David Crane: Door to door teaser

Now they grinned at each other and then turned as Barbara brought coffee cups to the table.

"Do you want us to leave?" Karl asked.

"Oh, Christ, no! Not until I get someone else, at least. I always feel so desperate when there isn't a cock available at a moment's notice."

"Well, if you can think of anything we can do to alleviate your boredom?" Ray said.

She considered that offer, leaning back in her chair and placing one foot on the rung, so that her big, bushy cunt wash in full sight. The juicy pink gash bisected the hairy bush like a swampy river running through a tropical rain forest, and at the delta of that river, her clitoris stood out, tingling.

"Well, I think we've already done everything," she said, thinking about it. "Let's see… you've both had your cocks in my mouth, cunt, asshole and hands… two by two, just like Noah's Ark. We've done it lying, kneeling, standing, sitting… in the shower, in the bathtub… did we use my dildo. Oh, yes, I remember. Well, I can't think of any combination that…" Her eyes gleamed like melted jade. "I don't suppose you would consider letting me watch you fuck each other?"

"Certainly not," said Karl.

"Yeah!" said Ray.

"Naw, I didn't think so. Well, fellas, what we have to do is get someone else to join us. Maybe we can pick someone up in a bar or something. Man or woman, it doesn't matter."

"Shall we get dressed, then?" Karl asked. Barbara grinned.

"I'm not that bored," she said. Karl sipped his black coffee.

Ray sipped his white coffee, with sugar.

And Barbara, who usually took her coffee black, like Karl, said, "I think maybe I'll have cream today." A wicked smile twisted her lush mouth and her green eyes narrowed, gleaming with an unholy light, as if the fire in her brain were being filtered through those jade orbs.

She looked from man to man – more specifically, she looked from cock to cock. And under the inspiration of her gaze, both big cocks began to rise. Barbara was not at all concerned about which man got hard first – from which carnal dairy she would take delivery. She just looked at the rising dicks, her eyes sliding back and forth, caressing them with her vision.

It was a close race, but Ray's thick tapering pecker towered to full erection a few seconds ahead of Karl's bludgeon.

Barbara moved her chair to that side of the table.

She had had a novel idea, and inspired as always by variety, her pussy began to flood with cuntjuice.

She cupped Ray's bloated balls.

Holding the cum-laden sac in the palm of her hand, she lifted, as if gauging the weight of his creameries. She pursed her lips. His big cock began to throb and the dark vein pulsed up the underside. The pointed tip came squeezing out of the foreskin like a periscope looking for a vessel to torpedo.

She folded her fist around the root of his fuck stalk and pulled up, curling the foreskin over the ledge behind the cockhead, then pushed back down, drawing his dick tight as a bow string and causing the head to flare.

She pulled up again, sweeping her thumb back and forth across the sensitive spot where the stalk merged with the knob.

Ray grunted and leaned back in his chair, pushing his hips up slightly from the seat.

Barbara leaned forward, concentrating on what she was doing. She was a true connoisseur of cocks and loved to look at them as well as feel them in her. Now she gazed with rapt attention at his swollen cockhead as her hand moved rhythmically up and down the shaft, pushing all the way down to the root so the heel of her fist was pressed to his belly, then skimming back to the crown. She was holding his nut-sacs in her other hand, squeezing gently as if to hasten his orgasm by squeezing the spunk from his balls.

Her hand flew up and down faster and faster.

She leaned closer and Ray hiked his ass higher, expecting her to take his cockhead into her mouth when he was ready to shoot, for be knew she was not a girl who would willfully waste cum.

But Barbara had a different idea this morning. It was something she had never done before and, therefore, it thrilled her.

Still frigging him with her fist, she pulled her other hand away from his balls and picked up her coffee cup by the handle. Holding the cup in front of him, she aimed the head of his prick at the cup.

Ray saw that she had truly meant she would take cream in her coffee, and the idea struck him as so depraved that his loins began to smolder.

Her face was a mask of lust as she stroked his cock with determination, jacking him with the quick, steady strokes that would bring him to a climax fastest.

He was bridged right off the seat of the chair now, his thighs braced and bulging with muscles, his arms hooked over the back, of the chair, his loins poised in the air. Ripples of sensation ran up his thighs and swept down his belly. He could feel his toes curl as the peak approached.

A drop of preliminary cum oozed from the parted cleft of his dickhead.

Barbara gave a little gasp as she saw that thick quick silvery drop trickle down his knob. She licked her lips and her taste buds began to tingle. But she resisted the urge to slurp the succulent, creamy nugget up. She was determined to take cream in her coffee for a change, a taste treat she had not tried before.

She angled the cup, holding it before his peckerhead, and pulled his dick down slightly, so that the snout was directed right at the mouth of the cup.

"C'mon, baby," she whispered, smiling. "C'mon… pour some cream for me." Her fist was clenched tightly around his rod, pumping him purposefully.

Ray whimpered. His eyes closed and his mouth twitched. His belly heaved up as he fucked his prick through her fist.

He gasped.

Barbara whimpered joyfully when she felt the hot sap start to rush up his rod. His shaft expanded in her hand. She pushed down hard and the knob erupted in a gout of creamy spunk. The fuck juice spurted from him in loops and coils – thick, hot ribbons of spunk pouring out and falling into the black coffee.

Seeing a man come excited her so much, although it was anything but a novelty, that her hand began to falter, missing a stroke, pumping spasmodically.

But it made no difference.

His orgasm had started and it wasn't about to end until his balls had been emptied. A second spun poured from his cockhead, then a third, all of the thick cream falling into the coffee cup. He groaned and settled back into the chair.

Barbara continued to pump until she was sure that she had milked every drop from his pecker. She was grinning with wicked glee.

His cock, momentarily exhausted, began to droop.

She waited, holding it by the hilt, until it had softened and hung out in a bow. Then she dipped the knob in her coffee and used it to stir the mixture. The spunk did not mix very well, she saw.

Cum was not homogenized, like proper milk, and the ribbons of cream swirled around like clouds in a dark sky on the surface of the black coffee.

She released his dick.

Karl's cock, inspired as Karl watched this bizarre pouring of cream, was starting to hum like a tuning fork.

He said, "That coffee is still pretty dark, Barbara… would you care for some more cream?"

"I'm not sure," said the depraved nympho.

She lifted the cup to her lips and sipped.

"Delicious," she said. "It's just right."

She took another sip.

Karl groaned, wondering if his pecker was going to be neglected at this unique breakfast.

But, knowing Barbara, he needn't have worried.

She turned to him. His cock was bucking in front of his lean belly like a bronco trying to unseat a rodeo rider – eager to throw the tenacious jism from the saddle of passion.

"I think I'll have a roll with my coffee," she said. She grinned devilishly. "A cream bun."