Duncan Fox - Daddy_s darling daughter

Without thinking, Judy dropped the clothing along the path as she ran, leaving a scattered trail of underwear and socks. She hurled the pants away, and they hung by one leg over the limb of a tree. Finally, her fear subsiding, Judy slowed her pace and began to think. Then she cursed herself for leaving the clothes behind. They would have provided some covering for her, but now she was right back where she started without a stitch. Fighting to catch her breath, Judy paused, trying to decide if it was worth the risk to go back for the man's shirt. A crashing sound behind her drove that thought from her mind. It was either the man himself or someone else coming along the path after her An obscure side path caught Judy's eye, and she turned off the main route. This path was less direct but more secluded and led eventually nearly to the back of Judy's house. She crept along, her ears cocked for the sound of any pursuit.

The woods remained peaceful, and Judy's heartbeat slowed to normal as she slipped along the path.

Her straining senses detected a strange sound ahead of her, and she slowed her pace, her pulse quickening again. Stopping, she held her breath and listened intently. The noise came from slightly off to one side of the path, and didn't seem to be moving. Scarcely daring to breathe, Judy crept forward, her heart pounding in her ears. The noises seemed to be coming from, a secluded clearing Judy remembered. The clearing had been left when a large tree had been cut down. The huge stump was about two feet high.

As she got closer, Judy sorted the sounds into two almost-panting voices.

Catlike, Judy crawled forward, her curiosity stilling her fears and making her forget her nudity. The voices were in the clearing, and one of them, the man's, seemed familiar. Both the people were panting heavily now. Her curiosity driving her on, Judy went down on her belly, unmindful of the pricking of the twigs and leaves on her bare torso. Worming her way closer an inch at a time, Judy tried to identify the voice, but the straining and panting made it impossible. Finally she was at the edge of the clearing and parted a bush cautiously and peered in.

She had to stifle a gasp at what she saw. The man's voice should have been familiar-it was her neighbor, Mr. Thornton. The woman's voice was unfamiliar for the reason that it was not Mrs. Thornton, but some black-haired woman Judy had never seen before. It was obvious that the woman did not dye her hair, because her skirt was up around her waist as she sat on the big stump, and she wore no panties. She writhed, twisting her head from side to side, moaning and gasping. As Judy watched, Mr. Thornton buried his face between the thighs of the strange woman. He seemed to be devouring her black bush, the same way Miss Franklin and Miss Clark had done.

As she watched, Judy felt her own desires rising again. She remembered how it had felt to have Miss Franklin chewing away at her tender little pussy, and felt a new wave of juices burst forth from her slit. Mr. Thornton was still fully dressed in a sports shirt and slacks. The little clearing rang with the sounds of his eager munching at the woman's black-haired pussy, and he punctuated his meal with grunts of pleasure, half-muffled by the woman's flesh.

She was gripping his head in strong hands, pulling his face against her even harder. Her face began to flush with pleasure, and she threw her head back, eyes closed in ecstasy.

Judy felt a sharp stick pricking her in the belly and awkwardly backed away from the clearing, suddenly remembering her precarious situation-naked and alone in the woods. What Mr. Thornton was doing with the unknown woman was interesting, but Judy had to get home. Stealthily, Judy backed away from the clearing, then stood up and brushed the leaves off her chest and stomach. The only way home was along the path past the clearing, and Judy took it on tiptoe.

Every step sounded like the crash of doom to Judy, but evidently the two in the clearing were too engrossed with their own pursuits to hear her. Safely out of earshot, Judy was about to resume her headlong plunge through the woods when a strange, wailing moan ahead of her made her freeze abruptly. Her heart almost stopped beating when the moan came again. It sounded like a lost soul being tortured.

The tone of the moans made Judy creep forward on the balls of her feet, terrified of what she might find. There was a bend in the path, and Judy hesitated, wondering if she had the courage to face whatever was there. Taking a deep breath, Judy continued forward and peered around the trunk of a large tree. She grabbed the tree for support and crammed the fingers of one hand into her mouth to stifle a scream of surprise. It was Mrs. Thornton, with a strange man. Mrs. Thornton's position was terrifying. A pleasant, slightly chubby, red-haired woman, Mrs. Thornton was bent face down over a stump, her hair trailing over the leaves. And behind her, a man was thrusting his pelvis at her. Her moans coincided with each of the man's solid-driving thrusts.

Regaining her balance, Judy hid behind the tree and watched. There was something peculiar about the way the man was driving his organ into Mrs.

Thornton. It was in the wrong place! Judy's mind registered what she was really seeing, and she felt sick and excited at the same time. The man's cock was drilling up into Mrs. Thornton's bottom, not her pussy. When the man backed away, Judy could see the ring of muscle, stretched painfully wide to admit the hard rod of gristle. The man drove forward again, and Mrs. Thornton groaned, and Judy could tell it was pleasure and not pain that wrung the cry from her.

Judy felt her own excitement surge upward at the sight of the man's big organ being driven into Mrs. Thornton's straining asshole. Judy felt dirty and sickened and excited and fascinated all at the same time. For long moments she slumped against the trunk of the tree, watching with huge eyes, while her own bottom ached in sympathy, and her pussy swelled and itched with desire.

Judy's eyes grew bigger and bigger as she watched the man thrusting his organ deep into Mrs. Thornton. Mrs. Thornton's cries grew louder and quicker as the man's drives speeded up. He reached around her hips with one hand and mashed his fingers into Mrs. Thornton's pussy.

As she watched, Judy felt her own desire growing and her initial disgust and shock fading. Obviously Mrs. Thornton was enjoying what was being done to her, and the sight of the man's organ driving relentlessly into the red-haired woman excited Judy more and more. As if on its own volition, Judy's hand went to her own pussy and pressed the lips of her little slit, sending a wash of pleasure through her. Her knees weakened and she knelt behind the trunk of the tree, her eyes riveted on the scene before her. Almost without being aware of it, Judy slid one finger up into her little slit, setting off a sparkling series of pleasure shocks. Her tissues swelled, and she felt a wave of juices coat her fingers as she pumped her, finger in and out of her pussy. Clinging to the tree with one hand, Judy drove herself higher and higher as she watched the man ram his staff into Mrs. Thornton. Judy felt hot, searing joy surging higher and higher in her and redoubled her efforts with her hand until she was rewarded with a roaring rush of pleasure that blasted through her body, leaving her weak and shaking.

For a long time Judy clung to the base of the tree, fighting to control her senses and her breathing. A sound from behind her suddenly alerted Judy to her possible peril, and she looked for an escape. Seeing no other route open to her, Judy plunged into the thick underbrush, striving for speed and silence at the same time and accomplishing neither. The last glimpse Judy had of Mrs.

Thornton was of her passion-twisted face, glazed with pleasure and beaded with sweat as the man drove his organ up her bottom harder and faster.