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.