Outside the trailer Barry chain-smoked and paced. He also thought.
What the hell was wrong? Why was he so upset just because Ellie had seen him waving his hard cock at Betty? Why shouldn't he fuck Betty? Ellie had probably scoffed up Natalie's pussy the night before.
But there had been something in her eyes when she had looked down at his cock. Had it been longing? Desire?
He wasn't sure, and it was tearing his guts up to think about it.
It was supposed to be a day off, but he needed to do something and he didn't feel like waltzing right back into the trailer at that point. The car needed washing, and that was an hour's work. He slipped behind the wheel and drove it to th nearest service station for a grease job and an oil change.
While the car was being serviced he went into a diner for breakfast. Ali through the meal his hands trembled, and in unguarded moments pictures of Betty's, Ellie's and Chile's naked bodies floated across his eyes. Their breasts were teasing, their cunts were wet and ready, and their thighs were spread invitingly.
"Jesus… a fucking harem and I'm not satisfied," he grumbled aloud.
"You say somethin', buddy?"
Barry looked red-faced at the counterman. "Huh? No… no, I was… just talking to myself. How much do I owe you?"
When he got back to the gas station the car was ready. He pulled it up to the gas pumps and had the tank filled. While he waited behind the wheel he could almost feel Ellie's thighs locked around his hips. He paid the attendant and pulled away from the station with squealing tires protesting hi hard driving.
He wanted Ellie again, and he wanted Betty, and he might as well admit it, he didn't want to give up Chile. Christ, he wanted the world. Well, why not? Wasn't he the world's greatest stud service?
Barry hadn't wanted to admit to himself that half the high salary he got was because of his ability to satisfy Chile's insatiable sexual desires.
But there it was, and he didn't like it.
When he walked back into the trailer the girls were all awake and in the living room. Ellie didn't meet his eyes when he glanced at her. She and Natalie were poured into slacks with halters that left more of their breasts hanging out than in. Betty wore a pair of shorts so tight that part of the material had crawled up into the crack of her pussy. She, too, wore a halter and every time she moved a little more of her dark nipples came into view.
Barry felt his cock immediately start to rise. He flopped into a chair in order to hide it.
Chile was the only one of the four who still wore a nightgown. It reached just the tops of her thighs and when she moved it might as well have come to just the tips of her breasts. Her pubic bush gleamed in the open every time it flopped.
Barry watched her cross the room to him. Her bold nudity was like a symbol of their relationship, her ownership of him. She smiled and moved to the arm of his chair. Her ass pressed against his shoulder and she leaned over him to envelope his face in the perfumed flesh of her breasts.
"What's the matter, lover?" Chile said. "Need that taken care of?" She reached down and caressed the bulge of his cock through his jeans.
For some reason, it pissed him off. "Yeah."
"Well, c'mon then," Chile said, smiling and rising to stand beside the chair.
"Come where?" Barry said, his teeth clenche tightly together.
"To the bedroom, silly."
"Why bother," he replied, unzipping his fly and freeing his cock. It danced and bobbed like a rigid spear above his groin. "Why not right here? What the hell, let everybody watch. Aren't we supposed to be one happy family?" He squeezed and fisted his cock, making the head swell to gigantic proportions.
"Jesus," Chile said. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"
"Nothin'," he replied. "C'mon, Chile, climb aboard… let's fuck."
"Disgusting," Natalie said from across the room. "I'm not going to sit here and watch this. C'mon, Ellie."
She moved toward their bedroom and when Ellie didn't move, she stopped and turned.
"Stick around, Ellie," Barry said, standing and waving his huge hunk of meat back and forth in front of him. "Shit, you might even learn something."
"ELLIE!" Natalie shouted from the doorway.
Ellie bit her lip and looked from Barry's cock to Natalie and back again. Natalie shouted again, a note of hysteria coming into her voice. Ellie slowly turned and, like a robot, followed Natalie from the room.
"Well, that just leaves the three of us," Barry said.
"Shit," Betty said, smiling. "I'm game." She hooked her thumbs in her shorts and wrestled them down her legs. Her dark pussy thrust forward in invitation when she again stood upright.
Chile looked from her to Barry's cock and licked her ups. She was tempted. She had been horny all morning, since she had awakened and found Barry gone from the trailer. Finally, she shook her head.
"No, thanks," she said at last. "Threesomes don't turn me on. I like to fuck private."
"Chicken," Betty said.
"Shut up," Chile hissed at her.
"Then let's get the fuck outta here," Barry said, stuffing his cock back into his pants. "We can make the next town by tomorrow morning."
An hour later they were on the road. Natalie and Ellie were in the back seat. Nat was reading and Ellie was staring out the window, deep in her own thoughts. Betty sat on the other side of the back seat and Barry's eyes met hers every time he looked into the rear-view mirror. She was smiling at him, and when she saw him looking her tongue would come out of her mouth and slide slowly over her full, ripe lips.
Chile sat next to him on the front seat, her shoulder pressing against his and her hand on his thigh up above the knee. There was plenty of roo for her to move over, but she sat close to him. Whenever she moved, her soft breast would dig into his ribs.
At two in the afternoon they stopped for lunch in a sleepy little town. The restaurant had a homey atmosphere, with waitresses in gingham aprons and bright smiles on their faces. The group was curiously subdued. Each of the four girls seemed deep in her own thoughts, and none was interested in any of the others.
The food, fatigue and general anxiety made Barry very sleepy. They stopped for gas before heading out of the town, and on the short ride from the restaurant to the gas station, he yawned constantly.
"Trade places with me, will you, Chile?" Betty said from the rear.
"Why?" Chile asked coldly.
"Because I can't sleep sitting up and I can't even half lie down with three of us back there."
Reluctantly, Chile traded and Barry maneuvered the big car and the trailer back to the highway.
During the next hundred miles, the girls went out one by one. Betty ended up with her head on his thighs and her hand resting lightly on his cock.
Pretty soon even Barry could take it no longer. He waited until the next rest stop and rolled the car to a smooth halt. It was hot so he rolled all the windows down and settled as comfortably as he could against the door.
It was then that Betty came awake.
She pushed herself off Barry's shoulder and sat up to stretch and yawn, her unhampered breasts pushing out at the soft stuff of her blouse. She opened her purse and fished out a pack of cigarettes.
"What time is it?" she asked as she waited for the dashboard lighter to pop.
"About nine."
"You want one of these?" She held out her lit cigarette.
"Yeah."
"Take this one. I'll light another," she said, thrusting the cigarette between his lips.
He clamped his teeth down over the filter and moved the cigarette to the corner of his mouth where the drifting smoke wouldn't get into his eyes. Betty lit another cigarette for herself.
"Hey," she suddenly whispered. "Everyone's asleep."
"So?" he replied.
"So?" she said indignantly. "So let's go over under those trees and finish what we started. Or does Chile have you all to herself?"
"She hasn't got me anywhere," he sighed, expelling a cloud of smoke at the same time.
"I think she thinks she owns your body," Betty teased.
"You mean because I sleep with her? We have fun, but that's all there is to it. She's not holdin me here. I could quit tomorrow without a pang."
"Except that you'd be missing a lot of goo loving?"
"It's not that good," Barry said evenly. "And the funny thing about sex is that when you're getting it, it doesn't really mean very much. It's only when you aren't getting any that you think about it all the time."
"Well, I certainly had you thinking about it this morning," she said with a grin.
"Why not? You're one hell of a good-looking woman. And with you there's still the mystery."
"You mean, once you made love to me you wouldn't be interested?"
"I mean I wouldn't be as interested as I was this morning. I'll always be interested. I'd have to be made of stone not to be."
"You son-of-a-bitch," she suddenly croaked, her hand reaching and squeezing his cock. "I want you. C'mon."
She was out of the car in an instant. When she turned back to him he could see her face clearly in the moonlight. Her eyes were blazing with lust and her mouth was slack with passion.
"Goddamn you," she hissed, "I need you. C'mon."
Never turn down a lady, Barry thought, and slid from the car, gently closing the door behind them. Betty ran up a path and under some trees, with Barry close behind her. When they were just out of sight of the car, she stopped suddenly and turned. He ran right into her anus.
She pulled him closer to her. The covered ends of her breasts brushed against his chest, her mouth touched his face. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips, tracing the contours of his mouth, then drove inside.
"What are you waiting for, you bastard?" Her words were like lascivious spears of passion, and they found their mark in his excitement.
"You want it, huh?"
"Yesss," she hissed.
"With your clothes on?"
"Damn you," she spat. "Help me!"
Her hands tore at the ties to her halter while his hands opened the button and zipper of her shorts. Her bare breasts were like mountains of ice cream with cherries at their tops… hard, succulent cherries.
The shorts dropped to the ground. She slid her fingers under the cloth of her panties and pushed them down over her hips. The elastic widened to pass over her hips, then narrowed again as the hips tapered to thighs, calves, and finally ankles.
His hand cupped the fullness of her ass cheeks and pulled her body forward until her belly was pressed against his lips. His tongue roved over the satin skin and her hands curled in his hair.
"You dirty, no good, filthy bastard," she groaned. "Bite me! Eat me up! I'm yours!"
His hands clenched on her full buttocks. He kit the spongy flesh compress as his fingers dug deep into the softness.
"That's it! Hurt me!" Her hips thrust her eager pussy hard against his lips.
His lips and tongue roved over her body. Her fingers in his hair yanked hard as she shoved his head to her. His cheeks brushed the trembling softness of the insides of her thighs as his lips found her hot cuntal flesh.
"Oh you bastard," she groaned. "Eat it. Suck my pussy!"
His tongue dipped into the groove of her auburn muff and laved the satiny smoothness it found there. She gurgled with joy as the tip found her clitoris and worried it until her pussy gushed its juice onto his chin.
"Oh yes!" she cried. "Suck it up! Suck it all up!"
Ellie heard the snap of the car door and popped her eyes open. She saw the retreating bodies go up the path and rolled her head to her two companions in the seat beside her.
They were both sound asleep. Natalie had rolled against her in her sleep and let her hand crawl up beneath Ellie's skirt until her fingers were lightly pressed against her pussy.
Ellie knew what Barry and Betty would soon be doing. She closed her eyes and put her head back against the seat to sleep. It did no good. She found herself thinking of Barry's huge cock sliding between Betty's thighs and parting the straining lips of the redhead's cunt.
She found herself spreading her own thighs and wriggling her ass forward to try and shove Natalie's fingers into her own cunt.
It wouldn't work.
She thought of awakening Natalie and making love. But she knew that wouldn't work, either. Then the vision of Barry's big cock again floated across her mind and she suddenly knew what she would do.
Carefully and quietly she slid from the car and padded on bare feet up the path behind the couple.
With Betty's help, Barry had removed all his clothes. She was now lying on the ground with his naked form standing above her. His prick bounced, rigid and ready, in front of his naked groin.
She was beautiful in the moonlight, with her thighs spread wide so that the moonlight could catch the juicy sheen on her cuntal lips and inner thighs.
For a moment he stood looking down at her naked body, open and writhing, her eyes glaze with passion, her arms reaching for him. "Come," she whispered. "Fuck me."
He lowered himself upon her as she arched to meet him. They came together with the soft slap of flesh against flesh as his huge cock easily skewered her willing pussy. Her belly ground against him and her tits flattened up against his chest.
Her thighs locked around his hips and they quickly settled into the hard, panting rhythm of lustful fucking.
"Barry," she cooed against his ear, her hands running wildly up and down his tensed back. "Deep… hard, hard, hard! Make it hurt… hurt me with your cock!"
He lowered his head to her breasts and sucked as he withdrew his cock until only the hard ridge was tickling her outer cunt lips.
"I'm on fire," she pleaded. "Oh God, I can't stand it… put it back in!"
His face was pressed against the softness of her breasts, her left nipple trembling between his lips. He could feel her heart beating inside her chest, racing like a trip hammer.
She arched her chest up toward him and her hand slipped between their bodies to grasp his cock. Still he held back and lashed at her nipple with his tongue, while groans of frustration came from her lips.
He let her pull him closer, moved his knees to get leverage, then thrust savagely.
"Argghhh!" she screamed. "Ooooohhhh," she moaned as he moved away.
Then he was beating his cock into her, savagely plunging and withdrawing. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her head rolled from side to side as waves of delight washed over her. Her mouth was slack and a thin stream of spittle ran down from the corner.
Her eager body met him stroke for stroke. Her long nails raked his back and ass cheeks. And fluttery, rhythmic waves of contractions rolled through the muscles of her belly and pussy.
"Now, now!" she cried. "Harder… more! I'm there, I'm there!"
And she was. She came like a dam bursting. But still she didn't stop. If anything, she fucked her cunt up harder over his cock. She was a woman who obviously loved to fuck, and she was giving Barry the ride of his life.
"Ohhhh, it always feels so good when the first come is passed and I can concentrate on pure fucking."
Barry didn't answer her. She was driving both him and his prick wild and he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.
As their pelvic bones ground together, Betty squeezed harder with her thighs. She lifted her ass from the ground and started to gyrate it in ever-widening circles. The movement drove his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt, making th bulbous head rub up against different spots deep up inside her belly. It made her feel good and she was slowly able to excite herself all over again.
There was something primitive about fucking outdoors under the stars and the trees, and she was loving it. She was aware of the sounds of the birds, the animals, but most of all, she was aware of Barry's hard, thick, driving cock meat digging hard and fast into her cunt hole.
With a wrench of his body, Barry rolled over so that she found herself sitting on top of him. Different sensations flooded throughout her body as she closed her eyes and rotated her steaming pussy from side to side.
Barry was gagging with the lust in his choked throat. He reached up and cupped, then tore at, her heaving, swaying breasts. He pinched her nipples hard, making them stand out as he plunged upward, driving his cock in wildly impaling thrusts in and out of her pussy.
She held the thick shaft and fucked herself down, pleading, telling him with her hips, her buttocks, her tight nipping pussy, to drive the whole of his loving prick up her cunt.
Betty couldn't speak. The fire from the tip of his rod had reached her throat. And she couldn't go slow, either. She couldn't do anything except what she was doing… grinding her hips, her tight cunt hole, onto his big hard cock. Her fingers yanked at the root of the monster, her hand tryin to push the meat deeper while her pussy pulled, sucked. It was so good!
Barry ground a finger into her asshole as he continued to stroke her cunt with his meat. She didn't seem to mind it at all, moaning with lust as she felt his cock penetrate deep into her insatiable pussy.
Barry was a good lover, no doubt about that. He took his time with her and soon the girl was again starting to respond. Her cunt had been sopping to start with, but now it was overflowing with secretions, a warm flow of hot, salty juices, a preparation for the second orgasm that now seemed only a few seconds away.
Now Barry was fucking with a vengeance. And she was coming, screaming out with her satisfaction, sweat streaming down her shoulders. Her cunt was contracting wildly around his prick.
"Come on, big daddy!" she coaxed. "I'm there! Do it harder, harder! It feels so fucking good when you fuck me like this! Come with me!"
"Take it easy," Barry panted in answer. "Go ahead, I'm not ready yet but I want to feel you coming!"
She obliged him a few seconds later, her body sitting perfectly still but her entire pussy clamped almost painfully around his probing cock.
And Barry was still fucking her, working his big thick cock in and out of her lush cunt. The girl was numb for a few minutes after her orgasm, but the she was able to satisfy him, whipping her body around, doing whatever she could think of to increase his passion.
In the bushes, Ellie watched their sweating, straining, naked bodies in the moonlight. She watched Barry's cock fucking into Betty. She could almost feel his pussy-juice-stained prick sliding up and down the tender walls of her own cunt.
The expression on Betty's flushed face, the noises she made as the male meat penetrated her cunt again and again, made Ellie's own pussy contract, as if it were her cunt that Barry's rigid tool was fucking.
I've got to have him back, I've got to, she moaned to herself as she tore at the petals of her cunt with her hands.