Duncan Fox

Daddy_s darling daughter

CHAPTER 1

Bubbling over with good spirits, Judy dashed down the hall from her room, her feet thundering along the floor. Skipping every third stair, she managed to avoid sliding down the banister, remembering her father's latest explosion when she had done so and scratched the highly polished rail. At the bottom of the stairs, Judy slowed her headlong rush and tried to assume a dignity more in keeping with her nearly thirteen years-well, anyway, almost twelve and a half years. She was becoming a grown-up woman now, she reminded herself, and giggled. After all, hadn't she gotten her first bra over a month ago now? As she went toward the kitchen, Judy glanced down with pride at the developing mounds on her chest. She became aware of the soft touch of air over her trim, tanned belly, below the short top she wore. The frayed fringe of the chopped-off Levi's she wore tickled her slender legs as she walked.

"Good morning, Judy," her mother greeted her. "Your eggs will be ready in a few minutes."

"Thanks, Mom," Judy replied, giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek.

"Good morning, Sugar," Judy's father greeted her, looking up from his paper and giving her a smile.

"Good morning, Daddy," Judy replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. As usual, he smelled faintly of after-shave lotion, and even though he had just shaved, his whiskers scraped Judy's sensitive cheek.

Judy sat in her usual chair, made her usual face and drank her usual orange juice. As she did so, she cast a quick, sideways glance at her father. His hair was just beginning to become peppered with flecks of silver, especially at his sideburns. Judy decided it was going to be terribly distinguished and hoped he wouldn't ever think of coloring it or anything. Carol's daddy had done that, and it looked really weird.

"What's on your agenda for today?" Judy's mother asked, bringing the eggs over from the stove.

"I dunno," Judy answered. "Nothing, I guess."

"Well, I'm not going to be home all day. I've got a shopping trip this morning, and garden club this afternoon. You'll have to fend for yourself."

"Okay, Mom," Judy replied around a mouthful of eggs.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," her mother corrected her automatically. "And I don't want you swimming while we're not here. Agreed?"

"Yes, Mother," Judy sighed. "I know the rules."

"Well, I just want to make sure you remember them," her mother answered. "It's not safe to swim alone. Something could happen and you might drown."

"Yes, Mother," Judy sighed again.

"Now, Mildred, I'm sure Judy knows the rules and understands them," Judy's father said. "She's getting to be a big girl now, remember."

Judy flushed with pleasure at the remark and again glanced down at her developing breasts. She took a deep breath to stick them out farther. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her father looking at her, a strange light in his eyes and a smile on his lips. His look made Judy feel even better. "Gosh, it's a nice day. Too bad you have to go to work, Daddy."

Judy's father looked out the window. "I know what you mean, Sugar. I'll try to get home early. If you're around, we can get in some swimming."

"That'd be great, Daddy," Judy bubbled.

Breakfast finished, Judy excused herself from the table and dashed outside into the bright summer sunshine. It was warm already, and the sun was hot on Judy's bare arms and legs, burning through the thin cotton of her top onto her shoulders. The water of the swimming pool was dead calm, an inviting pool of blue. Judy thought of how the cool water would feel washing over her slender body, how it would make the nipples of her little breasts peak and harden into little knots. She remembered how it had felt one time, when, in violation of her parents rules, she had gone swimming when no one was at home. She'd gone swimming in the nude, and the cool water had rushed over her body like a million tiny fingers. It had pried into places it didn't normally reach when she wore a suit and had excited her and left her feeling warm and strange down inside.

Walking past the pool, Judy heard her father's car start up and back out of the garage. Reaching the back fence, Judy climbed the stack of boxes piled there, rather than struggling with the latch on the gate. Dropping down on the other side of the fence, Judy went almost to her knees before recovering her balance.

Behind the house was a large tract of wilderness. Kicking through the dry leaves, she wandered down a familiar path. The shadow and light of the sun through the trees made her blink: The woods were deep and shadowed, dappled with sun. A flash of color caught her eye, and she bent down to pick a flower.

Twirling it between her fingers turned it into a pinwheel of color. She wondered if she could hypnotize herself by staring and spinning the blossom, then quickly stopped, afraid she might succeed and then not be able to wake herself.

Something rustled in the underbrush, making Judy jump and turn. All she could see was the tail of a large dog loping off through the trees. She whistled and called to it, but it kept moving away from her.

Taking a generally downhill course, Judy strolled down familiar paths toward the stream at the bottom of the hill. She'd lived here all her life, and ever since she'd been old enough to open the gate by herself, she had roamed these same paths. She could let her mind wander while her feet selected their own way down the hillside. Judy found herself thinking of the changes that were slowly taking place in her body and around her. The burgeoning of her breasts into snowy-white mounds was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, she decided. Now boys would have something to be interested in. Her father seemed more interested in her, too, though he kept it hidden from her mother.

Judy had caught his eyes lingering on her just the night before while she had been watching television. He thought she wouldn't notice, keeping his face buried in a magazine, but Judy had seen how his eyes flickered over to her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Noticing his attention, Judy had carefully leaned back on her arms and arched her spine slightly as she sat on the floor, posing the way she had seen a girl in a bikini bathing suit posing one time in a picture.

Later on, after she had put on her pajamas, Judy had come downstairs to kiss her parents good night. Her mother had been knitting and had hardly noticed when Judy had kissed her on the cheek. Her father, however, had carefully set his book aside and taken Judy in his arms. As he had kissed her on the cheek, his hands had wandered over Judy's back for a few exciting seconds. She had become aware of a strange bulge growing in his lap; then, her heart pounding, she had gotten up and moved away, suddenly conscious of her naked body under the flimsy shorty pajamas. Her heart beating fast, she had hurried upstairs and gotten into bed. A strange itching in her crotch kept her from sleeping for a long time.

Judy suddenly took stock of where she had emerged from the woods. At her feet, a shallow stream a few feet wide gurgled and chuckled in its bed, rippling over the stones. The sunlight flashed back at Judy from the surface of the clear water, and here and there a water-strider's feet made dimples in the surface as it skated over the water. In a little pool a crayfish staggered and lurched over the pebbles, its claws reaching in search of some breakfast, pulling invisible bits of moss from the stones.

Judy kicked off, her worn sneakers and lay on her back, her feet trailing in the icy water. As she lay there, she looked up through the leaves of the trees.

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.

"Why don't you come with me? Jimmy's got some new things he wants to show off," the boy suggested.

"Wait a minute, Billy. I gotta get my shoes," Judy said, scrambling briskly down the tree.

Billy paced the bank, his feet rustling through the dry leaves. He was wearing a tattered pair of shorts. His blond hair was shaggy and uncombed, drooping down over his tanned and freckled forehead. "Hurry up, will you?"

"I'm hurrying," Judy answered, tying her sneakers carefully. "What's Jimmy got that's so all fired exciting?"

"I dunno," Billy admitted, brushing the hair back out of his eyes with one hand. "He just told me to meet him at the usual place."

"It's too hot to run," Judy protested when Billy threatened to trot off down the path away from her. It wasn't really, but Judy felt lazy after her time on the branch, and her muscles felt all loose and shaky. There was a spot of moistness at her crotch that was cold and sticky as she walked along. She glanced down cautiously, and was relieved to see that nothing showed on the outside of her shorts.

"What were you doing up in the tree?" Billy asked.

"Nothing special," Judy answered carefully. "I thought there was a bird's nest I could reach."

"Naah, couldn't be," Billy retorted. "You know Jimmy and me got every bird nest in the woods."

"Oh, you did not," Judy answered.

"Did so," Billy shot back. "We got every single one."

"Then where are the baby birds going to live?"

"I dunno," Billy answered briskly. "And I don't care."

"Besides, there's a bird's nest right up there." Judy pointed.

"So maybe we didn't get all of them," Billy admitted, leading the way from the stream along a winding trail. From the thickness of the woods, it was hard to believe they were only a few minutes walk from a busy housing development.

Judy's house was on one side of the woods, one of the older houses. On the other side, barely a mile away, was a neatly laid-out housing development with uniform houses, perfect lawns and carefully channeled streams. Since the building of the development, the woods had become laced with paths. The school was on the same side of the woods as Judy's house, and the children from the development had quickly found the short cuts through.

"I thought Jimmy was away," Judy noted, picking her steps carefully through a series of roots and rocks.

"He just got back," Billy answered. "That's where he got what he got."

"So what'd he get?" Judy asked.

"I don't' know, dummy," Billy shot back. "He didn't tell me."

"Well, I sure hope it's worth the trip," Judy panted. The path had become steep and winding, curling toward the top of a hill. At the top of the hill was a depression of unknown origin, perhaps the last, lingering remnants of a basement. It was a frequent hangout of Jimmy, Billy, Judy and some of the others in the area.

"There he is," Billy shouted, pointing down into the hollow.

"Well, hurry up," Judy urged, pushing Billy ahead of her into the depression.

"What took you so long?" Jimmy asked.

"Ahhhh, Judy didn't want to run," Billy snorted.

"It's too hot," Judy observed. "What you got?"

"Look," Jimmy urged, waving one hand.

"Wow, what is it?" Billy asked, pawing through the heap indicated.

"Real Indian stuff," Jimmy answered. "The stuff real Indians wear."

"Really? Lemme see." Judy pushed through to see. There were headbands and feathers, and belts and something else. "What's this?" she asked, holding up a strip of brightly colored, beaded material.

"A breechcloth," Jimmy stated authoritatively.

"So what is it?" Billy asked, holding up a second one and a beaded belt.

"It's what they wear instead of pants," Jimmy answered shortly.

"Couldn't be," Billy announced, holding the strip of cloth around his waist as if it were a towel.

"Not that way," Jimmy snorted. "This way." He took the breechcloth Judy was holding and picked up a second beaded belt. Wrapping the belt around his waist, he tucked one end of the cloth over the belt, then passed the rest of it through his legs and put it over the belt in back. "Only they don't wear nothing else."

"No kiddin'?" Billy exclaimed. Awkwardly, he tried to duplicate what Jimmy had done, but the cloth was too short. "It don't work with me."

"That's because you got a bunch of other clothes on, silly," Judy said.

Jimmy was swaggering around with his breechcloth over his pants but the cloth kept pulling out of the belt. "I think she's right," Jimmy observed.

"Well, I ain't gonna take my pants off with her around," Billy stated.

"I seen it all before anyway," Judy snorted, lying.

"Come on, let's put them on right," Jimmy urged. "We can go behind the bushes."

"Well, okay," Billy reluctantly agreed. "But no peeking," he ordered Judy.

"I won't peek," Judy answered, bending down and picking up one of the headbands. Slipping it around her forehead, she lifted a hand to check the position of the single feather it held. Through the bushes she saw the occasional flicker of one of the boys' bodies as they shed their pants and slipped on the breechcloths. There was a great deal of whispering and muttering as they changed.

Suddenly, with a chorus of whoops and shouts, they bounded out from behind the bushes, their tanned bodies flashing in the dappled sunlight.

Judy eyed the two of them carefully, her cheeks flaming. "You don't have anything on," she observed.

"We do so," Billy shot back, looking down at himself.

"Sure we do," Jimmy agreed.

"Well, it sure ain't much," Judy snorted. Their outfits covered much less than their bathing suits, as was evident from the un-tanned skin that showed. While the breech-clothes covered their privates, as Judy called them, they left their sides bare except for the negligible strip of belt around their middles. In back, their buttocks were barely concealed. The flaps of cloth hanging down front and rear concealed little.

"You can't see nothing," Billy snorted, looking down, unsure of himself.

"Hey, let's play Indians," Jimmy urged, snatching up the headdress.

"Yeah, let's," Judy agreed.

"Gimme my, headband, squaw," Billy snorted, grabbing for the one Judy was wearing.

"What can I wear?" Judy asked, looking around the clearing. There didn't seem to be anything left.

"You be the white settler, and we'll capture you," Jimmy said, adjusting the angle of the headdress.

"Yeah, let's capture her," Billy cheered.

There was something new in Jimmy's and Billy's eyes, and Judy started to back away.

CHAPTER 2

"Now wait just a minute, you guys," Judy said, holding up her hands. "Maybe I don't want to be a settler"

"Got any rope?" Billy asked, paying no attention to Judy's protests.

"Sure," Jimmy answered.

The two boys spread out on either side of Judy, making her turn her head from side to side to watch them. Her heart began to beat harder. The sight of Jimmy's and Billy's tanned bodies, covered only by the tiny breechcloths added to Judy's excitement. There were evident bulges under the clinging loincloths, and Judy's eyes kept being drawn to them.

"What are we waiting for?" Jimmy asked.

"I dunno," Billy answered.

As if that were a signal, the two boys jumped for her. Judy tried to dart between them, but Jimmy's hand tangled in her top, whirling her around. Before she could pull free, Billy had also grabbed her. She tried to back up, but stopped as her top was pulled up dangerously high. "Wait a minute. Time out!" she hollered, to no avail.

"Let's get her," Billy urged, pulling on her top.

"Wait – a – minute!" Judy shouted, panting, trying to twist free as her top was pulled up farther and farther. The lower edge of it caught on her small breasts and was pulling against her bra. The pressure against the small, tender mounds felt hot and heavy, and something stirred inside of Judy. The hollow rang with the excited cries of the three of them as they danced and spun around the clearing. Cool air brushed over Judy's torso and midriff as she struggled to get free. Suddenly the top slipped, pulling sharply across her bra-clad breasts and whipping off over her head. The sudden release sent her flying backward to land on her seat in the leaves and then tumble upside down, feet sailing over her head.

"Get her," Billy shouted excitedly, and suddenly they grabbed the tattered fringe of Judy's shorts.

"Hey, cut it out, you guys," Judy pleaded, suddenly conscious of her lack of a top. She didn't know whether to try to shield her breasts, still covered by her bra, or try to dig her fingers in the ground and resist the boys.

"Over this way," Jimmy grunted, pulling on one leg of Judy's shorts. Billy had a tight grip on the other leg, and together they managed to pull Judy across the clearing, leaves, sticks, twigs and pebbles scraping across her back as they dragged her along.

"Cut it out," she hollered, kicking at them futilely. Somehow, by her kicking, she managed to get rolled over on her stomach, so she was being dragged face down through the leaves and over the roots. Things caught and pulled at her bra, threatening to yank it off her small breasts. Desperately, Judy grabbed for something to hold onto and managed to catch small trees in each hand.

"Leggo, damnit," Jimmy cursed, continuing to tug on Judy's shorts.

"Yeah, leggo," Billy chimed in.

"You leggo," Judy panted, hanging onto the little trees for dear life. She was pulled up off the ground and hung suspended in mid-air by the grip of the boys on the legs of her shorts. Judy's long blonde hair hung around her face in a tickling cloud, her ponytail disrupted by the fight. She could feel the waistband of her shorts digging into her hips as the tugging of the boys threatened to drag her pants off. "Leggo!" she shouted again, holding desperately onto the trees.

"You leggo," Jimmy panted, jerking at her.

There was a popping sound, and Judy looked down to see the button of her shorts fall into the leaves. The waist of her shorts began to spread open, letting them slip lower on her hips. She was about to lose her pants, and the thought made her kick and struggle even harder. It was no use. The zipper of the old pants slowly inched its way downward, letting the shorts open farther and farther. Inch by inch she felt them slip over her hips.

"Look, she's losing her pants!" Billy howled, pulling on the leg of the shorts even harder.

"So what," Jimmy panted. "Us Indians don't care what happens to the white squaw."

"Right," Billy agreed.

"Cut it out, guys," Judy pleaded as her shorts slipped lower and lower.

Suddenly they were over her hips, releasing the tension on her body and dropping her face first into the dirt and leaves.

Spitting out a mouthful of leaves and dust, Judy tried to scramble to her feet.

Before the boys could release her shorts, she kicked free of the entangling garment and managed to get to her feet. She was halfway across the little hollow when two bodies hurtled down on her, one high and one low, ramming her face first into the dead leaves. She felt bare arms and legs wrapping around her, rubbing against her bare skin. She was in only her bra and panties now, and became painfully aware of her near nudity as the two boys clawed at her.

There was no shouting now as the three of them wrestled in the hollow, tumbling and rolling over and over in the leaves, panting and sweating with the strain.

Jimmy got a hand under Judy's bra, gripping the bottom of one cup, his knuckles grinding into the tender rise of her breast.

"I got her," he panted, struggling and digging his feet into the dirt, trying to pull Judy along.

"Just a second," Billy gasped, managing to kick free of the tangle. Seeing how Jimmy was holding Judy, Billy did the same.

"Hey, cut it out, guys, that hurts," Judy complained as their knuckles dug into her under her bra.

"Just relax, white squaw," Jimmy panted, not releasing his grasp.

"Let's get her tied up," Billy wheezed, pulling at Judy, trying to drag her along as she kicked and struggled.

She clawed at them, to no avail, as they dragged her over the rough ground, her heels digging into the earth and cutting two furrows in the leaves. She puffed strenuously, trying to blow the hair out of her eyes and off her face as she was hauled along. Kicking her feet out, she managed to hook her toes under a tough vine. The vine suddenly tightened, halting her progress with a jerk that stretched their body.

"Leggo, damnit," Jimmy repeated, tugging at her.

"Yeah, leggo," Billy echoed, also tugging at her.

"Cut it out!" Judy screamed as she felt her bra stretching and giving way, slipping up over her breasts as the boys dragged at it. A fraction of an inch at a time the garment crept up the mounds of her breasts. Her arms were trapped, and she had no chance to fight back or to pull her slowly slipping undergarment back into place. As she writhed in the grip of the two boys, sweat poured off her body with the strain of the struggle.

Suddenly the strain was too much for the bra, and something gave. The flimsy garment parted abruptly, whipping over Judy's arms. She dropped to the ground with a thud, her head bouncing on the cushion of leaves. She saw Jimmy and Billy let go of her bra and throw it aside. Their eyes were fastened on her bare breasts, and she could feel her nipples hardening in the air. The boys were frozen, staring at her, and Judy rolled over and tried to crawl away from them on her hands and her feet, her little bottom sticking up in the air.

"Hold it," Jimmy shouted, making a grab. His fingers caught in the waistband of Judy's only remaining clothing.

Judy's panties were old and had been washed too many times. The nylon was still good, but the stitching was weak and rotting. Jimmy's grip was the last straw for the flimsy threads. Every seam let go all at once, and Judy felt her last minuscule covering dissolve, leaving her nude as she scrambled away from the two boys. She didn't get more than ten feet before they hurtled down on her, slamming her face first into the ground once again.

The cool feeling of air on her sensitive skin made her acutely aware of her nudity, as did the scraping of the ground over her bare skin.

"Get her other arm and leg," Jimmy directed, grabbing Judy's left wrist and left ankle.

Judy tried to get free, but her exhaustion left her too weak to do more than just writhe slightly. Billy quickly immobilized Judy's right arm and right leg, his fingers squeezing tightly around her wrist and ankle.

"Enough is enough, huh, guys?" Judy panted. "Lemme go, please?"

"You're our captive now," Billy replied.

Spread eagled between them, Judy felt them struggle, then pick her up. Carrying her face down, they lugged her across the clearing. Judy's hair hung around her face in stringy streamers as she was hauled along, her belly inches from the ground, her back arching painfully. She looked down, eyeing her breasts, thrust outward and downward by her arched position. Her nipples were tiny, hard buds on the low, developing mounds. Below her breasts was her bare belly, where she could just see the indentation of her navel. Her ribs heaved as she fought for breath. The touch of the air over her entirely naked body was like a thousand cool, thrilling feathers. Her embarrassment was tempered with a tense excitement that speeded her panting. By turning her head from side to side she could see the two nearly nude boys who were carrying her across the clearing.

Her eyes went to those mysterious, concealed areas at their groins. She wondered if there were a possibility of them removing their last covering so she could satisfy her curiosity about what lay between their legs.

"Where's the rope?" Billy asked.

"Right here," Jimmy panted.

Together the two of them managed to haul Judy to a big tree. Then they paused, trying to figure out how best to handle her.

"I know," Jimmy said. "Let go of her foot and we'll stand her up against the tree and pull her arms around it."

"Okay," Billy agreed. "But we better let go at the same time or she might get away."

"On the count of three," Jimmy panted. "One… two… three!"

At "three", the boys dropped Judy's feet with a thud. As she struggled to stand, strong hands wrapped around her wrists and jerked her upright. Judy's feet ran right out from under her, her legs flying out in front of her as the boys lifted her arms and dragged them backward. Before she could regain her feet, she slammed back against the rough bark of the tree and her arms were forced back around the trunk.

"Here's the rope," Jimmy panted, and Judy felt him wrapping it around one of her wrists. Then he captured her other wrist in a loop of rope and in seconds her arms were immobilized, her back pressed against the rough bark of the tree.

"What about her feet?" Billy asked. "Shouldn't we get them tied up, too?"

"Yeah," Jimmy agreed, still working on the knots on Judy's wrists. She couldn't tell for sure, but there seemed to be a gap of about a foot and a half between her wrists because of the bulk of the tree. The rough bark scraped harshly against the tender skin on the insides of her arms, and her shoulders were pulled sharply back.

"Gimme one of her feet," Jimmy said, and Judy looked down. Billy grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her off balance by jerking her foot out from under her.

"Hey, take it easy," Judy urged, struggling to avoid falling by putting her full weight on her already overstressed arms.

"Sorry," Billy apologized, holding Judy's ankle while Jimmy wrapped a few turns of rope around it. Judy's knee was bent, and she was almost standing on her toes the way her leg was bent around the tree.

"Now the other one," Jimmy said.

"Hang on, Judy," Billy said, grabbing her other foot.

Awkwardly, Judy managed to keep her balance as Billy dragged her foot around the tree. As Jimmy tied her ankle with the last few feet of rope, she managed to regain her balance. She was wrapped around the tree, her back pressing against the big trunk. One end of the rope was secured around her left wrist, dragging her arm back around the tree1 Then Jimmy had looped and tied the rope around her right wrist, also putting it behind her. From there the rope led down to first one ankle, then the other.

"There," Jimmy sighed, satisfied. Judy heard him get to his feet, then dust off his hands.

"Let's see what we got, Chief," Billy urged, a tremor of excitement in his voice.

The two boys came around from behind the tree and stared at Judy's naked body, strained around the big trunk. Judy blushed and hung her head, feeling her hair trail down over her bare shoulders and brush the tips of her breasts. With her arms dragged back, her breasts were thrust out prominently. Her nipples were pert, bard pink buds in the fresh air, pointing outward from the arch of her body. Below, Judy's belly was stretched taut, and her legs were spread wide.

Her sex, with its first tentative wisps of curling blonde hairs, was totally exposed. Judy bit her lip with excitement as the boys surveyed her. She looked at them, her eyes raking over their nearly naked bodies to rest on where the Indian loincloths concealed their sexes. There were growing bulges under both of the minimal garments.

"Wow," Jimmy breathed. "She's beautiful."

"Yeah," Billy agreed. "She sure is pretty."

Judy flushed with pleasure at their obvious and flattering admiration, and her nipples hardened further. She knew it was supposed to be wrong to be naked in front of boys. But she was helpless. There was nothing she could do. After all, it wasn't her fault that they had ripped all her clothes off her. And now she was tied up, completely helpless, completely at their mercy. It was exciting, and Judy felt her insides heating up as she hung there, trapped against the tree. It was the same, thrilling excitement she had felt when she had spied on her parents, the same excitement she had felt straddling the limb of the tree.

Her heart began to pound harder, and little, involuntary ripples of excitement made her muscles wiggle under her skin. She held her head up and stared at the two boys boldly with her direct blue eyes. The sun felt warm on her bare skin, especially where it struck those areas normally covered by her bathing suit.

She was tanned a beautiful golden brown from long hours by the swimming pool, but her breasts and her crotch were highlighted, un-tanned, pale white in the summer sun.

Jimmy's Adam's apple bobbed convulsively as he swallowed. "Heap pretty paleface," he observed, his voice shaking.

"What we do with her now, Chief?" Billy asked, his words coming out in little jerks.

Judy fell in with the game, holding her head up defiantly, curling her lip in scorn at her two captors. Her eyes raked over Jimmy. Older than her by a year, his muscles were just beginning to fill out into maturity. His skin was deeply tanned; his hair, straight and brown, was filled with bits of leaves and twigs from the wrestling match. His glowing eyes were a deep, dark brown. "You don't dare do anything to me. The cavalry will save me," Judy taunted them.

"Quiet, squaw," Jimmy snapped, pacing around her nervously. He was sweating slightly as he clenched and unclenched his hands. The bulge in his loincloth was immense now, straining the flimsy garment to the ultimate. "Damn, these things the Indians wore aren't very comfortable," he observed.

"Nope," Billy agreed nervously, following the lead of the older boy.

Judy transferred her attention from Jimmy's more mature body to Billy's. He was twelve, the same age as Judy. His limbs were more slender, and his skin less tanned than Jimmy's. His hair was blond, almost the color of Judy's straw like and straight. His eyes were a pale blue, almost gray, and his nose, instead of being tanned, was both freckled and sunburned at the same time. There were a few wisps of dried and peeling skin on it. As Judy watched, he picked at the shreds of skin idly. Her eyes flickered down to his crotch. The bulge in his loincloth was as impressive as Jimmy's. Something big was pushing out at the cloth, and Judy wanted to see what it was. She'd seen boys naked before-babies, anyway. But this was different. Her own excitement was urging her to get them to uncover what was so thinly veiled by the loincloths.

"If you're so uncomfortable, why don't you take off your breechcloths?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Oh, yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, squaw?" Billy sneered, trying to bluster it out.

"Why not?" Judy challenged him. "I'm naked. I bet the Indians went naked sometimes."

"They did not," Billy retorted nervously. "I bet they never went naked."

"They did so," Judy argued. "Remember the picture in that book we found in the library?"

"She's right, Billy," Jimmy said, his fingers toying nervously with the beaded belt which held up his only piece of clothing.

"Aw, she is not," Billy shot back.

"What's the matter, you chicken?" Judy challenged boldly, her pulse pounding in her ears. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the bulge in Jimmy's loincloth.

It seemed to swell even further as she stared.

"I ain't no chicken," Jimmy said. "Come on, Billy, let's take 'em off."

"I will if you will," Billy agreed, his voice squeaking.

"Well, I'm going to," Jimmy stated. His hands were shaking, but he still did not strip away the concealing cloth.

"You're both chicken," Judy snorted. She was getting, used to her nudity now, though the excitement still burned deep down inside. Her goal now was to find out what was under those loincloths.

"Come on, Billy, let's take 'em off," Jimmy said, trying to steady his hands.

"Okay, okay," Billy agreed. "On the count of three, all right?"

"Jeezus," Jimmy swore. "Okay. On the count of three."

"I'll do the counting," Judy volunteered. "You both ready?"

"Ready," the two boys answered together, their hands on the fastenings of the belts. Their voices shook with excitement.

"One," Judy counted, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Two," she said, her excitement building, making her legs tremble.

Her mouth was suddenly dry, making her lick her lips and swallow desperately.

"Three!"

The two boys fumbled clumsily with their belts, hands shaking, their foreheads beaded with sweat. Billy's belt let go first and he dropped it, letting everything fall. The cloth hung on the projection of his erect penis for a second, then fell away, baring him to the fresh air. A patch of sunlight seemed to spotlight his organ, a beautiful, erect pole. Jimmy stripped his cloth off hastily, throwing it aside.

Judy's eyes flickered rapidly from one boy to the other, feasting on the naked pricks. The tan lines of both boys were obvious, their crotches a pale white.

Jimmy's cock was a solid bar of flesh, its head a graceful cap of pink. His balls hung below in their wrinkled sac, tucked shyly up against the base of his penis. Billy's penis was a little smaller and paler, the shadowy lines of the veins a little more prominent under the light skin. His balls, too, were tucked up next to his body. Judy found her mouth watering suddenly at the sight of the two naked cocks before her.

"There, I told you we'd do it," Jimmy exulted self-consciously.

"So what's so great about this?" Billy asked loudly.

"It's-it's sexy," Judy stammered, her excitement growing. Her gaze flickered to Jimmy's bigger staff. There were the first beginning wisps of dark pubic hair around its base. Judy's own organs felt wet and sticky as she looked at the two boys.

"I want to see better," Jimmy said, moving over next to Judy and eyeing her carefully.

"Don't touch me," Judy said, knowing that what she said would have exactly the opposite effect on Jimmy.

"Go ahead, touch her," Billy urged, moving up next to his older friend. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, obviously wanting to shield himself with them, but his erection made this impossible.

"You're getting some tits," Jimmy said, his voice shaking. "What do they feel like?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Judy challenged him, her excitement increasing.

Her ribs heaved with excitement, and she glanced down at herself surreptitiously. Her nipples were erect little pink buds capping the snowy-white mounds of her breasts.

"I'm gonna find out," Jimmy answered her, reaching out.

Judy threw her head back and closed her eyes as Jimmy's hand neared her breasts. She imagined she could feel the heat of his hand before it touched her. Then he was touching her, the palm of his hand brushing over her sensitive nipple, his calluses reeling rough on her nipple, making it stiffen even more.

Then he was cupping her breast, squeezing the tender, soft white mound. Judy's legs almost collapsed under her at his touch.

"Touch me, Billy," she urged softly, her eyes still closed. Then there was a hand on her other breast. Judy opened her eyes and looked. Jimmy fondled her left tit, Billy her right one.

"Gee, it's so soft," Billy sighed, squeezing her breast gently, shyly.

"You could squeeze harder than that," Judy told him, her excitement building as the two boys toyed with her new boobs. As they squeezed harder, Judy looked down at the two grubby hands working on her proud little breasts. The sight of the two boys playing with her added to her excitement. She whimpered deep in her throat. The boys' cocks pointed at her like two, blunt-ended spears, aiming straight at her tender white belly. Her feeling of helplessness increased her excitement. And besides, it wasn't her fault what the boys were doing to her.

Her mother would say it was wrong, but what could Judy do about it? She couldn't move. She panted desperately, every heave of her chest thrusting her breasts into Billy's and Jimmy's hands. The excitement in her loins was stupendous.

"What about lower down?" Jimmy asked wonderingly as he continued to squeeze Judy's tender breast.

"You mean… down there?" Billy asked, gulping.

"Y-yeah," Jimmy said. "Down there."

"I dunno," Billy answered, suddenly very shy. He stared at Judy's chest.

"You wouldn't dare touch me down there," Judy whispered, knowing that her words were a direct challenge.

"Oh, yeah?" Jimmy answered.

"Yeah," Judy shot back, hammering the challenge home.

"We would, too," Billy said, his voice again in a squeak.

"I dare you," Judy spat out, her mouth dry.

Jimmy didn't say anything more, evidently not trusting his voice. Instead, he reached one hand toward Judy's crotch, still squeezing her breast with the other. Judy looked down as his hand neared her, then went out of sight under her belly. She felt his fingers brush the fine wisps of pubic hair she was getting, and a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Her insides felt all hot and runny again, and something seemed to be trickling out of her slit. Jimmy touched her, and Judy fought down a cry of pleasure, biting her lip desperately as Jimmy cupped her sex, one finger seeking just inside the 11ps of her virginal cunt.

"Feel her, Billy," Jimmy said, taking his hand away.

"I d-don't think we should," Billy stammered.

"You chicken?" Jimmy asked.

"No. No, I'm not chicken." Without looking, he reached his free hand toward Judy's crotch. His fingers bumped her stomach, making her stick in a quick breath. Then he moved his band downward, his fingers adjusting to the curve of her body, then slipping down between her tanned thighs. He touched her sex, and again she almost cried out with pleasure. Her own excitement seemed to be driving toward that point she had reached earlier in the day while grinding herself against the tree branch.

"Do it harder," she urged, trying to twist her pelvis to press against Billy's hand. He snatched his hand away.

"No, it's wrong," Billy said sharply.

"No, it ain't," Jimmy argued.

"It is so," Billy answered, backing away.

"Taint either," Jimmy denied. "Watch, I'll do it." The older boy again reached for Judy, and her pulse pounded in her ears like thunder as he neared her cunt.

He touched her, setting her afire with pleasure. For long, glorious minutes he played with her, his finger seeking hesitantly between the lips of her pussy, his palm pressing down on her mound. Judy shut her eyes and let her joy sweep over her, nearly falling as her knees threatened to fold under her. Jimmy's hand left her breast, and she opened her eyes, wondering what he was doing. He had wrapped his hand around his erect penis.

"Hey, Billy, you ever play with yourself like this?" Jimmy asked, his hand pumping his prick slowly.

"N-no, I haven't," Billy answered, blushing.

"I bet you have," Jimmy retorted. "It's fun."

"It ain't right," Billy argued.

"Why not? It feels good." Jimmy continued to pump his cock with one hand and feel Judy up with the other.

"It ain't right," Billy argued. At the same time, his own hand was curling around his pale staff.

"Don't stop feeling me," Judy begged as the two boys appeared about to abandon her for their own pleasure. Her excitement grew and grew as Jimmy continued to fondle her naked cunt.

"Feel her up some more," Jimmy urged. "It makes it even better."

"It ain't right," Billy groaned, but moved to comply at the same time. He reached for Judy's breasts again while he pumped his rock-hard penis with his other hand.

Judy's excitement built higher and higher, until she felt something deep inside surge upward and outward like an explosion, an explosion of pleasure that tore through her. With a strangled cry of pleasure she sagged down against the ropes. Her eyes fastened themselves on Jimmy's bobbing prick, and her excitement built again at the sight, surging upward. Jimmy's hand was a blur as he pumped his cock harder and harder. Suddenly, the tip of Jimmy's cock spurted, then spouted jet after jet of white, gummy fluid. The fluid flew and spattered in the air, gleaming in the sunlight. A few hot, scalding drops sprayed on Judy's skin, burning like acid, then feeling cold as they dried.

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.

CHAPTER 3

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.

"I bet she's got bigger tits than you do," Jake said, looking first at Judy, then at Polly.

"Think so? I don't think so," Polly argued.

"Only one way to be sure," Jake said. "Take off your top."

"Okay," Polly agreed. "But I bet I got bigger tits than she does."

As Judy watched, Polly casually stripped off the flimsy knit shirt she was wearing. She didn't have anything on underneath at all. The girl's lanky torso was slender, almost skinny, so that her ribs showed in the sunlight. Her breasts were only a little larger than Judy's. Judy felt a surge of pride when she realized that while she was just developing, she was already as busty as Polly.

"Can't tell for sure," Jake temporized, looking first at the helpless Judy, then at Polly. "My eyes ain't so good under the influence of pot."

"So use your hands," Polly challenged him. "My tits are bigger than hers."

"They are bigger than mine," Judy hastened to agree, trying to avoid having Jake touch her.

"Uh uh, gotta be sure," Jake muttered, scrambling to his feet and sauntering over to Judy where she hung around the tree.

Judy tried to cringe away from Jake's reaching hands, without any success, as the ropes held her helpless. The boy's hands scraped over Judy's nipples and again they popped erect, standing up from her breasts and begging for attention.

"You got nice tits," Jake said, his hands cupping Judy's young breasts gently.

"Now me," Polly said, leaning back on her arms and straightening her spine to emphasize her breasts.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Judy felt a surge of relief when Jake moved away from her.

The boy moved to Polly and knelt down, reaching for Polly's bare breasts. The girl's nipples were dark, hard knots surrounded by large areolas, much darker than Judy's. The first touch of Jake's hands made Polly's nipples harden and stand up, rubbery points in the center of her breasts. Jake cupped the mounds of Polly's breasts and squeezed them, then lifted and shifted the masses slightly over the chest of the girl.

"I like that," Polly sighed.

"So do I, baby." Jake continued to massage her breasts.

"We can still do what we planned to do you know," Polly sighed, her voice almost a groan. She had let her head drop back, and was staring at the sky while Jake massaged her breasts.

"With her here?" Jake exclaimed, not releasing his warm grasp on Polly's boobs.

"Why not?" Polly asked, obviously relishing the petting Jake was giving her breasts. She rubbed her thighs together sensuously.

"It's kinky," Jake protested.

"But kinky nice," Polly said lazily. "Oh, don't stop, that feels so good. I mean, why couldn't she groove along with us. Like watch us, I mean?"

"Sounds wild," Jake replied. "But wild nice, not wild bad. Gives me some really great vibrations."

"What are you talking about? What are you going to do?" Judy asked, her heart pounding. Deep down, Judy was sure she already knew what they were talking about.

"Why, make love, of course," Polly answered, looking at Judy. "Ever seen anyone make love?"

"N-no," Judy admitted, not thinking of what she'd seen her parents doing.

"Please, let me go," she begged again, struggling against the ropes.

Polly and Jake weren't paying any attention to her. Polly had lain back in the leaves, her eyes closed. Her erect nipples pointed skyward as the mounds of her breasts flattened over her ribs. Her stomach was a hollow, the dimple of her navel a few inches above the waist of her jeans. Prying one foot against the other, Polly eased her sandals off. Jake was slowly unfastening the button at the waist of Polly's jeans.

Judy struggled against the ropes. She wanted to pull her eyes away from Polly and Jake, but her curiosity kept her gaze locked on the two hippies.

"That's getting it," Polly sighed, lifting her hips as Jake pulled the waist of her jeans lower and lower. Judy gasped when she saw that Polly wore no underpants at all. The girl's dark bush came slowly into view as Jake tugged the tight-fitting jeans down her slender hips. Then they were down around her thighs, and Jake was pulling on the legs, dragging them off. Finishing, he tossed the pants off to one side.

Polly lay on her back, nude, her nipples pointing skyward from between her fingers as she cupped and stimulated her breasts herself. Her thighs were slightly parted, giving Judy a perfect view of the older girl's sex, surrounded by a heavy growth of curling brown hair. "Oh, the air feels soo good on my body," Polly sighed, massaging her breasts sensuously. She opened her eyes and looked up at Jake. "Get naked, Jake. It's so groovy!"

"I'm with you, baby," Jake said, his eyes feasting on Polly's naked body. He was struggling out of his clothes, throwing them away wildly as he pulled them off. When he stripped off his pants, Judy gasped in shock. His cock was immense-at least it looked immense to her. It was a pole of muscle and gristle standing out from a thick, heavy bush of pubic hair at his groin. Judy's mouth went dry at the sight of the incredible organ. It dwarfed Jimmy's and Billy's, little ones that she had seen earlier. The sight of the big spear made Judy's heart pound, and there was a gleam of hunger in Polly's eyes as she stared at Jake's huge rod.

"Come here, Jake," Polly groaned, reaching out for him. He settled beside her on the leaves, his hands going to her breasts. As he pinched and teased Polly's nipples, she reached for his big cock and wrapped her hand around it familiarly. She began to stroke it slowly, and Jake groaned with pleasure. He slid one hand down across Polly's belly to her cunt, where he cupped her sex.

Polly spread her legs wider, exposing herself even more to Judy's eyes and Jake's exploration.

"Go to it, Jake," Polly groaned as Jake slid one finger up into her. Right before Judy's astonished eyes, Jake slid his finger deep up inside the girl.

Polly's hips writhed in response, twisting convulsively on the carpet of dry leaves. She threw her thighs wide, thrusting her hips upward, trying to get more of Jake's finger into her.

Judy's own excitement was flaring up again at the sight of Polly so eager for Jake's attentions. The lanky girl was transported with pleasure as Jake rammed his finger up into her vagina, and her excitement was carrying over to Judy, making the younger girl's cunt steam with excitement. Judy remembered how Jimmy had cupped her sex and now found herself wishing that he had stuck his finger into her as Jake was now doing to Polly.

Polly spit on her fingers and smeared saliva over Jake's big cock, making the tool glisten in the sun. A drop of moisture formed at the tip of its big purple head, and Polly smeared that around, too, adding its gleam to the spit she had already put on the big tool. Down in Polly's crotch her tissues were beginning to swell, expanding out from her slit. Jake's finger glistened as he slid it in and out of Polly's slippery channel.

"Let's turn so we can watch our audience," Polly groaned.

"Yeah, baby, that's the idea," Jake agreed in a whisper. The two of them squirmed around on the leaves so that they could both see Judy.

"She looks as hot as me," Polly observed.

Judy's heart was pounding as she watched Jake and Polly. She imagined she could feel Jake's finger up inside her own body, and felt a flow of juices from her cunt at the thought.

"She's got a pretty little cunt," Jake groaned, driving his finger further up inside Polly's cunt.

"Yeah," Polly sighed.

"Look how she's staring at us," Jake said. "Man, this is real groovy."

"Oh, God, fuck me, Jake," Polly moaned, twisting her head from side to side.

"She's watching us," Jake informed Polly as he moved up to cover her.

"Fuck me," Polly repeated with a groan.

Judy gasped, suddenly understanding for the first time in her life what that forbidden word meant. Jake was settling in between Polly's thigh's, just the way her father had been between her mother's. And then Jake was guiding his cock into Polly, and Polly was eagerly lifting her hips to accept the monstrous tool. The world whirled around Judy as she tried to assimilate everything, what she had heard, and what she was seeing, and what she had seen the night before.

She suddenly understood what the organs Billy and Jimmy had shown her were for, and understood what she was for. The revelations left Judy feeling dazed and dizzy. But running through her, like a river of fire, burning away everything else, was a screaming need for something to be in her virginal channel. The sight of Jake driving his big tool deep into Polly triggered a raging lust in Judy for the same thing to happen to her. Her untouched vagina screamed with need as Jake slowly and steadily began to fuck Polly.

Judy struggled against the unyielding ropes as she watched Polly get more and more excited. Judy could see the gleaming length of Jake's cock sliding smoothly into Polly's demanding vagina. Polly lifted her hips, meeting every one of Jake's drives with one of her own. Judy was desperate as she wrestled against the ropes. Every animal instinct she possessed was ripping through her, driving out any semblance of reason as the need for something in her cunt roared through her. Someone was pleading aloud, and Judy was hardly aware that it was she herself who was crying for what Jake was giving Polly.

Polly looked over at Judy, her eyes glittering, her face beaded with sweat, as she met Jake's thrusts. Polly's hands clawed over Jake's back as he drove his cock into her again and again. And then Polly's eyes closed and she cried out, her voice ripping through the clearing, stilling the cry of a blue jay with its suddenness. And Judy knew that Polly was feeling some incredible pleasure, an echo of which Judy had felt on the limb of the tree. And still Jake moved, pistoning his glistening cock into Polly faster and faster until he, too, let out a cry, jamming himself against Polly one last time.

For a long time he was locked to Polly, then his muscles slowly relaxed and be slumped down on her, panting for breath.

Judy felt her excitement break over her, then slowly recede, leaving her wrung out and exhausted as she hung from the ropes. Dimly, as she fought for breath, Judy became aware of her wrists, which stung painfully where the ropes had chafed. Sweat poured down over her body as she hung there, eyes closed, slowly regaining control of herself. A feeling of terrible loss and lack burned deep inside Judy, and tears trickled from under her eyelids as she hung from the tree.

A sound made, Judy look up. Through eyes blurred with sweat and tears, she saw Jake lift himself off Polly. His cock, slowly shrinking, slid from her with a soft, sucking sound. The rod was slick and shiny with juices, dripping globe of the same milky fluid Jimmy had produced by pumping his organ. Obviously exhausted, Jake rolled over on his back next to Polly, panting. Judy eyed his long, lean body hungrily. He was the third boy she had seen naked and, compared to Jimmy and Billy, the most impressive.

Now Judy knew what it was all about, and the knowledge rocked her. That bulge in her father's pants when she snuggled with him could mean only one thing. The realization made Judy flush with pleasure and desire. A grown man like her own father being aroused by her.

"Hey, Jake, that was real nice!" Polly sighed softly, rolling toward him.

"How'd our friend up there like it?" Jake asked. "I was too busy to watch."

"Man, her eyeballs were hanging out," Polly said languidly. "I mean, like it really grabbed her. And man, what it did for me. It was an absolute gas. How about another round?"

"Oh baby, I wish I could," Jake sighed, rolling his head on the leaves. "I couldn't get it up again if I had to."

"I bet you could," Polly argued. "You're always good for more than one trip."

"Not this time, baby," Jake said as Polly reached out to touch his limp prick with gentle fingers.

"Our little friend is still watching. I'd hate for her to be disappointed,"

Polly said softly, fondling his cock.

"Oh, baby, you know I would if I could," Jake groaned.

Judy was fascinated and hoped desperately that Polly would succeed in getting Jake aroused for a second time. Judy had seen intercourse once, and wanted to see it again. She remembered the terrible beauty of Jake's slickly glistening shaft sliding smoothly in and out of Polly's dark bush, and her mouth watered at the thought of seeing it again. The thought made the pain in her wrists vanish, and she forgot the ropes. She wanted to be down there, playing with Jake's limp tool, teasing it erect, then having it jammed into her belly.

"You're not trying," Polly whined as she continued to play with Jake's unresponsive tool.

"Baby, I'm trying, really I am," Jake protested. "I tell you, I'm just not set for it today."

"Well, I'm desperate," Polly said. Her attempt to stimulate Jake seemed to have built her own passion to higher and higher levels. She bent over Jake's body as if she were praying over it, trying to rouse it to life. Her head bent lower and lower, and her mouth opened. Judy gasped. Polly's tongue had flickered out and licked Jake's organ, just the tip, which was still shiny with juices. Judy stared in fascination as Polly licked Jake's cock again and again, then lowered her head further and took the slowly stiffening rod of flesh into her mouth.

She sucked on it, just as if it were a Popsicle. Polly bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down the rapidly swelling tool. And she seemed to enjoy it!

She was taking Jake's organ deep into her mouth, and she liked it. The knowledge rocked Judy. She'd never have believed such a thing to be possible if she hadn't seen it.

"Oh, baby, you know what I like!" Jake groaned, rolling his head from side to side on the leaves. His cock was as hard and big as ever now, a powerful pole of flesh that jabbed deep into Polly's mouth. Judy could see Polly angling her head so the head of the big rod went a little ways down her throat.

Judy's own tissues began to swell with excitement as she watched Polly sucking Jake's big cock. Judy struggled against her ropes, but they were as tight as ever. Her ass was getting sore froth scrubbing against the rough bark of the tree, and her shoulders were in agony from the pressure on them. All of this was only a shadowy feeling in the back of her mind. Most of her thoughts were taken up by a growing lust, as Polly sucked desperately at Jake's staff. Judy's mouth watered and her stomach knotted up as she watched the two hippies. Jake was shoving his hips upward as Polly pushed her head down 'on him, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, until it looked as if she were the sword swallower in the circus.

Judy was struck with a sudden, brilliant memory of a man, stripped to the waist, his chest heaving, his head tipped back as a long sword disappeared inch by inch down his throat. Then, the full length of the cruel steel weapon immersed in his body, the man had stopped and turned, head tipped back, to show the crowd. Just the shining hilt of the sword had protruded from his mouth.

Now, with Polly, only Jake's body was outside her mouth. The full mass of his cock had disappeared down her throat.

"Gotta have you," Polly cried, ripping her mouth away from Jake's glistening sword. Turning her ass toward his face, she straddled him so Judy could watch.

Polly held just the base of Jake's cock, aiming it upward, and lowered herself on it, spearing herself on the big shaft. She lowered her hips and ran herself through with Jake's cock. Judy felt a tearing surge of excitement and need in her guts as she watched Polly ram herself down on Jake's prick. Judy wanted to cry out, to beg for what Polly was getting. But all she did was hang from the ropes and watch helplessly.

Polly lifted and dropped, jamming herself down on the big, shining tool. She was straddling Jake, her back to his face, her hands on his knees. The muscles in her legs flexed as she lifted herself, then her legs relaxed and she dropped down on the big tool. Judy could see every desperate drive, could see Jake's big rod slide smoothly up into Polly, as if his prick and Polly's vagina were the parts of a well-lubricated machine.

Polly's hair hung down around her face as she worked harder and harder, moving faster and faster, jamming herself up and down on the big shaft. The only sound in the clearing was her panting. There was no breeze; the leaves were still.

Even the birds seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation of some incredible event.

"Ob-oh-oh-oh," Polly began to cry, puffing like a little locomotive, her breath driving from her in a series of short, sharp cries, matching the drives of the cock into her vagina, as if it were a piston driving the wind out her mouth from the cylinder of her cunt.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah," Jake grunted, matching Polly's higher pitched cries with baritone groans. Judy could see only his legs and groin, sticking out from under Polly like a mechanic's from under a car. His thighs were jumping and twitching uncontrollably as Polly came down on him over and over and over and over.

Then, with a tearing cry, like the lonely whistle of a train in the night, Polly came, breaking up her puffing. She threw her head back and, howled at the sky, startling a jay into screaming flight. At the same time, Jake dug his heels into the leaves and jammed his hips upward, lifting Polly clear off the ground. The base of his cock twitched and surged and his balls drew up tight against the base of his cock and pumped and pulsed. As Judy watched, streamers of white come oozed from around Jake's cock and trickled into his pubic hair, making it sticky and wet. Judy's own crotch flamed with unsatisfied desire as she fought her ropes, unable even to reach herself with her hand to ease her agony of desire.

With mingled grunts and sighs, Polly and Jake slumped, Polly collapsing down on his legs, her breasts mashing against his knees. His cock was still buried in her as she fought for her breath. As if the storm were over, a breeze came up, rustling the leaves softly, and the birds began to sing again.

Finally, with a sigh, Polly untangled herself from Jake. Awkwardly, the two of them got to their feet and gathered up their clothes.

"Please untie me," Judy begged as she watched them.

"No way, baby, no way," Jake said. "Ain't gonna spoil your game. No way."

Without casting a glance behind them, the two hippies climbed upward out of the clearing. As they went over the top and out of sight, Judy saw Jake lighting up another reefer. Then they were gone, and Judy was alone again.

As Jake's and Polly's footsteps receded from the little hollow, Judy slumped against the ropes, conscious of the soft touch of the breeze over her naked skin. Hesitantly, she tested her ropes and felt the loops cut into her wrists and ankles. The dappled sunlight on her skin, along with the soft brushing of the air, made Judy acutely aware of her nudity and vulnerability. Her face flamed hot with shame at her position. And that strange itch of desire still burned in her crotch.

"Jimmy?" she called out hesitantly, hoping for rescue. The woods remained silent except for the soft rustling of the breeze through the trees.

"Billy, where are you?" Judy called out, a little louder. Again there was no answer.

Judy struggled against her bonds, fear growing inside her, driving out the desire she felt. "Jimmy!" she called again, louder. "Billy!"

The silent woods seemed to mock her, to ignore her. The wind through the leaves made them chuckle at her predicament. Her stomach knotted with fear. She felt totally helpless, totally vulnerable. Her legs were spread wide, leaving her tender private parts exposed to the mercies of the world.

"Jimmy, help me!" Judy yelled, struggling against the ropes, the cords cutting into her as she pulled against them. She writhed and jerked against the unyielding cords. "Billy, help me!" Panic added strength to her voice and to her struggling, but neither helped Judy in the least. The woods echoed her voice hack, and the ropes fought her every jerk and tug. Judy's shoulders and hips felt stiff and sore from the awkward position she was held in.

"Jimmy, where are you?" She hollered at the top of her lungs now, unmindful of who might hear her. "Billy, please help me!"

A sudden puff of wind made Judy freeze as it stirred piles of leaves, making new sounds in the hollow. Her heart lurched with a mixture of hope and fear.

There was hope of rescue and fear of what the new noise might mean. Then it was gone.

"HELP!" she shouted, hurting her throat with the power of her scream. The word echoed through the woods, bouncing back at her from he trees and rocks as she battled her ropes. She screamed again and again, wrestling futilely against her bonds. Every jerk of her arms served only to further tighten the loops around her wrists, while kicking her feet against the tiny slack available to them threatened to make her lose her balance. She suddenly slipped, dropping a few shocking inches down the trunk of the tree, the harsh bark scraping painfully against her back. The shock of the pain was like a slap, jolting Judy back to reality and making her cease her panicky struggling. Her back felt as if it were let on fire by the scraping, bringing tears of pain to mingle with the tears of fright that were already streaking her cheeks. Sobbing quietly, Judy hung limply from her ropes, fighting to regain control of herself and her breathing.

Suddenly a new sound made Judy jerk her head up. A cold fist closed around her heart as she stopped breathing and listened. There was music in the woods, or something that sounded like music. At first, all Judy could make out was the pounding of drums. Then, gradually, she managed to sort out a harsh, twanging guitar sound, a rasping, raunchy noise and the crunching of leaves and twigs.

It sounded as if an entire army of people were making their way through the woods, accompanied by a rock-and-roll band.

Judy bit her lip, her eyes wide with fear as she debated what to do. There was the possibility of rescue. There was also possible danger. Judy had been warned frequently by both of her parents about the danger to a young girl that strangers represented. There was even the time two years before when a man had offered Judy candy. His eyes had burned over her slender, straight body, and Judy had run from him, sensing something terrifying in the way he had looked at her.

As the racket drew closer and closer, Judy debated with herself whether to call out or remain silent. Even if she did shout, she doubted that the people, whoever they were, would be able to hear her over the music.

Judy twisted her head, feeling the bark of the tree catch her hair as she tried to locate the source of the noise. It seemed to be coming from the same direction that Jake and Polly had disappeared in.

And then there were people winding their way down into the hollow, and Judy fought down her tears of fear and shame. It seemed like there were a hundred feet pounding toward her. She wished she could melt into the trunk of the tree.

"See, I told you she was here," a familiar voice reported, and Judy gasped with relief. It was Jake.

"I tell you, it's outta sight," Polly commented.

"Let me go?" Judy asked, as Jake and Polly came around the tree.

"Ain't it a kick in the head?" Jake asked, his words slurred. He held another reefer in his fingers.

"Man, oh man alive, what a groove," the blond-haired boy Jake was talking to sighed. The boy wore a fringed vest that left his chest bare, and worn, frayed Levi's. His hair hung in shaggy strings to his shoulders, and he had a straggly, reddish beard.

"Hello there, little lady," a girl said, making Judy jerk her head to look at her. The girl was wearing a thin T-shirt, and her breasts and nipples were plainly visible through the clinging material. Her breasts were large, soft masses, her nipples hard little peaks.

"She's beautiful," someone else said, making Judy jerk her head again. She was the center of attention. Even the music had been turned off. At least a dozen people were standing around her, staring at her helpless, naked body. Judy wanted to crawl into a hole and die she was so terrified and ashamed.

"Please let me go," she cried softly, tears blurring her vision.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, little girl," the blond boy said, stepping up to her and brushing her cheek with surprisingly gentle fingers. "We aren't going to hurt you."

"Please let me go," Judy repeated hopefully, sensing his sympathy.

"No, we can't do that," the blond boy answered. "That wouldn't be according to the rules of the game." He took a deep drag on his reefer. As he held the smoke in, Judy could see the surge of euphoria it gave him.

"She's beautiful," a tiny, black-haired girl said, clinging to the arm of the massive Negro standing next to her.

"If you like white meat," the Negro answered lazily, his voice a deep baritone.

"You know what I like," the little black-haired girl answered, stroking his ebony forearm gently and resting her head against his massive shoulder.

Had it not been for her already monumental shame, Judy might have been shocked at this exchange. Negroes were few enough in her life. The suburbs where she lived were all white, except for a small ghetto behind the row of stores in the center of town. The sight of a white girl with a black boy was totally new to Judy.

"The whole scene is like something out of a frantic trip," the blond boy observed, his gaze foggy from the pot.

"It's like the Indians and cowboys," someone else said.

"Like a John Wayne movie, except he don't make no X-rated ones," someone else said.

"An Apache war-dance scene, man," the little black-haired girl said.

Someone turned on the radio again, and the rock-and-roll music blasted out, demolishing the peaceful silence of the woods with its pounding, driving rhythms.

"Please let me go," Judy yelled out over the sound of the music, but no one paid any attention to her. Instead, the tribe of hippies began to dance around her. The reek of pot was thick in the clearing, making Judy feel giddy and strange as the hippie tribe danced in a circle around her.

"Too much, too much," the blond boy sighed, rolling and twisting his head, his long hair flying around his shoulders.

"Too hot, man," the girl in the T-shirt shouted, rolling up the bottom edge of her shirt to just below her breasts, baring her midriff.

The driving rhythms of the music drummed into Judy's body as she hung against the tree, in the center of the circle of dancers.

"Too hot, too hot," the little black-haired girl chanted, her voice matching the rhythm of the music.

"Too hot, too hot," the others chanted, echoing her.

"Too hot, too hot, too hot." The group moved in a circle around Judy and her tree. Their voices drove at Judy, pounded at her. As she watched them circling around her, she began to get dizzy.

"Too hot, too hot," the voices droned on and on hypnotically, the dancers circling endlessly. Their legs flickered through Judy's vision, their arms waved past her. She felt dizzy and unreal as the dancers circled her again and again and again.

"Too hot, too hot," the hippies chanted, their feet pounding a circle in the dirt as they kicked the leaves out of the way with every step.

"Too hot, too hot," the girl in the T-shirt said, her words mingling with the others. As she crossed in front of Judy, she peeled her T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it at Judy's feet. Her full breasts bobbed and jiggled in time with her dance steps as she went out of sight.

"Too hot, too hot," the blond-haired boy said, stripping off his vest and throwing it at Judy's feet. His chest was almost hairless, Judy noticed as he danced his way around her.

"Too hot, too hot," the little black-haired girl said, fighting with the buttons of the baggy blue work shirt she wore. She passed around behind Judy as the circling continued. Judy's eyes flickered from one dancer to the other as they passed in front of her.

"Too hot, too hot," the little black-haired girl chanted, reappearing in front of Judy just as she pulled the shirt off. She threw it at Judy's feet.

There was a growing heap of clothes at Judy's feet as the dancers circled endlessly, stripping off their clothing as they danced and chanted.

"Too hot, too hot," the words drummed endlessly at Judy, matching her pulse beat.

Most of the dancers were half-naked now, stripped to the waist. Judy didn't know that breasts came in so many different shapes and sizes. The girl in the T-Shirt had big, soft breasts with large, dark nipples, and as she danced, her breasts bounced and joggled on her chest, swaying almost pendulously. The little dark-haired girl had small, tight breasts, with sharp, pointy nipples.

Her breasts jiggled and quivered on her chest. Polly's little breasts barely moved as she danced in the circle around Judy.

"Too hot, too hot," the hippies chanted, and someone managed to strip off his pants without breaking the rhythm of the dance. The belt and buckle stung when they hit Judy's shin. Before she could see who it was that had taken off his pants, they went around behind her. The dark-haired girl went by, her hands struggling with her belt and fly; then she was out of sight, and the black man was there, working his pants down. His jockey shorts looked unusually white against his black skin as he stripped down his pants and danced out of them, throwing them against Judy.

Judy was up to her knees in discarded clothing now. The black-haired girl came around, her pants in her hand, and threw them at Judy. The rough cloth struck Judy's breasts, then brushed her naked body as they fell.

"Too hot, too hot," the chanting went on endlessly, the dancers circling and circling. They became a blur, an endless stream of people going around and around. Judy's head spun, and she gave up trying to keep track of the dancers.

They were all naked now, and she watched in fascination as the men's cocks bobbed and dangled at their groins.

"Too hot, too hot," the hippies chanted, and Judy's pulse pounded along with the words. The sight of the naked men was triggering a new wave of desire in her.

"Too hot, too hot," the little black-haired girl chanted, dancing backward. She was facing the Negro she was with, and her eyes flashed over his big, black body. His cock was just beginning to rise and harden as he danced, its shape and the rhythm of its bouncing changing as he followed her around the circle.

"Too, hot, too hot," the now T-shirtless girl chanted, cupping her breasts with her hands to restrain their bouncing.

"Too hot, too hot," the blond-haired boy said, moving up right behind the girl, reaching around her and replacing her hands with his. His cock hardened quickly, prodding up between the full cheeks of her ass.

"Too hot, too hot," the crowd continued to chant.

The black-haired girl backed into view again. This time she was holding onto the black handle of the Negro's cock. His prick was an enormous, ebony staff in the little girl's hands, and her fingers looked white and pale against the blackness of his skin and pubic hair.

"Too hot, too hot," the crowd chanted. All the men's cocks were bard, stiff rods jabbing outward from their groins.

"Too hot, too hot," the girls chanted, their hands on the men's hard organs, their breasts bobbing and jiggling in time with their steps.

"Too hot," the T-shirtless girl screamed, and fell to her knees, then to her back, dragging the blond-haired boy down on her. His cock slid unerringly into her cunt as her hips bounced up and down in time with the chanting that still went on. Her eyes were closed as she fucked, and her lips moved in the endless chant as the blond-haired boy drove his cock into her bushy, bouncing cunt.

Judy felt her own desire surging upward in her again at the sight of the two people fucking. She wanted to reach down and massage her own aching pussy in time with the music, but the ropes kept her trapped as a 'helpless observer while the blond-haired boy screwed the girl on the carpet of leaves.

"Too hot, too hot," the little black-haired girl chanted, her body flashing white in the dappled sunlight.

"Too hot, too hot," the Negro man chanted, his hands jet black against the white girl's pale skin as he massaged her tight little breasts.

"Too hot, too hot," the girl moaned as she let her legs fold under her, stretching out on her back and writhing against the leaves as the big black man stood over her, his jet-black cock a power-filled shaft pulsing over her body.

A gleaming strand of fluid trickled from its tip and shone in the sunlight as it stretched in a long stream down toward her, then broke into a stringy drop that splattered on her face.

"Too hot, too hot," the little girl groaned, beckoning for the black man to come down to her, licking at the droplets on her face at the same time.

"Too hot, too hot," the black man chanted, and came down on her. His black body contrasted dramatically with her pale-white skin. His monstrous cock rammed into her cunt, and she lifted her hips with a cry as he drilled his prick into her.

Judy felt new tears, tears of unfulfilled desire, streaking her cheeks as she watched the fucking going on in front of her. Her own pussy was a, burning cavern of need, with no hope of relief as the hippie dance degenerated into an orgy in the leafy hollow. The chanting was gone now, replaced by the sighs and grunts of the hippies lovemaking.

In front of Judy, the black man was screwing the tiny white girl with agonizing care and slowness. His ebony ramrod disappeared into her pale body, then slid back into view, gleaming with her juices, then slid back into her. She wrapped her arms around his black bulk, her white skin making an exotic, beautiful band of white around him. Her legs twined with his, and they became a sexy study in black and white as they screwed.

Judy fought her ropes mindlessly as she strained to get a hand at her own desperate cunt. She couldn't tear her eyes from the moving bodies of the black man and white girl. Faster and faster they moved, slamming at each other.

The clearing rang with the sounds of screwing, the slap of bodies coming together, the squishing of cocks into cunts, the groans of people succumbing to the joy of total sex.

Judy felt her own juices trickling from her excited cunt and pouring down her spread thighs as she hung from the trunk of the tree, watching the black man fuck the white girl. Their bodies were entwined like vines now, writhing and jerking faster and faster.

The white girl let loose a scream that made goose bumps flash over Judy's naked body. The girl came with a rush of juices that poured out around the black man's cock, and then his big tool jerked and pulsed as he filled her channel with his come. The white, gummy fluid oozed out from around his black shaft as he held it buried tight in her belly, his muscles bulging as he pressed himself against her. For long seconds they held, that position, then slowly their muscles slacked off and they relaxed in the leaves, their juices trickling together over the pale-white skin of the girl's ass onto the leaves.

"Too fucking much," the blond boy sighed, and Judy suddenly realized that the orgy was over. Naked bodies surrounded her, sprawled on the leaves. Judy's own cunt felt empty and sore, needing to be filled as she gazed around her.

There appeared to be no possibility of anything like this happening. Instead, the group of hippies untangled themselves and moved slowly to form a semicircle in front of Judy. The blond-haired boy dug into the pile of clothes around her feet and produced a tobacco pouch and a strange pipe.

"Time for the piece pipe, man," the girl who had worn the T-shirt giggled, making her big breasts jiggle.

"You spelled that p-i-e-c-e, didn't you?" Jake asked lazily. He had one arm around Polly's waist.

"Please help me," Judy groaned softly, not entirely sure what she meant. Her eyes flickered from one naked hippie to another. She wanted to be released, but she also wanted something more than that. She eyed the limp cocks of the men greedily, but none of them appeared ready anymore.

"I bet she's a virgin sacrifice," the little black-haired girl noted, sitting cross-legged directly in front of Judy. She had one pale hand on the black thigh of the Negro next to her.

"Well, she's a virgin, anyway," someone else said.

"Please help me," Judy pleaded again.

"Pass the pipe please," the Negro man said.

While Judy watched helplessly, her eyes pleading, the hippies passed the pipe around. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of the marijuana it was stoked with.

"Outta sight," the black-haired girl breathed softly, exhaling a faint blue cloud after holding her breath for an impossibly long time. Her eyes glazed over.

"Beautiful," the Negro replied, his voice a deep, soft rumble in his black chest.

Judy watched the pipe going around and around the circle. The hippies all sat cross-legged facing her, and Judy stared into an alternating succession of exposed cunts and cocks. The blue streamer of smoke trailed up from the pipe, making twisting paths in the air before the breeze blew it away.

"This is super," the T-shirtless girl giggled, making her breasts jiggle again.

"It feels so good," the blond boy said, and Judy wasn't sure what he was talking about. He had his hand buried in the wide-open crotch of the girl.

"I'm so tired," the little black-haired girl sighed, her head lolling over on one side as she passed the pipe on to the black man beside her.

"It's so soft," Polly murmured, her hand around Jake's limp cock.

"Hey, man, like I'm full of love for you all," Jake groaned, emitting a faint cloud of smoke.

"A daisy chain," the blond youth suggested.

"Yeah, let's make a daisy chain," the T-shirtless girl giggled.

Judy seized the opportunity to get herself released. "If you'll let me go, I'll help you make a daisy chain."

"Hey, man, I thought you said she was a virgin," one of the hippies said.

"She is, man, she is," Jake answered lazily.

"Then how come she knows about daisy chains?" the black-haired girl asked.

"I'm not stupid," Judy said, nettled. "I've made daisy chains before."

"And he says she's a virgin," the black man rumbled.

"Come on, let's get the daisy chain going," Polly urged.

"But you have to get some daisies," Judy protested. "And if you'll let me go, I can show you where they are."

"Oh boy," the T-shirtless girl giggled, her breasts jiggling more than ever.

"That's the kind of a daisy chain she means."

Stoned giggles circled Judy as comprehension dawned on the dazed faces surrounding her.

"What are you laughing at?" Judy cried, fighting down her tears again. "You do need daisies for a daisy chain."

"Oh, man, oh, man," Jake gasped. "What a scene. A daisy chain with daisies yet."' "Outta sight," Polly choked, falling to one side, her head resting on the thigh of the man next to her.

"Daisy chain," that man called out, falling over.

As Judy watched, the hippies went over like dominoes. Rolling on their sides, they fell, their heads coming to rest on their neighbor. As Judy watched, the falling went around behind her, then came back to Polly, as Jake fell, his head coming to rest on her thigh. There was an awkward scrambling, and then it stopped, with the girls all lying on their sides facing out, the boys all facing in. With their heads on each other's thighs, their faces were even with each other's groins.

As Judy gasped in astonishment, the girls guided the limp pricks of the boys into their mouths, while the boys moved their heads forward to bury their faces in the girls' cunts. When Judy understood what was happening, a new gush of juices sprang from her own pussy. It was just like what Polly had done to Jake, only this time everyone was doing it to everyone else. There was an endlessly linked chain of bodies surrounding Judy, each person eating the next one out.

The cocks swelled rapidly as the girls sucked at them. Judy's own cunt felt moist and sensitive as she watched the boys eating at the girls pussies.

The clearing rang with sucking and slurping sounds as the tribe of hippies ate and ate at each other. There were muffled groans as they sucked and slurped and munched on each other's sexes.

The girls' heads bobbed as they sucked and pumped at the turgid pricks of the boys, and the boys' jaws worked as they sucked and chewed at the girls' pussies. Judy felt her own lust boil higher and higher as she watched an endless procession of oral sex going on and on and on around her, an endless circle of carnal pleasure that left her stunned and gasping.

"Faster," someone whispered in a muffled voice, and the pace quickened. The sucking and slurping sounds speeded up and got louder as the hippies redoubled their efforts on each other. The boys were reaching around behind the girls, and Judy could see them jamming their fingers between the curved buttocks of the girls, their fingers disappearing into the asses. The sight sent a new ball of fire raging through Judy.

Faster and faster they sucked and chewed at each other, until Judy was dizzy trying to watch them all and keep up with the action.

"I'm coming!" someone cried out, the voice muffled beyond recognition.

Suddenly everyone seemed to be coming at once. Judy could see balls twitching, and faces working, and throats pulsing, and mouths writhing, and pussies creaming in one incredible, simultaneous flood of come, and her own stomach wrenched and twisted and rolled in the frustrated knowledge of what people were swallowing.

For long, pulsating, pregnant seconds the tableau held, boy to girl, girl to boy, face to crotch, crotch to face, and the sound of gulping and swallowing filled the hollow. Then the circle dissolved as the hippies tumbled away from each other in exhaustion and lay sprawled on the leaves, fighting for breath.

Judy herself felt her muscles quivering. Her pussy felt lonesome and empty again. She seemed to be endlessly tormented by unfulfilled desires.

Slowly the hippies gathered themselves together and began to dig into the pile of clothes around Judy's feet.

"Please let me go?" she pleaded.

"No way," Jake answered, giving Judy a gentle kiss.

"Be good, little girl," another hippie said, also kissing her.

"Stay loose," the T-shirtless girl advised, kissing Judy tenderly.

As each hippie finished dressing and left the clearing, they paused and gave her a gentle kiss.

Judy could only hang helplessly from the tree as they filed past her. When the Negro bent to kiss her, Judy fought down an urge to flinch away from him, somehow sensing how that would hurt him.

His lips felt no different from the girl who had kissed her before, or the boy who kissed her after him.

In a few moments the clearing was vacant again. Judy heard their footsteps receding through the woods, then heard the radio start up again.

Exhausted, she hung from the ropes trying to gather her strength.

CHAPTER 4

Except for the usual sounds, the woods were silent again. The wind moved softly through the leaves, making them rustle and whisper at Judy. Here and there birds sang in the trees. There was a sudden rustle that made Judy jerk and turn in shock. But it was only a squirrel prying through the dry leaves in search of a nut. Without much hope, Judy tested her bonds again.

"Jimmy?" she called out hesitantly. "Are you there?"

The only answer was a new puff of wind brushing over Judy's naked body, drying the juices of her passion in her crotch.

"Billy, where are you?" Judy called out, a little louder. She wanted desperately for someone to come and help her. At the same time, she was terrified to call out too loudly, afraid of who might come and find her in such a helpless and exposed position.

"Jimmy… Billy," she called again, her heart pounding with fear. She gulped, fighting down the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. A wave of goose bumps swept up her body, making her shiver in spite of the warm summer sun. Terror was a huge lump in her throat, making it hard to swallow. Bands of fear seemed to be squeezing her ribs, making it hard to breathe as well.

"Jimmy… Billy," she cried again, louder, trying to keep her voice from shaking with fear. In reply, there was only the sound of the wind and the birds. Even the squirrel seemed to have abandoned her. Then she heard a scrabbling near her feet and looked down. The squirrel was climbing up the tree between her legs! Pausing, his legs spread wide, his little paws gripping the bark, the squirrel cocked his head to one side, gazing at Judy with one liquid brown eye.

"Shoo, go away," Judy said, trying to discourage the fuzzy little animal.

The squirrel ignored her order, scrambling a little further up the tree. He sniffed at the inside of Judy's thigh curiously, just above her knee. His whiskers tickled on the tender bare skin, making Judy shiver. He crept higher up the tree, his fur brushing along Judy's thigh, making goose bumps sweep over her again.

"Go away," Judy begged the little intruder. Her voice only made him pause and study her again, his bright little eyes curious. His whiskers wiggled as his nose twitched.

Judy bit her lip in vexation at the animal's curiosity. He kept coming, drawing nearer and nearer Judy's wide-open crotch. Then he turned aside, and Judy heaved a sigh of relief. She felt so terribly vulnerable and exposed with her legs spread as they were. The thought of the squirrel poking into her exposed slit made her shake with fear. Now the little animal had turned aside, heading around the tree. But he came up against Judy's leg and again his whiskers tickled against the tanned, tender flesh of her thigh. Then his little paw reached out to touch her, his claws pricking her skin. Seemingly satisfied, be climbed onto Judy's thigh, his claws scratching at her as he fought for traction on her smooth skin. Judy prayed he would quickly cross, then get back on the tree. Instead, to her horror, the squirrel resumed his upward course, right on her thigh. His tail trailed a tickly path behind the scratching of his claws as he climbed. He reached Judy's waist and hesitated, his tail twitching, brushing over Judy's upper thigh.

"Go away," Judy hissed, and was rewarded only by a further twitch of the squirrel's tail. His feet felt really weird-his claws were sharp, stinging, while the pads of his feet were sort of leathery, and cold and warm at the same time. He resumed his climb up Judy's side, and the sensation of his feet scrabbling over her bare flesh made her want to giggle, and at the same time made her muscles twitch spasmodically.

The squirrel came even with Judy's breasts and paused again. By twisting her head and straining, Judy could see the little animal hesitating, his path up her side blocked by her arm. She prayed he would turn back, or get on the tree.

Instead, he turned the other way, starting across Judy's chest, his claws scratching at the sensitive, tender mound of Judy's breast. His whiskers brushed over her nipple, and the little bud stiffened and stood up, catching the squirrel's attention and making him pause a second, sniffing the peak curiously. The tickling of his nose and whiskers only made Judy's nipple stand up further.

"Go away, damn it," Judy swore, but the little animal didn't even look up.

Instead, he tested her nipple with his sharp rodent teeth, to see if her nipple were some new kind of nut. The sharpness of his front teeth was painful, and Judy let out a little yip from the pain. At the same time, the nip of the squirrel's teeth sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

"Now cut that out," Judy cried, desperately shaking and struggling against the ropes in an attempt to dislodge the squirrel. He only dug his claws into her skin harder in order to hang on. He nipped her tit again, sending another jolt of pain and pleasure through her. Then, evidently deciding her nipple was not edible, at least for squirrels, he moved on across Judy's chest, his claws scratching her skin. His paws tangled, in the strands of hair trailing down to her chest, pulling at them and making Judy wince with the pain.

"Go away, damn it," Judy swore again. The heaving of her ribs made the squirrel hang on for dear life. The little animal started to obey her this time, turning and crawling head first down her torso, his legs spread wide for a good grip.

His tail tickled between Judy's breasts as he crawled lower. She heaved a sigh of relief, then gulped. He was crossing her belly button. Spread eagled around the tree like a virgin sacrifice, Judy was helpless as the squirrel again neared her naked, totally vulnerable slit. She didn't even have enough pubic hair to shield her sex from the curious animal. Judy threw her, head back and said a silent prayer. It went unanswered. Instead the squirrel crept lower and lower, his whiskers tickling over Judy's bare tummy, making her suck in her breath abruptly. The sudden caving in of her stomach almost dislodged the squirrel. He paused and chattered angrily, his tail jiggling and twitching, tickling Judy even more.

Then he was silent and crept a little lower. Judy could feel the twitching of his whiskers as he sniffed at her body, and she almost cried. The squirrel was getting closer and closer to her most private parts. The faint aroma from her sex seemed to attract him, drawing him closer and closer. His claws scratched at the tender skin where Judy's thighs joined her body, making her whimper softly. His whiskers tickled on the insides of both thighs as he sniffed right down between her legs. The soft fur of his chin brushed the upper end of Judy's slit, sending a tickling jolt of pleasure through her. His nose poked into her slit further down, and Judy felt a wave of heat roar upward through her body from the touch. The feeling of the squirrel hovering at her crotch, his nose poking into her sex, his fur brushing the sensitive skin of her belly and pussy, sent wave after wave of excitement roaring through Judy, making her roll her head against the trunk of the tree. The muscles of her thighs twitched and writhed uncontrollably as the squirrel continued his bold investigation of her nearly hairless crotch. Judy bit her lip with passion-terrified, humiliated, but incredibly stimulated by the squirrel's intimate investigation. It was driving her toward that incredibly good feeling again, and Judy wanted it to happen. She didn't care what the squirrel did to her, she just wanted that delicious feeling to sweep over her again. And then it was there, that wonderful tide of pleasure, wringing a long, whimpering cry of pleasure from her. She wasn't even aware of the pricking of his claws anymore, just that delicious melting down of everything inside of her into a bubbling puddle of pleasure.

As the feeling faded away, leaving Judy limp and exhausted, there was a sudden crashing sound in the leaves and brush that made her jerk with fear. The squirrel, also terrified by the sudden racket, whirled, his claws digging into Judy's belly. Without a pause he scrambled painfully up and across Judy. He hit the trunk of the tree and went up and around it, his feet rasping over the bark.

Judy looked around, seeking the source of the racket, panic threatening to overwhelm her again.

A huge dog bounded into the clearing, crashing through the wall of underbrush.

The squirrel, about even with Judy's ear, chattered angrily and ran up the tree. The dog caught sight of the little gray animal and thundered over to the tree, barking ferociously. With a leap, he tried to go up the tree after the squirrel. Fortunately for Judy, he was at her side or his reaching paws would have ripped across her helplessly exposed body. As it was, his paws tore at her arm, his claws raising angry welts across her forearm. His barking deafened Judy as he snapped and snarled at the squirrel. The squirrel seemed bent on torturing the dog, and hung from the tree, just out of reach, chattering angrily. The cacophony threatened to deafen Judy. The squirrel ceased its swearing and scrambled higher, finally reaching a low limb, and climbing out on it. As the squirrel retreated, the dog eased its attack and backed away from the tree, still barking angrily. Judy eyed the big dog warily. It was mostly German shepherd. It looked like the same dog she had seen running off through the woods earlier, near her house. Fortunately it, or rather he, seemed oblivious to Judy's presence. The dog was very obviously a male.

Judy froze against the trunk of the tree, not daring to move, hoping that the dog would ignore her completely. Normally she was not afraid of dogs. But facing this one, as large and ferocious as it looked, and as helpless as she was, she wanted only for him to go away and leave her alone.

The squirrel ran further out the limb, and the dog followed, still barking furiously. The taunting presence of the squirrel was driving the dog mad with rage, and Judy eyed the big animal warily. All She needed was to be bound helpless against the trunk of the tree, sharing the lonely clearing with a male dog! Hopefully, the squirrel would lead the big dog away and leave Judy safely alone again.

The squirrel paused, farther out on the limb now, and cursed at the dog. The dog bounded high in the air in a futile attempt to reach the teasing squirrel.

Judy wanted to throw something at the saucy squirrel to drive him away. He seethed determined to totally enrage the big shepherd. As the two animals swore at each other, Judy puffed to blow a strand of hair away from her face and swore at both of the animals.

The squirrel ran further out the branch making it bend low with his weight. The dog followed hopefully along, snarling, his eyes glued on the offensive little animal. The squirrel continued along the, branch, along the gradually narrowing pathway. Near the tip, he lost his footing for a second, and Judy was sure he was going to plummet straight down the throat of the big dog. Evidently the dog thought the same thing and jumped wildly, trying to reach the tail of the squirrel. He was inches short. Regaining his footing, the squirrel continued along the branch. Without a pause, he went straight out to the end and leaped off into space, his legs flung wide, his tail streaming out behind him.

The dog went mad, convinced he had a meal coming. But, at the last possible second, he saw the meal snatched away from him, almost out of his mouth, as the squirrel landed on the branch of a neighboring tree, clinging desperately to the flimsy twigs at the end. The branch flexed dangerously from the impact, bending perilously close to the snapping jaws of the dog, and the squirrel's tail actually whipped between the dog's gleaming teeth, but just as his jaws closed with a snap, the branch whipped upward, lifting the squirrel out of harm's way, leaving the big dog snapping at thin air. Then, as the dog tumbled to the leaves, the squirrel dashed away up the branch, heading for solid safety at the trunk. By the time the dog had recovered his balance, the squirrel was out of sight.

The dog, apparently a little dazed, looked around the clearing. Then he shook himself, sending a cloud of leaves and twigs flying from his fur. He lifted his nose and sniffed curiously, and Judy froze. She said a silent prayer, hoping that the big dog would find a new trail that would lead him out of the hollow.

She liked dogs, but not this way.

The dog sniffed among the leaves, seemingly in no hurry to depart. Something caught his attention and he burrowed through the leaves, tossing the brown, dry scraps aside, snuffling noisily. He pursued a meandering trail across the clearing, drawing slowly closer to Judy. Reaching the spot where Polly and Jake had screwed, the dog stopped and, investigated the leaves intently. Something there seemed to fascinate him, and he sniffed and snorted vigorously, pushing the leaves aside with his nose. He sniffed carefully over the rumpled patch where Jake had lain on his back as Polly drove herself down, on his cock. The dog worked his way back and forth, moving slowly downward from where Jake's head had been to where his crotch had been. Then the dog reached the spot, and Judy saw a few gleaming drops of Polly's and Jake's juices in the leaves. The dog sniffed at them with interest, then licked them. The taste and aroma of the come obviously excited him, and he licked frantically at the white drops.

Judy was left with the desperate hope that this would keep him distracted and he wouldn't notice her. So far, only the squirrel-and now these drops of come-had kept him from sensing her presence with his sensitive nose. Hopefully, the come would be enough to distract him. But then Judy remembered the drops of come that had sprayed from Jimmy and Billy as they had played with themselves, and her heart sank. Those drops had sprayed and spattered on the leaves at her feet, and on her. If the dog detected those traces of sex, he was certain to notice her. She held her breath and said another prayer.

The dog lost interest in Jake's and Polly's juices, lifting his head and sniffing the air curiously. Then he lowered his head and began to explore the leaves again. For a second Judy had the forlorn hope that he would miss her.

But no, he turned toward her, his head down, his nose working, burrowing through the leaves, his attention attracted by something. He was beading straight for her.

Judy froze with fear as the dog drew nearer and nearer. He reached where Billy had stood, where the boy's prick had sprayed its load of come on the ground, and there the dog stopped, finding the nearly dry come. The dog licked the leaves, making them rustle. He snorted, getting more excited, and his tongue probed into the leaves. Judy prayed that he would not notice her. He moved again, and Judy held her breath. The dog found the more copious spurtings of Jimmy and again paused, burrowing in the leaves, snorting and panting. He pawed at the ground, then dug his nose into the earth, scraping the side of his muzzle through the leaves as if trying to acquire some of Jimmy's smell for himself.

He stopped suddenly then shook himself vigorously, again sending leaves and twigs flying. Judy held her breath and felt like she was turning purple from the strain. Then the dog looked' directly up at her, and her heart sank. His deep, gleaming brown eyes looked straight into her frightened blue ones.

"H-hello, doggy," Judy greeted him fearfully. "H-how are you today?"

The dog sat down and looked at her curiously, as if trying to understand what a naked young girl would be doing here, tied to a tree.

"You see, it's this way," Judy tried to explain to him., "I got into a game of cowboys and Indians, and I was the white settler." She eyed the dog fearfully, wondering if her talking would do any good, "And the Indians captured me and tied me up. And in the process, I lost my clothes." The explanation sounded stupid to Judy even as she said it. Here she was, stark naked, totally helpless, trussed to the tree, talking to a dog. She shook her head. It was insane.

"I don't suppose you could be like Rin Tin Tin and go for help?" Judy asked.

"No, I guess not. But it would be nice. Would you please go to-uhm-my house, Three eighteen Greengrove Street, and inform my parents that I am in need of assistance?" Judy giggled, feeling silly and a little crazy for talking to a dog. She felt a little less apprehensive about the dog's intentions, since be seemed merely curious as he sat in front of her, his head cocked, his ears pricked alertly.

"I really would appreciate it, you know," Judy went on in the same reasonable tone. "You see I'm tied up here, or I'd go myself."

The dog whined deep in his throat.

"I know, that was pretty bad, wasn't it?" Judy acknowledged. "But it's the best I can do under the circumstances." She tested her ropes again and found them as unyielding as ever.

The dog seemed bored and got up, moving over and sniffing her bare thigh curiously.

"N-now don't get fresh," Judy said, suddenly nervous.

The dog ignored her words, continuing to sniff her naked thigh. His breath was hot against her bare skin, and his whiskers tickled as they brushed along her leg. He sniffed downward to her knee, then back up. His upward move made Judy's breath catch in her throat. Everybody and everything seemed to be interested in the same part of her body.

The dog noticed where some of Jimmy's come had sprayed Judy, and his tongue licked out, rasping over the skin of her thigh. He licked her, his tongue feeling like sandpaper across her tender skin. His saliva was chilly where it dried on her thigh. He seemed to be trying to wash off the come Jimmy had left on her. Then the dog began to work his way higher, and Judy froze. His nose was icy where it touched the inside of her thigh. His warm, wet, rough tongue was in shocking contrast to the cold slickness of his nose as he worked his way higher. Then his nose touched the tender, exposed tissues between Judy's thighs and she let out a whoop from the shock. The dog jerked backward and looked up at Judy speculatively.

"Now cut that out," Judy ordered him with a glare. "That's not nice."

The dog seemed to laugh at her and stuck his nose back into her sex, wringing another sudden cry from her. His nose was just like an ice cube against her tissues. The feeling jolted through Judy like an electric shock. Then the dog licked her, and the air burst from Judy's lungs in a hurricane. The hot, wet roughness of the dog's tongue was like the flames of a torch on her tender pussy as an explosion of passion raged through her.

"Whoa, boy," she ordered the dog, as if he were a runaway horse. She fought to get her breath. The dog licked her again, sending another explosion of passion roaring through her. The scraping of his rough tongue was painful, but the afterglow was pure pleasure. She wanted him to stop, because of the pain, but at the same time she wanted him to go on, to set her totally aflame with lust and passion with his fiery tongue. Judy felt as if her conflicting desires were tearing her in two; her pleasure-pain seemed to be splitting her down the middle as if she were a wishbone.

The dog increased his exploration of Judy's cunt, and she could only whine and writhe against the unyielding ropes. He jammed his icy nose into her cunt, and she exploded with pleasure. His tongue licked out, prying more deeply into her pussy than anything ever had before. The rough tongue whipped up the length of her slit and blazed across some unbelievably sensitive button, sending an explosion of pleasure ripping through her. Judy didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she screamed. The dog licked and licked and licked her, driving her insane. She struggled against the ropes with superhuman strength as the dog drove her higher and higher with his cold nose and hot, probing tongue slicing through her crotch. Judy lost count of the explosions that racked her body, wringing her muscles out, leaving her hanging limp as a dishrag from the ropes.

She hardly noticed when the dog finally stopped his violation of her body.

Dimly, she realized that she was no longer being ravaged by that hot, rough, searing tongue. She didn't feel the icy probe of that cold, shining, black nose that had been digging into her. Fighting for breath, she tried to regain her bearings. The dog, stimulated by his exploration of her, was curled on the leaves in front of her. His long pink tongue licked his own sex now. Judy was fascinated at the sight of his strong, erect penis. She'd never• seen, a dog's cock before. The long, slick pink rod had emerged from its furry sheath. The dog licked at it desperately, a slapping, sucking, slobbering sound that resounded through the clearing. The sight of the dog's prick made Judy's cunt twitch with desire again.

His licking seemed to go on forever and ever and ever as Judy stared at it helplessly. Everything in the world seemed to blaze in the newly awakened center of her being. Her cunt felt achy and hungry for someone's touch, hollow and desperate for a long, hard, hot rod to fill it.

Judy panted in exhaustion, feeling lonely and forlorn. The dog, finally satisfied, stood up and shook himself. His cock slid back into its sheath as smoothly as if it were greased. He was oblivious to Judy now. He shook again showering Judy with leaves and twigs, then turned his back on her. The last thing she saw of him was the proud plume of his tail disappearing over the edge of the hollow. She was alone again. The dog's saliva and her own juices dried on her with a sticky chill.

Judy eyed the position of the sun carefully. It was nearly overhead. Lunchtime.

Judy's stomach rumbled complainingly. She gave little thought to the fact that, since breakfast, she had had the most incredible experiences of her short life.

Instead, she concentrated on wishing she had a peanut-butter sandwich and a glass of milk. Her mouth watered at the thought, and she again pulled against her ropes. There seemed to be a tiny bit of slack. She tried to increase her freedom by carefully working at it.

CHAPTER 5

All of Judy's straining and tugging resulted in a tiny, fraction-of-an-inch slack in the tight ropes binding her to the tree. The angle of the sun slowly shifted as she worked, moving the patches of sunlight across her naked body, making her bare skin gleam in new areas. A shaft of sunlight speared down on one of her naked breasts and felt like a heat lamp on the sensitive, normally protected skin. Judy felt her nipple loosen and relax, going soft in the gentle warmth of the sun.

Taking a breather from her work on the ropes, Judy looked down over her strained, naked body. She was glad that in spite of her blonde hair she didn't sunburn easily. In fact, most of her body was already well tanned to a golden hue, but there were areas of skin being exposed to the sun today that normally were completely shielded. By straining forward, Judy could see the area normally covered by the bottom half of her two-piece swimsuit. The white area ran from a line an inch or so below her navel to high on her thighs. Splotches of sunlight admitted by the gently stirring leaves drifted over this area, highlighting it. She couldn't see her slit, but she could feel the warmth of the sun on it and hoped that it was not getting sunburned.

Higher up, Judy studied her breasts. The pink-capped mounds gleamed almost like ivory in the patches of sunlight. Where one beam was spotlighting her nipple, Judy studied the little peak, now nearly flat in relaxation. She remembered how it had felt, all hard and tense, and shivered slightly at the memory. The skin around the nipple was un-tanned in sort of a triangular pattern, stenciled on her skin by her swimsuit top. Her nipple was nearly in the center of the triangle. There was a narrow band of white connecting the triangle over her left breast with the one over her right one.

There were no white lines from the straps of Judy's bikini because when she stretched out in the sun, she always undid them. On her back there was no stripe either, since when she lay on her stomach, she unfastened that strap, too. Some strange quirk of Judy's mind led her thoughts back to the previous weekend, when she had been sun-bathing after a dip in the pool. She'd been stretched out on a towel on the pool deck, lying on her stomach. She had been feeling all warm and nice, concentrating on how the hard concrete felt through the towel and her suit, mashing her newly burgeoning breasts flat against her chest. Then her father had asked her a question, and she had sat up quickly.

She'd nearly forgotten about having the back of her suit unfastened as she raised up, but remembered just in time and stopped her rise before her nipples came up off the deck. As she answered her father, she'd seen that he was looking not into her eyes or her face, but down to the twin bulges of her breasts. There had been a sudden glow deep down in his eyes, and Judy had caught a glimpse of a sudden movement inside his swimsuit before he put his magazine over his lap. Experimentally, Judy had raised up a fraction of an inch more, until her nipples were barely pressing against the deck. Nearly all of her swelling breasts had been visible, and her father's face had flushed suddenly. For some reason Judy had not understood at the time, she had felt pleased with this reaction, and felt a tremor in her guts.

Judy's mother, stretched on her back on a lounge chair, her eyes closed against the glare of the sun, had been totally unaware of the exchange.

Judy's reverie was disturbed by the sound of someone plowing through the dry leaves in the surrounding woods. A surge of hope that it was Jimmy and Billy returning to free her was quickly dashed when she realized that the steps were coming from the wrong direction. A chill racked her body and she prayed desperately for the footsteps to pass the hollow by. She could hear two people talking now, and her heart stopped beating as she held her breath, hoping whoever it was would go away. To her relief, at least both of the voices sounded like women's-even if the two people did come down into the clearing, they were her own sex. Just the same, Judy hoped that she would be passed by.

She felt certain now that she could get the ropes undone, given enough time.

The steps ceased just outside the hollow, and there was a long silence, then the sound of a kiss. Judy's heart lurched. If that was a kiss, then one of the people was a man after all. The steps resumed, and feet appeared. Still tugging at her ropes, Judy watched the approaching feet warily, wondering what was in store for her this time. A wave of relief poured over her when she saw that it was two women after all.

The women were silent as they approached. They were holding hands, and one of them was hanging back slightly and being pulled along by the other. Judy didn't recognize the woman in the lead, then jerked against her ropes in surprise. It was Miss Franklin, who would be Judy's math teacher next fall. And the second woman was Miss Clark, a new English teacher in the school.

"See, I told you it would be deserted and private," Miss Franklin said.

"Why, how charming," Miss Clark enthused. "How utterly charming and secluded.

Just like the Garden of Eden!"

Judy hung quietly against the tree, unsure of the reception she would get if she revealed her presence. A sudden, unbearable itch developed in her nose, and Judy wriggled her face desperately. The itch grew, and with it an urge to sneeze that made Judy's eyes water. For long, painful seconds Judy managed to fight down the urge. Perhaps for that reason the explosion, when it came, was all the more violent. Before the echoes of Judy's sneeze had begun to die away, the two teachers were staring at her, their eyes wide with surprise.

"Excuse me," Judy said lamely, wrinkling her nose in the aftermath of the sneeze.

"Not quite as secluded as I thought, is it?" Miss Franklin observed calmly. She was a tall, lean woman, handsome rather than pretty. Her hair was streaked with blonde and cut short, with bangs down over her forehead. She was wearing sandals, white shorts and a sleeveless white blouse with the top three buttons unfastened, baring a well-tanned vee of skin to below the level of her small breasts. Obviously she was not wearing a bra.

"Let's get out of here," Miss Clark said, tugging at the other woman's wrist.

Judy had seen Miss Clark only fleetingly in the halls at school. She had come in the middle of the year to take over an English class. She was a very pretty, petite woman, with flowing black hair. She was wearing a short, pleated white skirt, almost a tennis skirt, and a white, sleeveless blouse. She had a fuller figure than Miss Franklin, more curved and feminine.

"No, wait, I'm curious," Miss Franklin said, resisting her friend's tugging and walking over to study Judy carefully. Judy's skin rippled strangely as the woman's eyes raked over her naked body. She tried to be nonchalant about the close scrutiny she was receiving, then dropped her eyes in shame.

"You're Judy, aren't you?" Miss Franklin said.

"Y-yes, Miss Franklin," Judy answered.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Miss Clark said.

"No, this may be interesting," Miss Franklin answered, refusing to be pulled away.

"Could you untie me, please?" Judy asked hopefully.

"But what if she should tell someone?" Miss Clark protested.

Miss Franklin ignored Judy's request. "She wouldn't tell anyone. How could she explain her situation to anyone?"

"Tell someone what?" Judy asked, puzzled.

"I still think we should go," Miss Clark repeated.

"Now, Sue, I thought we'd agreed on how things were to be between us," Miss Franklin said a little sharply. "I thought we had all that straightened out."

"Yes, Jo," Miss Clark replied meekly, moving up next to the taller woman.

"Please untie me?" Judy begged.

"She has a wonderful little body, doesn't she?" Miss Franklin observed, studying Judy carefully.

"Yes, Jo."

"It's so tender and so young," Miss Franklin went on. "Look, she's just beginning to be a woman. Look at those tender little breasts, so pale and white in the sunlight. She just makes my mouth water, she's such a tender little morsel. Do you remember when you were that age, Sue?"

"Yes, Jo," Miss Clark answered. She seemed totally subservient to Miss Franklin, completely devoted to her.

"And look at her little pussy," Miss Franklin went on, indicating Judy's little slit, with its first wisps of hair. "Isn't that the tenderest little pussy you've ever seen in your life?"

"Yes, Jo."

"Why don't you untie me?" Judy said, feeling incredibly self-conscious under the vocal study of the two women. There was something about the way they looked at her, especially Miss Franklin, that made Judy intensely uncomfortable.

"I bet boys are just beginning to become interested in her," Miss Franklin went on, again ignoring Judy's plea. "Remember how it was when boys were first getting interested in you, Sue?"

"Yes, Jo," 'Miss Clark replied. She seemed totally cowed.

"Lord, that was awful," Miss Franklin went on. Judy was puzzled. She thought that having boys interested in her was pretty wonderful. "They were always so rough and so thoughtless. God, the way they used to paw me. Just like animals."

Deciding that it was unlikely that the two teachers were going to release her, Judy again began struggling against her ropes. As she did so, she kept a wary eye on the two women. There obviously were strange, hidden meanings in the tall woman's words.

"Let's go, Jo. I want to get out of here," Miss Clark pleaded.

"Shush," Miss Franklin ordered, her eyes feasting on Judy's straining body.

"Judy won't tell anyone about us, will you, Judy?"

"Tell anybody what about you?" Judy asked, still puzzled.

"She won't tell anyone about us. She doesn't want to flunk next year,"

Miss-Franklin continued reasonably.

"Well, I don't know," Miss Clark said thoughtfully.

"Tell them what about you?" Judy asked again, trying to understand what Miss Franklin was driving at. Judy didn't see anything special to tell anyone about the two teachers. They were just two teachers, after all. Why shouldn't they go walking together in the woods?

"Such a tender little morsel," Miss Franklin observed again. "Why, she's just as tender as can be, like the newest flower of spring. I bet she's as sweet as honey, the little darling."

"Jo, I think you should leave her alone," Miss Clark broke in, evidently knowing just where the other teacher was leading.

"Quiet, Sue," Miss Franklin ordered sharply. "I've just got to sample her. She won't do anything."

"What do you mean?" Judy asked, suddenly fearful.

"Shush, darling, you'll like this," Miss Franklin said, moving closer to Judy.

"I won't hurt you. I must feel you." The math teacher reached out and touched Judy's soft new breasts with gentle fingers. Judy's nipples responded instantly, springing erect.

"Such sweet little things," Miss Clark sighed, looking over Miss Franklin's shoulder.

"Aren't they, though?" the math teacher said, taking firmer possession of Judy's breasts, cupping the little mounds and squeezing them just the way Billy and Jimmy had earlier. Judy was surprised at the way her body was responding to the woman's touch. Over Miss Franklin's shoulder, Judy could see Miss Clark watching avidly, her eyes big and a few fine drops of sweat beading her upper lip.

"I wonder how she tastes," Miss Franklin remarked absently. She bent down, and her lips fastened on one of Judy's nipples, making the little girl jerk and gasp at the sudden stimulation. As Judy fought to control the fiery sensations, Miss Franklin suckled at Judy's developing breasts, first one, then the other.

Judy's nipples were hard little knots of pleasure, incredibly sensitive to the gentle sucking and tonguing they were receiving.

Miss Franklin grunted slightly as she straightened up and looked at Judy's breasts admiringly. "She liked it, the little darling," she observed. "Look at how her little nipples are, all hard and pointed. Aren't they beautiful?"

"Yes, Jo," Miss Clark agreed, her voice unsteady.

"I've just got to taste her," Miss Franklin said, kneeling in front of Judy.

"What are you doing?" Judy asked, then let out a squeak as the teacher suddenly put her mouth to Judy's pussy. The touch of Miss Franklin's lips down there sent a sudden jolt of passion through Judy, wringing a cry of surprise from her. Then, as the, initial wave receded, Judy felt Miss Franklin's tongue probe into her crotch, and nearly fainted with the pleasure the touch created. Judy's muscles suddenly went limp, and the ropes cut into her wrists as her weight came down on them. The sensations she had felt earlier in the day were doubled and redoubled as Miss Franklin's tongue pried into Judy's tender cunt.

Eyes hazed with lust, Judy gazed down on Miss Franklin's bowed back and short-cropped hair. The teacher gripped the bare columns of Judy's thighs to steady herself as her mouth worked eagerly at Judy's cunt. Judy felt the inner tissues of her cunt swelling and expanding, pouring forth wave after wave of juices, and Miss Franklin ate at her more eagerly, munching on the juicy folds of Judy's cunt. Judy was whining eagerly now as Miss Franklin drove her insane with pleasure. Wave after wave of excitement, gut-melting excitement, roared through Judy until she was helpless in the endless tide of pleasure. Her body writhed helplessly, Uncontrollably, against the trunk of the tree as Miss Franklin sucked and slurped at Judy's tender, virginal tissues.

Finally, when Judy was nearly delirious with joy, Miss Franklin pushed away and stood up. Judy looked at the math teacher with blurred eyes. Miss Franklin's chin was glistening with juices, and she licked her lips hungrily. There was a wild glint in her eyes as she looked at Judy.

"I've never made love in front of an audience before," Miss Franklin finally said, reaching up and beginning to unfasten the remaining buttons of her blouse.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Jo," Miss Clark said nervously. "Really, I don't."

"Take off your clothes," Miss Franklin ordered in reply, casting away her blouse and reaching for the fastening of her shorts. In seconds she had stripped them down the lean columns of her legs and stepped free. She was clad only in tiny bikini panties now, and Judy could see the dark shadow of pubic hair through the translucent material.

"No… no, I don't think I will," Miss Clark stuttered.

Miss Franklin didn't even pause, but stripped her last garment off, then began undressing her friend.

"Please don't," Miss Clark pleaded, backing away and shaking her head. The dark waves of her hair brushed over her shoulders.

"Come here, Sue," Miss Franklin ordered the English teacher.

"Yes, Jo," Miss Clark said, stopping her retreat as if jerked to a halt by a tether. Meekly, the small, curvaceous English teacher moved toward the taller woman.

Judy watched numbly as the naked math teacher gently began to undress the English teacher. Miss Clark's blouse was swiftly unbuttoned and tossed away.

Underneath was a bra restraining the full, soft breasts. Leaving that, Miss Franklin unfastened Miss Clark's white skirt and let it drop. Then she turned the English teacher as if she were a mannequin and unhooked the woman's bra.

Miss Clark seemed totally under the math teacher's spell, letting herself be handled as if she had no will of her own. She was turned again, and her bra was taken from her. Judy eyed the English teacher's full breasts curiously. They were pale white, with large, dark nipples. As Judy watched, Miss Clark's nipples hardened at the touch of the air on them. Miss Franklin, meanwhile, was skinning Miss Clark's demure, white cotton panties down her rounded legs to the ground.

"You are a charming thing," Miss Franklin said, standing up and gazing fondly at Miss Clark.

"Come and kiss me, darling."

To Judy's astonishment, the two women moved toward each other and kissed the way Judy had seen men and women kiss. Their lips were open, and they were exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. It was just the way that her boy friend had wanted Judy to kiss him, Judy thought wonderingly. The naked bodies of the two teachers, gleaming in the sunlight, pressed together, the shorter Miss Clark pressing in against Miss Franklin, her head tipped back.

Miss Clark opened her thighs and trapped Miss Franklin's more slender, muscular legs between her own. Then, as one, the two women sank slowly down on the carpet of leaves and stretched out, pressing against each other, their hands moving over each other's bodies the same way Jake's and Polly's had done.

As Judy watched, the teachers writhed together on the ground. Their kiss seemed to go on forever and ever and ever, while they felt each other's breasts and thighs and buttocks. Then Miss Franklin pushed the willing Miss Clark on her back. As Judy watched, Miss Clark's thighs spread open, showing her black-furred sex, and Miss Franklin probed into the black bush with long fingers. Miss Clark rolled her head on the ground, her black hair picking up leaves and twigs as Miss Franklin felt her up.

Judy felt new excitement swelling in her belly as she watched Miss Franklin stirring Miss Clark to higher and higher levels. As she watched the two women making love, Judy felt new juices joining the trickles that had already dried on her thighs, Miss Franklin was suckling on Miss Clark's full, soft breasts now, taking the whole nipple into her mouth and sucking on it. Miss Clark whimpered with pleasure, and clutched at Miss Franklin's breasts. Then Miss Franklin's mouth was working its way down Miss Clark's curvy body, her tongue licking over the skin, leaving a glistening, wet path to the English teacher's indented navel. Miss Franklin paused there, her tongue plunging into the soft hollow. Miss Clark seemed to be going wild with pleasure, and rolled her head excitedly. She pushed Miss Franklin lower, and the slender math teacher lowered her head to Miss Clark's sex, then fastened her mouth on the black bush. At the same time she moved to straddle Miss Clark's head with her own thighs. Miss Clark looked up into the hairy sex confronting her, then opened her mouth and lifted her head. As Miss Franklin ate at her eagerly, Miss Clark plunged her tongue into the gaping pussy facing her.

Judy's own excitement was roaring higher and higher as she watched the two teachers eating each other. Judy could remember just how Miss Franklin's mouth had felt on her own sex, sucking and chewing at the tissues, tongue prying into the channel, then sweeping over the button of pleasure just above it. The memories, plus the sight of the two women making love, drove Judy wild with lust.

Miss Clark was writhing frantically under Miss Franklin, driving her hips upward, mashing her pussy into the math teacher's face. Meanwhile, Miss Franklin was slamming her hips down on Miss Clark's wildly working mouth.

Muffled, wet cries of pleasure rang through the hollow as the women went wild.

Judy, helplessly bound, let her own pleasure blaze through her in a series of waves as she watched what Miss Clark and Miss Franklin were doing. Judy felt an empty, aching need in her vagina, an empty aching need that was becoming almost perpetual. Judy whimpered with longing, wishing that something, anything, was in her, wishing that someone was loving her the way the two women were loving each other on the leaves in front of her. Judy's climax hung tantalizingly out of reach as Miss Clark and Miss Franklin drove each other to peak after flaming peak of joy.

Then, for a long time, the two women were still, their muscles straining against each other. They seemed to be sucking hungrily at each other, but there was no other motion, just a taut straining of their muscles. At last, slowly, ever so slowly, their muscles relaxed, and Judy knew that they were slowly coming back down from the peak. Judy hung exhausted from the trunk of the tree as the teachers lay head to crotch in the leaves.

"Ahhhh, that was good," Miss Franklin finally sighed, struggling to sit up.

Tenderly, she bent and kissed Miss Clark, brushing some of the jet-black strands of hair back from the English teacher's forehead. "You're sweet," Miss Franklin said. Miss Clark smiled languidly.

"Wh-what about me?" Judy asked hesitantly.

"So are you, Judy," Miss Franklin said, getting lithely to her feet and walking over to Judy. She bent and kissed Judy tenderly, as if Judy were her sister.

Then she turned away and began to dress slowly.

"Aren't you going to untie me?" Judy asked as both teachers put on their clothing.

"No, I don't think we will," Miss Franklin said after a short silence.

"Oh, why not let her go?"

Miss Franklin shook her head decisively. "No, she'll be able to get herself free."

Miss Clark looked at Judy, and shrugged helplessly. Then she followed Miss Franklin up out of the clearing, leaving Judy alone again.

For a while Judy gazed after them hopefully, but their steps gradually receded through the woods, leaving her in silence again. Judy shivered, feeling more alone than ever. Her stomach was complaining constantly now, and she ached painfully from her prolonged stretching around the tree. There seemed to be nothing to do but try to work herself free. She spent little time wondering about the relationship between the two women teachers. Instead, she worked at her ropes, fighting for another fraction of an inch of slack.

CHAPTER 6

After half an hour of work Judy was bathed in sweat. She had to blink her eyes furiously to clear them of the stinging perspiration pouring down from her forehead. Her hair was an explosion of sweaty strings around her face, sticking irritatingly to her cheeks and shoulders. She had managed-by alternately pulling furiously with her arms to stretch the rope, then pushing her arms back to gain ground on the slack-to work one loop partly down her thumb. She hoped that by making her hand as skinny as possible she would be able to slip the loop of rope over her hand and free it.

From time to time she stopped and tried to blot some of the sweat off her face with her shoulder, without much success. Her back felt raw from the constant rubbing against the rough bark of the tree, and her bottom was so sore she was afraid that it would be hard to sit down when she did get free. Her legs ached painfully from the awkward position they were tied in, while her shoulders were one solid, driving ache. Her wrists felt burned and raw.

Finally, exhaustion forced her to stop for breath. Her chest heaving with every breath, Judy slumped against the tree, her eyes closed. Since the teachers had left, the clearing bad been peaceful, with only the tranquil sound of birds and the wind in the leaves. She wondered what bad happened to Jimmy and Billy. If they had left her here and forgotten her, she would have them boiled in oil.

That was an expression she'd learned in history class.

Opening her eyes, Judy tested the ropes. Another half an hour or so of work would probably free her left hand. She couldn't tell for sure, but she hoped that freeing one hand would release the tension and make it a simple matter to get herself completely free. She gave passing thought to the fact that it was good that neither Billy nor Jimmy were Boy Scouts.

"Where are you, you brats!" Judy muttered. She thought about calling out to them again, but hesitated, fearful of whom she might attract. They had been gone for quite some time now. If they were going to come back, they would do so without her shouting. If she shouted, she might only attract unwanted attention. She was acutely aware of the total vulnerability of her position.

A distant crashing in the woods made Judy jerk her head around and freeze, holding her breath. Her mind conjured up a multitude of possible causes for the racket. Perhaps the shepherd, or another dog, was coming. Or it might be the two hippies. Judy hoped it would be Jimmy and Billy, but somehow knew it wouldn't be. She debated with herself, not sure whether she should call out or not, not sure what she should hope for. It might be rescue, or it might be something worse than what had already happened to her. Hopefully, whatever it was would pass her by, leaving her in peace to free herself from her predicament. Then she could get dressed and leave this hateful hollow without anyone else becoming aware of her humiliating position.

To her dismay, the crashing drew steadily closer. It sounded like a herd of something plowing through the brush, but Judy knew that the dry leaves always gave that impression. A chipmunk sounded like an elephant in the leaves.

Desperately, Judy strained against the ropes, fighting to gain the fraction of an inch of slack that she needed to free her hand. If she could do that much, she had a chance. The thrashing sounds drew steadily and ominously nearer, and Judy's struggles became more and more frantic. She gave a sob when, by some quirk, she lost some of the ground she had so painfully gained against the brutal ropes.

There was a whistling now, along with the crashing, and it sounded vaguely familiar. As Judy fought the ropes, she tried to place the tune the unseen person was whistling. Judy managed to regain the lost ground just as she placed the tune. It was one that had been making the rounds at school, a nonsense ditty that nobody could ever remember the words to. It was one of those maddening tunes that once you caught it, you couldn't get rid of it-it would keep running through your head until you were thoroughly sick of it. Since whoever was plowing through the underbrush knew the tune, they probably went to the same school, and probably knew Judy. The information did nothing to cheer her up. If it were a boy, she would absolutely die. The thought that it might be Johnny made Judy battle the ropes with panicky strength. He was the coolest, and he was sort of Judy's steady. But if he found her like this, she'd never be able to live it down.

The fight with the ropes did Judy no good, only leaving her more exhausted and no nearer escape. The whistling and the crashing were very near the top of the little hollow now, and Judy slumped against her bonds, exhausted. If it really was someone from school, they probably knew of the hollow, and were coming to it. Lots of kids did, for a lot of different reasons. They came alone, and they came in groups. It was a nice, quiet, peaceful place that they thought grownups didn't know about. Judy wanted to disappear into the tree as the steps neared the rim of the hollow.

Judy was trying to fold herself up in shame when the steps started down into the hollow and the whistling stopped suddenly.

"What in the world?" the person exclaimed, and Judy died.

"Well, well, well, well, look what we have here," the person marveled, and Judy wished she could disappear. "If it isn't little Judy Poody. How'd you get yourself in that fix? And all naked, too?"

"Let me loose, Karen, please," Judy begged the girl that came around the tree to stare at her.

"Let me loose, Karen, please," the girl mocked. "Why should I?"

"Please let me go," Judy begged again. Karen was Judy's archenemy in school.

"Now let me see, should I let you go," Karen mused, fingering her chin in a theatrical fashion. She giggled, making her short, black hair bob with the motion. "This is just too rich."

"I'd let you go if you were like this."

"I just bet you would," Karen said, obviously tickled to death at Judy's helpless position.

"I would to," Judy answered. She didn't want go break into tears in front of Karen, but exhaustion, fear and humiliation all combined to make it a heroic battle to avoid bawling.

"Well, I won't," Karen snapped. "I ain't no goody-goody like you."

Judy had to admit that was true. "I'll give you the answers on the next geography test or something," Judy promised, hating herself.

"Fat chance," Karen answered. "Besides, school's out for the summer."

"Well, next fall then," Judy answered, fighting for a bargaining point.

"Just like you gave me the answer on that spelling test, huh?" Karen snapped.

"You deliberately gave me the wrong spelling on that word I asked you."

"Well, I told you it wasn't right to cheat. What was I supposed to do?"

"It isn't right to cheat," Karen mocked again. "That's just what you'd say.

Everybody cheats. Oh, everybody except Miss Goody Two Shoes here. And what about John. What do you have to say about taking Johnny away from me?"

"He wasn't yours in the first place. He never took you out."

"No, but he hit me the hardest he hit any girl," Karen snapped. "That meant he was my boy friend."

"He never hit me at all," Judy gloated, and immediately knew she bad said the wrong thing. "And I didn't take him away from you."

"Did so," Karen snapped.

Judy fell silent, unable to think of any way to get Karen to let her go. Karen had always hated Judy, for as long as Judy could remember. It wasn't Judy's fault that Karen was frequently caught cheating, or that Johnny went out with Judy instead of Karen, or that Judy got higher marks than Karen.

"This is just too rich to believe. Who did it to you?" Karen asked, again gloating.

"None of your business," Judy snapped.

"Your clothes must be around here some place," Karen mused, looking around the clearing. "Oh, here they are." The black-haired girl gathered up Judy's scattered garments and piled them in a heap. "My, my, she even has to wear a bra now!" Karen snickered. "I'm glad I don't have to wear one yet. What a pain."

Judy knew from Karen's tone that Karen really felt just the opposite. It was just one more thing for Karen to be bitter about-that Judy was developing while Karen was still as flat as a board.

"What are you going to do?" Judy asked, a little fearfully, secretly testing her ropes behind her back.

"Well, now, that's a good question," Karen observed, fingering her chin again.

"Obviously I can't let this chance go by without taking advantage of it. I could just leave you here and take your clothes, but I don't think that's enough. Remember the time you beat me up behind the game shed?"

Judy remembered it well. Karen had challenged her, and there had been no teachers around at the time. "That was a perfectly fair fight."

"It was not," Karen retorted. "You cheated. You kicked me."

"Only after you kicked me," Judy said, still trying to work her hand free.

"I'm going to get you for that," Karen decided, ignoring what Judy had said.

"You wouldn't dare hit me," Judy snapped. "You might hurt your precious hands."

"Hadn't thought of that," Karen observed, looking down at her hands. She had just started playing the piano. Despite a complete lack of talent, she was convinced she was going to be a great pianist. "But that's all right," Karen went on. "I don't need to use my hands." She strolled over to a stand of tall, stringy bushes and began to uproot them.

"You hit me with those and I'll tell on you," Judy threatened.

"So go ahead and tell on me, it'll be worth it," Karen gloated, stripping the leaves from one of the thin, whippy branches.

Judy wrenched and pulled at the ropes, and gained a fraction of an inch at the expense of same skin on the back of her hand. The loop of rope was almost up to her knuckles, grinding the bones of her hand tightly together, adding to Judy's general agony.

Smiling nastily, Karen approached, whipping the thin branch around, making it whistle through the air. She gazed at Judy's naked body with open relish. "Boy, am I gonna make you pay," Karen snickered. "Am I ever gonna make you pay!"

Judy stiffened her resolve and decided not to plead further with Karen, knowing it would only add to the girl's pleasure. Instead of cringing, Judy lifted her chin and glared defiantly at her tormentor. Karen wasn't going to enjoy this any more than possible, Judy vowed silently. She stiffened her muscles and tried to prepare herself for the first stinging slash of Karen's makeshift whip. Judy bit her lip, resolving not to cry no matter how much it hurt.

"Now, where should I start?" Karen pondered, fingering her chin again. She must have just seen a movie where someone did that. She was always trying things like that out in an attempt to be impressive.

"Your tummy should be real tender," Karen decided. She drew the thin lash back, then whipped it across the sensitive skin of Judy's belly. Judy jerked and bit her lip at the searing sting of the lash tearing across her skin. Karen drew her arm back and lashed again with the whip, and again it ripped across Judy's tummy, making her suck in her breath as she fought down a cry of pain.

"Boy, I bet that hurts," Karen remarked, her eyes gleaming. "I bet it hurts worse than when you beat me up."

Judy stiffened her resolve still more at this comment. When Judy had finished beating Karen up, the girl had lain curled up in a ball on the playground, blubbering like a baby. Half the school had seen that, and everyone had agreed she'd deserved it. Judy was absolutely not going to give Karen any satisfaction whatsoever. The lash blazed across Judy's belly again, and again she had to bite her lip to control her cry of pain. The thin lash had a series of bumps along its length where Karen had stripped off the leaves. The little bumps cut into Judy's skin painfully as the lash seared across her skin.

"I'm gonna make you, cry," Karen vowed, striking at Judy again. There was a nasty glitter in her eyes. "I'm gonna make you bawl like a little bitty baby, just like the little baby you are." She struck at Judy again and again, harder and harder. Each stroke of the, lash burned like fire across Judy's belly, and still she fought down her tears. She looked down and saw that her, tummy was turning red from the slashing blows of the whip, but that the skin was unbroken.

"I bet those little titties of yours are real sensitive," Karen observed, pausing for breath. "I bet they're real sensitive."

Judy sucked in her breath, fighting tremors of anticipation. She knew just how tender those newly blossomed breasts were. The thought of Karen's cruel lash cutting across them was almost enough to make Judy cry. The first blow, when it came, was as bad as she had imagined it would be. It felt like fire on her nipples, turning them both into knots of unbelievable agony. Involuntary tears of pain sprang into Judy's eyes, and she blinked furiously to keep her vision clear and deny Karen the pleasure of seeing them. The lashing across her breasts triggered something else, something totally unexpected-there were the first faint flickering of fire in her groin with the blow. The next blow across her nipples was a little less painful than the first had been, her nipples numbed slightly from the impact of the first blow. Judy looked down at her proud little white mounds, now with two red streaks marring their ivory flawlessness. Her pink little nipples stood up hard and solid. The lash cut across them again, and they seemed to stiffen even more, bouncing back from the impact.

"Cry, damn you," Karen cursed, striking Judy again and again.

"Never," Judy said sharply, holding her head up proudly. The increasing pleasure in her loins made Judy look forward to each succeeding cut of the lash. Her breasts were on fire now, and each blow built the blaze a little higher, both in her breasts and in her crotch. Judy was surprised to find herself again approaching that plateau of pleasure she had never visited at all until today. It was beginning to seem like everything that happened led to that one, single, joyous result.

"Cry, damn it," Karen swore again. She was furious, striking at Judy insanely, the lash cutting Judy from her throat to her thighs. Karen struck at Judy in a frenzy, tears of rage and frustration glistening in her own eyes, then trickling down her cheeks as she struck at Judy again and again and again.

Judy leaned her head back against the tree, closed her eyes and let the tide of pleasure sweep over her, from her groin upward. She was Joan of Arc burning at the stake, she was Marie Antoinette at the guillotine. Judy was every heroine she had ever read about, every woman that had ever been sacrificed. Her climax broke over her like a tidal wave as Karen's blows lost both strength and coordination. Karen was weeping with fury, slashing at Judy deliriously, frustrated by Judy's silent acceptance of the whipping.

Finally, Karen's blows slowed and stopped. Judy opened her eyes and looked at the black-haired girl. Somehow Judy managed to hide a smile of pleasure at Karen's misery. The girl stood in front of Judy, the whip hanging forgotten in one hand.

"I'll get you anyway," Karen snarled, turning away, trying to conceal her tears. Bending down, she gathered up Judy's clothes and tucked them under her arm. Without another word, she climbed out of the hollow, stumbling on the rough ground because of the tears blurring her vision.

Holding her head high, Judy watched Karen leave. The sight of her clothes disappearing with Karen made Judy want to cry out, to beg for them, but her pride wouldn't let her give Karen that satisfaction. It was exactly what Karen wanted, and it was exactly what she would not get.

Slowly, silence returned to the clearing as Karen's uneven footsteps receded in the distance. There was no whistling this time, only the crashing through the dry leaves.

Her tormentor out of sight, Judy slumped down against the tree and burst into tears. Her orgasm was gone, leaving her feeling empty and forlorn again. All the orgasms Judy had had were lacking something, something that left Judy feeling worse than ever when they were over. Her crotch had a need for something more, and after watching Polly and Jake, Judy knew what it was.

Judy's chest and stomach were an angry red from the beating she had received.

She felt as if she had a severe sunburn. For a long time, all she could do was fight down her tears and try to withstand the agony of the lashing. Every breath seemed to stretch her abused skin painfully.

Fighting to get control of herself, Judy wondered what more could possibly happen to her. Now, not only was she stark naked and tied to a tree, but her clothes had been taken. When she did get loose, she faced a trek of a mile or more back to her own home. Taking a deep breath, Judy resumed her struggle against the ropes. The sweat pouring down her arms eased the friction of the tight loop over her band. Because her hands were forcefully separated by the bulk of the tree, Judy could only pull fiercely against the rope, making it cut into her skin, instead of being able to push the loop over her hand with her fingers.

A painful fraction of an inch at a time the loop slipped down her hand. Every tiny bit of ground gained encouraged her to try harder and to pull more fiercely against the ropes. The loop of cord was now almost to her knuckles, grinding the bones of her hand together as she fought. The pain this created in her hand was only a minor addition to the agony already searing her shoulders, arms, back and legs. The muscles in her thighs were cramping up now from the strain, and her hip joints were one solid ache.

Sweating and straining, Judy tried to ignore the pain as she wrestled the loop of rope over, her knuckles. She thought she could hear the bones in, her band groaning as they were ground together by the tight loop. Then it was over her knuckles and, was pressing her fingers together. Judy heaved a sigh of relief that almost burst her ribs. The worst was past.

Wriggling her fingers, Judy worked the loop of rope slowly off. It wasn't the only loop around that hand and wrist, but as it slid down her fingers, there was more and more slack. This meant that, on this wrist at least, Judy did not have to wrestle with a knot.

Judy found it hard to keep from cheering herself when she at last managed to flick her fingers free of that particular loop of rope. A quick tug on her wrist made the loosened bindings burn across her flesh, but it gave her more slack to work with on the remaining loops. Judy had to fight to steady her breath and take her time. Her muscles were quivering with exhaustion and excitement as she eased the next loop down over her hand. This time it was simple. It was loose enough that it didn't press her bones together, or threaten to crush them. It slid down her fingers quickly and she flipped it off.

From here on, that hand was simple. The last two loops came off as one, sliding down over her hand and dropping away. The sudden release of the pull against Judy's left arm made her lose her balance and swing wildly. Her right arm and both feet were still secured, and Judy went straight down on her face into the leaves, her right arm pulled painfully back by the rope still around it. She barely managed to break her fall with her left hand. For a long time she lay panting in a heap at the base of the tree, her legs still straddling the trunk, her right arm pulled back and upward behind her. The relief at just being able to change her position was exquisite. Judy's aches now came from muscles released from torment.

As she lay on the ground, the squirrel that had earlier explored her body came hopping across the clearing, his feet crashing through the dry leaves. A few feet from Judy he stopped and sat up, eyeing her curiously. Judy sensed that she was being watched and opened one eye. From where she lay, one cheek pressed to the welcome, solid earth, the squirrel looked like a giant.

"Hi," Judy greeted him, her disposition greatly improved by her changed position.

At the sound of her voice, the squirrel jumped, turned and scampered away. Judy felt badly that she had scared him. Evidently he could sense her decreased helplessness and was not about to trust her.

Judy's right wrist was still secured by a length of rope that apparently ran down to her left ankle. Squirming awkwardly on the leaves, she curled her body around to reach her wrist. This time she had to pick at a tight granny knot.

After breaking two fingernails on it, she managed to get it loosened and untied. With a sigh of relief,' Judy dragged her right arm down and massaged her chafed wrist, rubbing circulation back into her hand. The fingers of both hands tingled painfully with the return of feeling.

Judy was lying on her face in the leaves now, the twigs scraping her thoroughly abused skin. But the joy of being unbent from the big tree made up for any discomfort she might have felt. The sunlight and air felt wonderful against her back after being pressed to the harsh bark of the tree for so long.

Twisting herself around, Judy managed to reach one of her ankles. Able to work on the knot with both hands, she quickly freed it, then turned to get to the other foot. It was only a second's work now to free herself from the last loops of rope. With a sigh of relief, Judy sat, knees pressed to her forehead and just relished the feeling of freedom she had. Trying to thoroughly appreciate just being released from the tree, she refused to contemplate the journey ahead of her. She knew that the woods would have a lot of traffic through them on a nice summer day. It made her think of a recurrent nightmare she had, of suddenly being naked, walking down a corridor at school, with everyone staring at her. Only this was no dream. She really was naked, and it was going to be a good trick to make it home without someone seeing her.

CHAPTER 7

The cool breezes across Judy's back dried the sweat when she at last uncoiled and looked around herself. Her eyes seemed to be focusing with unusual clarity, making all the colors and textures in the woods stand out brilliantly. An aching tiredness suffused her body, making it hard to get herself moving.

Getting to her knees, she looked around carefully, her ears cocked for any strange noises. The woods were reassuringly normal, filled with the calls of birds and the rustle of leaves in the wind. There was no indication that anyone was near.

Without much hope, Judy checked around the clearing to see if there was anything she could use to cover her naked body. Judy decided that if Adam and Eve really had dressed in fig leaves, those leaves were a lot bigger than any she saw around her. There was nothing. The boys had even taken the breechcloths with them when they had run away. The only thing she had was her shoes, which had somehow stayed on during everything.

Her heart pounding, Judy took a deep breath and started up out of the hollow.

She crept along like a timid animal, her ears cocked to any strange sound. Her feet rustled through the leaves, and she froze, thinking someone was nearby.

Reassured by the silence, she went on, trying to keep as quiet as possible. She thought that anyone near would surely hear her heart pounding. The breeze brushed over her skin, and she shivered in spite of the warmth of the sun trickling down through the leaves. By the time Judy reached the top edge of the hollow, her breath was burning her throat from nervousness, exhaustion and excitement. There was something erotically stimulating in this perilous, nude journey through the woods. Judy thought of how the Indians must have felt as they crept through the underbrush.

Behind the thick screen of brush at the top of the hollow, Judy paused and held her breath, listening carefully. A mockingbird was singing nearby, and a jay was screaming farther off, but aside from that the woods were quiet. The breeze seemed to be dying in the midday beat. Her heart in her throat, Judy left the shelter of the thick brush and scampered down the path. The speed of her passage made another breeze that dried the sweat on her body and made her nipples hum with excitement. It brushed through her few tiny wisps of pubic hair, making them stir and tickle. She ran, her bare limbs flashing in the sunlight, her newly burgeoning breasts jiggling on her chest. Her feet pounded through the leaves of the forest floor, her panic making her feet run harder and faster. All she could see was her home, a long ways away, and she had to get to it.

The path led downward, plunging toward the stream, and Judy darted along it like a terrified squirrel. Branches whipped at her face and body as she bounded down the hill, skipping gracefully over rocks and roots, dodging through the trees. As frightened as she was, Judy felt incredibly free without any clothes, the air brushing past her body, making her inhale deeply. She ran and ran, her feet flashing over the ground like a dancer's.

She was moving so rapidly, she almost went headlong into the stream when she reached the bottom of the hill. Braking frantically, Judy flung out one arm and caught the bole of a tree, swinging around it in a tight arc. Pausing for a few moments, she huddled behind the big mass and fought to catch her breath. She realized that home was still a long ways away, and that running might not be the best way to get there, after all.

Huddling behind the tree, she fought to control her panic, and think. If she ran, she would spend less time in the woods, and perhaps no one would see her.

But she would also make much more noise and attract a great deal more attention. On the other hand, if she was slower and more cautious, she would be in the woods much longer, but would make less noise and attract less attention.

As she debated with herself, she strained her ears for any noise that might indicate someone else was in the woods near her. There was a reassuring silence.

Finally, Judy decided that it was too far to run all the way home. Her heart pounding with excitement, she stepped out from behind the tree and moved along the path. As she walked along, she tried to figure out how the Indians moved so quietly through the woods. It seemed as if every one of her steps could be heard for miles in the green stillness. As hard as she tried, every step seemed either to crash into heaps of dry leaves or break a stick with a brittle, ringing crack.

The woods seemed alive, thrumming with vitality. The leaves seemed to reach out to touch her nakedness, brushing over her nipples, cutting against her thighs.

Judy felt incredibly alive as she walked cautiously along, her ears straining for any foreign sound. She felt as if her nerve ends reached out through the woods in an invisible network, seeking any threatening presence. Beside her, the stream gurgled and bubbled along in its bed, the water sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. Judy had no way of knowing exactly what time it was, but was sure it was still early afternoon. All of her incredible adventures had taken an amazingly short time.

A distant crashing coming toward Judy made her look around for a hiding place.

Slipping off the path, she took cover in a thick patch of underbrush and held her breath as the noise came closer. Through the underbrush, Judy could see two people strolling hand in hand along the path. She didn't recognize either of them.

She was about to give a sigh of relief when the two people, a man and a woman, stopped on the path right next to her hiding place. Judy held her breath as the couple paused inches from her. They turned to face each other, their bodies coming together in an embrace. From where she was, Judy could see only from their knees to their waists. The man wore casual slacks, while the woman was wearing a short, colorful skirt. For a moment there was a gap between the woman and the man; then her thighs opened slightly and captured one of his between them. The woman's pelvis worked against the man's. It was the same way Judy had worked her crotch against the limb of the tree earlier. The man dropped a hand to the woman's leg, pulling her skirt up and grasping the bare flesh high on the outside of her thigh.

In front of Judy's fascinated gaze, the woman turned, releasing the man's thigh. In response, he moved his hand to the inside of her thigh, then upward.

Judy was shocked to see that the woman wore no underpants. The man's hand slid smoothly up to the woman's bare crotch, pressing the dark-brown mass of pubic hair, one finger sliding out of sight upward.

"Oh, Charlie," the woman moaned, her pelvis shifting restlessly.

Judy was thinking that the couple was going to do it right there, in the middle of the path, when the woman pulled away. The man's finger slid into view, glistening with juices. Then the couple moved off. As they walked away, Judy saw the woman licking the juices off the man's finger, her eyes flashing mischievously in the dappled sunlight.

As she resumed her journey homeward, Judy let one corner of her mind dwell on what she had just seen. Thinking back over her experiences of the day, Judy felt a twitch of longing deep in her belly. In spite of all the assaults on her senses, Judy was still a virgin. And although she had felt that delicious, melting feeling buffing through her more times than she could count right off hand, she still felt a need for something in her hungry channel.

As she thought about it, Judy felt her nipples harden, becoming tight little knots on her chest. As she continued to pick her way homeward as quietly and cautiously as possible, she again became aware of her total nudity, and felt flickers of excitement stirring deep inside her. Her experiences had awakened all the latent sexuality in her twelve-year-old body. Judy felt every tiny current of air that caressed her bare skin, felt the patches of sunlight that moved over her flesh. The skin of her inner thighs brushed sensuously together, feeling silky and soft. Every touch of a branch, twig or leaf sent tremors of pleasure rippling through Judy, triggering little waves of goose bumps. Judy had never believed that a walk in the woods could be so exciting.

The stream gurgled happily, enticingly, beside the path. Judy found herself wanting to tempt fate, to dare someone to find her naked in the woods. Her insides fluttering with excitement, Judy knelt by the side of the stream and plunged her hands into the crystal-clear water. It felt like ice. She raised her arms, letting chill drops trickle down her bare arms and over her naked chest. Reaching into the water again, she cupped her hands and brought them up full of water and let it splash over her breasts. The icy shock made her gasp.

Inside she was afire with desire, but slowly, tormentingly, the desire faded.

Feeling a painful sense of loss, she stood and resumed her lonely walk homeward.

She was about to round a curve in the path when a sound alerted her to someone approaching. Desperately she looked for a hiding place. A pool in the stream caught Judy's eye and without a second thought she plunged in. The icy water made her gasp for breath, then she ducked under as someone came around the curve. She stayed under as long as she could, but finally, her lungs bursting, she had to surface and gulp for air.

"Well, well, what have we here?" a man asked, standing by the side of the pool.

"It looks like a bathing beauty."

"Hi," Judy said, carefully keeping the water at neck level. The pool wasn't very deep, forcing her to lie down on her belly.

"That looks too good to pass up," the man observed, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"The water's terribly cold," Judy said, trying desperately to discourage the man.

The man was already down to his underpants and stuck a toe in the water cautiously. "Not all that cold," he answered, stripping away his underpants and stepping into the water.

Judy gasped at the sight of the man's organ, stiffening slowly as he walked toward her. The water came barely to his knees. Judy was astonished at the rapid expansion of the man's big organ and backed away.

"Keep away from me," she cautioned him.

"I won't hurt you," the man assured her, not pausing in his steady pursuit of her.

"Let me alone," Judy warned him, searching for some escape.

"Don't worry, you'll like it, once you get used to it. It's like a cold swim, believe me."

"I'll scream," Judy warned him, twisting aside to avoid his reaching hands. He was waist deep in the pool now, his organ hidden by the water. Judy managed to keep her breasts under the surface of the water as she dodged him.

"There's no one to hear you," the man answered, following her. "And besides, if you go swimming in the nude, what do you expect to happen to you, anyway?"

"It's not like it looks, believe me," Judy said, trying to stay out of the man's reach. He was relentlessly backing her toward the bank, and the water became shallower and shallower, making it harder and harder for her to keep her body under the water. Finally, when there was no place else to go, Judy surged to her feet and began to run. The man's hand closed around her ankle and Judy went down on her face in the stream with a splash. She fought his relentless pull, kicking frantically against the bottom.

"I like a fighter," the man observed, battling to get control of Judy's other leg.

"Lemme go," Judy yelled, flailing out at him. Her foot collided solidly with something under the water and the man let out a wail of pain, releasing Judy abruptly. Without a backward glance, Judy erupted out of the water. Behind her the man was doubled up in agony, clutching himself. His clothes caught Judy's eye and she gathered them up, and without pausing, dashed off along the path, leaving the man calling out desperately behind her.

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.

Slipping through the thick brush, Judy fought off the vines and branches that tore at her bare skin. Finally, when she judged she was well clear, Judy got back on the path and began to run. At long last she caught sight of her back fence and heaved a sigh of relief. Now she could only hope that no one was home. Her mother had said she would be gone all day, but her father might be home, and Judy didn't want to have to explain her, lack of clothing. Peeking over the fence, Judy was relieved to see that the garage was empty and scrambled over the fence.

She was about to bolt into the house when she caught sight of her clothes, knotted into a tight ball, lying close to the edge of the pool. Evidently Karen had passed by and tossed them over the fence. Picking the bundle up, Judy went into the house. She was hot, sweaty, dirty and hungry. The cool shade of the house was a welcome relief after her total exposure. Sprinting upstairs to her room, Judy slammed the door behind her and collapsed on the bed with a tremendous wave of relief. As she lay there, she felt, deep in her belly, a twinge of need and desire. Her tender channel cried out for something to fill it, and nothing was available. Fighting the urge to jam her finger up in her pussy-knowing that her own hands could never answer her need-Judy crawled off the bed and looked in the mirror. The only traces of her ordeal were a coating of dust, a few scratches in odd places, and a faint sunburn on those areas not normally exposed to the sun. Feeling dirty and itchy, Judy decided she had to take a shower. How she would explain taking one without being ordered to, Judy didn't know, but somehow she would.

As she soaped down, the ball of desire in her tummy grew to a raging hunger.

The touch of her hands on her body increased the need she felt. Desperately, she tried to think of some sort of outlet for her desires. The idea of calling Johnny and meeting him flickered through her mind, then vanished when she realized that it was impossible. Even if she did meet him, he would not know what was needed. Judy wished she hadn't run from the man in the pool as the itch in her crotch grew and grew, dominating everything.

Then, as she shut the shower off, Judy had an idea that made her flush. Her feminine intuition told her it would work, and guided her as she dug down into the bottom drawer of her bureau. Her seeking fingers found last year's bikini, and she held it up, gauging its size and fit. It would be perfect. She slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror. It was several sizes too small in every dimension. Humming to herself, Judy skipped downstairs and made herself a peanut-butter sandwich. Strolling out to the pool, she sat down on one of the chaises and stretched out to wait for her father to get home.

CHAPTER 8

As she lay on the chaise, relishing the feeling of the sun seeping deep into her body, Judy let her mind roam back over the happenings of the day. She felt the little ball of desire deep in her belly and cherished the delicious sensation. The tight, too-small bra of her suit mashed her breasts down, making the soft flesh bulge out over the top of the small, flat cups. Her nipples were sensitive little knots of desire, so tender she could feel the weave of the fabric against them as her chest heaved slightly as she breathed.

Judy's mouth watered with desire as she chewed nervously on her lower lip. Her thighs, with a mind of their own, rubbed against each other, thrilling her with the silky, soft feel. The bottom of her suit was too small also, the waistband cutting into her flesh low on her hips. From behind she knew the top of the crack separating her buttocks could be seen, a suggestive cleavage, while in the front the top edge was far below her navel, just above her little pussy.

The delicate lines where her thighs joined her body were bared, pointing straight to the heart of Judy's pleasure. There, in that special place, the tight fabric of the suit pressed against her pussy. Spreading her thighs, Judy maneuvered a fold of the material into her tender little slit. As the fold cut upward into her, Judy rubbed her thighs together again, rubbing the fold of doth through her slit, triggering a new flood of juices that dampened the cloth, making a dark stain she didn't need to see to know was there.

Thinking of what she was about to do, Judy felt her muscles knot with anticipation and fought down a tense, nervous shiver of excitement. The only thing in Judy's mind was a burning desire that she could neither deny nor control. There was no question in her mind that she would succeed. Her inborn feminine intuition told her that she, would succeed. The female animal in Judy made her confident of her power to get exactly what she wanted from her father.

She licked her lips in anticipation of what she had planned.

The sound of the front door slamming made Judy jerk nervously. Biting her lip, she fought the urge to get up from the lounge and go in to find her father.

"Hey, anybody home?" her father called inside the house.

"Out by the pool, Daddy. I'm waiting for you so we can go swimming. Hurry up and get your suit on." Judy was astonished that her voice was steady and sounded totally normal, since her throat was knotted with tension. She shivered again, making the chaise creak under her.

"I'll be out in a few minutes."

Judy heaved a sigh of relief. So far it was working just the way she wanted it to. She glanced down the length of her subtly curved body, pleased with its lean trimness and sensuous curves. The top of her suit barely covered her nipples, while the bottom left little to the imagination. Studying the effect carefully, Judy pointed her toes and bent one knee slightly. Then she fought to release her tense grip on the arms of the chaise and relax, to appear natural.

"Hi, how was your d-day?" her father asked, coming out by the pool.

"Just fine, Daddy," Judy answered, again astonished at the normality of her tone. She had not missed her father's slight stutter and smiled to herself.

Without looking at him, she could feel his eyes raking over her and flushed with pleasure. Then, her mouth watering, she turned to gaze at him with steady blue eyes, studying him boldly as he stood by her. He was tanned and lean and trim. He wore a neat, trim swimsuit, and under it was a noticeable, wonderful-looking swelling that grew as Judy watched it.

He tossed his towel on a nearby lounge and sat down, clearly fighting to be casual. His eyes were riveted to Judy's breasts. "You did something educational, I trust."

"Very educational, Daddy. Jimmy was back from his trip and he had some Indian stuff. He and Billy and I played cowboys and Indians," Judy answered. She stared at the bulge in her father's suit and her mouth watered.

"What did you learn?" her father asked, crossing his hands nervously over his erection. His eyes went to Judy's crotch, then he wrenched them back upward to her breasts.

"Do you really want to know?" Judy asked, sure that he would. He always wanted to know what she had learned.

"Of course." He shifted restlessly, obviously debating about stretching out on the lounge chair, then deciding against it because of the rise in his swimsuit.

Judy got up from her lounge with a tense, catlike grace. Her skin was tingling with excitement, and she fought to control the little tremors in her muscles.

"Stand up, Daddy, and I'll show you," she said, her voice husky.

Awkwardly, her father got up and stood self-consciously in front of his daughter. He started to hold his hands over the bulge in his crotch, then evidently decided this only drew more attention to his condition and dropped them to his sides.

Judy gauged her moves carefully, going slowly over to him, her body moving with sexy grace. She linked her hands behind his neck and looked up at him, the message in her eyes plain for him to read. Gently, but firmly, she pulled his head down and kissed him. It was a gentle, chaste, feathery kiss. Her lips were pursed and closed, the way she always kissed him. Then she let her lips soften and move against his. Keeping her body a fraction of an inch away from his, Judy let the tip of her tongue press his lips, pry them open, touch his teeth and taste his strong, masculine flavor. Then Judy let her body sag inward against his. She brushed him first with the peaks of her breasts, then her thighs touched the muscular, hairy columns of his legs, then her belly pressed his and she felt the hard mass of his penis pressing into her tummy. Then she pressed the full length of her body against his. She felt his arms stir and almost involuntarily go around her. Then his hands were on her back, pulling her against him. His mouth opened further and his tongue met hers. The kiss seemed to go on forever as they explored each other's mouths. Judy let her instincts take over and let her body writhe gently against his, let her thighs capture one of his between them, let her pelvis press against the muscles there.

Knowing the time was right, Judy gently broke the kiss and stepped back from her father. She looked up at him, and her eyes were very old and wise as she studied his face. His lips worked nervously.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked.

"Showing you what I learned," Judy replied, her voice soft. She reached up behind her neck and untied the bow. Her moves were sinuous and sexy as she guided the straps from around her neck. She didn't need to look to know that the top of her suit slid downward a fraction of an inch, the cups folding down from the top, baring more of the creamy mounds of her breasts.

"B-but it's not right," her father groaned, not moving. The mound at his groin was immense. His face had, a tortured look.

"Don't you want to know what I learned?" Judy asked in the same soft voice.

Almost absent-mindedly she ran her hand over one of her breasts and massaged it gently, making the cup of her top slip ever lower.

"Yes." Her father's answer was a tortured groan.

"Then watch," Judy said softly and reached behind her. She fumbled with the hook of the bra, then got it loose. She held it in place, then let it gradually slip free. Her breasts pushed forward, returning to their usual conical shape.

The little bits of cloth clung to the tips of the mounds, then slipped lower.

Judy let her bra drop away, then massaged her breasts gently with her fingertips. Her nipples were already hard, pink buds capping the snowy mounds.

Her father's eyes were riveted on Judy's tits, and Judy felt hot with desire as she massaged her breasts. Her palms burned over her nipples as she cupped the mounds. Then she shifted her hands, letting her little nipples peek out from between her fingers. She pinched the little buds between her fingers, tugged at them gently, made them harden even more.

"Touch me," she ordered her father, releasing her breasts and stepping close to him. "Touch my breasts. Feel how soft they are, how warm they are."

Judy's father was sweating as he reached for her breasts with his big, strong hands. He cupped the soft masses, and the skin of his hands felt hot and rough on her nipples. She held her shoulders back and looked up at him boldly as his fingers measured the extent of her development.

Then, while he still was taking the measure of her breasts, Judy reached for the string tie of his suit. The flat, hard muscles of his stomach jerked at the first touch of her fingers. She teased the string out and unfastened the bow knot. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband of the suit, she stretched it loose around the sides, then worked it down over his hips an inch at a time.

Her fingers sensed the presence of his jockstrap, and she tantalized herself by leaving it in place and removing just the suit.

She eased the suit down over his massive erection and down to his thighs. From there, the suit dropped free, down to his ankles. His jock strap was shoved outward by his erect organ. A line of black hair led down from his navel, pointing unerringly at the monster pole inside his supporter.

His black pubic hair showed around the straining cup of the strap. His hips were flat, strong, and the muscles of his belly were sculptured curves under his skin.

Battling tremors of excitement, Judy reached for his last garment and slipped her thumbs under the elastic waistband. Then slowly, hesitantly, torturing herself, she pulled the jockstrap down, lifting it out over the head of her father's erect organ. She bared him, pushing the strap downward. Then it, too, joined his suit around his ankles. Biting her lip in excitement, Judy took his cock with both hands, holding the rock-hard shaft of flesh in gentle, exciting fingers. Her father's hands were still on Judy's breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples into peaks of fiery pleasure.

"Strip me," Judy ordered her father. His hands left her breasts and reached for the bottom half of her suit. Judy turned sideways as his fingers slipped under the top edge of the suit in front and in back. Judy's stomach muscles jerked at his touch, making her gasp. She was aflame with desire as she felt her father's hot fingers slipping down inside the fabric of the suit, pressing down over her pussy, driving her insane. Judy's knees threatened to buckle under her as he drew the minimal garment down over, her curving hips, baring her sex. The suit clung tightly to her thighs, and her father bent to get it lower. Then it slipped free and dropped around Judy's ankles. Casually, she kicked it into the pool.

Leading her father by his hard organ, Judy guided him to a towel stretched out on the deck and sank down, pulling him after her. His arms went around her, pressing their naked bodies together. His skin felt slick and hot against her, while the bristly hair on his chest burned against her sensitive breasts. His hands roamed over Judy's bare body, tracing the newly developing curves, sending waves of goose bumps rippling over her flesh.

His hand approached Judy's hips, and she rolled away from him to give him access to her newly awakened sex. His fingers stroked her, then one slipped into her channel, triggering waves of juices and making her gasp. Her thighs dropped open, and her pelvis shifted restlessly as he probed her virgin channel.

As she lay half on her back, her father's finger drilling up into her vagina, Judy let wave after wave of pleasure roar through her. Of all the times she had felt this delicious feeling this day, now, she knew, was the real time. This time there would be no stopping, this time that aching emptiness in her cunt would be filled. She wrapped her fingers around the hot, hard mass that would fill her, and loved it with her hand. She measured it and felt a twinge of fear at its size as well as a surge of anticipation. Her father's naked body was warm and hard and loving next to Judy as she fondled his masculinity.

Her own sex was soaking, slick and ready. Her hips rolled restlessly on the towel, while her breasts felt hot and tender. Rolling on her back, Judy spread her thighs wide, bending her knees, opening herself totally to her father. She felt him hesitate, and sensed his reluctance. She looked at his tortured face, her own features twisted in blatant animal need.

"Take me," she whispered. "Please. Take me now."

With a groan of surrender, her father moved over Judy, settling between her thighs. His big, hard, ready staff found its way to Judy's fresh cunt, and she lifted her hips, pushing herself against the curving head of the big shaft. She clutched at his strong buttocks, pulling him toward her. He came into her gently, pressing against her thin barrier, then tearing it open with a quick shove of his hips. Judy fought the searing pain, her fingers tearing into the muscles of her father's back, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip as he tore away the last shreds of her virginity. Then, slowly, he stretched her vagina open, gradually pistoning his bulk into her. Judy's pain was mingled with incredible, fulfilling pleasure as he slowly worked his way deeper and deeper into her pussy.

"Oh, yessss," Judy hissed in her father's ear as he inched the bulk of his cock into her cunt, "Oh, God, it's so good."

Flinging her arms wide, Judy clutched fistfuls of towel in her hands. She lay as if crucified by the spike in her belly, her head rolling from side to side, wordless cries of pleasure torn from her with every drive of her father's hips.

His breath puffed in hot gasps in her ear as he lay on her, his heavy body pressing her against the concrete deck of the pool.

He was to his full depth in her now, his pubic bone grinding her clitoris into a juicy pulp of pure pleasure, his cock filling her vagina. He rolled his hips, twisting and rolling her clitoris between their bones, working his prick around in her channel like a mixing spoon. Animal instincts took over entirely, moving Judy's hips in a wild frenzy of twisting and rolling, making the muscular wall of her vagina squeeze down on the hot mass filling it. She roared higher and higher as her father pistoned his cock in and out of her, faster and harder.

The impact of their bodies rang in the back yard, echoing back from the high fence.

Judy's father seemed to go totally wild, his hips churning his staff in her with powerful, twisting drives, and Judy roared to an even higher climax.

Dimly, she felt him ram into her one last time, felt his shaft swell and pulse, then her channel was scalded by shot after shot of his thick, hot come, sending her upward to a final, cymbal-clashing climax that wrung a long, wailing cry from her.

Judy came around with the sun burning through her closed eyelids and her father's weight crushing the wind from her lungs. His prick was a withered mass, still trapped in her vagina, her legs twined around his hips to prevent his withdrawal. He panted harshly in Judy's ear.

With a groan, he rolled over. Judy clung to his shoulders and hips with her body, letting him roll her to her side. She smothered him with kisses, then nuzzled her head in against his shoulder. Tears of joy trickled from under her eyelids, and she scrubbed her face against the hair of his chest, to wipe them away.

Then, without a word, Judy squirmed free of her father, stood up and dived cleanly into the pool. The cool water rushed past her naked body, washing away the last, clinging remnants of her childhood along with the sweat, juices and trace of blood from her shattered virginity. Every muscle in Judy's body felt relaxed and soft and wonderful as she drifted through the water with the momentum of her dive. She felt fulfilled and loved and incredibly, alive.

Rushing fingers of water flickered over her bare skin, seeking out hidden crannies, making Judy aware of every inch of her body.

Surfacing, she floated on her back, letting the sun seep deep into her bones.

Her breasts, belly and thighs were on the surface of the water, absorbing the warming rays. In her crotch, chill currents of water cooled her heated pussy, washing away the last of the sting other defloration.

Judy's father went slowly down the steps at the shallow end of the pool, pushed off and drifted toward her. Hearing his approach, Judy rolled over and faced him. Without a word, they reached out and touched hands, gripping each other, then floated together in the center of the pool. Neither spoke, except with their eyes.

For long minutes they drifted, fingers interlaced, face to face, feet trailing behind them in the water, kicking gently to maintain their positions.

"When's Mom getting home?" Judy asked at last, fearful that the interlude with her father would end too soon.

"Late," he answered, understanding.

Judy felt a surge of relief. "Love me, Daddy." It was a request, not a question.

Swinging his arms out to the sides, he drew his daughter in toward him. Their lips met and again she tasted his warm, masculine flavor as their tongues dueled. Judy's nipples hardened as they kissed as they floated in the center of the pool. She let her feet sink slowly, and felt him doing the same. Before she actually touched his body with hers, she sensed the warmth of his skin through the cool water. Then they were again together, their legs twining, linking them together. His organ slowly rose between Judy's thighs, and she, spread them and captured the swelling mass of flesh. It felt burning hot against the inside of her thighs as it wedged itself between them, growing longer and thicker by the minute.

Their heads went under the surface as they clung to each other. Her father's body felt terribly hot in comparison with the cool of the water. With a jolt, his feet hit bottom. Judy clung to him as he kicked off toward the shallow end of the pool. Locking her arms around him, she let her legs trail loose as he paddled both of them toward the shallow end.

They bumped up against the steps and he lay on his back, his shoulders braced on the top step. His prick was again hard and ready. Judy floated over him, her hands on his shoulders. As he lay there, quiet, she carefully guided herself so that his cock nestled at the gates of her cunt. Then, slowly, she worked herself down on that delicious, hard, hot mass. She felt it displace the cool water inside the lips of her cunt, felt it slowly slip into her vagina, passing the last tatters of her hymen with a slight stinging. Wriggling like a fish, her thighs spread wide around her father's, Judy worked her vagina down over his ready organ. The pleasure of the 'solid mass slowly stretching her channel wider and wider made Judy moan softly. She took his cock, inch by inch, until at last it was all in there. Every wonderful millimeter of his cock was in her guts, and Judy gasped with pleasure, her fingers tearing into the powerful muscles of his shoulders.

He seemed content to rest against the steps, letting her do all the moving.

Judy backed off, feeling chill water slip past his cock into her cunt, then pushed down, feeling the water, now warm, squeeze out around, the piston of his organ. The currents between them rippled around Judy's sensitive organs, adding still more to her pleasure. She pumped again, sending more currents of body-heated water surging from her pussy to bathe' her clitoris. Shifting her pelvis to change the angle at which he entered her, Judy pumped some more, adding to her joy. She carefully read the expression on her father's face as she took his organ into her again and again. The water of the pool slapped against the gutter around the rim, adding a wild counter rhythm to her motion.

Her father's eyes were closed, his face suffused with pleasure as her tight vagina hugged his big rod.

Abandoning herself to her own growing pleasure, Judy let her pumping speed up, scrubbing her pelvis around to add to her pleasure. Faster and faster she moved, beginning to pant with the effort and the pleasure. The water boiled between their bodies from the speed of Judy's movements. She felt the first preliminary touches of her orgasm approaching and slowed her moves, holding back to prolong the pleasure. Her father's face was beaded with sweat, his eyes still closed, as she prolonged the delicious agony. She speeded up again and let her pleasure rise still higher.

Pacing herself, driving herself nearly wild by holding back, Judy drove herself carefully higher and higher. By holding back, she found she could reach greater and greater levels of pleasure. She sensed a change in her father and speeded her moves. Quickly now she drove herself to a screaming climax. As her body convulsed with the orgasm, she felt her father's cock swelling, then spurting in her vagina. With the last shreds of her self-control, Judy clamped the muscles of her vagina tightly around his spurting prick. Then the world whirled around her and she abandoned herself to the overwhelming pleasures of her own orgasm.

As she gradually returned to reality, Judy felt her father lifting her off him, felt the hot, shrunken mass of his prick be replaced by cool water, then snuggled in his warm, protecting arms.

Feeling loved and fulfilled, she let him cuddle her for a long time. The sun was a reddish ball low in the west when she finally pushed gently away from him and easily swam the length of the pool. Totally unashamed of her nudity, she climbed gracefully out and stretched out on the deck to catch the last lingering rays of the sun. She heard her father splash out of the water, but remained as she was for a long time. When she got up, he stretched out on the lounge, a drink in his hand as he studied her.

A cool breeze made Judy shiver, and goose bumps rippled over her naked body.

She scrambled lithely to her feet and went toward the house. As she passed her father, she bent down and gave him a tender kiss. "Love you, Daddy."

"Love you, Judy," her father said softly.

Judy ducked into the house and headed upstairs to dress. Somehow she knew that what had happened with her father would never happen again. It was over and done with. It had been right and proper. But he knew, and she knew, that it would never happen again.

CHAPTER 9

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.

"Hey, whatcha doin'?" someone asked. Judy's eyes snapped open. "How come you guys are naked?"

"Hi, Johnny," Jimmy answered. "Just playin' cowboys and Indians."

"Oh, kid games," the fourteen-year-old said.

"Hi, Johnny," Judy said, suppressing an excited giggle.

"Hi, Judy. Uh, Judy?!" Her boy friend was plainly astonished. "What're you doing?"

"I'm the captive," she answered. "If you want to stay and way, you can. But you have to take off your clothes."

"You're crazy!" Johnny exclaimed, his eyes feasting on Judy's helpless, naked body. "Someone'll catch us."

"No they won't," Jimmy answered. "My parents won't be home all day."

"Come on, Johnny, take off your clothes," Judy urged, her heart beating fast.

She wondered what Johnny looked like naked. He was taller and darker than Jimmy and Billy, and older, too.

"Well, I dunno," he hesitated.

"You chicken or something?" Jimmy challenged him.

"Of course not," Johnny answered quickly.

"Then take off your clothes," Judy urged.

"Okay, I will," Johnny, answered. His hands shook visibly as he stripped in front of them. In seconds he was down to his jockey shorts His penis was a huge pole pushing them out.

"All the way, Johnny," Judy urged from flat on her back. She looked up eagerly as be awkwardly took off his last covering. His body was lean and muscular, tanned to a golden brown. And his organ made Judy's mouth water with desire. It was tall and proud and hard, its base hidden in a curling mass of jet-black pubic hair. His balls were tucked up under his body with excitement.

"N-now what?" Johnny asked nervously, his hands moving restlessly, as if he wasn't sure what to do with them.

"Whatever you want," Judy answered, closing her eyes against the glare of the sun. "I'm helpless. You could even feel me all over if you want."

"Yeah," Jimmy breathed. "Like we did yesterday."

"What happened yesterday?" Johnny asked, but he was ignored.

Judy felt hands on her breasts, massaging them, pinching her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

"Feel her breasts, man, they're cool," Jimmy urged.

Then there was a third pair of hands on Judy, and she glanced up. Jimmy and Billy were on one side of her, Jimmy feeling her breast, while Billy sat back on his heels and watched, his prick an erect shaft tilting upward from his lap at a crazy angle. On her other side, Johnny was kneeling, with one hand squeezing Judy's breast, his other on her flat stomach.

"You can feel me down lower, if you want to, John," Judy informed him quietly, her eyes on his face.

Taking her cue, his free hand slid down over her belly into the space between her widely spread thighs. His finger slipped unerringly between the lips of her cunt, setting her instantly aflame. She closed her eyes and gasped as John's finger slid smoothly up into her vagina, triggering a rush of excited juices.

Lying flat on her back, Judy relished the attention the three boys were giving her naked body. Her breasts felt swollen and abused from the hands squeezing them, pinching her nipples. Inside she was a seething mass of desire. Down in her, crotch John's finger was sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy, driving her wild with desire. Judy's legs jerked and twitched against the ropes as her muscles writhed involuntarily. Her hips rolled on the ground as Johnny drove her mad with his finger. Curious, Judy looked over at Billy to see what he was doing. The youngest boy was kneeling next to her, with one hand wrapped around his erect prick, massaging it gently.

"I know a better thing to do than that, Billy," Judy said quietly, making him jerk with surprise.

"What?" the three boys asked together.

"You know, don't you, Johnny?" Judy said, looking at him.

"I th-think so. You want me to put it in you, right?"

"Right."

"What are you talking about?" Jimmy asked, puzzled.

"She wants me to fuck her," Johnny explained.

"Fuck me, Johnny, please?" Judy begged, her body aflame with desire. "Show them how to fuck me."

Awkwardly, self-consciously, Johnny moved over to kneel between Judy's spread legs. "You sure you want me to fuck you?" He seemed unbelieving, as if he were in a dream.

"Fuck me, Johnny," Judy begged, the words sounding strange from someone so young. "Put your thing in me and fuck me."

"I d-don't know where to put it," Johnny stuttered, embarrassed.

"I'll tell you," Judy answered. "Lie down on top of me and put it between my legs." She welcomed the pressure of John's hard, hot body on hers. She felt the tip of his prick against her. "A little higher," she directed him. "There, that's it." She moved her pelvis a little to one side and felt the probing tip of John's cock slip into her well-lubricated channel. "Now, push it in."

Johnny moved, and his cock slid smoothly into her belly, wrenching a cry from both him and Judy as it drove upward in one smooth stroke.

"Oh, God, yessss," Judy hissed, throwing her head back with joy as she felt it slide up into her cunt. Johnny's instincts took over and be pistoned his organ in and out of her smoothly, driving her wild with pleasure. Then, too soon for her, his cock jerked in her and she felt his hard, hot shots of sperm ricocheting off the insides of her vagina. She jammed her hips up to send herself higher, but it was too late. Johnny's cock began to shrink rapidly and he pulled back.

"Jimmy, hurry," Judy begged in a choked voice.

"Me?" Jimmy asked, cocking a thumb at his naked chest.

"Hurry," Judy begged. Her insides were boiling with unsatisfied desire.

"Aaahhh," she cried as she felt Jimmy drive his cock up into her cunt. The unhesitating thrust set off rockets of pleasure in her, making her writhe and bounce on the grass. "Aaahh, do me, do me, do me," she chanted with every thrust. Her climax roared closer, then she felt the young boy shooting his load of sperm into her and she almost wept with frustration as her own climax still hung just out of reach.

This time she didn't have to beg. Billy was thrown between her thighs by Johnny, his cock guided into her cunt, and once again Judy's aching canal was filled with hot meat. Billy clutched at her, body desperately, pounding his prick in and out of her frantically, as if he were terrified of what he was doing. And this time it was all, Judy needed. Her climax blasted over her with a screaming rush that left her dazed and delirious with pleasure. She was hardly aware of Billy's immature, twitching climax. But then he was gone. And then someone else was there. Judy didn't care who was in her. All she cared about was that lovely, pounding, driving thing in her guts. She didn't even open her eyes to see if it was Johnny or Jimmy ramming his organ into her. All she cared about was her continuing orgasm. Her muscles strained and writhed and jerked and twisted against her, bonds, making her body thrash on the ground like a fish out of water. She felt whoever it was blast another load of semen into her vagina, and her own orgasm soared to an almost unbearable peak. Then, whoever it was, was gone, leaving Judy lying on the ground, her muscles exhausted, aching and tired, her body filled and fulfilled. Exhausted, she could only lie there helplessly, the morning sun burning on her sweating skin.

She panted desperately for breath.

At last she opened her eyes and gazed around her curiously. The three boys were sprawled on the grass, their cocks limp, glistening with juices.

Inside the house the telephone was ringing. Awkwardly, Jimmy scrambled to his feet and half staggered to an extension on the back porch.

Judy tensed as she heard her mother's name mentioned while Jimmy talked. Then he looked at her. Judy giggled weakly when she heard Jimmy say, "I'm sorry, but she's kind of tied up right now. Can I have her call you back?" There was a pause. "Okay, I'll tell her."

Jimmy hung up the phone and walked over to where Judy was spread eagled on the ground. "Your Mom says to tell you she's gonna be out all day again."

"Thanks," Judy answered, struggling against the ropes.

"Hey, guys, why not untie her?" Johnny suggested, sitting up at last. "Who needs her tied up like that?"

Jimmy looked at Judy suspiciously. "You gonna run away if we untie you?"

"Why should I run away? I'm having as much fun as you are," Judy retorted.

"Besides, I can show you some stuff you never even thought of."

"Aw, I bet you can't," Johnny snorted as Judy's limbs were freed.

"Oh yeah? Dare me?" Judy taunted him.

"I dare you," Johnny answered boldly.

"Okay, come here, Billy," Judy ordered the youngest boy. He went to where she knelt on the ground, then started to back away when she reached for him. "I'm not gonna hurt you," Judy assured him, reaching for his thighs.

"You sure?" Billy was nervous and unsure of himself. His little prick hung limp over his balls as he faced her.

"Positive," Judy answered, drawing him closer. His limp organ was right in front of her face. With gentle fingers she picked it up, then licked it with her tongue. The response was astonishing, the little tool leaping erect abruptly.

"Wow," Billy sighed softly as Judy took his organ in her mouth and sucked it briskly to life. Her tongue stroked the underside of it, and his legs trembled with the intensity of the sensations she was triggering.

"Lemme try that," Jimmy said, shouldering his way past Billy.

Judy was happy to comply, her insides churning with excitement as she sucked his prick to new life. The shafts tasted subtly different, but both had one overriding flavor that Judy knew was her own juices. The knowledge excited her even more. After getting Jimmy fully erect, she backed off and looked over at Johnny. "You want it, too?" she asked, her chin glistening in the sun with the mingled juices and saliva.

"Yeah, I guess so," Johnny said, stepping over.

Judy surveyed his larger, more mature organ, her mouth watering. Picking it up gingerly, she held its head up and studied its slitted tip carefully. Then she licked the underside. It jerked and swelled immediately. Still holding it in her fingers, she licked it a few more times. She felt Jimmy's and Billy's eyes on her as she brought Johnny's organ to life.

"Man, this is too much," Johnny groaned, his hands tangling in Judy's hair.

"Mmmm," Judy hummed happily around the swelling mass of flesh as she took it into her watering mouth. Her own crotch was afire with desire as she sucked at the big rod. It tasted hot and sweet as she sucked at it harder and harder.

"Careful, I'm gonna come," Johnny cautioned her.

"Mmmm," Judy hummed again, sucking even harder on the big cock. The thought of him shooting his semen into her mouth made Judy feel excited and dirty and lusty all at the same time. His warning only encouraged her to suck on the erect shaft even harder. Her tongue washed over the underside and she jammed it toward the back of her mouth, fighting the urge to gag. With her fingers she fondled Johnny's balls gently, teasing them, then ran her fingers up behind them. Johnny's entire body jerked when she touched him up behind his balls. She touched him there again, then probed gently at the dimple, knowing what it was.

Johnny let out a soft moan of pleasure. Sucking desperately at Johnny's cock, Judy pried one finger into his bottom hole and was rewarded by a wrenching twist in her hair as his fists tightened with passion. She could sense the nearness of his coming and sucked even harder on, him, twisting her finger in his asshole at the same time. She felt his balls draw up against her chin, felt his muscles tightening, and braced herself for the torrent she knew was coming.

Her sensitive tongue could even trace the progress of the first hesitant spurts down his cock. Then he came, spouting jet after jet of come into Judy's throat, making her swallow desperately to get it down.

The pulsing and squeezing and sucking of her tongue and throat as she swallowed the come only seemed to send him higher, increasing the violence of his spurtings. His asshole spasmed around her finger as his come filled her mouth and poured down her throat and oozed out around her sucking lips. In her belly, Judy felt a climax burning deep down inside, just out of reach but tantalizingly close. With a sobbing cry, she at last pulled her mouth away from Johnny's dripping cock and pulled her finger from his bottom. She rolled the last drops of his semen around in her mouth and swallowed them.

Her insides screaming for relief, Judy tumbled on the grass, flopping on her back, spreading her legs desperately. Someone crashed down on top of her, and then, once again, a hot welcome bulk was jamming its way into her vagina, filling her and sending her soaring to a climax. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, Judy concentrated on savoring the sheer, unadulterated joy of her orgasm as someone shoved his organ deep into her anxious belly. He pumped and pounded, then came, adding still another load of semen to Judy's body as she thrashed on the grass, helpless in the grip of her own tremendous climax.

She roused when whoever it was in her cunt shrank and withdrew. Opening her eyes, she looked around her, a new idea burning in her guts. Billy was rolled over on his back, his glistening cock shrunk back to its normal size, while Johnny was collapsed in a chair, fighting for breath after the blow job she had given him.

"What about me?" Jimmy asked, his cock still hard and ready.

"I got an idea," Judy said, her insides burning with unholy lust. "Put it in my butt."

"What?"

Judy rolled to her hands and knees. "I said, put it in my butt."

"You're crazy!"

"Come on, Jimmy, try it," Judy pleaded, her body aching with desire. "What's the matter, you chicken?"

"No, I ain't chicken," Jimmy snapped, nettled.

"Then put it in my butt," Judy demanded again, looking back over her shoulder.

Hesitantly, Jimmy knelt behind her and studied the situation. Her asshole was a small, wrinkled hole between her buttocks. Aiming his prick at it, he eased toward her. The first contact of his organ with her bottom sent an unbelievable jolt of pleasure through Judy. She remembered how Mrs. Thornton had looked with the strange man's big cock boring deep into her bottom, and the memory made Judy feel even hotter. Slowly she felt Jimmy push his hard tool at her, felt her ass being wedged open. The friction of his cock against her tender tissues made her cry out and pull away. "Stop a minute."

"I told you you were crazy," Jimmy snapped. "Lemme take you the regular way."

"Uh uh," Judy answered, shaking her head. She saw some suntan oil nearby and grabbed the bottle. Squeezing a gob into her palm, she turned and greased Jimmy's rod up with it, making it swell even more. Then she reached back and greased up her hole and buttocks with the oily cream.

"Now try it," she ordered, getting back on her hands and knees.

Obediently, Jimmy came up behind her and his prick bored into her bottom again.

This time there was no friction, and Judy felt the ring of muscle stretching open to encompass the bulbous head of Jimmy's organ. The pain of the stretching was mingled with a pleasure that drove Judy wild. Fighting to open herself to Jimmy, she welcomed every gain his steady shoving attained. She felt full, bursting and wonderful as he forced his rod up into her bottom a fraction of an inch at a time. Then at last he was in her, driving steadily forward until his hips met her buttocks. Judy felt stuffed with his organ, and her lust boiled like a volcano. She tipped her head back, her mouth open as she savored the feeling. Something brushed her lips and she opened her eyes and found herself looking at Johnny's stomach as he knelt before her. His cock was at her mouth, and she took it in. While Jimmy pumped his cock in and out her rear, Judy sucked at Johnny's cock, bringing new life to the big organ. Judy felt like a total animal as she brought Johnny's organ to life. Then it was a solid bar, and Judy had another wild idea.

"Lie down on your back," she ordered Johnny. Puzzled, but willing, he obeyed.

Awkwardly, slowly, Judy managed to straddle Johnny's legs and crawl forward, forcing Jimmy to struggle along behind her in order to keep his cock buried in her ass. At last she was straddling Johnny's erect organ. With a sigh, she lowered herself on it, aimed it into her vagina and worked it up into her belly. It pressed against the bulk of Jimmy's cock filling her ass, squeezing the thin barrier of tissue between the two channels. Judy felt totally stuffed with cock, sandwiched between the two boys. For a few minutes the three of them lay still, frying to figure out what they had done.

"What about me?" Billy suddenly asked plaintively, catching Judy's somewhat distracted attention.

"C'mere, Billy," Judy answered, beckoning him over. Somehow she managed to arrange the tangle of bodies so she was able to take Billy's little tool in her mouth and suck it to renewed life. Then she felt Johnny moving, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt. Seconds later, Jimmy began to move again, pistoning his cock in her ass. Judy went insane with pleasure, sucking desperately on Billy's cock as the two boys rammed their organs in and out of their nests. Judy felt as if she was being torn wide open by the pricks in her.

Billy's tool was poking at the back of her throat so hard, while Jimmy was driving his up her butt so far she wondered if they were going to meet somewhere deep in her body. Then she didn't care, her coming tearing all thoughts from her, leaving her adrift in a sea of pleasure. Dimly, she felt the two boys in her cunt and ass speeding their moves, then coming simultaneously, pumping her two channels full of sperm. Billy's organ began to twitch, and Judy was barely conscious enough to gulp down his semen as it sprayed the back of her throat. She felt totally awash in come as the three boys pumped her full of their juices Her own unending orgasm felt like white-hot lava in her veins, until at last she fainted.

She awoke to the sun beating down on her back. Dazed, she gazed around at the three boys sprawled on the grass around her, pleased and astonished at what had been done to her. Her cunt and bottom ached, and her mouth tasted of come, and she felt fulfilled and used and abused and wonderful all at once. With a sigh she collapsed back on the grass and stared up into the deep-blue sky. She felt much too old to ever play cowboys and Indians again.

Content

Duncan Fox
Daddy_s darling daughter

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9