Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

The cocks swelled rapidly as the girls sucked at them. Judy's own cunt felt moist and sensitive as she watched the boys eating at the girls pussies.

The clearing rang with sucking and slurping sounds as the tribe of hippies ate and ate at each other. There were muffled groans as they sucked and slurped and munched on each other's sexes.

The girls' heads bobbed as they sucked and pumped at the turgid pricks of the boys, and the boys' jaws worked as they sucked and chewed at the girls' pussies. Judy felt her own lust boil higher and higher as she watched an endless procession of oral sex going on and on and on around her, an endless circle of carnal pleasure that left her stunned and gasping.

"Faster," someone whispered in a muffled voice, and the pace quickened. The sucking and slurping sounds speeded up and got louder as the hippies redoubled their efforts on each other. The boys were reaching around behind the girls, and Judy could see them jamming their fingers between the curved buttocks of the girls, their fingers disappearing into the asses. The sight sent a new ball of fire raging through Judy.

Faster and faster they sucked and chewed at each other, until Judy was dizzy trying to watch them all and keep up with the action.

"I'm coming!" someone cried out, the voice muffled beyond recognition.

Suddenly everyone seemed to be coming at once. Judy could see balls twitching, and faces working, and throats pulsing, and mouths writhing, and pussies creaming in one incredible, simultaneous flood of come, and her own stomach wrenched and twisted and rolled in the frustrated knowledge of what people were swallowing.

For long, pulsating, pregnant seconds the tableau held, boy to girl, girl to boy, face to crotch, crotch to face, and the sound of gulping and swallowing filled the hollow. Then the circle dissolved as the hippies tumbled away from each other in exhaustion and lay sprawled on the leaves, fighting for breath.

Judy herself felt her muscles quivering. Her pussy felt lonesome and empty again. She seemed to be endlessly tormented by unfulfilled desires.

Slowly the hippies gathered themselves together and began to dig into the pile of clothes around Judy's feet.

"Please let me go?" she pleaded.

"No way," Jake answered, giving Judy a gentle kiss.

"Be good, little girl," another hippie said, also kissing her.

"Stay loose," the T-shirtless girl advised, kissing Judy tenderly.

As each hippie finished dressing and left the clearing, they paused and gave her a gentle kiss.

Judy could only hang helplessly from the tree as they filed past her. When the Negro bent to kiss her, Judy fought down an urge to flinch away from him, somehow sensing how that would hurt him.

His lips felt no different from the girl who had kissed her before, or the boy who kissed her after him.

In a few moments the clearing was vacant again. Judy heard their footsteps receding through the woods, then heard the radio start up again.

Exhausted, she hung from the ropes trying to gather her strength.

Except for the usual sounds, the woods were silent again. The wind moved softly through the leaves, making them rustle and whisper at Judy. Here and there birds sang in the trees. There was a sudden rustle that made Judy jerk and turn in shock. But it was only a squirrel prying through the dry leaves in search of a nut. Without much hope, Judy tested her bonds again.

"Jimmy?" she called out hesitantly. "Are you there?"

The only answer was a new puff of wind brushing over Judy's naked body, drying the juices of her passion in her crotch.

"Billy, where are you?" Judy called out, a little louder. She wanted desperately for someone to come and help her. At the same time, she was terrified to call out too loudly, afraid of who might come and find her in such a helpless and exposed position.

"Jimmy… Billy," she called again, her heart pounding with fear. She gulped, fighting down the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. A wave of goose bumps swept up her body, making her shiver in spite of the warm summer sun. Terror was a huge lump in her throat, making it hard to swallow. Bands of fear seemed to be squeezing her ribs, making it hard to breathe as well.

"Jimmy… Billy," she cried again, louder, trying to keep her voice from shaking with fear. In reply, there was only the sound of the wind and the birds. Even the squirrel seemed to have abandoned her. Then she heard a scrabbling near her feet and looked down. The squirrel was climbing up the tree between her legs! Pausing, his legs spread wide, his little paws gripping the bark, the squirrel cocked his head to one side, gazing at Judy with one liquid brown eye.

"Shoo, go away," Judy said, trying to discourage the fuzzy little animal.

The squirrel ignored her order, scrambling a little further up the tree. He sniffed at the inside of Judy's thigh curiously, just above her knee. His whiskers tickled on the tender bare skin, making Judy shiver. He crept higher up the tree, his fur brushing along Judy's thigh, making goose bumps sweep over her again.

"Go away," Judy begged the little intruder. Her voice only made him pause and study her again, his bright little eyes curious. His whiskers wiggled as his nose twitched.

Judy bit her lip in vexation at the animal's curiosity. He kept coming, drawing nearer and nearer Judy's wide-open crotch. Then he turned aside, and Judy heaved a sigh of relief. She felt so terribly vulnerable and exposed with her legs spread as they were. The thought of the squirrel poking into her exposed slit made her shake with fear. Now the little animal had turned aside, heading around the tree. But he came up against Judy's leg and again his whiskers tickled against the tanned, tender flesh of her thigh. Then his little paw reached out to touch her, his claws pricking her skin. Seemingly satisfied, be climbed onto Judy's thigh, his claws scratching at her as he fought for traction on her smooth skin. Judy prayed he would quickly cross, then get back on the tree. Instead, to her horror, the squirrel resumed his upward course, right on her thigh. His tail trailed a tickly path behind the scratching of his claws as he climbed. He reached Judy's waist and hesitated, his tail twitching, brushing over Judy's upper thigh.

"Go away," Judy hissed, and was rewarded only by a further twitch of the squirrel's tail. His feet felt really weird-his claws were sharp, stinging, while the pads of his feet were sort of leathery, and cold and warm at the same time. He resumed his climb up Judy's side, and the sensation of his feet scrabbling over her bare flesh made her want to giggle, and at the same time made her muscles twitch spasmodically.

The squirrel came even with Judy's breasts and paused again. By twisting her head and straining, Judy could see the little animal hesitating, his path up her side blocked by her arm. She prayed he would turn back, or get on the tree.

Instead, he turned the other way, starting across Judy's chest, his claws scratching at the sensitive, tender mound of Judy's breast. His whiskers brushed over her nipple, and the little bud stiffened and stood up, catching the squirrel's attention and making him pause a second, sniffing the peak curiously. The tickling of his nose and whiskers only made Judy's nipple stand up further.

"Go away, damn it," Judy swore, but the little animal didn't even look up.

Instead, he tested her nipple with his sharp rodent teeth, to see if her nipple were some new kind of nut. The sharpness of his front teeth was painful, and Judy let out a little yip from the pain. At the same time, the nip of the squirrel's teeth sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

"Now cut that out," Judy cried, desperately shaking and struggling against the ropes in an attempt to dislodge the squirrel. He only dug his claws into her skin harder in order to hang on. He nipped her tit again, sending another jolt of pain and pleasure through her. Then, evidently deciding her nipple was not edible, at least for squirrels, he moved on across Judy's chest, his claws scratching her skin. His paws tangled, in the strands of hair trailing down to her chest, pulling at them and making Judy wince with the pain.