Kent Collins

First Time For Sister

Chapter 1

"It's nine o'clock; Billie-Ann!" Nora shouted from out back of the tumbledown shack. Billie opened her pale-blue eyes, stretched her long tanned legs in the bed and turned over with a sleepy groan. Not far from her room she heard her stepmother rattling a pail on the way out to feed the chickens. Feeding the chickens was Billie's job, but she got out of it about half the time by lazing the morning away in bed.

"Stir yourself a little, cain't ya?" Nora pleaded.

Billie-Ann pushed herself up and swung both feet to the floor. She always slept naked, because it was hot in July in that part of Missouri and because lately she'd grown to like the way it felt. Sometimes in the night she liked to touch one of her pubescent breasts or let her fingertips mingle in the sparse, fine down that had begun to cover her pubic mound. She never did much more than that… just touch… but it always gave her a warm, tingly feeling to drift back to sleep with.

Her room was an old storage closet with a blanket hung across the doorway to separate it from the rest of the house. Up against one wall was her narrow cot and nearby an ancient dresser with a cracked and mottled mirror. Billie-Ann had collected pieces of broken glass from colored bottles she'd found, and arranged them in her single small window to catch the morning sun. This morning they looked especially pretty, she thought as she brushed her hand through her sleep-tousled hair and watched the greens of patent cough-syrup bottles and the Milkof-Magnesia blues and the rich, red-brown of beer bottle bottoms crawl across her sheets.

Billie stretched again and her body felt firmer than ever and quiveringly fresh. Each day it was getting more and more that way and Billie couldn't keep from exploring the ever-changing places… massaging the soreness of her swelling titties and letting her palms trace the inward curve of her waist and then down to flare out ever so slightly where her hips had grown just a tiny bit wider.

Somewhere in the house a screen door clapped shut and Billie knew that Nora would be calling her again if she didn't get dressed and at least make a pretense of doing something. But there was time at least for her to bend over and watch the outline of her breasts enlarge as the flesh filled them. A little thrill went through her as she saw her pink nipples push out into firm little stalks. Tenderly she cupped one and felt the friction of her palm. At the same instant a tiny jolt of pleasure tickled inside the closed lips of her vulva.

"Gee, that's kinda funny," she whispered, tilting her head in puzzlement. She repeated the rubbing, then took one of the enlarged little breast buttons between thumb and finger… rolling it softly back and forth. Almost immediately she felt her crack go runny and hot and the beginnings of an itchy goodness made her shift her hips on the bed.

Her stepmother banged her bucket against the side of the house.

"Goddamn it, girl. If you don't get out here…"

"Coming, Nora… Coming!"

Billie let go of her nipple and let her hands lie soft and tan and pretty in her lap. She wished that Nora had told her more about sex. Of course, she would never ask the grumpy old woman. The only thing Billie-Ann had picked up for sure was that sex was trouble from the beginning. Girls were supposed to stay as far away from it as they could… and that meant staying away from boys and men.

Billie sighed and shifted her hips. The dainty place between her legs felt oilier than ever and she knew she just had to take a look.

With both slim feet flat on the floor, she parted her knees and bent over until her hair hung like a tawny curtain almost to the floor. Then she carefully placed a fingertip on each one of her pouty little labia and pulled. With a wet, sexy sound, they parted and a shiver of anticipation shook Billie's thin shoulders. It always did that to her to look at the glistening, delicate flesh of her secret place with its small inner lips and partly hooded clit button. The pretty cleft looked just too velvety wet to keep her hands off of.

Nora had always warned her about touching herself, but somehow the temptation this morning was far too great. Carefully holding herself open, she nudged one trembling fingertip into the mushy slickness. The heat of her juice felt nice, but there was nothing earthshaking about it.

Exploring further, she rubbed the finger up into the underside opening of the little clitoral hood, and the bottoms of her feet burned with a glow she'd never experienced in her life. Panting with delight from her new find, she pushed again… and again. Wonderful shivers went through her back and made her skinny toes spread against the worn hardwood floor.

"Wowee," she gasped, and kept rubbing, finding in a moment that the lighter touches made her thrill more than the rougher ones. No one had ever told her anything about this! Her girl parts had grown glossy with her juices now and every time she let her finger slip over the magic pinch of flesh she'd found, the luscious feeling grew more intense.

Billie-Ann tried to remember what her friend Loreen had told her about babies and fucking and how boys did it to girls, but it had been more than a year since she'd seen any of her old friends in town, and the information had never been very clear in the first place.

All she knew for sure was that stallions and bucks and bulls put their cocks inside mares and does and cows and left a little animal to grow.

She guessed that men did the same thing to girls they caught out at night. That's what Nora had told her… that men hid out at night so they could drag young girls under a bush and hurt them with their cocks.

Her clit lump seemed to be pulsing against her fingertip, and Billie's heart was thumping hard against her ribs. She was sure that this itchiness she'd caused with her finger had something to do with sex.

Her long-lashed eyelids fluttered and closed and she breathed a deep, delicious sigh. The itch was getting too hard to take and her finger had started to jerk and twitch against her seeping parts. She felt like lying down and rubbing against something or crying out some word… a word like fuck!

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she said softly. Billie knew it must be a magic word, because it always made her feel better to say it. And it made the itch burn like a diamond between her tan legs.

"If you don't get your butt outta bed and slop these hogs, I'm gonna take a stick to ya!" Nora screamed from outside.

Billie sighed and lay back on the bed as she closed her slender thighs.

Then she pulled her hands up along her quavering tummy and felt the slick, damp streaks cool there against her skin.

"It's a good thing I quit," she said, pushing herself unsteadily to her feet. Billie swayed across the room to the old dresser and pulled a pair of clean nylon panties from amidst the clutter of paperback books, movie magazines and garish bottles of cheap perfume.

She pulled the skimpy things up over her coltish knees and smooth thighs. "That could give a person a heart attack." She knew, of course, that Nora would disapprove. When she'd been young enough to get bathed by her stepmother, the stern old woman had spanked Billie's wrists once when her curious child fingers strayed to that curious place between her thighs. Nora had told her that a girl just doesn't touch herself there, and had quickly dripped a few suds over the childish mound.

Billie turned in front of the mirror and let her long, light-brown hair flare out over her shoulders. It tickled her back deliciously and she raised both arms, feeling her thin shoulder blades move and stretch against the skin of her perfect little back. She wanted to touch her breasts again but put her hands on her hips instead and tried a pout or two until she was satisfied with the sensuality of the reflection.

"Darn old freckles," she said, rubbing a finger across her short turned-up nose. Then she pouted again and slowly let the half-frown fade into an enticing smile. Billie thumbed one of the movie magazines open and studied the photo of a blonde starlet to make sure she was doing it right. Then with her eyes on herself once more, she let her lips fall slightly apart and pushed her tongue out sexily over each one until they were glossy and full-looking.

The secret folds and knots of her cunt were still pulsing crazily, but Billie tried to ignore the electric sensations, and ruffled through a deep drawer for something to wear. She had precious few clothes, and almost always she settled for a pair of ragged, cut-off Levi's that fit low and snug on her hips and clearly separated and defined the firm little cheeks of her ass. Billie-Ann cinched them tight with a wide leather belt she'd made herself from some worn-out mule harnesses.

Finally she pulled on an orange too-tight T-shirt, which didn't quite reach to the top of her shorts and clung prettily to the soft-risen flesh of the undersides of each small breast.

A pair of sandals were the only shoes Billie-Ann owned. Her father had given them to her just before he'd disappeared. They'd been a little too large for her then, but Billie had oiled them carefully and kept them wrapped in an old pillowcase until her thin feet had lengthened enough to fit snugly within the intermesh of straps and buckles. She liked the way sandals made her feet feel naked and free. They were the only things she had left that her daddy had left her… except for the large, bone-handled hunting knife hidden in the bottom of another drawer.

It was right after her daddy had gone that Nora made Billie-Ann quit school. Not that she made it the twenty miles into town that often anyway. Lots of kids dropped out of school early in that part of the country. Some to help with farming, some because they flunked out and some like Billie-Ann, who lived so far away from passable roads that it was just too much of a hassle.

Nora had told her that they just couldn't afford the extra expense of sending her every day and though Billie-Ann went part-time for a while, she fell so far behind in her studies that one day she just never went back. She figured she wasn't missed much, because a truant officer had never knocked on the door their paintless, rust-streaked shack. But Billie had her paperback books and magazines to read. She traded them with old Willy Sudderland, the postman, and occasionally with a hired hand at another farm, Jed Judson. She didn't like Jed much at all, but he had a huge appetite for sexy detective stories and always gave Billie the ones he'd finished.

Billie had learned to read well since quitting school.

Since she hardly strayed more than a mile or two from the house and almost never went in to Dooberville, the nearest town, reading was the only way she could find out about… things. It was true they still had electricity, but the only radio in the house had been broken for months with no extra money to have it fixed and not enough saved to buy another. Her books were her life.

Billie-Ann finished fastening the buckles on her sandals and stood up.

The cover of one of her paperbacks caught her eye and she picked it up.

A woman in a sequined dress lay limp in the arms of a blond-headed detective as he shot his way out of a bedroom. It was one of Billie's favorite stories; she'd read it three times. Like the other books, this one was all about men after women or women after men, and Billie always searched every sentence carefully for some hint as to what happened after the hero and heroine relaxed in private somewhere. That was when the words got tricky and things started being left out.

She tossed the book back down on her dresser and sighed, remembering the sexy plot… especially the part where the muscled, tattooed man undressed the weak, innocent girl and dragged her into bed. Then the story had gotten mysterious and not very clear and Billie had guessed with a thrilling little flutter in her throat that the couple was doing more than just kissing. It was something like what Nora had warned her about… something like boys dragging young girls under bushes late at night and hurting them with their cocks. Whatever did happen in the books changed everything. Afterward the characters were either very, very happy or very, very sad.

"Billie-Ann, if you don't get out here this very minute I'll have some hide!"

Billie-Ann took a last look in the mirror, pushed her curtain-door quickly aside and saw her stepmother in the yard bending over the pail she was filling with feed. She could smell the acrid sharpness of chicken shit that the sun was heating up in the coop fifty yards away.

"Be there in a sec," she called, then slipped out into the cool hall and padded quickly through the house and down the front steps. She didn't have any intention of helping around the place today. It was the only time during the week that she could meet Jed Judson on his way to the farmers' co-op on the outskirts of Dooberville and pick up a few new books. She always had to walk three miles to the fork, but it was worth it, because Jed never let her down. Sometimes he even waited for her there if she was late. Besides the books, Billie enjoyed getting out of the hills-enjoyed the fifteen-mile drive and enjoyed sitting in the cab of the truck and watching the men laugh and spit and push each other around the dock of the co-op warehouse until it was time for them to load the heavy feed sacks and fertilizer into their own trucks and start back to their farms. It wasn't really much, but Billie-Ann thought she'd go crazy if she couldn't do that one thing every couple of weeks or so.

The house was almost out of sight behind her now, and as Billie crossed the dirt ruts and cut into a stand of large cottonwoods, she heard Nora's last call wavering faintly in the breeze. She went deeper into the woods and skirted behind the small parcel of land owned by the Allens, an old colored couple who'd lived in the hills ever since she could remember.

Old Allen made a fair living off of his few acres and it was talked around that his wife put up the best canned vegetables in the county.

They'd even sent their son Hanson away to the colored college upstate, Billie-Ann remembered, and then he'd gone on east to a bigger school.

Even the white folks from those parts rarely, if ever, managed something like that.

When she was close enough, Billie could see old Mrs. Allen stooping in her garden, her huge sunhat flopping whenever she jerked a weed free from the ground. Billie-Ann went on until she found the familiar path that hooked and meandered through the meadow behind the Allen farm and then dropped even deeper into the forest, passing Basset's Pond and coming out finally near the road again. It was the shortest way to the fork where she always met Jed, but most of all she liked being alone in the trees. The sun was always too hot for dirt roads that time of day and often she had time to stop at the pond and wade a little before hurrying on to the fork.

It was even nicer than usual in the woods that day. Billie kicked aside overhanging weeds and daydreamed as she walked. She'd forgotten just how close she was to Basset's Pond and was only a few yards from the water's edge when she heard the splashing.

Choking back a yelp of surprise, Billie sank quickly to her knees behind the thick tangled growth that bordered the pool on almost every side. There in the middle of the pond, knee deep in water, was a tall, muscled black man… without a single stitch of clothing. He turned slowly then and Billie saw that his face was young. Though she hadn't seen him for quite a long time she was sure at once that it was the Allen boy. The one who'd been away at college for four or five years.

"Gosh," she breathed, finally releasing the air she'd been holding in her chest. The ripples radiated from the young man's legs as he moved slowly in the pond. Billie remembered his name was Hanson-Hanson Allen, but she wasn't studying his face any longer. Her eyes seemed uncontrollably drawn to the long, drooping brown snake that hung from his groin. It was the strangest-looking thing she'd ever seen and so … big. A shudder of fear mixed with excitement made her heart pound.

She tried to imagine what Hanson would do with that thing after he dragged a girl under a bush at night. It didn't really look dangerous, though, and once when he bent over, she saw that the cock was soft rather than hard… soft and flexible-looking.

At that instant, Billie became acutely aware of her position behind the bush… peeking at a naked male. She blushed red and clamped her eyes in shame. But she couldn't keep them shut. It was the first time in her life she'd ever been able to see what a boy was made like, and though Hanson was colored he was a male, too-a real live male.

Then the fearful thought of what he might do to her if he found her peeking filled Billie with a gut-rending terror. She saw the huge muscled shoulders and broad chocolate-brown chest, the powerful legs and narrow bottom. If Hanson pulled her under a bush, she'd die. Even though Billie-Ann wasn't sure exactly what would happen, she knew she'd die. Die of fright if nothing else. But realizing all that, she parted the bushes and looked again.

Chapter 2

Hanson Allen cupped his brown hands into the water and raised them high, letting the cool droplets trickle onto his head and shoulders.

Much as he was trying not to, he had started to think of a certain Miss Pamela Whittier back in Boston. And thinking of Pamela always gave him a huge hard-on.

"Dumb white cunt!" he said under his breath. But Pamela's ivory legs and graceful hips came filtering into his mind as if he were witched or maybe something worse. It had been two years since the party in the village, where a white buddy had wanted to lay a chick on him. A girl who wigged over black men, his friend had said.

Hanson looked down at the mud he was stirring up with his feet and noticed that his cock wasn't drooping any more, but starting to swing upward a little, thickening near the head. The foreskin had slipped back over his glans, too, as the heated blood surged with every beat of his heart.

Hanson flexed his arms and yawned, trying to fool his body into relaxing. But even though he wasn't going back to the city… wasn't going to involve himself with Pamela Whittier any more, he couldn't forget her that easily. With a curse he let his breath out and let Pamela in. He could never forget the very first time. Her tawny, shoulder-length hair and large, high breasts. There had always been a kind of sexy invitation in the way she walked… either coming at you or going away. Pamela was an exotic hybrid of a woman.

The party where they met had been going strong, but Pamela insisted on a change of scene. It was winter in New York and the night had been cold and damp. By the time they'd gotten a cab and made it to Pamela's apartment, the tall girl was shivering against him. Hanson could remember every detail and he was too far into the reverie now to stop.

He took himself back, back four years, the smells, the tastes… all the way back.

***

"Aren't you going to warm me up?" Pamela cooed. Hanson took off his coat and came across the room. The rug was thick, the tables low and expensively stylish. Pamela had already kicked off her shoes and when he reached out for her fur wrap, she giggled teasingly and let it fall behind on the floor. Then, keeping her green eyes on his face, she pushed the thin straps of her white satin dress down off her shoulders.

Hanson watched her body undulate gracefully, and the silky material fell lower, catching for a tantalizing instant on the erect nipples of her breasts and then puddling at her feet in one swishing rush. He stared amazed at the dark curls of her pubic hair… just over the place where her slit began, a bright red ribbon was tied.

"I never wear panties," she simpered; "they bind me." Pamela made the word sound obscene. "Do you like me?"

Hanson nodded in a daze. "Yeah, I like you."

"Would you mind, please, kissing my breasts? I'm simply crazy about the way it feels!"

Obediently he cupped one of the firm orbs in his palm and raised it to meet his descending mouth. At first Pamela stood, hands on hips, but as he tongued the nipple stiff, she touched the side of his face, then let her fingers mingle in the short, tight curls at the nape of his neck.

"That's heavenly," she breathed; "bite me a little." Hanson bit her and suddenly the thin fingers of her hand were digging at his fly, unleashing his bound cock and stretching it out sensuously. He felt his belt loosen and his pants fall and he stepped out of them. Pamela's succulent white breast with its dark nipple quivered between his teeth.

"Touch my cunt," she moaned, voice deeper than before, "put your fingers up in me!"

Again Hanson did what she wanted, hooking one arm around the small of Pamela's back, sliding his mouth up her neck. The girl trembled in his arms, then pushed back from his embrace, leaning precariously over the back of the couch they were standing by. He watched in heated fascination as she arched even further away from him, pressing her loins out teasingly. Pamela's hair splashed over the white cushions, and her full breasts flattened some and shifted higher on her chest as she bobbed crazily upside down. When he put his hands on her wide, curving hips, she opened her thighs in final invitation. Burning with wild lust, Hanson guided the head of his cock between the girl's silken, slick pubes and drove forward. Pamela's hands flopped loosely to the floor and she bucked viciously against the back of the couch, making her navel stretch into a tight oval. Then she hooked her legs around Hanson's to keep from falling to the floor. Loins aching with pleasure, he moved forward again, feeling the slippery membranes of her tube caress and heat his cock skin.

"That's simply… deviiiine!" Pamela gasped, starting to move her pelvis in quick, sharp circles as Hanson went into her full length. The long muscles of her belly strained and jerked as she flopped like a fish backward against the sofa cushions. "Ohhh… like that!"

Unbelievably, she was about to come. Hanson was always right about those things and he was certain that Pamela's throes were rushing upon her. Their organs made wet, slick, sucking sounds and the tall girl's movements became more savage and convulsive. Her rippling, squirming body was beginning to milk the come from his own balls. Pamela's heels dug into the crack of his ass and made an excruciating pressure on his prostate. He humped violently, giving her the full benefit of his length until suddenly she straightened… came up from her upside-down flop on the divan cushions and wrapped her arms around his neck. The momentum sent them both stumbling back. Pamela's legs squeezed his waist while her twisting, plunging ass sucked huge glops of jizzum from his cock and she sank white teeth into his arm.

***

The rustle of leaves at the pond's edge brought Hanson plummeting back to the present. He turned quickly toward the sound, and his erection slapped heavily against his hipbone. "Goddamn it to hell," he cursed, angry with himself for letting the dream of Pamela enrapture him, angry with whoever had been peeking… if in reality it was somebody. Hanson squinted and searched the weedy banks of the pool. He listened. The sound of footsteps thumped in the stillness of the woods… running footsteps disappearing into the thickets and trees.

Forcing himself up out of the muddy bottom, Hanson lurched toward the trees, where he'd draped his clothes, swearing silently. "You is a jive-ass peeping fuckah!" he hollered into the silent woods, then threw back his head and laughed. It made him feel right and good to talk the way he'd talked all his life, even though he could conjure up perfect East Coast English whenever he wished… English as good as Pamela Whittier's any day. Fuck Pamela Whittier and her high-tone friends and her fucking high-class apartment and the way she giggled when she called him the "noble savage." That's what had finally gotten to him.

Pamela had started asking his closest friends over when he was there and then suggesting games in the bedroom… introducing every rich young jet-setter she knew to the wonders of being fucked by a… nigger. Hanson gritted his teeth and spat into the water as he pulled his shirt on. No, she'd never said the word, but that's the way it was.

Whenever he had wanted to discuss a book with her or go to a play, Pamela had thought it quaint. She preferred her own kind of evening's entertainment. Hanson picked his jeans off the tree where he'd hung them and struggled his wet legs in. Somehow rehashing the whole thing had made him feel a little better. At least he'd had strength enough not to let Pamela's image suck him into jacking his meat. The idea of spraying the pond with his hot, stringy seed for some reason caused him to laugh again; then he started up the path toward his parents' house.

"I ain't ever gonna think of Pamela Whittier again," he swore to the trees around him. "Ever."

Lucas Allen was sitting on the front porch of his house when he caught sight of his son coming out of the woods. Hanson crossed the stone walk he'd help lay himself ten years before and smiled up at his old man.

"Where's you been, Hanson?" Lucas asked. "It's almost eleven o'clock."

"I been in the woods screwing a pretty white girl." Hanson sat down in a chair and put his feet on the porch rail. "But I decided I didn't want to mess with her no more."

The old man's eyes widened at this; then he narrowed them at his son.

"Will you just listen to that big-city talk!" He pulled a crooked cigar from his shirt pocket and slapped his thigh. "My-oh-my!"

Hanson grinned back. "It might be big-city talk, but I swear to God them white girls like it back there." He leaned toward his father and whispered the next words wickedly. "They just love that black cock."

Lucas Allen had his cigar going now and snapped the top of his lighter shut. "Way to stay out of trouble is to stay away from white girls.

They's trouble from the tip of their pink little tits to the ends of their soft little toes."

Hanson smiled mightily at his father. "Sound like you's talking from experience, old man."

Lucas blew gray smoke across the still air of the porch. "Maybe. Maybe not. What I know, I know."

Hanson shook his head and sucked a tooth. "Man, you is about as bad as some of them college professors. Cain't get the motherfuckers to say nothin' for sure." He chuckled and spat. "They just tell ya that this depends on that and this over here might account for that thing over there, but only if it all works together under certain circumstances …" Hanson was off and laughing again.

"Well, boy, that's what you went to school for. To learn to talk people around until they's crooked from listening." Lucas Allen smiled and nodded, happy with the point he'd gotten across. "I figure that's the only way you can make a living nowadays less'n you farm." Lucas looked sideways at his son. "But you never took kindly to farming, Hanson, no need to tell you that."

For a while Hanson sat back and let the quiet settle between them. It was nice jawing with his old man again. During the time he'd been East it had been one of the things he'd missed. Finally Lucas leaned forward and winked at his son.

"Tell me the truth now, Hanson. You wasn't really fucking a little white girl down in them woods, was ya?"

Hanson fell back on the porch laughing till the tears came to his eyes.

Finally he was able to look at his father with a straight face. "How 'bout lettin' me take the truck into town? I ain't even had time to see how it's changed since I been back."

"Sure, son, sure," Lucas said, handing the keys across. "Jest don't forget this ain't New Yawk."

Hanson started out to where the shiny old pickup was parked. "That's one thing you don't have to remind me of," he said. "But I'll sure keep it in mind."

The truck started immediately and Hanson headed it out of the drive and down the road. He marveled at how his father had time to keep something so old in such good shape. The old Ford hardly even rattled and the engine was smooth and quick to respond. But it was his father's nature … everything orderly and productive and quietly efficient. Hanson knew that that was the only reason he'd been able to go back East to school.

A roadside weed slapped at the side mirror and Hanson edged the truck back into the middle of the road. He didn't want to stay around Dooberville, but he didn't want to go back East, either. He'd applied for a teaching job in Colorado, but even if it came through, he wasn't sure he wanted that.

"Don't want to do nothin' but mess around," he said aloud, "and maybe see the country."

When he got to the fork, Hanson had to pull around another pickup, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed that a small white girl was just getting in the passenger side. But he was too caught up in his own thoughts to take much notice. He got onto the road to town and let the old Ford out a little, trying not to let Pamela Whittier's face slip into his daydreams.

Chapter 3

"What nigger is that?" Jed Judson asked, squinting his eyes at the shiny red pickup disappearing ahead of them up the dusty road. "Looked to be Lucas Allen's truck, but it shore warn't him drivin'"

Billie-Ann tried to keep her voice relaxed and casual-sounding.

"Probably it's Hanson. That's the Allen boy." As she said it, she thought how funny it was to call Hanson a boy. Standing in that pond he hadn't looked like any boy she'd ever seen.

Jed spat out the window and got the truck into first gear. "Shit, that's that uppity kid they sent to college a long time ago, ain't it?"

Billie nodded, remembering how scared she'd been alone by the edge of that pond-especially when Hanson's cock had started growing right before her eyes. That's when she'd thought he was going to find her for sure… and drag her under the nearest bush. That's when she'd run and never stopped till she was halfway to the fork.

"How come you know so much about him anyway?" Jed nagged, shifting into second.

"Chrissake, Jed," she said sharply, "you asked me who he was, didn't ya?" If there was one person Billie-Ann wasn't afraid of it was Jed Judson. Him, always dressed in bib overalls and wearing that silly straw hat. Jed was as big as a bull and about as strong but there was something weak and easy about him too. Young as Billie was, Jed had never been able to get her goat and she enjoyed reminding him of that fact.

"You don't have to go gettin' sassy," he snarled. The truck rattled and lurched over a rough spot in the road.

Billie-Ann let him cool down awhile, then turned toward him with the pouty smile she'd practiced just that morning in the mirror. "Got any new books, Jed?"

"There's a good one in the glove compartment," he said, grinning, happy that he owned something Billie wanted.

Billie dug the book out and saw that it was a science-fiction novel.

That was fine with her, especially if it had some sexy parts in it, and most of them did these days.

"You through reading it?" she asked.

Jed nodded. "Sho, it's all yours."

Billie riffled the pages of the book, and a packet of photographs held with a rubber band fell out in her lap. Jed Judson chuckled like a moron and licked his lips.

"What're these?" she asked, holding them up. There was a piece of cardboard over the first picture, so she couldn't see it.

Jed snuffed his nose and rubbed a big hand over the crotch of his overalls. "Go ahead; jest take a look!"

At times like this there was something dumb about his eyes that always bothered Billie. Not just because of their washed-out color or shallow depth, but because sometimes she caught Jed staring at her in a way that made him seem not really human at all. She wondered lots of times what thoughts Jed had in his mind that could make him look like that.

Innocently, she snapped the rubber band off and slipped the first photo out from under the piece of cardboard.

"Oh, God!" she gasped and quickly covered the picture again. She felt the red rushing to her cheeks and didn't know whether to slap Jed Judson's giggling mouth, or what. Maybe it was Jed's laughing that had her so mad anyway. The picture had been pretty bad all right, but his stupid guffaws made it seem filthy. If only he'd stop leering at her like a slobbering dog she might even take another look. Billie knew she really wanted to, because the picture had showed a man and a woman doing the very thing she was dying to find out more about. She was getting lots closer to the truth about so many things. It was exciting and scary all at the same time, but she had to go ahead had to find out more about sex one way or the other.

"Can I have these pictures, Jed?" she asked, surprised at how quickly she'd come to a decision with herself.

Jed's laughter choked short when he saw that Billie meant exactly what she'd said. "Well, hell, you ain't even looked at but one of 'em." He pushed his mouth up in an ugly knot and stared sullenly at the road.

"Naw, them's mine," he said finally.

"Can I borrow 'em then?" Billie pleaded.

"I don't know. They cost me plenty."

Billie-Ann knew his weakness and knew how to play on it. Twice in the past year he'd tried to kiss her and she had strongly refused. She didn't plan to give in to him now, but there were ways…

"Please, Jed," she said, scooting over until her bare thigh was nestled tight against his overalls. Then she slunk her slender body against his side and wrapped a small hand over his bare, sunburned arm.

Jed glanced from Billie-Ann to the road and back to her again. "Maybe if… Uh…"

Billie figured that Jed was about to ask for a kiss, and though she didn't like the thought of it she'd made up her mind to allow him just one if it meant getting the pictures for a while.

"Well?" she asked, shrugging. "Can I borrow 'em or not?"

"If you let me have your panties!" Jed blurted. Billie stared up at Jed's reddening face, but he kept his eyes on the road, lips clamped tightly together.

"You mean… the ones I've got on?"

He swallowed and twisted his hands on the steering wheel. "Yeah."

It dawned on Billie that she'd known Jed a long time and had never felt threatened much in his company. Maybe the reason had been because he was kinda… strange. But she hadn't been ready for this.

"Now just where in heck do you think I'm gonna pull 'em off, Jed!" The whole thing seemed pretty ridiculous, but Billie was a bit curious as to Jed's reasons for wanting her sweaty underwear.

"I can stop by the woods on old Mister Thompson's land," he said, still not looking at her. "You can go behind the trees and I won't look… promise."

There was an eager, almost frantic, look on Jed Judson's face. It didn't frighten Billie-Ann, just set her to wondering all the harder.

"And if I give them to you, I can have the pictures to keep?"

Jed thought a little on that one but finally gave a nod. "Okay, I'll let you keep 'em if I get the panties."

It seemed crazy, but Billie couldn't figure how it would hurt anything.

Not just to give Jed Judson her panties. And besides, she'd have the pictures to look at in private as long as she wanted. Billie-Ann smiled to herself. In a way it was better than having to kiss him.

When the thick, close-spaced trees of Mr. Thompson's woods came into view up the road, Billie felt a tiny tug in her guts. Jed pulled off the road, stopped the truck behind a huge thicket of scrub oak and turned off the key.

"Now don't you get out of the truck," Billie warned him, opening her door. "If I hear you coming, you can forget the whole thing."

"I'll wait," he said, nodding as if he meant it.

Quickly Billie-Ann slipped into the trees and when she'd found a shady place hidden from the road, undid her leather belt and tugged off her Levi's shorts. Then listening again to make sure Jed was still in the truck, she hooked her thumbs over the elastic band of her nylon panties and skinned them down. The crotchband clung for a moment to her juicedamp little cunny and then came away with a sticky-wet sound. Billie knew she was moist because of what she'd seen at Basset's Pond an hour before Jed had met her at the fork; and the run through the woods had just made her that much more soppy. Well, it couldn't be helped. Jed would just have to be satisfied with her panties the way they were. She slipped her thin ankles out of the filmy things and hung them on a branch. For an instant she felt a wicked little thrill. Standing there in the woods with only her T-shirt and sandals on was naughty. Almost as naughty as peeking at Hanson Allen naked in Basset's pond. Thinking of his lean, muscled body and the big brown cock that had risen from his groin like an awakening cobra made Billie want to touch her own body. Slowly she ran her hands up the long, graceful lines of her thighs and then over her flat tummy. "Ohhh, that's nice," she said to no one but the trees. Billie wondered for a moment what it would make Hanson feel like if he happened to come upon her naked. Then she remembered that Jed was only a few yards off and the public road was up there, too. Quickly she pulled her shorts back on, buttoned them up and cinched her belt. Then she picked her sheer underwear off the branch she'd hung them on and started out of the thicket. Jed watched her as she came in sight of the truck.

"I really don't know what you want them for," she said, sliding into the seat, "but here you go." Billie dropped the satiny things into Jed's callused hands. Without so much as a glance her way, he jerked his door open and got out.

"You wait here."

"But where are you going?" she asked.

"Never you mind. Just stay in the truck."

His eyes shot her a veiled threat and Billie nodded back and shrugged.

She didn't know what craziness Jed was up to now, but she was really more interested in taking another quick look at her new pictures. When Jed's back disappeared behind the overhanging leaves, Billie picked up the packet of pictures from the seat and undid the rubber band. The picture on top shocked her almost as much as it had the first time she'd seen it. The red-haired woman was spread backward over a low bed, her breasts flattened out a little and her legs thrown wide apart. The man was on his knees on the floor and twisted so that almost the whole length of his cock could be seen. Billie gulped. Almost the whole length… because some of it had been shoved into the pretty redhead's body. Billie held the picture closer and squinted. There seemed to be a hole right in the middle of the woman's slit and that's where the man's cock had pushed inside.

With a tight little gulp of air, Billie-Ann slipped that photo to the back of the pile and stared shivering at the next one. It was of the same two people, but this time the man was on his back and the woman had wrapped her fingers around his long shaft to hold it steady. Billie felt her cunt go slushy, feeling half-naked without her soft panties to absorb some of the steamy juice. The redhead was actually licking the man's cock with her long pink tongue.

Another truck went by on the road nearby and Billie held her breath until she heard it rattle away. She was just about to look at the third picture when a strange sound came from the trees where Jed had disappeared. It was a kind of moaning sound… more like an animal of some kind than a person. Billie tried to imagine what it could be, and the more she wondered, the harder it was to sit still.

The moan came again and she hid her pictures back in the book and quietly pushed her door open. It was easy to tiptoe through the weeds, but she had to be careful not to step on any dry twigs. A bird flew up in front of her once and she stopped, but the strange sound from the trees came again to her ears and she pushed on. Carefully she slid under the thick branches of a bush and peeked into the dark little grove under the trees where the noises were coming from. Billie found herself behind and a little to one side of Jed as he sat leaning against a tree trunk. The sight of what he was doing sent an odd twinge of itchiness through the nipples of Billie's titties where they rubbed on her orange shirt, and she held her breath until she was sure Jed didn't know she was there.

Jed was rubbing her panties against his face, snuffling and kissing them like crazy. But it was what he was doing with his other hand that made Billie's legs go all shaky and weak. The fly of his overalls was open and his naked cock stuck out of his clothes. With his free hand he was pumping the skin of it up and down in a steady thumping rhythm.

While Billie watched, Jed made a moaning sound like she'd heard from the truck.

Ever so quietly she shifted to one side to see better. It didn't take her any time to guess that what Jed was doing to himself gave him a good feeling… maybe like the strange feeling Billie'd felt in her bedroom that very same morning when she'd touched her clit.

She was close enough now to see the purple mushroom head of his cock and the way it seemed to surge bigger every time he brought his hand sharply up against the underside of the swollen ridge. Billie's crotch was wetter than ever and she could feel some of her gushing juice dampening her tight jean shorts. It was hard to keep from panting. The look on Jed's face and the way he was jerking and twitching seemed awfully naughty.

"Jesus!" he groaned, and his back slipped further down the tree. Billie could see that he had begun to lick the narrow crotchband of the panties he still clutched. Her panties.

Billie's feet tingled. Her bare bottom tingled, too, and the throbbing little parts between her tightly clamped thighs were begging to be scratched, but she gnawed her lower lip instead and stayed quiet.

With another crazed groan, Jed shoved the blue nylon underwear down and wrapped them frantically around his shaft. Using both hands, he rubbed the silky things back and forth over the taut skin of his cockhead, and Billie saw a tiny jewel-like droplet form at the very tip of the bursting organ. It hung there for an instant, then disappeared in a gushing fountain of thick white juice that spewed in a long string up over the front of Jed's overalls. His hand slowed a little, and for a second or two nothing happened. Then another spurting jet burst from the head, larger than the first. Amazed, Billie-Ann watched with wide eyes as a puddle of the milky-looking fluid formed on the front of Jed Judson's pants and dribbled off onto the ground. The panties she'd given him were still wadded in his hands, soaked through with the stuff that kept oozing out of the tiny slit at the end of his cock.

Billie slipped silently out of the trees and stumbled back to Jed's pickup. She wasn't sure she wanted to be with him any more that day. It would be hard to know what to say after watching him do… that. And with her very own panties, too.

Still shaking from what she'd seen and felt inside, Billie snatched the book Jed had given her, and making sure the pack of photographs was back inside it, she ran into the woods on the other side of the road.

It would be easy to stay out of sight until Jed had driven off, then walk back to the fork. Maybe someone would give her a lift up into the hills if she was lucky. But even walking all the way home was better than having to talk to Jed any more that day. In a way, Billie knew she was hurt that the awkward, unhandsome fellow had chosen to… to handle himself rather than kiss her. Not that she especially wanted to kiss him, but more that she wanted someone to think her pretty enough to kiss. Down deep Billie-Ann was disappointed that her nylon panties seemed to be the only thing Jed was interested in.

After a while, she heard him calling for her from the truck, but she stayed well out of sight. Then the pickup started and rattled away down the road toward Dooberville. Billie came out onto the gravel at the side of the road and started walking home, her bare bottom rubbing in a nice kind of way against her tight jean shorts.

"I hope Jed doesn't show anybody my panties," she said aloud. "I'd just plain die if he did."

Chapter 4

In a half-hour Billie-Ann was almost back to the fork where she could take the shortcut home through the woods. But before she got to the place where the path began, she heard the sound of an engine somewhere behind her. The thought that it might be Jed coming after her made Billie lunge for the trees on the roadside. But there wasn't time. A pickup truck cleared the top of the hill and started down. Billie was relieved when she saw that it wasn't Jed Judson after all, but the next moment her heart jumped and she still wished she could disappear from sight, because Hanson Allen was behind the wheel and it looked as if he were stopping.

"You want a lift?" he called, pulling up next to her in a cloud of dust.

Not knowing whether to ignore him or run in the opposite direction, Billie stood staring up into the handsome brown face, wondering if Hanson had lost his mind. Young white girls just didn't get into cars alone with young black men and he surely knew this. She was angry and scared at the same time.

Hanson was still watching her, laughing quietly. "God almighty BillieAnn, I didn't remember that you were deaf and dumb from when I was home last time."

He knew her name! Billie would never've thought that Hanson remembered her at all. She'd just been nine… maybe a little more when he'd gone away to school.

"Guess I'd better just go on walking," she managed to say. Glancing down at her skintight shorts and clinging T-shirt, Billie suddenly felt awfully naked, especially with her panties missing underneath. Of course Hanson couldn't know that, but…

"You got a long walk ahead," Hanson said. He had his arms folded on the edge of the window and an unlit match twitched in the corner of his mouth. "Won't take me fifteen minutes to drop you off."

Billie-Ann wished she could hide the book with the pack of pictures inside, but there was nothing to do except press it tighter against her tummy and hope that Hanson wouldn't find out what she had. "Really, I … I just as soon walk," she said, smiling for the first time.

Hanson gave a knowing laugh. "Shit, Billie," he said. "You act 'bout as bad as them struttin' small-town snobs down there in Dooberville. I can hear their mamas tellin' 'em now." Hanson wagged his head back and forth and put on a silky-sweet white woman's way of speaking. "Now, honey, don't you ever get in a car with no niggah… you heah? Why, he might just rub black all over you."

Billie wasn't sure what Hanson'd said that made her laugh, but suddenly there she was, laughing fit to kill. It made her remember him from before when he'd worked for her dad sometimes. He'd always been kind of funny to listen to then.

"I didn't mean it like that," she said. "I just…"

Hanson interrupted. "You just wanted to walk eight miles in the blazing sun in the middle of a dirt road with them silly little sandals on. Is that it?"

Billie knew that her argument was gone. She really didn't have much of one anyway, and hearing Hanson kid around reminded her that it wasn't like they were complete strangers. Their families had lived up in the hills for years and not more than a middlin' walk between them.

Hanson pushed the door open then as if he knew she was going to get in and she did, clambering up beside him and pulling it shut behind her.

He started the old truck smoothly and let it grind along in second gear so the bumps wouldn't jolt them around too much.

"You like to read?" he asked, shooting a quick look at the paperback.

Billie-Ann gave a short nod and kept staring straight ahead. She was afraid to talk much now that they were sitting only a foot or two apart. All she could think of was that morning when Hanson'd been stripped down and shiny with water and she'd been hypnotized by the way his cock had looked.

"I got some books you might dig," he went on. "Maybe we can trade off some."

"Oh, I ain't got all that many," Billie said. She was just dying to look at the crotch of Hanson's jeans. Would his cock be pushing the material up in a great big swollen lump?

The truck swerved in some sand at the shoulder and Hanson brought it back to the middle of the road. It was right then that Billie-Ann let her eyes dart down to the place under Hanson's wide black belt. No, his crotch seemed normal… except maybe for the swell that pushed down a little ways into one leg of his blue jeans. That's where it was, she thought. Just resting down there like a big old bull snake. Billie bit her lip hard and felt her face go crimson. Sure as hell, Hanson had caught her looking! Oh, God, she felt like… like just disappearing down through the floorboard or jumping out the window. And now he was probably smiling. Or getting ready to laugh at such a silly little white girl who couldn't keep her eyes off a black man's cock.

"Hey, you know you sure have got pretty since I been away," Hanson said.

The words shocked her out of her embarrassment… shocked her so much that she stared up at Hanson, hardly believing what she'd heard.

Colored boys just weren't supposed to talk to white girls like that… or at least she'd never known of it before.

"I know you're thinking it ain't my business to tell you that," he said quickly, the faint smile still playing around his lips. "But it seems crazy for me not to say true things just because we's different colors, doesn't it now?" He gave a short laugh and twitched the match in his teeth. "What do you want me to tell you… that you're ugly or something?"

Once again, Hanson had jabbed right through Billie's indignation. She tried to hold on to her defenses for another moment or two, but they dissolved and she found herself smiling. "Thanks for saying so," she said. "For saying that I'm pretty." The words had popped out before she'd had a chance to stop them.

"Look here," Hanson said after a while. "Any time you need a ride into town, I won't mind taking you."

"Oh, I couldn't," Billie said quickly. "I just-"

Hanson waved his hand, nodding. "I know, I know. You don't want to be seen riding with a black buck. But I could let you out just before we got to the highway. Nobody'd know the difference and you could thumb from there."

Billie felt immediately ashamed. Something about Hanson's open, honest way of talking made her feel wicked and cheap and ugly inside. All he wanted to do was he friendly.

"I didn't mean it… quite like that," she said.

"Sure, you did, but that don't bother me none." He gave another easy laugh. "I've driven white chicks all up and down the East Coast, so just 'cause you might be a little funny in the head from living back here in the hills I ain't gonna hold it against you."

Billie was trying to imagine the white girls Hanson was talking about.

What kind of girls were they anyhow? And where would Hanson be driving them?

Billie-Ann was almost getting up enough courage to ask Hanson about the women he knew back East, but her house was already in sight and Hanson was slowing down. She got out of the truck on her side, but an emotion she wasn't used to made her stop. She felt… as if there were more to say.

"Thanks for the ride and all," she said, smiling at him through her long lashes. "If I sounded… mean or anything…"

Hanson grinned and moved the match he was chewing to the other side of his mouth. "Don't bother your head about it." Leisurely, he took in the graceful lines of her childlike body, and Billie could almost feel his eyes touching her every curve and bump. "If you feel like trading some books sometime, I could meet you down at Basset's Pond. You know where that is?"

Billie felt herself go red again and lowered her eyes. "Yeah, I know."

Then she walked quickly away from the truck and up the rock walk that led to the front porch of the house.

In the front room, she slumped into a chair, still clutching the paperback and feeling breathless for some reason. Her stepmother's footsteps coming down the hall made her stiffen.

"What you been doin' out there with that nigger?" Nora asked.

"He gave me a ride home; that's all."

"And what happened to Jed?" Nora was standing in front of her, gnarled hands on her heavy hips. "Ain't he supposed to be your ride to the coop and back on Saturdays?"

"Got tired of waiting for him," Billie lied. "I was walking back and Hanson-"

"Oh, it's Hanson now, is it?" Her stepmother reached out and grabbed her thin arm, fingers digging into the soft flesh until Billie-Ann made a face from the pain. "This morning you leave without doing nary a chore and now you come home sittin' up there in a pickup cab with some uppity nigger boy."

"Nora, you're hurting my arm."

"I'll hurt more than that if I catch you messin' 'round like that again." Nora shoved Billie back, making her fall half-across the sofa.

"We got troubles enough without the whole county talkin' about how trashy you are. Now, get outta my sight. I don't want to see you again till supper."

Chapter 5

As soon as Hanson Allen had watched Billie-Ann's slim little bottom disappear through the door and into her house, he wheeled the old pickup around and drove like crazy, cursing himself the whole time. He went on past his father's house and took the turnoff which wound five miles away from town toward the rich delta land of the river.

"Damned white chick," he swore aloud, letting the truck go fast enough to kick up a long rooster tail of dust behind him. He knew how crazy it was to be talking to a white girl around these parts the way he'd talked to Billie-Ann Wheeler. Giving her a ride was bad enough, but then he had to go shooting off his mouth, telling her how pretty she looked and asking her to meet him down by Basset's Pond.

Hanson rubbed his hand over his forehead and wiped the sweat on the leg of his jeans. He didn't really give all that much of a damn about white chicks; it was just that this one seemed to remind him again of… No, that couldn't be his excuse any more. Billie-Ann Wheeler didn't look or talk anything like Pamela Whittier from Boston, Mass. Billie was prettier in her own innocent kind of way.

"Damn it to hell," Hanson growled, remembering her tan, coltish legs, sun-browned almost as dark as Hanson's own skin. He smiled. At least he preferred his white girls tanned.

He looked out the window at a low-flying crop duster, but Billie-Ann's pert profile drifted into his thoughts again: her cute upturned nose, almost Negroid in its shortness. And the freckles on her sunburned forehead. That wispy brown hair… Christ! how he wanted to run his fingers through it.

"And damn my black hide if she wasn't peeking at my cock!" He laughed to hear the words echo in the truck cab. Hanson knew he was goodlooking. Many other girls, white and black, had chased him even begged to share his bed.

"Charisma," Hanson said, pronouncing each syllable carefully. Then he was off and laughing again. Before he'd gone another mile, though, Billie's image was back to taunt him and he decided it would be nice to undress her in his mind. He imagined her with a hip cocked and a pretty leg extended while slowly he undid her blouse and pulled it back over her thin shoulders. Hanson wasn't sure what Billie's breasts really looked like, but he thought they must be lovely. Probably about onefourth the size of Pamela's… hardly bigger than a mouthful. He daydreamed his mouth down to one of Billie-Ann's titties and sucked the luscious-looking little nipple between his teeth. Billie clutched his head in both hands and pressed her face against the million tight curls of his hair. He licked his way down her body and kissed her navel, marveling at the shallowness of it on her flat tummy. Hanson knew he was right about that, because Billie's T-shirt had hiked up once while she was in the truck and he'd had a good look. Now he was magically skimming her jean shorts down over narrow adolescent hips. Her mound would be almost hairless, he thought. Just two pretty little plump lips protecting the moistness inside. Hanson pushed the fantasies away, too excited by them to stretch the vision out any longer.

A stumbling cow, udder almost dragging the ground, stepped in front of the truck some twenty yards away and Hanson hit the brakes and pulled the wheel hard. The skidding sound of the pickup shocked the dumb animal out of her cud-chewing trance and she bolted back toward the ditch. The truck kicked gravel and slid to a stop, missing the cow by only a foot or two.

Hanson sat there for a while as the insects clicked and buzzed in the weeds near the roadside. He felt foolish for letting himself get so carried away over a white girl who was really no more than a child. The chances were small that he'd ever get close enough to so much as even kiss Billie-Ann Wheeler, much less take her clothes off. Billie was only thirteen. A child. And a not very knowledgeable one at that. No telling what she'd talk around if Hanson so much as patted her pretty little bottom with his hand. And like his daddy had said, that added up to trouble. Besides, there would be the problem of her boyishly narrow hips. If by some chance he did seduce her, his cock would probably split her in two like a ripe melon. Yeah, he had to forget about something so silly as having Billie-Ann's body to enjoy. He had to concentrate on more realistic possibilities. Hanson crammed the truck into gear and started out again, heading toward Elsie Shelton's, where he'd been going before the cow had stopped him short.

The Sheltons lived in a one-time squatter's shack on twenty acres of land bordering the river. Ever since Hanson could remember, a black man could go to that place whenever he needed a little something he couldn't get somewhere else. Elsie Shelton was the mother of the brood and kept track of how much beer to buy before a big weekend and how long the boys could stay alone in a back room with any particular daughter. Daughters were all Elsie Shelton had… seven of them to be exact, and nobody could remember that there'd ever been a man around the place.

When he bounced into the front yard, Hanson saw Elsie herself leaning her bulk in the shady doorway of the paintless frame house. A rubbertire swing swayed on its rope under a big cottonwood, but there didn't seem to be anyone else around.

"Why, Hanson," Elsie said, slapping her big hands together as if she were singing at church. "I knew you the minute I saw that truck…

God, ain't you growed!"

"Howya doin' Elsie?" Hanson put his arm around her fat shoulders and gave her a hug. He'd had lots of crazy times at the Shelton place. More good ones than bad.

"You get your sweet brown ass inside here where its cool, and have a bottle of beer. It's on the house.

They walked together into the big front room. Hanson noticed that Elsie had moved a table or two around and painted the walls, but other than that, nothing had changed much. While she was fishing a couple of beers out of the cooler, she pushed her cotton dress up with the other hand and scratched a massive thigh.

"I been wonderin' what happened with you," Elsie went on. "Thought maybe New York went and swollered you up." She turned, grinning her big teeth at him while she popped the caps off with a rusty opener and shoved a bottle across to him. Then she collapsed heavily into a chair and put her elbows on the table. "Now what I want to know… is you smarter than when you left?"

Hanson laughed and slugged some of the beer. "A little maybe," he said.

"At least I know what a smart person's supposed to act like."

Both of them laughed.

Elsie rocked back and forth, shaking her big head slowly from side to side. A little droplet of sweat hung on her nose for a minute, then fell onto her bosom. "I swear, Hanson, it's good to see ya again."

"How's Janice?" he asked, surprised at his own eagerness.

Elsie Shelton rocked back and forth again, her eyes narrowing down mischievously. "Always did take a likin' to Janice, didn't ya?" Her face grew serious. "I hate to say it, Hanson, but Janice is gone. She up and left for Memphis over a year ago." Elsie slugged her beer hard.

When she put it back on the table only some foam was left. "I tried to get her to stay on, but she had big-city ideas… wanted to meet some fella up there." Elsie put her palms down on the table and looked ceilingward. "Shitfire, I know what happened! She's out on the streets with one pair of rundown shoes and two pair of underwear while that fella is shootin' pool and playin' the horses."

Hanson saw that talking about Janice was depressing Mrs. Shelton, so he changed the subject. "Well, thank Jesus you got more than one daughter, Elsie."

The big woman's face lit up with a smile again. She laid a heavy hand on Hanson's knee and leaned close to whisper. "Lord, you oughta see Alicia now, Hanson… you wouldn't even know her; that's a fact."

Hanson wrinkled his brow and tried to remember. "You mean the little one? Hell, she was only nine or ten when I left to go to college. That couldn't make her more than…"

Elsie nodded. "She's fifteen come next Saturday. 'Member how you used to give her piggyback rides all the way to the river and back? God, she just worshipped you."

Hanson swallowed the rest of his beer and set the bottle on the table.

"You me… you mean she's… around today?"

Elsie Shelton smiled. "Sure… if you want her, I can go fetch her from the garden. I put her out there in my bonnet to get them potato bugs all pulled off the plants."

"Fifteen years old," Hanson said under his breath. "Say, Elsie, I think I could go another beer."

"Why, bless your soul. Sure you need another beer after comin' all this way." Elsie fetched another cold bottle and shoved it into his hand before turning toward the back door. "You just rest here and drink that beer and I'll go fetch Alicia."

Hanson tried, but he couldn't possibly imagine how Alicia had turned out after five years. She'd been so skinny and childlike when he'd seen her last, always wearing a little print swimsuit-usually without the top.

Alicia had always begged him to be her boy friend, even when the girl knew that he was coming all the way out there to the Shelton place to visit her older sisters. Hanson had kidded and tickled her but never really entertained the thought-much anyway-that anything of a serious sexual nature could come about between himself and a ten-year-old girl.

"Hi'ya, Hanson."

He turned to see Alicia standing behind him… still skinny but taller and… different for sure. Her full lips had a more mature and sensual curve to them now and her short nose had lengthened some. Her breasts were just gentle curving swells on her narrow chest… only a little bigger than the ones Billie-Ann Wheeler sported. But it was Alicia's ass that really made him catch his breath. She had on a pair of skimpy short shorts and a bikini top. He could see the beautiful outward curve from her waist… the perfect unbroken line of her hips… not chunky or square at all. Then below, where her crotch filled out the skimpy material of the shorts… an ass built for fucking.

Hanson swallowed and smiled and couldn't help staring at her maturing thighs and plump mound again. She was a high school wet dream for sure.

And the pigtails she was wearing seemed to add to the image rather than take away.

"You still wearing pigtails?" he laughed. "It'd be hard to remember you without 'em."

Alicia pouted just a little and reached a hand toward her hair. "You want I should undo 'em?"

"God, no!" Hanson said, putting out a hand. "Leave 'em just like that."

Alicia folded her arms and tilted her face at him. It looked sophisticated and little-girlish both at the same time. "Come on," she said, voice almost a whisper, hand stretched out to take his.

Hanson drained the rest of his beer and let her lead him into a darker, cooler part of the house. Alicia's hand was dry and tough from pulling weeds and he liked the way it rubbed against his own skin.

"Been a long time, Hanson," she cooed in her soft, crooning way.

"'Member when you used to play with me like I'd never grow up?"

"I remember. Just never thought…"

Alicia closed a door behind them and made Hanson sit on the narrow bed next to her. The burlap curtain on the window made the small room seem like a cave.

"Well I thought about it," she whispered, looking hard into Hanson's eyes. Alicia's thin hand was suddenly kneading his thigh… slowly and professionally. Hanson wanted to ask her how many men had…

"Lay back now," she whispered.

Hanson did as Alicia said and immediately the thin, curvaceous little angel was moving onto his chest, pushing her legs between his and covering his chin and neck with hot, eager kisses.

"God… Alicia, you really have done some growing up."

Her lips slipped wetly over his then and Hanson sucked her pink little tongue deep the way she seemed to want him to do. The hard bone under her mound was pressed tight against the growing lump of his own trapped cock as Alicia rocked back and forth against it… massaging it full of blood.

"Hanson," Alicia sighed, "Oh, baby, you feel awful big down there." Her hands clutched and tickled and dove under his shirt, rubbing his tiny male nipples… touching the nape of his neck.

"How long you been doing this, Alicia?" Hanson asked her.

"You're the third guy," she said without breaking the rhythm of her lovely attack. "Mama only started me last month."

Hanson felt strangely misplaced. Coming from the East had been too sudden a change in life style to get used to so quickly. Back there it'd been Cadillacs and late-night neons and beaches and boats and high-fashion chicks. But outside the room he was in, Hanson could hear chickens clucking and scratching in the backyard. His nose was full of the heavy odor of magnolia blossoms… the salty country sweat of an adolescent black girl as she fumbled at the buttons of his Levi's, giggling and winking at him all the while.

"What's it like back East, honey?" Alicia cooed, as if she'd been reading his mind.

"It's… different."

He was on his back and Alicia had finally pulled all his clothes off, making a little O with her mouth as his rigid shaft slipped free. Then Hanson watched the lithe girl gracefully get rid of her own things.

When she stood in front of him wearing only the bright ribbons at the ends of her braids, he knew he wanted her even more than he'd first thought he would.

Alicia hovered over him on hands and knees, looking skinny and desirable, her ass curving around behind her. It was so beautifully shaped that Hanson wondered if maybe that wonderful bottom was to serve no other purpose except love. Alicia slid cool palms down his chest and finally grasped his hips. There was just the trace of a mischievous smile on her young face, but Hanson thought he could also see uncertainty behind it.

"You the real first grown man," she said in a low voice. "I didn't know it would be so big!"

Alicia let her fingers trace the thickness and length of his cock, and Hanson enjoyed the expression on her face as she felt the heft of the meat.

"Who've you had before?" he asked.

She opened her eyes wide and looked up at the ceiling, remembering.

"Couple of kids. Junior high boys. One was white." A smile spread over Alicia's brown face. "He darn near cried when I sucked him a little."

Hanson laughed with her, marveling at her new sophistication.

"He was a nice kind of white boy," Alicia went on. Then she looked again at Hanson's gently throbbing penis. "But nowhere near as big as that!"

He was growing more and more excited from watching Alicia pout and tease above him. His cock was fully engorged with blood, the glans tight and shiny brown and Hanson wanted very much to hide it out of sight in sweet Alicia's warm, wet flesh.

"What if you won't fit in me?" she whispered, bending close enough to let the turgid little nipples of her breasts rake across his chest.

"It'll fit, baby," he said back. "That sweet little ass of yours is ripe for some real meat." Hanson felt strange talking to Alicia like that when only a few years before he'd played with her like a kid sister. But nobody stayed the same, he told himself. Alicia sure hadn't.

Circling his strong arms around her back, Hanson forced her elbows to bend and she crumpled and collapsed against his chest. He felt the soft concave of her belly and the way her titties flattened out over his skin. His cockhead bobbed eagerly in the tight curly bush between her thighs, as if hunting for an entrance.

"I sure do want you, Alicia," he breathed into the tiny sworls of her brown ear. She was trembling against him ever so slightly, and the feeling of it made Hanson's blood boil even hotter with desire.

He caught her face between his hands and forced her lips down again and again, sucking in the lovely young spit as if he were dying of thirst.

"Goddamn, Hanson," Alicia finally got breath enough to say, "you sure do kiss fine." She took a catchy little gasp of air. "Mama tells me not to get too excited, 'cause I forget my business, but it's hard to keep from it when you kiss me like that."

Her pelvis was moving against him now and she arched her back and rode down on the whole length of his cock. As her steamy little slit parted with the pressure, Hanson felt his organ bathed with Alicia's hot juices. Rolling her bottom steadily, she worked all the way down to his ball sac, massaging the nymphescent oils into his skin. It was a fantastic way to get greased up, he thought, and when Alicia's firm little clitoris came in contact with his glans again, he felt his back go tight with desire.

"I want you good and wet," Alicia sighed, "before you try to get that big old thing up in me." She was breathing so raggedly that Hanson could hardly make out the words.

Her pretty lips opened wide and she kissed him again, still working more of her wetness into the thing she'd have to take completely inside her before they were through. Hanson loved what Alicia was doing, but he wanted more… now. Cupping both hands under the prancing little asscheeks, he forced her higher, then pushed the knob of his cock up, dividing the sweet, seeping delta of her loins. The tip slid over the finger of her clit, then gave a wet thump as the ridged crown popped into the beginnings of her still-immature vagina and stopped there… too big to go further.

Alicia groaned and tossed her head on Hanson's broad shoulder. "Ohhh, God, daddy!"

"You like it big, don't ya?"

Alicia didn't say anything. She just bumped and tossed her pretty round bottom… afraid to press back but enjoying it too much to stop.

Hanson could tell that Alicia was ready for more, because the jumping, bunching spasms of her little body hadn't paused once and she steadily increased the pressure back against his shaft. He could feel the ring of muscles spread, almost open, then tighten down again. It would take only a quick lunge on his part to skewer Alicia for keeps.

"I might split you like a grape, sweetheart," Hanson said, patting a lovely soft shoulder.

"Oh, just' split me then! Do it, Hanson… get it in!" Her voice had a fatalistic sound.

"There's gonna be some stretching," he whispered, "so bite your lip and hold on."

Lovely Alicia steadied herself and nodded quietly against his cheek.

Moving slowly so as not to frighten her, Hanson slipped his hands up and got a good grip on the tops of her sharp hipbones. Then, holding her down against the head of his cock, he pulled his ass back and drove upward sharply.

A choked gasp rushed from Alicia's throat as four inches of his thick penis rammed suddenly into her squirming, chocolate-brown body, but after a moment or two Hanson felt her kiss him and he knew it was going to be all right.

"Just rest a bit, little girl, till you get used to it."

"I don't want to get used to it, Hanson." Alicia rubbed the bottom of a long foot up and down the side of his thigh. Then she let both legs out long against his and hugged him around the waist. Hanson liked the feel of her weight on him, and he felt his cock slipping deeper every time she wiggled or moved.

"Let's see how much more you can take," he said.

"Hanson, I'll never be the same after this. I just know I won't."

Alicia's mouth was wet against his neck and she'd tucked her knees up next to his sides again. He felt her trembling but knew she wasn't frightened enough to quit.

"Rock that pretty little ass of yours now," he told her, "and I'll get deeper."

Obediently, Alicia started an excruciating motion with her pelvis, and each time she lined up with him, Hanson was able to gain another heavenly inch of her tunnel. Almost the entire length of his cock was surrounded by warm, wet cunt flesh now, and he could feel her loosening up further inside.

"Oh… Ohhh, Hanson… Ouch!"

"You're gonna make it just fine, baby."

"Jeeees… wowwweeee!"

The pretty girl's braids flopped against his neck and she tried to bite his chest, but only drooled instead. The deeper he pushed into her the more Alicia seemed to wiggle, and her words had turned to unintelligible mumbles and sighs. Most of the time she just panted her dewy breath against his shoulder like a trapped rabbit. Whenever Hanson strained up from the mattress, filling her with even more of his cock, Alicia didn't breathe at all but closed her eyes tight and stretched her head back until he could see all the veins and sinews in her long, thin neck. Finally he was sure that it was all the way in, and Alicia's lovely hips began to grind his. Whenever she tucked her bottom under and rocked her hips the soaked velvet membranes deep inside shifted caressingly over the sensitive head of Hanson's cock. He was glad he was on his back, because it made it a little easier to hold back the scalding juices that kept threatening to spew right up into Alicia's eager cunt. He thought maybe they'd better slow down some… enough to drag it out.

But Alicia was getting her second wind. She started a movement that pulled her mound almost completely away from Hanson's hot shaft and then plunged down on it again. Each time his blood-filled glans hung glistening at the opening of her vagina and the brown girl's ass tremblingly descended, a strange look flashed in her eyes as the huge organ divided the softness and pushed to the mouth of her womb.

The tight, wet walls of her love channel forced his cock skin back, rubbing it hot and glowy with the friction. Hanson gritted his teeth and held on.

"You like me to do that?" she asked.

"I can say I like that. Yes, I can say I do."

Alicia slipped her tongue between his lips. A faint tang of cinnamon made him kiss her deeper and taste more. Then he bent lower and sucked one of the brown little nipples between his teeth, biting and licking it until the stalk grew even thicker.

"Hannnson… Ohhh, that just tears me up!"

He knew it was time. Time to turn this sweet little kid over and give her the best fucking she'd ever get. Because if he didn't get to it soon, she'd have a bellyful of seed anyway.

Pinning her arms close to him, Hanson rolled her sideways on the mattress and squirmed onto her firm young body. Alicia gave a little cry of surprise, but he covered her mouth with his again and choked it off… biting her full brown lips until she whimpered madly.

At first he fucked her with short little jabs… digging to the very end of her vagina. When this seemed to make Alicia go crazy with wiggling, he teased her-pulling all the way out and riding his burning tip up over her clitoris until the poor little thing begged for him to shove her full once more.

It was obvious to Hanson that he couldn't last much longer, but Alicia's symptoms were quickening, too. One long brown leg folded gracefully behind his back and it was soon joined by the other as she squirmed her ass frantically against the sheets. It was as if Alicia were trying to get away and at the same time didn't want to escape at all.

Hanson's cock filled and lengthened to the final limit of its size while the girl under him frolicked and cried, thrusting her mound up against him. Alicia's vagina seemed to undulate and pulse around his tip… nursing at the seed that was about to boil over from its reservoirs. He'd held it long enough. It was torture to put it off any longer.

With a sigh of relief, Hanson fucked Alicia's body with all the energy he had left. He fucked her with loving violence and felt the goodness as his tubes filled with cream. Then just as the barbed end of his cock was at its deepest, the hot, milky flood spewed from the tip and Hanson stabbed seed into Alicia's buttery cunt.

"Hanson… h-h-honey!" the girl choked, and he felt the tight female convulsions rock her. Her arms shook and the long, graceful muscles stood out in cords as she clung to him and tried to crush out the fire that was ravaging her love flower. Hanson could feel some of his jizz froth back along Alicia's vagina and dribble onto the rumpled sheet beneath them. But just when the pretty young nymph felt about to relax and loosen under his weight, she sucked another lungful of air and dug her nails into the flesh of his back.

"I think… I can… do it again!" she managed to say. "Oh, please, Hanson… do something… or I'll die sure!"

Since he was quickly losing the ability to help, Hanson reached his hand down to the joining of their bodies and thrust a finger into the mushy love mess. The rubbery little finger of sex flesh stood out from the depths of her slit, pulsing with trapped blood.

Tenderly, Hanson rubbed and tickled her hard, throbbing clit until once more Alicia was whining and pumping her cum-steaked loins softly against his hand. He'd pulled back off of her a little and as she squirmed to gain another ecstasy, Hanson marveled at the wondrous way she moved. Yes, she was the same little girl he'd once carried on his back. The same child who'd clung to him giggling in glee and now clung to him in the throes of sexual frenzy. But rather than feel guilty about what he was doing, Hanson felt fortunate that he'd been given a chance to enjoy such a delicious young berry… right when she was ready for plucking.

"You're gonna kill me!" Alicia breathed.

Gently, Hanson freed his wilting cock and slid down on the bed, making sure to keep his fingers working in the girl's blooming crevice. He wanted to watch her come.

Alicia's bottom was moving slower than it had when he'd had his cock deep in her belly, and each time she rolled her hips, the flower of her vulva blossomed even fuller, gushing more girl honey over his fingers.

Her back was pushed well down into the mattress so she could thrust her mound up, but as she started to come, Alicia clamped her firm thighs around Hanson's fist, pulled her legs up tight and pressed her heels against the back of his hand. At the same time she brought her shoulders off the mattress and curved her body down around the center of exploding pleasure that jolted through her spine and breasts and thighs.

It seemed to Hanson that she was caving in around his tickling, scratching hand… pressing it tighter against her delicate parts. And in the sweet heat of her dripping little nest he could feel each sharp, hot throb as Alicia came. Her eyes were closed and her pink tongue lolled halfway out of her spit-damp mouth. With each crest of pleasure, she twined warm fingers around his hand and cooed the whimpering sounds of complete surrender. Her body jerked then and with one final shudder of her frail shoulders, Alicia fell backward on the bed and Hanson carefully pulled his fingers from her frothy slit.

***

It was cool at the bar. Hanson had just poured his glass full of beer and set the bottle down in front of him when Alicia stumbled into the doorway, an enraptured look on her face. He turned then and saw the slender brown legs… the soft dark eyes still bedroomy with promise.

Elsie was behind the bar washing glasses, and when she noticed her daughter's face she chuckled softly and fished another heavy mug from the suds.

"I bet you ain't even collected so much as fifty cents yet, have you?"

Elsie scolded.

Alicia lowered her face a little, still smiling. "Naw, ma'am. I kinda fell asleep."

Elsie winked at Hanson, then poked her mouth out at her daughter. "He mighta just walked outta here if he'd a mind to. You lucky it's Hanson and not some hot-dog dude from Dooberville."

Again, Alicia looked down, nodding solemnly. "Yes'm." Then she beamed a radiant look at Hanson and rubbed a palm over her tingling breasts.

"But golly damn, he's the best-lookin', best-lovin' man I ever saw and …"

Elsie interrupted, "… and you just couldn't keep from enjoying yourself. That right, girl?"

Alicia fumbled at the ribbon on one of her braids. It had come untied, and some of her shiny black hair was escaping. "Yes, ma'am, that's right."

Hanson gulped some beer and held out his hand to Alicia. "She's a mighty fine girl, Elsie. Don't be too hard."

Alicia swayed shyly over to him and he tied the ribbon back. It tickled Hanson the way she'd suddenly lost the sophistication that she had tried to use on him in the bedroom. Now she was just a little girl again… a little girl who'd been reminded that a fuck is first and always a fun thing to do. He looked up into her dark eyes and found nothing but adoration.

"Seems as though your daughter has taken a liking to me, Elsie," Hanson said.

"She could do worse." Elsie clinked the glasses together and dried her hands on her apron. "Lots worse."

While Hanson sipped his beer, he felt the little lynx next to him move her sinewy body closer. After a snuggle or two, Alicia stretched her head up and kissed him longingly on the side of his neck. Across the room Elsie looked up from the beer she was drawing herself, and frowned.

"Now, listen here, Alicia. This man come all the way out here lookin' fer a little relaxation." She shifted a heavy hip and shook her finger at her young daughter. "You about to make him think he done caught a wife."

"Ohhh, Mama," Alicia pouted, "I just want him to know… I like him."

"Sure," Elsie grumped, "but just don't go hangin' on him all the time.

Lotsa men don't like that after a tumble."

"It's okay, Elsie," Hanson said, grinning. He pulled some change from his pocket and laid it on the table for the beer. Then he pulled a flat-folded ten from his watch pocket and pushed it secretively into Alicia's hand, gently folding her thin fingers around it as he leaned close to whisper.

"I'll be out again sometime."

Alicia went suddenly gloomy. "When?"

Hanson framed her soft face with his hands and pressed a wet, lingering kiss against her mouth. Then he stood up.

"Sometime soon."

***

While Hanson drove back along the narrow tree-lined road, He patted out the rhythm of a Charlie Mingus tune he'd heard in a New York club and tried to hum what he could remember of the bass line. Elsie had made him take a cold six-pack when he left her place and now he had a freshly opened bottle cradled between his thighs. It felt cool and good there sweating against his jeans.

Hanson had been hoping that he could forget about pussy for a day or two after balling so beautifully with Alicia. But already he knew it was useless to try. It gave him a bitter kind of amusement to realize that the problem wasn't with Pamela Whittier any longer. Just in the short time he'd spent back in the hills, Pamela's face had faded some in his mind and he was certain that as the weeks rolled by, his Boston dilettante would become only a dim flower in the jungle of his life.

There was someone else now… and unfortunately it wasn't Alicia Shelton. Hanson slugged at the beer bottle and let the bubbles sting his throat. Billie-Ann Wheeler had already wedged herself deep into his soul, and the troubles he faced were innumerable if he wanted to do anything about his desire for the girl. Already he'd recognized the improbability of her being able to make it with him sexually. Though her twitching little ass was gloriously wonderful to look at, Hanson seriously doubted he could get so much as the head of his cock into her cunt. And he still hadn't taken into account the fact that Billie had grown up amidst the worst kind of bigotry and ignorance.

"Shit!" he laughed, tipping his beer bottle up again. "Just listen to me dream." Billie was bright enough… but skittish. Living in the hills of Missouri gave her a right to be, he guessed. To even consider the possibility of getting close to her supple body was the stupidest kind of dreaming. But then Hanson knew he'd always been a little crazy about pussy.

"Yass, yass!" he roared against the wind that poured through the vent window. "I'm a pussy fool and proud of it!"

At the fork he swung the truck right and started up the road towards his folks' place. The relief he'd felt after leaving Elsie's was long gone and the crotch of his blue jeans was tightening steadily. What if Billie did come down to Basset's Pond like he'd asked her to? He knew he was good when it came to talking girls into bed. In his whole life Hanson hadn't met a girl he couldn't finally soften up.

He rubbed his aching groin and finished his beer quickly before he dared let his mind wander further. The only thing he could do was play it all by ear. There was only a slim chance anyway that Billie-Ann would actually consider meeting him alone in the woods.

"I hope she doesn't," Hanson said aloud, only half meaning it. "Keep me out of trouble that way."

Chapter 6

For a long time after her stepmother had bawled her out for riding home with Hanson, Billie-Ann just sat on her bed, too angry even to look at the dirty pictures she'd sneaked in. Billie had never liked her stepmother much anyway and now she decided that the haggy old woman was out to get her.

Of course she shouldn't have been with Hanson like that, but he'd been nice enough and no harm had come of it. Nora's anger made her want to rebel against the old woman's prejudices. Their family had lived near Hanson's folks for years. It seemed wrong somehow, Billie thought, for Nora to blame her for something as innocent as getting a lift home.

And there was something else that made Billie feel that her step-mother had been unfair to Hanson. Hanson Allen had actually told her she was pretty! Oh, he was colored and all that, but he did say it and nobody had told Billie anything so nice since her daddy had left a long time before. She blushed from thinking about it and only wished that Hanson hadn't caught her peeking at the crotch of his jeans.

After a while, Billie felt better and went over to stand in front of the cracked mirror on her dresser. She fluffed her long hair out, then hooked it behind her ears, turning first one way and then the other… pleased with the way it looked. Is that what Hanson had seen in her?

The short turned-up nose and gay blue eyes? The freckles and wide, full mouth all curvy at the corners? Billie smiled into the mirror and her cheeks dimpled cutely. Then she blushed red at how she was thinking about Hanson, and quickly turned away.

When she saw the paperback Jed had loaned her she suddenly remembered the colored photographs inside. With everything happening the way it had that morning, she'd almost forgotten how badly she'd wanted them.

And they were hers to keep now. A thrill rose in her chest as she sat on the edge of the mattress and snapped the rubber band off.

The first photo caught her attention again; then she studied the second, amazed at how brave the woman was to actually put her mouth over a man's penis. The third one was new to her, though, and when she took a look her head went all dizzy and light feeling. The red-headed woman was lying backward across the bed the way she'd been while the man had his thing in her, but this time the man was on his knees between her legs.

Billie stared again, swallowing rapidly. He was holding the lips of the woman's cunt apart and licking the shiny wet parts with his tongue. A lot of strange things went through Billie-Ann's mind, but there was one she kept coming back to. How did it feel to the woman to have her cunt licked like that? This was only one photo. Maybe the man was doing other things with his tongue, too. Trembling a little, she looked at the two remaining pictures. One showed the man standing up with his hands cupped under the redhead's ass to hold her up. It looked as if his cock were deep inside the woman, and her legs were wrapped behind the small of his back.

Billie-Ann sighed and looked at the last photo. Another wave of excitement coursed through her chest. The couple was hunkered over each other, ass to head, the man with his face buried in the redhead's crevice and his cock completely out of sight in her mouth.

"Gosh!" she breathed flipping back to the picture showing the girl getting her cunt licked. All of them were good, but that one seemed to thrill her the most. Maybe because never in her life had she imagined that a man might want to put his mouth down there where a girl was so … messy.

Billie hid the pictures safely away, then stretched out on her bed. She knew that as soon as Nora wasn't lurking around, she'd have to find some panties and put them on. It was lucky her stepmother didn't know she'd given a pair away to Jed for the pictures, or she'd have been tanned alive. It felt nice having her shorts on without panties, though … and kind of sexy, too.

The front screen door slammed and Billie went to her window to peek out. Nora was striding out toward the woods with a couple of buckets swinging at her sides. She'd be going to pick berries, Billie knew, and it would be an hour before she got back.

Yawning lazily, she skinned out of her shorts and crossed to the dresser to find a fresh pair of undies, but the reflection of her nakedness stopped her. The hair on her mound wasn't anywhere near as thick as the red curls of the woman in the pictures. In fact, Billie could easily see the little crevice of her cunt through the fine, light-colored fluff. Would a man really want to kiss a girl there? she wondered. Maybe he had just done it for the picture… maybe no one acted like that in real life. But the idea still tantalized and puzzled her.

Giving a little sigh Billie tossed a hip out at herself in the mirror, then walked back to the bed twirling the fresh pair of panties on one finger. Every added minute she was undressed it became harder to pull the silken covering up over her pubes, until finally she tossed the panties down on her bed and stretched out bare-assed against the itchy wool of the blanket.

"Please, Jesus," she prayed, "I shouldn't do this…" But it was like stopping a broken dam with a cork. Already she could feel the oily mess just inside the puffed little lips of her cunt, and when finally she could bear the excitement of being nude no longer, Billie plunged the fingers of one hand knuckle-deep in her juice. In an instant she found the nubbin of her clit, and her fingers filled it with new life. The hot little piece of flesh rose from the gushiness and stiffened a little while Billie petted herself and writhed. Her thoughts were on the red-haired woman, thighs spread so the man could lick her.

With another breathy gasp, Billie skinned her T-shirt off and reveled in the sensuous freedom of her skin. All her life, nakedness had been its own kind of naughtiness, but she wondered how something that Nora called naughty could feel so good. It was wonderful not to have one single stitch of clothing on her body to hide it. She could touch herself almost anywhere. She could feel the bed against her naked back and buttocks… and it felt nice!

Billie let her thighs fall further apart and worked up and down the full length of her slit, searching for the hole like the one the redhead had. It felt good to touch herself all along the hot little divide, but the best was when she rubbed her clit button. Last time she'd been afraid to go on… especially after the feeling had gotten so terribly intense. This time, though, she made up her mind not to stop for anything.

"I don't care if I do die," she mumbled, "I'm gonna rub myself until I cain't rub no more."

As she tickled herself, Billie found that it felt better if she strained her legs… tightening the muscles, then letting them relax.

Every time she did it a new wave of buzzy warmness surged through her cunt and tummy. Sometimes her nipples tingled without her even touching them at all. Already she'd gone further than she ever had before and still the feelings just grew more excruciatingly wonderful all the time. She made her fingers dance faster yet and the sound of them slopping and slipping in the wetness of her slit made Billie even more excited. A wave of some new sensation was building through the muscles in her tummy… sending tiny ecstatic shocks through the backs of her legs.

"What is it?" she panted, stretching with the delicious itchiness that was engulfing her. "What's happening to me?" And with a suddenness that took her breath away, the beginning spasms of Billie-Ann's very first orgasm cut through her body like a sweet knife.

"Oh, gosh! I'm gonna die for sure this time!"

But after a few moments Billie knew she wasn't going to die, and the lovely shoots of pleasure pounded one behind the other. Her fingers kneaded frantically at the delicate parts between her firm little labia while her quivering bottom tossed and bumped against the sagging mattress. Then the throes began to dwindle and eddy away into the secret places of her body as quickly as they'd come. Finally Billie found that it even hurt to keep rubbing herself, and she stopped.

A long time she just lay on the bed panting while she tried to understand what had happened. The closest thing she could think of was how Jed had pulled on himself until the stuff had come out of his cock.

But when Billie looked at her own slit, there was only the warm, slick juice she always seeped when excited… just more of it this time. It felt nice just to bask in the mellow after-feeling that seemed to well through her every pore, but whenever she thought of Nora coming back to the house, a tiny thorn of guilt began to prick her until at last Billie got up from the bed and frowned. Without thinking about it one way or the other, she put her fingers to her nose. The smell was kind of good in a way, but it only reminded her of what she'd just done, so she quickly poured a basin of water and washed her hands carefully.

Then she stretched back down on the bed to rest a minute before dressing. In an instant she was asleep.

While she slept, Billie-Ann dreamed about the dark-haired man in the photos she'd been looking at. She dreamed that he'd come into her room one night and wanted to lick her cunt. In the dream, Billie'd been too shy to refuse and when he pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs she let him. The sensation was lovely and she bucked and writhed under his wet, sucking caresses until the sharpness of it woke her with a start. Billie felt worn-out and the lips of her cunt were aching. At once she was terrified that Nora might have come back, but the old alarm clock on her dresser showed that only fifteen minutes had passed since she'd nodded off. In the dream she'd enjoyed what the man had done to her, but now that she was awake, Billie-Ann felt embarrassed and a little ashamed to even think about it. But wouldn't it be just about as strange to have a man put his stiff cock up inside her and make all that thick, creamy stuff spurt out? She shivered with the oddest kind of feeling. As naughty as it sounded, she couldn't help being curious about how it might feel.

Thinking about it made Billie jump up from the bed and dig under the mattress until she had her precious photos in her hand again. Then she got her hand mirror from a dresser drawer and put it on the bed beside her. After a few minutes of carefully studying the photos that showed the couple fucking, Billie put the picture down, spread her thighs and positioned the mirror so she could see her own soft vulva. Glancing from the photo to herself, she touched each part lightly until she'd found the spot on herself that seemed to match the place where the man's cock was going inside the redhead. Billie probed and poked. There was a little place where the flesh seemed bunched and sunken. It was below her clitoris and there didn't seem to be any other place quite like it. But it really wasn't a hole… just the beginnings of one.

Again she studied the photo, then looked back at the reflection of her cunt in the mirror. Billie was troubled by the seeming shallowness of her own body. Maybe the hole was just awfully small, she told herself … maybe a man had to stretch a girl when he went inside. The idea gave her the shivers. It would really have to hurt to be stretched that much bigger than she was right now. Billie considered this for a moment or two, shrugged and put the mirror up. Then she hid her pictures and dressed hurriedly. Nora just wouldn't understand if she came back and found her undressed like that, and Billie had experienced enough of her stepmother's wrath for one day. Sleeping nude at night was okay, but if the cranky old woman found her naked in the middle of the day, there'd be hell to pay.

Chapter 7

Billie woke up the next morning feeling strangely excited and full of new energy. She jumped naked from the bed and splashed cold water from the old porcelain basin onto her face. A few droplets fell onto her breasts and when she wiped them off with a towel, she realized that her tits were sore to the touch. Just walking across the room made enough friction between her legs to feel awfully good. Even something so ordinary as dressing made her sigh: the way her dress felt going over her shoulders and nipples and back, the way her panties snugged up against her hot mound and clasped her trim little cheeks in tight nylon. Even the way the elastic band cut into the flesh of her hips gave her a rush.

"This is something!" she whispered to her image in the mirror, "really something."

Then Billie-Ann remembered that it was a special morning. It was her birthday and she was fourteen! Hurrying, Billie brushed her hair down and finished dressing. Nora had breakfast ready when she came bouncing into the kitchen and when she sat down she found an envelope beside her plate. Inside was a soiled and crumpled one-dollar bill.

"Thanks, Nora," Billie said, a little surprised that her stepmother had even remembered the date.

Nora shot her a sharp glance that had just the trace of a smile in it.

"In my day we didn't get nothin' for a fourteenth birthday, but nowadays kids expect so much."

Billie didn't think that a dollar was really much at all, but she stuck it in the single pocket on the front of her smock-like dress and started eating. It would have been nicer, she thought, if Nora had kissed her instead. But lots of her birthdays had passed without anyone remembering whether she was alive or dead.

Without being asked to, Billie gathered the eggs and slopped the hogs.

She was hoping that if she worked hard enough that morning, Nora might stay off her back for a while… or at least long enough for Billie to wander alone in the woods. She was starting to grow up and she wanted to be alone and think about so many things that had to be thought about.

While she was feeding the chickens, Nora came up and stood behind her, watching. "We might make something of this place," her stepmother said,

"if you keep putting your heart in it like that."

"I've already told Miz Crumpers that we can use her son Lonnie for a few weeks." Nora nodded toward the overgrown garden patch behind the chicken coop. "I'm gonna have him clean up them weeds and put in some vegetables. It still ain't too late to have enough for canning."

Billie knew Lonnie Crumpers from the time when she'd gone in to town to school. He was ten or eleven by now and not a bad kid that she could remember. "But the Crumpers live ten miles away," she said. "How will Lonnie get home at night?"

"He'll be staying here during the week," her stepmother told her. "I promised Miz Crumpers his room and board and a dollar a day. We can make him a pallet on the floor in your room."

"Aw, but Nora," Billie protested, "I don't have enough room as it is and…"

"Just hush now. He'll be staying in there on a pallet and that's all there is to it. I won't have him in my room waking me up all night."

She picked up a pail and rattled it as if to end the argument.

Billie finished the rest of the chores in sullen silence, and when Nora had stretched out on the couch in the front room for her midday nap, she skipped down the front steps and crossed the road into the cool blue shadows of the woods. For the first time in months, Billie-Ann felt really lonely. She never thought much about not having any real friends her own age, but turning fourteen was kind of special and with no one to share it with… sad. What made it even worse was Nora moving Lonnie Crumpers right into her very own room. Billie bit her lower lip and kicked at a mushroom. The domed white cap split into a dozen fragments and scattered over the crushed leaves and twigs ahead of her.

Billie walked in no particular direction and she was only partially aware that her footsteps were taking her in a roundabout way toward Basset's Pond. Then, when she was near enough to make out the shimmering reflection of the water, she realized at once she'd come that way on purpose… hoping to find Hanson there again. The shock of comprehending this made her skin jump, and she stopped. What business did a white girl have alone in the woods with a colored boy? And Hanson was much older than she was.

The quiet rustle of leaves filled the air above her. Billie scanned the banks of the pond and saw no one. In spite of her shame for coming down to that spot, she felt a little twinge of disappointment, and the loneliness she'd been fighting filled her again.

"Kinda hot today, ain't it?" said someone behind her.

Billie whirled so fast that her long hair flung halfway across her face. It was Hanson, sitting with his back against a tree. A thicket had kept her from seeing him when she'd walked by. Beside him was a stack of paperback books… one was open in his lap.

"I… I…" Billie stopped trying to speak and gulped instead. Her mouth was dry and those peculiar little flutters were in the top of her belly again.

Hanson smiled at her as if he'd guessed what was happening. Then he waved a hand at the books beside him. "See here what I brought ya?"

Billie knelt down beside him and looked at each book in the stack.

There were a couple of mysteries and a science fiction or two and something real thick that looked like a novel about a man with a lot of women. It was enough reading to last her quite a while and the nicest birthday present she'd gotten all day… the nicest birthday present she'd gotten ever. Except maybe when her dad had bought her the sandals.

"Thanks," Billie said. "They all look real good. I cain't wait to start one."

"You really do like to read, don't you?" Hanson asked, studying her.

Billie dropped her lashes and smiled. "It's… all I have to do, I guess." For an uncomfortable moment or two both of them were silent.

Billie knew that she should probably take the books and go, but she couldn't bring herself to. She wanted to stay. She couldn't stand for that lonely feeling to come back again to haunt her… not on her birthday. Maybe a few minutes longer would be all right. "I'm fourteen today!" she said brightly, trying to make conversation.

Hanson gave her another long, warm look. "Well then, I'm glad I brought you somethin'. You can call those books your present from me."

Billie nodded, smiling. "That's what I was thinking." She hugged the books and looked around nervously. When she glanced back at Hanson he was looking at her bare legs below the hem of the short dress she had on. At the same time Billie studied his smooth features and muscled shoulders. What was the danger Nora always nagged about? What was the real reason a white girl wasn't supposed to ride with a black boy? When Billie-Ann rode with Jed, her stepmother never said a thing about it.

Billie compared the two men in her thoughts. Seeing Jed's cock had given her an excited feeling all right, but it hadn't been anything like when she'd stumbled upon Hanson naked in the pond. Maybe that was it. Maybe black men had a way about them that made girls more sexy, Billie thought. She looked at him again while he drew circles in the dirt with a stick, and decided that there was something about Hanson that made her feel light and fluttery in her chest. But whatever might scare her about him took second place today. Alone in the woods the two of them were cut off from the hates and troubles of life outside and at least for a short time she could enjoy another person's company.

"You're so quiet," Hanson said, breaking the silence.

"Just thinking."

"Let me guess." He puckered his mouth, then tilted his head at her.

"You're thinking here I am alone with this niggah in the woods… I wonder how long it'll be before he grabs me and…"

Billie blushed and gave a shy little laugh. "I really wasn't thinking that at all…"

Hanson was laughing, too, but kept on. "… and then you're thinking, boy, I sure am glad nobody can see us…"

"I… I don't think I care if anybody does," Billie said, even though she knew that was only partly true.

"Well if you don't care, I sho do!" Hanson said, looking down his nose at her. "I mean just what do you think all them niggahs in Dooberville would say if they saw me with a white girl?"

Billie-Ann tried to hold it back, but then burst out in shrieking giggles and it was plain that Hanson was enjoying her amusement. "I don't know," she finally was able to say. "What would they say if they saw us together?"

"Here's what they'd say." Hanson grinned mightily and shouted, "Look out, boy, the sheriff's comin'!"

That set Billie off laughing again. It wasn't at all like she might hurt Hanson's feelings-he seemed to want her to laugh, and she understood how the way he poked fun at the ugly way some things were made them seem silly and ridiculous. Billie looked at Hanson like she'd never really seen him before.

"I never met a colored…" She mumbled to a stop but then went on, sure that he would forgive whatever she might say. "I never met a colored person like you before."

Hanson slapped his thigh and looked slyly at her. "That's what an education'll do for a black man."

"Gosh!" Billie felt almost as if Hanson were working a spell on her or something. It was mostly the warm way she felt talking with him. "I bet college is tough."

"Nothin' to it." He leaned back against the tree again and gazed up into the thick leaves. "All you need is a little natural rhythm and a good ear."

While Hanson chuckled quietly, Billie-Ann considered what he had said.

She was still wondering if she might have natural rhythm when he put his book down and stood up.

"Let's take a swim and cool off… what do you say?"

Billie felt herself stiffen. Already Hanson had grabbed the bottom of his jersey with both hands and was skinning it up over his head.

"Maybe I'd b-b-better not," she said. "I don't have anything to wear."

Hanson hung the jersey on a tree branch and reached for the buckle of his blue jeans. "Okay, but it's mighty hot to sit out on the bank."

Billie-Ann's heart was in her throat. She didn't know whether to run or turn her back or what. If Hanson let her see his big brown cock closeup she might faint. But then she knew she was letting her imagination run away with her. Of course, Hanson wouldn't just strip down to the buff right in front of her… it was silly to think he would. Just like she'd figured, he left his underwear on, though there didn't seem to be much to them. They were made of some blue satin mesh and hung low on Hanson's hips. The holes in the loose-woven material were just big enough for her to spy some brown skin underneath. Hanson stretched, and the shelves of muscles in his chest and flat stomach moved, completely capturing Billie's attention. He was really built, she kept thinking.

In fact, he was so powerful-looking it made her feel helpless and she hugged her books tighter against the front of her flimsy little dress.

It would be better if she went home… right away. Before Hanson got the wrong idea. It was then that Billie realized Hanson had been watching her again, and she gave him a weak smile. His hip jutted out and he was rubbing a hand slowly back and forth across his broad chest.

"I been thinking about you and I got a theory."

Billie shrugged. "Oh?"

"The trouble with you is all your life people been telling you never let a niggah boy touch you." He put his hands on his hips and scratched one leg with the sole of his foot. "So now you're just shivering and ashaking, scared to death that we might bump up against each other or that I might grab you real good and give you a heart attack or something."

Billie-Ann tried hard to meet his eyes. "Maybe…" She knew he was right. Hanson always was.

"So why not let's get it over with?" He put out his hand, palm up.

"Here, give me your hand."

Billie stepped back another foot, eyes wide and mouth set tight.

"Cain't w-we wait?"

"Come on! Put your hand on mine. Ain't nothin' gonna rub off."

Not to do it would have made her feel like a complete idiot, so Billie extended her arm and laid a trembling hand in Hanson's. He closed his fingers warmly over it but didn't try to pull her closer.

"Relax, for Chrissake!" he ordered. "I ain't breakin' any bones, am I?"

A laugh caught her unaware and she shook her head. "No. 'Course not."

But her knee joints felt weak and loose.

"So see there," Hanson chuckled, releasing her fingers, "we got it over with now, and you look as well off to me as you did a minute or two ago." He put a finger to his chin and took in the full length of her body. "Fact is, you might even look a little healthier."

"You must think I'm awful stupid," Billie-Ann mumbled, looking down at her feet.

"Naw." He put his hand out again and this time Billie gave him hers without hesitation. "It's them old folks that are stupid. My parents ain't no better'n yours. If my mother knew I was down here alone in the woods with a white girl, she'd run me out of the house with a shotgun."

Billie had just decided that she liked the way her hand felt inside Hanson's… liked the way his fingers wrapped clear over hers, hiding them. This time when he released her, she let her palm linger for a moment against his and then quickly took it back.

"Well," he said, shrugging, "I'm gonna get wet. Why don't you stick around for a while and we can talk some more?"

Billie-Ann watched him wade out until he was chest deep. Then he pushed forward and swam a few strokes to an old overhanging tree.

"Boy, that sure feels fine," he laughed, blowing water from his mouth.

The water did look inviting. Maybe she could wade a little anyway and cool off some. Quickly she kicked off her sandals and gingerly stepped through the broken branches and rocks until she felt the mossy bottom under her feet. The water lapped around her ankles and she made her way out from the bank carefully until it was up to her knees. Hanson hung from his elbow on the old waterlogged tree, watching her and making little splashes with his feet. Billie walked in circles, feeling the fine silt at the bottom squish between her toes. She was glad she'd decided to get a little wet. She was trying to stay away from what looked like the deepest part of the pond when her foot touched a big flat rock. Billie put her weight on it but immediately felt the rock shift forward and then she was slipping down into the drop-off.

"Hey! Watch out!" Hanson yelled, but Billie barely heard his words as the cold water closed over her head. The thin little dress she was wearing ballooned out with trapped air and she felt her bottom smack into the soft mud. Then she was paddling with both arms for the surface. Two strong hands closed around her tiny waist and her head broke water.

"Gosh!" she gasped, slinging her water-soaked hair from her eyes.

"I didn't know whether you could swim or not," Hanson said. He was standing very close.

"I can't," she said, smiling, "but I think I was just 'bout to learn."

Billie was glad Hanson was so tall. She still couldn't touch bottom with her toes.

"There's a big old hole here. I didn't know it came this far back or I would've warned you." His hands clasped her middle just a little bit harder. "You better just hold around my neck and I'll walk you out to the far bank. Mud's too slick to climb back the way you came."

The lapping water tickled Billie-Ann's neck and she circled her arms around Hanson's neck as he'd told her. Her teeth had begun to chatter with the sudden shocking chill, but with her body close to his chest, she could feel his warmth. The way her dress was floating up in the water bothered Billie, but she couldn't do anything about it. Hanson walked carefully, feeling his way along the uneven bottom, but almost every step he took made their bare legs brush together. The wetness of her panties made her feel as if she didn't have any on at all, and every so often their bellies touched, too. She felt his hipbones bumping hers, but the harder she tried to keep it from happening, the more their bodies seemed to stick together. Then Hanson's cheek was touching her own and she felt his short round nose brush tenderly under her left ear lobe. His arms seemed like strong bands of muscle around her back; then their legs almost tangled and Hanson staggered and stopped in the deepest part of the pond.

"God, you're a pretty girl, Billie-Ann," he whispered.

She felt his lips against her skin. Billie closed her eyes and clung tight to Hanson Allen's strong neck. Things kept trying to come into her mind… bad, disturbing things that Nora had hollered at her as long as she could remember and yet her pounding senses threatened to push all that away. Hanson had her in his arms and they were in water up to their necks and their bodies felt delicious pressed together under the surface. Why did she keep feeling it was so wrong… wrong like touching herself… wrong like getting a ride from a colored boy she'd known all her life? Hanson nuzzled her neck again and she felt his tongue dart into the inner curls of one ear. Then his mouth was very close to her own and when she tried to turn her head, strong hands framed her face and held her. Full, brown lips brushed damply over hers …

"No, Hanson… nooo!" But even as she mumbled the words, his tongue had forced her lips apart. Billie felt faint. A colored boy… a black … a nigger was kissing her. He was licking her lips and teeth and mouth, covering her with his spit.

"You're too pretty not to kiss," he told her, wetting the tip of her nose and then each cheek in turn. Her dress was still floating high in the water and Billie thought she could sense some new hardness graze her bare tummy. The fronts of their thighs touched. Billie sighed, confused with the lovely sensations that she knew she shouldn't be enjoying. Finally she let her head flop onto his shoulder while he devoured the soft skin of her neck.

Strong, warm fingers pushed up under the waist of her dress and rubbed the narrow place between her sharp little shoulder blades until Billie couldn't keep from moaning She was sure now that the hardness she'd felt against her tummy was Hanson's huge shaft jutting up from his groin but trapped against his stomach by the thin mesh shorts he wore.

She could feel it better now, because he was pressing a hand against the small of her back, making their bodies rub and touch and cling. It was much different from daydreaming about sex. More like when she'd played with her cunt… it was that kind of feeling, but more intense.

Hanson guided her bottom near again and Billie gasped as her hipbone raked over the hard length of his penis. Then he'd taken her whole ear into his mouth, nibbling and pinching it with his teeth. Billie-Ann gave a little whine, half-panic, half-excitement, as Hanson covered her lips again, sucking her spit into his mouth as if she were some exotic fruit he wanted to munch. The rush of thrilling heat that swelled her loins made Billie's mouth go soft, and she let him mash it open until even their teeth scraped. Hanson was trying to make her move her ass up and down and though she tried to resist him, the deliciousness of being so close weakened her. For an instant she let the water buoy her against his stiffness. Billie whimpered with the feverish closeness of their parts, but a sliver of guilt worked its way into her pleasure, and she arched her mound back away.

"It's not like we were really doing it," she whimpered breathily against Hanson's neck, trying to free herself from Nora's glowering face.

"What you say, baby?" Hanson whispered.

"Nothin'," she sighed, "nothin' at all."

Kissing her again, Hanson put both hands on the outward swells of her asscheeks and forced her body against his with such heated passion that it took Billie's breath away. Underwater, the lips of her cunt were being forced apart and the sensitive insides rubbed against the ridge of his cock… her flesh hidden only by a thin piece of nylon.

"Oh, God… maybe we'd b-better quit."

But Hanson lurched in the water, and for a second Billie thought they were going under. Frightened, she hooked her ankles behind his long legs and clung to his neck all the tighter. Hanson groaned. Their pelvises were so tightly pushed together that she could feel him pumping himself up and down against the bare skin of her tummy. But his mesh shorts… they were pulled down!

"Billie," he whispered hotly, "Oh, Billie, you're so damn fine!"

Her mind reeled. She could clearly feel the outline of his meat sinking into the soft flesh around her navel. His hands clutched her bottom harder than ever, making her move in rhythmic circles. Then a tiny hot jet of something spurted against her belly. Again and again it spurted and each time she could feel the warmth clearly touching her skin before the water washed it away. When she looked down beside them, long milk-white tendrils floated up in the pond and Billie was sure what had happened.

Everything seemed dreamy and unreal but they were moving through the water again. Thankfully, Billie felt the cool shade of the big tree that hung over the pond and she circled first one hand and then the other around a mossy limb. Then Hanson was helping her along it and up onto the grassy bank. Finally he staggered out himself and collapsed beside her. She saw right away that he'd jerked his mesh shorts up again, but they barely covered the swollen, pulsing organ that had just burst its juices against her stomach.

Neither of them spoke. Billie looked at Hanson's brown skin… looked at his small, tight ears and woolly hair, the rounded nose and thick lips. Hanson Allen seemed beautiful to her, but she felt so terribly afraid and so awfully young beside him. Nora's hateful warnings echoed in her ears and though she clasped her wet hands tight against the sides of her head, she couldn't shut them out. What would a colored boy think of any white girl he could mess with like Hanson had messed with her? Maybe her stepmother was right-maybe she was trashy.

Hanson rolled over and gave her a long, passionate look. "Listen, Billie…"

"I've got to git home," she said, standing up. Her nipples were pointing straight out from the slight swells of her growing titties, and the way her wet dress clung it wasn't much different from being naked.

"Billie, I really care for you." Hanson's eyes bore into her like coals in his dark face. "I want you to go with me to Elsie Shelton's this Thursday night. Have a little beer. Dance some, maybe."

Billie-Ann looked up at him knowing she couldn't have heard right. No colored boy took a white girl out at night. And especially not to Elsie Shelton's. But a weirder thought than that was making her face go hot and red. In a way, she really wanted to go.

"You know we cain't, Hanson." Billie tried to pull the wet wrinkles out of her dress, but it only showed more of her lithe little body.

"How tall are you anyway?" he asked. "'Bout five-foot-four, I guess."

"You look like a pretty little colt of a girl. Them legs… So nice and…"

"Look, I've got to go…" Billie started around to the other side of the pond. Hanson grabbed her and swung her around. Billie felt his closeness again and realized why she was so lumpy… her tight little cunt ached for more scratching.

"Nobody's gonna know if you go with me over to Elsie's."

"They'd know," she said, not trying to pull away from his grip. She wasn't quite so afraid of him now, but the obvious fact that Hanson could do about anything he pleased with her gave Billie a chill.

"Onliest people that go to Elsie Shelton's is other niggahs," he laughed.

Billie wasn't used to the way he used that word to call his own kind.

It even made her wince sometimes to say it.

"I cain't go… really!" Hanson let her pull away and she walked to the tree where she'd left the books he'd given her. Hanson's footsteps crunched close behind her.

"I want to see you again, Billie. I'll get my pa's pickup Thursday. You wait behind the big elm by the road just down from our place and I'll pick you up at eight."

Billie was filled with emotions she wasn't used to handling. As soon as she had her sandals on, she clasped the paperbacks and started back out through the woods. "Bye, Hanson… thanks for the nice books."

"You be there!" he called after. "You ain't had no fun till you been to Elsie's."

All the way back home Billie felt strange things twisting and tearing inside her. Of course she couldn't possible go with Hanson anywhere. A lot of it was being afraid of going against the rules, but even more than that was her not being able to trust her own emotions. Billie's heart went crazy each time she thought of the way he had clutched her to him in the pond. And yet though Hanson did frighten her, she remembered happily what he'd said to her just before she'd left: "I want to see you again, Billie." That's what he'd said, she thought, smiling. God, a grown man really wanted to see her again!

***

When Billie got home, her clothes were still wet. She tried to let them dry in the sun before going inside, but finally gave it up and decided she'd try to make it to her room without Nora catching on. Mrs.

Crumpers' car was parked in front and when Billie went up the porch steps she heard the two women talking in the kitchen. Lonnie was sitting quietly by his mother, and his eyes met Billie's for an instant as she crept around the corner and into her room. By the time she'd changed to some dry clothes, Mrs. Crumpers was gone and she could already hear the boy chopping at the stiff weeds in the garden patch out back. It was just like Nora to put him to work on his first afternoon there, Billie thought. And on such a hot day, too.

Billie stretched back on her cot and thought about the dirty pictures Jed had given her, and Hanson Allen… especially the details of what had happened to her at Basset's Pond. She could remember vividly how it had felt to have her warm young mound pushed tight against Hanson's cock. When she thought of that same big thing pressed deep into the soft flesh of her tummy, Billie had to rub a hand over the magic place where his seed had gushed out against her bare skin. Why did growing up have to happen so fast? she wondered. It seemed that most of her life she'd been bored, waiting for… something. And now it was on her all at once. Billie frowned and closed her eyes. There was a lot more to being fourteen than she'd imagined. And every day would find her just a little bit older-a little bit smarter about things. With a sigh, she picked up one of the books Hanson had given her and quickly lost herself in the words.

Chapter 8

All through supper that night, Lonnie kept giving Billie-Ann funny, shy little smiles. Billie really didn't mind Lonnie being around. What made her mad was having to share her small room with him.

After supper Billie did the dishes and Lonnie dried. It was half-past eight when Nora went to bed, and Billie decided she'd read some more on the book she'd started. When she was stretched out on her bed, puzzling over a long word, Lonnie came in and started to undress. Nora had fixed him a thin, narrow pallet against one wall, and though it didn't look very comfortable to Billie, the boy didn't seem to mind.

"Hey, B-Billie-Ann," he stammered after taking' off his shirt, "could you close your eyes till I'm under the sheets?"

Billie looked at him, then laughed. "Sure." It tickled her that a tenyear-old didn't want her to see him naked. But when she heard his belt buckle clank as he dropped his pants on the floor, she turned her head mischievously and peeked across at Lonnie. His back was to her, but as he bent down to pull back his sheet, she saw the small white snake drooping from his crotch. It was completely smooth, like a skinny tube.

She recalled that Jed Judson's had a ridge flaring out near the end where it was bigger. Billie frowned and tried to remember more details.

She couldn't be sure about Hanson's cock. Even with it pushed up against her that very afternoon, Billie had never really had the courage to try to get a good look. And the first time, when she'd spied him naked through the bushes, Hanson had been too far away. While Lonnie scrambled to hide himself under the single worn sheet, Billie turned to peek once again. Just before his body was covered she got a good look at the soft little sac hanging underneath, its thin skin outlined with the egg-shaped balls inside. Feeling strangely warm, Billie returned to her book but after half a page or so, she couldn't concentrate on the words.

"How come you sleep naked?" she asked Lonnie in a teasing way.

"You peeked," he said, his voice a little angry. "Oh, don't be mad."

Billie shrugged. "I sleep that way, too." She reached up and turned off the bedlight. Then, satisfied that the room was dark enough, she wriggled out of her pants, panties and T-shirt and pulled the sheet up.

For a while she thought of Hanson wanting her to go with him to Elsie's. There was no way she could let herself do it… even if she did find the courage. Elsie Shelton's was known all over the county, and though the law never stopped the goings-on, the place was notorious. Billie'd heard that white folks were welcome at Elsie's from time to time, but not many. Jed had told her once that white musicians from the city often stopped there, and she remembered his sneering laugh when he said those kind of whites weren't really any different from niggers anyway. Of course, Billie knew she'd be accepted if she went with Hanson, but the idea of walking into a colored bar gave her the shudders.

The problems of even going anywhere with Hanson bothered Billie and she tried to think only of how nice it had been in the woods. She'd never really been hugged by any man before… not even her daddy. Hugging felt awful good. And it must have felt good to Hanson, too… good enough to make that white stuff come out of his cock. Billie rubbed her thighs together and sighed. Maybe Hanson had been pretending that he was putting his cock up inside her body while he moved against her.

A sudden wind blew the curtains open and there was a rumble of thunder.

Then the wind rushed through the trees around the house, and lightning made everything in the room brighter for an instant. A thunderclap rumbled loud and near. Billie-Ann thought she heard a whimper, but with the storm beginning outside she wasn't sure. Then she heard it again … louder. It was a whimper. It was Lonnie.

Billie peered at the shadows across the room. "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared," Lonnie quavered back.

"Just put your head under the pillow," she said, turning back over.

"It's nothing but a thunderstorm."

As she spoke, new rumblings filled the room and the wind tore at the curtains. Billie sat up in bed to lower the window a little and felt a shivering body sitting very close to her.

"Lonnie!" she scolded. "Now go back over there and go to sleep. The thunder isn't going to hurt-"

"My sis lets me stay with her when it thunders," he said in a shaking voice. The lightning lit up the room again, and she saw the blond, curly locks hanging over his forehead. A tear poised in the corner of each eye.

"Oh, my gosh!" She rumpled his head and put an arm around his shoulders. It didn't seem strange for them both to be naked, especially since Lonnie was just a scared little kid. A monstrous bolt hit not far from the house and the thunder shook the walls of Billie's tiny room.

"Shitaree!" Lonnie cried. "What are we gonna do!"

"I'm gonna lay down and try to go to sleep and you're gonna go back to your-"

Lonnie's thin arms circled Billie's waist, and a tear-stained cheek pressed against one of her naked titties.

"Okay, get under the sheets," she said, throwing back the covers, "but as soon as it's over, you've got to scat. This bed ain't big enough."

Billie hadn't thought that the small form of Lonnie Crumpers beside her would be at all sexy. She just hadn't been thinking of him in that way at all… even when he moved his legs down next to hers, put one of his freckled arms around her tummy and pressed his cheek harder against a titty nipple. But right away the fluttery little feelings began between the damp lips of her cunt, and she noticed her breathing had changed. Everything that had been happening over the past few days was teaching her something new, and Lonnie's body so close and smooth and warm seemed to be just one more lesson. Curious, Billie shifted slightly so that her curves pressed closer to Lonnie's thin form. Just doing that sent a jolt of pleasure through her back, ending with a new warm tingle in her tight little rectum and a glow that spread through her asscheeks. For some reason she felt like kissing Lonnie on the forehead… so she did. Lonnie hugged her a little tighter and turned slightly on the narrow mattress. Suddenly she could feel the exact shape of his pretty little white cock pushing against the outside of her thigh. It didn't feel as soft as it had looked to her before.

"You awake?" she whispered.

Lonnie nodded. The curiosity she'd been wrestling with all through the past week welled up hot in her again. Maybe she could find out a few things from Lonnie. He was so young and safe. Yes, that was it. She felt much safer with Lonnie than with Hanson.

"Do you get in bed with your sister much?"

"Sometimes," Lonnie said. He wiggled his face ever so slightly and Billie felt his nose brush one of her tiny, formless nipples. Right away the small sprout pushed up a little from the softness,… the way it had when her chest had rubbed against Hanson's at the pond.

"Do you like to sleep next to a girl better than alone?"

"Lots better," Lonnie said, and she could feel him smile against her skin.

"Why?"

"Gosh… it just feels nicer, that's all." He shrugged in the darkness and wiggled even closer against her. "You know, so soft and warm and all."

"Yeah, I think I know," Billie whispered against his hair.

"Hey, could you scratch my back?" the boy asked.

Billie-Ann put an arm around his shoulders and started making slow circles with her fingernails. She moved down to the small of his back and then up again, feeling the little bumps of his ribs as she scratched, and thinking how funny it was that touching another person always did funny things to the toucher, too. Billie shifted her hips and realized just how wet her secret place was getting. She found herself wanting to kiss Lonnie again and instead of thinking about the reasons why she shouldn't, she simply pushed his curly hair back from his forehead and once more pressed her lips against his brow. This time Lonnie raised his cheek from her tittie and looked up. In the darkness Billie could feel his warm breath and could see the soft outline of his chin. She knew their mouths were very close together, and it seemed natural to go ahead and do what she really wanted to do anyway. After all, he was just a kid. Lonnie didn't move a muscle, and Billie was even afraid he might be holding his breath as their lips clung softly for a moment. She'd almost pulled away when Lonnie made a tiny move in her direction, as if he wanted to kiss some more. She kissed him longingly, even moving her wet mouth the way Hanson had done to her.

Then the boy touched her lips with his tongue, and Billie broke it off with a murmur of surprise.

"Gosh… for a little kid you sure know how to kiss."

"My sis kisses me." Lonnie laid his face back against her bare tittie.

Billie-Ann thought about Lonnie's sister. She didn't really know her very well, because the girl had been two grades ahead of Billie at school.

"Do you and your sister… ever do anything else?" It was a daring question, and she knew as soon as she'd asked it she'd gone too far.

"I… I better not tell. Gloria would be mad." Billie didn't say anything for a while, afraid she might scare Lonnie into silence. After a few moments she hugged him tight against her again and when the thrilling little breathlessness had passed, she put her mouth close to his ear.

"I wouldn't ever tell," she whispered. "Please tell me."

"Well… we kiss a lot. I like that." He blinked his eyes, and the long blond lashes tickled Billie-Ann's shoulder. "Sometimes she touches me…"

Billie could feel her body trembling all over and tried not to let Lonnie know how excited his words had made her. It was like finding out the most secret secrets of life, and she was actually weak with anticipation of his next words. Another bolt of lightning jabbed the night air outside, but the thunder that followed was further away. A slow patter of rain had begun to wet the windowpanes and the air was cool and fresh-smelling.

"Where… does Gloria touch you?"

"Let me have your hand."

Billie-Ann was surprised that her promise not to tell had won Lonnie over so completely, and her breath came shallow and weak as his small hand guided her fingers down to his crotch. The thin, stringy boy had to pull his body away from hers some, and then he pushed her palm against his cock. Billie was only a little surprised to find it rigid, and she immediately wrapped her fingers snugly around the small warm hose.

"Gosh," Lonnie gasped, "that's just how Sis does it."

"It feels good?"

"Boy, does it ever!"

It was terribly exciting to feel the shape of Lonnie's little penis.

The storm outside blew further away and the clouds moved to let the moon shine through. It had been too hot in the tiny room to keep covered and now Billie-Ann could see clearly the long, bony shape of Lonnie's body glued close to hers. Even though he was shorter, they fit well together. She looked down at the small, stiff cock in her hand and knew she had a perfect chance to learn lots more.

"Can I look at you… down there, Lonnie?"

"You mean my prick?"

"Uh-huh."

"I don't care. It feels good with you touching it." She heard his swallow. "Could you keep touching it?"

"Okay."

Billie sat up cross-legged in the bed and Lonnie rolled over on his back to let her have a better look. She ran her fingers up and down the satiny white skin and with a cautious fingertip touched the wrinkled little sac underneath. Lately Billie'd been thinking a lot about boys and the way they were put together. Before her daddy had left for good, they'd had more animals around the place. She'd been too young then to pay attention, but now she could faintly remember a time when her pa had said something about deballing some calves. Billie'd asked her daddy why. He'd given a funny laugh and told her it was so they wouldn't grow up and give the cows more babies than he had money to feed. None of it had made much sense to Billie at the time… she hadn't even known where the balls were on a bull calf until lots later.

But now as she felt Lonnie's spongy little eggs roll around inside their sac she was sure she had it right for once. That's where the baby-making stuff came from and when it got squirted into a girl's body … she was knocked up!

When Billie moved Lonnie's cock again, she realized that the outer skin moved back and forth easily over the hard little shaft underneath. As she moved the skin further and further back, she discovered the shiny purple head she'd been looking for. Lonnie had one, too; it was just hidden by the long covering of skin. She pulled it back more, and the tip rode clear of the surrounding flesh so she could see the graceful curve of the ridge behind. Lonnie had started to squirm a little, and Billie figured that playing around like that must feel as good to him as it did when she rubbed her own slick parts. She felt nice and tingly sitting cross-legged over Lonnie's body, her hair hanging down on each side of her face as she bent closer to his pretty penis. It was like a toy compared to Jed's or Hanson's. Lonnie gave a moan and she saw his stomach jump.

"I'm sorry," she said, quickly pulling the white skin of his tube back over the wet velvet head. "I didn't mean to hurt-"

"No… it feels good," Lonnie managed to say. He wriggled a little against the bed and pushed his buttocks up.

"You mean, to pull the skin back like that feels good?" Billie-Ann asked, remembering now what she'd watched Jed Judson do to himself.

"Ohhh, gosh, yes."

Billie tried moving the skin tube up and down a few times and each time she did it, Lonnie's body gave a small jerk. There was a wet, clicking sound every time the head was uncovered, and she could smell the soft, musky aroma. The rigid little penis had gotten even stiffer now and she could feel the way it curved back into his body.

"Does your sister do this, too?" Billie asked, guessing the answer before Lonnie could find breath enough to speak.

"Yeah…"

She was sitting with a foot bent under her and felt her sex honey wetting one ankle. Billie's hot little slit felt like it needed scratching bad, and she knew that just handling Lonnie's cock had put her into such a state.

"Do… do you ever do anything to Gloria?" she asked.

"Oh, sure, I-" Lonnie was suddenly quiet.

"Come on," Billie whispered. "It's all right. I already promised I'd never tell a soul."

"Well…" Lonnie sounded uncertain. "She gets me to lie on top of her and… and…"

Billie-Ann had her eyes closed… letting the words do terrible and exciting things to her fluttering heart. "And what?" Billie stopped moving her hand on Lonnie's stiff little snake, breathless for the boy's next secret.

"She kind of wiggles around until my prick gets all wet and slippery from rubbing in her crack. Then she makes me push it inside." The boy moved his hips slightly, as if he wanted Billie-Ann to touch his cock some more. "And it makes her act real funny."

It was hard for Billie to concentrate on what she was doing to Lonnie and listen to the thrilling, burning description at the same time, but she noticed that the boy's breathing was growing faster and knew, too, that she had control of what was happening. She looked at his thin young body in the moonlight again. A crazy desire to stretch out on top of him made her almost choke with passion.

"Do you like to do that with her?"

"Oh, sure. It feels all squishy and hot, but Gloria starts hugging too hard after a while and trying to make me go inside more… but I can't." Lonnie frowned in the moonlit room.

"Tell me more, Lonnie," Billie begged. "Please tell me more!"

"Well, I get to itching. It's like an itch on the end of my thing and I like it at first but it gets so bad that it starts hurting." He frowned again and chewed his lip. "That's when Gloria always gets on top and pushes too hard. It always hurts like hell."

"Gosh!" Billie sighed.

"Gloria says when I get older something will come out of my prick when it itches like that and it'll feel good."

Billie felt as if she and Lonnie were somehow cut off from the rest of the world. Alone in the soft-lit cubicle of her room, she felt as isolated as she had at Basset's Pond. She hadn't forgotten that Nora would think she was terribly wicked to be doing what she was doing, but there were yet naughtier things on Billie's mind… things she knew she couldn't stop herself from doing.

"Lonnie… w-would you do me like you do to Gloria?"

He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at her, a blond curl almost hiding one eye. "Sure."

Awkwardly, Billie snuggled down on her back and just as clumsily Lonnie managed to get on top of her. She could feel every sinew in his body … his small sharp bones knifed into her and added to the feeling of being under a male for the first time in her life. It didn't take Billie-Ann long to decide she liked the way it felt. Lonnie's stiff cock brushed against the bony hump of her lightly furred mound, and she felt him fumbling… trying to guide it lower. She sighed and opened her thighs slightly, giddy with the knowledge of what she was doing. It was funny how unthreatened she felt with Lonnie. It was like practicing with a younger brother. Gently she put both arms over the boy's back … His hot breath burned against her neck as he rubbed his cock along the long, slick delta of her cunt, searching for a place to hide it.

"You're different than Gloria," Lonnie said finally. "I can't find your hole."

Billie-Ann had been foolishly hoping that somehow everything would just … work. She tried moving her pelvis so that her wet parts were angled upward. His sharp hardness rubbed back and forth against her buttery softness and whenever the little penis brushed over her clitoris, Billie had to shiver with the good feeling, but Lonnie wasn't having any luck finding a way into the secret fires of her body.

"I've never done it b-before," Billie said, remembering how a day or two before she'd found the place she thought was her hole.

Lonnie raised his head and nodded. "Gloria was like that, too, but she broke it with a hairbrush handle."

"Broke it?" Billie asked, feeling fear tighten the back of her throat.

The blond boy looked impatient with her ignorance. "Broke her cherry."

He studied her face. "You really don't know much, do you?"

To hear that from a ten-year-old made Billie-Ann feel like going through the floor. "No I guess I don't."

Lonnie's face brightened and he poked the blond curl out of his eye for the hundredth time. "That's okay. Gloria told me all about everything."

Billie reddened a little at Lonnie's know-it-all tone. He thought she must be lots dumber than she really was. "Well I know where my hole is," she said. "If you can't find it."

Lonnie ignored her chastising tone. "It's where you bleed from," he said.

This set Billie thinking and puzzling again. One day, only a month or so before, she'd found a spot of blood on the crotchband of her panties. How it had gotten there was a complete mystery to her, and though she'd worried about it for a day or two it'd finally been forgotten. If only there had been someone to ask or talk with she would have, but all Billie could remember were a few whispered conversations she'd overheard when she was going to school at Dooberville. At the time the word "bleeding" hadn't meant a thing to her except that the other girls seemed to think it had a lot to do with growing up. Then once she'd heard one boy snickering in the hall to another. "Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher," he'd said. Billie'd been sure he was talking about the same thing, but still felt no closer to the truth.

And now Lonnie was talking about it as if it were ordinary, common knowledge.

Billie decided to act as if she knew what he was talking about. "When did your sis start bleeding?"

Lonnie shrugged. "Long time ago. When she was thirteen, I think."

That was all it took to bring back another memory to Billie. Sometime before her thirteenth birthday, Nora had given her a box and said only,

"You'll be needin' these before long." Billie had opened the box and examined with curiosity the finely meshed cotton pads inside. Finally she'd put the things away under her bed and forgotten about them. Her stepmother had never brought up the subject again. The whole silly misunderstanding was coming clear to her now. Billie was certain she knew what the strange pads were meant for.

Lonnie had been moving his body against her all this time, still straining his stiff young shaft between the feverish lips of her cunt.

She slid her hand down between their bodies and guided him into the soft depression below her clit.

"There it is," she told him. "Push right there." For an instant, Billie was acutely aware of what was happening. She was lying naked on the bed with a very young boy on top of her… and the two of them were trying to figure out a way to fuck. Of course, Lonnie wasn't nearly as sexy as Hanson Allen, but to feel his eager prodding as she ran her hands over his skinny bottom made her sigh and cuddle his mouth against her neck, pretending.

"You sure are sloppy down there," he said.

Everything she'd seen in the naughty photos… everything she'd done with Hanson seemed to focus that moment on Lonnie's cock and her cunt.

If she could only get him inside her, she'd know how it was supposed to feel and nobody would be able to say she was so dumb any more. "Oh, can't you push harder!" she cried, clutching a hand under Lonnie's buttocks and keeping his rigid cock against her place with the other.

"It kind of hurts me," he grunted.

A tickle of pain shot through her slit and for an instant, Billie almost pulled away. But instead, she bit down on her lower lip and pulled Lonnie to her all the harder. Suddenly it was as if a knife had been pushed against her underbody. "Ouch!"

"It's going in!" Lonnie squealed excitedly. "Really, Billie, it is!"

With her hand, Billie could feel the sides of Lonnie's cock slipping by … slipping up into her body. But the sharp little pain, which had turned to a heavy, dull ache, overshadowed any other sensation. With trembling fingers, she traced the skin at the base of his member, then touched the edges of her inner cunt. Yes, he was inside her all right, but it was hard to tell much difference.

"It feels better than when I do it to Gloria," Lonnie said against the skin of her chest.

Billie-Ann arched her back and moved her bottom against the sheets, hoping she might at least feel something, but the first pain had numbed her and she was only aware of Lonnie's breathless gasps as he jabbed and lunged against her. Then slowly she began to sense something.

Lonnie's hairless body was rubbing steadily against her naked clit, and the friction had started her feet to tingling between the toes. Then she was aware of a kind of fullness… yes, Billie was sure of it.

Just barely, she could feel something inside her where before there'd been nothing… something moving in and out… it was Lonnie's small penis. She tried to press his body closer, hoping that the rubbing would do what she knew it could, but Lonnie was jumping around so much she could hardly keep hold of him at all.

"Jesus!" he cried out, "it's itching something awful!"

Then he was jerking and crying and twisting around so fast that Billie thought he might be having some kind of fit. Lonnie's violent movements began to hurt her again, as if her cherry, or whatever it was that got busted, hadn't been torn all the way when he first went in. Lonnie's jerky wiggling stopped just as quickly as it had started and he lay in Billie's arms panting like a chased dog.

"Lonnie?" she asked, "what's wrong?"

When he didn't answer, a vague fear began to grow in Billie-Ann's mind.

She hadn't even thought that it would happen so fast… that Lonnie might really… "Answer me, Lonnie!"

"I think I m-made cream," he mumbled, keeping his face pressed against her body so she couldn't look into his eyes.

"Oh, God, no!" she cried, pushing Lonnie to the side and squirming to sit up. A horrible, sinking feeling made her shoulders shake as Billie bent to look at herself in the dim light from the moon. When she saw the dark patch on the sheets between her thighs, she knew it was blood.

Up inside her was maybe something worse.

"Oh, God, Lonnie, why did you do it!" she groaned, not knowing who else to blame.

"Huh?" he asked sleepily.

"I'm knocked up for sure! What'll I do with the baby?"

"You'd better be quiet or your ma's gonna hear." Lonnie had pushed himself up, too, now and was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Billie curiously.

"She ain't my ma!" Billie snapped, turning toward the moonlit window again and spreading her cuntlips. It was hard to tell if there was any cum there or not, because she was so soaked from rubbing against Lonnie. "Are you sure something came out?"

"I'm not sure," he said, rubbing his shoulder. "It just kinda felt like it."

Billie gave him a stern look. "You better get back to bed. The storm's been over for a long time."

Lonnie jumped up obediently and went to where his pallet was. Billie heard him slip under the covets, and after a while she lay back down herself and pulled the sheet up. She was aching and nervous from not having finished her excitement the way Lonnie had. And besides that, her cunt hurt from being torn. An hour passed, and she was still worrying about what she could do… whom she could talk to. When sleep finally came, Billie-Ann dreamed that a policeman and the Baptist preacher made her walk up and down the streets of Dooberville naked… her belly swollen out with Lonnie's child.

Billie-Ann awoke with a start. Nora's grasping, dirty fingernails were digging into her arm and the old woman was shaking her so hard that her brains jiggled.

"Look what you done to that sheet!" her stepmother yelled.

Dumb with sleep, Billie stared at the dark brown splotch between her thighs. She'd meant to wake up early enough to hide the soiled linen but now it was too late for that.

"Must be my t-time," she said, knowing it was a lie but remembering that Nora had been expecting this event since Billie'd been twelve.

The wrinkled old woman still frowned, but her voice wasn't quite so harsh any more. "A girl orta know when she's gonna have her monthlies.

Here you've gone and stained a perfectly good sheet."

After Nora had stripped it from the bed and left, Billie dressed. When she walked into the kitchen, Lonnie looked down at his bowl of oatmeal.

All during breakfast neither of them spoke. Billie couldn't bring herself to feel anger or sadness or anything toward him. She was too scared and confused to think of anything but her own fate. Once the dishes were washed and put away she hurried to the outhouse so she could examine herself again. There was no more blood… no sign of anything else, either. Lonnie's juice was probably up inside her belly somewhere, she thought, making a baby. Billie remembered that most girls just went ahead and had them. Even in the sixth grade she'd heard rumors of a cheerleaders for Dooberville High getting in trouble. But that was before she'd even known how such things really happened, and she couldn't remember what the girl had done about her problem. Before she'd stopped going to school, she'd heard it said that babies could be stopped from getting born. Billie tried with all her might to think of who might know about such things. She'd been too ignorant at the time to make any sense from the information, and now when she needed it…

Finally Billie pulled her pants back up and stared at a spider weaving its web in the slanting corner of the outhouse roof. She felt like crying. There had to be someone who could help her. And in that instant she knew there was. Maybe the only person in the county who could help her Elsie Shelton.

"I'll go with Hanson, like he wants me to," she said aloud, hoping the spoken words would shore up her courage. It would be scary. And Elsie might not even want to speak to her once she was there. She could only remember seeing the heavy black woman once. Elsie had been at the bank in Dooberville and despite the whispered laughs of the white men standing around outside, she'd strutted by them like a queen instead of just another nigger. Billie had wondered then who the woman could've been to act so uppity. Yes, Elsie might laugh in her face. A silly white girl with a baby in her guts and too stupid to know what to do about it. God knows, Billie thought, that the whites had treated colored folks bad enough in past years… maybe some of it would be coming back to her this time. But seeing Elsie was her last and only hope and Billie knew it.

She finished buttoning her ragged jeans and pushed her way out of the smelly crapper. A black buzzing horsefly swooped inside just before the creaking wooden door clapped shut behind her, but Billie was already halfway up the narrow weed-lined path. It would be a week before Hanson would take her to Elsie Shelton's place down in the delta and it would take her that long to get on Nora's good side and to think of an excuse to be gone for a while on Thursday night.

Without being asked to, Billie picked up a bucket and went to the chicken coop to gather eggs.

Chapter 9

Hanson Allen put his feet up on the railing of the porch and sipped the iced tea his mama had just handed him. He was wondering whether or not he should bother borrowing his dad's pickup to drive to Elsie Shelton's that night. What he really wanted to do was see Billie-Ann Wheeler, but almost a week had passed since he'd given her the books at Basset's Pond and there'd been no sign of her either at the pond or walking the dusty roads. It was a pretty sure bet she'd decided not to go with him to Elsie's.

But ever since he'd grabbed her wet, clinging body in the wood pond and then kissed and hugged and rubbed her until his balls turned themselves inside out, Hanson had been bothered by cold sweats, sometimes in the hottest part of the day. That very morning, he'd had one hell of a dream and woke to find his cock bubbling thick semen all over the sheets.

He took another mouthful of the tea and let the details of the dream sift through his head. He'd run over them a dozen times already but couldn't resist doing it just one more time. Dreams were nice like that and Billie always acted differently in his sleeping mind than she had at the pond. In the dream she'd pulled off his skimpy mesh shorts after the two of them were on the bank together. Then while Hanson stretched back against the mossy ground, she'd steadied his huge cock and sucked it noisily into her mouth. But the dream had gotten even better. When he'd been close to coming Billie'd cupped her soft hands under his balls and swathed the underside of his penis with the pointed tip of her tongue, whimpering for him to fill her mouth until finally she took his glans to the back of her throat, and greedily gulped the scalding, spurting seed.

Hanson finished the tea with a groan and put the glass down. The heat waves were rising from the gravel road in front of the house while the trees roared with the intertwining rhythms of a million insects. Hanson gave a humorless laugh. Hell, he'd scared the shit out of that poor little white girl at Basset's Pond. That was it all right… she was just too damned white. The past few days he'd been kicking himself for being so crazy in the first place. Yeah, she was tan as a berry all right, but whiter than white inside.

"I must've been asking for trouble," he said aloud in the still air of the porch. "But goddamn it, she was a fine little piece of tail."

Hanson tightened his jaw until the muscles twitched at his temples while he thought of Billie's lovely body. The long, straight, flowing brown hair. The way it tumbled over her shoulders like strands of silk.

And those pretty, thin shoulders and that narrow, sweet-smelling back.

He laughed again, realizing that he'd never really smelled it. It would smell good, though, Hanson was sure. There was that orange T-shirt, too, that made her titties look so small and soft… tipped delicately with tiny buttons of nipple flesh. Pink nipple flesh.

Angrily, he picked up the empty glass and sucked the last ice cube into his mouth. "That's why I'm all fucked up right now!" he muttered. "I can't get that little demon off my mind." And Hanson was off again, thinking about when Billie'd slipped into the drop-off at the pond.

He'd seen the young girl's shape clearly after she'd gotten wet. That cheap, short dress sticking to her limbs like it'd been painted on. He knew from experience that his hands could encircle her gorgeously tiny waist with ease and that her boyish hips flared out only enough to say she was a girl. That much innocent beauty alone was enough, but with Billie-Ann there was yet more. Her thighs and legs had perfect proportions… long, lanky and tan. Every sinew, every bone and muscle seemed sculpted for the perfectionist, and Hanson counted himself one.

Sweet calves swelling just a little. Her ankles fine and delicate as her wrists. And to top it off, Billie's hands and feet had that childish grace and slimness that made him almost have to turn away when she moved them.

"Eatin' stuff for sho," he laughed, shoving at his swollen crotch.

There were indeed parts of Billie-Ann he had yet to see, but if the rest of her was so good her sweet cunny was most likely a masterpiece.

Hanson tried to stand up but groaned with the strangle hold his pants had on his hardened cock. Cursing under his breath, he limped to the porch rail, and, curling his fingers under it, lifted mightily until the blood surged away from his cock and into the bulging arm muscles that were now demanding it. In a few seconds he felt his parts soften and relax and he strolled into the house for another glass of tea.

Hell, he'd just have to go to Elsie's… Billie or not. At least he could get his ashes hauled by Alicia Shelton and stop thinking about white meat for a while.

At five after eight, Hanson finished drying from his bath and slipped into a pair of suede-leather pants, tight in the ass and flaring slightly over his high boots.

"Shit," he laughed, slapping the back of one thigh, "I'll show these country boys how to dress." Then he pulled on a skintight jersey, tucked it in and cinched up the silver buckle of his big brown belt.

"You be careful, son," his father called from his rocking chair as Hanson walked down the front steps. "I hear Elsie's gets to goin', even on a week night."

"Now how'd you know I'se goin' to Elsie's?" Hanson laughed, jingling the ignition keys around his finger.

Mr. Allen chuckled and stuck a crooked cigar between his teeth. "Now where else would a good-looking black boy be goin' durin' the night in this county?"

"Yeah, you right, old man," Hanson said, crossing the yard.

Lucas Allen leaned his chair against the house, smoking. "I reckon if you was in Kansas City or Memphis you'd be going somewhere else, but 'round here you'll be going to Elsie's."

Still smiling, Hanson backed the truck out of the yard and headed down the narrow, bumpy road towards the fork. It hadn't even occurred to him that Billie-Ann might decide to go with him to Elsie's, but as he passed the big tree where he'd told her to meet him, Hanson glanced to the side anyway.

"Great God almighty!" he roared, locking up all four wheels of the old truck… holding the pedal down till it slid sideways to a dusty stop.

Out of the bushes flashed Billie's fantastic long legs, her sandals slapping on her feet. Hanson saw that she had on a dress almost as worn out as the one she'd worn at Basset's Pond, and he couldn't help imagining her in something expensive and chic.

"What made you change your mind?" he asked, leaning across to pull the door handle. Billie gave him a thin smile and settled into the seat.

"I just got to see somebody," she said.

"See somebody at Elsie's?" Hanson started the truck off again. After a mile or two of silence, he swung left at the fork and studied the girl's pretty profile. She wasn't in a mood to talk, but he was more than a little intrigued about who she meant to meet at the Shelton place. Maybe there was more going on than he'd guessed.

"I didn't know you'd been out there before," Hanson said, fishing.

"I haven't." Billie crossed her legs and he heard the way her young skin sounded sliding over itself. "I want to talk to Elsie; that's all."

Hanson drove on, fitting the pieces together until at last he slapped the wheel and grinned across at his lovely little date.

"Don't tell me you went and got yourself knocked up! That's the only reason I can figure anybody wanting to go to see Elsie for." He watched Billie's childishly shaped face redden. "Here I been thinking I didn't have any competition."

At those words, Billie turned toward him. "I don't want you to think anything about what happened at the pond the other day," she said.

"Just don't think it means anything."

Hanson gave her a sly smile. "Don't jive me, baby; you was diggin' it almost as good as I was."

Billie kept her face straight ahead. They were on a long straight piece of road now and the weeds slipped quickly by on both sides of the truck. Hanson was caught up with Billie's nose now. So turned up and short… almost as short as Alicia's brown, broad one.

"Well, I'm glad you came along with me anyway," he said.

The young girl glanced over and then her face broke into a smile. Even as she looked out the window on her side, Hanson could see the smile staying at the corners of her dainty curving lips.

It was getting dark and when another pickup came towards them out of the soft colors of country dusk, Billie ducked behind the dashboard.

"Looks to be Jed Judson," Hanson said, squinting into the side mirror at the disappearing truck. "That fellow that works for Beauchamp." He narrowed his eyes at Billie as she climbed back into the seat. "You know him?"

"I know him."

Then her eyes met his and she blushed again. "It's not what you're thinkin'."

Hanson let her sit for a while without bothering. But in a moment or two he was once more looking sideways at Billie's loveliness. Her cheap, thin dress was pulled up far enough for him to make out a nickel-sized vaccination scar on one thigh and he only wished he could stop the truck and kiss it. That set him to thinking about Jed and wondering how far Billie-Ann had gone with him.

"Who you like to be with better?" Hanson asked angrily. "That stupid ofay Jed or me?" It sounded dumb, but he hadn't been able to stop himself.

He knew Billie had sensed her advantage. Lazily, she brushed the long strands of gold-brown hair from her eyes and put a skinny elbow out the window.

"You… I guess." She gave him a hard look. "But that don't mean-"

"Okay, okay," Hanson said, waving his hand. He knew he should let it ride, but it was hard having Billie so close to him and yet so far away at the same time.

"Say, how come you didn't try to get away the other day when I had you in the pool?"

Billie looked as if she were interested in an insect stuck on the windshield. "I couldn't. The water was too deep and-"

"But when I started kissing and hugging you, you just hugged right back." Hanson gave her a smile. "Don't tell me you didn't."

For the first time since he'd picked her up Billie looked cornered. "I … Well, I…"

"You were so tight against me that I had to peel you off when we got out of the water." He slowed the truck down and pulled up into the winding lane that led to Elsie Shelton's roadhouse. "You liked the way it felt, didn't you?"

"I was afraid!" Billie started nibbling the nail of one pretty finger.

"Afraid I'd let you go. Afraid I'd quit kissing that darling little neck of yours." Hanson could see that his words were having some effect. Billie's breasts were rising and falling in fast rhythm and her ears flushed pink behind the fine curtain of her hair.

"I don't think we'd better talk about it."

"And you kissed me, too." Hanson gave a tight laugh. "Now surely you didn't forget all that tonguin' and bitin'."

Billie-Ann looked down at her clenched fists. "I shouldn't have…"

"Why not?" He touched one of her hands lightly and she didn't pull away. "You kiss mighty fine for a white girl."

Elsie's big place loomed in front of them and Hanson pulled up in the front yard and turned off the key. There were cars parked everywhere, even an old motorcycle leaning against the side of the house. He looked over at Billie to see her reaction to his last words, but she was just rubbing circles with her finger on the dusty dashboard.

When Hanson got out his side, she scooted across the seat and jumped down. A jukebox was blaring through the open doorway of the big front room as he started up the walk, Billie clasped one of his arms with both hands.

"Don't l-leave me once we're inside." Her voice shook with fear.

He grinned and put an arm around her narrow shoulders. "Now that's the way I like you. Stickin' to me like paint!" Then they were inside and the familiar smell of beer and smoke hit Hanson's nostrils. As BillieAnn passed the jukebox and her lithe form reflected back the colored lights, the laughter and loud talking dwindled suddenly away. A huge man at the bar broke the silence.

"Damn if it ain't Hanson. Come here and let me buy you a beer!"

Hanson went over and slapped the man's palm. "Hey, Sam, how's it go?"

Then he lifted Billie onto a stool and stood close… pressing his chest against her warm back. Elsie came over and drew a couple of cold ones as the conversations behind them started up again. Hanson could hear the giggling laughter of Alicia and the throaty swearing of an older girl somewhere in the big room.

Elsie put the sweating glasses on the bar and bobbed her head at Billie-Ann. "She want anything?"

Hanson could see by the big woman's expression that she wasn't overjoyed at having a young white girl in the place.

"What she wants, Elsie," Hanson said, leaning forward, "is to talk with you."

Elsie Shelton looked at Billie so hard that the girl had to turn her head.

"I'm busy now. Maybe later."

As Elsie shuffled off, Hanson whispered against Billie's soft hair,

"It's okay; we'll catch her later."

"Don't be shy to no alcohol," Sam said to Billie. "Here, you can have mine and I'll get another one…"

Seeing her confusion made Hanson grin, and he nodded at her to go ahead and drink.

"Oh, no," Billie said, shaking her head. "I don't really want-"

"Go ahead now," Sam insisted, pushing the glass in front of her.

She picked the glass up and took a small sip. Then another larger swallow. The third time she set the glass back on the bar it was only half-full.

"Say now, that little gal can drink," Sam said, rocking on his stool.

"Mighty fine-lookin', too, Hanson."

"Jest don't you forget who she came in with," he told the big man, poking his bottom lip out at him. When he looked back at Billie she was biting hard on a fingernail.

"Hey, Elsie," he called, "let's have a couple more beers and you might just as well pour some shots to go with 'em!" Now that he had lovely Billie-Ann with him for the evening Hanson had stumbled onto an idea.

He wasn't especially proud of it, but it was something anyway… something that might move things along a little faster. He and Sam were going to get Billie drunk.

Chapter 10

After her second beer Billie began to feel lots better. Sam, the big man next to her, was awfully funny and the way he talked made her giggle. Hanson tried to make her drink some whiskey from a short glass, but she didn't like the way it tasted. Then he poured it into her beer and it wasn't so bad that way. She was so relaxed that she didn't even mind when Hanson left her to go play something on the jukebox. But while he dropped coins and punched buttons a slender, dark-brown girl curled close up beside him and put a sensuous arm around his waist.

Billie tried to figure out what they were talking about, but couldn't.

"Why don't you finish this beer and I'll order you another one?" Sam told her.

"Huh? Oh, sure…" She gulped, almost choking on the cold, bubbly stuff. Hanson was coming back… but he had the brown girl with him.

"This is Billie-Ann," he told the girl. "Billie, this is Alicia."

Alicia gave Billie a look that made her feel strangely uncomfortable.

"I knew Hanson liked his girls young, but I didn't know he liked 'em white," the black girl said.

Billie felt the booze she'd been drinking… it made her feel reckless. "I'm not really very white-look." And she held out her tanned arm.

This made Alicia smile and gave Hanson a shove. "Where'd you find her?"

"She's my cousin," Hanson said. He sipped his beer and touched Billie lightly on one shoulder. She was glad he was so close. A frown spread slowly across Alicia's face. Then her hands flew out and caught at Billie's dress.

"I bet her tits are white… and her cunt, too!"

Billie felt the girl's fingers tugging at the thin cotton dress.

"Come on, let's see."

Hanson yanked the brown girl around. "I said leave her alone!"

"Sho, Hanson, sho." When Alicia put her head close to Hanson's so she could whisper, Billie pretended to be interested in her beer glass, but she couldn't help overhear the girl's sultry-sounding voice.

"Honey, you just gotta come back in a room with me. I'm burning up for that big cock of yours! You hear me, Hanson?"

"Okay, Alicia," he said, patting her round bottom. "Now, go on. I'll see you in a little bit."

As Alicia slinked back through the crowded tables, Billie watched a man pull the giggling girl onto his lap and she turned away with a shudder.

Alicia Shelton scared her something awful. She'd never known anybody like that in her whole life.

"Thanks for making her leave me alone," Billie said to Hanson.

But he just gave a laugh and drained his beer glass. "Oh, Alicia don't mean no harm. She could be friends with you if it wasn't for me sittin' here."

"What do you mean?" She wrinkled up her nose at him.

"Why, she's just jealous," he laughed.

Sam was laughing at all this, and when Billie looked over at him he shook his head and flashed his big gold tooth "Sho 'nough, Alicia's had a burr in her pants ever since you came in. It's a holy wonder she didn't strip you down for sure right here, just to see what makes you tick."

Hanson started away from her towards the back of the room.

"Wait!" Billie slipped off the Stool and clutched his arm frantically.

"Don't leave me here!"

She saw Hanson flash Sam a grin and then cock his head at her real sassy-like. "I'm going to pee, baby. If you want to come hold it for me, well that's all right, too…"

Billie wiggled back onto the stool and chewed her bottom lip. A full shot glass of whiskey sat before her and without hesitating she put it to her lips and swallowed. Everything was making her so nervous and frightened.

"He'll be back in a little," Sam said. "And don't be bothered, 'cause I ain't gonna let any of these young studs get to messin' with you."

Elsie drifted up and set down two more beers. She gave Sam a stern look. "Now, don't go lettin' this child get drunk, hear?"

The way the big woman said it tickled Billie for some reason and she broke into a long fit of laughing. The room swirled around her and she had to hold onto the edge of the bar to make sure the stool stayed under her bottom. Elsie was staring at her.

"I'm just fine, Mrs. Shelton," she mumbled. Sam's face grinned into hers. He was so close and black and shiny-looking. Something. Something she wanted to talk to Elsie about. Billie hiccuped and tasted bile in the back of her throat.

"Don't be drinking any more," Elsie ordered.

"… have to talk to you…" Billie-Ann closed her eyes but that made it worse.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Baby… how stop a baby…" Something hit Billie hard on the forehead and when she focused her eyes she saw that it was the edge of the bar. She was lying across it.

Elsie's voice came to her through the fog. "Let's get her out of here.

Come on, Sam, give a hand."

Strong hands went under her shoulders and back. Music and laughter rolled around her. They were laughing at her; Billie knew they were… laughing. Then she was in a small room and felt a thin mattress under her back. A door closed and the laughing and music were only a muffled rush of sound now. Billie wondered what had happened to Hanson. A big warm hand touched her thigh and rubbed her there.

"Get yo' hands off, Sam!" Elsie bellowed. "Go on back out now."

The door opened and closed. Billie tried to see, but her eyes wouldn't behave. "Everything's spinning."

Elsie poured water from a pitcher and Billie-Ann felt a cold rag against her forehead. "You was drinking that booze too fast. If I'da knowed you didn't know how, I'da stopped the whole thing." She pushed her face close enough so that Billie could see her wrinkled features.

"Why you come here anyway? What you want from me?"

"I think I'm… pregnant. I gotta know for sure."

A breeze from outside blew into the room and the fresh air made Billie feel a little better. Elsie wrung the rag out once more and came back to put it on her head.

"What makes you think you'se pregnant?"

"A boy I know… We… He…"

"Just one time, I bet," Elsie said.

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding.

"Just one time and you think you'se gonna have triplets." The big woman made a face. "Why, you barely look old enough to be bleedin' much. How old was this boy who humped you?"

The choice of words Elsie used made Billie blush. "He's ten, I think … maybe eleven."

For a long time Elsie Shelton rocked back and forth on the mattress, laughing until the tears rolled down her fat cheeks. Billie still felt woozy, but she was able to see better now and the uneasiness in her guts was gone. Why was Elsie laughing so hard? she wondered. It wasn't funny at all to her.

"Listen, honey," the black woman finally said, "if that little piece of pecker was able to squeeze out a drop or two of jizzum I'd stand up and shout hallelujah for him."

"But he said-"

Elsie took her arm and squeezed it, "Even if he did manage a little it won't amount to nothin'."

"You mean… you mean it won't make a baby in me?" Billie was almost afraid to believe what Mrs. Shelton had told her.

"Shee-it, no!" Elsie took both of Billie's shoulders and studied her face. "You came all the way out here with Hanson to ask me that?"

"I guess… I did."

She felt her face being turned first one way and then the other while the colored woman studied each detail.

"You a mighty pretty little thing," Elsie said. "Ain't got much lips but still awful pretty."

Her daddy had always told her that she had lips like plump berries, but Billie smiled and dipped her head shyly. "Thanks for sayin' so."

"Your monthly started yet?"

"Almost… there was a little on my panties about a month ago."

Elsie nodded slow-like. "You look to be about fourteen, that right?"

Billie nodded. "A little late then," Elsie went on, "but lotsa gals is."

The rag on her head felt good after hearing what the big colored woman had told her, Billie felt a million times better. She looked around the room and saw that it was much smaller than she'd imagined at first. A faded picture hung crooked on one wall and a naked light bulb dangled from the middle of the ceiling. A single moth circled and darted, throwing flitting shadows over the floor.

"You ever fuck Hanson?" Elsie asked. She was still wiping Billie's head with the wet rag.

"No…" She knew she'd gone all pink.

"Now there's a boy that could get a girl in trouble. So if he ever waves that big old black snake in your direction you'd better jump or Christmas'll find you with your apron all up under your chin."

What Elsie was saying made Billie wonder how Alicia kept from getting knocked up. She probably did it with men all the time and still looked as slender as a rail.

"I'm not going to be naughty any more," she said, feeling lucky that she'd escaped this time.

The big woman shook with laughter. "Well listen to you now! Who says you'll he able to stop when that brown buck Hanson grabs you some night?" Elsie looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "Only wish I was young enough to take him on myself. Best-lookin' black in the county, that Hanson is."

Elsie's words reminded Billie. It was true that she'd gotten awfully careless at Basset's Pond. And she hadn't really thought about it while it was happening… she couldn't. It had felt too nice. Billie watched the heavy woman lumber across to the door.

"Tell Hanson I'm in here, could you?"

Elsie turned. "He's a mite busy now, but don't you fret. I'll tell him soon as I can." Then she turned off the glaring light and left.

For a long time Billie-Ann just lay there in the darkness resting… thankful that Lonnie's little cock hadn't gotten her in trouble. But after a while, Elsie's last words began to haunt her. Hanson was busy somewhere and couldn't be bothered. All she could think of was Alicia's whispered invitation and the intimate look Hanson had exchanged with the chocolate-colored girl.

The noises in the big room came to her in waves. Laughing people and clinking glasses and loud music. Billie liked the music but felt lonely in the strange house without someone to talk to. Restlessly she turned over on the bed and for the first time saw light streaming through the cracks in the wall next to her. Curious now, she held her breath long enough to hear voices in the next room.

Moving nearer, Billie put her hand out and felt why she could hear so easily. The wall was made of rough lumber laid edge to edge and nailed in place. There were chinks and cracks up and down it… some even big enough to see through. She shoved her eyes close to the largest chink and when she'd focused on the two forms her heart plunged. In the small cubicle next to hers Billie saw Hanson and Alicia standing naked together, their arms hugging… faces pressed together.

"What you want to go messin' with that Billie for?" Alicia simpered against Hanson's cheek.

He kissed her full lips then and Billie's ears burned as she watched Alicia's hands caressing and fondling the muscles of Hanson's strong body. She could see that the room they were in was almost exactly like hers… even to the narrow cot and washstand by the window. And she could guess, too, what Hanson and Alicia meant to do in there.

The brown girl's round bottom shivered and pressed against Hanson when he dug at her asseheeks with his fingers. Billie knew what it felt like. She remembered from the time at Basset's Pond. Hot tears welled into her eyes but she shook them away. No, she couldn't do those kind of things again anyway. Especially not with Hanson.

Alicia laughed and pushed Hanson back onto the bed. He leaned on his elbows and watched her fingers wiggle his cock playfully.

"You smell like you're ripe as a black banana," he said.

"I'm slick for you, honey," Alicia said, sticking out her pink tongue and curving it up at the tip.

The cot they were on was so close to the wall Billie was peeking through that she felt uncomfortably near… almost as if she were in the same bed. It occurred to her that she could yell, or cough loud enough to make them stop, but instead she bit her tongue and stared.

Afraid of seeing what might happen and too warm with eager fire to look away.

She could see the gentle curve of Hanson's thigh and the way Alicia touched his cock and stomach with her long-fingered hands. Her head dipped and swayed just above the crowned head of his cock and once she put her tongue out and let it tickle across the top. Hanson stiffened and grabbed her braids.

"So you want to play, do ya?"

"Now, honey," Alicia cooed in mock tones of despair, "You not gonna make me put that in my mouth!"

Billie's crotch tingled and burned as she watched Hanson force Alicia's tightly closed mouth down… down. And then in a torrent of giggling laughter, the girl parted her pearl-white teeth and let half his length slide into her mouth. Hanson released her then and lay back. It surprised Billie that Alicia didn't quickly pull herself away, but instead she began to move her jaws slowly around the huge thing, smacking noisily all the while. One of her cheeks stretched out as she took Hanson's meat deep, and Billie felt herself quicken with sensual fire. When Alicia moved her head back up, she pursed her lips just as the domed tip of Hanson's cock rode out of her mouth. Billie could see the whole length of it again and its dark, dusky texture was now shiny with warm spit. Alicia grinned and with a cute, mischievous dip of her head, she fluttered her pink tongue down along the underside of the thick, pulsing thing. Hanson moaned and shifted his ass on the bed.

"Gosh!" Billie said under her breath, "she's not afraid of it at all!"

Without either of them saying anything… without even so much as a sign, Alicia swung her body around, and being careful to keep Hanson's cock between her teasing lips, she straddled her legs on either side of his head.

"Oh, no!" Billie whispered softly, "What-" But she saw what was going to happen and it took her breath completely away.

Alicia's asscheeks were spread slightly and as she lowered her body down to Hanson's face, Billie-Ann watched him tenderly open the girlfolds of her cunt with his fingers. The darkly pigmented inner linings glistened an invitation and Alicia pushed back until the whole dark flower settled over Hanson's open mouth. A noisy, wet licking sound brought another little gasp from Billie's throat, but it was easy to see that it had a more powerful effect on Alicia. Her slender body whipped like a willow in a storm and her breasts quivered with the fury of her wigglings. Hanson hooked his hands over her thighs to keep his mouth against the tender shoot of her clit, and Alicia's back humped convulsively. Billie saw that the girl's mouth had come free of Hanson's cock and hung slackly open, drooling a little warm spit onto his balls.

Alicia's ass plunged against Hanson's teeth and tongue so furiously that Billie could hardly bear to watch. Her own panties were wet with hot juice and in the darkness she let her passions take control. In an instant she'd tossed the hem of her dress up and shoved three or four fingers into the slushy crevice between her plump and burning lips.

Even after seeing the dirty pictures Jed had given her, Billie had hardly believed that a man would put his mouth on a girl's cunt. And now, only a few feet away, it was happening. Hanson was really sucking and kissing and licking Alicia's slit and it looked as if the girl were going crazy with the way it felt.

What would it feel like? Billie wondered. Tongues and mouths were so soft and wet and squishy and so was a girl's cunt. She trembled with the excitement of her imaginings and dug a finger over her oily clit.

In the next room, Alicia had fallen sideways on the bed, but the two of them were still clamped together in a squirming, twitching embrace.

Hanson was beginning to writhe around now and Billie could see that Alicia had gotten her mouth over his shaft again. Their hands played up and down over each other, probing and stroking as the noisy love game went on.

Billie knew Alicia was older than she was the first time she saw her, but now watching the girl with Hanson the difference was obviously more than age. Alicia was doing and saying things that Billie had never yet dreamed of, and the way Alicia moved her body was different, too, more daring and free than Billie-Ann ever did even when she was playing with herself in her own bedroom. Just to see how it felt, Billie tried to wiggle her bottom the way Alicia was doing it against Hanson's face.

"Oh, wow!" she sighed, feeling the difference right away. She did it again, raking all of her fingers across her clit as she squirmed, and shocks of excitement spread through her bottom and back.

When she put her face back to the crack in the wall, Alicia's hands clawed the mattress while Hanson wallowed his mouth in her slippery young flower. In her excitement Alicia had again forgotten all about Hanson's stiff cock, but he didn't seem to mind. It looked to Billie as if he were out to give Alicia all the pleasure she could take, and by the looks of the twisting, crying girl, she wouldn't be able to take much more. Billie had to give a sympathetic sigh as she watched the brown, squirming bodies. Suddenly Alicia snapped her back into a rigid arch and fell half-off the narrow bed. Her hands tried to clutch onto something but only snatched air.

"Oh, baby!" she cried. "Christ in heaven!"

It was then that Hanson pulled his face away from her cunt and yanked the twitching dark girl back onto the bed. Billie was sure that Alicia was about to come, because she was letting herself be thrown around like a sack of feed while her breath panted hot and loud in the small room. Hanson was spreading her thighs now and as he bent forward on his knees, Billie watched him heft his huge cock and guide it toward the steaming, soaked petals of Alicia Shelton's hole. With a ravenous groan, Alicia clutched Hanson as the dusky head settled between her glistening inner lips and she moved her ass in circles, begging all the time for him to hurry. His heated tip pushed past the ring of muscles at the beginning of her tube and shoved the oily flesh apart as Hanson inched it forcefully into the black girl's hungry vagina. Alicia gave a happy little cry and spread her legs wider yet.

It was scary, Billie thought, for the girl to open herself so completely to Hanson. His cock looked way too big for Alicia's trim frame. It seemed impossible but each time Alicia brought her bottom up, another inch of meat sank into the softness of her eager body. Billie was so close she could almost smell their musky, sexy heat and the feeling made her stretch and shiver alone in the dark room. She felt again for the torn opening into her own vagina. It was barely big enough for her to put in two fingers and even that hurt a little. The idea of something as huge as Hanson's heavy meat trying to work up into that small place was too fantastic to even consider. She'd made up her mind not to fuck any more anyway after the frighteningly close call with Lonnie, and seeing what Alicia was having to endure with Hanson cinched it. But it was so terribly exciting to watch!

When she focused again on the two of them, Hanson had pulled Alicia half-over on her side and had hooked a powerful arm under the crook of one pretty leg. The way the girl's thigh was pulled up against her side like that caused the long, graceful muscles in her legs to stand out each time she tensed. Billie-Ann could clearly see the whole length of his glossy shaft as Hanson pulled it almost all the way out of the girl's cunt. It hung there for a moment, the tip caressed only by Alicia's tiny inner lips. Then the powerful muscles in Hanson's back and buttocks tightened and Billie watched the fantastic spear glide quickly into the warmth of her yielding body. And as it filled the brown girl, she arched prettily. Billie was almost certain she could see her belly push out from the cock inside! She didn't want to believe it, but Hanson repeated his motions, and, sure enough, the soft brown skin domed out a little around Alicia's navel.

Hanson brought his steeled cock all the way out again and Billie noticed that even his loose-swinging ball sac was half-smeared with the slick honey that sprang from Alicia's swollen girlhood. Now he was driving into her with a fury, and each time their bodies bumped tight together it brought a savage little cry from Alicia's throat. Billie knew it must be tearing the girl apart. She just wasn't big enough… nobody could be… to have something like that rammed and driven into the depths of her guts.

But Alicia didn't seem to be trying to make her sweating lover stop.

Her mouth fell open against Hanson's shoulder and her head tossed with little jerks of excitement as he held himself deep inside her. Then she began to roll her ass in a grinding, frantic way, clutching again and again at his shoulders like she might drown if he let her go.

"Oh, Hanson, honey-man… I'm gone now!" It was then that Hanson quickened his in-and-out movements, Alicia's taut bottom pawing crazily at the air when he pulled back as if she could never be filled no matter how many times the thick cock was shoved into her parted cunny.

"Yes, baby," she sighed. "Ohhh… like that… like that…"

Billie-Ann had her aching little clitoris pinched between two fingers and was rolling it hard enough to make her wince with the friction.

She'd never in her life seen anything like it… even dreamed anything like it. Though she felt shame at peeking like a crazy person while two people fucked, it was impossible to stop the lovely rubbing of her soft, itchy crevice. The pangs in her thighs quickened, causing her to stiffen and arch against the mattress. It would be over in a moment and she could stop thinking for a while.. stop thinking about men and cocks and fucking and.

There was a rattling noise of the doorknob being turned, and Billie yanked her wet fingers free and sat up on the edge of the bed. She'd just managed to get her dress back down when Elsie turned on the light.

"If you feel like gettin' up, I'll fix you a nice soda pop," Elsie said, smiling broadly. "That oughta help settle your stomach some."

Elsie put her arm around Billie's slender waist and helped her stand up. "My, you look flushed."

Billie-Ann couldn't tell the nice colored lady that she could hardly stand because of the buzzy electric sizzle between her thighs. She couldn't tell her how close she'd been to making herself come.

The wall of loud laughter and pumping bassy music hit Billie as they came into the big room and made her feel even weaker, but Elsie brought her over behind the bar and made her sit on an empty beer keg. She felt safer now and taken care of.

"Here, baby," Elsie said, snapping the cap of a bottle of orange soda.

"This'll fix you right up."

"I sure want to thank you," Billie said, "for telling me all about… well, you know. And for taking care of me and all."

Elsie laughed. "Oh, my… it ain't nothing. Nothing at all."

Sam was on his stool peering over the bar at Billie. She smiled politely, but when he winked she quickly turned away. His look had reminded her of the mushy fire at her crotch that still hadn't been quenched. Elsie moved heavily up and down behind the bar, drawing beers and pouring whiskey while Billie perched on the keg and nursed the soda. She was glad to be out of sight of the black faces at the tables, but how would she get out of the place? Would Hanson ever come to get her? Suddenly, someone was standing next to her. Hanson!

"Elsie told me you got a little sick. How do you feel now?" He put his hand out to her shoulder but Billie drew back from his touch. All she could think of was his dangerous-looking cock… and what would happen to her if he decided to make it hard and force it into her teeny little hole.

"I wanta go home," she half-sobbed.

"Sho. Come on." And he slipped an arm around her and walked her toward the door. Standing up made Billie feel giddy and loose and when the cool fresh air outside hit her face she threw back her head and laughed with the relief of not being stared at any more.

"Sounds to me like you got yourself a little bit drunk, Billie," Hanson chuckled.

"I feel fine," she said, not able to stop the waves of giggles that racked her chest. "Just fine."

Hanson opened the door on her side and she flopped down across the seat. The truck started and bumped down the drive and out onto the dirt road that wound out of the river delta land. Billie sensed the nearness of Hanson's thigh against the top of her head, but she was too exhausted to sit up, and the rolling rhythm of the truck was making her cunt tickle again… weakening her even more. All that drinking had made her feel so strange and just when she thought she was coming out of it, she found that she really wasn't sober at all.

"Don't fuck me, Hanson," Billie mumbled, slurring her words.

"What did you say?" There was surprise in his voice.

"Don't fuck me… please don't."

Billie heard his mellow laugh fill the truck cab. "Okay, baby, I won't and that's a promise."

She closed her eyes then and didn't even flinch when she felt a warm hand smoothing the side of her face as the truck lurched and pitched down the narrow rutted road.

Chapter 11

Billie's mind had been tumbling head over heels with strange drunken thoughts and she didn't notice when the truck tilted up a steep pulloff and bounced to a stop against a half-buried boulder. Even after Hanson stopped the engine and got out his side, she imagined for a moment that they were already home and he was going around to open the door. Her door did open then, but instead of Hanson helping her up from the seat, she felt his hands toss her dress up and the roughness of his beard push between the V of her closed legs.

"Hanson!" she cried, trying to push herself up, but he put a heavy forearm across her middle and kept her pinned. Billie felt his chin press painfully into the muscle of one thigh and squeeze a thumb into the other. It hurt so bad that she had to open them a little and Hanson was ready the second she weakened.

Billie gave a panicky cry when she felt his hot-breathed mouth against the thin nylon covering her slit. He was wetting the crotch-piece with his tongue, pressing the soaked material in between her labia and she squirmed crazily to get loose, but Hanson twisted her wrists down against the seat of the truck and snuggled his mouth even tighter against Billie's scantily covered cunny.

"Please, NO!" she sobbed, "Oh, God Hanson, please don't!"

But his tickling and wetting of her panty crotch only grew more intense. Billie tried to steel her mind against the feeling that had begun to invade her body, but from the beginning she felt herself losing ground. It was so hot and wet down there with his mouth pushed against her mound, and her struggling seemed only to make it worse… or better. Maybe if she tried to lie still… yes, that was the way.

If Hanson thought she wasn't enjoying it, he'd surely let her go.

But suddenly he was doing something else with his tongue. Billie could feel the tip moving off of the nylon and wetly touching the inside of one thigh… then pushing up and under…

"Oohhhh!" she sighed, as a ripply wet caress soaked the slick petals of her crevice and another lick petted them open. Billie tensed her back, but the new sensation had prevented her from moving away. Little by little Hanson was stretching her panty crotch over and moving his mouth in to take its place. Then his lips went away for a moment and she felt strong fingers hook under the sheer band. Hanson was tearing something-tearing her panties! Billie tried to focus her eyes and pushed up from the seat, but she just whimpered weakly instead. There was a ripping noise and her body jerked as the material parted. Cool air touched her quivering loins. Hanson's strong hands slid under her bottom and cupped each of her cheeks firmly, raising her body to his open mouth. As the satiny folds blossomed against his sucking, Billie circled her fingers around the steering wheel above her head and squeezed until her knuckles went white. She felt as if she were actually being eaten! Some of the loveliest tickling she'd ever experienced caused her belly to jerk taut and then go soft again. It was better than she could do with her fingers… better than Lonnie and his rabbity hunching. Hanson's lips and teeth and tongue were all against her at the same time, digging in the folds of her crevice until she didn't even try to stifle the low, growling moans in her throat.

"Noo, no, no!" she whined, tossing her shoulders helplessly against the worn springs of the seat. She pushed at his head with both hands, but her arms trembled with the effort and Hanson only found another seeping hollow to nibble.

"What are you doing to me!" she cried, closing her eyes so tight that colored sworls of light danced and flickered against her lids.

Hanson's fingers were moving again, smoothing up her heaving tummy and over the youthful flesh of her breasts. Billie twisted under the touch as he cradled each shivery swell and rubbed his thumbs tenderly across both nipples. His fingers were wet with her own juice, and the idea of it being smeared on her titties made her give another gasp of passion.

The whiskey had her head dancing with crazy ideas and shifting confusion. She'd suddenly become Alicia… being eaten in that small room at Elsie's. Billie was only partly aware that her hips had started to move. Maybe Hanson was moving them… she didn't know for sure. His mouth burned into her all the harder, probing nubbins of tenderness she didn't know she had, until finally even the small opening into her vagina filled with the thickness of his tongue. A sharp needle of pain made her cry out and Hanson pulled out of her insides to go on licking her clit once more.

Billie sighed with relief. She could smell the musky aroma from her cunt wafting thickly through the truck cab. Her hands kept trying to push Hanson's head away and then touching… holding it close. She felt excitedly at his mercy and at the same time wished she could be home, safe and alone in her bed. But then he was doing something wilder than ever to her. His tongue danced and dove and rubbed at the very tip of her standing clit and Billie plunged her fingers deep into the thick, nappy curls on Hanson's head. A honey-warm rush of trembles filled her body, and her ass squirmed ravenously with a life of its own.

"Hanson! Ohhh, God!"

Slowing his attack, Hanson teased with a barely touching friction until Billie-Ann hung suspended in a hellishly excruciating paradise. Her last breath stuck in her throat. Hungry for release, she tightened her fingers in his hair and pumped her buttery mound savagely against the mouth that was driving her insane.

"Hunh, hunh, hunh," Billie groaned, spreading her sex oil hotly over Hanson's chin and cheeks. At last he was licking again but licking as slowly as anybody could lick without licking at all. When the first tremor burst in the core of her body a multicolored splash of goodness brought blood from her lip. Hanson stopped his tongue-tip on her trigger, then came slipping down it. Billie was frozen, her back arched and her mouth open, praying for it to continue.

"Hannsonn!" she pleaded, digging her sharp heels into the small of his back. And then she was coming all the way, her cunt alive with butterflies and snakes and itchiness that grew into amber bubbles… each one bursting gloriously inside. Billie whimpered frantically as the peaks neared and tossed her body around as each turbulent wave of sensation racked her pubescent frame. A sandal had fallen from one of her feet, and her face was half-covered with tangled brown strands of hair, but Billie couldn't worry about the mussed state she was in. Now she could only savor the receding waves of warmth and try not to worry …

***

She didn't know how long afterward she lay there on the front seat, but out of a soft dream Hanson's strong arms were helping he up. She was beside him then, eyes still closed and her arms around his neck while he started the truck. Billie couldn't talk… couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound dumb and shallow after what had just happened to her. All she knew for sure was that her body felt lovely… her body felt loved.

Hanson was quiet, too, and while the truck bumped lazily down the dirt road, he pulled back the hem of her cotton dress and wrapped one huge hand over Billie's thigh. She didn't mind him touching her there and when she looked down at the contrast of their skins, she saw the torn crotch-piece of her panties dancing in the breeze from the vent window.

Her cunny was swollen and puffy-feeling, and wisps of brown pubic hair were stuck against each other in spit-soaked curlicues.

Billie decided she wasn't going to think about it. She wasn't going to think about whether it was right or wrong or what. And she wasn't going to think about Alicia and the loving way Hanson had treated her. At that moment there was only Hanson and herself in the small private cab of the old pickup. The whiskied blurriness of her mind helped make it seem simple and uncomplicated. She was so glowy and comfortable that even when the headlights swung in behind them, Billie didn't notice.

She didn't notice, either, when the lights left them alone again. All she was aware of was the way her body curved into Hanson's and the smell and warmth of him. When the truck stopped, she had to shake herself out of her dreaminess. Hanson was putting on her lost sandal.

"Wh-where are we?"

"You got about a quarter-mile to walk," Hanson said. "I didn't want your ma to kill you for nothin', so I'm lettin' you out here.

Together they got out of the truck and Billie looked up into Hanson's dark face. His features seemed handsomer than ever to her, but now that she had to leave him, the wrongness Nora had always warned of came tumbling down in her mind.

"I shouldn't have let you…"

Hanson touched her lips with his hand. Then he tilted her mouth up to his and hooked an arm around her thin back… crushing her boyish thinness against his muscled frame. Billie-Ann felt wonderfully faint again and when Hanson's tongue dove deep into her mouth, she moaned wildly at the feverish naughtiness of kissing. When finally he ended the caress and smiled, Billie stood there panting, her eyes wide and deep with feeling.

"I'll meet you at the pond tomorrow noon," he said.

Billie-Ann shook her head until the hair flew over her shoulders. "No … you know we cain't. Not any more…"

Hanson had already climbed back into the truck. "Tomorrow," he said again and started the engine. She watched him back around and head rattling off towards his folks' house. She knew she couldn't keep meeting him and she didn't dare consider wanting to let him do more soft, pretty things to her body. And yet for a reason she wasn't quite sure of, Billie raised her arm and waved at the disappearing pickup, her eyes blurred cloudy with hot tears.

***

"You goddamn little slut!" Nora yelled; jerking Billie-Ann's arm so hard that her teeth rattled. The house was dark and Billie couldn't see anything but the dim, ugly outline of her stepmother's face. "Where ya been so late?"

"I told you I was going for a walk."

Nora jerked her again. "It's after ten o'clock. What kind of walk you been takin' that time o' night? Answer me!"

"It was cool in the woods," Billie lied. "I just couldn't remember the time."

"And that's not the only bone we're gonna pick tonight, neither!"

Nora's fingers cut into her flesh. "Poor little Lonnie told me what you made him do last night. It's the most shameful thing I've ever heard in my whole life!"

Billie's face burned red and she stared dumbly at her feet. "I… I … He wanted to do it, too…

The slap caught her squarely and half-twisted her around. Then Nora was jerking her again until her head snapped back and forth.

"Mrs. Crumpers will never speak to me again," Nora spat. "I had to send Lonnie home, too, and that means that garden patch won't get cleaned out."

"Please believe me, Nora," Billie sobbed "I didn't mean anything by it."

"Quiet, I said!" Her stepmother pushed her hard against the wall. "I know what happened. You made Lonnie get in bed with you and made him act like an animal between your legs. You did all that just to feed your filthy, sinful lust."

Billie-Ann's chest heaved with her crying. She knew that part of what Nora said was true, but at the same time she hated the old woman for making it sound so horrible. She hadn't meant to be evil… hadn't meant to hurt anyone. For a second she almost felt like blurting everything that Lonnie had told her about him and his sister Gloria and the games they played, but it wouldn't have made any difference. Nora never believed anything she said.

Finally the mean old woman stopped cursing and shoved her towards her room. In the dim-lit hall, Billie's dress caught on a doorknob and pulled it up around her waist. Nora bumped into her from behind, accidentally brushing a gnarled hand against Billie-Ann's bare bottom, where the torn panties had hiked up.

"What's happened to your pants!" the woman bellowed. "Why, they're torn all the pieces!"

"Nora, please don't hit me…" But Nora's hand came down again and again on Billie's face and shoulders until she slumped to the floor, sobbing harder than ever.

Her stepmother pushed her over on her back and kicked her hard in the ribs. "What you gonna try and tell me now?" she screeched, "that you caught 'em on a branch or fell down in the briar patch? Huh? Is that what you're gonna tell me?"

Again and again, Billie felt the well-aimed blows. Her back ached and her stomach felt sick and hollow. "You're hurting me!" Somehow she got to her hands and knees and crawled down the hall towards her room. Nora followed close behind, kicking and cursing.

She didn't have a plan… didn't know exactly what she was going to do, but somehow she had to make the pain stop. Had to make Nora stop hurting her.

Inside her room, she got unsteadily to her feet and jerked open the top drawer of her dresser. Nora punched a fist at her side, knocking the air from her lungs. Billie wasn't thinking any more, just acting. Her fingers closed around the heavy stag handle of the hunting knife her father had left her when he'd run away. With a sliding, sharp sound the blade came out of the oiled sheath. A staggering blow from Nora caught Billie in the middle of the back and with a scream she wheeled around and brandished the knife over her head.

"Stop now!" she cried, "or I swear I'll cut you in two!"

The moon against the walls made Nora's sweaty face shine. She looked so wicked, Billie thought. Like a witch.

"You're going to reform school if I have anything to say about it." The old woman's voice was still vicious, but Nora had started backing up.

"I can do it, you know. Send you to the school for girls. They'll straighten you out real quick. You'll be sorry you ever touched that knife, you little bitch!"

Her stepmother backed through the doorway, the curtains swung closed and Billie was alone in her room at last. Exhausted, she fell across her bed, the knife still clasped in her hands. She didn't know how long she cried against the pillow, but after a while the soft forgetfulness of sleep relaxed the bruised muscles, and Billie's body went limp, her soft, wet cunt still glowing where Hanson Allen's mouth had ravaged it.

Chapter 12

Hanson was hung over the next morning and had to take a bad ribbing from his dad because of it. It finally got so bad that he loudly offered to take his father's truck to town and pick up some things they needed from the hardware store, just to prove to the elder Mr. Allen that his son could ride all right with a hangover.

"When I was young," Lucas Allen said, pouring himself a third cup of coffee, "we had to hay all day. Even if we didn't get home till dawn."

"Well, ain't nobody gonna make me hay all day." Hanson shook his head.

"Not on a Friday for sho. You mighta been crazy enough to do it, but not me."

"Wasn't so crazy about it," Mr. Allen said, nodding sharply. "Man said work. We worked."

Hanson finished his toast and gulped down a glass of orange juice.

"Give me them keys. If I sit here listening to you jaw all day I'll never get that stuff from the store."

***

As he drove towards Dooberville, Hanson let the memories of the night before soothe his booze-aching head. There was even a shiny place on the seat where some of Billie-Ann Wheeler's sweet honey had run down from her cunt and dried. To look at it gave Hanson a terrible pang of desire. But it was easier in the daylight to remember he wasn't living in New York or Boston. It was Missouri and they played the game differently here. It wasn't the first time he'd reminded himself of that, but when it came to innocent young girls his will power disappeared. The truth of the matter, of course, was that fourteenyear-old Billie-Ann had enraptured him to the point of desperation.

Even after sating his appetite with lovely, hot Alicia Shelton, all he could think of was the way Billie looked in her forlorn and raggedy cotton dress.

A dove flew up from the roadside and narrowly missed hitting the front of the truck. Hanson watched it disappear into the trees, and somehow its graceful flight brought another dreamy image of Billie into his head. That lovely little cunt of hers, delicately shaped… all white from being hidden from the sun. And when he'd opened it with his tongue the smell had been a mixture of girlish piss musk and the ambrosia of her sex juices. But she was small in the hole. Hanson was pretty sure she'd never been really fucked yet… at least not by any full-grown man. No cock that was close to normal size could fit into the tight place he'd searched with his tongue-tip.

Thinking of how her loins had tasted and how she'd tossed and struggled made Hanson take another deep breath of restrained passion. "Something gotta give," he said. Ahead the stop sign at the highway came into view and he slowed the truck and pulled up. Hanson knew there wasn't any future for a black man around Dooberville. He made his mind up right then to leave the county in the next day or so… leave Missouri even.

As long as he stayed he knew he'd have to see Billie again, and the longer he messed around with her the more he'd want her. She was far too young to understand how crazy a man could get. Hanson didn't want to be the one to sacrifice his sanity.

***

When Hanson drove the truck through town on the way to the hardware store, he hardly noticed the sheriff's big white car waiting at an intersection. But three blocks further, the revolving red light reflected in his rear-view mirror and he pulled over to the curb. A beer-bellied deputy swaggered heavily over to Hanson's side of the truck and pushed his big hat back on his head.

"Let's see your license, boy."

Hanson tightened his jaw and fished his wallet out. There would be time later to get pissed off, he told himself. When he was out of this goddamned state. The deputy glanced quickly at the small card and tapped it with the edge of his thumbnail.

"Appears to me this license is for the State of New York."

Hanson was getting mad now and the big man's sunglasses were reflecting the glaring sun right into his eyes.

"I live in New York," he said, keeping his voice easy.

"What you doin' here then?" The deputy smiled and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a thick finger.

"Visiting."

"And this truck's got Missouri plates, too." The man looked at him hard. "You sure you didn't steal it?"

"It's my old man's truck… Lucas Allen. Everybody around here knows him."

"Never heard of him. You better show me some registration."

When Hanson couldn't find the papers tied around the steering column or in the glove compartment he checked behind the visor. There wasn't so much as a chewing gum wrapper anywhere.

"Look, next time I'm in town I'll bring them by your office…

Already the deputy was shaking his head, smiling a smile that Hanson wanted to shove his fist into. "I figure you better drive on down to the office right now so we can check this thing out."

Hanson stared straight ahead, gripping the steering wheel so hard his fingers ached. "Bullshit," he said, just loud enough for the man to hear.

"What you say, boy?" The deputy slipped Hanson's license into his shirt pocket and leaned on the door.

"I said bullshit."

The man jerked open the door and grabbed Hanson's arm. "You'd better come along now or I'll throw a resisting arrest charge on your black ass!"

It all seemed so ridiculous that for a minute Hanson thought if he just laughed that the deputy would laugh, too, and it would all be over.

That was when the other door of the truck flew open and Jed Judson piled in, pushing and shoving Hanson out into the deputy's arms before he could get out by himself.

"Thought you might need some help," Jed said to the lawman, grinning and nodding all the time.

Now Hanson knew who the other man he'd seen in the front seat of the patrol car had been. He tried to meet Jed's eyes, but the awkward fellow looked away and fiddled with one strap of his bib overalls.

There was something about the way things were fitting together that Hanson didn't like at all.

"What about the truck?" he protested as the deputy led him toward the patrol car.

"Don't worry none about that; we'll take good care of it."

On the two-block ride to the Dooberville police station, Hanson stared at the back of Jed Judson's stupid head and thought. He tried to recall the first day he'd given Billie-Ann a ride and remembered then that he'd passed Jed's old pickup stopped by the road that same day. It was later when he'd happened upon Billie walking. Hanson had known the Judson boy when he was younger and it seemed that as a kid he'd always been weird. Had he grown up to be even weirder?

While the deputy helped book him at the station, something else occurred to Hanson. The headlights that had followed him the night before had come into view right after he'd left the pull-off where he'd stopped with Billie-Ann. And Jed had passed them earlier on the same road when they'd been heading for Elsie's.

"Can't I make a phone call?" he asked.

"Phone's out of order," the clerk said, not looking up from his writing. Jed was hanging round just inside the door and when Hanson tried to look at him again, the shallow blue eyes darted away like scared rabbits. Then the deputy was pulling him out of the room and down a hallway lined with cells. Hanson was shown into one and the steel bars clanged shut behind him.

"You lockin' me up over something like this?" Hanson watched the man turn the key. "You gotta at least tell me what I'm charged with and what the bail is set at."

"I don't have to tell you nothin', boy." The deputy took a toothpick from his pocket and stuck it between a gap in his front teeth. "But for now we'll call it driving without registration and a proper license."

Hanson watched his back disappear into the front office; then he sat down on the bottom bunk and rubbed his eyes. If the Judson boy had seen something while Billie was stretched out half-naked on that truck seat … He shook his head solemnly. It was enough to make any southern sheriff's mouth water. And now they had him. If they dragged Billie into it and forced some kind of confession from her, that would be the end.

"Open up, penitentiary," he said to the empty cell, "'cause I'm comin' in." The only way out would be for someone to get his bail before other more serious charges were added. Charges like the carnal knowledge of a minor. A white minor at that. Something the judge wouldn't forget when he read sentence.

He thought of his dad, but the old man didn't have ten dollars, much less fifty or a hundred. And anyway, his folks had to finish living their life right up there in the hills and in the same damned county.

It wouldn't do for him to drag Lucas into any hassles with the law.

Hanson smacked a fist down on his knee. Yeah it would probably be a fifty-dollar bail. They couldn't put it any higher with the flimsy charges they had on him now. But if he couldn't make a phone call he was screwed anyway. They'd keep him in till they could work up something good. They'd get Billie and scare her until she agreed to say anything they wanted in a court of law.

He slumped back on the bunk and leaned his head against the rough concrete wall. It looked as if there were nothing to do but sweat it out and count on the slim chance that Billie might not want to say anything. Even with all his troubles, Hanson was thinking of her again.

Thinking of her willowy, thin body pressed against his. There was no pleasure quite so intense… so achingly beautiful as that. Hanson could only wonder what lovely sensations might await him if the moment ever came when he could slip his cock up between those feverish young cuntlips and feel himself enclosed by Billie's darling fourteen-yearold body. He could almost feel her small titties mashed against his bare chest… could almost feel her eager mouth wild and wet against his neck.

"Carnal knowledge," Hanson said under his breath, "and I'm damn sure guilty." Then he cupped a protective hand around his cock and balls and closed his eyes. It would be a long day. A long day for sure.

Chapter 13

Before dawn had begun to show at her window, Billie-Ann had already decided to leave her stepmother's house. Quietly she packed what few clothes she owned into an old duffel bag, stuffed in her daddy's old bone-handled hunting knife and the naughty pictures she'd gotten from Jed and slipped out of the house while Nora still snored in bed.

As she cut into the woods and found the path down out of the hills, she knew she didn't have a plan at all… no place to go… no place to hide. She thought of waiting for Hanson at Basset's Pond, but by then Nora might be looking for her and it would be just that much harder to get out of Dooberville without being taken back… maybe even put in the reform school. No, she had to leave the county if she could. Maybe even leave Missouri.

If she could get to town and pay the dollar or two it cost to take the bus to Louiston, her chances would be better. Especially if she was out of town before Nora could trudge through the woods to the Crumper house to use their phone to call the sheriff. In Louiston she might get a job as a waitress until she had enough scraped together to put more distance between her and her stepmother.

A longing to see Hanson one more time brought an empty ache to her chest, but she kept on walking. At Basset's Pond she didn't dare stop to rest. Waiting to meet Hanson now wouldn't do her any good. He'd just want to hug and kiss her until she couldn't think straight any more. A tear burned her eye, but she brushed it away and switched her duffel bag to the other hand. Maybe she could write him a letter someday… tell him where she was. Maybe. In another minute, Basset's Pond was behind her.

It was about ten o'clock by the time Billie'd made her way through the woods to where the fork was. It would be easier walking next to the road until she got to town and anyway someone might stop and give her a lift. She'd be safe from suspicion for another two or three hours at least before Nora could spread the word. She was about to step out of the brush and cross the culvert when the noise of a car startled her.

It was heading up into the hills and Billie decided to duck down behind a bush, just to be safe. She saw it was the sheriff's car and when it swung left at the fork and disappeared in the direction of her stepmother's place, Billie felt a little tug of fear. It was impossible for anyone to know of her running away yet and old man Allen had never been in any trouble. Besides that, the last whiskey still in the county had been broken up three years before and she was positive there weren't any working in that neck of the woods any more.

For a while, Billie walked along the side of the road, keeping her ears peeled for the sheriff coming back. Sure enough, not half an hour had passed when she heard the big sedan somewhere behind. Billie watched it pass from behind a huge stump. The deputy was in the car, his jaw poked out ahead as he drove. Whatever the reason for the law to be nosing through the hills, she couldn't take any chances. She'd have to stay out of sight as much as possible when she got to town. Until she was on that bus and heading away from Dooberville.

Billie-Ann was almost to the stop sign at the highway when she spotted Jed Judson's pickup making the turn and heading down the road toward her. For a minute she felt like hiding, but the woods were behind her now and there were only a few tall weeds to squat behind. Then Jed honked his horn and swerved her way. Billie frowned and kept walking.

She'd just have to put up with him for a minute or two.

"Hey, I'm glad I found you!" Jed said, leaning out the window. "Why don't ya get in?"

Billie squinted suspiciously at him. "You don't know nothin' about me running away from Nora?"

"Hell, no!" Jed swore, shaking his head harder than he had to.

"All I want is a ride to town," she said.

"Sure, sure. Come on." He reached over and opened the other door while Billie walked around the truck. It was the first time she'd been with him since she'd traded her panties for the dirty pictures, and there was something about his manner she didn't like. But Billie had to admit that it was safer than being out in plain sight on the highway, especially if the deputy was looking to bring her back to Nora. When Jed backed the truck around and headed down the blacktop again, he smiled at Billie and nodded toward her duffel.

"So you really are running away."

"Yeah."

"Listen, Billie, there's something I been wanting to talk to you about." Jed swallowed and scratched a pimple on his chin. "What I mean … about what happened the other day. I sure hope you don't think I'm crazy or something."

Billie looked at him. "I guess not. It don't matter none."

"Yeah, but it does matter. To me it matters. Ever since I had those pants of yours I can't get you off my mind I love you, Billie, I…"

"Stop it, Jed!" Billie frowned hard at him "You just stop talking like that." There was a strange cast to his eyes that frightened her.

"I know you need lovin'," he rambled on. "I know it after I saw what you done with that nigger last night…"

Billie tightened her fingers around the cloth handle of her duffel.

"What are you talking about, Jed?"

He looked at her surprised, pale-blue eyes. "Why, you remember last night, when you was eaten out by that boy Hanson. I was hidin' in the bushes and saw everything. I knew you was drunk or something by the way you carried on. He got you drunk, didn't he? So he could do that to you."

With a little gasp of anger, Billie turned to stare out the side window, but she was sure her face was crimson.

"Don't worry 'bout it none, though," Jed giggled shrilly. "If you just give me a chance with you there ain't nobody need know any details about what you did with that nigger 'cept me and you and Deputy Sheriff Goodlin."

"Deputy Goodlin!" Billie cried.

"Why, shore," he said nodding. "It's against the law for a nigger to touch a white girl like Hanson Allen touched you." Jed shrugged.

"Actually, it's because he's a grown man and you're so young, but seems to me him being black makes it worse."

They were nearing the town limits now and Billie's heart pounded frantically in her chest. What was Jed trying to tell her anyway? And what had they done to Hanson?

"We caught that black bastard early this morning," he went on, "me and the deputy. They put a fifty-dollar bail on his head." Jed laughed in a loony, loose way. "Take all the niggers in niggertown to raise that much."

Billie tried to make her voice as calm as possible. "Jed, let me out … now."

"Oh, I can't do that. Deputy Sheriff Goodlin has been lookin' for you.

He went up to your house a little bit ago but you was gone so I came lookin' myself." Jed reached over to pat her shoulder but Billie jerked away. "You're not in any trouble; they just want you to write down what that perverted nigger did last night, and that oughta keep him in a cage for a while."

"Jed," Billie said, aware of the quaver in her voice, "let me out!"

"Won't take you but a little bit at the jail," Jed said eagerly. "Then I'm gonna show you how much I really care for you, Billie-Ann. I won't do nothin' so nasty as that nigger done, but if you help I bet I can satisfy you real good. I just know when I see you stripped buck naked that I can…"

Billie had waited until the truck was just starting out from the first stop light in town before she jerked the door handle and kicked her duffel bag out. Then she jumped to the road after it, hooked her hand through the handle and ran as fast as she could.

"You, Billie! Come back here now!"

She heard the truck's engine racing and then the gears grind noisily as Jed tried to get turned around. But before he could swing around the block, Billie ducked through an alley and when she didn't see the pickup, crossed the street and headed for the big glass doors of the Dooberville Community Bank. The remodeled front looked a little too modern for the other stores around it, but because it didn't have many windows, Billie thought she'd feel safe inside.

Once through the doors she stopped and looked around. The refrigerated air was cool on her legs and the thick carpet made the adding machines an typewriters sound muted and far away. And that was when the idea struck her. Hanson was in trouble… maybe bad trouble unless she could get him out. Fifty dollars was what Jed had said it would cost.

Behind the teller's cage the gigantic thick steel door of the safe shined back at her. With all the money the bank had in there, surely they'd let her borrow enough to get her friend out of jail.

A woman with jeweled glasses smiled from a nearby desk and Billie went over. "I need to borrow fifty dollars," she said. "It's an emergency."

"Then you'd have to see Mister Butler's son Jerrold." The woman rolled a fresh piece of paper into her typewriter. "Unfortunately, he's out for the afternoon and won't be in again till Monday."

"But I need it now!" Billie cried. "Could you tell me where he is?"

The woman pursed her lips and frowned.

"Jerrold lives with his father." She gave a smug nod. "Jerrold's father is president of the bank. I'm sure the Butlers wouldn't want to be disturbed at home."

"Maybe if I talked to him…"

"It would be much better if you wait till Monday."

Billie found some courage somewhere. "I know somebody will tell me where to find Jerrold Butler. Won't you please?"

The woman behind the desk looked uncomfortable. "Oh, all right. But it won't do you any good. It's the big white house on Maple, two blocks from the corner of the park." She shrugged.

"Please don't tell the Butlers I gave you their address."

After Billie had looked up and down the street and made sure it was safe to leave the bank, she crossed into the alley again and headed for the municipal park. It was the only place in town she was sure she could find and if the deputy or Jed Judson didn't catch her first, maybe she could get to the Butler place. But of course she still didn't have a plan or even the faintest idea of what she'd say to Jerrold Butler… if she found him.

Billie was almost across the grassy park when she saw the white patrol car cruising up a side street. She dropped her duffel bag behind a trash can and slid into the wooden seat of a swing until the car had turned the corner and headed back towards the business district. Jed had probably told them that she'd slipped away from him and Billie knew that her chances of helping Hanson would grow smaller with each passing hour.

Halfway down Maple she spotted the white house and hurried on. It looked to her like the kind of place a banker would live in. She was relieved to find the wrought-iron gate open and in a moment Billie had slipped inside the high hedged yard. For a while at least she'd be safe from the searching eyes of the Dooberville police.

No one came when she rang the front doorbell, and after she'd called through the screen and still didn't hear any movement from inside, she walked around to the back. There was a high wall around what she guessed must be the swimming pool, and before she was close enough to see the water she heard a loud splash. Keeping an eye out for dogs, she crept up to the archway in the wall and peeked around. The turquoise water in the pool was rough with waves but she couldn't see anyone.

Then a blond head bobbed up somewhere near the middle and a younglooking man started swimming toward the side nearest her. Billie watched him lean his elbows on the wet tiles and squint into the sun while the water trickled from his hair. His shoulders were very tan and though he didn't look as strong as Hanson Allen, he didn't look flabby, either. He was almost handsome… in a snooty kind of way. Taking a deep breath, she stepped around the side of the wall and stood there clutching her duffel bag with both hands. "I'm looking for Jerrold Butler," she said.

The boy snapped his head around and Billie could see that he was even younger-looking than she'd first thought. Maybe twenty-one or two… it was hard to tell.

"That's me," he said, starting to smile a little. "But who in hell are you?"

Billie told him her name and that she'd gone to the bank to borrow fifty dollars.

"You must really need that money bad," he laughed, pushing wet curls back from his forehead while he studied her.

"Yes… I do need it. Awfully bad."

"Tell you what," the boy said. "You come take a dip and we'll talk about that money later."

Billie looked around at the house and then back at Jerrold Butler. She really didn't want to go swimming. Anyway, she didn't have a suit and the last time she'd gotten near water without a swimsuit…

Jerrold smiled at her hesitance. "I don't loan money to girls on Friday afternoon unless they come swimming with me."

"Mister Butler," she started, "I…"

"Call me Jerrold. And if you're trying to tell me you don't have a suit, well I don't, either." With those words, he dove, and for an instant Billie saw his white bottom flash to the surface and then slip down with the rest of him into the green depths of the pool. She picked up her bag and turned, her face hot. She was hoping that Jerrold Butler might feel sorry for her and stop her and offer to loan her the fifty dollars right there, but when she heard his head break surface again there was only a long, crazy-sounding laugh.

"Don't forget to close the gate on your way out!" he called.

Billie pressed her lips together angrily and stopped. She could almost see Hanson behind the bars of the jail… waiting for someone. Waiting for her. Suddenly angry, she whirled around and put her bag down on a nearby beach chair. "You mean you absolutely won't loan me any money unless… unless…

"In the nude," Jerrold said, smirking.

Tears of frustration welled in her eyes and Billie let them. "I think you're just… horrible!" she cried out.

Jerrold Butler laughed, obviously not bothered by her tears. "Most people would jump at a chance to swim in my father's pool with the future president of Dooberville Community Bank," he said, paddling onto his back. Billie could see the black patch of his pubic hair under the wavy water, and for the first time she noticed the half-empty whiskey bottle setting under the shade of a lawn chair.

"I bet your dad wouldn't like it… wouldn't like what you just said to me."

"My parents have gone to St. Louis for the weekend," Jerrold said, treading water just under the diving board. "No one here but me… and you, of course."

Kicking off her sandals, Billie slipped her pullover top off, then wiggled her jean shorts down. She was afraid to look up at Jerrold, but he'd stopped splashing altogether now. Finally she slipped off her panties and ran to the edge of the pool, thankful that the wall around them was too high for any neighbors to peek in. The cold water took her breath, but she went quickly down the ladder until the wavelets tickled her chin. Then she edged along the overflow gutter with her hands until she got to a place where her toes could touch.

Jerrold hadn't moved from staring at her, but now she heard him paddling across. "I didn't think you'd do it!" he said, coming up close to her. "No shit, I really didn't think you would."

When her eyes met his, she felt herself blush again, but she kept looking anyway. "I told you I need that money." The feeling of the water against her naked skin felt nice and when she moved her legs a little the currents she stirred made her fine pubic hair wave and tickle. Billie was getting ready to push Jerrold away… in case he tried anything, but he splashed off toward the deeper end of the pool.

"Come on, I'll race you!"

"I can't swim!" she called back. Even before the words were out, she knew she shouldn't have said them. In a flash Jerrold Butler was back, grinning with mischief. Then he pried her hands off the edge of the pool, holding her firmly by the wrists as she lost her grip and pulled her backward in the deep water.

"Don't… please don't; I'll drown."

"Then you'd better hang onto me, baby!" he said, laughing crazier than ever. "God, you're pretty!"

It was worse than what had happened at Basset's Pond. The strong boy was pulling her into even deeper water, and once he pretended to lose his grip on her hands. After the second mouthful of water Billie had to cough out, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled her titties tight against his chest. The sensation was exciting even though she didn't want to enjoy it, but at least she wouldn't sink. The wave's moved their bodies apart and then together again, and Billie felt the boy's stomach press up against hers.

"You've got a beautiful body," Jerrold said, his voice low, "but you couldn't be over fifteen or sixteen; am I right?"

Billie nodded, pleased that he'd overestimated her age by a couple of years. Maybe she'd just let him think she was sixteen. They were near the other side of the pool now and Billie was able to reach out a hand to the gutter. She really wanted to get out of the water and back into her clothes. "Can't I have that money now?" she pleaded.

But Jerrold seemed not to hear. He was kissing her between the shoulder blades. His hand moved down her waist, out over one hip, then slipped around to lightly touch her cunt hair.

"Listen, we could drive down to Williamston tonight… just you and me."

"Don't… please… just let me have the money!"

"What's your name again?" he whispered, keeping his lips against one of her shoulders.

"It's Billie," she mumbled, "Billie-Ann, but…" Now Jerrold's fingers were stroking open her labia and though the feeling was warm and shuddery and good, she knew she couldn't let it go on.

This time when she tried to pull herself up Billie managed to hook a knee in the little gutter and shove herself clear of the sucking waves.

For a second she teetered for balance and though surprised that Jerrold didn't grab at her and pull her back, she gave a final lunge, rolled over on the slick tiles and staggered to her knees.

"You're not going to get away that easy," Jerrold said as she started running.

Billie could hear a splashing sound as he pulled himself out of the pool to chase her. Her body felt heavy after being buoyed by the water and she'd only managed to get one foot through her panties before the pounding of Jerrold's feet came up behind her. Letting the dainty things go, Billie started running again… the sleek nylon wrapping around her ankle as she fled through the arch of the surrounding wall toward a long, screened-in porch. She managed to get the flimsy door open and shut behind her before Jerrold thundered up, laughing and swearing loudly. His cock was heavy and thick with excitement and slapped wetly against his thighs.

Just in time she shoved the lock down on the screen door, but Jerrold laughed all the harder and scooped up a dandelion digger from a nearby flower bed. Billie's heart dropped as she watched him jam the implement into the crack between door and frame. Afraid that the thing wouldn't hold, she turned and raced across the porch and into the big house. She heard the snapping sound of a lock breaking, Billie spun around in the middle of the big front room, looking for a way to escape. When she spotted the stairs she didn't hesitate any longer.

The sound of the screen door crashing open made her give a little cry of terror as she ran up the steps two at a time and turned down the long hall at the top. There was a bedroom at the far end of it, and Billie only hoped there'd be a bathroom nearby. She could lock herself in and maybe talk Jerrold out of whatever he wanted to do. He reached the top of the stairs as Billie stumbled to get away, but as she bounded through the bedroom door, two strong arms encircled her naked body and pushed her sprawling across the big double bed.

"I could scream, you know!" she gasped, trying to twist free from Jerrold Butler's grasp.

"You'll only get one chance," he growled, "so make it good."

He forced her over on her back again and drove a knee between her clamped thighs. Billie opened them with a cry of pain, and Jerrold shoved his hips into the gap.

"All I wanted was to borrow fifty dollars," she wailed. "Please let me go!"

"Don't give me that shit!" he snarled. "Jumping in my pool with nothin' on… you gotta be begging for it."

"But you told me if I wanted the money-" Billie's words were smothered by Jerrold's mouth. Against her belly she could feel the warmth of his cock… but this time the cock didn't belong to an eleven-year-old boy!

Her sheer, damp panties were still clinging to one ankle as the boy on top of her moved his hips into a better position, then slipped his cock down over her mound until she could feel the pressure of it nudging her wet cuntlips. Then Jerrold lunged, and her flesh parted slightly, wetting his glans with her love juices.

Billie was more afraid than she'd ever been in her life. Afraid of Jerrold Butler's cock and afraid of the thick, hot stuff he could pump into her vagina. But her arms felt so thin and weak fighting his stronger ones. Below, in the softness between her thighs, she knew her slit was being pushed apart to make room for another inch of his penis.

Trembling with effort, she tried again to close her legs, but they only squeezed tight against her attacker's own thighs.

"That's it," he moaned, humping his back to drive his cock in. Billie tried to twist her hands free, but Jerrold only stretched them higher above her head. She knew he was more than halfway into her, and like always, her struggles were bringing the pitch of her own body to a new tension. Every time he went deeper into her cunt and rubbed her sensitive membranes with his cock, a prickle of electric fire filled her stomach and breasts. Billie pressed her face down against the pillow and closed her lids tight… trying as hard as she could to think of something else. It hurt. He was so much bigger than Lonnie, and the flared head of his organ made sucking sounds as it mingled in her sex oil. By the way Jerrold's breathing sounded Billie knew he wasn't trying to make it last. If only Hanson would rescue her, she thought, but it struck her that Hanson might want to do the very same thing to her, and Billie's first fear was replaced with another.

"You sweet-smellin' little bitch," Jerrold panted into her hair. Then he tried to kiss her again on the mouth, but Billie turned her head from him and felt his teeth against her neck and ear instead. The steady friction of the boy's body against her clit had made her nipples, burn and sprout against his chest, and now their rubbing was doing things to other parts of her.

"Oh, stop, stop!" she sobbed.

"Don't you like it?" he growled, jerking her hands even higher. Billie looked at his blond brows and arrogantly handsome face.

"No… I don't…" And it was partly true. She couldn't stand the way he'd forced her like some piece of white trash that the banker's son had rights to. But the other things that were happening had Billie terribly mixed-up. The savage way her slim bottom was being pressed against the mattress made her want to wiggle free, but the wiggling only increased the feeling of being pressed down until she had to admit that it was a kind of nice feeling. The bad part was Jerrold Butler.

Billie steeled herself against the sensations, but her inflamed little cunt was beginning to throb with all the rubbing and she could feel the fullness of her abdomen.

Jerrold was making funny sounds in his throat and ramming his body against her. Billie felt his hold loosen on one of her wrists, but she knew it would be of no use to try to escape now. His hips rocked and dipped and plowed at her ravaged little cunt and she knew that his cock must be squirting her full of cum. She was tired of struggling… She didn't want him to know that he'd finally managed to excite her.

But he went on and on… rubbing her sleek cunt until with a sudden consuming panic, Billie knew it was too late to hold onto the fragments of her shattered emotions any longer. The tingling, stormy thrill was filling her thighs and belly and she had to clench the covers with her fingers to keep from squirming. Billie bit her cheek and cried out with the effort of trying to stop what was happening, but the tickle grew into a solid core of turbulent exhilaration as the cock in her cunt kept fucking and fucking and fucking. Then her will dissolved completely and she knew she couldn't keep her trembling bottom still another second.

"Ohhh, nooo!" she whined, writhing, trying to disguise her fever as an effort to get free. "Get off!" Billie choked, coming blindly, her breath hoarse and dry in her throat.

"Baby," Jerrold mumbled, hugging her at last. "Baby-doll…"

"I hate you, hate you, hate you!"

***

When it was over, Billie felt sick. Jerrold fell off of her, a dreamy smile on his face, and she got up quickly and sat on the edge of the bed while the sickness passed. Numbed, she felt the jizz ooze out of her cunt and soak the bedspread until finally she composed herself enough to untangle the panties from around her ankle and slip them on.

"What about the money?" she asked. Her voice was so flat and calm it surprised her.

"Come around to the bank on Monday," Jerrold said lazily. "I'll arrange something for you then. Of course, you'll have to have a co-signer and …"

Billie-Ann doubled her fists and brought them down as hard as she could on the side of Jerrold Butler's handsome face. He pitched up from the bed with a yell and clamped a hand over the red place that was already swelling under one eye.

"What the hell is wrong with you anyway!" His eyes glared fiercely, but Billie stood her ground.

Inside, she felt like a scared little girl.

"I told you I needed the money now!" She was frightened, but angry and tired, too. Tired of being pushed around.

"Okay, okay for Chrissake." He stood up, tenderly touching the place on his cheek and studying Billie closely. "I don't have fifty bucks I can spare, but-"

"I want a hundred now," she said, staring into his eyes until he looked away. "Not to borrow-to keep."

Jerrold put his hands on his hips and gave her a smile, but Billie could easily see it was an uncertain one. "Who do you think you're trying to pull one on?"

But she was sure of her advantage now. Jed Judson had told her only a little while before about the law and little girls being naked with older fellas.

"I'm fourteen," she blurted, dimpled chin stuck out in challenge.

"Maybe I should just go down to the police station and-"

"Wait now," Butler said, waving his hands. "Why don't we go out tonight together and I'll buy you dinner and we can talk this over."

"No!" Billie folded her arms under her breasts and pouted. "Go get my clothes-then give me the money."

She waited alone in the bedroom until Jerrold returned, sheepishly carrying the things she'd pulled off at poolside. Billie saw that he'd put on his swimming trunks.

"I didn't know they let people like you work at banks," she snapped, grabbing her things out of his hand.

"I've only been doing it since I flunked out of State U. If I mess this job up my old man'll disinherit me for sure." He looked at her apologetically. "Listen, if I had known you really didn't want to play-"

"You owe me some money," Billie repeated, buckling her leather belt and slipping into her sandals. She almost felt sorry for him, but it wouldn't do her any good getting soft now.

Jerrold left the room again, and after a minute he returned, mumbling.

"This is all the cash there is in the house." He held out four twentydollar bills and a ten. "I swear it is."

Without a word, Billie-Ann folded the money into her pocket and pushed by him out of the room. She heard his footsteps behind her as she went downstairs and across the big front room, but she kept her eyes straight ahead. Finally at the door he jumped in front of her.

"What kind of a chick are you anyway?" Jerrold asked, frowning. "Just take the money and leave without so much as a 'go-to-hell'?"

Billie kept her expression straight and cool. "I got something important to do." She stepped by and went down the long walk. Just before she closed the wrought-iron gate behind her, she glanced back to see him standing open-mouthed in the doorway to his parents' house.

Then she hurried down the street toward where she thought the river cut through Dooberville. Now that she'd gotten the money, Billie knew where she had to go… to the colored part of town to find someone who could bail Hanson Allen out of jail.

***

As the houses along Bonner street began to get shabbier and more paintpeeled, Billie knew she was heading in the right direction. Finally, she could smell the river, and when she got closer to the business part of black town, she could see the shops and bars along one side of the street busy with Friday-afternoon excitement. Billie was embarrassingly aware of the dark faces turning her way as she walked by the open doorways. She wanted to turn to ask for help but was still too afraid and uncertain to try.

The heavy smells of greens boiling and of sizzling barbecue made her realize she hadn't eaten all day, but there wasn't time to think of food yet. The cool eyes of one black boy about her own age looked boldly at her lithe, bare legs but when she chanced a smile at him, he spat in the gutter and strolled proudly by.

Billie had stopped near the comer of one street when a girl in a red dress staggered suddenly from a noisy bar and took her by the arm. The colored girl's eyes were bloodshot and she smelled of cheap whiskey.

"Honey, you's in the wrong part of town for Friday!"

Billie stared at her, speechless with terror, afraid that at any moment more blacks would stumble from the bar and help run her away.. or worse.

"I need help," she finally managed to say.

"Ain't nobody 'roun' here be able to help you." The woman rocked unsteadily in her run-down shoes. Another voice, a man's, boomed from somewhere inside the darkened bar.

"Billie! That you I see?"

Billie didn't dare believe it was Sam, even though it sounded like him.

But when the broad, khaki-shirted man strode out into the sunlight and she saw his flashing gold-tooth smile, she gave a little squeal of joy and twisted away from the black girl's grip. "Sam!" Billie blurted,

"you gotta help… they got Hanson in jail and they're looking for me, too… I got the money to get him out, but you see I can't because-"

"Hold on, hold on," he laughed. "Let's go around back where we can talk." He snugged an arm around her shoulders. "Sounds like one hell of a mess to me."

Sam took her elbow and together they walked around behind the bar, where his battered Oldsmobile was parked. The black girl stood watching them for a moment, then shrugged and stumbled back into the noisy bar.

Billie could tell that Sam was a little boozed up, but he listened, nodding while she told him how Jed Judson had tried to get Hanson in trouble with the law because of her age and why she couldn't bail him out herself. It didn't take him a minute to come up with a plan of his own.

"You give me that money and get down in the back seat. I'll go spring our uppity brother and drive you two out of this goddamn town before that deputy pulls any more bullshit."

Billie did as Sam told her. When she felt the car stop across from the jail and Sam left her alone, she tried to stay calm, but couldn't help think of what she would do or where she'd go after Hanson was free again. For one thing, the day's adventures had proven to Billie that she was too young to be on her own. She needed somebody like Hanson to protect her, but realized, too, that the time would surely come when he'd want to do sexy things to her. That's what made her feel so small and weak and soft. Billie's heart thumped crazily and she stretched her legs into a more comfortable position. Maybe he wouldn't want her, though. Maybe he had another woman somewhere. Maybe Alicia Shelton.

Billie felt a twinge of jealousy and wondered if she was going crazy.

Afraid of Hanson and afraid of losing him. But there was another, more serious, complication now. Jerrold Butler had filled her full of cum and she just knew she was knocked up this time.

Billie-Ann looked down at her slim girl-child's body. She was so mixedup… so very, very tired. Maybe having Hanson to talk to would make everything all right again. She closed her eyes and prayed that Sam would be able to get him free.

Chapter 14

"Man, them ofay motherfuckers sure didn't want to turn me loose, did they?" Hanson laughed as he slid into the front seat of Sam's Oldsmobile. He felt good, the way only getting out of jail could make him feel.

"That's a fact," Sam said, "but they can't turn down honest bail." He started the Olds and backed away from the curb. "Did you see the look on that deputy's face when you jived him about the crappy accommodations?"

Hanson slapped his friend's shoulder and laughed again. "Where'd you get the bail anyway, man? And how'd you know I was in the goddamn can in the first place?"

Hanson watched Sam smile across at him. "You 'member that little piece of ankle you brung out to Elsie's yesterday night?"

"You gotta be shittin' me, boy," Hanson said, eyes wide in disbelief.

Sam pulled a half-empty quart of whiskey from under the seat and shoved it across to Hanson. "Just drink some of this and listen. That Billie come wandering round down on Bonner Street in her short jeans this very afternoon. I'm sittin' up there in the Club Matinee messin' around half-tore up and see her out there on the sidewalk." Sam laughed and glittered his gold tooth. "Molly Gee was trying to hassle her about something', and I heard it and come out."

Hanson poured his mouth full of the hot booze and washed the jail taste down his throat. He hadn't figured on Billie-Ann Wheeler helping Him … even if she had found out he was in trouble. As much as he still made up fantasies about her, Hanson knew she was really only a country white girl so ignorant she could hardly tell one hole from the other.

But what Sam was telling him now turned his head around. Could shy little Billie-Ann scrape together his bail somehow and then go find Sam to cut him loose? Maybe he didn't know her the way he thought he did.

He tilted the bottle up again and slugged hard.

"How'd she know not to come down there to the jail herself? How come she knew they was lookin' for her to put the heat on me?"

"That Jed fella told her. But why don't you just ask her yourself?" Sam laughed again and hooked the bottle from Hanson's hand. "She's squattin' down behind your seat."

Hanson turned just as Billie-Ann jumped up squealing. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her squirming into the front seat with him.

"Damn it, baby, am I glad to see you!"

Billie blushed and smiled and lowered her lashes. He could feel her heat against his side and smell the heady aroma of her fourteen-yearold body on the verge of growing into sweet adolescence. Damn it to hell, maybe he could go completely insane and keep this little white rabbit for his very own. Hanson yearned for her as much as ever. His cock grew tight in his pants in its need to be buried in Billie's wet, yielding flesh.

"Hey, Sam, why don't you take' us out to Zeebee Lee's… you know, that old voodoo woman they ran out of town a long time ago." Hanson smelled Billie's hair and kissed it. "I don't know if she'll remember me but she knows my folks real good."

"Sho, man, ain't nobody gonna be botherin' you out there." Sam frowned and shook his head. "Wouldn't stay there myself, though…"

Hanson grabbed the whiskey bottle back and shoved his friend's shoulder. "Shit, that's just what you need. Little black cat bone might keep you out of trouble."

"Had a girl that did a spell on me," Sam said, sucking his gold tooth.

"Couldn't get one up for three months."

Hanson laughed and looked down at Billie. She hadn't said a thing since he'd pulled her up beside him, but she was as close to his side as she could get without going through his shirt. Gently he slipped a hand down along one of her thighs and squeezed it. The pretty girl made a soft noise in her throat and pushed the side of her face against his chest.

"Why'd you get me out of jail?" he whispered, pulling her chin up so she'd have to look at him.

"I w-wanted to," she said back.

"You want to stay with me?"

"Uh-huh," Billie said, nodding; "but I'm scared."

"What you scared of?"

Billie-Ann looked away again and then rubbed a thin finger over a mole on her knee. Hanson saw the tears well up in her eyes and before he could say anything to stop her, her cheeks flooded with hot, salty streaks and she jerked, sobbing, in his arms. "I… I'm so hungry and tired and… oh, please don't fuck me Hanson… please don't."

Sam choked on a mouthful of whiskey, but Hanson paid no attention to his friend's mirth. "Don't you be worrying," he told Billie, patting the side of her sweet bottom, "you ain't gonna be fucked 'less you wanta be." Then he framed her face with a hand and made her look up at him again until a smile began to show through the tears. Suddenly Billie's eyes brightened as if she were remembering something. Hanson watched her dig some bills out of her pocket and hold them out.

"Jesus, baby, that's forty bucks!" Carefully he folded the money into his own pocket. "I'll keep this safe for you… some of it might help show Zeebee Lee that we mean to be paying customers." Hanson was wondering hard where Billie had come up with all the cash. Enough to get him out of jail and forty more left over. And she'd pushed the money at him almost as if she were relieved to be rid of it. But he figured it would be better to let the questions wait.

Hanson looked over at Sam. "What this little angel needs is a warm bath and some food in her stomach." He laughed softly and wiped a hand across his mouth. "If I don't get something to eat myself I'm gonna back myself into a weird drunk."

"I ain't breaking your arm with the bottle," Sam said with a woozy smile. "It's that jail you trying to forget."

***

Sam drove until they were almost to the county line and the sun had sunk in the west. It had been so long since Hanson had been there that he almost didn't recognize the rambling old rundown farmhouse Sam finally stopped in front of. As a young boy he'd played around that very same yard while his mother talked for hours to old Zeebee Lee about all manner of things. Usually his ma had come away with a charm in her pocket for something. An ailment that had been troubling her or a cow that wouldn't calve.

Hanson left Billie-Ann sitting on the big front porch and went inside to find Zeebee Lee. The silver-haired old woman didn't like it when she peeked through the window and saw that Billie was a white girl and so young, but after Hanson told her how the same little white girl had gotten him out of jail, Zeebee softened. When he pulled a ten-dollar bill from his pocket and made her take it, everything was set.

"It's just I don't abide no trouble out here," Zeebee Lee said in her raspy voice. "Had enough trouble with townspeople as it is."

"Ain't nobody even know we're here," Hanson told her. "And we won't be around long anyway. Sam's gone back to town to pick up my old man's truck and take it back to him. Then he's gonna bring all my things from home." He smiled and put his hand on Zeebee's shoulder. "We'll be leaving tomorrow for sure."

The wrinkles on the old woman's face formed into what could pass for a smile. "I go get some food cooked. That girl looks skinnier than a fence post."

"Don't fatten her up too much, Zeebee; I like 'em that way."

Zeebee Lee studied Hanson's face. "Can she love good as a black woman?"

He smiled and scuffed one of his boots back and forth on the floor.

"Would you believe me if I told you I don't know yet?"

The old woman clinked her bear-claw necklace and made a clucking sound in her throat. "Zeebee Lee can help. After supper I make nice little dolls."

Hanson put out a hand. "Now hold on, Zeebee. I don't want no gris-gris spells worked on me."

Zeebee shook her head as if she already had her mind made up. "Dolls make everything fine… you see," and she turned and waddled into the kitchen.

Hanson went back out to the porch and took Billie by the hand. "Come on, honey," he said. "We'll go down to the barn and draw some water and get us a bath. Zeebee Lee gonna have us something to eat in a little while."

Still silent, Billie let him lead her across the yard. She had hardly said ten words since he'd gotten out of jail, but he knew it was only because she'd made the decision to leave home and wasn't used to it yet. Every time he looked at her she drooped her long-lashed lids and blushed a little. God, how he wanted to get her into bed with him.

Somehow she looked even younger than when he'd first met her, and her forlorn little-girl-lost manner made her that much more desirable. For the first time since he'd been obsessed by the lovely fourteen-yearold, he had to admit there was something about her he loved. Yes, he was starting to love Billie.

In a small storeroom in the barn there was a battered galvanized tub.

He filled it from the well just outside, then brought back a couple of buckets of boiling water from the house that Zeebee Lee had made ready for them. He felt Billie watching him as he readied the bath and tested it with his hand.

"Just right," he said smiling at her. "Zeebee give us a bar of soap, too."

Billie rubbed her narrow palms on her jeans and looked worried, so Hanson walked over to her and pulled her close against him. Billie's adorable pubescent breasts heaved against his chest as if she were scared to death.

"Listen to me, little girl," he whispered.

Billie looked up wide-eyed.

"We gonna be living together from now on, right?"

She nodded.

"So way I figure, sharing the bath water is a good start."

Billie smiled then and started undoing her belt. Hanson pretended to be busy with his own clothes, but couldn't help watching when the pretty girl slipped her shorts down over her willowy legs. Gracefully she bent her knees and dipped to step out of each leg hole. Hanson clenched his jaw tight. Next came her panties, and her face pinkened softly, but she stepped out of them, too, and straightened to undo the snap of her top.

Hanson was out of his pants and shorts now, and though he'd been afraid that his erection might frighten Billie more than she already was, there was nothing he could do about it. Then he skinned out of his shirt and dropped it on the growing pile of their shucked clothes.

Billie was still having trouble getting the catch loose on her top, her arms raised as she struggled with it. Hanson could see where the tight material was pulled over her breasts and wondered if he could trust himself to get it loose without touching her. When he walked over, Billie turned her back so he could help. There was nothing to it really, but he pretended the trouble was more complicated so he'd have a chance to breathe in Billie's loveliness. Looking down the back of her body stirred his loins wildly. The tiny waist seemed smaller than ever and her narrow hips were like before, curving smoothly out only enough to show she was female. Only inches away from the small of her back, his cock pulsed ready, and he longed to press it against the firm tan skin. Instead, he let his eyes follow the perfectly straight line of her crack between the plump pink cheeks, then down the unbroken sweep of her girlish thighs and childishly thin calves. Billie was standing slightly splay-footed and Hanson found himself adoring the way her thin toes spread out against the wood floor. When he knew he couldn't pretend the clasp was caught any longer, he let the top fall forward over her shoulders and off. Billie started to move away, but he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to him. The top of her head was chest high, and she had to look up… her wide, wet mouth open slightly. Each freckle on her cute nose was a wonder of perfection, and when he noticed that her silky hair was curtained over one pink-nippled breast Hanson had to close his eyes for a second in thankfulness to the gods that he knew were watching over him. Moving slowly so he wouldn't scare her, Hanson curved one arm under the backs of her knees and cradling her body with the other, he picked her up and lowered her into the tub.

"Hanson," she murmured, almost too quietly for him to hear. It was the first time she'd said a word in hours and he leaned close to her face, smiling.

"What is it, baby?"

She lowered her eyes for a second, then looked at him and said, "I…

I love you, Hanson."

The water in the tub swished as he pulled her face to his and let their lips touch. Billie didn't resist but opened her mouth to him instead as he let their tongues play gingerly for a moment. Then Hanson stepped into the big tub behind her-his chest to Billie's back-and started to scrub her shoulder blades with a bar of soap.

"Ohh, that feels so nice," she breathed, pressing back against his fingers.

His rigid cock was pressed upward between her ribs and his belly, and when he moved once and it ground against her, Billie didn't show that she was bothered. Hanson put his arms around her lovely middle and scrubbed the girl's flat belly until she moaned and pushed her back harder against his chest. Carefully, he moved his hands lower, tangling fingers into the sparse fur of her pubic hair. Billie flopped her head backward onto his shoulder, panting lightly.

"I'm trying to say there ain't nothing wrong with it," she said, voice full of emotion.

"There ain't," Hanson whispered into one small, perfect ear. Then he sucked the tight lobe between his teeth and nibbled until Billie straightened her long legs against the end of the metal tub and shivered from head to foot. The feel of her palms flattened against the muscles of his thighs was something he'd never experienced so completely… not in all his times with beautiful women.

Hanson tried to cool down then and together they soaked lazily…

Billy taking her time exploring the muscled ridges of Hanson's shoulders and chest with her excruciatingly innocent fingers while he watched the expressions dance and flicker across her face. There was a whole world of hassles ahead of them-problems to be solved, things to be talked over, but for the present he knew nothing was more important than their discovery of each other.

Now the two of them were facing in the tub, and he thought he saw a question in Billie's eyes. She had been having a hard time keeping her gaze from the stiff jut of his erect cock as it bobbed just under the surface of the soap-clouded water.

"You want to look at it better?" he asked.

Billie sucked her bottom lip and went pink under her freckled tan, but her eyes never left his. Slowly she nodded yes. Hanson raised himself in the tub so that his cock pushed out of the water. Billie-Ann gave a little gasp as the water trickled off his smooth skin.

"Every time I see it, it looks bigger," she said.

"Reason it's so big now is because you make it that way," Hanson said.

"Go ahead; touch it if you want." He was amazed at how close he was to coming, and all he'd really done was press himself against Billie's loveliness. But then he'd spent many hours dreaming of her, and now that she was squatting in the water only inches away, it was almost too much for one man to bear. He was sitting tailor fashion on his heels and when Billie's fingertips touched the taut swollen glans, Hanson let out a lungful of air and leaned back against his end of the tub. Gently she encircled it with her whole hand and squeezed.

"Gosh, that makes me feel so funny inside," she murmured. "To have my hand on you." He saw her face cloud and she wrinkled her brow. "Maybe I better not…"

Hanson caught her wrist before she could pull away. "Don't be thinkin' it's wrong. No matter what anybody ever told you."

"Maybe it is, though," she said. "Wrong, I mean."

"No chance in hell," Hanson told her, then laughed at his choice of words. But Billie's arm relaxed and she left it against his throbbing meat. Once more the smooth skin of her fingers circled him, tightening and loosening experimentally against the steeliness. His foreskin was stretched back clear of the glans and as Billie tested and pulled, she saw how the skin could cover some of the glistening ridged crown.

"I didn't know it would do that!" she gasped.

"Haven't you ever seen a boy before?" Hanson asked, noticing right away that his question had embarrassed her. "Aw, come on, every girl's seen at least one. Your brother maybe or some guy…"

Billie nodded. "But not close-up."

Their eyes met and both had to laugh. Hanson was sure then that she'd be all right… that with his tender urging Billie would become a sexual dream come true. He took another heavy breath and felt his sphincter tighten as the turbulent pressure in his bails filled him with a pleasant and expectant ache.

Chapter 15

Sitting there in the tub with Hanson Allen made Billie keep having to remind herself that she wasn't dreaming. Somehow she'd managed to do everything right. The deputy hadn't found her, Hanson was free again, and the two of them were together… taking a bath! If Billie had known all this was going to happen to her a week before, she never would have believed it, but there was something about the way Hanson was so gentle and understanding and sweet that made her feel free around him. It had been like that from the beginning… when he'd made her laugh about getting a ride from a "colored boy." And now she was wet and naked in front of him with her fingers wrapped tightly around his brown cock. If it seemed a wrong thing to do, the memory of Nora's ugly warnings was faint and unreal now. Billie knew she hated her stepmother and so it seemed only right that she should hate what the old woman had wanted her to believe. Yet she was still afraid of Hanson's masculinity… scared of the very thing she held.

"You're beautiful," Hanson said, and she felt her body tingle to his words. Once again she moved her fingers around the strange softhardness of his cock.

She had been too shy to tell him about Lonnie or about the dirty pictures she had and especially about the time she'd watched Jed Judson make himself come. But even with all that had happened to her, Billie still didn't know much. One moment she felt brave enough to go ahead and do something she thought might please Hanson, and the next second she'd stop, afraid it would be going too far. More and more, though, she was sure he liked her to move the loose skin that covered the firm shaft of his cock. When she did, he breathed funny and tightened his grip on the sides of the tub. She wanted so much to make him happy.

Then she remembered the way she'd seen Jed work his own cock… maybe if she touched Hanson in the same way it would make him come, too. Then he'd feel good without fucking her. Billie moved the skin down clear of his cock's crown and stared in wonder as the already huge head pumped fuller right before her eyes. If she'd ever been sure of anything in her life, Billie was certain that Hanson Allen's penis would never fit into her narrow, immature body. She knew she loved him, but…

"Billie… your hands are so damn soft," Hanson said, his voice raggedly.

"Is it all right?" she quavered. "What I'm doing?"

"Oh, baby, you must be kidding…"

His words made her smile and she pumped the circle of her hand a little harder… up and down… up and down, feeling his cock surge with blood, throb strongly against her fingers. She was growing excited by the changes that took place in Hanson's body as she played with him.

His chest heaved up and down as if he were running uphill, and the tendons in his groin tightened and loosened in a slow, steady rhythm.

With him sitting cross-legged, she had the bottoms of her feet pressed tight against his shins and every so often his whole body seemed to shudder against her. She was a real part of Hanson's excitement, and knowing that made her own folds and nubbins go oily under the surface of the water. There was something else about Hanson's beautiful brown body that fascinated her… the loose-hanging sac that drooped down under the base of his cock and held the eggs that Billie knew were full of baby makings. Finally she decided that it wouldn't hurt Hanson if she just touched the wrinkled bag. The eggs looked so much bigger than little Lonnie's had, and Billie wondered if they were heavier, too.

When she cupped a palm under them the water was too buoyant for her really to feel the weight, but she cradled them anyhow, giving a tender squeeze while she pumped with her other hand. Hanson made a strange sound and strained his hips up even further out of the water. Then a tiny spout of milky paste jumped straight up from the tip of his cock.

A hungry little tickle went through Billie's body while she watched the next jet of cum arc into the air and plop thickly into the water. It thrilled her wildly to know that the spongy balls in her hand were emptying out their store of seed, and she had to sigh. Billie stated moving her hand faster on his cock to see if that would make more stuff come out. One after another the slick, hot curds frothed from the tiny hole and coated her fingers until with a final gasp of pleasure Hanson let his body sink once more into the water. He looked at her with a slack, panting grin.

"How good did it feel?" she asked, wrinkling up her nose with an impudent eagerness to understand what men were all about.

"Good!" he laughed, and pulled her damp face close to kiss each cheek,

"but not as good as it would've been inside you."

Billie-Ann shook her head and picked up the bar of soap again. Somehow she had to make him understand. The suds dripped over her nipples and down her stomach. Billie didn't really understand herself. It wasn't as if she were a virgin or anything.

Lonnie Crumpers had managed to push his small cock into her body and as disturbing as the experience had been, Jerrold Butler, the banker's son, had plumbed her quite a bit deeper. But part of her fear, Billie knew, was that Hanson really was bigger. His dusky-brown penis looked at least two inches longer than Jerrold's, and thicker around. At the same time her childish little hole still felt tender and delicate… much like her budding breasts.

Hanson made her stand up close to him then while he poured another bucket of lukewarm water over their heads to rinse the soap off. His cock was still pretty big, even though it drooped, but when she moved a thigh against it, it felt rubbery and limp.

"How long does it take till it's…" but the question she was about to ask made her blush and she stopped.

Hanson was laughing fit to kill. "Why you want to know?"

Billie gave him a shy look. "I was just curious…"

He hooked a towel off a nail on the wall and slapped her bottom with it. She danced away giggling… almost bumping into Zeebee Lee, who'd silently come into the room with two white gowns slung over one arm.

Billie wrapped her towel around her body, and Hanson did, too, but the old woman didn't pay any attention to their nakedness.

"I brung something for you' to wear while I wash your things," she said, and as soon as she'd scooped the dirty clothes off the floor she was gone. Hanson gave Billie a smile and a shrug and they helped each other get into the strange long gowns.

Billie' found that hers reached past her ankles and cinched just under her breasts. When she twirled, the gown billowed out. It was only made of cotton, but she liked the way it hung on her slim, naked body. She felt fresh and clean enclosed in the cool material… as if she were beginning a new part of her life. "I think they're nice," she said,

"and look, here's a little charm sewed on."

Hanson was smiling because his own gown was too short. "People are always giving Zeebee Lee things they don't want, and she never throws nothin' away. No telling where she got these from." Then he took her hand. "Come on, let's go see if Hannah's got us something to eat."

***

All through supper, Zeebee Lee didn't say much. Most of the time she just eyed Billie-Ann and Hanson and gummed a biscuit. But Billie was too hungry to think about the funny old woman one way or the other.

There was chicken and grits and greens and plenty of goat's milk to wash everything down with.

When they were through, Zeebee showed Hanson the old mattress she'd put down on the porch and gave him some blankets and sheets and told him to go make the bed up. Billie knew as soon as they were alone that the old woman wanted to say something to her and she couldn't help being a little scared.

"Come here, honey; old Zeebee won't hurt you," the black woman said, motioning with a gnarled finger. Billie came over obediently, her hands clasped in front of her. Zeebee's fingers felt her hips and waist and tested the flesh on her arms. Then the voodoo woman pulled a tiny amber vial from a pocket, opened it and wet a fingertip. "This good magic," she whispered. "Make Hanson love you up like a cyclone."

"But I don't w-want…" Billy stammered, trying to think of a way to tell Zeebee Lee that she wasn't going to let Hanson do anything like that to her.

"Shhhh," the woman said, putting out her hand. Before Billie could stumble back, she felt the wetness under her ear as Zeebee rubbed the potion onto her skin. Oh, well, she thought, it was all superstition anyway, and when the old woman tried to wet her other ear, Billie let her.

When she joined Hanson on the sleeping porch, he quickly finished tucking in the blanket and stood up. The sun was starting to go down and golden rays of light came through the vine trellis behind them.

Billie took off her sandals and dropped tiredly to the mattress. The pillow felt cool and good against her face.

"I can't sleep in this thing," Hanson said, and pulled his gown off over his head and lay down next to her.

Billie noticed that his cock was thick and straight again, but after their games in the bath she had a feeling that she could trust Hanson not to do anything she didn't want him to. After all, he'd given her his word on it earlier.

When he stretched to get comfortable Billie could sense the warmness of his brown body next to her and she felt that it would be nice to snuggle close… to feel the protection of another person holding her.

Of course, she didn't let herself, because of what she'd learned about boys in the past week. Billie was beginning to understand that a girl could make them go crazy with just a touch or a look, and she didn't want to make Hanson go crazy… not with that long, thick shaft he carried between his muscular thighs.

"Don't be lying there worrying now," Hanson told her, his hand brushing over her belly. "I'll let you sleep tonight. Then he turned over and bunched a pillow under his head.

Billie felt relief mingled with a strange tension as the day's events tried to crowd into her exhausted mind and then faded away. There was so much she had to think about… to sort out… but now only sleep seemed to matter and she closed her eyes and let go…

Billie didn't know how long she'd dozed before the dream worked its way into her mind, but it was scary right from the beginning. She was a child again, like when her daddy had been at home. But she wasn't at home. She was alone in a jungle. Huge green plants seemed to close in around her as she ran, her long white gown flying out behind.

Overhanging branches caught at her hair and thorns scraped her legs, but still she ran, until bursting through a thicket, she felt the cloth of the gown catch. Before she could free it, the material shredded in her hands and she was naked. Now Billie sensed a new fear as if her being without clothes had set into motion other dangers. Some noise ahead made her stop. On the ground, crawling in the trees, everywhere, were snakes. Snakes with complicated designs… snakes with jewels in their eyes… hundreds of snakes. Billie screamed and ran back in the direction from where she'd come. She stumbled into the center of a hazy open place. A man stood in the mist and immediately she ran to him, her child legs pumping. "Daddy!" she sobbed, hugging his thighs… struggling to climb into his arms. "Oh, Daddy!" Then there was the comforting feeling of strong hands against her back and she felt her chest close against his own bare chest. But the feeling of security was being replaced by a sensation more turbulent and impassioned. Her body felt charged with gentle thrills as if an electric current were being run through it. As she wiggled closer in her daddy's embrace she realized with a sudden shock that the man wasn't her daddy at all!

"It's okay, Billie," Hanson was saying, patting the side of her face with his hand.

And she knew as she fought her way out of the dream that the bare chest was real, and the man was real, too! She was lying on top of Hanson, her gown tangled up under her arms. "How… how did…"

"Believe me, pretty girl, I don't know. I was just laying here on my back, stone asleep and all of a sudden you were climbing all over me, moaning and crying like a pack of wolves was about to eat you."

Billie felt Hanson's hands pressing' against her back just like the hands in the dream. She was still trembling from the realness of it, and his embrace felt good even though she knew she shouldn't stay there too long. The breeze soughed through the vines at the end of the porch while Hanson stroked her back and sides with his hands. It was as nice a feeling as anything she'd ever experienced, and she let her head rest in the hollow of his neck and tiredly closed her eyes again. Her thighs were around Hanson's hips, and as he brushed her skin, she felt his fingers touch the soft places behind her knees. A delicious warm flush filled her and she sighed. He was so good to her… nobody had ever been that good. Then his hands were rubbing and caressing her higher until she felt the shivery sensation of his palms gliding across her bottom. It was feeling too good…

"Hanson…" she mumbled against his neck.

But Hanson went on patting and holding her. She could feel him following the crack of her firm bottom down between her thighs until he was tickling through the fine curls of her cunt hair. His arms were wrapped over her ass and the warmth of his touch made Billie shiver. It was nice lying on top of his strong, warm body, and in a sleepy daze she realized that Hanson's holding her made her feel secure… just like in the dream when she'd thought her daddy was hugging her. Billie squirmed a little against Hanson's chest not so much afraid any more even though her tiny nipples had pushed out from the softly fleshed rosettes and were tingling with the friction of rubbing against his chest. She loved Hanson and that meant she had to trust him, too. His hands cradled the sides of her head, lifting it until her lips brushed against his. When he wet her mouth with his tongue, Billie let him.

Their spit flowed and mingled together and he kissed her harder until the delicate skin of her inner mouth slipped over his teeth. Billie gave a whimper of delight. Why wasn't she scared… why wasn't she stopping it?

"I love you, Billie-Ann," he breathed into her ear.

"Oh, Hanson, will you always take care of me?" she sighed.

"That's what I mean to do, girl."

Hanson's hands touched her back and hips and inner thighs again and she couldn't keep from tightening her legs a little on the outside of his.

He was stroking her feverish little cunny so softly that it made her feel like a pampered kitten, and when he kissed her neck again she almost started purring. Of course, she knew her cuntlips were swollen and hot, but he was being so tender. Like he really didn't mean to do anything more. Besides, it felt wonderful. Billie rocked her hips ever so slightly and her inner surfaces rubbed together like hot satin. She was much more buttery than she'd thought, and knowing this made her wonder if she was doing right. Billie tried to clear her sleep-numbed mind. Everything seemed so shuddery and tingly and nice that it made her toes point. Hanson's lips caught the lobe of her ear and made her try to remember why she shouldn't let him. She felt him pulling her gown the rest of the way off her arms but found herself too weak and breathless to say no.

"What are you doing to' me?" she asked.

"Doesn't it feel better not to have that thing all wound around your neck?"

Billie nodded. It did feel better, of course. As she rested against Hanson again she was aware of a light pressure on the underside of her mound… something roundish and firm. In her dreamy, half-awake state she thought at first that it was Hanson's hand but now with his arms hugging her back she realized it couldn't be. She gave a little gasp and stiffened in his arms, but Hanson's fingers touched her feverish cuntlips and parted them slightly. Billie felt the roundish something moving between her dewy petals. "Hanson?"

"It's okay, Billie-honey… any time you want me to quit, I'll quit."

Billie tried to think straight but a funny smell that at first had been faint was now actually entrancing her. It was a musky, sharp scent that she hadn't even noticed until her body had gotten damp with excitement, and now as her sweat mingled with Hanson's it grew even stronger. The potion! The potion Zeebee Lee had touched to her ears that she'd claimed would make Hanson love her like a cyclone! Billie drew a panicky breath, but the smell swirled into her lungs and made her feel strangely giddy. She was more aware than ever of Hanson's fingers spreading the folds of her cunt, stretching the pretty place wide as he pushed in the flared head of his cock.

"Hanson, we can't… please… we just can't."

But the fullness at the beginning of her vagina sent out shimmers of warmth that lulled and enticed her along with the pungent perfume. A stretching pain in the moist center of her mound brought Billie out of her grogginess for an instant, and she realized what she'd been allowing to happen. Frantic, she pulled her legs up and pushed against Hanson's chest with both hands. "No!" she gasped, trying to rock her hips away. Instantly, Hanson's strong hands hooked over her pelvis and forced her wriggling bottom down. The stretching pain grew sharper.

"Oh, God!" she whined, snapping her body up and backward in a last wild try to free herself before it was too late, but Hanson reached an arm behind one of Billie's flailing legs and bent it up close to her side.

Then he rolled her over and she felt the sudden weight of his big body crushing her down into the mattress. The pain at her groin jolted through her and she felt a sudden fullness such as she'd never dreamed possible. Her flesh was being forced out around something too big for her hole.

"It won't fit," she sobbed, clutching Hanson's shoulders in terror. "It won't! It won't!" But Billie could feel the large barbed glans of the cock pressing ahead, plowing her delicate tissue open. Miraculously, it was fitting, but she knew it was changing her insides forever.

***

Hanson knew that he'd forced Billie-Ann somewhat, especially when she'd rebelled from the first pain and he'd had to jab through the contracted ring of muscles and into her fresh, jelly-soft vagina. As much as he wanted to be gentle, it excited him when Billie had tried to free herself from his staff with her frenzied squirming. But the fucking had to be. After feeling her thin body on top of him, he knew he wouldn't have been able to go back to sleep. And there was some damned scent around, too.

Billie was still resisting but more weakly than at first. With half his throbbing length inside her, he knew she would like it soon enough. The girl's flesh was opening and stretching to accommodate his cock, and he could feel the flow of her juices dampening their organs. When he pressed his cock hard into her again, gaining another inch, Billie wiggled and plunged her slim bottom in a wild, almost vicious, way.

Though she was securely harpooned and had obviously abandoned any real hope of escaping, she was still full of fight. Even Pamela Whittier with her high-class perversions had never shown such spirit. Hanson trembled with his passion, kissing and inhaling the lovely aroma of Billie's skin mixed with the other heavy musk he couldn't identify.

Whatever it was it made his head buzz with every breath and caused his cock to grow even harder.

Billie bent and unbent her legs spasmodically, flopping them against the mattress, then rubbing the insides of her feet along his stretched legs. Hanson had never guessed how fantastic such a slender girl's form would feel under him, and as he cradled her pubescent body in his arms and tucked his powerful hips under once more, he knew he'd be spoiled for any other woman after this. The sensation of those skinny tan arms sliding over his back at one moment… trembling weakly against his sides at another, made him want to shout with joy. And his excitement quickened, too, when Billie's long fingers grasped his shoulders with a frenzied tremble only to dance off down his back, touching his moving hips while she babbled confusedly… her mouth wet against his neck.

"Ohhh, Hanson… stop! I'm too little… We can't… oh… Ohhh…

I love you."

Already he was surprised that Billie's cunt could take so much of him.

Hanson was moving into her slowly now so that it wouldn't hurt if he came up against the end of her hot little tube, since he knew by the way Billie's breath rushed against his skin in labored gasps that she was beyond reasoning. For the first time in her life probably, the young girl's body had rejected the limiting grasp of her frightened mind. Whatever dangers she feared, whatever guilt feelings had influenced her had been swept away. When he pushed up on his elbows, Billie convulsed and writhed under him, her flat belly heaving wildly, her strong, lithe hips rocking forward and back on the length of his cock… still firmly embedded in the luscious, steamy slick of her insides. And as her body grew hotter and her heart pumped more blood to the ravaged tissues of her cunt, Hanson felt the tender tube relax some of its resistance. The flooding girl honey dripped from her tissues, wetting their tangled pubic hair with heavy, thick droplets.

In the dim beginnings of the dawn he could see the lovely sex flush on her cheeks. Billie tossed her head and bit down on her lower lip with an impassioned whimper of happiness. Fourteen years of vibrant, tumultuous female was twitching wondrously in his embrace, thrusting her sharp hips against him, learning to dig her short fingernails into the skin of his back. Hanson plunged his fingers into the soft swirls of her brown hair and for an instant Billie's long lashes fluttered and came open.

"It's too late!" she gasped, and Hanson felt her back give a sharp jerk. Then another. Hungrily she bit his shoulder and neck and face, arms trembling from her ravenous clutch of his back. Hanson slipped his cock half-out of her seeping hole, then moved forward again, trying to bury the final inch. Unbelievably, he felt his hilt bump tightly against Billie's soaked pubes and only then did his tip touch the tiniest knot of something deep, deep within her. Never in his life had he fucked such a sweet jelly roll!

"Gossshhh," she babbled, grinding her turgid clit against him. "Gosh damn!"

Hanson felt her teeth again… harder this time, and Billie's legs went crazy, drumming the mattress and floor, heels punching his roiling, humping ass. He'd never known a girl to come with such wild abandon. Billie licked him with her tongue, snuffling against his cheek and pulled his body down hard against her as she rutted. When he knew that the stormy spasms had completely invaded her squirming body, Hanson fiercely kissed her spit-streaked mouth and felt his own juices jump to meet hers. With a cry of love, he rocked his cock furiously in the wet, feather-softness of her deepest folds. Billie lunged and sobbed, curving her narrow back so she could brush her firm-nippled tits against his chest. Hanson felt the fluttery caress of her cunt tighten on his bursting glans just as his cock spouted with scalding seed. He choked and whispered against Billie's neck as he rubbed his cock against her softest place… feeling each aching jet of sap as it sprayed against the young girl's womb.

Slowly, gently the two of them wound down, kissing small hurts and enjoying the relaxing tremors of their muscles. Outside in the yard a rooster crowed. In the henhouse there was a scrambling and clucking and the rooster crowded again… louder. Hanson roiled his body sideways, careful to keep Billie joined to him. She moaned, mumbled something soft he couldn't understand and wrapped two warm arms around his neck.

Then Hanson Allen slept the sleep of true contentment.

***

Billie's first thought when she drifted up from her slumber was that she felt gloriously at ease with her body… like she knew how it worked now. But she didn't open her eyes just yet. The fullness in her crotch was still there… not as huge… but there all the same. She breathed in the natural scent of Hanson Allen's body and held it deep, wishing she could absorb it… make it a part of her. Then she shifted her pelvis to one side and immediately felt the soreness. In the musky love mess of their fucking, Hanson's relaxed cock began to slip out, but Billie tightened the mouth of her vagina and clenched him tight.

Her man gave a moan and went on sleeping.

Billie let the sensation-charged experience she'd had only hours before flood back, smiling at the memory of a savage nibble she'd given Hanson … almost crying when she recalled the loving, wet caress of his mouth on hers. Only then did she realize that in the beginning she'd not wanted it to happen at all. It was the dream that had started everything, and then the scent of Zeebee Lee's potion…

Billie pushed herself up. "Zeebee Lee!"

When his cock slithered damply from the sweet warm hole it'd slept in, Hanson rolled groggily onto his back and opened his eyes. "What's wrong, baby?"

"It's that Zeebee," Billie blurted. "She made it happen. She worked a … charm or something."

Hanson pulled her playfully down into the circle of his muscular arms.

Billie shivered excitedly to feel his potent strength. "You ain't sorry, are you?" he breathed into her ear.

Her frown mellowed and turned into a smile. "No," she cooed back. "Not ever, ever, ever!"

It was then that she saw the thing dangling from a string almost directly over their bed. A soft morning breeze came through the porch and made the object swing and turn. Billie screamed.

Cursing, Hanson stood and broke the string from a nail in the ceiling.

Then he collapsed back down on the mattress laughing, as the two crudely made dolls tumbled from his hand… still locked in a passionate embrace. Billie picked the tangled dolls up and stared, hardly believing what her eyes said was true. One doll had light brown sewing thread for hair-the same color as hers-and Zeebee Lee had colored in blue eyes and a freckled complexion, too. There was even a tiny gown covering the straw body, and she noticed with a cry that it was carefully bunched around the girl-doll's neck. The figure of the boy had been hastily carved from dark brown wood and colored with black hair. A wooden cock jutted from between the stick legs and had been forced up into the straw of the Billie-doll's torso. She heard Hanson chuckle at her amazed look, but Billie wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. It was all so… weird.

"Looks like I had a little help last night," Hanson said.

"Oh, Hanson, it scares me."

"Let's keep it," he said, squeezing her shoulder. "That way we can always be sure we're gonna make out all right."

Billie smiled and then seeing his mischievous eyes, started to laugh, too. "It does look kind of like us." Hanson took the dolls from her and studied them. Then he pulled the figure of Billie free from the boydoll's body and turned it upside down. Billie-Ann's face reddened when he pushed her doll's face down on the little wooden cock.

"Hanson'." she scolded.

"Just Seeing if this thing works."

Billie tried to hide her embarrassment by pretending she was a little irked, but when she looked at Hanson there was a funny expression behind his smile. For a reason she couldn't explain, she felt her eyes drawn to her man's crotch. His love-coated penis was stiff and thick.

Immediately she remembered the dirty pictures Jed had given her and the one of the girl putting her mouth around…

Once more she looked up into Hanson's brown eyes, and her aching little cunt gave a twinge of contraction. Doing that with her mouth might banish once and for all the childish fears Nora had made her grow up with. It would be a break with the past and a step into the future with the man she loved… if only she could find the courage to start.

"I think I w-want to," she said, knowing that Hanson would understand what she meant.

"Only if you're sure," he whispered.

Billie slipped down between his thighs, grasped the throbbing brown cock with both bands and closed her eyes. Then she touched her lips to the hot, tight skin of the tip and when the dizzy feeling of experiencing something completely new had passed, she opened her jaws and filled her mouth with Hanson's penis. At first Billie didn't know exactly what might feel best but there was nothing hard about sucking and when she sucked, her pink tongue just naturally darted back and forth against the underside of the tender shaft. The sounds of pleasure Hanson made told her she was doing right. There was the musky odor of both their fucky tastes in Billie's nose and it made her cunt thrill.

She wanted to try different ways of licking, but before she could, Hanson stiffened and petted his hands gently over her head.

"You're gonna strip me dry this time," he gasped.

Billie dug her tongue around the ridge of his glans and sanded the underside of the tip, because that seemed to be the most sensitive place. It scared her a little to know that the thick cream was already on its way out of Hanson's body, but before she let herself gag, Billie steadied his length and plunged her head up and down with a steady rhythm. She felt her lips and tongue following the rubbery firmness and heard the wet, sliding sound. It was exciting her a lot, especially when her mouth had to widen around the warm, smooth cockhead. Hanson's hands trembled against her neck and Billie promised herself that she wouldn't take her mouth away until her man was finished.

The first jet of semen sprayed with such force that Billie felt some of it splash hotly against the back of her throat. Before she had a chance to think, she gulped it down. Then came flood after flood of the saltsour cum, overflowing her cupped tongue and slickening her teeth. She swallowed steadily with a wet, clicking sound in her nose as the heavy stuff went down. Her sick feeling faded. Instead, she felt joy at the pleasure she was giving her writhing lover. Hanson whispered his love hotly and when finally she'd nursed the last steaming droplet from his tubes, he pulled her body up over him and kissed her cum-hot mouth.

For an hour they rested. Then, while Hanson had started to fold up their covers, Billie stood up and immediately felt something wet and warm on her inner thigh. When she looked, a thin streak of red reached almost to one knee and she knew why her breasts had been sorer than usual.

"Hanson… my period! It's really started this time!"

He turned and grinned. "Be damned if my little girl ain't growed into a woman right before my eyes."

Billie ran into his arms, not bothering yet to staunch her monthly wound. She was happy in her growing up, but even happier in her secret knowledge that Jerrold Butler's seed had not found a home. Maybe someday she could tell Hanson just exactly how she'd really gotten him out of jail. When she'd fixed her proud leak of blood, Billie curved herself into his arms once again.

"But where are we gonna go?" she sighed. "We can't live around here."

"Don't fret about it, baby," he said. "All we gotta do is get Sam to drive us to Louiston and buy some tickets on that hound." He laughed just thinking about it. "There's places west of here you wouldn't believe. Places with pretty sailboats and, big bridges and people that don't care if you're white and got a bunch of freckles and I'm a black man."

"It sounds beautiful," Billie said, knowing that she'd never have to be lonely or afraid again. She turned her duffel bag around to find a fresh blouse, and the packet of pictures Jed had given to her smacked onto the floor. Hanson picked them up before Billie could hide them away again.

"What's all this?" he chuckled, looking quickly at each pose.

Billie was petrified with embarrassment. "Nothing… really. I…"

But before she could stammer out some stupid explanation, Hanson was pressing her hips against his body.

"Shit, I know more positions than these," he said, kissing her hair.

"And we can spend the rest of our lives doin' them."

"Oh, Hanson, I love you so much!" Billie sighed, rubbing her soft white fingers against her man's brown back… yearning already for the next time she could open her young thighs to his cock.

Content

Kent Collins
First Time For Sister

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15