David Crane - Door to door teaser

When Jack Kramer woke up he automatically reached out to grope Sarah Walters, but his hand was on an aborted mission. The bed beside him was empty. It was still warm from her nubile body, however, and he yawned and looked at his wristwatch. It was early. Where in hell was she?

They had only been living together for a few weeks, but he knew her well enough to know she was not usually an early riser. He was a bit annoyed because he dearly loved a morning fuck. That was the main reason to live with a girl, Jack figured. You could always screw a broad at night but living together provided the setting for regular morning sex.

Sarah wasn't always agreeable, but she could be talked into it. She was a beautiful young lady and should have been a wonderful love partner but she was naive and rather inhibited. Jack had dated her for months before she let him fuck her and even after the first time it was always a struggle to get her into bed in those days, before they started living together. It seemed as if he had to seduce her all over again each time he wanted a good fuck. That was why he decided they had better start living together. They'd talked about it for quite a while and he'd professed undying love and told her he needed her.

Being needled was very important to Sarah, who was a do-gooder by nature. What someone else needed was more important to her than what she needed, herself – a concept that was totally alien to Jack.

At the moment, Jack needed some pussy.

He usually awoke with a hard-on and this morning was no exception. His big prick was lifting the bedclothes up like a tent pole over an erotic circus – the big top, he thought as his bloated cockhead flared.

But where in hell was she?

Then he heard the shower running and he relaxed. He didn't know why she was up so early, but the shower was a good sign. She had a lot of delicacies about sex and often left him smoldering with frustration while she insisted on taking a shower and brushing her teeth before she would ball him.

Jack had nothing against cleanliness and was pretty clean, himself, but he reckoned there were times when it was more important to clean out his balls than wash his body.

He waited, listening to the spray of the shower and pumping his dick slowly up and down – not jerking off, but just keeping it in fighting trim, his hand a promissory note to the effect that cunt would soon be collectable.

The shower stopped running.

He heard her brushing her teeth and gargling with mouthwash and he got more and more excited. But the mouthwash was only so that her breath would be pleasant when they kissed, he knew.

She wouldn't go down on him.

Sarah was a one-dimensional lover. Now that they were living together she let him fuck her whenever he wanted, but she never initiated sex and she would not vary it in any way. She liked the missionary position – more precisely, that was the only position in which she would fuck. She thought it was naughty to do it doggy fashion, for instance, although she couldn't say why. Well, it was better than nothing – pretty damn good, in fact – for her cunt was trim and tight and relatively unused.

He had hoped that, in time, she would lose her inhibitions. In the meanwhile, he would take what he could get.

Sarah conic back into the bedroom, her naked body damp from the shower. Although inhibited about sex, she was not modest about parading around in the raw, for she had a lovely body and took a healthy pride in it.

She was a tawny blonde with a lot of hair that fell in coils and ringlets to her shoulders. She had wide blue eyes that looked very innocent and a wide, full mouth that looked very sensual and inviting.

Her body was superb.

Her tits were large and round as balloons with big stiff nipples pushing out from pink areolas as big as half dollars. Her ass was round, too, as if architecturally balancing her tits, counter weighting her curvaceous body. She had a tiny waist, flaring hips and beautifully molded legs, lush thighs, tapered calves, small ankles.

Looking at her, Jack felt his cock begin to thunder.

But if Sarah noticed the way the bedclothes were tented, she gave no sign. She opened the dresser drawer and started getting her underwear out.

"You're up early," he said.

"Uh-um. Didn't I tell you?" She turned, pivoting from the waist, so that he saw her tits from a three-quarter view and her ass straight on – sexy as could be.

"What's that?"

"I'm collecting for charity this morning." Jack rolled his eyes.

"You're a terrible do-gooder," be said. "I suppose so."

"Well, come over here and do me some good!" Her blue eyes shifted and she looked at the big lump under the covers. Jack noticed the way her eyes sort of turned smoky. It was an expression that he often noticed in her face when she looked at his cock or when sex had been suggested. But he couldn't really identify it. It looked like the way a girl might gaze at a prick when she wants to suck it, he thought. And yet, she refused to take it in her mouth. He wondered if her inhibitions were hiding a more erotic attitude than she would admit.

"I haven't much time," she said, those big blue eyes flickering and then narrowing.

"It'll be an act of charity," he said cleverly.

"Uh-hum. I've got a big donation for you to collect."

She giggled. She dropped her bra and panties and came over to the bed.

She slipped in beside him and he pushed the covers down. They kissed. Her breath was a Godawful combination of mouthwash and toothpaste, but her lips molded nicely to his. When he thrust his tongue out, she let it slip into her mouth and began to twine her own tongue against it and around it.

They were lying on their flanks, belly to belly. His big dick was cleaving an indentation up her stomach. He shifted a thigh between hers and she clamped down on it, working her juicy crotch around on his leg.

Her tits were pressed against his chest, the soft mounds flattening and the rigid nipples branding him with widespread points, inscribing his flesh.

He began to stroke her sides and hips, then cupped her taut ass and pulled her loins tight to his, his long, fat pecker prying like a heated crowbar between their bellies.

His tongue retreated, dragging hers with it, back into his mouth. He sucked on her sweet tongue. They were both panting now, right into each other's mouths. Fiery waves of desire rippled through both of them, as if they were sharing the same electric impulse – passing it back and forth from belly to belly by the conductor of his cock, transformed in their loins, the voltage stepped up each time the current flowed back and forth.

He took her hand and pressed it to his cock.

She never reached for his cock on her own. She didn't object to playing with it, but he always had to place her hand there first, as if she were too modest to take even that small initiative. Now she wrapped her delicate fist around the thick cock, willingly enough, and began to caress the shaft, working his peckerhead into her belly as she did so.

Lowering his face, he licked at her nipple, then took it into his mouth and sucked on it. The pink nugget seemed to explode in his mouth. He wondered again how a girl whose body was so responsive to love could be so inhibited, but it was only a passing thought – he had better things to think of now.

His tongue ran up her deep cleavage and circled around the globes, climbing back to the nipple like a car going up a winding mountain road.

He turned her onto her back. Her lush thighs parted and he cupped his over her cuntmound, his fingers slipping into her pussy.