Road Trip Pt. 02

Crystal said softly, "Jim, Ellen is my younger sister. I ... well, we ..."

I interrupted and said in a hushed voice, "I should have guessed." I kissed Ellen and then Crystal, and then changed the kisses for each woman to French kisses – deep soul kisses that stirred the spirit and the hormones for all three of us. Thinking back, I realized I'd made many assumptions and leaps of faith about what each woman would tolerate about a threesome; none of my presumptions were wrong.

While the sudden appearance of another woman in a love tryst might have startled me a month earlier, several situations had softened me to accept this situation. There had been Lacie and Lindy – mother and daughter lovers; then there were June and Kim – sisters, although several states apart; and further in the past even Lauren and Karen – sisters playing together, even while Karen and I had been married, but without my knowledge. I smiled at the thought, 'What would Karen do?' Now, I knew enough about my late wife to know she would have probably been a willing participant in this ménage-a-trois.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt as my own incestuous feelings for Anna resurfaced in this close and loving atmosphere. The question I posed in my mind changed, 'What would Anna do?' How would I react if Anna slipped into my bed to be loved – to share a passionate and sex-filled night with? Oh, God, I wanted her; I knew without doubt that I did, but ... she was my sister. I pushed these thoughts aside, knowing I'd come back to them again and again before I decided, and before I saw her again.

After kissing Crystal and Ellen, I said with a touch of humor, "I take it I passed some 'Sister Test'?"

Ellen said in a dreamy voice, "I watched the two of you make love for a long time. I've never known a man to last so long. I want to see what it's like too. I masturbated as I watched, but it's not the same ... you know." Crystal and I nodded, and then Crystal nudged me to Ellen's pussy.

I maneuvered between Ellen's legs, and she scrambled to welcome me with a look of excitement and lust on her face. As I lowered my tongue to Ellen's quim, I started using my fingers to carefully explore Crystal again, not concerned that I could feel our combined juices leaking from inside her. Ellen tasted as good as her sister – different and delightful. I buried my head in her pussy, licking, and sucking the folds of skin surrounding her opening. Ellen's body immediately started to jerk and writhe around my tongue and fingers.

I thought how wonderful the taste sensations that emanated from a woman's nether region were. A musky and highly scented taste that invited – no, demanded – the follow through to the sex act. I'd read somewhere years earlier about how some researchers believed that a human male could sense the female pussy's scent from yards away. This aroma alone could induce the start of a relationship where male and female copulated. In that instant, I realized the master bedroom in the large tour bus wreaked of sexual odors – Crystal's, Ellen's, and mine. We filled the entire bus with the aura of sex.

Ellen bucked, groaned, moaned, and twisted as I ministered to her. Crystal turned part way to the two of us and raised one leg to ensure availability to my explorations of her nether region.

I added some fingers from my other hand to my oral assault on Ellen's pussy. That was all it took to bring her to climax. Ellen announced her arrival at heaven's doorstep with a long feminine groan and a plea to never stop. She then slowly arched her back as I continued thrusting my fingers and tongue into her body at a rapid rate, attacking her clitoris whenever it was near, and trying to grind the orgasm from her by rapid siege on her internal G-spot. Ellen gave a long shudder and high-pitched squeal of delight from her; she collapsed and pulled her legs up to her chest. I backed off so she could enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm. Eventually, Ellen whispered, "Do Crystal again," she implored. "I want to watch – close up."

I looked up and noticed that Crystal had been kissing her sister, and rubbing and sucking on Ellen's breasts to add to the stimulation I'd been delivering to her pussy. I felt an electric charge surge through my groin at the sight of the two sisters interacting with such passion and lust. The sapphic act triggered memory of Kim's description of erotic play that I should consider adding to my repertoire of acceptance. Now, here it was right in front of me, and I loved it and found their behavior hyper stimulating.

I pushed Crystal back and put her legs over my shoulders. My tongue went right to her clitoris; she jerked so much at that touch that she almost threw us off the bed. I inserted fingers and searched for her G-spot, tongued her clit, and with my other hand joined Ellen in massaging and tweaking Crystal's breasts and nipples. I watched as Ellen leaned in, and French kissed her sister.

Crystal started groaning almost immediately. She moaned out, "I don't think I've come down from earlier tonight. Oh God, I'm so sensitive to your touch. Oh God, I'm going to cum."

And cum she did less than a minute after Ellen and I started to sexually assail her sexual senses. I continued to tongue and thrust into Crystal with my hand, riding out her orgasm with her. A gush of girl juice flooded the area adding to the taste and the mingling scents in the room. Crystal shrieked, arched and fell back with a huge shudder and gasp. "Oh wow ... you've got to stop ... no ... never stop ... I could have orgasms like that forever. That was more exciting than this morning. You just keep getting better and better." She was panting.

As I was figuring out what to do next, I felt Ellen inhale my sodden rod into her mouth. She gave a few very wet sucks then deep throated me: I about shot through the roof of the RV. She pulled off me, and Crystal maneuvered so she could repeat the wonderful and lewd act.

Ellen said in a low melodic voice, "You taste so nice – the combination of your cum and my sister's juices, but it's missing a touch of me; I love it though."

They alternated a few times in their dual blowjob, and then I stopped them. "I want to be inside someone when I cum."

"Do Ellen," Crystal whispered; "I want her to experience you the way I have." Crystal kissed the end of my cock. "I really want to watch – to see what we look like."

I moved up over Ellen who lay back and spread herself wide to welcome me to her depths. I toyed with my initial entrance to her just the way I had with Crystal when we first met, sinking in a fraction of an inch and then withdrawing, then sinking a little deeper and withdrawing, then doing it again and again. For well over a minute, I worked up to full penetration of her pussy. By then she had her legs wrapped around me and was a full participant in our thrusts into each other, trying to maximize the depth of our union.

I had to moderate my thrusts into her lest I cum immediately and lose my opportunity for a full-fledged and long-lasting session. I'd cycle several times then pause and lavish attention by sucking on her breasts and kissing her neck and face. We created some new ways to French kiss that involved all three of us too.

Crystal laid along side us with her hands and mouth busy adding to the erotic sensations we were creating for Ellen. Unquestionably, the sisters had been intimate before. I found the thought exciting and erotic. After experimenting with several positions, I sensed that I could hold off no longer. "Ellen, I'm going to cum in a few seconds," I announced.

"Cum deep in me ... fill me you wonderful man."

We picked up the pace and in less than a minute that sensational feeling swept through my body – starting in my groin and radiating outward to my toes, my heart, my head; then came the surging of my liquid juice through my body and finally up and out my cock and deep into Ellen as the paroxysm of my own orgasm overtook my complete body with the spasms of pleasure.

I filled Ellen. We were arched into each other pressing our loins with maximum pressure. Her legs pulled me tightly into her. There was no doubt about her desire to couple – to accept all I could give her. The eroticism of loving a second woman in concert with Crystal proved a colossal turn on; I came in buckets.

We collapsed. I reached out and pulled Crystal into our combined embrace. We both kissed Ellen and made love to her as she floated down from her high. As our afterglows waned, I said, "I have a lot of questions."

"Ask away," they both said almost in unison.

"Are you 'bi' or lesbians or what?"

"We're bisexual, I guess," Crystal answered, "But only with each other. We've always wanted a man in our lives – either apart or like this; however, we never found someone we both liked enough to share like this ... until you. We did Crystal's husband a couple of times, and he was awful; but since then no one measured up the way you have."

I expressed my thanks for their thoughts with true modesty.

I asked, "Have you done this with other women?"

Ellen said, "No. Just you. I guess we're open to that idea, but again, the circumstances just haven't been right. Who knows, maybe sometime soon – real soon?" She grinned at me.

"How did you both know that I was the guy to do this with?"

Crystal responded, "Well, every now and then, as you know, I'd talk to Ellen on my cell. I told her all about you – no detail too small to leave out." She grinned at me; I was gently stroking her breast and nipple with the arm I had around her.

Ellen added, "Just based on how caring and sharing you were and how naturally friendly with everyone, I could tell you were different from the other guys we've known or dated. You don't have a big ego that has to prove something. You're a horn dog, but also a gentleman."

Ellen paused, "We know you're worried about getting real involved because of your trip, the loss of your wife, and the worry about rebounding. Don't worry; we know you have things to do that won't involve us ... and 'miles to go before you sleep.' Anyway, I asked Crystal if I could join you here, like this, and we'd see how things went. I'd told her I wanted to go for it. I like you – lots – and so does Crystal." Ellen leaned in gave me one of those toe-curling kisses.

Crystal asked in a serious tone, "Are you OK making love to the two of us tonight? Would you be more comfortable loving each of us individually? Together?"

I chuckled, "It's a little late to ask, isn't it?" I added more thoughtfully, "Oh, loving two beautiful women together is no problem. You are both beautiful in looks, spirit, and your thinking. I could stay here with you both forever. My concern right now is about jealousy between the two of you. I don't want to be reason for any rift between the two of you."

Ellen responded seriously, "We worry about that too. We've tested our thinking about jealousy a lot. I don't think we're jealous of each other. We got past that when we were teenagers and started having sex together. Although we're both independent, we care about each other's needs and wants. Sharing you this evening was a good test of how we feel; I didn't feel anything other than a real desire to share and participate. Did you Crystal?"

Crystal said, "No, I just wanted you to have your turn with Jim – with this wonderful man." She ogled my flaccid cock with a lecherous grin. She added, "I've been filled by that repeatedly over the past week, and I love it ... I love him ... and because I also love my sister I wanted to share this with her ... share you with her. I'll have him later tonight too, if he's willing and able." I was nodding eagerly.

Crystal paused, "It's not just about the sex – although that's fabulous. It's the man you are – that's what I really wanted her to feel ... the same sense of love I have for you." Crystal leaned to me with a romantic kiss.

"This will be a big experiment," I said. "We need to agree that we will each be very open in our communications about how we're feeling, and what our needs are. If things aren't working, we should talk about it and figure out how to change things. I talk about this three-way relationship as though I know what I was talking about; I don't, but let's try it."

The girls both chortled. Crystal moved around and sucked my cock into her mouth again. She raised her head and added, "I love the taste of you and my sister and me all on one stick. Wonderful. Like a popsicle only it's a sexsicle." She went back to sucking me to life.

When I inflated sufficiently for intercourse, Crystal pushed me on my back and Ellen came over me and slowly sank down on my body as we stared into each other's eyes. The two women kissed and put on a bit of a show for me pawing at each other. The more they performed, the harder I became, and the harder I thrust into Ellen.

Crystal started twiddling Ellen's clitoris too and then sucked on her breasts and nipples. Then, she started talking dirty to the two of us, telling us how much she liked my cock in her pussy and the sight my cock sinking to her sister, and the feel of her sister's lips on her pussy, and how her sister's pussy tasted.

Ellen and I both came together. I didn't try to prolong anything. We were learning each other's messages and signals around lovemaking. My climax was as wonderful as it had been earlier with each woman. Ellen and I remained joined for a while. Crystal set the alarm clock and then snuggled up with us. We said goodnight. In a languorous tone, Ellen reminded us that we needed to be in Indianapolis by noon later in the day. The three of us then drifted off to sleep with smiles on our faces, and our arms wrapped around each other.

I had a brief dream shortly after I went to sleep. Karen had been the third woman in the loving sexual romp I'd just shared with Crystal and Ellen. We'd all made love to her, and she had been a full and active partner in loving each of us – even Crystal and Ellen. There was no jealousy, and Karen appeared so happy with all the things we did to and for each other. And then the dream dissolved, and I fell into a deeper dreamless sleep.

Indiana

Ellen opted to ride the bus to Indianapolis since she had a couple of dozen telephone calls to make to be sure arrangements were ready for the concert Crystal and I were going to give that night. Her primary work for her sister was to coordinate with Terry, Dave, and Dan, and to be sure the public appearances and concerts went smoothly. The more I watched what she did; the more I saw how valuable she was to Crystal ... and now me.

As Crystal and I got ready to ride the motorcycle up to Indianapolis, I said to her, "So, Ellen was your surprise for me this weekend?" I presumed the answer was 'yes,' since it's not every day that your lover orchestrates a threesome involving her sister.

Crystal smiled coyly at me and said, "We'll see; maybe there are still more surprises to come." She laughed at her secretiveness, and pulled the motorcycle helmet over her gorgeous light brunette locks, this time allowing much of it to stick out the back in a makeshift ponytail.

I wondered what other surprises she might have in store; I knew there were no more sisters in the Lee family.

I'd also discovered that she liked to create surprise moments for everyone around her, even if it took money. Recently, I learned Crystal had paid for the daughter of one of the backup singers to get orthodontic braces, a significant expense and one that was out of reach for the singer without Crystal's help. She'd also paid off a major medical bill for one of the regular band members. Her generosity felt good, and made me love her that much more.

We followed my ethos of avoiding the Interstate highways to get up to Indianapolis. Just after we crossed into Indiana, I did my ritual of leaving some of Karen's ashes in a significant place, in the Ohio River. The site was not serene, even on Sunday morning. People and boats were all about on the river, everyone having gales of fun. Crystal came and hugged me after I'd let Karen's ashes float away atop the water and finished my short meditation. Karen had been fun loving too.

We pulled into the Indianapolis Fair Grounds at noon. The bus had just arrived, and we connected with Ellen, Terry, and the rest of the entourage. We all had lunch together at one of the concessions.

Eric, our guy from our record label with 'connections,' asked me, "Jim, how would you feel if we released the single of 'Texas Dawn' early, before the rest of the album is ready to come out?"

I put the ball back in his court, "I think that's your decision. You're in business and know how to optimize profits with or without an early release. Personally, and just having jumped into this business with both feet; I'd love it – it'd be more like instant gratification. I think it would give Crystal's current album a boost, generate two boosts to the single – now and when the album is issued, and lastly it'd pave the way and create some hype for the new album. We're using the song in these two concerts anyway; at least a few people have heard the song now – it seemed very well received in Louisville."

Eric nodded. In his eyes, I could see he'd been evaluating my business acumen and that I'd passed some test he'd put out there for me. He smiled and walked away.

A few minutes later, Terry put some pressure on me, "Jim, you wouldn't consider a break in your travels to do some more concerts? Crystal has some more bookings coming up – Oklahoma and Texas."

I shook my head; "I need to do this trip I'm on for all sorts of reasons. There are things I have to get through, some things I need to learn about myself and even prove to myself. If I don't do this now, I'll never do it, and I'll never become the whole and integrated person I'm striving for. I'll work with you then, if you still want me."

Terry shrugged; he could tell from my emphasis that it'd be a hard sell to get me to change my mind. Neither Crystal nor I were motivated by money. Crystal had watched me and listened to my answer intently over Terry's shoulder. When I finished, she winked her approval at me. I thought how supportive she was.

I thought a moment and then held the door open slightly, "Terry, if one of your concerts is close to where I am, I'll be glad to do it."

We connected with Billy, the bandleader, after lunch, and with a couple of other band members spent a few hours finalizing the details of the evening's concert and rehearsing. I was amazed at how relaxed I felt relative to how I felt at last night's concert. We added a couple of 'Indiana' songs for color, including 'Indiana Wants Me.' We listened to several versions of the song on iTunes and YouTube, and then rehearsed it a couple of times in our own style, breaking up the song so Crystal and I had individual parts to sing. Ellen promised the words would be on the teleprompter.

We finished about five, and had two hours before the concert started with 'The Hobo Palace' band to get the crowd hyped up before we appeared. Crystal, Ellen, and I all looked at each other with knowing glances. I whispered to Crystal in a lascivious tone, "Aren't you going to do something about my pre-concert anxiety?" She burst out laughing.

The three of us drifted back to Crystal's tour bus by different paths, and locked ourselves inside. We allotted thirty minutes for 'wild sexual activity' before we had to get serious about the concert. We cavorted around the bedroom, and I used my steely shaft to plug one hole after another. By the end of the half-hour, we'd each had at least one orgasm and a real mellow mood settled on the three of us.

Ellen dressed and scurried away to attend to concert details and the teleprompter. After cleaning up, Crystal and I dressed in our onstage western country outfits that Terry and the studio guys wanted us to wear. As she'd done in Louisville, Crystal had me finger her cunt 'So I had something to remember her by' if I got nervous during the performance. When we connected with Terry, he proudly announced that the gate had sold about 16,000 tickets to our concert. Unlike the Louisville concert, this would be outdoors, again with large projection screens to show details and close-ups of us onstage to the more distant people in the crowd.