The year was 1955 and Tennessee had long been the capital of MoonShine liquor. It was said that there once was a still on every ridge in the Smoky Mountains. Many a local boy grew his fame there but none was as well know as the legendary Billy Wilder. Billy is said to have tempted fate and made and sold more MoonShine liquor than any other maker in the state of Tennessee.
Now the good ol' boys in those mountains had long ago worked out an ingenious system of lookouts that made it all but impossible for the Sheriff or Revenue boys to possibly reach those high ridge stills before one of the boys spied them from their high ridge look outs and gave the alarm, "Fire on the Mountain". It was a grievous call and only used when the inevitability of a visit by the Sheriff were certain. It meant that it was time to "cook the stills", or set fire to the operations so that by the time the Sheriff reached them there would only be charred equipment and no real evidence.
Billy was notorious for firing his still last and was often said to have waited until he could personally see the whites of the Sheriffs' eyes before "cookin his still", and was rumored to add a couple sticks of dynamite to his still's riggings in order to assist them in cooking right quickly.
His 1955 Mercury, a converted hotrod, was said to be the fastest car in Tennessee. It had been reworked by a speed shop down in Knoxville which had installed several extra tanks for Billy's renderings as well as the fastest motor in the state, and it was claimed you could her that hotrod Mercury from miles away when Billy found it necessary to light it up. It served him well in making deliveries of his "jars" to neighboring Knoxville and other Tennessee locations, and more than once had kept him way out in front of the Sheriff's hot pursuits.
Now the only way out of those mountains in those days was the Government Trail. Built during the 30's, as a make-work government project during the great depression. It was only a rudimentary dirt road but a virtual life line for moonshiners, and while the trial appeared on local maps as the Government Trail, local moon shiners and those of us who wrote about them knew it simply as Thunder Road.
On the night we write of, Emily, a sweet young local girl, had gone for a walk. Dressed in her tight cut off jeans, she had often walked along the ridges there in the Smokey Mountains and had one day happened upon Billy Wilder, cooking mash on one of those ridge tops. His headquarters, always temporary, were nothing fancy. His still decorated the center of a clearing and around it were several old stumps and a cot where Billy lay at night guarding the still. A double barrel shotgun was propped up against a tree near the still. "Insurance" Billy called it.
Some time ago he had brought her back a pair of white silk panties from one of his "delivery trips" to Knoxville and he said she looked sexy in them. She had fallen in love with Billy at first sight. She loved his boyish good looks and the rakish way he smiled at her. On her very first trip to his still she had let him rub his hand against her jeans covered crotch and it thrilled her. It was not long before she made both daily and nightly trips to see Billy. She liked the way he made her do sexy things. He loved to make her let down her tight cut-off jeans and then to parade herself around the clearing while he sat, back against a tree and watched her.
He would usually make her stop in front of him after a while, and he would slowly pull her panties down her legs, kissing her private parts as they descended. She loved the way his warm lips felt, as they trailed down over her pubic hair and came to rest against her pretty little love hole. She would wiggle about in her efforts to press it against his lips, and that seemed to excite Billy. He would sometimes make her do it for hours but she did not mind.
Once she had become "wet enough" as Billy would say, he often made her lay across one the flat topped stumps with her legs spread and her feet in the air while he kissed up and down her open hole. He seemed to enjoy tonguing her open slit and could lick her in that way for some time. She claimed it made her every bit as excited as he was, and that on his urging she would often reach down and hold her pussy open for his ministrations. Said she could often feel her juices running down her leg as Billy played with her.
While she was in that position Billy liked to show her his cock. Never having seen another, she did not have anything to compare it with, but could not even imagine a more beautiful thing. It always seemed to virtually leap out of his jeans as he unzipped them. It was as if it just hid in there and waited for the chance to spring free. She loved watching it unbend and spring to life when Billy unleashed it. Its large mushroom head intrigued her as did the way it bobbed in front of him as he walked toward her.
Most often he would force her to lie there, her back on that stump, while he pressed it against her face. She could feel the heat of it and it always excited her. On the first occasion he did it, he had urged her to kiss it and shortly after doing so, it had erupted sending a hot sticky fluid all over her lips and face. It had startled her, but she liked it, especially when Billy made her lick it off herself and him. Nowadays he often made her play with it, and its eruptions took longer to produce but she don't mind.
Bent over his stump she often was made to take his cock in her mouth and suck on it. At first the process startled her. In fact she seriously wondered if such a large organ could possibly even fit into her dainty mouth. Billy had shown her how to do that, and nowadays she prided herself in being able to take it all, much to Billy's approval.
