Chapter 13
Jody awoke with a startled bleat, still lying on her stomach on the floor of the bus, with Clemson's big toe plowing into the crack of her ass, the ragged nail gouging at her anus. "No, no, noooo," she pleaded, muscles pinching the crease between the saucy loaves against his toe. His toe slid downward and Jody felt it probe into the petals of her pussy-purse. Her thighs skidded apart.
"Goddamnit, Clemson," she grouched, strugging away and half-sitting. "Can't you let me alone for a little while? I sucked your filthy cock for you. Now let me rest!" She glared at his long face, knowing he could take her, if he wanted.
"We are at the camp-place," he said without humor. "We got some company at the other end. We'll mingle and visit--if you don't play silly games and say wrong things. Understand?"
Jody scrambled wearily to her knees, yet an excitement was erasing the vestiges of exhaustion. A fresh thought of escaping him burgeoned in her mind. "Who? Who, Clemson?"
He tossed a filmy garment in her face. "I dug you out a pair of panties. Snap up the skirt and you'll be okay. A pair of women and a scrawny kid, I think. In an old Volks bus."
Unmindful of his standing over her, watching, she sat back on the floor of the Winnebago and slithered her legs into the bikini briefs, adjusting the double-ply of the crotch over the fleshy, voluptuous curve of her vulva and Venus mound. She let him take her hand and help her to her feet. "No shoes? No bra?" she asked. And anticipated his nod of disapproval.
She snapped the shirt up under her throat and tugged the hem down around her thighs. "They'll be able to tell I haven't got a bra on by the way my breasts bounce," she fretted.
She didn't recoil as Clemson fondled her titties. "So what? Lots of gals don't wear 'em no more." he grunted. "And some of 'em have pants with slits in the middle to make it easy to diddle."
She followed Clemson to a grassy area at river's edge and perched on a rock someone had dragged into place as a seat, watching him curl a piece of shrimp bait onto the hook. She peered beyond him to the other party, a couple of hundred feet away. Two women were fixing sandwiches on a card table. Then she saw a gangling boy in overalls ambling downriver toward them.
"Mind your behavior," Clemson warned through gritted teeth, lips not moving.
"Okay," Jody responded, watching the approaching boy. He waved tentatively and Jody noticed he was barefoot, not wearing a shirt. The straw hat on the shock of red hair looked as if a dog or a calf had started to munch on it.
"Mom, the tall one, told me to invite your down for talk and a beer with her and Laurie. She's the skinny one."
Jody glanced from the boy's pinched face and protruding ears toward the two women who turned and waved.
Jody waited for Clemson to lead on introductions. "I'm Bert," he said, taking up slack in the monofilament. "She's Jody."
She was surprised he offered her real name and she glanced quickly at the boy to see if it registered as anything but just a name.
Suddenly she stiffened as Milo bent forward when Clemson got a tentative bite. And he was naked under the overalls. She could see all the way down his bony chest to his lap and there was a sparse scrub of pubic hair growing above the truly man-sized penis. And the balls were husky in their unexcited state.
She gasped audibly and Clemson turned to stare with a steely, possessive glare. "You're exposin' yourself, kid," he muttered, but didn't object further.
She peered obliquely at the boy's face, saw his brow wrinkle, lips twitch. "I ain't got no underwear," he half-whined. "And Mom don't care--and that Laurie likes to sneak peeks."
"That all?" Clemson smirked.
The boy laughed with sudden confidence. "Oh, a feel whenever she gets a chance to run her hands down the bib and when I'm asleep."
"That all?" Clemson seemed to echo himself.
The boy laughed, coughed and squirmed on the ground. And Jody had to swing about on the rock and cross her thighs to keep him from staring up the tail of the shirt.
Clemson didn't miss it and turned to Jody. "Go mix us a snort of vodka and whatever's in the frig. Get the kid one, too."
She hurried away and heard Clemson stop the boy from following her. "Stay put, young stud. Don't go sniffin' after her tail like a young hound-puppy. Go sniff and lap that Laurie's cunt--or yer maw's."
Jody skipped around the bus, the boy's cackling laughter uncomfortable in her ears. As she mixed drinks, Clemson's voice drifted through the open window to her, a sympathetic drone as he talked to the boy. "I know. I was young once. I bet you can screw all night and shoot a stream of sap every ten minutes."
The boy laughed again and Jody frowned, hating Clemson, worrying that he would offer her up to the boy--just to watch the kid of fourteen or fifteen, huffing and puffing and rutting between her legs while he fucked her with youthful vigor and enthusiasm.
When she could delay no longer, she carried the drinks back to the river bank. The boy lounged on his butt beside her and quaffed the drink. "Jody? You and his wife?"
"No," Clemson intervened.
"Daughter?"
"No," Clemson snapped. "Just a very close friend."
"That's good," Milo nodded. "Mom said she could tell you're pretty, Jody, all the way from where we're camped. And Laurie giggled. She's got ideas. I could smell her ten feet off."
"Damned butch and a little lez!" Clemson muttered scornfully.
Jody cringed when Clemson demanded boldly, "They like to work on each other--and aren't so queer they don't appreciate your- hunching your fuck-cob into their bins, right, Milo?"
Jody stole a look at the boy's face when he didn't reply. And Clemson laughed with sordid amusement. "Sure, I'm right. I've seen enough of their kind to recognize 'em by the way they chest their tits around and waggle their butts."
The boy finished his drink, got to his feet. "I guess I better go help them run out that canvas fly and set out some lawn chairs and the lounge. You come on down whenever you're ready." And he sauntered off.
And uneasy, restless feeling set in on Jody. "Clemson, I don't want to go down there. I don't feel right about it."
He reeled in and stared at her, long and hard. And she said, "Okay."
Again, she trailed after him as he put his tackle away. "It may be fun," Clemson said companion-ably. "From what I can see from here, I wouldn't mind crawling the frame of that big redhead and pumping her dike cunt full of fat prick. Just to listen to her squall. And haul it out and pile drive it into her asshole--right between those big, fat butt cheeks."
"What about me?" Jody pouted, fearful. "That kid has--ideas ..."
Clemson spanked her loudly on the buttocks after lifting the hem of the shirt. "Don't you relish the idea of getting yer pokey popped full of young stud-cock and having your nuts cracked again and again?"
A curse sprang to her lips, but she bit it off and remained silent. She followed him into the bus and stared out the window, watching the two women light a Coleman lantern and hang it from one of the poles and supported a light canvas shelter that awned from the side of the Volkswagen. The big woman said something to the frail girl with hemp-colored, string hair and she scampered into the small bus and returned with bottles she set on the card table. The boy brought out a cooler and Jody guessed it was full of ice. The big woman set up glasses on the table and turned to yell, "Come on down, neighbors. It's COCK-tail time."
Apprehensively, Jody watched Clemson bend his face close to the window and crow, "The old cock and his young pullet will be right over to see you spunky hens. Where at is that young rooster?"
"Struttin' someplace around," the tall woman yelled back. "Did he tell you to be leery of my imported hooch?"
"Noooo," Clemson answered. "Now what the hell?" he whispered to Jody, pushing her toward the door of the vehicle as the smaller woman, Laurie, laughed gaily, "Oh, Rita, you aren't going to dope and dazzle everyone up with that stuff?"
A kind of panic danced through Jody as she let Clemson take her arm, fingers high in her armpit and start her toward the other camp. Grudgingly, she admitted that she had to rely on his cruel and lecherous man for protection--and couldn't depend on him.
Halfway there, he released her arm, spanked her butt again and she trudged beside him, a little behind, bare feet padding in patches of dust, avoiding scattering tendrils of Mexican puncture vine.
As they strode into the light cast by the Coleman, Milo bounced from the Volks and set a course after Laurie who ran around Rita who was filling five glasses from an ornate, cut-glass decanter. Laurie grabbed at Rita's bountiful buttocks, deliberately tracing her fingers the length of the deep crevice.
"Heeeeey," Rita laughed, swinging her butt, shaking the long, full skirt of her dress.
Then Laurie turned on the boy and he lunged again, but she bounded onto his back, bore him halfway to the ground and snaked a slender arm down the bib of his overalls. Milo yelled and squealed.
"Caught me a snake and two banty chicken eggs," Laura yipped.
Jody caught at Clemson's arm, but he shook away her hand. "Come on, dammit."
Milo retaliated against Laurie by reaching an arm behind him, up under the miniskirt she wore. "Don't pull out my hair," she squalled, squirming her body on his back.
"Got a handful of bird nest-not PECKER nest," Milo warbled. Both of them quieted instantly when Rita snapped, "Stop your bull and cowin'. We have company...."
"What about this special booze of yours?" Clemson asked easily.
"Hi, Bert and Jody--friend," Rita smiled, turning and handing them two tall glasses filled with clinking ice and what appeared to be red wine.
"My foot-loose ex-husband introduced me to it," Rita smiled.
And Jody thought she was the epitome of every picture and imagination she had ever seen or had of a gypsy woman. The long, black hair, the longish face and prominent nose--even the large earrings, the bodice of the black dress was cut low and circular to reveal the ripe, sloping crowns of ample breasts. She turned to pick up he own drink and the full squaw skirt swished about her ankles.
"I guess Milo, our twirp, told you our names?" Rita smiled, tip of her tongue just caught between even white teeth.
Jody glanced at Bert who sidled around the card table, nodding, and she followed him to sit near him in a folding lawn chair. "Rita and Laurie," Bert said.
"He said you made some guesses about us," Rita seemed to suck on her teeth, pulling in her cheeks, blue eyes twinkling. "Shame, shame, shame on you," she clucked her tongue. "Nasty, dirty old man." But there was no malice in her tone. "Here's to the devil's delight and the Lord's scorn," she lifted her glass.
"What would that be?" Clemson murmured. And Jody drank when he did.
A little later, as Laurie refilled their glasses, Clemson said, "What's so special about this liquor? Tastes fine, but mild and no more expensive than a wino's mainstay on skidrow."
Laurie straightened before them, her body undulating and she laughed softly. "It'll get to you. It's getting to me now and hot. As soon as I take the first swallow. It always hits me that quick. Woweeeee."
Jody tried to shrink back in the chair with the webbing in the seat and back. She watched Laurie return to sit beside Rita on the lounge.
"You don't need it," Rita chided her. "You got red-hot semen in your veins, not blood. You're hot to trot all the time."
Jody felt a knot of revulsion in her throat, itself almost as sickening as having Clemson's massive, lustful cock thrust into her face, spewing jizz. Then the boy moved, beside Rita, where he sat on the ground. She knew she was blushing from the surge of quick heat in her cheeks.
And Rita picked it up instantly. "Don't mind my cock-a-doodle-do. He's just itchin' to see your panties, Jody. He already bet you aren't wearing a bra--in fact plain naked under that man's shirt." - Jody fidgeted uncomfortably.
"And the idea starts the ants crawling in Laurie's hot crotch. Jody looked away from her hawkish stare and Rita laughed with amusement. A sordid people, Jody thought. "You asked about the booze. My runaway husband got me onto it. It stirs up the sex urge. Like Spanish Fly, he said. A sex stimulant. Aphrodisiac, is the sophisticated term, I guess," Rita grinned.
"Oooooohhh, yeeeeessssss," Laurie wailed, weaving from side to side beside the big woman, hands clasped between her legs, deep in her lap. "It's getting me worked up. I'm gonna need it before the night's done. Oooohhhh, God!"
"Stop oglin' Jody, Milo," Rita chided, cuffing the thin boy beside the head. "You're listening to Laurie? She's gonna need some good, solid screwin' pretty soon--gettin' all steamed up." She glared at him, cuffed him again, "Get your hand out of your overalls and stop jacking off in front of Jody and Bert."
Jody felt a quailing and deep disgust as she stared at the movement of the boy's hand in his pants, visualizing clearly what his hand was doing on the penis she had seen in its limp state when he lounged beside her up by the river, near the bus.
"Stop it, Milo," his mother said more sharply, "or I'll punish you and embarrass you right in front of these people."
"Shit," the boy sneered.
"Let's go, Clemson," Jody whispered to Clemson. And thought he was going to slap her.
"Okay, Milo," Rita said sternly. "Drink your drink and crawl. Dammit, I mean it. CRAWL!"
Jody glanced about furtively, an intense fever flickering all through her body, thinking dismally that Rita was telling the truth about the liquor. There was an almost painful, yearning crawling sensation deep between her legs. She actually could feel her breasts growing turgid--as was Clemson's peter--the dainty nipples tumescent. Was it going to make her crave sex? She almost began sobbing with frustration and helplessness. The drug was working on her.
Her attention returned to Milo as he flipped his empty glass away. "Ah, shit, Mom," he muttered, going to hands and knees. He maneuvered his body around so his head was between his mother's toes. "Getcher damned feet away," he grumbled, lifting the hem of the full skirt about a foot from the ground.
"Crawl," Rita commanded, sliding her feet apart, spreading her knees so the dress was taut across her long, opulent thighs. The boy squirmed forward, gettin his head under the hem. Rita, flounced her skirt so that it settled around his shoulders.
"Dam you, Rita, love," Laurie wailed, a disappointed sob in her voice, "I wanted to do it for you. I wanted to eat out your pussy. It'-s always so delectable after we've been drinking this stuff."
"Shush," Rita admonished, kindly. "Maybe," she whispered loudly, "you can have . . . Jody."
Jody would have sprung from the chair and fled to the Winnebago, but Clemson seized her wrist and snapped her back into the chair.
"I'm hard-up," Laurie wailed shrilly.
Jody turned to half-brace Clemson, "You won't let anything like that happen, Clemson? Jesus, have mercy. And remember our agreement?"
"Bullshit," Clemson gritted, voice like sand.
"Just sit and watch."
Jody sat back, sulking and frightened and bewildered. The crawly sensation in her vagina had intensified and there was an itching in the hot groove between her legs and a burning all through her crack, around her asshole.
She acknowledged that the liquor was biting into her senses and morality. She wondered how long her will power would give her self-control. And would she submit to whatever unholy and lecherous whims there might be in the fiend-like mind of the frail Laurie who sat hunched forward, feet apart so her unpantied crotch was exposed, ample breasts rising and falling with her passion-hastened breathing.
Now, there was a fiery snapping and crackling through her sex channel. There was a recklessness forming in her mind, and, strangely, her panties seemed to be binding in the crack of her ass and pinched into the narrow trough of her pussy lips.
And she wished she wasn't wearing panties at all!
"I can smell your cunny gettin' steamed up," Clemson leaned toward her, patted her bare knee and whispered in her ear.
"Get a couple of blankets from the Volks," Rita said, voice labored as she gasped for breath.
Jody squinted across at the large woman. All she could see of Milo was the soles of his bare feet and the hip pockets of the overalls, below Rita's long, pleated skirt. Jody felt an intensification of her blush as she watched the lap of Rita's skirt moving with the bobbing of the youth's head.
Loud and obscene slurping sounds filled the air. And Jody visualized the kid's thin face wedged between his mother's legs, buried in her snatch.
"Listen to the kid eat hair-pie," Clemson gloated.
Rita suddenly leaned back, arms stiff and braced on the far side of the lounge, squalling and trying to fuck her cunt forward, curving it out and up to the boy's lapping tongue and sucking mouth.
"Listen to her," Clemson grunted. "Can that kid ever eat a pussy.
"Get your tongue in my snatch!" Rita howled, "and nibble on the inside pussy lips."
Jody was vaguely aware of Laurie's stumbling back from the van and spreading blankets on the trampled grass. She diverted her gaze as Laurie sat back beside the big woman who was undergoing a turbulent, cunnilingual climax as the boy sucked at her joy-box without letup.
Numbly, she was aware that her knees were fanned wide, feet jiggling on the ground and that Laurie could see up under the shirt where her crotch itched and burned and the panties were hot ,and soppy.
"Yummmmmy," Laurie murmured. And Jody blushed with discomfort, hating the churning deep in her loins with a lustful heat suffusing her entire body, washing down her creamy thighs to her toes.
"My fuck-box is exploding," Rita yelled, voice rising in wavering scale until the sound was painful to Jody's ears.
"Wish I had my prick cornholed into her while the kid eats her twat," Clemson chortled softly.
"Poor girl," Laurie cooed, unbuttoning Rita's dress to the waist, unhooking the bra in front and letting the opulent boobies cascade into the open. "Let me suck your titties, Rita."
"Suuuuuck Jody's," Rita squalled. "Keep going, Milo, eat my cunny and lick my asshole."