Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

Miss Clark seemed totally under the math teacher's spell, letting herself be handled as if she had no will of her own. She was turned again, and her bra was taken from her. Judy eyed the English teacher's full breasts curiously. They were pale white, with large, dark nipples. As Judy watched, Miss Clark's nipples hardened at the touch of the air on them. Miss Franklin, meanwhile, was skinning Miss Clark's demure, white cotton panties down her rounded legs to the ground.

"You are a charming thing," Miss Franklin said, standing up and gazing fondly at Miss Clark.

"Come and kiss me, darling."

To Judy's astonishment, the two women moved toward each other and kissed the way Judy had seen men and women kiss. Their lips were open, and they were exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. It was just the way that her boy friend had wanted Judy to kiss him, Judy thought wonderingly. The naked bodies of the two teachers, gleaming in the sunlight, pressed together, the shorter Miss Clark pressing in against Miss Franklin, her head tipped back.

Miss Clark opened her thighs and trapped Miss Franklin's more slender, muscular legs between her own. Then, as one, the two women sank slowly down on the carpet of leaves and stretched out, pressing against each other, their hands moving over each other's bodies the same way Jake's and Polly's had done.

As Judy watched, the teachers writhed together on the ground. Their kiss seemed to go on forever and ever and ever, while they felt each other's breasts and thighs and buttocks. Then Miss Franklin pushed the willing Miss Clark on her back. As Judy watched, Miss Clark's thighs spread open, showing her black-furred sex, and Miss Franklin probed into the black bush with long fingers. Miss Clark rolled her head on the ground, her black hair picking up leaves and twigs as Miss Franklin felt her up.

Judy felt new excitement swelling in her belly as she watched Miss Franklin stirring Miss Clark to higher and higher levels. As she watched the two women making love, Judy felt new juices joining the trickles that had already dried on her thighs, Miss Franklin was suckling on Miss Clark's full, soft breasts now, taking the whole nipple into her mouth and sucking on it. Miss Clark whimpered with pleasure, and clutched at Miss Franklin's breasts. Then Miss Franklin's mouth was working its way down Miss Clark's curvy body, her tongue licking over the skin, leaving a glistening, wet path to the English teacher's indented navel. Miss Franklin paused there, her tongue plunging into the soft hollow. Miss Clark seemed to be going wild with pleasure, and rolled her head excitedly. She pushed Miss Franklin lower, and the slender math teacher lowered her head to Miss Clark's sex, then fastened her mouth on the black bush. At the same time she moved to straddle Miss Clark's head with her own thighs. Miss Clark looked up into the hairy sex confronting her, then opened her mouth and lifted her head. As Miss Franklin ate at her eagerly, Miss Clark plunged her tongue into the gaping pussy facing her.

Judy's own excitement was roaring higher and higher as she watched the two teachers eating each other. Judy could remember just how Miss Franklin's mouth had felt on her own sex, sucking and chewing at the tissues, tongue prying into the channel, then sweeping over the button of pleasure just above it. The memories, plus the sight of the two women making love, drove Judy wild with lust.

Miss Clark was writhing frantically under Miss Franklin, driving her hips upward, mashing her pussy into the math teacher's face. Meanwhile, Miss Franklin was slamming her hips down on Miss Clark's wildly working mouth.

Muffled, wet cries of pleasure rang through the hollow as the women went wild.

Judy, helplessly bound, let her own pleasure blaze through her in a series of waves as she watched what Miss Clark and Miss Franklin were doing. Judy felt an empty, aching need in her vagina, an empty aching need that was becoming almost perpetual. Judy whimpered with longing, wishing that something, anything, was in her, wishing that someone was loving her the way the two women were loving each other on the leaves in front of her. Judy's climax hung tantalizingly out of reach as Miss Clark and Miss Franklin drove each other to peak after flaming peak of joy.

Then, for a long time, the two women were still, their muscles straining against each other. They seemed to be sucking hungrily at each other, but there was no other motion, just a taut straining of their muscles. At last, slowly, ever so slowly, their muscles relaxed, and Judy knew that they were slowly coming back down from the peak. Judy hung exhausted from the trunk of the tree as the teachers lay head to crotch in the leaves.

"Ahhhh, that was good," Miss Franklin finally sighed, struggling to sit up.

Tenderly, she bent and kissed Miss Clark, brushing some of the jet-black strands of hair back from the English teacher's forehead. "You're sweet," Miss Franklin said. Miss Clark smiled languidly.

"Wh-what about me?" Judy asked hesitantly.

"So are you, Judy," Miss Franklin said, getting lithely to her feet and walking over to Judy. She bent and kissed Judy tenderly, as if Judy were her sister.

Then she turned away and began to dress slowly.

"Aren't you going to untie me?" Judy asked as both teachers put on their clothing.

"No, I don't think we will," Miss Franklin said after a short silence.

"Oh, why not let her go?"

Miss Franklin shook her head decisively. "No, she'll be able to get herself free."

Miss Clark looked at Judy, and shrugged helplessly. Then she followed Miss Franklin up out of the clearing, leaving Judy alone again.

For a while Judy gazed after them hopefully, but their steps gradually receded through the woods, leaving her in silence again. Judy shivered, feeling more alone than ever. Her stomach was complaining constantly now, and she ached painfully from her prolonged stretching around the tree. There seemed to be nothing to do but try to work herself free. She spent little time wondering about the relationship between the two women teachers. Instead, she worked at her ropes, fighting for another fraction of an inch of slack.

After half an hour of work Judy was bathed in sweat. She had to blink her eyes furiously to clear them of the stinging perspiration pouring down from her forehead. Her hair was an explosion of sweaty strings around her face, sticking irritatingly to her cheeks and shoulders. She had managed-by alternately pulling furiously with her arms to stretch the rope, then pushing her arms back to gain ground on the slack-to work one loop partly down her thumb. She hoped that by making her hand as skinny as possible she would be able to slip the loop of rope over her hand and free it.

From time to time she stopped and tried to blot some of the sweat off her face with her shoulder, without much success. Her back felt raw from the constant rubbing against the rough bark of the tree, and her bottom was so sore she was afraid that it would be hard to sit down when she did get free. Her legs ached painfully from the awkward position they were tied in, while her shoulders were one solid, driving ache. Her wrists felt burned and raw.

Finally, exhaustion forced her to stop for breath. Her chest heaving with every breath, Judy slumped against the tree, her eyes closed. Since the teachers had left, the clearing bad been peaceful, with only the tranquil sound of birds and the wind in the leaves. She wondered what bad happened to Jimmy and Billy. If they had left her here and forgotten her, she would have them boiled in oil.

That was an expression she'd learned in history class.

Opening her eyes, Judy tested the ropes. Another half an hour or so of work would probably free her left hand. She couldn't tell for sure, but she hoped that freeing one hand would release the tension and make it a simple matter to get herself completely free. She gave passing thought to the fact that it was good that neither Billy nor Jimmy were Boy Scouts.