Toni Scott - Searching For Satisfaction

George chuckled. "How the hell you gonna get those things off over my boots?"

She felt her face flush and gave silent thanks for the poor light.

George turned to rest his butt against the stacked feed. He bent and pulled his pants up, then helped her get the boots off. She managed his heavy socks herself, feeling a new warmth at the faint sweaty odor, and grinned at the way George wiggled his toes. With a sigh of satisfaction, she tugged his jeans down again and held them while he drew one foot free and then the other. She pressed her cheeks again to his cock, daring herself and reveling in the commission of the act, then she rose to her feet.

"There," she said triumphantly.

George pulled her to him. She lay against his body while the thrill of flesh on flesh seeped through her. His body hair was stiff and unyielding, unlike her own, and it jabbed at her from breasts to knees.

Karen squirmed, intent on fanning the flame of her excitement and suppressing the recurrent twinge of conscience that continued to goad her. George's hands wandered over her back and fondled her asscheeks.

The touch sent shivers of pleasure racing over her and aroused responsive writhings of her belly muscles, grinding on his slippery wet cock.

"Oh, George," she sighed, "it feels so good, so wonderful. You make it all, all right."

"It is all right, sweetheart. Now see how you're reacting? This is the way a woman is supposed to react to sex. I'm reacting as a man should.

We'll go along like this for a while yet, I want to really build you up so you can see how passionate you can really become."

She smiled softly, hope he doesn't build me up so far he causes me to have an orgasm before he pushes that big pole in me.

He pulled at her and swung her up into his arms. "Let's put you astride one of these saddles."

Before she could object, he deposited her astride one of the English saddles. She squealed at the chill of the leather on her bare buttock and clamped her knees on the shaped sides of the saddle.

"Oh for goodness sake, George!"

"Just you wait," he said. "You'll see what I have in mind and you won't regret this a bit, I guarantee you."

George dropped to his knees, reached under the saddle and grasped her far ankle. Leaning on her knee and holding the other leg, he thrust his free hand upward to touch her bare cunt through the gaping opening in the center of the seat. Karen gasped and grabbed at the saddle horn as her sudden twist threatened her balance.

"Omigod!" she exclaimed. "Don't. Doooooonnnnnn't!"

George ignored her protest. He fingered the wet flesh of her cunt while she shivered with thrills. Her thighs worked vigorously against the warming leather, and she jerked her shoulders from side to side with excitement. His fingers slipped back and forth in the sticky wetness of her slit and jabbed repeatedly at her cuntmouth while she fiercely clamped her knees on the saddle to hold on.

"No… fair…" she puffed helplessly. "I can't… do anything to defend… myself! Don't! It's not fair! Oh, George, it's not fair at all."

"But you like it and you don't want me to stop. Right?" he questioned, teasing.

"I, uh, I, uh…" she stammered.

He laughed contentedly. "I thought so. You don't want me to stop," he repeated. "Not really. Right?"

"Oh for Christ sake. Shit!" she finally spit out. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

George roared with laughter now. "That's not really the response I wanted, but I guess it will do." He continued chuckling at her demise.

Now he fingered her clitoris vigorously and Karen thrashed about on the saddle and jerked futilely against his grip on her ankles. She felt his fingers settle on her mound and the tip of his thumb at her cuntmouth.

His caresses stopped. There was only the unceasing pressure of his hand on her pussy. Giddy with pleasure, Karen ground her hips and rubbed her cunt on the gently pushing rough thumb.

"Oh, George, I've never really done it before. It feels so good, but I, uh, I'm so confused. So confused."

"Don't be confused, sweetheart. So you've never really been fucked before. Don't let this bother you. I'll show you how great it can be."

"Are you going to… uh, fuck me, George?"

"We'll see, darling."

He slipped her foot into the stirrup and released her ankle. Pleased with the sense of leverage, she awkwardly searched for the other stirrup, and he eased the pressure of his body against her knee while she worked her other foot into its stirrup. She let her weight settle more comfortably and was totally unprepared when George thrust his thumb into her moist, hot pussy canal.

"Ohhhhhh. Eeeeeee," she shrieked, more from the suddenness of it than anything else.

He drove his thumb inward to the knuckle and tightened his fingers on her mound. Karen jerked her hips vigorously, clinging to the horn and pushing at the stirrups with the balls of her feet.

"Good God!" she muttered sharply. "Oh, George, it feels so strange!"

"But good…" he added for her.

She clenched her teeth and abandoned herself to the savage pleasure she was feeling.

George groped with his free hand until he could grasp one of her swaying breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh and toyed with her nipple, then let go and placed his arm around her waist. She moaned softly, feeling her excitement rise toward the level of orgasm and postponing the certainty of substituting his cock for his thumb. She had never come with a man's cock buried within her, but she had dreamed of it. Oh God, how she had dreamed of it. She knew George's cock would increase and fulfill the pleasure she felt and yearned for so desperately.

George kissed her thigh and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of her hip, making her squirm with redoubled effort. She felt the knot of her excitement hardening in her belly and warned him.

"Ohhhhh! Wait! Please wait! I'm so close to an orgasm, and I want to feel you in me!

George stiffened slightly.

"Is something the matter?" Karen asked.

"Hey," he poked at her playfully with his closed hand. "I think we've carried this far enough for this time." He paused then said, "I wanted you to see how hot you could really get if we were away from the house and all."

She stared at him, disbelief showing in her face. "You were only playing a game, all the time… you never intended to go through with it… you… oh shit! George! Damn you, damn, damn you!" she spit out.

"You have a temper, too, I see," he said pleasantly.

Without another word Karen grabbed up her clothes and nude stomped out of the tack room toward the bigger barn. George dressed and followed her.

She was standing on top of a ladder looking into the loft when he came into the barn, she looked toward him and lost her balance. George rushed to the ladder to steady it. He noticed that she had put the shirt back on but she was wearing nothing under it.

Karen knew he was staring up at her bare bottom. She would show him what he was missing, then she lost her balance and as she started to fall, George grabbed at her and caught her before she was all the way down the ladder. Karen fell against him, twisting as she did so that her arms were around his shoulders.

He was holding her securely, one hand around her legs and one around her waist as he gently lowered her down to the ground. Karen panted loudly, as George deposited her lightly on the soft hay floor.

"Are you all right?" he asked, kneeling before her with a look of genuine concern showing in his eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked again.

She nodded.

He reached out and pressed his hands against her ankles, and Karen noticed that his fingers were trembling.

"That feels good," she whispered, leaning back even more, opening her legs slightly until George had no trouble making out the shape and configuration of what was barely hidden between her spread-eagled thighs. "Your hands are so firm, and, uh, feel so good."