James Barton - X-rated daughter

When she had caught her breath, Wendy took off again. This time, she paced herself and jogged comfortably alongside the road. The moon gave her ample light and she knew no fear as she ran toward freedom. She was exhilarated and she knew she was going to be able to make good her escape – so long as they did not miss her too soon!

She had gone another mile when suddenly she heard a familiar sound somewhere behind her. It took a moment to register, but when it did, she acted quickly. She bolted from the road and into the thick scrub growth. Stopping, she caught her breath as a pair of headlights splashed the road; an automobile was approaching from the direction of the lodge.

She crouched and peered through the underbrush as the vehicle came closer and closer. As it reached the spot where she had left the road, it slowed and nearly stopped. For a moment, Wendy's heart stopped, then it beat furiously in her young breast as the car sped up again and disappeared into the darkness.

She knew she would have to leave the road now – they had missed her and come looking for her! As she stood there, Wendy found herself on a small footpath that ran parallel to the road; she looked around, made her decision and struck off in the same direction.

Two hours later, Wendy was hopelessly lost. She had veered away from the road at some point, then the moon had become shadowed by clouds. She was panic-stricken as she realized she could not find the road and she debated whether or not to return along the path in an attempt to find it again. She was about to turn around to go back when she saw a soft glow off in the distance.

Approaching cautiously, Wendy came upon a small clearing. Two men sat before a low campfire. Nearby was parked a small truck with a camper. Wendy heaved a sigh of relief, stumbled into the clearing and called out.

"Well, well… what have we here?" the man nearest the fire remarked as he saw Wendy.

Wendy brushed her hair out of her face and felt a flood of relief go through her body as she looked about the small camp; she saw the carcasses of two deer hanging from a nearby tree and she realized the men were hunters.

She glanced from one man to the other as they both stood. "Can… you help me?" she asked in a tired voice, "I'm in trouble…"

The largest of the two men stepped forward took hold of Wendy's wrist as his friend looked about apprehensively. "You sure are, sweetheart…" he told her in a sluned voice and Wendy caught the odor of whiskey on the man's breath.

She chilled then as she realized these men were not simply hunters – they were poachers! And she knew too, they would be of little help to her!

"Please… let go of my arm, you're hurting me!" she cried as the man pulled her to him.

Without speaking, the man called Fred took hold of Wendy's shirt and ripped it open. "That look like a kid to you?" he questioned.

Wendy shrank from the men's sight and attempted to cover herself. But the man's grip was too firm and she found her arm twisted behind her as the man slipped the shin, from her, body. She saw the second man approaching and she cringed in fear as he licked his lips and leered at her.

"Man… she is some lovely piece!" he said thickly and reached out to cup her breast.

As the man's hand closed on her tit, Wendy felt the other man's hand at her waist. He pulled at the buttons and she felt a rush of cold air wash over her exposed body.

"Please…" she begged, "don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone I saw you here! Please… just help me to get to the highway!"

"Are you lost, little girl?" the man asked as he ran his hand to her belly and let it linger there.

"Yes… oh, please…" she begged as the other man slipped both his hands around her waist and cupped her tits.

"Well, Bobby, looks like we've got some company for the night – dropped right outta heaven!"

The man called Bobby looked down at Wendy's golden bush of pubic hair and licked his lips. He looked at her nakedness and let out a groan as he fell to his knees.

Wendy could not believe this was happening to her. The man forced her legs apart roughly and before she could even cry out, he had his mouth on her pussy and was tonguing it wildly. She tried to twist away from the two men, but it was impossible. The man eating her pussy had a firm hold on her hips and the other was pressed against her quivering body holding tight to her tits.

"Oh, God… stop!" she cried as the man behind her nuzzled her neck roughly. She felt his growth of beard as it scraped her cheeks and she became aware of the other man's beard on her tender inner thighs.

"Man, she's a hot one!" Fred said as he tried to twist her head around. Finally, he managed and as his lips closed over her mouth he felt his prick growing against his leg.

Wendy gasped as she smelled the man's whiskey breath. He forced his tongue into her mouth and Wendy gagged at its vileness. Then, as she felt him unzip his trousers and his throbbing cock sprang forth, she experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach. The man's mouth on her cunt was sending delirious waves of sensual pleasure over her body and she knew she was beginning to respond to his rough caresses. She fought the feeling, but only momentarily as the other man took her hand and guided it to his pulsing prick.

"How's that for size, baby?" he whispered in her ear as her fingers curled about his cock. "If it ain't big enough, Bobby's got one that's a wee bit bigger!"

Wendy whimpered as the man's prick twitched in her hand. She could not tight the feelings any longer and she found herself bunching forward to Bobby's mouth as she squeezed the growing prick.

The man on his knees looked up as he felt the naked girl moving her hips to his mouth. He saw her head twisted around and his friend's mouth glued to hers. Then, he saw that she had a firm hold on Fred's prick. His mind reeled as he realized the girl wanted it as much as they wanted her and he renewed his attack on her golden-haired pussy.

"Jesus!" Fred gasped as he pulled his mouth from Wendy's. "Let's get inside the camper and get naked… this little bitch is hot enough to fuck us both!"

The three of them stumbled toward the open camper; Wendy allowed herself to be hoisted up and into the dark interior. She watched as the men tore off their clothing and dove in after her. Bobby got in first and swept her into his arms. As his mouth closed about hers and he guided her hand to his prick, Wendy felt her legs pried apart and Fred began licking her cunt.

"Ughhhhnnn… yesssssss… eat me! Eat my pussy!" she cried and Bobby fondled her tits and tried to force his tongue back into her mouth.

Rolling her head to one side, she told him, "Let me suck you… give me your prick!"

Bobby moved up and over the girl as his friend lapped her teenaged cunt. He took hold of his prick and guided it into her warm, wet mouth. As she took it, he shuddered and cursed loudly as she tongued him. "Jeeeee-sussss! She's gonna suck it off!" and he took hold of her head as Wendy forced more and more of his throbbing flesh into her mouth.

Fred looked up and saw the girl sucking his friend's prick. He swallowed thickly and moved between her legs, his prick held tightly in his hand.

Wendy felt the man nudge her wet cunt with the head of his prick. She arched to him and as she did, his prick slid into the tight sheath of her vagina.

"God almighty! This bitch is so tight, you'd think she was a virgin!" Fred exclaimed. He took hold of her full asscheeks and began thrusting forward then as Bobby panted over Wendy's sucking mouth.

Wendy's mind was a confusion of lust and passion as the two men used her body wantonly. She writhed in sensual pleasure as she felt her cunt filled with Fred's prick and she sucked the plum-like head of the other man's cock lavishly. Then, a picture flashed in her mind's eye and she recalled Joni with both men fucking her at the same time.