Crystal Stewart watched Amber Lake on her television screen with distinct loathing. If Pete hadn't insisted upon inspecting the porn star's recent video release, she would have rejected his request. Pete's unshakable interest in Amber disturbed her. Alert to his preoccupation with representing her, Crystal knew her options were limited to either tolerating it or disassociating herself from him completely. Since the latter wasn't feasible-at least, from the standpoint of her heart-this mandatory viewing was reluctantly granted.
"Look at her go," Pete indicated, molding his man's body to hers. His large hand rested firmly on her hip while he thumbed her shapely ass cheek.
They had just finished making love when Pete proposed they take a gander at Amber's new video. Crystal, shivering from the sensations that bubbled through her, merely nodded when she realized that he intend on playing it, regardless of her decision. Their splendid aftermath was interrupted by Amber's soft mewls and snapping hips.
Crystal wondered if Pete would desert her if Amber ordered it. She expected the celebrated vixen would set those kinds of conditions, given her dark reputation. Currently, Amber was at the top of her game; she could call the shots as long as she earned the studio money. If supply were to outweigh demand, Amber would find herself scrambling for whatever morsels were thrown her.
Someday, perhaps soon, Crystal would succeed her. She would take Amber's place at the throne, and would never relinquish it-at least, not until her appearance could not sustain its novel, exciting quality. She had seen many porn stars climb to their pinnacle, then suffer a fast descent. Crystal theorized they were no longer the rage because of poor representation. In that, she felt Pete essentially possessed the talent of rejuvenation. He could keep her popularity alive with his genius. She placed total belief in his abilities.
Enduring Amber's arsenal of tricks onscreen was the least she could do to humor him. She could feign interest-she was an actress, by trade.
Pete, enthralled, studied Amber's gasping expression. He couldn't remove his eyes from her sensual mouth, nor her glittering eyes. Amber had spurned his every phone message. She evaded him not only at the studio, but adamantly refused to take his calls. He could not establish contact, no matter how desperately he tried.
The bitch angered him. He wanted to bring her to her knees, and admit her mistake of ignoring him. In exchange for doing so, he would propel her to the top. He would triple his commissions and command respect from the industry.
Peering into those flashing pupils of hers, he fantasized about the moment she submitted to him. Her surrender would inevitably take place. Her neglect of him stemmed from the unknown. She had nothing to compare him to-nothing that would provide accurate measurement. In addition to being her agent, he would be her choice of lover. He would fuck her senselessly, until there was no line between fantasy and the real world. Once he seized the proper moment of her vulnerability, he would make her his slave.
In the meantime, Crystal served his needs nicely. He stroked her velvet-soft flesh and marveled at her sumptuous ass. Her curvaceous body excited him. He knew, even at the point of their introduction, that Crystal would be a star. She had the necessary charisma, the sort of beauty that left a lasting impression and haunted people in their most erotic dreams.
He dipped his hand at her golden mound. Those soft, exquisite curls circled his probing digits. Crystal emitted a sigh as he roamed her pussy. He located her clit without looking. Spending hours in her bed furnished him an unforgettable map of her body. He knew of her every erogenous zone, her infinite hot buttons that, when pressed, unleashed a flood a veritable tigress.
Crystal moaned. Ecstasy consumed her. Pete's touch seared her nervous system. She was addicted to his beguiling caress, her pores drinking each swirl as though they could never obtain their fill.
In response to his physical inquisition, she stroked his hairy forearm, streaming through its roughness in search of his skin. Her trail ended at his hand, where she passed over his knuckles, then took possession of that bearlike paw. She showed him where she wished to be stimulated, automatically spreading her thighs. Traces of his spent cum were found on her cunt lips, along with a hardy flow of her aroused juices. She guided his fingertips along her drenched crevice, moistening them as they went.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she sighed, luxuriating in manual stimulation. The same conclusion wasn't derived when she jiggled herself. Pete exhibited a coarse, lumbering style that invariably exhilarated her. If she longed for delicacy, she would have chosen a woman to consummate that want. Since Crystal's orientation was basically straight, sex with Pete was extremely satisfying.
The strength in his grope redoubled. Pete knew precisely what sequence expedited orgasm and seemed headed in that direction. Crystal squirmed heatedly, massaging him with her buns; in doing so, she felt his cock elongate. That huge, virile specimen growing along the crack of her ass had pulled out of her pussy not less than twenty minutes earlier and was already hungry for more. His urgent thrusts had driven her insane with gratification.
Crystal wondered if her lush nudity was the reason behind his rapid recovery, or Amber's panting expression. Pete never admitted to his fixation for the porn star, but Crystal strongly suspected it. She wasn't inclined to spoil an otherwise delicious evening with him, so she shelved those disturbing thoughts without further speculation.
With vigorous determination, she wriggled against Pete. His hard-on throbbed against her butt, his pubes affording her a tickle. She assisted with his graze of her pussy, letting his fingers gravitate to the slick flaps before delving into her flowery pink succulence. A deep, throaty sob emerged from her throat as she jerked against his roaming digits.
Pete smirked. Crystal's snatch pulsated in his hand. Having fucked that soft, squishy orifice shortly before, he recalled its fulfilling clench. Crystal had willed herself so delightfully tight, he thought he was going to lose it after several cunt-spreading strokes. Pete managed to defer that impelling force until the last possible moment, and well after Crystal had spasmed.
Her sweet ass was on close watch; the way it swelled, and shook, and felt drew his immediate attention. He gave her butt a passionate squeeze, enjoying her squeal. Crystal was observant of what he liked to hear. She made fascinating sounds that guaranteed his utter arousal.
He longed for moans of a more guttural variety; to secure that, the sex had to be wild.
He removed his hand from her pussy and slipped it between her thighs. The warm, sleek flesh was a treat to probe. As he lifted her leg, her head pitched toward his shoulder. He saw her anticipation mount. Pete wasn't sure if Crystal was attuned to his frequency, but probably felt that whatever he proposed, it would give them immense satisfaction.
With Crystal's lovely legs parted, Pete had access to her juicy center. He dipped his cockhead to her moist entrance, gasping at the puckering kiss her cunt lips dispensed. If he exerted even the slightest pressure, her snatch would have anxiously absorbed him. He relished the idea of being engulfed in that hot squish once again, yet thirsted for a different experience.
Crystal awaited insertion. Pete's round of stimulation spawned an appetite for that hard, cunt-filling cock. She trembled in his arms, oozing with desire. She wanted that throbbing mass embedded, shifting through layers of tender pulp.
Pete's strategy unfolded in breathless profusion. He cupped her tit, thumbing the nipple to burgeoning size. That elevated nub was flicked and toyed with until her senses were frayed. After training his thumb on it for several interminable moments, the pressure between her legs became unbearable. Having her cunt lips expand about his thick cock, gobbling it to the very base, was central to her inner greed.
Pete altered the destination of his pulsating erection in that next pounding moment. Having sufficiently lubricated his bulging crown, he brought it to her asshole. Crystal, startled by his substitution, expelled the air from her lungs as he bored into her spongy rump.
"Oh, Pete," she moaned, ill-equipped to received his tremendous bulk in that cramped passage. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
He pushed himself between those mouthwatering cheeks, gritting his teeth. A warm, glowing perception spread through him as he drove into her butt-a warmth that was contagious and gratifying. Her anal walls closed around his dick, heightening that susceptibility. He sank into her ass, wanting to occupy it to its fullest.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he muttered. His stiff cock went deep, and he continued to bury himself until his balls strained around her quivering anus. "Oh, baby, you're so fucking tight. I love it. I love being inside your ass."
Crystal was too lightheaded to answer him. She hadn't expected rear delivery of his big thing, but wasn't unhappy with its placement. Pete had fucked her ass before, and got Crystal off. She wasn't nearly as comfortable in this position due to his size, but conducted her enjoyment as though it were their traditional position.
She closed her eyes, then streamed her hand over her pussy. Her clit burned against her fingers. She rubbed herself slowly, distracting herself from the distance his cock gained within her butt. Ohhhhhhh. Pete began shifting back and forth, digging into her asshole with each successive thrust. The width of his member precluded complete dismissal. She couldn't ignore its cumbersome activity. His measurement across split her in half, canceling her concentration in total.
Crystal writhed around his heavy engorgement. Her voluptuous body quaked as he pumped it. After taking that throbbing monster into the pit of her bowels for several uninterrupted moments, she became intoxicated. The churning pressure building inside her asshole was converted into pulsating joy.
Her gratification intensified as Pete stroked her gripping butt cheeks. His towering shaft went further into her cushiony recesses with each willful thrust. After several sweat-drenched moments, every bit of his rigid cock surged through her ass.
Crystal sobbed as he fucked her butt. She wasn't at the verge of climax, but received pleasure from head to toes, from nipple to anus, as he plowed her puckering rump. His cock slid through her buttocks with relative ease, yet utilized urgent force to get to her very bottom.
Pete's eyes rolled up in their sockets as he jolted her luscious body with his heat-seeking groin. Their flesh slapped together in a flight of abandon. He essentially covered those eye-popping curves with his man's body, oblivious to everything but the satisfaction he received by sticking himself whole into her ass.
His balls were shaken by his carnal disturbance. The cum he injected into Crystal's wet pussy wasn't his sole supply; he felt more generating in his loins, preparing to gush into her rippling clutches. He was powerfully stimulated by the hot, grabbing fit of her asshole and the soft whimpers that spilled from Crystal's lips. He fucked her harder, overtaken by that lusty sensation. Ahhhhhh. She excited him so strongly, he knew he would end up flooding her bowels. Her ass would be inundated with his load.
"Feel good, baby?" he whispered into her ear.
"Yeah," she answered without hesitation. Her husky voice was fractured by irregular breathing as he stuck his cock as deeply as he could into her squirming buttocks. "Oh, yeah, Pete, fuck me. Fuck my sweet ass."
He kneaded her flesh, from her swollen tits to her splayed thighs, availing himself to her luscious feel. She was so incredibly soft, so pleasingly receptive to the demands of his body that he couldn't resist from growling with lust. He drove himself whole into that widening hole.
His repeated strokes furnished her a giddy kind of joy. Blindly, she sought out her other hot points. Her fingertips skimmed the pulsing pink flesh between her legs. She inserted a digit into her cunt and jiggled madly. A rush of tingles inspired her. She rubbed her clit with a free finger, letting ecstasy flow through every vessel. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Her love button burned beneath her frantic touch.
Pete gasped loudly as he rammed her heated rear. He seized her buttocks and pumped it nonstop, welcoming the building transport. No section of her asshole escaped his thrusting cock. The enlarged head kissed the gate of her bowels after plunging to the bottom of her ass. Prying apart the warm barriers of her rectum physically elated him. He dug into her butt, stroking it soundly with his dick. His wildly pistoning hips and thrusting cock showed her who was master.
Crystal's fingertips skidded over her horny clit. Her quotient of bliss far outdistanced that of the agony she endured. Except for the bunching of his shaft prior to its forceful push into her anus, Crystal consigned the ache of Pete's cock to her remotest regions. She was far too consumed with the splendor of her jiggling. Pete forwarded her contentment by massaging her nipples during his sightless fury. He endeavored to leverage his puncturing thrusts by clutching her tits, yet discovered that during their frenzied exchange, he received scorching imprints of her stiff peaks when cupped.
Crystal had so aroused herself with her intent digit that orgasm was imperative. She advanced to the line of shattering reality, prepared for those sapping contractions. Her breath quickened and her stomach churned as her release approach. Her clit sizzled under her rapid-fire execution.
"Oh, yes," Crystal wailed, consumed by the heat. "Oh, yes. It feels so good. Go, baby. Go."
Pete muttered something unintelligible. She attributed the sound dropout to the roar of blood in her ears. The euphoria she experienced was impossible to digest. She spasmed loudly, clenching Pete's impaling cock with her rectum and squeezing it deliriously. She ignored his anguished groan as she crushed him. Orgasm caused the loss of control. Crystal could do little more than submit to its intensity.
"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.
"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.
"I promise," Crystal murmured. The phone practically felt from Crystal's hand. She let out a sweet moan. "Jesus, Pete, couldn't you wait?"
"No, I just had to fuck you."
"That was my sister, if you even care."
Pete was far too involved in shoving himself inside Crystal's warm pussy to consider her remark. Whether it was the excitement of her tight snatch fitting around his big dick or her small body submitting to his larger, more commanding one, he was unsure. In either event, he liked the sensation of being crammed into her hot cunt. She rubbed so sweetly, the walls of her pussy catching his cock and coating him with juice. He pushed himself as far as he could, then pulled all but his cunt-slicked head out of her pussy. "Sorry, baby. Didn't mean to push myself on you. It's just that your ass looked so good the moment I walked in. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I love it."
Waves of satisfaction engulfed Crystal. Pete's cock delighted her, causing bursts of joy. She bit her lip, unable to respond.
"Want me to stop?" he asked, sinking into her cunt again and again. The juicy slap of his groin to her butt punctuated his query.
"I… I," she fought for control. Her brain refused to function in a defense mode. It wanted what her body craved. Pete was feeding her the very thing she needed all along. She moaned, savoring it in her cunt. He was hard, pulsating.
Pete awaited some sign from Crystal that told him to stop. When none came, he grinned. "No," he muttered, pumping her. "You don't want me to pull out. It feels too good, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Crystal whimpered.
"Sure it does. Not one of those studs at Wild-wood can match my talent. I know how to make it even better. Can't I?" He fucked her harder, watching her respond to him. Crystal's imperative slam of her butt reassured him. She definitely wanted more. Gladly, he supplied it in the form of fierce, satisfying strokes. He slid his dick in and out of her warm, grabbing pussy. Crystal was a sweet fuck. Giving it to her, nice and stiff, was like a fantasy come true. There was something intensely pleasing about fucking her doggie. The position lent itself to sexual urgency. He was smug, hammering himself into her hot squish, watching her grovel. She was crouched against the kitchen counter, withstanding the impact.
"Ohhhhh!" Crystal gasped, writhing. "Ohhhhh."
"Yeah, it does feel good, so fucking good." Thrusting into that wet, wanting pussy ensured his enslavement of her. Crystal needed him. She was addicted to the kind of sex he readily provided. She could never hold out on him. Pete shook his head, plunging his cock into the steamy confines of her cunt. Her moan told him how hungry she was for his cock.
He induced her to slide further up the counter, then stooped from behind. Her buttocks were extended, her cunt lips awaiting his furious push. He clasped her waist, then drove himself in. Ahhhhhhhh! He was completely wrapped in her pussy, squeezing through the narrow chamber. He rocked back and forth, thrusting into her cunt.
Crystal arched her back, swooning from it all. "God, your dick feels like a rock. Fuck me, baby. That's it, fuck me with all you've got."
"With pleasure."
Crystal sobbed at the wallop she took. Pete was getting rough, but it didn't matter. She was totally aroused. "Ohhhhhhh, stroke me with that big dick. Give it to me, baby, give it to me, ohhhhhhhh!"
"You like my cock?" he muttered. "Do you like what it does to you?"
"Mmmmmm, I want it all."
"Yeah," he echoed, fitting himself into the warm, rubbing channel. "All of it, inside your tight pussy."
She was intoxicated by the heat they generated. Crystal submerged herself into the thick of it, lunging forward and in reverse on her haunches, letting her cunt consume him. He penetrated her wonderfully deep. She experienced an electrical charge from head to foot, having him fill her. They were possessed by a hunger that could only be satisfied by friction.
Her cries implored him to fuck her that much harder. Pete felt his pleasure mount, escalating to a higher level. "I'm getting close, baby," he grunted, "so close."
Crystal whimpered from his frantic pumping. "Don't stop, baby, keep going." Her eyes rolled heavenward, just as the contractions hit. "Ohhhhh."
Pete grinned through the outpouring sweat, working his cock into that convulsing pussy. He would do whatever was necessary to keep Crystal on his leash. "Cum for me, baby. Cum hard around my dick."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Pete let her climax for several unstoppable minutes before he shot into her. Hot cum jetted into her pussy, fired from his spurting cock. "Yeah. Oh, yeah, baby. It's so fucking good."
Crystal was his property today-Amber, his tomorrow.