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XE-780 Searching For Satisfaction by Toni Scott Chapter 1 The sun broke through the blinds in her
room, and she stirred, trying to hide her face from the light. She was not ready to get out of bed yet.
Feeling lazy, she might stay in bed until her husband returned from his new job. Besides, she didn't think
she could face up to spending the day alone with her new father-in-law. He was still a stranger to her!
Karen Lind . . . she had been Karen Thompson until last week. The courtship had been fast. She was
working as a librarian in Oceanside, a military base on the California Pacific Coast just north of San
Diego, when she met Jerry. Tall, handsome in his uniform, waiting there for his discharge, so he could
return to his home and run his father's hardware business.
At twenty-five she had committed her life to that of a spinster. Men were all so strange to her. When her
mother had finally died after being bedridden for ten years Karen felt a sense of relief. She realized then
that instead of spending her young years learning about boys she had run straight home from school to
take care of her mother. And her mother had been no help in teaching her about sex. Since Karen's
father had fled the coop years before, her mother hated all men. They were beasts, brutal, always
craving sex . . . Karen was frightened to death of men . . . until Jerry came along. He teased her into
going out on their first date, even letting her pay her share of the movie and the late supper afterward.
Since he had been a perfect gentleman on that date, Karen consented to see him again. It was the fourth
date in as many days before he even kissed her goodnight. Although the kiss was tight and brief, Karen
decided he would probably be the only chance she would ever have at a man. They were strolling along
the Oceanside beach when he proposed. "Karen, I like you very much. You are nice, easy to get along
with, and attractive. My life is cut out for me. My father wants to retire, even though he's only fifty. He
wants to get some traveling in, and he wants me to take over his business." He kept talking, and Karen
wondered if he was ever going to get around to his proposal. Later on, he finally did, "I'm going to be
working about seven days a week, and I need somebody to take care of the house and to raise my
children." For a minute Karen was tempted to ask, "What children?" but she knew he was talking about
the children they would have together. "I want to marry you, Karen. I can't offer you much excitement,
but I will be a good provider."
And that was it . . . no on-the-knees proposal, no champagne, no bells. They were married two days
later in the small chapel on the base. The following day, Jerry received his discharge and with Karen
caught a bus to Sun Valley, a community within the Los Angeles County. Their honeymoon was as brief
as the courtship. One miserable night in a cheap motel. Since neither of them had had very much
experience in sex, their lovemaking left much to be desired and was totally unfulfilling. Jerry had
grabbed for her as soon as they were in bed. He fondled with his hard penis, but by the time he pulled
her gown up, he had ejaculated all over her beautiful new silk panties. She had bought black ones
especially for this occasion. Now they were ruined. Jerry was so embarrassed that he jumped out of bed
and spent most of the night in the bedroom. They hadn't tried since.
Karen wondered when the moment would come. It wasn't that she was completely cold . . . heavens no!
She just needed to be treated with tenderness.
She crawled out of bed in this strange house and went into the bathroom. The shower would put her in
better spirits, then she would go downstairs and get acquainted with her new father-in-law. She stripped
to her bare skin.
Naked, she walked back into the bedroom to get her overnight case with her cosmetics. The bed still
looked cozy, and she had nothing better to do other than to face the old man.
Back in bed she stretched lazily. It felt strange to be completely nude under the sheets. Somehow it
made the bed feel so deliciously comfortable to her. She lay there for a while half dozing and thinking of
sex. She wanted it, but she didn't really know what to do, or how to react. The more she thought, the
more she felt incredibly rosy all over. Even her full breasts felt busty and meaty. As the sheet slipped
across her taut nipples, she realized that she was fantastically horny. She wanted sex, but her husband
was not available. Karen drew her hands across her body. She squeezed wickedly at the nipple on her
left boob, and saw the fleshy nipple rise up erect at the end. She licked her lips, and prepared to
experiment some more. She drew her body out long, and felt the sheet slide across her belly, and
across her luscious mounds of breast. Then she drew the sheet between her legs. She gasped at the feet
of the lustrous fabric as it slid between her thighs, and into her unused pussy. She spread her legs, and
drew the sheet again through the dense folds of her cunt. The sensation was overwhelming to her. The
sheet was slick and cool and it slid across the moist soft lips of her pussy like a breeze. Karen put her
legs up into the air, and she lightly drew the sheet back and forth through her crotch, gently playing with
herself. She increased the pace, and stroked her pussy with harder strokes of the sheet. She began to
breathe more heavily, and she felt her snatch warming inside as it grew damp. Soon she found that her
cunt was virtually steaming with the response to her little game. She moaned lightly and began to hump
her hips on the bed.
She was wild to fuck! But there was nobody to fuck! The material of the sheet between her legs clung
and slid alternatively, setting up a burning friction over the gates of her steaming cunt. She spread her
thighs wider and bent her knees more to dip down and open the silky petals to the tough of the sheet. It
slid inside them and teased at the sensitive tissues rimming the mouth of her vagina. She moaned lightly as
she felt the ball of sensitive nerve endings at the top of her clit awaken and sprout like a small cock. The
little bud surged forward into the cupping grooves of the sheet. A change overtook her doll-like features
as her passion mounted. She quickly sprang from the bed and searched through her suitcase for the
black nylon panties that still had the stain of her husband's premature ejaculation blotched on them. She
slipped her long slender legs into them and pulled them up over her thighs. Now glancing into the mirror
on the huge dressing table, she studied her sensuous body. Pulling at the black brief panties, she was
able to slide the thin soft material into the valley left by the sheets. She watched her own soft red lips go
slack and her eyes hood over. The halo of golden hair swam luxuriantly around her shoulders and face.
Her full breasts pumped up and down, the nipples tingling from the excitement she was bringing on
herself.
As if by itself, her thumb began creeping down inside her nylon panties. The material was tightly bunched
in her fists, one in front, the other in back, and her knuckles rubbed with light touches over her burning
skin. She felt the thumb in front begin weaving back and forth across the tremulous mound of her
abdomen, reaching farther and farther downward with each swing as if seeking contact with her golden
triangle and the pulsing delights under it. Then she allowed the hand behind her to nose its way between
the cheeks of her saucy ass. A heightened throb rippled through her as she thought of its destination.
Her hips rolled back and around and pumped forward, and the material of the panties sang over her clit
like a slippery bow over a violin string.
She sucked in her breath and felt sharp jolts shoot through her, and her resolve started crumbling to
pieces. She wondered what difference one small bit of self-indulgence would matter now - what harm
there would be in slipping her thumb inside her cunt and letting the release she'd been holding back so
long flow through her. Karen's face twisted in agony, and she damned herself for having started playing
around.
She sucked her belly in, and watched as it rolled, with the hole of her navel bobbing in the soft surface of
her skin. For a moment Karen studied her body. Her tits were full and beautifully shaped. The way they
hung on her chest . . . her full pink nipples standing out pertly. Her ass was generous without being fat or
shapeless, and she had a soft round belly that protruded slightly without sagging. Karen watched her
breasts swell as she studied her body. Her nipples surged forward readily, then she cupped her tits in her
palms and groaned with lust, making them swell outward toward the mirror. As soon as the sound
escaped her lips, she blushed. God! Maybe she should take a shower, but the thought of a man pulled
her mind back to what she was doing. Her hips began revolving, and her legs parted. Her golden bush
seemed to be begging for escape. Straightening, Karen pulled the black nylon panties from around her
throbbing body. Slowly, as if in a daze, she slid them lower and lower until her pulsating pussy was in
plain view in the mirror. She dropped her panties, and stepped out of them. Now nude she spread her
legs wantonly and bent a fraction. Her golden bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops
of moisture formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls, loading her mat like a paint brush dipped in
molten gold.
Karen didn't feel as if she would or could even be able to separate reality from fantasy. It was
unbelievable. Never had she felt this way before, but then never had she been in bed with a man before,
especially one who had left her completely satisfied. She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her pink
cuntlips puff up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. She could feel the
nipples of need undulating along its length, making it stretch and grow soft and slippery and warm inside,
readying itself for something. Karen was unaware of what, but she felt as if she had to have something
inserted in it.
Her voluptuous asscheeks trembled fleshily as her bottom rocked and screwed back and forth, and she
could see the flush of health and desire that crept all over her skin. She bent over slightly as if to examine
her breasts more closely, but instead her hand sneaked to her lower belly.
She squatted slightly, bending her knees so that her inner thighs turned outward receptively for her hand.
She then brought her hand up the hollow to her groin and brought more shivers to her skin where it
touched. The hand passed up the tender trembling flesh of her lower abdomen, tangling through the
damp pubes and leaving a streak of slippery moisture that glistened under the light of the sun streaming
through the thin drapes.
Tingles ran all through her chest and made her nipples swell to the bursting point with the wild passion
building inside her. Her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her puffy labia were spread wide,
like slitted petals of a bruised flower. She watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as
her hand continued downward. It reached her belly again and moved toward her crotch as though it had
a mind of its own. Karen's finger parted the pubes on its silky path. She let the manual digit move along
the downward-pointing root of her clit and then out to the throbbing tip. Jolts of electric shock fired
through her pelvis and her buttocks trembled. Her throat opened wide to let out a groan of passion, and
her pelvis bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately needed.
Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widening the gap at her crotch, and saw the round orifice, dark and
silky as a mineshaft of gold ore. The tip of her finger slid along the slippery folds of the inner lips and
paused at the entrance.
She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if working up the courage to go ahead and let the finger fill her
body with its fire. She watched it all in the mirror. The long finger slid tightly past the opening of her cunt
and caused moisture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punctured the swollen
flesh of a ripe fruit and caused it to squirt obscenely.
Then the sucking motion began, and she could feel her finger jerking and pushing at her pussy opening
which was eagerly swallowing the small offering it had received and begging for more.
Karen pushed her finger farther and as it wormed its way into her vagina, her clitoral knob pulsed
outward, seeking contact with something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs as her
body accommodated the slender finger. She groaned and rocked back and forth, fearing she would
have to prop her buttocks on something to keep from falling over.
Karen's finger slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of
delight. She could see her abdomen bloating as she swallowed the length of her finger, but her pussy
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
come.
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 before it was time for her to, and then she was also
afraid she would come. She 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. Certainly she had never played with herself before. She
moved over toward the bed, trying to keep her finger buried in her pussy as she did so. She lay flat and
drew her knees up, spreading her legs widely. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the
stretched mouth of her cunt. She could see it clearly in the mirror and the sight thrilled her.
Her breathing was fast now and when she rapidly dug her finger in and out of its wet passageway she
moaned loudly.
"Oh . . . my God!" she moaned again in a soft whisper over and over again. "So good. So . . . good!
Suddenly her ass lifted and made her cunt quake wantonly below her finger. She clutched at the bed
with her other hand and screamed hoarsely as shock after shock tossed her being from peak to higher
peak and plunged her into the deepest valleys, only to lift her up again to further soaring heights.
But as one shock after another shot through her, she knew she was smiling with pure happiness, utter
joy, and that her throaty screams had become a song, telling the world that she was alive and happy.
Everything started graying out, and she knew she'd about reached her limit for now. But she wasn't
ready to stop. She couldn't control her spasming flesh. She knew her cunt was flowing freely with pure,
clear juices. Even though her flesh and muscles were aching from the position she was in her finger
continued its in-and-out motion. It was digging into her tender pussy canal, as it snaked in and out, but
she barely noticed the pain. For just as it got more intense she hit her peak again quickly, wildly,
wonderfully, as she was swept by another and far greater orgasm. This one left her so physically weak
she started graying out again. Then the grayness lifted and 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 going
gently around in swooning circles as she came down and down, like a circling bird seeking a perch on
which to alight.
Time had no meaning. There was no time. There was only total satisfaction and the glorious pleasure of
uninhibited release. She knew it was good, but her mind couldn't form words to express what she could
only feel.
How long she lay she didn't know. It was as if she had been asleep for a long time and had awakened
completely fresh and free! Oh God, free! Then reality hit!
What have I done? I was like a bitch in heat. Oh, I was so wicked. Mother would have turned over in
her grave if she had witnessed my debasement.
Shame crept up through her body causing her to pull the sheet back over her exposed body as if
suddenly the eyes of the world were looking at her nudeness and wantonness.
Before she could think another thought a light rap sounded at the door.
Chapter 2
Karen jerked violently, almost falling out of bed. Startled she answered timidly, "Yes. . . who . . ."
"It's me Dad." There was a pause. "If you want to get up now I've got some late breakfast for you."
Karen couldn't bring herself to call the stranger outside her door "Dad." She called out, "All right, Mr.
Lind." Then remembering that she hadn't showered. "I want to jump under the shower first. Be out in ten
minutes or so."
"Fine. We have a lot of getting acquainted to do." She heard faint steps as he retreated down the hall.
For a few minutes more she lay quietly, then sighing resignedly, she crawled out of the comfortable bed
and moved toward the shower, not daring to look at her nude body in the mirror across the room. Inside
the shower she turned it to high so that the stinging jets of water covered her quickly as if to wash away
the guilt. She soaped herself thoroughly, not pausing at her pussy too long for fear of what might happen.
When she felt clean she washed away the lather and just as suddenly turned the shower off and stepped
out. She rubbed her body briskly with the towel until she felt as if the blood were going to pour from her
skin. Finally she felt clean.
Since she had unpacked only halfway, there wasn't too much of a selection from which to chose a dress.
The only pair of panties available were the sheer red ones she had vainly purchased when she had gotten
the black ones. She slid her body into the tight brief panties and still felt nude, then not bothering with a
slip she merely pulled a light sun dress over her body. She fluffed at her hair until she felt halfway
presentable, then she noticed that the red panties showed plainly through the thin material of the white,
dress. Well, he would just have to get use to it, she decided, after all she was his daughter-in-law, and
certainly he wouldn't think any lewd thoughts at the way she dressed. Besides, she rationalized, all her
other clothing were waded and wrinkled from the trip. She'd have to do the laundry before she would
have a choice of what to wear. As she walked toward the kitchen she smelled the bacon frying and,
too, the beautiful aroma of coffee penetrated her nostrils. She was hungry all of a sudden.
Quickly she breezed into the kitchen and said cheerfully, "Good morning."
"Good morning yourself, but I'm afraid you're a little late. It's afternoon. Almost two."
"Oh, I'm sorry . . . I, uh," Karen stammered, puzzled. "Hey," his voice was cheerful and teasing, "I don't
mind a lazy daughter-in-law, especially one that's as cute as the one I have." He grinned and his wide
face was pleasant.
Karen eased herself into the chair he had pulled from the table. "Sit and have some coffee while I finish
the bacon. Then I'll throw on a couple of eggs.
"Oh, please . . . I should be doing this."
"Hey," he said again, using his favorite expression. "You're my guest today. Then we'll let you spoil me."
Karen studied him as she sipped at the hot coffee. He was much bigger than Jerry, wider in the
shoulders. His black hair held only a wee bit of grey and the grey was in the right places. Instead of
giving him an elderly look, it made him appear maturely handsome, she decided. There wasn't much of a
paunch around his middle either. Something just didn't fit. She had thought, since he was in the hardware
business, that he would be milky white and chubby from being indoors. He turned now and smiled at
her. "Do I look all right to you?"
She blushed.
"I don't bite and we are going to be friends." He put the bacon on her plate and then turned to the stove
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