Crystals Summer Fantasy
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Peter pulled out and came, spraying his come all over her body. Crystal was fascinated by the spurts of white from his tip. The warm fluid splashed all over her, but none came near her open mouth except for a few drops that landed on her cheek.
"You were supposed to come in my mouth," she said.
"Open wider."
Crystal was on her back with her legs apart and nearly flat on the ground. "I'm about as open as I can get."
He looked at her sex. And quite a sight. I love your pussy."
Crystal was still feeling very randy, but there didn't seem to be any spare guys around to help her with that. She'd been sucking a guy named Tyler, but he'd taken his hard cock over to Karen and was burying it in her as hard as he could. Most of the rest of the guys were likewise involved; it was a scene of constant rising and falling bottoms. A few guys were not moving. Like Tyler, they'd just come and were starting to recover.
They were officially holding a 'team building off-site' at the Lodge. Hubbard owned a number of properties that it used or rented out for corporate conferences, off-sites, retreats, and get-togethers. Most were in various business parks around town. Two, the Lodge and the Lake were for the use of Hubbard only. The rest were typical corporate meeting facilities.
The Lake was a four-building estate on one of the hundreds of lakes in the area. Most of the time it was the ideal place for the employees to go to have some privacy, 30 acres of woods with a lakefront stretch of beach. The only knock against it was that in certain times of the year there were a lot of mosquitos.
The Lodge was a ski lodge in the winter, and was leased out as such to a company that promoted cross-country skiing. It was on a hillside that overlooked woods with hundreds of ski trails, often used as hiking trails in the summer. The building was L-shaped, with part of the area behind the lodge blocked from view by the building.
That was important as this afternoon's "team building" demanded privacy. Everyone in attendance was in that area, collecting some sun, and getting to know their fellow employees a lot more intimately. Later, after the sun had gone down, they would move their activities inside where they could be warm, cozy, and private.
Crystal began using her fingers to scoop up some of the come Tyler had shot all over her, She licked her fingers clean while grinning at him. She had never understood what it was, but most guys seemed to get excited by watching her do that. After a bit, though, she just rubbed it into her skin, especially around her breasts.
"It's good for the girls," a female voice said. "At least I find it so."
"Better than any suntan lotion," Crystal replied. She squinted up at the girl. "Oh, hi Marie. I couldn't quite see you against the sky. What's up?"
Marie settled down next to Crystal. "None of the guys, that's for sure. I'm suffering from that male affliction: Recovery."
"Me, too." Crystal got up. "I was thinking of going inside and getting some iced tea or something."
"Good idea. I'm a little thirsty for some reason."
"Swallowing?" When Marie nodded, Crystal smiled sympathetically. "If come wasn't so salty, we wouldn't get so thirsty. Besides, I should pee."
"Yeah, me, too."
After that chore was taken care of, and the girls had made some iced tea, they settled at a table in the shade. People were still going at it. A slight rise in the ground behind the lodge kept anyone in the woods below from seeing what was going on. This was the perfect place, and a perfect day, for sitting outside, naked, and watching their friends fuck, suck, and lick.
"I've never been to one of these before," Marie confessed. "Are they all like this?"
"It depends upon where it is," Crystal said. "If it's at one of the business parks around town, then no. Those are about what you'd expect, usually exercises led by some HR person, and so on. Or we'll be brainstorming some project.
"However, if they're held at the Lake or here at the Lodge, then this is normal."
Marie laughed briefly. "If you consider group sex to be 'normal'."
"The trick is to learn to pace yourself. Guys need time to recover, as we both know, and normally they want to be up for whatever happens at night. This is the first day, so everyone had to rip their clothes off and jump on each other. The next two days won't be constant sex. There'll be a lot of other things, too."
"but plenty of sex. I can't seem to get it off my mind."
"Well, partly that's all the naked bodies." Crystal smiled. "Ever notice that most of the guys are pretty lean?"
"Yeah." Marie looked around. "Actually, no, I hadn't, not until just now."
"One of the guys explained it: sex is a fairly intense aerobic exercise, which is why most of us girls don't have too many problems keeping off the weight either."
Marie smiled. "I knew sex was supposed to be good for you, though my mother didn't really approve, or believe it.
A girl should only use access to her body as a reward, or if she is absolutely determined to have a baby."
"Sounds like too many mothers. Of course, just between you and me, they got brainwashed by their mothers and grandmothers."
"They sure did. Tell me, how do you do it?"
"Do it?"
"You know, separate home and work. I wanted to hear it from you because you've had a baby, too."
"Everyone has to find their own answers," Crystal said. "I learned that I don't think about what happens at work, especially when I'm at home. What happens here is just a passing fancy. What happens at home is love."
"And the baby? Was that... ?"
"An accident?" Crystal shook her head. "No, not in the slightest. I talked with HR, and they transferred me to the main offices downtown. It's funny, but you don't feel any compulsion or need to have sex. Then I made sure I only made love with my husband. About a month after I was confirmed as pregnant I transferred to the East offices."
"Not back to the Tech Center?"
"I'm one block from a daycare. After I had the baby that was the most convenient place to be."
"Oh. I didn't think of that."
"I go over there every day for lunch. I'm not nursing any more, but I still go. It helps."
Marie took a sip of her tea. She stared at the condensation ring on the table, tracing it with her finger. "I never ... I guess I didn't think of after the baby."
"You think of these things while you're pregnant. You're responsible for this new life, and all sorts of things occur to you that you never thought of before."
"So ... So you just don't think of what happens here?"
"In part. I take a shower after work and before going home. That helps. It's sort of washing the smell away. My husband asked about why I smell like I just stepped out of the shower, and I told him that I often get some sun during my breaks. I do, too. I just don't tell him that I'm totally naked."
"Maybe I should transfer to the East offices."
"If you do, take extra care with your suntan lotion. Get it in your scalp, and between your legs ... Get it on your breasts, too. The last two places don't get any sun, at least not normally, and are more likely to burn than tan if you're not careful."
"I've noticed baseball caps hanging on hooks in the East offices."
Crystal nodded. "They're easier to wear than putting sunscreen on your scalp. You always miss a place, and it hurts."
"I bet. It probably hurts elsewhere, too."
"Not as much as you might think. You can always wear a skirt and no underwear; that takes care of down there. As for your boobs, well, at Hubbard it isn't a big deal, but just don't wear a bra for a couple of days. When it happened to me I told people I'd gotten a sunburn on my back. The women all flinched. That's better than admitting your boobs got a sunburn."
"If you didn't wear a bra... ?"
"A camisole. They're opaque, and loose, and while they don't support you, the extra layers of cover seem to be acceptable to even the most priggish women."
"I never thought ... Good idea."
"I had somebody pass on some tips, just like I am to you."
Marie nodded again. "Thanks." She looked over the resting bodies. "You know, I never thought about the recovery time a guy needs."
"And why should you?" Crystal asked. "If your husband is like mine, you make love, you cuddle, and you drift off to sleep still snuggled together."
Marie nodded. Yeah, that's about right. I guess a girl never really has to think about male performance."
"Not until she comes to work at Hubbard." Crystal saw that people were getting up from the blankets spread on the lawn, guys as well as gals. "I think some of the late afternoon activities are going to start soon. We'll probably be dressed, and we might even be split into boys and girls."
Marie finished her iced tea. "Good. Team building. How exciting."
"Actually they can be fun." Crystal finished her iced tea as well. ""I'll warn you in advance. These things are unique to Hubbard. You won't find team exercises like these at any other company."
The first "exercise" was a short walk up the hill behind the lodge. There was a little grumbling, but only at first. It wasn't strenuous, and the view was pretty good. They were gone about an hour, and when they returned Sandy, the HR Director, took everyone on a tour.
"The important thing to note here on the first floor," she said, "is the sauna. As you can see, the guys are using it right now. I want to caution everyone about doing anything while in the sauna, it can really drain you. It's best to get out of the sauna, take a shower, and proceed from there. Now down the hall..."
When Sandy's tour finished she sent all of the girls back to their rooms "to get more comfortable". She also announced about an hour's free time, "but don't wear out the guys, save that for later." There was a lot of giggling from that.
Crystal had been assigned a room on the second floor near the end. She shared it with her sister Candace and two guys. The room had two queen-sized beds, a large dresser with four sections, and two closets. The bathroom was just outside the door to the apartment.
After dinner there was a movie, Undercover Blues. Despite the suggestive nature of the title it was an action/adventure comedy about spies in New Orleans. At first most people didn't pay that much attention to the show because they were busy fondling and necking. But after a bit that tapered off as people began to enjoy the movie.
Sandy, the HR Director, put on a much steamier movie afterward, fairly short but with plenty of explicit action. This was the first of a three-parter that had originally been made for Showtime. It was about an off-beat mixed gender fraternity/sorority, and the escapades they got up to as they tried to keep things secret from the campus authorities.
She'd been sitting next to Bob, and by the time the movie ended she was almost squirming with desire, and Bob was rock hard, filling her hand nicely. The 'arrangement' was that the beds were for the girls, and the guys moved around as needed. That meant she had the bed for just the two of them.
Bob was just as eager to put it in as she was. They'd done a lot of necking during the second movie, with his fingers probing between her legs while she worked her hand up and down his hard length. So when they got to the bedroom she was on the bed first, her legs apart, while Bob was right behind her, aiming his cock right where she wanted.
His cock seemed to go right through her. She arched up in instinctive response, groaning at his sudden (and welcome) intrusion. It felt so good she cried out in excitement when he pulled it all the way out and then rammed it in again.
"God! Yes! Yes! Fuck me with that thing!"
Bb didn't waste time on words. He did it as hard as he could. Crystal squeezed her breasts, then pulled him down on top of her, mashing her burning lips to his.
Bob slid his hands under her. They moved together, his aim unerring as he came out and went back in again time after time.
Crystal squirmed around, giving him a different angle, getting different nerves rubbed with each thrust. He was so deep, and he was going so fast it was like one continuous thrust, not millions of smaller ones.
"God! Fuck! Gonna come! Fuck me till I come!"
Bob tried. The bed was shaking, and she began to groan, not even capable of words as the tension and excitement rose. This was fast and furious, and she knew they could go again almost right away. That made her try to squeeze him with her muscles down there. She wasn't sure he felt it, but it made him seem even bigger.
"Oh God," Bob gasped. "I'm gonna blow! You're making me come!"
"Come – ah – come for me – oh – ah – come for me! Give me-ah-give me your-ah-come!"
Everything tightened up for one incredible instant, and then she was past it, squeezing down on him, trying to milk his cock of its cream.
Bob closed his eyes, grimacing, his face turning red. Then he was groaning repeatedly, his body shaking as his cock plunged deep and held itself there.
He gave her a dozen little thrusts, as if trying to keep things going. He slowed, stopped, and they lay there, breathing hard, their skin sweaty, and neither of them tired.
She'd only had sex at work during her morning or afternoon breaks, and there was never enough time to just relax in the aftermath of their joining. There was at the off-site. They moved slightly to hold each other without pressure. She felt warm and complete. The tension had flushed out of her, and now she was happily discovering that he wasn't losing his stiffness.
She remembered that ad on TV warning guys to seek medical help if they had an erection that lasted more than four hours. That might not be good for the guy, but it was definitely a bonus for the girl. A guy who could keep it up for an hour was wonderful, though she was also sure a lot of the guys at Hubbard could achieve that if the circumstances were right.
Holding each other like that soon began to give way to other movement. Between her own natural wetness, and what he'd provided, the movement of his cock was fairly easy, even when they tried it in different positions.
She especially liked when he got behind her, mostly because he got so deep. She lost her strength partway through, doing a face-plant on the bed. Bob's hands were on her hips, but she was ramming herself back on him, and it felt like he was splitting her open so he could come in her tummy.
When he finally came it was only after she'd popped twice. They collapsed on their sides, his hands still holding them together.
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Edie Gerst and her editor published the story about my baby, Summer, George, Crystal, and me on Thursday. They carefully picked the day of the week, because that's the day most of the tabloids get to the newsstands, so it would be a week before they would be able to catch up with the scoop we'd given the Dayton Daily News. By the time they would be able to write about the story, it would be old news, and depending on what else happened during the week, including what flying saucers landed...
"We've been invited to her home!" an excited Andrea announced after she and Crystal emerged from the hotel lobby's public phone booth. "Whose home?" I wondered, not really having paid much attention. I was sitting splayed across one of the Crown Hotel's most threadbare red velour sofas. We were now on the latest stop of our trans-American tour and in the city of Providence, the capital of the tiny Ocean State of Rhode Island. I'd been browsing statistics about the state in a tourist...
Both Crystal's and Judy's parents preferred that their daughters be buried rather than cremated so the final moments of the funeral weren't of two coffins sliding inside a furnace and being incinerated. Instead a procession of hearses snaked out of the funeral home and wound through the roads and avenues of Rock Hill to Crystal's final resting place at the Forest Hills Cemetery. I was a mess of sorrow and tears during the whole drive. The brief respite I'd had from my grief by the need...
A lot of hate is thrown on boredom, but without boredom, where would humanity be? Boredom has been the impetus behind many of man's most significant accomplishments. Along with sex, it's one of our primary guiding motivations.From Boredom to WhoredomNothing is worse than sitting around with nothing to do. Why do you think we all masturbate so fucking much. It's the easiest solution to having nothing to do. Boredom can even lead a bitch to discover porn, and that's precisely what happened to...
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...