David Crane: Door to door teaser

Jack worked the tip of his dick around in her slot, churning that juicy hole to a creamy swamp. Her pussy sucked at his cockhead. Her belly rolled against his and her soft thighs clamped around his flanks, tightening spasmodically. She was shuddering as she waited for his thundering – again – cock.

Then he pushed his prick up her hot hole.

He slipped the whole thing to her with the first long thrust, burying his cock to the root and jamming his swollen balls tight to her perineum.

Her vocal cords melted then, and she said, "Oh!" and then, moaning, "Oooooooh…"

Jack held that full penetration for a moment, enjoying the sensation of having every inch of his big cock buried in her clinging pussy and letting her thrill, to the feeling of being stuffed to the brim with pecker. She held motionless under him, her narrow back deeply arched so that her ass was lifted from the bed and her supple body was bowed again his rigid loins.

Jack withdrew, hauling back until only his knob remained in her hole and his long stalk was unsheathed. It stood out like a bolt, linking them together.

Her cuntlips unpeeled around his peckerhead and her clit bud was throbbing.

He fed her his cock again.

Sarah sighed and pushed her crotch down to meet his thrust, taking him deep into her cunt.

She began to fuck him with long, rippling strokes, moving slowly onto his cock as he thrust in, and then twisting her hips from side to side as he pulled out, as if she were unscrewing her pussy from his rod.

He altered the angle of his strokes. He went in with an underslung, grinding thrust that lifted her pelvis as it plowed up. Then he cork screwed his boring dick in to the hilt. He raised his hips so that he was shoveling the dick in from above, sliding the whole long stalk directly across her vibrant clitoris en route to her womb.

Her hips pistoned and her belly heaved as she stayed with him in the changing tempo, working he hot pussy around on his cock as it was pushed in, clutching at that meaty bludgeon as he pulled it slowly out. She was fluid, pneumatic, undulating. Her supple pelvis and limber hips danced a frenzied gavotte above the bed and below her steadily humping lover.

Her pussy was melting.

Cunt juice trickled out as his big plunger pushed in, filling her to the brim and pumping cunt-nectar from her stuffed hole. His balls were soaked as they swung in, slapping against her upraised ass.

She tossed her head, switching from side to side. She bit her lip and her eyes narrowed, her countenance masked by passion as her golden hair cascaded about her brow and cheeks and tumbled across the pillow.

She had begun to moan softly, in low wavering sound waves that were a background music, punctuated by the creaking of the labored bedsprings and the harsh grunts that Jack made as he fed his cock to her cunt.

Jack was banging away with gusto as he neared the height of sexual sensation. He was moving faster now, his cock burning as it rippled up her wet hole, fairly hissing up the channel. His hands moved under her and cupped her firm ass, lifting her loins higher as he prepared to hose her cunt with his stream of orgasm.

She gasped and he felt, her pussy cream.

"Ohhhh!" she whimpered as she started to come.

Long waves of lust rippled across her loins, rushing up her trembling thighs and sweeping across her belly, crashing together in the depths of her cunt.

Jack shoveled the dick to her like a crazed stoker feeding a fiery furnace.

His orgasm hovered within him, his balls expanding and his pecker surging as the cum roared up. He fought it back, waiting for her to reach the absolute peak.

The spasms of joy which rushed through her were coming faster now – a series of peaks that tumbled one upon the other, the frequency shortening and peaking higher until they seemed to run together in one tidal flow of pure lust.

She cried out in wordless ecstasy.

Jack felt her cunt melt like a wax candle around his hard wick and he let himself go.

His balls exploded. The heavy flood surged up his prick and burst from his cockhead in a wild spun, spraying her womb with burning cream.

He rammed in, shooting a second creamy jet up her hole and, feeling her cunt being hosed by his cock-juice, Sarah wailed and gasped and pumped away wildly, abandoned to the sensation of their mutual and simultaneous orgasm.

He poured a third stream of cum up her cunt chute.

Then he slowed, gasping, feeling as if his loins had been scooped out and left hollow, as if his very life force had turned to spunk and spurted from his pecker in the frenzied violence of his coming. He held steady, his prick empty but still hard and buried up her quim.

Sarah continued to grind away for a few moments as she worked off the final spasms of her orgasm. Then she relaxed, smiling contentedly.

Jack grinned down at her.

"That was a great fuck, baby," he said. Sarah looked embarrassed.

"Sometimes I don't understand you," he said.

Jack was still naked on the bed. His dick had softened a bit but had not gone completely slack, for he was a potent fellow. It looped out from his belly in a fat parabola, twitching at the knob.

He was exasperated with Sarah.

The fuck had been wonderful – the aftermath was a grievous and incomprehensible letdown.

Sarah had looked embarrassed as soon as she had got her rocks off, which annoyed him. And then she had rushed into the bathroom to take another shower and brush her teeth again, as if she couldn't wait to get the taste of his lips out of her mouth and to cleanse his cum from her loins.

Now she was dressing, and as he watched her draw her bikini panties up over her limber hips, his dick pulsed and hardened a bit more, the bow beginning to straighten into a new erection.

She fitted her heavy tits into her bra. "Let's not talk about it," she said.

"That's the fucking trouble… I think we should talk about it, Sarah, damn it all!"

She wavered between anger and embarrassment. He could never tell what she was feeling or thinking – except when his cock was up her cunt and she was coming.

"I know you aren't frigid," he said. "Why in hell must you pretend you are?"

"I don't. I just… I'm just not depraved."

"Ah, shit," he said.

She pulled her dress on. An evil gleam came into his eyes.

He said, "Hey, my prick is getting hard again, honey. I got to come again."

"I haven't got time now, Jack."

"It won't take long."

"I'm late already."

"Just a few strokes and I'll blow my wad."

"Then I'll have to shower again and get dressed all over and I simply don't…"

"Suck me off," he said.

Her eyes snapped open. She gaped at him. He couldn't tell if she was shocked or outraged or stunned.

He wrapped his fist around the hilt of his prick and gave it a slow push-pull, causing the big knob to flare.

"C'mon," he said. He was annoyed and he wanted to shock her. "Just suck on the head of my dick for a minute, baby. Have a nice creamy drink-on-a-stick." His eyes narrowed. "Then you won't have to shower; you'll just have to brush your teeth."

"You're disgusting," she said.

She walked to the door.

"All right, Sarah," he called after her. "But I'm not gonna go all day with a hard-on, waiting for you to come home so I can have a Goddamn man-on-top-and-no-nonsense fuck like some impotent preacher doing his duty."

"If you don't like making love to me…"

"I can find someone else, is that it?"

She was facing away from him, about to open the door. Her shoulders stiffened. Even from the back, not able to see her face, Jack could tell that she was stricken by his words.

"That's right," he said. "I think I'll pick up some agreeable trollop today. I think maybe that's a fine idea. Maybe I can get my cock sucked for a change. For a moment she was as still as if she had turned into a block of ice."