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CHAPTER FIVE

The meeting between Barry and Ellie was everything he thought it would be. She turned white, then bright red, then scooted from the living room to vomit her guts out in the john.

The others were perplexed at her strange behavior, but Chile passed it off as something she had eaten.

Later Barry managed to corner her in the kitchen while the other girls sipped sherry in front of the television.

"Odd, isn't it?" he said, a smirk of satisfaction creasing his face.

"It's more than that," she replied.

"You and Natalie planning on getting married?"

"Jesus," Ellie replied, turning her face from him. "You really like tomb it in, don't you?"

"Yeah… maybe I do at that," he said, realizin suddenly that she was actually miserable about her situation. "I guess that was a little below the belt. I'm sorry."

She turned to face him, her eyes moist with the beginning of tears. "You really are, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I really am. It was rough, but I've come around to different thinking now, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"To each his own," Barry replied, his smile telling her that he meant it.

"Then you're not going to tell them… about us?"

"Not unless you want to."

"I'd rather not," she replied.

"Then we won't," he said.

She gave him a light peck on the cheek and whirled away.

The rehearsals were easier than he had dreamed they would be. He was much more of a pianist than he had thought he was. Under Chile's direction, he caught every nuance and mood in their act until, by the end of two weeks, he was way ahead of them.

Then he saw them do their act for real in a hotel. It was for a department store sales meeting of about a hundred guys. By the end of it, he was sweating blood.

"Jesus," he told Chile afterwards, "it didn't look that way when you had all your clothes on."

She laughed. "Yeah… it gets pretty raw when it gets right down to the nitty-gritty."

It was agreed that he would also act as road manager and do most of the driving while they were on the road.

The first week was a little shaky, but by the end of the second everything seemed to be running smoothly. He became just part of the family and all the girls accepted him as such. All, that is, except Natalie. She still seemed to mistrust him.

Barry wasn't sure, but he had the feeling that she suspected something about him and Ellie. They had tried to be friendly, but it had been difficult.

On the second Sunday morning of the tour, Barry popped his, eyes open and stretched, luxuriating in the knowledge that it would be a day of rest. He grinned, feeling pleased with himself and the world. Two weeks on the road, he thought, and so far so good. The silence in the trailer told him that the girls were still asleep.

The entrance was in the center. To the left of the doorway was the kitchen and bathroom, beyond that a big double bedroom. To the right was the living room and past the living room was a second big double bedroom. Two girls occupied each bedroom. Barry used the convertible sofa in the living room.

His shorts itched. Barry always slept nude, but his first night in the trailer he'd kicked off his blankets, and when one of the girls came out of th bedroom the next morning, there he'd been, stark naked.

Natalie had been the one to discover him, and since she didn't like him anyway, she raised such a fuss that he promised to wear his shorts to bed from then on.

For the first few days the girls had been very conscious of his presence, and always wore bathrobes when they were in the trailer. Then, as they became used to him, they relaxed. Now it wasn't unusual for them to walk around in their sheer nightgowns, or with their robes half-open and their naked bodies peeking out at him.

Only Natalie still appeared covered from neck to ankles. Three or four times she'd seen him looking at the bodies of the other girls, and made cracks about the free peep show. Her intense dislike for him was obvious.

He rolled from the bed and started folding it when he heard a sound behind him.

A slim hand closed over the taut muscle of his biceps and he turned to look into the smiling face of Betty Hayes.

"Good morning," he said, lifting and pushing at the frame of the convertible bed.

"Good morning, handsome," Betty answered, her fingers trailing down his arm.

Barry grunted and dropped the bed into its folded position. When he straightened and turned, she was still standing there looking at him. She wa wearing a black nylon nightgown, the pink and white of her flesh gleaming through the diaphanous material. His eyes traveled quickly up and down her body, taking in the tiny thrust of her nipples against the cloth of the gown and the darker shadow of her cunt hair.

The material was not so thin that he could see all of her body, but she was standing with the window behind her and the light silhouetted her figure, the outline of her legs spread slightly apart, the curve of her waist and hips and breasts standing out in bold relief.

"Chile's still asleep," she said softly as he glanced guiltily over his shoulder at the bedroom door.

"So what?" Barry said, turning slightly away.

"So if you want to look at me you don't have to worry about her catching you."

"I don't worry about that," he said. "She doesn't own me."

"Then why are you afraid to look at me?" she teased.

"I'm not afraid." He turned back to her and let his eyes run over her again slowly, insolently.

"I like you to look at me," she said softly. "Do you like to look?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"You see me naked on the stage every night and you don't pay any attention," she said.

"It's a little different in a bedroom or living room," he shrugged. "Not so impersonal."

Her hands clutched at the filmy fabric and drew it slowly up towards her waist. "You can see better if there's nothing in the way," she cooed.

Barry said nothing; he just stared at her slowly appearing body. Her gown hung to her ankles, but now the hem was rising over her knees and baring the smooth columns of her thighs. Only a space of two steps separated them. She took a step toward him, and he could reach out and touch her. She took that other step, only inches separating her from his hand.

"Go ahead, Barry. Touch me." She must have been reading the desire in his eyes.

"You're going to get us both in trouble," he said, his mouth watering as the gown reached her belly and revealed the auburn patch of her pubic hair.

"Chile says you've got a beautiful, big cock," Betty said, moving into him until her pubic bush was pressed against the fast-rising lump in his shorts.

"She shouldn't pass that kind of information around unless she wants my cock passed around," he said.

Barry hadn't said so, but he wanted this little red-headed fireball. He had wanted her since the first time he had seen her completely naked on stage. She reeked of sex with every twist and movement of her body. And now, with her cun caressing his cock through his shorts, he wanted her all the more.

He wasn't sure how Chile stood on his fooling around with the other girls. He guessed that she didn't give a damn, just as long as she got hers. But he didn't want to take a chance and jeopardize his soft deal so soon.

Betty was of a different mind.

"I want this," she whispered, dipping her hand down into the front of his shorts and bringing his rigid cock into the open.

His hands went up to cup her fleshy tits. "Maybe," he said, "maybe we'd better wait."

"Bull shit," Betty replied, smiling. "Just a quickie. I'll blow you. Sit down on the sofa."

He fell, rather than sat, on the sofa, and she came down fight behind him. She was on her knees between his legs, her hair spread across his thighs and her lips on his cock before he could stop her.

Then he didn't want to stop her.

She shivered. Her warm breath caressed the turgid tip of his cock. He watched her tongue come out, wet and soft and pointed at the tip. His groin throbbed with an intense desire to sink his big bone between the kneeling girl's soft lips and blow his balls deep in her throat.

But he sat still, waiting for her to make love to it.

His balls tightened up as she began. First came the wet, warm tip of her tongue, teasing at th little hole in the top of his glans. Then the feathery touch of her soft lips, moist and warm. Running up and down his swollen meat. Coating it with saliva until it glistened as though oiled.

Her hand came up to squeeze his testicles as her mouth slaved over his hard masculine length. She titillated him with her tongue, swishing and swirling it, licking it all over his prick. Then her mouth was soft and damp, hungrily, slowly spreading upon his cockhead, opening, the glistening lips parting, widening, stretching to become a ridged ring all around the big head, her head moving forward as she took it all in.

"Ah! That's it, you sweet, beautiful little cocksucker… suck it… suck it!"

She rolled her eyes up at him. With her mouth spread around the crown of his prick, her tongue stroked it as she spoke, slurring the words. "Do you like it?" she gurgled.

"Ohhhh… Betty, honey," he whispered, "can you ever suck a cock!"

He reached down to slide his hands along her cheeks and into her hair. He held her head in place while he ran his cock into it. Her eyes bulged. She made a gagging sound and grasped his thigh desperately, trying to pull back. Her mouth was forced wide, stretched by the thick bar of his cock.

Arching his pelvis into her face, he began thrusting his prick into her mouth. In and out of her gulping, hot, slippery mouth. His fingertip caressed, then pressed her cheeks firmly so that her stretched mouth was even tighter around the lust-aroused cock that stood high and proud from his groin.

Her nostrils flared and quivered. She was forced to breathe through her nose because her mouth was totally stuffed. Her warm wet tongue was alive and working. She circled his prick, laved his probing head and pulled at it with strong sucks.

With glittering eyes, he watched the beautifully glistening flesh of his cock disappearing into the tight, circular hole formed by her straining lips. He shoved in, burrowing deep for her throat and seeing the skin tighten over her cheekbones. Her distorted, distended jaws worked like bellows as she applied suction. The big pulpy mass filled the cavern of her mouth. His balls slapped noisily against her chin.

He flipped her body over, with his cock still in her mouth, and started fucking her head from above.

He stood over her and rocked, tightening and tensing his buttocks each time he swung his pelvis forward. He let it slither out and paused to give her a chance to swallow and breathe, then shoved her face full of broad, thick cock again.

Though she was being fucked in the face, she worked with him. Her fingers traced out the shapes of his nuts, slid up through the hair of his crotch, and pressed his rumpled sac. She held her mout open wide, while he guided his massive cock in and out of the wet hole in her face until her saliva drooled down from the corners of her lips. Her lips were stretched taut. His prick felt as though it were being burned.

She rammed her face suddenly forward in a masochistic impalement of her head, almost gagging on the bulging bone as she swallowed it down her throat and sucked hard. His eyes bulged as he stared down at the submissive girl's stretched, working mouth, hollowing around the flaming column protruding from it.

He felt it happen, and he groaned. His hands held her fast. The dams of his lust broke, spurting wildly and madly, shooting off in her beautiful face. It coated her mouth, gooed it, and her cheeks filled up with the blasting load of sperm.

Groaning and stiffening and shivering, he realized he had gotten her, after all. She'd liked his cock, and she'd liked eating it.

As he came he rolled over again and pulled her head completely over his cock, while it continued to spurt hot cum from his balls.

She swallowed. Her eyes snapped wide. His prick continued jerking out its flow of hot, sticky, thick sperm. She swallowed again. Then again, and her throat bobbed as she continued gulping as fast as she could, drinking his sticky cum, taking it into her pretty face and down her throat and into her sweet little belly.

When he released her and stepped back to slide his cock out of her mouth, she had not swallowed it all. Semen was dripping in sticky, shiny white strings from her lips down over her chin and onto her tits.

She knelt there, staring up at him with wide eyes.

"The next time," she said, running her fingers through the fur of her cunt and shoving two of them up her dripping hole, "I want that big hunk of meat up here… Chile or no Chile."

He watched her finger-fuck herself and wanted her again.

The quick blow job had been good, but her pussy would be better.

She stood, as if nothing had just happened between them, and started moving around the kitchen. He watched her body beneath the gown and felt his cock start to rise again. Those luscious thighs and delightful breasts beckoned to him.

He stood and started to move in behind her. His rigid cock was almost touching the material of her gown when the door to Ellie and Natalie's bedroom opened and Ellie stepped into the room.

When she saw Barry's cock she froze, her eyes fastened to the rigid tool she remembered so well.

Barry stood, looking from one girl to the other, in silence.

"Hi," Betty said, reaching behind her and gasping Barry's rigid prick. "Wanna make it threesome, Ellie? We'll have to use your bedroom, though."

Ellie gasped, spun, and retreated back into the room, closing the door behind her.

"Shit," Barry said, and climbed into his pants.

"Hey… what's wrong? She won't tell Chile," Betty said.

"I know she won't," Barry said, and slammed through the front door.

Ellie sat on the bed, her whole body shaking and vibrating.

What's wrong with me? she thought. How stupid. Why am I shaking? Barry's just another man… another cock. I don't need or want that any more. I'm gay. I've got everything I want right here.

She moved her hand to the other side of the bed and rested it on Natalie's thigh. The other girl stirred but didn't awaken.

I suspected I was gay when I mated him. And after a few months and women started looking good to me again, I knew I was.

Then what's wrong with you now? Why are you shaking? Why have floods of juice filled that big, vacant hole in your cunt? Is it because secretly you want a cock in you?

"Shut up!" she said aloud.

"Hmmmm… what'd you say?" Natalie moaned.

Ellie stared down at the tall, voluptuous body of her lover. Natalie's breasts weren't large like her own, but they were full and perfectly tipped with hard, pointy nipples and puffy, dark areolas. Her belly was flat and hard and her thighs long and smooth. At the apex of her thighs the dark, curling pubic hair barely covered the puffy pink lips of her cunt. Natalie's pussy drew Ellie's eyes like a magnet.

Yes, she thought, that's what I want a woman. I want to be fucked by a woman and fuck a woman back. A man doesn't interest me. Barry doesn't interest me. I'm gay.

Ellie inserted two fingers into her own cunt hole and moved them around and around until she could feel the sauce from her inner cunt start to flow. The sticky, syrupy juice from her pussy oozed from between her lower lips, around her fingers, until it filled her palm.

Then she removed her hand from her cunt and ran her fingers and her palm over Natalie's lips and chin. The scent and taste of her lover's cuntal juices was like a wake-up pill to Natalie. Her mouth and eyes opened. She smiled up at her friend and ran her tongue out to lick and savor the fragrant musk on the fingers.

"Good morning," she said.

"Fuck me," Ellie said, her face buried in Natalie's dark hair and her mouth close to the other girl's ear. "Stick your tongue in my cunt and fuck me with it… and kiss my pussy. Kiss it with your ups and suck my clit until I come."

Their positions changed at once, with Natalie raising herself on one elbow and bringing a deft hand up to cup Ellie's spreading breast.

It's just a hand, Ellie thought. It could just as well be Barry's hand. But it isn't. It's Natalie's hand.

And that's what I want.

The hand cupped her breast harder and Ellie felt the first fingers of excitement spread up from her belly. A pair of lips replaced the hand, and she gasped for breath. Suddenly her body seemed to be on fire. She responded automatically to the stimulation. She found herself arching her back to thrust her breast deeper into Natalie's mouth.

"What made you so hot this morning?" Natalie mumbled around her mouthful of soft tit.

Barry's cock, Ellie thought.

"Your body," Ellie said.

A pair of hands were sliding down over her belly to the tops of her thighs and then down to her knees. While that mouth continued to caress her breasts, the hands reversed their direction, and came slowly and sensuously up along the insides of her thighs. Ellie's legs flung outward to give them full access to her body. She moaned and her hands pulled the other girl closer. The lips moved awa from her breasts and one of the hands moved away from her cunt. The mattress shifted beneath her hips and something warm and sweet and smooth was pressed against her mouth.

"Kiss me," Natalie crooned. "I love you."

Blindly, Ellie obeyed and she heard Natalie groan salaciously.

The mattress shifted again and the other girl's breast was pulled away from her lips. She almost moaned with disappointment. It had been such a nice breast, so warm and smooth against her face. But her disappointment soon faded when she felt a pair of hot lips and a wet tongue fuck against her belly.

"Do you want it?" Natalie said.

"Yes… oh God yes! Stick your tongue in my cunt! Fuck me with your fingers! Suck my clit and finger-fuck me at the same time!"

The lips moved across her belly. The tongue darted and fuck like a serpent at the spreading crevice at the top of her slit. Then one, two and three fingers entered her hole as teeth and tongue were simultaneously mashed against her blood engorged, rigid clitoris.

It was happening just as it always happened when Natalie ate her pussy. Her come started almost at once. It built from the tips of her breasts, flowed through her belly and vibrated in her tortured cunt.

The explosion was so quick and so great that sh didn't even feel it building up. One moment those lips were driving her crazy with delight, the next her body was trembling and shaking as colored lights seemed to glow behind her tightly shut eyes.

A series of shuddering waves passed over her, then she fell limp to the mattress. But Natalie didn't stop. She kept on, and this time Ellie felt the thing building in her belly. It gathered and grew and it became so big she was afraid to let it go. She fought it and it grew bigger, this demanding need in her cunt.

Natalie's mouth went wild on her pussy. Groans, throaty and full of lust, babbled from her lips.

"Is it good… is my tongue good in your pussy?" Natalie managed to say.

"Yes, oh yes… don't stop!" Ellie cried. "I want to feel it again. I want to come again!"

The dark-haired girl's head rocked back and forth between her thighs. She sucked and licked harder on the gyrating cunt mashing against her face. Natalie was a hungry animal now as she rooted up between Ellie's wide-splayed thighs, shoving her strong tongue deep inside her rhythmically pulsating cunt.

"Pussy," Ellie intoned. "I want your pussy, too. Give it to me! Give your pussy to me, Nat! Give me your fucking cunt!"

Ellie flipped her body until her chin was jammed against Natalie's hunching cuntal mound. She jammed her face between the woman's thighs an found her cunt lips with a willing tongue. Slowly, carefully, she ran her tongue up and down, up and down the oozing slit. Then she tickled the hairs around the puckered pink anus, letting a tiny bit of saliva slip from her tongue onto the crevice.

When Natalie groaned in pleasure, Ellie parted the girl's ass cheeks further and slipped her tongue between them. The tip and then the thickness of her tongue went far into Natalie's asshole, sending the woman into body-wrenching spasms of joy.

Natalie was going crazy. She used her tongue to further pry the lips of Ellie's pussy apart. A flash of pink and a small trickling of milky cum dripped down into the crevice of her buttocks.

Natalie saw and felt Ellie's tongue pierce her cunt. It threw the tall, dark-haired girl into new spasms of sexual ferocity.

She went crazy with lust and desire. Ellie was her woman; she was Ellie's lover.

She twisted her body until she was on top, grinding her cunt into Ellie's face. She pulled Ellie's leg up over her shoulders and renewed the attack on her pussy with her tongue and mouth.

Beneath Natalie's creaming pussy and between her own legs, Ellie could see Natalie's tongue leaping at her pussy. She reveled in the sighs of the dark head bobbing up and down, the face crushing against her juice-spewing cunt.

"There… there… there… just a little more!" Ellie cried, twisting her thighs into a vis over Natalie's head as her mouth sucked.

They both went off together, bucking and twisting and mashing cunts in faces and tongues into cunts.

Ellie's own juice poured in a stream from her hole as did Natalie's. Both girls sucked until their mouths were sore and their cunts were dry.

At last Natalie rolled from her body and lay, gasping, on her back. "Oh, honey," she said, "you are such good pussy."

Ellie lay staring at the ceiling.

Yes, she thought, I am such good pussy. That's what Barry used to say.

"God, honey," Barry would say to her, before, during, and after they made love. "You are really good pussy."