Ted Leonard

Hot young wife

CHAPTER ONE

Pretty Harriet Fenton watched the red taillights of her husband's truck disappear into the darkness of the night. Her heart began to race madly. A nervous feeling crept through her belly and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. She was all alone with her father-in-law.

She heard the recliner creak and her heart skipped a beat. In the dark window she watched him come up behind her. Then she felt his hands, big and strong, come around her waist. Something big and hard was pressing against her ass.

"Dad, don't," she said weakly.

It always made Harriet weak when someone touched her body. Especially someone like Jim Fenton. She couldn't help this feeling. For as long as she could remember, she'd always been a very horny girl. Now, at eighteen, she felt hornier than ever. And the way her father-in-law's hands were creeping up to her tits made her terribly excited. She wanted to stop him, but she couldn't.

She shivered when her father-in-law's hands smoothed over her ripe young tits. She could feel her pink nipples getting hard right through her little bra and light dress as his hands began to feel her.

"Please," she whimpered, but it was more like a soft moan. Jim Fenton's large hands felt awfully good on her thrusting young tits. And then there was his prick – so big and stiff and throbbing against her curvaceous ass. Harriet couldn't stand it, and her knees went weak. Her lithe young body leaned against him and she shuddered as his hands opened her dress and caressed her half-naked beauties.

Her father-in-law turned her to face him. His hands moved to her shoulders.

Harriet felt her dress slipping down. "Oh, nooo," she breathed as it fell around her ankles. Now she was standing there in nothing but her teeny-weeny bra and panties. She felt naked.

But she felt other things, too. A sort of breathlessness, anxiety, a little fear. And that familiar ticklish feeling deep in her cunt that told her she was going to fuck.

These feeling spreads from her womb downward, like warm honey pouring through her body. It made her feel weaker and more helpless, and her eyes closed as if they were too heavy to keep open.