Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

"Please let me go," she cried softly, tears blurring her vision.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, little girl," the blond boy said, stepping up to her and brushing her cheek with surprisingly gentle fingers. "We aren't going to hurt you."

"Please let me go," Judy repeated hopefully, sensing his sympathy.

"No, we can't do that," the blond boy answered. "That wouldn't be according to the rules of the game." He took a deep drag on his reefer. As he held the smoke in, Judy could see the surge of euphoria it gave him.

"She's beautiful," a tiny, black-haired girl said, clinging to the arm of the massive Negro standing next to her.

"If you like white meat," the Negro answered lazily, his voice a deep baritone.

"You know what I like," the little black-haired girl answered, stroking his ebony forearm gently and resting her head against his massive shoulder.

Had it not been for her already monumental shame, Judy might have been shocked at this exchange. Negroes were few enough in her life. The suburbs where she lived were all white, except for a small ghetto behind the row of stores in the center of town. The sight of a white girl with a black boy was totally new to Judy.

"The whole scene is like something out of a frantic trip," the blond boy observed, his gaze foggy from the pot.

"It's like the Indians and cowboys," someone else said.

"Like a John Wayne movie, except he don't make no X-rated ones," someone else said.

"An Apache war-dance scene, man," the little black-haired girl said.

Someone turned on the radio again, and the rock-and-roll music blasted out, demolishing the peaceful silence of the woods with its pounding, driving rhythms.

"Please let me go," Judy yelled out over the sound of the music, but no one paid any attention to her. Instead, the tribe of hippies began to dance around her. The reek of pot was thick in the clearing, making Judy feel giddy and strange as the hippie tribe danced in a circle around her.

"Too much, too much," the blond boy sighed, rolling and twisting his head, his long hair flying around his shoulders.

"Too hot, man," the girl in the T-shirt shouted, rolling up the bottom edge of her shirt to just below her breasts, baring her midriff.

The driving rhythms of the music drummed into Judy's body as she hung against the tree, in the center of the circle of dancers.

"Too hot, too hot," the little black-haired girl chanted, her voice matching the rhythm of the music.

"Too hot, too hot," the others chanted, echoing her.

"Too hot, too hot, too hot." The group moved in a circle around Judy and her tree. Their voices drove at Judy, pounded at her. As she watched them circling around her, she began to get dizzy.

"Too hot, too hot," the voices droned on and on hypnotically, the dancers circling endlessly. Their legs flickered through Judy's vision, their arms waved past her. She felt dizzy and unreal as the dancers circled her again and again and again.

"Too hot, too hot," the hippies chanted, their feet pounding a circle in the dirt as they kicked the leaves out of the way with every step.

"Too hot, too hot," the girl in the T-shirt said, her words mingling with the others. As she crossed in front of Judy, she peeled her T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it at Judy's feet. Her full breasts bobbed and jiggled in time with her dance steps as she went out of sight.

"Too hot, too hot," the blond-haired boy said, stripping off his vest and throwing it at Judy's feet. His chest was almost hairless, Judy noticed as he danced his way around her.

"Too hot, too hot," the little black-haired girl said, fighting with the buttons of the baggy blue work shirt she wore. She passed around behind Judy as the circling continued. Judy's eyes flickered from one dancer to the other as they passed in front of her.

"Too hot, too hot," the little black-haired girl chanted, reappearing in front of Judy just as she pulled the shirt off. She threw it at Judy's feet.

There was a growing heap of clothes at Judy's feet as the dancers circled endlessly, stripping off their clothing as they danced and chanted.

"Too hot, too hot," the words drummed endlessly at Judy, matching her pulse beat.

Most of the dancers were half-naked now, stripped to the waist. Judy didn't know that breasts came in so many different shapes and sizes. The girl in the T-Shirt had big, soft breasts with large, dark nipples, and as she danced, her breasts bounced and joggled on her chest, swaying almost pendulously. The little dark-haired girl had small, tight breasts, with sharp, pointy nipples.

Her breasts jiggled and quivered on her chest. Polly's little breasts barely moved as she danced in the circle around Judy.

"Too hot, too hot," the hippies chanted, and someone managed to strip off his pants without breaking the rhythm of the dance. The belt and buckle stung when they hit Judy's shin. Before she could see who it was that had taken off his pants, they went around behind her. The dark-haired girl went by, her hands struggling with her belt and fly; then she was out of sight, and the black man was there, working his pants down. His jockey shorts looked unusually white against his black skin as he stripped down his pants and danced out of them, throwing them against Judy.

Judy was up to her knees in discarded clothing now. The black-haired girl came around, her pants in her hand, and threw them at Judy. The rough cloth struck Judy's breasts, then brushed her naked body as they fell.

"Too hot, too hot," the chanting went on endlessly, the dancers circling and circling. They became a blur, an endless stream of people going around and around. Judy's head spun, and she gave up trying to keep track of the dancers.

They were all naked now, and she watched in fascination as the men's cocks bobbed and dangled at their groins.

"Too hot, too hot," the hippies chanted, and Judy's pulse pounded along with the words. The sight of the naked men was triggering a new wave of desire in her.

"Too hot, too hot," the little black-haired girl chanted, dancing backward. She was facing the Negro she was with, and her eyes flashed over his big, black body. His cock was just beginning to rise and harden as he danced, its shape and the rhythm of its bouncing changing as he followed her around the circle.

"Too, hot, too hot," the now T-shirtless girl chanted, cupping her breasts with her hands to restrain their bouncing.

"Too hot, too hot," the blond-haired boy said, moving up right behind the girl, reaching around her and replacing her hands with his. His cock hardened quickly, prodding up between the full cheeks of her ass.

"Too hot, too hot," the crowd continued to chant.

The black-haired girl backed into view again. This time she was holding onto the black handle of the Negro's cock. His prick was an enormous, ebony staff in the little girl's hands, and her fingers looked white and pale against the blackness of his skin and pubic hair.

"Too hot, too hot," the crowd chanted. All the men's cocks were bard, stiff rods jabbing outward from their groins.

"Too hot, too hot," the girls chanted, their hands on the men's hard organs, their breasts bobbing and jiggling in time with their steps.

"Too hot," the T-shirtless girl screamed, and fell to her knees, then to her back, dragging the blond-haired boy down on her. His cock slid unerringly into her cunt as her hips bounced up and down in time with the chanting that still went on. Her eyes were closed as she fucked, and her lips moved in the endless chant as the blond-haired boy drove his cock into her bushy, bouncing cunt.

Judy felt her own desire surging upward in her again at the sight of the two people fucking. She wanted to reach down and massage her own aching pussy in time with the music, but the ropes kept her trapped as a 'helpless observer while the blond-haired boy screwed the girl on the carpet of leaves.