Toni Scott: Searching For Satisfaction

Maude must have a decision, and the touch of her mouth against Karen's cunt set off rockets of passion in Karen, making her drive her own mouth on Maude even harder. Ramming in her tongue deep into Maude's snatch, Karen lowered her hips and felt the woman's chin grind against her clitoris. The explosion of pleasure almost lifted Karen to the peak of an orgasm. She dug her chin into Maude's clit, and she was rewarded with a flow of juice that almost drowned her, as Maude's hips jammed upward in a fast response.

Head to crotch, the two women tangled in the center of the floor. Hands gripping each other's buttocks and thighs, they drove each other half crazy with the fast working of their mouths.

Karen was nearly delirious with pleasure, boiling and seething, her body betraying her with its convulsions. She was coming and coming and coming, and she knew she was drowning Maude with the flood of juices pouring out of her cunt. But she couldn't pull away from Maude. Karen was driving her own mouth into Maude's gushing pussy, and Maude's slender body was convulsing under her as climax after climax ripped through her, knotting her muscles. Maude's slender thighs clamped around Karen's head like a vise, trapping her there until Karen was afraid she was going to suffocate.

All at once it was over. Maude's body went from spasmodic to totally limp. Karen's own intense orgasm was passing its peak, its plateau leaving her quivering with exhaustion. Karen was dimly aware of Maude fighting to free her face from her lax pussy and struggled with her last reserves of strength to help. Finally, she managed to lift her leg and tumble away. Sprawling on her back, Karen let blackness sweep over her as she fought for breath and sanity.

Later, Karen felt as if she was drifting in a soft, warm, gray cloud of semi-sleep, feeling wonderful, almost sated. Her body was totally relaxed, tired with delicious exhaustion. Vague, peaceful dreams floated through her mind. Yet, down deep there was still a need, as if what she and Maude had just done was only the foreplay.

Karen still needed a cock to completely satisfy her.

When Karen returned home, she hopped into bed, and lay completely naked under the sheets, pretending sleep, when her husband Jerry approached the bed and stood silently looking down at her. Soon he crawled into bed with her and moved in behind her, placing his arm over her hip lightly.

Now Jerry drew himself closer to her so that her firm full asscheeks were tight against his groin.

Karen could feel the beginning hardness that was taking place in his cock. At first it was just a limp hunk of meat against her ass, but as Jerry held her, the stirring in it would easily be felt through the thin material of his pajamas.

Now he let his arm that was on her hip move upward until his hand was flat against her stomach. Slowly he caressed the warm smoothness of it.

Karen tried to breathe regularly and deeply. As he moved his hand she found difficulty doing this. His hand began to creep again and caressed her up until it rested under the swell of her firm full tits.

Now Karen had to keep her body from shivering in anticipation. She felt the heat of his hand, and the heat of his cock which was now as hard as she had ever imagined it could be. It was going to be good, she knew.

George was right! He knew what he was talking about, and he must have given Jerry a lot of good advice that night.

Trying not to press against the hardness of his huge hot cock, she remained still. It was best to let him make all the moves, as George had suggested.

His hand was moving again. It left its warm resting place under the bottom of her breast. Moving slowly, the hand went down onto the flatness of her stomach again. Karen held her breath now, almost uncaring, hoping he would move his hand on down to the thirsting mound that ached so intensely. She imagined how his stiff cock would look standing straight out from the mass of pubic hair. How wonderful it would be, to feel it throbbing in her hand, to caress the rosy head of it with her tongue, to nibble on it, to… oh, she almost quivered, the thought of it was too much for her to stand.

Jerry's hand had now caressed her hip and was continuing a downward journey. It stopped at the point right above her knee and then began working its way slowly back up her body. Please hurry! she said to herself. Now she felt the stiffness of his cock again against her body.

He still had it inside his pajamas, but she knew it would be only a matter of seconds before he removed it from its tented covering.

The feel of his hard cock, now clear of its restraining wall, was against her bare bottom. Slowly he pressed it up between the firm yet full cheeks of her ass. The heat of it was more than Karen thought she could stand.

He eased it an inch farther between her buttocks and the hot fluid dripping from its tip lubricated a slick path for it until it reached the heat of Karen's own aching box. Now he began easing his hardness in and out, not into her cunt passageway, but between the lips of that aching spot. Karen continued fighting, trying not to show that she was awake or that she was even aware of what her husband was doing. As he moved in and out Karen felt her body finally give in and start a rhythm of its own, hunching back and forth as the searing hot hardness eased in and out of her cunt lips.

She moved her ass slightly bringing it to an angle where he could easily enter her cunt now. She waited knowing that any instant she would feel it sneaking into her hot pussy passage.

Then suddenly he pushed and Karen rolled with the force of the push, when she came to a rest on her stomach, Jerry was on top of her, his cock probing.

"What… what, what are you going to do?" she asked, not caring now that he knew she was awake.

"I'm going to fuck you, dear wife," he said simply.

Karen smiled in the darkness and said, "That's good." She eased her ass up so her waiting pussy tunnel was wide open to him. She waited eagerly to feel it sliding into her, then… a stab of pain hit her just as another thought hit. He wasn't going to fuck her in the pussy, he wanted to take her in her ass. Oh great Heavens! She almost screamed out, thrashing, twisting. She tried to move from under him but his grasp on her was firm.

He placed a wet, smacking hungry kiss on the back of her neck, then bit her fiercely. Karen cried out with pain and jerked upward with her ass.

She didn't realize until too late that this relaxed her tight ass and the big long cock of her husband was battering into it.

She screamed, but he paid no attention to her. Her fear and the sheer perversity of the situation prompted a strange renewed excitement to begin to churn in her loins and along the little membrane that separated the two genital orifices.

Letting her head sink forward, muffling her screams as the forbidden act was about to commence. A shudder racked her body as the head of his love stick penetrated her asshole. Sucking in her breath she was hardly able to bear the waiting. Then she was blinded by the sudden searing pain as he lunged forward, as the tightly clenched little ring clung together in futile objection to his obscene invasion. And then the little ring gave way, popping open as the huge blunt head of Jerry's cock lunged up into the right straight passages. Karen bit her lips in agony as the shattering penetration continued until his penis was buried at last to the hilt in her rectum. Thank goodness, she thought, it wasn't as thick and heavy as George's or she would have been split wide open. Jerry's cock was narrow and slim, but it made up for it in length. Christ! He had at least ten inches of his cock buried in her rear.

He began to move, sawing in and out of the tightly clenching anal lips and the caressing rectal walls, skewering lewdly into her, his devastating hardness pushing aside all resistance that remained in the resiliently rubbery flesh. At last Karen began to feel the hard rhythmic smacking of his loins against her upturned asscheeks.