Iris Licht - Video Vixens

"You've got him all wrong, Sharon. Pete's a wonderful provider. He's taken on several part-time jobs, if only to make ends meet. As a matter of fact-" Her eyes shifted to the door, where Pete emerged. The sleepy look on his face was rapidly fading as he took inventory of her naked body bent against the counter. She waved, but when he didn't return her greeting and instead rambled over to her, she knew exactly what he wanted.

"What kind of jobs?" Sharon sneered. "Pizza delivery?"

"You're not being fair." Normally, Crystal's defense would have been more thorough, but Pete's inquisitive touch disabled her emotions. Crystal shivered in anticipation of what he was attempting to do. He grazed her bare butt while caressing her trim thighs. God, she had to halt him from going farther-she didn't want to shock her sister. "He has done some messengering, but for a lawyer. He's even done some process serving with subpoenas."

Sharon snickered. "Does he have a clue what he's doing? I mean, Pete doesn't strike me as being exceptionally bright. His brains, from my recollection, don't exist in his head."

Pete's thumb ran along the crack of her ass, savoring every naked inch. She was synchronized to his horny vibrations, perceiving them through his touch. Helplessly, she pushed his hand away, only to have it reinstated. "You're certainly not one to extend credit."

"Can you blame me? He's dragged you to the opposite side of the country to seek fame and fortune. That ambition seems old to me. Nobody makes it just like that. You need education and experience to cut it in today's world."

Both of Pete's hands were on her ass. He was spreading her cunt lips apart. Oh, no! Crystal fretted. He couldn't possibly-God! Oh, Jesus! His tongue slurped at her pussy. A jolt of passion dashed through her like lightening. Again she tried to push his face away, but to no avail. He let out another lash, covering her soft folds with saliva. Her entire body shook with pleasure. She clamped her hand over the receiver, praying Sharon hadn't heard her moan. "Pete, stop, please. It's my sister."

His only answer was an audible lick that sent her reeling. She grasped the edge of the counter. Her grip on it was tenacious, calling upon it for support. How could he impose himself on her during a family discussion? It didn't seem to faze him that he was their current topic. When Pete wanted to fuck, the surrounding universe evaporated.

Crystal slowly took her hand away from the receiver, distrusting her voice. His tip pushed into her pussy, leaving her dizzy. His expert laps made her hot and juicy. She could not control the moisture that oozed from her cunt. "I won't permit you to malign his character, Sharon. He's a good man. He cares about me."

"Crystal, is something wrong? You sound odd."

Jesus! It was Pete's hot tongue that strained her voice. "No." She covered the receiver again. "Will you please stop!"

"I can't. Your pussy tastes so good," he muttered.

Crystal was about to displace his head when he attacked her clit. Fast, furious licks made her mouth drop open and excited gasps sound. "Ohhh! Oh, Christ. Ohhhhhhhh."

"Crystal?" Sharon repeated, attempting to recapture her attention. "What's happened?

Pete was fraught with excitement. Crystal's sweet fragrance thrilled him-a powerful stimulant that wouldn't subside. He stuck his tongue into her cunthole, feeling the flow of her husky juices. He wiggled it as best he could, drawing her breath in the interim. Her soft, succulent confines remained secure. He tried spreading her apart, but her swollen lips defied him. Instead of forging ahead, he sucked her pink flesh. Crystal barely choked back her cries. He woke up with a taste for pussy and found exactly that in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Sharon," Crystal spoke into the phone. "I thought somebody was at the door. We frequently get sales people, pushing all sorts of products." With the last ounce of strength she possessed, she propelled Pete from her. She stifled a gasp as he withdrew his tongue. God! Another several licks, and he would have made her cum. "Well, I suppose I should let you go. You sound like you have quite a busy day planned."

"It's my normal routine. Hey, Bob's got vacation coming and mentioned our purchasing plane tickets. Do you think you can take some time off if we're out your way? You know, show us the sights, let us see where you work?"

Crystal froze. Declaring her true profession would result in a major rift. Sharon would not understand, no matter how meticulous of an explanation she was handed. "I don't know, Sharon. I just got my job. It's too early to be requesting days off." Pete was behind her again, nibbling on her ear lobe. She reached back to push him away, but quickly realized he had no intention of cooperating. Her hands grazed his flatboard stomach and pubes. She had also felt his warm, pulsating dick. Pete had a raging hard-on! "I mean," she stammered, trying to maintain continuity, "I just started working there. Making any sort of demands might receive an unfavorable response."

Sharon sighed. "I certainly wouldn't want to put you in jeopardy."

Crystal was really beginning to worry. Pete was positioning himself behind her. His erect cock was just inches from her cunt. Was the man insane? Did he think he could enter her while she was talking with her sister? Pushing had no effect, so she resorting to using her nails. She dug into his flesh, hoping to repel him. If anything, her action appeared to incite his lust. The healthy beat of his cock against her ass was perceptible.

"Well," Sharon concluded, "we might just fly out there anyway and do Disneyland, Universal Studios-you know, all those tourist traps. We could at least get together for dinner."

Crystal didn't know how to effectively express her opposition without seeming rude. Sharon would uncover the nature of her business. "I would prefer having you here when it was more convenient. There won't be a gap in my schedule for months." Pete's swollen head was being fit into her sodden cunt lips. She gritted her teeth, making a last ditch effort to avert penetration. He was going to take her, doggie-fashion unless she stopped him. Damn his excellent cunt-lapping. He'd gotten her so wet, he could easily slide into her.

"Jesus, Crystal, if you don't want to see us-"

"I do." Oh, God, Pete was beginning to sink his cock into her. Her pussy widened to absorb him. Crystal clenched the receiver, shaking. It felt good-too good.

"Yeah," Pete muttered softly from behind, fucking through her soft folds. He drove forward, impaling her with his hard dick. Crystal could do little else but muffle her aroused sob. "Oh, yeah, so wet, so hot."

"Is someone there?" Sharon asked. "Pete, perhaps?"

"As a matter of fact, he just woke up and is getting ready for work." Crystal sighed at her mindless implication. "I've got to jump off. I was about to fix breakfast, anyway."

"I'm sure that was on your agenda," Sharon gibed.

Crystal worried that she wasn't exactly convincing. Her motive seemed more and more transparent. "Look, Sharon, I'd really love to have you and your family over. Let's discuss it further later in the week. I'll check with my boss and see if there isn't something I can do."

There was a pause. During that time, Pete took to actively pumping Crystal. His cock stroked her inflamed pussy. She could barely stand on her feet, slumping over the counter. The phone hung precipitously in her grasp. She nearly dropped it, ecstasized by Pete's plunging dick. It made moist, puckering sounds as it slipped into her snatch. Crystal closed her eyes, suspending the moment. Despite her paranoia, Pete managed to provide her satisfaction. She noticed how absently she pushed back to receive his solid cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. It felt so good.

"I'll be in and out, but do call," Sharon glacially spoke.