Toni Scott - Searching For Satisfaction

His fingers began to work on her ankle, massaging it, as his chest rose and fell violently. His face was flushed and Karen knew what was causing it. She knew he had been worked up almost to the point of no return a few minutes before. Well, she would show him.

As George felt her smooth skin under his fingers, as he caressed her ankles, moving on upward, rubbing slightly higher, Karen knew he was feeling pleasure from what he was doing, as she was feeling it in her cunt. She wiggled and squirmed ever so slightly, as the walls of her pussy dampened with the growing heat and ardor of her lust.

Karen started moaning softly with what she tried to make sound like genuine cries of pain as George continued his massaging of her ankles.

"A little higher I think," she said, hoping he would keep it up.

George was barely able to control his growing excitement as his hands moved higher, up along Karen's calf, fondling and kneading her flesh as she tried wiggling toward him.

Karen liked what he was doing to her, and she hoped her plan would work. If she could get him worked up again, or get him to try working her up again, then… well, this time, she decided, she would be expecting him not to back out. She would see to it that he didn't.

She glanced down at his crotch as he knelt before her, resting his weight on the backs of his heels. And sure enough she was pleased to see that the rounded bulge of his cock had definitely gotten larger.

The swell seemed disproportionate, too pronounced to be taken lightly.

She knew he was still aroused from what had taken place in the tack room and now she was adding to it.

His cock tented up the front of his jeans as Karen detected a slight movement behind the fly. It was getting to him! She felt a sense of accomplishment seep through her body. Now she had to keep it up. The warmth of his hands on her legs increased, and she pushed her backside up off the floor, unable to stop herself, not wanting to mask her growing pleasure and pure delight.

Just the way his hands moved, how they were now openly caressing her calf, excited her incredibly. She kept staring at the outline of his cock and then fell back against the softness of the hay, closing her eyes, waiting for him to take her, to ravish her, just the way she had imagined he would.

"Karen," he started to ask something, looking at her as she reclined on the floor of the barn.

But she didn't answer him. She didn't want anything to interrupt her feelings. She waited, holding her breath, until finally it happened.

From her calf he moved his fingers lightly up her leg, past the bony crown of one shapely knee. And then he was gently brushing his hands against her thighs, and she whimpered softly, egging him on, almost begging to be taken and used in any manner he saw fit.

George acted as if he could not control himself any longer in what he was doing to her, and to himself.

"You really look appealing," he told her. "Your firm pear-shaped breasts poking forward, your nipples distended and pressing tautly against the front of your shirt. I'm telling you, Karen, a man would be a fool not to be excited by you." And when he glanced up, he could see the barest hint of her pubic mound, lying there, just waiting for him to use in any manner he desired. His fingers stole on up her firm thighs, and she kept murmuring softly, refusing to open her eyes.

She felt his hands openly caressing her, no longer acting diffident, grazing the insides of her thighs and gently raising up the long shirt until she felt it being pulled around her waist. And then George moaned hotly and gasped, causing her to open her eyes.

Karen saw him openly ogling her naked pussy, the tip of his tongue slipping out of his parted lips, moistening his mouth as his fingers trembled and then, he mumbled something under his breath and, pressed his hand flat against her naked quivering hot and hungry cunt.

"George!" she squealed aloud, "It feels so nice. Oh yes, do it, do it some more," she pleased. "I like your hands on me. It makes me feel so needed."

"Like this?"

"Yes," she repeated, realizing that it was much nicer than what he had been doing in the tack room. She liked this slow tease, the way he was building her up slowly, like a young boy on his first date. He would continue on this time, she just knew it, she wouldn't have to goad him on either. She just felt this way for some unexplained reason, yes, she knew he would fuck her soon.

Just the way his palm pushed down against her hairy gash made her cunt juice gush down, moistening her tract. Her hips were pulsating and she arched her back, pushing her box flat against his hand until there was no hiding her lust… her lewd, hungry lust.

George couldn't stop himself anyway, now that he was touching her twat again, staring at her quivering box with a gleam in his eyes. He rubbed his palm over the swollen mound, feeling the way her cunt hairs stuck to his palm, already glistening wet with her sap. Karen opened her legs even wider, goading him on as the thin outer lapels of flesh parted slightly, revealing the hidden mysteries of her tight young vagina.

They would not be mysteries for long, she was sure.

"Oh, George, keep teasing it. Please!"

The plaintive tone of her voice affected him and he reached down with both hands, gently spreading apart the narrow outer lips to reveal her clitoris poking forward from the top of her vulva. The little peashaped morsel of flesh wiggled its enticements, and George's cock began to swell heatedly inside his jeans, which Karen was well aware of.

Throwing all caution to the winds, he suddenly groaned loudly and flung himself down between her legs, smashing his mouth against her quivering and juicy box. Karen arched her pubis, pushed it outward toward him and clasped at the floor, almost screaming out with delicious joy.

She felt his tongue swooping out, driving right inside and curling around her clitoris. It was long and wet and raspy, and she began to moan with growing pleasure as he licked and tongued her moist and slippery vagina. A few months earlier she would have thought of this as a dirty, unspeakable sexual act. She would have been completely nauseated just by the thought of it. Now, here she was enjoying it and begging for more.

"Yes, more, do it more," she kept repeating, looking down between her legs as George panted and tongued her with short, lapping strokes, muzzling her box with his face. She felt his spittle come drooling out of his mouth, mingling with her own hot juices.

The heat of her passionate lust was building up, far quicker than when she had built up before, even when she had masturbated. It was growing uncontrollably, and she kept pushing toward him as he scaled the walls of her snatch and sponged them down, his tongue pistoning in and out like a small but masterful penis.

"Oh great God!" she squealed.

Karen had never imagined how nice it could feel. She had never thought a man's tongue could work so frantically or feel so wonderful. Just the way George's head bobbed up and down, the way he moaned and shook against her, excited her beyond belief. She reached out then and touched his greying, sweat-wet hair, pushing his face deeper and harder against her trembling heated muff.

"George! George!" she groaned.

He was gobbling her up, literally and figuratively, chewing delicately on the tiny pulpy bud of her clitoris until she couldn't see straight.

And as he probed deeper, keeping her cunt lips wide open with his feverish hands, she knew that she couldn't stop herself or stop him either. He must not stop! Not like he did before. She knew she would just die if he did.

As he probed deeper, keeping up in a fit of frenzy, Karen made some plans. She thought she knew a way to keep him going until he did fuck her.