David Crane - Door to door teaser

And what could she say?

Then the train pulled into the station.

"Just don't say a word," Sarah said.

She wanted to get off that train and never have to confront the young man again, for now that she had got her rocks off, the void of satiation was filed with a wave of shame.

She thought: It's sure a good thing that I'm liberated now. If something like this had happened to me yesterday, I'd have simply died!

"What a funny lady," said Melvin, skillfully tucking his spent dick back into his fly. Sarah started to pull her panties up, then paused. Her crotch, belly and thighs were dripping with cum. Melvin, who was a polite fellow despite his propensity for looking up skirts on trains, offered her his handkerchief. It was a bit stiff, for he had used it to wipe his dick the last time he'd jerked off, but it was better than nothing and she accepted it gratefully and mopped up her loins. Then she drew her panties up and smoothed her skirt down.

The doors hissed open and Sarah left. At the last moment, she turned to nod to the young man, feeling that they knew each other well enough, despite the curious circumstances, so that she should at least acknowledge him as she departed.

He grinned back at her. He was hoping he would encounter her again.

Sarah left the train. And once she was away from the scene of her disgrace, she grinned ruefully. It had all been an accident and she would never have done a thing like that deliberately, but it had certainly been exciting.

It made her more impatient than ever to get home to Jack and launch her newly liberated sex life.

But first she had some soliciting to do.

And, although she did not know it, some launching.

She stopped at three houses. There was no one home at the first one. At the second a lady with her hair in rollers wearily gave her two dollars without having the faintest idea what the Periproct Fund was and not giving a damn.

This was a wealthy neighborhood and she was used to charity beggars.

At the third house the woman excused herself, looked up Periproct in the dictionary and burst out laughing, which caused Sarah to blush deeply. Defensively, Sarah said, "It's no laughing matter," which caused the woman to laugh more and more.

Sarah left without a donation.

She stopped at the fourth house. Here she came upon a curious situation. The door was opened by a slim person with short hair who, at first glance, Sarah took to be a youth.

"Is your mother at home?" she asked.

"My mother? Why, I'm the woman of the house."

Sarah looked more closely and saw that this was, indeed, a woman. Her small, firm tits were visible as they thrust against her shirt.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized.

"S'all right."

The boyish woman was looking closely at Sarah. Sarah was used to being examined with suspicion, but this girl wasn't looking distrustful; she seemed speculative.

"Mrs…"

"Ms," said the woman.

Sarah sighed. She was really fucking-up here. She apologized once more. The woman nodded.

"I'm collecting for the Periproct Fund," Sarah said.

"Oh, yes? That's assholes, isn't it?"

Sarah blinked, surprised at such directness. She said, "The area around the anus, yes. It's really a worthy cause, sadly neglected. If you would care to contribute…"

"Yeah, all right," she said. "C'mon in."

Sarah entered the house.

"This is a coincidence," the woman said. "I had a bit of Periproct trouble myself, just the other day."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yeah. Got my vibrator stuck up my asshole. Hell or a thing. Had to go to the hospital."

Sarah gaped.

"How on earth did you manage that? Did you sit on it by mistake?" Sarah, despite her innocence, knew that vibrators were used by liberated women to masturbate, but she had no idea that they had other uses.

"Naw. My lover was fucking me up the ass with it and somehow it slipped. Whoosh! Right up my asshole to the hilt."

"I see," said Sarah, turning red. Then she figured she had better say something further, and she said, "He must have been terribly embarrassed about it."

"Ain't a he, dear. My lover is a Ms., too." And she gave Sarah a sweet smile. Sarah felt her brain reeling.

"I don't suppose you'd care to go to bed, would you?" the brazen lesbian asked her.

Sarah left without waiting for the donation.

She was truly shocked by such a forthright admission of lesbianism and didn't know how to cope with it. But once she was back on the street, she found herself feeling a great curiosity. She remembered how her cuntjuice had tasted when, pretending her hand was a cock, she fucked into her mouth. It wasn't something that she would ever do, she told herself. But she had to admit that the idea of making love to another woman was not totally unattractive. This surprised her and she realized that her viewpoints were vastly changed now that she had cast off her mental block about sex.

In fact, she was almost tempted to go back to that house; she even glanced back, trembling with a strange sensation. Good Heavens, she thought. I'm getting horny again – thinking about that lesbian!

And it was true. Her pussy had started to warm once more. Sarah was amazed at herself. She was in two minds about it. In one way she was proud of herself for being so easily aroused, so imaginative in her randiness, but in another way she felt slightly ashamed. She wanted to he liberal with Jack but she didn't want to turn into a lesbian or a promiscuous fucker of men at random. She went on, very much aware of her cunt heating up and wondering what she should do about it.

At the next house the door was opened by a man wearing an Oriental silk bathrobe. He was unshaven and looked sleepy, and Sarah figured she had awakened him. But he seemed polite enough; he invited her in and offered her a chair. He sat opposite her.

When he sat down, his bathrobe spread across his knees and Sarah was startled to find that his cock and balls were in plain sight. She figured that this was an accident and that he was unaware of his exposure, and she thought it would be indelicate to enlighten him, that it was best just to ignore it. But it was hard not to look at his crotch.

She wasn't cockeyed or anything but still… It was right there on display.

And he had a whopper!

His cock wasn't hard, but even in a slack state it was evident that it was a formidable weapon. It looped out from his crotch like an elephant's trunk. Jammed between his thighs, his balls looked as big as cantaloupes.

"What can I do for you, Miss?" he asked.

Stick that big dick up my cunt, she thought, and she blushed at the naughty idea.

She said, "I'm collecting for the Periproct Fund."

"My, yes. A good cause, I'm sure. But I'm afraid I'm a bit financially embarrassed at the moment." He paused and lighted a cigarette. The planes of his face were rugged as rocks in the flare of his cigarette lighter, and Sarah saw that he was a very handsome gentleman. Her eyes fixed on his face and she was trying very hard not to look at his cock and balls, but somehow her gaze kept slipping back down to that meaty fucker.

She hoped he didn't noticed her interest; she was sure he would be embarrassed if he realized that his cock was on display.

"Well, in that case."

"My wife ran off and left me last week," he said. He blew smoke from his nose and gazed at her through the haze. "She gave me no warning whatsoever. Just left with another man. And she cleaned out our joint bank account, leaving me penniless. So I'm afraid I can't contribute."

"What a terrible thing to do," Sarah said, feeling very sorry for the pleasant fellow and wondering why on earth a woman would run off on a man with a dick that big.

"Yes, it was a sad thing," he sighed. "And the worst part is that I've not been able to go to work."