Barry woke to the noise of clattering dishes. He opened his eyes and looked across to the little kitchenette to see Chile doing something at the stove. She was wearing a pair of very scant and very tight shorts which lovingly hugged the perfect curves of her hips. Most of her back was bare, with only the thin strap of her halter to tell him she was wearing anything at all above her waist.
He yawned and looked at his watch. It was ten o'clock in the morning. "Hey!" he yelled. "Up early, aren't you?"
She turned, gave him a dirty look, and went back to her work. Barry grabbed his trousers from the chair nearby and slid quickly into them. Then he discarded the blanket, rose from the bed, and folded it away. Chile didn't even turn to look at him when he walked by into the bathroom.
He shaved and brushed his teeth, and when he came out of the bathroom again, Chile was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
"Got some of that stuff for me?" he asked, making his voice pleasant.
"It's on the stove. Get it yourself."
He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down again. Chile's halter was the smallest bit of cloth he'd ever seen, and the thinnest. Through the material he could see the large circles of her areolas and the hard dots of the nipples themselves. The deep canyon of flesh between the spheres was completely visible and the soft material clung to the curves, outlining them completely.
Her face was set in a serious expression, but there was no anger in her eyes.
"You feel better than you did last night?" he asked.
"Do you?" she retorted.
"I guess so… why?"
"Didn't you get laid last night? You really are some stud when you can convert lesbians. How was Ellie? Is she a good fuck? Is she better than me?"
His body tensed. He had the sudden desire to just tell her the truth… tell her about him and Ellie, but he decided to pass. "Fair," he said, putting as much sarcasm in his voice as he could muster.
"Well, you got one and you lost one," Chile said, letting her anger boil.
"What does that mean?"
"You fucked Betty, didn't you?"
"Yes, I fucked Betty," Barry said. "So what?"
"So evidently you didn't do a very good job on her."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Chile said, a sadistic smile spreading across her lips, "that the one time you fucked her should have been a better one than you gave her. Because that's probably the first and last piece you'll ever get out of her. Know what she was doing last night? She was playing suck and fuck with Natalie. I heard them and took a look. They were all tangled up eating hell out of each other… and Betty was on top."
"Goddamn it, shut up!" Barry shouted the words, then looked guiltily around as though he feared he'd been overheard.
"Don't worry, dear heart," Chile said icily. "There's nobody here. The queers are all out. Except for the one who's standing here in front of me." Barry let the slur on his manhood pass. Chile was fully aware of his masculinity; she was only trying to get his goat.
She turned her back and spoke to the wall. "All of a sudden I'm on tour with a bunch of gays. What a way to make a living!"
He had a tremendous urge to step across the small room and slap her just once, hard across th face. But he knew it would do no good. Instead, he stalked out of the trailer.
He didn't want to go right back, so he walked around to the shady side of the trailer and pulled his cigarettes out of a trouser pocket.
A noise from inside the trailer made him look around, and he found himself standing beneath one of the high screened windows. By going up on the tips of his toes he could see inside.
It was Chile's bedroom, and she'd just slammed the door behind her. Her face was a contorted mask and her mouth moved as she muttered to herself. For a moment or two she stalked around the room, then stopped before the full-length minor.
Her eyes traveled up and down the length of her reflection and her hands moved to the hooks of her halter between her breasts. She stepped closer to inspect her breasts, and Barry couldn't help but feel the tendrils of excitement at her semi-nudity.
Those breasts rode high and firm on her chest, pure white like marble, with a faint trace of blue veins near the brown nipples. They were firm yet soft-looking. He knew that in the valley between her breasts, her skin was covered with tiny blonde hairs, fine and silky and so small they couldn't be seen from further away than a couple of inches. He remembered that after they had been making love for a while the skin would glisten with perspiration, and she would taste of salt.
Her nipples were only tiny dots in their brown circles of pebbled flesh. And he knew that would happen to them if he ran his tongue lightly over them. They would stir and grow. They would become darker as they filled with blood. And finally they would be as large and swollen as gapes.
Chile would moan and gasp when he took one of them between his teeth, her hands would force his head deeper into the softness, almost smothering him at times as she rolled her chest against his face. She would put her fingers into his ears, or dig her nails into his scalp as she rode her passionate wave.
The girl in the mirror moved her hands to the button at the waistband of her short shorts and forced the tight material down over the lush contours of her buttocks. She kicked them away with a flip of her foot and then bent to push down her panties. Now she was completely naked and he could see both sides of her. In the minor he could see the front of her body, high breasts dropping down to smooth stomach, then tapered belly flowing into the darkness of her lush, exciting, pleasure-giving pussy.
Barry had a hard-on.
From his position outside the window, he could see the twin spheres of her ass. His mind surged with pictures and sense memories of the feel of those satin mounds, the way the flesh would give when he tightened his hands on them, the wa they would jerk and twitch when she reached her climax. He could almost feel them pressed against his cock, the way they had been that time he made her get on her hands and knees and he'd come at her from behind.
God, he wanted her. He wanted her cunt over his cock and he wanted his face buried between those massive, fleshy tits.
But then he wanted Ellie, too. And Betty. Hell, he had even thought about eating Natalie, if that was her only desire.
Shit, he wanted them all. If it were legal he would even marry them all. He could fuck them and they could fuck each other when they wanted to, and they could just go on touring and fucking forever.
Then he heard the car on the gravel. The door slammed and the girls went into the trailer. He waited a few minutes and then followed them.
He flopped on the sofa and tried reading the paper, but it was impossible to concentrate. He was about to leave when the three girls, Natalie, Ellie and Betty, emerged from the bedroom and arranged themselves around the sofa.
"We're all going on a picnic," Betty said. "Out in the woods… that spot by the lake that the waitress told us about."
"I don't feel like it," Barry said.
"You will when you get there," Ellie said. "I'll get Chile."
She moved toward the other bedroom and Barry examined the expressions on the remaining two girls' faces. There was something determined and set about the way they looked at him. Something that told him this was more than just your every day, run of the mill picnic.
He decided to go along with whatever it was they planned to do.
It took them over an hour to reach the lake. It was a beautiful place, set off in the woods far from the highway. The only way to reach it was along a rutted cowpath which wound through a thick forest of tall trees.
When they broke out of the trees, Barry stopped the car and looked around. The lake was large and sparkling clear. In places the trees came right down to the water's edge. A cleared area at the end of the cowpath served as a makeshift beach. There was no sand, but the grass was soft.
Barry took his swimming suit and left the girls in the car to change. It seemed a little silly to have to change behind a tree alone, when he'd seen all of them nude so many times before. He stepped behind a bush and stripped off his clothes, then put on his suit.
When he got back to the cleared space, the girls had set out two large blankets. The food was in a basket, and the beer was in a cooler full of ice. Seeing Natalie in a bathing suit was a strange experience. Heretofore she'd always been carefu not to expose her body to him, but this afternoon she wore a very tight, very skimpy bikini.
Her trim lean body was white from lack of sun, but she was as beautiful as any of the girls. Her sexual preference seemed odd in the light of her appearance.
Barry popped a can of beer and stretched out on one of the blankets. To his surprise, Natalie slipped in beside him while the other three girls occupied the second blanket.
Well, lie thought, throwing a sideways glance at her, no nookey this afternoon.
But Natalie did look good in a bikini. The bottom part was made of two tiny triangles of cloth tied together with thin strings. And the top was a narrow band of elastic with hooks which fastened in the valley between her breasts. The band of material was just wide enough to cover the ends of her breasts; it left the upper and lower curves bare.
Natalie was dipping into her bag. Suddenly she turned to him with a tube of suntan lotion.
"You'd better let me rub some of this into you," she said. "You don't want to get burned."
"You mean that?" he said.
"Sure," she replied, flashing him a smile that he had never seen before.
Obediently, he rolled over on his back and put one hand under his head. In the other hand he gripped the can of beer. Natalie sprinkled a fe drops of the greasy liquid onto his chest. Then she set the tube aside and began to rub the stuff into his skin.
Her fingers were tender yet firm, and she rubbed with a kind of half-caress. Her fingers traced the solid contours of his muscles. When she bent over him, he could see deep between her breasts. She did his chest and shoulders, then his arms, one at a time. Then she moved down along his body and began to rub the oil into his legs.
From the tops of his thighs to his shins, Barry's legs were covered with a thick mat of curly hair. Natalie began at the shins and worked her way upward. He felt a kind of tenseness come over him as she came closer and closer to his bathing suit. Then she was rubbing his thighs, her long fingers kneading the heavy muscles. She grinned down at him and her voice was a whisper.
"That suit is a little too tight for a man who is going to get excited just from having suntan lotion rubbed on him."
He looked down. Sure enough, his cock was getting hard. He looked at Natalie and realized that there was more than just casual interest in his cock.
He thought: What the hell is going on?
He said: "Maybe you'd better stop, then."
"But I'm not through yet. And I don't care how excited you get."
Her hands continued to stroke him and move higher up along his thighs. Then her fingers wer right at the edge of his trunks. He felt them slip under the tight leg band.
Her hands found his cock and it immediately grew rigid and tense in her fingers. Quickly he glanced over at the other girls. Their backs were turned from him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Learning," she replied.
So that's it, he thought, she's just fooling around, teasing.
"You better cut that out," he said. "I won't be responsible for what happens."
"I don't want you to be responsible. I just want you to let it happen."
He looked her straight in the eye. "Do you mean that?"
"The first chance we get," she said, almost blowing his mind. "Now do me!"
Barry squeezed liquid from the tube and put it on her belly. He rubbed it into the flesh between the top of the bottom half of her suit and the under curves of her breasts. When he did her thighs, he took extra time near her cunt. Once he looked up to see Chile staring daggers at him. Then he did the area between the top of the narrow band of cloth and the base of her throat, his hand sliding over the silky upper curves of her breasts.
He squeezed and kneaded the flesh until he could see her nipples thrusting out against the cloth. Her jaw was clenched against any gasp of passion, but what he felt was evident in her gleaming eyes and flared nostrils. He knew she wanted to writhe and squirm.
Well, well, well, Barry thought, she really did mean it. He didn't know how far Natalie would really go, but he was going to find out at the first opportunity.
It came after they had gone in for a swim and eaten some lunch. They all stretched out for a nap and Barry yawned and stretched. "I think I'll hike a little," he said. "Anyone want to come along?"
"Me," Betty said, jumping to her feet. "I could use some exercise."
At this, Chile sat up. "I guess I'll go along, too." She really didn't want to walk, but she wasn't going to let Barry get Betty off alone in the woods.
"I'll go, too," Natalie said, rising.
Chile changed her mind then. Barry wasn't likely to do anything with Betty if Natalie were along, even though Natalie had been teasing him with her body all day. Chile had surmised that it was probably Natalie's way of retaliating for what he and Ellie had done the previous night.
The three people walked into the woods. It was cooler under the shade of the trees and their bare feet made no sound on the thick mat of dead leaves and grass.
Once they were out of earshot of the others, Betty spoke. "If you two want to go ahead, don't mind me. I could see you wanted to get away from Chile, so I volunteered to go along… you two go ahead."
Barry smiled at her gratefully and Natalie reached out to squeeze her arm. Before they moved on, Barry failed to see the knowing glance that passed between the two girls.
They walked until they came to a bend, then Barry stepped off the path and led her into the woods.
When they came to a small clearing he stopped and turned to her. She was already stripping off her swim suit, and he did the same. When they were both naked they came together with a soft smack of flesh on flesh, their fingers digging into each other, their bare bodies grinding together.
"Why?" he said suddenly.
"Because… if we're all going to stay together, we might as well be together," Natalie said. "In everything. You know about Betty and me last night?"
"Yes," he said.
"Well, Ellie's back there right now working on Chile."
He threw back his head and laughed. "I'll be damned," he said.
"Hurry," Natalie urged him, "before I lose my nerve."
Ellie watched the three figures disappear into the woods and her excitement grew. The plan the three girls had hatched up in the trailer was working out perfectly; Natalie was going through with her part of the bargain and now all Ellie had to do was seduce Chile.
They were alone now, she and Chile. Chile was lying on her back, her face turned up toward the sun and her eyes closed. Her great breasts rose and fell in slow, steady breathing. Ellie's mouth watered as she examined the wide, puffy mound where Chile's pubic hair pushed the swim suit outward to outline the expanse of her cunt.
She was looking at Chile with the same inner excitement with which a man might approach a virgin. This was new flesh, uncharted territory.
Chile was aware of Ellie beside her. Ellie's shadow fell across her closed eyes and darkened the insides of her lids. Her mind was awhirl with conflicting thoughts. The shadow over her eyelids disappeared, then she felt Ellie stretch out beside her. The other girl was so close that she could feel the heat of her body and the softness of a breast pressing against her shoulder.
"Are you asleep?" Ellie asked softly.
"No," Chile answered.
"It's falling apart, isn't it?"
"What's falling apart?"
"Us. We were all right until Barry came along. The funniest thing about it is that it really isn't hi fault. The trouble was inside us all the time. He's just the catalyst. He came into our lives and started some kind of chain reaction."
Chile opened her eyes, rolled over on her hip to face Ellie. Ellie was also on one hip and they lay facing each other with only an inch of space between their bodies. Chile looked deep into Ellie's eyes.
"That sounds strange coming from you," she said. "You were always the cynic, the hard one who was just along for the ride. You never seemed to get involved with the rest of us. I always thought of you as kind of an outsider who didn't give a damn about the group, or the rest of us."
"It's Barry again," Ellie said.
"How?"
"I knew him before… in fact, I was married to him."
"Jesus," Chile said, staring at the other girl. "You don't mean it."
"Yes, I do. And last night I found him just as appealing as Natalie. I hope she finds him as appealing as her."
"What are you talking about?" Chile said.
"He's off there in the woods fucking Natalie right now," Ellie said. "No, don't get up… it won't do any good."
Chile settled back onto the blanket. So, she thought, it wasn't Betty, but Natalie he was going to the woods with. Well, fuck him.
Ellie continued: "Barry is not only sexually attractive, he has a way of making us see things about ourselves that we never let ourselves see before. Just his presence on this tour made me feel different about Nat."
"I know," Chile said.
"I don't think you do know," Ellie said. "I don't think you have the slightest idea. What would you say if I were to tell you that Barry and I made love last night?"
Chile closed her eyes and turned onto her back again. "Well, that's between you and Barry. It doesn't have anything to do with me."
Ellie reached out and touched Chile's shoulder. "But it does have, something to do with you. It's changed me in some way. Somehow I'm seeing the world through different eyes."
"That's nice," Chile said, trying to end the conversation.
Ellie kept her hand on Chile's shoulder and hitched her body closer. "Wait. Don't put it out of your mind. I told you it had something to do with you."
Chile opened her eyes, twisted her head back to look at Ellie. "What can it possibly have to do with me?"
Their faces were only inches apart.
Ellie's face swooped down and her lips fastened over Chile's mouth. Her tongue darted inside and Chile was too surprised to react for a long moment.
Keeping her mouth on Chile's, Ellie threw her body over the gri's and pressed herself down against her.
"I want you," Ellie hissed. "I want you so bad, I can taste it."
Chile thought about what she had seen Betty and Natalie doing the night before. She thought about seeing Ellie and Natalie making love together so often and how it had affected her.
Then she thought about Barry's big cock sliding into Natalie's pussy at that very moment.
She looked up at Ellie and smiled. At the same time, she lifted her hips from the blanket and slid the bottom of her suit down her long legs to reveal her blonde thatch, already wet and ready, to Ellie's wide, staring eyes.
"Then taste it!" Chile said.
Natalie was shaking as Barry kissed her. She steeled herself and moved her hand to his cock.
God, it's big, she thought as her fingers folded around the rigid stalk.
"Oh God, Barry, hurry," she groaned.
"You're not afraid any more?"
"Of course I'm afraid. I'm scared stiff. And I have to do something about this fire inside me."
"I don't know," he said.
"Please, Barry," she whispered. "Oh God please!"
"Kiss me," he told her. "Nothing else, just a kiss."
Her lips were soft and puckered under his own and he made no forays with his tongue. Her eyes were closed, he could see the lids trembling. He broke the kiss and put his cheek against hers so that his lips were near her ear.
The ground was covered with a thick, soft mat of dead leaves and pine needles. She moved away a few steps, stood with her shoulders hunched and her hands clasped protectively to her body.
He stood over her and took her in his arms again. She was stiff for a moment, then melted against him, curving to him, pressing herself hard against his body.
Her head was fucked against his broad chest and he smelled the fragrance of her hair. The feel of her against him was a mixture of things. He could feel her desire in the hardness of her nipples and the wanton rolling of her hips. And he could also feel the fear and tenor in her by the trembling of her thighs and shoulders.
"Shhh," he whispered. "Relax."
"Oh, Barry, don't let me be afraid. Don't let me make you stop. No matter what I say or do, don't stop!"
"Shhhh, everything is going to be all right."
She turned her face up to be kissed, his lips touching her eyelids, her cheeks, the corners of he mouth, and finally her own softer lips. She stiffened when his tongue slipped out of his mouth to trace the soft contours.
Her lips parted, his tongue fuck against the glassy surface of her teeth. Then her mouth opened and his tongue was inside the warm cave. Desire and fear fought within her, and desire began to win out. Her tongue found his and entwined against it in the softest of caresses.
Barry broke the kiss and sat down on the soft ground. She sat stiffly, her arms at her sides and her legs crossed in front of her.
He leaned over and put his lips against the warm dry skin of her shoulder. She gasped at his touch as a shudder ran through her. His lips traveled from the end of her shoulder to her neck, then around to the softness of her throat. He kissed the place where he saw her pulse beating wildly, let his lips slide down to the upper swells of her breasts.
Then her arms came up to lock behind his head, and she sighed when he buried his face in the deep valley between her swelling tits.
He caressed her with his eyes, watching the nipples swell and grow. She held out her arms toward him and her breasts jiggled, the nipples weaving patterns in the air. As she came into his arms, her breasts were magnificently soft and hot and firm against his chest. She lay back on the ground, pulling him with her, and her shoulders writhed.
"Oooohhh, the pine needles tickle," she breathed.
He moved again and his lips were searching the contours of her breasts, kissing the flesh at their base, then climbing toward their excited peaks. He moved from one to the other, his tongue lashing at the ruby-red nipples. They were cool, but they warmed as her passion rose.
He kept his mouth on her breasts and his hands reached down and stroked her pussy. His fingers trailed up from her knees, over her warm belly, around her hips and under the lush swells of her buttocks. She put her feet flat on the ground, and lifted her ass to let his hand slide beneath. Then she lowered the jutting curve into his waiting palm.
He tightened his fingers around her cunt and put his other hand on top of her belly. The heel of his palm was at the juncture of her thighs, his fingers spreading upward across her lower belly. He pressed upward with the hand from beneath and downward with the hand on top, and she gasped as he tried to bring his palms together with her body in between.
The lush patch of her cunt was like a fertile field. He stared down at her, and she writhed under his gaze.
Then she reached down, grasped his throbbing cock with both hands, and slowly brought it to her mouth. Her lips caressed the head. Then she began to suck.
Her breasts pressed around him and against him. Her ups and tongue fluttered over his prick like a butterfly, while her hands clenched and unclenched spasmodically on his hard buttocks.
He pushed her away gently and knelt beside her. She lay back on the ground and his head lowered to her belly. She let him kiss her belly and her thighs, then suddenly yanked at his hair.
"Not that, Barry. Not now. It's too much like her. Anything but that."
He moved up beside her again and their lips met in a kiss while his fingers probed. Her hot moist flesh resisted his probing at first, then relaxed. She flung her thighs outward and her feet up in the air. He moved around to kneel between her widespread legs, supporting himself with one hand on the ground beside her naked hip.
Her body tensed at the touch of him against her. "Wait!" she gasped. "Not yet!"
But he knew better. He lowered his body down upon her. Then, with slow pressure, he forced his cock into her cunt, bit by bit, inch by inch.
"Oh," she breathed, "it's lovely! It's wonderful! I can't describe it… oh, Barry!" Her arm clamped behind his neck to force his head down to hers and her lips mashed against his.
His cock slid, balls deep, into her clasping cunt. There was no pain, only joy in the writhing movements of her body against his.
"It's all the way inside you," he murmured.
"I know!" she gasped. "It's beautiful! Fuck me, Barry… fuck me hard with your cock!"
When her hips began to move with a desire and knowledge of their own, he knew it was time to proceed. He began to move, and her body picked up the rhythm. He let her set her own tempo, increased speed only when she demanded it with her eager pussy. Her thighs tightened around his hips and her feet locked behind his back, driving him like a horseback rider.
He fought down his own desire for completion until he felt her go rigid beneath him, and her nails rake his back from buttocks to shoulders.
Then he worked for his own pleasure, and was surprised to feel her responding to him again so quickly. When his climax exploded within him, setting his brain on fire, she was only a few seconds behind. And a moment afterward he felt her achieve another peak of ecstasy.
They lay side by side, naked in the dimness of the forest, for a long time. Barry kept his eyes closed and waited for her to speak. He was still not sure of her reaction. She might suddenly loathe herself for allowing him the pleasure of her body.
They both heard a noise at the same time and turned to see Betty walking toward them. She was naked and her huge breasts swayed delightfully with each step. She had one hand on her cunt and her fingers teased and prodded her clitoris until she reached them.
"I hope you're not too tired," she said, swinging her leg over Barry's head so that he could look straight up between her spread legs and see the juice-dripping lips of her pussy.
"Have a seat," he said, opening his lips and darting his tongue out between them.
As the pulpy lips of Betty's cunt settled over his mouth, he could feel his cock starting to rise again inside the warm, wet cavern of Natalie's cunt.
An hour later the three of them emerged hand in hand from the trees to find Ellie and Chile wildly ravishing each other's cunts with their tongues and fingers.
Barry stopped, looked at the two girls on the ground, and then at the two beautiful women beside him.
"Think you're up to it?" Betty said.
"What?" he replied.
"Barry's girls!" Natalie laughed, and ran across the grass to throw herself in the middle of the two writhing bodies.