Chapter 15
Loathing for "them" and herself, renewed hatred for Clemson, contempt for all and humiliation provoked a seething confusion in Jody's mind as she fled into the rear compartment of the Winnebago with part of a bottle of vodka and a glass of ice.
Dimly, she could hear the raucous, obscene reveling of the others through the night. Her ears and mind were choked with the filthy "glug-glug-glug" of the tall woman as she took her son's prick as he fucked her in the mouth.
How naive and susceptible she had been to the idea that the liquor was actually a sex-stimulant when it was only a cheap wine. Already, she could hear Clemson's sneering at her for going "hog-wild" in perverted sex, thinking she had been doped.
She drank off the vodka-over-ice and refilled the glass, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, in the opaque darkness. And, most contemptible-there was a pleasurable writhing and coiling in her coital channel--was that she had found heights of enjoyment she had never dreamed possible.
And, really, she hadn't cared that they had watched her subjugation to wild, carnal sex. She cowered mentally as she contemplated how feral and sex-obsessed she must have sounded with her yelling and whimpering. She had asked for it, hadn't she? Well, she hadn't resisted--not even from the beginning.
As she listened to the sounds at the other camp, there was a grudging regret that she had fled. A warm flush consumed her body as she remembered the unholy sight of Clemson cramming his long cock between the long, fat loaves of Rita's ass and up her butt. And the way she howled with enjoyment--until her son had lifted her face and fucked his prick into her slobbering, mewling mouth.
"Get Laurie! Get Laurie!" she heard Rita yelp loudly. "Take turns fucking and cornholing her! She likes it in both ends, too. One of you screw her and the other let her suck on cock!"
Jody shuddered, the sense of loathing returning. She just had to get away. Why not now? The highway was, maybe, a hundred yards from the campground. But if she did escape, she would escape to what? Would she ever be able to put this experience out of her mind, or would it haunt and plague her forever?
She tried to think how her Uncle Fletcher would "score" it. He always correlated problems and solutions with analogies, tennis terms.
"Double fault," he might say. But, whose '"fault"? Jody fretted, methodically refilling the glass with vodka. "Deuce?" She couldn't see where the "score" was even--even though she had derived a kind of forbidden delight from some of it. Even? A slow process of thought considered this; getting even. She scowled in the dark. Would that ever be enough? Her spirits slumped. Only she could manage to get a few "points" up on Clemson would there be any true satisfaction. The liquor was now a warm glow in her tummy and produced a heady effect of being in control, having him whining and subject to her command. She laughed dryly, conjuring up a vision of Clemson groveling as she did something or other to degrade him and yelling, Thirty-Love.
With this vision warm in her mind, a drowsiness crept over her. Carefully, she set the bottle and glass on the floor and shuffled under her blanket. Yes, I'll have to think about it, she smiled, succumbing to sleep.
Yet, when she awakened the next day, about noon, she was wallowing in deep depression.
She left the bus, keeping it between herself and the other camp, and angled downriver, looking for a place to slip in and bathe as best she could.
Just as she was about to pick up her panties, to shake them out and skin into them yet, the boy sauntered from bushes, sipping the beer.
His face was sober and pale, but there was a smirk in his eyes. "Want to know something? Old Bert is thinking about teaming up with Mom and Laurie and me. And he brought a shovel down from his rig. You got any idea why he would do that?"
The twisted panties fell from Jody's nerveless fingers as she stared at the serious, pinched face, thinking how much he reminded her of a rodent that had suffered some disease and lost all the hair around its face.
"No. Nooooo," she lied, heart hammering in her breast.
She seemed frozen to the spot, feet glued to the dusty ground and sparse grass that had been trampled by numerous bank fishermen. The boy strolled toward her, bent and picked up her panties. For a second, he held them up to her, but as she reached for them, he jerked them away, picked up a sizeable rock, lodged it in the crotch and heaved them far out in the river.
"Some night all of us had, huh?" the youth asked without apparent emotion. "I'd sure liked to have treated myself to a piece of your tail."
She was about to rebuff him, slap his now grinning face, but his remark about Clemson with the shovel paralyzed her will and muscles. He stretched his arm and gently mauled her right breast, without bothering to unsnap the shirt. "Nice, choice boobies," he purred, his eyes glittering, almost daring her to protest or attempt to bolt. She stood fast, tilted her head defiantly, looked far off to the south toward sun bleached mountains.
"Don't?" she murmured as he ran his hand down over her front, tweaked the hem of the shirt and reached under it to find her shaking legs. His fingers shoveled between her thighs, caressing and feeling and teasing. He plopped the empty bottle into the .water and his other hand came under the shirt to dally with her bottom, fingering the saucy curvature of her buttock mounds, doddling up and down the pinched crack.
"You like it, Jody," the boy breathed coarsely, digging the fingers into the tight crevice, finding her clenched anus.
"No, no, no," she pleaded, tottering slightly as his front hand ran up between her quivering legs, the fingers punching and gouging at her tender, shielding cuntal flaps. In a second he swept them apart and was arrogantly violating her fluttering vulva. "Don't--Milo," she whispered hoarsely, futilely as he deftly inserted a finger. Her eyes widened as he delved deep into her, twisted the finger back and forth in her cunny. He had a handful of an ass cheek and began finger-fucking her with animalistic fervor.
"Hey, you got a snug, hot, slick cock-canal," Milo wheezed, a tone of marveling in his voice. "I'm gonna finger-fuck you into a quick cum, then you can lay down and I'll breed you right."
But his degradation was halted just then when his mother yelled, "Milo, you horny son of a bitch, come here right now. And I mean now."
"Ah, shit," the boy muttered, slipping his finger out of Jody's throbbing little hole. He stood before her and slowly, hatefully wiped his sex-slimed finger across her tightly pressed lips. "I'll get to you yet. I'll get you down and fuck my cock in your cunt and in your ass and down your cock-suckin' throat."
Jody waited just until he was out of sight and fled back to the bus. She shut herself inside for nearly an hour, but finally ventured out and stood at the front of the Winnebago, hoping to catch Clemson's attention, beg him to leave there.
Finally, frustrated and desperate she yelled at him. But he merely turned in his chair and beckoned to her. "Come on down here. Right now."
"No, Clemson," she called back. "I need to talk to you."
"Jody!" Clemson shouted sternly.
She looked up, saw his hand wave and point--at the shovel leaning against the side of the Volkswagon.
And she plodded sorrowfully toward him.
She stopped a couple feet from him, fingers laced, clenched behind her. She glanced at Laurie, then Rita, saw the evil glittering in their eyes. "I can smell yer sweet perfume," Clemson sniffed loudly. "You been playin' with yerself? Or has that Milo-boy been fingerin' you?"
Jody shuffled her feet as a humiliating blush suffused her face. And she cast a baleful, hateful look at Rita and Laurie when they giggled. Obviously, the boy had bragged about dipping his finger in her--and, probably, told them she had just stood there and let him wiggle his finger in her pussy.
"That boy," Rita tittered. "Like his old man--and some dogs I've known. Sometimes, he thinks he is a dog--the way he crawls after a hot split-tail, sniffing and whining. Jody, don't turn your back on Milo, he can mount a girl in a flash and dash his dong in her 'fore she can snap and growl at him."
"That would be a kick in the ass," Clemson chuckled, "watching him go at a gal like an animal. What do you think, Jody?"
"You're disgusting," she hissed, voice just enough for him to hear.
"Mind your behavior--or I just might give him your behind," Clemson warned, tone ominous. "You saw the shovel?"
"I saw," she said fearfully, hate surging in her breast.
"I got a hole half-dug back behind the Volks bus," he said meaningfully.
"Oh, Clemson," she pleaded, tone carrying more helpless begging than the scant two words.
"Yeah," he grunted, "keep it in mind."
A movement on the lounge drew her eyes and she frowned as she scooped her hands into the low-cut bodice of the black squaw dress and plopped her opulent breasts into the open. Jody looked away when the tall woman winked, peering above her head at their bus where Milo sat in the door with a bottle of beer.
"I'm a little tired after romping most of the night," Clemson said with an exaggerated yawn. "So, you'll have to do everything for us, Jody.
"Squat down here beside me," Clemson said harshly, slapping at her bottom.
She glared at him, knelt, turning her knees away from the others. Comprehension galded her senses as Clemson hunched his crotch upward. "Get at it, Babe!"
Jody wouldn't look at Rita and Laurie, giggling on the lounge. "Have you no decency?" she whispered hoarsely to Clemson as she reached with a trembling hand to unzip his fly, free the waistband of his shorts.
Gingerly, she parted his pants, stared at the lump of meat and coarse mottle of pubic hair. "Get your hands in there, girl," Clemson muttered. She turned her back partly to the others and slid her fingers into his clothes, found his rubbery pipe and pried it into the open.
"Make it huge and juicy," Rita yelped.
"Make it big and ready for your gorgeous, tight little cunny, Jody," Laurie echoed. "We're gonna sit right here and watch you cram about sixty pounds and five miles of cock into your sexy box."
Askance, she could see Milo caressing his prick through the leg of his overalls. "Jack him off," Rita yipped, "make the honey run."
His half-limber meat wobbled in her hands as she stroked it erratically. Milo had his hands down under the bib of his overalls and was massaging his meat. "Hang onto it, Jody," Clemson breathed. "Laurie? Rita? I'll raise my ass and you two get my shorts off."
Jody could smell the earthy, musky female aroma of them as they dexterously tugged away his only garment and he loafed back in the chair, sipping his drink as she slowly flogged his peter, watching it expand and stiffen. Indignation clogged her throat, but helplessness put it down.
"You got the coolest, softest hands on a cock," Clemson hummed. "You sure make my balls stony." He sighed contentedly as she milked the thick foreskin up over the fattening glans.
There was a lingering wetness in her channel from the provocation of Milo's finger, but there was a renewal of heat and juiciness as she watched Clemson's obscene sex-tusk grow to immense length, thickness and rigidity.
Clemson casually looped his left arm across her shoulders, drawing her face near the glazed plum that tipped his monstrous member. "Jody, you 'bout got me steamed up and ready."
She glanced imploringly at his face. "Don't make me suck it, Clemson?"
His laughter was harsh and mocking. "I'd thought about a blow-job," he admitted. "But I think I'd rather have you make me blast away in your snatch than have you go down on me. You can suck cock while I'm driving. If you're around that long."
How, she wondered remorsefully, could she ever put all of these sordid happenings out of her mind, behind her, if Clemson ever let her go? Or she got away from him?
"Stand up," Clemson muttered. "Someone fill up my glass?" In doubt, Jody stood, both hands still clinging to his massive ramrod. "Now, Jody, step over my lap. Put your left leg down through the armrest."
"Cleeeemson!" But she turned her back to the others, aware that the lower portion of her fanny cheeks were visible to their ogling eyes. She released his cock with her left hand and used it to brace herself on his right shoulder as she worked her right leg through the left armrest.
"I can't do this," she protested, a whine in her voice.
"Put an arm 'round my heck, hold my old cock up and I'll spread your pussy bloom so you can sit right down on it," Clemson panted.
Jody winced as his hard fingers fumbled the little folds of her pussy flesh apart. He put a hand on her ass, up under the shirt and guided her tortured, straddled crotch downward.
"Ooooooh! God! No," she whimpered as the head of his prick swabbed into her spread split. The pressure of Clemson's hand drew her forward and down. Her cheek rested against his as her right hand aimed his spear and she cringed as the blunt glans prodded against her entry, slid into her.
"Aaaahhh--ooooohhhh," she whimpered as his great rod slit at just the right slope into her gripping cunt. There seemed to be a mingling of burning and itching and resisting stretch as her butt was forced toward his thighs and she took his prick deeper and deeper into her well-oiled snatch.
The excited muttering of Rita and Laurie were muted and far away as her senses concentrated on the steady penetration of prick into pussy. Finally, she absorbed so much of his cock she had to take her hand away and his prick slid smoothly, hotly into her quaking body.
She found a place on the chair runners to brace her feet. With his prick socked to the hairy balls in her, she rested, her face sweating against Clemson's. She could hear a gulping sound as he drank from the refilled glass.
Detachedly, she felt her coital muscles beginning to coil and wretched around the sex-spine that had her speared almost to the womb. "Aaaah--aaahhh-- aaaahhhh," she gasped at Clemson danced his thighs against her taut buttocks, jiggling her cunny on his huge, tensing cock.
She felt him pushing the shirttail up her back so the others could see her snatch impaled on his prick, her bulging asshole, her bare butt resting on his hairy thighs.
"Fuck up and down. Top-ride," Clemson panted.
Jody tried to gather leverage in her legs to comply, but found no real leverage. Her mind went a little blank as she tried to establish a coital . motion. "I—don't—think—I—can fuck you this way," she panted, a pleasurable heat beginning to glow throughout her pelvic region. "Too awkward," she muttered, looping both arms around his neck, hearing him drop the glass to the dusty ground. She was beginning to forget that two women and a teen-aged boy were watching her degradation, her slow evolving into an animal exulting in sex.
"Clemson, if we're going to fuck, we're going to have to get down on the ground--or you'll have to help me," Jody panted, trying to bounce her cunt on his spindling cock.
Then he cupped her bottom with both hands and began lifting her from his cock, letting her drop back on it. "Uh-uh-uh-uh," she wheezed at the delicious slide in and out of her cunt.
"That helping you, Jody?" Clemson panted.
"Yeah, better," Jody whined, deliberately clenching her young sphincters around his burgeoning shaft. "Ma-y-b-e, I think I can fuck you now," she gasped, tears running down her cheeks as she began bouncing up and down on his hot dick. "Do you like it this way?" she sighed, relishing the faster tempo as he helped her top-ride his slippery cock.
"Fantastic," Clemson replied, easing a finger into her anus and tickling it around in her bowels.
"Am I getting all your cock in this position?" Jody worried, crazily wishing it was possible for Clemson to stuff both his monstrous balls into her asshole while she absorbed his pistoning prick with her vacuuming pussy.
Quickly, a delectable surge of pleasure cascaded through her loins. "Oooohhhh, Clemson," she gasped, trying to fuck her pussy up and down on his prick faster and faster.
"You cummin', baby?" Clemson mumbled. "Pump your cunt on my cock faster and grip it hard; I'm gonna blast, too. Here comes my jizz--deep in your twat. Go, Jody, go! Fuck fast, Baby."
She whined and whimpered and squealed, fairly lashing her ass up and down, trying to drive more and more of his cock into her tormented cunt. "Give it to me! Spurt your jizz, Clemson! Oooohhhh, heavenly. God, your cock feels good in my cunt, gushing me full of your pearly cum."
And his finger, swizzling in her asshole added to the tumultuous pleasure that was consuming her snatch, itching and burning her contorted pussy mouth as she pumped her body on his prick.
"Don't stop jizzing my cunt and don't let your fabulous prick get soft," she whined shrilly, voice dwindling away as she slowly came down from the peak of her orgasm.
Slowly, she became aware of Clemson's hands moving over on her ass cheeks and he withdrew his finger from her rectum. There was something fooling around her back end-and she knew the boy was down there, trying to lick her pussy, her asshole, even while Clemson's prick, still spasming, was imbedded in her snatch.
Sickening disgust, an overwhelming contempt for them--and herself-began to set in. Clemson didn't protest as she disengaged herself, broke their sexual joining and stumbled away to flop dejectedly, ashamed, into an empty chair, dazed, ignoring everything and everyone about her.