Duncan Fox: Daddy_s darling daughter

Judy came flying out of her bedroom in a welter of tanned arms and legs, late for breakfast as usual. Her feet clattered on the stairs as she hurtled pell-mell down them, skipping every third one. Then, abruptly, she stopped and proceeded more sedately and maturely, recalling the strides forward her life had taken the day before.

"Good morning, Judy. Sleep well?" her mother greeted her cheerfully in the sun-filled kitchen.

"Fine, Mom, thanks," Judy replied. "G'morning, Daddy." She gave her father a chaste peck on the cheek.

"Good morning, Judy," he said, scarcely looking up from his paper.

"Scrambled eggs this morning, Judy. How many do you want?"

Judy thought for a second, suddenly aware of a ravenous hunger. "Three, I guess."

"By the way, what in the world did you yesterday?" Judy's mother asked.

Judy jerked slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Your clothes are a mess. They look as if you'd rolled in the dirt and then taken them off and tied them in knots. Even your bra."

"I got in a wrestling match with Jimmy;" Judy answered casually.

"Well, try to stay out of wrestling matches, or if you must get in one, take your clothes off first," Judy's mother joked. "And you'll have to do without a bra today, yours are all dirty."

"Okay, Mom," Judy answered casually, reaching for the funnies. She didn't notice the mildly surprised look her mother gave her. Ever since she had needed one, Judy had been adamant about wearing a bra. Now, however, she didn't care if she wore one or not. She liked the feeling of her breasts moving uncontained under her blouse, her nipples brushing to hardness against the fabric.

"What did you two do while I was out last night, anything special?" Judy's mother asked casually.

Judy cast a quick glance at her father, who kept his nose buried safely in the paper. From where she sat, Judy could see his ears color faintly. "Nothing special," she lied smoothly. The newspaper rustled slightly in her father's grip, then steadied.

"Eat your eggs," Judy's mother ordered unnecessarily as Judy began to shovel them into her mouth.

In a few minutes, Judy had finished her eggs. She was still sitting at the table when she heard her name being called. "That sounds like Billy, Mom. Can I go out and play?" She started to get up from the table.

"Drink your orange juice," her mother ordered.

Judy gulped it down, making a face. "Now can I go out and play?"

"Will you be home for lunch?"

Judy thought quickly. If she said yes, she was committed. If she said no, her mother would want to know where she would be. Judy decided to take a chance.

"I'll have lunch at Jimmy's, okay?"

"Just so I know where you'll be," her mother answered.

"Have a good time, Judy," her father said, no special note in his voice.

"Thanks, Dad. See you later. I'm coming, Billy," Judy hollered as she sailed out the door.

Judy clambered up the stack of boxes and stuck her head over the fence just as Billy opened his mouth and took another deep breath. "Hi," she greeted him, and giggled at the way his breath whooshed out of him. "Trying to break the sound barrier?"

Billy ignored her question. Instead he shuffled his feet nervously in the leaves. "You okay?"

"Course I'm okay," Judy answered.

"I mean after yesterday. That was a bad thing for us to do, leaving you tied up like that."

"It wasn't so bad."

Billy looked relieved, then embarrassed again. "Jimmy wants to know if you'd like to play cowboys and Indians again."

Judy felt a thrill ripple through her. "You mean like yesterday?"

"Yeah," Billy answered, blushing and brushing his blond hair out of his eyes.

Judy bit her lip. "I dunno. It gets pretty crowded in the woods. Someone's always coming along."

"Oh, we can play at Jimmy's house," Billy assured her quickly. "His folks are gonna be gone all day."

"Okay, let's go," Judy agreed quickly, turning onto the side path that was the shortcut to Jimmy's house.

In less than half an hour they were scaling the back fence into Jimmy's yard.

"Hi," Jimmy greeted them.

"Hi," Judy replied, a little self-consciously. "How're we gonna play?"

"Billy and me will be the Indians," Jimmy decided. "And you can be the settler again. Okay?"

"Okay," Judy agreed. "But let's not have a wrestling match this time, okay? My clothes got all messed up yesterday."

"Wh-why don't you take 'em off yourself?" Billy suggested, then turned bright red.

Judy was boiling with excitement deep inside. She felt her stomach knot up in anticipation, and felt the first flow of juices in her crotch. With awkward fingers, she began to unbutton her blouse. "You gonna tie me up again?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Sure," Jimmy answered tensely, his eyes locked on Judy's hands as she unfastened her buttons one by one.

"What about your costumes?" Judy asked.

"Oh, we're gonna… "

"We're gonna go naked," Jimmy finished for Billy. "It's more fun that way."

"Y-yeah, we're gonna go naked," Billy agreed, obviously startled. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Judy as she stripped off her blouse, leaving herself bare to the waist.

Judy kicked off her shoes and reached for the fastening of her shorts. "Sounds like a good idea," she agreed, her throat knotting up. "But you better hurry, or I'll be ahead of you." She skinned her shorts down her legs and hung them neatly with her blouse over the back of a lawn chair. Then she paused, clothed only in a skimpy pair of underpants.

"Come on, Billy, let's get undressed," Jimmy urged, jabbing his younger friend tensely.

"Okay," Billy agreed. He shook visibly as he stripped his shirt off and tossed it away.

Judy tried to be casual as she stood there in only her underpants. The morning sun was warm on her back as she crossed her arms over her breasts and rubbed her arms nervously. She bit her lower lip as she watched Jimmy and Billy strip.

They hurried, tearing at their clothes. In seconds they were down t their underpants. Their organs were already hard, tenting out their underwear. Almost as if it had been rehearsed, the three of them then stripped off their underpants. Trying to act casual, Judy turned her back on them to hang her underpants with the rest of her clothes. She felt their eyes on her naked buttocks, and her skin rippled in response to their gaze.

"Where you gonna tie me up?" she asked, her throat tense as she turned to face them again. Her eyes went automatically to their erect organs and her mouth watered. She felt a knotting deep in her guts as hunger stirred there again.

"Indians used to stake their captives out on the ground," Jimmy answered. "I thought that would be good."

"I brought my tent pegs over," Billy contributed.

"Where should I go?" Judy asked, tense with excitement.

"Lie down here on the grass," Jimmy instructed. "And put your arms and legs out to the sides."

Following his orders, Judy stretched out on the grass on her back. Spreading her arms out to the sides, she closed her eyes and let the morning sun burn through her lids. She heard Jimmy pounding something into the ground near one of her out stretched hands, felt the dull vibration of the ground. The pounding stopped, then a rope was being twisted around her wrist, then pulled tight, holding her wrist firmly. Then she felt Jimmy move to her other arm and repeat the process.

"Spread your legs," Jimmy said nervously.

Biting her lip, Judy spread her legs from their crossed position. She felt a chill draft strike the excited, swollen, juicy tissues of her crotch and shivered involuntarily. Jimmy grabbed her ankle and drew her leg out farther to the side before tying it down. When he had finished with Judy, her legs were stretched almost painfully far out to the sides. She could feel the tendons on the insides of her thighs stretching. She felt like a pagan sacrifice and almost giggled when she realized that she wasn't a virgin sacrifice, at any rate.