1. VACATION IN THE WOODS


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

    and silence descended over the little cabin in the woods, leaving me wondering and endlessly abusing myself. Finally I convinced myself that maybe I had it all wrong, but twenty minutes later the sounds began again. Slipping out of my bed, I silently went out into the main room of the cabin. The sounds continued. They were definitely coming from the loft. Silently I crept up the stairs to get a peek and maybe debunk my basest thoughts. Near the top of the landing and peering cautiously over the landing lest I be discovered, I saw in the moonlight what I had imagined downstairs. Christ! Clyde was indeed fucking her! His bare buttocks rose and fell between the hiked legs of his daughter. He paused and the sounds naturally quit until he was repositioned behind her and resumed fucking her. I watched for several minutes before they broke apart and reformed in another position, this time with Cassie on top in a reverse-cowboy. As soon as she mounted him, I ducked for cover and crept back down the stairs to room. ‘Clyde’s fucks his own daughter,’ I kept saying to myself over and over in the dark while holding my poor pecker. ‘The bastard is fucking Cassie. What should I do? What should I say? Encouraging a little exhibitionism is one thing, but actually fucking her… Whoa! What have I got myself into?’ I fretted over this quandary into the night. About 1 AM I heard the “Creeech, creeech, creeech, creeech, creeech,” begin again. “Holy smokes!” I whispered into my dark room. I ...
    don’t know how long the third round took, as I must’ve dozed off. The next thing I knew, the alarm clock was buzzing. It was time to go fishing. I pulled myself out of the sack and shut the damned alarm off. Then I remembered… what I heard and seen during the night. What on earth was I going to do? I certainly couldn’t report him to the police. If I lost Clyde to jail, I would lose everything I had sunk into the business. Talk to him? What could I say? ‘I heard you fucking your daughter last night?’ I don’t think so. I wished I could just go back to bed and forget about the whole thing. Putting a brave face forward, I slipped on my clothes and went out into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. I wasn’t trying to be quiet, but I wasn’t clanging things together either. While the pot began to brew, I walked over to stair landing. I was about to call out for Clyde to get up, but I heard whispering. “Hmmm, fuck….Hmmmm, yeah baby, hmmmm. That’s feels so good baby. Hmmmm.” And heard wet smacking noises. “Hmmmm. Suck it, baby.” Shit, he was getting a blowjob! I listened for a minute or so, trying to think of what I should do, if anything. “Hmmmmm… Oh, fuck yeah…” My cock was hard once again and demanding attention. I could either jack off right here on the spot while listening to the sounds of the illicit sex act taking place a mere few feet away or I could… “Hey, Clyde!” I called out. “Hurry up, up there! It’s time to go!” “Uh, yeah, Ron,” he called down. “Be down in a minute.” I ...
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