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.