Chapter 2
Judy's Gone
"I once heard that people climb mountains just because they're there, and I didn't know what they were talking about until I found myself standing at the side of that road.
"It looked like a long curving strip of black licorice candy, and it wound its way through the fields and just kept on going, just as I'd wanted to do all my life. That's when I decided to follow that candy road, just to see where it went.
"Okay. So that's not the only reason. Maybe there was a little more to it than that. Maybe what was waiting on the other side of that road wasn't so good. Maybe the snaky black road reminded me of that snaky black whip that I'd be sure to get a taste of at home ...
"Some girls just kind of grow up and nothing much happens to them along the way. They get to be about eleven or twelve and they start to change and get some shape, and maybe they get a few pimples. And that's their biggest problem in life. Then they start dating and everything is fun and silly, and then they find some guy who turns them on and next thing you know they get married and start having babies. That's the way it happened with my sisters, anyway, though Marie did it the other way around, the marriage and baby part.
"Not me, though. Nothing ever went the simple way for me, Even though I was much younger, I could remember my sisters going through their teen years. They got bitchy and hair started growing where it never was before. Their flat little chests began to get pudgy and then take real shape, and in between the bouts of pimples they dated and laughed a lot and had fun. And if there were any complications no one ever knew about it. Even Marie's pregnancy wasn't such a big deal.
"By the time I got around to going through the hair and bump stage my mother was all played out at doing the girl-growing-up thing with me. More than that, she'd been getting into it with my stepfather, and her attention was in other places.
"My stepfather. He was another thing. He was the first, really, and everything that came after that had a little bit to do with him and what happened.
"I was just thirteen then, and I'd had one of those lousy days. Nothing had gone right and I had been chased home by this terrible chick who was two years older than me and hated me, just because I'm blonde and pretty and already I had a nicer figure than she'd ever have. I'd gotten ready for bed and I'd taken time after my bath to look myself over carefully in the big mirror in my ma's room. Naked, I mean. Just to see how I was coming along.
"Maybe I was a little in love with my body in those days. I was real cute, though, small and kind of busty for a kid, two little chunky mounds topped with honey colored tips that sort of went in until I played with them, and then they stuck out a little. I was slim and round and soft and pink, and I was still amazed to find all the flatness and boy-like straightness gone.
"I'd been alone in the house all evening. Ma and Tony had gone to a show in town, and I liked having the big farm house to myself. I was free to prance into their room naked, and sometimes I'd find a pretty gown of Ma's and try it on. I guess I. was so busy looking myself over I never noticed Tony in the doorway.
"He was good and drunk, and he was looking at me like I was the blue-plate special and he was starving to death. I guess I screamed, and then I went to grab for something to put over me. The towel was the closest, so I grabbed at that, but then he was there, on me, kissing me and holding me, and he tossed the towel to the floor.
"I was shocked out of my mind. Tony had been married to my mother since I was eight, and I didn't think of him in any way but as her husband. Now he was holding me down, moving me over to the bed, and he was drunk.
"Tony! Don't! Cut it out, you hear?" I said, pushing him away, or trying to, anyway. I was beet red from having him looking at me naked, and kissing me, but he wouldn't stop.
"Don't pull away, Judy, honey. Oow-wee! If you ain't the most adorable thing I ever did see!" His words were all slurred, but his boozy mouth found mine without any trouble, no matter how much I moved it away.
"If you don't stop I'm gonna tell Ma what you were doing, and she's going to kill you," I threatened.
"That set him to laughing so hard I thought he'd have to let me go. "That ma of your'n wouldn't even know what I was doing no more," he said, after he stopped cracking up. "She ain't given me no pussy for months. If her daughter don't make up for it I'm gonna kill her one of these days. Don't you go and threaten me like that, girl. You just be a good girl and Tony'll make you feel real good ..."
"As he talked he began to rub one hand all over my naked body. He covered one of my titties with his whole hand, and he squeezed it and rubbed it and stroked it in some kind of way so that mad as I was, and scared, and helpless, it began to feel so good. Then he reached lower and I almost died to feel his hand on my little cunt, stroking it and playing with the fuzz down there, and then trying to get inside me. I felt such mixed emotions that I began to cry. It was terrible, awful, the worst thing that ever happened to me, and yet his touching me like that got me to feeling so hot and excited I could hardly stand it.
"You like what old Tony's doing to you, don't you, girl? Huh, Judy, "fess up, now ... "
"His knowing only made the whole thing all the more humiliating. I stopped my shivering and crying because there was no point to the crying and I sure wasn't cold any more. His finger which was rubbing back and forth between my legs was moving more slickly now, and I knew juices were coming out of my own body to make it so slick. Pretty soon he was sticking that big old finger of his right up inside me!
"I swear I don't even know how it was happening, but I was stretched out on the bed-my own ma's bed-and he was on top of me, his mouth eating up one of my titties and his fly opened, and his big hard pecker sticking out, and I was wrapping my legs around his hips like some old whore! It wasn't until he started sliding that pole of his into me that I remembered we were doing something horrible, and I began beating at him and yelling my head off, and twisting this way and that!
"But all I was doing was giving him more fun, I think, 'cause he just kept pressing that dick against my tiny hole. I was no virgin in the physical sense. A bad fall had taken care of that when I was little. But I sure was a virgin as far as taking any dicks up there, and it hurt. Oh, Lord, did it hurt! I swear that thing of his was like a log being shoved up my little hole, and I thought I was going to die before he got it all the way in.
"But I didn't die. Worse, I didn't even find it so terrible once it was in all the way. He was so drunk that, well, he was only able to shove it in and out of me a few times before he screamed, grabbed my hips so hard I was black and blue for a week, and shot his big load inside me, though I didn't know what he was doing at the time. It was just getting to the point where it didn't hurt at all and I'd shut up so I could see how it did feel without distracting myself.
"Once he'd done his thing to me, he was off me in a second. He looked at me kind of dazed, like, and then he was gone, running out of the house as if he was on his way to a funeral. Or from one.
"I picked myself up. I was all messy and my cunt was leaking this clear stuff, and I was hurting now for real. I managed to get to the bathroom, and it wasn't until I was back in that bathtub did I begin to realize what had happened. The most awful thing was that there were parts of it that I'd kind of, well, liked.
"I never did tell my ma. I couldn't. But after that Tony got real mean to me. I finally figured out that somehow he blamed me for getting him all worked up that night. Me! And after that night he was always looking for some reason to dress me down or knock me around or whomp on me. He kept threatening me with the big whip he had hanging on the wall, and I knew he'd use it if he got mad enough.
"And now he had his reason. He'd know by now, and if I followed the black road the other way I'd have me a taste of that monster.
"What happened was that since that night I did a lot of thinking about my body and sex. And I began to fool around a little. You know, just experimenting. I'd find me some boy and we'd touch and play with each other, and nothing much would happen. Then I met old Steve, and the first time I started playing with him he shoved me down on a pile of hay and did the same thing to me Tony had done. Only Steve took his time and made it feel so nice, and after that we were just fucking each other every chance we got.
"Steve was smart, too. He was eighteen and he didn't mind that I was only fourteen. Almost fifteen by the time we were caught. Anyway, I hated the rubber things Steve was always putting on his dick first, so he got some of the pills his sister took for me. I had my own stash, but since I kept it hidden so well I wasn't worried about any one finding them. I should have been that careful about our fucking.
"It wouldn't have mattered so much if that rotten Hadley hadn't been the one to find us. He was a friend of Steve's brother Gregory, and Hadley was really crazy about Steve. I thought he was some kind of a queer, the way he always followed Steve around and looked up to him. He hung around Gregory just to be near Steve, and he hated me so bad he'd have liked to see me die. But we didn't know he was around the day we climbed into the barn over there.
"We were both so hot and eager, we just didn't think to see if anyone was around. We never got enough time alone, anyway, so we snuck into the barn, pulled down our jeans, and he got right on top of me on the hay. His pecker was hard and big, and he just rammed it right in there. We were really going to town when fat old Hadley came and looked over our shoulder.
"Steve didn't see him until I started yelling, and Hadley was up and gone by the time Steve got to his feet and managed to pull his pants back on. I wanted to go stop Hadley, knowing he would go tell Tony, sure as he was breathing air. But Steve kept insisting he wouldn't do that, and he kept insisting I let him finish screwing me. I didn't want to, but he kept insisting, standing there with his hot pecker sticking out. So I figured if I was going to get blasted with that mother whip, I might just as well get my pleasure out of it. He really threw a fuck that time, almost as if he knew it would be our last one for a while.
"That was when I noticed how inviting that road looked, after I left Steve and started home. I didn't have anywhere to go, and all I had on me was the eighteen dollars I'd gotten from Steve's ma for the eggs she'd sold. But home had a whip and Tony, and the road was pretty. Just then a truck came along, and before I had a chance to think about it, I'd stuck out my thumb, the truck had stopped, I got in and I was on my way!
"The driver was this real nice dude. He was a lot older, maybe forty, and he didn't try anything. He just swallowed my story that my ma was over at my aunt's house in Milldale and I was hitching over to see her since the chores were done. He was only going as far as Milldale, which is about twenty miles from my home, so that was a good story.
"Milldale is a little hick town and I could tell every eye in the place was on me, just waiting for my ma to place a runaway kid ad in the local paper so they could say they had seen me. I bought a donut and a bottle of orange pop at a little store, and then I walked along that friendly black candy road until I was a mile or so out of town. I dumped the soda bottle in a fire gutted outhouse in the middle of nowhere, and I wished I had another donut, but I didn't go back.
"That highway was my friend, and no sooner did I stick out my thumb than a fast-moving car screeched to a stop and asked me where I was going. I mumbled something, and the guy took it from there.
"Did you say Nashville? I aint goin' that far, but I'd give you a lift far as Edgemont."
"This guy was much younger, maybe twenty-five, and from the moment I got in that car I knew I'd be fighting him off.
"He was kind of cute, though, sort of like Steve only more city in his ways. He was wearing some striped pants that were real nice, and a pink shirt. Pink! Hadley wouldn't even dare wear a pink shirt, but you could tell he was no Hadley. He said his name was Bob, and he put his hand on my knee, then his arm around my shoulders. We hadn't gone three miles before he was stopping the car and trying to kiss me.
"I got him to lay off that stuff until we were pretty far out of town. "Listen," I warned him, "I'm running away and I'm only fourteen. If we don't make tracks and they find me with you, you are in trouble! So how about doing this later, huh?"
"He got the point fast, and he took off, but the part about being fourteen didn't seem to bother him one little bit. In fact, it seemed to suit him just fine.
"You really only fourteen?" He stared at my titties. "You kind of big for fourteen, ain't you? Never mind, I believe you. You sure are a sweet little girl. You sure ain't built like no kid. But young ones is nice. You sure are nice. I'm gonna treat you nice, honey. Listen, Judy, I'm gonna stop at some fine motel, and I'm gonna get one with a big swimmin' pool, and we are gonna swim and live it up. You ever stopped at a motel? One with a swimmin' pool and a room service thing where they bring you all the food you want without having to leave the room?"
"I nodded, and already I began to feel excited. Oh, I was no dope and I knew that he would want to do some screwing in return for all that, but it sure sounded good, the swimming part and the room service.
"You don't look that young and I could say you were my wife. No, maybe I better say you was my little sister. Yeah." And then he laughed, as if thinking what they would say when they found the sheets the next day. "We better wait til we get good and far away, though. Why don't you take a nap or something? I'll drive us far from this dump."
"I would have liked a nap. Anything to shut him up. Maybe I would like letting him fuck me later on, but he sure was dumb to listen to. I shook my head though, a little afraid to close my eyes around this guy. I reached out and flicked on the radio, and instantly music blared out too loud to talk over. I think he thought about turning it down so he could say some more, but he was too proud of the way I was impressed with the sound of his radio. It was a stereo and real nice, and I let him know I liked it. A new group was on, one I didn't know if I liked yet, and I wanted to hear.
"We drove fast in that car, slowing down only when we came to a town, and once stopped, Bob kept more or less quiet from then on. The road was kind of hypnotic anyway, the endless black ribbon leading to and from nowhere, and it made me start wondering where I might be going.
"I hadn't given that much thought, and I began to feel a little taste of panic. Where could I go? I had only thought to go, and now I didn't know the next step. My mind was just blank, and fear and confusion got the best of me. I'd go and fuck this Bob and feel better, but I sure had to have somewhere to run to.
"It was a little like being in a dream, and I was so caught up in my worries and all that I wasn't even aware of Bob's hand creeping up my leg.
"Marie! I thought of my sister Marie. She lived with her husband and baby in Nashville, and she was my favorite sister. I could maybe tell her about Tony, and maybe she'd let me stay with her. It was a place to go, anyway.
"With that off my mind I became aware of Bob and his hand. I started getting interested in all the fun I could have on my way to Nashville. And I also remembered something else. "I'm hungry," I complained, looking at his hand. "Could we stop and get something to eat? Then maybe we could start looking for that nice motel?" I had the feeling this was going to be a real nice trip."
The preceding case-that of Sharon, the middle-class runaway-provided a set of data on maladjustment among the relatively affluent. Defining this type of personality is fairly easy these days; vast numbers of relevant studies have been published in the last ten years.
One of these is the interesting Children Who Hate by F. Redl and D. Wineman, which provided a careful delineation of the techniques of the delinquent ego-most notably, they point out, an ego whose strength lies in its resistance to change.
Among these techniques are the strategy of evasion (no guilt), the search for delinquency support (enlisting other peers to shore up the delinquent value structure), and the mechanized warfare with change agents (fighting authority figures).
To be sure, there are elements of this in every "normal" adolescent. As Anna Freud said,
Adolescence is by its nature an interruption of peaceful growth, and the upholding of a steady equilibrium during the adolescent process is in itself abnormal.
Changing values in a culture are mediated by ever-new generations of adolescents devising differing values from their parents as they themselves mature. This momentum for necessary change has its psychological frictions in disturbed and disturbing adolescents, but not all that is disturbing is disturbed.
One may, as Anna Freud says above, expect the adolescent to behave in an inconsistent and unpredictable manner, and one may be concerned about the child who shows no alteration in behavior through adolescence. In the same paper she pointed out that it was not yet possible to predict from a knowledge of earlier life development what adolescent development will bring. There are simply too many new variables. The arena of life in which adolescence is played is much larger than the family. It introduces political, social and sexual problems of such immensity that they become differences in kind.
Judy-the present subject-has a totally different background: lower-middle-class (or working class, perhaps; she is not specific) genteel poverty. And her problem is precipitated by her mother's remarriage to her stepfather, whose pedophiliac tendencies are brought out by her rash and heedless behavior.
Pais and paidos are from the Greek and mean child. Philos, also Greek, means lover. Therefore, pedophile means lover of children. As such, the man who indulges in this deviant practice is easily one of the most vilified of offenders. The seducer of children is regarded as low indeed even in the hierarchy of prison life, and he is often ostracized even by fellow convicts whose own offenses would make his seem mild indeed to the objective eye.
It was not necessarily always so. As has been pointed out by one observer or another, the early Hindus and Chinese, among others, considered it essential for a very young girl to become betrothed and then married as soon as practicable and possible. This casual attitude toward childhood was shared by the early Hebrews, as Geoffrey May pointed out in his book Social Control of Sex Expression:
Among all the ancient Hebrew law as to sex expression there was no punishment provided for voluntary sexual relations between the unmarried. Fornication was not a crime ... If the girl were an adult-that is, over the age of twelve years and six months [our italics]-the man having intercourse with her not only was guilty of no crime; he was not even liable to her father for her bride-price.
One may be sure that our laws governing statutory rape-based on Judeo-Christian tradition though they may be-do not emanate from this source! However, later Jewish law did not continue in this vein, and what the Christians borrowed later was a result of what May describes as follows:
Because the Biblical law seemed inadequate to deal with the increasing tide of sexual immorality toward the beginning of the Christian era, [Jewish] reformers attempted in three ways to make the rules more inclusive: they sought to reinterpret the older statements to make them more restrictive of sexual conduct; they sought to impose new and stricter laws to meet specifically the new situations; or they sought to withdraw entirely from the seemingly hopeless environment and, secluded, to practice among themselves a more stern code of sexual morality.
By the time Christianity had reached a sort of decadence in Victorian England, the pendulum had swung to a curious point. The century preceding Victoria's accession had reached something of a peak in sheer bestial lust; as David Loth points out in The Erotic in Literature, by the eighteenth century in England the years at which a girl was regarded as choice ... had dropped even lower (than eleven), and part of the mania was delight in the child's pain ... Children described as coming hardly above a man's waist were pregnant; even more horrible was the practice of renting out a little girl to be deflowered three or four times, sewing her up after each operation to get her ready for the next.
As Loth indicates, the practices continued into Victoria's day-but in a peculiarly hypocritical fashion.
In every age there have been men ... who took an inordinate delight in deflowering young virgins ... But what one historian of sex habits called the "defloration mania" was an English phenomenon. Naturally enough, it happened during the greatest era of "hush and pretend" that had yet been known-the Victorian.
Judy's seduction-call it rape, however she comes to react to it-is hardly one of the gruesome affairs described above, yet it is an experience which will scar her young life. At the time of the interview, she shows few signs of being permanently harmed by it; but the experience is one she is going to have to live with for years to come.
"He fed me the best meal at this rib place just off the road. I really was hungry, and he was paying, and it was a long way to Nashville, so by the time we came out of the place I was so full I could hardly move. I didn't want any sex stuff then, being that full, so I asked Bob to please cut it out for a while. It was starting to get dark, and his high-powered car had been eating up the road so nice we were halfway out of the state.
"Bob started looking for a motel. He wanted to stop at a few, but they didn't have pools, and he had promised. Finally he found a perfect one, and we stopped.
"I sat looking at the pool while he went in to sign the register, and I started thinking about my room and my things, and it felt strange, not ever seeing them again. But that also meant not seeing Tony, and I didn't mind that at all. I didn't think about ma too much right then. I'd have time for that later on.
"I wanted to go swimming right away, but Bob didn't. It was warm out though, and I promised him we'd only stay an hour, so he gave in. I didn't have a suit or anything, so he first had to go find a store and buy me one. He was so impatient you'd have thought the swimming wasn't his idea in the first place. He had a suit in the car, and soon we were in the water. He was mad too because I wouldn't let him in our room while I changed. I knew if he stayed we'd never get to swim.
"All the time we were in the water he kept trying to catch me and feel me up. I let him a little, and his big old cock got to be so hard and stiff right in that water I thought he'd die of it. I teased him a while, and then, when I was good and cold, I let him talk me into going inside.
"He wanted to fuck me right away, but I told him I had to have some cake and milk first, and besides, he was the one who told me about room service and got me all fired up. I got the milk and cake. Chocolate layer, my favorite, but the milk was on the warm side.
"By the time I was finished Bob was fit to be tied. I sat on his lap while he kissed me and took off my clothing. It felt kind of nice, and he was being sweet, considering the big hard thing in his pants. Finally, when I was naked, he just went wild. He loved my little titties, and sucked each of them over and over. It felt real nice, especially when he sucked the tips into his mouth. But that was nothing compared to what he did next!
"He made me get on the bed, and then he got on his knees by the side of the bed. "I love that sweet young pussy," he moaned, and then he kissed it! But that wasn't all! Next he took his fingers and spread me open, and then he began to lick me inside there! It was the wildest thing that ever happened to me, and the feeling was so strong I didn't know if it was good or bad. Before long I knew though, and I was moaning and groaning and tugging on his longish hair, and I thought if he stopped his licking and sucking of my cunt I'd sure have to run right out of that room. But he kept it up until I kind of went all shocked all over, and I'd come twice before I knew what it was I'd done.
"Then Bob got up, and he threw off his clothing and that big purplish dick of his was so swollen it looked like he'd been in an accident. Well, he just threw me back on that bed and he got on top of me, and Lord, that little sucked-out cunt of mine never got a workout like that man gave me!
"He kept whispering things in my ear, like talking about how I was only a little girl and I had such a nice cunt, and how he had sucked on me, and how I had such cute little titties, stuff like that. And all the while he was throwing that dick into me, and when he came, man, he almost flooded the bed. He came so hard I thought the neighbors would be in. Some sister I was!
"He was real tired from the driving, and we fell right to sleep. I got up earlier than him in the morning, and as usual, I was hungry. I got dressed and left a note about being at the restaurant down the road.
"I ate a big breakfast, waiting for him to come join me, but he didn't show, until finally I couldn't just sit there any longer, and so I had to pay for my own meal. I walked slowly back to the room, enjoying the sunshine, and when I got back the room was locked and Bob's car was gone!
"It took me fifteen minutes to believe he'd really gone off and left me. I was feeling we were really close, you know? I mean, he had licked at my pussy and we had fucked real nice, and now he was gone. It wasn't too hard to figure out that as much as he loved my being just a kid last night, in the bright light of day he was thinking about my being a kid and fucking me a whole different way.
"For a little while I was kind of lost feeling, but then I remembered my nice, friendly waiting black ribbon road. I stopped at a candy store and got a dime's worth of licorice sticks because I'd wanted some since I first thought of taking that road, and I walked out of town and started hitching again.
"Things weren't so easy this time. Nothing but women came by, and they didn't want to stop for no girl. Or it would be men with wives and men with women and kids. They were different, and though most of them looked at me as if they would love to stop, I didn't see even one of them ask their wives if it was okay. They just kept on going.
"At last a VW bus pulled to a stop, and in it was a bunch of hippie guys. I was all excited inside, but I played it kind of cool, you know? One of them was smoking some weed, and he passed the cigarette to me just as if I was one of them. I watched how the others did it, and I took a puff, and I must have done it fine, because no one acted like I was just a kid playing grown-up.
"They were talking about music when I got in, and except for passing me the joint every time it came back to being my turn, they kind of didn't pay me no mind.
"There weren't any seats in the van, so I just sat down like the others, on the floor, and the stuff I'd smoked had made me feel kind of lightheaded and loose all over. I found myself right next to this guy Art. He was a fine looking guy, with long sideburns that got wide at the bottom, a big moustache, and long black hair. He had a little smile on his face all the time, and he was playing a concertina. He glanced over at me.
"You sure are a cute one. You get me horny, just looking at you, honey."
"I liked the cool way he said that. It made me feel so good and grown up, too. I gave him a big smile and told him he was kind of cute, too. We were kind of positioned off from the others by an overturned desk, but I don't know if that had anything to do with what he said next. "I'd sure go for some head now, honey. How about it? I'd sure like to get my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours."
"Now he didn't say that mean or ugly at all. I know it sounds strange, but he said it kind of sincerely and sweetly. In fact, he said it so nice I immediately wanted to do it to him. Only I'd never done it before, and I didn't even know how to start.
"He took care of all that. He unzipped his crazy purple and green pants and pulled his dick out. It wasn't too big and it was only a little hard, but it grew just in his hand. Then he motioned for me to get my head down there. I got comfortable on the floor after first glancing around to make sure the others didn't see what we were doing. They all had their backs turned to us, and were rolling and passing more dope around.
"I thought of what Bob had done to me the night before, and I began to run my tongue up and down over Art's nice prick. He seemed to like it, and I got the whole thing all wet with my tongue. Then I began to suck on the head. I don't think he liked that, or maybe he was just sensitive there, but he pushed my head all the way down on it, and I nearly passed out. It wasn't painful, that wasn't it, but it sure did crazy things to my windpipe. Finally I got it so I could lick and suck it without gagging, and Art just let me do whatever I wanted to it with my mouth. I'd never even thought of doing such a thing before, but I was liking it just fine. He was making little noises and bumping his hips up and back in my face, and I was getting a lot of pleasure out of giving him a good time. The funny thing, though, was that this guy had some magic way of making me feel good while I was doing it to him, though. All of a sudden I felt myself go all soft and weak and happy, and before I knew it his dick was sure feeling finer than ever, and I was trying to take it far enough in to do that gagging bit again.
"I guess it was back about then when I got aware that the other guys were noticing what we were doing. I heard one of them laugh, but friendly like. Another one called back to Art. "That's old Art-instant score man. Outasight, man, outa-sight!"
"I'm the dude who's so fuckin' hot I'm 'bout to bust my buttons, and Art's the bastard who gets it on! Come on, you mother, give the rest of us a chance."
"I started to pull away, but Art put his hand on the back of my head and I could tell he wanted me to go right on with what I was doing. Those other guys were so distracting it was hard, but I could tell that they were just having fun, kidding us, so I didn't feel bad or embarrassed or anything. My head still felt light and kind of airy, and my body felt hot and creamy, and when one of the other guys came up behind me and started feeling and rubbing my ass I couldn't help wriggling it a little.
"Oh, you are one fine little chick," the boy said, and I recognized his voice as the one they called Kenny. He began to run his hand up and down my crotch, and before too long he was fumbling with my clothing and I was feeling sweet warm air between my open thighs. Then the super soft knob of Kenny's prick was poking around at the entrance to my cunt, and I just kept right on sucking that one dick while my whole body was getting it set to feel another one. Boy, this running away stuff sure was fine! I was starting to hope the trip to Nashville took a long, long time!
"The rest of the guys just went wild when Kenny started fucking me from the back, that way. All of a sudden hands were everywhere, grabbing at my titties and playing with my white ass, and legs. I giggled around that cock I was still sucking, and then it shot off in my mouth, and I was choking on all that sweet goo. Art took it out of my mouth, and no sooner was my mouth free than the boy they called Hero filled it with his stubby little tool.
"Well, let me tell you, the rest of that ride was something! Somebody thought to close off the windows with the curtains, and the driver pulled over as soon as he found a turn-off, and those boys, they got me undressed quicker than you could think about it! They mostly just pushed off their pants, but Kenny and Art stripped right down, and did we have a time!
"Elgin was a short funny guy with the biggest whang I'd seen yet, and he tried to get it inside me. Well, he was so big he couldn't even do it! Not even when he spit on it. I was pretty wet up there by then, anyway, but he couldn't get even the whole head inside. So I tried to help him by sucking on that thing of his, but it was so thick I had trouble doing even that! Finally I ended up sucking on the head and licking on the shaft, and using my hand to work the skin up and down over the head I kept in my mouth. Man, when that Elgin came, he really shot off! I had to spit it out all over him.
"Three of them fucked me and I really liked it. I would have thought that it would hurt and maybe that I'd be like that queen who died from too much love, but all I felt was so good I could have died from happiness. Those guys accepted me like I was part of their grown-up group. No one asked me my age or anything.
"That wasn't all we did, either. I think I ate every dick there, and maybe Art twice. None of them said or did anything about doing that tongue work on me, which was too bad, but it was so good anyway, that I just didn't care.
"We finally got dressed, smoked some more dope, stopped at a McDonald's for hamburgers, and ate our heads off. Let me tell you, I was so hungry I couldn't stop eating. Those guys didn't have much money, though so I ended up paying for the stuff. It cost me over four dollars not counting the cigarettes I bought them, but I figured the ride alone would be worth it.
"But things got bad after that. A car full of cops started giving us funny looks as they drove next to us on the highway. Art started getting all paranoid and funny, and I opened my big mouth and had to go and mention that I had run away from home. When they heard how old I was they really got up tight, and the next thing I knew they were pulling off the road and letting me out, even though they were still going my way.
"Sorry, chick, but the Man is gonna come down on us hard if they find you with us," Kenny said.
"Besides, we're carrying all this dope, Judy, and that wouldn't do you no good if you're caught, either. So maybe we'll meet up in Nashville or some swinging town some other time."
"They coolly waved and one of them even threw me a joint and a left-over hamburger, and they were going down that licorice road again, burping clouds of smoke and raising clouds of dry dirt at my feet.
"I got a ride all the way to Nashville after that from some old dude who looked like some prissy school teacher. Only sure enough he wanted to have a little sex fun, but I was too worn out. So I faked falling asleep, and pretty soon I was asleep.
"It must have been an hour or so later I came back to life feeling his hand roaming all over me. He had his prick in his hand and he was pumping on it for all he was worth. Which, according to his old car, wasn't too much.
"Smarter now, I kept still and pretended I was sleeping. It seemed to me that every single time I had some fun with a guy it was downhill from there. I kept feeling good and then finding myself out on the fucking road, and I got to thinking that maybe afterwards these guys had enough, and weren't so interested in taking me with them. So I thought maybe if I didn't do anything, in fact pretended I didn't even know anything was going on, then maybe it would be a different story.
"The old guy just kept pounding on that thing of his, and he touched my little tits and rubbed my leg and before I knew it, he was shaking all over. Then he let go of me, wiped himself with something, and rested a minute or two. Then we were driving again, and there was my old friend that road, and off in the distance was the start of Nashville!
"I didn't have Marie's address, so I went right to a phone booth the minute I got out of that car. I thumbed through the directory, and before long I had the address. I thought about calling first, but then I got worried that between the time I called and the time I got there she might decide to call our ma. So I went to a gas station, got me a city map, and set out for Marie's house. I was a little afraid to hitch a ride in town.
"There were police around, and as I walked I got to thinking that it might be even more dangerous to be walking than riding. It would be terrible to get caught just when I was so close to being there. Just then a bunch of guys and girls drove along, and I quickly stuck out my thumb. They stopped and I got in.
"They were just out for a little fun, but much as I would have liked to go with them, I really felt I better get things settled with Marie. They were real nice, though, and they took me all the way to her address. Then they drove off and I waved, wishing I could have gone with them.
"It was a run-down wood frame house, and I knocked at the door before I found the buzzer. Then I rang a few minutes, but there was no answer. Disappointed but patient, I sat down on the steps and waited. Before too long an old lady walking by stopped and asked if she could help me.
"I told her I was waiting for my sister Marie, and she told me I'd have one long wait. It turned out Marie and her husband and child had moved from Nashville the month before. They went somewhere up north to see about some good job Larry was offered, and once she said that I remembered that Marie had written, telling us about the move!
"Well, there was nothing much for me to do then but go home. It kind of got me down, and I knew that big old whip would be there waiting. But maybe they wouldn't use it now, what with worrying about me being gone so long. And, if he tried to, maybe I could tell him how I'd learned some nice things on my trip, things I could show him if he was nice to me ...
"One thing was for sure-the trip back would be a bunch of fun. I got off those steps and walked to the street. Then I stuck out my thumb and started home."
Judy's essentially healthy ego may survive the degrading experiences that precipitate, and accompany, her runaway jaunt, but her return to the same household bodes ill.