Judith felt only terror as she listened to the words and saw the cruel light shining in her mother's eyes. What she'd heard had opened a new door to her, a door which led into a black, world which stretched out indefinitely ahead, all the way to the end of her life.
The screaming and the hard work and the beatings had been a way of life to Judith, but always there had been the vague thought that one day it would all end and she would go away somewhere to begin a life of her own. But that hope was gone, killed by the words her mother had spoken so easily, almost jokingly. The beatings were not punishment at all; they were just something for her mother's pleasure, things that would go on and on forever and ever amen.
Her mind raced as she watched the couple getting their clothes on. Sex meant nothing to her then, there was no room in her for excitement. Escape was the only thing that mattered. But what escape? To where? When? How? She didn't even have the bus fare to get into town.
The couple was dressed at last and walked toward the front stairs, but then they stopped. Ruth wanted another kiss and as Pete gave it to her, he reached to pull the back of her dress high so that he could play with her big ass through and around her panties. It seemed to go on forever, and then they broke their embrace and went downstairs.
Judith went down the stairs, too, running, not caring how much noise she made. She emerged in the kitchen and hurried out the door, through the yard and into the bushes. She was usually able to run long distances without tiring, but there was something different this time. She had trouble breathing and her heart kept pounding hard. She had to think of something, had to find some means of escape. She just had to.
Pausing to take one final look at the house, Judith silently told herself she was never going to see it again, then she turned and began running through the woods toward the road where the bus ran.
As she approached it, she realized again that she didn't have money for the fare. Leaning against a big maple tree, she tried to get her mind into order while her breathing gradually returned to normal.
Perhaps she could talk the bus driver into taking her to town, Judith reasoned, but what then? There was nothing for her to do there and before long, her mother or father would come looking for her and take her home. Beyond that, she didn't want to think. There had to be something else.
And then she recalled what Uncle Pete had said about how she should run away and lose herself in some big city. She thought, too, of how he had been looking right at her when he said it, as though talking to her rather than to her mother. At first, she didn't dare believe what she was thinking, but the thought kept burning in her mind until she was sure that Pete had indeed been giving her a message. If that was the case, her reasoning went on, then perhaps he would help her. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she became sure that was the case.
But it was too late? He had been getting ready to leave when she ran from the house. Had he already left? Should she have been waiting for him along the road? Excitement quickly turned to dread at the thought that he had given her a chance to escape and she had blown it.
Turning to her left, she looked down the dirt road which ran by her house. It was empty as far as she could see. She tried to will his car to appear, but knew that wouldn't work. Convinced, then, that he had already left and had taken her one chance for escape with him, she felt tears coming into her eyes.
Judith had seen people thumbing rides along the road to town, but that wasn't for her. The world out there was just too big and frightening for her, as her mother had told Pete. She couldn't face it alone. She fought for other ideas, but there weren't any.
The tears came a little more freely as Judith told herself that her mother was right, that she wasn't bright enough to get away from home and work and beatings. That being the case, she moved away from the tree and began walking down the dirt road toward home and the next beating. It would be a rough one, she knew, but she had taken other bad beatings and, after what she had heard her mother tell Uncle Pete, there would be many more, for the rest of her life, probably. She was surprised to feel a strange calm settling over her then as she began walking back to meet her painful fate. She told herself that the dream of escape had been a mistake. Life for her would go on as it always had.
Judith didn't see the dust cloud coming toward her on the narrow, dirt road. She didn't see the car either, not until it was slowing down to a stop just a few feet ahead.
"Aren't you walking in the wrong direction?" the man asked as he got out of the car, smiling broadly.
"Uncle Pete! I thought you were gone."
"I wouldn't leave without you, Judith," he told her, the warmth in his tone causing her to tremble deliciously.
"But… I mean, how did you know I'd be running away?"
"Your mother is wrong about a lot of things, darling, especially about you. You're a very bright young woman."
"What do you mean, Uncle Pete?"
"I knew you'd get the message I gave you in the attic. I figured you'd be waiting at the end of the road."
"I was, but then I decided you'd gone, so I was on my way back home."
"You don't really want to go back, do you, Judith?" he asked and moved a step closer.
"No, never."
Judith started to say something else, but the tears took over, and as her shoulders sagged, Pete caught her and held her in a more than comforting embrace, his arms strong, a hand gentle as it rubbed her head and the back of her neck while he waited for her crying to abate.
"Everything's going to be all right, Baby," he told her. "Do you want to talk now, or later?"
"Not now. Let's get out of here before she catches us."
"Get in the car then," Pete told her as he held the front door open for her. "As for her catching you, forget about it. I'm taking you a long way from here and she'll never find you. Your whole life has changed as of this moment."
Judith's knees felt terribly weak as she got into the car; he closed the door behind her, then hurried around to the other side and got behind the wheel. Looking down, Judith noticed that the hem of her dress had ridden high above her knees, and she saw a smile on her uncle's face as he looked at her bare thighs. She reached to pull the dress down.
"Uh-uh, don't touch that dress," he told her and smiled. "You have very beautiful legs and thighs. Don't be ashamed to show them, especially to me."
His hand moved toward her and he slowly raised the hem of her dress a little higher up her thighs. Judith saw excitement in his eyes and began to recall all the things she had watched him do with her mother. She sensed that before long, he would be doing the same things with her, sensed she would be naked and that he would be, too, that she would see and feel a cock, a big, long, hard cock with a big velvet head, would feel it in her hand and in her cunt as well.
"You're not afraid, are you, Judith?" Uncle Pete asked.
"Oh, no," she replied quickly, eagerly. "I know you'll teach me everything and I'll be good."
"Do you want to learn, dear?" he asked and his right hand rested easily on her left thigh, squeezing very gently so that tremors of excitement raced through her body, then settled in her crotch where she could feel her cunt tingling hotly.
"Yes. I don't know anything about sex. What you did in the attic was so exciting. I want to do it all with you. Do you want to take me in the woods and do it to me right now?"
"No, but thanks. We'll get well away from here and then we'll find a nice motel. We'll have a good meal and then I'm going to be in heaven while I undress you and see your naked body. I think it will be the most beautiful I've ever seen, and I'll be very gentle. It will be more exciting than anything you ye ever experienced. You'll love sex, darling."
"I know I will with you, Uncle Pete. Do you want me to pull my dress up higher so you can see more? I don't mind. I like the way you look at my legs. It makes me feel grown up – you know, like a woman."
"You are a woman now, Judith, a very beautiful woman," he told her and turned the key in the ignition. "Yes, pull your dress higher and show me more."
Her eyes shining with excitement, hands trembling, she raised her butt off the seat and jerked the hem of her dress high up her thighs so that she and he could see the crotch of her panties.
"How's that?" she asked proudly.
"Beautiful. More than beautiful. You don't seem afraid at all and that's beautiful, too."
"I'm not afraid of anything when I'm with you, Uncle Pete."
"That's as it should be, darling. I'll never hurt you. By the way, you must drop the word 'uncle'. When we book into the motel, I'm going to sign you in as my wife. Just call me Pete and get used to doing it."
"Your wife? Oh, uhh, I mean, Pete. That's so exciting! Imagine me being your wife. I just can't believe it. I'll try to be so good for you, even though I don't know about sex like, you know, her."
"Believe me, it's better this way. Teaching you is going to be pure joy. There's no hurry, we'll take our time and make it last and last. We'll make each minute more lovely than the one before, for both of us."
"Oh, yes, Pete. I'm already happier than I've ever been in my whole life. Let's get away from this place as fast as we can."
"Good thinking, darling. First, though, there's just one thing I want to do, just to tease myself a little. My cock is already hard, just thinking of all the things we're going to do, but I want to make it harder and feel it throb."
"Sure, what is it?" Judith asked eagerly.
"Move your knees wide apart. Now that I've seen the crotch of your panties, I want to have a little feel. I want to feel your tender little cunt through your panties. I'm sure it will feel soft and warm."
Judith hurriedly spread her knees apart, looked down at her wide-open crotch, then saw his hand moving slowly toward the target. It paused to feel a silken thigh, moved to the inside of it, then she heard him catch his breath as he put the hand very gently on the crotch of the clinging, white panties. As he pressed gently, they both sighed. The hand rubbed up and down as he felt the soft warmth of her cunt through the thin, fabric while she squirmed her ass on the seat.
"What a sweet, tasty cunt that's going to be, my angel," Pete told her.
"What do you mean, tasty?"
"A tender young cunt like yours deserves more than just a fucking, dear. I've never done this to your mother, but I plan on kissing and licking and sucking that sweet cunt when I get you naked. I'll keep sucking and licking until you can't come again. Only after that will I slip my cock up that tight little slit and show you what fucking is."
"Oh, Pete," she said, her voice quavering, "I feel like I'm going to faint."
"You're not going to faint," he told her as he took his hand out of her crotch and started the car. "What you feel is horny, and that's a beautiful thing for a young woman to feel when she's getting ready for her very first fuck. That should give you something to think about while we drive."
It did.