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.