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.