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.