David Crane - Door to door teaser

She squirmed.

Her cunt was wet and open, the labia peeled back and the hole opened into a pink oval. He fingered her cunt gently, tracing the lips and caressing the taut love bud, drawing his fingertips slowly up the creamy gash. Her eyes closed and her lips turned up in a contented smile.

Her whole lush body began to vibrate.

Jack was in no hurry. He was an exponent of foreplay – and an expert, at that. He knew the fucking would be better after she was aroused. So he worked at it, loving the hot, moist feel of her cunt under his stroking hand.

He continued to suck her nipples, lying on his side and leaning over her as his hand delved into her crotch. He stroked her pussy rhythmically, then tilted his wrist and gently pushed his middle finger up her hole.

Sarah murmured and shifted…

He finger-fucked her steadily and slowly, push pulling his finger in and out of her tight fuck-box. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside her, and her twat began to ripple and pull on his fingers.

Her mind might have been inhibited, he thought, but there was nothing inhibited about her cunt.

It reacted with a passion of its own as he played with her. He supposed that if her pussy could think, that hot little box would be thinking exactly the same thing that he thought – wishing that Sarah was more adventurous in her lovemaking.

Her lips were trembling.

Looking up at her face as he tongued her nipples, he figured that like her twat, her mouth would have rather been part of a less inhibited girl. It was her mind that limited her. Her body was a steaming cauldron of passion – stiff-nippled, juicy-crotched, her mouth watering for the taste of prick – as if the mind of a chaste saint had been mistakenly placed in the body of a whore.

He grinned with his lips working on her tits as he speculated on what effect a lobotomy might have on her morals?

Then he stopped thinking about such things as she began to whimper, clinging to him with undisguised lust. Their fucking might be one dimensional, but it was damn good. His cock was hammering her hip.

He had three fingers up her gash now, pushing them in, pulling them back out as her hole sucked on his hand. Her legs had opened wide and she had started to rotate her lips from side to side and hump her pelvis up and down, moving as though he had already mounted her and was stuffing his massive cock up her cunt.

He drew his hand away and moved down slightly so that he could look at her cunt. It gaped open, the lips frothy with cuntjuice. A thin trickle of that juice had run down into the crack of her ass. Her pussy looked so inviting that Jack could feel his tongue tingle for a taste of it, but he knew she wouldn't let him eat her out.

She thought it was not a thing that nice girls did. She had admitted, once, that the idea was exciting and that she would probably like the feeling, but no sooner had he started to go down on her than she stiffened and closed her thighs and shook her head.

"No," she'd said. "That's disgusting." And she hadn't let him do it, even after admitting that she would have liked it. Jack, fairly drooling for a suck on that succulent twat, had figured that he was never going to understand the way her mind worked. But he knew how her body worked, all right, and now he was playing that hot body like a finely tuned instrument – some carnal harp from which he was strumming the magical chords of desire, while his pecker hummed like a tuning fork to the vibrations.

He moved on top of her, lying between her widespread legs but not moving up to fuck yet. His dick was throbbing down into the bed with such unbridled lust that it was levering his ass up and down. His balls were spread out painfully between his thighs. But still he lingered over the approaches to love, ignoring the demands of his own loins while he continued to arouse Sarah.

His hands ran up the insides of her thighs. His fingertips traced the creases at the vet. He licked her nipples as if they were cherries set atop a mound of vanilla ice cream.

She clasped his face between her hands, shuddering and shivering with readiness. Her belly gave a significant lurch, the smooth, rounded flesh rising and rubbing against him.

She never told him, in words, that she was ready to fuck, but her actions were always plain enough as, in its own way, her body rebelled against her reticence.

Now her pelvis was grinding against his belly in a simulation of fucking. Jack began to move up her body, licking up her cleavage and nibbling her neck as he rose. His prick rubbed up the inside of her knee and slid along her thigh. It had stopped thundering now, although it was still rock-hard and vibrant, and it seemed to be approaching her pussy like a stealthy serpent creeping up on a warm little rodent, the flat, snake-like head alert and ready to strike – to sink that fangless wedge of cockhead into her warm cunt and fill her with the non-lethal venom of love. His bloated balls dragged along the mattress. He moved into position and kissed her on the lips.

His cockhead was sliding up her cunt, not directed toward the hole but cutting up at right angles so that the knob came pushing out above her cuntal mound and the underside of the fat stalk was clamped along her gash. Her cuntlips slurped on his shaft, as if trying to drag him in sideways.

Jack took his weight on his hands, bracing them beside her shoulders, and lifted his torso up.

Sarah looked down between their bodies. She saw the head of his dick sprouting from her crotch, the big purple slab flaring out and the veins pulsing where they merged into the delta of his bi-valved peckerhead. Her lips trembled and parted. The pink tip of her tongue slipped across her lower lip. Her eyes blazed, changing from sky-blue to a hot, smoky violet, as if the sight of his cock had played the catalyst, the image rebounding into her blue orbs had stamped her with lust and rung the changes of desire. As he looked down and saw this transformation in her countenance, Jack was once again certain that his girl would have dearly loved to abandon herself to passion and lust. The way she looked at his cock left little doubt that she would have loved to have that cock in her mouth. She was even licking her lips, for Chrissake. He wished that somehow he could solve the puzzle of her inhibitions or read the runic designs of her denial of desire.

He flirted for a moment with the thought that he might solve this situation as Alexander dealt with the Gordian knot – that he might simply grab her by the head and slap his cock into her mouth by force. It was a tantalizing idea. But he didn't dare, for he didn't want to risk offending her or, worse, losing her. As he hovered there, angled up from her loins, he sighed.

Sarah looked away. She seemed to tear her eyes away from his cock with a great effort, like a bird that refuses to gaze into the eye of a serpent, knowing that it will be helpless.

She looked up at his face, her own face pleading.

"Do you want it?" he asked.

She wouldn't answer in words. She nodded ever so slightly and a faint flush crept up her throat and onto her cheeks.

"What do you want?"

She moaned.

"Tell me! Say it!"

She almost did – her lips worked, mouthing the words of her desire, but no sound came out. It was as if her vocal cords had allied themselves with her conscience against her body, as if the inhibited blockage in her mind were reinforced in her voicebox – but not in her trembling mouth.

Jack gave up.

His cock had started to buck and hammer again and he was afraid he might just shoot his load right onto her belly if he didn't slip it up her cunt now.

He slid back, drawing his dick down along her slit. He aimed the knob at her cunt.

Sarah arched her back, bringing her crotch up like a template into position to be stamped.