David Crane - Door to door teaser

Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked, then pressed out as his cockhead pushed into the wet, hot flesh. She turned her head from side to side so that his dick was rubbing one cheek and then the other. All the while, she was taking it deeper into her mouth. She had intended to suck on the cockhead while she jerked his stalk up and down with her fist, but now she decided that she wouldn't bother to use her hands at all, that she would do it all with her greedy mouth.

Steve placed a hand behind her head, not forcing her down but just encouraging her with a gentle pressure. His other hand stroked her throat and cheek lovingly.

"Suck it, baby," he whispered.

"Ummm," she sighed as she sucked.

And then her head was down so far that the tip of his dick was stuck fast in her throat and her lips were almost to his belly. Only an inch or so of cock remained uncoupled – like a short, thick driveshaft between them. She felt it there for a moment and then very slowly came up, slurping along every precious inch of his stalk as she rose, her sweet lips turning outwards as she sucked, her hot tongue dancing wildly along the underside of his slippery shaft. She rose until only his knob remained in her mouth, pulled on it, then sank down again, moving slowly and rhythmically, her steady actions designed to bring him remorselessly to a climax, I but without any frantic haste.

Sarah didn't know what to do with her hands. She put them behind the small of her back, clasped together so they wouldn't get in the way. Her head went up and down like a plastic woodpecker on the rim of a glass, her torso angling from the waist as she fed herself on tasty prick.

She gasped as the fat wedge filled her gullet, and she sighed as she rose again. Her tongue was laying all around his meat. Her cheeks pulled, her lips sucked, her teeth gently nibbled. She was using every part of her mouth in every possible fashion.

Steve grunted.

Sarah knew that signified, that his orgasm was rapidly approaching and she began to bob up and down a bit faster, drooling on his prick, working it with sweet suction.

She felt a trickle of jism slip onto her tongue.

For a moment she was disappointed. She thought that he had come and that that slight jolt was all she was going to get. But then she realized that his cockhead was still swelling, getting fatter and hotter with every stroke, and she understood that it had been merely a preliminary spurt, promising the full ball-load to come.

"I'm gonna blow…" he rasped, his whole body going rigid as the thrill took him. His toes curled and his balls ballooned and the muscles jumped along his thighs.

"Oh, yes," she whimpered, speaking right down his prick. "Come, Steve… come in my mouth. I want to drink your cum."

His hand tightened behind her head and he pushed her far down on his stalk.

Then the head of his pecker seemed to explode. He hosed her throat with a tremendous burst of jism, coming with such force that his hips jolted back, recoiling, and her head bounced on the jet.

She gurgled with joy, gulping the spunk down.

He blew a second heavy dose into her throat. She felt the thick slime splash onto the roof of her mouth, onto her cheeks, over her tonsils. She had a fleeting image of a cave with white stalactites dripping from the roof and walls – soft stalactites that flowed down and filled her mouth with the succulent oil of his release.

She swallowed it down. Her mouth was overflowing. Cum bubbled from her evened lips and washed into the hollows of her cheeks as her head continued to bob up and down, milking him to the very dregs, wanting to drink every precious drop of his nectar.

He slumped, drained.

Sarah continued to milk his dick until it had started to soften and shrink in her mouth. Then she pulled away, licking her lips, and gazed up at his face like a dog wagging its tail for approval.

He stroked her cheek.

"That was the best blowjob lever had," he said. "I'm glad. I never did it before. I guess I'm just a natural at it," she said, smiling contentedly. "Cock and cum do taste ever so lovely."

He looked speculatively down at his cock. It was drooping, but it hadn't gone completely soft.

He said, "Maybe you ought to do it again. Just to make sure I don't get another hard-on at, work."

"Oh! Shall I?" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully at the prospect, eager to milk him a second time.

He grinned and said, "But what about you, Sarah? Don't you want to come, too?"

"Well…" She looked disconcerted. "My pussy is awfully hot. But you can't fuck me, since you don't want to commit adultery, so I don't see…"

"I could eat you out," he offered.

Sarah gasped. That was another pleasure that she had never experienced, and the idea caused her to ripple. Her cunt felt like it had been ignited. "Suck me off again and then I'll suck your pussy," he said.

Sarah nodded eagerly. She saw that she had the same problem that Steve had – just as he couldn't go to work when there was danger of an unexpected hard-on compromising his job, thus could she hardly be expected to collect for charity when her cunt was squishing and steaming.

It might indeed be more blessed to give than to receive, but she saw that there were limits and that charity begins at home.

"Okay," she said, her eyes alight.

She leaned in and slipped his cockhead into her mouth once more. It was somewhat soft, but as soon as she started sucking on it, it began to swell again. It was a wonderful sensation to have a prick getting big and hard inside her mouth, and to speed the process up, she folded her fist around the hilt of his cock and began to frig him up and down. She thought perhaps she would do it that way, this second time – that she would jerk him off into her mouth, expediting the process so that she could all the sooner get to the new jay of being sucked.

A door closed somewhere in the house. Sarah paid it no mind but Steve stiffened.

She was slurping away in total concentration, frigging up his stalk as her mouth pushed down so that her lips met her fist halfway down his shaft.

"I think you'd better stop," he said.

But she was stuck to his dick like a suction cup with no intention of stopping.

Then his wife walked into the room.

"Hi, honey," he said.

"Awk!" she said.

"Oops!" said Sarah, plucking her lips away from his cockhead as if she were unveiling a statue.

"So this is what happens behind my back! You unfaithful swine, you pig, you bastard… and you! You… cocksucker!" she shouted, directing the last cataloguing term at Sarah, who was blushing deeply and gurgling with confusion.

"Er… this is my wife," he said. "Honey, this girl is collecting for charity. We sort of got carried away, I guess."

"I thought your wife had left you!" Sarah cried. "Well, I guess I lied about that," he said, looking every bit as sheepish as he was entitled to look.

"Oh, dear!" she wailed.

"Well, at least I got home before she milked you off," said his wife, eyeing his rampant pecker.

Neither Sarah nor Steve figured it would be wise to enlighten her on that score.

She said, "I ought to divorce you for this. But…" Her eyes gleamed with an unholy light. "But I have a far more subtle punishment in store for you," she said.

"Aw, now, honey."

"I'm going to make you suck me off all day," she announced.

"Gee, that's no hardship," he said. "But I'm not going to give you anything in return! You'll have to go all day without an orgasm all day with your tongue up my cunt and nothing whatsoever for your dick!"

Steve paled in horror.

Sarah giggled.

"That serves you right," she said. "You deceived me, and now you're going to have to suffer exactly the same way that you told me you were suffering."

Steve hung his head, accepting his punishment, resigned to his terrible fate.