Jason Cannon - Stripper wife

"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 girl'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 tucked 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 terror 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 her 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 flicked 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 waned 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 lips 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.