Duncan Fox: Daddy_s darling daughter

The sky was a deep, marvelous blue that led her mind out and out. The sun was hot on Judy's breasts.

Getting up, Judy waded along the stream, feeling the slippery hardness of the rocks under her feet, waving her arms wildly to keep her balance when she slipped on the slick rocks. Wrapping her arms around the overhanging limb of a tree, Judy swung her legs up and scissored them around it, hanging upside down over the stream, her pony tail trailing just above the surface of the water.

Tipping her head back, Judy tried to hang back far enough from the tree to dip her hair in the water, but missed by a fraction of an inch. Finally, the rough bark of the tree scraping her bare legs, Judy managed to pull herself up on top of the limb. The hard mass of wood pressed in between her thighs as she wrapped her legs around it. Hanging over the water, Judy cushioned her cheek on the limb and daydreamed. The pressure of the branch between her legs triggered strange, exciting feelings in her body. The sun was warm on her back, making her acutely conscious of her skin.

Letting her mind wander, Judy found herself remembering that bulge in her father's lap the night before She wondered what it meant. She remembered how, at the movies last weekend, her boy friend had wanted her to put her hand in his lap. She almost had, but then something had happened in the movie to distract her. Later, when be again tried to pull her hand over, Judy had yanked it away and reached for the popcorn instead, her cheeks flaming in the darkness. Just because Johnny was fourteen, he thought he knew everything.

Thinking of Johnny gave Judy another exciting feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she rubbed her crotch against the tree.

A blue jay screamed overhead, making Judy look up suddenly. He was a bright flash of blue against the dark green of the leaves above her as he hopped from branch to branch, squawking loudly. "Oh, go away, Mr. Jay," she muttered, upset at having her daydream interrupted. The feelings in her stomach were new and exciting and pleasant. Snuggling herself tightly against the branch, she tried to recapture her mood. She tried thinking of Johnny, and felt a tiny flicker of excitement. At the movies she had let him kiss her, and then he had reached a hand over to her breasts. His touch had made her nipples, harden just the way the cold water of the swimming pool did, except this time there was a different feeling to it. Judy had been disappointed that she had worn a bra to the movies. After all, she didn't really need one, and then Johnny could have touched her breasts even more closely, and maybe even felt her nipples getting hard when he pressed her.

Draped over the branch, Judy's excitement slowly burned higher, making her scrub her crotch against the wood. Her breasts were tingling, and Judy took her hands and cupped the small mounds, pressing them the way Johnny had. With her eyes closed, Judy concentrated on the feelings that were building in her belly.

Wrapping, her legs more tightly around the tree, she pressed her crotch against the limb, her increasing excitement making her grind her crotch against the tree even harder. She thought of kissing Johnny, and remembered how he had wanted to stick his tongue into her mouth. At first she had resisted in disgust. But then, when he had finally wedged her mouth open and managed to get his tongue inside, he bad tasted like popcorn and candy, and her heart had pounded even harder.

Judy's little breasts felt tender and full as she hung over the limb. Her thighs ached for something other than just the limb of the tree between them.

She clamped her legs around the big limb as tightly as she could, grinding her crotch against the rough bark. The zipper of her shorts was a hard bulge against her sensitive pussy, pressing in against her pubic bone, creating a knot of pleasure. Squeezing her tits desperately with both hands, Judy hung precariously on the branch, scrubbing her crotch over the rough bark. The lumps and bumps on the bark rasped over her sensitive crotch, creating more and more pleasure. Judy didn't know exactly what was happening, but liked every minute of it and worked harder to make her pleasure greater and greater. She found herself imagining she was naked, her bare body pressed against the rasping bark of the tree, the sun hot on her naked back. Something bigger and bigger began to boil up inside her, making her breathe harder and harder. Abandoning herself totally to her pleasure, Judy wrapped her arms around the limb, closed her eyes and let the feeling overwhelm her in a series of cresting waves that drove higher and higher. At last everything in the universe disappeared, except the indescribably delicious feeling that ripped through her body, seeming to melt it down into a helpless puddle of joy. As the sensation roared through Judy, she clung to the branch, whimpering with pleasure, biting her lip, tears of joy trickling from between her eyelids.

Then slowly, slowly, the pleasure began to fade away, dropping off ever so gradually, leaving her exhausted and panting, clinging desperately to the branch, fighting for breath. As she came slowly back to earth, Judy again became aware of the woods around her, of the stream flowing under her, of the warm sun on her back and of the birds in the trees. Her crotch felt achy and funny in a nice, satisfied way, while her breasts, those tender, new breasts, felt all soft and wonderful in her bra. Inside, Judy felt all relaxed and warm.

With a sigh she rubbed her cheek against the scratchy bark of the tree.

Hesitantly, she rubbed her crotch on the bark of the tree again, but, this time there was nothing, no response, no increasing glow of pleasure. Giving up, not very disappointed, Judy hung over the branch of the tree, her arms and legs dangling down to within a few inches of the stream. Idly, she wondered what it was that had just happened to her. She had never felt anything like it before.

For some reason, Judy found herself remembering a strange occurrence of a week ago, at night, when she was supposed to have been asleep. She'd been awakened by the urge to go to the bathroom. The sheets had felt smooth and cool against her bare arms and legs. Unable to put off the urge, she'd crept out of bed and tiptoed to the door of her room. Listening carefully, she hesitated before opening it. Usually when Judy had to get up in the night, her mother would wake up and ask what was the matter. Judy hated that. It made her feel like a baby.

She opened her door a fraction of an inch at a time and peered cautiously out into the hall. There had been no sound, so she had crept down the hail to the bathroom and slipped inside.

As she used the toilet, Judy had heard strange noises coming faintly through the wall of her parents' room. On her way back to her room, holding her breath with curiosity, Judy had gone to their keyhole and peeked through. Only one light was on, casting a soft glow over her parents' bed as Judy spied on it. It was hard to see, but the noises were definitely coming from there. The covers had been thrown back, and her parents were both on the bed, her dad on top of her mom. Her mother had wrapped her legs around his muscular hips, and he was moving his hips regularly, pressing them against her. The noise was the sound of the bed squeaking and her mother sighing loudly. Something about the scene had stirred the same strange feelings in Judy's tummy as rubbing on the tree branch had done just now. Judy had had the urge to scratch her slit, but remembered how her mother had told her that was dirty and not nice. Fighting down the urge, her curiosity stimulated and unsatisfied, Judy had sneaked back to bed. It had taken a long time to get to sleep.

"Hey, Judy, whatcha doing up there?" someone asked, breaking in on Judy's reverie.

"Nothin'," Judy replied, turning to see who it was.