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R@riverglass9·8 min·Mar 25

Voyeur's Reward

Since the college options in my small hometown were limited, my parents decided to send me to a bigger city to pursue my studies. I was thrilled about the change - I think I really needed it. They arranged for me to live with my dad's brother, Uncle Mark, so I packed my bags and left home to continue my education. When I arrived, everything seemed kind of dull - not what I'd imagined. I ended up staying inside most of the time, watching TV. The house was gorgeous, though - spacious, with a huge backyard that's where it all started. I loved sunbathing in the yard. I'd head out in a tiny bikini, slather on some tanning oil, and sip a soda. That's when I noticed someone watching me - Uncle Mark. He never missed a chance to sneak a peek. At first, I thought he was nuts - his wife, Aunt Lisa, is stunning - but then, with a little mischief on my part, I started to enjoy the attention. I'd leave the bathroom door cracked when I showered, and just knowing he was there got me going. I'd run my hands over my chest, my hips, lathering up slow, lifting a leg so he could see everything. I'd catch him practically drooling out of the corner of my eye, and I loved it. Later, I let him watch me change in the mornings, and honestly, I never worried about Aunt Lisa catching on. After all that teasing, I decided to give him a little treat. I set the stage - door ajar, me sprawled naked on the bed. When I sensed him there, the show began. I spread my legs - I'm completely shaved, not a hair on me - and started touching myself like crazy. One finger, then two, I was so turned on. Then I flipped over, got on all fours, and while still working myself with one hand, I wet a finger with the other and slowly slid it into my back door. It felt amazing - I had an incredible orgasm, collapsed exhausted, and passed out. I kept it up, later with some toys I'd bought online, but it started getting old. One afternoon, while he was spying, I jumped up, flung the door wide, and said, "Come in and help me." I told him he could assist but not touch me. I got on all fours, sticking my rear right up to his face, handed him a toy, and said, "Put it in." He grabbed it and shoved it in fast - it felt so good - and I told him to move it as much as he could. Then I gave him another one for my backside. He went too hard at first, and it hurt, so I turned and said, "Slow down, be gentle." He eased up, working both toys deep inside me. The one in the back went so far it felt like it hit my core, filling me up. After a while, I had an explosive orgasm - I screamed like wild - then pulled him by the arm to the door, kissed his forehead, said goodbye, and shut it. Two days later, I let him in again for the same routine. I liked watching him, then I'd kick him out. Eventually, I followed him and saw him head to his bathroom to finish himself off. The third time, after I'd climaxed, he started for the door, but I said, "Wait." I tossed a pillow at his feet, knelt on it, unzipped his pants, and pulled him out. He was rock-hard and dripping. I flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting him, then took him deep into my throat, feeling him pulse. I went at it like a maniac, then lifted him up and sucked on his balls, one at a time, still stroking him. I teased the tip with my tongue until he twitched - I knew what was coming. I opened wide, and he shot a thick stream right into my mouth. I swallowed what I could, but there was so much he finished on my face and chest. When he was done, I cleaned him off with my mouth, stood up, smiled, kissed his forehead again, said he'd earned it, and walked him out. Sadly, he left for a business trip a few days later, leaving me with Aunt Lisa. She seemed off, so I asked what was wrong. She brushed it off but invited me out with her friends that night. We drank too much, and on the way home, loosened up by the booze, she snapped, "Your uncle's a pig." I asked why. She spilled that he's always pushing her to make dirty videos or have sex with other people - preferably guys - while he watches her go down on them. She asked what I thought. With a sly grin, I said it didn't sound so bad - just experiences, right? Days passed, Uncle Mark came back, and we picked up our games. Then my boyfriend, Jake, called from my hometown, saying he'd visit. I asked my aunt and uncle if he could stay. Uncle Mark wasn't thrilled, but Aunt Lisa said sure, he could use the guest room. When Jake arrived, I told him everything about Uncle Mark - we're super open. He laughed and said Aunt Lisa was hot and he'd love a shot with her. I just shoved him playfully. One afternoon, Jake and I were fooling around in my room when I noticed Uncle Mark watching. I asked Jake if we should invite him in. He said yes without hesitation. I got up, opened the door, and told Uncle Mark to join us. And that's how it happened. Suddenly, I was on the bed, switching between two guys while they groped me all over. I climbed on Uncle Mark, riding him hard, while Jake stood in front of me, letting me work him with my mouth. Then they took turns with me from behind. It was wild - Jake lay down, I rode him, sucking Uncle Mark off, then begged Uncle Mark to take me from behind. He got into position and pushed in slow. Double-teamed, I lost it, coming five times. But it got too intense - I was sore everywhere. I told them to pull out, and like some porn star, I went after them both, letting them cum all over my face, chest, and mouth. Covered in sweat and their mess, I passed out, dead tired, until morning. Next day at breakfast, the three of us just smirked at each other. It was Sunday. Aunt Lisa said she was visiting family and would be back later. Jake and Uncle Mark plopped on the couch with beers to watch football. I went out to sunbathe like usual. When I came back in, still in my bikini, they both grinned at me. I walked over, knelt between them, carefully pulled them out, and started going to town, nice and slow. I was between Uncle Mark's legs when Jake got behind me and slid in. We were mid-action when Uncle Mark's face froze. I turned - Aunt Lisa was standing there, watching. I tried to pull away, but she yelled, "Stay right there! " She stripped down, said, "Excuse me, " and wedged between Uncle Mark's legs, going down on him. Then she told me to help her out. We kept at it for a while. She told Jake to stand, grabbed him, and swallowed him whole, glaring at Uncle Mark, asking if he liked seeing his wife act like a slut. Still sore from the day before, I backed off to a couch alone. Aunt Lisa went wild, devouring both of them. She climbed on the couch, told Jake to take her from behind, and he did - she winced at first, then moved with him. Suddenly, she switched to Uncle Mark, lowering herself onto him, legs spread wide, showing everything. She rode him like a pro, and I couldn't help touching myself watching her. She grabbed Jake, pulled him close, and took them both at once, looking like she'd never done it before. She begged them to cum in her mouth. They pulled out, aimed, and drenched her - she swallowed it all, ravenous, until it was over. Jake went home after that. Aunt Lisa started inviting friends over for her and Uncle Mark - once even five guys plus him. They'd ask me to join sometimes, but I was done. I missed those private afternoons with Uncle Mark.

AAnonymous·6 min·Mar 17

Strangers in the Bus

There I was, in the dead of night, riding a "night owl" bus home after dinner with some friends. I'd had a few drinks, and rather than risk a crash - a friendly reminder to never drink and drive - or a breathalyzer bust with a hefty fine, I opted for public transit. I'd grab my car in the morning. The bus was deserted, the streets pitch-black, and the driver was a burly guy with a scowl that could curdle milk. We rolled through the city until, out of nowhere, he pulled over. I wandered up to ask what was up, and he snapped that it was a shift change - wait it out or call a cab if I was in a hurry. Grumbling, I slumped into the back seat, resigned to the delay. Half an hour dragged by, no sign of anyone, until she showed up... A tall, freckled girl stepped aboard and asked if the bus was running or headed to the depot. I told her it was still in service, just waiting on a new driver. She thanked me, plopped down beside me, and after a few quiet minutes, we started chatting - anything to kill the boredom. Her name was Lily, a graphic design student. She'd been out with friends, but the night had soured. She confessed she'd had a rough time - drama with a friend who'd been eyeing the guy she liked. Then the tears came. She'd caught them making out, slapped them both, and stormed off. Before I could say much, she threw her arms around me. I hugged her back, and we sat there in silence for a bit. Finally, the new driver showed up, and the bus lurched forward. We still had a ways to go - turns out Lily lived just a few blocks from me. She stayed pressed against me, then looked up and pecked my cheek, thanking me for listening when she needed to vent. I brushed her tears away, told her no thanks were necessary - that's what strangers-turned-friends are for. She cracked a smile at that, then leaned in and kissed me - a quick peck at first, followed by a deeper, hungrier one. She shifted closer, her hand grazing my thigh, then brushing my crotch as she ran her fingers along my side. I went with it, sliding my hand up her back, unhooking her bra under her shirt - tricky, but I managed - and tracing down to her tight, round ass under a short leather skirt. Things heated up fast, our touches growing bolder, less subtle. I unbuttoned her top, nudged her bra aside, and latched onto her small, pink nipples - perky little peaks on pale, soft breasts that felt like heaven to tease. As I worked them, Lily unzipped me, freeing my dick, and started stroking, letting out soft moans, urging me to nibble gently - she loved it. We caught the driver sneaking glances in the rearview, and it only fueled us. Lily slid back beside me, bent down, and peppered my cock with quick, sweet kisses - tip to base. Then she dragged her tongue up the reverse path, lingering to suck my balls before gliding back to the head. With a sudden move, she took me deep, swallowing me whole. I nearly lost it - her warm breath washing over me, sending shivers of pleasure I'd never felt before. My balls tightened, but I wasn't ready to finish - it was her turn. I told her to stand. Slipping off her lacy blue thong, she got on all fours in front of me. I dove between her thighs, lapping at a neatly trimmed patch of blonde curls. She lowered herself slightly, letting me devour her fully, while I kneaded her breasts with one hand. The bus swayed, making it awkward, but we didn't care. I parted her lips, plunged my tongue inside, tasting her sweetness with every lick, nudging her clit with my nose. Her moans grew louder, less restrained, driving me wild - my erection throbbing harder by the second. After a few more minutes, swirling from her slit to her clit, she came - trembling, gasping - but we weren't done. Still quivering, Lily pounced, kissing me fiercely. She straddled me, legs wide, guiding my cock along her wet folds - not inside, just teasing, shuddering when our sensitive spots met. Then, without hands, she eased down, taking me in inch by inch until I was buried deep. We both sighed, eyes shut, as she started riding - slow at first, our lips locked, tongues tangling. As she picked up speed, our kisses turned sloppy, laced with groans. Her warmth coated me, slick and easy, our rhythm syncing perfectly. My balls slapped against her firm cheeks, her tits bouncing in my face. I caught them with my mouth, nipping lightly - she grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. We kept going, lost in it, until she came again - a shuddering, glorious mess. Her juices trickled down me, her heat seeping into my skin, and I was close too. She whispered she wanted it on her nipples. With a swift move, she hopped off, pressed her breasts around me, and worked me with a mind-blowing titjob - squeezing, sliding, occasionally flicking the tip with her tongue. When I couldn't hold back, she aimed me at her chest, and I unloaded - streams of cum painting her nipples as I collapsed, spent. Our stop was close, so she wiped off, and we dressed. A few minutes later, we reached it. As we headed for the door, the driver called out - jerking himself off, grinning, begging us to ride his shift again, loving the "show." Lily and I burst out laughing, bolted off the bus, and left him to finish alone. That night, we went our separate ways, but other nights? We crashed together, exploring a whole lot more...