Ted Leonard: Hot young wife

The man reached out and took her wrist. Gently, slowly, he drew her into his dark, dank cellar and shut the door.

Harriet made a small whimpering sound as he pulled her into his arms and pressed their bodies together. She sucked in her breath when his mouth came down on hers and his big tongue filled her soft mouth.

Except for her father, no man had ever held her like this. His tongue was probing her mouth, his huge cock was throbbing between her legs, his hand was teasing a tit, and his other hand was feeling her cute round ass. It was electrifying for poor Harriet.

She felt dizzy. Her head felt like it was spinning as her young body responded to the man with a will of its own. Her little pink tongue licked at his, her curvy young legs closed on his enormous hard-on, and her cute little ass started to writhe.

Her eyes were closed, feeling awfully heavy, and she couldn't open them even when the hot kiss ended. She only gasped and stood breathing fast as the man unzipped her dress with trembling fingers.

She shivered as he pulled the dress from her shoulders and pushed it down the length of her body.

Suddenly, his big hands were all over her, touching her tits, feeling her hips, stroking her ass, and teasing her twat. He was having a field day with her hot body and Harriet was helpless to stop him.

Her pink nipples were hardening. Her cunt was warm and moist. Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire.

She could only pant and moan when the man's fingers burned her flesh. When one of his fingers invaded the wetness of her cunthole, she hunched her twat on his finger.

"I thought so," she heard him mutter. His voice sounded heavy and far away as her senses reeled. "No undies and no cherry. You horny little cockteaser. You sure had me fooled. Acting so innocent and pure. I'll bet you fuck like a mink!"

"No, nooooo," Harriet moaned. She wanted to protest, to explain, to excuse herself. But she couldn't talk. Her pink tongue was licking at her ripe young lips. And her cunt was humping on his big finger. All sorts of sexy feelings were making her hot and horny.

"Don't give me that," the man said hotly. He bent her over his arm and rammed his finger up into her juicy little twat. Mouthing her frantic young tits, he murmured, "This is what you like, isn't it? Your tits love my sucking. And your cunt wants to fuck."

His horny kisses traveled up her throat to her open mouth. He licked at her lips and Harriet's tongue came out to lick back as she shivered and panted.

"I know what you need, you pretty little slut," Sandon rasped.

He released her body and she stood on the verge of fainting as her captor opened his pants.

Harriet heard the terrible sound of his zipper and she forced her eyes open a little. She saw his naked cock, big and wet in his fist.

"Oh, God," she whimpered.

The look of shock and desire on her young face made the man chuckle.

"You have a lovely mouth," he muttered hotly.

Harriet caught her breath as his hot eyes roamed over her full ripe lips. "Ohhh," she moaned. She knew what he was thinking about. His glance was hot on her mouth and his huge dick was dripping in his hand. "No, noooo," she whimpered again.

Sandon chuckled and set his heavy hands on her smooth naked shoulders. It didn't take much pressure to make Harriet's weakened knees fold.

She found herself kneeling in front of the biggest, wettest prick she'd ever seen, and the mere sight of it made her gasp. Strangely enough, she hadn't seen much of her father's cock. It was always plunging into her twat. And she'd never wanted to look at the thing that made her feel so horny and naughty.

But now there was no escape for her. Sandon's randy cock was just inches from her face. It looked so dangerous, all stiff and wet and throbbing.

Harriet's eyes darted over his huge nuts. She had heard schoolgirls whisper about boys' balls and they seemed to like them, but never had she herself seen real live nuts. Especially not man-nuts, not even her father's, although her daddy's balls had slapped her ass many times.

"Put your hand on it," Sandon said hotly. The minute her fingers curled around the hot hunk of sex-meat, she wanted to pull her hand away. But there was something compelling about the pulsing man-cock.

Harriet felt embarrassed holding his big wet dick, but she couldn't let go of it. She was hypnotized by the strange power of his giant dick throbbing in her small fist, rising up and away from his big hairy nuts.

"Jerk it," Sandon said thickly. "Slip your hand up and down, on it. That's it. Up and down, up and down. Good girl. Now get some of that juice all over it. Just smear my whole cock with it. That's the way. Now jerk your hand on it."

Harriet felt trapped and ashamed by his power and what she was doing, but she kept his swollen dick in her fist and whacked it as he commanded.

"Keep looking at it," he told her, urging his massive cock at her. "I want you to see how wet you make it. Play with my balls with your other hand. Don't be shy, you little cockteaser. This is what you want to do."

Harriet felt tears of shame burning her eyes, but she obeyed his orders, one hand caressing his hot nuts, the other jacking his immense hard-on.

"Now I've got something else for you to do," he said hotly.

Harriet knelt dazed as he eased her hands away from his gigantic dripping cock. He grinned lewdly at her, making her look away fearfully.

"Suck it," he said.

Harriet's mouth fell open, not in obedience, but in horror. The smile left the man's face, and he pushed his big dick toward her till his horny cockhead wet her cheek.

"Suck it!" he demanded.

Harriet quivered. "I can't… please, Mr. Sandon… don't make me suck it." She shivered to think of this huge hot cock in her mouth.

"You have to," he said. Then in a more gentle, coaxing way, he stroked her hair and rubbed his cockhead over her lips, and murmured, "You want to. You're ready to suck cock. I can tell that by your pretty mouth and the way you look at my prick. Come on, now. Suck it like a good girl. Suck it!"

Harriet warned to escape this ordeal, but she was in a terrible condition of unwanted horniness and curiosity. Her lips touched his hot cockhead, and then she would have twisted away but he held her head still and smeared her lips with silky cockjuice.

"Lick it with your tongue," he rasped. "Not only your lips."

"I… I don't want to," Harriet whimpered. But even as her lips moved to speak, Sandon pressed his wet dick to her mouth.

The feeling of her sensitive lips on his bulging cockhead startled Harriet. Though she had never blown a cock in her life, there was something strangely natural about a girl licking a cock. Her lips parted. Her little pink tongue gave his red cockhead just a little lick.

His cockjuice tasted like nothing else she'd ever tasted. Between that and the aroma of stiff hot dick, Harriet found herself unable to stop this vile act.

"You have to do better than that," Sandon said. "Use all of your tongue, not just the tip."

Harriet was unable to resist his voice instructing her how to please a cock, that terrible weapon that made her fuck so much. She was now obeying, licking his rigid prick with the whole of her hot tongue.

Sandon groaned another order and Harriet was sliding her lips up and down his dick with her head tilted to one side. His rigid cock was soon drenched with her saliva, but he made her go on licking and kissing his cock.

"You like licking my cock, don't you, Harriet?" he said softly. He chuckled evilly and rubbed his cockhead over her extended tongue.

Harriet felt her shame, but couldn't stop tonguing his enormous dick.

"Well, don't you?" he growled.

Harriet sniffled and nodded her head.

"What? Say it!" he ordered.