Chapter 12
It irritated Jody that sleep was slow in coming, especially since it would be one of the few nights she was relatively certain Bert Clemson wouldn't molest her. Lying in the opaque, deep violet, velvety dark, she was perplexed that her mind kept reviewing her situation.
Her greatest concern wasn't that she was going to be used and abused time and again by the perverted Clemson. What disturbed her most was his remark about enjoying voyeurism, watching two women at it. She shivered as she imagined some strange woman--a dyke--drooling over her naked body and achieving orgiastic pleasure from her. She curled up under the blanket, hugged the shirt about her as a chill rippled through her body.
Her dreams were formless, yet seemed to abound in themes of sexualism. And she could not flee, perhaps the unconscious influence of her captivity. And Bert Clemson, leering, carnal, lewd, was ever-present.
Over and over, she watched herself--in sexual contortions and degrading endeavors. She seemed to be able to see mammoth phalluses inserted into her vagina, feel the awful stretching of the narrow passage. And she was horrified as she saw herself grasp cock after cock and lap her lips behind the coronal ridges and sucking, sucking, sucking--until white pricks and black pricks were penetrating deeper and deeper into her gullet.
And, most ghastly of ail, she was murmuring obscene words as massive cocks were pummeled deep into her cunt and were being swabbed from cheek to cheek by her tongue.
She whimpered in her troubled sleep and dreamed she could smell and taste the earthy, musky aroma of lustful male organs being fucked into- her twat and her face. And, in her sleep, a change of mood took root in her troubled brain. A sort of elation permeated her mind and she saw herself unsnapping the cowboy shirt and prying a firm breast globe into the open and laughed with glee as men--and women--ogled the smooth, creamy cone, licked their lips as she pinched the tiny nipple, producing a rosy flush and opulent lumesence.
Strangely, there was a heated yearning in her loins, a need to have her sexual canal crammed full of husky, bludgeoning prick with a man's lips sucking and slobbering her titties. And she was tossing her hips in rhythm with his coital hunches as he pounded her full of throbbing cock.
Mercifully, she awoke to the jostling of the Winnebago. But her body was still feverish and there was a craven yearning in her pussy and asshole. She shivered violently, frightened, feeling depraved--having seemed to cherish and nourish the dreams.
Jody kicked the blanket away and adjusted the shirt over her otherwise naked body. Uneasily, she went forward, dismayed to see they were on a gravel road--and still in mountainous terrain.
Her eyes burned and stung from the brilliant sunlight that washed over the countryside like a golden tide. "Coffee in that Thermos," Clemson pointed to a quart bottle on the floor beside him. "Pour us a couple of cups."
Sitting in the passenger seat, feet curled under her, she studied Clemson covertly. Apparently, he had showered and shaved while she slept. He had put on clean khaki shorts and a slipover knit shirt. The gleam and darting eyes told her, as clearly as words, that his old spirit was returning. The familiar selfishness and greed were evident in his pale eyes and the old, almost belligerent twist and curl of his thin lips.
"So you really think you can get your hands on some of that money stashed away in Spokane, huh?" he nodded, blowing at the coffee, slurping it noisily.
Jody turned her head to stare to her right, from the bus at stunted sagebrush, runty willows and locusts in little, flood-washed gullies. "I could write a letter up there," she said casually, "or send a telegram and tell them to expect me-us-and that I want to make a withdrawal."
"Will that work?" Clemson asked doubtfully. "You ain't twenty-one and didn't you say your uncle had to countersign or something for you to get more money than your allowance?"
Jody shrugged, frowning slightly, aware of Clemson's eyes on her via the rear view mirror. "It's my money," she said evasively. Strangely, her heart was calm and steady despite the excitement of the idea that if she could get in a Western Union office, she could slip away from him.
"I could send a telegram for you," Clemson said.
Her spirits slumped, thinking of herself locked in back, shut off from escape. "I guess so. Where are we, any way?"
Briefly, when the road twisted up and over the crest of a low, slouching hill, she got a glimpse of a broad plain and that she saw a tiny white ribbon that was a river. There was a band of snaking greenness and she was sure that was a river.
"About twenty miles and we come out on a secondary, paved road," Clemson replied. "I know of a campground all shady with big trees and we'll rest there awhile. Maybe I'll try for some channel cat and you can swim."
Jody slipped from the seat and knelt on the floor to refill their coffee cups. "You got really nice Tootsie Pops," Clemson chuckled, his hand squeezing her neck. She looked up quickly to catch his lecherous eyes squinting down inside the shirt at the firm mounds of her bosom. "Beautiful boobies," he admired, the hand groping into the shirt to fondle. "Damnedest, firmest, fanciest titties I ever felt or suckled," he breathed heavily.
"I'll spill the coffee," Jody protested weakly, praying not to offend him or to provoke a fit of temper. But his hand withdrew and she stood on shaking legs.
"Stand here beside me," Clemson said tersely. And she curled the fingers of her left hand into a chrome handle at the right shoulder of the driver's seat. His hand slithered up under the shirt to feel her legs, sliding along the silky inner planes of her thighs, the thumb nudging at the rubbery outer lips of her vulva.
A sickness and dread engulfed her, but she stood steady, tolerating his lecherous pawing. "You better watch your driving, hadn't you?"
"Damn," Clemson grinned thinly. "You get me all steamed up and I tempted to pull off somewhere and fuck."
Jody wished she could goad him into a high passion and he would cum off in his pants and mess all over himself. She wanted to flee to the back and shut herself away from his lust, but was afraid he would stop and follow her and vent his insatiable lust in her. So, she stood docilely beside him. There was an uneasy confidence in her that she was safe from him as long as they were traveling.
Then her eyes were captured by his right hand as it fell from the steering wheel to his lap. Almost casually, he squeezed his balls and stroked his fingers along the length of his penis that stretched prominently along the left leg of his shorts.
Jody was conscious of a coolness of her face, a light-headedness. Then a warmth flooded upward through her tingling breasts and she was blushing as her eyes followed his hand and her gaze rested on the growing swelling in his pants as his peter responded to his provocative touch. She held her breath until she felt faint and she quelled a retching as she became aware of what he wanted. There was elusive wafting of sexual aroma and she wondered whether it was emanating from his sex organs--or from her pussy where there was a gnawing and clutching sensation.
"Whadya think?" Clemson muttered gutturally. And she knew he was goading, inviting her to make some lewd comment. She glanced away, upward to the mirror and cringed under the metallic gleam in his eyes.
Vaguely, without enthusiasm, she said, "You have a big--thing--and--balls."
Clemson chuckled with carnal appreciation. "Wanta take 'em out and examine 'em?" he taunted her, winking.
And her blush deepened.
He wheeled sharply to the left to take the curve and she was propelled against him, her left buttock pressed to his shoulder. "I can smell the heat of your snatch," Clemson inhaled deeply. "I love the perfume of a young, wet pussy."
Detachedly, Jody wondered at her casual tolerance and acceptance of his filthy tongue. She stared through the windshield, keenly aware of his hand still at work on the prominent genitals that tented his clothes.
"Well, you gonna take out my playthings and inspect 'em? Give 'em a little lovin'?" His dull laugh was a taunting sound, devoid of all morals. "Undo my shorts and I'll raise up so you can slide 'em down my legs and take 'em off. Come on."
There was a threat in his tone. Jody peered into his lap at the welt of flesh that was long and thick down his left shorts legs, the head almost protruding. The coronal ridge was clearly outlined.
In spite of herself, she was breathing quickly, almost gasping. "You're gettin' in a dither," Clemson chided her, tone mocking. "Get my gadgets out in the open and feel and play with them."
Slowly, a sense of resignation and acquiescence pervaded her mind. She knelt beside him, set the cup out of the way. On her knees, she reached, fingers fumbling at his waist, freeing the hook and unzipping the fly. "Go, Babe," Clemson panted, bracing his feet and lifting his rump. She employed both hands to drag down his clothes, struggling momentarily as his prong snagged in his clothes. Then he was coming naked from the waist down, his clothes coming off over his sandaled feet.
"By damn, I like my tools out in the open so the air can circulate around 'em. My cock and balls feel so good out in the open." White-faced Jody glanced from his bared genitals to his face. He sighed raggedly and blew her a kiss. She cringed as he took her right hand and guided it to him. "That's it. Don't you think I got a nice, full basket of goodies?"
Her fingers twittered and he withdrew his hand as she ran a fingertip over the slick-skinned glans and gently, timidly grasped the quivering shaft of his swelling penis. "Well, what d'ya think?" he goaded.
Jody inhaled painfully. "Huge," she finally managed. A quick look at his face told her he wanted her to keep talking. She had a puzzling sensation that her mind was a cesspool, a corrupt thing. "I can hardly imagine I'm able to take all of it in my cunny," she said hesitantly.
"You can take it," Clemson chortled. "Awful tight, but your little twatty can take it. And your mouth, too."
Jody fought off a gagging impulse as she stared at the massive tusk of sex-meat in her small hand that milked slowly along the barrel, forcing an ooze of clear moisture from the gaping slit in the tip of the head.
"And you've known women who like it?" she said dazedly.
"Yeah. They like sucking cock and mouth-fuckin'."
Inexplicably, her touch became more sure, fingers gripping and fondling as her hand rode up and down, flogging his cock gently. She wished she could keep on jacking him off and he would squirt his filthy semen all over his belly and it would run down to mat in the coarse hair around the base of his grotesque sex-stump.
Muscles in his legs tensed as she wobbled his hard-on back and forth, squeezing the foreskin up around the corona until it was almost painful to him.
"I don't," she ventured, challenging his wrath.
"You do, but don't realize it," Clemson disputed her. "I know. You sucked me- off real good back there at the grave I was making. And you'll like top-riding to get your fuck-jollies, too. You got that slender body and lithe legs and active bottom so you can fuck up and down on a guy's cock while he lies on his back under you."
Unaccountably, she had both hands on his prodigious prick. For a moment, tears filmed her vision, but she blinked them back and stared at his cock with its network of deep blue blood veins.
Clemson cupped a hand under her chin and winked at her. "I'll just move my right leg and you crawl over between my knees. That will put you right in the saddle and you can break my stallion. I'll still be able to reach the accelerator and the brake. Plenty of room for you between my thighs so you can gobble my cock."
A lethargy, born of dread, caused her to delay. She tried to retreat as Clemson's hand flashed, grazing her chin. "Eeeeeeeiikkkkk," she squealed as he tore the snaps of the shirt apart and her boobies seemed to tumble out. He gripped one so hard it brought tears to her eyes and a sob to her lips. "Move it," he snarled, "I still got that shovel and I can find it in a goddamned hurry."
She scrambled around him with his hand still mauling her tingling tittie. She bumped her head on the bottom arc of the steering wheel as she scurried between his trembling legs. Her face was only inches from his hot business and she sniffed. "Is it clean?" she wept softly.
"I took a shower and only pissed through it twice. But I wrung it off good in the bushes," he gloated. He continued his ruthless grip on her pliant tittie until she took the barrel of his cock in one hand and coddled his balls in the other. She hefted them high in her palm, feeling the kinky hair like steel wool.
"You like it," Clemson smirked, pinching a nipple until it swelled to a full, turgid tip. "Keep your hands busy on 'em, Jody."
She squeezed his big balls arid jacked him off slowly, eyes wide as she swept the foreskin over the glans to coat it with the sticky secretion. She sniffed at the sweet-musky-earthy aroma wafting from his glut of genitals.
"If I do suck your--cock--you won't shoot your--jizz--in my mouth, will you?" she worried.
"Shiiiiiittttttt," Clemson exhaled contemptuously, "What you worryin' about? You sucked me off at the hole in the ground and swallowed my cum and most of my cock."
She continued masturbating him, praying he would shoot his jizz before he finally pushed her to going down on him. She tugged the skin back on the fat, hard barrel. Involuntarily, she sighed, "So monstrously large," blowing her breath on the knob.
She felt him wince as she gripped his cock hard near the base and squeezed his balls until they slithered around in the thick-skinned, hairy scrotum. She laughed nervously, hoping to catapult him to orgasm. "Your cock and balls feel-exciting," she fumbled for dirty words to titillate him.
Clemson groaned as she tugged upward, crowding the skin against the back ridge of his pecker head. Growing more bold, she flogged his meat roughly and he whined, his butt bouncing as she sent slivers of pain stabbing into his loins. She rolled his big testicles rudely. "You have a big hard-on," she panted with artificial signs of passion. "Do you like the way I jack you off? Like it, Clemson? Want me to get both hands on your big prick and really flog it for you?"
His hand eased on her feverish tit and he grunted, jerking the wheel to correct the course of the Winnebago. Instead, his fingers toyed deliciously with her ripe, tumescent boobies, teasing the tips of the twin mounts. "We could fuck," Clemson, panted, "you could straddle me with your back to the wheel and lean to one side and could top-ride-fuck me."
Jody didn't reply, but flagged her hand up and down on his trembling cock-shaft faster and harder. "This is nice," she wheedled, jacking him off even faster, the thick honey dabbling on her forefinger and thumb.
"Give me a blow-job," Clemson cried suddenly. "You got my cock hard and long and thick and delicious now. Suck me!" The shank of his left leg curled around the small of her back, above the flare of her hips and pressed her into the Vee of his thighs.
Jody felt her face flushing with humiliation. Sensing no release from her degradation, she moved her face into his lap where the pubic forest blossomed profusely around the bole of his pole. Her fingers bent his staff toward her pussed lips.
She wanted to shut her eyes, but found she was staring cross-eyed at the monstrous knob that was glazed with the juices of his lust and passion. A tiny voice in her brain seemed to console her, cajole her into doing it and having it done with--for now.
She wobbled the great plum against her cheek, across her lips, smearing his stickiness on her pasty skin. She breathed on the hot glans and flicked the tip of her tongue across it, tasting a sweet, saltiness. In spite of herself, she murmured, "Aaaaahhhh--uuuummmmm. Kinda sweet, kinds salty. She let her hand ride up and down on the bloated shaft as she licked more boldly at the fruit-tip.
She turned her head, laying a cheek against his hairy thigh and curled her tongue around the glans, dappling the tip behind the turgid corona.
"Yeeeeeesssss," Clemson gurgled as she milked a hand up and down the blood-veined meat and licked down the side and underside all the way to the hairy base of his cock, then up the other side to the vibrating head.
She choked and spat for a moment. "Get hair in your teeth, sock-sucker," Clemson chided. His hand was busy on her bobbing boobies that were thrust like big, blunt spearheads through the open front of the shirt. "Open wide and gulp it in," Clemson exhorted her.
Jody sensed he nearly ejaculated as she circled her lips behind the ridge of his cock's head, closing her mouth over the plum and sucked her inner cheeks against it. She nodded her head, rubbing the rough ridges of her palate over the big point of his wand. She sucked hard and swished her tongue around the rubbery point that could stretch the bottom of her pussy to splitting.
"That's good," Clemson breathed heavily, twiddling her titties as she swabbed the knob of his cock with her tongue and lips and cheeks. An "Uuuuummmmm" sound filtered through her quivering nares as she squished saliva around the pulsating head and sucked mightily. Her mind seemed to grow vacant as she ministered to his mammoth prick with her mouth. She swallowed rapidly and began moving her face on it, her back stiff, rocking back and forth as she began mouth-fucking him with a steady rhythm. She drew a deep breath and dived her face onto his long, meaty spear, forcing some four inches of prick into her throat. Each time she backed off his violating rod, she took a deep breath and swizzled her tongue around the head. She let her tongue become a darting, whipping snake around the knob, the spit-slicked prong that could set her cunny to aching and smoking when he was between her legs, riding his cock in and out of her body.
She eased off mouth-fucking him and chewed on the head while she used a hand to jack him off. Deliberately, she made loud, obscene sucking, slurping sounds. Then she resumed going down on him, taking more and more of his prick into her throat. She gurgled and gasped as she sucked and swallowed his hot, sticky flow of clear oil. Faster and faster, she bobbed her head, aware of her heels digging into her butt cheeks, of his calf circled firmly against her back. Relentlessly, she speared his prick deeper and deeper, his cork vanishing into her throat with each forward surge of her tortured face. She was aware of sweat filming her body, trickling down her tummy to run, with a tickling sensation into her pubic fur and through the slight gaping of her vulva. It trickled through her little sex-trench and into the wide crack of her ass, against her outward-puckered butt hole.
She mouth-fucked him with increasing vigor as she jacked him off and jiggled and joggled and squeezed his squirming balls. The first monumental spewing of semen hit her as she sent his prick deep into her gullet and she gurgled, swallowing rapidly. She fucked her mouth on his spasming prick with all her energy, taking him with a frenzy of swishing tongue and vacuuming mouth, timing her down-fuck to get the fresh surge of pumped jizz deep in her throat. She squeezed his balls, milking them one at a time, then together. His cock spewed cum and began to slack off, but she continued sucking him, working her tongue along the sensitive underside of his long, slick dick.
And when he was done, she heaved her body from between his legs to sprawl on the floor. She crawled a few feet away to collapse with exhaustion--and a troubling clutching and burning and itching deep in her cunt.