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.