David Crane - Door to door teaser

His wife stomped across the room, lifting her skin. She slid into the chair and pushed her cunt at Steve's face. He began to lick and suck dutifully and contritely.

Sarah figured it was time to beat a retreat. She tiptoed out. It wasn't until she was standing in the street that she realized she, too, had been punished. She had been looking forward to getting sucked off, and now that she had aroused herself by that expectation and by the stimulating pleasure of sucking cock, she was more desperate than ever – more desperate than she had been in her whole life.

Her cunt was steaming like a volcano and a maelstrom of need swirled in her belly.

All this charity work isn't what it's cracked up to be, she thought. And the most aggravating part was that his wife was going to get – was already getting – the head that Sarah had been so much looking forward to! She was furious with Steve for having deceived her and was glad that he was getting his just deserts but – well – his cock had been ever so tasty and she couldn't really blame a man for getting head as best he could.

But how was Sarah to get the head that she had now been deprived of?

She had but one choice. She would have to forsake her door to door collecting and rush back to Jack.

From the vigor with which he had been pulling himself off earlier, she wasn't at all sure that his cock would be useful yet, but she was sure there would be no problem in coaxing his tongue up her snatch, for he had often expressed a desire to eat her out and had only been foiled by her own stupid inhibitions – and they were, most certainly, a thing of the past.

She started back to the subway, stepping very carefully, her slick thighs rubbing together and her pussy glowing between them like a smoldering ember. She had to grin, ruefully, at herself. What a day! She had collected only two dollars for the Periproct Fund, but she had received her first donation of cum in her mouth and, despite her present frustration and juicy discomfort, she did not regret the experience.

There was a phone booth on the corner.

She went in and dialed the house, feeling very naughty and intending to tell Jack that she was on her way home with a hot cunt and that he had better get his tongue ready for it.

But the phone rang unanswered.

Damn, she thought. He didn't have to work today so he must have gone out for a beer. How long would he be? She didn't want to get home before he did because she knew that, along in the house, she would be unable to resist the urge to masturbate. She didn't want to waste the lovely orgasm she had all stored up on her own hands.

Well, he probably wouldn't be more than an hour or so.

Sarah decided to make a couple more fund raising stops on her way to the subway. She crossed the street and went up to the door of a big white house.

She arrived just after Barbara Conway had finished breakfasting on buttered dick.

Barbara answered the doorbell, wearing a negligee and looking slightly disheveled. An aura of sex hung about her. Sarah was a trifle surprised that a housewife would answer the door in that attire, for the negligee was transparent and Barbara's big, curly cuntal bush was visible through the material. Barbara peered at Sarah as if she were studying her. Then she smiled.

"Come on in," she said.

Sarah stepped in. Two men in bathrobes were standing at a bar in the corner. This, like the negligee, surprised Sarah. It dawned on her that this might not be a chaste matron of the suburbs.

"Come on into the other room," Barbara said. Turning to the two men, she said, "Excuse us for a moment, will you?"

She also winked at them, but Sarah didn't see that.

Sarah followed sexy Barbara into a wood paneled room and sat down in the proffered chair. Barbara stood in front of the chair, lighting a cigarette. She put one foot up on the seat beside Sarah, her thigh coming out of the folds of her robe and, pushing it open, revealing a glimpse of dark cunt hair and the pink slit that bisected her bush.

Sarah averted her gaze.

Sarah had figured out that Steve had exposed his cock and balls by design, rather than accident, but in this case she figured it must be an accident. This was another woman and quite obviously heterosexual, since she had two bathrobed men in her house, and so there was no possible reason why she should be putting her pussy on display by design.

Sarah knew there were lesbians lurking about – she had even encountered one earlier that morning – but in her naive innocence, she did not know about bi-sexual women.

"What can I do for you?" Barbara asked. And to you, she added, silently.

"I'm collecting for the Periproct Fund."

"Is that a fact? You must be something of an expert on assholes, in that case."

"Well, not really. Not at all, actually. I'm just taking up the collection."

"Still, I imagine you know more about the subject than the average person. I'll be glad to contribute to such a good cause, but first I wonder if you could have a look at my asshole and tell me if it looks all right."

Sarah was flustered.

"I really don't think…" she began, but before she could finish her protest, this remarkable woman had turned around, bent over, pulled up her negligee and flipped her ass into Sarah's face.

Sarah, finding herself confronted by that shapely, heart-shaped bottom, could do little else but look. Because Barbara was bending over with her legs spread, Sarah was also looking at her cunt, which was pink and juicy.

"Well?" Barbara asked.

"It looks fine," said Sarah.

"I just had a couple dicks stuck up there, you see… that's why I was wondering."

Now that she had that brought to her attention, Sarah could indeed see that a trickle of spunk was running down Barbara's crotch from between her nether cheeks. Barbara pushed her ass back further. They were, in effect, cheek to cheek. "I don't think they damaged you," Sarah said.

"Oh, I know that. I've had plenty of prick up there in the past. I just wanted your expert opinion on how my ass looked is all, how it looked to a man about to bugger it."

"It looks very… errr… inviting."

"Might's well have a look at my cunt, too, while you're here," Barbara suggested.

Sarah, who was not stupid – despite her innocence – saw that this situation had certain erotic overtones, but she was, after all, a guest in the woman's home and the woman's pussy was right there. So it was no trouble to look.

Barbara was saying, "It looks fine to me, in the mirror, but a second opinion is always wise, don't you think?"

She reached down and spread her cuntlips open with her fingers, so that Sarah was gazing at the dark inner folds. Sarah had never looked closely up a pussy before, and she found herself intrigued by the sight. She also found it strangely stimulating, although she had no idea why that should be, since she wasn't a man.

"It's… very nice," she said.

"Does it look tasty?"

"Errr… I suppose, to a man…"

"Good," Barbara said. She stood up and turned around, placing her foot once again on the chair beside Sarah's leg. "I do love to get eaten out, so I'm glad to know my cunt looks delectable. But then, I suppose every woman feels that way."

Sarah, turning red, said, "I suppose so. I've never been sucked off, myself… but the idea is exciting."

"What? A beautiful blonde like you? Never been gobbled? That's hard to believe."

Because this woman was so forthright, Sarah felt less ill at ease than she normally might have under the circumstances. She said, "In fact, a man was going to eat me just a few minutes ago, but his wife interrupted us. It left me in a terrible state. My pussy is as wet as… as yours."

"You poor thing!"

"Well, it can't be helped," Sarah said.