A Thanksgiving stuffing

The Thanksgiving week is full of family and friends milling about. Plans abound, random outings, lots of cooking. This year a bit of debauchery got thrown in.

I have nieces, they have friends and one of them in particular is the pure definition of trouble. 

She’s a tiny Latina: 5’, maybe 105lbs but with Mexican curves that are damned near perfect for her frame. She’s always been a bit flirty and has a tendency to dress JUST this side of provacatively. I generally keep it light around her. I can appreciate the view but I don’t tend to play at home. She spent a large chunk of the week hanging out around the house during the break. Somehow the stars aligned to have us alone on the property one afternoon.

I picked up pie making responsibilities for the week and I was busy in the kitchen prepping when she walked in. She’s pure sin in tight jeans and a cropped sweater. We chatted a bit about nothing in particular.

At some point I made whipped cream to top the pies. I don’t really know what came over me but I put a couple of fingers in the bowl, pulled out a bit and joked “Care to test it for me?”

The girl locked eyes with me, leaned forward and sucked the cream of my fingers and said “Thanks Daddy”.

I’ve never gotten so hard so quickly. “Fuck”

I pushed her against the counter by her hips and devoured her mouth. Our hands ripped at clothes, mine found her wet and her hand wrapped around my cock. 

I didn’t have time nor the inclination to take it slow. I turned her around, threw her tiny frame over the counter, yanked her jeans over her ass and slammed into her.

She screamed and I pounded her like a man possessed. Her tight pussy molded around me while I rearranged her insides. She spasmed around me and when she came I lost it, flooding her to leaking. I pulled out and as she quivered on the counter we heard a car pulling into the driveway.

She bolted to bathroom, I pulled my pants up.

As the front door opened I had the mixer on, back to making the whipped cream.

The girl keeps finding reasons to come around. I’m not complaining.