A Niece with Needs

I was in town for a short visit and made plans to hang out with my long-time friend Debbie for a night. We'd never been more than friends but we always had fun when we hung out together. Given that, I was planning to crash on the futon in her home office so that, after a few good craft beers, I wouldn't have to worry about driving. After we'd been hanging out for a few hours, a notification from her Ring doorbell popped up on her phone just before the doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting anyone so she checked who it was before bothering to get up and it turned out to be her niece, who was attending college nearby. Debbie was surprised and concerned to have her niece show up unannounced so she was up quickly and opening the door.

"Roni! Hi!" she said, "Is everything all right?"

"Hi Aunt Debbie," she replied, going in for a hug, "I'm sorry I didn't let you know I was coming but I didn't realize I was until I got here. I just needed to get away from school so I started driving and this is where I ended up."

Debbie led her inside, continuing to inquire whether everything was okay and whether she needed anything, like a good aunt does. You might not have even known they were related since Roni was thin with long blond hair and Debbie had short purple hair and was nicely curvy. Since I'd known Roni's mom, Cindi, for as long as I'd known Debbie, I'd seen plenty of photos of her on social media but we'd never met before so she'd have no idea who I was. She didn't even notice me until they reached the couch and Debbie introduced me.

"I'm sorry," she said to Debbie, "I didn't realize you had company. I won't stay long."

"Don't worry about it," I replied, "I know your mom, too. We should take a group selfie and send it to her and see how she reacts."

Debbie was a year older than me and her sister Cindi was a year younger but I didn't live close to either of them so we didn't see each other often, aside from on social media. Roni sat down and we took a quick photo then she sent it off to Cindi without any explanation. While we waited to hear back, Debbie and I gave Roni some background on how we all knew each other and what had brought me there on that night. After that, we got to why she was there and we did our best to help her address the stress she was experiencing due to school. She was still thinking that she'd go ahead and drive back to her dorm, as if Debbie was ever going to stand for that. We all agreed that she'd stay and would take the futon in case she needed anything from Debbie during the night. I had no issue with sleeping on Debbie's big, sectional couch.

Roni joined us for a drink but limited herself to the one, not that Debbie and I got hammered ourselves. When she suggested that she still had schoolwork to get back to the next day so she should get to bed, we all decided to call it a night. She and Debbie headed upstairs and I took care of my nightly ablutions in the downstairs bathroom, including slipping into lounge pants and a t-shirt for sleeping, then made myself comfortable on the couch. I was still lying awake a little while later when I heard footsteps on the stairs, so I was curious to see who was coming down. It turned out to be Roni.

"Oh good, you're awake," she said as she came around the couch wearing a nightshirt that she must have borrowed from Debbie, "I would have woken you up if you hadn't been. Aunt Debbie took something to help her sleep so, along with the alcohol, she's completely out. I checked. Even this won't wake her up."

She clapped twice, loudly, and a lamp popped on at a low setting. I chuckled as I realized she'd just used The Clapper to turn on the lamp and provide us with just a bit of light. I didn't even realize those things were still around or that her generation was familiar with them.

"So having the freedom to be noisy at this hour is important?" I asked, feeling like there was only one direction this could be heading.

"When you start making me moan," she replied, starting to raise the nightshirt, "I don't want to feel like I have to suppress myself."

I was glad she'd turned on the lamp as she removed the nightshirt and exposed her body. Her boobs were bigger than I'd expected; she may have been wearing a sports bra or something similarly restraining earlier. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them and maybe my cock between them. Her pussy had been waxed smooth and I got a close-up view of it as she tossed the nightshirt aside and immediately straddled my head on the couch. I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand then ran my tongue along her slit, tasting the pungent juices that were abundantly flowing. She started moaning as I lapped at her pussy, though I don't think Debbie would have heard it even if she wasn't medicated. I glanced up, admiring her big boobs dangling above me, as I slipped a finger into her snug, slippery pussy. While slowly sliding my finger in and out, I was licking and sucking her clit, which did cause her to moan a bit louder. Given how quiet the house was at that hour, it's very possible that Debbie might have heard her that time if not for her sleep aids.

My cock was rigid as I was devouring her pussy and, though I obviously didn't know her very well, I was optimistic that she wouldn't leave me hanging once she'd cum. I was hoping, however, that I wouldn't have to choose between fucking her snug, slippery pussy or her succulent tits or having her blow me; ideally, I hoped to experience all three. The unexpected opportunity to see her naked and eat her pussy was definitely a pleasant surprise but I really didn't want the night to end with that. Whether it would help her decide how far she wanted to go or wouldn't matter because she'd already made up her mind, it was still my goal to provide her with as much pleasure as I possibly could. While I was pursuing that goal, I was also enjoying the opportunity to eat a pussy I'd never had the pleasure of eating before. She'd been very wet when I'd started eating her but I didn't know whether that was just from the act of seducing me or if she'd been worked up when she'd been upstairs and that was what had inspired her to pay me a visit. Either way, her pussy was only becoming even wetter and her moaning louder and longer as I continued to eat her.

She had one hand on my head and the other on the back of the couch as she was humping her pussy toward my face. Even not knowing her or her body well, it was obvious that she was building quickly toward an orgasm. I wasn't necessarily aiming for her to have a quick one, and I'd have been more than content to keep going after she'd cum if she'd wanted, but I also wasn't going to back off to try to stretch out the build-up. I continued pumping my finger in and out while licking and sucking her clit as I felt her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged than it had already been. She seemed to tense up a bit as her moaning became almost like gasping then she relaxed and started shaking as her orgasm hit. I kept up what I was doing through her orgasm, which appeared to be pretty intensely pleasurable.

When she finally climbed off of my face, she took my lounge pants down, releasing my rigid cock, then had me sit up. She immediately straddled me as I reached for her succulent tits. While I was caressing and fondling the soft, smooth flesh, she guided my cock to her pussy and lowered herself onto it. We both moaned as her snug, slippery pussy engulfed my throbbing tool. She sat for just a moment with it fully embedded inside her then started to slowly move up and down on it. Her pussy was so hot, wet and snug that it felt amazing as my cock slid in and out of it. Her tits also felt amazing so, since I wasn't sure I'd ever get another opportunity to see them, much less fondle them, I was savoring the opportunity and committing every aspect of them to memory.

As she progressed to riding me harder and faster, her tits were bouncing beautifully so I leaned back to watch them while reaching around to caress her ass. I wasn't pushing up into her, just leaving her in control while enjoying the experience. She seemed to be enjoying it, as well, based on the sounds she was making and the expression on her face. I only wish that I could have enjoyed having her riding my cock for much longer but I couldn't really complain that she was achieving an orgasm too quickly. She seemed to be striving to remain fairly quiet even though it was unlikely that Debbie would hear us but I could still tell that she was getting close to cumming. When she dropped down onto my lap and just sat there, a moment later she gasped and her entire body started trembling. I brought my hands back around since her tits had ceased bouncing for the moment and fondled them while she was cumming and after she'd finished.

She remained on my lap as she was recovering then climbed off and knelt in front of me. I couldn't be too dismayed about her tits being out of my reach or no longer being embedded in her hot pussy because she immediately started stroking my rigid cock then engulfed it in her mouth. Watching her sucking my cock was incredibly hot and I was grateful once again that she'd turned on the lamp before we'd started. She definitely had some experience when it came to cocksucking and I appreciated the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of that experience. The only thing that could possibly have improved upon receiving a highly pleasurable blowjob from her was when she straightened up and brought her tits to each side of my cock. She squeezed them together so that I could fuck them, which I did slowly so as to savor the feel of the soft, smooth flesh against my rigid cock. Since she'd already cum twice, I appreciated that she was giving me the opportunity to experience the pleasure of her body in more than one way.

I could feel my orgasm building steadily by the time she went back to sucking my cock, though she didn't necessarily seem like she was in a rush to make me cum. She put her skills to work to draw out the pleasure that I was experiencing and I relished both her mouth and the visual of her sucking my cock. The closer I got to cumming, the more my cock was swelling but it didn't affect her ability to orally pleasure me. Even when I started to spew into her mouth with a moan, she just continued to suck me off as I was cumming. She only stopped once I was completely spent and had started to soften.

"That was fantastic," I said and she smiled up at me.

"Yeah, that was fun," she replied, "I think that was really what I needed to help me deal with my school stress so I'm glad you were here."

"Seems like it was serendipitous," I said, "but I'm really glad that I was here, too."

"I can't bring this up in front of Aunt Debbie," she said, "but can we exchange contact info before I leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah, absolutely," I replied, thinking this could be a good sign. I grabbed my phone and she told me her mobile number then had me send a text since her phone was upstairs, charging.

"It'd also be a good idea if we don't tell Aunt Debbie about this," she suggested, as she was getting up and grabbing the nightshirt.

"Or your mom, for that matter," I agreed, watching her boobs bouncing and swinging and getting one last look at her pussy before she covered it up.

She kissed me then clapped, turning out the lamp, and headed back upstairs. I pulled my pants back on and, while I was ruminating on what had just happened, I fell asleep. We had time to see each other the next morning and Debbie certainly wouldn't send her back to school without a hearty breakfast but nothing else happened between us, other than some naughty texts while Debbie was cooking breakfast. I jokingly asked her to show me what was under her nightshirt again but she replied that it'd get us both too worked up so she'd send photos later. True to her word, I had to be careful checking the text I received shortly after Debbie heard that she was safely back at school. I'd have been plenty happy if this had been the only photo she ever sent but she turned out to be pretty prolific when it came to sexting and naked selfies.

"I'm so sorry about that," Debbie said, once we were finally alone again, "I had no idea that she'd show up unannounced much less stay over."

"No big deal," I replied, "She was obviously in distress and you should feel good that she came to you when she was."

"I wouldn't have been much help after my pharmaceuticals last night," she continued, "I take them to help me sleep but I should have skipped them last night."

"Everything turned out just fine," I assured her, "so just try to remember that next time, if there even is a next time."

"The other thing, though," she continued, "is that I was a bit frustrated and a bit conflicted and probably took them so I'd be zonked out and not try to follow through with what I'd been planning to do before she showed up."

"What had you been planning to do?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"At some point last night, I'd been planning to try to seduce you," she confessed, "I've been so horny and I hoped that you'd take care of me but, once Roni showed up, I figured that was out the window and I was afraid I might try to do it anyway in the middle of the night."

"We're alone now, though," I replied, moving off the couch and kneeling in front of her. I opened her robe, revealing a nightshirt of her own under it. Her boobs were bigger than Roni's but I'd known that already and had wondered many times during all of the years that we'd known each other how they'd look and how they'd feel. I'd certainly had my share of fantasies about Debbie so her confession was both surprising and very welcome. I caressed her big boobs through her nightshirt, feeling her hard nipples through the thin material as it sounded like her breathing rate was picking up. My cock was rigid once again by the time I reluctantly abandoned her boobs and started to push the hem of her nightshirt up along her thighs. She spread her legs as her pussy was revealed and my attention was fully on it while lowering my head to get closer to it.

After Roni, I was almost expecting Debbie's pussy to be smooth and hairless, too, especially since there was no way that her bush would match the purple dye-job up on her head. She did have a neatly groomed, dark brown bush, though, and I was soon kissing my way along her soft, smooth inner thighs toward it. She lifted up slightly so that I could push the hem of her nightshirt out from under her ass. I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her abundant juices and causing her to moan, with what almost sounded like a bit of relief. I was a big fan of eating pussy, and though the previous night had been a pleasant surprise, this was actually something that had been part of more than a few of the fantasies that I'd had about Debbie over the years so I was eagerly indulging in this unexpected reality.

After lapping at her slit and slurping up her juices, I slipped a finger into her and, as I was sliding it in and out, I focused my tongue on her clit. She moaned louder and didn't seem concerned with anyone hearing her through the walls of her townhome so I was happy to have the feedback. I wasn't too worried about being able to provide her with a high level of pleasure but it was always nice to know for sure that my efforts were having the intended effect. I didn't want to get her there too quickly, though, despite her saying how horny she was; I wanted to draw out the pleasure so she could enjoy it for a nice long time before experiencing what I was hoping would be an incredibly intense orgasm. Because I enjoyed eating pussy so much, I'd always made an effort to develop my skills in that arena, not only for my benefit and for that of my partner, but also to increase the odds of being invited back to do it again.

The longer I was devouring her hot, wet pussy, the longer and louder she was moaning as she was building up toward an orgasm. I didn't want to draw things out for too long so that she felt like she was being denied the relief of an orgasm so, when it felt like I was approaching that line, I switched my focus to making her cum. She was rocking her hips toward my face and picked up the pace as she was getting closer and closer. I could feel her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged so I was even more eager to stick my throbbing cock into her, though I definitely wouldn't turn down another opportunity to eat her pussy before I had to leave. She seemed to be tensing up a bit just before she abruptly went still and silent for a moment then cried out as all of the tension left and her body was shaking. I continued to devour her as she was cumming, hoping to prolong the pleasure she was so obviously feeling. It did seem to be a long orgasm, though maybe that was typical for her, but if she'd been the only one who'd been making herself cum recently, at the very least this was a good opportunity for her to be focused just on the pleasure she was feeling and not also on making it happen.

Only when she'd finally gone still and silent again did I raise my head and slip my finger out of her. While still gazing at her pussy, I sucked her juices off of my finger then got up off my knees. My lounge pants were tented out by my stiff cock and she did not fail to notice so she sat up and slid them down, my cock springing out. She gently gripped it and gave it a few pumps before having me sit on the couch. I kicked my lounge pants away as she was straddling me, leaving her robe behind but still wearing her nightshirt with the hem up around her waist. She guided my cock toward her pussy while I fondled her boobs through her nightshirt then she lowered herself onto it as we both moaned. Her pussy was snug and slippery so I was quickly fully embedded inside her. She sat on it for a moment, just feeling it inside her, then started to slowly move up and down.

Once she got moving, I went ahead and removed her nightshirt since I still had not seen her big boobs. They did not fail to impress even further as they were exposed and I tossed the nightshirt aside. I already knew that they were big but they were also freckled and both her areolas and nipples were large, too. Since she was sitting straight up for the moment, I was able to admire them while enjoying the feel of her hot, wet pussy sliding up and down my stiff shaft. For as many times as I'd thought about it and fantasized about her, I don't think that I ever expected to actually be in this position and it was everything that I'd hoped it would be. She leaned down and planted her lips on mine, the first time we'd ever kissed, which quickly led to our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

Since I could no longer admire them, I fondled her boobs instead while we were making out and knew immediately that it was something I'd never get tired of doing and that I'd have to figure out how to do it as often as possible. It also made me think of something else that I'd want to do for myself if I could successfully make her cum again first. All in good time, though; I planned to enjoy having her riding my cock for as long as I could manage and hopefully she'd be enjoying riding my cock for a good long time, as well. I don't know if fondling her big boobs was providing her with any additional pleasure but I was certainly enjoying it and it may have made my cock even more rigid. It made sense that, actually feeling the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples after so many years of wondering what it would be like to fondle them, would send even more blood to my already stiff cock. As she began to moan into my mouth while we continued making out, I suspected she might be feeling it, too.

We didn't stop making out because of her moaning but, as she was riding me harder and faster, presumably in pursuit of another orgasm, it ultimately just became too difficult. By the time she pulled her mouth away from mine and removed her tongue from my mouth, she was moving up and down fast enough that her boobs were bouncing enticingly so, as she straightened up, I leaned back and watched them. While I was still interested in feeling the soft, smooth flesh, I didn't want to cover them with my hands and block the visual so I reached around to caress the soft, smooth flesh of her ass instead. Her moaning was getting louder and longer so I was feeling pretty confident by that point that she was not only going to cum again but that it was going to be another intensely pleasurable orgasm. It wasn't easy but I did occasionally tear my gaze away from her bouncing boobs to look up at her face. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open as she continued moaning. Her expression was more of focus or determination than pleasure, at least at that moment, but the moaning definitely indicated she was experiencing pleasure.