their suite and the party was winding down. I had just finished all of the requisite best man duties and found a seat facing the bar when I caught a glimpse of who, in my mind, was the woman that had haunted my dreams for years.

I was sure my eyes were telling me a lie as I was taken back to a recurring daydream that centered on a certain English teacher whose class I had taken as a junior in high school. It was American Literature and it was required for graduation. I didn't do particularly well in the class, as there were too many distractions.

Foremost among them was Mrs. Chamberlain, who sat at the front of the class on a stool with her hose clad legs crossed, wearing a skirt that always fit her ass perfectly and a sweater that accentuated her ample breasts. She drove all the boys wild with lust.

My dream was always the same:

Mrs. Chamberlain was seated on the stool, legs open in invitation, with her panties hanging on one ankle. I was on my knees, feasting ravenously on her pussy. She was holding me by the ears, grinding her sex into my face, whimpering just before she climaxed, and nearly smothering me in the process. She would then pull me up to a standing position and I would fuck her while the entire class cheered us on.

I came out of my reverie just as the object of my dream waved at me to come to her.

I took a moment to compose myself and stood.

She was at the bar seated beside Linda, the mother of the bride. She was wearing a knee length skirt, hose with flats, and a tight fitting sweater: a vision straight out of my spank bank.

As I approached, she began to smile.

When I got close enough, as if she actually knew my thoughts, she grinned and said, "Hey soldier, are you well? You looked as if you were 1,000 miles away and the look on your face reminded me of the big, bad wolf. Were you thinking about eating me?"

"Barb!!" Linda admonished, "Leave him alone! He must be exhausted and in no mood for your antics."

Barb? Mrs. Chamberlain's name is Barb? I thought to myself and, at that moment, I realized that it was the woman of my dreams before me.

I arrived at the bar, smiling, with my eyes locked on Barb. Linda introduced me as Randy, explaining that the groom and I are stationed together, "This is my sister Barb."

"Hello. I'm pleased to meet you" I replied. I told the ladies that I was going to get a beer and asked if I could order for them also. They said I could. Barb was drinking an Amaretto Sour and Linda wanted a Screwdriver. I moved down the bar some to speak with the barman and I overheard the ladies whispering just a bit too loudly.

Linda said, "He cuts an impressive figure, doesn't he?"

"Why yes," Barb replied, fidgeting, "Impressive indeed."

When I returned with our drinks, Barb asked, "Sergeant isn't it?"

"Yes ma'am," I replied, "Sergeant First Class, three chevrons up, two rockers down," pointing to my sleeve. I was wearing the alternate Army dress uniform. Standard issue is green, but the groom and I opted for our blues for the wedding. The ladies always respond to the blues.

Barb said, "You sure have a lot of pretty ribbons and medals on your chest. How many do you have?"

I commented that I wasn't sure about exactly how many I had, but I pointed to a few of the important ones and named them. I told her that as a person stays in the service, the medals accumulate and that some of them are harder to come by than others. Barb touched my Air Assault Badge and gave me an inquisitive look. I gave her the condensed version of 'I exit helicopters before they land.' Sensing that she was not satisfied with that answer I told her that sometimes I must repel out of an airborne helicopter to get to my objective.

"Ooohhh," both women said in unison.

They pointed to my Sharpshooter and Expert Badges and I told them that those were for weapons qualifications. "One is for Expert in Bayonet and Hand Grenade, the other is for Sharpshooter with the M-16," I winked at them and said, "I missed Expert by one shot." They laughed.

"What about this one?" Linda asked, tapping me on the left shoulder.

I chuckled, "That is my Sapper Tab. That one I earned with sweat and sacrifice." I told them that I was in a Combat Engineering Battalion and that we do things that the average soldier doesn't do, like exiting perfectly functioning airborne aircraft and clearing obstacles.

We made small talk for about a half hour and then Linda excused herself to attend to mother of the bride duties. As she left, I told her goodnight and took her place at the bar. Barb leaned in close, rubbing the inside of my thigh, and said, "You truly look impressive in that uniform."

I thanked her and, before I could respond in kind, she asked if I would dance with her. Of course I agreed. I don't dance well, but that fact proved to be unimportant.

We made our way to the dance floor and found plenty of space among the other couples. When the next song began we embraced and started swaying slowly to the beat. After two songs, I loosened up and became a bit more forward. "You look absolutely stunning, Barb. Other than the bride, you are the prettiest lady here." I inhaled, my nose at her ear, and I momentarily lost myself. "Whatever scent you are wearing smells exquisite on you...You are a vision straight out of a dream..." Realizing that I had spoken aloud, I left it at that. Soon enough, the swaying turned to grinding as she squeezed my biceps and ran her hands up and down my back. After a few more three-minute songs she told me that she had had enough dancing. She led me back to the bar after firmly squeezing my ass.

Seated again, she leaned in and cooed, "Thank you for the dance."

"Thank you, beautiful. I think every guy here wants to kick my ass now," I replied. Grinning ear to ear, I finished my now warm beer.

She stuck out her tongue, smiled appreciatively, and finished her drink. "Phew, it's been a long day.... I think I'm going to turn in."

Disappointed, I said. "Thank you for the company and the dance. Goodnight." Being the gentleman, I stood when she did. Then, Barb moved close, leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, and palmed my ass again after giving me a hug. Humming a tune I did not recognize she turned and began moving to the exit, but then stopped and looked over her shoulder, "Would you mind walking me to the elevator?"

"Not at all!" I almost shouted as I went to her, stumbling in my haste.

Giggling at my goofiness, she put her arm in mine and pulled me close. She leaned her head on my shoulder and hummed as we walked. Once we got to the elevator, as there were no other options, I pushed the 'Up' button. The door opened. She looked at me and said, "I'm on 14, how about you?"

Unenthusiastically, I replied, "I'm crashing at a buddies place tonight."

"Hmmm...Walk me to my room?" she asked shamelessly. "With all these drunks around, a girl might not be safe."

"Sure," I replied. "I'll keep you safe," hoping beyond hope for the impossible.

Is this really happening? I thought as the elevator door closed.

The light for floor 14 illuminated and the bell went 'ding'. When the elevator car came to a stop, the door opened. She handed me the key card and said, "We're on the left, all the way to the end of the hall, room 1440."

"After you," I answered, gesturing with my arm.

I followed behind just far enough to get a good look at her ass swishing back and forth, and was almost instantly hard.

We arrived at her room and I swiped the card through the reader. The light flashed green and I heard the mechanism actuate. I turned the handle and pushed. She grabbed my hand and tugged at me, pulling me into the room. Before I could react she reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and aggressively kissed me. I was now most definitely erect. She broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes and said, "You may stay here tonight... if you want."

Looking all about, I scanned the room. No bar stool, but the desk looked solid and would be of sufficient height. I squatted a bit, grabbed her by the ass, and lifted. She tightened her grip around my neck and moaned as I duck-walked toward the desk, depositing her there. Once firmly seated she wrapped her legs around me, dug her heels into my ass, and squeezed, pulling me against her. She began to grind against my erection, causing both of us to moan. My hands immediately made their way to her waist and I began to remove her sweater: over her head it went. I softly, gently caressed her ribs; up, then down, and back again.

On the next trip up her torso my hands made their way to her back and found no bra clasp. Hmmmm, it must be a front loader. Ever so slowly, I followed her bra forward and cupped her breasts firmly. Caressing them, I found the clasp, manipulated my fingers just so; pinching and twisting, until her bra separated.

"Mmmmm...," she purred.

I caressed her breasts. Damn they're firm... just as I had always imagined. In my excitement I got uncomfortably warm and, with reluctance, broke the spell to remove my coat. She grabbed my tie and undid it, then unbuttoned my collar and each button in succession. She pulled my shirt out of my trousers and slid it off of my shoulders. Next, she removed my undershirt while I struggled out of my Corfam™ shoes. We embraced and kissed again, our tongues dueling as my hands made their way to palm her breasts again. I caught her tongue in my lips and sucked it while I rolled her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She moaned. Her hands kneaded my back muscles and slowly made their way down, caressing me as they went. With our tongues still dueling, she worked her fingertips under my trousers and found that one ticklish spot right where my lower back and buttocks join. She made little circles over it. I squirmed and groaned and ground myself onto her. She giggled then moved her hands to my belt-buckle, deftly undoing it. She finally unfastened my trousers and let gravity take them to the floor. I stepped out of them as she groped my ass and I was now standing before her in just my socks and underwear.

Barb wrapped her legs around me and once again pulled me close. The feel of her stockings on my skin was exquisite and I could feel the heat of her sex grinding against me. I moved my mouth to her ear, brushing her scented hair aside. I exhaled, my breath tickling her, and she sighed. I kissed her there, then down her neck to her collar bone. I licked and nibbled and eventually made my way first to one breast then the other. I took my time with each, trying to not favor just one. Slowly, I kissed down over her ribs to her abdomen and swirled my tongue in her belly button. She exhaled hoarsely and bucked.

My hands moved to her thighs and I worked them under her skirt. She lifted up and I pushed it up around her waist. My dream was about to come to fruition: I had her trembling on the edge of the desk, topless, with her skirt bunched around her waist and legs clad only in stockings, a garter belt, and panties.

I got on my knees and rubbed my cheek on her stocking, praying that my five o'clock shadow wouldn't snag and cause a run. I continued running my cheek up her leg from her toes to her garter clasp, first up one side then the other. I stopped with my nose centered on her sex, which was hidden behind her damp panties. I inhaled deeply and sighed. The musky scent brought back every fantastic dream I had ever had of her and I instantly recalled every time I had masturbated to this exact scenario. I moved to kiss her inner thigh, right above her stocking top, and ran the flat of my tongue up to the crotch of her panties. She squirmed and held her breath until I ran my tongue over her sex, soaking the cotton and making her moan loudly. My hands moved to the top elastic of her panties and my fingers hooked inside. She lifted up, allowing me to pull them down. They slid down her legs and I left them dangling on her left ankle.

Her sex was finally fully exposed to me. I nibbled my way from the hose tops to the crease just above the top of her thigh and stopped short of her dripping pussy. I blew my hot breath on her steamy sex.

"Please, stop teasing me."

I smiled and buried my nose and tongue inside her, moaning. The tangy taste was more exquisite than I had ever imagined. I licked from the top of her slit to the bottom and then slowly back up after flattening my tongue for the return journey. She grabbed me by the ears, lifted up slightly, and thrust her hips forward. She moaned long and slow and then leaned back, encouraging me to continue.

I took my time licking up and down her juicy peach. I nibbled first on one side then the other, paying equal attention to both. She was panting now, her abdomen heaving.

After enough teasing, I zeroed in on her clit and began assaulting it with my tongue, drawing circles and licking it from its base to its tip and back again. Eventually, I sucked it between my pursed lips and flicked rapidly, repeatedly, and authoritatively with my tongue. Her thighs began to tremble, her abs spasmed, and she thrust her hips at me. Using her thighs and hands, she held me firmly in place. She wailed as her orgasm overtook her and I continued to assail her clit. Finally, she calmed and went limp. I relented.

Once her breathing had become less ragged, she pulled me to my feet and kissed me. She then began to lick her own nectar from my face. When she was satisfied that I was clean, she put her feet on the floor, nudged me back, and stood. She wrapped her arms under mine and caressed my back, kneading my muscles and cooing. She explored me with her hands and kissed her way down my front, teasing my belly button with her tongue. She licked and sucked my skin, before settling fully on her knees and kneading my ass, whispering, "Mmm....So firm."

She looked up at me and smiled. Grabbing the bulge in my shorts, she traced the outline of my manhood fully to my balls. She then cupped my sack and firmly squeezed. I was in heaven. Still cupping me, she lightly bit the tip of my pulsing cock and, using the flat of her tongue, licked my entire length. After a short pause, she looked up at me as if asking for permission. I nodded, pleading with my eyes for her to continue.

She hooked her fingers in the elastic and pulled down slowly. Once clear of the confining material, my cock sprang upward. It slapped against my belly and barely missed hitting her in the face. She inhaled sharply and I heard her mutter, "Oh my goodness." She smiled and wrapped both hands around my throbbing manhood. She jacked up and down from the bottom to the tip twice and then moved one hand to cup my balls. She squeezed firmly and pulled downward just a bit. It felt wonderful.

She kissed the tip and, in unison, we both sighed. She licked from the tip all the way to the balls, humming the entire time. In turn, she sucked both balls one at a time into her mouth and tongued them.

I thought I might cum right then and there.

She placed the tip back in her mouth and swirled her tongue, eventually taking about half of me in her mouth. I heard her say, "Jesus, this is thick." She kissed and licked the entire length a few times, making me slick with saliva. As she licked, she slowly jacked my full length, applying the appropriate squeezing technique at the base in order to stave off premature ejaculation. When she sensed that continuing would result in my eruption, she slowly stood and pushed me onto the bed.

I sat down, pulled her to me and began worshiping her breasts with my lips and tongue. I squeezed her nipples between my lips and sucked, swirling my tongue on them. All the while, I was kneading her ass with my hands. Having grown frustrated that the skirt was impeding my progress, I spun her around to face away from me and fumbled with the snap and zipper. Finally unfastened, I ran the zipper down and let it fall. When she stepped out of it, I pulled her down so she landed on my lap. My cock jutted up between her legs and was seated up against, but not inside, her hot slit. She wiggled her ass as I played with her breasts, kissed her ears, and nibbled her nape. If possible, I swear she got even wetter.

I stood us both up and spun her around to face me. She lifted one leg and I grabbed her by the ass. She then lifted the other leg and I held her as she ground her wet sex on mine. I still had not penetrated her and I was eager to remedy that. I turned to face the bed and deposited her on it, tumbling with her. We made our way to the center where she locked her arms around my neck and dug her heels into my buttocks. I was positioned above her, with the tip of my cock at her excited entrance. She pulled my head to her mouth and whispered into my ear, "Please, do it."

I turned my head to at her and saw the lust in her eyes. "I need this too, but I don't have a condom."

While trying to spear herself on my eager member, she told me, "I'm clean and can't make babies, so if you're clean, then we're good." She ground her hot sex against my erect cock, wetting the tip, "We both obviously want this." Giggling she looked downward to our union, smiling, and continued, "And we're already naked." She shifted her gaze to look me in the eyes, "So, what do you say?"

She made a convincing argument: Going bareback with her was going to complicate things for me but as I was disease free and already positioned with the tip of my cock spreading her petals, I went for it and applied a bit of forward pressure. She was tight and I saw some trepidation in her eyes. But then she nodded her ascent and I entered her. She breathed out and I stopped. I withdrew some and then nudged forward. I did this repeatedly, until I was fully seated in her tight, hot tunnel. She pushed against me, panting. Damn she's tight. I closed my eyes and concentrated on not cumming. Once the threat of my orgasm had subsided, I withdrew and reseated myself.

She voiced her approval.

Three more times I did this and her voice grew louder with each thrust. Her hands moved from my neck, tickling their way down my back and settled on my ass. Aided by her heels, she pulled my hips tight against her. She looked me in the eyes, pleadingly, and said, "I need to cum. Use this cock to make me cum!" I decided that I was going to do exactly that.

She groaned when I pulled out of her. I grabbed a pillow and placed it under her ass. With her hips rolled more upright, I once again filled her eager pussy. Sliding into her molten core in one thrust, I assumed a push up position above her and started to pump my cock in and out. She closed her eyes and uttered, "Yes," with each thrust.

She pushed her pelvis upward, grinding on me and beginning to hyperventilate, she pulled me down onto her; my upper body flat against hers. My ear was at her mouth and between gasps she told me, "Right there,... I'm there,... I'm cumming!... Don't stop!" She screamed. I was now sweating from the workout and my constant thrusting had her continuing to plead, "Don't stop!" She began to writhe even more as I slammed my cock balls-deep several times. Her entire body was taut and I knew that she was on the verge of orgasm again. As I wanted to tease her and postpone her release, I paused. She groaned and I resumed hammering home. After a few quick thrusts, I again stopped. I saw the frustration in her face and she groaned again. I followed this pause with one long, slow stroke, withdrawing almost fully, and then slamming forward as far as I could go.


Mrs. Chamberlain Ch. 02



Thanks to rexbrookdale, his help editing this story is much appreciated. I hope you enjoy it. Your constructive feedback and vote are always appreciated.

Disclaimer: This is a work of sexual fiction; use of condoms, getting tested, and use of birth control may not be described or mentioned in this fantasy story but in real life, of course, one would practice safe sex. 

All characters in this story are fictitious and of legal age. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Randy had just awoken from a restful sleep with a raging case of morning wood and had to piss most urgently. He extricated himself from the embrace of a very soft and warm bedmate and made his way to the bathroom. He took his time starting a pot of the coffee that the hotel provides while waiting for his hardon to subside, for as we all know, one cannot piss through a hardon.

He had taken leave and driven into town to serve as the best man in the wedding of an Army buddy. The plan had been to stay with Dave, a friend from home who had moved to this city upon his discharge from the Air Force. That plan had been altered the night before when he stumbled upon the gorgeous woman who had haunted his dreams for years, and who was presently in his shirt, keeping the bed warm.

Randy relieved himself and as the coffee began to brew, he phoned Dave to let him know that he would be delayed.

"No shit," Dave had said. "What gives?"

Randy told him that the wedding had gone as planned and so had the reception, until he met Barb, the aforementioned bedmate. He told Dave about how their paths had crossed in the bar downstairs during the reception, that they had danced a few times, that one thing led to the other, and they had ended up spending the night together. He also mentioned that his plans might change, and that he would get back with him once he figured out what the day was to bring.

After hanging up, Randy became aware of his relative state of undress and called the front desk to ask to have a bellman sent up.

The coffee finished brewing and he poured a cup. Shortly after his first sip, the bellman knocked. Randy answered the door and explained that he needed the bags in his pickup. He described the truck, gave the bellman the tag number and the keys, and tipped him twenty bucks. In no time flat, he returned with Randy's bags. Randy thanked him and locked the door after hanging up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. 

As he removed his shaving kit, Barb's sleepy voice asked, "Do I smell coffee?" He heard the rustle of the bed sheets and caught her in my peripheral vision.

"Yes, would you like some?"

"Not yet." 

It's not hard to maintain discipline given military training. Still, it was a little difficult to continue his usual routine with such a tousled, soft bedmate in close proximity. He made his way into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and shaved. He started the shower and then went back to the dresser to set out some clean clothes.

He heard her ask, "Why are you up so early?"

"I have a habit of rising early and I usually work out first thing," he answered in between swipes with the razor across his stubble. "This morning, though, I'm forgoing the workout, since we've already exercised." He rinsed and turned to look at her through the open bathroom door, smiling.

She stuck her tongue out and smiled back, then arched and stretched again. 

Randy thought, She looks better in my shirt than I ever will.

He got in the shower and began to lather up. Hearing her come in and use the toilet, he braced for the abrupt change in hot water temperature that always comes after the flush. It was a pleasant surprise when the water did not change; furthermore, Barb peered around the shower curtain and asked if she could join him. He gave her a most enthusiastic, "By all means, please do." 

She stepped in and positioned herself facing away from him under the spray, nudging him smilingly out from under the warm cascade. He began to lather her up, soaping her back and paying special attention to her toned ass. Reaching around her, he began at the top again, lathering up her perky breasts, paying them more attention than he had her ass. He rolled her hard nipples between his thick thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan, and soaped his way down her abdomen to settle on her wet pussy. His soapy fingers followed the streams of water down through her pubic hair and rubbed between the folds of her slick sex. She moaned and backed into his erection. He pulled her tightly against himself and kissed her ears and neck while playing with her nether lips. Brushing her wet hair aside with his nose and cheek, he kissed her nape while his fingers circled her clit. Her skin became covered in goose bumps and she pushed back against him urgently, moaning as she shuddered in orgasm. For several minutes they stood pressed against each other under the warm stream of water, his arms around her, holding her until she calmed. 

He lovingly shampooed her hair and massaged her scalp, lathered her again with soap from top to bottom and then rinsed her off, paying attention to all parts of her.

His turn was next. She took the soap, turned him to face away from her, and began to wash his back. She took her time washing his shoulders and laterals and finally, worked her way down to his muscled ass. Once satisfied that he was sufficiently sudsy, she turned him around to face her and lathered up his chest, playing her hands over his pectorals and then running them downward to trace the lines etched into his abs, tickling and teasing as she went. Soon, she made her way to his very erect cock. Wrapping both hands around him, she soaped his member up and began to slowly masturbate him. One hand moved to lightly squeeze his balls; he moaned and his cock jumped and pulsed, causing her to smile and giggle. He was leaking copious precum by the time the soap was washed off. 

He felt her lips on his neck and collarbone, and then down his torso. She settled on her knees, and began groping and massaging his ass, then moved her hands to his front side. "This thing is so hard and thick," she said, looking up while fondling his cock with both hands, and then expertly delivered a slow, sensuous blowjob. She kissed and licked his length, swirling her tongue around and over the head, paying special attention to the leaking slit. 

Placing the entire head in her hot mouth, she hollowed her cheeks, sucking and using her tongue, sliding more and more of him into her mouth. She took him in her mouth as far as she could and then backed off, teasing the tip, then took some more, going farther each time until she gagged and had to back off again. Each time, she increased the intensity and speed of her hands, jacking the full length of him. 

A tingling feeling deep in Randy's balls signaled his impending eruption. He began to pump in and out of her mouth, and when she took him as deep as he had ever been and held him there, he moaned. She started jacking him with increased speed and grip strength, looking up into his eyes as if pleading for him to finish. 

"I'm getting close," he told her, and she hummed, sending a vibration through his cock and all the way up his spine. Her tongue action increased and so did the speed of her hands; his orgasm was imminent. He hollered to warn her, and she responded by taking him deep, letting him know it was ok to empty into her mouth. All at once, he roared and came hard; suddenly getting weak in the knees. He could feel her mouth and tongue and lips around him, swallowing and sucking; it sounded as if she struggled with the load. She continued stroking him and didn't quit sucking until his cock stopped convulsing and began to go flaccid.

Kissing and licking her way back up his torso as she stood up, she said, "I had no idea so much cum could come from one man." She had always wanted to try swallowing cum, but her husband was repulsed by the idea and would not allow it. 

He scrunched his nose up and then smiled at her. "Did you enjoy yourself? I know I did." 

"Mmm hmm," she hummed.

"I always knew you would be incredible," he said softly, kissing the top of her head as he turned the water off. They left the shower and playfully toweled one another dry.

Her hair wrapped up in a towel turban, she made her way to the dresser and began to lay out some clothes. Satisfied with her choices, she put on a pair of comfortable-looking floral patterned cotton bikini panties, and returned to the bathroom to dry her hair. Finished with her hair, and unaware that he was watching her in the mirror, she started applying her makeup. Randy dressed as he watched surreptitiously, and then took a seat at the desk to wait for her. Once she'd finished with her makeup, she came into the main room and began doing a reverse strip tease, tormenting him as she dressed slowly, all the while caressing herself.

She stepped over to the mirror, smiling back at him through her reflection, and briefly appraised the way she looked, Satisfied, she asked what his plans were for the day. He thought it would be nice to have breakfast together, and then see where the day took them. She agreed; breakfast sounded good to them both. 

The restaurant was easy to find; downstairs past the lobby, and they were greeted by the soft sounds of clinking silverware and the smells of coffee, eggs and toast upon entering. The hostess seated them and took their orders for coffee. 

Barb waited until after the waiter had come around and they'd ordered their food to begin the breakfast conversation by asking Randy his age. He told her that he was 32 and that he had been in the Army for almost ten years. He had joined after finishing college and would probably make a career out of it. He told her about sapper school and about some of the places that he had served. 

She smiled while he talked, and he watched her beautiful lips move along the rim of the porcelain cup. She then confided that she had always wanted some excitement in her life. He encouraged her and so she explained how, fresh out of college, she had married an older man who was very conservative, and set in his ways. "He provided for me financially and was a great companion, but he was not into expanding his horizons. He worked and stayed near home, and I had my career. We never went anywhere, never did anything different or exciting. He encouraged me to go anywhere I wanted to go but I never did," she said sadly. She tried to smile, countering a tear that had welled up and ran down one cheek. "Thomas died two years ago."

Randy squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry."

Wiping the tear away, she resumed. "What happened last night and this morning was completely out of character for me. Our sex life had been active, but plain. Thomas had no interest in experimenting with anything outside of the missionary position and, while I fantasized quite a bit, I was also very conservative and not assertive." She blushed, "My night with you was the wildest sexual experience I've ever had. I still don't know what came over me, but when you got near me at the bar, I had to have you." 

Randy waved to the waiter to bring more coffee, and he came by to top off their cups.

They each took a sip, and then he asked her to describe one of her fantasies. 

She blushed again, and shook her head 'no'. 

She'd looked at him and had bravely begun to ask him to tell her about a fantasy of his, when just at that moment the waiter delivered their food. 

When they were alone again he answered simply. "You." 

She gave him a questioning look. They ate a few bites in silence. 

"Care to elaborate?" she asked. 

He thought on it a moment and then, with a grin, confided that they had met before last night. He let that information set in for a minute as he took a few more bites. He looked her in the eyes. "You are Barb Chamberlain, an English teacher at Central High School. I graduated from there 14 years ago. You taught American Literature my junior year. You sat in the front of the room on your stool and drove me wild. You.... You are my fantasy," he said, and took another bite.

She paled, stunned. Had he disclosed too much too soon? He watched her contemplate this news, as she took a bite and chewed for a long time. 

She swallowed, took a drink and said, "Now your comment in the shower makes sense."

It was her turn to watch him eat. After another bite and a sip of coffee she added, "I overheard you this morning on the phone with your friend. How much leave did you take...? What I mean is that we are both adults now.... And I was thinking that we might take the day to get to know one another."

That idea suited him just fine. As he had never been to this city before, and they were staying downtown, he suggested they do a walking tour of the nearby sights. It sounded good to her too. With that, they finished eating and he settled the check. 

Once outside the hotel they made the short walk downhill on Baker Street to the aquarium. Built in 2005, it holds some 8.5 million gallons of water and houses more than 500 species. It is the only exhibit outside of Asia that houses Whale Sharks. 

Following the crowds, they leisurely took in the sights. She loved the Beluga Whales and he was fascinated with both the Whale Sharks and the Penguins. When they had seen all of the exhibits, they next strolled around Centennial Olympic Park; eventually making their way back to the hotel. 

As they were both hungry, they decided to drive to the iconic Varsity Restaurant. 

After getting turned around twice and nearly run off the road once by a driver who cut them off, they finally arrived, and stood in lines at least 10- deep waiting to order. Upon making it to the counter, they were rewarded with the famous "What'll you have, what'll you have?" They both decided to try the chilidog with onion rings, and a frosted orange drink: greasy, but very tasty.

Finishing their unhealthy lunch, they drove to the Dr. Martin Luther King National Historic Site. They parked off of John Wesley Dobbs Avenue, and followed the Civil Rights Walk of Fame past the statue of Mahatma Gandhi to the Visitor Center, where they toured the site that commemorated the struggle for equality for so many of our citizens. When they finished seeing the displays, they toured the Ebenezer Baptist Church. It is much smaller than Randy had imagined, but it is imbued with a magical aura. As he stood among the pews in the sanctuary he could almost hear the sermons delivered there so long ago. 

He and Barb separated for a few minutes, and he decided to call Dave to ask if he wanted to meet for dinner. They arranged to meet at a world-famous café within walking distance of the hotel. Randy rejoined Barb and as they drove back to the hotel, asked if she would like to accompany him at dinner with Dave. 

She hesitated and said, "You had plans with him first, I would just be in the way."

"Not true. I've known Dave a very long time. He will be happy to see you there. Besides, he would love to embarrass me by telling stories of home." Her body posture told him she wasn't convinced. "Really, if it were a problem, I wouldn't ask you to come with."

She hesitated, and finally agreed, but wanted to freshen up first. He locked the truck and they made their way up to her room. She held his hand and rested her head on his shoulder as they rode the elevator up, and as he pulled her close with his arms around her, she told him that she had enjoyed the day. He told her that he had a wonderful time too, and asked her what her favorite part had been so far. She blushed and answered, "I loved sucking your cock."

He quipped, "Yes, that was nice." 

Barb asked him which part of the day had been his favorite and he told her that watching her get ready this morning had been a special treat. 

They reached her room and went inside. Sensing that something was bothering Barb, he asked her how she was feeling. She said that she was nervous. He arched his brows and said, "Okay, out with it. What's making you nervous?" She shook her head 'no', and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. He rummaged through his bag, found a clean shirt and changed into it. After some time, Barb came out and they sat for a moment. She looked like she had something to say, so he waited.

"You took leave to spend some time with Dave and I don't want to be in the way." 

She still seemed convinced that she would be a third wheel. He reassured her that Dave would be happy to have her there and that she was most welcome to join them. Again he invited her to join, assuring her that she would be welcome, and, reluctantly, she agreed.

They left the room and made their way to the lobby. Barb told him she would meet him outside as she headed to the front desk. After a short wait outside Barb joined him and they walked to the café, where they were seated by the hostess. They ordered some drinks and soon after, Dave arrived.

Randy's friendship with Dave is an old one, so no explanation was needed or offered as Dave and Barb were introduced to one another. Over dinner the guys caught up and, to Barb's amusement and just as Randy had predicted, Dave told a few stories about their wild younger days. She laughed at most of the stories and her nervousness disappeared. 

For most of the evening Barb had been caressing Randy's hand with hers and drawing little patterns with her fingers, but when Dave excused himself to go to the restroom she got quiet and squeezed his hand. He thought she seemed tense and asked what was bothering her. She sighed, looked down to the table and softly said, "I want to ask something but I'm not sure how." 

He told her to just ask. 

She sat there looking down at the table. After wringing her hands for a moment, she looked him in the eyes and finally asked, "What are your plans for the rest of the night?"

He told her that he wasn't sure and asked, "Why, is there something else you want to do?"

With a concerned look on her face she hesitated and said, "No, not really; but I was hoping that you might stay with me again tonight." 

Randy smiled mischievously and said, "I was hoping you might ask. I'm sure that I can make that happen." 

That response made her smile and relax again. When Dave returned, she announced that she was ready to turn in for the night and asked Randy if he would walk her out. Once outside, she told him to stay as long as he wanted and that she would be anxiously waiting for him. She gave him a kiss, handed him a key card, and said, "See you soon, lover," then turned and walked toward the hotel. Randy watched her ass swish from side to side until she disappeared in the distance, and then re-joined Dave for a few more drinks. 

Walking back to the hotel, he gave his current situation some thought. He had fulfilled a fantasy with Barb and was perfectly willing to spend another night with her, but was not ready to make a more regular relationship with her. He definitely did not want to hurt her feelings but he was not at a point in his life where a monogamous relationship made sense, especially since it would have to be a long-distance one. Furthermore, he was pretty sure that Barb was not the type to allow a 'friends with benefits' type of thing to go on for long. They would definitely have to discuss the subject soon. After pausing briefly at the door, he swiped the key card and quietly entered the room. 

Barb was in bed wearing his shirt as she had the night before, and it still looked better on her than it did on him. She stirred when he came in and patted the mattress saying, "Come to bed, lover." He told her that he needed to shower and would join her soon. She smiled and closed her eyes. He brushed his teeth, shaved, and took a quick shower, already dreading the conversation they would have to have in the morning.




Mrs. Chamberlain Ch. 02



Once he dried off, Randy crawled into the bed where Barb welcomed him with open arms and a hot kiss. They kissed and pawed each other until he managed to get all of the shirt buttons undone. He caressed her breasts with his hands and kissed her ears and neck. His kisses eventually settled on her perky breasts and she sighed. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her mouth while he took a position over her and between her spread thighs. He kissed down her neck and lavished more attention on her breasts. Continuing south, Randy licked and kissed his way to her trembling tummy and eventually to her mons, noticing that she had neatly trimmed and shaved.

He kissed her musky lips and lightly licked her from the bottom of her slit to the top using only the very tip of his tongue. He blew his hot breath over her sex and she groaned. He moved to kiss and suckle her inner thighs, deliberately making exaggerated sucking sounds. She put her hands on his head and, finding no grip in his regulation haircut, pushed her hips toward him, begging him to stop teasing her. He smiled and whispered, "Oh no, I'm gonna take my time." Her breathing began to quicken and she moved her hands to grip his ears. He moved his right arm to the outside of her thigh and reached over to lightly brush his fingertips through her pubic hair and rub at the very base of her clit. Simultaneously, he centered his mouth over her sex and this time, buried his tongue in her fully, again licking from bottom to top. 

She lifted her ass up, grinding her quivering pussy onto his face. His tongue moved to her clit and, in an upward motion that began at the bottom of her clit, he applied pressure and flicked his tongue up and over it. This caused her entire pelvis to spasm. He continued to use his tongue to fuck her as he moved his hands to grip her ass cheeks. He lifted her bottom and pulled her toward him. Maintaining full contact and continuing to tongue lash her clit, he moved up to his knees. He continued pulling her up his body until her shoulders were resting next to his knees on the mattress. He had assumed an upright kneeling position, with his tongue still lapping at her wetness. Her knees were bent over his shoulders; her feet down toward his ass, and he held onto her upper arms, just below her armpits so she would not slide away.

As he lashed at her clit, she moaned and quivered with each pass of his tongue, but he did not allow her to cum. Barb pleaded, "Randy...P..PP.. Please, I need to come!" He reclined some and moved her hands up to his head. She held on tightly as he leaned back, pulling her shoulders up, off of the mattress. Sensing what was about to happen, she gasped and gripped him tightly with her hands and thighs. Continuing to lean backward, he used the strength of his back and legs to pick her up. 

She leaned into the move at the right time and it carried them past a tipping point. Randy came to rest fully reclined on his back. Barb landed on her knees with her hot pussy squarely on his mouth. She shrieked and laughed, but recovered quickly. Leaning backward, her hands found his throbbing cock and she squeezed it while she gyrated and bounced on his tongue and nose. She wiggled her ass and ground her clit on his face, nearly suffocating him until she gasped, spasmed, and screamed his name. He continued to lick her through her orgasm.

In a swift, single motion she lifted off of his face and slid backward until their hips met and she impaled herself on his cock. She took him as deep as was possible and sat still, allowing her pussy to mold itself around him. Maintaining as much penetration as she could she leaned forward, her body flat on his, and they shared a searing kiss. 

Gasping in his ear and squeezing him tightly in her sheath, she panted, "You caught me by surprise at breakfast and I have been struggling with my feelings all day. I've decided to go for it and, if you will play along, we'll do all of the naughty things that I've always wanted to do. But," she smiled with determination "right now I want to ride you. Please don't take offense but I want to take the lead." 

Imagining the possibilities, he answered, "Yes Mrs. Chamberlain, anything you want," and bucked upright, pumping a few times in rapid succession, until she was gasping for breath. 

She caught her breath, sat up fully, and, with her eyes half open, placed both hands on his abs for leverage. Leaning slightly forward she shifted her weight some, exhaled completely and closed her eyes. 

He heard her mutter "So full...mmmm," as she gyrated in small circles and exercised her keegles, squeezing and massaging his entire length. Soon, the gyrating stopped and a determined look came about her face. She began to rock on her knees, driving her hips up and down. They both sighed and she increased the tempo. Her tight pussy pulled off of his slick cock until just the tip was still in her, and then she impaled herself. Randy held onto her hips and pulled down on her on the down stroke, which helped increase the impact. When she started to breathe hard, she stopped bouncing and leaned forward for a kiss. 

He wrapped her in a tight hug and kissed her briefly, then turned his mouth to her ear and said, "Hold on," and began to pump his tumescent dick in and out of her as fast as he could. 

Holding her immobile, he pumped into her hot box and she began to mumble a mantra, "Oh.... Oh.... Oh God.... I'm gonna cum.... Gonna cum on your cock." After several thrusts she became quiet and then, in time with his thrusts, he heard her utter the sounds, "Ugh, ugh, mmm, mmm," and then her pussy flooded their union with wetness. 

Panting uncontrollably, she struggled against him and broke his hold on her. She sat upright and ground against him, making no sound. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her pussy squeezed his girth. She began to quake and her thighs spasmed. She screamed and fell forward against his chest, panting.

As soon as she calmed, he had her sit up and turn to face his feet without uncoupling, where she began to ride him reverse cowgirl style. As it was totally foreign to her, he encouraged her to experiment with her body in this position and to find which movements felt best. "Barb, you look like a sex goddess mounted on me as you are." He lightly caressed her back with his finger tips, running them up and down her spine. She got goose bumps and arched her back, catlike. His hands settled on her taut ass, one cheek in each hand and he squeezed. "You have a magnificent ass too."

She gyrated and bounced some and finally said, "Oh Randy...I am so very full of you right now. It feels like I was molded specifically for you. I can feel your every contour. I can feel your pulse inside me." Her pussy squeezed his cock again and they both groaned, "I love this position, show me more."

He kept her facing away, but had her lie back to recline against his chest. He kissed her ears and fondled her breasts. She moaned as he lightly tweaked her nipples, rolling them between his forefinger and thumb. Slowly, his hands made their way down her torso and settled where the two of them were joined. He ran his fingers over her wet sex and began to rub her clit as he whispered what was to come next. She shuddered in excited climax and he let her lie still for a moment to recover. Soon, though, he nudged her and she sat upright. 

With some coaxing she moved onto the balls of her feet and started to ride him. She began bouncing straight up and down; slamming onto him so hard that he could see the shockwave from the impact traveling through her body as he enjoyed the view of her gyrating ass and back. When her thighs began to burn from the exertion, she stopped and turned to face him once again; her hair wild and eyes bright in her flushed, smiling face. He told her that he was ready to cum and she shuddered. She grinned and started sliding, front to back, on his cock, squeezing his entire length within her sheath. 

She increased the tempo.

"I'm there, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, and she fell forward onto his chest, both of them panting. Her pussy clamped down as she took his full length. He hollered, "Oh, Mrs. Chamberlain!" 

He pumped several ropes of cum into her and heard her hum ecstatically, "Mmmm." She lay flat against him, panting, as he held her in his arms and talked to her soothingly. Her breathing slowed. "Oh my goodness, never have I cum so hard." She kissed him. "There are so many things I want to try with you." She stretched luxuriously and ground herself onto his now-flaccid member. "You seem to hit the exact right spot in me at the exact right time. Oh God, never have I wanted a man as much as I want you. I want you to show me what I've been missing." 

Blushing, she looked at him with shy determination. "I know you're not looking for a girlfriend, but I want to spend more time with you." She paused, summoned up more courage and stammered out, "Do with me as you will, make me your sex toy. I want you."

He pulled her to him and they kissed passionately. "We'll try everything in time; right now though, let's just fall asleep in one another's arms."



Mrs. Chamberlain Ch. 03



Thanks to rexbrookdale for his help with editing this chapter. I hope you enjoy it. 

Your constructive feedback and vote are always appreciated. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of sexual fiction; use of condoms, getting tested, and use of birth control are discussed in this fantasy story but not always used; in real life, of course, one would always practice safe sex. 

For the second time in as many nights, Randy awoke in the arms of a warm bedmate. 

Just like every morning for as long as he could remember, he had an erection and needed to piss. He carefully got up, trying to not wake Barb in the process, and made his way to the bathroom. 

They had spent the previous day seeing the sights. Both were in town to attend a wedding and had stayed on, enjoying each other's company. Barb -- Mrs. Chamberlain -- was a former high school English teacher of his, who'd played a leading role in some of his sexual fantasies. They'd hit it off after running into each other at the reception. 

He threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to the hotel gym to work out. Sweaty from a five-mile run on the treadmill, he returned to find Barb in the shower. He quickly undressed, and she squealed as he slipped under the warm water behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her ear. 

"Good morning, beautiful." 

She shivered in response and swayed her hips, grinding her ass against his erection. How does he always know exactly what to do? She wondered. He bent his knees to line his cock up with her pussy. She gasped when it butted up against her sensitive lips and leaned forward to brace her hands against the shower wall as he entered her from behind. Once fully seated in her hot tunnel he backed up some; with both hands on her hips he pulled her ass snugly against his groin and thrust forward, pumping in full strokes several times. She pushed back, grunting with each thrust. 

Oh God, I can't take much more of this ... I'm gonna cum. He'd better hurry! Her legs began to tremble as her grunts turned into gasps, his powerful thrusts generating squishing sounds each time his hips met her butt. 

His hamstrings began to burn; he was just about to pause when she shrieked, tensed, and then went weak in the knees. They sank down together; he supported her, holding her weight against his body and following her, still joined, onto the bathtub floor. They ended up on their hands and knees with his legs bracketing hers. It was tight quarters but he needed to finish the job. They backed up as far as the enclosure would allow, and then he directed her, pulling on her hips to raise her ass up a little. Once they'd settled he resumed pumping into her. 

Barb panted, voicing her approval. Over the steady slapping sounds, she managed to spit out, "Oh, God Randy... Yes ... fuck me!" 

Randy obliged her. His strokes were neither gentle nor rough; they were pure animal instinct. There was no teasing now: he had a hard dick, and filled her receptive orifice with it. 

She screamed again, crying, "Fuck me, Randy!" 

Soon enough, his balls tightened and his cock swelled. He suddenly pulled her fully onto him and roared, expelling his load. Temporarily exhausted, he slumped over Barb and caught his breath. She groaned as his cock went flaccid and slipped from her. A minute later he stood them both up and, turning her to face him, wrapped her in a hug and kissed her. 

Grateful for the hotel's seemingly endless hot water, they finished showering. Randy toweled her off, lavishing her body with kisses. She purred, appreciative of the attention and when he finished she wrapped her hair with the towel, turban style, and set about getting herself dressed. 

He went into the main room, flopped down on the bed and nodded off. 

When he opened his eyes, pleasantly awakened by Barb kissing him, he noticed that she had done her hair and was clad in bra and panties. 

"You are amazing." She squeezed and stroked his flaccid cock and balls, adding, "This is amazing." Her expression turned sad. "We have to check out soon, and I need to get to the airport," she said, smothering him with her body and kissing him. "Would you mind giving me a ride?" 

Randy was actually ahead of her, having already given the matter some thought. It was mid-June, she didn't have classes, and he still had more than a week of leave left. "How about this: cancel your flight and ride home with me. I haven't visited Mom in a while and we could surprise her. Now, I'm not suggesting any commitment, but we could get to know one another a little better." 

She shrieked in delight, and then kissed him. "You would change your plans, just like that? Are you sure?" 

He grinned in response. None of his plans had been solid, anyway. "Why not? I wouldn't mind getting to know you better, if you know what I mean." 

"Oh my." This was way more than she'd hoped for. She gazed into his eyes for a few moments, considering. "Okay, I'll do it. There's so much I want to do with you." She squeezed his cock again and looked at it and said, "And you!" Especially you! 

As it was going to be a 14-hour drive, Randy dressed comfortably in an old t-shirt and grey Army sweat pants. Barb wore a skirt and camisole top. They finished packing, checked out, and had a late breakfast. 

He pulled into a gas station to fuel up, and stocked the cooler while she disappeared into the restroom. Just as he'd filled and iced it down, she came out and headed toward the truck. She was smiling and seemed to almost float across the parking lot, a mischievous grin on her face. 

Is this really happening? she wondered. Am I really about to drive halfway across the country with a man I barely know? 

Choosing not to ask what was on her mind, he opened the door and she climbed in. Once closed, she leaned through the open window and pulled him in for a fortifying kiss, to give herself the courage to go through with it. 

It was nearly 1 p.m. and they had a long drive ahead. Randy climbed in, started the truck, and made for I-75 heading north. Destination: Chattanooga. 

Barb chattered a little nervously about how beautiful she found the scenery, and then scooted over next to him on the seat. She was quiet for a minute or two. "Thank you for changing your plans. It means a lot to me that you want to spend time with me." 

What could he say? He did enjoy her company and was living out a long-time fantasy. "You're welcome. Truthfully, this plan is much better than my original one." 

She turned to him and kissed his ear, whispering, "You bring out the naughty girl in me. Before this morning I had never used the word 'fuck'. When you entered me from behind and then got me on my knees, I was so turned on that I couldn't think of any other word to describe what I wanted from you." I want to fuck you right now, she realized. 

She slid to the other side of the seat. Leaning with her back against the passenger door she bent her legs at the knees to hike up her skirt. Then she flashed her pussy, having removed her panties in the bathroom. Grinning, she ran her fingers over herself and sighed. He wanted to watch, but was forced to keep his attention on the road. Still, he kept stealing glances when he could. She had spread her knees wide, sawing her fingers in and out of her slick pussy. He could hear excited fingers sloshing through slick folds. Her musky scent permeated the cab of the truck. His cock strained against the confines of his underwear as she pleasured herself to orgasm. 

When she had calmed, she slid back over to him and wiggled her fingers in his face, teasing him with her scent. Her other hand slid inside his sweatpants and found his engorged cock. 

"I've always wanted to do this," she cooed, and pulled down the waistbands of both pants and briefs, releasing his cock. She lowered her head to his lap and took the tip in her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around and over him. He groaned. God, I love road head. After a few minutes, he told her she needed to stop or else they might have an accident. 

"It's okay, cum in my mouth." 

Randy explained that he meant the vehicular kind of accident. 

Gently, she put him back in his pants. "Later, then." 

Somewhere between Chattanooga and Nashville they got hungry. The cooler was in the backseat. She unbuckled and turned to face the back, and when she stretched to reach for the cooler, her skirt rode up, exposing her naked ass to his view. 

"I'll have the hot box lunch, please," he said, only half-joking. "It beats an MRE any day of the week." He found himself wondering, idly, Could they make pussy-flavored MREs? No, not 'politically correct'. Someone would bitch for sure. He smirked. 

She turned her head, wagged her ass and said, "I'm all yours; anytime, anywhere you want." She fixed two sandwiches, grabbed a couple of cold drinks, and they had a rolling lunch. 

Conversation turned to the Army. She reclined, resting her head on his lap, her bare feet pressed up against the door glass. She asked where in the world he had traveled, and about Iraq and Afghanistan. He answered as fully as he could. 

The subject turned to sex, and Barb asked if he had had many partners. He probably has women strung along all over the world. 

As he prepared his response, he pulled the hem of her top up, exposing her nipples. "You probably don't want to know the answer to that question." 

She looked up at him and grinned, "Be truthful. I'm fully aware that you know your way around the female body." 

"Okay. First though, let me say that I had no expectation of hooking up with anyone on this trip. I'm very happy that I did, but it wasn't planned. Therefore I had brought no condoms with me. Secondly, I am always very careful and conscientious about using a condom with everyone. There is one exception, and she and I are fluid bonded and she gets the shot when she's supposed to so there isn't much of a baby concern... I guess, now, I should say there are two exceptions. You told me that you are clean, and I believe you. Third, yes I have known my share of women." 

"Oh, Randy, I'm clean. While Thomas was ill, he had myriad tests run. I saw the results of all of them. Besides you and him, I have been with only one other man and he was well before Thomas." 

A few miles farther, Barb asked, "Randy, what is 'fluid bonded'?" 

"When a couple decides to forgo the use of condoms, they are considered fluid bonded." 

"Okay ... but how does it work?" 

"Tests are run and condoms are used in the intervening time, usually a year. It's no guarantee, but it reduces the probability of either person having a disease by something close to 1 in 10,000 if both tests turn up negative. She and I got tested before my last deployment. Neither one of us had been with anyone while I was gone. We got tested together soon after my return and everything was okay, so we 'bonded'. And I get tested by the Army regularly because of the Anthrax shot I 'consented' to get, before my first deployment." 

"So she's your girlfriend? You will tell her about me, since we didn't use condoms, won't you?" 

"Our arrangement is such that we are not necessarily monogamous. She says that she doesn't need any other man, but it would be perfectly okay with me if she were to have lovers, as long as they treated her well. Yes, I will tell her about you." 

"It was much simpler when I was younger. Back then, a shot took care of whatever ailed you. I was not promiscuous, mind you, but all I worried about was a baby. That fear though, was put to rest when I was almost 20. All throughout my teen years I was plagued with major abdominal pains. The doctors told me I had ovarian cysts. Eventually the problem got so bad that surgery was needed. Medicine then was not what it is now, and my condition was extreme. The scarring was so extensive that I couldn't ovulate and if I did, the path through the fallopian tubes was blocked by scar tissue too. It was probably for the best. Thomas was very good to me but he had no patience with children." 

She sat up and removed her top, giving him free access and then reclined again. "Tell me about one of your girlfriends. I want all of the juicy details." 

He let his right hand roam across her breasts, and rolled each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She sighed and let her hands roam between her thighs, masturbating again as he told her about Emmie, a Thai bargirl he had met in Bangkok. Barb came twice while she listened. 

When they reached Clarksville he had her sit up. She did so, sans top, improving the view, and he commented to that effect. She swatted him playfully, and put her top back on. 

"Fort Campbell is just over there." He pointed. He had earned his Air Assault badge there. 

They had just crossed the Kentucky state line when she announced she needed to pee. He was in familiar territory. A few miles down the road, he pulled over at an out-of-the-way rest area. There was only one other car parked at this wayside along a quiet stretch of the highway. 

It was just after Barb had jumped out and made a beeline to the bathroom, that he hatched a plan. She did say, "Anywhere, any time." He retrieved a blanket from the back, and ran for the woods behind the building. She had teased him long enough and was going to pay for it. 

When she came out of the building, he met her out front. "Come, I have something to show you." He led her through the woods along a path meant for pets. Finally, they reached the spot where he had spread out the blanket. Fortunately they had encountered no dog-made land mines. She stopped and gazed at the picturesque setting. It was peaceful and overlooked a deep, pine tree covered valley with a lake in the distance. He stepped behind her and removed her top. At first she protested, but he was having none of it. With one hand, he pushed down his sweats while pushing her to her knees. He crouched behind her and after hiking her skirt, ran his fingers along her sweet pussy lips stroking into her tight hole until she was wet. Then without further warning he sank his entire length inside her in one deep plunge. She yelped and he withdrew and thrust forward again. 

He stilled for a moment, fully sheathed inside her. "You've teased me long enough, woman," he growled, "and now I'm going to take what I need." 

"Fuck me," was her response. "I'm yours, fuck me." 

He did. 

*** 

They continued on I-24 into western Kentucky, stopping for fuel near Paducah. There, he filled both tanks: enough to make it home. After a while she removed her top again and giggled when he good-naturedly warned her about tantalizing him. Then she resumed her previous position, sprawling out across the seat with her head in his lap. He played with her breasts, and asked her to tell him about her fantasies. 

She was reluctant at first, saying, "I feel so dirty with some of my thoughts." 

He told her to let go; he wouldn't judge her. 

"Okay. I'm comfortable with you." She confessed that he had just fulfilled one of her fantasies. "I always wanted to be ravished in the woods." She paused. "I have always wanted to try some toys, too. I'm just too embarrassed to go in a sex store and buy them." 

"There is such a thing as mail order." 

"Yes, but where does one start? There are so many choices." She hesitated. "I've always wanted to be tied down and taken too." 

"I can make that happen." 

They drove in silence for a little while; Barb was probably pondering how he would make that happen, he guessed. He formed his next question and broke the silence: Was she at all bisexual or even curious? 

She was not bi, but did like to look at pretty women. She winked up at him. "I've often thought that it might be fun to kiss a girl if the right situation presented itself. Is that a problem?" 

"Hell no, that's hot." When she in turn asked if he was bi, he said, "I am 100% heterosexual, but I am comfortable in the presence of other nude males." 

When she asked him to elaborate, he hinted at a couple of gangbangs he had attended. 

"Really? You've done that?" 

He nodded. 

"I'm not sure that I could ever do that." 

He told her to not be afraid to try new things. They drove along in silence again for a little while, and he considered how new she was to expressing herself sexually; perhaps he'd gone a little too far. "Barb," he said softly, "if you ever didn't want to do something, then all you have to say is 'no'." 

"Okay," she said. 

She'd become, subconsciously, tense. Now she visibly relaxed and dozed off, her head in his lap. He drove, his thoughts skimming along as miles and scenery sped by. The day turned to late afternoon. From time to time he glanced down at her. She shifted position, her face turning sideways; her lips were now settled closer to his semi-firm erection, where it bulged slightly against her cheek. 

When they finally reached I-64 in Illinois, a mischievous thought came to mind. They had the time... He decided to stop in St. Louis for the night, so they could play together some more. There was a nice hotel downtown near the Arch, and, as the billboard signs advertised, more than a few sex shops along the way. 

Twenty minutes outside of St. Louis, he put on his blinker and pulled off onto an unlit access road leading to an area once used for light industry. Now, among a small cluster of buildings, only two appeared to be occupied. Both advertised themselves as adult novelty stores. Underneath the sign for The Lion's Den, was a smaller sign that was only halfway lit: 'Truckers Welcome'. Now, though, all that remained lit was 'come'. He accepted the invitation and turned in. 

The tires on the gravel parking lot made enough noise to wake Barb. She sat up when the truck came to a stop and it took her a bit to realize where they were. She looked at him quizzically. She hesitated. He's not serious, is he? 

He grinned back. She started to protest and he stopped her with, "Get out and come in with me or be at the mercy of my choices." 

At some point during the ride he'd reached in back and pulled out the blanket to cover her while she slept. She'd pulled off the blanket and now sat topless. As he watched her breasts and shoulders disappear underneath the camisole, he told her about his plan to stay the night in St. Louis. They would need some toys, he added. 

"Don't worry," he said, smiling and stepping out of the truck. "No one here knows you. You want to try some toys, and they are here; so we will get you some toys." He clicked the door closed, and then walked around to the passenger side. 

Reluctantly, she stepped out and they walked up to the shop. The glass door to the entrance was tinted with dark film; they heard the bug zapper fry some unlucky insect overhead. He opened it and shooed her in. No sooner had the door shut behind them, than she froze in her tracks, looking around. 

Lined up around the walls were hundreds of DVD cases, the front and back covers of which showed snapshots of the contents and described the action contained within. They couldn't yet see the video screen, but they could hear grunts, groans, and moans of unknown people having sex. Racks upon racks of novelties, massage oils, and lube were on display. What really stood out, for Randy, was the smell: a stench of something like a cross between vanilla and strawberry. Was it air freshener, or perhaps incense? A former girlfriend once described this particular odor as 'stripper'. 

They walked to the nearest aisle. "How many different kinds do they make?" 

"I have no idea, but this place has a lot from which to choose." 

Oh ... my ... Gawd. She shook her head. "Where do we start?" 

"Right here." Grinning, he picked up a purple vibrator, assumed the 'en garde' position, and flourished it at her. 




Mrs. Chamberlain Ch. 03



She smiled at his silliness and looked, first at it and then down along the assortment, blushing. "I'm sorry, but this is so new to me. I don't know what to get." 

They looked over them all while he explained as well as he could, how some of the devices worked. She seemed most uncomfortable when they came upon the anal toy section. 

In her hand, she tentatively held up a large butt plug. 

"That's not the beginner's model," he quipped. 

"Do people really use these?" 

"Yup, believe it or not, some people really enjoy having their ass played with." 

"Have you ever put your cock in a girl's ass?" 

He had, and told her so. It's a nice alternative, but he really liked pussy. 

They explored the entire store and then settled on a plain, pink, 6" vibrator, a bullet vibe, a cock ring with a built-in holder for the bullet vibe, batteries, and some water-based lube. He paid. 

The clerk thanked them as they made for the exit. "You two have fun now," she said, looking at Randy over her reading glasses. Cougar meat. Damned fine cougar meat at that. 

"Oh, I think that's a given," Barb answered, and reached around to pinch Randy's ass as he stood holding the door for her. 

They got back in the truck and with all deliberate haste made for downtown St. Louis. 

He knew the way and pulled straight into the hotel's parking garage, taking a chance that a room would be available. They made their way to the lobby, bags in tow. It was a nice hotel with a tall-ceilinged, spacious lobby, polished paneling, and marble floors; a rooftop lounge instead of a bar, and an actual restaurant as opposed to a counter where cereal and Danish are served as breakfast. There was indeed a room, and in no time they were checked in and riding up the elevator. 

On their way up, Barb became pre-occupied with the contents of the bag from the sex store. They stopped and the elevator door opened with a ding. She looked up at Randy as they exited. 

"Thank you." 

"You're welcome." 

"I mean for everything." 

"I know," he said. 

Once inside their room she set down her bags and walked straight to the balcony, to stand and look out at the Arch and downtown. The nighttime view was spectacular. 

He came up and stood behind her for a minute, but he needed to clean up. He stepped back out of the night air and over to the bathroom, to shave and start the shower. Soon after, a very nude and frisky Barb joined him. Randy watched her reflection in the mirror as he rinsed at the sink. 

She stepped under the water. "Coming?" 

They kissed and played under the warm spray, taking turns washing one another. Eventually, it was time to play in the bed. They dried off and she squealed as he chased her over to it. 

She picked up the bag from The Lion's Den and dumped its contents onto the bedcover. Together they installed the batteries. He stroked her as she played the vibrator across her skin, watching her tease her nipples with it. Eventually she made her way to her now-dripping pussy. He encouraged her to experiment and find out what pleased her most. She seemed embarrassed at first, but as he watched and coached, she relaxed enough to bring herself to orgasm. 

He moved between her legs and licked her pussy until she came again. She wanted to reciprocate, so they swapped positions and she began with a slow hand job, progressing to a very enthusiastic blowjob. After a few minutes, he had to reluctantly have her stop. He slid the cock ring over his erection and positioned the bullet vibe; then he lay on his back so she could straddle him, fully impaling herself on his cock. The vibe was on and she ground her clit against it, which in turn ground against his pelvic bone, sending pleasant vibrations to the core of both of them. She groaned and gyrated as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. She came quickly and rode the crest, vocalizing so loudly that the entire floor might have heard. 

He rolled her spent, quaking body alongside him, and removed the cock ring. Turning her so she lay face-down with her head on the pillow, he maneuvered her ass up a little higher off of the bed. She was still breathing heavily when he put the pink vibe in her hand and turned it on, telling her to pleasure herself. As she vibrated her clit, he leaned in and licked the nectar from her juicy pussy. She purred, and murmured her pleasure. 

He decided to give her a new sensation. 

Ohhh... Is he gonna do what I think he's gonna do? Oh, oh God, he is... She gasped as his tongue brushed over her puckered asshole. 

Randy heard as well as felt her gasp. His tongue circled around to rim her again, and she pushed back against him, groaning, building to another orgasm, and he quickly moved to catch the wave, mounting her from behind. He lined his cock up at her entrance and impaled her. "Yes," she screamed, and he thrust deep and gave her four full, fast strokes, while she continued vibrating her clit. 

He was now seated fully, and enjoyed the vibrations along with her as she panted, her pussy convulsing almost to the point of orgasm and trying to milk him of his load. Grasping her by the hips, he thrust into her, setting a rhythm and pounding into her violently. Their bodies made obscene sounds as their sloppy-wet parts slammed together, over and over. Soon he felt his balls tighten, and he quickened his pace. At the point of no return, he grunted and pulled her ass tight against him as he pumped several ropes of cum into her hungry tunnel. Barb came one last time and fell forward, flattening out on the mattress. The vibrator hummed away. He fished it out from under her and turned it off. She rolled onto her back, inviting him close; once he'd settled on top she hugged him and locked her legs around his. He stayed put while she sweetly covered his face with kisses. 

Did he have a camera? was Barb's next question. His phone was his only camera; and when she had asked, he retrieved it for her. Then she surprised him by asking him to take a nude picture of her; he took three. The photo session ended satisfactorily, and she lay back under the covers where he joined her. They soon fell asleep. 

*** 

He awoke to the incredible sensation of Barb's mouth around his rock-hard morning wood. She sucked him to orgasm, swallowing every drop, and then went to start the shower. 

"Are you gonna join me?" she called. 

The first coherent sounds out of his mouth that morning, not counting orgasmic encouragements, were to tell her how nice it had been to wake up to her hot mouth around his cock. 

She purred and smiled at him, musing. She loved having cock in her mouth. How did I ever go this long doing without? 

When they finished showering and dried off, she asked to see the pictures he had taken of her the night before. They scrolled through his photo gallery. 

"Do I really look this pretty, naked?" 

"Do you think your eyes are lying to you?" 

"Do you mind if I look at the rest of your pictures? Do you have any wartime pictures in here?" 

"There are a few. Knock yourself out." He walked over to the balcony and stood looking out, enjoying the sunshine. He turned and strolled back to the bed, 

Eventually she came upon some pics that gave her pause. I knew he'd have some nudie pics in here. They were of Cora, a woman he had met, coincidentally, on his last trip through St. Louis. She paused at the one of Cora wearing nothing but a Cardinal's ball cap and a smile. She's a pretty one. 

"Who is this?" 

"That is Cora. We're friends ... close friends." 

She smiled. "It seems so. She's beautiful." 

He agreed. "She has a beautiful soul too." 

"Do you still see her?" 

"Do you really want to know?" 

She nodded. 

Lying down next to her, Randy told how Cora had met him on the tarmac, upon his return from his last deployment. "She visits me occasionally," he explained, "and ... she lives in St. Louis." 

Barb handed him the phone and asked him to take a few more pics while she posed with her new toys. He snapped at least a dozen, circling around to get different angles as she pleasured herself. 

Still euphoric from her latest orgasm, she invited him to join her on the bed. Once he'd settled down, she wrapped him in a hug and rolled him onto his back, coming to rest on top. She leaned in for a long kiss, after which she raised her head to look determinedly into his eyes. "Is Cora the one you fluid bonded with?" 

He nodded his head 'yes'. 

"Call her." Barb said, " I want to watch you fuck."



Mrs. Chamberlain Ch. 04



Disclaimer: This is a work of sexual fiction; use of condoms, getting tested, and use of birth control may not be described or mentioned in this fantasy story but in real life, of course, one would practice safe sex. 

All characters in this story are fictitious and of legal age. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. 

As always, feedback and votes are appreciated. 

Barb was frozen in place, afraid to move, still not sure that she wasn't dreaming. She found herself cowering behind the bathroom door of a hotel room that she was sharing with a man she had met just a few short days ago. The door was cracked open, the light was off, and she was watching Randy and Cora, a girlfriend of his, fuck like wild beasts as she played with her sodden pussy. 

*** 

A recap: 

Barb had attended her niece's wedding in Atlanta and Randy was the best man. He and the groom looked sharp, dressed in their dress blue army uniforms, and she was immediately smitten. She was not sure what came over her but had decided that she was going to try to seduce him. 

The reception was winding down and she found herself at the bar talking to her sister Linda, the bride's mother, when she noticed Randy sitting at a table all by himself. He had a grin on his face and he seemed to be staring a hole through her. She waved at him, and he didn't react, so she brazenly spoke up, "Hey soldier, are you well? You look as if you are 1,000 miles away. The look on your face reminds me of the big, bad wolf. Are you thinking about eating me?" 

Linda admonished her but she didn't care; she wanted him in her bed. 

She gestured for him to come join her at the bar and he did. When he got close enough to touch, she got a whiff of his scent and was instantly wet; she needed him. 

Linda introduced them and after asking what the ladies would like to drink, he ordered for each of them. They chatted and Barb eventually talked him into dancing with her. They danced a few numbers and she was wooed by his charm and impressed by his strength. She did go over the top a bit groping him but she wanted there to be no doubt in his mind that he was going to bed her that night. 

They eventually made their way back to the bar and she made it known that she was ready to turn in for the evening. She lured him to the elevator and then on up to her room, where he showed her carnal delights of which she had only imagined. They spent two sex filled nights together and then they decided to drive from Atlanta to their home town. 

As unbelievable as it might seem, Randy was a former student of hers. Barb had no idea when they met that she had taught the Literature class he took as a junior in high school. Serendipitous as it may seem, he was now teaching her, and she was unsure whether he had fallen into her web or she into his. Barb was experiencing feelings and urges that were previously suppressed within her, and Randy was coaxing them out of her. She was not sure how it could be, but he seemed to know exactly what she wanted him to do with her sexually before she could bring it to conscious thought. It was almost like he knew exactly what she needed and then he did it. He was not aware of it, and she was excited by the notion of it, but she would do his sexual bidding. If he asked her to do anything...anything sexually, she would do it. 

*** 

The night before, she and Randy had just had an amazing sex session when she asked him to take a nude photo of her. He did and they nodded off to sleep. This morning she asked to see the photo and came upon some pictures of another nude woman in his phone. She asked him about it and, as dumb luck would have it, she lived in St. Louis. Cora was the lady pictured in his phone. Barb asked him to call her as she had the urge to watch Randy fuck her. Barb once watched her college dorm mate and boyfriend fuck while she feigned sleep from her own bed. Ever since, she had fantasized about doing it again. 

Randy called Cora and they made arrangements to meet at his room around seven thirty. She was a nurse and would come by as soon as her shift was over. After he made the call and they got dressed for the day, Barb and Randy went downstairs where he booked the room for another night. After confirming that the room was good to go, they went out to see what the city had to offer. As they discussed the logistics, it was decided that Barb would hide in the bathroom where she could watch surreptitiously. 



Randy was concerned about hurting Barb's feelings and asked her several times if she was certain about wanting Cora to come over. She told him, "Yes, I have always wanted to watch a couple get it on. It's a fantasy of mine. I'm gonna use my new toys while you pummel her with that magnificent tool you have between your legs." Yes, I'm more than ok with it. 

He smiled broadly and she asked him, "Did you tell her about me? Does she know I'm here?" 

He answered, "Yes, she knows that I met someone and that we had awesome sex. No, she doesn't know that you are here, in town with me, but she doesn't mind sharing me. I told you we're not monogamous; we're good friends with fantastic benefits. In fact, she likes to watch too. I won't tell her that you are here until we have finished." 

Oh, no. "I don't know if I want her to know." 

He chuckled, "Oh, she will know. She's staying the night." 

Barb paled and gasped, "I don't know Randy... I'm not sure." Gulp!! Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. 

He shushed her, "Don't worry; nothing will happen that you are not comfortable with." 

They had a quick breakfast and decided to tour the Arch, which was within easy walking distance. While they crossed over I-70, Randy's phone buzzed. He smiled and looked at Barb. "It's Cora. She wants me to tell her about you. She wants to know how pretty you are." 

"What are you going to tell her?" 

"The truth, that you are gorgeous." 

His phone buzzed again. "She wants me to describe the sex we have. She wants all of the lurid details." 

"What are you going to tell her?" 

"Eventually, I will tell her everything if you are ok with it. I do need to tell her that you and I aren't using condoms. That's for sure." 

"Is it going to cause problems between you and her? Will she be very upset?" 

"No... I don't think so... I hope not anyway... but she needs to know. I can't not tell her. Neither one of us likes to use them but it would be a major breech of trust for me to omit that important detail and then have sex with her." 

*** 

Cora showed up right on time and squealed when Randy answered the door in nothing but a towel. She jumped on him and wrapped him in a big hug. She was a short strawberry blonde. Barb would guess her age at somewhere near 30 and her weight somewhere around 130 lbs. She was a foot shorter than him, about 5'2" and looked very small against Randy's hulking frame. He cupped her ass in his large hands as he moved toward the bed; as he walked, she kicked her shoes off and kissed him passionately. 

"Oh God I've missed you," Cora squealed excitedly. "How long are you staying?" 

Barb didn't hear his answer as he plopped her down on the bed. Instantly, Cora was up on her knees and had him wrapped in a hug, kissing him while he pulled her blue scrub top up over her head. He deftly unfastened her bra and her larger than grapefruit sized breasts sprang free. Randy wasted no time palming them as she moaned. 

Barb thought, Lucky girl, maybe I should have kept him all to myself. 

They broke the kiss and she stood up on the mattress which allowed him to pull her scrub bottoms down to her ankles. In a flash, she stepped out of them and kicked them to the floor. She now wore only a sexy yellow thong which he did not remove. He kissed her tummy and licked her visibly wet, panty covered crotch. 

I'll bet she liked that, I know I would have! 

He pulled Cora back down to her knees and she undid his towel, which promptly fell to the floor. When she bent down and engulfed his turgid member, he moaned, "Oh, yea," and she giggled. 

Randy allowed her to suck and lick him for a bit and then pulled away from her. She kissed him again and whispered that she was ok with the fact that he had fucked without a condom providing he was sure that Barb was clean. Randy told her that Barb was sure that she was clean. Cora kissed him again and then moved to her hands and knees taunting Randy by wagging her ass at him as he moved directly behind her. 

The bathroom is off to the side of the room and Barb had a perfect angle to see Cora's pretty pink slit as Randy pulled the damp material to the side and licked her from top to bottom. Cora moaned, "God Randy, I've missed your fabulous tongue." 

Randy buried his tongue in her this time and she gasped. He tongue fucked her until she was panting and then he pulled off of her. He turned to look at Barb and winked; his face was covered with Cora's wetness. Oh, how Barb envied her at that moment. Just then, he turned to face Cora and slapped her ass; she moaned. 

Ouch! 

He still had the damp cotton pulled aside so he lined his fat cock up to her shaved slit and rubbed its bulbous head up and down her hot entrance. 

Give it to her Randy. 

From where Barb sat, it looked as if he was too thick for her; it was going to be a tight fit. 

Cora was on the bed on her hands and knees, her ample ass was raised higher than her shoulders and Randy was behind her. He centered himself and, in one thrust, drove his thick cock into her. She howled and he withdrew and thrust again. He moved his hands to grasp her fleshy hips and really began pounding her; Barb heard the squishy, slapping sounds over her moaning, "Fuck me Randy! Fuck me, I have missed this." 

I wish you were fucking me Randy! 

His ass flexed as he thrust forward, burying his bone to the hilt. Barb was envious because she knew just how amazing his thick cock felt. 

God she must feel full right now. 

Cora inched forward with each thrust and Randy moved to close the distance. After several dozen thrusts, they had scooted from the foot of the bed, where he mounted her, all the way to the head where her shoulder was now pinned against the headboard; she had nowhere to go. Her right ear was pressed into the mattress and her eyes were closed. She was mouthing something that Barb could not make out, but there was a look of pure bliss on her face. He was hitting the spots she wanted hit. Randy reached up and grabbed the headboard and, without missing a stroke, repositioned himself onto the balls of his feet. His thighs were outside of hers which squeezed her thighs together and he completely dominated her. With the new found leverage, he pounded into her with even more force. 

Damn Randy, don't break her. 

She squealed enthusiastically as he fucked her. Barb was sure that if they kept it up much longer, the people in the next room would be making complaints about the headboard pounding into the wall. He pounded some more and she screamed going limp, flattening out on the mattress. 

Randy moved off of her and again turned to look over his shoulder at Barb as he pulled his wet, angry looking cock out of Cora with a loud 'pop'. It pulsed as he flexed it, making a show of it. He saw Barb sitting there, in the throes of her own orgasm and grinned. 

Randy quickly turned his attention back to Cora who had rolled to her back. He moved over her, between her thighs and they kissed passionately. He reared up on his thighs and pulled her to him. As she lifted her hips, he took her panties off. Looking over his shoulder again, he threw them in Barb's direction. They struck the bathroom door and bounced, landing on the floor just in front of her, so close that she could smell Cora's muskiness on them. 

Barb's eyes locked on them. My god, what is that smell? Is that really what she smells like? Do I smell that intoxicating? 

He turned his head and assumed a position over Cora again and was balls deep in her with her ankles at his ears by the time Barb looked back up at them. He was on his hands and toes in the pushup position pounding into her again. His ass cheeks flexed as his thick cock filled her to capacity on every down stroke. The room was filled with the rhythmic, 'slap, slap, slap' of their rutting. 

My God, he has stamina. 

He gave Cora relief from being folded nearly in half by sitting up on his haunches and leaning back some. Her ass was off of the mattress and he had both of her ankles together near his left ear. She had her arms over her head; her hands pushed against the headboard so she wouldn't get a concussion. He was hugging her thighs and holding her ass in the air as he thrust rapidly and forcefully. Barb heard the, 'Slap, slap, slap,' of their union, the 'bang, bang, bang,' of the headboard and Cora's whine, "Oohhh Raaaann...deeeeee." 

The slapping soon turned to a squishy sound as he continued to hammer away furiously. 

Cora screamed. "Oh, Rann...deee." Cora and Barb came at the same time. Barb rode her vibrator to yet another orgasm and couldn't contain her own moan. She hoped that she had remained quiet enough to not be noticed. 

Randy stopped thrusting and let Cora's legs down with one on each side of his hips. He grabbed her by the wrists and moved to lie back. Cora moved with him and came to rest mounted above him, fully impaled in the cowgirl position, facing in Barb's general direction. She was panting and leaned forward to kiss him. She soon reared straight up and leaned back. Her feet were flat on the mattress and she supported herself with her hands on his upward bent knees. 

She IS a real redhead. 

Barb could see that the carpets matched the drapes as Cora slid front to back on him and gyrated her hips as she did it. Her breasts were jiggling and he reached up to give them some attention. 

She does have pretty tits. 

Cora gyrated in small circles on Randy's cock and loudly moaned, "Oh, we need to do this more often," as he rolled her erect nipples between his thumb and forefingers. 

I'm with you girl, I can't get enough of him either. Cora's eyes were closed and Barb could tell that she was enjoying the ride. Can you feel his pulse as he throbs inside you? 

Cora soon gasped as she had a small orgasm. She became still and lifted her left leg up, over his head and spun on him, ending up positioned facing his feet. Up on the balls of her feet again, Cora rose up until he was almost completely out of her and then slammed herself down, fully impaling herself. She moaned and did it again. Soon, she established a rhythm that was impressive, pulling almost off and taking him fully on each down stroke until she again climaxed. 

She was panting, flushed and covered with sweat as she settled onto him and reclined; her back to his chest. He caressed her breasts, tummy and their union. 

I love that position. 

He whispered in her ear the entire time; she moaned. 

After Cora's breathing returned to normal, Randy nudged her and she sat up, still facing toward his feet. She leaned forward and settled with her knees outside his waist on the mattress. She continued to lie forward until her breasts were flat against his closed legs and her feet were near his head. She slid back toward him so that she was still fully impaled on Randy's tumescent cock and began to gyrate and bounce her hips up and down on him. 

Barb could see him slide in and out of Cora; his hard cock slick with her juices. He rubbed her buttocks as they flexed and she sighed. Barb had to look twice as she wasn't sure that she was seeing correctly. Randy had wet his thumb with Cora's juices and was rubbing it in tiny circles over her puckered, pink asshole. 

Don't do it Randy, Randy...really? 

Cora bounced some more and pushed back against him, groaning her encouragement. Soon her sphincter yielded to the invading thumb and both ladies gasped as his thumb entered Cora's back door. 

Does she really enjoy this? A thumb in her ass? Really? 

Her gyrating became more intense, as did her vocalizing and soon Cora shuddered in orgasm; simultaneously, Randy roared as his cock delivered its hot load into her. 

They both just laid there until their breathing calmed. Cora sat up and lifted off of him, dripping his cum all over his cock and belly. She turned to face him and settled on her belly, against him face to face. He caressed her from head to ass while they kissed and then he whispered something into her ear. She raised her head to look him in the eyes and she asked, "Really?... Where?...," as she looked around, scanning her surroundings. 

Barb flinched then froze in shock as Randy said, "Barb... come out... I have someone I want you to meet." 

No... No... I can't... Randy no, please no! 

Cora's head jerked to look in Barb's direction and she giggled as Barb answered with a shaky voice, "I don't know Randy, I'm not sure." 

Randy hollered back through a grin, "Come on beautiful, Cora doesn't mind." 

"I'm not mad at you honey. As much as I'd like to, I don't own him." Cora said as she jabbed an elbow into Randy's side. Cora thought I sure wouldn't mind if he wanted to get more serious though. "Come on out, I have to clean up and pee." 

Barb steeled herself and rose to her feet. I don't know about this. She hesitated with her hand on the door knob and then bravely stepped out of her hiding spot. 

"Nice...Randy you dog, she's gorgeous." 

Randy waved at Barb to come to him. She shook her head timidly. He smiled and waved again. Barb did and crawled onto the bed on the side opposite of Cora's clothes as Cora made her way into the bathroom. 

The bed was a wreck and the room smelled of sex. Randy smelled of sex. He asked Barb, "Are you ok?" 

She nodded her head to the affirmative. 

"Are you sure? I really don't want you uncomfortable or mad at me." 

Barb answered, "Mad?... I'm not mad... I'm so turned on right now I don't know what to do. Randy, she's beautiful and sexy as hell... Is that what it looks like when we go at it?" 

"I don't know," he said, "Maybe she should watch us and you two can compare notes." 

She looked at him, "Oh, Randy, I couldn't..." I don't think I could anyway. Could I? "Go wash, her smell is all over you." Randy hesitated and she finished, "I'm ok... more than ok. You did exactly as I asked you and I got a bit more than I bargained for. I'm not mad and I have no reason to be jealous...but I am a bit envious. You two seem to fit so well together, it was exciting to watch." 

Randy got up, picked up his towel from the floor and made his way into the bathroom. He slapped Cora on the ass and Barb heard her squeal. 

Cora asked in a hushed voice, "Randy... Is she ok with this?" 

"It was her idea." 

Barb could hear the disappointment in Cora's voice, "Randy, you do know that I can't stay. It wouldn't be right." 

The shower started and then Cora got in and a few moments later, Randy got in. There was some conversation that Barb couldn't hear as it was masked by the shower. Soon, Randy exited the shower and brushed his teeth. He peeked around the door and smiled when he saw Barb still on the bed. He came out and gathered up Cora's pants and top and carried them into the bathroom. Soon after, he came to the bed, climbed up and lay down next to Barb. She moved to snuggle against him. He said, "Cora's not gonna stay. She thinks that it wouldn't be the right thing to do. She scolded me pretty severely; she's afraid your feelings may have been hurt by what you saw." 

Barb hugged him and since he no longer smelled of Cora, kissed him. "I'm ok. I'm not hurt; I did ask you to call her." I'm horny as hell though. 




Mrs. Chamberlain Ch. 04



The shower stopped and about ten minutes later Cora came out wearing her scrubs. Her hair was wet and she had no makeup on. In a hurry, she made for the door and stopped to come back for her bag and shoes. Red faced, she turned and said to Barb, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I hope you aren't hurt by this. Sometimes he thinks only with that cock of his. I planned to stay but I can't. It wouldn't be right." 

Barb could hear the disappointment and sincerity in her voice and after a momentary pause, she said, "No...It's ok. Please stay." 

Please stay.



Mrs. Chamberlain



Continuing the torment, I paused. She put her heels on the mattress and lifted her ass in the air grinding her hungry box against me, begging, "Oh God, please...." Before she could finish her words, I quickly withdrew and started hammering home again with long strokes. Then I paused again. I slowly pulled my cock outward and, without pause, set a cadence of full strokes until I was nearly out of breath. She tensed and cried out, then burst into a prolonged orgasm. Her pussy squeezed me, trying to milk me of my load. She muttered unintelligible words and shook her head from side to side while digging her nails into my ass cheeks. Demonstrating remarkable strength, she pulled us together and ground her clit against my pelvis, bouncing her ass up and down on the bed. I continued to pound into her until I got to the point where I needed to come too. I paused one last time and as my balls tightened, I started pumping again with even more power and intensity. I hollered, "I'm gonna cum!"

We locked eyes and she nodded her head pleading, "Yes, yes, cum for me. Cum for me!"

I was at the point of no return. With a sucking pop, I withdrew fully. She groaned in disappointment. I placed my hard member at the entrance of her soaked sex, and did not enter her, but instead slid bottom to top along her slit. When the tip of my cock connected with her engorged clit, it set her off again. She came, bucking. I continued to grind against her until I erupted. My balls emptied, my load jetting out and spraying all over her. It shot out with enough force to land on her nose and chin. I continued to shoot and rope after rope of my hot spunk landed on her tits and belly.

When my breathing finally slowed enough to speak, I smiled, "Wow. I'm sorry; I didn't plan to make such a mess."

"Mmmmmm...." she replied panting, "I don't mind at all. Next time, though, please cum inside me."

"Next time?" I thought.