David Crane - Door to door teaser

Karl pushed his hips out, offering her his carnal pastry from the tray of his loins. Like Ray before him, Karl expected the cock-hungry wanton to slip her greedy lips over his dick.

But Barbara was truly intent on breakfasting well that morning. The two men had fucked her with vigor all night, and she felt the need of a hearty meal with plenty of calories. She knew that even if a man came with abundance, she couldn't ingest more than twenty or thirty calories from a load of spunk – hardly enough to satisfy her cravings, merely enough to whet her appetite.

She took up the butter knife and began to spread butter on his cock, coating the bloated knob and slathering the greasy yellow substance down the shaft.

Then she dipped the knife into the strawberry jam and wiped that delicacy onto his prick, as well, giving his balls a few slaps in the process.

"That looks good," she said, gazing at his well coated dick with a glutton's eye.

His pecker throbbed mightily, the dark vein showing through the slippery butter. Giggling, Barbara spooned some sugar onto the sweet confection. This was truly a splendid cream bun, coated with goodness and filled with thick nectar. She held it by the root and looked around the table. There was a honey pot, and she stroked a few dabs of that amber delight onto his cock and balls.

Then she figured she had prepared the feast sufficiently; she didn't want to get sick.

She bend down and licked a tongueful of strawberry jam from his balls. Leaning back, she took a sip of creamy coffee. Ducking down again, she tongued his buttery knob, curling her hot tongue all around the sweet, meaty slab, then began to slurp up the shaft.

It tasted absolutely delicious. The cloying sweetness of jam, sugar and honey and the oily, greasy flavor of the butter were all blended and made palatable by the underlying flavor of hot cockmeat.

She alternated, sipping her spunky coffee, then tonguing his sweet comestible.

After she had licked and laved him for a while, she fitted her lips to the big, blunt tip of his cock and slowly fed the sweet tube into her mouth.

She sucked appreciatively.

Her cheeks hollowed in as she slurped merrily on his peckerhead, then went out like a bellows as she playfully blew down the tube. She was slobbering down his stalk, her saliva running over the butter and jam. She gazed down at her sweet mouthful, her eyes crossing as she looked inward, loving the sight of a fat cock that sprouted from big, bloated balls and terminated in her pursed lips. As she pulled with her lips, her tongue swept back and forth across the underside of his cockhead.

She began to bob her head up and down, feeding his dick right back into her throat and pushing her clamped lips down as far as she could along his thick rod.

His knob lodged in the entrance to her gullet. She drew back, sucking along every precious inch of prick as her lips came up it. His cock was ballooning in her mouth, spreading her lips and forcing her cheeks out. A dreamy expression came into her eyes as she blissfully gobbled away.

Then she pulled her lips from him.

His peckerhead popped out like a cork from a bottle. She had sucked most of the sweet spread from him now. She paused to slather some more butter on his knob, then took a swallow of coffee with jism. When her mouth collared his prick again, it was warm from the coffee. It slid fluidly up and down. The butter liquefied in the heat of her mouth and trickled down his stalk, congealing again on his belly and balls.

She stopped sucking for a while, using her tongue up and down his shaft, lapping his nut-sac, taking a swig of coffee and starting to suck once more.

Then she was sucking purposefully.

She had teased her sweet tooth enough – now she was ready for a more hearty meal of cum.

Her cunt looked like a cream bun, itself, by this time, as her loins responded to the surge of lust that filled her. The pink lips were unfurled and the slot was filled with frothy cuntjuice. Her clit stuck out like a cherry in a bowl of whipped cream, and that cream, overflowing the hairy bowl, had started to trickle into the crack of her ass.

Barbara had the coffee cup in one hand and Karl's dick in her mouth. That left her a free hand.

She began to finger her pussy.

Ray, who was a keen observer of this breakfast – he had a vested interest, having supplied the cream for her coffee – noticed that the oversexed girl was pushing a finger up her hole. Ray had faultless table manners and hated to see anyone play with his food. He also had a hard-on again.

He snatched up a chocolate eclair and knelt in front of Barbara's chair. He took her wrist and pulled her hand away.

Then he began to push the eclair up her cunt. Holding her cuntlips spread, he stuffed the gooey bun right up her hole and spread it around in her crotch. He leaned in and began to eat the eclair out of her cunt, tonguing her clit bud, sucking on the unfolded lips, tracing up the slot.

Barbara moaned with happiness, the sound muffled around Karl's big dick. Finding herself with a free hand, she fingered her stiff nipples, cupped Karl's balls, placed her hand behind Ray's head – shifting around and, touching here and there.

Ray sucked with gusto.

Cream from the bun slurped into his mouth, and then a finer cream was pouring from her as her pussy ignited. He opened his mouth wide, fitting his lips over her whole cunt, and greedily sucked her cuntjuice out.

Barbara whimpered, her hips shifted as she worked her orgasm off of Ray's eager face. But despite the sensations that racked her loins, the girl continued to bob her head resolutely up and down on Karl's stalk. Despite coming at the crotch, she didn't neglect the hunger in her mouth.

She shuddered as her orgasm reached the peak and her pussy turned incandescent, glowing as it melted.

Then Karl gasped.

Eagerly, Barbara ran her head far down his stalk. He thrust up to meet her descending face and his dick exploded, whitewashing her tonsils with a creamy jet.

Barbara gulped it down, making room for more as he blew a second wad into her cheeks, then a third. She was swallowing as fast as she could but he was coming faster and her mouth was filled to the brim with jism. The thick sap overflowed her compressed lips and bubbled down her chin. Streamers of cum ran down his cock and onto his balls, blending with the butter and jam.

Her table manners were not as exquisite as Ray's, and speaking with her mouth full, she gurgled, "Come, come, come…" and gulped away with rare appetite and ravenous hunger.

Karl threw his head back, groaning as he emptied his balls into her face to the very dregs.

He slumped back on his chair.

Barbara continued to suck until she was sure she had milked every delicious chop of jism from his peckerhead. Then she used her nimble tongue to spoon up the errant drops that had escaped her lips and run down his shaft. She lapped cum from his balls and her tongue darted up and down the stalk and over the head, gathering up every succulent drop of fuck-juice.

"Lovely," she purred, licking her lips.

Ray was still busily munching away on her cunt. He had devoured the eclair by this time, but her cuntjuice was still pouring into his mouth.

She trembled through the spasms of ecstasy.

He looked up, grinning, his whole face coated with chocolate, cream and pussyjuice.

Barbara grinned happily.

"What shall we have for lunch?" she asked.

But now Ray's pecker was thundering again. He had no intention of waiting for lunch.

Breakfast was over but he knew he could have a snack in between. He stood up and drew the willing girl to her feet, then pushed her onto the table, face down, her tits sliding in the butter.

She hiked her pert ass up.

Ray stood behind her and, bending down, pushed his tongue up her asshole. He lapped up the crack, then delved in, lubricating that little brown bud. He grabbed a slab of butter and worked the slippery grease into his pecker until that formidable utensil was glistening from stem to stern.