1. VACATION IN THE WOODS


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    nothing to do. I’m bored!” So much for decompressing. My much needed vacation hadn’t even started and already it promised to be a disaster. At the appointed time, I was at his apartment with my Suburban loaded down with fishing rods, life vests, booze, food, beer, more food, more booze, as well as my clothes and towing my dad’s aluminum john-boat behind. By that time I had calmed down, rationalized the situation and actually convinced myself that we were going to have a good time. Clyde came out with a single backpack and with Cassie in tow. Clyde managed a smile but she appeared to be half asl**p. She was dressed in an oversized black Harley-Davidson t-shirt with the arms cut out and wearing pink flip-flops. With her hair a mess and her makeup smeared, she looked like she’d had a hard night. Without saying a word, she crawled in the back seat, lay down and went back to sl**p. With her arm lifted over her head to block the sun, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of half a tit through the large hole where the arms of the t-shirt once were; and the way the shirt rode up her hip... Jesus! I was expecting Clyde to go back and get more stuff, but the single knapsack was all he had for himself and his daughter for the two weeks in the woods. Whatever. We had barely gotten started when Clyde insisted we stop for coffee at a Quickee-Go. I pulled into the lot and Clyde hopped out and ran inside. Me, I took the opportunity to check out Cassie sprawled out u*********s in the backseat. I ...
    know I shouldn’t have ogled the k**, but hell, I couldn’t help but to take a look. Besides, despite my boner, I really couldn’t see anything. One thing was certain though, she was definitely braless and from the amount of hip showing, it didn’t appear that she panties on either. I craned my neck to get a better look but all too soon her father was back with two black coffees and bag of greasy sausage rolls. By the time we hit the main highway, Clyde had taken maybe three sips of his coffee before he was asl**p. I made the entire four-hour drive to cabin without anyone to converse with. Thank god for talk radio! At least I didn’t have to endure four hours of, “Are we there yet? When are going to get there? I need to go to bathroom. Are we there yet?” When I turned off the main road and onto a gravel road, both Clyde and his daughter seemed to come to life again. “Where are we?” I heard her groggily ask. “We’re almost there, sweetie,” her father replied with a yawn. “I guess.” “Okay, but where are we?” “We’re going to a cabin in the woods for a few days with Mr. Ron.” Wearily she replied, “Oh, okay,” accepting what her father told her. I thought, ‘He didn’t tell her we were headed out for the sticks?’ Apparently not. He’d just hustled her off. Surprise! As we got closer and closer to the cabin, the road got worse and worse and both my companions were wide awake. Every time we hit a particularly rough patch of road, Cassie started screaming followed by her laughter. The road was in ...
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