Chapter 16: Crystal Arrives Home. Paparazzi

The day of Crystal’s arrival, Terry picked the four of us up at Crystal’s home: Ellen, Claire, Nadia, and me. The car was a white stretch limo and he’d arranged for the license plate to read ‘CRYSTAL’ – a fine touch.

As we rode to the airport, he briefed us again on dealing with the press and a few things he wanted us to throw in – such as favorable remarks about the past Playboy spread, the album – The Naked Truth – that still commanded a top ten slot in overall album sales, the movie Pressure Limit, and Crystal’s movie, The Naked Truth. We were also to emphasize that we now were both country singers AND movie stars, and that we intended to do more of both.

After Terry had run through all his instructions for us he sat back in his seat next to me. Claire winked at me from across the car; she knelt and then inched her way to Terry. When she got there, she looked up at him and slowly unzipped his pants. We could see the bulge in his pants before she touched him; and that just made it all that much harder for her to extract him without scratching the sides of his shaft on the zipper.

When his cock became fully unfurled, Claire leaned forward, and lightly blew all along the rod from the tip to where it disappeared into his pants. We heard Terry give a mighty groan. He’d no sooner exhaled then Claire dove down on his cock, driving his meat deep into her mouth and throat until her nose rested against Terry pubic bone. Terry gasped for breath at the shock of her work.

Claire looked up at Terry and started to raise and lower her upper body as she provided a wet and warm environ for his cock. Beside us on the Interstate, cars and trucks roared by oblivious to the sex show being provided within thanks to the strongly tinted glass.

I watched Claire and Terry with great interest, and then I felt my own zipper being undone. Ellen had decided I was to be her prey. She looked up at me as she reached in and fondled me, “I’m not going to let you cum – you have to save that for Crystal, but I can get you pumped up and ready for her.” She looked beside her, “Nadia do you want to help me, or Claire – or both of us.” She giggled at the prospect that Nadia would switch between the two cocks. We were still a half-hour from the airport.

Nadia joined Ellen in licking up one side of my shaft and down the other, the two women taking turns fellating me, each one trying to be more stimulating than the other without pushing me over the top. I was torn between watching them work on me, or watching Claire do Terry, particularly as Claire had stripped her light dress off and was naked except for a small thong. She had a body to die for – ripe full breasts that shimmied and shook to the rhythm of the car and her motions over Terry, plus long shapely legs that curled up under her.

I got really hard pretty fast, yet the girls kept me far from the edge while still providing a lot of exciting stimulation as the limo rolled along the Interstate.

Nadia shifted over to Terry, but not before she pulled her skirt up to show us that she wore no underwear. She sat beside him on the back seat, fully exposed herself to him, and then started to masturbate. I could see the eyes roll up in Terry’s head at the erotic scene.

After a few minutes of this, she grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her cunt. “Fuck me with your fingers. Maybe later you can sink big American cock into this little Russian pussy. Would you like that? Would you like to fuck me? Maybe fuck me while I eat Claire or Ellen. I would like to have your cum deep inside me – your man seed.” “ Terry groaned as his right hand started to drive two fingers into the small but stacked Russian woman. Nadia moaned as well. All the stimulation – visual and tactile – pushed Terry over the edge.

“Oh ... Claire ... Nadia ... I’m about ... to ... cum.”

Fifteen seconds later, Terry thrust his hips up to drive his cock into Claire’s mouth. She took all of him again, and stayed on target, allowing his cum to flush into the back of her throat. Terry kept saying, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

After Terry had cum, he resumed pumping his fingers in and out of Nadia’s cunt. Claire pulled away and allowed some of his semen to dribble from her mouth onto her exposed breasts. Nadia’s eyes got big; she started to squirm in her seat against Terry’s hand, and then she came, too. Soon, she tightened up into a small ball of writhing flesh as the orgasm flashed into the pleasure centers of her brain.

Ellen came up and kissed me. “We love you guys. You have such special equipment. Later, maybe after you’re done fucking my sister, you’ll have some stamina left for little old me.” She batted her eyes at me, and gestured for me to tuck myself away.

I looked puzzled, but she pointed outside the car. We were just starting to pull onto the airport property. We couldn’t be more than a couple of minutes from curbside. Reluctantly, I tucked my appendage back in my pants with considerable difficulty.

Across the car, Nadia straightened herself up, redressed, and tried to regain her cool, calm, and collected look. Terry looked as though he’d just had the greatest sex of his life; he had that afterglow and look about him. Claire had found a tissue and dabbed at her breasts to clean up the excess cum she’d used as part of her floor show; after that, she threw the dress back over her head and straightened up. The three women all preened each other to be sure they were presentable for the public.

We pulled up curbside on the lower level of the airport. The chauffeur hopped out and opened the door for us to exit the car. As we gathered and started to leave, he sighed and mumbled to me, “You guys put on a fabulous show back there.” We’d all forgotten about the rearview mirror.

A security detail met the limousine and escorted us through some back hallways to a VIP room not too far from C-concourse and the gate where Crystal would disembark. The five of us sat there under the watchful eye of six bodyguards dressed in black, packing heat, and each wearing a headset and miniature earpiece for two-way communications with each other. Terry mentioned that this was only part of the security contingent. He said, “I don’t even want to think of a repeat of what happened to Jill Danes. I can’t have your trying to rescue every maiden in your life who gets abducted.”

Quick as a flash Ellen said, “Well, Jill and Crystal surely aren’t maidens – neither is the rest of us after hanging around you guys.” We all broke up laughing.

Terry retorted, “I was speaking metaphorically.”

After we talked some more, a security guard came up to Terry and interrupted: “Mr. Ross, the plane just touched down. They should be at the gate in about five minutes. It will take us four minutes to walk to the gate so we should think about leaving this room very soon.”