Crystals Summer Fantasy
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Crystal looked out the window at the downtown scene. There was snow everywhere, cars abandoned in the middle of the street, and a few hardy souls braving the elements as they hurried from doorway to doorway to escape winter's icy blast.
"It doesn't look like I'll be getting out of here any time soon," she told Carl. "I don't even see busses running."
"The State Patrol is telling people to stay where you are."
She made up her mind. "Don't come get me. I'll stay here at work. We're warm, someone will probably get food in here, and I think it's better if we stay."
"I agree." She could hear him nod. "I'm staying here, too." He worked at a large server farm on the north side, ironically only a few blocks from the North Satellite Office. "We have an Asian market next door, so we can get food."
"Promise me you won't tell me what you ate. I don't want to know!"
He laughed. "Promise. There are some things we're better off not knowing."
"Okay, I just saw the forecast. This should lighten up in another day or so." She saw someone dashing across the street into a restaurant. "Hopefully we'll all be able to get out of here soon."
"Hopefully. Love you."
"And I love you."
She hung up glad that he was being sensible. The storm had hit suddenly. That morning there'd been talk of more snow, but that hadn't materialized. Instead had come winds of 24 mph, and temperatures that were below zero. Cars had stalled in the streets, and even the National Guard was having trouble getting around.
Crystal had thought of leaving at noon, and now she was glad she hadn't. Jenny, one of her co-workers, had called from her cell while halfway home. Her bus had stalled, and they'd been taken to a church basement, tramping a quarter mile through the wind. The bus had only made it about a mile from the downtown area.
"Bad?" her mother said from behind her.
"Carl is staying put. I'm going to as well."
The air next to the windows was cool, not cold, but still it felt bad. Crystal joined her mother and they walked back to Crystal's cubicle.
"Candace called a few minutes ago," her mother said. "They're staying an extra couple of days in Florida." She sighed. "Disneyworld is giving them a cut rate because airline flights are canceled into our airport."
"That was nice of them." I could do with some Florida sun and warmth."
Her mother smiled. "You and me, both." She sighed. "We're all caught up on our work in finance. I'm sure there are some things we could do, but accounting is more day-to-day than people realize."
"We have plenty of things we can do here in programming," Crystal admitted. People will be looking for entertainment, though."
"Netflix," her mother said. "Or, of course..." She smiled.
"Looks like we're going to have an off-site here at work." That isn't a bad thing."
"All we did during our off-site was have sex, sex, and more sex," her mother said. "By the end of three days I didn't want to look at another dick, soft or hard."
"Neither did I. Ours was four days. That fourth day there was a lot of lying around in the sun. Oh, that night there were some intimate moments, but for most of one day we didn't."
"Even the one you told me about, Kayla?"
"Even her. It's funny, as long as we were outside nobody really thought about it. The feelings started when we went back inside."
"Yeah, that is kind of funny." Her mother sighed. "Well, I'd best get back to my desk. I've already called your father to tell him I'm hunkered down here. I just wanted to see how you were doing."
She walked off.
Crystal sat at her desk and did some coding, but after a bit she realized she was thinking of sex. It happened every time she did any extensive typing. Normally her arms bumped her breasts and they just got out of the way. It was such a common feeling that you'd had since you were 14 or so that you didn't even notice. But now, she'd bump her breast, it would move, and the fabric would drag at her nipple, rubbing that bud. She looked down. Both of them were stiff. It was like two pencil erasers under her blouse.
"Next thing you know, I'll be rubbing myself," she muttered.
Well, when she got in this mood there was one sure-fire cure ... she logged off and headed for the break room.
His name was Morgan, and he was a programmer who did scripts for the Customer Service Department. He took a lot of delight in teasing her stiff nipples with his stiff cock. Finally she leaned forward and mashed her breasts around his hardness. She sighed happily. There was something about his male hardness meeting her female softness...
They did it for a bit between her breasts, his warm hands holding them in place. It was obvious he was getting more excitement from it than she was, and he pulled away to spend time kissing her mounds instead.
I wonder if it's possible to come just from him playing with your breasts? She'd read of women who had. They described it as a rounder climax, whatever that meant.
Morgan touched her legs. They practically flew apart, and she lay back, open and inviting. He knelt between her legs, his cock pointing straight at her. She caressed it several times, and then pushed it down toward her entrance.
Morgan knew what to do at that point. He fit the blunt head of his cock against her opening and pushed. Crystal sucked in her breath as she felt him sliding in.
"God," she whispered, "I love that."
She remembered the last time she'd been with Morgan. It'd been at the end of her period, and they'd gotten together after work in the shower. She'd never done it standing up, and it was awkward at first. Finally she'd leaned against the clear glass wall while he crouched and thrust into her from behind. That had been so wild, so completely off-the-wall, so crazy, and she'd actually come. Later she decided it was the situation plus how she got so sensitive down there during her period. Whatever it was, it'd been worth it.
Now, as Morgan reached as deep as he could, they rearranged themselves. "I like that," she murmured. "It feels like your cock is stirring around inside me."
He grinned, drew back, and began thrusting. After a couple of thrusts she began to match him. It was the same old thing, with the same old expected payoff.
"God," she said. "So fucking good! I love how your cock feels."
"I love how your pussy feels."
She'd always wondered what it felt like for a guy. She'd never know, which was too bad. It was one of the things about sex that she really wanted to know. Men probably wondered the same thing about women.
"Ah. Ah ... Ah. God. So fucking big. Fuck. Fuck me. Ah. Ah. Fuck me with that big cock. Horse cock. Gld. Ah."
She ran her hands all over him. He was lying right on top of her, his body a giant caress of hers. He had a lot of chest hair, and it was sort of prickling her tits. She'd tightened her legs at first. Now she drew them up, her heels on his butt. It made him feel different, like he was driving down into her.
"Deep," she whispered between moans. "God, hard, deep."
She pictured his cock reaching up past her cervix, past her womb even, going deep into her body. He was filling every little bit of her emptiness.
He suddenly sped up, stiffened, and shuddered. He just came, she thought. He slowed, then stopped, breathing hard.
Now she remembered. Morgan sometimes had a hair-trigger. Something would connect in his head and he would pop. Once he did he was through for a bit.
He was still somewhat stiff when he pulled out, but his cock was drooping. A thin strand of come dripped out of the tip, landing on her thigh.
She kissed the first part of him that she could, then got up. She should pee, she should clean up, she should ... Find someone else because she was hornier than ever.
This guy's name was Tony, a system techie. She toyed with his cock while it was still soft, but that didn't last long.
"You like playing with it, don't you," he said.
"I like playing with soft cocks," she replied. "There are only three things you can do with a hard one."
"Oh?"
"Suck them, jack them, or ride them." She didn't give him a chance to choose, she guided him down to where Morgan had left her unsatisfied.
Tony didn't hesitate. He thrust. She was wet enough from her own juices and the leftovers from Morgan that Tony slid right home.
Crystal gasped. "God! Hard!"
Tony began thrusting, but bent and kissed her tits as well. She stirred, feeling a jolt of something go from her tips to her womb, making it stir.
"You're hot today."
"Yeah, and I want you to do something about it!"
He grinned and thrust even harder.
Tony was a lot better than Morgan. He kept up a steady thrusting, but his hands roamed over her body and his mouth seemed to take great delight in kissing every sensitive spot he could reach, especially under her ear, while he kept moving.
It was like he was stoking a fire. After a bit each thrust seemed to raise her temperature. She could also feel the rising pressure. She twisted and turned, trying to hold it back, but he was relentless. She was finally just barely holding on as he went harder, deeper, stronger.
"Gonna come!" she got out. "Oh God, coming! I'm coming!"
That moment came, pushing her up until she couldn't stand it any more. He was so strong, the only thing she could cling to.
The feelings passed, and she realized he was still thrusting. She could sense he was close. She wanted to be the chalice for his need. She pulled him down with each in-thrust, relaxing as he pulled back. Finally he grimaced, and she felt his body tense.
He slowed, thrusting erratically, then stopping. He was breathing hard, and he seemed completely out of it.
"God," he finally got out, "that was a good one."
"A good one?"
He grinned at her. "Some comes are better than others. I mean, they're all great, but..."
"I know what you mean. Some are over with, bam! Others just last and last."
He nodded. "I can feel myself coming. I stop spurting, but I keep coming."
"You can feel the difference between the two? I didn't think that was possible."
"Oh, it is. It doesn't happen very often, but once in a while I keep coming after I've shot my load."
"Huh. That must be like what a girl feels. We don't have a load to shoot."
"No, I guess not." He bent and kissed her, a passionate one full of heat and fire.
He started to move, and she stopped him. "Leave it in. I like it in there."
He grinned. "I like it in there, too."
Eventually he did pull out. His cock was wet and definitely had lost its hardness. She toyed with it for a bit, especially the bits of white here and there on it.
"You're leaking come," he said, looking between her legs.
She didn't bother moving. "You know, one of the things that has always puzzled me is this fascination guys have with their come. They just have to see it."
He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. I don't understand why, either." He slid his fingers into her, then brought them out with a white coating. "Taste?"
She smiled and licked his fingers clean. "Ah, now I know how you taste."
"Is that important?"
She shook her head. "No, not really. Just one more thing about you."
He sat up and swung his feet off the bed. "Come on. I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine."
"Only if you scrub more than my back."
"Deal!:"
There were three other couples in the room, and all of them were in use. Crystal idly watched the other couples as she and Tony picked their way toward the bathroom. As they were leaving a couple came in and fell on the bed, kissing and groping each other.
"Looks like people are finding things to do," she told Tony as they waited for the couple in the shower to finish.
"Well, there isn't much to do today."
"Yeah, I know."
The couple left the shower, but kept the water going. She and Tony stepped in, and his hands began sliding all over her. She washed what she needed to, and gave herself a quick "finger douche" to clean out most of the come. She still needed to pee, but fortunately that could wait a couple of minutes.
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Twitter Porn AccountsIn her best-selling biography, Polly Tarantella makes clear that she ranks the most significant days of Crystal Passion’s life as those from when she arrived at JFK airport until her fateful last day on American soil. It’s probably not surprising that an American writer asserts that Crystal’s few weeks in America should be her most important. Although Polly interviewed me for the book and we continue to exchange e-mails, there’s a lot in her account I don’t really recognise. And this is even...
We dozed for a long time, drifting in and out of a pleasurable nap brought on by the soporific afterglow of the pleasure we'd just completed. Not unexpectedly, I had dreams of a sexual nature. I held Kim's naked body against me; our spent sex organs nestled together at our groins, and my hand cupping one breast. Behind Kim, her daughter Crystal lay naked and tightly against her mother's body; one arm wrapped around and cupping Kim's other breast. Ellen had spooned behind me; her erect...
"You don't really want to know about my sex life or nearly the lack of one." I told her. We had joked about sex as Carol was growing up and had our talk about safe sex, I had let my ex wife do the sex talk with Carol. Carol had asked questions about different things about sex over the years but nothing that was personal. "Dad you are a great looking guy and I wish you would get out more, maybe get laid once in a while." Carol was blushing badly by the time she finished saying...
Crystal always had me fascinated from a young age. The eldest daughter of Mr and Mrs Clifton nextdoor, she was older than me by about 5-10 years. She was more mature than the rest of us k**s growing up, but still cooler to hang out with than the grown ups when our parents would get together for one of the many neighbourly BBQs on their back deck. We had a close relationship with the Cliftons. I was about 4 or 5 when both our families had moved into the street about the same time. The summer...
Crystal always had me fascinated from a young age. The eldest daughter of Mr and Mrs Clifton nextdoor, she was older than me by about 5-10 years. She was more mature than the rest of us k**s growing up, but still cooler to hang out with than the grown ups when our parents would get together for one of the many neighbourly BBQs on their back deck. We had a close relationship with the Cliftons. I was about 4 or 5 when both our families had moved into the street about the same time.The summer...
When my dad passed away last year, I wanted to come home and be with my mother. But mom insisted that I finish the semester. College was important to both my parents. I did come back for a few days for the services. Mom and dad had a modest savings account and dad had a pretty good insurance policy, so we were ok financially, at least for a while. The first few days back at school were difficult as you can imagine, but I called mom almost every night to be sure she was ok. When the semester...
In her best-selling biography, Polly Tarantella makes clear that she ranks the most significant days of Crystal Passion's life as those from when she arrived at JFK airport until her fateful last day on American soil. It's probably not surprising that an American writer asserts that Crystal's few weeks in America should be her most important. Although Polly interviewed me for the book and we continue to exchange e-mails, there's a lot in her account I don't really recognise. And this is...
However much I admired Crystal's song-writing skills when I was playing in her band, I didn't really dwell much on the meaning of her lyrics. Certainly not with the intense attention to detail as Polly Tarantella. She quotes from Crystal Passion's lyrics as if it was poetry and uncovered depths of meaning in them that had never occurred to me. I suppose it's natural to think you might glean everything about Crystal's philosophy of life from her lyrics, especially since she never...
It's often assumed that because I've been cast as Crystal's best friend, I'm also the one who knows most about her childhood or at least about her life before she became a musician. That's just not true. Her husband Mark knew Crystal's family far better than I ever did. Mark was never really a close friend. In fact, I regarded him rather more as a rival. Neither Crystal nor Mark were jealous lovers but that wasn't what it was like for me, although I accepted Crystal's sexual...
Crystal Clear Crystal Clear.Written byGemma Swallow AKA Tainted Angel "She knew that she was out of her depth; she was usually self assured, confident, controlled. She was proud of her ability to handle herself well, people saw what she wanted them to see, that is not to say that she was deceptive she had just got used to dealing with things alone. If she was honest with herself she was a bit of a control freak. It was safer that way. She always thought that she would like to have a man...
Edie, the pretty reporter from the Dayton Daily News, appeared nonplused. "You ... err, how can I ask this delicately ... you conceived a second child last night?" She looked between Summer and me about a dozen times in ten seconds. Summer spoke directly, not being evasive in any way, "Yes, exactly." "How do you know you're pregnant? You can't tell for sure for at least a couple of weeks." "I can," Summer replied with great certainty. "I knew it the second he ... the second his...
There’s a lot I simply can’t remember that happened in the following few days we were stranded in Rock Hill. My attention was almost entirely focused on my overwhelming sense of grief. I was completely disconnected from the many events swirling around me. I guess I was hoping that Crystal might still be alive and would magically appear from somewhere. And when it was established that Crystal had been murdered at almost exactly the time that Judy Dildo made her brief appearance at the Penitence...
The powers that be at Sony Entertainment had decided that Wengen, Switzerland, would be the perfect place to film the outdoor ski scenes for our movie Downslope. The small ski town was serviced by a rack railway system. The massive and famous Eiger rises spectacularly in front of the town, a well-known part of the Alps. Ski slopes of all varieties and difficulties left from the town, with a wide variety of transport to return to home base once some end point had been reached. Crystal and I...
Crystal Sky: Origins by Red The Bard It all started when a rock fell from the sky and landed on Zoey's head. It had been a pretty nice day so far, she had finished her morning shift at the hospital, and was heading home for some sleep, the noon sun pounding hot against her head. It wasn't long, however, until she felt a more decisive pounding, as a small yellow rock cracked against her skull, sending the brunette crumpling to the floor. She groaned, motes dancing in her vision and her...
Chapter Seven ‘Detroit!’ Jacquie exclaimed as she looked up from the tour itinerary she’d been reading. ‘That’s where our next gig’s gonna be. I’ve always wanted to go there.’ ‘Home of the MC5 and Iggy Pop,’ remarked Judy Dildo. ‘And much more importantly,’ I said. ‘The home of Techno.’ ‘It’ll be good to see Juan Atkins or Derrick May on the decks,’ said Jane. ‘I absolutely love that Nude Photo album.’ ‘You’re irrepressible!’ giggled Philippa who excitedly gripped Jane’s shoulder. She was...
I guess it should be obvious to just about everyone simply by having a look at an atlas, but it came as something of a surprise to me, to realise how big America actually is, and we were only travelling from North to South down the Eastern United States. Almost every single one of America's states is bigger than England, and some are bigger than France or Germany, but when you travel across Europe you know for sure when you've left one country and entered another. In America the differences...