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Umstead Encounters (Mg, incest, cons)
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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
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
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.
hank 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 arisin.
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.<BR>
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 ca me 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 now answered.
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