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Umstead Encounter
by
PlanetDweller
(mg, teen boy/young girl, first time, mutual masturbation, oral,
no penetration)
Copyright (C) 2001, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
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The air smelled heavy of ozone as the storm front bullied its
way over the forest canopy. A single raindrop hit my cheek, then
another. As a crack of lightning split the sound barrier and a
rolling of thunder bellowed forth from it, an almost
mouse-squeaky cry came from a distant echo far but near
"help!...anyone, Help!....HELP!".
Raindrops began pissing on my face with increasing coverage. I
picked up my pace of walking to near-running a little, though
being hopelessly lost my internal compass normally reliable and
the woods of Umstead State Park being mapped in my mind from
walking them since childhood suddenly useless there was no
telling where or what or whom I was running to, only that a
now-more-clear voice of a small child was calling out to anyone
"...HELP!!!!".
Treetops melded into a greying to blackening sky as my ears
radared to the voice so pitifully crying out. Grabbing my
backpacker's poncho out of my daypack, my borrowed 35mm camera
was quickly covered inside a couple of extra garbage bags brought
along just for this purpose as my body was equally quickly
covered by the dank green darkness of my poncho.
"Of all days..." I couldn't help but think to myself "...I
had to pick this one to try to get photos for my Photography
Merit Badge, supposedly a crip merit badge if there ever was one,
just so I could get my Life Scout ranking before my fourteenth
birthday and almost insure my Eagle Scout designation in a couple
of years...and with a borrowed expensive 35mm camera that would
take me months to pay for if it got damaged by the rain..." my
thoughts pinging inside my brain as my legs pinged up and down a
couple of ridgelines following the now slightly fading cry for
help.
First the bike was noticed near the bottom of a steep ravine
just down the hill from where I stood. A modified child-size BMX
bike was wrapped so completely around the trunk of an not-too-old
six-inch-diameter or so water oak tree that it would have taken
two or three grown men let alone me one teenage boy to pry it
loose from its embrace of the living wood. Half-running
half-stumbling down the embankment another faint cry was heard.
"Hello...Hell-lll-ooo!!!...is anyone there?!?....help!"
"Helooooo!..." I yelled back "....I'm here, I'm coming!"
"Hurry please, help me!"
Twenty or thirty feet below the wrecked bike hugging the tree at
the very bottom of the ravine was a little girl of about eight or
nine clutching her ankle in obvious pain. The rain slowed for a
moment as the skies got darker and what was left of the afternoon
sun dropped even further behind the horizon below the clouds
making the still booming thunder even more ominous.
"Hi..." I chirped as I approached her "...I'm Billy..."
"Hi Billy..."I'm Julie....can you help me?...I'm lost, and I
think my ankle's broke..."
"Let me take a look...I do have my First Aid merit badge..."
pointing to it on my Scout jacket.
She seemed grateful as I quickly looked in her eyes to see if
she might be shocky, then scanned her over to see if she might be
injured otherwise. Except for a deep scratch on her right forearm
the only injury apparent was her left ankle which sported a deep
black angry looking bruise.
Touching it just a little she screamed "...OWWW!!!...Billy, that
hurts!"
"Sorry Julie, but I gotta see if it's broke or not..." Gently
pulling on her foot, she screamed a blooyhellmurder scream that
hurts my ears just inches away and overwhelmed the sound a nearby
lightning crack and thunderboomer as the rain picked up once
more. "Yep, I think it's broke, Julie...I gotta get you out of
this rain, here, take my poncho".
Sacrificing my body to possible hypothermia as the wind now
gustled down the sides of the ravine and the rain felt increasing
colder I helped her to her feet, she standing stork-like on one
leg as my pack was dropped and my poncho enshrouded her.
"Thanks...you're nice..." she coughed through her pain.
"We need to find shelter...and build a fire...can you walk any
at all?"
"I think so, if you help me..."
"...I noticed an outcropping up near the top of the hill where a
big boulder was sticking out of the side of the ravine...we could
use it as a windbreak and build a fire there...can you make it?"
"Can you carry me on your back?"
"I can try."
Knelling down she limped atop my back wrapping her legs around
my waist and hugging my neck as I arose too quickly almost
falling backwards before regaining my balance. Cutting a nearby
small tree down with my short machete to use as a walking stick I
slowly inched my way back up the slope towards the giant old
quartz boulder noticed on the way down. Once there we both
noticed that boulder had hidden a slight secret, a shallow
mini-cave just four or five feet deep and three or four feet high
into the hillside one side of the boulder forming the right side
of the "cave". Critters of some sort, probably a small bear or
similar, had obviously used it recently judging by the smell of
fresh shit of some sort inside but the main thing was that they
won't in there right then so we could use it. Bending down a
little in front of it I motioned for her to go on inside.
"You're not going to leave me, are you!" she exclaimed.
"No, Julie, don't worry, I just need to try find us some stuff
for a fire before the rain wets everything, I'll be right here,
just get your hinny inside the hollow for now, I'll stay in
eyesight of you, promise."
Borrowing my poncho back but giving her my emergency Scout
"Rescue Blanket", a large piece of fabricized tinfoil yes but in
an emergency like this a near-sure-cure to prevent deadly
hypothermia, she wrapped it around herself as a shudder of
shivers wracked her body for a moment. I peered in her eyes once
more which seemed to irritate her more than comfort her.
"I'm okay, Billy, okay?...please just build us a fire, please!"
Within moments an ugly but effective fire was warming us both
inside our little earthern hutch as the rain really started
pelting heavy just outside, drops splattering off the ground with
enough speed to splash back in on us sometimes.
"What happened to you, Julie?...what are you, what were you
doing out here?...how did't happen?"
"I was riding my new BMX bike with my parents on the bike trail
when our dog Fluffy started chasing sometime and my parents speed
ahead of me to try to keep from losing him and then I came to a
fork in the trail and took the wrong one and then I though I
heard them on a trail below me so I tried to shortcut through the
woods and wrecked my bike and wrecked my new bike and..." her
thoughts drifting away as her gaze shifted away from me and down
and sideways towards the fire in front of us at the entrance to
our protective cuddy.
"I'm sure you're parents are worried sick, Julie...they've
probably made it to a ranger's station by now and they've got
rescue crews looking like crazy for you..."
"...I hope, Billy, I hope..."
"...I'm sure they do...they'll find us soon...Umstead Park's not
that big and we're not that far off from a couple of trails...we
just need to stay put and they'll find us...promise..."
"...promise?..."
"...Promise!"
I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me, the rescue
blanket crinkling up chirpingly between us. Her breathing became
deeper and more regular. Our breaths soon matched in each other
in harmony as the flames from the fire eased downward towards the
forming bed of coals between us. In the distant a hoot owl
whooped his welcome to the fallen dusk which now engulfed the
arbor bastion around us, the rainclouds above us being pushed to
the east by the chilled late spring wind now billowing even unto
our protective enclave.
"The searchers will have an easier time finding us if I get a
signal fire going...the rain's stopped just enough...I'll be
right back."
Damp logs fueled by fresh redhot coals coughed up a dense smoke
mushroom cloud to the heavens which I knew could probably be seen
by low-flying airplanes or helicopters even during the night.
Easing back to the back of the cave and close to my newfound
friend the fire in front of our minicave gave focal perspective
to the smokepot fire a few feet further away out atop the damp
forest floor. The frame was set and not to be missed. Digging out
the 35mm from inside the protective garbage bag coverings no
longer needed, a few frames of the fire-on-fire we taken along
with another couple of Julie, which both amused her and gently
pissed her off.
"Billy, stop that!..." she bounced only half-jokingly.
"Okay...how's the ankle?..."
"...it hurts worse, it's beginning to ache, bad..."
"...want me to rub it?..."
"...NO!...but will you get close to me under the blanket?...I'm
getting colder..."
"...sure..."
The space blanket warmed us a little as we huddled together
underneath it but the reality was even with all our bodyheat
being trapped by it that our damp clothes were just soaking our
mutual heat and putting us at risk of going hyopthermic.
"Julie, our clothes are just too wet, we'll never get warm like
this, we're going to have to take our clothes off and let them
dry by the fire and then we'll put them back on and be
okay...until they dry, we need to hug each other close under the
blanket to stay warm..."
"You mean nekkid?...together?..." she replied with a less than
naively innocent look in her eyes.
"...yes, naked, together, next to each other, under the
blanket...either that or we might get too cold and be in
danger..."
She gazed at me for just a second suspiciously but shivering
shed her clothes as quickly as I was also doing, propping them up
on sticks as best we could near the fire. Under the silver and
orange covering of the aluminum fabric space blanket we gently
embraced, my arms pulling her close to me, her legs intertwining
with mine.
"Thank you, Billy, you're nice..."
"You're nice too, Julie, you're nice too...now sleep..."
"...my ankle's hurtin' too bad to sleep..."
"...I know..then just rest, just rest..."
Our cocoon of NASA technology saving our warmth as the cold wind
from behind the cold front that had pushed the storm on through
whistled whirlingly around us inside our earthen uterine hollow
our breathing once again matched each other's as we held each
other closer. Then, God help me it couldn't be help, my Beavis
raised itself against her body.
"What's that?..." she whispered feeling my engorging manhood
pressing against her leg.
"That?...oh...that's my...that's my cock, Julie..."
"...why is getting bigger?...."
I didn't know what to say. In all my years of jacking off to
Playboys and Penthouses and Hustlers I never had the thought of
having sex, actual real live sex with anyone other than a real
live centerfold adult woman ever crossed my mind. Even the
cuntboppers my age who let me fool around with them some but
never get passed third base didn't interest near as much as a
grown woman with nice large titties. Yet the reality of the
moment couldn't be denied. Julie, perfect little eight or nine
year old titless flat as a pancake hairless cunny Julie was naked
beside me under our blanket and my horns were a'risin'.
"...it's getting bigger because I'm excited...because you're
naked and I'm naked and we're huggin' together and it wants to
fuck your pussy..."
"...my, my pussy?..."
"...that..." I prompted as my right hand found and caressed her
tiny slit. Her expression went blank for a moment as my finger
diddled her middle.
"...you want to put your..."
"...my cock, Julie..."
"...your cock inside me...there?!?...it's too big!..."
"...I know...and you're too young, too..."
"...no I'm not!..."
"...yes, you are...that, and even if you weren't, your cunny's
still too small for my cock to fit inside it..."
"...can I see your cock better, Billy?..."
"...sure..."
Easing out from underneath the blanket I knelt before her and
stroked myself hard. Julie's eyes never broke gaze for a second.
"Suck it Julie..."
"Suck it?...no way!...why would you want me to do that?..."
"...because it feels good...tell you what...let me suck you,
your cunny, and then if you like it you can suck me..."
"...well...okay.." her expression changing as her eyes widened.
Making as much of a bed as I could from my daypack and the space
blanket I gently pushed her back towards the slopping rear of the
small cave and spread her legs wide before muffdiving headon
between her parting legs. Licking and licking for ten then
fifteen then twenty minutes and more she seemed to enjoy it,
bucking a little but not a whole lot only once in a while forcing
her tasteless except a slight salty I assumed minuscule urine
flavored cunt into my face.
"Are you enjoying this, Julie?.." I finally asked.
"Yeah, Billy, it's okay, but you say you wanna me to suck your
thing?..."
"...yeah..."
"...okay..."
Switching places she propped herself atop my outstretched legs
and began her oralling of me. The glowing light from our fire
arm's reach away outlined and highlighted the perfectly smooth
skin of her perfectly perfect young face as she strained a little
to open up wide enough to take my shaft all the way as my hands
lovingly held her cheeks between them and urged her to let me
cock go as deep inside her mouth as she could take. Then without
warning, not more than five minutes after she began, I came...and
came...and came, Julie gagging for a moment before easing up
almost hitting her head on the shallow roof on our cavehome.
"What was that?
"That was my come...my semen...what makes a baby when it's
squirted inside a woman..."
"...oh....THAT..." her voice trailing off with apparent
knowingly non-innocence as she tried to resume her sucking off of
my now deflating cock "...why did't go down, Billy?.."
"...because once a man comes, his cock goes down..."
"...forever?!!!?..."
"...no, not forever, silly..." I replied as I playfully tapped
her on the shoulder as she still straddled my outstretched legs
"...only for a while, until he can recover enough to get it back
up, usually an hour or so maybe less, then it can get back up and
he can come again..."
"...neat!..."
Reaching for her to pull her closer to me to kiss her I moved
her wrong and was rewarded with a screaming shout "...hey, Billy,
that hurt!...be careful!..." as she rolled to the ground grasping
her ankle and mumbling at me not to do it again. Getting her to
come back under the blanket with me I just held her close and
told her I was sorry for accidentally hurting her ankle, told her
over and over again.
"It's okay..."
"No, it's not okay...I a-m sorry, Julie, I'm sorry..." the
bright of the fire now had faded to the glow of dying coals.
"...I need to go get some more firewood, the fire's dying..." as
a large animal cracked some branches underpaw not too far from us
outside our cave.
"Don't leave me, Billy, don't leave me..." she implored.
"Okay, I won't, I won't, promise..."
Under the blanket my finger again found her tiny clit and slit.
It wasn't going to be denied this time. Forcing it in to the
second knuckle she gasped a little while looking directly into my
eyes and rising to meet my finger, her hand now grasping my
rising cock. Poking her loosening cunttunnel for all it was worth
tearing her hymen in the process her smallish little girl hands
grabbed my cock and squeezed and pumped it for all she could
muster our rhythm of poke and stroke in perfect timing. She
leaned even closer to me as her mouth met mine in a kiss as our
bodies melded together the flux of my come squirting between her
yin and my yang as our youthful exuberance smithed a new flesh
alloy of discovered passions and desire. Pulling my hand away for
a moment no virginal blood was scented or seen through the
twilight of the cave, only the scent of young womanhood found, so
my hand burrowed its way back under our lifegiving covering and
rested once again atop the happiest place it had ever found.
Light naps came to both of us before a gagging whiff of dank
smoke hit our nostrils at the same time, what was left of the
coals now dying to grey embers.
"Gotta do the fire, Julie.."
"Billy, don't worry about it..."
"Let me check our clothes...the fire's out now anyway...maybe
they're dry by now..."
She tried to playfully pull me back to her as I scooted the few
feet to the front of the cave to check on our homemade sticks and
wicks clothesdryer. Yep, they were dry, dammitall. Stoking the
ashes and blowing them hearth'd enough flickering light from what
unburned wood was left inside the logring fireplace to where we
could see to put on our clothes correctly, scooting back under
the blanket afterwards to cuddle once more before drifting off
the sleep.
Not sure when we feel asleep I was damn sure when we next awoke.
4AM in the frigging morning! The sounds of large humans cracking
damp twigs undeneath feet and yells of
"Julie!...Julie!!!...Julie!!!" from assorted different voices of
men and woman told me that her parents had indeed found the
ranger's station and that a search party had been organized and
yes we both had been found safe and alive, her broken ankle
aside. I scrambled out of our earthen hollow shelter and called
back to them "...we're here!....we're HERE!!!..", what looked
like a small platoon of rescuers with flashlights atop hats and
in hands all running towards us.
"Mom!...Mom, Dad, Mom!!!.." Julie cried as she tried to limp
towards her onrushing parents, she leaning against me for support
as she one-legged-hopped as best we could towards them.
"At least..." I silently thought to myself "...we had gotten
dressed before they found us...that would have been some mess
otherwise..."
I didn't know what to do next. I hadn't even asked Julie's last
name or where she lived. I definitely wanted to see her again.
But what could I do?
"Thank you..." an older man said speaking to me "...thank you
for saving my little girl..." he being obviously Julie's dad,
what I had done to protect us from the now-passed storm being
evident..."....if there's anything I can ever do..."
"Well..." I said, thinking as quickly as I could "... if you
wouldn't mind, would you please tell my Scoutmaster about how I
found your little girl, errrrr, Julie, and saved her from the
storm and cold after she broke her ankle?..."
"....certainly...sure, uuuhhhh...."
"...Billy, Billy Davidson..."
"...sure, Billy, I'd be happy to...here, write down your name
and address and phone number and I'll call you later this
week...here's my business card if you need to contact me..."
"...thank you..."
"...you just call later and tell me what you want to tell your
Scoutmaster and I'll be happy to make sure you get the
recognition you deserve...you're a brave young man, Billy..."
"...thank you again, mister,...."
"Jim Holder...and her mom there is Rebeccca...Rebecca and Jim
Holder...we live off of Maynard Road near East Cary Middle
Elementary where Julie goes to school at..."
"...can I come over and see Julie sometime after she gets back
home from the hospital and see how she's doing?..."
"...certainly, Billy, you'll always be welcome in our home as an
honored guest!..." he finished replying, my prayers nowanswered.
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