Road Trip - Jim Mellon's Erotic Journey Across AmericaChapter 22: Texas free porn video

Crystal bounded into the living room of the suite I'd found reserved for us at the Four Seasons when I arrived the evening before; she launched herself into my arms. I caught her without falling over, and we hugged and kissed each other over and over. Behind her, a hotel bellhop slowly removed her luggage and one of her guitars from a cart, piling up things in one corner of the spacious living room.

As I hugged her, I told Crystal, "I have missed you so. Somehow, we've got to see each other more often than every few weeks. I think we've even been lucky so far with our schedules."

Crystal kissed me passionately, "Me too. We need to figure out a way to be famous and for you to take the rest of your road trip. We'll talk about it later, after I fuck your brains out."

The bellhop looked highly interested at Crystal's words, but dutifully stood by the luggage and his empty cart trying to keep his gaze off of us as we fawned over each other. Finally, I took the hint. I pulled a twenty from my wallet and gave it to him. I got a big smile, and he backed out of the room clearly hoping to catch another scene of us kissing before he pulled the door closed.

Crystal turned to me and said, "Come and make love to me. Before we do another thing, I have wanted you physically and spiritually and in every other way I could think of since we left Branson." She tugged me to the bedroom that opened onto the living room, and that I had obviously used the night before. Another bedroom also shared the space on the other side of the suite. Did someone foolishly think we'd sleep apart? We were known in the press to be an 'item' ever since the day I first met Crystal.

I helped Crystal dispose of her boots and clothing. Just for kicks, she put her western boots back on and posed for me in front of the fake fireplace in the room. I took her picture with my cell phone – a little memento for our next time apart.

I then pulled Crystal to the middle of the bed, we knelt, and I made oral love to her breasts for a while. As I did, Crystal started to undress me with a sense of urgency. I quickly stripped the rest of my clothing off, and in seconds, my cock was embedded deep inside Crystal's warmth. I thought how l felt loved and at 'home' with Crystal, even though I felt homeless and a vagabond during my road trip. Home was being with someone I loved.

We were eager, impatient even, to bring each other pleasure. Remarkably, we restrained ourselves and played for over an hour, each of us occasionally enjoying an orgasm, until I decided to do a 'big cum' into her folds. We synchronized our peaks, and so Crystal went to her heaven as I went to mine and left my essence inside her.

After we had floated down to a more normal physiological state, Crystal pushed me off and sucked me clean. As she finished, she kissed the tip of my penis. She asked, "And how many pussies has Mr. Happy been in since we last fucked? You had a typo in your email about Oklahoma; it made me laugh – you said you fucked thirty-five women. What was it, three or five?" She laughed, and started to masturbate me. I responded well to her ministrations.

I grinned at her and said, "Nope, that wasn't a typo."

Crystal's jaw dropped open. She said, "Surely, you jest." She jabbed me in the ribs, "Come on, give! Details!" She asked, "What'd you do, fuck a whole sorority?" She laughed, and I took that as a good sign, or at least a sign that my ass wasn't grass for getting deep into my 'man slut' role again and fucking so many women – most in one night.

I told her, "No, just most of debutantes at a party in Oklahoma celebrating their coming out, plus a few others – alumni of similar parties in past years."

Crystal was smiling now. "Oh, great! Now, you'd better tell me all the hot, erotic details."

I spent a half hour telling her about the Fine Arts Ball, Heather, the debutantes, the alumni, and the orgy they had after the formal ball. I described particularly the round robin fuck sessions in some of the hotel rooms, and told her that was how I'd built up my 'numbers.' As we talked, the two of us enjoyed a slow fuck.

After that, I passed along more details about my visit to Jed's home in Iowa, and being with Sally, Gail, Lena, Nicky, and Camille. I shared a few new points about Brite, the photographer in Minnesota, plus Mitch and Ashley's wedding pictures –– and about the foursome we shared."

Crystal said, "And then you went to the Dakotas, and ran into that tornado?"

I reminded her about my 'concert' and one-night stand with Shaye, the few days with Mils and Connie, and then Midge in Kansas.

Crystal suddenly said with surprise, "Hey, you mean you didn't get laid in Nebraska?"

"Nope," I shook my head.

She punched me. "Well, you are really slacking off. You missed a state. You'd better not do that again. I have high expectations for you, Lover." She laughed, but pumped her hips into my groin a few times, each thrust burying my dick deeper and deeper into her already sodden pussy.

Crystal gave me a shy look, and then began telling me about how she had sex with two guys at a bar she worked at before she became famous, detailing how she got seduced, how she got past the idea there were two guys, and then the pleasures they showered on her body for eight hours until they all had to sleep from exhaustion.

Hours later, Crystal and I sat in the large living room of the suite. We'd dressed, and she wore her western boots, the shortest Daisy Duke shorts in the world, and a loose man's shirt tied in a knot beneath her breasts. My God, she looked sexy. I tried to concentrate on something other than sex as she talked, and that after nearly three hours of non-stop sex.

Crystal told me what she knew about the half-time concert we were to give on Sunday to eighty thousand Dallas Cowboys fans crowded into Cowboy Stadium. My knees shook, and my stomach knotted over the crowd size and the potential for embarrassing myself. She told me the band had arrived and were staying closer to the stadium, because they'd reserved a special room at their hotel to rehearse – something about perfect acoustics. Terry and Ellen were due the next day, and that they would be occupying the other bedroom in our suite.

Crystal and I were the half-time entertainment, singing our two hits and a medley of other country music songs. As the first half ended and the teams left the field, the stadium crew would race into action, creating a stage on the field in fewer than two minutes. Band instruments, props, and lights would be added, plus a large stairway. Crystal's band would take their places and launch into the opening bars of 'Flirty, Flirty Cowgirl, ' Crystal's big hit, that still held onto a place in the Top Ten. Crystal and I would arrive at the stage seconds behind the band; she'd sing most of that hit, and then we'd segue into 'Texas Dawn.' We'd perform all of that song, and then do the medley – something that we'd have to spend some time rehearsing. We had to pick what we'd do before Friday, so everyone connected with the show would know – us, the band, the stage crew, the lighting crew, sound crew, and on and on. As we finished, there'd be fireworks over the stadium, Crystal and I would wave and race off stage, followed by the band members. The roadies would strip away the instruments, amps, and stage, and the second half of the football game would start exactly thirty minutes after the first half ended.

We ran through the schedule a couple of times, talking our way through the steps we'd go through until we'd internalized what the twenty-six-minute halftime would be like for us.

Crystal said, "What songs should we do in the medley after our openers? What would you like to sing?"

I went to one of my saddlebags from the motorcycle, and pulled out my laptop and some crumpled pieces of paper that had somehow managed to survive through the tornado in Kansas.

I turned to Crystal, "I've been writing music in my spare time. I don't know whether it's any good, but I'd love to play it for you. I think it'd be a good duet. It'd need a few words of introduction in the stadium, particularly since no one would have heard it before and the song has a real American Indian flavor to it. If you don't like it, I can save it for something I do alone some other time."

Crystal urged me to sing the song so she could see what it was all about. I picked up my small travel guitar, adjusted the strings, and then started in on the song I'd written, 'The Wolf On Lone Wolf Mountain' starting with the chorus: "There's a wolf on Lone Wolf Mountain, Keeps me awake most every night. He leads me along the paths, To places I need to go."

Crystal seemed spellbound during my short song. When it was over, she came and kissed me in a very tender way. "Jim, you have talent at this. I love it. May I sing this with you?"

I nodded and said, "That was my hope. You mean you like it?"

Crystal kissed me and said, "Absolutely. It's great, and about time we got some Native American flavor to some of our repertoire."

We messed around with the song for an hour, changed the key as well as few words and notes so we could blend our voice better as we sang. Our duet sounded better and better. We agreed we should get other opinions, for instance from Terry, about the song.

Thursday morning, Crystal and I rode my motorcycle to Cowboy Stadium for a rehearsal and to familiarize us with the set and surroundings. She knew that a dry run for the set up crew had been scheduled for ten o'clock. Crystal and I seemed unusually bubbly and excited about the day, a point I chalked up to us being together again.

Stadium security let us ride the Harley right into the arena, with the admonition to stay off the playing surface. I parked at the end of the tunnel just at the edge of the field. A few Dallas Cowboy players were warming up, loosely running plays without any hard physical contact.

A golf cart came down the sideline at us as we walked towards the fifty-yard line. I broke into a smile as I recognized one of the two people in the cart – Tina Devoe, a woman I'd given a first-class sexual massage to at a spa in Michigan about two months earlier. She got out of the cart with an older man who I didn't know. As introductions were made Tina gave me a lip lock and kiss that melted some of the Astroturf around the two of us. Just before we parted, Tina whispered in my ear, "I want us to get together while we're here – and you know what I mean!" Just the thought of that activity gave me a twinge in my nether region.

Crystal looked amused. Tina was about fifty, looked thirty, oozed sex appeal, and had a body movie stars would die for. I noticed some of the crew and band members leering at her. She wore tight jeans that left little to the imagination, spike heels – my favorite, and a designer top that had apparently been designed to reveal almost all of the wearer's generous tits. Tina had generous tits; I knew firsthand – I'd massaged them until Tina had an orgasm.

As our kiss broke, Crystal grinned and said, "I knew you guys would like to see each other again. This is a treat to meet one of your Michigan 'acquaintances.'"

Since I'd met her, we'd discovered that Tina Devoe had a job 'high up' in Sony Entertainment. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I suspected she'd fast-tracked the release of my music album entitled 'Road Trip' from Sony music. The album had been available online and in stores for a couple of weeks. Tina congratulated me on my album breaking into the top ten in that short time period, something I didn't know. Some duets with Crystal were also on the album.

Alan Roswell, the gentleman who had ridden up with Tina, turned out to be responsible for the half-time entertainment on behalf of the Dallas Cowboys, who managed the stadium for the City of Arlington – the stadium owners. About sixty years of age, he wore glasses with coke bottle lenses and sported a short gray ponytail. I thought he might be gay, since – unlike every other male in sight – he displayed little interest in either Tina or Crystal's hot bodies.

Alan walked us through his expectations for the halftime show, a description that meshed perfectly with what Crystal had told me the previous afternoon. He'd called for a dry run by the roadies and some of our band members so they could assess the set up of the mid-field stage and all that went into having the show ready to launch in a matter of seconds after the game stopped at half time.

About that time, twenty young men and women between the ages of twenty and thirty walked out from one of the tunnels giving access to the field. They all wore silver t-shirts with the blue Cowboy's star and the word 'Crew' on the back in large letters. Three of the men in the group came over and joined us; Alan informed us they were squad leaders. Alan had a few words with them, and then they started with their rehearsal.

Crystal, Tina, and I watched as the three squads maneuvered several portable platforms in front of the stands, behind where the Cowboys players' bench stood. Alan nodded to them, blew a shrill whistle, started a stopwatch, and the crew went into motion.

Sections of the stage poured onto the field from the sidelines. Some were carried, and others were on large dollies. The squads moved at a run. Vertical sections were flipped over, legs dropped, and somehow in seconds a large stage materialized before our eyes. From one of the tunnels a large wide-tired forklift truck appeared carrying an eight-foot square platform with the band's amps, keyboards, and a drum set, ready to play except for the electrical hookups. The platform was set atop part of the newly erected stage, and the forklift folded over and neatly tucked itself beneath the stage. One crewmember brought an electrical cable from the sidelines to the stage and in one single move connected the stage to the stadium for power and sound.

As the crew ran off the field, a couple of our band members hustled up the newly erected stairs onto the stage, and pulled their instruments into position from the large pallet. Seconds later, I heard the opening bars to 'Flirty, Flirty Cowgirl.'

Beside us, Alan clicked his watch to a stop, glanced at the dial, and yelled to the sidelines, "Yes! Wonderful everyone. That took two minutes eight seconds – a record. If you can do this Sunday, we'll all be very happy." The crew looked proud, and clearly valued his praise. I saw several give each other high fives.

Alan turned to us and said with a smile, "OK, get up there. Try it out."

Crystal and I ran across the field, up the stairs, and onto the stage. I looked around and nearly froze. Suddenly, I imagined eighty thousand fans yelling and cheering in the stands – looking at me. They were eighty thousand critics. I felt my knees shake again. I wasn't used to this stuff.

Crystal picked up our wireless mics, and handed one to me. She broke into the opening bars of 'Flirty Cowgirl.' I waited and tried to get into the music. About three minutes later, I heard the band segue to 'Texas Dawn.' I moved up beside Crystal, and we started the duet. My voice cracked, and the echo around the stadium made me stutter and pause awkwardly. I tried to focus on the music, and things got a little bit better, but it wasn't a stellar performance – Crystal carried the day.

We took a break in our singing after 'Texas Dawn. Crystal insisted to Alan that we both get fitted with a headset that blocked the delayed sound so I could only hear my own voice and not the confusing reverberations in the stadium. I'd worn one like that at the two concerts I'd given a couple of months earlier, and had done all right. Alan made a cell phone call, and in five minutes a young woman came racing across the field with the requisite headsets.

While we'd waited for the headset, Crystal and I had walked the band through the music I envisioned for the song I wrote, 'The Wolf on Lone Wolf Mountain.' As I put the headset on, Clark Reynolds, the lead guitar player, said, "Hey, let's try this new one, and see how close we can get on it." There were a few test cords and transitions the band tinkered with, as I sang a verse here and there without the amplification to give them a taste of the song.

Clark flicked a dozen switches on his mixer, and my new headset went 'live'; and the band started the introduction to my song. Crystal and I were both playing acoustic guitars. The two of us sang the new song, and much to everyone's amazement the rendition turned out well given it was the first time through for the band. Some of the crewmembers who had waited for the tear down trial applauded and shouted their appreciation for the song. After that song, Crystal and I did a few others with the band working them into a medley. Gradually, I got used to performing in the large stadium, a luxury I hadn't had at the other two large venues I'd sung at previously. That said, I couldn't imagine what it would be like when it was full of fans.

Alan coached us about how the last song should end, including the pyrotechnics. We ran off the field, and Alan again timed the crew in the tear down activities. The stage disappeared with the same speed it had appeared.

On the sidelines, Tina cornered the two of us; "Where'd that song about the wolf come from; I loved it. It touched me in an interesting way – it has roots with Native Americans, yet it's mystic and had a message. I like it."

Crystal stood tall, turned to me, and announced to Tina, "Jim just wrote it. He's got yet another talent we didn't know about." Then Crystal looked at Tina and grinned like a proud mother.

Tina asked about recording the song so they could release it as a single. I started to answer, and Crystal jumped in and said that our agent, Terry, needed to be in such a discussion. I'd just learned something, so nodded wisely, and Tina apologized for any breach of protocol.

I got interested in part of the sound system and the stage set up, so I wandered around with Alan asking questions. Tina and Crystal seemed to bond quickly, and soon were having a hushed conversation. They frequently looked up and gestured in my direction, often with conspiratorial looks. Twenty minutes later, when I returned to the pair, Crystal said, "I told Tina I knew all about the massage you'd given her when you met in Michigan. I also told her about some of our sexual games and adventures, and our little adventure with the paparazzi in Missouri and the romp with your sister-in-law. I even told her that you liked fucking my sister almost as much as me." She gave me an evil grin, and so did Tina as she joined us. "We've been comparing notes ... notes about your sexual prowess. Now, doesn't that turn you on?"

It did, and I could tell the two of them had made themselves horny too.

As if the thought had made the individuals materialize, Terry and Ellen walked out of one of the portals onto the field. They saw us, waved, and hustled over to us. I made introductions, going so far as to catch Terry's eye and try to signal to him behind Tina's back that Tina was an important person for us. He remembered that Tina was an executive with Sony Entertainment, and an influential person regarding the promotion of our music.

Ellen gave me a sensual kiss and full-frontal hug with hip thrusts. She bluntly whispered in my ear that she wanted some 'cock time' with me. I could feel my erection trying to escape.

After the stage tear-down exercise, Alan announced to us that a buffet lunch had been laid out for everyone in one of the sky boxes; he pointed 'up' towards the stratosphere in the stadium.

The eight members of the band, Tina, Terry, Ellen, Crystal, and I followed Alan through the maze of corridors under the stadium to some elevators that whisked us up to the sky boxes. A buffet table had been set up in one of them, and we filed into the attractive wood paneled room for lunch. A row of high stools sat against a counter that looked down on the field for an unparalleled view of every bit of the action. Several sexy 'stewardesses' were in the skybox to help with anything we needed, according to Alan. During the conversation, I learned that the skyboxes are usually corporate rentals: a twenty-year lease with thirty skybox season tickets netted the stadium forty million dollars! My jaw dropped open at the cost.

I watched as Terry and Tina got into deep conversations. Initially, I thought it was about our music and recording new tracks, but then I watched as the two started to place their hands in strategic locations as they talked in increasingly hushed tones. Tina's hand would stroke up Terry's thigh. Terry's fingers stroked up Tina's arm, wandering slightly to the sides of her full breasts. The both looked content at their interactions. Everybody seemed to be getting horny, yet there was work to be done.

We rehearsed with the band in the afternoon. We felt comfortable with the various songs we chose, started to iron out the transitions in the medley, and took a large step to getting the one I'd written ready for prime time. Alan arranged for drinks and dinner at the Four Seasons. After a long and busy afternoon, we had cocktails and ate outside on the patio at the hotel.

After dinner as we left the table, Tina pulled me aside; "Jim, I'm in that room over there just off the pool, why don't you come by in a few minutes?" This blatant offer of sex had much appeal. I now had three women who wanted 'cock time, ' and I wasn't sure how to respond to Tina's offer, particularly after I knew that Crystal and she had a revealing conversation about our sexual predilections. I had started bumbling my indecisive reply when Crystal appeared at my side. She turned to Tina and said in a low voice to Tina, "Terry, Ellen, and I are having a little party after the party in our suite; I think you two would really like it. It'd give you and Jim the opportunity to get to really 'connect' with each other again – really well, plus you could share your assets in a group setting. Do you enjoy group settings?" Crystal winked at Tina.

Tina smiled and said, "Oh, this sounds like so much fun. Let's get started."

I offered my arms to Crystal and Tina. We strolled from the large patio to our suite.

Tina fit right in with the four of us. We started on the bed with me fucking Tina as Crystal sat on her face and got eaten. Terry and Ellen were in a sixty-nine position next to us in a way so that I could watch Terry eating Ellen's sweet pussy and get whiffs of her sexual smells. They were making all sorts of erotic slurping noises that proved to me that a lot of body fluids were involved in their good sex. Our next 'configuration' involved me deep inside Ellen as she ate Tina's cunt. Terry rammed into Crystal's pussy from behind as she unsuccessfully tried to also eat Tina's twat. Eventually, Crystal succeeded, and at one point, I could also lean over Ellen and tongue Tina's clit along with Crystal. A lot of moaning and groaning went on.

The living room had a large round table whose top rotated like a Lazy Susan. Terry and I removed the lamp, vase, and magazines from the table, and covered the table with folded blankets to make it a softer surface. Soon we had the three women on their backs on the table with their pussies at the edge. Terry and I stood a few feet apart and sank our dicks into two of the women, initially Crystal and Tina. After a minute, we eyeballed each other and pulled out of the women we were fucking. We rotated the table a third way around. Terry started fucking Ellen, and I sank deep into Crystal. Some giggling and then more serious moans resonated in the room. Whichever woman didn't have a cock in her pussy, started to masturbate. Soon, between the laughs and giggles, the moans started.

Another minute, and we jerked ourselves from our current fuckmates and rotated the table again. I could then fuck Ellen, and Tina became the benefactor of Terry's generous endowment. Terry and I really started to pound heavily on the women we were fucking. We went longer and shifted again. We kept up the rotation of the table for over twenty minutes. I coached Terry on how to hold off and how to manage the sensations he felt rather than climax.

Each of the women enjoyed a few orgasms as we teased them in our miniature orgy. Eventually, Terry gave me that desperate look of someone who would like to hold off, but can't manage it. He jetted his cum into Crystal's pussy, pulling out after the first blast and coating her pubes with his man juice. Crystal simultaneously frigged her own clit with her fingers, until she joined him in those instants of bliss. The two kissed frantically, betraying not only the obvious lust they felt for each other, but also the deeper feelings and emotions they felt. I felt happy for her.

I went around the table twice more, skipping Crystal. I'd decided that I wanted to fill Ellen with my liquid explosions when they came. I'd missed her, and I wanted to share an orgasm with her, but I also wanted to deliver pleasure to Tina. I started to frig Tina with several fingers, as I fucked Ellen. The friction of Ellen's vagina walls rubbed and massaged the sensitive head of my cock as I pistoned into her body. Soon enough, I reached the same point Terry had been in only moments before. I came in buckets. My first surge of cum went into Ellen's pussy and triggered her orgasm; she jerked and writhed beneath me. Tina started to cum right beside her. I pulled out of Ellen, and my second and subsequent cum surges shot across both Ellen and Tina's bodies leaving a trail of white semen from their pussies to their full breasts.

Ellen cooed at me as she came down from her peak. She started to rub my semen into her skin; however, Tina stopped her as she hopped down off the table. "I want that on my tongue, not rubbed into your skin until it disappears." Tina's tongue started lapping, pausing around Ellen's nipples to bring them to a state of high arousal. When Tina got close to Ellen's pussy, Ellen spread her legs and pulled Tina's head to her cunt. Tina's tongue went into high gear. Lapping up my cum became a secondary goal for Tina; she wanted to deliver pleasure to her new sex partner. As Tina hummed, rubbed, stroked, and jammed tongue and fingers into Ellen's cunt, Ellen groaned and jerked and writhed beneath her in heavenly responses to the attention she was receiving.

Terry and I escorted Crystal back to the bed and got on either side of her, stroking her breasts and cunt, as she rubbed and massaged our flagging cocks. When we'd hardened a bit, she alternated sucking on each of us until Tina and Ellen came over beside us. Ellen sat between me and Crystal. Tina extended a hand to Crystal's snatch, burying her fingers in the diva's hot pussy as her tongue and her other hand assaulted Ellen's twat. I had a close-up view.

Crystal started writhing from all the attention. Terry and my cock hardened back to their full and ready states, thanks to Crystal's oral talents and then the sapphic display of affection next to us. Before either of us could take further action, Crystal said to Terry and me, "I want you both ... at the same time ... one in each hole. Please, just 'do' me."

Tina and Ellen moved to an easy chair to watch us: Ellen in Tina's lap, as Tina's fingers sank into the other's cunt. A tube of Astroglide appeared, and Terry applied a generous dose to Crystal's ass. Crystal rose above Terry's rigid pole facing me, and slowly slid down his shaft, ass first. When she bottomed out, she slowly lifted and repeated the process, apparently until it became not only comfortable, but also erotically stimulating and pleasurable to her. I got a smile from her.

After two minutes of her anal fuck by Terry, I moved in front of the pair. I put one finger into Crystal's cunt as I thumbed her clit. Through the walls of her peritoneum I could feel Terry's cock slowly moving back and forth in her ass. I shifted forward and sank my cock into Crystal's pussy. Crystal squeaked in pleasure and pulled me deeper into her cunt. I started to fuck her with more deliberate strokes. Terry and I started to alternate strokes of pleasure for her.

Crystal and I kissed, our tongues running wild as they met in each other's mouth. At one point, after a particularly passionate kiss, we pulled apart and used our hands to touch each other's faces. Crystal looked at me with the most adoring eyes, and whispered, "Jim, I love you."

I nodded to her and said, "Crystal, I love you. You're the love of my life." We kissed again, almost dismissive of everything else going on around us and even the other penetration of her body by her friend, lover, agent, and sister's boyfriend. Terry turned her body slightly so his mouth could reach one of Crystal's breasts; he sucked on a tit as we kissed.

I pulled out after a couple of minutes. Ellen took my place, replacing my cock in her sister's pussy with her mouth, tongue, and fingers. Terry continued to ass fuck Crystal as she sat on his lap facing outward; Ellen ate her sister and diddled her clit.

Tina gestured for me to bring my cock fresh from Crystal's cunt to her mouth. She sucked me clean, and then gestured that I should fuck her. I did. She told me, "This time, I want your cum in me. No sharing." She paused for a moment. "James, you are one special man ... and you are a magnificent lover. Very special." Her words seemed to carry more import because of her English accent.