A dad watches his daughter having good sex, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-09-23. Times viewed: 12578.
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- Intro: Het, oral: A horny runner stumbles upon a couple having sex in the great African outdoors
A dad watches his daughter having great sex.
By
Gutter Rhymes.
A horny runner seeks erotica on the road. Seeing a couple driving past, a horny runner immediately imagines that they are coming from, or driving to a memorable fuck-date. A couple walking in the park is assumed to be looking for a secret nook for some sex. There is no innocent event, the horny runner is looking for sexual memories.
As I ran past a granite quarry near a popular holiday resort, I saw a Toyota Raider four wheel drive truck parked in a disused quarry pit. I immediately ducked behind the trees as I ran up to the highest point on the granite rock formation. I made sure no one saw me. I whipped out my micro binoculars and focussed on the car. Bulls –eye!
My suspicions were right. Sitting in the front seat was a man, perhaps in his forties, necking and kissing a girl who was wearing a school uniform. I focussed on the young lady and she looked quite pretty. The one strap on her dress was undone and the man had his head stuck on the exposed nipple. I lay on my belly, on the clean warm rock. My boobs pressed against the rock, felt nice and I was getting quite horny. I held my breath.
The couple continued their kissing. The young girl swung her body across the central console and fumbled around the man’s fly before pulling out his short fat prick. She started giving him a blow job, her braided head bouncing up and down. I couldn’t see much detail and I was not going to shift around too much for fear of being discovered or somehow alerting the amorous pair, of my presence.
The blow-job took a long time and I was getting quite horny. My bare thighs and navel area, pressed against the rock, made me feel like I was getting involved in the sex spectacle before me. The couple shifted around and my jaw fell when I realised that the girl had her legs astride the man’s face with her butt exposed through the windscreen. She was quite obviously, getting some cunnilingus from the older man. I watched as her big youthful buttocks swung up and down. I couldn’t see much more. The girl’s buttocks seemed to be crazily bouncing back and forth, up and down.
I knew I was beginning to ooze some juices in my cunt. I was thankful for this rewarding discovery, this being a large part of the reason why I run in the first place.
Then the door swung open. The door directly facing my vantage point! I couldn’t believe my luck. The couple literally tumbled out of the car and keeping the door open, the girl sat on the edge of the front passenger seat and swung her knees open. I saw her cute little cunt with its untidy pubic hair. I saw how her plumb thighs shone in the sun, invitingly. The pressure on my pubic bone was sensuous and I knew that my body was getting really involved in this sex scene. I involuntarily pressed my waist down onto the rock.
The man had his bare butt facing me and I appreciated the size of his big ball sacs as they hung down, slapping around the thighs as he positioned himself strategically. His butt was on the thin side, quite non-descript and unimpressive, a sharp contrast for his big balls. He started slapping in and out of the girl’s cunt. I had to shift position to get a better view then I made the most startling discovery.
There in the tree, hardly two metres away from the adulterous two, was a man hiding and observing the scene. Voyeurs unite! I remember giggling. That guy whoever it was, was getting a live sex show right before his eyes. I was envious because I knew that my fellow voyeur was getting much more than I. He could see it all, he could hear the sounds and above all, he could probably smell the scents of sex. Lucky, lucky bastard! I thought as I got even more excited. I don’t wear panties when I run so the gauze of my jogger shorts was soaked in my fishy-smelling secretions, I still had to run back home and the smell would be embarrassing but that was not my concern at that point.
The girl’s arms were around her older lover’s neck as he humped her little cunt. She swung her right leg and hooked in on the open door giving the lucky man full access to her sex. And boy did he pump that kid’s pussy. The man had incredible staying power.
He fucked and fucked.
They shifted and re-arranged again and this time they got out of the car. The girl was soon slung over the seat with her round butt sticking out in the sun. The man held his fat short stick in his hand and pumped it as he helped the girl arrange her butt for best access. Then he plunged his dick in. I had my focus on the girls face and saw her briefly grimace before smiling devilishly as the man started shafting in and out of her cunt. I had quite a good angle.
I looked at my co-voyeur but I couldn’t see his face. He was frozen motionless as he sat on the acacia tree branch.
The girl's butt was wildly bouncing back and forth. The man was not doing much, it was the little girl who couldn’t seem to get enough of the man’s penis. I recognised the girl. She was the daughter of one of the local tribal leaders, a hated man who was involved in political violence, including throwing many of my fellow whites off their legally owned land. He was a leader in Robert Mugabe’s murderous para-military “youths” the so-called Green Bombers. She was quite a pretty schoolgirl and I remember she once came looking for a job in the little lodge I helped my sister run during my writing breaks in the Eastern Highlands of Zimbabwe.
The couple got bolder. They were out of the car completely. She was holding on to the door as he fucked her from the rear. The man had a lewd smile on his face as he fucked the pretty school girl. I briefly remembered how I used to enjoy cock when I was the same age as the school girl. Every dick I encountered was too great for words. I used to enjoy a dick as it touched my sensitive cunt lips, all the way until it entered my hot and slippery little cunt. I knew what the girl was enjoying and it made me ooze more cunt fluids.
The man held his hands tight around the school girl’s waist and started ramming in and out, hard. Her braids flung around in the air as he rocked her body with his dick thrusts. What a sight.
“Huuaaaaaaghhh!!”
The man shouted out loud enough for me to hear. He was obviously cumming. I was close to cumming myself, but I was determined to delay until I got into the privacy of my shower, then I would finish myself off, nicely.
The man in the tree climbed down at a speed faster than a savannah monkey and in a few minutes he was shoving and shouting at the little girl and her lover. I was a little confused at first then the pin dropped! The school girl had an indisputable similarity to the voyeur-in-the-tree, she was HIS DAUGHTER. The shit dad had been watching his daughter being fucked. He waited until her lover came! The shoving continued and after 2 sharp blows to the fornicator’s face, I thought there were going to be serious fisticuffs but that was not to be. The girl’s father took some pictures of the nude couple on his cellphone. The poor guy, he was staring at the un-deflating penis that had been pleasuring his daughter a few seconds before. I could see the short fat prick with whitish cunt juice and sperm drying on the skin.
There was a tussle as father, daughter and the other man fought for possession of the fucking couple’s underwear. The father won and he stuffed both private garments into his pocket. I knew this matter was probably going to end up in some court and I was loath to be a witness. So, I quietly got up and disappeared behind the large granite rocks. As I ran home my cunt lips rubbed against each other in the wetness of my cunt fluids, a delightful feeling indeed.
I had many questions as I ran. Why did he not stop his daughter from fornicating, why did he have to wait until the end? Was he enjoying the free fuck-show? Or did he only realise it was his daughter when it was too late? I guess these are the questions to be answered when the case gets heard at the local tribal chief’s court.
The End
© Gutterrhymes
September, 2012.
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