David Crane
Door to door teaser

CHAPTER ONE

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.

She squirmed.

Her cunt was wet and open, the labia peeled back and the hole opened into a pink oval. He fingered her cunt gently, tracing the lips and caressing the taut love bud, drawing his fingertips slowly up the creamy gash. Her eyes closed and her lips turned up in a contented smile.

Her whole lush body began to vibrate.

Jack was in no hurry. He was an exponent of foreplay – and an expert, at that. He knew the fucking would be better after she was aroused. So he worked at it, loving the hot, moist feel of her cunt under his stroking hand.

He continued to suck her nipples, lying on his side and leaning over her as his hand delved into her crotch. He stroked her pussy rhythmically, then tilted his wrist and gently pushed his middle finger up her hole.

Sarah murmured and shifted…

He finger-fucked her steadily and slowly, push pulling his finger in and out of her tight fuck-box. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside her, and her twat began to ripple and pull on his fingers.

Her mind might have been inhibited, he thought, but there was nothing inhibited about her cunt.

It reacted with a passion of its own as he played with her. He supposed that if her pussy could think, that hot little box would be thinking exactly the same thing that he thought – wishing that Sarah was more adventurous in her lovemaking.

Her lips were trembling.

Looking up at her face as he tongued her nipples, he figured that like her twat, her mouth would have rather been part of a less inhibited girl. It was her mind that limited her. Her body was a steaming cauldron of passion – stiff-nippled, juicy-crotched, her mouth watering for the taste of prick – as if the mind of a chaste saint had been mistakenly placed in the body of a whore.

He grinned with his lips working on her tits as he speculated on what effect a lobotomy might have on her morals?

Then he stopped thinking about such things as she began to whimper, clinging to him with undisguised lust. Their fucking might be one dimensional, but it was damn good. His cock was hammering her hip.

He had three fingers up her gash now, pushing them in, pulling them back out as her hole sucked on his hand. Her legs had opened wide and she had started to rotate her lips from side to side and hump her pelvis up and down, moving as though he had already mounted her and was stuffing his massive cock up her cunt.

He drew his hand away and moved down slightly so that he could look at her cunt. It gaped open, the lips frothy with cuntjuice. A thin trickle of that juice had run down into the crack of her ass. Her pussy looked so inviting that Jack could feel his tongue tingle for a taste of it, but he knew she wouldn't let him eat her out.

She thought it was not a thing that nice girls did. She had admitted, once, that the idea was exciting and that she would probably like the feeling, but no sooner had he started to go down on her than she stiffened and closed her thighs and shook her head.

"No," she'd said. "That's disgusting." And she hadn't let him do it, even after admitting that she would have liked it. Jack, fairly drooling for a suck on that succulent twat, had figured that he was never going to understand the way her mind worked. But he knew how her body worked, all right, and now he was playing that hot body like a finely tuned instrument – some carnal harp from which he was strumming the magical chords of desire, while his pecker hummed like a tuning fork to the vibrations.

He moved on top of her, lying between her widespread legs but not moving up to fuck yet. His dick was throbbing down into the bed with such unbridled lust that it was levering his ass up and down. His balls were spread out painfully between his thighs. But still he lingered over the approaches to love, ignoring the demands of his own loins while he continued to arouse Sarah.

His hands ran up the insides of her thighs. His fingertips traced the creases at the vet. He licked her nipples as if they were cherries set atop a mound of vanilla ice cream.

She clasped his face between her hands, shuddering and shivering with readiness. Her belly gave a significant lurch, the smooth, rounded flesh rising and rubbing against him.

She never told him, in words, that she was ready to fuck, but her actions were always plain enough as, in its own way, her body rebelled against her reticence.

Now her pelvis was grinding against his belly in a simulation of fucking. Jack began to move up her body, licking up her cleavage and nibbling her neck as he rose. His prick rubbed up the inside of her knee and slid along her thigh. It had stopped thundering now, although it was still rock-hard and vibrant, and it seemed to be approaching her pussy like a stealthy serpent creeping up on a warm little rodent, the flat, snake-like head alert and ready to strike – to sink that fangless wedge of cockhead into her warm cunt and fill her with the non-lethal venom of love. His bloated balls dragged along the mattress. He moved into position and kissed her on the lips.

His cockhead was sliding up her cunt, not directed toward the hole but cutting up at right angles so that the knob came pushing out above her cuntal mound and the underside of the fat stalk was clamped along her gash. Her cuntlips slurped on his shaft, as if trying to drag him in sideways.

Jack took his weight on his hands, bracing them beside her shoulders, and lifted his torso up.

Sarah looked down between their bodies. She saw the head of his dick sprouting from her crotch, the big purple slab flaring out and the veins pulsing where they merged into the delta of his bi-valved peckerhead. Her lips trembled and parted. The pink tip of her tongue slipped across her lower lip. Her eyes blazed, changing from sky-blue to a hot, smoky violet, as if the sight of his cock had played the catalyst, the image rebounding into her blue orbs had stamped her with lust and rung the changes of desire. As he looked down and saw this transformation in her countenance, Jack was once again certain that his girl would have dearly loved to abandon herself to passion and lust. The way she looked at his cock left little doubt that she would have loved to have that cock in her mouth. She was even licking her lips, for Chrissake. He wished that somehow he could solve the puzzle of her inhibitions or read the runic designs of her denial of desire.

He flirted for a moment with the thought that he might solve this situation as Alexander dealt with the Gordian knot – that he might simply grab her by the head and slap his cock into her mouth by force. It was a tantalizing idea. But he didn't dare, for he didn't want to risk offending her or, worse, losing her. As he hovered there, angled up from her loins, he sighed.

Sarah looked away. She seemed to tear her eyes away from his cock with a great effort, like a bird that refuses to gaze into the eye of a serpent, knowing that it will be helpless.

She looked up at his face, her own face pleading.

"Do you want it?" he asked.

She wouldn't answer in words. She nodded ever so slightly and a faint flush crept up her throat and onto her cheeks.

"What do you want?"

She moaned.

"Tell me! Say it!"

She almost did – her lips worked, mouthing the words of her desire, but no sound came out. It was as if her vocal cords had allied themselves with her conscience against her body, as if the inhibited blockage in her mind were reinforced in her voicebox – but not in her trembling mouth.

Jack gave up.

His cock had started to buck and hammer again and he was afraid he might just shoot his load right onto her belly if he didn't slip it up her cunt now.

He slid back, drawing his dick down along her slit. He aimed the knob at her cunt.

Sarah arched her back, bringing her crotch up like a template into position to be stamped.

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.