Ted Leonard - Hot young wife

"I will!" Tim gasped, loving her cunt on his dick.

"You'd better," Harriet giggled. "My pussy likes your cock."

Harriet's pussy liked lots of cocks from that day on. Every day, as her husband puttered around the house, she secretly diddled her twat, keeping it hot and moist. Every night, when her husband went to work, she found herself a nice stiff dick somewhere, somehow.

A few days after her young brother-in-law left with a spent prick Harriet realized just how lucky she was to be a soft fuckable girl. She was eighteen and aching. She couldn't imagine why she never struggled with the men who had wanted to fuck her and eat her and make her neat tits feel good.

Sitting on the sofa she hiked her dress up in front and spread her lovely legs real wide. Resting her pretty head back comfortably, she drew her soft hand aver her juicy young twat and began massaging it. Within minutes she was panting hotly, humping her hips wildly, finger fucking her squishy wet cunt.

After a nice hot cum she sat moaning, petting her pleased pussy. She was thinking about cock. Reaching over to the table she picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" said a male voice.

Harriet sighed, petting her twat with her other hand. "Hi, Daddy."

"Harriet! Baby! Jesus, I thought you'd never call me! I thought you'd go through life never forgiving me for the things I did to you. I've been thinking about that a lot lately."

"Me, too," Harriet said.

"I wanted to tell you how sorry I am," her father muttered.

"Oh, Daddy, I want to tell you how glad I am that you fucked me so early in my life."

"What!" he gasped.

Harriet giggled and stuck her wet finger up her juicy cunt. "I guess you're surprised, but don't be. I'm a different girl now."

"Different? How different?"

"I love sex," Harriet sighed, fingerfucking her wet twat and wiggling her cute little ass. "I used to think it was horrible what you were doing to me. How silly I was! Oh, Daddy, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be so happy now!"

"Jesus Christ," he groaned. "Is this really my Harriet?"

She laughed sensuously and cooed, "Your horny Harriet. Ohh, Daddy, I could never tell you what you've done for me. Most of the women in this neighborhood are afraid of sex. I see housewives everywhere arguing and fighting with their husbands because they're really not getting enough cock. It's sad. I was talking to two girls at the store the other day."

Harriet smiled, working her slender finger in and out of her furry young twat. "Are you jerking your prick, Daddy?"

"Hell, yes!"

"Hmmm, good. I can just see it! Do you know what I'm doing? I'm sitting on the sofa with my dress way up and I'm fingerfucking my pussy. Keep whacking your cock, Daddy, and I'll cum like crazy on my hand."

"Harriet, my baby, my darling." Her father was groaning. His breath started sounding funny and Harriet started humping her twat faster on her frigging finger.

"Daddy, I'm cumming," she panted.

"I'm shooting cum all over the floor!" her daddy said.

"Ohhhhhh," Harriet moaned and fucked her cunt hotly up and down as her finger served as a dick in her fiery cunthole. Hot joyjuices came flooding from her belly into her twat, making it steamy and wet. Glistening juice covered her whole hand as she frigged herself to complete orgasm.

"Ohhhhhmmmmm, that was nice," she purred into the phone. "But I wish you were here to fuck me. Why don't you visit me, Daddy?"

"That costs a lot, Harriet."

"Ain't I worth it? Wouldn't you like to suck my nifty tits? They're really nice ones now. And wouldn't you like to lick my pretty little cunt? You always liked eating my pussy. I'll bet your cock would like to slide into my twat now. I'm a big girl now, Daddy, and my cunt can do things to your cock you never dreamed of. Please get the money and come see me. I'd sure like to see you. Mmmmm, we could fuck all night."

"I'll leave tomorrow," her father rasped and hung up abruptly.

Harriet giggled and replaced the phone. Smiling contentedly, she reined on the sofa and used both hands on her ass and cunt to bring herself off once again. Her slim fingers invaded her asshole and pussyhole. They slipped and slid in and out of the gashes as her body twisted and writhed hotly. Seconds later, she was grunting like a hurt animal, humping her ass and cunt hotly, drenching her hands in cuntjuices.

She was just working herself up to another wet cum when she heard sounds next door. Getting to her feet and wiping her wet hands on her dress, she went to the side window and peeked through the curtain. Her next-door neighbor, Mr. Wilton, was repairing a fence.

Harriet watched him for a few minutes, thinking lewd thoughts about him. He was a nice old guy with blue eyes and white hair that made him seem father-like to Harriet. She wondered what his dick looked like.

"Mr. Wilton?" she cooed, parting the curtains.

He looked up from his work. His eyes rested on the valley between her ripe young tits for a moment. "Yes, Harriet," he said.

"Could you come over for a minute?" she purred.

"Sure thing," he said, putting the hammer down.

Harriet met him at the kitchen door and let him in. He tried not to stare at the sharp thrust of her jutting young tits in her tight little dress. "What can I do for you?" he wanted to know.

Harriet smiled prettily. "You're so nice," she said. "Always willing to help us."

"Well, I like helping young folks get on their feet. You and your husband are well worth my time and effort."

"I knew you'd say something like that," she cooed. "And there is something YOU could help me with."

"What is it?"

Harriet lowered her eyelashes like a little girl and cooed, "Well, I don't exactly know how to say it."

"Oh, come now," he said, putting a fatherly hand on her shoulder. "We're friends, aren't we? I fixed your sink. I repaired the front steps. I even mowed your lawn a few times."

"Yes, I know," Harriet said softly, liking the weight of his hand. "But what I have in mind isn't like any, of those things." She sighed and added, "I'd feel awful if you got mad at me."

"Mad at you!" he blurted. He cupped her pretty face between his hands and said, "You can't make me mad at you, Harriet. How can you even think like that? Don't you know I'd do anything for you?"

Harriet licked her tongue across her lips. Her nipples were tingling in her dress. Her twat was quivering. "Will you fuck me?" she asked.

The man's hands froze on her face for a few seconds. Then they started trembling. He looked ill. "Are… are you serious?" he gasped.

"Yes! Please don't get mad at me. I really want you to. I was… I mean, you've thought of me in that way, haven't you?"

"Well, of course, but…"

"Would you like to fuck me?"

"Jesus," he groaned. "I can't believe we're having this conversation! A beautiful young girl like you wants an old duffer like me?"

"Oh, you're not old," Harriet cooed. She leaned toward him so her pointy tits touched his arms. "I've watched you working around your yard. You're a very energetic man. And you've got a nice chunky crotch."

"God damn," he grunted. "I've been reading about liberated women, but this takes the cake! But… if that's what you want, that's what you get."

Grinning handsomely at her, he slipped his hands down to her chest and parted her dress, baring her ripe pink-tipped tits. His hands smoothed over her flesh-globes.

Harriet smiled. "Do you like my tits?"

"Like them! They're gorgeous!"

Harriet giggled then. "Mmm, I like it when you lust for them like that. Ummm, your hands are so strong. You're making my tits horny."

Mr. Wilton chuckled, squeezing her perfect young boobs. "I didn't know tits could get horny," he said.