David Crane - Door to door teaser

She said, "Open your mouth and close your eyes, honey."

Aw, shit, he thought, grievously disappointed.

He figured she must have bought some fucking Girl Scout Cookies.

But he sighed and did as he was told, and in a moment he was startled to find something hot and slippery pressed against his lips. It squirmed about. He pushed his tongue out and took a tentative lick. It was sort of salty and sort of slimy, but it had a pleasant flavor. What on earth was it? It was wriggling around like a banister, but Sarah wasn't one to play practical, jokes and he didn't think she'd stuff a rodent in his mouth. It was too furry to be a goldfish. He figured it must have been a cream bun that she had forgotten to take out of the wrapper.

Then he opened his eyes.

Needless to say, Jack was shocked.

He was also delighted and he sucked away on her hot pussy with a hunger that had been neglected for a long time. Although he wondered why her cunt was creamier than it had ever been before, he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. His tongue rippled up her slippery channel and his lips slurped greedily away on her slot, and he was soon rewarded for his efforts by a succulent flood of cuntjuice.

He doesn't eat pussy as good as Barbara, Sarah thought.

But she figured that he would get better with practice – and he was going to get plenty of that.

And then, while he was still bemused by the unexpected treat, Sarah led him to bed. He was so shocked that he just lay there, staring at her as she undressed him.

She grinned at him, licking her lips.

Beginning at his toes, she lapped up his legs, all around his crotch without touching his cock or balls, then up his torso. Rolling him over, she licked down his back and slid her tongue into the crack of his ass and rimmed his asshole, which tightened so with the shock that it trapped her tongue like a vise. After she had tongued out his ass quite thoroughly, she turned him onto his back again. Her face hovered over his thundering prick.

"Now I'm going to blow you," she said.

She knew it would excite him to hear such words coming from her. She said, "I'm going to suck your cock, Jack… going to suck you off and milk you dry and swallow all that lovely, hot, thick spunk. I'm going to drink your jism, lover."

And she did. Jack was so aroused that he came before she got his cockhead in her mouth, shooting a geyser of spunk straight up in the air as soon as she started lapping up his stalk. It hovered for a moment, as if floating, then fell back and splashed onto his balls and belly.

He groaned, cursing himself for such a premature orgasm. Not knowing, if she would ever again be in this strange cocksucking mood, he figured that he might have blown his only chance to get blown.

He needn't have worried.

Sarah, her face a mask of passion, began to lap his cum up from his belly, wolfing it down greedily. This so excited the bewildered fellow that his cock did not soften or shrink whatsoever. It stayed right where it was, rampant and ready as she tongued his spilled spunk from his balls.

Then she took his peckerhead into her mouth and gave him such wondrous head that he almost fainted.

Making up for lost time, Sarah sucked Jack off seven times that evening, allowed him to eat her cunt out three times, and promised him that – in the morning, with a brand new potency – he could stuff his cock up her asshole.

It was not an idle promise.

And they even had time to fuck a few times.

From then on, their love life was a thing of beauty. Sarah continued to do her work for charity, but Jack didn't object to that for it no longer was a substitute for passion. In fact, whenever she came home from doing some soliciting for one of her various funds, Jack found that she was hornier than ever.

He didn't realize that Sarah had cursed herself for all the wasted opportunities of the past when, calling on horny men and women, she had been content to receive only a monetary donation and that now, as she went from door to door with her box, she was giving as much as she got.

She even invented a few charities that didn't exist, as an excuse – The Fund to Prevent Frustration was her favorite.

Many good works were done.