Great sex with my friend's niece

A beautiful autumn sunset, with pink and pearly hues, enveloped us on the way back. We were returning from a wedding by car and I was the one driving. The niece of one of my best friends ever was in the passenger seat. And where was my friend? Well, lying in the back seat snoring like a gorilla. What a mess he had become, the guy… His younger brother had married his long-time girlfriend and, after the event, the couple had rented a cocktail bar to continue the party until the early hours of the morning. And that was where we were heading.

Unfortunately, I had to work during the day, so I couldn't go to the ceremony. I had to settle for joining when the reception was over, with the party and the corresponding drunkenness of the guests already well underway. For that reason I had taken my own car. The reception had been held in a restaurant located about 25 km from our city of residence and, as I was going to be late no matter what, I didn't mind taking it too much. Bad on my part, but it is true that I succumbed to the social norm of making use of the open bar and I had a couple of drinks before getting back in the car. I was in perfect condition, but I was convinced that if the police stopped me and made me blow, they would surely fine me.

Isabel, my friend's niece and also the newlywed's niece, was taking advantage of the trip to primp herself in the parasol mirror. The usual: a little mascara here, a little lipstick there... She was gorgeous and also had a great body, so I don't think she needed to keep touching up her makeup. But you know, at a wedding you have to try to look your best. At least until dinner time.

I don't mind admitting that, from time to time, I glanced at her generous cleavage, which hid breasts that were difficult to grasp with the hands. Breasts that, despite their prodigious size, were immune to the effects of gravity. Blessed youth.

"You're staying a while, aren't you?" he asked me as he returned the parasol to its usual place.

—That's the idea.

"And what do we do with this one?" he asked again, looking toward the back seat, where the snoring machine was working at full blast.

“Maybe we should take him home,” I suggested, after checking on my friend.

—Okay, but then to the bar, right?

—Then to the bar —I confirmed.

She stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes, inherited from her mother, who, by the way, also had a great body and equally voluminous breasts. Luckily, genetics, always capricious and unpredictable, had dictated that the daughter resembled her and not her father, who looked like a humped orangutan.

Without warning and without taking her eyes off me for a moment, Isabel placed her left hand on the inside of my thigh and began to move her hand slowly towards my crotch.

—What are you doing, Isa?

—What do you think?

Of course, she had drunk a lot more alcohol than I had and her words were a little slurred, but I can attest that she was fully aware of what she was doing. I remembered how happy she had been to see me show up at the last minute and that, in the short time that we were able to meet in the restaurant's party room, she had been flirting with me in a shameless way. Glances, touches, the occasional furtive rub...

—Isabel… I'm driving… —I warned her, while her hand grabbed my package over my suit pants.

"It's a highway," he said, dismissing my words. "Ufffff! You're having a hard time with it."

With astonishing skill, she undid my belt buckle, unzipped my pants, and in no time at all had my cock in her hand. She didn't wait a second to begin gently masturbating me.

"You have it so warm..." she commented while biting her lip and running her thumb in circles over my glans.

—Isabel, fuck, your uncle is right there —I warned her again, although without much conviction. My cock was beginning to reach a considerable size thanks to her delicate caresses.

I glanced quickly towards the backseat because, holy crap, his uncle, the groom's brother, my lifelong friend, was right there. Very drunk, very sleepy and snoring like a walrus with tonsils, but present in the same vehicle, nonetheless.

"You know as well as I do that he's not going to wake up," she said calmly as she watched him turn his torso to inspect the drunk. In fact, she was so calm that she even quickened the pace of her handjob.

—Yeah, but, fuck…

—Shall we stop? So I can suck you off.

“But this girl?” I thought, perplexed by the unexpected situation. I was amazed by the boldness with which my colleague’s niece was acting.

"Isabel, he could be your father," I said, my mouth already small.

—I'm 19 years old, Raul... And don't you want to cum in this little mouth? —she said, pointing to her parted lips with her free hand.

Damn, this girl. She was so direct. And how hot she had made me just by the image of my penis spilling semen on her tongue.

My feverish mind did not want to discern whether it had been a rhetorical question or not, but the truth is that I was not able to answer anything. I was so surprised and intimidated that I could only remain silent.

—Either you stop the car somewhere, or I'll suck your cock while you drive, it's up to you —she warned me while she continued to masturbate me with increasing vigor.

—Okay, okay… —I agreed, as my breathing began to increase in intensity—. But let go of my cock already, because we're going to have an accident in the end.

For the first time and without setting a precedent, Isabel followed my instructions and released my cock, which had become hard as a mast.

She didn't let go of my penis for anything though. She had no intention of staying still on the seat, far from it. So, without further ado, she took her tits out over her dress and started touching them with both hands.

"Do you like them?" he said in a sensual tone. "Will you put that nice cock between them?"

—Wow, Isabel. Stop, please.

I was getting a heart attack. And not only that. I was having trouble concentrating on the road. If only for road safety, I had to stop the car as soon as I had the chance. I absolutely had to.

However, I was still amazed. How could it be possible that this little girl who just a few years ago was running around the park, playing with her jump rope and asking us to buy her candy, was making advances like this? Well, making advances wasn't the right word. Especially since she had already been wagging her cock for a while and, on top of that, she was undressing inside the car, uttering all kinds of dirty things taken from the brief script of a porn movie.

As she was lifting her dress, apparently ready to insert her fingers into her pussy, a rest area appeared. Of course, I didn't hesitate for a moment and stopped right there.

—Finally! —she exclaimed.

Seeking discretion and to get away from any prying eyes, I parked the car at the back of a parking lot, under some metal roofs, in an area that was not very well lit. Without allowing me to turn off the engine, Isabel lunged at my mouth and we began to kiss passionately for a few seconds. Our tongues intertwined and moved restlessly within the space created by our lips. Her hand searched for my penis, with my glans sticking out of my pants. My hands went to her breasts, still outside her dress.

—Wait, wait —I paused, aware of what I was doing, where I was doing it, and who I was doing it with—. I keep reminding you that your uncle is behind you.

—Let's go outside then. Good blowjobs are given on your knees.

“My God, what a slut this girl is,” I thought again, shocked by the foul language she was using. At what age was she supposed to have first put a cock in her mouth?

He was still a bit confused. And horny. Very horny.

We both got out of the car and he literally pushed me against one of the back doors making quite a bit of noise. Leaning on my back, I turned my head and looked towards the window, right where his uncle was dozing. He hadn't noticed anything.

—Don't worry, Raul. I tell you that even if a bomb explodes next door, he won't wake up. I have dinner with him every Christmas Eve and I know how he gets —she argued with complete confidence.

I thought we would kiss for a while longer, continuing the dynamics inside the vehicle. In fact, I really wanted to lick and fondle those beautiful tits. But, once again, Isabel surprised me when, without saying a word, she bent down in front of my package and pulled down both my pants and boxers to my ankles.

My rock-hard cock sprang up like a spring and hit her chin, eliciting a very funny giggle from her. I watched as she took a couple of seconds to look at it from just a few inches away and lick her lips all by herself. She took it with both hands and began to jerk me off while licking the head of the cock, as if she were enjoying a sweet ice cream cone. Then she slowly put it in her mouth almost to the end and pulled it out again, emitting a soft moan at the end. She did this several times and I could tell she was gauging how far she could swallow my cock without choking. And I assure you that her upturned nose was touching my pubis.

"It's so nice to have your hair up, man," she said suddenly, thinking out loud.

And after that comment, which made perfect sense for the task she was going to perform, she grabbed my balls with one hand, put my cock back in her mouth, and then, yes, she began to suck with relish, with desire, as if she hadn't had a bite to eat in a month.

From my position, in addition to my meat stick appearing and disappearing randomly from inside her oral cavity, I had a wonderful view of her breasts, which had been left outside her dress, orphaned of attention. I took advantage and lowered both hands to touch and knead them to my liking. I was not in a comfortable position for such a maneuver, but I managed to reach her nipples and pinched them subtly at first, and applying pressure a moment later. She reacted to my stimuli by moaning more loudly. The skin surrounding her areolas was smooth and turgid, young, desirable. I really wanted to eat them whole but, given the eagerness with which she was devouring my penis, let's see who was the handsome one who would take the candy from her mouth. So I let her do it.

At one point, while I was enjoying the blowjob with my head slightly tilted back and eyes closed, she pulled my cock out of her mouth, quickly stood up and opened the passenger door. She dug into her tiny wedding bag and grabbed her phone. She then activated the video recording mode and offered it to me.

—Record me.

-Sorry?

Now I was really freaking out. And not only because of the tremendous blowjob that this girl, who had just left her teens, was giving me, but also because I wanted to immortalize the moment.

—Record me —he insisted.

—But, Isabel… —I hesitated.

“Is this situation really real?” I asked myself.

—Just record me, okay? —she insisted again, totally convinced.

We stayed there for a few moments looking into each other's eyes. She was waiting for an answer, I was considering it. And obviously, at that point, my libido answered for me. I needed to cum on or inside that girl.

—Okay, if that’s what you want…

She, after showing me a wide and bright smile, gave me a peck on the lips, squatted down again and continued sucking my cock with even more enthusiasm than before.

I started to focus on her from my overhead position while she was giving me instructions, like a film director: “Now put the phone like this”, “Now like this, while I suck your balls”, “Now hit me in the face with your cock” and some other niceties. She looked like the typical video cameraman in a typical porn video who gets a blowjob while filming the scene in first person. It was a bit shocking. I couldn’t believe that she was only 19 years old. That made me think about the number of cocks she had devoured throughout her short life. And given the professional way she sucked, I had no doubt that she had improved her technique thanks to watching porn. In short, the girl sucked like a true master of fellatio.

And she did it so well that if she kept applying that suction power for a while longer, with or without video recording, it wouldn't take me too long to cum.

—Isa… if you continue like this…

Hearing me say that, she stopped dead, pulled my cock out of her mouth with a funny sound, and looked at me with both her brow and her lips furrowed.

—Not yet. You still have to fuck me.

She sucked my cock nine or ten more times, as if she wanted to keep the taste on her palate, and immediately got up.

After giving her back her phone, she rolled up her gorgeous electric blue wedding dress to her waist and, to my surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"I took off my thong before getting in the car," she confessed, winking at me.

At that very moment I realized the exact reason why Isabel had not wanted to board the bus hired by the newlyweds to return from the restaurant with the rest of the guests. She had had this plan prepared from the beginning. It was all premeditated. An obvious plot.

And then, at that very moment, after receiving that new information, my head short-circuited. From the deepest part of my brain, the pig inside me emerged and I allowed it to take control of the situation. Without qualms. Without prudence. Without moderation.

"Come here," I said with a certain authoritative tone.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down, forcing her to bend over again. Without even asking permission, I stuck my cock in her mouth almost to her throat, which she acknowledged with a guttural moan and rolling her eyes. I placed my hands on either side of her head and she, reading the situation perfectly, did the same by grabbing my buttocks. Then I began to fuck her mouth. As far as it would go. Without mercy. I didn't care at all. Her nose collided with my pubis. My balls against her chin. Every time my glans reached the back of her throat, she gave me moans of pleasure, giving me the opportunity to pump more power into my thrusts. I saw how the drool fell on her breasts, sliding down her little channel, but I didn't detect any hint of gagging on her part. And if there was, Isabel tolerated it really well. From the volume of my snorts and his intense moans, it was obvious that we were both having a great time.

When I thought that the girl had had enough meat in her mouth, although she had not yet reached the point of having an incipient orgasm like I had a few minutes before, I lifted her by the armpits, leaned her against the car with her back to me and forced her to stick her ass out.

—Now you're not saying anything, are you, slut? —I whispered in her ear after standing behind her and positioning my saliva-covered cock between her buttocks.

"Fuck me, please," she replied almost begging, accepting her new role in that obscene sexual encounter.

Of course, I didn't intend to wait to stick my stake in her, but seeing those beautiful, shapely legs, that firm, round ass and that tight, completely shaved pussy, my body asked me to postpone penetration for a while to bend down and lick the area thoroughly.

I made her turn around, facing me, and I began to eat her little slit in a thousand ways. Sometimes I would run my tongue flat, making her feel the slight roughness of my papillae; other times I would put it inside her as far as I could and move it in circles; other times I would run it over her lips, both internal and external; or other times I would entertain myself by massaging and sucking her clitoris; and all of this, while I alternated the movement of my fingers, rhythmically piercing her or hooking her to find her most hidden and carnal spot. Judging by her moans of pleasure, my mouth and my hand were doing an impeccable job. The truth is that I was in heaven feeling how Isabel was enjoying herself and I didn't want to stop for anything in the world. I wanted to continue tasting her little pussy to the last consequences. Until I made her explode in my mouth.

And after barely two minutes, when her moans could be heard miles away and were lost in the darkness of the night that, minute by minute, was enveloping us, I felt her legs begin to tremble and her vulva throb on my tongue. Immediately after, her moans turned into muffled screams and my mouth became extremely wet. I was reaching climax.

Despite this, I didn't move away from her sex even a bit. I held her belly while I tried to control her spasms and thus allow her to cum comfortably. Isabel moaned and breathed raggedly while her blessed fluids impregnated my nose, my lips and my cheeks. At the same time, I felt some of her juices slide towards my neck and, therefore, my brand new shirt. I didn't mind at all. It was what I was looking for and how delicious it tasted.

After such cunnilingus, I stood up and sucked her tits for a short time. I loved those breasts and those hard pink nipples, but I wasn't going to make her suffer any more. Or myself either. I immediately turned around and, standing behind her as I had done before, I placed my cock between her buttocks again.

“Do you have any condoms?” I asked, as I moved up and down, jerking off with his ass.

"I'm on the pill," she assured as she turned her head towards me with her complexion flushed after the orgasm she had had.

“Message received,” I thought, figuratively rubbing my hands together.

And not even five seconds later, my cock was already lodged deep inside her womb. I didn't feel like playing with my penis at her entrance, as I like to do to make the woman on duty a little desperate. I wanted her to feel my swollen cock throbbing inside her from the first minute.

So I started fucking her with rhythm and energy. The same balls that had previously hit her chin were now slapping against her ass in a rhythmic sound, like someone clapping their hands. I love that sound. And even more so listening to Isabel moan and moan with each push I gave her. Apart from giving her a few moderate slaps on the ass, I alternated between grabbing her hips when I wanted to apply more force and caressing her beautiful tits when I wanted to have fun and stimulate that other erogenous zone. I couldn't remember the last time someone made me so horny.

She was also unleashed and, between moans and screams of pleasure, she said things to me like: "hit me harder", "destroy me, bastard" or "are you going to give me your cum?" She even made a back and forth movement with her hips so that my cock would reach even deeper.

At that moment I didn't feel like saying anything. I was concentrating on penetrating that lush and exquisite pussy. On enjoying how tight and wet it was. And on trying to make her cum as many times as possible.

I was absorbed in observing her anus. Just as tight and as appetizing as her pussy, or more so. As I was in total filth mode, while I continued fucking her, I moved my index finger closer and began to play with the outline. Seeing that she didn't object, I tried to introduce it, just the tip of the finger.

Then Isabel turned her head, looked at me silently and gave me a half smile, letting me know that I had her consent to explore that orifice.

I didn't want to give her a chance to back out, so I slowly inserted my finger into her rectum until it was all the way in. She gasped when that happened, but I didn't hear any complaints. So, trying to keep things in sync, I continued to drill her with my cock in her vagina and my finger in her anus. She couldn't stop screaming with joy at the double penetration. But at that point, I decided to go a little further.

Once I noticed that my finger was going in and out of her with ease, I pulled it out along with my cock and placed my glans at the entrance to her anus. Seeing that she didn't object to it either, I slowly applied pressure.

"It's my first time," Isabel revealed, although it didn't seem like a denial.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked with fleeting common sense, momentarily putting my perverted side to one side.

—No, no… Please continue…

—So relax. I promise I'll do it gently.

Little by little, millimeter by millimeter, my glans made its way into her narrowest and most secret hole until it crossed the threshold, at which point Isabel let out a scream closer to pain than pleasure.

"It's burning," he complained.

I didn't answer her anymore. I just continued to insert my cock very gently into her rectum until I managed to reach the end, when my pubis met her buttocks. She was gasping for breath in pain and I noticed how she was biting her fist to mitigate it. What the girl was doing was commendable.

Holding on to her hips, I decided to stay inside, motionless, trying to calm her down so that she and her ass would get used to my meat pole. After a few seconds, when I realized that her anus was already sufficiently dilated, I began to move slowly, going in and out, wanting her to feel every centimeter of cock that ran through her interior. I gradually increased the speed of penetration until I noticed how her moans were changing register. What had previously been guessed as moans of pain were mutating into moans of pleasure. And Isabel let me know.

—God… Raúl… this is something else…

I loved the naturalness with which she conveyed her opinions while my cock pierced her anus. The first of her life. One that she will undoubtedly always remember.

—Now you're going to fuck me hard, aren't you? —she asked rhetorically as she turned her head towards me once more and looked at me with a slutty face.

I curse you! How this fucking girl turned me on. The way she talked, the way she looked at me… phew…

"Is that what you want?" I asked, also rhetorically, of course.

—Yes… please… burst me…

Said and done. I started pumping her asshole like there was no tomorrow. No mercy. No compassion. I had given her pussy a hard time and I was ready to do the same to her ever-widening asshole. I'm not sure I would be able to sit comfortably in the days to come, but the pig had taken control again and I really didn't care at that moment.

I was fucking her like hell. I don't even know how many times she came, but I'm sure she had 3 or 4 orgasms in a row. I think that day, the day of her uncle's wedding, besides losing her ass virginity, she had discovered that she was multi-orgasmic. And anally, too. Her legs were shaking so much that, on some occasions, I had to hold her tightly so that she wouldn't fall face downwards. But I continued with my thing. A continuous shaking looking for my own end.

And it wouldn't take long for her to show up. After another short while of pounding her anus and drawing more and more screams of satisfaction from her, when I could already feel my ejaculation approaching, I slowed down the frenetic rhythm of my hips. To be honest, I wouldn't have minded stuffing her ass like a cream puff, but for some reason I had a feeling that Isabel would want my cum somewhere else. And what the hell! I wanted to empty my balls into her pristine little mouth. So, even though I knew the answer, I asked her.

—Where do you want it?

—In… the… mouth… —he managed to stammer.

I continued fucking her ass a little longer and I already felt myself cumming.

—Well, turn around, because he's coming.

—Wait, wait —she turned around for a moment to give me the phone again, which she had been holding in her hand the whole time I was penetrating her in both holes—. I want you to record this.

I didn't ask any more questions, neither to her nor to myself. Why? If the girl wanted to have a memory of the exact moment when my semen flooded her mouth, I was delighted. The result was going to be the same.

I then pulled out of her with a slight empty sound, like someone uncorking a bottle of wine for the second time, and she quickly turned around and got on her knees in front of my cock. She then grabbed her tits with one hand, enhancing them, and grabbed my cock with the other with the sole intention of milking me.

She opened her mouth as wide as possible, stuck out her tongue and placed my glans on it.

—Give me all your milk… —she asked in a real porn actress voice, first looking at me and then looking at the camera.

My cock, which was already taking a lot of work in that tight little ass, only needed a couple of wiggles to start leaking semen.

The first shot came out with force and stained the surface of her tongue white. She moaned to receive that first hot semen and I groaned to give it to her. As I masturbated, jet after jet, her oral cavity was visibly filled. Each time a new load spilled into her mouth, she responded with a moan of extreme pleasure. She had closed her eyes and was squeezing her tits with her free hand. I think that, if she had had a third hand, she would have fingered herself as well. Given the intensity with which she enjoyed receiving milk, it was clear that it was not the first time she had done it. Nor the second. Nor the third… In fact, it was very likely that close to a liter of semen had already passed through that throat. And I, like a good Samaritan, was also contributing to filling her stomach with that liquid that she appreciated so much.

When she thought that no more thick liquid would come out of my penis, she closed her mouth to reorganize the accumulated semen and showed it to the camera. After that, she played with it for a few seconds and immediately swallowed it, emulating the sound of someone who has taken a sip of cold water.

"Delicious," he declared as he used his index finger to pick up a small amount of semen that had remained on his upper lip and brought it to his mouth.

Knowing I hadn't stopped filming, she grabbed my cock again and squeezed it several times to extract every last drop of my nectar, dragging it with her tongue every time something appeared. She licked my cock for another minute until it was completely shiny. And thank goodness she stopped, because if she had kept sucking, I would have gotten into the mood again.

"So, let's go to the bar, shall we?" she asked as she stood up and put her dress back in place.

I was still amazed at her naturalness. I had just fucked her everywhere, having tried out her little ass, I had cum in her mouth and we had also recorded it with her mobile phone. And to make matters worse, in the parking lot of a service area on a highway and with her uncle asleep inside the car. But she treated him normally, like someone who goes down to buy bread.

—Yes, but you have to leave your uncle at home —I reminded him.

—True, I almost forgot —she laughed, repositioning her breasts inside the dress.

I started the car and headed back to the cocktail bar, where all the wedding guests were supposed to be already. I looked back and saw my friend snoring in the same position he was in when his niece and I got out of the car. In the end, Isabel was right and he didn't wake up.

Silently, I watched as Isabel fiddled with the screen of her phone while licking the palm of her right hand. It was clear that not all of my milky load had landed directly in her mouth and, like a kitten, she was cleaning the last remnant off her skin. Inevitably, my cock jumped again watching that sequence.

Suddenly, I heard a video playing on his phone. He was watching the recording we had just made.

“It turned out great. Thank you!” he said with genuine joy.

"You're welcome, Isabel," I replied, unable to help but laugh. This girl never ceased to amaze me.

—My friends will be jealous when I show them…