Toni Scott: Searching For Satisfaction

She knew, too, that any second she was going to climax, and she waited for what she hoped would be the first of many climaxes with an expression of incredible delight etched upon her lips. "Faster!" she heard herself ranting. "Drink it down, suck on it. Eat me out. George!

Oh, George! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it faster, George! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!"

George didn't have to be told what to do. He kept on doing what was coming naturally for him. He stared down at the dark-pink interior of Karen's pussy, whimpering softly to himself. And then his nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate fragrance of her girlish and musky trench. Her clit wobbled on its short stem, and he kept sucking it up into his warm mouth, much to both their delights.

"Good, good!" she mumbled.

"Hmmmm," he moaned.

She screamed out now, in utter, pure joy. "Ohmigod, George! Ohhhh!"

Then a second later, "Oh fuck me, fuck me!"

And when he heard her begging to be fucked, he slurped greedily, tonguing her cunt until she writhed and thrashed about on the floor.

Karen was about to climax!

"Feel it!" she screamed out as the orgasm consumed her and drove her mind violently wild. "Suck, suck, suck! Good! Oh so good! Harder now, George! Oh, harder. Oh yes! Migod! Oh my goooooooooooooooooooo…

I'm doing it, I'm coming!" she was screaming and jerking as spasm after spasm hit her, causing her body to jump and thrash about.

She rose up high, higher, then down, then back up again just as fast.

Her words and actions amazed her as much as they apparently amazed George. She kept mewling, bucking and pitching her body toward him, shoving her eager hairy crotch against his wildly sucking lips as the juice of her lust gushed down, hot and spicy, running down her legs, soaking George.

He sucked it up into his mouth, tasting her dew and licking his feverish lips. Karen was begging, and George kept eating out her pussy, long after the last waves of the pleasurable orgasm had coursed through her flailing body, sending shock after shock wave racing through her.

Karen now lay there, finally exhausted, but still not totally or completely satisfied.

She wanted something else. She sensed this, rather than thought about it. She wanted more. She wanted his cock in her, then her thoughts came through. Yes, she knew exactly what it was she wanted. She looked at George and saw his thick sensual lips glistening and smeared with her come juice. He was unconsciously rubbing one hand against his groin, playing with himself so that she saw the outline and how the bulge of his cock had swelled to what seemed to her to be monstrous. Earlier in the tack room, when she had held it, it had seemed so huge, but now..

. now it looked even more monstrous. It was indeed big! "Oh," Karen said aloud, half to herself though. "I didn't think you would fuck me."

He didn't answer her.

Karen remained silent and studied his cock again. It was so big, maybe she wouldn't be able to stretch her pussy around it. Maybe that was why he was holding back, but no! Regardless of size, she had to have some of it. She was confident that she could take it… well, she shrugged inwardly, most of it anyway. He was still hot with desire for her, she could tell this, by the way he openly fondled his still hidden meat, licking his lips as his eyes kept devouring her body. Karen slowly nodded her head, "Go ahead," she mumbled softly, ordering him.

"If you're man enough."

He glanced quickly at her face as she spoke the taunt.

Karen's hands moved self-consciously to the budding mounds of her ripe and jutting breasts, tweaking the nipples as she kept her man's shirt in place, listening to the way George was panting and seeing how his chest rose and fell as heatedly as her own.

The more she watched, the more she pulled at her breasts, the greater desire she had to try this gigantic hard piece of hot meat.

"I'm going to fuck you!" George said, his words hissing out from between his clenched and hungry lips, a look of lust on his face. "At first I wasn't. I was just going to build you up so you could feel how wonderful it is, but now… now. Damn it, I need to finish what I started."

Karen studied him a moment before saying, "I don't know." She wanted him, oh, she wanted him! But if she begged for it, he might not go through with it. Besides, her lust would be better fulfilled if he raped her, then she couldn't blame herself. Raped by her father-in-law.

Exciting, oh God yes, she decided. She wanted to be devoured as if by a hungry wild beast. He had to be forceful with her. She wanted to be brutally taken, without being hurt too severely, but hurt… oh, yes …

"I am going to fuck you," he said again, a strange look on his craggy features.

"Maybe," she whispered with a cruel smile, one hand moving down to play with her cunt, her fingers sliding through her crisp pubic hair. "Maybe I'll let you fuck me, and maybe I won't. I only want a real man, George. Are you a real man? I think you've been afraid to fuck me, afraid I'll find out you can't keep it up that long. You look really meek to me, George. Really meek." She waited for the effect her words would have.

George looked at her and there was a sudden trace of anger in his face, which pleased her. It was all going to work out, and knowing this Karen kept at it, teasing him by the way she slowly edged her middle finger right inside her pussy. She pushed it down, pulled it out and waved it before him before thrusting it into her own mouth to lick it dry, George just watched. He let his mock anger show in his face. He knew what Karen wanted, and what she was doing. It was working for him too, what he wanted her to do. She wanted him to be more forceful with her, and he would. If this would help her, then he wanted to help her. He watched her fingering herself and forced back a grin that tried to work its way to his face.

Now Karen moved both hands to her box, rubbing her long fingers along the insides of her creamy smooth thighs. George stayed where he was, kneeling in front of her and following her lewd and obscene gestures with a pair of open and unblinking eyes. His throat felt dry, and his sense of anger, of being teased and toyed with, manipulated perhaps, rose up like the taste of bitter bile inside him. He fought it down, knowing that it was wrong for him to think so. This girl needed teaching and he was her teacher, but now he was beginning to let his own manhood stand in the way of what he wanted. He mustn't get angry.

He would try to play along, to be more forceful, to make her feel that he forced himself oh her, and not the other way around. He would most certainly show her how rough he could be, he decided.

"Maybe," she said again, "maybe I'll let you fuck me and maybe I'll just play with myself. My finger will stay harder long after your cock grows softer."

The throbbing of George's cock grew more and more pronounced. Now his expression changed to rage and incredible anger. "I'll fuck you," he barked, pushing her hands away from her cunt as he reached down and quickly unzipped his fly. "I may be meek to you, but I'm also a man.

Man enough for you, my little bitch. My little heated-up slut. I'm going to fuck you good and hard. I'm going to shove it in so rough you'll be screaming out with pain. I'll show you how I treat a teasing bitch."

"Show me, George! Show me what you have to give me, maybe I'll let you fuck me and maybe I won't." She went on, longing for it, no longer self-conscious or afraid to tell George what she really wanted to do.

All she wanted was for him to fuck her and fuck her hard.

Having unzipped his pants, George unbuckled the belt and then pulled his shirt up around his stomach, not even bothering to take it off.

Karen studied his stomach muscles. She was still amazed that his stomach was so flat and hard. For a man his age he certainly kept himself in good condition.