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.