David Crane - Door to door teaser

As if inhibition had actual weight and had been burdening her with its leaden presence, the girl suddenly felt lighter and more buoyant.

Her face was radiant.

She had cast off the shackles that had bound her and she knew without the slightest doubt that from this moment on, she could behave as she had always wanted to.

And knowing that, the girl was suddenly filled with the urgent desire to fuck Jack again – in any way he chose.

She hurried back up the stairs.

As she came to the apartment door, and paused. She heard Jack breathing heavily within. She grinned, pleased that he was still excited and then, giggling at her own naughtiness, she leaned down and looked through the keyhole – a thing she had not done since that memorable time of the menage a trois.

Through the keyhole she could see the bed.

And she looked in just as Jack's speeding hand pumped a wad of spunk from his cock and balls and left him limp and panting and totally spent.

A great disappointment rushed through her, echoing in the chamber of her new sexual freedom.

If only she had come back a minute sooner she could have had that delicious looking load in her mouth!

But then she grinned, ruefully.

She thought: It serves me right. I've made Jack wait so long to get what he wants, it's only fair that I have to wait awhile, myself, now. Tonight… She shivered with expectation.

Jack was in for a treat – as many treats as he wanted. And Sarah knew that by the time she got home from her day of collecting for charity, she was going to be as eager and as randy and as ready for it as Jack would be.

She knew that she would be thinking about it all day, her mouth watering and her pussy creaming as she walked from door to door. She wondered if she could bear waiting that long. She might even have to go in a bathroom somewhere and rub herself off, she thought, flushing at the idea, for she had given up masturbation when she had moved in with Jack, and it seemed rather naughty for a girl who lived with a man to play with herself like, say, a virgin.

She tiptoed away from the door, not wanting to embarrass Jack by making him aware that she had been a witness to his self-gratification.

By that evening, he would be horny again. Sarah was already hornier than she'd been in years – since, in fact, she had watched Wanda blow her father.

And so the girl went off to collect for charity. She had no idea that she was going to be giving as much as she collected and that the donations she took in during the course of that day would be seminal.

"I'm bored," said Barbara Conway. She was standing at the counter in her kitchen, pouring coffee from the electric percolator. She was naked. She did, indeed, look bored – and jaded, too – and that was remarkable because there were two naked men seated at the kitchen table.

The men looked at each other, grinning ruefully. They didn't feel inadequate or hurt because Barbara said she was bored, because they both knew that no two men alive could hope to satisfy that oversexed girl for very long.

They had been staying with her for a week and, although they were both exceptionally virile men, they were starting to flag under her sexual demands.

Barbara liked variety and she liked frequency. The men suited her because they were different types. Karl was tall, lean and blond. His icy blue eyes were deep-set in a suntanned face. His body smooth, muscular and not very hairy. He drank his coffee black and parted his hair on the left.

Ray was short and broad with heavy shoulders, a deep chest and bulging thighs. He was muscular, too, but his muscles were more the weightlifter type than Karl's longer, defined ones – more suited for lifting heavy weights than posing for a body beautiful. He took cream and sugar in his coffee and swept his black hair straight back without a part. His eyebrows were black and bushy and met above the bridge of his nose, a dark line that ran unbroken across his wide brow. He was not as handsome as Karl, but his features were strong and manly.

But the big difference between the two men, as far as Barbara was concerned, was in their cocks.

Barbara didn't give a damn if they parted their hair or took sugar in their coffee, but she had an unholy interest in cocks of all shapes and sizes.

Karl's prick was exceptionally long. The stalk was tubular and the knob flared out like the cap of a mushroom, a big purple slab much wider than the shaft.

Ray's cock was not quite as long as Karl's and was of a different configuration. Whereas Karl had a war club of a dick, Ray had a spear. His pecker was incredibly broad at the base and then gradually tapered down – or up, if he had a hard on – to a pointed tip. It was a cock well-suited to prying its way into tight passages – virgin cunts and assholes, say – but that was no benefit to Barbara, all of whose bodily openings were well plundered and pliable.

She did like the different sensation that she got from the two differently shaped cocks, however.

Karl plowed up her cunt, his huge peckerhead opening the way for the slimmer rod that followed.

Ray seemed to sneak up her pussy, insinuating his dick in, spreading her cunt wider and wider with each inch of widening cock that slid in.

Barbara had been well satisfied by these two men with their different style cocks.

For a week.

Now she was bored.

Barbara was a sultry girl with long black hair and long, smooth legs. She had high cheekbones, slightly tilted green eyes, and a full, wide mouth. Her tits were not large but they were pert and thrusting, and her nipples were big and taut. She carried her loins tucked in so that her ass, which was shaped like an inverted valentine, thrust out behind. Her willowy torso seemed to curve in a fluid line from ass to tits so that she was almost swaybacked, but in a graceful, designed fashion – offering tits and ass as the most prominent parts of her body. She had a huge wedge of dark, curly pubic hair, the corners reaching almost to her hipbones and a thin line stretching up from the top of the wedge to her belly button. The curly, ebony coils were set cm her belly like a filigree of iron over ivory.

Barbara was twenty-four years old and vastly experienced beyond her years.

She was a remittance girl.

Her wealthy parents had long since despaired of changing her nymphomaniacal behavior, so her father sent her five hundred dollars a week to live away from home and thereby not disgrace the family in their local city. This had been in effect for a year, since her father had found her blowing the Puerto Rican gardener in the garage while the chauffeur awaited his turn.

That had been the last straw.

For one thing, with Barbara living at home it was impossible to keep servants. It wasn't that the servants didn't like the girl, who was kind to them in many ways, but she simply exhausted them with her constant demands on their services. In the last year that she spent at home Barbara had sucked off four maids and screwed three butlers, two chauffeurs, the gardener and a chimney sweep. She had also fucked and sucked the sons and daughters of the neighbors and been buggered by a Baptist minister.

She had taken no pains to keep her affairs secret from her parents. In fact, she liked to get caught in the act; it made it seem more depraved to be discovered, she thought, and the more depraved a thing was, the more fun.

Since moving to her own home in a different city, Barbara had fucked countless men, in singles and in groups, always tiring of them after a week or so and moving on to another man, or group of men.

Now she was getting bored with Karl and Ray.

Both of these worthy fellows were self-confident, knowing that they were potent beyond the norm, and therefore they were not hurt when she said she was bored. They both realized that no two men could ever satisfy her for long, and their masculine pride could not be injured by the whims of her ways.