Duncan Fox: Daddy_s darling daughter

Larger gobs of the white fluid spattered down on the leaves.

Just as Jimmy's cock stopped spurting, Billy's began, a lighter discharge, more watery, that sprayed out over Judy's belly and thighs and rattled on the dry leaves. Judy's mouth watered at the sight.

With matching gasps and sighs, the two boys fell back away from her, letting go of both her and their own cocks. Their organs began to shrink rapidly, losing their stiffness and settling back between their legs as they both collapsed on the leaves.

For a long time they lay panting on the ground, trying to catch their breath.

Judy, hanging from the ropes, panted and wheezed, her own excitement slowly declining, leaving her limp and exhausted. The clearing echoed with the wheezes of all three of them. Then, slowly, she again became aware of the soft breezes over her naked skin and the rustle of the leaves around her. Somewhere overhead a mockingbird was singing, running through his repertoire.

In the distance there was a rustling and crashing. Jimmy scrambled awkwardly to his feet. "Jeezus, someone's coming!" he exclaimed, dashing for his clothes.

"Holy cow!" Billy squeaked, following the older boy's lead.

There was a comical scramble as they ran for their clothes and pulled them on.

"Hey! What about me?" Judy yelled, straining against the ropes.

"No time," Jimmy panted, struggling to tie his shoe as he hopped away.

"Lemme go," Judy pleaded.

"We'll be back," Billy promised, tripping over his shoelaces.

"Lemme go!" Judy cried out again, frantic, but the two boys disappeared up out of the hollow, crashing through the leaves and branches, leaving Judy naked and alone, bound helplessly to the big tree. As she hung there, struggling futilely against her bonds, the crashing drew nearer and nearer.

Judy started to yell for Jimmy and Billy again, then closed her mouth with a snap. There was a chance, just a chance, that whoever was crashing through the woods would pass the little hollow by. It wasn't unlikely, Judy thought. The hollow was well concealed, with no obvious paths leading into it.

The brush around the upper rim was heavy, shielding the clearing at the bottom, making it virtually invisible unless you knew it was there. Holding her breath and praying that the footsteps would pass her by, Judy strained against the ropes, but succeeded only in cutting them into her flesh. With Jimmy and Billy gone, Judy felt terribly naked and exposed as she hung from the tree. At least the breeze that brushed her skin was soft and warm. Searching for some way to loosen her ropes, Judy caught sight of her clothes scattered about the clearing. There was no sign of anything that might help her get free.

The footsteps crashing through the underbrush were louder now, nearer to the rim of the hollow. Judy twisted her head, trying to see through the thick brush, but with no luck. There was the sound of voices, and the footsteps sounded a little unsteady. Two voices were discernible now, a boy's and a girl's, or perhaps a man's and a woman's, Judy couldn't be sure. She found herself hoping that maybe it would be someone that could get her loose. Then she was hoping that whoever it was would pass her by. She dreaded being found the way she was-naked, bound to a tree and helpless. Hope and fear mingled in a miserable knot in her belly, and she held her breath, not knowing what to hope for.

The voices were right at the edge of the hollow now, and Judy saw a flash of color through the thick brush. Her mouth went dry as the steps seemed to run along the thick brush at the top of the hollow, as if seeking a path downward.

"Hey, I thought you said nobody knew about this place," a girl said in a languid voice.

"I did," a man drawled, his words strangely fuzzy and drawn out.

"Well, man, like I think there's someone down there," the girl observed.

"Couldn't be," the man answered lazily. "I just found this place myself last week."

"Well, I tell you, there's something down there, because I saw it," the girl replied, her words too lazy and slow to be argumentative.

"So, let's go down and see."

"See, I told you there was someone here," the girl said from behind Judy.

"Crazy! Looks like someone's tied to the tree."

"Groovy!" the girl exclaimed. "Let's see who it is."

Judy twisted her head in the direction of the voices. Into sight strolled two long-haired people in sleeveless shirts and tattered jeans. One of them held a curiously fashioned cigarette, from which trailed a thin streamer of blue smoke.

"Hey, she ain't got no clothes on," one of them said, and Judy realized that the one who had just spoken was the boy. His long hair had fooled Judy at first.

"Now ain't that a kick in the head," the girl giggled, taking a drag on the cigarette.

"Hey, who left you like that?" the boy asked, taking the cigarette from his girl's fingers and drawing on it deeply.

"Some friends of mine," Judy mumbled, hanging her head and feeling terribly exposed.

"Friends, huh?" The girl giggled again. "Man, with friends like that, who needs enemies?"

"It was a game," Judy mumbled. Her skin crawled under the surveillance of the strangers.

"Man, what a groovy game," the boy chuckled. The smoke from the cigarette made Judy's nose wrinkle. It smelled funny.

"Is that pot?" Judy asked, curiosity pricking her. She'd heard of it in school, even knew some kids her age that had tried it, but she had never smelled it before.

"Whooooweee, is it ever," the girl squealed, then giggled again. "Gimme some more, Jake. I am stoned." Taking a huge drag on the rapidly shrinking cigarette, the girl giggled again, puffs of the smoke shooting from her nostrils.

"Oh, you know about pot?" the boy asked, sitting down in front of Judy. His eyes raked over her. Somehow his inspection was different from the one she had received from Jimmy and Billy. She could tell that Jake had seen it all before, and was comparing her to other girls. The knowledge did little to ease Judy's discomfort.

"What's your name?" the girl asked, settling next to the boy and draping a lazy arm over his shoulder.

"Judy," Judy answered. "Hey, untie me, will you?"

"I dunno," the boy answered. "Should we untie her, Polly?"

The girl wrinkled her forehead, her thoughts battling through a marijuana haze.

"What if her friends come back? It might spoil their game."

"No it wouldn't," Judy shot back. "Honest it wouldn't They're probably not coming back anyway."

"They might," the boy replied. "And then we would have spoiled their game."

"And we wouldn't want to spoil their game, would we, Jake?" the girl said.

"No, we wouldn't want to spoil their game," Jake agreed.

"Hey, the smoke's almost all gone," Polly observed sadly as she eyed the butt of the reefer.

"So it is, so it is," Jake mused, taking the smoldering remnant from Polly.

"Gee, this is a groovy place," Polly said, gazing around the clearing.

"I told you it was," Jake noted, carefully pinching out the ash on the reefer and tucking the roach away in a little tin box.

"But how we gonna do what we were gonna do with her here?" Polly asked, waving a hand at Judy.

"If you untie me, I'll leave," Judy said quickly, hoping for release. Her shoulders were beginning to ache from the strain on them.

"Uh uh, can't do that," Jake said. "Can't spoil your game. Sure can't do that."

"No, we sure can't do that," Polly agreed, brushing strands of her long, straight hair back and cuddling her cheek against Jake's shoulder. "How old are you, anyway? You look real young."

"Thirteen," Judy lied.

"I bet she's only twelve," Jake snickered, then laughed when Judy blushed.

"Got a nice little body; though," Polly observed.