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 pull-off 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.