Ted Sawyer
HOT LITTLE NIECE
CHAPTER ONE
Rita Russell put the book down and looked across the living room at her husband Len.
“Honey, you weren’t kidding when you said this hot! Where on earth did you get it?”
“At that bookstore down by the office,” he said. “I was always going to stop in and didn’t, until yesterday. I told you it was really something.”
“Do you think people really do things like this? I mean, swap their mates and all. That’s silly… I know they do, but I mean, do you think anyone we know does it?”
Len shrugged, “I dunno. Harry and Betty Planter were always pretty wild…”
“Harry was,” Rita said. “He pinched my ass more than once at those cocktail parties, but I always thought that Betty was kind of a prude.”
“She’s not all that bad, but now that I think of it I can’t really see her and Harry doing the things in that book.”
“How about Carla and Jim?” Rita asked. Carla and Jim Campbell lived next door. Len and Jim were partners in the largest furniture store in the area and longtime friends. Rita and Carla had both been working as nurses and roomed together. Rita and Len had dated and introduced Carla to Jim. Though neither wife had to work now that the business had taken off, Carla continued her nursing career on a part time basis.
“Never,” Len said flatly. “They probably do all that stuff in the book, but they’d never go in for wife swapping.”
“You’re right,” she said. “By the way, did Carla’s niece come in this morning? I haven’t been home all day and I haven’t seen, her.”
Rita stood up. “I think the damn thing made me horny.”
Her husband wet his lips, “Really?”
She tossed her head as if to say, “C’mon,” and went down the hall. Len followed her into the bedroom. The curtains were drawn and the small light by the bed was on. In this soft lighting, Rita Russell slowly stripped the clothes from her full, luscious body as her husband watched.
Rita was a big-titted, full bodied 38-year-old woman. And, though she wasn’t Latin, she had a beautiful light brown skin that looked like an all over tan. Her eyes, too, gave the impression of a Latin heritage. They were very dark, almost black, and she had thick brown hair that hung in sexy curls over her shoulders. There was no evidence at all that she was the mother of twin boys. She swam for an hour every day and was proud of her body.
Her breasts were large and when she stripped off the blouse and bra they stood firmly.
Len was quickly removing his clothes… and doing it rather clumsily since his eyes were glued to his wife’s body.
Rita, well aware of how the sight of her turned him on, paid special attention to the way she undressed in front of him. She left her heels on until the very last. She unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Giving him a glance to make sure he was keeping up with her, she turned away and, sticking her thumbs under the elastic, slowly pushed the sheer panties over her plump ass.
“Beautiful, honey,” Len said.
She stepped out of the panties and turned to face him, letting him see her body from top to bottom. He was standing across the room, his clothes in a pile at his feet, with his cock sticking straight out from his exceptionally hairy crotch. He may have been built like a lineman, but at that minute he looked more like a hungry kid in a candy store.
“Beautiful,” she complimented him back, looking at the strong cock pole fluttering in front of him.
Rita moved to the big double bed and threw back the covers. She stretched out on the sheet, the stark white contrasting nicely with her tanned skin.
She spread her curvaceous legs wide, showing the pretty pink cunt lips, and stretched out her arms, “Come and get it.”
Len leaped for the bed, bouncing next to her and wrapping his arms around her.
“I’m a lucky guy,” he said, “to have a woman like you.” He felt her large rounded tits, losing himself in the fleshy mounds. Rita’s large nipples always responded fast. They firmed up almost from the time she started stripping.
Their bodies were well matched. He was huge, hairy and well hung. In college he’d been a lineman on the varsity team and in the last few years had kept himself in shape. At first it was by lifting boxes in the new furniture store he’d started with his friend and neighbor, Jim Campbell. And when the business had taken off, a success from the very start, both he and Campbell had bought new houses and put in pools. The daily swim had sliced off the excess weight and tightened him up somewhat, but he was still a big man.
And that’s where they were so perfectly matched. Rita was all woman, with large firm hips, a big bust and small waist. She was especially proud of her curvy, almost muscular legs and small ankles.
Len ran his hand over her flat belly and down into the dark thick hair of her cunt. He forced a finger between her pussy lips, poking it in and out. When it was covered with juice he withdrew it and started rubbing her clit.
“Oh, honey, you know what I like! That’s the spot,” she cried.
“Grab my cock, baby,” he said.
Rita’s eager fingers scrambled between them until she felt the big cock. She wrapped a fist around it—or as far as it would go, anyway. Her husband was in full erection and that meant his huge hunk of meat was the size of her forearm.
“You’re really hot tonight!” she laughed. “I haven’t seen you that swollen in a week.” She yanked on the cock, sending a thrill through him.
“That’s the way I like it,” he moaned.
He flicked her clit back and forth, pushing the hood away so it was directly in contact with his wet fingertip. Rita jerked her hips against his hand.
“That’s the spot!” she yelled. “Oh, baby, do it faster. Damn, that’s exciting! Oh, I love it!”
She caressed his prick with her fingers, rubbing her thumb over the cock head.
“Now fuck me, Len, fuck me good!”
Len moved his heavy body over hers and she pulled his cock down to her soaking slit. She rubbed the head against her bush, over her clit, and along the wet gash.
“Don’t tease!” he begged.
She stopped his cock right at the opening between her legs and let go of him. He lunged forward. The heavy pole wedged her cunt lips apart and disappeared into her belly.
“AAAH!” she cried. “What a fucking cock! C’mon now, fuck the hell out of me! Fuck me!”
He didn’t need to be told. In fact, he hardly heard her. The feeling of the tight tunnel hotly gripping his cock was all be was really aware of. He started pounding her, his strong body slamming her into the mattress. At thirty- eight she was just as snug as she had been at eighteen when they’d become engaged and first let him fuck her.
If she’d been a smaller girl her husband’s strength would have overwhelmed her. But she was lusty and full- bodied and able to not only stand up to the onslaught but actually fuck him back. She thumped her hips up to him everytime he shoved his cock into her hot twat.
“That’s the way I like it!” he hollered. “God, what a woman! What a fucking pussy you’ve got!”
He walloped her belly with his own, and pushed her legs farther apart with his hairy thighs.
Rita took the cue and spread as wide as she could and her husband managed to get his cock deeper inside her churning cunt.
“Wrap your legs around me!” he ordered.
She swung her sleek legs up and over his pounding hips and locked her tiny ankles at the small of his back. Her hot thighs firmly gripped his hips.
