Toni Scott: Searching For Satisfaction

His finger slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of delight. She could feel her belly quivering as she swallowed the length of his finger. How could a finger reach so far into her, she questioned, but her pussy only hungered for more.

She tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that finger all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and climax.

At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back any longer.

Her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come here with him probing into her, and she was afraid she wouldn't.

He said he wanted her to. She knew this, but still it was so much different with him sitting here, doing these things to her cunt.

Karen felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at this moment. Yet she knew that this was only the beginning. George said he would teach her many things.

Karen raised slightly. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She couldn't see it clearly but she could see George's finger as it worked in and out of the moist channel.

She wanted the stabbing finger to continue forever. Her heart pounded wildly and she knew she was experiencing the greatest thrill she would ever know. "Oh my God!" Karen moaned in a whisper as George continued to pump his narrow finger into her. "Ooooohhhhhh!"

Karen knew only the wonderful floating feeling. Her breathing was faster, and when she realized this she also noted George's breath was rapid as if he too was building himself up to a peak on the same level she was now. His finger seemed to grow longer and bigger by the moment, and it was thrusting into her so fast and so far she almost imagined it hitting a dead end inside her. This didn't frighten her – it merely served to make her more passionate. She was already so hot she could hardly breathe. Each time his finger stabbed into her, it caused her to have sudden moments of sweet weakness, losing all track of time.

"Oh… my God!" she moaned in a soft whisper over and over again.

"So good. So… good!"

Karen spread her legs even wider, and George instantly recognized this as an opportunity to help her more. He drove his finger deeper, causing her to cry out half in pain and half in ecstasy. His finger felt as if it must be at least ten inches long, with the middle part more than two inches in diameter, but it really wasn't, Karen knew. The ruthless, quick, darting, savagely stabbing way he used it only made it seem so.

But she let her fantasy build it up to large proportions. It felt better this way.

Now every nerve in Karen's body seemed to tingle and burn as George quickened and intensified his thrusts, spearing in and out of the obscenely skewered orifice with all the force he could muster, as the juices poured freely over the sensitive membranes. Karen felt the warm vaginal moisture seeping down her wide open cunt onto her straining buttocks, felt reality slipping from her grasp, her consciousness heightening as if in surreal vision as the first vague warnings of the oncoming storm or her big orgasm appeared. She moaned ecstatically, beyond all thought and reason now, conscious of nothing but the primeval, dreamlike lust that permeated every wicked cell of her thrashing body. And in her consuming gratitude, she turned her face upward, craning her neck toward George.

He bent quickly and kissed her briefly.

Karen was too obsessed with her own building climax to notice that it was just a fatherly kiss.

Now Karen stiffened and started groaning, spasming uncontrollably, then she screamed out through clenched teeth, "Oh! Oh! It's happening. Oh my God, it's happening!"

She shouted out at the room now in utter confusion at her consuming madness, feeling her orgasm begin even as she said the words aloud. It came sweeping like fire up from her ankles and down from the pineal gland in the back of her head. It was lightning striking the two buds of nipple that peaked her breasts, and her body was the ground, absorbing all the devastating and destructive current of an angry universe. It raged through her loins and rectum, finding momentarily brilliant focus in the lewd fingerfucking that continued to her cervix, to the most basic limits of human decency. It was a devastating, resounding thing, a blast of deafening music that went on and on in her ears and only faded gradually with the exhausted collapse of her buttocks crushing back down into the now obscenely soiled sheet on which she'd lain.

The grayness she first experienced was replaced by a warm golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper, her head spinning and some where in the background, sounding so hollow and so far away, a voice kept saying over and over,

"You're beautiful, Karen, you're so beautiful."

The chant of the voice, her spinning head, and her utter fantastic emotion journey left Karen completely exhausted and she fell asleep at once.

When she awakened hours later, she was lying completely nude under the thin sheet. Suddenly she stiffened and remembered, "Oh my God, how will I ever face him again." Shame flooded through her full body, and she realized too that when her father-in-law had been massaging her on the bed, she still had her dress on. Her panties too, even though they were pulled down. Her father-in-law had undressed her while she slept. What in the world was he up to? She wondered about this. He hadn't tried to seduce her, to penetrate her or anything else. He'd only done what she really wanted him to do. Then she realized that she had led him on, she had wanted him. She would have let him mount her and to put his… his man-thing inside her. She realized this and blushed again. God, what had gotten into her.

What would Jerry think if he caught her? To tell the truth, she decided he probably wouldn't know what was going on anyway. He seemed to be so frightened of a nude woman or sex or anything. She wished she could understand him.

George seemed to think he did understand, and he had promised to help her, so she could in turn help Jerry.

She would just have to wait and see.

Right now she felt like she had to have a shower, to wash away the shame covering her body. Inside she scrubbed and scrubbed for the second time. It was almost dark out and she wondered when Jerry would come home. Then too she wondered how she would face her father-in-law.

After she had felt half clean at least, she toweled and dressed. This time she put on an almost masculine outfit. Pants, blouse, and a jacket. She was afraid of what her father-in-law might do, but as she opened the door to walk to the livingroom, she suddenly realized that she was mostly afraid of what she might do if she felt the need for sex again.

When she walked toward the livingroom she smelled food cooking in the kitchen.

Her father-in-law was preparing dinner. She decided she must help him.

"Hi," he said cheerfully when she walked in. "Get a good sleep?"

"I guess so," she answered, not able to look him in the eyes.

"Come here," he ordered, holding out his arms. "I do care for you."

Karen walked to him and buried herself in his arms. They did feel good to her, so comforting.

"Baby, baby," he cooed. "Don't you be tight. Don't feel embarrassed or anything like that. What we did was good and wonderful. We're only on the verge of what will be going on later. After a few more days of us getting acquainted we'll go on a shopping spree that will end all shopping sprees. I'm going to buy you some mighty interesting wedding presents."

"George, George?" her voice was questioning.

"Yes, my love, it will all be all right, just you wait and see. Now," he pulled away and held her at arm's length, "let's you and I finish up this big dinner for your starving husband. Then we'll have a stiff drink. Okay?"