Toni Scott: Searching For Satisfaction

"Wonder why a man-style shirt makes a woman look so damned sexy?" he muttered. "Really does something to me."

Shaken and stinging from resentment to renewed eagerness for this man who excited her so, Karen sucked in a deep breath. "Not like what you're doing to me though," she exclaimed hoarsely, "Guess I've been taught all the wrong things," she admitted.

George smiled. "I'm glad you're beginning to realize it." The shirt fell open, and he pushed it off her shoulders. Now he slipped his hand behind her and fumbled with her bra catch.

"Oh no!" she whimpered. "I'm not ready. George! George! Please!"

The heavy elastic relaxed. George pulled her erect and worked her shirt off her arms, then the bra. He backed a step away, holding her against the stacked feed and studied her half-naked form from arm's length. She shivered and felt her nipples harden and grow taut with excitement.

"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she whispered again with a tremulous sigh.

"What a fine sight you are," George said. "Your tits are pretty, so full and so lovable, so inviting. My son is indeed psycho."

Karen said, her voice teasing, "Don't look at me so hungry like." She giggled. "It gives me shivers."

George moved close and pressed her backward over the bulging sacks. He fingered the velvety skin of her voluptuous breasts, stroking the swelling surfaces and drawing his fingertips over the puckered sides of her small nipples.

"Oooooohhhh, George!" she sighed.

"Doesn't it feel good? How can something that feels this good be wrong?

Relax, enjoy yourself. There's too much hurt in the world already. We should take advantage of all the pleasure we can find."

"You sound so hedonistic!"

"I am one… confirmed too."

George let his knees slide between her parted thighs and his hard muscular thigh ground onto her small cunt. Belatedly, she tried to clamp her knees together, the movement merely clamping her thighs on his. A powerful surge of excitement made her thighs press harder, and she clutched at his forearms with a fierce grip. Her hips undulated to rub her pussy on the harshness of his jeans-covered thigh. She could hardly control her excitement.

"Oh, George. Wow. Oh my! Oh it does feel so good. I can't… uh..

. oh, it just feels so good though."

He bent to touch her nipple with his lips, his hand stroking downward to her taut quivering belly. As he took the nipple between his lips and teased it with his tongue, Karen felt his hot breath. She ran her fingers into his graying hair. Thick and wavy, the hair felt alive to her. She groped at his scalp and puffed erratically, torn by savage waves of desire. She was only dimly aware of his hand as it caressed, withdrew, and caressed again. Her arched position thrust her cunt firmly onto the ridge of his thigh and forced her belly outward. She rode his leg with her own thighs clamped tightly, the movement of her hips producing continuous friction at her cunt and on the inner surfaces of her long legs.

She wallowed in a chaos of sensation. Her upper back scrubbed the coarse surface of the feed sack. One breast was buried in the deep shadow of George's head; the other gleamed softly in the light coming through the dirty window of the shed. Her belly was taut and rounded, its muscles twisting under her skin as her hips continued to jerk. Her panties, emphasizing the rounded mound of her pubis, wrinkled where her crotch surged on George's thigh. Her own thighs trembled, and her knees worked restlessly.

"Ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned distractedly.

George plunged his hand inside the waistband of her panties and his fingers drove through the sparseness of her pubic hair. As his fingertips pressed into the flesh of her pussy, fierce waves of pleasure washed over her. She squirmed with delight and let go of his arms to grope at his body. One hand encountered hard hot flesh. A mighty surge of excitement jolted her as she realized he had opened his jeans and let his cock hand free.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in shaky tones. Her fingers closed involuntarily on a swollen, pulsing shaft and the pad of her thumb rubbed the slick wetness at the tip of his cockhead. She pressed the pulpy knob tightly against her belly, shivering at the sensation of moisture and heat and the sudden scent of sex.

He was going all the way this time! She had made up her mind to this.

George straightened, releasing his grip on her tit and panting lightly, said, "Christ, you've got a gentle touch!" His own fingers drove between her thighs and crotch, burying themselves in the throbbing moistened folds of her tight cunt lips.

She rose on the tips of her toes and pressed her ass back to the sacks.

Fiery tendrils of delight stabbed inward from the depressed tissues and she groaned with desire as his fingertips slipped in the thickening wetness of her pussy. He began to rub the side of her clitoris.

"You'll like this very much," he soothed. "It's the best part of all."

"Eeeeeeee!" she slammed her ass against the sack and jerked her hips violently from side to side. Frantic with the sudden rush of sensation, she struggled to get her thighs together, only to realize his knee still wedged them apart, causing her to be wide open to him.

She gasped. "Oh, George! God! Please! Please!"

"Do you mean 'please' stop or 'please' go ahead?" he teased, knowing what was going on inside her head.

Instead of waiting for an answer, he continued making love to Karen.

With quick, sure movements, he pulled his hand free and seized the top of her panties. He rolled the elastic down over her ass to expose the light-brown sparse thatch of pubic hair. She caught her lip between her teeth and smothered a sob of excitement, her chin pressed to her upper chest. George's cock was hot and wet in her hand, and she squeezed fiercely in the turmoil of emotion that engulfed her.

She had really never felt a man's cock before. She had tried to take Jerry's in her hand to coax it back to hardness that would help satisfy her need, but he had pulled it away.

Now this. It was so big, so much more than Jerry's and bigger than any in the human anatomy books she had studied. Ever since her father-inlaw had started teaching her about sex she had wanted to see what it would look like, but she had been hesitant to ask him to let her feel it. Now that she was doing so it seemed so natural for her to be holding it tenderly, to feel it throbbing with life and excitement against the tight fist of her hand.

When George started to squat, he pulled the panties down her bare legs.

Karen let go of his cock reluctantly as he pulled downward. Her nails bit into his shoulders and she gazed down at herself in morbid fascination. For the first time, she was able to see George's hard cock. Shadowed, the fat cylinder gleamed when his movements brought it briefly into the sun's rays streaming through the window. His cockhead bulged darkly and his paler shaft showed dark swollen veins. She stepped out of the panties without protest with a tingling sense of finality. Surrendering the garment without protest was her ultimate commitment to the source she had chosen for release. He would fuck her this time!

George rose to his feet and ran his hands slowly down the smooth side of Karen's rib cage, and then on downward over her hips. She trembled, her gaze fixed on his eyes. As if in a trance, she knew what to do next. She began mechanically unbuttoning his shirt. When she had finished, she unfastened his belt buckle and the waist of his trousers, going to her knees to work the faded material off the thighs they hugged so tightly.

She felt a moan escape her lips as she worked.

George stood, trying to hold onto his balance as Karen's tender body worked on his clothing.

His cock stood erect before her face, pulsing and so swollen it seemed to Karen that it must be ready to burst. Beneath it his scrotum was a leathery, hair-covered, irregular globe, his balls drawn up into his crotch. While she struggled with the stubborn jeans, she rested her cheek against the moist shaft of his cock and let his wiry, pubic hair tickle her skin. George started to twist out of his shirt and his movement rubbed his cock in her face. She shuddered, self-conscious in her abject-appearing posture.