Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

Polly's hair hung down around her face as she worked harder and harder, moving faster and faster, jamming herself up and down on the big shaft. The only sound in the clearing was her panting. There was no breeze; the leaves were still.

Even the birds seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation of some incredible event.

"Ob-oh-oh-oh," Polly began to cry, puffing like a little locomotive, her breath driving from her in a series of short, sharp cries, matching the drives of the cock into her vagina, as if it were a piston driving the wind out her mouth from the cylinder of her cunt.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah," Jake grunted, matching Polly's higher pitched cries with baritone groans. Judy could see only his legs and groin, sticking out from under Polly like a mechanic's from under a car. His thighs were jumping and twitching uncontrollably as Polly came down on him over and over and over and over.

Then, with a tearing cry, like the lonely whistle of a train in the night, Polly came, breaking up her puffing. She threw her head back and, howled at the sky, startling a jay into screaming flight. At the same time, Jake dug his heels into the leaves and jammed his hips upward, lifting Polly clear off the ground. The base of his cock twitched and surged and his balls drew up tight against the base of his cock and pumped and pulsed. As Judy watched, streamers of white come oozed from around Jake's cock and trickled into his pubic hair, making it sticky and wet. Judy's own crotch flamed with unsatisfied desire as she fought her ropes, unable even to reach herself with her hand to ease her agony of desire.

With mingled grunts and sighs, Polly and Jake slumped, Polly collapsing down on his legs, her breasts mashing against his knees. His cock was still buried in her as she fought for her breath. As if the storm were over, a breeze came up, rustling the leaves softly, and the birds began to sing again.

Finally, with a sigh, Polly untangled herself from Jake. Awkwardly, the two of them got to their feet and gathered up their clothes.

"Please untie me," Judy begged as she watched them.

"No way, baby, no way," Jake said. "Ain't gonna spoil your game. No way."

Without casting a glance behind them, the two hippies climbed upward out of the clearing. As they went over the top and out of sight, Judy saw Jake lighting up another reefer. Then they were gone, and Judy was alone again.

As Jake's and Polly's footsteps receded from the little hollow, Judy slumped against the ropes, conscious of the soft touch of the breeze over her naked skin. Hesitantly, she tested her ropes and felt the loops cut into her wrists and ankles. The dappled sunlight on her skin, along with the soft brushing of the air, made Judy acutely aware of her nudity and vulnerability. Her face flamed hot with shame at her position. And that strange itch of desire still burned in her crotch.

"Jimmy?" she called out hesitantly, hoping for rescue. The woods remained silent except for the soft rustling of the breeze through the trees.

"Billy, where are you?" Judy called out, a little louder. Again there was no answer.

Judy struggled against her bonds, fear growing inside her, driving out the desire she felt. "Jimmy!" she called again, louder. "Billy!"

The silent woods seemed to mock her, to ignore her. The wind through the leaves made them chuckle at her predicament. Her stomach knotted with fear. She felt totally helpless, totally vulnerable. Her legs were spread wide, leaving her tender private parts exposed to the mercies of the world.

"Jimmy, help me!" Judy yelled, struggling against the ropes, the cords cutting into her as she pulled against them. She writhed and jerked against the unyielding cords. "Billy, help me!" Panic added strength to her voice and to her struggling, but neither helped Judy in the least. The woods echoed her voice hack, and the ropes fought her every jerk and tug. Judy's shoulders and hips felt stiff and sore from the awkward position she was held in.

"Jimmy, where are you?" She hollered at the top of her lungs now, unmindful of who might hear her. "Billy, please help me!"

A sudden puff of wind made Judy freeze as it stirred piles of leaves, making new sounds in the hollow. Her heart lurched with a mixture of hope and fear.

There was hope of rescue and fear of what the new noise might mean. Then it was gone.

"HELP!" she shouted, hurting her throat with the power of her scream. The word echoed through the woods, bouncing back at her from he trees and rocks as she battled her ropes. She screamed again and again, wrestling futilely against her bonds. Every jerk of her arms served only to further tighten the loops around her wrists, while kicking her feet against the tiny slack available to them threatened to make her lose her balance. She suddenly slipped, dropping a few shocking inches down the trunk of the tree, the harsh bark scraping painfully against her back. The shock of the pain was like a slap, jolting Judy back to reality and making her cease her panicky struggling. Her back felt as if it were let on fire by the scraping, bringing tears of pain to mingle with the tears of fright that were already streaking her cheeks. Sobbing quietly, Judy hung limply from her ropes, fighting to regain control of herself and her breathing.

Suddenly a new sound made Judy jerk her head up. A cold fist closed around her heart as she stopped breathing and listened. There was music in the woods, or something that sounded like music. At first, all Judy could make out was the pounding of drums. Then, gradually, she managed to sort out a harsh, twanging guitar sound, a rasping, raunchy noise and the crunching of leaves and twigs.

It sounded as if an entire army of people were making their way through the woods, accompanied by a rock-and-roll band.

Judy bit her lip, her eyes wide with fear as she debated what to do. There was the possibility of rescue. There was also possible danger. Judy had been warned frequently by both of her parents about the danger to a young girl that strangers represented. There was even the time two years before when a man had offered Judy candy. His eyes had burned over her slender, straight body, and Judy had run from him, sensing something terrifying in the way he had looked at her.

As the racket drew closer and closer, Judy debated with herself whether to call out or remain silent. Even if she did shout, she doubted that the people, whoever they were, would be able to hear her over the music.

Judy twisted her head, feeling the bark of the tree catch her hair as she tried to locate the source of the noise. It seemed to be coming from the same direction that Jake and Polly had disappeared in.

And then there were people winding their way down into the hollow, and Judy fought down her tears of fear and shame. It seemed like there were a hundred feet pounding toward her. She wished she could melt into the trunk of the tree.

"See, I told you she was here," a familiar voice reported, and Judy gasped with relief. It was Jake.

"I tell you, it's outta sight," Polly commented.

"Let me go?" Judy asked, as Jake and Polly came around the tree.

"Ain't it a kick in the head?" Jake asked, his words slurred. He held another reefer in his fingers.

"Man, oh man alive, what a groove," the blond-haired boy Jake was talking to sighed. The boy wore a fringed vest that left his chest bare, and worn, frayed Levi's. His hair hung in shaggy strings to his shoulders, and he had a straggly, reddish beard.

"Hello there, little lady," a girl said, making Judy jerk her head to look at her. The girl was wearing a thin T-shirt, and her breasts and nipples were plainly visible through the clinging material. Her breasts were large, soft masses, her nipples hard little peaks.

"She's beautiful," someone else said, making Judy jerk her head again. She was the center of attention. Even the music had been turned off. At least a dozen people were standing around her, staring at her helpless, naked body. Judy wanted to crawl into a hole and die she was so terrified and ashamed.