17 comments/ 95650 views/ 66 favorites Crystal Clear Ch. 01 By: Romantic1 This story begins the long-awaited continuation of my Road Trip series also posted on this website (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this one, although I do make references to events and characters in that story to tie this story and that one together. My plan is to post weekly additional chapters to this story, so check back about weekly. This story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Crystal Clear Ch. 01 Following up on that statement, Crystal and I left Ellen studying her music course and took a motorcycle ride to a backwater '7-11' store. I bought the current and back issues of Penthouse, Playboy, and three other porn magazines. As I paid, the clerk refused to make eye contact but put them all in a paper bag. I also bought a six-pack. Crystal had wisely waited outside wearing her helmet to avoid recognition. Back at the house, Crystal and I poured through the magazines studying the photography layouts and trying to make a more objective decision. I got a hard-on that wouldn't go away during our 'research.' "There's lots of pussy shots," Crystal observed, flipping open an issue of Penthouse on the couch between us so I could see the erotica. "You can't have a photo spread in one of these mags without maximum exposure -- and I mean lips, gorgeous big pussy lips. You can see their labia, and in some pictures even their vagina -- the hole, I mean. Look at this one." She pointed to one particular picture. I responded, "That's so guys can jerk off with the mental image of fucking the girl in the photo. The competition to Playboy and Penthouse shows intercourse from every point of view, and more than likely with two, three, or more guys ganging up on one pretty damsel, and that's before we get to the kinky stuff like bondage or sadism." "Do you suppose they'd let me do a more subdued appearance, one more suitable for a 'girl next door' as you put it?" Neither of us knew the answer to that. Crystal emailed a reply to Terry on her iPad suggesting 'erotic but demure' photography, and asking whether Playboy would be interested in something like that instead of an 'all-out frontal assault,' as she called it. Crystal Clear Ch. 01 The sensations of our climaxes gradually subsided. I withdrew, and flopped on the sofa next to Terry and Brite. We were spent. On the other sofa, Crystal and Ellen lay together, both apparently having also cum in the last few minutes. The two-headed dildo lay between them, an end in each of their pussies. Crystal spoke, "You guys -- the three of you -- were amazing. So erotic. What a sex show. Maybe we should film that for Playboy." To be continued Crystal Clear Ch. 02 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this one. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story So Far: After a cross-country road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim now lives with Crystal Lee and her sister in Tennessee. Jim and Crystal are both top stars in country music, a major change in life for Jim. Crystal has been asked to pose for Playboy; the trio and Crystal's manager have traveled to Minnesota for a photo session with world-renowned photographer Brite Reber. Crystal Clear Ch. 02 Crystal darted into the union of the two, capturing part of the syrupy link, before demonstrating to Nikki her own prowess at deep throating Terry's cock. Ellen said quietly to me, "Jim, if I did that to you, I'd never want to have you leave my lips." I speculated, "You'd have trouble breathing, I believe." "But I would die the happiest woman in the world -- knowing that I brought you pleasure as my last act." "Hey, don't think that way. I love you the way you are -- very alive and beautiful." I leaned in and kissed her. Our kiss quickly became a duel of tongues and a long, passionate kiss. I could feel my desire to couple with Ellen rapidly rise. As we kissed, Ellen unbuttoned my shirt slowly, and then she helped push the garment off my body. My belt and slacks were next. I assisted by raising my hips so she could pull them away from me and toss them aside. I too had gone commando that afternoon. As my slacks left my body, my aroused penis suddenly reveled at being exposed to the air. Brite joined in the final stages of my strip. Ellen moved to sit beside me, but as she sat I pulled the back of her dress up so her bare buttocks sat on the sofa. I pulled her gingham dress over her head, appreciative of Brite handling our post-photo shoot wardrobe with clothing so easily shed. I repeated the process on Brite, smoothing her luscious breasts as they came into view. Ellen had what I considered perfect breasts. They were full-size, more than a handful each, and each had a slight tilt upwards as though she was always holding her chest up and out from her body. There was no doubt they were all natural. With no sag at all, each mound held a dark tan-tinged areola larger than a silver dollar. In the center of the areola rose a nipple about three-eights of an inch across and in a state of perpetual excitement, extending the same distance out from the background areola. Her breasts flowed down her body across a flat tummy, punctuated by a navel piercing containing a small diamond studded chain that I found super-sexy. I thought the small circlet invited attention -- sexual attention to her body, both above to the breasts and below to her sex. I ran my hand down her body, cupping a breast -- feeling her nipple harden further beneath my grasp, encircling her piercing, and then oscillating back and forth across her lower skin as I seductively dragged a finger back and forth across her manicured triangle of pubic hair and neared her sexual slit. Ellen gasped as my finger neared her clit, "Oh, Jim. Oooooh. So, nice." She pushed further into my body as our tongues again thrust into each other's body. After our kiss, I turned and gave Brite the same treatment. Both women were stroking my cock in a playful manner. Ellen also toyed with Brite's breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples in that apparently Brite thought to be just right. I asked Ellen, "Can I eat you? Please. And Brite?" Both women nodded after my question. They slid lower on the sofa until their hips extended into space where I could attend them. With tongue extended, I slithered down Ellen's body, pausing for many minute to savor Ellen's breasts. I vaguely recalled Crystal telling me I'd been weaned too early, and thus I had a breast fetish. She too liked me to suck on her nipples. Ellen nearly came as I attended her, so to tease her I shifted to Brite who I had been fingering as I licked at Ellen. Brite's breasts sagged with her age, but nonetheless were erotic and highly stimulating to her when played with as I'd learned. My tongue dragged lower, following the path of my fingers a few minutes earlier. Soon, I reached her quim. As I neared, I could smell her sex -- the aroma of a woman in heat, a woman that wanted sex from me -- with me. Brite's slit glistened with the moisture of her anticipation. I lowered my head until my tongue held ready nearly opposite her anal opening. I thrust in and licked upward along her entire gash, past her clit and into her pubic hair. The aroma and taste were like nectar of the gods, so pleasing to the nose and taste buds. A long moan escaped from Brite's lips, and her lower body shuddered with immediate pleasure. I looked up at her, and she smiled at me almost with embarrassment through squinted eyes, her hands reaching downward to urge my tongue back onto her body. I winked and shifted back to Ellen. I pushed my tongue into Ellen's vagina without warning as I twisted my face back and forth lightly across her clit. I oscillated my tongue into her body, orally fucking her. She moaned again, and predictably a flood of female lubrication erupted from her body and flooded our union. Ellen moaned, "Oh, fuck, I've waited for this all day long." After a pause, she said, "Jim, come up here; make love to me. We can do oral later." I moved up to accommodate her wish. Ellen squirmed so her body centered more on the sofa. "How do you want to do this?" I asked as I shifted position. "Anyway at all. I just want you in me -- deep within me. I also want you to cum in me, and I want you to stay there afterwards. I want your fullness in me." As an afterthought she said, "Brite, I hope you don't mind, but I really need him." Brite nodded in acknowledgement. She moved beside Ellen more, and reached in with a hand and her mouth to molest her breasts. Ellen spread her legs as I came back onto the couch from my kneeling position. I took aim with my cock, and slowly drove into her body after smearing some of her lubrication about the heated hole. We both groaned in the delight of our coupling. I made a few short strokes, sinking a little deeper into her with each thrust. Finally, our pubic bones pushed tightly against one another. Ellen sighed in contented relief and pulled me to her body, her erect breasts stroking my chest as we came together. That feel of her breasts alone, almost made me cum it felt so erotic. "Oh, God, Jim. You are so wonderful. Do you know how much I love you? I hope you do. I think of you all the time, every second of the day. I think of us like this -- fucking -- making love -- copulating -- having intercourse. I think of us doing kinky things -- your choice of fetishes, and I'll love them all. Do you want me in a gangbang? I'll do it for you. Do you want to watch me get fucked by someone else -- Terry or anyone? You set it up, and I'll do it. Do you want me to watch me with other women -- Crystal or Brite or anyone? I'll do it. I love you more than ... anything." Brite moved in and kissed her deeply. When Brite pulled away, Ellen pulled my head to her and we kissed, hard first and then more tenderly. I whispered to her, "Ellen, you know I love you too. This feels so comfortable with you and Crystal and Brite and Nikki. We are a nice sexy group today -- a foursome usually," I said thinking of Crystal and Terry, and the times the four of us had shared sex together. I felt a tiny recoil from Ellen as I pumped into her body, almost as though the mention of Crystal and Terry had momentarily jarred her thinking. I'd pursue that later. Ellen redoubled her efforts to thrust upwards into my down strokes. At a sound from the large bed, Ellen and I looked over to see Nikki bouncing in reverse cowgirl on Terry's engorged prick. As she did, Crystal leaned against her for support as she enjoyed Terry's tongue on her sex as she squatted over his face. From the angle we had, we could see Terry's cock moving in and out of Nikki, and his tongue lashing about at Crystal's cunt. From beneath me Ellen said, "Fuck me harder. I'm getting near. I want an orgasm from you -- cock and cum deep within me. Brite, suck on my breasts -- a little harder; be rough, and then you can have him for a while." I redoubled my effort, looking deep into her eyes as I thrust into Ellen's body. Brite's nudity next to Ellen added to my excitement. My hips moved faster and faster; I felt our orgasms approaching. When they exploded into and through our bodies, I fell into Ellen's arms and our kisses brought a new rapture to our relationship. Jets of my cum surged into Ellen's cunt, washing over her cervix I'd driven so deep to reach. "Oh Jim, I can feel you cuming inside me. Oooooh, fuck. This is so beautiful. I love you, I love you, I love you." There was definiteness to her repeated phrase. I knew we had a special relationship -- loving, however, this was different -- more sincere, deeper, and meant more for two people deeply in love. I guess maybe we were. I honored Ellen's request and stayed embedded in her quim as we kissed and cuddled after our climaxes. We watched Nikki cum on Terry's cock, and Crystal replaced her as they worked to get him to ejaculate into his orgasm. Shortly after Crystal took over in the cowgirl position, Terry's back arched up into Crystal as they both came with moans, groans, and smiles. Nikki lay beside the pair strumming her clit to her own second orgasm that evening. As our afterglow subsided, I felt Brite's hands extract my soggy cock from Ellen's pussy. Brite gulped down my cock, using her tongue in talented ways to excite me again. I responded immediately. Ellen whispered in my ear, "You're going to sink that beautiful cock of yours deep into Brite's pretty pussy. Maybe after that, the two of us will suck your cum from the other while you watch us. I want to do things that excite you that make you love me more. I want to be your kinky lover -- your slut -- your mistress -- your girlfriend -- your everything. Feel how Brite's mouth on your cock is making you so hard." When Brite determined I had reached an optimal state of hardness, she dragged her pussy up my thigh and impaled herself on my shaft. She came almost immediately. Minutes later, amid dirty talk from both of them, I exploded again, this time into Brite's cunt. True to her word, only a minute later, Ellen and Brite were in a sixty-nine with each other, sucking my cum from each other's pussies and trying to give the other another orgasm. Ellen came again. I helped her bring Brite another climax by the talented use of my fingers. Soon, all of us were horizontal -- collapsed as a result of the physical exertion to achieve our orgasmic pleasure. Ellen and Brite snuggled on either side of me. Ellen squirmed and pushed her wet pussy into my leg in an erotic gesture. Brite duplicated her action. As much as I wanted to ravish their bodies again, that evening I found myself limited in my response." Brite slid down my body, tried to fellate me without much of a response at that moment. She moved over to Ellen, and started to munch on her sodden mess again. Ellen finally pushed her away, and said, "Too much stimulation. Oh, Brite, I'm too sensitive now. Come back in a few minutes ... that is, unless Jim comes to life again." Crystal said, "Well, you can come over here Brite. Terry, Nikki, and I need cleaning up too." Brite turned and flounced onto the bed to the sated threesome. Ellen held me for a minute and then said, "Come. Let's walk outside for a few minutes and cool off in the night air. It's not that chilly out." We rose, and walked to the exit door from the barn studio. Outside, Ellen was right, the night was delightful and the temperature was just right to cool down our overheated bodies. Ellen flowed into my arms, even capturing my semierect cock between her legs right against her cunt. "Oh, Jim, I love you so." I said in awe, "I don't think I've ever heard you say that so frequently." "That's because each day I fall deeper in love with you." After a pause, she said, "You think of Terry and me as couple, but we're not. Right now, we're just 'fuck buddies' plus, of course, I work with him to promote Crystal and you." I didn't quite know how to respond to that bit of news. I just said, "Oh." As I got my wits I asked, "Is that OK with you?" "Yes," Ellen answered, "As long as you're there for me -- often I hope. I like Terry -- a lot, but I love you." "I thought Terry and you had a deepening relationship." "We did for a while, but as I learned more about him -- and you -- I choose you." "But, Crystal and I are ..." "I know. I know. I'm still thinking about all this. I love my sister too -- a great deal -- really great deal, and I know she loves me. I don't want to hurt her ... or you ... or us ... or Terry. I want us all to be happy and to get what we want." I ventured, "And you want me?" "Most definitely," Ellen said with a smile. She waggled her hips, and I felt my cock harden further against her slit where she still held me. "I want you. I love you. I love you truly, deeply, madly -- as the song goes." "Wow." I paused. "Ellen, I don't know what to say or do about this. I'm flattered. I have always loved you -- yet, Crystal has become my primary ... focus, I guess you'd say. I ..." Ellen leaned in and kissed me. "Don't do anything. Don't change anything. Don't say anything. Don't upset Crystal ... or Terry. I guess I shouldn't have mentioned it." I ignored her comment and asked, "Does Terry know?" "Yes, if he thinks about it ... and what I've said." Ellen smiled as she held me so our hips remained together, and my cock remained trapped against her labia. "We've never said 'We love you' to each other -- you're the only person I've said that too -- except my sister. " "Why not him?" "Lots of reasons. He's got an ego, and you don't. He's Mr. Stress and you're Mr. Calm. When he gets mad, the world knows it. When I've seen you get angry, you button it up until you can move beyond the situation -- even meditate past it. He's secular. You're spiritual. He's buried in his work; you consider the people around the most important thing in your life." "That's indicting. How can you be his fuck buddy?" "He's good sexually -- fun ... but you're better. We just made love to one another. Terry and I fuck; that's all, we just fuck. It's good; it's a release, but there's more to life." I felt nonplused. "When did all this start?" "With you?" She asked. I nodded. "Back when we were in Texas -- when Crystal and I changed places so she could hide from the paparazzi and I rode off with you on your motorcycle dressed like her. We spent FOUR nights together. If I hadn't loved you before we started that trip, I surely loved you afterwards. I'd never had such a fabulous experience in my lifetime -- before or since. I wish we could do it again." "Do what again?" A voice out of the darkness said. Crystal came up to our sides and embraced the two of us. Ellen hesitated and then answered truthfully, "Be with Jim -- as we were when we rode from Dallas to Albuquerque." She hugged me. I watched in the dim light as Crystal tried to study her sister's face. I put an arm around Crystal as well as Ellen. Crystal asked her sister, "You love him don't you. I mean really love him." Her voice was non-threatening, and betrayed the caring I'd seen between the two sisters. Ellen nodded, and in the moonlight I could see her tear-stained cheeks glistening. She'd been silently crying as we talked. A long silence passed. Crystal eventually pulled my face to hers and kissed me, and then she did the same to her sister. The kisses were sweet, yet sensuous. She whispered so only the two of us could hear her, "Then I guess we have a problem -- maybe, maybe not. Maybe we just need to be creative. Let's all just give it some time -- until after Christmas say. Let's not rush into any kind of dramatic situation. No drama." I marveled at the wisdom of her words, and would continue to do so in the months that followed. Crystal Clear Ch. 02 I looked around and realized that Nikki had also disappeared, maybe at a subtle signal from Brite. Seconds later, Brite had my cock in her mouth giving me one of her fabulous blowjobs. When I reached medium rare, she pulled me over her body as she reclined on the large bed. We drove into each other's bodies as we swapped tongues and fluids. I penetrated her small frame with a feeling of delight. Brite liked dirty talk, and she inspired both of us with steady steam of narrative about our sex act. Brite was older, and so as we moved, more of her body parts oscillated and vibrated, particularly her large breasts. With arms extended and my hips driving into her, I marveled at how sexual she looked beneath me. Our orgasms came in sync, and we sighed and wallowed in the heavenly feelings we'd brought to each other. I rolled us over, so we were side by side and my weight wasn't on Brite, yet I remained connected cock-to-cunt. An unexpected round of applause broke out from Terry, Crystal, Nikki, and Ellen who had watched the end of our amorous interlude. Brite and I laughed as the four of them piled onto the bed around us. Ellen excitedly asked, "Can I clean you both?" Brite nodded, and Ellen rolled next to us a second later. She first pulled my cock from Brite's pussy and swallowed the shaft, cleaning our combined fluids from the shaft. She then buried her head in Brite's pussy, her tongue sweeping the gash as she suctioned my cum from Brite. I think Brite might have cum again, perhaps only slightly. I recalled she had a hair-trigger clit, so that might have been a good guess. Later, Brite produced a buffet lunch of cold cuts. As we snacked, she set up the bed again for more seductress shots of Crystal. When we were ready, she posed Crystal for some shots she classified as 'Racy Playboy'. "They'll love these, and some even hint at that gorgeous beaver you want to hide." She had Crystal pose sitting on the bed with her legs spread wide but with both arms down in front of her so her hands covered her privates. Crystal's breasts were exaggerated between her arms, yet nothing else showed. Six shots fired off from different angles, as Crystal struck a seductive facial expression -- she called it her 'Come fuck me' look. Next, with the same look she posed Crystal as though she was undressing on the bed. Two high gloss red stiletto-heeled shoes were strategically 'dropped' in the photos to cover her vagina. Crystal's arms automatically moved into graceful poses as Brite, standing nude, clicked off photo after photo. Brite explained as she talked, "I remembered your words about not wanting to show the world your pussy -- or however you put it. That said, the Playboy public wants to see pussy, so we have to give them damn near close to that, even for their favorite country music star." After a pause, she added, "Besides you have a beautiful pussy -- and I know it tastes divine." Crystal knelt on the bed holding a bright dress against her but with a breast and a nearly frontal shot of her pussy. "The angle hides your goodies," Brite told Crystal, "but the voyeurs buying Playboywill think they can see more than they actually can. Turn away now, just slightly. That's it." Brite had Crystal lie partway back and raise her legs -- one with a thong hanging from her toes, both legs crooked and the one nearest the camera slightly higher. The result was a near beaver shot, putting her vagina in a deep shadow yet highly suggestive. Brite produced some props and took a couple of hundred shots with Crystal using a tall stool, a massage table, a balloon, a tennis racquet, three apples, and a ladder. A few more outside shots as Crystal walked naked to and from the camera along a wooded path near Brite's pool area -- picking leaves from a tree, reaching for an apple, pointing to a bird, exposing herself to a summer breeze. Every shot was erotic, perfectly posed, and exquisitely captured by Brite. About four in the afternoon, we ended our photo shoot. As Brite and Nikki had worked with Crystal, Terry, Ellen, and I had a two-on-one with Ellen on a sofa in the far corner of the studio. We cleaned up by taking an afternoon swim. Ellen seemed to relish the attention Terry and I gave her, and I lost count of the orgasms she experienced over the hour we were together and playing. Crystal went to clean up, removing some of the makeup. We collected our luggage, what little we'd brought, piled into Brite's Jeep, and she drove us to the airport. As we drove, we saw the Learjet on approach to land. We were early and so was the jet. We hugged and kissed Brite goodbye, and only a few minutes later, our pilots raced down the St. Cloud runway into the sky for the return trip to Nashville. I fell asleep before the wheels left the ground. To be continued Crystal Clear Ch. 03 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this one. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story So Far: After a cross-country road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim now lives with Crystal Lee and her sister in Tennessee. Jim and Crystal are both top stars in country music, a major change in life for Jim. Crystal has been asked to pose for Playboy; the trio and Crystal's manager Terry Ross traveled to Minnesota for a photo session with world-renowned photographer Brite Reber that ended in a weekend orgy. Crystal Clear Ch. 03 Mark was a genuinely nice man about my age and stature. He had demurely put on a Speedo that hid little, but passed for modesty's sake. Mark owned a small estate planning and tax preparation company in San Diego – my sister's hometown. He explained that they'd met on the Internet at a dating site, but later after they knew each other Anna had come to him for help in managing some of the millions I'd sent her as part of the new family wealth. (Anna later informed me that he was wealthy in his own right from a series of wise investments and a sizable inheritance.) Anna and Lauren gave us a tour of the house and grounds. We were the only home on the islet, a tropical islet about a mile long and a half-mile wide. A few other outbuildings dotted the premises, additions by the owners who were pleased to share their quarters with us, according to Terry. Less than an hour later, the seven of us were stretched out on luxurious chaises on a white sandy beach, nude and slathered up with suntan oils and protection. Ten feet from us the Caribbean Sea lapped at the shoreline. We'd all been in swimming. I watched Mark checking out Crystal very carefully after she appeared nude to go down the manicured pathway to the beach. She checked out him and his package too, and I watched the two smile seductively at each other. Mark later confessed that he'd never seen a Playboy Playmate up close, and he'd studied Crystal's entire photo spread and was comparing what he remembered from the magazine with real life. Crystal whispered to me as we went into the water a little later, "You won't mind if I try Mark a little later do you? I like 'strange' once in a while." I laughed and nodded my consent. I figured I would be occupied with my sister and Lauren. The thought of Karen, my late wife, made me pause. I stared out at the horizon. My life with her seemed so far away – in another universe. I'd been a grind-it-out technical geek, working with computers every day and doing fancy things on the Internet for my company's customers. Karen got sick, really sick, lasted a month, and died. My life – that life and that existence – had come crashing down around me. So much had changed since then; some days I thought I could be in some crazy dream. As I sorted out my life, Crystal came into my life and loved me. Over the past year since I'd met her, I tested myself whether my relationship with her was a rebound of some kind. Each time, I always came back to the same decision – no, definitely not. Maybe it was that Crystal had been and remained so unlike Karen, and my life had changed so much to meet the new challenges she helped push me to in music and onstage performances. I loved my new life. I loved Crystal. I also loved her sister Ellen. Karen and I had been straight. Later, from Lauren, I learned that her sister had been more sexually liberated than I was. I guess that knowledge helped me loosen up too, after I got over the shock of my late wife's previous group sex relations and occasional promiscuous and slutty behavior. None of that bothered me now, particularly since similar activities had become a major part of my life. I dozed a little, actually dreaming about some new lyrics to a song I'd started. I woke when I felt two hands rubbing oily lotion onto my skin. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to commit to memory the song I'd created – it was so perfect, I knew it would a huge hit – and then it was gone as someone's hand brushed against my flaccid penis. "Welcome to the real world, Lover." Lauren massaged my thighs, often rubbing up to where the back of her hand brushed against my sex. "You just made me lose the lyrics to a song that would have sold billions." She laughed and said, "Yea, in your dreams." I smiled at her. "Having you here is like a dream. Anna too." Lauren looked almost exactly like Karen had. First, every time I saw Lauren I felt a tremendous jolt of pain at the loss of Karen. Now, the resemblance only reminded me of ten loving years with her late sister. "We're about to wash all this stuff off, start the cocktail hour, and have dinner. You've been asleep for over an hour – almost two. A good thing you had this suntan stuff all over you." I looked around, and only the two of us were on the beach. "Where are the others?" "They went up to the house about forty-five minutes ago. They've been making dinner from the wonderful provisions left in this place." I stretched. Lauren stroked my shaft, and then bent her nude body until her mouth neared me. Her tongue extended, she licked up one side of my cock and then down the other, focusing the tip at one point on my glans. In that simple maneuver, blood surged into my rod. She did it again – and again – and by then I had a classic and quite serviceable hard-on. Without a care, Lauren knelt on the chaise throwing a leg over my legs. She shimmied up my body until her hairy bush hovered over my erect shaft. She reached down and held me briefly, steering my cock into her vagina. Game on. As Lauren sank down onto me – as I thrust upwards into her body – we both moaned. "Oh Jim, I have missed you – missed this with you. Oh, fuck meeeeee." I nodded in agreement as we started our lovemaking. First, she rotated her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against my cock. Her speed increased until I grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks and slowed her down. She then started to rise and fall on my cock, occasionally slowing to grind into me. Lauren's vagina felt like molten velvet as my shaft slid back and forth into her. Lauren whispered, "Jim, I love you so. Please be more in my life from now on. I'll come to you – anytime, anywhere, but please just ... allow me near." I reached up to fondle her full breasts, using the thumb and forefinger of each hand to pinch and twist her nipples almost to the point of pain – something I recalled she loved when she was on top. "Lauren, you are a dream, my loving dream. I am so glad you are here ... and yes, we must be closer more often." Lauren knew about my relationships with Crystal, Ellen, and Anna; there were no secrets there, so she knew what she was letting herself in for. Our pace quickened. Quickened even further. Lauren dropped her head, and her hips became a blur as she neared her finish. Her fluids were flooding out of her body onto mine; her aromas intoxicating. And then, Lauren threw her head back and came, her orgasm ripping through her body, zapping every nerve ending, and hurling her into a state of heaven. Her body shook and quivered as she came, the tremors lasting over a minute. I could feel her interior muscles clasping at my hot rod, trying to milk the cum and pull it to her cervix, but I hadn't cum and I didn't care. I'd delivered pleasure to her. If she wanted me further, I could stay, otherwise, I'd marshall my abilities for later. Lauren collapsed onto my chest, her breasts pressing against me as she kissed me with a passion and style I'd almost forgotten since I'd last seen her in San Diego months earlier. I held her for a many minutes, our bodies joined and out sex organs twitching, and then she eventually raised her head. "We should go up to the house. The others will wonder ... will know what we've been doing." She laughed. I shrugged. I didn't care, and I knew no one else would either. Lauren and I walked into the gentle surf to wash the sweat, cum, juices, and oils from our bodies. A few minutes later we strolled up the path to the house with my arm around Lauren holding one of her breasts – I liked the sensation of her nipple against my palm. The others greeted us without a tinge of teasing or taunting, yet I knew they all knew what we'd done. I glanced down the path to the chaises, and without a doubt, we'd been clearly in sight as we'd made love. I smiled inwardly at such acceptance and lack of jealousy. Crystal caught me in an embrace a few minutes later. "You two looked so loving down there, so passionate. I felt good watching you please each other." I kissed her. "Thank you for being you, and thinking the way you do about people and relationships and sex." Ellen passed by and suddenly perked up, "Sex? Did someone mention sex? It's my favorite sport." She caught my eye; "Jim is it? You just had sex, and now you're thinking about it again; I MUST get to know you better." We all laughed. She bumped me with her naked hip, and sashayed away with an extra sway to her seductive hips. She did have an absolutely perfect ass. Mark played bartender since he'd already had a full day to learn the layout and contents of the home we were in, including the bar. Terry hustled up hors d'oeuvres they'd made earlier from the refrigerator and microwave. I wondered how they had electric power on the island; Terry read my mind, "There's a generator about two hundred yards out the back. Our needs are modest since we rarely need air conditioning." "Who owns this?" Terry peered at me over his sunglasses. "Johnny Depp." Crystal squealed, "For real?!!" Terry said, "For real. We sort of know each other. I saw him a month or so ago and asked if he ever let careful and considerate guests here – people trying to have fun while they avoided the paparazzi. He asked who and when, and I suggested this week, mentioning your names. Turns out, he's a huge fan of you two," he gestured to Crystal and me. "Two days later, I got a FedEx with instructions about the house, travel, and all that. I contacted your sis and Lauren, and, well, here you all are." Anna twirled around, her breasts swaying in a sexy way that made my mouth water even though she was my sister, "I am so enthralled by this place ... and now even more. He's one of my favorite movie stars." How had I ever crossed that line with her, changing from having an arms-length sisterly relation to one based on love, passion, and sex? I felt so glad we'd taken things to another level, and I knew Anna felt the same way. I also felt grateful that she'd found a comfortable relationship with Mark. Mark sidled up behind Anna, reached under her arms and clasped her breasts in his hands. Apparently, he'd also enjoyed the sway of her breasts as she twirled. She held his hands to both breasts and turned her head to kiss him. It was a tender moment, made more sensuous by their nudity. Ellen said sternly, "Now children, if we don't have dinner we won't have energy for all the post-dinner activities we all seem to be interested in. The buffet is ready in the dining area." She gestured to her left past the open kitchen to the large dining area. With all the sides of the building open, eating inside was just like eating outside. Sunset occurred a few minutes before six o'clock. As we sat at the dining room table, we had a panoramic view over the sea to the western horizon. The clouds that had dotted the horizon turned various shades of pink and rose, and then a pinkish gray until as we finished dinner a genuine midnight blue darkness fell over the sea. Some dim lights along the path to the beach invited us back to our chaises. We passed by them, and waded into the surf, soon to swim and float in the quiet sea. Above us, a billion stars beckoned our thoughts to a higher plane. Anna floated into my arms in the sea, as natural as if we'd practiced the maneuver a thousand times a day. We kissed with the passion of lovers who had been too-long separated. Moments later, after I'd carried her ashore, I set her body on one of the large chaises. I spread her legs and nestled between them, lapping at her salty body. I sucked the entire right half of her labia into my mouth, pulling on the skin. I lapped at her slit with my rough tongue, feeling the nub of her clitoris emerge from its hood to savor the pleasure I offered. Anna purred and ran her hands through my wet hair. Her moans resonated in my mouth and across the sand to the others. We had nothing to hide. We were proud of our love and our passionate incestuous relationship. I kept circling her clit with my tongue, using the rough surface to rake across the erogenous tip. I added two fingers, and then three, and then four, turning my hand back and forth. Anna writhed in pleasure beneath me. Now and then a loud shriek from her would echo around us as I touched her in some unexpected way. I wanted her to explode before I penetrated her; I couldn't even describe my love for her, yet I hoped I could show her by the sexual pleasure I brought her. I heard Anna sigh aloud, "Oooooooh fuuuuuucccccck!" In that instant, I felt her hips push into my hands and face, and her vagina pulsated around my fingers. A flood of fluid appeared, soaking the two of us. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and raked through my scalp. I had raised her to an orgasmic hair-trigger, and I knew I could keep her there. Anna started to shriek out little 'eeks' as each wave of pleasure hit her body. I didn't let up right at that instant, trying to keep my fingers in her cunt and my tongue rotating around her clit. I held her ass, pushing her pelvis into my face. More 'eeks' emerged along with a string of expletives. When she implored me to stop, I slowed, but by then I think she'd had two minutes of wavering nonstop orgasms. "Oh, Jimmy. Please come up here. You've given me such pleasure, but now it's my turn. Bring your cock up to my mouth." When I relocated and knelt by her head, Anna ran her sharp fingernails along the underside of my already erect shaft. With her other hand, she stroked my balls. I felt her move, and then her mouth enveloped the head of my cock. A wave of liquid heat ran up my rod and into my body. If I hadn't been hard before, I turned into tungsten steel at that instant. Anna's tongue ran around the mushroom cap of my prick, often and softly stroking and kissing the sensitive glans. I whispered to her, "Where the fuck did you learn to do THAT. You are fabulous." She hummed around my cock, and then whispered back, "Just wait. I've only started." After those words, Anna's entire mouth slid down my thick dowel of skin. She purposely scraped her teeth along both sides, softly yet erotically adding even more stimulation. Her hand came into play as her head started to bob. Occasionally, she would slowly sink until her face flattened against my pubes – a deep throat; she'd then pull away and gasp for the air she'd foregone in those seconds. The sounds of liquid slurping arose from her work. I felt a familiar twinge deep within my body. "Pussy or mouth. I'll have to make a choice here very soon if you keep that up." "Jimmy, I want you deep inside me; so deep in my cunt that I can feel you near my heart. Oh, I love you so." She pushed me away in a subtle move, urging me to relocate between her legs again, this time with my granite cock. I sank into Anna in one powerful stroke. She felt no pain at my assault because, as expected, she had flooded herself with the natural lubrication that invites hard intercourse. My cock filled her body, and I heard her gasp. After only a few strokes, I heard Anna emit a small 'eek' again; I had triggered an orgasm as my shaft had rubbed against her tumescent clitoris. More juices flooded between us, and more gasps of pleasure came from her lips. Her body moved into synchronization with mine, her hips rising to meet my downward thrusts into her tight warm hole. Anna voiced a few fragmented words, "Fuck me ... you're so deep you make me ... oh, Jim, I love you so ... I want it all ... Ooooooooooh," and a pause of a few seconds, and another, "Ooooooooh." Anna had just had two back-to-back orgasms around my shaft. I could feel her pussy trying to suck me into her body. I pounded on and on into her body, finding pleasure and love in every stroke. Anna's legs wrapped around my back, and she used them to ensure I drove my rod harder and harder into her body. The world had been reduced to the small space where my cock drove into her cunt; I filled her mind, body, and spirit. Every pore of our bodies resonated with our passion, our love, our lust. She got so that every long in-stroke I took, she'd groan and suck in a large lung full of air to maintain consciousness rather than blackout as the unabating waves of passion roared through her body. I felt close to the same state myself, yet motivated and singularly focused at delivering continuous joy to my sister through my cock. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God," Anna screamed in rapid succession as the 'big one' started to rifle through her entire body. Our synchronized movements stopped as her body just started to shudder and writhe into mine, trying to draw my cock ever deeper into her nest. "Oh, fuck, I'm cuming – hard ... really hard ... Oh, Jim, it feels so good." Anna's choked-up voice betrayed she was on the verge of tears of an ultimate happiness. Anna's legs jerked me into her groin and stopped, holding me there as the vaginal muscles pulsed wildly against my cock. I could resist no further, if I had been trying to. I came too right at the height of her orgasm. My back arched and I pushed hard into my sister with one last resounding slap of our bodies. From deep within, I felt my semen pulse through my body and career up my shaft. I started to spew my cum into my sister; jet after jet after jet of sticky fluid – and as the liquid flew from my body into hers, I sent an expression of love to her – love from the farthest corners of the Universe. I don't think we moved for a full minute or more. I remained buried to the hilt in Anna's sweet and delicious body. Around us, an aromatic cloud of our sexual juices had formed. Our bodies occasionally enjoyed an uncontrollable after-spasm of pleasure. Slowly, the joy of afterglow over took our bodies. Anna released her hold on me, and I relaxed but remained buried in her cunt. I leaned in, and we kissed passionately. Anna whispered, "I have never ever had sex like we just did. I have never cum so frequently – one continuous orgasm, or emitted so much fluid, or felt so passionate. Oh, Jimmy, I love you so." She locked her lips to mine and drove her tongue into my mouth. Afterwards, I rolled us to our sides, but kept my cock inside her. I noticed no proclivity to subside; I too had just had the greatest fuck of my life – and it was with my lovely, adorable, beautiful sister. Not only did I love her with a new passion, but also I felt a reconnection with a part of me I'd grown up with, and knew more intimately in many ways than I consciously knew myself. As tears of joy ran down her face, Anna whispered, "Jimmy, I have more love inside me for you than all the light from all the stars above us. Never question that I don't love this – what we do – our making love like this. I adore you, always have, and I love that we found we can connect physically." Another series of spasms ran through our bodies. Near us on the other large loungers, various combinations of lovers had also arrived out of our evening swim in the sea. We had both been oblivious to anything around us other than our partner; now, we looked around us at the others. As we cuddled together in our afterglow, we watched Mark surge his seed into Crystal's body right beside us. The two were vocal about their pleasures of the flesh, their voices and moans carrying across the water. Although I knew Crystal intimately, seeing her copulating with someone else always stimulated me in sexual ways. When we were apart, traveling in different directions, I often thought of her fucking with someone else as I watched. The experience was beyond erotic for me. I asked Anna in a low voice with a touch of humor considering what we'd just been through, "You all right with all this open sex? You were pretty modest as we grew up." I gestured to Mark and Crystal, but also meant to include the two of us. Ellen, Lauren, and Terry were doing something on a further chaise but they were harder to see in the darkness. Crystal Clear Ch. 03 Anna chuckled, "More than you know. I guess I've been a closet slut all my life, so something like this group sex and polyamory is a wild dream come true for me. And if you worry about Mark and me don't. I'm glad he likes this lifestyle and doesn't go over the top about it. Neither of us does." She whispered in my ear, "Plus, we probably will never go further in our relationship than we are now, and that's just being very good friends and fuck buddies." "How did you find each other?" I asked. "Internet dating and emails to blind mailboxes. I'm grateful for that approach before we announced who we really were. I could lay much of my life and fantasies out there and see how he responded. He had all the right answers, feelings, and fantasies too. When we met, we felt we were old friends we knew a lot about. Heck, we fucked on our first real date." "Any others in your life?" "None in the running for now. When Mark and I started to find each other, I curtailed my interaction with the others on the Internet, although there's one man I've kept in touch with because Mark and I thought we'd have a threesome for me some day – you know, me getting fucked by two guys. Mark is fluid, and comfortable in his sexuality. We share quite a few fantasies, like having sex in public." "You do? You did?" A vision of my sister spread out nude on the hood of a car as some unknown male fucked her flashed through my head. Anna said, "No, not yet, but he liked our threesome with Lauren last night a lot; it was his first. I liked it a lot too, although the last time I had been with another woman was when Lauren, Crystal, and you were on the west coast. I like what I can do to another woman, and what she can do to me. I never saw myself as bisexual, but at least with this group I love the various interactions. I think it all blew Mark's mind, particularly when he watched me eating out Lauren, and vice versa. I lost track of how many orgasms we had. Why did I wait so long in my life for this pleasure. We all slept together too, and that was comfortable and felt right. I encouraged his interaction with Lauren. I hope he can handle the other kind of threesome." I started toying with Anna's nipple and felt her squirm closer to me. I interpreted her motions sexually and started to harden again. "Oh, my. You're getting excited again, and you haven't even left my pussy. Can you do that?" "Sometimes." I pushed my tumescent cock a little deeper into her channel. I felt her clench and unclench her vagina a couple of times around me. Some of our juices oozed out of her vagina and ran down her legs and my balls. She took two of my fingers in one hand, dragged them through the sticky ooze, and pulled them to her mouth; she started to suck on them as she would my cock. I felt her tongue flicking my fingertips. I hardened even more. Our hips started a gentle oscillation driving my cock into and out of my sister's velvety vagina. The more we moved; the harder I got. As I returned to a 'ten' – my definition of a rock hard blue veiner – Anna moved us so she could be on top, facing me. She presented me with her breasts, and I opened my mouth wide and sucked on each one, bringing her nipples to a 'ten' as well. She dragged her rigid nips across my chest as she leaned down to kiss me and allow our tongues to wander around our upper bodies. I tongued her ears, something I knew raised her sexual temperature to the boiling point. I tongued her nipples, biting and pulling on them. She panted her responses: "More! Harder!" Anna came hard and suddenly. "Ooooh fuck! Ooooh ... Ooooh .... I'm ... oh shit ... I'm cuming. I'm cuming. Oh God, this is wonderful ... again ... oh, so good ... so great ... sooooooo." She suddenly collapsed onto my chest, her lips locked on mine, and her tongue searching every corner of my mouth for further satisfaction. This time I didn't cum with her, but after I felt her orgasm and felt her after-spasms I couldn't resist. My orgasm jetted my man-fluids high into her body as I added further thrusts to accelerate my ejections upward. My actions triggered a further climax from Anna, something so intense she grasped my shoulders with her finger nails digging into my flesh. In our mutual passion, she drew blood. Our highs – our orgasmic peaks – lasted over a minute again. My body in an upward arc, sloping to the stars; and Anna's body pushing downward so my cock reached deep within her tunnel. We froze in position, and then we collapsed again. Anna's eyes opened as she came down from 'above.' "Oh, Jimmy, I made you bleed." Without a further thought, she brought her mouth down to the bleeding arcs three of her fingernails had left on my right shoulder. She sucked on my blood, and I felt her tongue delivering healing swipes across the small wounds. "Vampire," I whispered as though I was calling her a nasty name. She looked at me, and then latched onto my throat in a playful manner. I said with some urgency, "Hey, no hickeys. I have to make some public appearances, and I don't want to explain how my sister happened to leave a hickey just after we achieved the two greatest orgasms in our lives." Anna's sucking turned into kisses, and moved around to my lips. When she stopped, she said, "Your wounds – my marks – are slight. I think they've already stopped bleeding. I'm so sorry I did that." I interrupted, "I'm not. The pain heightened my climax. Amazing. The two acts went together so perfectly." I leaned up and kissed her. "Somebody once told me that pain and pleasure get interpreted by the same area of the brain; something always good to know." As Anna dismounted a large dollop of my cum appeared at the exit from her vagina. She must have felt it about to drip, because she lowered her hand and caught the slurp. She locked eyes with me in the dim light, and I watched as she carried the mix of my sperm and her juices from her cunt to her lips, sucking on the milky fluid. The act was erotic, stimulating, and sexual. I knew she was committed to me in the deepest way. "Sis," I whispered, in part so we didn't disturb the others, "Let's go into the water." We arose from the chaise and walked the short distance to the water's edge, and then deeper and deeper into the Caribbean Sea. We held hands. When the water reached our chest, Anna floated into my arms and we kissed so tenderly I felt tears in my eyes ... and deep love in my heart. Above us, the moonless sky and a panoply of stars covered the night. Orion looked down at us, and the Milky Way formed a brilliant slash across the starlit darkness. I felt so loved. Crystal Clear Ch. 04 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for an ordered list of the chapters of that series). You need not read that series to enjoy this one. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story So Far: After a cross-country road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim now lives with Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen in Nashville. Jim and Crystal are top country music stars. Crystal posed for Playboy in a sex-filled weekend photo shoot. After a busy six months, an incestuous New Years orgy on a Caribbean isle, and busy winter months, Crystal and Jim separate to different parts of the world to make two different movies. Crystal Clear Ch. 04 "You make me so full with your cock, Mr. Mellon," she said with a happy smile. I said, "I would prefer you always call me Jim, especially as I make love to you." Nadia smiled and nodded; this was what she'd wanted. "Please move faster and do me harder. I cum better that way," she instructed. I follow directions well. Nadia reached down and held my cock even as I pistoned in and out of her small body. When she wasn't touching me, she rubbed frantically at her clit. I regained control of my sexual urges, and I held off despite my aggressive pounding into her small body. I held myself off waiting for her to get near her own climax. "Oh, Jim, I ... I cum now." Nadia wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her as she crested. I paused in my pumping so she could savor the orgasm. As her back un-arched, I started again -- hard and fast. She looked up at me with a grin that clearly signaled 'now' was my time, but I held off. Nadia came again two minutes later, with a look of surprise on her face. I again steeled myself so I could rapidly begin again. Two more cycles like that, and Nadia seemed to enter a state of orgasm the same way my sister had when we made love on that Caribbean island. She writhed and twisted and groaned and moaned and kissed me passionately anywhere she could. These Tantric techniques were what my dear friend Kim had taught me during my road trip as we went from North Carolina to her home in Florida. "Please cum in me; please put your juice in me. I am not sure I can continue as you are. I am becoming like a wet dishes rag. I want to feel you eject in me." I leaned in and kissed her, driving my tongue to meet hers as she responded in kind. I thought what a hot little number she'd turned into. I pumped and again felt her rising to a high crest. This time I allowed myself the pleasure of the orgasm I'd been holding at bay. The pleasure washed through me as I sank my cock deep inside her pussy with a final hard thrust. I jetted about a dozen times, my fluid flooding her small chamber and oozing out beside my cock. "I feel you cumming," Nadia said excitedly in a joyful tone. "I can feel your sperm hitting the inside of me. It is unusual and pleasurable. I like it; you are powerful cumer. We must do this more often." She clutched me to her as the last of my jets surged into her body. I rolled us to our sides, remaining inside her as I liked to do, and then I could stroke her body, including that magnificent ass. She rubbed her hands all over me as well, and, of course, our mouths sought each other out as we repeatedly kissed and tongued each other. I think I was asleep when I slid from her body. I remember the warmth of her chest as she cradled my head and petted my hair. I could feel an erect nipple against my cheek, and then the darkness of an idyllic dreamland overtook my consciousness. Crystal Clear Ch. 04 Nadia then talked to Ellen. "You have the sexiest breasts ever. I love them. I want to bury my face in them just the way I had my face in your cunt." She reached over and started to fondle Ellen's nearest breast, tweaking the nipple. Ellen just watched us and reacted. "You have succulent lips. I didn't get to kiss you enough, and to share our saliva. Instead, I ate you until you shared your female sex juice with me; that was probably better." Nadia raised up on my cock until I just about fell from her pussy; she leaned over to Ellen and the two immediately started a French kiss of epic proportions -- tongues moving wildly between the two. Ellen finally moved a hand to Nadia's breasts, pulling hard on her nipples and almost boxing the small mounds. Nadia slammed down on my cock. "Ellen, this cock that Jim has buried in my hot cunt was deep in your cunt only minutes ago. I like we are sharing this dick and this man. He has fucked both of us tonight. Two for one. I like the idea that your female juice is deep in my pussy. Oh, I like all of this." Nadia rose up and pulled off my cock. I was so hard my cock didn't move. Nadia moved to Ellen's pussy. "Ellen, I want the cum that Jim left inside you, so you give it up to me just like your sister did a few days ago." She turned to me, "And Jim, I want you to put that lovely cock back in my pussy from behind as I get your cum from Ellen." She leaned down and stuck her beautiful ass up towards my face and pointed at her gaping hole. I leaned down and kissed each of her ass cheeks, and then drove my cock into her pussy in one slow, long stroke. Nadia started sucking on Ellen's pussy, even using two fingers to extract my semen from its warm nest. In the two minutes before she stopped, Ellen came twice -- or maybe she only came once and it lasted for two minutes. I could feel Nadia clenching her pussy around my cock. I could watch her eat out Ellen and often see Ellen's beautiful pussy -- mons, lips, vaginal opening, clit. After I'd held off long enough, and after Ellen had a couple of more orgasms, I pounded into Nadia and came with a rush of juices. I jerked her hips into my groin as I came, pushing myself deep. She liked that. After the supernova of our climaxes past, we moved around until I was again between the two women. Nadia cleaned and sucked me dry and then shared those juices with me in a passionate kiss. I think she wanted to see if I would kiss her right after she'd cleaned my cock. I did. We both snowballed the juices with Ellen who also had no aversion to the idea. I put my arms around Ellen and Nadia, pulled their tired and sleepy bodies to my chest, and closed my eyes. They each threw a leg over mine, and I could feel their tufts of pubic hair bristle gently against my thigh -- such a nice and sexy sensation and one worth remembering forever. I knew what heaven would be like, and Ellen would never be the same. To be continued. Crystal Clear Ch. 05 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this one. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story So Far: After a cross-country road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim now lives with Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen in Nashville. Jim and Crystal are top country music stars. Crystal posed for Playboy in a sex-filled weekend photo shoot. After a busy six months, an incestuous New Years orgy on a Caribbean isle, and busy winter months, Crystal and Jim separate to different parts of the world to make two different movies. Crystal and Jim's new housekeeper Nadia proves to be a sexually charged vixen with lots of ideas for pleasure; so, Jim and Nadia devastated Ellen one night. Crystal Clear Ch. 05 'Pressure Limit' would be an action thriller, so I also had to learn the essentials of stage combat, lest I get clobbered or injured by one of my theatrical nemeses, or I hurt one of them as we faked a fight of some kind. Every day my confidence grew, and I also realized how much I didn't know about the profession of acting. It had looked so easy -- stand and deliver. Jill had me get up and start to block some of the scenes we'd be doing together. Most of the blocking cues were written into the screen play version of the script that we were reading from. The afternoon flew by, and I found I liked the coaching Jill politely offered as we worked through part of the script. She was gentle, motivating, and a good coach. We broke at six o'clock. Ellen and I drove back to the hotel to freshen up for dinner. As we drove to Jill's, Ellen said, "You know there's an ulterior motive on the table tonight? Jill wants to put a notch on her gun by having you in her bed." "Yeah, I sort of figured that out -- and from the look she gave your ass this afternoon, I think you may also be on the menu. I watched her with Claire, and they go both ways." I thought for a minute and added, "With Jason Lake coming, plus Tina and Chase, she may have to put her plans on hold ... or maybe we are misreading her completely, and all is innocent." Ellen laughed, "What makes you think everyone else won't play too. Tina would be up for it -- Terry too. If Tina and Chase are 'close,' I bet she could talk him into a romp with Jill ... and Claire ... and me, for that matter. Jason looked as though he'd be fun in bed too." I chided her, "Not in my book. It's important that you're there. Plus, I thought how it'd be good if you got a better read on Claire. I think she has more influence on Jill than appears on the surface. She has some kind of mystery around her that we don't understand too; maybe she'll reveal it to us sometime soon. She surely looks like more than an aspiring actress who got an 'in' with a star like Jill ... just the way you are with me. What's her mystery?" Ellen speculated, "Maybe they're sex partners. Non-exclusive, but I thought I saw a special chemistry with Jill." I shrugged since I didn't know what to do with that speculation. I saw that too, but the mystery I sensed was something else -- something deeper. A few minutes later, Claire met us at the door to Jill's gated home in the L.A. hills. "Come in. Come in. Jill is in the kitchen with Anna-Marie arranging dinner." Claire hugged each of us especially close and slightly longer than would normally be expected. She put her arm around me and led us into an opulent living room that had a bar in one corner, next to where a large walkout glass door showed a beautiful pool, complete with a waterfall cascading into it. Claire got us wine and gestured for us to sit. "Tina called a little while ago; Chase and she will be here in about half-an-hour." We had some small talk about how Tina and I had met, a story we glossed over that afternoon. I told the PG-rated version of the story, and that seemed to satisfy her curiosity. If I told her the sexy details, I hoped she would have blushed or lay down on the carpet and asked for a massage -- Michigan style. Jill breezed in and came to meet us, giving Ellen a long special hug and a lingering kiss on the lips. Ellen seemed prepared for it, and went with the flow. She kissed back, and I watched one of Ellen's hands even move up Jill's side to almost cup her breast. The two smiled knowingly at each other as they broke apart; Jill looked especially pleased with the reception. When my turn came, Jill plastered herself against me and even ground her hips into my groin as we kissed. She laughed at her naughtiness, but she wanted 'you know what' from me later that night -- no doubt. At her request, I got her a Chardonnay; the three women launched into a humorous conversation about my 'acting' as a masseur in Michigan when I met Tina. I stood behind Claire and started to massage her shoulders, being gentle but firm. This was foreplay. Claire, God bless her heart, backed her pretty little rump back against the growing lump in my pants. I liked the way the evening was starting. Terry Ross, my agent, and Jason Lake arrived simultaneously, each with a bottle of fine wine. They got a stellar reception from Jill and Claire. Inspired by their semi-sexual welcome, Ellen also gave Jason an unforgettable welcome too, pressing her lithe body against Jason as they shared a welcome kiss. Jason did a double take, checking with me. I smiled in invitation to him. Maybe this was a Hollywood thing. Terry got the same treatment, as I knew he would. Chase and Tina arrived and received similar warm receptions from all of us. This time Tina gave me some the hip-grinding kisses that Jill's welcome had only hinted at by comparison. I blushed because when we separated, everyone else was staring at us. Tina just laughed and said, "We're old and close friends -- very close." She waved her hand dismissively, yet the unmistakable implication of a prior sexual relationship remained. As the conversation started again, Tina whispered to me, "I'm horny." I whispered back, "Me too. Shall we start now -- here, or wait until after dinner?" Tina gave me a playful swat on my arm. We stood in a circle talking, until a bell tinkled in the hallway. Jill announced, "Our dinner is ready. Anna-Marie has prepared Beef Wellington for us; I hope that's all right with everyone. So many people are going vegan these days." Jill latched her arm through mine, pulled my elbow to her half-naked breast, and led the contingent across the foyer into the dining room. Dinner was superb, and for what was supposedly a spur of the moment idea, it had the flavor of party that had been a long time in preparation. Jill had me sit to her right at the table. Halfway through the meal I felt her barefoot rubbing my leg. I glanced over at her, and caught a leer and a wink in my direction. Her foot moved higher as she adjusted her position in her chair to reach more of my anatomy. I pretended that nothing was wrong but turned to give her better access. After several minutes of her playing footsie with me, I leaned over to her as some conversation occupied the rest of the diners at the other end of the table. "Jill, I like what you're doing, in fact it's arousing -- and the higher your foot moves; the more arousing it gets. Am I going to be frustrated by how things end up tonight?" I thought I'd acknowledge the gorilla in the corner. Jill smiled, pleased at my initiative. "You'll never leave my bed frustrated; I assure you." She thought a moment and said, "Maybe I should crank up this party a bit." She gave me a lecherous grin. After a silence, Jill tapped her glass with a folk to gain attention, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, a short game for us -- a little romance maybe." She paused, and everyone hung on her every word. "I would like each of you ... to kiss the person on either side of you -- women start on their right -- with a renewed sense of passion. No arguments now. Two minutes this round. Really kiss." After a little initial confusion, the pairing for Jill's first round was established: Jill and me; Clair and Jason; Tina and Terry; and Ellen and Chase. A couple of eyes got large, wondering where the evening was going. Jill shifted seats so she could sit in my lap, put her arms around my neck, and drive her tongue into my mouth like a pile driver. She was sexy and engaging as we spent our time engaged in more than just one kiss. Before someone said, "Time," Jill had started to pant. I had too. Jill said, "All right, now ladies turn to your other side and repeat our game." This put Chase and Jill together; Ellen and Terry; Tina and Jason, and Claire, and me. Claire pulled the large decorative hair holder from her hair just before we started; she shook her head and her luxurious locks of red hair swept in around her face in a sexy way. Claire also came into my lap; maybe she'd played this game before, wiggled her pretty ass as she sat down. We embraced, and Claire proved to be an even more satisfying a partner than Jill had been. Both our temperatures rose dramatically in just those few minutes of play. She was reluctant to stop, and dragged a finger across my lips in a sexy move as we parted. Those green eyes were also bedroom eyes, promising so much behind them. She whispered to me, "I wish we didn't have to stop." Jill emerged from her embrace with Chase. "The game will continue after the ladies move two seats to their right -- men keep your places. This time; however, each of you must remove some crucial piece of clothing from the person you are kissing -- and socks don't count. Start on your right, ladies, and the time limit is five minutes this round." This put Jill and Terry together; Claire and Chase; Ellen and Jason; and Tina and me. Since Tina and I had experience with each other, we flowed right into our passionate kisses. She whispered to me, "I think we're all going to get laid tonight." I got a feeling the idea of group sex really turned her on. "Oh, goody," I said and our tongues clashed. I unbuttoned the white silk blouse Tina wore. This revealed a filly and nearly transparent bra holding up her full tits. I slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Tina then removed my dress shirt, baring my chest. I cheated and undid her bra and tossed it aside; she looked coyly at me as I started to turn and twist each nipple with my fingertips. As I did this, we spent some comfortable time kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other, such as, "I sure hope I get to fuck your brains out tonight!" I also got some tongue time on her tits. Tina removed my shirt, and rubbed her nipples across my chest repeatedly as we made out. Nearby, Jason had undone Ellen's skirt, revealing her gorgeous legs; Ellen had removed Jason's pants leaving his lower region in a pair of striped boxers with a huge bulge in them. Claire has lost her blouse to Chase who now only wore a man's t-shirt. Lastly, Jill's body had been nearly stripped by Terry -- she wore a white bustier; Terry stood only in his boxers -- they'd each lost more than just one piece of clothing. More kissing and pawing was going on at that end of the table. Claire eventually said to the group, "Time's up," in a throaty voice. I think ten minutes had actually passed. Jill announced we had to repeat the process to the woman's left. Jason immediately untied the lacing on Jill's sexy top until her breasts were flowed out of the bustier -- visible and available. Jill took Jason's shirt, and started to rub the lump that had grown in his briefs. The others became similarly stripped of their clothing. After a few minutes of making out, Jill laughed, and said, "For the next round the women move back to their original seats, pick the gentleman on their right, and ... and, well, I suggest we retire to bedrooms upstairs; four of us in each of the large rooms. Follow me." Jill had carefully arranged to have me as her initial consort of the night, not that I minded. She directed Terry and Tina, and Ellen, and Chase into one large bedroom, as Jill, Claire, Jason, and I took to Jill's mammoth bed. The few remaining clothes we wore evaporated in the heat of the moment. Neither Jason nor I had anything to be ashamed of; both of us worked out aggressively, and the results showed. Within seconds, Jason and I had both women side-by-side on the bed with our tongues buried in their cunts. The moaning and writhing started immediately. Claire and Jill held hands tightly, and French kissed occasionally as Jason and I tongued and loved their pussies. I watched Jill stroke Claire's breasts, even bending to suck on one. After several minutes of cunnilingus on our directed partners, I winked at Jason and moved my fingers to indicate that we should switch. We did, and I soon had the pleasure of lapping up Claire's sexual juices. As she writhed beneath me, I inserted two, then three, and then four fingers into her cunt. I tucked my thumb in, and pushed into her sexual tunnel similar to the way I'd seen Nadia do to Ellen. With my other hand, I started to diddle her clitoris as a rapid rate. "Oooooooh fuuuuuuuk," Claire screamed. "He's ... killing ... me ... with ... pleasure." Her red hair flipped back and forth across the bed as her head moved from side to side in her ecstasy. I twisted my hand at the entrance to her pussy, but didn't push further. I became captivated by Claire's taste, smell, the feel of her skin, and ... well, everything about her. Not to be outdone, Jason watched our action before he duplicated the moves with Jill. The vocal result was much the same, long wails of pleasure. After a bit, the women switched places with us, their talented mouths sucking on cocks and our ball sack as their hands danced around our bodies. We switched back and forth again. And then, the serious fucking started. Claire straddled Jason, and lowered her trim body onto his long rigid shaft. Watching the penetration, Jill and I were extremely turned on. "You're next," I whispered to Jill as Claire started to bounce and grind atop Jason. Claire's breasts swayed with her fucking motions as her beautiful hair swirled around her head in a sexy way. Claire caught my eye and smiled seductively; she looked longingly at me and blew me a kiss when no one else was looking. "Do me," Jill invited with a smile. She lay back and spread her legs, and I beat my shaft against her pussy lips and clit for a minute, teasing her as to when and how I would drive into her. After a minute she begged, "Please. Please put it in me." I used my thumb on her clit to drive her to an orgasm. I drove into her body in one fast and penetrating move. Jill gasped in pleasure; her eyes got as large as saucers at my sudden and unpredictable assault. Just as she became accustomed to my motionless presence, I yanked my body back, suddenly ripping my shaft from deep within her cunt. Jill came immediately in just those two strokes. Her body arched, and she moaned, "Oh, fuck, you made me cum ... in ... just ... that's fucking amazing. Crystal and Ellen are so lucky to have you." And then, she started panting as she came down from her peak. I drove back into her body, this time remaining embedded so I could enjoy the quaking velvety tunnel of this movie star. I'd never fucked a movie star before. Jason tapped my shoulder and winked at me. We extracted ourselves, changed women, and drove back into them. As I moved near Claire, she said, "Do to me what you did to Jill ... please." I kissed Claire, and then started to massage her clitoris as I used my cock with the other hand to tease her various openings and her other erogenous zones. When Claire started panting and looked flushed, I duplicated my penetration of Jill by suddenly and unexpectedly driving my body into Claire, my cock sinking to the hilt in a fraction of a second. Surprised beyond belief, Claire gulped for air, and her green eyes locked on mine in what I took as a plea for mercy and a plea for pleasure. "Oh. Oh, dear. I'm so ... near ... so ... suddenly." I jerked my cock from deep inside Claire as fast as I could, and the move did indeed induce Claire's orgasm. She squirted her juice across my abdomen and shaft, arched towards me begging for deep penetration where none existed, and then her primal scream began. Claire was a screamer; her voice raised an octave, and her wail of pleasure began as the climax swept over her body. I showed no mercy, and slowly buried myself again in her dripping pussy, even as her climax continued. She pulled me to her, rubbing her full breasts against my chest, and then kissing me in a way that showed her penultimate satisfaction with my actions. Claire whispered to me, "I ... I'm falling ... you make women love you when you do what you did to me. I'm no exception. You are a magnificent lover; now fuck me some more. Make love to me -- love." I responded well to her words, continuing my thrusts into her body and varying my speed and intensity as our shared time passed. Jason brought Jill to a climax, and she too made a lot of noise. I heard the two of them cooing at each other in their afterglows. I looked at the bedroom door, and four nude figures stood in the doorway watching our sex show. Ellen and Tina were bent over slightly as Chase and Terry slowly fucked them from the rear. When they saw me look at them, Terry said in a humorous tone, "We had to see what all the noise was about -- pleasure or murder." Jill said, "Look, there's still room on this bed for you. Come on. Come here." The foursome broke apart and moved to the bed, casting aside the bevy of pillows piled against the headboard. I felt lips encircle my cock, and looked down to see Jill inhaling my piece. Since I hadn't cum, I restored to my '10' status quickly. She said, "Now, Mr. Mellon, it's time for you to sink this shaft of pleasure into my cunt. Come on, your hostess needs your cum." Jill moved so her pussy was at the edge of the bed, and I did as she asked. I stroked into Jill as she pushed herself at me; Jill's full breasts oscillated in sync with our thrusts. The others paired up and started to fuck. As the night went on, Jill ensured that everyone had spent some quality fucking time with everyone else -- a nice gesture, since this gave Tina and me some time together. Matter of fact, Tina fielded one of my explosive orgasms where I try to flood the planet with my semen. I thought of who'd have to sleep in the wet spot, realizing that the entire bed had become damp with all our sexual juices. Moreover, the room had taken on the unmistakable aroma of sex. Man sex. Female sex. Fucking sex. Cunnilingus sex. Blowjob sex. Anal sex. I inhaled the scents we'd left intermingled in the air, savoring the moment. Ellen and I got back to the Oceana about four-thirty in the morning. I silently expressed my gratitude to Terry for programming the hotels address into the GPS. We both fell into bed naked next to each other. We smelled like sex, and were sticky. Life was good. Crystal Clear Ch. 05 Claire locked eyes with me, went doe-eyed, and came, and sat beside me. She took my hand and then leaned in and softly kissed me with her eyes closed. When she opened them, I smiled at her. She spoke, "You are a dream to me; the most wonderful dream I've had in my life maybe. I had to pinch myself this morning to be sure I wasn't still in the dream. I hope you'll spend some more time with me -- that Ellen won't mind, maybe the three of us together." She squeezed my hand and held it to her breast. I could feel her nipples beneath her blouse; she hadn't worn her bra. I raised an eyebrow at her. Claire looked sheepish, "I couldn't find it this morning. Besides, I wanted you to feel me again -- to know I lust after you too." I didn't know how to respond further to her, so I just pecked her on the nose with a short kiss. After all, we were in a conference room and supposed to be working. We slogged through some more of the script, analyzing the passages and toying with words and delivery style, not unlike my morning acting lesson. I did the afternoon like an eight cylinder car running on only three. We knocked off work at six o'clock. Ellen and I ate some sushi on the way back to the hotel, showered together, made love, showered again, and fell asleep in each other's arms. Crystal Clear Ch. 06 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this one. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story So Far: After a cross-country road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim now lives with Crystal Lee and her sister in Tennessee. Jim and Crystal are both top stars in country music, a major change in life for Jim. Crystal posed for Playboy in a sex-filled weekend photo shoot. After a busy six months, a New Years orgy on a Caribbean isle, and three busy winter months, Crystal and Jim separated to make two different movies. Nadia, their housekeeper and a nymphomaniac remained in Nashville after playing with Jim and Ellen. In LA for his movie, Jim reconnects with Tina from his road trip, participates in an orgy with his leading lady Jill, and finds an additional love interest in Claire. Crystal Clear Ch. 06 Ellen explained, "Mellon Girl? That's what Crystal and I call all the women who have slept with you and want to do it again and again. So, you have Mellon Girls all across the country, including Crystal and me -- and Claire -- and Jill." Claire looked surprised, "What do you mean 'across the country'?" I nodded for Ellen to tell her version. She started, telling some of the background that Claire already knew, "Two years ago, Jim's wife died from a sudden immune system illness. It was fast -- only a month from healthy to her passing. In Jim's grief, he rebuilt a motorcycle his Dad had left for him years earlier, and started on a journey across America to get to Anna's house in San Diego." Claire nodded; she picked up some of this from when we'd visited Anna a couple of weeks earlier. Ellen continued, "So Jim decided to ride through the forty-eight lower states. As he went along, he started to find willing women and warm pussies everywhere." She laughed, "He rose to the occasion, so to speak, and he fucked them all -- at least one in every state." Ellen threw her hands up as though I'd scored a touchdown. Some people at the next table overheard Ellen's last sentence and turned around. I blushed. One of the men at the other table winked at me, clearly wishing he'd done whatever it was that provoked Ellen's statement. Ellen lowered her voice, "You already know how he met Crystal and me, and we were only halfway along his journey, but we reconnected a couple of times after that before he got to San Diego. Anyway, Crystal loves the story about Jim's trip, and she even met some of the women along the way, so she started to refer to herself and all the others as Mellon Girls. I use the term too." I said weakly, "I never knew that." Claire said, "Well, I'm a Mellon Girl, and Jill will love the term 'Mellon Girl' too, since she already is one." After a pause, Claire said, "Hey, do you want to have some fun? Let's drop in on Jill and see what mischief she's up to tonight." We agreed with her idea. I settled up our dinner bill, and we left the restaurant, piled into my Mercedes, and we headed for Jill's home. Crystal Clear Ch. 06 I felt Claire reach past Ellen's hip and grab my shaft still wet with Ellen's lubricating fluids. "I'm next. Will you do me here please ... and I want Ellen's wet cookie over my mouth." Claire lay back on the packed sand, pulling Ellen and me to her. I watched as Ellen straddled Claire's head facing me; I moved to line up my tool with her cooch, pulling her legs over my own near my hips. Claire had a daring and dirty side to her, and I sensed she wanted us to play to that personality. I pushed hard and rapidly into Claire: "How's that feel cunt? You like cock -- this cock driving up into you here in public? You want someone to come along and see what a slut you are -- putting out for your two friends on a public beach? Tell us what you like you cum dumpster." Claire hadn't gotten into eating out Ellen yet, so she answered from beneath Ellen's crotch: "I love cock -- your cock -- maybe any cock as long as it's thrusting in and out of my body. Maybe some stranger will come along and fuck me while the two of you watch. Leave me full of your cum; he'll have sloppy seconds. Oh that would be so ... so fucking nice. I would hope he'd have a big long cock -- fat -- and give me a few orgasms." Claire's voice went mute as Ellen lowered her love box into Claire's mouth. I could hear the first slurps of cunt juice and saliva mixing. Claire's pussy was flush with her juices; even in the dim light I could see how wet and shiny her box made my cock. I pounded into Claire, even putting her legs over my shoulders as I made love to her -- rough love. Occasionally, I would slap at her butt or a breast, not to hurt but to stimulate and excite. Even as she ate out Ellen, I reached up and held my hand around Claire's neck, the move a possible threat yet daring her to survive our assault on her body. Claire loved it. I babbled more dirty talk at her, and at Ellen. A far-off motion near the water's edge caught my eye. I tensed but continued to oscillate my hips into Claire. The motion turned out to be a couple walking along the edge of the water, holding hands. My night vision is acute, so I'd seen them before they spotted our shadows and forms in the dim light. The man stopped, and even at the distance -- maybe a hundred feet -- I heard him whisper to his partner, "Look, over there. Quiet." He pointed in our direction, and her eyes came and locked onto our forms. They watched motionless as I continued to fuck Claire, and as Claire continued to eat out Ellen. I fondled Ellen's breasts occasionally, also using my mouth on her tits. After several minutes, I watched the couple move closer, enough so there was no mistake we could see them and vice versa. I whispered their presence to Ellen, and she just smiled at me, and ground her cunt into Claire's mouth. The woman was pretty, wore glasses, and had a slim body. He appeared muscular, but past his prime. The couple appeared a mis-matched pair: he in his fifties, and she in her twenties, even younger than Ellen. As I watched, and the couple could tell I'd seen them, she removed the bra of her bikini and then pulled his bathing suit down and off his legs. She tossed both items of clothing up onto dry sand, and then knelt at the edge of the chilly surf and initiated a blowjob on her companion. He was torn between watching the three of us, and watching his cock slide into his partner's mouth. The pair alternately watched us or engaged in fellatio. I received signals from Claire that she was nearing orgasm. Ellen just continued to purr as Claire's tongue did its magic on her clit. I reached down with one hand and started to rub circles around Claire's clitoris. Claire's entire body jerked and jumped beneath us. I heard a muffled "Oh, fuck!" from between Ellen's legs. Claire started panting, and then spoke, "I'm about to ... explode ... fuck ... mmmeeeeeeee!" Her orgasms rocked the west coast. Her insides spasmed, and my cock surged my juices deep inside her. Her vaginal muscles twitched over and over again, milking my seed from me -- and I gave generously. Fifty feet away in the dim light, I heard the man moan, "Oh, babe. I'm there ... I'm there." The girl didn't slow or stop; her head kept moving on his cock, slowing only when I guessed from his posture that he'd started to spew his cum into her gullet. He held her head, threw his head back, and the pair moaned loudly. Ellen had latched onto my cock as I'd watched the couple finish their moment of sex. She inhaled my pipe, and I felt her tongue swirling around the head and my mushroom cap capturing each molecule of my semen and Claire's vaginal juices. When she finished she looked up at me and smiled. I stood, and helped Claire and Ellen up. We brushed the sand off each other. When I looked at our nearby couple, the man was retrieving his swimsuit and her bra, but she walked to us almost nude with a sexy sway to her hips. She came right up to me; I marveled at her small breasts with large oval shaped areola with thimble-size nipples. The woman spoke softly, "You must be a very amazing man that I will fantasize about the rest of my life." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me tenderly, our lips sensing and enjoying in a kiss that lasted at least half-a-minute. This woman made my blood boil despite having just cum with two lovers. After our kiss, our mystery woman repeated the kiss with Claire and then with Ellen. She said softly, "The two of you are beautiful, even from where we stood we could see the love between all of you. I would so have enjoyed being made love to by the three of you -- maybe some other time. Sweet goodnights to you, and may our paths cross again." With that she turned and walked back to her partner. She slid into the bra he offered to her, and the pair turned away and walked away into the darkness. To be continued. Crystal Clear Ch. 07 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this one. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story So Far: After a cross-country road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim moved in with country music star Crystal Lee and her sister in Nashville. Thanks to Crystal, Jim also became a top country music sensation. Crystal posed for Playboy in a sex-filled weekend photo shoot. Jim, his sister, sister, and friends enjoyed a New Years holiday orgy on a Caribbean isle. Crystal and Jim head in different directions to make two movies. On the west coast for his movie, Jim reconnects with a love interest from his road trip, participates in an orgy with his leading lady, and finds a new love interest. Crystal Clear Ch. 07 As I talked, I kicked off my boots, jumped into my jeans, and threw on a dark shirt. I grabbed a pair of socks, thought for a second and stuck them into a pocket; boots back on and in less than a minute I bolted for the door. I said to Claire over my shoulder, "Lock this door, and don't open it up for anyone -- and I mean anyone but me." I slammed out of the van, and beat on the side of Barry Peter's motorhome. He appeared at the door seconds later, naked with an equally naked dark-skinned girl behind him. I spoke, "Jill's been abducted. Get dressed. Call the police in Granada and the others at the hotel there. Warn them. Get some action." He nodded in understanding and turned to get dressed. As I left I told them, "And lock your door." I circled our van and saw the bodies of two of our guards. I guessed the others were equally disabled or dead. I cut through the kitchen area and grabbed several sharp knives. I found a flashlight, but verbally reminded myself not to use it at full brightness -- a stupid move at best if I were in pursuit of Jill's captors. I raced across the parking area to the spot where I'd seen the men disappear with Jill. Sure enough, there was a narrow but discernible trail there. I started into the woods slowly, quickly finding not only near darkness, but also silence -- a silence that told me the men were much deeper into the woods or even gone completely by now. I covered the flashlight with a sock and gave only a brief flash of light now and then to confirm the trail. Fresh footprints evidenced the fleeing men, and fortunately no blood. I have two assets that served me well in the Special Forces: acute hearing and acute night vision. I put both to use, as I crept through the woods. Eventually, the trailed opened up into a field with an orchard to one side. On the far side of the open field, I saw a small fire and several flashlights moving around. I ran for the light, keeping low to the ground. I fell several times on the uneven ground but rolled with the event. As I neared the lights, I could make out six men and a beat-up pickup truck. Two of the men carried rifles, and the others appeared unarmed -- except for knives as I'd experienced. I reminded myself that there were no winners in a knife fight, and then moved closer. I could hear the men talking and arguing in Spanish, damning my lack of Spanish language skills. I could occasionally make out the word 'Señora' that I did know and that I took to mean Jill. The men were gathered around a small fire about fifty feet from the truck; five were sitting and one standing. A bottle of liquid courage was being passed around. I circled the sextet, staying well outside their sight range. I wanted to see what was in the truck. When I got the truck between me and the men, I bee-lined for the vehicle. In the flatbed of the truck I found Jill, still unconscious, but apparently alive. Regrettably, I couldn't just grab Jill and run back to camp with her over my shoulder. Jill's hands and feet were bound in duct tape; a strip also had been placed over her mouth. Staying out of sight I leaned into the truck with a knife in one hand and slit the tape around her hands and feet. As I did she started to move. Jill's eyes blinked open clearly displaying her fear. She looked at me in the dim firelight. I held my hand up to warn her not to speak; a finger to my lips as well. She instantly got the message and nodded. I pointed at the men and held up six fingers. I also made a motion for her to just stay put and feign unconsciousness. I slipped away. Step one was to keep them from leaving the area -- once they drove away with Jill I might never see her again -- alive. I slipped under the truck and drove one of the knives I'd carried into each of the right side tires -- the ones farthest away from the men and the fire. I did it on the inside of the tires under the truck to avoid detection of obvious sabotage. I left the knives in so there'd be no great hiss of escaping air. The truck settled slowly until the two tires on that side were flat. Step two, I had to disable the men. I backed away from the truck until I found the edge of the clearing they were in -- a farm field. Predictably, there were various piles of stones raked from the fields along the edge of the field. I found several softball-sized chunks of granite and returned to the bed of the truck, reaching in and giving them to Jill. I pointed to my head. She knew what to do. Back at the rocks I'd found, I filled my socks with smaller stones until I had two saps or blackjacks. Next, I gaged the shortest distance to the woods from where the men sat. Fortunately, it wasn't in the direction of the truck. I moved into woods at that spot and waited. Good things come to those that wait. I can remember an instructor for my Special Forces unit pounding that into our heads. I squatted, watched, and waited ... and waited. Predictably, one of the men eventually needed to piss, apparently just before they drove off with Jill. He stood and walked in my direction, away from his friends at the fire. I'd anticipated his route. He found a tree, unbuttoned his trousers, and started to urinate. Behind him, I wound up and swung one of the socks loaded with rocks. When I had adequate momentum, I reached forward and the socks connected with the man's occipital bone with a sickening hard whap and the sharp sound of the rocks in the sock clunking together. The man slumped forward totally unconscious. Based on what I'd learned in my training, he'd be out for at least fifteen to thirty minutes. I'd hit him hard -- real hard. A glance back at the fire told me the other men remained unaware of the plight of their comrade. Crouch and wait. Crouch and wait. One of the other men finally rose and moved in my direction. He entered the copse and almost immediately saw his friend on the ground next to the tree he'd chosen as his urinary target. He bent to awaken what he probably thought was his drunken buddy, and he too slipped into a painful unconsciousness as my bludgeon slammed into the back of his skull. This time I heard a terrible crunching sound. The remaining men at the fire had heard the sound. "Jorge? Jorge?" One of the men shouted. No reply. "Carlos? Carlos?" No reply. One man said several sentences in Spanish, and the men seemed to relax. I slipped back to the truck. One of the men with a rifle walked to the back of the truck, no doubt to check on Jill. She would have been unconscious about thirty minutes by now, and probably coming awake. He leaned over the side of the truck and prodded her body with his free hand. Jill struck out as though a snake poised to strike at its prey. She held the rock I'd given her in one hand and slammed it into the man's face as hard as she could. The man screamed, dropped the rifle, and his hands went up to his bloody face. He wasn't unconscious until the sock in my left hand slammed into the back of his head seconds after Jill's strike. The other three men scrambled up from where they sat by the fire and ran towards the truck. One carried a rifle, but by the time they'd mustered I had the dropped rifle in my hands and a round in the chamber. Without blinking, I checked the weapon, an old M16 that had seen better days. I aimed and fired at the legs of one of the men rushing at us. Blood spurted from the entry wound in his thigh, and the man fell screaming in pain. The other man with a rifle stopped and started to raise the gun at me; I shot him in the chest at a range of twenty feet; from what I knew, he died instantly. The third man stopped and looked at the carnage on either side of him; he put his hands up and started to back away from me. I gestured with the muzzle of the gun for him to lie on the ground -- no translation needed; he dove for the ground. Behind me, inside the truck's flatbed, I heard Jill say, "Holy shit! You killed him. Oh my God, you killed him -- you shot him in the chest. You shot the other man too -- oh, my God, he's bleeding badly. Oh, shit. Oh, shit." I could hear the near hysterical edge in her voice. She was barely holding it together. With one hand on the rifle, I used the other to help Jill get down from the truck bed. I gave her a hug and felt the trembling in her small frame. I secured the site. At my instruction, Jill found the duct tape and some rope in the truck. One by one I bound the men starting with the conscious one first. He seemed relieved that I didn't shoot him. I had the one I'd shot in the leg stem his bleeding with his shirt as a tourniquet, and then I taped his hands together behind him. I could see a shard of bone at the edge of his wound; he wouldn't need his feet tied -- he couldn't walk. The three unconscious men were bound or tied next; I dragged each of them to the truck so the six of them were together and were easy to guard. I checked Jill's head. She'd been cold-cocked by the butt end of the rifle on the left side of her head. I could see the bruise it had left, and the impression of the rifle butt on her skin. She complained of a headache, and I hoped it wasn't a concussion although in that location it would be hard to avoid. The head is more delicate than most people think. I explained to Jill how to find the trail back to camp and gave her the flashlight. We took the shoes off one of the unconscious men, and she wore those since she had been carried to the site barefoot. She was also nude under the trench coat the men had wrapped her in. Jill took off across the field to fetch help. Somehow she felt compelled to run. The first light of dawn had started to shade the black night sky. Crystal Clear Ch. 07 I couldn't believe how fast the news traveled. More and more American reporters showed up at our film sites by the hour; no doubt flown in by private jet. The media seemed to be sparing no expense to get some coverage on this. Mark had to hire addition security to keep them at bay and to keep them from wandering into our filming. Jill and I agreed with Sony that we would give 'official' interviews to ET, Extra, People, US, and Hollywood Today. Reuters and the Associated Press would be allowed to sit in on two of the interviews, as well as La Prensa, the leading Nicaraguan newspaper. In a brief lull the afternoon of the kidnapping, Mark gave me his satellite phone, and I called Crystal in Russia -- the locale for part of the movie she was filming. Amazingly, I got through to her on the first try. The more I described the kidnap and rescue to her, the more frantic she got about my well-being. I kept reassuring her that I'd come out of the whole thing unscathed except for a dirty t-shirt. Ellen talked to her sister too, confirming that all was good. Eventually, Crystal calmed down, but then she started babbling to me about how much she loved me and didn't want me to do anything dangerous ever again in my whole life. I wasn't quite sure what was going on in Moscow, where I'd found her doing her film, but I could tell she wanted to get home and be with me. My guessed that the fascination with her hunky co-star George Rinard had worn off and he'd become human. Both our movies were ahead of schedule. Crystal and I could have taken a week's holiday in the middle of filming and met somewhere; instead, we opted to push through the filming and then take our time off without the prospect of having to return to either Russia or Central America to continue our movies. I had asked her on the satellite call, "Does what happened make you want to change your mind and come over?" She thought, "Yes and no. I want to see you so badly, but I don't want to come back here after -- that would break my heart to leave you again. I think we have about three more weeks, and I'm done -- really done with this one. What do you think?" "I can wait it out. We'll need to do something special with each other. Think of what you'd like to do -- where we could go. Hanging around Nashville doesn't seem special, but I guess that'd be our starting point to reconnect." We agreed to wait until our films were over, mostly because of the anticipation and our desire to be together for more than just a week when we were together. As we went into the following week after the abduction, our film locale had at least fifty members of the press hanging around our film locations all the time. I felt sorry for them, but we stuck to our various plans for limited interviews and filming in the remote location. I know we were getting photographed with those huge telephoto lenses, so Jill, Claire, Ellen, and I all tried to behave ourselves in public. So did the other stars like Barry Peters and his pequeña Spanish girlfriend -- Maria. Barry talked Maria into playing in some of our swap games, and she took to them like a duck to water. Whenever we got together at the hotel Maria proved insatiable until the rest of us had each given her an earth-moving orgasm. She reminded me in many ways of Nadia, so much so that I arranged to have flowers sent to Nadia from Ellen, Claire, and me so she knew we hadn't forgotten her. Many of the women on the set made a point to flirt with me too. Besides, the ones I had to work with on wardrobe or makeup, other women came by, gave me a seductive smile, perhaps dragged a finger along my square jaw, and offered an invitation to 'visit' if I got lonely. I'd first been through something like this over a year earlier on my road trip through Pennsylvania when I'd rescued a farmer from his burning barn; the females of the home I had stayed at went out of their way to make themselves available -- an opportunity I didn't turn down. Our sex lives suffered little with the 24-7 presence of the paparazzi. The daytime bed hopping between trailers that we'd been doing slowed, as we tried to minimize someone with a telephoto lens catching one of us on the prowl. We laughed about it all over dinner, but generally once we went to work, we worked, were fully presentable, and businesslike at the work site. Understandably, Jill took to sleeping in our room. Four in the king-size bed seemed cramped, but the sex more than made up for the inconvenience. Jill obviously took comfort in the sex -- from all of us. I suggested to Mark that to preserve Jill's reputation, he should say something informally to the press about her mental state and her temporary need to be with friends around her to feel safe. I guess he did, because we never heard, or read anything of our cohabitation arrangements. Amazingly, the press didn't think to mention Claire or Ellen, or their relationship to me. I tried to visualize a totally innocent and sexless relationship between all of us inside the walls of the hotel room. I didn't succeed. I probably didn't succeed because whenever I tried that exercise, I recalled what we'd done the night before, or the morning before, or the afternoon before. I knew the women around me on the set had strong libidos: Jill, Claire, Maria, and Ellen; however, after the hostage taking everyone's sex drive ratcheted up a dozen notches. The four women in our circle couldn't get enough sex. This new found fascination with all-things-sexual carried over into the movie we were making in several ways. First, Jill wanted to fuck anything with a penis; however, she limited herself to Mark, Barry, and me, and her Sapphic interplay with the women. She'd always been willing before, but now she wanted sex about six times a day. Thus, second, we had to take breaks in filming to accommodate our lust. This called for rearranging the 'press lines' -- the areas where the paparazzi could prowl. We moved them so our motorhomes weren't in their line of sight. Mark, Barry, and I talked about the prescription that would help Jill through her angst about her kidnapping. Besides trying to meet her new and improved nymphomaniac sex drive, we agreed to pull out of Nicaragua as soon as possible and to get back to Hollywood as soon as we could. He thought he could finish filming in a suburb of Guadalajara -- a more urban and civilized place than the one he'd chosen for the past month of filming. He put the wheels in motion of breaking camp. I went off and fucked Jill again. Crystal Clear Ch. 08 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story So Far: After a cross-country road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim moved in with country music star Crystal Lee and her sister in Nashville. Thanks to Crystal, Jim also became a top country music sensation. Crystal posed for Playboy in a sex-filled weekend photo shoot. Jim, his sister, sister, and friends later enjoyed a New Years holiday orgy on a Caribbean isle. After hiring a sexpot Russian housekeeper, Crystal and Jim head in different directions to make two movies. On the west coast for his movie, Jim (with Ellen) reconnects with Tina a love interest from his road trip, participates in an orgy with his leading lady, and finds a new love interest in Claire. The film crew moved to Nicaragua to film on location, and Jim's movie star Jill Danes was kidnapped. Jim did a bold and risky rescue, using his skills as a Green Beret from decades earlier. Soon after, shooting finished on Jim's movie, and Ellen, Claire, and he headed home to Nashville. Crystal Clear Ch. 08 "I want to cum with you," Ellen said in a plaintive voice. Claire said with a hint of mock disappointment, "Oh, I wanted the same thing." I rearranged the pillows on the bed around me, adding here and subtracting there. I had Nadia move up to the headboard. I had Ellen lie on her back my left and Claire on my right, each with their legs across my mid-section and interwoven until the two were tribbing -- rubbing their two pussies together. When Ellen and Claire were comfortable and could push their cunts together, I lifted the two women slightly and inserted my cock between their pussies. The stimulation was almost two great, but it did feel as though I'd slipped into an open-air pussy that wrapped the sides of my cock in silk and left my head exposed. We all started to writhe and pump and moan. Ellen gasped, "You are rubbing right on my clit ... I'm not going to last long." Claire gasped, "You're on my clit too. I'm starting to crest -- this is all just so sexy -- so lewd -- so fantastic. I never want to stop. I've never seen a guy fuck two women simultaneously." I spoke, "Then I guess it's time to see whether we can get in sync with each other. I'm close too." Claire came first. Her back arched and her body thrust into our union, pushing me tight against Ellen. The added stimulation tripped Ellen off, and I was close behind. My cock erupted like a fountain into the air where the three of us joined. Cum shot a couple of feet high and fell back where we were all joined. Subsequent jets of cum repeated the process until my cum covered the girl's pubes, as well as my own cock. By the headboard, I heard the moans and pants from Nadia -- a telltale sign of her own orgasm as she thrust the large vibrating prick in and out of herself. We each made large sighing noises as we fell back into our pillows and the bed. We lay unmoving, our groins pressed together, as we panted for a full minute, and then Nadia's tongue found the union of the three of us, and she licked the area so clean we sparkled in pleasure. Crystal Clear Ch. 09 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' This chapter will be dramatically enhanced for you if you read my story "Road Trip – Ohio." This story can be found at the author's web page by clicking on the name Romantic1 above. That said, this is a stand alone story. Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a cross-country road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim now lives with Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen in Tennessee. Jim has joined Crystal as a top star in country music, a major change in life for Jim. Crystal posed for Playboy in a sex-filled weekend photo shoot. After a busy six months, a New Years orgy on a Caribbean isle, and three busy winter months, Crystal and Jim went to different parts of the world to make two different movies. Just before leaving Jim, Ellen, and Nadia, their Russian housekeeper, had a series of sexual romps. When on the west coast for his movie, Jim reconnected with a love interest from his road trip – Tina Devoe, participated in an orgy with his leading lady Jill Danes, and found a new and additional love interest in Claire. The film crew moved to Nicaragua to film on location, and Jim's leading lady was kidnapped. Jim did a bold and risky rescue, using his skills as a Green Beret from decades earlier. Shooting finished on Jim's movie. He returned to Nashville with Ellen and Claire, they had a passionate week and included Nadia in their sex-filled romp. Crystal arrived home from Europe and joined Jim at well-attended news conference at the airport shortly after she disembarked from her plane. Things went well up until the last question to Jim by the press. Crystal Clear Ch. 09 James toddled over to his mother as George and I did a manly hug. I introduced him to Crystal, and they too hugged in greeting. George said, "Jim, I think you should put your motorcycle in the garage. There are no windows, and with the door shut no one will know you're here. I've become paranoid about the media the past two days since we spotted them outside the house." I said, "Yeah, I'm really sorry about this. We never figured what we'd do if someone caught on to what we did. With my status with the media, particularly after having just hit the front pages with the rescue of Jill Danes, I didn't expect you'd become collateral damage." "No, don't worry about it. It's part of the new landscape we created. We should talk about what we plan to do. We can't hide out up here the rest of our lives, plus I know from your website that you've got a string of concerts with Crystal around the States before Christmas and Europe coming up in the New Year." George opened the garage door, and I rode the bike in and parked next to his rental car. He shut the door, and we all went inside. Just inside the door, Summer swept up James, kissed him firmly, and passed him to Crystal. The two played briefly as she held him on one hip. She looked over at me and said, "Oh, Jim, I want one. He's so cute! Were you this cute when you were one?" The baby chortled as Crystal tickled him with one finger to his exposed belly. Summer said, "He's about to go down for the night. He'll wake up around midnight, take a bottle, and then go right back to sleep after a diaper change." Quick as a flash Crystal said, "Can I help with him somehow. I haven't been near a baby in a long time, and I just love them to pieces." Summer said, "Of course. He's been pretty easy to care for, plus George is a hands-on daddy." Crystal came over to where I stood and presented me with the baby; for a brief second, the baby and I looked eye to eye. He broke into a smile that ate up his whole face. I pulled him into my arms and for the first time hugged my son. Tears formed in my eyes at the moment. The four adults and James went to the back patio of the house, a screened in area that overlooked the lake. I sat with James on the floor as he played with some toys; I felt captivated by everything the 'mini-me' did. I noticed Crystal couldn't take her eyes off the tot either. We had some wine and hors d'oeuvres. Summer said she'd serve dinner after James went to bed. The wine slid down easily; I'd become dehydrated on the road, so the liquid went right to my head. Crystal too loosened up, and soon the four of us were a happy foursome, joking and talking as though we'd been inseparable all our lives. Around eight o'clock, Crystal and Summer went and put James to bed. When they came back to the patio, they were holding hands as good friends might do. Summer served dinner, and we lingered around the table for a long time talking mostly about our lives, the rescue of Jill Danes, Crystal's movie with heart throb George Rinard, and the music we were working on. George knew how much my life had changed since Karen's death; he'd been at my wedding eight years earlier and knew me long before that. I thought it interesting in hindsight, that none of us addressed the issue that had brought us together in Michigan: what we'd do about the media's quest for knowledge about me and my baby. Crystal Clear Ch. 09 Summer said, "Probably not, since to our knowledge none of them did the mix of relationships to have a baby." George said, "Do we just throw ourselves on the doorstep of public opinion and accept what happens?" I ventured, "It won't all be against us. It'll be like Crystal's Playboy spread, part of the country was vehemently condemning and the rest loved it; I suppose there was the silent majority that didn't care one way or the other. Here, most won't care, a few will condemn like the radical right, and others may spring to our defense just to take the other side. It'll raise a whole bunch of social issues about adoption programs, cost, and bureaucracy, and the rights of polyamorous and legitimate parents." Summer said, "You know when we filed the birth certificate, we couldn't lie; we had to say that you were the father." She looked at me hoping I wouldn't be mad. I thought for a moment. "What you did was fine. To the best of my knowledge, there's no reason I can't let the mother raise the child with anyone she sees fit to be with. You live fine lives, and except for this situation are pillars of your community. Plus, you are a wounded vet who gave up part of a leg for your country." Crystal said, "Wait ... wait! Is that how this all got in the news. Someone saw that birth record and figured out what had happened?" I slapped my forehead, and so did George and Summer. Several "Oh shits" could be heard around the room. I added to what Crystal had figured out, "Someone chanced on the certificate, and knew about me and my new career in music – maybe even about my connection with you two. Who might that have been?" We all pondered that situation. Crystal said, "I'm going to talk to Terry. He seemed to know the woman who asked the question. We never heard anything further about her." Crystal Clear Ch. 10 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' This chapter will be dramatically enhanced for you if you read Road Trip -- Ohio. This story can be found at the author's web page by clicking on the name Romantic1 above. Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim moved in with country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen in Nashville. With Crystal's help, Jim became a top country singer. He got tapped to do a movie, enjoys several orgies with his leading lady Jill Danes, and finds a new love interest in a. The film crew moved to Nicaragua to film on location, and Jill was kidnapped. Jim did a bold and risky rescue using his skills he learned as a Green Beret. Shooting finished on Jim's movie. He returned to Nashville with Ellen and Claire for a sex-filled week with Nadia their housekeeper before Crystal returns from Europe where she did a movie. Upon Crystal's arrival, Jim and Crystal do a press conference where a reporter asked Jim about his fathering a child in Ohio. Jim initially ducked the question, but his answer indicated the reporter's accurate assessment. The media went wild at the prospect of a Jim having a hidden baby. A few days later, Jim and Crystal sneak off to join his child's parents in Michigan after they too have fled the paparazzi; as a group, they decide to allow the pretty reporter from the press conference to interview Jim, Crystal, Summer -- the baby's mother, and George -- her husband. Crystal Clear Ch. 10 Summer ended laying on her stomach between Edie's legs, her mouth going wild on Edie's pussy. Edie writhed and squirmed and moaned under her ministrations. After a few minutes, Summer raised her butt into the air, changing the angle slightly at which she attacked Edie's cunt; she looked back at me over her shoulder: "Jim, come put that cock in my pussy. Fuck me while I eat Edie." Not one to dally, I did as I was told, kneeling behind Summer on the bed and sinking into her pussy in one smooth stroke. Her pussy dripped female juices of excitement, so I slid right into her. I set up a slow oscillation of my body against hers; I didn't want to upset her tasty meal at Edie's bush. Edie for that matter stared into my eyes with heavy lids that betrayed lust and sexual excitement. After being eaten to one orgasm, Edie stopped Summer and asked in a pleading tone: "Can Jim make love to me a little." Summer kissed her and said, "Of course, My Darling." Summer moved to the side, I moved so I could sink myself into Edie. She reached down and spread the lips of her labia, so that she showed me her pink and I could see the gaping hole I was to fill. I didn't need to use my hands to aim my rigid pole. I just shifted my hips until I lined up with the center of her wet slit with her swollen lips ready to receive me, and filled the hole in long smooth stroke into a well-lubricated female. Edie's eyes rolled up into her head, and she moaned in pleasure, "Ooooooooh, fuck me." Summer moved and started to suck on Edie's breasts again, returning her nipples to a highly aroused state. Edie's breasts swayed in sync with my thrusts into her body. I leaned down and passionately kissed Edie. She responded in kind. I used my thumb on her clit, driving her back into orbit and soon into another climax. Edie was almost delirious with pleasure; she was right on the edge of the zone where a woman enjoys one continuous oscillating orgasm. I gestured to Summer, and she straddled Edie's head, lowering her pussy onto her face. Edie's tongue started working. Summer faced me; we kissed and licked each other's faces and tongues in our lust and passion. I told Summer, "Let's put Edie in the zone." She nodded in understanding, dismounted her lover's head, and returned to her breasts. She slapped and pinched at both of Edie's nipples, and then carefully bit into each one when she wasn't sucking on it. I applied my thumb more carefully and directly to Edie's clit, and soon she not only climaxed for a third or fourth time, but also moved into the zone of near continuous orgasms. Now, every little thing we did brought Edie a peak of pleasure: Summer stroked her abs and arms; I leaned down and kissed her ears, nibbling on her ear lobes; Summer used her tongue on Edie's clit even as I pistoned into her body. Edie just twisted and turned, almost throwing me away from her. Once she thought I would leave her; she pleaded, "Oh Jim, please don't leave me here -- I'm right -- Oh, fuck, another one. Stay in me ... I'm ... Oh, wow, another one ... Jim, they're coming every couple of seconds. I didn't know I could do this. Oh, fuck; again." I promised Edie I would explain tomorrow, and brought her to yet another climax. After, a half hour of this, Edie finally pleaded with me to stop. "I hate to stop this, but I may never leave this bed, and I may never let you leave. I don't want to get sore, and I want more of you later. Now, you have to make love to Summer, and you have to cum in her so we're sure she's pregnant." I jerked myself out of Edie's cunt. She had one last orgasm, and then lay unmoving in the center of the bed, two rivulets of sweat pooled between her breasts and near her naval. The rest of her body glowed with a sexual sheen. She held her arms out to Summer, and the pair kissed quite passionately. Edie hitched herself to the side so that Summer could lie beside her. I impaled Summer on my rigid shaft, and soon I had her moving to the same state Edie floated in of near constant orgasms. Edie, for her part, made love to the rest of Summer's body that I wasn't occupied with. Summer swooned, "Ooooooooh, Jimmmmm. Fuuuuucccccck meeee!" I did, and many minutes later I decided to fill my lover with my seed. I warned Summer, and she pulled me to her for a French kiss of epic proportions. We parted, and our eyes locked in one another. I made a dozen hammering thrusts into Summer, and with each I sent a pulse of my cum onto her cervix. When my last pulse ended, I froze in position above Summer, my arms extended and locked, my back arched, and my head held high. I leaned in and kissed Summer, and then rolled us so I was between Edie and Summer. My cock remained deep in Summer's body. And that's how we went to sleep. Edie woke me in the middle of the night. She wanted me to make love to her again. She fellated me to requisite hardness, and then I slid into her body. We did a slow fuck, just idly grinding our hips back and forth from each other with my cock deep in her cunt. Summer awoke and watched us. I asked her, "Do you this load of cum?" "No, this time you can give it to Edie if she wants it." Edie pleaded, "Oh, I do. I do." And, only a few minutes later I came deep inside Edie. Edie and I fell asleep with my cock buried in her pussy. Crystal Clear Ch. 11 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' This chapter will be dramatically enhanced for you if you read Road Trip -- Ohio and the previous two chapters. These stories can be found at the author's web page by clicking on the name Romantic1 above. Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim moved in with country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen in Nashville. With Crystal's help, Jim became a top country singer. He got tapped to do a movie, enjoys several orgies with his leading lady Jill Danes, and finds a new love interest in Claire. The film crew moved to Nicaragua to film on location, and Jill was kidnapped. Jim did a bold and risky rescue using his skills he learned as a Green Beret. Shooting finished on Jim's movie. He returned to Nashville with Ellen and Claire for a sex-filled week with Nadia their housekeeper before Crystal returns from Europe where she did a movie. Upon Crystal's arrival, Jim and Crystal do a press conference where a reporter asked Jim about his fathering a child in Ohio. Jim initially ducked the question, but his answer indicated the reporter's accurate assessment. The media went wild at the prospect of Jim having a hidden baby. A few days later, Jim and Crystal sneak off to join his child's parents in Michigan after they too have fled the paparazzi; as a group, they decide to allow Edie, the pretty reporter from the press conference, to interview Jim, Crystal, Summer -- the baby's mother, and George -- her husband. Edie falls in love with Jim, Crystal, and the baby's parents; they share some intimate times, and then Edie writes her story for publication, putting a positive spin on the relationships. Crystal Clear Ch. 11 Jan and Kyle had both sat spellbound as Edie talked. Kyle turned to me, "You mean George isn't the least bit pissed off that you messed around with his wife?" I shook my head, "Not one bit. I would have cut off my arm for him if he'd asked for that; instead, he wanted me to love his wife and conceive a child that he couldn't because of a wartime injury. I love both George and Summer. I would still do anything I could to help them." Kyle turned to Crystal, "And you weren't angry or peeved that your boyfriend and lover not only slept with Summer, but also got her pregnant ... and, I guess, he did it again last week?" Crystal actually laughed, "Not at all, and I'm not lying to you. When Jim told me what had transpired in Ohio, I kept my fingers crossed that the pregnancy had taken. I even prodded Jim to be sure he'd treated Summer with love and kindness, although I would have expected nothing less. Summer said she knew the instant her egg got fertilized, but I needed to hear some confirmation -- that came a few weeks later when George called Jim with the good news. Anyway, it did work, and I felt so happy and grateful for Jim, for the Ellis', and for the child that's now Little Jim." Jan turned to me, "Are you going to be an 'involved parent'?" " I thought for a moment before responding because I wanted to get the words right. "I am not going to try to play Daddy; that's George's job and that's the role he has wanted to play with these children for years that they've tried to conceive or looked at options. That said, I'm not going to be distant from him either. I'll probably have a relationship with Little Jim and the new child something like an out of town Uncle might have. I'll be overly generous at Christmas, on birthdays, and on other special occasions, if it's approved by George and Summer. They are his parents, not me -- or Crystal." "Do you love the baby?" "Every bone in my body aches for that child's health and happiness in life -- the same for the new one too. My late wife and I wanted children, and we were just shifting to a 'Let's get pregnant and have a family mode' when Karen -- that was my wife up until she died about two-and-a-half years ago -- got ill. So, I've been ready to be a Daddy for a long time -- or a great Uncle." Jan turned to Crystal, "Might you have a child by Jim?" Crystal said in a thoughtful mood, "I wouldn't rule it out, but it's not in any planning that we've done. I hate to say it, but the demands of this career, particularly my fortunate status in music and now the movie industry, just may not allow me to be attentive to any signals I may get or desire I have." Crystal held her hand up to indicate she had more to say. "When we were with the Ellis', they asked me whether I would join Jim in his 'godfather' role, and become the baby's godmother." She got a tear in her eyes and a little choked up; "That's the nicest request I think anybody's ever made of me. I said, 'You bet.' I am very proud of that label, and I intend to honor and earn it every chance I get." Kyle said, "So you plan to see the Ellis' again? How often?" Crystal said, "We didn't set a schedule, but I want to blend in with their families in helping to care for Jim and the question mark. I do remember how to babysit and change diapers and all that." She chuckled. "I expect at some key holidays, as Jim said, we'll find a way to get together with them, maybe even give the Ellis' a chance to get away for a long weekend alone." Jan said, "Errr ... uhmmm ... Jim, would you ... will you continue your ... ah ... liaison with Summer?" I had to piece that sentence together to figure out that she wanted to know whether I'd be sleeping with Summer again. I just shrugged my shoulders; that seemed to be the best answer -- a maybe 'yes' and maybe 'no.' The rest of the interview talked about how I'd kept up-to-date on Summer's pregnancy, what I planned to do for the new one, what it felt like to hold my child for the first time, why I'd waited so long before visiting, how often we'd kept in touch with the Ellis', and on and on. The reporters were very thorough. Nadia came swishing into the living room with a large tray with teas, coffee, and freshly baked cookies on it. She gave me a wink as she left the room when no one else could see her. Crystal gave Ralph a tour of the house. I took Jan and Kyle down to the music studio, and even played some of our new songs for them -- stuff that no one else had heard yet. Ralph and Crystal eventually showed up, took some more photos, including some of us singing at the studio's microphones. As the trio prepared to leave, Jan asked Edie about the photographs. Edie had disappeared during the tour, but with obvious pride of authorship, she handed over a compact disk with all 200 pictures on it. Ten days later, Crystal and I were on the cover of People again, this time holding Little Jim. The article was well-written and stayed away from the sexual relationship side of things, and only emphasized how I'd helped the Ellis' in a novel way, loved my child, and the one we now expected, and that we'd be important characters in the childrens' lives. Terry was over the moon about the publicity, and so was Sony. Record sales took another hop. I got several other emails from the folks at Sony extolling my virtues and extending thanks for the indirect publicity around the movies Crystal and I had finished shooting a few weeks earlier. Tina Devoe, one of the Sony execs I'd had some intimate times with, wrote and said, "I'm certainly glad you didn't get ME pregnant, but the next time you're on the west coast let's f**k." Jill Danes called me and congratulated me not only on the babies, but also on having managed the press so well. She too promised me the fuck of my life the next time I saw her. Someday, I knew I'd call in all the chits from my lovers. I got a lot of other emails, many of them from some of the friends I'd made during my road trip. Several sent photographs and urged me to visit them soon. Many letters in my fan mail came from young women who hoped that I would also father a child by them. Crystal Clear Ch. 11 "Oh, Jim, I love you so, and when we do this I want to bring you maximum pleasure on a constant always basis." Nadia directed my face to her breasts, and I sucked in each nipple, biting and twisting with my mouth as I knew she liked. Often, we kissed. "Switch." As she slid down my cock with her cunt, Claire said in a low tone, "You know I love you too." She had apparently heard Nadia's pledges of love to me. I assured her that I loved her as well. As Nadia had done, Claire arranged us in a woman-on-top posture. As she sank down on me, I realized that she had cum at least once since I'd sampled her wares on the previous circle. She had her girl juice all over her lower body, and her sex aroma was strong. Claire went on in an intimate whisper, "Jim, every woman in this room -- Crystal, Ellen, Edie, Nadia, and I all love you. We want you in every way possible. A second with you is like a drop of nectar in our lives." She lunged forward and kissed me especially hard, driving her tongue into me. Crystal's last comment to the group went something like, "Gentlemen, whenever you are ready, claim your partner with your cum." I glanced over to see Dan's lower body turn into a blur of motion as he pistoned into Crystal's body. Less than thirty seconds after Crystal's statement, he paused and drove hard into her body five or six times; I knew he was jetting his cum deep inside her. Crystal looked ecstatic as she had her own orgasm. Next to me, Nadia's body started to milk the cum from Terry's shaft as he thrust up into her small cunt. Billy had sped up, and I knew Ellen would get a load in a minute. Edie's hand was a blur over her pussy as she masturbated beside the pair. I focused in on Claire, moving my hips and locking eyes with her in a loving stare. I rose from the sofa, holding Claire so she remained coupled with my cock deep inside her velvety tunnel. As I stood, I pumped into her several times, and then lay her down on the thick pile carpet between the sofas. Claire wrapped her legs around my lower back and drew me into her with each stroke, and then from deep within me I felt the first pulse of my impending climax. "I'm there," I whispered to her in somewhat of a rush. Claire was there too. Her body arched up off the floor, and her hips rotated up into my groin on my downstroke into her. My cum erupted from my body into hers in a dozen rapid surges of exquisite orgasm that I could only hope matched the pleasure she displayed. In our afterglow, we looked at the others. Dan had pulled from Crystal, and I could see the rivulet of white jizz flowing from her vagina. Billy and Ellen had rolled slightly to their side so he could also snuggle Edie into his side. Adjacent to us on the sofa, I could see the cum leaked out of Nadia's cunt around Terry's still embedded shaft. All of us continued to twitch and spasm occasionally. Billy said, "Man, you guys are really hot. This is ... I've never been in something this erotic in my life, and I've been around." Dan muttered, "I'll second that." After a long silence, Crystal said, "We can start round two whenever you guys are ready." On the TV, the porn flick still regaled the screen. In the scene I paused to watch, three men were being pleased by a young blond with surgically enhanced tits. As one fucked her, she switched blowjobs between the other two. I doubted that 'Virgin Cowgirls' had much of a plot at this point. I pumped a little into Claire's body, and got a strange look from her. I leaned in, and we kissed in a tender way. I whispered to her, "I love you," and I got a warm smile and a kiss that had "Me too" written all over it. Billy finally stood. He turned to all of us, "I'm serving wine and other beverages. Any special orders?" We each chimed out our preference. Sex can be dehydrating. He sauntered over to the bar and started tinkering with contents of the small refrigerator that the hotel kept stocked in the room. Claire nestled against me as I leaned against the sofa. She looked up at me and said in a serious tone, "I know that you've sensed something mysterious about me since we met. Ellen told me that you even sometimes refer to me several times as 'The Mysterious Claire.'" She remained silent for a moment, and I gave her space to collect her thoughts. Claire then spoke again in a low and concerned tone only I could hear as the others conversed; "Jim, I have a secret past I haven't shared with any of you yet." She cursed under breath, "Shit ... I don't know why If feel I have to tell you now, but I do. I've waited way too long." At the end of the sofas, a new scene came on the television. In this one, two nubile youths were making one older man very happy: one rode his cock as the other sat on his face. After a long silence during which she shuddered against me, I said, "Claire, darling, you don't have to tell me or any of us anything until you're ready. There's no pressure here. I'll even stop referring to you as 'mysterious.'" I kissed her nose. She shook her head negatively against me. She choked up a little and said, "I hope you won't hate me -- won't make me leave you." She snorted, about to cry, "Oh, God. I love all of you so much, I couldn't bear to be cast away." I sensed real concern and doubt in her. She spoke more loudly now, so everyone could hear her, "I have to tell you now, before we go any further -- before I go any further with any of you." She gestured to Ellen, Edie, Crystal, Nadia, and the men. Suddenly, we were all paying rapt attention to her. Billy stood frozen in position at the mini bar. Claire sat up straight. Tears started to roll down her face, and she stifled one sob; her voice cracked as she tried to speak but couldn't. Ellen and Crystal had both picked up the signals that something strange and unexpected was going on between Claire and me. They both started to come beside us to comfort Claire. I spoke calmly to her, "If you have to tell me -- tell all of us, go ahead. I guarantee we will love you just the same. Love is all about forgiveness, if that's what's involved." Everyone in the room nodded in agreement with my premise. Claire took a deep breath and blurted out through her tears, "I was a porn star and a call girl." To be continued Crystal Clear Ch. 12 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim moved in with country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen in Nashville. With Crystal's help, Jim became a top country singer. He got tapped to do a movie, enjoys several orgies with his leading lady Jill Danes, and finds a new love interest in Claire. The film crew moved to Nicaragua to film on location, and Jill was kidnapped. Jim did a bold and risky rescue using his skills he learned as a Green Beret. Shooting finished on Jim's movie. He returned to Nashville with Ellen and Claire for a sex-filled week with Nadia their housekeeper before Crystal returns from Europe where she did a movie. Upon Crystal's arrival, Jim and Crystal do a press conference where a reporter asked Jim about his fathering a child in Ohio. Jim initially ducked the question, but his answer indicated the reporter's accurate assessment. The media went wild at the prospect of Jim having a hidden baby. A few days later, Jim and Crystal sneak off to join his child's parents and the baby in Michigan after they too have fled the paparazzi; as a group, they decide to allow Edie, the pretty reporter from the press conference, to interview Jim, Crystal, Summer -- the baby's mother, and George -- her husband. Edie falls in love with Jim, Crystal, and the baby's parents; they share some intimate times, and then Edie writes her story for publication, putting a positive spin on the relationships. A full-blown scandal is narrowly averted. Later, Jim and Crystal fly to Florida for a concert with their entourage. While there Claire reveals the secret she had hidden from them for months. Crystal Clear Ch. 12 She paused and answered Edie's question, "Why now? In the midst of our little orgy, I had a flashback to a film I'd done -- a 'gang bang classic' was what Andre called it. There was one other girl and about a sixteen guys, plus the crew who was supposed to join in if they weren't filming or doing the audio. No one cared about anyone else; there was no love or caring; not even a thought of concern for the two women. We were just holes in the bed for them to stick their cock into and cum. So much different from what I felt tonight with all of you." "You might not have been watching, but on the TV -- that film -- it reminded me of what I'd done. I mean, it made me horny, but I also remembered." She thought for a minute and added, "Talk about screwed up -- I felt conflicted. It made me want to talk about it and to not have a secret any more -- to not be 'Mysterious Claire.'" "My flashback reminded me that telling you would only get harder the longer I waited. I've tried to muster courage over and over again since we got serious about each other -- even before we went to Nicaragua, but I just couldn't ... the time never seemed right. I guess when you have a big secret, there is no 'right' time." I wrapped my arms more tightly around Claire; "Oh, Claire, we do love you so. We don't care what you've done in your past. We live in the now -- this is where it's at. We know you love us, and we wouldn't take our love from you over something you did in your past. We just want you with us. Thank you for sharing and for opening up with us." Crystal joined me from Claire's other side, and we packaged her between us and both kissed her cheeks still damp from her renewed tears. Claire just leaned into the two of us and shut her eyes. The tears silently rolled down her cheeks, nonetheless. Crystal Clear Ch. 12 "Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkk," Cindy wailed at the top of her lungs as her ultimate orgasm ripped through her. She arched up into Terry's body while she maximized my penetration in her cunt. Her breasts waved in my face briefly, and I bit one of them somewhat hard; her eyes and entire body fluttered, and then felt Cindy's full weight on top of me. She'd blacked out. I muttered so the others knew, "She's gone ... fainted." Terry pulled away and rolled to my side. I gently rolled Cindy's unconscious form to my other side so she was on her back. To my surprise, Nadia and Edie appeared naked as jay birds; I think they had been playing together because they each had wetness around their mouths and cheeks from eating each other. Nadia gobbled down Terry's erect prick, as Edie wrapped her mouth around mine. When the two were finished, Nadia announced to those in the room that Cindy's pussy belonged to the two of them. Nadia put one of Cindy's legs over one should, and Edie did the same with the other leg. The two of them took turns sucking the leaking cum and juices from Cindy's ass and cunt. Once they had mouths full of the jizz, they put on a show of snowballing the liquid between them, intentionally allowing some to drizzle down onto their proud breasts. Claire demanded her share of the juice. Soon, she too was part of the snowball team. Cindy came to a couple of minutes later still moaning about the pleasure she'd encountered in some other dimension of the universe, awoken mainly by the careful ministrations of Nadia, Ellen, Claire, and Crystal with warm washcloths and kisses all over her body. I got a beautiful smile that communicated her gratitude and fulfillment. She clutched Terry's hand to one of her firm breasts. Cindy gasped out, "I love you -- all of you. Oh, my God, thank you." Crystal Clear Ch. 13 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim moved in with country singer Crystal Lee, her sister Ellen, and a new friend named Claire in Nashville. With Crystal's help, Jim became a top country singer. He got tapped to do a movie, there are many group sex parties, including with his leading lady Jill Danes. Filming on location in Nicaragua, Jill was kidnapped. Jim did a bold and risky rescue using his skills he learned as a Green Beret. Shooting finished on Jim's movie. He returned to Nashville with Ellen and Claire for a sex-filled week with Nadia their housekeeper before Crystal returns from Europe where she also did a movie. Upon Crystal's arrival at Nashville airport, Jim and Crystal do a press conference where a reporter asked Jim about his fathering a child in Ohio. Jim initially ducked the question, but the media went wild at the prospect of Jim having a hidden baby. A few days later, Jim and Crystal sneak off to join his child's parents and the baby in Michigan after they too have fled the paparazzi; as a group, they decide to allow Edie, the pretty reporter from the press conference, to interview Jim, Crystal, Summer -- the baby's mother, and George -- her husband. Edie falls in love with Jim, Crystal, and the baby's parents; they share some intimate times, and then Edie writes her story for publication, putting a positive spin on the relationships. A full-blown scandal is narrowly averted. Later, Jim and Crystal fly to Florida for a concert with their entourage. While there Claire reveals the secret she had hidden from them for months. A new player enters the scene, Cindy Wonder, the lead singer for The Hobo Palace band; she and Jim connect in one of those group sex scenes. Crystal Clear Ch. 13 Ellen had been cradling Claire against her nude body for the last part of the story; one hand idly stroking and teasing one of Claire's breasts. Ellen said, "Tomorrow, you're going to call or email or write or whatever it is you do to stay in touch. You silly oaf. If you fell in love with them, don't you think they fell in love with you too? Why do you think they spent so much time and money with you. What started as a business deal between you and them became more over time; that's also why Beth was so happy when you decided to change directions in your life. Now, it's time to reconnect and tell them you love them and want to at least stay in touch." Claire pulled away from her and turned, "But won't Beth, and particularly Joe, think I'm just a gold digger?" "Are you?" "No!" "Then, they'll know that. They know how to spot gold diggers. If you're not one of them, they'll know that too. I'm sure they knew that before they gave you all that money." Claire fell back into Ellen's arms with a pensive look on her face. Ellen went back to stroking her breasts. After a while, Nadia shifted so she was between Claire's legs; she inched her way forward, her mouth getting closer and closer to Claire's sodden pussy. After a minute of this stalking, Claire got an amused look on her face. I could also tell her reminisces had made her horny. She lapped her lips, looked down at Nadia, smiled, and whispered, "Nadia, please eat me. Make me cum ... and hurry, I'm near." Crystal Clear Ch. 13 Tina went to give Chase a welcome hug and kiss. I hit Tina's pussy with a healthy blast of vibrations. Terry was greeting the woman Chase escorted, so couldn't have possibly used the remote for her egg. Tina looked at Terry in confusion, just as she fell into a passionate embrace and kiss with Chase, her voluptuous breasts smashed against his chest almost to the point of bursting out of the top of her dress. I turned off the device as the kiss ended. Chase's date said, "Well, you two surely seemed to know each other well." She spoke with more than a touch of irritation and sarcasm in her voice. The message was clear, 'Stay away from my date.' I chuckled, as Tina tried to explain their 'close' but professional friendship. It didn't take long for Crystal and Tina to figure out who had which remote control after that. As we went from party to party, tent to tent, Terry and I had a field day playing with the women. We traded remotes several more times. After a particularly intense orgasm as she leaned against Terry, Tina finally announced, "OK. We're all leaving right now." She grabbed Crystal's hand and led us through the throng of people and wellwishers back to curbside. Apparently, she'd called for her limousine, because the long black Cadillac was waiting with the chauffeur holding the door open for us. As soon as we were seated, I called and released our limousine. We weren't more than half a block from the Staples Center where the Grammys had been held, than Tina was on her knees in front of Terry fishing his cock from his pants. Crystal followed suit with me, but only after hiking up her dress to bare her unclad pussy for me to finger. Our blowjobs only lasted long enough to create two mountable erections. Terry got there first, and Tina scrambled into his lap, pulled the vibrating egg from her vagina, and sank down onto Terry's cock. A minute later, Crystal's egg got tossed on the seat, and she mounted me, the expensive dress gathered around her waist so her breasts and pubic regions were openly visible to the three of us. Both women came within a minute or two, their climaxes producing long and satisfying moans and groans. After that, the two alternated orgasms between them as the limo sped through the late evening traffic in LA. At one point at Tina's suggestion, Crystal and she changed places, allowing me the pleasure of Tina's velvety warmth wrapped around my cock as I pistoned into her body and we made out. I doubted I would ever become inured to a change in partners; the variety always sparked my libido to a new height. At Tina's waterfront condominium, the limousine pulled to a stop. The women scrambled to get their dresses back on, at least so vital parts were covered for the short walk into the building and onto the elevator up to Tina's penthouse. Terry and I struggled to tuck in our still erect cocks; we had each chosen to hold off our orgasms for the more relaxed surroundings of Tina's bed. The chauffeur opened the door to find both women half-nude. Neither woman seemed at all upset with the intrusion. Tina told him, "Thank you, we'll be just a second more." She jerked a drape of chiffon over her tits, pulling part of the sash over her shoulders to hold it in place. As she had done that, Crystal had slipped her arms back through the gauzy straps of her dress, pulled the nearly invisible bra up over her breasts. Both women looked at each other and nodded at their mutual acceptability to exit the car. Only then, did I notice that the chauffeur had an unobstructed view through the partition glass of the four of us. Tina counted on the late hour and threw propriety to the wind once she got in the elevator. Before the sixty-second ride up to her penthouse ended, she was nude except for her spike heels. "I want to fuck some more -- a lot more!" she announced as the doors opened. The four of us walked into her luxurious condo. Crystal followed seconds later with her own nudity, and Terry and I weren't far behind. We buried our cocks in our dates seconds later, and soon were entertaining each other with the erotica of being in proximity to each other. After we'd worked up some body heat, Tina pulled us to her balcony, an open affair with a view of the ocean and part of the city. Several large chaises dotted the large porch. Tina and I took one, and Crystal and Terry the other. The lights were off so we only had the ambient light from inside and the reflected light from outdoors around us, yet we could see the traffic and late pedestrians walking below us, particularly when I had Tina stand holding onto the balcony railing as I pummeled her cunt from behind. Many orgasms later, Crystal and I left Terry and Tina fucking madly away in her large bed, dressed, and took the elevator downstairs to the limousine that had patiently waited for several hours. The chauffeur didn't blink or smirk or anything as he held the door for us. Fifteen minutes later, we were back in our suite at the Oceana Beach Club Hotel -- the same place that Ellen, Claire, and I had lived for weeks during the start of my first movie. A few minutes after that we were asleep in each other's arms. To be continued Crystal Clear Ch. 14 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia live together. Jim finished his first movie, enjoyed several orgies with his leading lady and rescued her when she got kidnapped in Nicaragua to great media acclaim. Later, the press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during the road trip, but Crystal and Jim managed the news, revealed the truth, and the story faded away quickly. In the course of the baby story, the pair met Edie, the sexy reporter that deduced Jim's parenthood, and they bring her back to Nashville for further loving romps before they leave on a concert tour. Billy, their bandleader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being a high-end escort. Later, Claire shares a memorable story with her lovers, and Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. Crystal Clear Ch. 14 Jill turned to Crystal, "And Crystal, it is such a pleasure to meet you. I know this man is devoted to you, but I have to thank you for giving him some room to play and have little flings. We had so much fun in LA and Nicaragua." She hugged Crystal and held her as she talked. I could visibly see an instant rapport between the two women. Jill could be brash at times, but Crystal had looked past that and seen deeper into Jill's personality. I knew that Jill had a soft spot in her heart for me partly because of my rescue of her from kidnappers, but also just because of the chemistry we shared for several months. Terry hustled us out of the room and down to the limousine. The lobby was full of paparazzi that took a thousand photographs as we disembarked from the elevator and walked to the limo. Crystal and Jill both posed with Terry and me to give them some fodder. Jill said, "If they have some good photos to use for their magazines, maybe they won't bug us so badly later." Terry carefully orchestrated the arrival of our limousine with the three of us, along with the limo of George Rinard, Crystal's co-star in The Naked Truth. We no sooner stood outside our car and posed for the press photos than George's car pulled up immediately behind out car. Soon, the photos were of Crystal, George, Jill, and me; Terry willingly waited off to the side. The Naked Truth premiere was the following evening, and so the four of us would be together again for that event as well. Much as Crystal had not met Jill face-to-face until a half-hour earlier, I had never had the pleasure of meeting George Rinard. As Crystal had with Jill, I found a lot of common ground with George and liked him immediately. He seemed more approachable than I had guessed, even with all the stress of the opening of the movies and the presence of a large contingent of paparazzi. I watched as Jill and George met for the first time as well; there seemed to be good chemistry there as well. Off to the side, I could see all of our agents caucasing and comparing notes: Terry, Jill's agent Helen Ferraro, and George's agent Henri Tourette; all were around the same age as Terry – about thirty. After many photographs and some red carpet interviews, we went in and watched my movie. This was the seventh time I had to watch the film from beginning to end; somehow, it had stopped holding my attention. Jill leaned into me; "I've seen this too many times. Let's slip out into the lobby; maybe we can find a place to talk." I whispered my plan to Crystal, and she just nodded and gestured for me to go. She advised, "Come back before the end otherwise tongues will wag." I could see her wink at me and give me a grin. She added in a whisper no one else could hear, "And, no pussy until later." Jill and I snuck out and reconnected just off to stage right of the loge seats. A rare usher escorted us to a small room that turned out to be the manager's office ante room. We sprawled out in the sofa, and started to compare notes as old friends would do. I hadn't planned on telling Jill about being blackmailed, but she saw something was wrong. "Jim, what's wrong? You have a dark cloud over your head visible to at least those of us that know you. Are you and Crystal OK?" I responded, "Yes, that's not a problem. Crystal and I are solid." I paused and then went on, "I'm being blackmailed as of five days ago." I explained about the note, the situation regarding the Oklahome orgy, a threat to reveal I'd screwed an underage girl, legal and trial consequences, and how it would have been easy for some underage but mature looking girl to sneak in under the radar screen and be part of the thirty or so women I fucked that night." Jill listened and then got a big smile, "Oh, I wish I'd been there – all that young male testosterone and stamina. I would have fucked all night long, and been so full of cum. What a dream that would be." She rolled her eyes upward as though looking to heaven for inspiration. We chatted for an hour, and then, by my estimate the film was entering its final minutes. We took turns slipping back into our seats, so that as the film ended, the facilitator could ask us to rise and take bows for our performances. We got a thunderous round of applause. Our real appearance for the opening of the film turned out to be a party after the showing. A wide back corridor of the theater had been transformed into a jungle reminescent of the scenes from Nicaragua in the film. Various bars around the room were serving tropical drinks along with the standard beer, wine, and hard liquor mixes. Crystal, Jill, George, and I circulated, shaking hands and giving people brief one liners about our films and how they were made. Sony Entertainment would have been proud of us; we were upbeat and did justice to the event. In my head, I ticked off having to do this again in Paris on this trip. After a half hour of being party stars, Terry herded us to the door as though we had another place to be before the evening ended. We shared a limousine and went back to the Hotel George V, threading our way through a crowd leaving some formal function to get to the elevators and up to our suite. By this time, there were seven of us: Crystal, Jill, George Rinard, Terry, Helen, Henri, and me. During the limousine ride from the Normandie theater to the George V, not a long distance, Jill asked Crystal if she could jump my bones when we got in more private space. Crystal laughed and indicated that she should be asking me. Just to show the kind of plans she had, she snuggled into an embrace with George and Henri, who displayed surprise at her open display of intimacy but each clearly welcomed the intimate contact. We no sooner entered our suite than Jill turned and planted a lip lock on me that turned my knees to jello. I forgot how nice it was to kiss my leading lady this way. Jill wore a calf-length skirt with a slit up both sides to display her gorgeous legs as she walked. The material carried a black and white print, not unlike a crazy zebra print. The v-neck dippped dangerously low between her breasts. Up the front ran a black zipper whose presence had been integrated into the design of the dress. Jill took my hand and put it on the pull of the zipper; "Undo me, Jim. These clothes are so confining." She gave me a lecherous grin. I pulled the zipper down to her waist, and then to her pubic area; I purposefully pushed my hand into her mons. Beneath the chic zebra dress I only found skin. I smiled at Jill at my discovery. She said, "It's so nice to feel the breezes on one's pussy." Jill stepped out of the dress and flowed into my arms wearing only her sexy thigh high stockings and her spike heel shoes. Around us the others were not idle. Crystal had captured George, her older co-star in The Naked Truth, and Henri, George's agent. Crystal had told me about their previous intimate times. The three sat on a cushy love seat making out as the two men pawed Crystal's body, slowly undoing her dress from both top and bottom. The two took turns passionately kissed the star, worked over her breasts, and increasingly paid attention to her pussy and nudity. On the other sofa, Terry and Helen were nearly naked, their hands flying over each other's bodies at a rapid rate. I watched as Terry pulled a lacy thong from Helen, tossed it over his shoulder, and went down on the attractive brunette who moaned loudly. Soon, the sounds of body slapping against body filled the room. As always, my own desire and lust were heightened by the presence of the others in the room. Jill and I tried to put on a show for the others by changing position so Jill's body vividly displayed my cock sliding into her cunt. Helen and Terry watched us with great interest, so much interest that Helen soon asked of Jill, "Can I get a little of that?" Jill nodded, and less than a minute later I found a new female impaled on my hyper-erect shaft. Helen was tight and could do things with her vaginal muscles that were probably illegal back in the States ... and for that matter, probably in most countries. I thrust into her and found the beautiful warmth and challenge of a unique pussy, but on my withdrawal stroke Helen would tighten her vaginal muscles clenching my cock to hold me inside her. The phenomena drove me to the edge faster than one could imagine. "Helen, do you know what you're doing to me? In seconds, you've brought me right to the edge." She smiled down at me from her woman-on-top position. We paused in our thrusts, and she lowered one of her breasts to my mouth. I oscillated between her mammaries, tasting the unique flavor and scent of a woman new to me. We kissed and made out, making only occasional thrusts into each other. I backed away from the edge. Helen and I paused to watch Crystal, Henri, and George. She was on her knees with George plowing into her from behind as she gave one of her trademark blowjobs to Henri. The scene belonged in some pornographic movie it was so erotic. Jill had gone to Terry, and immediately started to bounce up and down on his cock, fresh from Helen's cunt. Occasionally, she would roll her hips a dozen or more times, thereby maximizing the stimulation to her clitoris. I whispered to Helen, "Crystal told me she loved to devastate George. Apparently, his stamina isn't quite what he'd like. If you want to help her, I'm sure she'd enjoy the assistance." Helen nodded her assent, but sped up on my body until her back arched up away from me and an orgasm ripped through her body. She fell into my arms and enjoyed a moment of afterglow as my erection remained deep in her body. We kissed a lot, and shared some soft intimate words. She whispered, "You are fabulous. Thank you for that. I hope to be back later." With that exchange, Helen pulled up off of me and slinked across the room to the love seat. I watched as she planted a kiss on George that could have launched a thousand ships. She held up her breasts in front of his face, begging for him to suck on them as he plowed into Crystal. Soon, the tableau changed: George plowed into Helen as Henri held Crystal up to George's mouth so he could eat her cunt, the cunt he'd been fucking only seconds before. I kept hearing Helen urging George to go harder and faster. If I didn't already know her motive, I might have guessed she wanted to tire the older man. George might have met his match in Jill's youthful agent; Helen wrapped her lithe legs around his body and used them to accelerate his assault on her pussy. Soon, the couple were a blur in the dim light. I could only imagine what Helen's snapping pussy was doing to George's cock; I knew he wouldn't last long, but then again, Helen wanted to see if she too could devastate him. Some women love a challenge. Crystal had moved so George could suck on her breasts as she talked dirty to him. I heard only a few words that seemed to be stimulating his libido: fuck, cunt, pussy, blowjob, cock, cum, and so forth were a few of the relevant ones. George screamed, his body jerking in the spasms that betrayed his climax. Helen kept pulling his body and erect cock into hers; I heard her say, "More. More. I'm right on the edge; don't you dare stop." If George was like me, after an ejaculation there are a couple of minutes when the stimulation is too great; you have to stop or you go over the top, almost into pain. Helen demanded that he continue his thrusts into her vagina through this 'over-the-top' stage. George's face looked panicked at what was happening to him under this woman's control. Helen's legs kept driving him into her body faster and harder. I heard George exclaim, "Too much, I have to stop;" and then a half-minute later, "Oh, my God, you're going to make me cum again." I watched as George's own body started to enter into the act of intercourse Helen demanded. Crystal pushing his hips hard as he went downstroke into Helen's body. The pair climaxed in a spectacular display of fireworks and sounds. Their words of pleasure were shouted between the pair. I wondered if other rooms in the hotel could hear the pair. I heard several gods invoked, thanked, and then a number of mystic masters. As they finished, I felt a pair of lips encircle my own cock. I looked down as my erection to find Jill looking up at me. Behind her, Henri seemed intent on satisfying himself by driving his French cock into the American actress. On the longer sofa, Crystal lay sprawled out as Terry made love to the singer. They'd been together often enough to learn each other's hot buttons: the moves you make to deliver penultimate satisfaction to your mate. Jill asked me to splash her face with my man juice just after she enjoyed her own orgasm from Henri. We'd all been fucking long enough there was no need to prolong the men's climaxes. I controlled my own climaxes sufficient well so I could honor Jill's request. Jill lay back and had me feed her my cock from 'above' her head so she could swallow more of me. I watched Jill's face flush, seeing her breasts adopt the glow of a woman about to climax; her nipples hardened to stone. I reached and squeezed her breasts hard, pinching her nipples as I knew she enjoyed – a little pain to heighten the pleasure. Henri swore and his body jerked his juices into Jill's cunt. Jill pulled my cock from her mouth, and held me above her. I allowed my sperm to surge from me onto her face and neck and breasts. Long strands of my sexy man goo splattered in streaks across her body and face. As my afterglow swept over me, Jill carefully swallowed the mushroom head of my cock, cleaning the last of my fluids from me. She used the end to wipe some of my cum into her mouth; when she captured some of my cum, she'd open her mouth and show me proof of her lust. As she did this, her hands rubbed the cum I'd shot onto her breasts into her skin. Henri extracted and flopped onto the sofa beside Jill, reaching over to stroke her lower body and legs in a tender gesture. Jill reached one hand down to her cunt, using several fingers to extract some of Henri's cum; she swallowed the fingers and his juices. Before much else happened, Helen was there, at first cleaning my cock, Henri's, and then lapping up the excess juices remaining from my orgasm on Jill's face and chest. Henri and I watched as she ran her tongue down Jill's trim body to her pussy with tongue extended. Jill cradled her head as Helen munched and sucked on her clit. In a few minutes, Jill's body arched into another orgasm as she moaned out her pleasure. Helen was Jill's assistant – her employee. For some reason, I thought of a blanket term that my old company put in every job description the human resources department put together: '... and other duties as required.' I guess in this case, cleaning the cum from your superior's cunt apparently belonged in Helen's job description. Helen flopped down onto the sofa next to Jill, holding her body to her. She looked across at George's sprawled form, practically comatose after back to back orgasms. Helen commanded, "George, get over her and lick my pussy. Suck the cum from me and make me cum." George dutifully rose and displaying great fatigue trudged across the room to Helen the Dominatrix. He knelt on the deep pile carpet and soon we watched as he did her bidding. Helen said, "You know, he does a pretty good job at this kind of thing." She looked down at George, "A little faster with more tongue, please. I'm a bit away, so this might take a while so you better settle in. You can't stop unti I cum again." Crystal came and nestled into my side, "Hi, Lover. You having fun?" I favd her a big smile, "Yep. You?" "Hell," Crystal said, "It's sex and variety; what's not to like?" She kissed me. We both shared the same kinks, fetishes, and lusts. I wondered if that's what really made a soul mate. I thought how someone could always find someone to love or be loved by, but then there had to be more to the relationship. On the platonic, non-sexual side, you could share hobbies or interests of some kind, but that still left something out. A soul mate shares all these thing, and they share the way you think about sex with you – they help you realize your fantasies. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that over time all these change with love as the foundation. Hobbies and interests come and go. On the sexual side, you can allow things to become boring and routine, and drift into where it doesn't count at all – maybe for one mate and not the other, or you can broaden out and expand the way you think over time. I sure had as I traveled the country on my road trip ... and then all the changes Crystal had brought to my life. Crystal Clear Ch. 14 I asked, "Margo, what are you doing in Paris?" She laughed slightly and said, "I wanted to see your premiere. I missed the one in London, so I flew over yesterday to catch last night. I even managed to get to the after-film party, but you were so tied up that I decided to wait until today to take up these matters with you." I ventured, "Well, tonight is the premiere of Crystal's movie The Naked Truth, and if you want to hang around we can get you into that too – including the party after, and probably the party after that. Margo studied me carefully. I speculated she was trying to gage whether I was coming onto her or not. I had not been despite my meager dress. Finally, she declared, "Yes. I would love that tremendously. I do have some work to do today to coordinate some of our researchers that are working on your situation." I pointed at a large desk in the corner of the living room, right next to a window with a picturesqe view of a little square surounded by large trees. "You can work there, or meet up with us later; your choice. There's an Internet connection." Margo said, "I'll work here if it's not an inconvenience." Just then, the bedroom door opened and Jill stepped into the living room completely nude. She completed a big stretch and yawn. Terry's equally naked body appeared behind her; he reached around and grasped Jill's breasts, leaned in, and kissed her neck, clearly with a kiss meant to seduce and entice. Margo added, "... or unless I'm going to cramp anyone's daily activities." I shrugged and said, "I doubt it, but you'll have to have an open mind." Jill ignored Margo, slipped out of Terry pawing, and slinked across the room to me. She sat in my lap and gave me a withering kiss. I kissed back. "Margo this is Jill – Jill Danes, the leading lady in my movie. Jill, this is Margo, a private detective who is working on my blackmail case." Jill gave a little wave to Margo, as she intentionally squirmed in my lap trying to loosen my towel. Margo gave a big sigh, stood, pickup up her large shoulder bag, and said, "I think I'll begin working. I have calls to make." She went over to the desk and sat, although I noticed she pulled the desk chair around so she could have a complete view of the room. I pinched one of Jill's breasts and forced her to stand. "Go make Terry happy. I'm still recovering. Crystal and I made love in the middle of the night, and I don't have much to share right now." Jill leaned in and kissed me again, whispered "Later," and slinked back into the bedroom to find Terry. I'd no sooner stood to head in to shave and dress, than Crystal opened the bedroom door right next to the desk Margo had adopted for her work. She too entered the room completely naked. She headed straight for my welcoming arms, apparently having not seen Margo. Crystal kissed me, and then playfully bit at one of my nipples as she urged my arms to hold her more tightly. Before I could say anything, Crystal had pulled my towel away, dropped it, and sunk to her knees in front of me. She had my tumescent cock in her mouth in a second. "Errr, Crystal. We have an audience ... a guest." I tapped Crystal on the shoulder as I glanced across the room to where Margo sat with her laptop open in front of her. Margo's mouth was hanging open in disbelief, her eyes locked on the union of Crystal's mouth and my cock. Crystal pulled off of my cock, continuing to hold the shaft in her right hand. There was no mistaking my excitement which only grew with every second Crystal remained in contact with me. Crystal turned and saw Margo at the desk. Crystal said, "Ooops. Sorry. Didn't mean to embarrass you." Crystal stood without taking her hand from my dick or seeming the least bit conscious of her nudity. She led me by my shaft to the bedroom. Over her shoulder she said to Margo, "We'll be back in a bit." Crystal Clear Ch. 15 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia live together. Jim finished his first movie, enjoyed several orgies with his leading lady and rescued her when she got kidnapped in Nicaragua to great media acclaim. Later, the press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during the road trip, but Crystal and Jim managed the news, revealed the truth, and the story faded away quickly. In the course of the baby story, the pair met Edie, the sexy reporter who deduced Jim's parenthood, and they bring her back to Nashville for further loving romps before they leave on a concert tour. Billy, their bandleader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being a high-end escort even sharing some details. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. During a concert in London, Jim receives a blackmail note. He hires a private detective to help search for the culprit, and hence meets Margo. The musical and movie entourage moves to Paris for the next concert and movie premieres. Crystal Clear Ch. 15 Crystal sucked on one of Margo's breasts as her hands fondled and teased the other. Margo started to gush fluid from various sexual pores in her nether region. I slid two fingers into her tight quim. I teased her ass with another, all the while my tongue lapped or my lips sucked on her womanness. Margo started to mutter about sexual things, gutter things, bad words, dirty words that all encouraged us to continue. "I'm building ... oh, fuck ... I'm cuming again ... oh, this will be a big one. Do my clit -- just like THAT! OH, FUCK." Margo's body shook as though a Richter Eight earthquake had hit the hotel. Her legs clamped around my head, and she held my lips in place against her pussy. When she finally relaxed a little, I had to gasp for air. Margo looked down her body at me. "Come up on the bed, please; make love to me. Fuck me. Both of you!" Crystal nodded to me and gestured with her hands for me to 'do' Margo, and then sashayed out the open bedroom door to the living room adding a little extra waggle to her beautiful naked hips. As soon as I lay beside her, Margo grabbed my cock, slid her hand up and down my shaft a few times, and moved so my shaft aimed directly at the gaping hole of her vagina. I slid into her body in one long, slow thrust, as our eyes locked on each other. As our pubic bones met, her eyes rolled into her head in pleasure. A long, low wail of joy erupted from deep within her. We moved together for a long time, changing positions but never breaking the link we'd created in our initial coupling of cock to cunt. We talked dirty to each other, imploring each other to wanton deeds that would involve the other. Margo had me describe some of the lurid details of the Oklahoma orgy to her, and that set her off into another series of orgasms so close together she couldn't possibly have basked in the afterglow of one before the next one hit. After forty-five minutes of our raw sex, Margo asked in a meek voice, "Don't you ever cum? I want you to feel an orgasm too. I stopped counting, but I'm way over ten." I smiled up at her, "I control myself. I get a huge pleasure from your pleasure and orgasms. Although I recover quickly, I don't want to stop what we're doing unless you want me to." Margo leaned down from her cowgirl position and kissed me hard; she brought each breast to my lips to suckle. After a minute or two she said, "I want you to cum." I did only seconds later as I felt Margo reaching another crest. I allowed the explosion I had been holding at bay for not only the minutes we'd been coupled, but also had been holding since we started the foreplay earlier in the day with the likelihood that we would couple that evening. I filled Margo's cunt with my juices as my dick remained buried deep in her trim body. The excess oozed out around the sides of my cock as I made my last thrusts of delivery into her. As I quivered below her, Margo closed her eyes and savored her own climax. I held Margo in my arms for a long time. From the living room, we could hear Jill urging someone to fuck her harder and faster. Been there, done that. Eventually, I said, "Come, let's see what the others are doing. Maybe you'll find something else to your liking." Margo rolled to the side; "If I stand, I'll be really drippy wherever I walk." I gave her a few tissues from the bedside box, and she blotted at the mess I'd left. I thought her quim extremely sexy with my white juices seeping from her pussy. A female voice said, "Stop! Don't use those tissues." Margo rolled so she could see who spoke. A nude Jill sauntered into the room, and lay down next to me. She commanded, "Margo, kneel over me; put your pussy over my mouth. I'LL be the one that cleans you up, not some wasteful wadge of tissues." Margo looked to me for verification of the lewd act that she would perform. I nodded, so she rolled over onto Jill in a way that put her pussy right above Jill's mouth. I could see Jill's tongue lash out. Margo grabbed a hold of my now erect form next to her and held on as Jill ate her and sucked on her from below. I could feel Margo spasm a couple of more times. The sounds she made surely announced to the others in the living room exactly what transpired. Jill eventually said, "Margo, now you do me. I have some cum for you too." "Whose is it?" "I'll tell you later. Now get to work. Detect something, Detective!" The two women swapped places: Margo lying on her back, as Jill's pussy dripped the man-juice it held within on and into Margo's mouth. Margo hummed in pleasure at the savory and salty taste after a few minutes. Jill had also grabbed hold of me; I fondled and twisted her nipples in a way she'd taught me that brought her pleasure. We kissed as Jill popped off a couple of small orgasms. Jill was one of the most orgasmic women I knew. After a bit, Jill just rolled from Margo. Margo's tongue had been in mid-swipe. Jill spoke, "You, my dear, have a really special tongue and technique. You can 'do' me any time." Margo laughed, "Thank you, now tell me whose cum I just ate." Jill laughed, "It's a combo deal. I was playing cum bucket in the other room. It was cum from the three guys in there: Terry, Henri, and George. Are you suitably grossed out by that?" Margo said, "Yes. Now, I suppose I'll have to go fuck each of them since I already have their cum in my belly." She looked at me and laughed. I ventured, "Now, I'm the one that's grossed out ... but only a little." Margo headed into the living room with a wiggle of her hips and a saucy look on her face. Crystal Clear Ch. 15 Margo spoke, "I am a private investigator, and I often work in concert with the police here at home as well as in other countries. We are investigating a case of blackmail that involves the two of you -- Mr. Mellon and you Miss Gable. By the way, if you decide to run one of those gentlemen behind you will stop you." Margo gestured over Maddy's shoulder to two men in black suits that were strolling very slowly towards us. Maddy's color was draining from her face. Margo continued, "Blackmail, particularly of celebrities or involving large sums of money or both is usually punishable by an average of ten years in jail and fines sufficient to bankrupt even the most well-to-do families. And, of course, there are the outrageous legal and court fees that get assessed too. Here, multiple jurisdictions are involved, so you'd have to stand trial and jail terms not only in the United Kingdom where the crime was committed, but also in the United States where the felony statutes protect its citizens, even when they are outside the country. I know that the U.K. jails are not kind to pretty young women, and I imagine the Oklahoma jails would be much the same." Maddy sat on the low wall with a kerplunk. Her book bag dropped on the pavement, and she put her face in her hands and a quiet sob exploded from her. A minute later, after our silence, she looked at Margo and then at me with tears on her cheeks. Caroline came up to us about then, but stopped about ten feet away and just watched and listened. I think her presence further rattled Maddy, as though a witness had suddenly appeared to speak against her. I unfolded the blackmail note and passed it to her. I said in a low voice, "You did it didn't you?" She nodded her head and whispered, "Yes." I said firmly, "Louder, please, so we can all hear you." She said more loudly, "Yes, I did the note and it's me in the photograph. I even set up the bank account a year ago for my own use." "Why?" Maddy spoke, "I was underage at the time that night. I thought ... I just wanted something so I didn't have to live off my parents. I hate them ... but I wanted things ... to be on my own. I saw a path ..." Margo spoke, "What would you say if I told you that you were NOT underage when you and Mr. Mellon had sex?" Maddy looked puzzled; "How can that be?" Margo said, "When was your birthday?" "The day of my coming out ... oh, but I was born late in the evening. Wasn't I seventeen up until ten o'clock or whenever?" "And what time of night did you have sex with Mr. Mellon." A long silence ensued, and then her small voice said, "Well after midnight. Oh shit, I'd turned eighteen." Margo pushed, "So the premise that you were underage when you got fucked was just plain wrong, WASN'T IT?" Margo yelled the last few words, even leaning into Maddy's face. She was mad. "Yes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Tears rolled down Maddy's scrunched up red face. Margo said, "It's not as easy as saying I'm sorry. You committed a felony in two countries." Maddy sobbed, "But, I don't want to go to jail. What can I do?" "You can come with us. You're going to make what's known as a sealed deposition and have it notarized -- it's your confession to the crime, and you state you were not under duress when you made the confession." "Who do I ..." "We'll show you, now come with us." Margo waved her hands, and a black sedan with the two men in black pulled up curbside next to us. "Jim, you and Maddy go in Matthew's car. I will drop Caroline off, and then meet you. They know where they're taking you." She did quick introductions of Matthew and me. Matthew Cogshill, a detective colleague of Margo's company, drove us into the center of London, ending halfway between Saville Row and Bond Street on Clifford Street in the middle of Mayfair. We waited a few minutes in the car until Margo came walking up the street from a car park on Grafton Street. Maddy had been silent the entire time in the car except to sniff and quietly cry now and then. Somehow, she'd ended up with a handful of tissues that by now were rather soggy. Maddy and I got out, and Margo escorted us into a posh high-end law office. She told us, "David Balfour is a general practice lawyer for this firm and a friend of mine. I've arranged for him to take the deposition." Maddy nodded reluctantly. We followed a receptionist to a small conference room. A minute later a tall, lanky man with an unkempt mop of salt-and-pepper hair came into the room. Introductions were made. David started, "Let's do our business first; I understand we'll have some chat time after that. I understand you want me to take some kind of deposition from this young ladyÓ" he gestured to Maddy. "I must tell you that if a crime has been committed I am ethically and legally bound to report the same to the authorities unless I am representing that person." Maddy looked shocked at the idea that yet another person had been brought into the scope of her crime, and that he too wanted to report her crime. Margo spoke, "I think I've anticipated that. What I hope you will do is wait and watch while this girl -- Maddy Gable -- writes out a handwritten document. You need not know what is in the document, but you do need to understand she has her faculties and is not under duress to do this. If you'd then notarize her and our signatures on each page and seal the document for permanent filing, we will be done. Should we ever need the document, we can reclaim it from your firm's archives. Does that work for you.?" David smiled at Margo and nodded his assent. I thought how clever Margo turned out to be about this. Her suggestion gave David deniability, yet recorded and left the confession to blackmail in a safe place. David went out and came back to the room with a sheaf of A4 paper and a pen. On the bottom of each page was space for signatures and witnesses to sign. Margo started Maddy writing; suggesting she describe her entire interaction and motivation starting with 'events' in Oklahoma. She said, "Please also include the details relating to your birthday and the 'official' time you turned eighteen, and then the time you interacted with Mr. Mellon." As Maddy started writing on the large table in pinched but perfectly formed letter. Margo made more formal introductions between David and me. She gave us a few bridge lines, and we off chatting about his law practice, his favorite hobby of sculling on the Thames River, and my movies and singing career, and my somewhat famous motorcycle ride across America. I watched as David carefully read some of what Maddy wrote about albeit upside down. When I caught him one time, he winked at me. Maddy used eight pages in small pinched writing to record her misdeeds against me. Margo read through the pages, and I watched her whisper a few words to Maddy, who in turn wrote out another half-page of prose. Margo collected the pages, had Maddy number them '1 of 8,' '2 of 8,' and so on, and then passed them to me to read. I thought her description of the situation was not only accurate and complete, but also indicting should they ever fall into the wrong hands. David took Maddy's document and said, "Each of you sign as witnesses, although if I understand the situation Jim's signature may ultimately be negated because he is involved in the situation." I realized in that statement just how much of Maddy's document David had been able to read upside down. There had been no mention of my involvement with Maddy up to that point. Neither Margo nor Maddy picked up on the discrepancy. Maddy, Margo, and I signed at the bottom of each page. David then covered the prose Maddy had written and witnessed all the signatures, adding his stamp and seal, as well his attesting that all present were of sound mind and not under duress. He put the pages in an envelope and, as Maddy had done, placed a wax seal over the flap. The envelope had 'do not open' instructions on it with David's signature. We expressed our thanks, and then left to race through a light rain to the car park. Margo drove us up Finchley Road to Swiss Cottage. She dropped Maddy at her door. Maddy apologized again and promised she'd never do anything like this again. I believed her. Margo said she would follow up with Maddy in a few days. "I think the girl needs some therapy, particularly about her relationship with her parents and her wild thinking. I'm going to coax her into seeing a psychiatrist I know that could really help her sort things out." I nodded my agreement with her idea. We rode along for a bit in bumper to bumper traffic. Margo said, "It's getting to be dinner time, are you up for an early bite?" I nodded, and Margo headed back into London center, describing a Thai restaurant that looked out over Berkeley Square. Thirty minutes later, a valet had taken Margo's Mini, and we were seated enjoying a glass of wine. In our conversation, we disposed of the problem with Maddy, and then Margo got me talking about my road trip across America. "I got the feeling you touched only on part of the trip with David -- the high points." I gave the travelogue version of the trip. Margo had been to the States often enough that she knew or had even visited some of the places. About halfway through dinner, Margo gave me a licentious grin and asked, "OK, now skip the travelogue. Tell me about the women you met on your trip. I can't believe Oklahoma was the only place you found companionship. Please tell me a 'real' story -- a sexy one from a sexy man." I smiled back at her, and started, "Well, I have this friend in Pennsylvania I visited on my road trip, and he lives in an open marriage with three women ..." To be continued Crystal Clear Ch. 16 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia live together. Jim finished his first movie, enjoyed several orgies with his leading lady and rescued her when she got kidnapped in Nicaragua to great media acclaim. Later, the press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during the road trip, but Crystal and Jim managed the news, revealed the truth, and the story faded away quickly. In the course of the baby story, the pair met Edie, the sexy reporter who deduced Jim's parenthood, and they bring her back to Nashville for further loving romps before they leave on a concert tour. Billy, their bandleader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being a high-end escort even sharing some details. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. During a concert in London, Jim receives a blackmail note. He hires a private detective to help search for the culprit, and hence meets Margo. The musical and movie entourage moves to Paris for the next concert and movie premieres. Ultimately, Jim and Margo fly back to London, joining the Mile High Club en route, confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat to Jim. Crystal Clear Ch. 16 "So, in a way you propagated the term 'slut'and made the night out to be a bad experience. Tell me about that night in a positive way, a way you'd be proud to tell anyone about." Caroline thought for a moment, "Well, it would have been a great party after our debutante's ball. It would have been fun and everyone would have had a good time and felt good about themselves. I had several orgasms that brought pleasure to me -- many even, and I felt thrilled and excited about all the sex, more so than any sexual experience in my life -- well, except for tonight with you two. Some of the boys I wanted a relationship with were there and we fucked, and what better way to start a relationship than a lovely fuck with them; one boy in specifically took a shine to me, and we dated after that event. He was very nice and didn't push me to have sex with him, although I wanted to make love and so we did. I don't think we would have gone out otherwise. So, I guess you want me to say, all in all it was a fabulous experience." She looked at me with questioning eyes. I said, "So, you were sexual, loving, understanding, and developed a new level of tolerance for others and for yourself? Can you forgive yourself for feeling poorly about the event, and from now on remember the experience more as you just told me -- in a positive way?" "I guess I could. I'll have to work on it." "When you can't erase the past, learn from it, and put a positive spin on it for yourself. Don't beat yourself up over it. The past is past; don't let it haunt you. You went to that party for a reason that seemed good at the time and you knew what would happen. Afterwards you decided you didn't like it. Perhaps the Universe presented some new learning experience to you in an unusual way. Roll with it. Change it around so that you relished the experience and you wished it had never ended." Caroline said, "Part of me did feel that way. I glowed sexually afterwards. I was conflicted." Caroline turned onto her hands and knees so she could kiss me better. Her breasts swayed beneath her body, and I reached up and cupped one of them, teasing her nipple back to an excited state as we kissed. Marge reached across me to Caroline's sodden cunt, and ran two fingers inside the girl; Caroline moaned into our French kiss. I asked, "Caroline, how will you end up feeling about tonight: wanton sex with me and Margo, our instructing you on blowjobs, and orgasm after orgasm." She smiled, "I'll never forget it. I love every second of this night. I don't want it to ever stop." Her remarks came fast and were sincere. My endurance did not let me down that night, and the girls constantly rallied to our mutual lust. The first signs of sleep only struck our bodies about four o'clock in the morning. We all slept in the huge wet spot that seemed to pervade every square inch of Margo's large bed. The room smelled wonderful -- like hot sex. Whenever I opened my eyes in the dim light, I feasted on dozing, shapely, warm, and nude female bodies cuddled against me; each would come awake slightly and nuzzle into my neck and kiss me, and I'd kiss back. Often, we'd awaken enough to make love again. Crystal Clear Ch. 16 "Nadia, I need to know something. If you could help the United States versus Russia, what would you do?" She thought about the question, "It's hard to say. Give me a situation." "You could stop people in Russia from slowing down and hurting people in the United States. Maybe for instance, help good drugs get to market faster -- all over the world." Nadia spoke without hesitation, "Then I'd help your country. I know Russia wants to hurt the United States in many ways; I guess because of the life style there. I don't approve." I spoke carefully; I didn't want to misrepresent what the situation was but I didn't want to give away too many details either, at least not at this point. "What I just described is a situation I have been asked to help with, to stop Russia from hurting worthy efforts in the U.S. I don't speak Russian, and one of the people I have to meet with inside Russia doesn't speak English, so without your help I would be at an impasse." "Oh, on that basis, I definitely help you. I do anything to help you or Crystal ... or Ellen or Claire, and the others in our circle of friends. I put all of you before everything else." "Why?" Without equivocation she said, "Because I know you all love me the way I love you. People that love each other help one another without question." I marveled at how she had so simplified things down to their bare essentials. I described a simplified situation to Nadia, telling her only that a lovely woman had some information to give to us on her iPod, and so that she still had some country music to listen to we would give her my iPod. I showed her Tanya's photograph and asked her to memorize the face because we would not have the picture after that moment. I also showed the picture to Crystal. Nadia studied Tanya's picture, even commenting on the likely region of the country she came from based on her facial bone structure and lips. When she handed the picture back to me, I put it in an ashtray on a bedside table, lit a match, and set fire to the photo. If Nadia hadn't thought about the secrecy and importance of the mission before, that single act demonstrated to her the criticality of our mission and the level of secrecy. When the flames died out, she knee-walked over to me, her breasts swaying in a most seductive way. She hugged me, almost in reassurance of her support. "Thank you, Nadia." I gave her a hug back. I turned to my other lover and said, "Crystal, let's see whether we can give Nadia couple of more orgasms." Crystal Clear Ch. 16 I fell back as the pleasure passed, and Tanya fell atop me, her breasts crushing into my chest and she kissed me again and again. I responded in kind. We remained coupled for a long time although we could both feel my juices seeping from her vagina around my cock and dripping onto my groin. I never did go completely soft. We just started to move our bodies again, and as we did I got harder and harder, until we were again in a full-scale fuck. Having come only moments before, I wasn't too sure I'd be of much utility, but that assumption proved false. I brought Tanya to a couple more climaxes, and then we shared another skyrocket, and I filled her even further with more man juice. This time in our afterglow, I knew I was done for a while. Jill surprised me by sneaking up behind Tanya and whipping my nearly flaccid cock from her pussy and cleaning me, before she lapped some of my juice from Tanya. Tanya's eyes were big as Jill lapped at her cunt, and she looked at me with the look of a very naughty young girl pleased with herself for what she was doing. She bit her lower lip and smiled at the same time. I flipped Tanya over on her back and gave her space on the sofa so Jill could operate more effectively. I knelt beside Tanya and stroked her clit between assaults by Jill. I joined Jill in eating some of Tanya's freshly fucked pussy. Jill brought a load of my cum and Tanya's juices up to Tanya's mouth and pantomimed a kiss. Tanya giggled, and shook her head 'No.' Jill made a theatrical display of swallowing the load, and then kissed Tanya. This time, Tanya did French kiss with Jill; I knew she could taste at least some of the residue of our lovemaking. I joined Tanya in watching the sex show on the other side of the room. Terry's long prong pistoned into Nadia's pussy as she lay back with Crystal's cunt in her face as Crystal and Terry kissed passionately. At that instant, Nadia fired off a 'Big O,' and Terry filled her cunt with his juice. Crystal had a sympathetic reaction and came too. The trio collapsed together in a pile of happy bodies, tongues, and sex juices. After a few minutes, Jill pulled Tanya and me to our feet, and led us into one of the bedrooms. The three of us collapsed into bed, the women on either side of me, and soon we were fast asleep. Beside me on the bedside table lay the iPod that I had to smuggle into the west in two days time. To be continued Crystal Clear Ch. 17 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia live together. Jim finished his first movie, enjoyed several orgies with his leading lady and rescued her when she got kidnapped in Nicaragua to great media acclaim. Later, the press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during the road trip, but Crystal and Jim managed the news, revealed the truth, and the story faded away quickly. In the course of the baby story, the pair met Edie, the sexy reporter who deduced Jim's parenthood, and they bring her back to Nashville for further loving romps before they leave on a concert tour. Billy, their bandleader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being a high-end escort even sharing some details. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. During a concert in London, Jim receives a blackmail note. He hires a private detective to help search for the culprit, and hence meets Margo. The musical and movie entourage moves to Paris for the next concert and movie premieres. Ultimately, Jim and Margo fly back to London, joining the Mile High Club en route, confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat to Jim. After leaving Margo and one of the suspects more than satisfied, the tour and premieres continue. In Berlin, some CIA agents ask Jim to do a special task in Moscow; swap iPods with a mole and bring the iPod with the secret data on it back to the west. Crystal Clear Ch. 17 Crystal sheepishly smiled and said, "We got side tracked. We both wanted to taste more of each other." Nadia added with a self-satisfied look, "And have more big climaxes." I looked a little put out apparently because Crystal said, "Don't worry, we'll make it up to you later." I figured I'd take her up on that promise. Jill woke up from the nap she'd been in the entire trip. She'd heard the last of the interchange. She asked, "Did I miss something?" Crystal and Nadia simultaneously said, "And how." Crystal Clear Ch. 17 Crystal Clear Ch. 18 This story is part of a stand-alone continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim finished his first movie, enjoyed several orgies with his leading lady and rescued her when she got kidnapped in Nicaragua to great media acclaim. Later, the press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during the road trip, but Crystal and Jim managed the news, revealed the truth, and the story faded away quickly. During the baby story, the pair met Edie, the sexy reporter who deduced Jim's parenthood, and they bring her back to Nashville for further loving romps before they leave on a concert tour. Billy, their bandleader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being a high-end escort even sharing some details. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. During a concert in London, Jim receives a blackmail note. He hires a private detective to help search for the culprit, and hence meets Margo. The musical and movie entourage moves to Paris for the next concert and movie premieres. Ultimately, Jim and Margo fly back to London, joining the Mile High Club en route, confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat to Jim. After leaving Margo and one of the suspects more than satisfied, the tour and premieres continue. In Berlin, some CIA agents asked Jim to do a special task in Moscow; swap iPods with a mole and bring the iPod with the secret data on it back to the west. He succeeds and receives a highly sex-filled thanks from the female CIA agent. Crystal Clear Ch. 18 The fact that I had heard something and formed a thought about that fact meant the shot had not detonated the device. Daniel said, "One wire is severed." As Daniel started to stand, I reached down, quickly zipped up the side of the bag to contain the bomb, lifted the device with a wince, and broke into a run down the corridor for the door. Daniel ran faster than I did, as did one of the policemen directed us to the outside door. I carried the thirty-pound bomb, clutching the backpack to my chest as I ran. It made me unsteady, and by now I knew there couldn't have been any other switch in the bag that would detonate the device if the bag were disturbed. Daniel held the door for me, as we hit the cool night air. I heard the last verse of Crystal's song start in the distance – that meant I had only two or three minutes to get this thing far away from the stadium. I said a silent prayer of gratitude for my ability to run. Every step I took led me that much further from the people in the stadium. Every step I took meant more people would live. All those morning runs and exercise led me to this moment and the ability to take the bomb to where it could explode in relative safety. A policeman up ahead gestured to us. Daniel ran ahead of me; "Head that way," Daniel pointed to a deep drainage ditch that had probably been designed to carry rain runoff from the parking lot to the Irish Sea. We cut through some lanes of parked cars and started to run along the lip of the long trench. Daniel said, "Look!" He pointed at where the channel dipped into a large culvert – a pipe about four feet across with a coarse wire cage across the end to keep humans from entering. We ran and slid down the side of the gully into a wet bog in front of the large pipe. I rapidly said, "The bag or bomb are both too large to fit through the holes in the bars." "No, wait," Daniel yelled. He pulled out his Glock again and aimed it at the large pad lock holding the gate in place. He fired, and the lock disintegrated, the metal parts flying in all directions. I saw one graze his face, leaving a small gash. Daniel swung the large gate open, and I ran about twenty feet into the dark concrete watercourse. I set the bag down, turned and ran back to the opening. Daniel and I scrambled up the wet slope of the trench, sliding back several times before we reached the edge of the parking lot and level ground. Several others had been approaching from the same direction we came. Daniel shouted at the top of his lungs, "RUN LIKE HELL! GET AWAY FROM HERE." We both bore down in our sprint, putting one lane of cars and then a second between us and the culvert holding the bomb. Just as we sprinted into the third lane of parked vehicles the explosion hit with a HUGE force. KA-BOOM!!! I went flying forward between two parked cars because of the pressure wave from the blast. The earth shook as though the planet would crack apart. An immense cloud of debris apparently rose from the explosion in all directions, but mainly out of the open end of the culvert. Shrapnel of all kinds started to rain down upon us. I scrambled under the car I'd fallen beside. I could see Daniel squirming beneath a pickup truck one vehicle over when I looked past the undercarriage of the car I was under. A second later, a rock the size of my head smashed down where I'd fallen leaving a six-inch deep pock mark in the asphalt of the parking lot. As the shower of rocks and debris slowed and then stopped, I heard the cacophony of hundreds of car alarms triggered by the explosion – maybe thousands. When all seemed clear of falling debris, I slithered out from under the car. My ears ached from the sound of the blast. I found I had a bloody nose, and a gash on my forehead, most likely from my fall. My arms and legs ached. My ears were ringing from the sound wave of the blast. One hand was bloody and badly ached from a severe bruise. About sixty cars that had been nearest the blast had been turned over or tossed about into the next aisle. I could see the edge of a crater between the first and second row of vehicles. Every vehicle within sight had serious damage. Many other autos had shattered windshields and side windows. The cars in the second row nearest the bomb lay at odd angles; several were upside down or flipped over, and at least a dozen had been flung onto their sides by the force of the blast. As far as the eye could see cars were covered in dirt and rocks of varying sizes – some as large as a living room chair. I walked to the edge of the crater. Where the culvert containing the bomb had been A crater in the earth about thirty feet deep and about a hundred feet across sat smoldering from the heat of the blast. There had been at least six feet of dirt and paved parking lot atop the culvert; across the crater, it had all been blown into the sky and rained down on the cars. Any trace of the ditch, iron gate, or concrete pipe had been obliterated. The crater continued to smoke like an angry volcano on all sides as I turned to find Daniel. As I headed to where Daniel had been, he popped up between two cars. He looked stunned and in shock; he had a strange look on his face. His left arm had been ripped open by some piece of debris; blood gushed from just below his bicep. I whipped off the bandana I'd been wearing as a 'western prop' for the music show, and he allowed me to tie the scarf tightly around his upper arm as a tourniquet. I said to him, "Let's get you to a doctor. Come on. Can you walk?" He looked at me and haltingly said, "You don't look too good yourself. Better than me, though." Daniel walked gingerly next to me trying to immobilize his arm as we threaded our way between cars and headed to the stadium. The stadium looked undamaged, but I could see that some smaller rocks and debris had been hurled at least that far. Amazingly, one car had been hurled so it lay crumpled beside the door from the stadium we had exited. In the distance, I heard the emergency sirens – the klaxons – of dozens of emergency vehicles racing to the scene. Daniel stumbled, and I brought my arm under him to support him. At that instant, a camera flash went off; there stood the same paparazzi photographer who had been taking pictures of me working on the bomb. He also had some scrapes and bruises, and blood running down his face from a scalp laceration; he must have been in the parking lot when the bomb detonated. The newsman let his camera swing down to his side; he came to us at a run, "How can I help?" He moved to support Daniel's other side. Crystal Clear Ch. 18 After dinner, we 'retired' early. Terry, Jill, and Nadia paired off, leaving Crystal, Nancy, and me to the large bed. Nancy proved highly innovative about how we could make love, and after we got started Crystal and I got in the groove with her ... well, I got into her groove actually. I'd gone to shower after dinner, and when I came out of the bath I discovered Nancy nude and lying back on a pile of pillows. Between her legs lay an equally naked Crystal whose head bobbed and twisted as her tongue stormed about in Nancy's gorgeous red hot sexual center. I guess Crystal must have sensed my presence because without looking she said to me, "Yummy. You should have told me that Nancy was this sweet. I could dine here all day ... but tonight this is the perfect dessert." She bore back in with her tongue, and I watched Nancy stiffen in erotic response to the feminine assault. Nancy had a silly glassy-eyed look on her face. She made eye contact with me, "Do you know your girlfriend has the most talented tongue of anyone I know – well, except maybe for you. She can ... oh, shit, here I go ... aaaaagggaaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnnn." Nancy's eyes closed, and her body thrashed around as she tried to maximize clitoral contact with Crystal's tongue. I lay down beside Crystal. She pulled away briefly, and French kissed me; I could taste Nancy as we loved. Crystal said with a lecherous smile, "Want to help?" I nodded. Crystal went back to licking, so I moved one hand under her chin and slowly inserted a couple of fingers into Nancy's dripping quim. Nancy had another mini-orgasm from the way her body reacted and the moan of pleasure we heard. Crystal let me move my hand around until I found Nancy's G-spot, an area deep inside and anatomically behind her clitoris. As I started to massage the area with my fingertips, Crystal went back to gnawing and munching around the immediate area. A couple of Crystal's fingers also joined mine inside the brunette. "Oh, fuck, you guys are ... are ... can't someone come and fuck me. That's what I need, a big hard cock right now ... deep inside me ... Ooooooooh, fuck." Crystal nudged me. I jerked my fingers from Nancy's soggy pussy, and Crystal moved to the side slightly. I knee walked between Nancy's legs and used my hardening cock to smear her wetness plus the juices left by Crystal's attention around her nether region. Occasionally, I'd let only the head slip into the opening of her vagina. Nancy would writhe and try to capture more of me. Eventually, I gave into her longing as well as my own, and our dance of love started. Crystal massaged Nancy's upper body and breasts, and often kissed her. The pair was forming a bond deeper than the casual friendship brought about from our Russian adventure. I heard Nancy invite Crystal "to place your pussy over my face, pleeeeeaaassseee." Crystal tossed some pillows off the bed to make more room, and then lowered her own quaking slit slowly onto Nancy's tongue – her eyes closed and a look of rapture crossed Crystal's face. When she opened her eyes, we stared at each other, and then kissed and whispered, "I love you" to one another. As Nancy ate Crystal's gushing box, Crystal used one hand to massage Nancy's clit right above where my cock pistoned in and out of her body. With her arms reaching up to Crystal's erect nipples, Nancy started to cum every minute or so. Crystal fired off a few times too. The only sound soon became our gasps for air, our sighs of pleasure, and the rhythmic slap of my body against Nancy's quim. I filled Nancy when I came, so much the overflow oozed out and created a large wet spot on the bed I'd have to face later. I cradled Nancy and Crystal to me during our afterglows. Later that night, Nancy orchestrated a swap so she could be with Terry and Nadia, as Jill joined Crystal and me. Things worked out extremely well for us. Crystal and I stayed in Dublin a week longer than expected; Nadia and the band flew home to Nashville the next day. Jill flew back to LA after the movie premiere. During the unplanned week, I got interviewed extensively by the police, we did two more press conferences, we did the premiere of Crystal's movie, and Crystal and I attended the funerals of the two policemen who had been killed in the explosion and visited the injured in hospital. Nancy took some accumulated leave, and she, Crystal, and I managed to cement our relationships with each other rather firmly several times each day with the echo of sweet, sweaty flesh pounding around our bedroom. The three of us went on long runs each day so we stayed in shape for our other physical activities. To be continued. Crystal Clear Ch. 19 This story is part of a stand-alone continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. George and Summer Ellis, characters in this chapter were introduced in Road Trip – Ohio. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim gets into country music, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with his leading lady),and becomes a hero several time to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip, but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Billy, their bandleader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort girl. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. During a concert in London, Jim receives a blackmail note. He hires a private detective to help search for the culprit, and hence meets Margo. On a flight to London, Jim and Margo joined the Mile High Club, and later confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat to Jim. After leaving Margo and Caroline – one of the suspects, Jim continues his European tour. In Berlin, CIA agents asked Jim to do a special task in Moscow and bring back secret data to the west. He succeeds and receives highly sex-filled thanks from the female CIA agent. After Moscow, the entourage move to Dublin, where Jim discovers a bomb in the concert stadium, and at great personal risk saves the day by carrying the bomb to a place to limit damage. His 'Mellon Girls' reward him in an appropriate manner. Crystal Clear Ch. 19 "A long slow dance song got played by the band, and couples pushed together really tightly and start to dance. There were many bare boobs against bare and manly chests. I saw one after another girl take rest of her clothes off until many are dancing totally naked; and their dates were also naked by this time. As slow dance went on, I could see in the crazy lights in the room that many girls trap the men's penises between their legs. Couples then just sway back and forth as though they are fucking." Ellen urged, "Faster. Talk faster." We were all forgiving of Nadia's small slips of grammar or word usage so long as she just kept telling the story. As she talked, I could feel my own rod start to swell. Across the room, I saw Terry adjust himself; as a result, Claire poked him in jest and then reached lower and rubbed his lump. Nadia smiled and kept on at her own pace, "Sean and I danced, except he is taller so I just trap his cock against my tummy and rub back and forth. He groaned a lot as I do this. Some couples go off, upstairs or to dark corners to make love. The whole nature of the party changed." She said, "About this time, I felt another tall man behind me dancing in time to me and Sean. Sean introduced us; he say, 'Nadia, this is my roommate Jon; he wants to dance with you too.' I just nod in agreement, and then I feel Jon move close to me – up tight; his hands on my bare ass for a bit, and then his nude body pushing against my back. He was naked and I could feel his cock against my back. I became a sandwich between two handsome naked and horny men. I loved this. Their hands are all over me, and fingers start to push into my holes. I kiss Sean a lot, and he encouraged me to kiss Jon too; soon, we have a building passion to make love – the three of us." Sean said, "Let's go upstairs again. We collected our sheets, and went back to his room: Sean, Jon, and me. He put the sock back on the doorknob again. Jon carefully removed my loincloth, and as we lay down, Sean and Jon both started eating my pussy by taking turns. But then, I often felt two tongues at the same time, and often many fingers from different men in my vagina even at the same time. I soared in sexual heaven – you know how I can get." Crystal reached over and started to massage my cock through my pants. I'd gotten to a '7' listening to Nadia, but Crystal got me up to a '8' on my hardness scale before she seemed content to just keep me there. My jeans were suddenly very tight. Nadia continued, "After a little time, Jon comes up and makes oral love to my breasts and he kissed me a lot. I kissed back hard with a lot of French kisses. Jon and Sean kissed me a lot, and we all liked kissing. We had a lot of passion between us. I felt Sean spread my legs, and then I felt his cock probing around looking for my hole. I helped guide him inside me, and our fucking began. As he fucked me, I suggested to Jon that he put his dick in my mouth so I can suck him and lick his love stick. He tells me he has died and has gone to heaven; he gave me his cock, I sucked on him, and pretty soon we are all in great harmony." "After five minutes, I ask that the men change places, because I wanted to taste Sean and feel Jon inside me. Jon is excited about that idea, so he started to fuck me as I started to suck and lick Sean. About that time, there was a knock on the door, and we heard a 'brother' ask if he and his girlfriend could come in. Apparently, there was no place else in the house that was unoccupied; there were many people at the party. Sean looked at me, and I shrugged and said, 'OK,' so Sean says, come on in. A nude girl from one of my classes – Julie – and a naked guy came in with another sleeping bag. They apologized for the interruption, but explained that they had to work off some hormones. We all laughed." "What then?" Crystal asked. She tightened her hand around my cock. Nadia said, "Well, Julie and Doug, this other guy's name, started fucking right next to the three of us. It was very erotic. Sometimes, Julie and I bounced atop our men, and I might be sucking on one of them. At one point, we were like that, Julie mounted over Doug, and me over Jon, and Sean is standing between me the other couple and I was sucking on his cock as I rotated my hips on Jon's cock. Julie tapped Sean on his butt, and said 'Turn around, I want some of that too.' So Sean turned, and Julie started sucking on him. Next I know, Doug came and fucked me, and Jon and Sean started doing Julie. We switched back and forth a few times in various combinations of men and women. Julie and I had lots of orgasms; sometimes I rubbed her clitoris as she fucked someone next to me, and I could reach her; or she returned the favor and rubbed my clit. It was very nice sensation, just like you do to me." She'd turned to Crystal when she made her last comment. "Holy shit," I muttered thinking of all the sexual fun Nadia had enjoyed at this party. She'd found her own orgy. Nadia went on, "Finally, everybody has orgasms ... very nice ones. The men wanted to cum on our faces, so Julie and I kneeled down and let them. I then taught Julie how to lick the cum off me and swallow. She tried it and liked it. I don't think any of men went soft watching us. We were pretty erotic. We did what Julie called snowballing, where we swapped the cum back and forth; we put on a show for the men." She paused, "You know, we have done this with you Jim – with your semen – Crystal and me, oh, and Jill and that Nancy in Dublin." "After that the men are still recovering, so Julie and I got into a sixty-nine position. We were really into it trying to give each other pleasure and more orgasms. I found I was better at it than she was, but she learned really fast. I tell her what to do to please me too. Anyway, when we stopped there are eight more people in the room – four couples. I recognize a couple of the new girls from my classes – Liz and Kelly. Everyone applauds us, and Julie and I both blushed." "I was only slightly embarrassed because all eight people are naked, and three of the new couples were fucking slowly with the girl leaning a little forward and the men taking them from the back. I pulled Julie to her feet with me, and we start kissing. Sean slid into my cunt again, and Jon slid into Julie's pussy as Doug urged her on. Pretty soon, all the girls have formed a circle with the men behind them; Doug would have been an extra but he got in the outside circle of guys." Nadia smiled towards heaven at the experience she was about to describe; "So, the six women locked arms around each other's shoulders, formed a circle, and leaned inwards with our asses stuck out. The men circled behind us and each of the seven men took about thirty seconds worth of strokes into our pussies before the men rotated to the next girl. We were laughing, but it was very sexy, and I kept cuming – all the girls did. I was between Julie and Kelly, so we kissed back and forth between us, and the guys told us these kisses were a big turn on for them, but I knew that from being with all of you." "One guy came in Liz's pussy, so he dropped out. His girlfriend pulled him in front of her so she could suck him clean. She is very good at cleaning and giving a blowjob; I learn something I must show you later. Soon after, another guy blasted his cum into one of the other girls that was also not his date, and he dropped off to watch and urge us on. His date cleaned him up too, and then we each take a lick of his nice cock." "Sean then left a deposit in me, so he dropped out, and I polished his rod with my mouth, even making him partially hard again. Doug almost immediately came in Kelly's quim, and then Liz got another load from another guy. The three guys left were in pussy heaven. They make it around the circle of women twice before Jon filled Julie's pussy – something I think he really wanted to do. After that, the girls who have cum running down their legs drop out of the circle to clean up a little, but everyone is very happy. This leaves two guys and two girls; they lie down on the sleeping bags and really went at it; neither was with their date. After a couple of minutes, everyone had cum or had cum inside them. Oh, that night was just so sexy. Now I've gotten all wet just thinking about it again." Ellen asked, "Was that the end of the evening? It sounds like a grand crescendo." Nadia smiled, "Oh, no, we all went and got beers and then sat around nude in the fraternity living room for a while. When the guys recovered, we went back upstairs and did things again, only this time lying down and taking longer with each person. We had Jon and one couple drop out, but two new ones joined us who had been in the living room listening to us talk about what we did. I had never had so many different cocks in me in such a short period of time; it was wonderful and so much fun." Claire asked, "Are you going back?" Nadia wrinkled up her nose and grinned, "Yeah, probably, but with everyone home here I don't feel the need to trim my horns on campus as much. I won't be as horny as I was – poor Sean is probably going to suffer. I like doing all these things with you best of all – and I mean all of you. You're my new family, and I love you." Nadia's sincerity touched each of us. As an after thought, Crystal said nonchalantly, "Maybe we should have a party here someday, and invite some of your college friends; they sound like fun. I have fond memories of some fraternity parties too, although not quite as ... fulfilling, as yours, so to speak." Crystal Clear Ch. 19 One of the nurses had been hovering around Summer's nether region. She announced to the room, "She's ten centimeters. Pretty soon now. She's all shaved." Summer's complexion was flushed and blotchy, and she'd clearly been pushing and trying to rid her body of the baby. I could only sympathize. She smiled as the pain passed, "I am so glad you're here. I wanted you so badly to see this ... I mean this is ours ... all three of us." She reached out with her right hand and grabbed George's hand, and with her left hand grabbed my hand. She had tears of joy and pain simultaneously running down her face. I saw a wet washcloth on a stand beside the bed; I picked it up and started to wipe down Summer's face. She closed her eyes and relished the attention. A nurse handed me a paper cup full of ice chips and a spoon. "Here; you can give her some of these. It'll help cool her down a little and ease the pain." I asked, "Are you on anything?" Summer grimaced and said, "Nothing between me and the pain. Just you guys." Her eyes got big and she said, "Oh, fuck, here comes another one." Summer threw her head back and grimaced in agony as another labor pain swept through her body. I had seen the nurse massage the baby bump that now made up most of her lower body. I took over as her legs tensed and pushed into the stirrups on the end of the table. I rubbed for all I was worth, even feeling the ripples of the abdominal and uterine muscles as I did. As the pain passed and Summer squinted at me, I fed her a few of the ice chips. She gobbled them down as fast I could feed them too her, at least until the nurse said to go a little slow on intake otherwise she'd just vomit. Summer gave me a grimaced grin. She said, "I can actually feel my pelvic bone separating – pulling apart when one of those pains rips through me. I think I'm really close." She sobbed, "Oh, God, I'm so glad George and you are here with me." The obstetrician looked up from his seat in front of Summer's vagina and said, "She's right. The bones have moved, and the baby is crowning. You can come look if you want." I nodded to George to go first. He walked behind the doctor and looked over his shoulder. He then gestured me to that viewpoint. I moved next to the doctor, and sure enough Summer's vagina was stretched tight almost to the tearing point, but where there might have been a dark opening I could see the top of the baby's head – a red, slightly hairy, blotch of skin I knew to be the crown of the baby's head. I reached forward with my right hand and gently touched the baby. Oh, my God, I had just touched my child while it remained in its mother's womb. Tears started to roll down my cheeks I was so touched. I looked at Summer and she gave me a wan smile. She reached out her hand to me, and I moved back to her side. She squeezed me tightly until her knuckles turned white. The doctor talked to Summer, instructing her about how when the next labor pain hit to push down, to bare down, and to use all her muscles to push the baby from her womb. I poured some of the melted water from the cup of ice into the washcloth and wiped down Summer's forehead with the coldness. She gave me a look of thanks. And then, the next pain hit hard. Summer's grip on my hand almost crushed my bones it was so intense. I could see George shared the same experience. She pushed much longer than before, her hips even rotating up towards the doctor slightly. I heard the doctor urging her on, "Keep pushing, Summer. Harder. More. Harder." I could see his hands working around her vagina. I watched as he used a pair of surgical scissors to cut part of the skin so it wouldn't tear around the opening. I could see Summer's blood on his gloves. Summer hadn't even flinched at the incision. Suddenly, I saw the doctor scramble. He announced with enthusiasm, "I have the head Summer, you can back off for a minute. This is going like a textbook delivery." I put more ice in the washcloth, and let Summer suck on it. She had her eyes closed and had turned beet red. She had only one mission in life in these moments – to complete the birth process. I peeked over Summer's legs, and there in all its splendor was a baby's head fully exposed to its new environment. The doctor was rapidly suctioning the baby's mouth with some little squeegee device. I felt Summer's grip tighten on my hand again; this time I was ready. She pushed hard and the doctor coached her some more. Summer groaned and grunts, followed by a long terrifying wail that could have been heard miles away. The doctor loudly said, "She's out. I have her. The baby's here, and she looks just fine – a nice healthy baby girl." Summer's eyes fluttered open, and she saw her baby for the first time. She'd felt this life inside her for months, had been its home and sustenance, and now she'd become it's mother for the rest of her life. I cried. George was crying tears of joy too. Now, Summer was smiling with joy. I watched as clamps were put on the umbilical cord and that line of life cut between mother and infant. A nurse took the baby away momentarily to a separate table in a sterile wash and wrap. Summer followed her newborn with her eyes. A lesser pain for Summer pushed out the placenta as a nurse massaged her abdomen; the doctor caught the bloody mass in a surgical pan, and I watched him examine the gory mass. He said to me, "I have to be sure the placenta is all here; once in a while part of it will stay behind and we have to fish it out, but this one looks complete." A nurse took the pan away. The second nurse presented the doctor with a suture kit, and he immediately started to repair the bloody episiotomy he'd done only minutes earlier. Again, Summer seemed oblivious to any pain. After he'd finished, I watched as the doctor pushed and held down on Summer's uterus from her abdomen. He stood there unmoving for a couple of minutes. George and I both looked concerned. He explained, "She's bleeding a little internally and this pressure will help stop the leakage. It's normal." The nurse brought the baby back to Summer; it had been cleaned and now looked bright pink and had a little pink beanie on her head. I could see where the umbilical cord had been tied closer to the baby's skin and tied off with dark surgical thread. Summer took the baby with a huge smile on her face. The nurse pulled aside Summer's sweat-soaked hospital gown and exposed her breasts. Summer suckled the baby to her chest, and the baby started to go through some tentative motions to find a teat. Summer guided one of her erect nipples to the baby's mouth. The nurse explained, "You probably remember this from your first, but it may take a day or so for them to learn where to look for their next meal, in the meantime you'll start to lactate full tilt. This babe looks perfect. She's nineteen inches long, and weighs in at seven pounds, eight ounces – that's a healthy weight too; and look at that beautiful brown hair she already has." The nurse pulled off the little cap for a moment to display the baby's scalp and ultra-fine hair. Summer twirled the microscopically thin hair in one finger right at the spot where I'd touched the baby while it had still been inside Summer's birth canal. The doctor jovially asked, "Does this one have a name yet?" Summer said proudly, "Oh, yes. Crystal Lee Edith Ellis." I hadn't heard the name before; I'd never thought to ask. I sobbed again and started crying so hard I couldn't see for a long time. I felt Summer squeeze my hand in love through my teary blindness. Crystal Clear Ch. 20 This story is part of a stand-alone continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). George and Summer Ellis plus Edie, characters in this and earlier chapters were introduced in Road Trip -- Ohio. You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim gets into country music, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip, but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Billy, their band leader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort girl. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. During a concert in London, Jim receives a blackmail note. He hires a private detective to help search for the culprit, and hence meets Margo. On a flight to London, Jim and Margo joined the Mile High Club, and later confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat to Jim. After leaving Margo and Caroline -- one of the suspects, Jim continues his European tour. In Berlin, CIA agents asked Jim to do a special task in Moscow and bring back secret data to the west. He succeeds and receives highly sex-filled thanks from the female CIA agent. After Moscow, the entourage move to Dublin, where Jim discovers a bomb in the concert stadium, and at great personal risk saves the day by carrying the bomb to a place to limit damage. His 'Mellon Girls' reward him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listen to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and then he heads to Ohio to be at the birth of his second child. Crystal Clear Ch. 20 I did not hold back. I warned Summer only briefly, with one short phrase, "I'm there -- I'm cumming." Summer wrapped the lower part of my cock with her long blond hair, and then recaptured the head in her mouth. I spouted off into her mouth, and she swallowed as fast as my body erupted upwards into her face. She pulled away partway through my surges, allowing some of my cum to blast across her face; the overage dripped down from her mouth and face into her hair. When I stopped she rose, unwrapping her long hair now sticky with my white juices from around my cock. "My that was fun. I don't get to do that with you usually. I have the best hair conditioner in the world right now." She grinned at me. Summer was naked from the waist up; she wore white cotton underwear and I could tell she wore a large sanitary pad in the crotch of the underwear. She followed my eyes. "I'll be good to go in about three weeks according to the doctor. I hope you come back and help me rechristen the 'love boat.' In fact, I'm counting on it." I looked around. "It's still early isn't it? Are we the only ones up?" Summer said, "I woke up and had to make love to you before you left. I asked Edie to go wake up George with some hot sex. I suspect they're at it right now." I shook my head, "I love sex, and I love naughty sex like this -- swapping partners and wives and even body fluids. Good sex is wet, sticky, and passionate -- the more the better." Summer moved up so we could kiss. I could taste my own muskiness on her tongue as we Frenched. In a deep, husky voice, she said, "I love wet; I love sticky; and I love passionate -- especially when you're involved." She cuddled into my arms, and let me hold her while I told her how much I loved her and how special I thought she was for having our second child. Eventually, I asked her the question I'd thought of the evening before. "Summer, as you, George, and Edie form this love nest with the kids, what are your neighbors going to think? Will they run you out of town? What about your jobs?" Summer chuckled, "Don't worry." She started to point in various directions from my bed, "They not married but have lived together for ten years; they're swingers; they won't care at all; he's single but dates a lot; that house has a single mom and she'd love to be in this situation; and they swing with the other couple I mentioned. This is just a normal American neighborhood -- hot and horny from sun up to midnight." After a pause, she added, "Seriously, I don't think anyone will say much or care. A few will find it interesting that what looked like the most conservative couple on the street now has a 'M-F-F' arrangement, but much that luggage all got dropped when the news broke about you fathering Little Jim with me. All that's pretty much taken for granted, and they all know Little Crystal is yours too, so it's no big deal." I said, "I'm glad. I'd hate to see you ostracized in some way over any of this, or worse yet have jobs or business lost." Summer smiled, "George's business increased when the news broke about him asking you to impregnate me with Little Jim. People wanted to see the wounded vet and see what a guy that thought that way would look like and how he'd act. He's held onto much of that new business too. As for my job at the library, up until I had to stop working I'd get some people staring at me, but not one person ever said a derogatory remark. One or two said things like; 'I wish I had your courage.'" "Good." We heard a toilet flush downstairs. Summer said, "Oh, they're up and about. Come down and we'll fix breakfast, or rather today I'll let Edie fix breakfast while I sit in that big chair and heal my insides and stitches." She rose, but before she left the room she allowed me to wrap my arms around her and hold her to me. I loved feeling her engorged breasts against my body. When we separated, she laughed, and pointed to where some of her mother's milk had expressed onto my chest. I quickly captured the few drops with one finger and tasted the nurturing juice. Summer said, "When you come back, I'll have more of that for you. Right now, the milk is just starting to flood into my breasts. Aren't they beautifully full." She held each of her globes up to me, and I kissed each one. Crystal Clear Ch. 20 I thought about what hadn't changed: the shape of her body, height, eye color -- but contact lenses could handle that, tone of voice, and speech patterns. Even the identifying mole near her mons could be covered with makeup should the occasion arise. I asked, "What about the escort side of your business. We didn't talk about that last night. Do you think there are people from that side of things that might 'out' you in some way?" Claire thought, wrinkling her nose again, "I doubt it. I've been intimate with all of you, and if you couldn't spot me, then I'm assuming none of them will." Terry said, "Then I guess congratulations are in order to you, Crystal, and Jim. You and Barry Peters who I'm sure you remember from Pressure Limit are the lead actors in Downslope. I'll handle the Sony thing for you Claire; they might want to talk to you, but I doubt it; I know they've had other actresses and actors with an adult film background. Tina Devoe, whom you know, is my main contact point there, plus I know Jill Danes will put in the good word for you. I know they'll smooth the road for your re-entry in show business -- this time on the 'legitimate' side of things." At that point, Dan perked up and asked, "Hey, what's the title of tonight's movie?" He had a lascivious gleam in his eye. Claire laughed and said, "Your pick of Loving Angels or Sensational Swingers; they're both highly rated and will make you horny as all hell. Oh, and, I have more upstairs when we run out of these." To be continued Crystal Clear Ch. 21 This story is part of a stand-alone continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim gets into country music, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip, but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Billy, their band leader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort girl. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. During a concert in London, Jim receives a blackmail note. He hires a private detective to help search for the culprit, and hence meets Margo. On a flight to London, Jim and Margo joined the Mile High Club, and later confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat to Jim. After leaving Margo and Caroline – one of the suspects, Jim continues his European tour. In Berlin, CIA agents asked Jim to do a special task in Moscow and bring back secret data to the west. He succeeds and receives highly sex-filled thanks from the female CIA agent. After Moscow, the entourage move to Dublin, where Jim discovers a bomb in the concert stadium, and at great personal risk saves the day by carrying the bomb to a place to limit damage. His 'Mellon Girls' reward him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listen to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and then he heads to Ohio to be at the birth of his second child and to reconnect with Edie. A new movie opportunity arises, and everyone starts to work hard. Crystal Clear Ch. 21 Crystal pleaded, "Ooooooh, Nadiaaaaaa, pleeeease doooon't tuuuurn ooooooff the maaaachine. Make it gooooooooooo faster." She's pause briefly, and yelled, "OH, FUCK." Claire had tried a Sybian before. I heard her telling Nadia, "After a while, your body just can't take any more pleasure. It starts to shut down. Be ready to catch her; don't let her fall off. She's already gone longer than Ellen." As Claire had predicted, after several more screams and probably an increase to near maximum on the vibrational scale of the machine, Crystal's eyes rolled up in her head after a particularly hard orgasm that shook the entire house. Crystal's body slumped forward in a dead faint. Nadia quickly stopped the machine, and moved to Crystal's side, leaving Dan's cock wet with her juices and swaying in the breeze. Dan and Claire moved to help too, and the pair lay Crystal down on the large bed beside Claire. The three of them lavished kisses all over Crystal's body as she started to revive from her near loss of consciousness. After Claire made sure she was comfortable and doing all right, Claire mounted the Sybian; she turned to Nadia, "Low vibes first, please. I need to warm up. Plus, when I did this, our version didn't have the rotating penis on it; this should be good." Crystal barely moved but rolled over to Terry, "Come here with that erection. I need that inside me now more than ever before. Fuck me." The fact that he'd been balls deep in Claire's pussy a minute earlier didn't bother her at all. Terry knew enough to be gentle with her body after the raking pleasure it had just endured. I watched as the pair kissed tenderly, and then I could see Crystal urge him to go faster and harder into her quim. Our focus shifted to Claire. She sat atop the device looking a little unsure of herself as Nadia cranked up the pleasure, as we became aware of the machine's hum, Claire's eyes closed and one hand locked onto the small handle right in front of her pussy as though she was about to ride a bronco bull. Claire's other hand rubbed her mons and clit furiously when she allowed her body to lift slightly above the business part of the machine, but then she'd find that inadequate to her needs and rotate her hips down again so her cunt and clit were in solid contact with the vibrational part of the Sybian. Nadia and Dan had gone back to fucking doggie style beside the device, but in a position that let both of them watch Claire's gorgeous body. Nadia had a maniacal look on her face as she slowly increased the vibrations and the rate of rotation of the fake cock that Claire sat astride. The faster and higher the frequencies, the further back Claire's back arched, and the more she moaned and shrieked in continuous pleasure of orgasm after orgasm. Ellen and I paused to watch more of the show in front of us. Ellen whispered to me, "Go and kiss Claire. Make love to her while she's up there. She needs you – you especially." She nudged me from her pussy and to Claire. I moved next to Claire and wrapped my arms around the vibrating nude girl, driving my tongue into her mouth in passion she readily matched. She moaned into my face and came harder on the next climax ... and the next ... and the next. Only then, did I realize the orgasms were peppering her body at the rate of two or three a minute. She looked at me with pleading eyes – pleading for more, and yet pleading for relief from the overkill of pleasure. Finally, Claire threw her arms around my neck and collapsed sideways into my arms, still conscious but physically unable to support her body in its heightened state of pleasure any longer. I carefully pulled a nearly inert Claire from the artificial cock and the vibrating nubs, and lay her beside Crystal and Terry on the bed. Nadia throttled down the machine. From near the headboard, Ellen urged, "Make love to her, Jim." I did. I lovingly put my cock deep inside her pussy, feeling the ripples of her still spasming cuntal muscles that gripped and vibrated my cock to close to orgasm. Now, I was the one that muttered, "Oh, fuck, Claire. You're going to make me cum really soon if you keep that up." Through clenched lips and at nearly a cry, she gasped, "I can't help it. My body is out of control." She paused and gasped out, "Oh, God, Jim, I love you so." She pulled my head into hers as she drove her cunt down hard on my cock over and over. We mutually thrust several times into each other, and then we both exploded again in some kind of ultimate orgasm, my seed bursting from my body into Claire's in a gush of white semen that soon flooded around our joined area as I pumped a generous load of cum into her. Ellen took the control from Nadia, and urged Nadia to take another 'ride.' About ten minutes later, Nadia fell from the device into Dan's arms, and soon thereafter, the pair fucked to a rapid climax as we all watched and urged the Russian vixen to new heights of pleasure and self-indulgence. I eventually pulled Ellen to join me with Claire. I made sure she was happy with the sex so far, and she assured me she'd gotten off multiple times on the Sybian and was temporarily content. The seven of us lay around the various sides of the Sybian almost as though we were surrounding some sexual idol. The women especially looked with awe at the Trojan Horse of sexual destruction that Nadia had 'smuggled' into our home. Further, none of the women wanted to remount the machine that evening, each citing the beautiful but excessive pleasure they'd experienced. We all promised to return to the Sybian the next evening for another round. Crystal summed it up for everyone, "That is one of the most fabulous machines I have ever seen. I can't imagine why they don't have one in every home and even at the malls of America – you know, stroll by, put a quarter in the machine and have an orgasm or two. I am going to have to moderate my sessions on this beast or else I'll just turn into a pile of sexual mush and just want to ride the machine and fuck all the time." I weakly commented from my prone position beneath Ellen's lithe body where our sex organs remained happily connected, "Crystal, you're already sexual mush and want to fuck all the time." Her sister hit me, albeit gently. At breakfast the next morning, we again applauded Nadia for her purchase of the Sybian. The women were over the top with the device, the guys had benefitted but worried about being replaced by automation. Crystal Clear Ch. 21 Crystal Clear Ch. 22 This story is part of a stand-alone continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read the Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim gets into country music, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip, but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Billy, their band leader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort girl. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. During a concert in London, Jim receives a blackmail note. He hires a private detective to help search for the culprit, and hence meets Margo. On a flight to London, Jim and Margo joined the Mile High Club, and later confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat to Jim. After leaving Margo and Caroline – one of the suspects, Jim continues his European tour. In Berlin, CIA agents asked Jim to do a special task in Moscow; Jim completes his mission and meets a beautiful Russian woman in the process as well as a sexy CIA agent. After Moscow, the entourage move to Dublin, where Jim discovers a bomb in the concert stadium, and at great personal risk saves the day by carrying the bomb to a place to limit damage. His 'Mellon Girls' reward him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listen to one of Nadia's sexy stories, he heads to Ohio to be at the birth of his second child, the women enjoy a new and inspiring toy, and the group heads to LA for a new movie. Crystal Clear Ch. 22 Terry sidled up to me at one point and whispered; "Where's she going to sleep? Sofa?" I shrugged. It didn't take long for the same question to pass through PJ's mind either. She looked around the three-room suite: a living room, and two bedrooms with adjoining baths that were each larger than the apartment I'd lived in with Karen. Two king-size beds sat in one bedroom; and one king sat in the other. The arrangement worked for the six of us that stayed there because we were cross-intimate with each other. PJ asked, "Who's living here now – I mean the arrangements?" I detailed, "Crystal, her sister Ellen, Claire – our friend, Terry, Dan – our publicist, and me, although I think Cindy's going to sleep over frequently too now that she's out here in LA with us." Cindy nodded agreement. PJ sort of sputtered, "It's a little cozy isn't it? I can sleep on the sofa." Before I could warn off Terry, he blurted out, "Oh, we switch around sometimes – actually quite often." PJ's mouth quivered before dropping open. All that came out was a whispered, "Oh." People started to go about their business in the suite, and I thought I'd better have a short conversation with PJ about what Terry meant about our sleeping arrangements. PJ accepted my invitation for a glass of wine. I poured one for her, and suggested we go out onto the small balcony overlooking the Pacific. I gestured for her to sit. "PJ, we are a unique and loving group of people. We have very open relationships with each other. Do you know what polyamory is? Well, we're it." She slowly said, "Poly means many, and amory has something to do with love, so the word means something like loving many. That must mean you love or make love with all the men and women in the group. I get it." "I like the guys, but we are not gay or bisexual. The women are another story; I love each of them dearly and they love each other in many ways – all ways. We have open, nonexclusive relationships." PJ counted, "So only those four women – Crystal, Ellen, Claire, and Cindy?" I felt that I had to be honest with her, "Well, no. There are some others I care deeply about as well." "You're quite a Lothario." I defensively retorted, "I hope not. A Lothario is a man who behaves selfishly and irresponsibly in his sexual relationships with women. I feel that I do neither, and so don't deserve the term." PJ smiled wantonly, "But you do make love with those women? Oh, my God, there are four of them!" "Yes, and many others." "Others? Wow! Who?" The two words came as a random challenge; I wasn't sure whether she was amazed, peeved, or what. I thought for a minute whether to allow this line of questioning, but then slowly and thoughtfully responded, "Well, there's Jill Danes, Tina, Nadia, Brite, Tanya, Caroline, Margo, Summer – how could I forget, she's the mother of my child and pregnant with another, and Edie, to name a few." PJ nearly choked on her wine, "A FEW! My God, you're a man slut." She laughed. I said, "Now THAT is a term others have used to describe my behavior. The fact is that I love women – almost all women. For whatever reason, I find the opposite sex fascinating in every dimension of mind, body, and soul. I love the way the fairer sex thinks and reasons; I love the way they look, the care they exhibit about their appearance, and every curve and crevice of their bodies; and I love their caring for others and their deeper spirituality. Further, I don't think I'm alone in the world." PJ sat back in her chair, "Do you love me?" "Yes; of course. Why wouldn't I?" As I spoke, I noted that Crystal had come to the door to the balcony, and stood listening in on our conversation. PJ thought for a moment and said cautiously, "So, you would bed me if you wanted?" "No. I wouldn't bed you 'if I wanted', as you put it, only if we 'mutually' wanted to share something together – to share a loving and hopefully beautiful sexual experience ... to share experiences on multiple levels, because, at least for me, and I hope my partners, making love is not just about the sex. It's about a union and congruence of mind, body, and spirit between two like-minded souls." PJ said, "That sounds too theoretical for me. No man can create that kind of feeling in a woman, and Lord knows I've tried for years." I said, "Talk to my partners. Ask them whether it's theoretical. I'd like to know too." PJ turned to Crystal. "Well, what's he like?" Crystal said in a matter-of-fact tone, "He's being modest. When Jim makes love to you, your entire 'Being' tingles on every emotional and spiritual level ever known to mankind or that you've ever dreamed about. He has a way of melding with his partners in a unique way that inspires every positive emotion you can think of. Sure, it's lusty and physical in the best way possible, but then it transcends the physical in some way. Being with Jim is a union of your soul with his even when you both started as just two horny humans – it moves beyond that before your first orgasm, and he does deliver the orgasms – lots of them." PJ studied Crystal to see whether she was serious. She decided she was, but said in doubting tone, "I'm going to talk to the others." She got up and went inside to the living room to see Cindy, Ellen, and Claire. PJ came back ten minutes later and rejoined Crystal and me. Crystal sat next to me in a small porch chair; we were talking about our upcoming day or two of skiing in Colorado – that was the destination she wanted. PJ walked over to my chair, bent at the waist, put both of her hands on the arms of my chair, and kissed me. I could immediately tell that she wanted a sample of the wares, so I put as much of myself into the physical kiss as I could. When it became substantial and clear it would last more than a few seconds, I extended my tongue slightly and ran it along PJ's lips. After two circuits of her lips, I gently pushed into her mouth where she sucked on me. Next I knew, PJ's tongue came into my mouth where I could suck on it and orally play. It was then that what we were doing went beyond the physical into some other realm, at least for me; I positively felt a new and deep affinity for PJ, and I knew intuitively that she felt the same emotions. I had no doubt. We parted slightly, but our tongues kept touching between us in the open air for a couple of more seconds. Another passionate kiss started, and PJ fell into my lap. We broke our kiss. She shook her head in disbelief; disbelief at her own actions and disbelief at the love, lust, and passion that erupted between the two of us in those few kisses. Suddenly, PJ looked worried; she turned to Crystal, "Ellen, Cindy, and Claire said you wouldn't mind. I hope that's true." Crystal reached over and stroked PJ's face in a tender way, "It's true. We are a loving, forgiving, and grateful group. Enjoy each other as much as you like, but don't be surprised if you end up with someone else joining you. We share too." PJ's eyebrows rose. She slowly said, "Oh, I see – I think." PJ turned to me, "Jim, I have never heard a man described the way your lovers talk about you – even in fiction." She nodded at Crystal, "Each of you has your own vocabulary to describe your relationship and experiences with Jim, but they all boil down to the words like 'soulful and romantic,' 'spiritual,' 'wonderful,' 'rare,' 'supportive and empathetic,' 'and 'transformational.' The guy I broke up with a few weeks ago I would describe as a horny, depraved, alcoholic, beer gut, male chauvinist pig. What a difference, huh?" PJ leaned into my chest and let me cradle her lithe body against mine. I made no overt attempt to do anything further with her. I thought how I'd only known her about twelve hours, yet I could feel the inner turmoil that she must be going through – remaining virtuous according to society's mores, or engaging me on some further physical or sexual level beyond the kisses we'd just shared. The conversation got cut short when Terry came to the balcony door. "Hey guys, we're hungry and thirsty. We're going to the restaurant and bar; want to join us?" He didn't blink an eye that PJ was in my lap, and I'm sure PJ noticed that acceptance. Crystal stood, and so did PJ. I followed suit, and our parade of people walked down the hallway to the elevator. Crystal Clear Ch. 22 I sped up. We'd been at it for over twenty minutes, and I didn't want PJ to get sore despite the copious amount of lubrication she'd produced. I locked eyes with PJ; "I'm near. When you cum again, I'm going to cum with you." PJ nodded and gasped out, "I'm seconds away. Do it. Please do it. Deep inside me." I relaxed my Kegel muscles, and used my inner voice to tell myself, 'Cum.' Only a few seconds later, I could feel the bliss of an orgasm start from deep within my body. At this point, I couldn't have stopped my cum if I'd changed my mind. The liquids inside me surged through my interior plumbing, leaving a trail of joy and pleasure behind. I jammed myself into PJ a few last times, and then the surges of my juices lunged into her body. PJ came, up-tilting and driving her hips into mine as I drove hard and deep into her. We arched in that position for many seconds as my cum filled her body cavity to the brim. We collapsed simultaneously, PJ bearing my full weight for a few seconds until I could remedy the situation by rolling us to one side while still connected at our sexual union. I smothered PJ with kisses, covered every square millimeter of the skin I could reach with my lips. Over her shoulder, I saw Crystal start to do the same along PJ's back and shoulders, lightly massaging PJ's flushed skin. PJ looked at me with awe and wonder in her eyes; eventually, silent tears started to flow from her eyes. She reached up with one hand and tenderly touched my face. "I didn't know it could be like this," she said in a low and halting voice. "I didn't know what love was – what true sexual union was. I can't believe these past moments – with both of you. I'll never forget today – and to think I resolved a few hours ago to not join with you. I just ... I didn't know." She reached behind her and pulled one of Crystal's arms around her, placing her hand on one flushed breast. Dan and Claire came into our bedroom; both beautifully nude and jubilant in the sexual union they had shared. Dan spooned behind Crystal, reaching over her to stroke PJ's nakedness. PJ didn't seem to mind in the least. Claire did the same from behind me, although one hand traced down my body to where I remained inside PJ. She lightly stroked PJ's clitoris, eliciting a further moan of pleasure. I could feel PJ's vagina clench and unclench in light spasms around my tumescent cock with each stroke Claire made of her clit. Terry and Ellen floated into the room, also naked. Ellen lay across the top of the bed with Terry spooning behind her, but not before she lifted PJ's head and put it to rest on her smooth flat abdomen. She stroked PJ's long hair, splaying it out across her upper body in a sensuous manner. I could see the wetness of Ellen's pussy lips. PJ looked unusually content given the tremendous discontinuity she'd just experienced in her life and in her sexual conduct and outlook. PJ hugged me. She whispered in my ear, "Am I silly to think that I suddenly love all of you in ways I never imagined." I kissed her wet cheeks, and then her mouth. I whispered back to her, "No, not at all." Crystal Clear Ch. 23 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim becomes a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip, but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Billy, their band leader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; Claire left the 'adult' business and took steps to clean up her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. Jim is blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case. Together, they confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat. After an erotic night with Margo and Caroline – one of the suspects, Jim continues his European singing tour. In Berlin, CIA agents asked Jim to do a special task in Moscow; Jim starts his mission, meets a beautiful Russian woman, and after mission success connects with a sexy CIA agent. After Moscow, the concert entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in the concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' reward him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brings a new and inspiring sex toy into their midst, and the most of Jim's circle heads to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert, Jim meets PJ – a beautiful runner who is welcomed into the group. Crystal Clear Ch. 23 Beth said, "If you don't mind, one of our aides can drive it to the hotel we're at – the Four Seasons, as you might expect. It's only a few miles. We don't want to spend a moment away from you now that you're with us again." Claire nodded, and Beth waved over two young men who had also been on the flight. Both looked exceptionally efficient and ready to spring into action regardless of what Beth or Joe asked of them. Claire passed her keys to one of them, and gave him a description of her car and where she'd parked. He and the other lackey headed off into the posh terminal building. Behind them, Claire saw the last of the luggage being hoisted into the trunk of the white limousine. The chauffeur marched smartly around and stood at near attention waiting for his passengers. Joe and Claire put their arms around each other and walked to the long car with Beth walking close beside them. Both continued to study Claire's near appearance, as though she was from another planet. Claire blushed under their critical eyes. Inside the limo, Beth said, "I was wrong before. I don't see the old you. From the outside, you are a much different person. Do you like the new you?" Claire recounted, "Oh, yes, very much. It was an opportunity to get rid of a few things about my face that always bugged me. Even I think I'm prettier now." Beth ventured, "Maybe it's good we haven't seen you for a while. The shock of your new look is softened by our time apart." Joe exclaimed, "Claire – it'll take me a while to get used to your new name and your new look. Claire, you are beautiful, and as always both inside and out." Joe could be so smooth with women at times; other times he had been commanding, dominate to the point of being obnoxious and strident. Beth and Claire whispered briefly to each other just inside the limousine, and both finished smiling broadly at one another. Joe politely ignored the interaction, but suspected the subject matter. The ride to the Four Seasons took only fifteen minutes. During that time, Joe and Beth questioned Claire about the intervening years. Claire told them about Jill, her transformation in more detail including her motivation for changing careers, and then about meeting Jim Mellon, Crystal Lee, and the rest of what had become her intentional extended family. Of course, being circumspect she left out the juicy and sexy parts, but the way she smiled at some parts of the story left no doubt that her proclivities for sexual play remained in tact. Claire had chuckled internally at one point at one thought: 'Once a nymphomaniac, always a nymphomaniac.' A platoon of bellhops met the limousine at the Four Seasons. In seconds, the trunk had been emptied and their luggage brought into the hotel. The trio walked through the lobby to the elevator and in seconds was whisked up to the penthouse suite that Joe Mansard had permanently leased and customized. The luggage arrived on their heels, and as had happened often before, the bags were put in the proper rooms, on the proper luggage racks. Without waiting for anything so mundane as gratuities, the bellhops vanished. Claire had seen Joe's arrivals before and remained amazed at the deference paid to him by the staff. She knew the staff would be well rewarded for their efficient and unimposing behavior. Claire flowed into Joe's arms for a longer and deeper kiss. His lips on hers brought back a flood of memories of their earlier times together. She swooned and welcomed his tongue and roaming hands. Joe softly said, "Claire, lose the dress – everything but the shoes, stockings, and pearls." He sat down to watch the strip tease he knew would follow. Claire slowly and seductively stepped away from him, and slowly and deliberately unbuttoned each of the small white buttons on her dress, pausing between each unfastening. When she reached the last button, she delicately and seductively stepped out of the dress, carefully draping the light blue frock over the arm of a nearby chair. She turned, allowing Joe and Beth to see her in the white thigh high stockings she wore with delicate lace around her thighs, her white lace thong, and the matching bra that barely contained her full breasts. The high heels brought out the muscular and shapely tone of her long legs. Claire reached in front of her breasts to the front clasp on her thin brassiere. She undid the latch, but paused and looked deep into Joe's eyes, the bra still constraining her orbs. Slowly, she allowed the material to part and let it fall from her arms behind her, leaving her full breasts and erect nipples erotically on display. She shimmied slightly as she turned back to Joe. Claire pulled two pale pink ribbon ties on either side of her hips, releasing the thong that dropped from between her legs to the floor. She turned with her back to Joe, and without bending at the knee, leaned over, and in slow motion picked up the thong. Claire knew this act put her pussy on display to Beth and Joe, and the act made her body look extra luscious and sexy as it highlighted her legs and trim ass. She stood and turned, displaying herself to her admirers in only her shoes, stockings, and pearls. She took three steps forward and dropped the thong into Joe's lap. He immediately picked up the frilly garment and inhaled her essence. Claire felt the thrill return to a corner of her mind, the same thrill she occasionally got when she had been an escort to someone particularly nice and appealing to her. Joe and Beth were some of those people. She briefly worried about becoming so enamored with the lustful sensations that she'd return to her past profession, but then realized what she felt was probably normal lust and passion for her lovers. Beth moved into Claire's personal space, and gently pinched her nipples, even pulling her breasts as far from her body as she dared without inflicting pain. When Claire flinched and moaned, Beth kissed her passionately and drove her tongue into Claire's mouth with a desire seldom seen between women. Claire pulled Beth to her, and allowed her hands to start to disrobe the young executive. Piece by piece, Beth's clothing got tossed to the nearby chair. Claire appreciated that the clothing was expensive, coming from some of the best shops in New York, London, and Paris. When Beth's breasts emerged from the bra that had barely contained them, Claire's mouth lunged at the dark areolas and nipples, biting and sucking the way she remembered brought Beth great pleasure and occasionally an orgasm. Seconds later, the pair was in a near sixty-nine position on a nearby sofa, each woman suckling on the others breasts. The breast play proved to be only foreplay to their tongues lunging into each other's slits, lapping up what now were the lubricating juices of two extremely horny women. Their play was calculated to excite, to entice, to seduce, and to be the prelude to more orgasms in a night together than either woman had enjoyed since they parted years earlier. Beth's erotic buttons remained unchanged. The interior spot inside her vagina held the same feel and produced the same results it had when they'd first met. Claire thrust some fingers and then her entire hand into Beth's pussy, turning and twisting her hand against Beth's G-spot. Beth exploded first into an orgasm throwing her hands down onto the sofa to prevent herself from leaving the planet as she rocketed to a white-hot climax. Claire did not let up her assault on her partner's quim. Her mouth and tongue attacked Beth's clitoris, adding further stimulation to what her interior fingers were already delivering. Beth climaxed again and in seconds again. She quickly moved to the place Claire hoped where one orgasm blended into the next in an array of fireworks and emotions too fantastic to even hope for let alone describe. She was creating a spiritual experience for Beth. Jim Mellon had taught Claire how to do this to a woman when he did it to her. Beth looked at her with pleading eyes, pleading for her to stop, and pleading with her to never end the sensations of pleasure. Claire briefly became aware of Joe's naked body moving behind her, their first contact coming when Joe's tongue lashed out at Claire's sodden cunt. Joe said, "Oh, yes. This is the flavor I have so longed for since we saw you last." He feasted on Claire's juices, as she continued to punish Beth with further orgasms. Soon, his fingers penetrated her body, bringing her the stimulation she'd desired. Beth finished in a near catatonic state in only minutes. Claire thought, "Hummm, she must be out of practice. She used to be able to last indefinitely." The orgasms continued, until Beth pulled her legs together and pleaded with Claire to stop. There wasn't any reciprocation, at least immediately. Beth lay back gasping for breath, and enjoying a strong afterglow that pervaded her every pore and left her feeling ravished by someone with ultimate skills in lovemaking. Claire knelt in front of Beth's chair, only now her eyes were closed as Joe's tongue and fingers worked over her body. Beth reached down and fondled Claire's breasts, and then she grabbed each nipple and pinched hard, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure-pain through Claire. Claire climaxed instantly. Before she'd even realized the peak had passed, Joe's large cock slid smoothly into Claire's pussy in a long slow stroke. Joe hunched over Claire's back, one hand taking over from Beth, cupping a breast, and squeezing the hard nipple between two fingers while the other hand reached under the copulating pair to rub small circles right atop Claire's over sensitive clit. Joe's cockhead stroked against Claire's G-spot in this position. The combination of Beth, Joe's two hands, and his persistent cock, pushed Claire into her next orgasm and left her in an elevated state. Just as Claire thought she'd established some equilibrium in her responses to the Mansards, Joe moved his hand from her breast and pushed a thumb deep into Claire's ass, grinding and turning the digit. Through his fingertip, he could feel his own cock pumping back and forth on the other side of the thin wall of skin. Joe pumped faster and faster, encouraged by Claire's moans, epithets, and screams for mercy. At last, after his hips had been a blur for minutes, he grunted and shouted his own orgasm. The liquid fire erupted from his cock deep into Claire's cunt. Surge after surge of his semen filled the young woman to overflow. Claire crested again too, and then as Joe yanked his cock away for the last two surges of cum. Claire fell forward into Beth's open arms and kisses. Joe's cum splattered across Claire's flawless buttocks. A moment later, after her breath returned, she spoke the first cogent words in many minutes, "My God, I feel well fucked." She reached back and scooped up the cum on her ass, and without thinking brought the white goo to her mouth. She turned to sit tightly beside Beth. Beth whispered to her, "I also hope you feel well loved by us. We missed you so; we really did. I was so disappointed when we came back from China after our long trip, and you were gone. Your funky roommate didn't know where you'd gone, nor you old boss Andre, you left no forwarding address, or anything. I would have persisted, but daddy said to let you be; he said you'd come back to us when you were ready." Claire cuddled into Beth's arms and said in a choked voice, "I hesitated a bit ... I didn't want you to think I was coming back for a handout or to sponge off you. You've always been so generous, and I've felt guilty that I couldn't repay you." Joe flopped down beside Claire and Beth on the sofa; he tenderly stroked Claire's shoulder and face. "Honey, this isn't a game where you keep score. Don't you realize we did those things for you because we liked you – we loved you? The money was never an issue; so don't make it one. We knew you weren't in this for the dough – at least with us. You were never anything but honest and aboveboard with us; I wish I could say that about all my friends and business partners." There was a knock on the door, and a male voice outside the door announced, "Room service and a delivery of some keys." Without a trace of modesty, Beth rose in her nudity and went to the door. She opened the large portal and allowed a waiter to wheel in a large cart loaded with three dinners. He successfully ignored her nakedness, not even blinking other than to wish her 'good evening.' He set up three place settings on a mahogany dining table in front of one of the large windows, set out the meals, drinks, two bottles of wine – opened to breath, and folded up the delivery cart. The waiter turned to Beth and said, "One of your associates asked me to deliver this set of keys to you – car keys of your friend, I believe." The car is in our private car park available upon request." He nodded in the sofa's general direction without actually peeking at the tableau Claire made now curled up naked in Joe's lap with his tumescent cock poking her in the side. Beth thanked him, and he disappeared. After the door shut, Beth laughed, "I think I just made his evening. I bet he'll beat off to seeing me tonight – seeing Claire too." Beth looked stunning as she walked back to our sofa, her sexy feminine hips swaying with each step. Her body was flushed from the lovemaking, her full breasts shimmied like large bowls of Jello topped by large areolas and excited nipples. Her body was highlighted by the lights in the room and showed the sexually attractive shadows and curves across her body. Where her legs met her body, lay a carefully crafted heart of pubic hair just above her slit and her engorged and visible labial lips. Beth oozed sexuality, and a 'come-fuck-me' invitation to anyone in the vicinity, but particularly to her father. Beth's athletic body leaned over Joe and Claire. She wantonly kissed her father, driving her tongue deep into the inner recesses of his mouth as his tongue fought back with equal ardor. Joe liked that, because Claire could feel his cock responding beneath her ass. After that kiss, Beth shifted to Claire's lips and duplicated the kiss. Claire responded with a flood of new sexual juices from her sex mixed with the man juice Joe had left there moments earlier. Beth pulled away holding Claire's hand and said, "Come, let's eat – and then we're going to play again ... and again. My God, Claire, I haven't been this horny since I saw you years ago and you were Cheryl." She pulled her up from Joe's naked body, and led the two of us to the dining room table, pulling her father along part way by his erect cock. Beth had planned dinner to be 'au naturel.' * * * * * Over the next few weeks, Claire spent many evening hours and weekends with Joe Mansard and his daughter. The business mogul encouraged her visits in more than a casual way. During several dinners, Joe regaled Claire with his travels and business exploits over the past three years. She'd always shown an interest and after she knew him she'd invested some of her savings in his businesses to good end. His early focus on China had been a coup in two of his businesses, getting a decent market share of a huge population. Somehow, he got his Chinese and Japanese subsidiaries exchanging parts for some of the sensitive devices his companies would make; a difficult partnership under most circumstances. Beth talked of her role in supporting her father, being far more than eye candy when they visited or entertained. She had taken on the role of the entertaining wife in many ways, as well as a vice president of business development for Mansard Enterprises, the holding company for much of the businesses. Beth also had a knack for avoiding taxes in the various jurisdictions they did business. Joe proudly explained how she had saved the enterprise several hundred million dollars in only the past week by relocating part of the manufacturing from one Latin American country to South Korea. Beth looked pleased he'd noticed her work. Joe explained that Beth had started to travel on her own increasingly, meeting with various government entities and negotiating tax deals in exchange for guaranteed employment levels. He said, "If you can create jobs, hundreds or thousands of them, it's amazing what some countries will do for you. It's all about trickle down economics. You give them prime jobs, and each job provides other jobs and an income stream to a dozen others." Claire had no qualms about asking personal questions that dove deep into someone's thinking. She asked Joe, "But what really bothers you, inside I mean – not about your businesses?" Joe was taken aback by her temerity, but thought about it. He admitted, "I guess what bothers me most is that I'm all about business – seven days a week, and just about every waking minute. I always have been. I'm overcompensating for growing up poor." "Do you know how to relax or take a vacation?" He responded, "I've always thought of those times as wasteful. I could be making money." Claire asked, "Well then, how much money do you need until you're happy?" Joe looked up at the ceiling. Claire knew his personal worth ran to several tens of billions of dollars even on a bad day in the world's stock and commodity markets. He had homes in many countries and cities, and had a personal staff of a couple of hundred doing non-business related jobs. Finally, he answered, "For me, it's not about some level of money in companies, a bank, or investments, it's about the power and the process of making it. I love the power and the process." Claire poked him further, "Then you're powerful and happy all the time you're working?" Her acute sense of reading someone's inner mood had told her that the balance had shifted the other way in Joe's life. Joe studied Claire with an odd look. "I'm not, and you probably know it too. You were always so intuitive, and now I'm remembering that about you. The business stuff I know about – I can control that, and even fix those situations. Sometimes though, there's a shadow over that. I think I judge some people too harshly. I'm not a good mentor." "Can't Beth help you?" "I do ask her advice occasionally. It's also my way of training her to takeover this kingdom I've built. Few other men did that successfully with their daughters, particularly the really rich ones." Claire asked out of curiosity, "Name one?" "A father-daughter pair? Well, one I know of first hand is Hugh Hefner and his daughter Christie. She's sixty – a little older than I am, and her Dad's in his mid eighties and probably still fucking some of the bunnies." He went on, "Hugh started her working at Playboy right out of college where she was Phi Beta Kappa. He put her in charge of stuff, big stuff at the age of thirty – Beth's age. He mentored her as she built up confidence in her business dealings. Did everything go well? Of course not, but he made sure she learned from each bad decision, and that her role in what happened didn't go by unexamined. Note that he had sons, but they didn't have the brain power or business acumen that Christie had in her gut." "Realize that it was Christie who expanded Playboy beyond the printing of a good magazine. She put Playboy on the Internet, did DVDs, expanded some of the clubs, exported the brand overseas, created video games and concept stores, and got in Vegas and Shanghai with entertainment venues. She took over from Hugh so he could play with the bunnies and be the front man for the operation. But, all along the way, Hugh made sure she got good counsel until she turned the tables and was telling him what to do and doing a good job at it too." Joe paused and added, "I know both of them. We have a couple of joint ventures in the entertainment industry. Hugh's old, but he's no fool. Christie now likes to boss him around, but they have a great relationship. I doubt it's as intimate as Beth and me, but they have fun together." Crystal Clear Ch. 23 Claire said, "Do you know what Hugh does that you don't?" Joe looked puzzled by her question. She clearly knew something he didn't. "He parties. He goes on vacations. He has bunnies all around. He relaxes in his famous mansion or at one of Playboy's spas. He relaxes." After an awkward silence, Joe studied Claire and finally spoke in a low voice, "Point well taken." * * * * * Jim I sat watching out the window of the elegant corporate jet. I'd noticed the tail number was 'ME2' – Mansard Enterprises jet number two. I wondered how large a fleet of aircraft he had. We were expecting one other passenger – Claire, one of the loves in my life. I looked out the tinted window and saw one of Joe Mansard's white limousines pulling through an airport security gate and heading in our direction. It stopped at the bottom of the stairway leading into the plane. The chauffeur hopped out, ran around the front of the car to the rear door, and opened it, offering a hand to the gorgeous woman inside. Claire appeared, and I could see her thanking him for his assistance, even shaking his hand. She never treated someone badly or as though they were beneath her. She thanked shop people for their help, absolutely loved Nadia – our housekeeper back in Tennessee, and went out of her way to leave an extra tip for waiters and waitresses – she'd been one about ten years earlier and remembered those lean years. As the pilot welcomed her at the top of the stairway, I could hear Claire ask him, "Are you allowed to tell me where we're going. Neither Joe nor Beth told me; all I got were instructions to bring warm weather clothing and swimwear, prepare for possibly cools night, be prepared to party, and where to meet you." The pilot chuckled. "He likes to do that. We're headed to the Galapagos Islands off the South American coast. Joe is flying in from Beijing by way of Tokyo where he's picking up Beth, and then Hawaii for refueling. They're in the air now, so we should get there about the same time. I talked to their pilot by satellite phone a couple of hours ago a while after they left Hawaii. For them, it's a forty-six-hundred mile trip." Claire asked, "Are we off now?" "Yes. As soon as we get our ATC clearance." Claire came around the bulkhead near the cabin door and suddenly saw me. She looked puzzled; I shouldn't be here; I should be at some studio making my part of a movie called Downslope. My presence didn't compute. She cocked her head to one side in confusion. I stood, and Claire came into my arms and kissed me. "You rat. You could have told me last night or this morning, or whenever this little jaunt got planned. I assume you're going with me?" Jim laughed, "It was more fun this way, and yes, I'm going along for the long weekend. Joe Mansard made it sound like a command performance. Besides, he's the only billionaire I know so I thought he'd be an interesting person to get to know." Claire sat, and I flopped down in the seat across the narrow aisle from her. We both buckled in. Claire asked, "What's going to happen down there. I just found out where we're going." I said, "Well, I'm told that some young woman Joe Mansard loves kept poking a stick in his eye trying to get him to take a vacation. So we're all going on vacation. He was exceptionally pleasant on the phone, and I briefly got to talk to his daughter Beth too." * * * * * Joe and Beth's new Gulfstream 650 was already on the ground when our aircraft landed at Puerto Villamil. Our pilot had circled the Galapagos once so we could both get a feel for the islands, the volcanoes, and the isolation of the Galapagos from other land – none in sight. On the ground, it became obvious that long-term aircraft parking was discouraged; there were no parking areas for aircraft. Besides Mansard's two jets, one battered twin engine plane sat on flat tires in a remote corner of the small airport. Joe and Beth came down their boarding ladder simultaneously with Claire and me. The four of us met in the small space between the two aircraft. Joe shook hands cordially and said to the two of us, "Thank you for putting up with that long flight to get here. We had favorable winds and a fast turnaround time in Hawaii, so we've been here for two hours – taking a nap to try to adjust for the change in time zones from Asia." I expressed appreciation for the invitation, and shook hands firmly with Joe, meeting him face-to-face for the first time. I felt both a cold and warmth about him – conflicting feelings, maybe from a confused man. Beth got introduced, and we hugged by way of greeting. Claire had pestered me on the flight about how I'd been invited to this trip; however, I stuck to my promise to Joe not to divulge anything further. She gave up in frustration, and read a pile of magazines and napped for the six-hour trip from LA. Joe said with a lilt to his voice, and his arms spread wide, "I am on vacation. This is the first vacation I've taken since I was fourteen years old, and that one was forced on me by my parents." Claire motioned with her hand between Joe and Jim. Joe explained, "Well, I know you're in a romantic relationship with Jim, you're in a romantic relationship with Beth and me, and we'll see what develops between the four of us. We're here for three full days starting tomorrow, and leave early on the fourth to head back to LA. The smaller plane will leave us here, the large one will try to stay if we can convince the authorities about overnight parking. Either way, we'll have to stop on the way back, since jet fuel is unavailable here." Claire said, "But you didn't explain why you and Jim know each other." I smirked. Joe said, "Well, until today we didn't. I just thought we needed a fourth for bridge." He turned to a Jeep with flapping canvas sides that had just pulled onto the airport property. He said, "Ah, this is probably our ride to the boat." Claire exclaimed, "Boat?" We picked up our bags and backpacks and put them in the rear of the Jeep and climbed aboard. As we did Beth explained to Claire, "Joe had his new yacht directed here. Only a few people know about it. It'll easily accommodate us in much better comfort than any of the tourist camps on the island, plus it's more private and more secure. Moreover, we can use it or one of its tenders to prowl around some of the lesser-populated islands if we want." Joe said, "What about our guide?" Beth allowed, "He said he'd meet us first thing tomorrow morning at dockside in Puerto Villamil. Tomorrow is the volcano crater. The helicopter should be here first thing too." Claire exclaimed again, "Helicopter?" Beth went on, "Yes, if we're to pack in as much as we can in three days we need a whirly bird to move us around. Joe is impatient, and deemed a hike up the volcano would take too long. Besides, the chopper can give us some perspective, drop us at the rim of the volcano, and pick us up later." A dark skinned South American welcomed them in broken English, and then drove them carefully over terrible dirt and ancient macadam roads through the small town. Over the noise of the Jeep's engine and the wind, Beth explained further, "So, tomorrow we'll get to see some of the rare animals that are only found here and near the volcanoes. The day after that I've lined up some scuba diving lessons in the morning, and a prowl around a shallow wreck in the afternoon if the sharks aren't too bad. We can also get some beach time in. The third day the yacht will take a lazy course through the islands, and then we're heading home on the fourth day." Claire said in a worried tone, "Wait! Wait! Sharks?" Joe nudged Claire, "If this goes well and Mansard Enterprises doesn't fall apart while I'm gone, maybe I'll do this vacation thing again in a few years." Claire rolled her eyes upward to indicate the man was beyond salvation. * * * * * According to Joe, the yacht was small – only a hundred and twenty feet long. The yacht dwarfed everything else in the harbor and even made the town look small – it was. The huge craft had anchored several hundred feet off shore. Four distinct decks could be seen between the waterline and the flying bridge. Joe explained, "I just bought this. It's for Claire and Beth, as you'll see from the name on the boat – the 'Beth Claire.' I've met the captain of the vessel, but not the other crew members. There are a couple of bodyguards around too, and they're supposed to remain invisible to me; I think there are one or two on the island too. I hate the security thing. The boat is ocean going, and can comfortably do thirty knots in normal seas. Somewhere onboard there's also some heavy artillery and other weapons in case of pirates." The Jeep wheeled up at the end of a long jetty, beside which sat two polished mahogany tenders. A young man in a bright white starched uniform snapped to attention upon our arrival. Another strode towards the Jeep with a welcoming smile. "Ms. Mansard, Ms. Whitman, Mr. Mansard, and Mr. Mellon, welcome to Galapagos, and welcome to the Beth Claire. He smiled at the women, obviously aware that one was Claire and the other Beth, but he didn't know who was who. Please follow me, and I will get you situated in the tender before boarding your luggage. " Claire and Beth opted to stand on the short pier for a moment and look back at the quaint little tourist and fishing village. Claire spoke, "This is like a postcard from seventy years ago. Everything is so quaint, old, and weather beaten." Beth commented, "The climate here is pretty moderate. This is a warm day for this time of year. My research on the Internet said we also might expect some fog in the early morning hours, but nothing that won't burn off in a couple of hours of sunlight." Claire twirled around on the sandy dirt, her skirt swinging out away from her body to reveal her legs and her bare backside. Both Joe and I saw the display of joy and then looked at each other. Joe said, "Jim, I'm jealous of you. You've known her so long now – almost two years, and you see her constantly. I find she's refreshing, and she makes me rethink how I'm living my life. That's why I'm taking this long weekend and maybe others to follow. Don't tell her yet, but I'm getting soft in my old age." I studied the billionaire, but from the comfort of having many millions of my own safely locked away. "Why have me? I understand the boy-girl thing, but you could have asked a hundred other people to even out the playtime." Joe smiled, turned, and walked to the tender. Over his shoulder, he said, "You're Beth's favorite singer; she thinks you're sexy. Her pick." The crisp young lieutenant of the Beth Claire soon pulled the tender along side at the fantail of the large yacht. He secured the lines as the other equally adept man helped the women off, and then the men. Lines were secured further, and the tender was lifted a few feet above the water by hoists. The captain appeared. "Welcome Mr. Mansard and your company. You've met Andrew and Kevin I see." He nodded to the two young men. "The other two of the crew, Luba and Renata, are as you specified; they should be here in a moment. Your other men are here too; they've checked the boat, the town, and the island, and see no threats." I wondered if I could live needing that kind of security around all the time. Everyone moved to go up onto the main part of the craft, using a narrow handrail to ascend a short stairway. At the top, I looked at Joe, "Specified?" Joe smirked, "See whether you can tell when you meet them, which I never have, but if the captain says the two other crew members are according to my specs then they probably are." Just then a gorgeous, buxom brown haired girl in her mid twenties appeared with a tray of drinks. She had a smile that lit up the room and clearly a bright and sunny disposition. The flirtatious looks and signals she gave off to each of us invited something more. In a cheery voice she said, "Good afternoon everyone. I'm Luba. I thought you might like some drinks after your plane travel. I brought you water and soft drinks; however, if you want anything stronger – or anything at all – please just ask." She smiled at Joe particularly, and her 'anything at all' comment had been emphasized and especially directed at him. After she'd served, Jim said, "I think I could make a guess at one or two of your 'specs.'" Joe said in a challenging tone, "Let's wait until we meet Renata, then we'll see how close you can come to what I asked for in the way of cabin hands." The words were no soon our of Joe's mouth than a second, knock-you-socks off, blond model quality girl in her mid-twenties appeared with a clipboard in hand. My first impression was that she wore no bra, for under her thin crew polo shirt with the name Beth Claire embroidered on the shirt, her areolas were slightly visible through the white material of the shirt. She too had a smile any dentist would be proud of, and obviously a flirty and happy disposition. She looked between Joe and me. "Mr. Mansard?" Joe caught her eye and spoke, "That'd be me." "Oh, I'm sorry. I am Renata, and it is a pleasure to meet you. I wanted your preferences on dinner." Joe studied the young woman a moment, obviously pleased with her demeanor. After the silence, during which she didn't dare interrupt, he asked, "If I were not to help you, what would you produce for us?" Renata looked surprised. She looked at her clipboard a moment. "We would probably serve a light vichyssoise, cold because of the warm day, and then a small garden salad to whet the palate. A dab of sherbet would be the intermission piece. As the entrée, I would hope a coq au vin would be acceptable. Included with the entrée would be some wild mushrooms and Mediterranean vegetables in a rich wine sauce. For dessert, besides coffee, tea, or liqueurs, I understand that you enjoy freshly baked brownies with vanilla ice cream." She paused, gave a smile that melted everyone's heart, and looked expectantly at Mansard. He bowed to her. "I accept your menu without a single reservation." He smiled and waved her away. Just before she disappeared, he said, "Oh, Renata. Please also, some wine for our guests." She nodded and was gone. I found my eyes stinging from staring at her pert posterior as she left. Two minutes later, one of the young men appeared carrying two bottles – one red and one white. He showed Mansard the labels, received a nod of acceptance, and then opened a small bar at the end of the room. Seconds later, he brought a small tray with several neutral wafers on it, along with two glasses containing a half-ounce of each wine. Not a word was spoken, but Mansard ate one of the neutralizers, and then sipped the white wine examining its flavor. He passed the glass back with one word, "Perfect." Another wafer, a sip of the heavier red, and he uttered the same acceptance. The steward accepted orders from the women and then the men. Seconds later, he delivered the glasses on the tray to each of the seated party, serving the women first. He produced a perfectly arranged antipasto plate and set it in the middle of the coffee table. On the plate were smoked salmon, cabana sausage slices, a variety of cheeses, apple slices, olives of several varieties, and stuffed cherry tomatoes. He smiled at us, made eye contact with Mansard to verify the acceptability of the provisions and service, and then backed away. He hovered near the bar with his back to us, but in range for anyone's request for service. Beth and Claire started to talk about the yacht, the staff, and the hors d'oeuvres. Joe turned to me with a slightly lecherous look on his face. "Do you have an initial guess as to my specifications for staff?" I laughed; it'd been all I'd thought about since Renata disappeared. "First, the two young men are gay; this would ensure no competition for the young ladies and keep them happy with each other. For the young ladies you must have specified model quality women in their mid-twenties; they had to be busty, flirtatious, have uplifting dispositions, and be bisexual. I suspect they should also be 'available,' but that's a pure guess." Joe chortled, "My, I am transparent, aren't I." I had the feeling he didn't smile all that much, and that this was almost a new experience for him. He had liked what he saw in Luba and Renata. I said, "You have my attention ... on many fronts." I shot an obvious sideways glance at Beth Mansard who sat only a few feet from me talking to Claire. Beth looked beautiful. I took Joe's nod as acceptance to entertain impure thoughts about his daughter and not just Luba and Renata. I guess, if I didn't, he'd take care of that for me. Claire had told me about Mansard's unique and sexually incestuous relationship with his adult daughter. Claire's philosophy was to hide nothing from the people she loved, and thus she had offered up this information to us weeks earlier when she'd started to spend more time with the billionaire and his bisexual daughter. Crystal, Ellen, and I, among others, encouraged the relationship with the Mansards because it made Claire happy and gave her some intellectual stimulation outside our circle of people in the entertainment industry. After a few minutes of random conversation, the captain appeared. "Mr. Mansard and guests. I am available to give you a complete tour of the yacht whenever you would like." He turned specifically to Mansard, "I know you've only seen photographs of the boat, so I thought you might like to have a closer look at the real thing." Mansard rose instantly, and thanked the man. "Thank you. I had planned to hunt you down for just such a tour in a few minutes. Please lead on; we will follow along." We all got up to go on the tour, each carrying our wine glass. Captain Ed Boller, according to his nametag, began a recitation about the appointments and unique characteristics of the ship and each room as he led the tour, taking us up to the digitally-enhanced bridge initially, and working our way down to an engine room that housed four huge diesel engines in such a spotless and sanitary environment that a hospital operating room would have been envious. Not omitted were the large, interconnecting staterooms with king size beds; only a movable partition separated the view between the beds. Joe nodded to me during that part of the tour, and I realized he must have an exhibitionist and voyeur side to his personality. After the tour, Renata appeared behind the party. The captain acknowledged her presence, and she pleasantly announced, "Dinner is ready to commence whenever you are ready." Claire said, "I'm famished. The snacks on the plane and hors d'oeuvres were good, but I'm ready for the beautiful dinner she described earlier." She smiled at Renata. Renata led us away from the captain, and into the spacious dining room on the main deck. Through the windows, we could see the sun setting over this part of the Pacific Ocean. Renata seated the table, assisting the women with the napkins. When she placed the napkins in the men's laps, she innocently dragged her hand across the bulges in their pants, and then gave each a subtle smile to let us know the 'accidental touch' had not been so accidental. As she left the room, she subtly ran her finger behind my neck in a highly arousing gesture. I carefully studied her departure, especially her beautiful long tan legs and the tight little short shorts she wore that caressed her rear end leaving little to the imagination. When I turned back to the table I caught Joe, Beth, and Claire watching Renata's departure as well. To be continued Crystal Clear Ch. 24 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim becomes a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip, but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Billy, their band leader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; Claire left the 'adult' business and took steps to clean up her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. Jim is blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case. Together, they confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat. After an erotic night with Margo and Caroline -- one of the suspects, Jim continued his European singing tour. In Berlin, CIA agents asked Jim to do a special task in Moscow; Jim started his mission, met a beautiful Russian woman, and after mission success connected with a sexy CIA agent. After Moscow, the concert entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in the concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' rewarded him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and in Ohio Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brought a new and inspiring sex toy into their midst. Jim's circle headed to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert, Jim met PJ -- a beautiful runner welcomed into the group. Urged by her circle, Claire reestablished contact with billionaire Mansard and Beth; Jim joined the three of them for a long-weekend vacation in the Galapagos Islands. Crystal Clear Ch. 24 Beth set out at a good pace. She pointed across the rim to the distant crescent, and said, "Come on, we'll have lunch over there." She set off, and after a couple of hundred feet yelled back, "Oh, this is so cool. Look at the obsidian as you follow along; we could make jewelry of this stuff -- it's beautiful." I could see her picking up rock samples here and there. Joe, Claire, and I followed Beth on the coarse rim. Occasionally, we had to side step down the steep side the cone of the rim became the ragged edge became too steep or dangerous to navigate without falling into the interior of the cone. I collected a whole pocket full of various stones on the way around. On a break, we compared notes, and tried to identify some of the rocks. Rhyolite was supposedly part of one recent eruption; however, none of us knew how to identify that lava from any other. We had lunch sitting around a circle of boulders. Inside the wrapping on each sandwich was a short love note from either Luba or Renata telling us how much fun they'd had the night before, and how they hoped we would include them again in our evening activities. Each note included a little heart on it. The notes provoked a discussion about open relationships, incest, and what our various boundaries were for including others. When I reflect back on that discussion, I thought the setting on the rim of the cooled caldera of a not-too-ancient volcano an interesting metaphor. I commented to Joe that I thought I'd figured out some additional 'specifications' he must have given the captain prior to hiring the two young women. After laughing, Joe urged me to reveal my entire list to the group. I recalled my earlier guesses: "Of Russian lineage, exceptionally attractive, sexy, nubile, busty, horny, sexually liberated and savvy, capable of top rated blowjobs, open to group activities, bisexual, playful, loving, with dispositions that would brighten even the darkest of days, oh, and did I mention horny and affectionate." Everyone laughed. Beth spoke first, "Why that also describes Claire and me perfectly." Joe just caught my eye and nodded with a smile. Apparently, I'd come pretty close to his list of the perfect shipmates and playmates. I caught Joe's eyes moving to Claire. He studied her with some other agenda on his mind. I don't think she noticed. Crystal Clear Ch. 24 Because of the slow movements I made, and the slow rate of deep penetration, it took over two minutes for our groins to meet. When they did, I started to use my thumb on Beth's very visible clitoris. She started to squirm and writhe in front of me, pushing her quim up into my cock and fingers. She came only seconds later. I didn't pause; I rode her through her orgasm and into the next. Luba started to suck on Beth's rigid nipples, and that action stimulated a third and fourth climax. I pulled out, put some fingers into Beth's quim, found her G-spot, and massaged her to fifth orgasm. Upon reentry, I also slid a finger into her sloshy cunt, folding it to touch her G-spot as my cock also pistoned into her. Beth found that place where every sensor in her body was alert, active, and sensing pleasure -- orgasmic high pleasure. Luba and I didn't let up. Renata joined us as well as we ganged up on Beth, adding her tongue to her breasts and to her French kisses. A fast student, Renata also brought a mouth of B&B and delivered it to Beth the way I had shown them only moments before. Beth's orgasms carried her to oblivion. She fainted in the extreme pleasure of the moment -- the intense pleasure to every sensor in her body. Renata and Luba looked so disappointed; they were intent on bringing more pleasure to Beth. Luba caught my eye: "Do me?" I did, repeating many of the same moves and leaving her in an almost comatose state after a dozen orgasms, only this time with my semen dripping from her cunt. Renata found the rivulet of cum, and not only lapped up the visible portion seeping from Luba's hole, but also suctioned the rest of it from her body. The lewd act made me recover in record time. Beth awoke, but continued to lie in a stupor from the energetic and consuming lovemaking we'd wreaked on her. We all kissed her in a tender way, and she snuggled into the sofa indicating to us she didn't plan on moving anytime soon. The girls covered Beth with a light blanket, and we went to check on Joe and Claire. I followed along behind curious about what we'd find. Crystal Clear Ch. 25 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim became a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with Jill his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip; but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; she left the 'adult' business and redirected her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys. Jim got blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case, and in the process Margo and an innocent suspect Caroline became Mellon Girls. In Berlin, the CIA tasked Jim with a mission in Moscow; thus. He met a beautiful Russian woman, and after his success connected with a sexy CIA agent. The entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in his concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' rewarded him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and in Ohio Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brought a noteworthy sex toy into their midst. Jim's circle headed to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert tour, Jim met PJ – a runner and songwriter the group welcomed. Urged by her circle, Claire reestablished contact with billionaire Joe Mansard and Beth; Jim joined the three of them for a short sex-filled vacation in the Galapagos Islands where Claire received a marriage proposal that she questions. Crystal Clear Ch. 25 Indeed, Don and Nadia had continued to sit side-by-side holding hands, but when we entered the room they had curtailed their kissing and whatever else they were doing. Don had a magazine in his lap, probably hiding his erection. Claire moved in and sat on Don's other side, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to her lap in an affectionate manner. She hugged his arm and held it. He looked pleased, no doubt thinking that his hand rested only two layers of clothing from Claire's pussy. "Ladies, what can I get you to drink?" I took orders, went through the kitchen again, ran my finger across Kim's ass again, only this time she turned and smiled at me. She liked that. I came back and kissed her on the lips. Crystal and Ellen followed me; they'd seen the interaction. Crystal said to her mother with a slight giggle, "Oh, he does that to me and Ellen too. It's so hot and sexy too. We just love it. I hope you do too." Ellen nodded and grinned at her mother. Kim looked surprised on two counts: that my touching of her ass had been seen, and that Crystal and Ellen obviously approved and wanted her to enjoy my teasing as well. I delivered the drinks to the living room, and came back to the kitchen. Our discussion became what I call benign: our drive across the state, the weather, a few relatives Kim and Don had been in touch with, state politics, the terrible situation in Congress, the weather again, and the dinner menus for the coming week. I eventually meandered back into the living room. Don had apparently been down in the basement and brought up the Christmas tree from storage along with several large boxes of ornaments and trim. Don, Claire, PJ, and Nadia were making forays from the various boxes with pretty ornaments and putting them on the lighted tree. Don looked over at me, "Before you say anything, ..." I wondered where this was going and how I'd respond. He got a big smile on his face. "... we like artificial trees. They don't shed their pine needles everywhere; and they're a cinch to set up. The lights were already on this one; all I had to do was assemble three pieces into that stand – no watering, just plug the thing in." I knew he was toying with me because of the twinkle in his eyes. I said with some degree of enthusiasm, "I hadn't planned on saying anything other than it looks great – so full, and so much ... like Christmas." Claire came over and put her arms around my neck. We shared a romantic kiss. "What was the best Christmas you remember?" I kissed her back, "Why, it's any Christmas I had with you, my darling Claire." She said, "Oh, poo. I thought I'd learn something about your childhood." I thought back and said, "My parents liked Christmas, so it's hard to pick just one day. They were loving and supportive. There were always special gifts for me and my sister, besides all the other fun things. So, no special Christmas, but all of them." I had to add, "Karen liked Christmas too. We always made love next to the tree after we'd set it up. It became a tradition for the ten years before she died. Those were special Christmas' too. And since her passing, I've been here, with the Lees and you, and these have been special too. The one common element in all my Christmas' has been love and no particular gift." Don asked, "What did you do for Little Jim and Little Crystal?" Claire spoke before I could get a word in; "Oh, it was so exciting. We all went to the toy store. We bought a huge pile of stuff: a new car seat, a special high chair, lots of toys a two-year old will like, and a few cuddly things for the baby. We wrapped it all and shipped it a few days ago. It should get there tomorrow." Nadia asked me, "Did you get Summer anything special?" I smiled, "You bet I did. I got her a gold necklace with two diamond-studded pendants on it. On the back of one pendant is engraved 'Jim' and on the other 'Crystal.' I talked to George beforehand, and he thinks she'll be over the moon about it. I hope so." Don asked, "You love her, don't you? Summer, I mean." "Yes. A great deal. I'm so fortunate to have her in my life, especially as the mother of my children." Don said, "It's still a strange arrangement, at least some people might think that. It took me a couple of days to get used to it, but I guess you are one of the coolest dudes in the country." Claire defended me, "People think it's strange only because the churches, society, and the ad companies make you think you need kids in wedlock and only love one person, so they think Summer is strange because she loves her husband and Jim – the father of her kids, and Jim loves her and Crystal and all of us; oh, and you know about Edie too." Her logic spanned a whole lot of discussions we'd had over the years, and she'd boiled it down to one run-on sentence. We laughed at her defensiveness. I went and hugged her again. "And I do love you." Crystal Clear Ch. 25 I kissed her softly. "I'm getting kind of saggy in places too, and no we can't turn out all the lights. I want to see you – to see whom I'm making love to. I want you to see me, and be conscious and aware of what we're doing and why. I want both of us to see the beauty of the love act, the beauty of each other. I won't see sags and wrinkles; I'll be seeing a woman I love." A tear ran down Kim's face. "Oh, God, you are a beautiful man. No wonder you have a harem. I can't wait to be a Mellon Girl." I didn't rush into anything with Kim. I stood holding her in my arms and kissing her. I moved around her, lifting her hair and kissing the back of her neck, French kissing an ear, kissing all around her neck. As I moved, I allowed my hands to stroke her body through her clothing, almost a tickle but more definite and firm. After two circuits of her body, I undid the top button on her dress and then after some kisses the next, and the next. One by one her dress opened revealing her bra. I ran a finger inside her dress, running it along the top and bottom hems of the bra. Kim was slightly bustier than her daughters, a characteristic I had noticed in older women. I pulled the opening in her dress apart slightly and kissed her chest. I gently nudged the dress from Kim's shoulders, allowing gravity to do its job. The dress stopped falling at her waist where the material gathered. I made another circle around Kim, this time kissing more of her body, even running my tongue around the edges of her breasts outside her bra. When I was behind her, I unhooked the bra and just left it hanging from her shoulders. Back in front of her, I hooked a finger over the small strap of material between her cups and pulled gently. Kim groaned with her eyes closed, and moved allowing the undergarment to slid down her arms and drop to the floor. I took one finger and ran it around her full breasts, not zeroing in on any particular geography. As I did, I could watch Kim's nipples harden into rivets of steel, and the surrounding area flush with passion. I moved behind Kim and kissed her neck again, particularly the nape of her neck. As I did I reached around her and cupped her breasts in both hands. Kim moaned and laid her head back on my shoulder. She turned to kiss me. Kim had combs in her hair. At this point, I pulled them out and tossed them aside. I ran my fingers through her long locks, fanning out her smooth locks flecked with salt and pepper. Her gorgeous hair hung down below her shoulders. When I came back in front of Kim, we kissed again with even more passion. Kim reached out and tugged at the pullover shirt I wore. In a second, it was gone. I pressed my naked chest against hers, allowing her nipples to drag across my landscape. After more kisses, I tugged on her dress again, and this time it fell from her hips to the floor. I immediately knelt and tugged her panties down her legs; she stepped out of them and I tossed them aside, jettisoning her shoes as well. I leaned in and kissed around the edge of her pubic hair, running my fingers up and down her thighs and up to her breasts. Kim kept moaning and encouraging me; her body swayed in time to some unknown drummer. While shy, she tugged on my belt when I stood. I kicked off my shoes, lost the pants, and stepped out of my briefs in seconds. We stood naked opposite each other. Kim whispered, "My God, you are an Adonis – the god of love and sex. You are magnificent." "If I am Adonis, then you are my Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty." I pulled Kim's nakedness to my own. Even as I did, I could feel my cock inflating to a '10' on my hardness scale. Kim used her body to push my cock up between us; she rubbed her abdomen against it from side to side." She said in an expectant tone, "Now?" I shook my head and gave her a loving smile; "Not yet." I led Kim to the bed – her marital bed, and pushed her back onto the down comforter. I lay next to her for a few minutes and kissed her with renewed passion as my hands roamed over her body. Kim held and manipulated my shaft. I slipped down the bed, and moved between her legs with my tongue extended. I surrounded her vagina and clit with my tongue, touching everywhere but those two places. Kim kept moaning. I was kind, and moved into her vagina, thrusting my tongue in as far as I could, and then following up with two fingers. Kim's body went rigid as her first orgasm swept over her. Despite her obvious peak, she said nothing but groaned in pleasure. I used my fingers to find her G-spot, carefully exploring as my mouth and tongue worked patiently over her clitoris and the immediate area. When I felt the small area of different texture inside her, I focused there with my interior strokes. As I sucked on her clit, Kim arched up into my face and came again. She gasped, "Oh, jeez; how do you know how to do that. I haven't cum twice in a minute in since ... never!" After a couple of gasps for breath, she gasped again, "Ooooh, you're doing it to me ... again." Kim came hard that time, her body and cunt riding my mouth and hand in great undulations and writhing motions that I could barely keep up with. I rode her through her climax, and then slowly came to a stop so she could savor the afterglow. We both lay there panting: Kim on her back with her legs over my shoulders, and me on my knees in front of her pussy altar. I took a moment to study her quim in detail; I happen to think a woman's pussy is the prettiest phenomena on the planet, the same way a lily is one of the most beautiful flowers in both looks and aroma. I savored Kim's aroma. She had flooded the area in her juices, plus I'd added much of my own saliva. I moved up slightly, and Kim backed up on the bed. I knelt in front of her pussy and took my cock in my hand. I leaned forward and used my shaft to taunt her pussy, rubbing up and down her slit, rapping on her clit with the mushroom head, and allowing the head to pause right at the entrance to her vagina. Kim moaned and started to writhe again trying to capture my cockhead. When most of my cock was wet with her juices, I suddenly drove the cock into her; not so it would hurt her, but so we'd go from not fucking to deep penetration in a second. Kim orgasmed. She whined out, "Oh, fuck me. That is wonderful. I've waited for something like this for years." I started a slow oscillation after her orgasm slipped by, gently using a hand to massage one of her breasts and taunt her nipples. I felt sublime pleasure in the warmth and feel of her dark tunnel of love. I leaned in often and kissed her. I whispered words of love to her. I asked Kim at one point, "Should I worry about birth control?" Kim shook her head. "No. We're past that worry for several reasons." I didn't question further, I just kept a steady rhythm in and out of her body. "How long would you like to go?" "What do you mean? Don't you just cum when you cum?" "I could cum now, or I could keep doing this, bring you to many orgasms, and come in half an hour or an hour, almost whenever I want to." Kim studied my face and broke into a smile. "I want to feel a vaginal orgasm. I know from you and Don or my own hands that my clit can be pleasing in that way, but I don't think I've ever had one the other way." I kept a steady rhythm but now started to sway my hips in an irregular motion. Kim got in the spirit of the moment and started to do the same with her hips. This made subtle changes in the angle at which my shaft penetrated and rubbed against her interior walls. I pulled out. "Roll over, I know how to give you what you want." Kim rolled onto her belly, and I pulled her hips up to put her pussy on the same level as my cock as I knelt on the bed. I drove back into her body, taking aim with the tip of my dick at the imaginary target painted on her G-spot. As soon as my cockhead started to stroke across that part of her interior, Kim moaned and she looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were as big as saucers. She said, "You know exactly how to play my body like a fine musical instrument, don't you? My God, no one has ever hit that spot except you with your fingers a few minutes ago." With each stroke, I pushed incrementally harder and farther into her body. In two minutes, Kim's vagina went into spasms of delight. My cock felt like a hundred tiny fingers were massaging the shaft. She groaned out her pleasure, but I didn't stop. I spit on Kim's ass, massaging the saliva near her anal opening. Kim was now energetically thrusting her body back into my forward thrusts. This was a joint effort. Under Kim's efforts, we went faster and faster, and I knew we were building up to the 'Big One.' I prepared myself for my own orgasm, awaiting the signals from her that she had started. I felt two small spasms of her pussy and knew she was about to burst. I took a thumb and wormed it into her ass, being gentle yet insistent at the extra penetration of her other hole. More signals followed instantly as she groaned, and then a couple of seconds later her back stiffened, and she filled the house with a loud scream of joy. "OH, GOD. MAGNIFICENT. FUCKING MAGNIFICENT." The cum I'd been retaining burst from my body in an explosion worthy of a fireworks display in the Nation's capital. I surged into her cunt about ten times, pushing my sperm deep into her, splattering my juices over her G-spot, her cervix, and the rest of her pleasure cavity. I could feel the excess gush from her body around my shaft, coating our entire groins and legs in my juice plus what she'd added to our experience. Kim's body froze in position: Kim on hands and knees, legs apart, back rigid and arched, with head hung low. I froze deep inside her as my surges ceased. Kim fell away from me onto her stomach; my cock ripped from her vagina, and I think she had a smaller aftershock from that occurrence because she groaned in pleasure again. I lay down beside her and rolled her into my arms so I could kiss her. She kissed back with enthusiasm. Kim whispered with a pleading tone, "Oh, God. Please don't tell Don, but I have never in this life or any other I might have lived experienced what you just did to me in the past half hour." She sobbed, "I can't believe how much pleasure you gave me, you darling man." She studied my eyes and found sincerity and love for her there. She yanked my mouth to hers in pure desire. "Oh, Jim, I love you, I love you, I love." I held Kim, stroking her back and occasionally her front and breasts. She shivered in the afterglow with each stroke, and purred with the attention. I knew I would have to be careful as I was with all my lovers; I now owned this woman. She had become a cherished part of my life along with her daughters. She'd become a Mellon Girl. Crystal Clear Ch. 26 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Please read Chapter 25 before this one. Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim became a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with Jill his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip; but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; she left the 'adult' business and redirected her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys. Jim got blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case, and in the process Margo and an innocent suspect Caroline became Mellon Girls. In Berlin, the CIA tasked Jim with a mission in Moscow; thus. He met a beautiful Russian woman, and after his success connected with a sexy CIA agent. The entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in his concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' rewarded him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and in Ohio Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brought a noteworthy sex toy into their midst. Jim's circle headed to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert tour, Jim met PJ – a runner and songwriter the group welcomed. Urged by her circle, Claire reestablished contact with billionaire Joe Mansard and Beth; Jim joined the three of them for a long-weekend sex-filled vacation in the Galapagos Islands during which Claire received a marriage proposal that she didn't think appropriate. The group heads to the Lee's for Christmas, where Jim successfully seduces Crystal and Ellen's mother Kim, and Nadia scores with Don their Dad. Crystal Clear Ch. 26 Christmas day, I made long telephone calls to Summer, Edie, Anna, and Lauren – more of the important women in my life. One result was that Anna and I planned a long weekend in San Diego in January when I'd go down and visit her before heading off to Europe. Anna said, "I'll have your nephew and niece here on Friday night when you arrive so you can see how big they're getting, but Saturday morning their father is picking them up. They won't be home until after school on Monday." We also agreed that I'd bring one or two friends along; Anna said she'd ensure her fuck buddy Mark arrived on Saturday too. Based on my comments about the movie we were doing, Downslope, Lauren suggested a ski weekend in New England so she could join Crystal and me. Crystal was still a novice skier, but making progress for the outdoor scenes in the movie whose theme involved much skiing. I also promised Lauren we'd do it before the snowmelt had occurred although I couldn't guess when. Her invitation reminded me of a time long past when Karen and I had driven up to Vermont to ski; Lauren had joined us for a 'platonic' weekend ski holiday. If only I'd known then what I know now. Summer and George thanked me for the parcels of presents we'd sent for Little Jim and Little Crystal (and their mom and dad). I thanked them for allowing us to spoil our namesakes as well as their parents. We talked about them maybe coming out to the west coast on a vacation while we were doing some clean up work on the film or some recordings in the west coast studios. Edie was there at the Ellis' home, so I also got to have a long chat with her. Don and Kim pleaded with us to stay through New Years. We were having so much fun we honored their request. When we did leave, everyone promised to get together more often than once a year. Crystal, Ellen, PJ, and Claire got Kim and Don to promise to fly to the west coast for a holiday. Nadia suggested that Don and Kim drive to Nashville to 'spend some time with her' taking care of the house; she promised them a good time. Don's eyes danced when he accepted her offer. Kim offered to let him make that trip alone so he didn't have any 'distractions.' Crystal Clear Ch. 26 PJ stayed up all night and worked on the song. I encouraged her to come to bed with us around midnight, but she wanted to work until she was happy with the completed product. When I got up to run at six o'clock in the morning, PJ was asleep bent over the keyboard with a pile of handwritten music and lyrics in front of her. From what I could see on the piano easel, she'd finished. I picked up PJ, and she woke enough to nestle into my arms. I carried her small body into the master bedroom and lay her in the place I arose from only moments before. The space probably still radiated my body heat. I tucked her in, and she went right back asleep with a smile on her face. I whispered 'I love you' to her, and then went outside, ran seven miles, and meditated for twenty minutes. Crystal Clear Ch. 27 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim became a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with Jill his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip; but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; she left the 'adult' business and redirected her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys. Jim got blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case, and in the process Margo and an innocent suspect Caroline became Mellon Girls. In Berlin, the CIA tasked Jim with a mission in Moscow; thus. He met a beautiful Russian woman, and after his success connected with a sexy CIA agent. The entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in his concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' rewarded him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and in Ohio Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brought a noteworthy sex toy into their midst. Jim's circle headed to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert tour, Jim met PJ – a runner and songwriter the group welcomed. Urged by her circle, Claire reestablished contact with billionaire Joe Mansard and Beth; Jim joined the three of them for a long-weekend sex-filled vacation in the Galapagos Islands during which Claire received a marriage proposal. The group heads to the Lee's for Christmas, where Jim successfully seduces Crystal and Ellen's mother Kim, and Nadia scores with Don their Dad. Crystal and Jim skied and made love with Lauren, and play in her hot tub. PJ writes a hit song. Crystal Clear Ch. 27 Luck was with me. When I fell, my totally out of control skis turned downhill towards the next marker. I hit a mogul, and it bounced my body up from my nearly prone turtle-like position on my back. I pulled myself forward, felt my ski edges bite again, and finished the turn at probably about seventy miles an hour. Suddenly, the slope opened up. A couple of other trails merged with the one I'd been on, the slope gentled out first to about thirty degrees, and then twenty, and suddenly I felt totally in control and I slowed my speed even more. I made a couple of pretend shots at a nonexistent helicopter and at pursuers that had long disappeared behind me. Next, in the distance, I saw the area where the bottom of the 'hill' film crew had set up in the open. A large flag flew with the word "End" on it. I passed the flag at around a hundred feet per second, and schussed to a stop in a long sweeping curve back up the hill ending next to the camera site. I sidestepped over to the camera crew and dismounted from my skis. My legs were shaking. My insides were shaking. My hands shook so badly from the fear I'd felt the entire ski run they were useless. The film crew was still filming up the hill. One of the production crew said to me, "Where are the others? You must have left 'em in the dust, man." Over a minute went by, and we were approaching the end of the second minute when one by one my Ninja pursuers appeared with weapons drawn, heading down the mountain. They passed the flag, and pulled up behind the camera crew as I had. One of the Ninja's pulled off his goggles and came up to me. He got right in my face and stared at me. "You are one fucking insane leading actor. I'm an expert skier – we all are. You had to be going a hundred-twenty or more down that mountain – maybe more. Fuck man! And, I have never seen anyone fly over an entire mogul field – just never. Shit; we had to bounce off every one of those suckers just to try to keep up with you. And you jumped like – I can't believe it. You went way out past the shallow jumps; you wouldn't have fallen so far if you hadn't been going so fast. You dropped a couple of hundred feet on that first jump; I hope the camera caught it – you were spectacular! You are one crazy man. I don't ever want to chase you down the hill again." With that, he turned and stomped away with his skis over his shoulder. His colleagues also shook their heads in disbelief at my ski run. I shook my head and shrugged in disbelief at my ski run too. Just before I turned to ski down a gentle slope to the ski bus that would take us where we needed to be, I heard Mark Ang's voice come over a loud speaker near the camera crew. "Great shots all the way down the mountain. No need for a retake. Pack up for the day. Helicopter crew; we're done for today." I watched the hovering helicopter turn and head north to Berne. A few hours later, after dinner, many of us sat in the common room of our inn. Mark and a couple of the camera crew had commandeered the television set in the inn's living room to show us the clips from the various cameras during my ski run. I sat with Crystal and Claire on either side of me. The raw footage of my run down the mountain started to play in sequence from each of the cameras that had caught me racing by. For the next fifteen minutes either Claire, Crystal, or both were shrieking or screaming warnings to me on the screen. I'd never heard either one of them swear so much in one sitting. Crystal started to cry. She'd turn to me for a second and yelled, "You idiot!" But then, she couldn't take her eyes off the screen as the shots from the next camera appeared. Claire covered her eyes when I started through the copse of trees; Crystal screamed, "OH, FUCKING, NO! TREES!" My girlfriend didn't use the 'f' word very often, so this must really be a rough situation. I thought how I'd had much the same reaction six hours earlier. In hindsight, I wondered how I had survived the treacherous ski run down the expert's expert trail. The jumps had been beautifully filmed from the side, catching me shooting over the edge into open air and flying for many seconds, before landing on the steep slope below and accelerating away from the camera. The shot of me flying over the moguls was mind blowing, particularly as I hit the bottom couple of moguls at an awkward angle and had to correct. I never knew my body could contort the way it did in that scene. No wonder I was sore. The Ninja's had started fifteen seconds behind me, but by the bottom of the hill I'd added another minute-and-a-half to our spacing. The screen finally went blank. Everyone turned to me with a look of awe on their face. I just shrugged. One of the other Ninja's said, "Man, you are suicidal." Another said, "I've been to two winter Olympics, and I have never seen downhill skiing like you did. You're an expert's expert. Congrats on a great run. You should save these tapes; they'll make you famous." Everyone laughed. Mark Ang walked over and shook my hand. "Jim, this afternoon you gave us the most fantastic ski run in recorded history. That run just popped the movie into the really 'big time.' I doubt anyone will ever be able to duplicate that. You raised the bar very high. Thank you." Crystal stood as I did, and punched my arm really hard. She said in a loud angry voice, "Jerk! I thought you promised me you wouldn't take deadly risks." She stomped out of the room with an angry look on her face. Claire followed her with a worried look. I saw Ellen slip out behind them. I figured I'd better give them a little time to cool down before I tried to patch things up. I hung out downstairs at our inn hoping Crystal would come back and cut me some slack about my run down the mountain. After all, I had lived through it. Instead, Ellen came back down about two hours after Crystal disappeared. I gave her a questioning look, breaking off a chat with Mark. Mark took that as an excuse to leave and go up to bed. As she approached, Ellen shook her head and said in a near whisper, "No, she's still mad at you ... and, you won't like what she's been up to." "Huh? What?" Ellen sighed, "She's stoned. I don't know where she got it from, but as soon as we got upstairs she pulled out a couple of doobies and stoked up. She's smoked on and off for the past two hours. She blotto, to put it mildly. I don't think she knows what planet she's on. I couldn't get her to stop, until a few minutes ago when she had to go to the bathroom. I confiscated her stash and hid it. I don't know how best to get rid of it, but she won't find it." I thought about our drug-free past, "She's never done anything like that. Where'd this come from?" Ellen said, "I kept asking her, and all she would tell me was she'd gotten 'cozy' with 'a source'. She wouldn't tell me who. She also kept saying this would make her 'happy' although you had pissed her off, and when I asked her to stop, she said it was all just done for 'fun.' She kept repeating the word 'fun.'" Crystal and I had agreed to a drug-free relationship almost from the first day we met. I couldn't imagine that she'd gotten so mad at me that she'd fallen off that wagon. I stood up and said, "Maybe I'd better talk to her. This is not anything like the Crystal I know." Ellen said, "Save your breath. She is so stoned she won't listen to reason. She's happy and probably going to go to sleep if she isn't asleep already. She was really mellow when I came down ... except about your ski run." I asked her, "Have you guys done this before?" "NO," Ellen practically shouted. "Sure, we've stoked up a few times, but that was years ago in college. I agreed with what you two agreed, and that is to stay drug-free. I think the strongest thing I've had since then has been an Advil, and I haven't seen Crystal take anything stronger either – until today." I dropped back into the chair. "I don't like this. I'll have to talk to her tomorrow." Crystal Clear Ch. 27 When I stayed with Jed for a few days during my famous road trip, I'd connected with Sally and four other women who had since moved on from Jed's program. Not only were they worldly and poised, they had lovemaking skills that far surpassed anything most of us might find. I eagerly awaited their visit and knew the others in my circle would enjoy themselves. Saturday had been scheduled as a non-working day by the film crews along with Sunday, so I took the rack railway down the mountain, got a hire car, and went to the Berne Airport. The airport was a modest little one-runway airport, exceptionally clean that catered to small jets and turboprop planes, both scheduled and charters. A few private aircraft dotted the other side of the airfield. Jed's plane touched down at ten-forty in the morning, taxied back to the gate, lowered its walkway, and the fifty or so passengers on the plane disembarked. I saw Jed in the middle of the crowd, carefully shepherding three of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I noticed that people on the airplane turned back to catch an additional glimpse of the women, particularly the men. I waved, Jed saw me, and in seconds he'd cleared through the airport security and we were warmly greeting one another. Close behind him came the three women. In earlier days, I would have called them 'Babes,' but Crystal told me that objectified women and not to use the term. The three were 'Babes.' They were all tens on a ten-point scale; Bo Derek eat your heart out, you might have only been a six or seven at best on their scale. Jed introduced me to Janice, Lea, and Samantha. I couldn't help but stare at each woman, trying to soak up their radiance and beauty in some way so that I'd never forget how they looked. Janice extended her hand with a friendly smile. She was blond, but with darker eyebrows; had dimples on each side of her gorgeous smile as well as a small dimple in the middle of her chin. She was about Crystal's height, and had a homespun air about her. Lea had light brown hair, a lot of it, but her most outstanding feature was her eyes. They were the bluest of blues and slightly larger than normal, so you stared into her soul each time you looked at her, and she looked deeply into your inner most being. Lea was trim, short, and busty. Her neck had an angularly quality to it that highlighted her face. Did I mention she was busty? Samantha was the tallest of the three with dark brown hair that hung down below her waist. Her nose turned up slightly; her lips looked succulent; and her eyes were dark and deep, the kind that draw you into her. Sam, as she told me to call her, was the shapeliest of the three, but that's not to take anything away from the others. Each of the three wore spike heels, nylons, either a pretty dress or skirt-blouse combination, and a tasteful winter coat. Various scarves and gloves served to highlight their appearance, and I could guess that each had been carefully chosen to blend with their skin tone. Each girl's makeup had been meticulously applied so it brought forth salient features without even suggesting it had been over used. Janice and Sam took my arms, and we followed Jed and Lea to the luggage carousel to reclaim their suitcases. After they'd picked up a modest size suitcase each, I asked, "Where is your ski paraphernalia and the rest of your clothing?" Janice laughed, "We shipped it by express mail. We hope it's already at the hotel. If not, we'll have to ski in our pajamas." Lea commented in an alluring tone, "You know I don't wear pajamas!" Sam said in a husky voice with a side glances at me, "Me neither. I sleep nude." Jed shook his head in mock dismay, and then broke into a contented grin. Crystal Clear Ch. 27 Both women now sat in rapt attention at my story. I continued, "In my grief, as you probably know from Jed and maybe a news article or two, I rebuilt an old motorcycle that had belonged to my father before he died and started on a road trip that took me to forty-eight states – I visited Jed along the way. I'd quit my job; it didn't mean anything to me any more. I didn't know what I'd do when I ran out of money, but for a while I was poor, jobless, and a lone rider on a rebuilt 1988 Harley Davidson Heritage Softail meandering from place to place, seeing a few friends along the way and meeting new friends – nothing specific." "In Tennessee, I ran into Crystal and gave her a ride to an important recording session. That day, in those few hours, she changed my life forever. The most important thing that happened that day wasn't that I started to sing country music, or that I met Terry who would make me a star and even get me into movies. No, the most important thing was that Crystal and I fell in love with each other. We clicked. Instantly." Lea said, "But you have all these other women around you? Does that take away from how you love Crystal?" I said, "Does it? Do you have brothers or sisters?" Both Lea and Janice had siblings. I asked, "Who did your parents love more?" A long silence ensued. Janice broke it, "My parents loved all three of us. From day to day it might be different, but I always knew I was loved." Lea validated the same conclusion about her family. "Ah, so your parents loved more than one person at a time." Janice protested, "But that's different. We were their children. They had to love us." "Did they?" Lea backed me up, "No. I had friends whose parents didn't love them in favor of another child they had, and other friends whose parents didn't love them at all." I said, "Incest aside, the more love your parents put out the more they got back. Your mothers loved your fathers and all of you. There's no limit to the number of people you can love. The more you give away; the more you get back." "But we get jealous of each other?" "Why?" "Err, umm, well, we see something happen and we're not part of it, or someone has something that we want. So we feel bad." I posited, "What if you saw someone you love having a joyful experience in their life; how would you feel?" "Glad for them. Happy. Maybe as happy as they were ... possibly even happier." "What if they were making love to someone else?" In a knee jerk reaction, Lea said, "I'd feel jealous." "What's the difference?" After a silence, Janice said in a small voice, "There doesn't have to be a difference does there? We could feel just as happy seeing someone we love being loved by someone else as we did when it happened to us." I supported her, "Sure. Did you ever see your parents kissing or making out?" Both women nodded. I asked, "How'd you feel?" Lea said, "Glad, happy, romantic, warm inside, maybe a little embarrassed to have caught them, but overall good." Janice agreed. I asked, "Did you get jealous?" Both women said "No." "What you felt is called 'compersion.' Now just carry that to your own lives and romances." I thought for a minute and probed, "You each make love with Jed. How do you feel about each other?" Lea said, "That's different. We have assigned nights to be with him. I guess you might say we have expectations that are usually met." I asked, "But aren't you all affectionate with him and each other during the day and at other times? Aren't there some spontaneous times for each of you?" Janice said, "Yes, and when I see Lea or Sam or Sally or Nicky making out with Jed, I feel glad because I know it makes him happy." I yelled, "BINGO." My shout echoed around the mountains like a Swiss yodel. Both women laughed at my theatrics. I pushed further, "What if there were no schedule? You all just came and went in Jed's bedroom as you wanted?" "He'd need a bigger bed because all five of us would want to be with him continually." "Could he make love to all five of you?" "No. A man has limitations." She chuckled at the understatement. "Would you feel jealous of whomever he made love with?" Lea slowly said, "I think I'd feel joyful that one of my 'sisters' got to make love with him, but I'd still need a turn sometime." Janice nodded in agreement after thinking the situation. I asked, "Do you make love to each other – girl on girl?" Janice said, "Yes, but we prefer a man." I asked, "Is Jed jealous when two of you make love or kiss?" "No, he encourages us. He's told us repeatedly it makes him happy and horny." I declared, "So, now you see the kind of relationship Crystal and I have? We have extended the circle of people we love rather widely. It overlaps a lot – Crystal's and mine, but we both have significant others besides just each other, and neither of us is jealous about it." Janice said, "May I be so bold as to ask who's on your list?" I said, "Sure. You've met three of them: Crystal, Ellen – her sister, and Claire. Back in Tennessee, there's also Nadia and PJ. Then there's Cindy Wonder – another singer, Anna – my sister, Lauren – my sister from my late wife, Jill Danes – the actress, Tina Devoe – an exec at Sony, Summer Ellis – the mother of my two children, Nancy Martin – a friend who works in the government, Margo – a detective in London, Caroline– a young debutante, Tanya LeBed – a pretty Russian chauffeur, and many others. I'm not bragging, I'm trying to show you how open you can be in your loving and how compersion works." "But you don't have exclusive relations with any of them," Lea protested. "Right. We don't hold each other back from reaching our potential or growing. It's about expectations; we never formed expectations about exclusivity. We each care deeply about each other, and support each other's growth in mind, body, and spirit, even where sexual relations are involved because that's the proving ground of the philosophy – the place where it all comes together." I went on, "I try to meet the expectations of each person. If I sense they are creating an unspoken contract that I haven't signed onto, I try to make sure we bring it out in the open; that way, no one gets disappointed in some way. For instance and as you might expect, I've had several women 'presume' that we were getting into an exclusive, monogamous relationship that would lead to marriage; I had to bring out into the open their assumptions and turn it around to be more realistic with what I was thinking that was none of that." Janice jerked my arm around her shoulder and held it to her breast although it was buried under several layers of clothing. She said, "Well then, I think I'm in love with you and your philosophy. Right now, you've given us a lot to think about." I noticed how she used the term 'us,' assuming a leadership role of some kind with Lea and probably Samantha. Lea studied us for a while, and then she too cuddled in and did the same thing with my other arm and my other hand. There was a lot more than a handful underneath Lea's sweaters. We quietly sat for a while, looked at the impressive mountains in front of us, and watched some of the skiers pass by a hundred yards away. The day had turned out to be so beautiful. Crystal Clear Ch. 28 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim became a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with Jill his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip; but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; she left the 'adult' business and redirected her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys. Jim got blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case, and in the process Margo and an innocent suspect Caroline became Mellon Girls. In Berlin, the CIA tasked Jim with a mission in Moscow; thus. He met a beautiful Russian woman, and after his success connected with a sexy CIA agent. The entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in his concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' rewarded him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and in Ohio Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brought a noteworthy sex toy into their midst. Jim's circle headed to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert tour, Jim met PJ -- a runner and songwriter the group welcomed. Urged by her circle, Claire reestablished contact with billionaire Joe Mansard and Beth; Jim joined the three of them for a long-weekend sex-filled vacation in the Galapagos Islands during which Claire received a marriage proposal. The group heads to the Lee's for Christmas, where Jim successfully seduces Crystal and Ellen's mother Kim, and Nadia scores with Don their Dad. Crystal and Jim skied and made love with Lauren, and play in her hot tub. PJ writes a hit. Crystal, Jim, and Claire head to Switzerland to film a movie where Jim does a dangerous but outstanding ski run. Friends Jed, Samantha, Lea, and Janice join up with them to tap Jim's skills in lovemaking for Jed's 'students.' Crystal Clear Ch. 28 Sam nodded and smiled at me. Janice reached down and grabbed ahold of my swinging penis that stood at ninety degrees to my body. She started to go down on me. I said, "What are you holding in your hand?" She paused and said, "A penis." I looked at Lea. She said, "A penis?" Sam said, "Errr, a dick?" I explained to the three of them, "No, this is a cock. A 'cock' is a sexy word to a guy. It's macho and smacks of masculinity, and if you're as far as Janice is, holding a 'cock' in your hand, you want your lover to be as masculine as you can make him." They all nodded. I took my middle finger, and inserted it into Janice's pussy so the other two could see. I said, "Where is my finger?" Janice panted in a hoarse whisper we could all hear, "It's in my vagina, and it feels really good." Lea laughed and said, "How about in her pussy." Sam got on the agenda, "No, it's in her cunt." "Right. Learn the dirty words for every aspect of the sex you want to excel at, and use them vociferously in your lovemaking session. So you aren't just making love, you're ...?" Janice said, "Fucking or screwing or shagging." Lea replied, "Jerking your huge cock off in my cunt." After thinking for a moment, Sam added with a touch of humor, "Pushing your man meat up my quaking quim." "Now, you're getting with the action," I laughed encouragingly. "Do you like dirty talk?" Each said, "I love it. It turns me on." I said, "So there's a place for the crudeness, and that seems to be when the sex organs are visible and the playtime has started. Be a little more careful of using in foreplay, pick your words carefully. A guy would still like to hear the object of his affection whisper to him while just sitting around reading or something, 'Honey, I've been sitting here thinking about how wonderful you cock would feel right now if were deep in my tight little pussy.'" Janice held her arms up to me and said, "Come put your cock in my cunt, lover. I need your cum deep inside me. I want to feel you leaking out after you fill me." I smiled at her and moved between her legs. Before she could prepare, I pushed my cockhead into her vagina, sliding my engorged cock right up her alley to full depth. Janice's mouth formed a large silent 'O' until I started to pump back and forth. I knew from my finger action she was more than lubricated and ready for my fast action. I nodded to Janice, and she went back to being a student. "Oh, your big cock is so huge. It's ripping my pussy out of my body with every beautiful stroke you take. I can feel you twitch against my G-spot. Oh, you are so stimulating. When I cum ... oh, fuck, I'm going to cum all ... over ... you ... right ... NOW!" With that, Janice squirted a mass of clear girl juice into our union. Some flew up and splashed on my chest, some shot to both sides of her as she writhed, splashing Lea and Sam who lay beside her on the bed. Most, splashed back on her body, coating her abdomen and breasts with the sexual liquid. Janice grabbed me, pulled me down so she could plaster a volcanic kiss on me, and then she hugged me to her body as the climatic spasms passed through her. I rose and turned to Lea and Sam gesturing to Janice's female ejaculate, "Clean it up, fast; before it evaporates or runs off onto the bed. Use your tongues." They both lunged forward onto Janice's body with tongues extended, sucking up the fluid. I urged them, "Put on a show for me. If this was a ménage a trois or foursome, right now you'd want to heat up the room and your lovers even more than they already are." After a minute, I asked, "Well, what does it taste like?" I'd already tasted the fluid and knew it was wonderful. Lea and Sam confirmed my observation, and then went back to licking their friend and housemate. I watched as both women sucked Janice's nipples into their mouths, bringing them to a rigid state. Janice clearly had gone to some heaven. I pulled out of Janice, and Sam moved into her cunt with tongue extended and started to lap at her friend. The initial reticence of the girls to be together in my presence seemed to be fading. I had noticed that Lea had slightly larger labia lips than the other two women. I lay back and pulled Lea up over me. Sam watched from between Janice's legs. We kissed briefly, and then I explained, "Lea's pussy lips are so inviting, I want to show you an erotic way to use them. Lea, lower your body slowly down on mine." As she did, I held my cock down against my body and spread her lips with my other hand. Soon enough, my cock had been partially enveloped by her lips, the cockhead sticking out in the air pointing up my body. I said, "Now, rotate your hips slightly while you keep contact with my cock. Get your clit into the action; rub it across my dick. Make yourself cum by massaging my cock with your clit." Lea nodded, and slowly began to slide her body back and forth over mine, my cock trapped beneath her thrusting cunt. Her large breasts swayed in sync with her motion. I watched as her eyes slowly close to savor the pleasure she'd started to create for herself. She sped up slightly once she got a sense of the required action. On some rotations of her hips I could see her clit emerge, but then she'd pull it back to drag across the length of my cock again. I talked dirty to her, "Drag your little cunt across my cock, darling. Feel all that stimulation radiating into your hot little body -- right into your little clit. Feel your breasts on display for us to watch, and soon someone will start sucking on them. They're beautiful. You're beautiful, and sexy, and you fuck like a mink, and I love feeling your pussy lips on my cock. Don't you want to feel my long dick deep inside you? We can do that, after you cum this way. I want to fuck you until you see stars you never knew were there." I went on at some length, and suddenly Lea's back stiffened, her head fell back, she squeaked into a long moan, and her gasp for air could be heard across the room. She came. I pulled her down to me pressing her breasts against my chest. She slowly relaxed, and I showered kisses on her face and neck. As Lea recovered, she asked in a low voice, "Can I put you in me now?" I nodded. She rose slightly, grabbed my rigid and sexually swollen cock in her small hand, held it at the entrance to her wet love nest, and skewered herself with my shaft. "Ooooh, fuck that feels so good, ... oh, really, so unbelievably good. So did the orgasm I got doing you the other way. I'll do that more. That's so different ... I can see how a guy could get off on that, even just watching me do that." We fucked for a few moments. Sam and Janice kneeled beside us, so I paused and pointed at Lea's large breasts. Each of the other women fondled a breast and latched their mouth over one of Lea's large areolas and started suckling, licking, and gnawing at her breasts. Lea's hands moved to cradle their heads. She looked angelic. I restarted my pumping action, but making much smaller strokes so I didn't disturb their ministrations. I said to the girls, "Let me show you something else that maybe you already do. You can bring yourself off while you're making love. It's sexy, and men like it because they like you having orgasms while you're riding their cocks. It may even bring them off. Lea do it." Her hand dropped down to her pussy so it was right above my cock. She slowly massaged her clit with her hand, but her speed slowly increased. She looked deep into my eyes. I told her, "Don't be afraid to touch my cock as you do that? You can even feel me going in and out of you, or grab ahold of it, pull me out, and use the shaft to rub you clit, and then put me back into your cunt. Do what you need to do to cum." Lea followed my directions. My cock rated a '10' on my ten-point scale, so I couldn't get harder, but I did feel increased sensitivity to my lover as she did this. I told them, "If you have a considerate lover, he may reach between you and diddle your clit as well, maybe using his thumb like this." I nudged her hand away from her cunt as I took my right hand, positioned it, and used the thumb to excite Lea's clitoris. Lea warned, "Oh, God, Jim, I'm going to cum again. So soon? I've never had sex like this before. This is all so ... sexy ... Oooooooh, Gooooooood." She closed her eyes, and soon another climax hit her like a lightning stroke. Her back arched, and soon she was quaking in my arms savoring the afterglow. This time, after some cuddling and kissing I rolled Lea to her side. Lea looked up at me with gooey eyes of love. I looked at Sam. She said, "Good things 'cum' to those who wait, right?" I caught her emphasis on the word cum, and grinned back. "What's your favorite position?" Sam rolled onto her back and smiled up at me, "Missionary or thereabouts. I want to be able to look up at you, but I also want you driving into me as hard as you can when you're ready to cum -- and I want to feel that cum arriving inside me." I liked her dirty talk. I slipped inside her on a fast stroke to her delight and gasp of joy. I went right to work. All this sexual talk had gotten to me, and I wanted to cum in the worst way now. Having three beautiful nude women next to me positively raised my libido to new heights. Lea and Janice started to suck on Sam's breasts. I pantomimed that Janice should sit on Sam's face, so she did, facing me. We could kiss. I dragged Lea's hand down to Sam's clit, and she started to frig her friend at a rapid pace. I urged them, "Do what you'd like done to you." Sam told me she felt an orgasm coming on. Lea and Janice moved aside. I removed any mental barrier to my own climax, and we hit a peak together. Just prior to my ejaculations, my hips had moved so fast my body had been a blur to the human eye. I slammed into Sam, the consistent slaps of our body together resonating around the room. I came with an overdose of cum deep into Sam's pussy, some seeping out around the edge of my twitching cock and running down Sam's cheeks and legs. I popped out after a minute. I commanded in my dominant voice, "Janice, clean my cock with your mouth. Lea, clean up Sam's pussy." The two sprung into action without hesitation. When Janice had finished with my cock, she moved in with Lea to try to suck my load from her housemate's cunt. I think Lea squirmed to another orgasm, and then all was quiet. Janice said, "I can't believe you. You made love to us, taught us how to do it better, taught us how to enjoy each other -- forced the issue, and I feel so good right now I never want to leave this bed with you three. I want to keep doing this the rest of my life." The others nodded in agreement. Lea said, "I've never eaten so much cum before. You're not bad." As I looked as these stunning women, I could already feel a resurgence of interest in my love stick. Lea noticed too and started to stroke and fondle me. I felt that Janice had lost out on a serious intercourse. I eyed her, and she pointed down at her twat; I nodded. Janice said to Lea, "Let me suck on that for a minute and then I'm going to catch the next one." She moved in as Lea gave up her action, inhaled my piece, and brought me back to a '9'. She nudged me back on the bed and mounted me, allowing me to slide deep inside her on the first stroke. She moved about slowly, doing marvelous things with her hips and rubbing her tits in my face. I said, "Oh, I like your creativity and your extra motions -- very erotic." She leaned forward and held a breast up for me to suck. I latched on as I fondled the other with a hand. Her nipple tasted like honey for some reason. I said, "You taste divine. Did you do something?" She nodded and whispered, "I diluted some honey at the end of my shower and rubbed it around my breasts, 'just in case' somebody got interested enough to want to taste them." "Very creative. Very erotic. Nice." I gave an extra thrust up into her body, and she squeaked out a little sound of surprise. I said to her, "I could go for a long time, an hour or more, or I could make this very short. What's your pleasure?" Janice said, "I'd like you to be fast and rough with me, but surely not for an hour. I'd be so sore I couldn't do anything the rest of the trip. Maybe fifteen minutes worth?" She glanced at a bedside clock radio. I nodded, and then sat up, cupping Janice's ass as I did. I rotated to the edge of the bed, and she looked puzzled. I stood up holding her, and then started to raise and drop her onto my cock with great force and speed. The action was rough and physical. Janice mumbled in a voice physically jarred by our exertions, "Oh, shit. What did I just ask for?" After a minute of that, I dropped her off of my cock onto the bed on her back. I drove my cock into her suddenly, and on the outstroke pulled her legs together to make her pussy grasp my cock more tightly. I put her legs over one shoulder, and went to town at high speed slamming my body into hers. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the room. I dropped a hand to her neck, and gently squeezed giving the illusion of a possible choke if she misbehaved. Janice's eyes got big. I kept on stroking my piston into her chamber at high speed. This felt marvelous, and I could tell I was doing something wonderful for Janice. After a couple of minutes of that, I maneuvered us into reverse cowgirl, and pummeled upwards into her body with long rapid strokes. I was working up a sweat and so was Janice. She gave as rough as she took, launching her cunt back at me with thrusting motions of her hips. I turned her around on top of me without her pulling off my cock, so she was back in our cowgirl position. This time, my speed went up even further. I slapped her ass and her breasts, more for the sound effect than for any pain. Janice's eyes got bigger at that. I grabbed both nipples and pulled them hard away from her body; her breasts extended outward several inches, and I felt sure I induced a little pain in her from my grasp. She didn't complain, but pushed her chest out into my hands. I put both hands on her throat for a minute. I rolled us over to a missionary position with me over her and drove hard into her body. I stopped a couple of times to spit on her cunt for lubrication and to tease her with the lewd act. Twice, I spit on her chest and rubbed the saliva into her skin. With a devilish look, she spit back at me hitting my neck and chest. I replied by spitting directly into her open mouth before I dove in and kissed her with renewed passion; she liked that. I rested my hand on her neck again in a veiled threat. Every fiber in her beautiful body was responding in some way to my attack. She made her own attack with nails across my back, and pounding on my sides or shoulders with her hands. She'd yell, "Harder. Faster. More. I can take it. Pound me." The entire time we fucked, we were practically shouting dirty talk at each other, calling each other names -- slut, cunt, whore -- dick, prick, ass, jack off, McDreamy -- fuck me, dig that cock into my cunt, drill me, slap my ass with your balls -- the words poured out without a second thought from both of us. The dirtier the better. I practically shouted, "Janice, slut, you'd better be ready to cum in about thirty seconds, or else you're going to be left at the wayside wishing you had." I thrust extra hard into her vagina to show her I was serious. She nodded, and rotated her hips more rapidly into my rough downward thrusts. She was jamming her body upwards against me, as hard as I pounded down into hers. I became dimly aware of the bed's headboard pounding against the wall with our every stroke. We were making a helluva racket. I announced, "I'm cumming, Babe. Here it is. Take it. Take my cum." I made ten last lunges into her body, feeling a major ejaculation of semen deep inside her with each thrust. By the tenth and last lunge, I could feel the cum squirting from around my cock as I hammered into Janice's quim. I yelled, "OH FUUUCCCKKK!" Janice came too; her orgasm resulted in pain on my back from her nails that dug in deep. She held on for all she was worth as we crested, and froze in place. Janice's arms were locked around my neck holding her body almost completely off the bed. Her entire body spasmed against me repeatedly over the next sixty seconds, pulsating as the waves of pleasure kept sweeping into her soul -- into my soul. She was truly out of control. We were dripping in sweat, smelled of sex and natural body odor, our juices oozed from several places and added to the room's aromas, and our spit dripped down each other's breasts and chests. I glanced at the clock; exactly fifteen minutes had gone by since we started. After a long minute, Janice fell back with an amazed look on her face, and a look of love at me. She shook her head in disbelief, "Now, I really am in love with you. You've got me, big time, the rest of my life, whenever you want me, wherever, anyway, anyhow. Wow! I have never had an experience like that in my life, and I'm now afraid I never will again. You are magnificent. Now, I see what Jed was talking about when he said you had the Ph.D. in lovemaking." I fell beside her, and pulled her on top of me with some very tender kisses compared to the previous ones I'd given her during our bout of passion. Our lips were nearly bleeding from those earlier kisses. I just whispered, "I love you. You were divine -- truly a goddess of love. I definitely want to do that again." She was a phenomenal lover. We'd forgotten about Lea and Samantha. They'd cuddled together as they watched us. Lea said in a daring voice, "That was wild -- the most erotic fifteen minutes in my life, and way better than porn. We both came when you did; how could we not -- we so identified with you two." Sam said, "I want some of that too, but not right now." She was closest to me. She rolled me onto my side slightly, and I pulled Janice's drooling body against me again. I watched as Lea slipped down the bed so she could suck my cum from Janice's cunt. I felt Sam's tongue run over my shoulder blade and some stinging pain from the area. I said, "Ouch! What are you doing?" Sam rubbed my arm gently and said, "You're back is bleeding. I'm tasting your blood, and hoping it'll stop soon. It is slowing down. I'm hoping that whatever you have in your bloodstream just entered mine, because that's the way I want to make love the rest of my life." She gestured behind me, "Oh, dear, your blood is on the sheet." I turned the other way, and saw several long streaks of blood from my back across the sheets I'd just been lying on. Janice's nails had done a job on my back; she quickly looked at my back by turning my body and apologized profusely. I told her I wouldn't have traded a second of what we did for a lesser event. We kissed passionately again, and then I moved to include Lea and Sam. Crystal Clear Ch. 28 Knowing our filming was ending, Ellen had scheduled us to leave the next morning, catching a flight from Zurich to JFK, with a connection to Nashville. Jed and the three women he arrived with to vacation for a week in Switzerland had mixed it up with our crew all week during the times we weren't filming. Terry and Mark had been part of the mix besides Crystal, Ellen, Claire, and Barry -- our support actor. I think everybody got to have an intimate time with everyone else, and some good and long-lasting friendships were made. I thought a romance or two might blossom from the connections made during the week. Jed looked at his companions, "Well, we do have another week and a half before classes start again. What do you think?" Sam, Lea, and Janice all voted to go to Nashville with us. Jed broke into a smile. I could tell, he wanted to go too; he just didn't want to make an autocratic decision. Part of his charm school for pretty women involved getting them to stand firmly on their own two feet and not delegating their 'rights' to the unworthy, especially not making an automatic move to let a male decide for them. Ellen collected their tickets and headed off to her Internet connection so she could rearrange their flights so they transited through Nashville on the way to Des Moines, where they'd left a car at the airport to get back home to Iowa City and the University. Ellen came back about a half hour later. "I got us all in first-class all the way, so we'll practically have those cabins all to ourselves." She turned to Jed, "I hope you don't mind, and don't feel you have to pay us back, but I cashed in a bunch of our frequent flyer miles to upgrade you. It's no big deal to us at the rate we accumulate mileage." Jed and the girls expressed their thanks. Janice had been sitting with my arm around her. She turned and kissed me. She whispered, "I am so going to thank Ellen for that later, probably with a couple of orgasms. I have never flown first-class. This'll be such a treat." She lapped her lips in anticipation. I speculated she was more enthralled with an excuse to be eating Ellen again than she was with the upgrade. I felt Janice shudder in anticipation. Before our large group left our suite to go to dinner, all the women lined up, dropped their pants and undies down their legs and pulled up their sweaters, blouses, and bras. I purposely took a picture cutting off their heads in the photo and sexted it to Nadia and PJ with the news that we would ALL be home tomorrow with four additional friends staying with us. A little while later, I got a return sext of two female pussies stuffed with two engorged cocks. The accompanying message said, 'Can't wait. We've been having fun while you've been gone. The more, the merrier. Love us.' I wondered what we'd find when we got home. I also wondered who belonged to the two cocks, although I could guess. As things worked out, we left Wengen for Zurich after dinner on Friday night. Our trans-Atlantic flight left on the early side from Zurich, so we opted to stay at a motel at the airport. There were no suites, so we just split up along convenient and desirous lines, and went to bed. I had Ellen and Janice, so I got to watch Janice make good on her earlier promise about thanking Ellen by giving her multiple orgasms. Saturday was spent in airplanes, and I had a sore butt when we got to Nashville. Ellen had arranged for two limousines to transport us to Crystal's home, and we knew from an email that Nadia, our sexpot housekeeper, had a festive dinner arranged. Claire left us in New York to join Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth for a few days in the Big Apple. She had rebuffed his proposal of marriage, but conceded that she would 'date' him and see how things went. She had told him their arrangement should not even be considered an engagement or anything more serious yet, because she was so undecided, plus she felt his proposal to her in the Galapagos had been based on insufficient knowledge of the 'New Claire.' At the risk of losing him, she'd also told him that I'd be her first choice, but somehow that hadn't deterred his feelings for her. Having left Zurich at eight in the morning, we arrived at the house at seven o'clock in the evening local time. Most of us had slept on the flight, but all of us complained about having that 'travel grime' feeling and made us want showers before bedtime. Nadia rushed out of the house to meet us in the large circular driveway in front of Crystal's home. She threw herself in my arms with great abandon as soon as I stepped out of the limo, locking her legs behind me so she could hold on and kiss me. She left no doubt that she'd missed me. The others looked on with amusement on their faces as she smothered me with kisses, and I held her tight little ass -- and, yes, it still felt like one of the few great wonders of the world. PJ came bounding out of the house as well, with equally enthusiastic welcomes for me and the others. She babbled on about how glad she was to have us back, how she'd been doing so well with Cindy Wonder and The Hobo Palace band, how we'd love some of the decorating changes she made in a few of the rooms in the house -- all with Crystal's permission of course; and, finally, how she had some other things to tell us that could wait until later. There was so much chaos at that instant I let her comment slide. Nadia and PJ also had invited for dinner and the weekend Dan -- our publicist, Billy -- our band leader, and Sean Livingston -- a newly minted graduate from the college Nadia attended and the guy who seemed to be her steady boyfriend and lover. She knew we needed more males in our midst since Mark Ang had stayed in Wengen to wrap up some things about the film, and Barry Peters, our costar, had caught a flight to LA so he could get home. Everyone had good chemistry, so I saw no problems with the additions. After we got inside, I gave Jed, Sam, Lea, and Janice a tour of the house. Crystal and I had some work done while we were away, and I was curious to see the cabinetry in a room that would become my den. Crystal's home had three large bedrooms and three smaller ones. We had an emperor bed in our suite, as well as a king-size bed. The combination easily let us comfortably sleep eight people in our suite; thus, we called it the playroom. The other large bedrooms had king beds. Another accoutrement we had in our bedroom included a spectacular walk in shower that some gyms would envy. The shower room alone was large, about twelve by twelve feet, with shower heads all around at different levels, so your entire body got sprayed, not just from the top down. The room also had a waterproof settee in the middle, clearly an aide to 'in-shower' sex. Built in wall nooks around the room held shampoos and soaps of various kinds. A dish of condoms also graced one of the shower nooks. Our guests could barely contain themselves about the shower; they all wanted to try it, and I promised a live demonstration after dinner. Also on the tour, I showed them the outdoor spa we had that could easily hold twelve people. Nadia had uncovered and fired up the tub; so steam rose off the water surface in the cool evening temperatures. Everyone wanted to try that too. I explained that we had a 'No Suits' policy about the tub, and they appreciated the house rule. Nadia told me that PJ, Sean, Dan, and she had used the new tub several times while we'd been in Europe. We agreed to postpone showers until after dinner, since Nadia and PJ were ready to serve dinner. Nadia and PJ had arranged two dining room tables together in a large square that sat three people on each side of the table. When we finally sat, we had Crystal, Ellen, Nadia, PJ, Janice, Sam, Lea, Jed, Dan, Billy, Terry, Sean, and me; seven women and six men. Nadia and PJ had made enough lasagna to easily serve thirty. They had an antipasto, salads, fresh veggies, and homemade Key Lime pies for dessert. They knew the way to a man's heart. Dinner was a hilarious and raucous affair, often with three or four conversations going on across the table simultaneously. Everyone got in the spirit of things, and the soporific affects of the air travel wore off as we ate and drank. Over dinner, Nadia brought me up to speed on her life. She was nearing graduation with her bachelor's degree, having taken course overloads, plus summer, inter-session, and home study courses. More important, she quietly told me that she and Sean had fallen in love, and were spending an increasing amount of time together. I recalled that Sean had taken her to a rather raucous fraternity toga party about a year earlier, a party where Nadia had let her 'Inner Slut' loose. She told me she'd explained to him about our open relationships that she wanted to continue her relationships with all of us and not become isolated by exclusivity. Sean had told her he felt all right about such an arrangement as long as he was number one in her life, a participant, and not shut off from her. She said they'd had many long talks about this side of things, our philosophy of living and loving, polyamory, the implications of this life style on their lives, and the cultural differences having been raised in Russia versus America. PJ updated me as well. She had finished various versions of the song she wrote entitled, Downslope, and had successfully and happily turned them over to Sony to use as the title song in the movie Crystal, Claire, and I had just finished filming. She puffed up and proudly announced that she'd written a couple of dozen more songs that Sony Music liked, and that Sony wanted Crystal and me to consider some of them for our next album or as part of the Downslope album. She had blossomed, and her pride was unbounded and well-deserved. PJ also told us about her work with The Hobo Palace band, particularly the enjoyment she got singing as the lead backup singer in the band. Cindy and PJ had become friends, and Cindy pulled PJ 'up front' with increasing frequency because the two women sang so well together. I asked her quietly, "PJ, is there something serious going on with you and Dan?" Her jaw dropped open. "Damn. Did Nadia tell you?" I shook my head negatively. She admitted, "Well, yes, we're sort of dating right now, but we've agreed to see others too. Jake Randall also is hot on my tail." PJ blushed; "Nadia and I have had Dan and Sean here together to play with us too. We've talked about polyamory, our group, and they liked the foursomes we shared. Jake is more traditional and exclusive, but he so appreciates my other skills -- my music and singing; we fit well together too. I'm uncertain which guy to lean towards." We sat and enjoyed coffee for a while; until Lea signaled to me that she wanted to use our beautiful shower room. I admitted there were many water valves around the room; our plumber had fun designing the 'behind the wall' piping when we put that in. I volunteered to show Lea the ropes, and so the two of us excused ourselves as the others continued to enjoy their animated conversations. Lea and I stripped off clothing in our bedroom between some passionate kisses. I showed her where the towels were, and led her into the shower room. I gave a half-hearted explanation of the plumbing, and got two of the 'all-body' wash jets working on the two of us. I pulled Lea to me and kissed her some more, enjoying the feeling of her nude body against mine. I'd already hardened to a '7' just watching her undress. She grabbed ahold of my cock and brought me to a '9' quite easily. I stopped her from masturbating me just as she started to kneel to give me a blowjob. I said, "Wait a bit. I want to wash you; I want you to feel the joy of someone giving you a body wash and shampoo." With those words, I went to work washing her long hair, massaging the shampoo into every strand, massaging her scalp as I went. I then the rinsed and applied conditioner, and then took a comb and carefully removed the snags as I worked through her gorgeous tresses. After that, I carefully soaped up every inch of her skin with a luxurious body wash, paying special attention to her double-D breasts and the 'V' between her legs. I held her close as I turned her around for the rinse cycle. After that, I brought her over to the padded settee in the middle of the shower room. We left the steam rising from the jets, and I lay back on the settee as Lea mounted me, our bodies still dripping. We fucked for about fifteen minutes, and then I heard voices in the other room signaling that others might join us. Lea was riding me cowgirl style at this point. Lea said in haste, "Please cum in me before the others arrive. I want one 'alone-time' orgasm with you; for all the others you've given me we've had others in bed with us. Please." I grunted and said, "OK, my pretty friend, then, get ready because in ninety seconds you will be awash in what I have in store for you." I sped up, bringing Lea to yet another orgasm -- her third in our shower time, but the first time I jettisoned a load into her body with no one else around. Just as she crested, her muscles clenched, and that was all it took to bring me to completion. I did just what she wanted; came inside her with copious amounts of my warm man juice. Lea screamed, moaned, and writhed through her climax pushing her body down into me as our final spasms met each other; and then her body went limp, and she collapsed onto my chest, her large breasts mashing against mine and her erect nipples driving like velvet spikes into my chest. I liked the feel of her large pillows. We stayed that way for quite a few minutes, kissing and doing small loving things to each other, such as stroking each other's faces or rubbing our chests together. While still joined to Lea, I heard Crystal's voice, "Oh, here they are. They're in here, ... and guess what they've been doing?" Crystal's tone teased us; however, I knew she had no doubt what we'd been doing. She came to us and planted a sexy French kiss on Lea's lips, and then on mine. When she kissed Lea, I could feel Lea's vagina twitching around my shrinking violet in response; I groaned at the fabulous sensations Crystal delivered to me by way of Lea's pussy. Dan, Jed, Janice, and Sam arrived in the shower room next. I lost sight of them, but as Crystal was kissing me, I felt someone extract my tumescent dick from Lea's pussy and start to suck on me, cleaning the remnants of our juices. I gather from Lea's gyrations and twisting that someone else had started to clean her as well. My guess turned out correct: Janice and Sam. As Lea and I separated and got off the settee, Crystal told the others, "Now you see the advantage of having this little seating area in the shower. You'd be surprised how it has energized our sex lives. I think it's Ellen and PJ's favorite place to fuck." I nodded in agreement. Lea and I went back under the shower sprays as Crystal and the others turned on still more water jets and began their own play sessions. Jed was fingering Crystal's pussy as Lea and I left to dry off; I smiled broadly at Lea and got a sly smile back assuring me she'd enjoyed the pleasure we shared. In the middle of the shower room, Dan had already sunk his cock into Janice as she lay sprawled out on the settee. Crystal Clear Ch. 28 Crystal worried me at some of our events when she disappeared and would come back a little glassy eyed. Each time, she'd come back with the distinct odor of weed permeating her clothing. I gently asked her to stop smoking, but apparently my request had no impact since I saw only an increased incidence in her participation. When I suggested that we return to a drug-free band, Crystal vetoed the idea, telling me she had everything under control and that pot was almost like alcohol and that the buzz was fun. I reluctantly capitulated the point, but decided I would continue to ride her on the issue occasionally. Claire no sooner got settled in after her Switzerland and New York adventures, than Sony Pictures called and asked whether she'd take a minor part in another film. I thought I detected Tina Devoe's hand in Claire's call, so I called her the next evening when Claire wasn't around. We both hinted at what happened, and I graciously thanked her for thinking about someone I loved in such positive terms. Tina laughed and made me promise to fuck her brains out on her outdoor balcony the next time I was in LA. I graciously accepted her proposal and promised to make good on it. One Friday evening, we had a good size contingent of people at the house sitting around. Ellen got a puzzled look on her face as she stared at me. "What's wrong, Honey?" I asked. Ellen said, "Well, it's been several months and you haven't saved anybody or been in trouble." I laughed, "So, you're thinking it's time for something outside my control to happen?" "Exactly." "Like what?" "I haven't the foggiest idea, but something will happen soon; I'm sure of it." Crystal Clear Ch. 29 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim became a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with Jill his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip; but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; she left the 'adult' business and redirected her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys. Jim got blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case, and in the process Margo and an innocent suspect Caroline became Mellon Girls. In Berlin, the CIA tasked Jim with a mission in Moscow; thus. He met a beautiful Russian woman, and after his success connected with a sexy CIA agent. The entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in his concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' rewarded him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and in Ohio Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brought a noteworthy sex toy into their midst. Jim's circle headed to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert tour, Jim met PJ – a runner and songwriter the group welcomed. Urged by her circle, Claire reestablished contact with billionaire Joe Mansard and Beth; Jim joined the three of them for a long-weekend sex-filled vacation in the Galapagos Islands during which Claire received a marriage proposal. The group heads to the Lee's for Christmas, where Jim successfully seduces Crystal and Ellen's mother Kim, and Nadia scores with Don their Dad. Crystal and Jim skied and made love with Lauren, and play in her hot tub. PJ writes a hit. Crystal, Jim, and Claire head to Switzerland to film a movie where Jim does a dangerous but outstanding ski run. Friends Jed, Sam, Lea, and Janice join up with them for Jim's skills and instruction in lovemaking. Jim's sex lessons continue in Nashville, and a sexting scandal starts. Crystal Clear Ch. 29 I thought Crystal's enthusiasm for our sexual romp was a little over the top. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there just seemed to be more than her usual enthusiasm for making love. Crystal's sweet little love box gushed still more girl juice as we fucked. I could feel her thick pussy lips reaching to grab the sides of my prick and pull it ever deeper into her. She wouldn't be satisfied until our bodies, minds, and spirits merged into a heavenly mass. Her body writhed all around me demonstrating her eagerness to feel and even intensify every aspect of our sex act. We went slow and fast; we rolled around, changing position; we put on a show for the others that were now naked and fucking while they remained voyeurs in our bedroom – Dan with PJ, Sean with Nadia, and Terry with Ellen. Crystal came over and over again. I would hear a scream of joy, feel her cunt seize up and clench my cock, and her legs would pull me deeper within her. I held off my own orgasm so I could bring her more pleasure. Crystal yelled to the others with that same enthusiasm in her voice, "More cock. I need more cock. Let me borrow you guys for a few minutes." Dan and Terry broke away from their partners, and came to Crystal, kneeling by her head. Crystal grabbed their cocks – one dripping with her sister's juices, and the other full of PJ's slickness. Sean looked uncertain about what to do, until Crystal yelled at him, "Sean, over here right now. I want your cock too." She alternated sucking on them, but often looked at me to see whether I was getting off on her unusually lewd performance of lust. As out of character for Crystal as it seemed, I was. Ellen and Nadia lay beside her and sucked on each of Crystal's breasts, bringing her nipples to such an erect state I feared they'd start oozing vital fluids from inside her. PJ focused on rubbing out Crystal's next orgasm by focusing on her clit, rapidly rubbing the area immediately above where my cock pistoned in and out of Crystal's body. Occasionally, PJ would grab my cock, lean in and suction off Crystal's juices before returning my shaft to the gaping opening of Crystal's cunt. Crystal kept pleading for 'More Cock!' More of everything. Everything we did to Crystal brought her an orgasm – a climax that would make her eyes roll up into her head for a few seconds before the wave of pleasure passed by. She swore and talked dirty to each of us, urging us on with more and rougher sex. I lost count of the number of orgasms she seemed to have. I'd been in some really raunchy situations with Crystal, and I'd never seen her so sexed up or so orgasmic. For a half-hour, Crystal organized Dan, Terry, Sean, and I into a four-man tag team. One of us would be in her ass, one in her pussy, and two of us by her mouth, and then after a few minutes we'd rotate our duties. Crystal seemed insatiable. When the gang bang broke apart, I started to pound into Crystal's open cunt as PJ massaged her clit with her fingertips, PJ's hand becoming a blur. We could all watch as Crystal built to a higher and higher peak of intensity because of all the stimulation. I felt the white hot wetness of her cunt starting to vibrate against the veins and sinew in my shaft. My pace grew even faster until even I felt amazement that my hips could move so fast as our pelvises slapped together in a rapid staccato sound almost like an automatic weapon. I briefly held my hand at Crystal's throat and then took it away, but she pulled my hand back. "Leave it there. Choke me. Make me gag on all this fabulous sex. Ooooh, no, I feel ..." Crystal shrieked, "OH, MY GOD, I'M CUMING ... CUMING BIG ... BIG CUM ... OH, FUCK ... BIG FUCKING CUM ... RIGHT NOW!" All the eye candy of the other bodies around us, the words, the sensations, our sweat, the aromas we'd made, the fluids smeared across our bodies brought us to this magnificent moment of shared orgasms. As Crystal came with an orgasm to end all orgasms, I started to blast huge buckets full of cum into her body, driving my cock deep within her as I felt each ejaculation race through my cock depositing a record amount of semen deep inside my girlfriend as they pleasured me in their exit. I lost count of the record number of surges that shot into her pink folds, I just knew that I ended trying to push my body into hers as hard as I could, as Crystal moaned a long wail of supreme pleasure. I doubt either of us had cum so hard in a long time, if ever. I knew I'd just had a peak experience with the woman I loved. Almost simultaneous with our orgasms, Dan and Terry came, spraying white man sauce over Crystal's face and breasts. After that, Crystal grabbed Sean's cock, brought him to her mouth, and in thirty seconds jerked him off until he jettisoned a huge load of cum onto her tongue. He looked surprised and pleased. Nadia immediately pulled Crystal's head in her direction, and Crystal snowballed the cum into Sean's girlfriend's mouth. Nadia passed it on to PJ, and PJ to Ellen. Sean looked on in disbelief. We all sagged around the bed in exhaustion after trying to satisfy Crystal's primitive sexual urges. I wondered what had brought on the unusually wanton performance she'd exhibited. I whispered to Crystal, "THAT was unusual. You OK?" Crystal whispered back with a broad grin, "Oh, I am fucking fantastic. That was a huge pile of fun. I'm glad I took a little pill to help things along." "Little pill?" "Yeah. A friend gave me some ecstasy, and boy, does it work when I'm having sex. I'm going to do this again real soon." I frowned. "Babe, I don't like your getting into that stuff. It can become real habit forming or didn't your 'friend' tell you that? Where are you getting this stuff from anyway? I don't like your doing pot or ecstasy. I thought we agreed to be drug-free." I put a lot more emphasis in my voice than I usually did, hoping that I could have some effect on Crystal's use of drugs. "Oh, don't worry, This was just for fun – just this once. I've got it under control." I worried. Crystal Clear Ch. 29 I breezed along to some other articles that Google popped up to my search. I'd blurt out a statistic occasionally, 'About a third of teens and young adults sext.' 'The older the cohort, the higher the percentage that sext, peaking in the mid-twenties apparently, and rolling off after that.' 'Forty-six percent of young adults in their late twenties send sexts to each other.' I told the two, "There's a lot on the Wikipedia site too; apparently the incidence in Europe is higher." Nadia had been listening. She said, "I'm the youngest of all of you at age twenty-four, and I can tell you I think your statistics are low. At the College I attend, I think everybody has done it. Sean and I do it to each other a couple of times a week. PJ's even let me include her in some of the pictures I sent Sean, and he shows his roommates sometimes. You know Sean, Dan, PJ, and I sent one to you of the four of us fucking in the living room. It was no big deal." Dan muttered, "Somehow, that's not really comforting." I said, "Maybe not, but I had an idea during my run, and now I'm sure of it. Let's use Edie and the Dayton Daily News, if they're willing. It'd give us a single media outlet to respond through, and position us better with the media. After that, we can just refer to whatever they printed. Should I call her?" Terry and Dan spoke in unison, "YES!" Crystal sashayed into the kitchen, "Yes, what?" I spoke, "Yes, call Edie, and see whether she'd like another exclusive from Jim Mellon and Crystal Lee about the sexting allegations." Crystal smiled. "I like that idea. She's nice. Maybe she could come down here, or we could go see George, Summer, Little Jim, and Little Crystal too. Maybe we could mess around a little too?" I pondered the options as I called Edie. I got her recorded message, and asked for her to call me ASAP. I gave her my new cell phone number. My phone rang about five minutes later, "Jim, this is Edie. I've called you old cell phone number two-dozen times, but it's out of service." I told her, "Yeah, we shut it down since the number and phone had been hacked. That's why I called you. Do you want another exclusive interview with Jim and Crystal?" "Heck, yes!" Edie practically screamed into the phone. "When, how?" "First, tell me what George and Summer are doing. How're the babies? I haven't talked to them for almost four weeks." Edie went, "Ugghh. Both kids have the flu or some bug. I just hung up talking to Summer. She suggested I not come up to the house for the weekend unless I wanted to contract some dread disease up there." I said, "I'll give them a call to try to add some cheer to their day. Thanks. That makes the decision easier. You come to Nashville to interview us. Do you want me to send a plane?" "Really? You'd do that for me? A whole airplane?" "Edie, I love you, and yes, I'd do that for you." We sorted out the details of her trip to Nashville. I got Ellen on her new cell phone arranging for a direct flight that afternoon from Dayton to Nashville, a trip normally requiring one or two stops. She'd call Edie back with the details. Terry and Dan went off to prepare a set of talking points regarding the sexts. I wasn't sure but that they were over thinking the whole situation. After the initial embarrassment wore off, I was all for just admitting that some of us in my circle of very close friends had swapped some pictures we never thought would see the light of day. And let it go, at that. For the first time since the story broke, I'd started to feel better about the situation." I also thought about some of the last face-to-face conversations I'd had with Edie. She'd asked for me to make her pregnant – to be the father of a child we'd share. At the time, I thought it was the halo effect from spending time with George and Summer. Summer had two of my children, at the request of her and her husband. I would do anything for George, but impregnating his wife had been one of the most pleasing things in the world to help him with. He had injuries that had made him sterile and had taken part of one leg. Predictably, Summer and I had fallen in love, only with his blessing. Edie now lived a good part of the time with George and Summer, and Little Jim, and Little Crystal. Despite modest protests from us, the couple had named their children after Crystal and me. I hoped we wouldn't tarnish their names too badly. George now enjoyed the pleasure of the two women who also loved each other. The three of them formed a comfortable and loving trio. Crystal and I spent the day learning two new songs that PJ had written. PJ came down for most of the afternoon and played the synthesizer keyboard while Crystal and I played guitars and sang. About five-thirty, the door to the studio opened, and Ellen escorted Edie in who had a big smile on her face. We stopped working, gave her a hundred serious kisses, and introduced her to PJ – the one new face she hadn't met. After a polite hug, Edie bluntly asked PJ in a pleasant way, "Are you a Mellon Girl?" PJ nodded, grinned, laughed, and said, "Of course, isn't every female that gets within fifty feet of Jim a Mellon Girl? Yes, I've had the Jim Mellon experience many times – fortunately." They all had a good laugh at my expense. We went into the living room, and Nadia brought us some hors d'oeuvres and wine. Edie said, "Before my brain gets too clouded with the wine, I want to see what the press was talking about." Nadia had heard the remark and showed up two minutes later with a silver tray carrying eight cell phones. She said smugly, "They're all charged up." I booted up my cell phone first, and showed Edie the pictures that had been sexted to me and that I'd sent to some of the others. She laughed and grinned, taking the pornographic images in the spirit in which they were given – erotic teasing and titillation. One by one we went through the phones, pointing out that we weren't sure which if any of the other phones had been hacked. I explained we'd switched off all our phones just to be on the safe side. Edie verified that had been a good idea. Dan and Terry arrived and met Edie. Terry remembered her from a year or so earlier when she kicked off the revelation about my fatherhood after some good reporter research and deduction. After introductions, they presented her with a page of 'talking points' the pair had put together, basically ways to waffle around the facts of the situation. Edie read the page and said, "OK, now just change the subject, and let me distill all this stuff until after dinner or tomorrow. I want to see what my little mental brownies can come up with." On that note, Edie went into great detail about my children and their latest accomplishments and growth. Her iPhone was full of photographs, so we fawned all over them for a while. I could tell she had become enthralled with her extended family, plus she glowed whenever she mentioned George, Summer, or the children. She openly talked about her ménage a trois with George and Summer too. Crystal paid particular attention to Edie's report about Little Jim and Little Crystal. She sat on the edge of her seat, taking in every detail about their growth, development, and daily activities. When Edie started showing pictures, it was Crystal's eyes that had to see them first. After dinner, Edie became quite affectionate, cuddling up to me in the living room and urging Crystal to join us on my other side. "Let's surround Jim with love tonight," she urged. Crystal didn't need a second invitation, and towards bedtime she whispered in my ear, "You make love with Edie tonight – put the emphasis on her. She needs you." I gave Crystal a questioning look, and she nodded her affirmation of what she'd just said back to me. At one point, while Edie left the room, I said to Crystal, "Edie's going to want me to make her pregnant?" Crystal just smiled and said, "Well, do it." The way she said it let me know she was truly sincere in seeing me father another child. An hour later, I tried to create a third child, this time with Edie as the mother. Edie didn't have the kind of clairvoyance that Summer had, so there were no "We did it" pronouncements from her after our initial orgasmic event. Instead, we just reconnected on many levels, reestablishing the love we felt for each other, and our bodies bringing together our mind and spirits, as well. I felt that something had happened, some inner sense of knowing and accomplishment that I hadn't felt before. In the morning, before Edie and I joined the others, we made love again. This time, I felt even surer about having planted my seed. As I cuddled Edie in our post-coital bliss, I whispered to her, "Thank you for having my child. I feel so privileged that you chose me." Edie hesitated, "But, we won't know for a few weeks." I just kissed each of her eyelids closed and said, "I know now." I gave her a full body hug. We showered, dressed, and joined the others for a long, leisurely breakfast. Margo called about ten o'clock with an update from the U.K. "The six people they arrested are out on bail. They pleaded not guilty at their arraignment. They're jobless and no newspaper or magazine will touch them; the same for the others who were fired. Scotland Yard apparently will press for the maximum penalties under the law, and they're using this situation as an object lesson to other would-be hackers. Coincidentally, they found evidence that a couple of the blokes they arrested had been trying to hack Prince William and Prince Harry's cell phones. I think the lot of them are doomed to long jail terms. The Globe has responded to the civic lawsuit on your behalf; they're trying to negotiate for a much smaller amount; however, the paper has been on the financial edge for over a decade, so there's no way they can come up with anything close to £50 million." I muttered something about justice being served. Margo went on, "Get this. The paper published a full-page apology to you and ten other celebrities they admit to hacking and exposing, plus the parents of a young woman who was later found murdered. These are the 'caught-red-handed' cases, but there are a few dozen others we suspect. Scotland Yard is on it. My guess is that the paper will fold in bankruptcy within the week." "Couldn't happen to a nicer group of people. Any word about Mansard?" "Mansard Industries, the holding company, issued a press release this morning deploring the acts as 'way over the line' in terms of propriety and acknowledging the illegality. He said all prosecutions of the guilty should receive the maximum penalty, and all civil lawsuits should be recompensed at whatever level the courts and juries decide. Basically, he's disowned the paper and the people in it. He stated he had no knowledge of the shenanigans, and is friends with several people the paper trespassed on. He didn't mention your name specifically." "Well, I hope he's not mad at me." "Doubtful. You might give him a friendly call." Less than five minutes later, I talked to Joe Mansard. He was ripping mad at the newspaper. I volunteered to withdraw my civil suit, but he asked that I leave it filed as is. "The paper will fold shortly, if not of their own will then of mine. I've wanted to dump that asset for a while, and this will be as good a time as any. They weren't making any money, and the men that run it weren't getting into the Information Age with online capability. Now, it's too late." Joe and I pledged to get together for some R&R soon, and we hung up. I brought Edie up to speed on the events. Edie said, "My gut tells me to do what you did with your baby, come clean and allow me to water down the events with some polite language." I said, "I like that approach." Terry and Dan said, "Does he have to admit he has pornographic images in his pocket?" Edie said, "We'll use better language than that, but yes. Call it for what it was, and it'll go away real soon." She paused and said, "Look, give me a half-hour on my laptop, and I'll show you what I think will work." She bent over her laptop on a side table, and the computer keys started to burn as she typed. Crystal Clear Ch. 29 I blushed and thought I'd better keep my mouth shut. Claire broke into sobs and threw herself into my open arms and lap. I stroked her gorgeous red hair, combing the tresses with my fingertips, and trying to allow her to work things out in her head and not making the decision for her – not even biasing her. I said a few calming words and held her tightly. I felt flattered by her response, almost embarrassed. I've never thought of myself as that special to anyone other than Karen – my late wife, Crystal, Ellen, and Claire – each of whom I'd had deep and serious discussions with about love, relationships, and how we each felt about the other. I even muttered some of that effect to Claire; "I'm not that special. Joe's special; look at what he's done with his life and the influence he has in the world." She either didn't hear or ignored my comment. Crystal appeared at my knees with several tissues. Where do women suddenly materialize Kleenex from – dark matter? She whispered words I couldn't make out into Claire's ear and stroked her back. Ellen was there too, and then Nadia and PJ. Even Terry and Dan came and sat beside us so they could be present for her. After the tears stopped, Claire just lay with her eyes closed and her head in my lap. Sometimes a teary spasm would rack her body, and a few salty drops would roll out of her eyes and down her cheeks onto my jeans; or she'd heave a huge sigh as though the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Eventually, I picked up Claire, nestling her head into my shoulder. The others created a pathway, and I carried her into the master bedroom. The room was almost dark from the room darkening shades and the late afternoon hour. I lay Claire on the bed, and pulled her into my arms so I could kiss her over and over again as I surrounded her with my love. "Claire, I love you, dearly. I want you in my life now and for always. You bring out things in me I didn't know were there to find. You have a knack of making a cloudy day sunny. I feel myself strong except with a few people, and you are one of my great weaknesses. Saying I love you doesn't seem adequate to the occasion – three simple words, but I take them so seriously. I know you worry about how I see you and your past; I love that you had that past because it made you who you are today – it brought us together. It gives you perspective on everyone around you that is unique and valuable to all of us. We all need you. We all love you, and I especially love you." Claire sobbed out, "But I want to be perfect for you, and I'm not." "Oh, Baby, Baby, Baby." Now, I started to cry too. "I don't expect you to be perfect – not one of us does. I just expect you to be you. Not one of us is perfect in this whole house – in this whole world, and I probably have the biggest list of insecurities and faults of any of us. Don't hold yourself to a standard you can't ever meet. I catch myself doing that, and I guess being a little older I've learned to say, 'Hey, Universe, stuff it! I'm doing the best I know how to do – take it or leave it.' That's all any of us can do." Claire snuffled and nodded her head against my shoulder. I added, "And, Claire, know that I love you not despite your faults but because of your faults; the same with the others. I don't know whether I could love a perfect person. I doubt anybody could, because in one's own eyes we'd then never measure up. We'd always feel inadequate, and that's not a way to live. I love you. I love you just the way you are, and the way you'll grow to be tomorrow. I love you anyway you are, so long as you're near me often." I cradled Claire in my arms tighter and kissed the side of her head. We stayed quietly in the dark for a long time, and then I could tell she'd fallen asleep. I pulled a light spread up over her and put her head on a pillow. She remained asleep, so I tiptoed out of the room. Crystal, Ellen, PJ, and Nadia had been listening at the door. Each of them had tears running down their cheeks. Crystal hugged me and whispered, "Jim, you are so special. We each know you feel that way about us." She grabbed ahold of my arm and led me to the dining room, where Nadia's light dinner awaited us. We were a pretty quiet group as we ate. One of the people we loved hurt inside. I felt Claire's pain, but as I looked at the others I realized that if any of us had some problem or inner turmoil, it would be felt by all of us. The nice part was that we were also there to share each other's joys and triumphs. We were family – an intentional family, and we talked to each other about the good, the bad, and the ugly. At least, I thought we did. To be continued Crystal Clear Ch. 30 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim became a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with Jill his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip; but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; she left the 'adult' business and redirected her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys. Jim got blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case, and in the process Margo and an innocent suspect Caroline became Mellon Girls. In Berlin, the CIA tasked Jim with a mission in Moscow; thus. He met a beautiful Russian woman, and after his success connected with a sexy CIA agent. The entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in his concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' rewarded him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and in Ohio Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brought a noteworthy sex toy into their midst. Jim's circle headed to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert tour, Jim met PJ -- a runner and songwriter the group welcomed. Urged by her circle, Claire reestablished contact with billionaire Joe Mansard and Beth; Jim joined the three of them for a long-weekend sex-filled vacation in the Galapagos Islands during which Claire received a marriage proposal. The group heads to the Lee's for Christmas, where Jim successfully seduces Crystal and Ellen's mother Kim, and Nadia scores with Don their Dad. Crystal and Jim skied and made love with Lauren, and play in her hot tub. PJ writes a hit. Crystal, Jim, and Claire head to Switzerland to film a movie where Jim does a dangerous but outstanding ski run. Friends Jed, Sam, Lea, and Janice join up with them for Jim's skills and instruction in lovemaking. Jim weathers a sexting scandal, and Crystal indulges in some unusually wild sex; Jim is disappointed when he finds she used ecstasy as an orgasmic aid. Crystal Clear Ch. 30 Crystal laughed and pushed me onto the bed, "Oh, for God's sake, just make love to her. She needs you -- a lot. Fuck her." I turned to Crystal and eagerly said, "You going to join us?" I hoped the two of us could gang up on Nadia. Apparently, judging from the saliva I saw around Nadia's pussy, Crystal had already been there. Crystal's eyes twinkled, and she grinned; "No, there's a young man who I believe might be the new fiancé of this pretty and tasty young woman waiting for me in the other room. I have a diabolical plan to wear out his sexual apparatus before the sun comes up, in other words, I am about to fuck his brains out. I am feeling so aroused. I should add that he helped me tie her down and warm her up for you." I shook my head and said in a mocking tone, "Oooooh! Poor Sean." Crystal pecked me on the lips. She whispered in my ear in a diabolical tone, "Maybe we'll come and join you two in an hour or so." I doubt Nadia heard her comment. When I turned back to Nadia after Crystal left, Nadia said in a low voice, "I wanted to be tied up, because I want you to do anything you want to me. I want you to know that you can always have me, this way or any other way you want me. Every orifice I have is yours; I want to feel your tongue, fingers, or cock in every one of them tonight -- or whenever you want. Come and fuck me -- fuck me hard. I need to know you still love me although I gave a part of myself away tonight. I always want you in my life ... and in my body." My clothes quickly dropped from my body by my own hand. I lay down beside Nadia's small form and proceeded to kiss her all over. The oil she'd been rubbed with had a slight taste of vanilla to it -- delicious. I started with her sensitive ear lobes and neck, moving to her lips, slipping down to her engorged breasts that still looked large although she lay on her back and they rested lower against her chest. I sucked on each nipple even biting a little hard on one until she moaned, and as I did I slowly untied one of Nadia's hands. She gave me a questioning look. I told her, "I want you to be able to hold me ... to touch me with your hands ... to love me the same as I'm loving you." I reached across her body to her other wrist, unknotting the fabric with one hand. "I have only ever wanted to love you as an equal ... not as a submissive ... and I do love you." I kissed her abdomen, and then licked her heart-shaped tattoos and dragged my tongue enticingly lower. I kissed my way down her body to her pussy, using my tongue to zero in on her clit in my first assault. I untied one of Nadia's ankles as I moved my tongue deeper into her slit. The other ankle followed. Oh, the overpowering natural aroma of this sexually excited woman wafted into me, turning me on maybe more than the visual image of her readiness. One lap at her slit, and the taste of her woman-ness left no doubt of her desire for me. As her last bond came free by my hand, Nadia wrapped her body around my head while I ate her fragrant dripping cunt. She held my head in both her arms and bent over me; her legs wrapped around my shoulders and back. I could feel her kisses on the side of my head. "Jim, I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh, God, I never knew I could love someone so much. Someday, I'll love Sean the same way." I struggled to ignore her last comment; I hoped it didn't spell disaster for her happiness or their marriage. Moments later we uncoiled, and my rock hard shaft easily slid into Nadia's molten pussy, accompanied by moans of joy from each of us. Crystal Clear Ch. 30 I whispered to Crystal that I wasn't sure I'd orgasm quite as quickly this round, if at all. She got the message, and two minutes later I did a masterful job of faking an orgasm. Crystal's body gave up one more very real orgasm before she allowed me to pull the vibrator from her body and turn it off. Nadia poked at Sean, "Come on Lover, can't you get it up just one more time for little old me? Pleeeeaaaassseee!" About that time, Sean's eyes rolled up in his head from complete physical exhaustion, and his head fell off the supporting hand so that he ended face down in the pillow sound asleep. Nadia made sure he could breathe, and we turned off the dimmer lights and went to sleep. Crystal Clear Ch. 30 When I set Crystal down, she started to snore with loud irregular snorting noises. I watched as Ellen and Claire started to strip off Crystal's smelly clothing, carefully depositing each of the items in a large plastic trash bag. I made a mental note to wash the clothes tonight so I had something to do that would take my mind off the real crisis. As Crystal's jeans got pulled off, Ellen and Claire jerked their heads around to look at me: one had a worried expression, and the other a look of horror. Their sudden reactions made me take a step forward and look at what they'd just seen. Crystal wore no underwear, not even her usual thong, and she had a copious amount of cum dripping from her vagina and ass, and two hickeys just above her slit. Crystal's carefully manicured runway of pubic hair was covered in semen. Her jeans were soaked in the sticky and gooey effluent that still oozed from inside her. Around her neck and breasts, she had a several other hickeys as well as several visible loads of cum that had partially dried before she'd put her blouse and bra on over the cum shots. Given the length of time she'd been away from the house and her sexual condition, she must have orchestrated some sort of gang bang with more than just a few sex partners. I shook my head and reeled back from the discovery. Tears came to my eyes, and try as I might I couldn't blink them away. I felt as though someone drove a knife through my heart and then pummeled my gut into oblivion. I started to sob uncontrollably. I turned, ran to the master bedroom, and threw myself into my pillow to cry for a long while. Crystal Clear Ch. 31 This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim became a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with Jill his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip; but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; she left the 'adult' business and redirected her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys. Jim got blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case, and in the process Margo and an innocent suspect Caroline became Mellon Girls. In Berlin, the CIA tasked Jim with a mission in Moscow; thus. He met a beautiful Russian woman, and after his success connected with a sexy CIA agent. The entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in his concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' rewarded him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and in Ohio Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brought a noteworthy sex toy into their midst. Jim's circle headed to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert tour, Jim met PJ – a runner and songwriter the group welcomed. Urged by her circle, Claire reestablished contact with billionaire Joe Mansard and Beth; Jim joined the three of them for a long-weekend sex-filled vacation in the Galapagos Islands during which Claire received a marriage proposal. The group heads to the Lee's for Christmas, where Jim successfully seduces Crystal and Ellen's mother Kim, and Nadia scores with Don their Dad. Crystal and Jim skied and made love with Lauren, and play in her hot tub. PJ writes a hit. Crystal, Jim, and Claire head to Switzerland to film a movie where Jim does a dangerous but outstanding ski run. Friends Jed, Sam, Lea, and Janice join up with them for Jim's skills and instruction in lovemaking. Jim weathers a sexting scandal, and Crystal indulges in some unusually wild sex; Jim is disappointed when he finds she used ecstasy as an orgasmic aid. At Nadia's graduation blast, Jim catches Crystal snorting cocaine and Sean proposes to Nadia; Crystal and Jim make love to Sean and Nadia. Crystal gets arrested for a DUI, and subsequently the group discovers she'd been having indiscriminate sex with strangers. After a confrontation about the drugs and the sex, Crystal disappears without a single word about her intentions other than she's just 'gone.' Crystal Clear Ch. 31 She went on, "Your little orgy in Oklahoma is NOT a mitigating factor in what Crystal did, and don't make it one. She got into drugs and fucked lots of guys outside our circle without any of us knowing. We had a tacit agreement not to venture outside those bounds without the permission of the others in some way, and when we did the person we were with had to be acceptable to the rest of the group whether they were there or not." I ventured, "But with Crystal, the booze and drugs that removed all her inhibitions. She admitted she didn't know the names of most of the people she fucked that Friday night in that honky-tonk bar. Well, isn't that the same – except for the booze and the drugs?" Ellen shook her head, "You're making up excuses to let her off the hook. She did drugs. She got drunk. She had unprotected indiscriminate sex with a dozen different guys she didn't know – and she'd done it all before that night she got arrested. In my book, and it should be your book too, she was a three-time loser." We'd each gotten tested after Crystal left, but fortunately we came up sexually clean. Claire guessed that Friday night might have been the first time Crystal took on the 'whole bar' – something she'd seen some of her friends in the porn industry do when Claire had been in that line of work. Claire assured us she'd never indulged that way. That said, Crystal had admitted to the women after I'd left on her last day to prior group sex sessions with people we didn't know and whom she didn't know well. I struggled in my debate with Ellen, "But if I don't give Crystal a little slack, I'll never be able to forgive Crystal, and I want to try to go back to the way things were – maybe, if she'll let us go back. If she even comes back to us." I thought for a minute. "Look, I know your sister had a couple of lovers before I arrived on the scene, but since then, up until this shit storm, I'd known about every one of her lovers. Heck, I'd even encouraged her to take on some of them even when I didn't know them, for instance, George Rinard when she did her movie in Europe." Ellen shook her head again, "Didn't Crystal tell you that YOU made her feel like no one else in the world – emotionally and physically? She told us all that we turned her on and made her feel more loved than anyone in the world. If that's the case, then why did she go and fuck around on you? On all of us?" "But, am I not being a hypocrite if I get mad at her for those months she did this, but I gave her these permissions at other times. I even orchestrated some of them because I thought they'd be 'fun' just the way she talked about it. I knew it would turn her on and excite her; that those sessions would make her happy." Ellen came and sat in my lap, planting a kiss on my forehead. She said, "Nope, dramatically different. She shattered all the expectations we had about her, and what her relationships with us were supposed to be like. She knew how we thought about her, and knew what we expected of her. She broke faith with us." I had to admit a good part of life is all about managing the expectations of the people around you. When I went off with Claire to take the Galapagos vacation with the Mansards, Crystal expected there would be some indiscriminate screwing on the trip; she'd even mentioned 'deck hands' as she pushed me out the door with a smile and lecherous laugh. Luba and Renata appeared almost as if ordered up by Crystal, and they would have fit well with the circle if all of us had been there. I wasn't so sure that some horny dudes out for a quick piece of tail in the backroom at a county line bar would fit the circle; that had been Crystal's choice alone, and she DID know that we wouldn't have approved. Crystal hadn't managed the expectations of any of us – not about her drugs or drinking or fucking strangers. She knew we would have chastised her and asked her to stop; hell, before the 'DUI night,' I'd already had asked her several times to stop the drugs – to go back to our 'No Drugs' life style. We were all let down by her performance. I nodded in agreement with Ellen, "You're right. Each of our relationships is based on a set of expectations. What's right in one situation and time, isn't right even a day later even in duplicate circumstance. Expectations are fragile and easily broken. With our polyamorous group, we've been so careful about sharing and getting opinions from each other before we lock in some new behavior or change a relationship in some way. I think of how we've all supported Claire in her relationship with the Mansards." Ellen said with some sense of finality to our brief talk, "I think I know why Crystal left that morning." "Tell me." "Crystal had to face reality that morning, particularly when Claire and I raged at her and you stood there with a look of supreme disappointment and disillusionment on your face that I hope I never see directed at me. Crystal had expectations about HERSELF, and suddenly she realized she'd failed not only you, me, Claire, and the others, but also herself. She'd failed to meet her own expectations, and that might have been the worst of any situation for her." Ellen went on, "Suddenly, Crystal realized she'd become a person dependent on recreational drugs like ecstasy and cocaine, and for all her life she'd been adamant that she'd never touch the stuff. She never wanted to drink to the point she'd lose control, and she'd apparently started binging – at least that one night. She'd always pledged her love in terms of mind, body, and spirit to the people she adored, and going out for raw fucking didn't come close to that image of herself. The word 'Fun' for her had become shorthand for violating what she'd held as core values." "So she ran?" Ellen shook her head, "Yeah, she tried to run away from herself." I ventured, "But, you can't run away from yourself." Ellen replied, "She had to get outside help to get her back on track; that's why the rehab facility. I don't know what they're like, but they have doctors, psychiatrists, and other people who work with you – who help you get back to where you want to be." "Do you think Crystal will come back and be the way she was before all this started?" "I doubt it. She's been through hell – a hell of her own making, and she knows it." Ellen thought a minute and added, "She'll come back with scars and damage that'll take a long time to get over. If she comes back, she'll be carrying a lot of guilt about what she did to you – to all of us. She may not be able to handle that guilt and be in our presence. I just don't know." Tears came to my eyes. "Ellen, I don't want her to feel guilty with us. I just want her to come back a whole person, even if we never get together again, I just want her well. I hope she comes back, even if just to allow us to talk to her – to tell her we love her." Ellen gave me a big hug and a kiss. "Jim, whatever you decide will be the 'right' answer in this mess. There are no expectations about how this will end for any of us. Crystal's left that all up in the air by not talking to us. Sure, we'd all like to put Humpty-Dumpty back together again, but we can't. The world has turned many times since the damage, and we've all had to think about it, digest it, cope with it, and try to come to some resolution about it. But there's no right answer here. If you don't want her back, that's OK. If you want her back, even with a lot of conditions, that's OK too. We will still love you, and we'll still love her." I just whispered back, "Thanks." I think I stared off into space for another five minutes after Ellen left the room. When I came out of my reverie, I stared at the photograph and letter from London. Margo and Caroline had decided to stick together creating a civil partnership under U.K. law that gave the two the same rights as a legal marriage. They lived together. Margo wrote that they would marry officially as soon as the laws permitted, stating that they might go to Holland or France if they ever felt the need for the next step sooner than UK law makers allowed. Caroline had finished her degree and taken a job doing detective work with Margo. The photograph of the pair showed two happy, good looking, and scantily clad women sitting in Margo's bed surrounded by an array of sex toys that could keep them busy for a solid month. They both inquired when I would be stopping by and put lots of little hearts, X's, and O's after their signatures. Margo had written on the back of the photo, "Don't forget about us. Cum by. Bring your friends of either sex too – we're broad minded." There were imprints from two sets of lips. I stuck the photo on the wall behind my desk with a few others. Crystal Clear Ch. 31 She said a weak "Goodbye, I love you too," and I ended the call. Ellen and I stood there holding each other tightly. Despite my tears, I knew there might be hope. Crystal's voice had sounded to me like there might be hope. The love of my life was coming home. After a few minutes, our tears ebbed. Ellen and I looked at each other; eventually, laughing at what a sorry state we were in. I asked her through a teary smile, "Will you please tell the others?" Ellen nodded, and I followed her into the living room where she picked up her cell phone and started making calls to Claire, Nadia and Sean, PJ and Jake, Terry, Dan and Cindy, and Billy our band leader. I listened, unable to talk, as Ellen slowly delivered the news of Crystal's expected return to each of them. At the end of those brief calls, Ellen raised her head and looked at me, "Do you want me to call Lauren or Anna?" I shook my head. "No, I'll do those two calls now." I called my sister first. Based on my previous calls to Anna, she'd followed from afar the melodrama around Crystal's drug use and then her inglorious night of debauchery and arrest, and then her sudden departure the next day. Anna told me she was glad we were on some kind of road to resolution. She reiterated her love for Crystal, and her hope that we'd reconcile in a way that worked for us. My call to Lauren was longer and had to wait until she got off work that afternoon. My ex-sister had pushed Ellen, Claire, and me harder than any of the others about what would happen from this point forward. On her last visit, only a few weeks previous, she had been relentless about how we would treat Crystal if we saw each other again: would we be forgiving or angry, would the pain be too great, would we ever be able to make love to her again. She had an infinitely long list of similar questions that forced us to think about our relationship with Crystal – past and future. Through Lauren, I realized how much psychic and relationship energy I had invested in Crystal that I didn't want to lose. Lauren was pleased that Crystal would return, even if just for a long weekend, and more pleased that we had done our homework about her return. We knew many options in front of us and in front of Crystal – even if she hadn't thought about them. We wouldn't have to start 'cold' upon her arrival to think about how to cope or what we would do. Lauren warned that we may not like what Crystal had to say when she arrived for the Thanksgiving holiday. Lauren said, "Crystal could be coming to say 'goodbye' or reject the life style you've all adopted, or even to tell you she's fallen in love with someone else. It wouldn't be the first time two lone souls at a rehab facility fell in love." I tried to put all those ideas and options out of my head. I'd replayed every word of Crystal's call, and I had to believe there was hope for us – hope for all of us to rebuild a solid and loving relationship with Crystal again. I was more than ready to forgive and reach a far distance to pull her back. Lauren explained another possibility to me: that Crystal likely would want to go back to her psychiatrist to be debriefed and to work through her feelings about her visit. She alerted me to expect Crystal to ask for me to accompany her to Tucson to see her shrink for part of that debriefing session or sessions. Lauren's work as a nurse and interaction with other psychiatrists had given her this base of knowledge. Crystal Clear Ch. 32 This chapter will not make sense without having read the prior two or three chapters. This chapter also ends the Crystal Clear series. Crystal Clear is a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this one. Earlier chapters contain a synopsis of the story to that point. Although real places and celebrity names are occasionally used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Crystal Clear Ch. 32 "Dr. Cowan would give me homework to do, and then we'd start each session with a discussion on what I'd done from the day before. I had to read books and articles – things that covered trust, faith, loyalty, duty, obligation, relationships, and reliance, and other things like self-confidence, self-reliance, self-love, and narcissism. I had to study about drugs and STDs too, and what they did too your body. Next, she got me to think about what I trusted and had faith in. We talked about spirituality, and the union of mind, body, and spirit, and what my God concept was. I would cry because I remembered so many discussions you and I had about some of these topics. Oh, God, Jim, I cried so hard and so often I didn't know I'd survive. Some nights I was sure I'd never see the dawn from the pain I felt." I reached over and took Crystal's hand in mine. I hurt just thinking of her hurting. Crystal smiled weakly at me in response, but continued to hold my hand tightly. She squeezed my hand and continued, "Part of what I'm going through other women go through too; my case is severe according to Dr. Cowan. I know it may be silly to you, but I'm getting older, and I have so much more I want to do. You'd think with the singing, the concerts, and the movies, having fans, fame, and the stuff surrounding these things that I'd be satisfied, but ... well, somewhere in the midst of all this I guess I expected I'd feel different – complete, more unified and serene." She gave a mock laugh of self-derision, "So what do I do? I blow myself up into a million pieces with drugs, indiscriminate sex, and alcohol. I alienate the people who are dearest to me. Not only do I start having all these insecurities, I disintegrate myself instead of getting more integrated. I fly apart uncontrollably instead of figuring out how to tighten up my life around the things that are important to me – around the people who are important to me." A wave of anger came over me, and I couldn't resist the urge to vent. I stood and turned back to her, "Crystal, I was around all the time and ready to listen to you – your worries, your crises, your bad feelings about yourself. Instead, you walled yourself off from me – from your sister, your mother, and the rest of your close friends. YOU STOPPED COMMUNICATING WITH ME – WITH US. Did you think so little of our love and care for you, that you turned your nose up at what you knew we'd do for you – to try to help you? Almost every day I'd ask you how things were going or if you felt OK, and you'd say you were 'fine' or I guess, blow me off. You were lying to me." I paused for a second and went on, "You were lying to me, and that's the one thing I can't stand when I think back to the months before you left. I forgive you for the drugs and the crazy sex with people you didn't know; I hope those things are behind you, but the hardest thing to forgive, and that I'll never forget, is that YOU didn't trust ME with what was going on in your head. I thought we were close, but now ... I'm left to wonder." Crystal sobbed for a minute, "I know. I know. I felt terrible about not talking to you, but I had to do it myself. I couldn't even articulate what I felt. I'd just wake up depressed, put on a brave face, and try to act 'as if' everything was all right when it wasn't. I knew it wasn't, but didn't know what to say. I think the drugs and sex made me temporarily forget the bad feelings welling up inside me. I found out late that they really contributed to my depression and ill-feelings about myself. I'm so sorry I went that way." She paused for a huge sniff, "Dr. Cowan helped me see the same things you just said that I'd shut out you and the others that could have helped me out of the darkest part of my life. She was amazed at the physical relationships we shared, but helped me see that I'd shut down the more important part of those relationships – the sharing of the good, the bad, and the ugly, and inside me things were really getting bad and ugly." She looked at me with teary red eyes, "I didn't want to burden you with my craziness. What could you have done when I said 'I'm feeling bad today, and I don't know why'?" I sat beside Crystal again and said softly, "We could have talked. I could have told you about my bad days before we met. We could have gotten you help. We could have done – and probably should have done interventions of some kind with you. One thing I still kick myself about is not being forceful enough about your increased drug use. I saw it right in front of me, I talked to you a few times, but I didn't persist. I didn't check to see whether you'd really stopped. In hindsight, I knew you were escalating your use, I just didn't want to admit it." Now, I was the one that sniffed and took a deep breath to bring life-sustaining oxygen into my tired lungs. I looked at Crystal and said, "So, go on about your treatments and what Dr. Cowan helped you learn about yourself." Crystal squeezed my hand. "I relearned some things about myself. I like sex – surprise! I like the way we play and the way we make love. I love that we have a small group of intimate and sexy friends who join us. None of that bothered Dr. Cowan at all; she was wonderful, not a bit judgmental, and actually supportive of our circle. She knew more about polyamory than I did. I found a boundary in my discussions with Dr. Cowan: I feel uncomfortable admitting new people to our circle that I haven't met before, even if someone else in the group – like you, maybe – vetted them in some way. The trouble is, this is a 'sometimes' thing; it's hard to explain." She sighed deeply and went on, but kept holding onto my hand. The words were starting to flow more easily and without so much crying. "One example we homed in on happened when we were in Switzerland. Jed, Lea, Samantha, and Janice visited, and we got together with them for almost two-and-a-half weeks of solid and fun sex. It was fun, but I felt inferior to Lea, Sam, and Janice; they were so beautiful and poised. I felt like a country bumpkin, and truth is, that's exactly what I am underneath the veneer of a popular country music singer and movie star. I'd never met them before – you knew Jed and blended right in with the others as you always do, and I went along with it. Oh, I liked it, and I'm not at all trying to push my problems off on you; it's just that when I reflected back on it, I wished I'd known them before hand in some other situation instead of showing up and we all hop into bed. I sort of felt that way the first time we got together with George and Summer, and I ended up with George; I thought it was expected of me while you went off with Summer. Don't get me wrong, I liked the sex and the results, it just felt 'off' when I went back over it with the doctor." I stepped in, "Did it bother you that I was having sex with other women?" Crystal thought a moment, "Sort of. I worried you'd like them more than me. I didn't worry about Ellen, Claire, or Nadia. Surprisingly, the way PJ suddenly appeared and we immediately started to make love with her bothered me, but I didn't know it until Dr. Cowan helped me identify it. You just picked her up on a morning run, but I know that's what you sometimes do, and I love you for it and I don't want you to stop. You'd also never met Sam, Lea, and Janice, but you slid right into that so easily. Edie too, but she's special for other reasons I'll come to." I asked, "What about your mother?" "Oh, God," Crystal said with a large sigh. "I had to work that one through for several weeks with Dr. Cowan – we did the whole parent thing looking for the seeds of my ... my instability ... in my parents. So, initially, I liked that you and my mother bonded and had sex, and then it bothered me, and now I've come full circle, and I think it's a good thing that I am solidly behind because it unites the family in some unique ways. I know Mom and Dad's being with us sexually had bonded the two of them together like never before, and I've never seen them happier. I had a couple long conversations with my Mom and separately with my Dad while I was away. I think your relationship with Anna is the same; I'm glad you and your sister connect emotionally and sexually, and I'm privileged to know her in the same way. I think of Lauren that way too. See, they were people we'd known for a long time and that we'd talked about and talked with before anything happened." I said, "Help me draw the line a little finer. What about Margo or Tanya?" Crystal shook her head, "They're not on my list, nor are most of the other women you met along your road trip. I hate to say it, but Tina Devoe and Jill Danes are not on my list either, nor is Beth Mansard or the two girls on Joe's ocean liner – Luba and Renata. They were all just 'fall-in-bed' acquaintances – initially a step beyond a one-night stand. I don't know what kind of time frame to know someone ahead of time that I'm thinking of; I have no idea. It's just ... " I interrupted, "So you want a close-knit polyamorous group that doesn't include others unless we've known them for a while, and we all feel comfortable about them 'before' we initiate sex with any of them – male or female, I assume?" Crystal whispered, "Yes." I heard the catch of a choke at the back of her throat, as though in that one word she had sealed her fate. I also could tell from the tone of her voice that she thought her agreement would result in my picking up the phone and calling a limousine to take her back to the airport. She even glanced at the shirt pocket I had slipped the limousine's business card into, so I felt I'd intuited her thought accurately. And then, I saw the verifying tears start to roll down her cheek again. Crystal sobbed, "I'm sorry I'm this way. This is where my mental wanderings over the past six months have taken me. Deep down I've got a bit of an inferiority complex. I love you so much, and I don't want to share you except with people that I think deserve you. I'm willing to share with some people – I like sharing you with some people – people that I love, but not others, not casual acquaintances." She sobbed, "Does this make any sense at all?" I pulled Crystal into my arms and pushed her head against my chest, immediately feeling her tears soak into my shirt. She cried for a minute, and I rocked her gently. I whispered next to her ear, "It makes sense." Crystal pulled away from my chest, looked at me, and blurted out, "There's more." I nodded for her to continue. She launched into more of her self-learning. "I failed myself. Over time, partly due to the success of my recordings and concerts, I'd come to expect 'perfection' from myself. Every song had to be perfect. Every concert had to be superb. The way I dressed, looked, spoke, and on and on, it all had to be perfect. I had such high expectations for myself that when I started to slip and slide, even inside my head where no one else could see, my whole being got a kick in the ass. Later, I couldn't believe I'd gone against some of my basic rules of life, but I kept doing it – and that made it worse. I went in the wrong direction to help myself. I got in a vicious spiral downward." She cried into my shirt again. "I'm such a mess. Still! Dr. Cowan has worked the entire time with me about not trying to be perfect, to just accept myself as I am, and to not beat myself up, but I keep doing it over and over. I fail to meet even my simplest expectations sometimes. Dr. Cowan says I'm setting the bar too high, as she calls it." "Maybe you are?" I volunteered. "Until the last few months, what you referred to as your dark period, I never felt disappointed in you in anything you did. You were wonderful." Crystal shook her head, "No, you were the perfect one through all this. You were so full of love for everyone, and so inclusive, and you always would say the right thing or have the right solution to some problem any of us were facing. You'd be so tolerant and forgiving. You're the perfect one." I spoke in a weak voice, "Oh, Baby, if only you knew how imperfect it feels to be inside me. I'm always struggling with some insecurity or uncertainty. I doubt I could live with a truly perfect person; I would know I'd never measure up to either their expectations or my own. I still surprise myself almost every day about what I've done, about what you helped me do with my life. Honey, without you I'd still be adrift." She said, "As you said, I held a lot in – many of my insecurities, but they festered. I'm working on this now, and Dr. Cowan wants me to talk about not only my expectations for others, but also tell others what I expect for myself. She wants me to listen when someone tells me I'm shooting too high or that I'm off base. She wants me to TRY to be 'imperfect' and to like it, to savor it, and to know that I'm that way because I'm human – and that's a good thing not a bad thing." "I can help you there, anyway I can. I need to be more open with you about my own feelings." I paused, feeling there were still some untouched areas. I said tentatively, "There's more, isn't there?" She took a huge breath. "This part ... what I want to say ... well, it's one of the hardest for me to talk about with you because I think it's where we may part ways because it involves you so directly." Tears were willing up in her eyes, and she again looked at the pocket with the business cards of limo service in it. Crystal got control of her voice and said, "You have three children now: two by Summer and one any day by Edie. I'm proud of you, and those women are near and dear to you, and they're on my A-list of beautiful and loving people we know. They're the mothers to your children, and I love them for that alone, let alone how nice they are and have been to us. I include George in that too despite our ... awkward start for me." I nodded. "OK. I think I understand." Even as I said the words, I knew I was missing something important. Crystal shook her head. She blurted out through a choked up voice again, "NO. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND AT ALL. I WANT YOUR BABY TOO." With that she threw herself back against my chest and hugged me to her. Crystal's sobbing became uncontrollable at that point. I could tell she didn't want to look at me to face the possible rejection of what might be her most important reason for being here. I wrapped my arms around her and thought about what she said. She sobbed and sobbed, so much I couldn't even speak because she wouldn't have heard me over the sobbing, choking, and snorting noises she was making. This was an area even Lauren's questions and my own thinking had never addressed. Eventually, as Crystal quieted down and waited for the guillotine to fall, I whispered to her, "That can be arranged." Crystal jerked away from me. With red eyes and wet cheeks, she studied my face to test my sincerity; "Do you really mean that? Talk to me. What do you mean?" I started, "Crystal, I fell in love with you on a back road not too far from here – the day your tour bus broke down, and you had to get to a recording session. I took this hot looking babe that could sing on a motorcycle ride, and she changed my life in so many ways from that day on. For one, she rescued me from the grief I'd wallowed in after Karen died. YOU gave me hope and made me see a new future – a future with you." I kissed away a tear on each of Crystal's cheeks, tasting the saltiness of the liquid. I went on, "I forgive you for everything you did – the drugs, the sex, and for running away from us. I love you, and I would move heaven and earth to make you happy. A baby won't automatically do that. You know that real happiness will have to come from inside you?" "Yes, yes," she said quickly. "Dr. Cowan is always reminding me of that. But, you really forgive me enough to father a child with me?" "Yes." Crystal looked at me with intensity, testing my sincerity. I added for emphasis, "Yes, I forgive you. I won't forget all that's happened, because there were many lessons we both learned from the past months; you especially. One of them apparently includes expressing your feelings instead of denying them until they explode into a bad habit or two." "Huh?" "As I said a minute ago, we weren't talking enough. Maybe we were substituting sex for communication, and believing that was all it took to be close to one another, but that's only one factor. After you'd left, I realized how little I knew about what you were thinking. You'd done what I thought was the impossible, walked out on us. I really thought you were throwing everything we had away, and I didn't know why. I knew what you'd done, but not why. I wasn't sure you'd come back. If we'd been talking, even about stuff that felt 'a little' off, we'd have opened some doors to learning about the stuff you just talked about, rather than let it fester inside you – or me – or any of us. Stuff that festers, becomes bad stuff after a while, and later it blossoms into actions we regret." Crystal nodded, "Oh, boy, do I understand that now." She pulled several tissues from her skirt pocket and started to blot at her eyes and cheeks. I picked up the thread of conversation we'd bypassed for a minute, "As for having a child, I would be proud to father a child with you. That would make both of us very happy indeed. It's a big step; are you sure?" I smiled broadly at Crystal as I pulled her away from me so I could look her in the eye. Now, the tears really flowed down her cheeks. Crystal said, "I'm really, really sure. Yes. Dr. Cowan said that part of my darkness involved my 'biological' clock going haywire – hormones and all. I couldn't see that, I was so focused on my career, and I'd talked myself into believing I'd never have kids; I'd have a long career instead. Cowan said my body thought otherwise, and was over-riding those decisions and trying to get my attention, albeit in unconventional and inappropriate ways. Actually, she helped me figure that out, and it so fit with what I was feeling. I didn't want to go back and revisit the decision about not having children that I made years ago, but now I have, and I've changed my mind totally and completely and without reservation." I nodded and encouraged Crystal to continue with anything she wanted to say. Crystal suddenly looked exceptionally nervous, almost as though she'd remembered a list of things we had to talk about, and she'd reached the one she'd postponed the longest because it was the hardest to deal with – for me to deal with. I hoped it wasn't the one that would hurt the most for either of us, but I could tell it was the hardest for her to broach. Crystal whispered a few words to herself with a very worried look on her face; she glanced at that pocket with the limousine's business card in it again, so I knew whatever she planned to say would be monumental. I couldn't even hear her first sentence it was so silent. Crystal cranked up the volume slightly, "One more thing ... do you remember ... shortly before Nadia's graduation party ... we were coming back from a run ... you asked me a question?" She scrunched up her face and tried to choke back crying for a second, and then haltingly stuttered, "I. Want. To. Change. My. Answer." Each word was punctuated by a sob of epic proportions. Crystal threw herself back against my chest again accompanied by a further flood of tears and loud crying. I would have never guessed Crystal could cry so much fluid in such a short period of time. This visit – this very conversation – must have been mind consuming for her for months. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me, rubbing her back with one hand. Crystal Clear Ch. 32 I repeated with certainty because I knew instantly, "I asked for you to marry me, and the question still stands. I will gladly accept a 'Yes' instead of the 'No' you gave me at the time." From below my chest I heard through a cracking voice, "You will?" "I will, and I do. You say the right word, and I'll make it happen. I'll do it as soon as we can get a marriage license, or I'll fly to Vegas with you tonight and do it. Crystal, I still love you just as much, if not more, than I ever did." Crystal pulled away to look at me again. She was still crying and trying to focus on my face through her red, teary eyes. "You forgive me for all that shit I did, for not talking to you, and you accept the imperfect me, and you'll have a baby with me, and you'll marry me?" "Yes, on all counts." "Oh, God, I love you so much. You're making this so easy for me. It took me a two whole months with Dr. Cowan to work up to coming back and saying these things. I haven't slept well at all worrying about what you'd say or do, whether you'd kick me out ... instead, you ... you love me! ... And, you'll take me back!" Crystal launched herself into my arms and planted a super-molten volcanic cosmic explosion nuclear kiss on me that curled my toes. A kiss I'd missed for six months. I kissed back with equal fervor. After we broke apart, I spoke, "Just to remind you: you had some good reasons for saying 'No' at the time that mostly involved the others." Crystal said excitedly through her tears, "I know. I know. I've thought about that – about them – all our friends and lovers. I talked about this over and over with Dr. Cowan too – back to my inferiority complex. We can still have the same relationship with everyone we do now; it'll just be with US instead of YOU and ME separately. Can you live with that?" For a second, she looked worried again. "I keep saying 'Yes' to you." I gave her a supportive smile. We were quiet for a moment, and I asked, "Is there anything more?" Crystal nodded almost in relief, "Just one, and I hope it's easy for you. It's nothing bad or earth shaking, or as dramatic as anything we just talked about. Would you come back to Tucson with me for a couple of days and meet with Dr. Cowan and probably me? She thinks it would a good idea to meet you, talk to you, and for the three of us to hash over some of this stuff in her presence – sort of like couples therapy. It'll help her give me some closure on some of this stuff, plus I think she might have some homework questions for you to think about, but she never told me what they were about." I laughed, "That'll be another 'Yes.' Lauren worked through dozens of deep and probing questions with me about what your homecoming would be like, how I felt about you, what made me mad, what made me happy, how I'd react, how the others would react, what you'd be like, and on and on. I'm used to tough questions and doing homework thanks to her. She tapped into a friend who's a psychiatrist at her hospital to get ideas about what to talk to me about. It seems like those questions have been a major part of my life since you left. So, yes." I paused and asked again, "Anything more?" Crystal hugged me, shook her head, and sobbed with happy tears this time instead of tears of anxiety and fear, "Oh, no. You forgive me, you'll live with me, and love me, you'll be a parent with me, and you'll marry me, what else could I wish for? Right now, you've made me the happiest I've been in a year. I feel as if an elephant just stopped sitting on me." "Shall we tell the others?" "Yes. All of it, please. But, first, I want to talk with just Ellen and Claire. Could they come talk? You can stay too if you want." I understood the dynamics of the situation. I went inside and got Crystal's sister and her nearly adopted sister. The three of them sat side by side on the stoop with Crystal in the middle. I sat back and let Crystal do it her way; she'd obviously put a great deal of thought about what she'd say and how she'd say it. Another ocean of tears descended onto the front stoop from the three of them. Ellen didn't blink when Crystal told her on the front stoop that we planned to marry, but I watched her eyes tear up, and she bit her lip to control her emotions. Eventually, Ellen started sobbing uncontrollably with her face in her hands. After talking with Crystal, Ellen staggered down the driveway sobbing wildly. Claire had gone with her – also with tears streaming down her face. Crystal followed close behind the pair. They stood among the parked cars and talked, Crystal doing most of the talking. I couldn't hear them. After fifteen minutes, the trio came back to the stoop and looked as though they'd reached some understanding that satisfied each of them. I find out later from one of them what got said; I thought it important. They said they were ready to meet with the others, so we went inside to see the rest of our circle of friends. I put my arm around my new fiancée, and we went through the front door of 'our' home with Ellen and Claire part and parcel of the family. Crystal Clear Ch. 32