Iris Licht - Video Vixens

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she wept, thrashing beneath him. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!"

Pete held fast to her buckling ass, pounding his cock home. Her quaking orgasm didn't have the capacity to dislodge him. He fucked through her compressed hole, filling her ass with his hard dick. His balls slapped her butt several more times before the urge to expel hot cum took purchase.

"Gonna cum in your ass, baby," he gasped, working his shaft through her traumatized chute. "Oh, yeah. Here it comes, baby. Here it comes-"

Crystal listened to his howl as he creamed in her buttocks. His dick jerked ferociously as it squirt. She collapsed against the sheets, surrendering to its immense outpour. Since she could not stop it from streaming into her bowels, she lay there enjoying.

"Uugghhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, shafting her ass and siphoning her thoroughly with his sex juice. "Ugggghhhhhhhhh! Ugggghhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yeah. Ugghhhhhhhhh."

Crystal waited until his ragged exhalations subsided and he shrank in her butt. She savored their afterglow. Being sheltered by Pete's brawny arms made a powerful statement, in her estimation. Whether or not he frequently said it, she knew his love for her thrived.

Bearing that in mind, she drifted off into pleasant slumber.

Morning leveled its ugly face much too soon. Crystal flinched at the brilliance of the sun's rays as they filtered through her mini blinds. She cursed her failure to draw them the previous night. The moon's glow had lent romance to her evening with Pete, precluding that motion. She loved having that wonderfully eerie light seep through the plastic slats.

Crystal rose from her bed, retaining the bubble of the night's sex. No matter how late the hour their feverish couplings took them, Crystal awoke renewed. Her body hummed with delight.

She gazed adoringly at Pete. He was a magnificent study of satyrism. Stretched on his back, his muscled thighs thrown apart and arms draped protectively, he resembled an animal poised for attack. His peaceful features gave the impression of him blinking in an instant and assuming a ferocious look.

Crystal wasn't going to disturb his rest. Pete worked diligently to keep her career on track. He was entitled to his share of shut eye. She left the bedroom quietly. Now that she was up, she was anxious to get on with her day.

The first order was to shower. Crystal abhorred being dirty. She took several showers a day, just to feel fresh.

A while later, after Crystal entered her kitchen and saw the telephone, she bit her bottom lip. She had avoided talking with her sister, Sharon, for several weeks. Their lack of conversation was largely attributable to their delicate relationship. To date, Crystal hadn't mentioned a word about her new video career. Sharon had no knowledge of her role at Wildwood Productions. Crystal had fabricated a story about picking up modeling work while in Los Angeles. Sharon, having no cause to challenge her sister, accepted her version at face value. Crystal didn't have a clue how to break the ice and disclose the truth. Sharon was a purebred housewife; to be told her younger sister fucked and sucked before a camera would not only appall her, but send shock waves through the wire.

No, the truth was a regrettable affair. Crystal thought it best to maintain the pretense of a budding prototype than subject her sister to torrid fact.

Should she give Sharon a ring? They certainly had enough catch-up to do. Crystal longed for voices of the past. Sharon was her last link to her origins. She had no other family. Their parents had perished in an auto accident while they were teenagers. After being raised by various aunts and uncles, they went their own way.

Without permitting herself extensive time to consider her decision, Crystal snatched up the receiver and dialed the number. She and Sharon had their differences-what sisters didn't-yet her wanting to share recent experiences overcame that obstacle.

Sharon answered on the third ring. She lectured Crystal on beginning a phone conversation almost winded. It was more desirable to launch dialogue loosened, rather than annoy the caller with gasps and sighs. "Hello?"

"Hi, Sharon, it's Crystal."

"Oh, hi." Her tone lacked warmth. Sharon had a long memory-comparable to an elephant. If someone snubbed her, she added that person's name to a list and it could only be deleted after an inexorable amount of time.

"It's been a while, eh?" Crystal injected cheer.

"I suppose."

"Oh, come on, Sharon. Get off it. Sorry I've not kept in touch. I've been busy getting my career on its feet."

Sharon relented. "How is Hollywood? Rubbing elbows with any stars?"

Crystal deliberately omitted the kind of rubbing she was doing. "I guess. You never know who you're around half the time. People don't exactly identify themselves. Most hide behind sunglasses, or dress grubby just to escape prying eyes." She cleared her throat. The purpose of her call wasn't to boast about her environment-she wanted news of home. She yearned for scraps about her two little nieces, or Sharon's husband, Bob. "How's everything?"

"About the same. If we're not running Janie to ballet lessons, we're carting Pammy to Girl Scouts. Being a parent today is comparable to being recruited as a chauffeur. Juggling two schedules like that is so stressful. One moment we're at school, or on the soccer field, or even at piano lessons. Sometimes, I get so confused where I have to be, it's not funny. I suppose that's why God created Daily Planners." She took a moment to collect her thoughts. "Oh, and we have a new dog-a Dalmatian."

"How nice."

"The girls insisted upon giving him-Nicholas-to Bob for Christmas. Nicholas was derived from St. Nick. Cute, eh? Hell, you know the repercussions of bringing another pet into the house-they become an extension of Mom's duties, not Dad's. I get to walk that beast twice a day, in addition to feeding and bathing it. Thank God I get up at the crack of dawn. I've already washed and waxed the floor, done the laundry and ironed half my clothes. If I'm lucky, I might be able to slip in a chapter or two of that new Danielle Steele book before I'm off and running again."

Domesticity sure sounded swell to Crystal. She would have loved settling down and forgetting about achieving notorious repute as a porn star. She could honestly care less if she made another video. Having Pete by her side was of greater importance. She couldn't picture him buying into the concept of the white frame house with the picket fence, but given time, Pete would invariably wish for those simple, wholesome values.

The lengths Crystal went to for love were incredible.

Crystal's rumination was interrupted by a harsh cry at the end of the line. "Owwwwwwwww! My dog just bit me! Bad dog, Nicholas! Mommy doesn't like that! Sit or lay down!" The receiver was muffled for a moment, then Sharon's voice returned. "Christ! I've thought about renaming the little bastard. Nicodemas or Nostrodamus is far more suitable to his character."

"Maybe I ought to go," Crystal hedged.

"I'll be fine. He didn't break skin-just a surface cut. I suppose I shouldn't give him my old pairs of slippers to munch on. The stupid animal forgets which ones are his, and whether or not my feet happen to be inside them. Oh, well. Tell me about Pete. Has he found employment, too?"

Crystal held her breath. "He's been involved in a job search."

"Hmmmmmmm. Seems he's been searching for his niche since you've known him. Frankly, honey, I don't know why you bother. He's a loser. He may be cute, but he'll never bring home the bacon."

Crystal yearned to tell her sister about the fabulous contract Pete negotiated for her with Wildwood Productions, but that meant divulging her secret.