Toni Scott: Searching For Satisfaction

After she showered, she stretched out on the bed. The events of the day returned vividly to her mind. She dwelled for a moment on the frenzy of passion which had been generated between her and her father-in-law, the pleasure they had taken and given in and with one another's bodies.

Dear God, but he was a fine, handsome, virile man! Karen had never known what lovemaking – real lovemaking – could be like, and her sexstarved body and mind had reveled in the deliciously fevered flesh of her father-in-law. He was truly a magnificent lover.

Did the coupling with George have any meaning in terms of a longlasting relationship? These questions kept popping up in her frenzied mind. Did George love her spiritually, in some way, or was he too much of a hedonistic widower to feel anything except a physical, superficial craving? How did George really feel about her? And conversely, how did she really feel about him? And what if Jerry, her young and handsome husband, should find out what his father and his wife had done behind his back. How would he feel about them joining in an abandonedly intimate relationship?

Karen's mind was filled with these questions, and more, but there were no immediate answers to any of them. She had found complete satisfaction with him, but her apparent reason was so that she could help her husband solve his own sexual problems. She was fucking and sucking, and she used these lewd words in her thoughts now as if they were something she had been familiar with for her entire life, yet it was only in the past few days that she had been able to force her mouth to form the words and speak them aloud in the presence of someone else.

Sighing, Karen slipped out of the cool bed and padded nakedly across the bedroom. Her taut, firmly rounded buttocks jiggled with unaffected sensuality as she moved, and her still-firm, high breasts swayed gently. From one of her new clothing boxes, she pulled out a thin, short black slip. She pulled the black nylons back on her legs, slipped into the garterbelt, snapped her stockings to the buttons and left her panties off. She didn't even bother with a bra. Slipping the short slip over her head, she wiggled into it then pulled an equally thin, black negligee over her provocative near-nudeness.

Out in the kitchen, she mixed herself and George a stiff drink and brought it to him. When she walked in front of him, he whistled through his teeth at her.

"Man! Karen. Here I am exhausted from being overfucked and here you are bright, chipper, full of life, as if you've been sleeping all day. How the hell do you do it?"

"Oh, George," she cooed, "you're only teasing me. You are always ready when I need you. Here drink this and it will put your blood to circulating."

"Just what I need." He took the glass and sipped from it.

Karen noticed that his limp cock was still dangling from his open trousers.

"You're lovely, Karen," he said after he had taken a long sip from his glass.

Her cheeks colored with a faint tinge of pink. She was not used to compliments.

"No, no," she said. "No, I'm not. I'm… a wanton, George, and I hardly feel pretty at all."

His handsome face sobered. "Are you sorry about what we've been doing.

Are you sorry I taught you how to enjoy a good fuck?"

"I… I don't know."

"It has been wonderful between us, Karen. You can't deny that."

"No," she said, "no, I can't deny it."

"Are you ready to help Jerry yet?"

"I don't think so. I need a while yet. I think I'm still up tight about it. I don't mean about sex, but I can see myself working on him, getting, or trying to get him all charged up, then when I'm too hot not to go through with it, he'll bomb out and I'll be left with my finger."

"You can always slip out and sneak into my bedroom."

She didn't know whether George was teasing her or not. "Yes, but that's not solving my big problem. I've got to learn to have patience now."

"Yeah," George agreed, nodding. "A lot of it if you want to hang onto Jerry and help him."

"I do, George, but I've got another problem, too. I think I might be in love with you."

George took in an abrupt deep breath. "Well, uh… hey, that's very flattering and all… but, well shit, Karen, I think it's because I'm the only man who's ever fucked you or given you good release from your sexual hangups." He paused, took another sip of his drink then said, his eyes looking thoughtful, "What you need is to make it with another man. Yeah! That's it, then you can realize that it's not just me, that any man can turn you on and make you go wild with passion."

"But…"

"And I know just how to do this."

He got to his feet, and for the first time, he noticed that his limp cock was still hanging freely. "Better put this little bastard back in his cage before he confuses the issue again." He zipped his pants, while Karen giggled.

At the telephone, George dialed a number. When the party answered, George said into the phone, "Maude this is George Lind."

Pause.

"How's it going, still getting a lot on the side?"

Karen giggled again.

"Listen, Maude, do me a favor, will you. I want you to line up a couple of young studs, the kinds who don't talk about it, and then I want you to take Karen under your wing and show her that sex is great when only the physical pleasure is experienced. Follow me?"

Pause.

"Yeah, that's right. She's getting a hangup about me, and we need to solve this so she can start to work on her husband."

Pause.

"Great, Maude. I know you can do it… yes, yeah… okay, she'll be there."

He replaced the receiver and took Karen into his arms when he walked back to where she was standing. He kissed her deeply and passionately, and Karen returned his kiss, clinging to him, finding comfort in his strong masculine body. Then he stepped back, holding her at arm's length, while he searched her eyes with his own shining gaze.

"You're beautiful, Karen. Really beautiful. Now," he paused, still searching her eyes, "now, you're going to get another lesson in sex.

You and Maude Springer are going to spend an evening at her place. Now, I've fucked Maude many times and she never talks about it. Ever since my wife died, Maude and I have been getting together every so often for a little sex. Now she'd never admit it to you, though. Anyway, Maude is having a couple of young kids over and she wants you to join her. A few hijinks or something. Maude will lead the way and you just follow her advice."

"I… I," Karen couldn't pull her eyes away from George's intense stare. "I don't know whether or not I could…"

"Certainly, you can and you will. Hell, it'll make the world seem all rosy again and without problems. We can't have you falling in love with a man just because you've fucked him. Now can we?"

"No…" she said, "you mean you want me to go over there now.

Jerry's almost due home."

"You go to your room, fix yourself up in one of those neat short dresses we got, flimsy panties and whatnot… brush your beautiful hair back… and let nature take its course."

"What about Jerry?"

"Let me handle him. Hell, I need to have another father-to-son talk with the boy anyway, so we'll need to be alone. Now get along."

Karen turned and George playfully slapped her bouncy rear and she walked toward her room… and another lesson in sex.

When Karen arrived at Maude's, she found that both were dressed almost alike. Maude's short miniskirt with front-button blouse to make her tits readily available was like Karen's own outfit. They both wore long, sheer self-supporting stockings, the tops of which extended to their crotches, over which Karen wore very brief panties, and she imagined Maude was wearing the same. We both think alike, Karen thought, elated.