The Ride

I was roused from a deep sleep by the sensation of a tongue slowly moving up the length of my cock and then around and around its head. As I slowly opened my eyes in the pre-dawn twilight, I could discern the outline of a naked woman kneeling over me, working slowly and deliberately with her mouth. A dim glow from the window filtered through her auburn hair and provided just enough light to see the silhouette of her small round tits and erect nipples moving up and down as she started to suck my cock rhythmically, taking more of its length in with each dip of her head.

I was still barely awake and struggling to understand who this woman was when suddenly it came back to me. My 20-year-old niece, Kylie, was staying over for one night on her way to a volleyball tournament in Europe and there was no one else in the house. She was the owner of the auburn hair and the small round tits and the mouth that was now swallowing the entire length of my cock and sucking it so insistently that it was quickly becoming rock hard.

Before I could process what was happening and think clearly -- Should I stop her? Do I want to? Is my wife Jen going to kill me? -- Kylie was climbing on top of me and lowering herself slowly onto me. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her face a study in intense concentration as she felt me enter her, deeper and deeper, until she had enveloped me completely in her warm, wet pussy.

Pausing for a moment, she cracked open her eyes, saw me staring up at her and smiled ever so slightly. She reached for my hands and guided them to her tits, and I felt for the first time what I had imagined a hundred times, breasts that were both firm and supple, and nipples both perky and pliant. Her tits were undeniably perfect and I couldn't resist starting to play with them, my hands slowly caressing them in circles and my fingers brushing her nipples erratically, each time eliciting a small gasp.

As I played with Kylie's tits, she moved up and down -- slowly, deliberately -- and massaged her clit with one hand while planting her other hand firmly in the middle of my chest. That hand felt like a command, a clear statement that she was in control and I was to follow her lead. On the volleyball court, she was a libero, moving freely, directing plays and sensing what her teammates needed. Now she was directing me and, I soon realized, giving me exactly what I needed.

She moved her tight, athletic body to her own rhythm, up and down, forward and back while stimulating her clit in slow circles, her eyes firmly closed in concentration, her mouth widening slightly with each undulation and her breath getting heavier and heavier.

Now wide awake, I racked my brain to understand what was going on. I started to remember clues from the night before that hadn't made sense at the time. When I picked up Kylie at the airport and fixed her a late dinner, it was all just innocent chatter about her family and college and the upcoming volleyball tournament until she paused meaningfully, her eyes fixed on mine, and said, "Jen said she was glad I was visiting you because you might be a little lonely."

I didn't know what to make of that comment. It was true that I had been alone in the house for a few weeks. Jen had gone back to the small midwestern town where she grew up to take care of her aging parents, and she was staying with her sister Sue -- Kylie's mom -- who still lived there. Kylie had been home for a few days before the trip, hanging out with her mom and Jen, so it didn't seem odd that they might have talked about me. But Jen telling Kylie that I "might be a little lonely?" What was that all about?

Before I had a chance to respond, or even react, Jen called, so I excused myself from the table and picked up. Jen said she missed me and she was just checking to see if Kylie got in all right. I assured her that the airport pickup was smooth and I'd made Kylie something to eat and her room was all ready. She replied, "That's great. I really hope the two of you can have some fun together." That stopped me for a second. "Have some fun?" What did that mean? It was already almost 10 pm at that point and Kylie's flight was super early the next morning. There was no time to do anything other than clean up and go to bed. I uttered some sort of generic response, like "ok, sure" and then we exchanged "I love you's" and hung up.

As Kylie continued to ride my cock, leaning back now, her concentration intensifying, her heavy breaths turning into low moans, and her pussy growing ever tighter, I thought about our unexpected encounter late last night. I had said goodnight and sent her to bed so she could be fresh for her early flight, while I stayed in the kitchen to wash the dishes. When I came upstairs to get ready for bed, I was startled to find her just leaving my bedroom.

She wore only a simple night shirt that hardly covered anything. The fabric was so sheer that it clung to her firm round tits and revealed that her nipples matched her auburn hair, now untied and flowing down in long sumptuous curls to brush the smooth skin of her neck and shoulders. She had always been pretty, even in her awkward early teenage years, but somewhere along the way she had become stunningly gorgeous.

I was flustered and looked away, stammering, "oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." But she interrupted me with a little wave, saying, "No, it's my fault. I forgot my makeup remover and Jen said I could borrow hers, so I was just getting it from your bathroom." Then she paused for a moment, silently watching me until I looked back at her. This time I was careful to keep my gaze above her neck, struggling mightily not to let it wander back to her amazing tits. She didn't say anything more, but looked intently into my eyes, just as she had at the dinner table, as if there was an unspoken message she wanted me to hear. I was dying to kiss her, to hold her, to press her tits to my chest, but I was scared to do anything. All I could say was, "oh, ok, well I'm glad you got what you needed" and then turn away again to keep myself from staring at her incredible body.

Kylie didn't move. I could feel her eyes still intently focused on me as I tried to look busy shuffling items on my night stand, expecting her to leave while wishing there was some way she could stay. Finally she said cheerily, "Well, goodnight again," and headed down the hall. I glanced after her and saw her reach to scratch her lower back, her hand raising the back of the night shirt to reveal her naked ass. I'd seen that exquisitely toned ass dozens of times in skin-tight volleyball shorts and fantasized about grabbing it as I pulled Kylie's body into mine, and now there it was in its full glory. Then she turned the corner and was gone.

I was so dizzy with lust at seeing so much of Kylie's body -- her perfect round tits, her perky brown nipples, her tight little volleyball ass -- that I still didn't see what was really going on. I chastised myself for lusting after someone I still thought of as just a girl, and a family member to boot, even if she wasn't a blood relative. I busied myself with bedtime routines and tried to think about anything but Kylie, and finally fell asleep.

But sleep could not keep me from thinking of Kylie. In my dreams I returned to the moment where she stood in front of me, practically naked in her night shirt, staring insistently into my eyes. But this time, instead of looking away, I moved cautiously toward her and she toward me, our eyes locked. I reached for her cheek and caressed it as she slowly blinked, then let my hand wander down her neck, her shoulder, her arm, her stomach, before bringing it back up to brush her erect nipple. She breathed in sharply, then moved her lips toward mine. We kissed intensely, our tongues slowly coming alive and exploring each other's mouths. My hands moved continuously, caressing Kylie's head and neck, her back and her ass, always returning to her tits and nipples and each time eliciting another sharp intake of breath. Her hands were just as busy, finding their way under my shirt into my jeans to grab my growing cock.

I quickly pulled off my shirt, then slowly raised Kylie's night shirt over her head, completely revealing those beautiful tits. As I guided her fully naked body onto the bed I noticed that her pussy was completely shaved and as she opened her legs to reveal bright pink pussy lips, I could tell that her clit was already becoming aroused and starting to poke out. I was so hungry for her body that I wanted to dive in to her pussy immediately, but I managed to hold off, exploring the rest of her body with my mouth and tongue, finding every erogenous zone. Her eyes closed and her breath deepened with every new movement of my mouth.

Finally I couldn't wait any longer and I plunged my face between her legs, alternately sucking her clit and inserting my tongue into her pussy, while she writhed and moaned. As I continued to work her clit with my tongue and lips, the middle finger of my right hand found its way inside her, moving slowly in and out while spiraling to stimulate every part of her pussy. My left hand reached up to massage her tits, keeping rhythm with my tongue and finger.

As my tongue became more insistent and Kylie's moans increased, I inserted a second finger and then a third. Each time, she caught her breath and then returned to moaning even more loudly. When I finally plunged all three fingers as deep as I could, Kylie let out a moan of intense agony, and gasped, "Ohhh, Mark, please don't stop."

At that point, I woke up drenched with sweat, my fully erect cock dripping with cum, and I realized that it was only a dream. But I closed my eyes and took myself back to the place where I was driving Kylie to an unbelievable orgasm. I stroked my cock as I imagined my fingers continuing to pump in and out of Kylie's pussy while my mouth greedily sucked her clit until she arched her back and screamed, "Omigod, Mark, ohhhh!", and I came with an enormous thump.

It wasn't the first time I had fantasized about sex with Kylie, but it was surely the best. And yet I was still torn by the feeling that there was something wrong with me thinking about her in that way. I got up and cleaned myself off, splashed cold water on my face and looked in the mirror, wondering what Jen would think if she knew how I felt. I was confused and exhausted from the intense dream and orgasm, so I fell back asleep with my thoughts in turmoil.

But now it was early morning and Kylie was riding my cock and this definitely wasn't a dream.

As I reviewed all the strange things that had happened, it finally clicked. Kylie and Jen had planned this all out. Jen had dropped hints before about how much Kylie liked me, and Kylie had always been super friendly, touching my arm and giving me playful kisses. Jen's coded language that "I might be a little lonely" and that Kylie and I should "have some fun together" was giving me permission. And when Kylie took the initiative to show up practically naked in my bedroom, she probably thought that was all it would take to get me in bed. But I was too blind to see it. Fortunately, Kylie didn't give up, and she didn't wait for me to make a move. She took charge and didn't look back.

It was clear that Kylie wanted this, and now I knew that Jen did too. As I watched Kylie continue to work my cock with her pussy, I was overcome with multiple emotions, among them gratitude for Jen's generosity and relief that this was not only ok, it was what all of us wanted.

With that, my long-suppressed lust for Kylie burst into full flower. I reached again for Kylie's tits and squeezed just a little tighter and my cock found a new level of hardness that I hadn't felt in years. Kylie felt it too, her eyes opening wide in astonishment and searching mine to understand what was happening. With our eyes locked as if we never again wanted to look at anyone else, Kylie started to slow her movements, each thrust become more sinuous, more writhing. I stopped caressing her tits and just held them, each nipple between a thumb and forefinger that I tightened ever so slightly with every pulse of her body. Finally she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer and couldn't even breathe as her body went into a series of long convulsions, possessed by an uncontrollable force, her beautiful hair tossing every which way, her legs clenching tightly and her pussy even tighter, until she collapsed on top of me, heaving and gasping for breath.

As her breathing calmed and slowed, I remained motionless, my cock still deep inside her, feeling her pussy pulsating. I brought my hand to her head, running it through her hair, caressing her neck and her back and that amazing ass. I wondered if she would fall asleep that way, after such an intense workout. But then she stirred. She guided both of my hands down to her ass and gave a little push, propelling my cock back into the deepest part of her pussy. When I felt her tighten again, I knew that she was not done.

As she continued to lie on me, her tits squeezed against my chest and her hair in my face, I started to thrust my hips, moving slowly in and out of her. Her breath began to quicken again as I increased the depth and the frequency of my thrusts. I could tell that I was going to come before long but I wanted this feeling to continue forever. I willed myself to hold on as I kept thrusting deeply, listening to Kylie's moans and wondering if she could come again.

Finally I could not hold on any longer. With two hands tightly grabbing Kylie's ass, I pulled her hard as I thrust my cock as deep into her pussy as it could go, and then held it there as I pumped load after load of cum into her. That last thrust simultaneously pushed Kylie over the edge into another orgasm, but this time her whole body went rigid and shook from head to toe, her legs quivering fiercely and her hands clenching my shoulders so tightly that I could still see finger marks on them days later. We were joined as one body, unable to stop pumping and quivering for what seemed like a lifetime. I think we may both have lost consciousness momentarily, so intense was the moment.

We lay still once again, each of us breathing heavily, our skin beaded with sweat, the sweet smell of sex pervading the air and my cock still swimming in Kylie's wonderful wet pussy. I started to stroke Kylie's hair and back again and marveled at how lucky I was to have a wife so in tune with my desires and a niece so hot and so eager to share her body with me.

I was suddenly sad to remember that she was going away for a long time and I had no idea when I would see her again, let alone when -- or if -- we would be together sexually. Was this a "one and done" deal? I sure hoped not.

Just then my alarm went off. Kylie's flight was in less than two hours and we both needed to get ready. But Kylie hit the snooze button and remained motionless on top of me. I wondered if she was thinking about canceling the trip to stay here with me. A few minutes later, she slowly raised her head and brought her face to mine with a meaningful look that conveyed deep longing and maybe a touch of sadness. She gave me a light kiss, her lips lingering on mine, then rolled off me and went to shower.

As we put her bag in the car and drove to the airport, neither of us said a word. I realized we hadn't spoken at all since the night before, letting our eyes and our faces, our hands and our bodies do all the talking this morning. After a while Kylie reached out to touch my arm and I took her hand in mine for the last few minutes of the drive. At the curb, we faced each other, still not talking until she broke the silence. "Thanks for the ride, Uncle Mark," she said with a wan smile. I smiled back as best I could, my eyes beginning to fill with tears of gratitude. She took my face in her hands and gave me a long, full-mouthed kiss, then turned and left, pulling her suitcase behind her and not looking back.