A Bastard's Thankgivingbyregularguy13©
Stuart told himself, "Oh my God I can't believe this. Sadie is so young. Her body is so firm, so tight. I wonder..."
Hungrily his mouth sought out her sex. He devoured it. He licked her from asshole to clit and back again. Her bouquet was earthy and powerful. The taste was acidic and addictive. And best of all, her nectar was plentiful. After years of being with a dry, flavorless post-menopausal woman, Stuart felt like he had returned to the promise land.
"Wow, what a wonderful wet cunt. As tasty as I remember," Stuart said speaking out loud. He no longer was afraid his victim was going to wake.
He continued his unjust exploration. Sadie creamed copious amounts of the pungent, tangy fluid that Stuart craved. It was awesome. His tongue invaded her every opening. Stuart tongue fucked her cunt and her anus. He nibbled on her wrinkled inner lips and sucked her knobby clit.
Stuart's cock was rock hard and throbbing. He decided it needed some attention. He positioned himself in between her legs. He put her knees on his shoulders. Then he put the head of his dick against her fuckhole. She felt so wet and warm. He slid the head of his cock into her oh so tight pussy.
"Oh my!" Stuart sighed enjoying her narrow passage. He entered her at a safe pace mindful of her youthful, tight pussy. As he penetrated her, he savored the heat, the ecstasy of it all.
Stuart drove steadily into her until he could go no further. He spoke to his unconscious sex partner,
"It's ok Sadie. I've had a vasectomy."
Stuart placed one hand on her chest. He ignored her tiny breasts and toyed with her elastic nipples. He tugged and pinched her pink nips not caring how roughly he treated them. Sadie's pussy had now expanded to accommodate his prick. Stuart rocked in and out of her with greater speed and force. Soon he was banging into her with gusto. Did his playmate respond? Who knows? Stuart certainly didn't know or care. He pounded her warm wet pussy until he exploded inside her and fired off jet after jet of cum.
Happy, sweaty and out of breath, Stuart collapsed on top of his niece. They slept in each other's arms.
After mid-night, the shoppers returned. The sound of the garage door going up woke Stuart.
"Shit," Stuart said as he disengaged himself from a sleeping Sadie. "Shit, shit, shit. My ass is cooked."
He stood and looked around for incriminating evidence. Stuart saw his clothes and Sadie's soiled robe. The combined fluids from their love making had stained the robe. Stuart rolled Sadie out of the garment. He quickly grabbed his things and the dirty robe and fled next-door.
The wives chatted a bit in the kitchen and then made their way to their bedrooms. His wife was happy to find it empty. She changed and climbed into bed.
Stuart was lying in the sofa bed: eyes closed, mind racing, definitely not sleeping. He was sweating bullets. He was surprised and amazed by his bad behavior. He had never done anything like that before. His biggest surprise was that he was not sorry for what he had done. He was exhilarated by the experience and of course, praying to God that he would not get caught. He waited a half hour after his wife went to bed before he snuck downstairs and covered his tracks.
Sadie awoke when the early morning sunbeams struck her eyes. She was not feeling well. She sat up in bed, wrapped her arms around her knees and let her aching head fall to her knees.
Stuart's wife, Vera, was up and dressed. She was gathering people for breakfast. She did a quick knock and then stuck her head into the guest bedroom. "Good morning Sadie," she said brightly. "I hope Uncle Stu's snoring did not keep you up all night."
Vera saw Sadie in profile sitting up on the bed with her head bowed. The bed sheet had slid down revealing the naked upper body of a slim young woman. Vera asked with concern,
"Dear, are you all right?"
Vera sat on the edge of the bed and put a palm against the younger woman's forehead. Vera gave Sadie a quick once over. Sadie appeared to be hung-over. Her eyes were bloodshot. Vera continued to scan the sick girl. Her eyes took in the long, thick pink nipples and her slender, breast-less chest.
Sadie responded, "Ohhh, my head hurts. My stomach hurts. "
"You don't seem to have a fever. Lay back." Vera guided Sadie to recline. She pulled the sheet aside exposing Sadie's belly button. Then Vera placed a warm hand on Sadie's tummy.
"Does it hurt here? Or here?" Vera moved her hand about Sadie's stomach pressing lightly.
Sadie said, "I feel nauseous and the pain is not my stomach...its lower."
Vera slid her hand under the sheet pressing on Sadie's abdomen here and there thinking, "Maybe Sadie has a touch of the flu or her period. I hope it is not appendicitis."
Vera's concerns distracted her and Sadie's lack of pubic hair did not alert Vera that her hand was near Sadie's pussy until Vera's hand touched the college girl's shaved sex. They both jumped at the contact.
Vera apologized, "Sorry Sadie."
They both blushed. As Vera pulled her hand off Sadie's bare pussy, they both took notice of a crusty debris there. Vera said,
"Honey, there is something down there."
Vera pulled more of the sheet aside exposing Sadie's denuded genitalia. They both gazed at the dried remains. Vera blushed as she took in the unobstructed view of Sadie's bald cunt. Sadie blushed too. She was embarrassed because each woman now knew that Sadie had been fucked last night.
"Honey, could it be that you were... a little too enthusiastic last night when you and your boyfriend..."
Sadie snapped her legs together and quickly covered her body with the sheet. She said, "Aunt Vera, I am so embarrassed..."
"There's no need to be embarrassed," Vera winked at her niece and said, "We've all had a little too much to drink, been ridden hard and put to bed wet." Vera chuckled.
Vera stood and stroked the young woman's long hair and said, "Clean yourself up and join us for breakfast. I think you are just hung over. I will have some orange juice and aspirin downstairs waiting for you." Vera turned to leave, then paused and added teasing Sadie,
"So as someone that has never been bare down there, is the sex better without fur? What less friction?"
Vera laughed at her own joke. Sadie pulled the sheet over her head. She was completely embarrassed and cried out in frustration, "Aahh."
After a few minutes alone hiding in her bed, Sadie calmed down. She attempted to recall the events of last night. She remembered the hot tub, the blow job she gave her dad and the drinking, but she did not remember having intercourse. Sadie climbed out of bed planning to clean herself up in the bathroom. She looked around for her robe and did not see it. Her dad's robe was there so she slipped it on. She stepped into her slippers and noticed one of her father's slippers also on the floor. Then there...on the dresser was her father's wine glass. Imprinted on it was "World's Best Dad".
Sadie sat down hard on the bed. "Oh my God! I had sex with my father!" She buried he head in her hands and cried.
Stuart was heading down to breakfast and heard Sadie sobbing. He hesitated. Then he knocked on the door gently. "Sadie? Are you all right?"
Stuart was a nervous wreck. Did Sadie remember their tryst? He opened the door with an awfully feeling in his gut. He certainly was guilty of rape, but was he caught? Sadie looked up at him with tears in her big blue eyes.
"I'm ok, Uncle Stu. I am just allowing myself a pity party." Sadie's lips trembled as she continued, "Dad must have followed me up here last night. His shoe and wine glass are here and there's dried cum...I mean, there are signs that I had sex last night....I don't remember anything, but..."
Stuart had to be sure. He sat beside her on the bed and said, "You don't remember...anything?"
"No. Nothing. Thank goodness I am on the pill." She added, "Your wife thinks I had sex with my boyfriend last night. Let's stick with that story."
Sadie buried her head into Stuarts shoulder seeking solace. He wrapped his arms around the distressed young woman and comforted her.
"I agree with you Sadie. No one needs to know what really happened here last night," Stuart said with a secret smile. His penis lurched in his pants.