The gloomy pessimists are prone to say that the world is all wrong, but this isn't true. It's the people who live on it. And not all the people are wrong. Just a lunatic fringe that preys on the majority.
It seems to this writer than the beginning of recent-history terrorism could be pegged when skyjackings became the vogue of demented hoodlums, extortionists and cold-blooded murderers.
Since, bloody, heartless violations of people's rights and dignities have become wide-spread from the horror of blood-letting at the Olympic Games to the abduction of Miss Patty Hearst.
Small, special-interest groups have burgeoned around the world, intent on imposing their selfish wills on others. There have been countless political kidnappings of industrial executives in South and Central America, in Europe and even Africa.
Monetary ransoms have been demanded in some cases while others have been perpetrated to impose political tenets on an entire nation. Many of the victims have been murdered.
This, probably, is the most overt example of terrorist lunacy exercised to gain demands that otherwise would have been scorned.
More subtle aberrations have been resorted to in order to gain corrupt ends. There have been instances of race horses being doped. In years past, there has been a taint in sports of point-shaving�-bribery. In government, there have been cases of blackmail and illegal surveillance.
Not yet, to this writer's mind, has there been a case of kidnapping prominent sports figures to prevent their "show-up" in order to influence or control the outcome of an athletic event.
But it could happen. So, we have contrived a logical case in novel form to explore such despicable occurrences. We invented a character we called Jody, a rising, promising young tennis star, arid set out to follow her and chronicle her sordid misadventures.
Those who manipulated her kidnapping had no concern with what happened to her, as long as she was taken off the courts, their ends would be served. Human compassion is lost in the ruthless drives for power and wealth. And along the way, others are found who are just as vicious in their more earthy, lustful desires.
Some may pooh-pooh this account as incredible and impossible, but in the past season, at least one major league baseball player was zealously protected after receiving serious threats.
At least monthly newspaper accounts attest to the fact a person can be kidnapped. Two recent instances in California and that stunning incident in Dallas a few years ago, indicate that a person can be shot down on our streets. Thankfully, those two women didn't succeed in assassinating yet another American president.
So, let us admit that Jody's story could happen.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
She was keyed with panic, even before she was fully awake. A gentle jostling of the bed or cot told her she was traveling, but she had no conception of where she was or how she had gotten there.
And the darkness all around her like a shroud provoked the temptation to start screaming and keep screaming. Her body stiffened at the eerie sweep of light through the area in which she lay. And she realized the light was from a vehicle which had approached from the rear and swung out and passed.
Her caught breath lodged in her throat, strangling the urge to scream, when there was a momentary hesitation in the motion of the vehicle. But there was a trembling surge of power and she was transported forward as she realized that whoever was driving had smoothly shifted to a lower gear. The vehicle was on an upgrade.
She swallowed with difficulty. Her tongue was like a wad of dry cotton. She realized, with an increased sense of panic, that she was naked under the coarse blanket that rasped across the faces of her bare breasts, her belly and down her long legs.
And she had no memory of her clothes being removed. She turned onto her left side and slowly drew into a ball with her knees pulled up until they nudged into the firm swell of her breasts. She became aware of a bitter sting between her legs--up inside her. Sickening terror knotted in her belly as she wondered if she had been violated while asleep, or unconscious.
"Oooooh, God," she sighed as quick tears scalded her eyes. Timidly, fearfully, she unwrapped her arms from around her shins and Veed her thighs apart. Even, white teeth nipped onto the tip of her tongue as she groped between her legs with her right hand. A finger nudged into the firm petals, found the entry and probed deep.
Her body trembled at the feverish flutter deep in her insides. "Oooooh, God," she breathed, only slightly relieved to find the virginal membrane was still intact. She hadn't been assaulted, but panic surged anew as she struggled to remember anything.
She coiled back into a tight fetal position, knees pressed into her breasts, flesh stretched tightly over the rounded buttocks, the burning persisting in the vulva and vagina.
The last thing she could recall was the deserted locker room of the Greater Los Angeles Tennis Pavilion. She had been drinking the tall vodka collins a waitress had brought from the bar.
Had she been drugged? She couldn't even remember showering. She remembered sitting on a wooden bench in panties and bra, drained mentally and physically, after telling a Pavilion official to ship her equipment to Las Vegas.
And she clearly recalled the after-match interviews and bantering with reporters, saucily tucking the check for $32,800 into her filmy bra. And that was all. Every last detail she could remember.
Until she had awakened a few minutes before in total strangeness, on the road--somewhere--with an unknown someone driving this heavy vehicle--with her totally naked under a heavy, woolen blanket that scratched her firm titties and her butt and her right shoulder.
"Uncle Fletcher," she cried softly, tears drooling around the tip of her nose, across her upper lip and down her left cheek. But maybe he was in Europe by then. She had no idea what time it was--or even what day.
She tucked her chin into the fleshy crevice of her bosom and wept silently, bitterly, terror reigning over the exhaustion that demanded sleep.
She couldn't find any consolation in the fact that whoever had her hadn't--yet--taken her and ravished her body. Starkly, the question in her mind was not if, but when?
Just as a sleep of fatigue was about to prevail, a frail voice from a speaker somewhere jolted her. "Miss Jody Freeman? Jody? Is my little tennis queen awake yet? This," the voice was not unctuous and amused, "is your captain, Bert Clemson, speaking. We are at four-thousand feet, and will be flying as soon as I get this rig to the summit and headed downhill. Jody?"
Jody choked on the panic-urge to scream and wadded her naked body into an even tighter ball until she sensed pressure on her intestines and rectum.
"In a few hours it will be daylight and we'll be stopping for a leisurely break, for relaxation and fun and games and rigorous calisthenics like you have never known before. The kind no athlete engages in to sharpen his game. But, aaahhhh, what a lovely exercise. And you have the body for it. A truly delectable body."
I've been kidnapped, Jody thought with chilling terror. But, why? And she wished her uncle hadn't gone to Europe to arrange for her projected tour.
Smaaaacccckkkk!
Jody's eyes fluttered open and she flopped naked atop the hard bed. Instantly she knew that she had slept, realizing the blanket had been sneaked from her and she had been slapped so hard on the butt, the force had quaked deep into her body.
For an instant, she glared at the tall man with ears flat against his long, narrow head. She grabbed for the blanket and flagged it out over her, kicking with her feet to spread it, clenching it down with her heels, clutching it under her chin.
"Bert Clemson, at your service, Miss Freeman," he grinned at her, his tongue flicking away a speck of tobacco from a lower tooth. "Sleep time is over--now it's broad daylight and time for games."
Despite her efforts, he yanked away the blanket and she tried to huddle her nudity away from his leering, lascivious eyes.
Instinctively, as she brushed at the long, blonde strands of hair that had floated over her face she thought that someone had cut the rubber bands that had held her hair in two tight manes over her shoulders.
"Baby, let me look at them two over-size, unfuzzy tennis balls on yer chest. Boy, you can serve them into my court any day," Clemson smirked, reaching out a long hand and chuckling as she recoiled.
Her eyes blazed with fear, revulsion and contempt as she shivered under the blanket. For no reason, her uncle's words came to her about never letting no tennis bum get in her pants or putting out to the Malibu muscle creeps.
And she wondered what he would say if he knew she was confronted with no choice. "Where are we--where am I?" she asked weakly.
Clemson sucked on his teeth and winked, shoved long hands into the front pockets of his khaki shorts. "Jody, you don't have to worry about things like that. I'm taking you on that two-weeks vacation you mentioned to the reporters in L.A."
He sidled away from her head and she altered her position, knowing it was futile, trying to conceal her nude body from his pale, darting eyes. She flexed her thighs together, drew her heels into her buttocks, concealing her femaleness. She crossed her arms over her bosom, but he knew he could see the creamy crowns, the dark circles and tiny berries.
Clemson did a little skip and side-step and his action drew her eyes to his front and the long welt and bulge of his shorts.
A helplessness and fury seemed to straggle for dominance with terror and disgust. "If you touch me I swear I'll kill you," she choked, hating the tears that blurred her vision.
His laughter was almost as degrading as if he had his hands on her creamy flesh, mauling her breasts and goose-pimpled buttocks and taking her down with his heavy, animal body.
"Why?" Jody ventured. Then, very pitifully, "Let me have the blanket, or my clothes?"
"Tennis darling," he simpered, "for what we're gonna do, a blanket or clothes only get in the way of the action. Didn't that business manager--your Uncle Fletcher--ever tell you that you can't fuck good if clothes come between crotches? Jody-baby, fuckin' is best when the guy can cram his cock into a pussy deep and get his balls against her asshole and they can rub groins and tangle pussy and pecker hair."
His expression changed quickly, face and eyes clouding. It frightened her. He half turned, rolling and wadding the blanket with hands and forearms and tossing it into a closet.
"I'll be looked for and you'll be arrested and put in jail, maybe even electrocuted," she tried to sound stern, but recognizing that her tone was blustery and frightened and unconvincing.
"Shit, no," he glowered, reaching quickly and tugging a strand of her hair until it sent needles of pain into her scalp. She slapped at his hand and he evaded her and squeezed an exposed breast, tweaked the tiny nipple until she squalled plaintively with the acute pain.
As she was about to scream at him, he slapped her brutally in the face. "Uncover," he yelled, tone growling, "get yer legs unscrambled so I can see yer pussy and get your arms away so I can look at your fancy tits."
He slapped her again, stunning her and her arms drifted downward to her sides as she half turned. He stopped her and she was on her back. He stung the tips of his long fingers into the tender flesh of her thighs and kept at it until she fished her legs out straight.
He was staring ravenously at her exposed breasts, her heaving tummy and sex mound fringed delicately with golden tendrils of silky hair.
"Damn, what a dish of sex, all built for fuckin'. It's a waste, bouncing that fancy butt around on a tennis court," Clemson gloated, leaning over her to run the tips of his fingers from her groin, up over her flat belly to tickle and poke and gouge at her firm, rubbery titties.
"Please?" Jody whimpered.
He slapped her face, flat on with a heavy palm. "Don't ever say please to me unless you're asking for more of what I'm givin' you at the time."
Numbly, Jody wished she had never exercised her ambitions to become a professional tennis player. The fun of the game was all there in Spokane. The money. Yes, the money. It was good to have fun and the money.
Jody stole a glance at Bert Clemson. His tone seemed to soften, even as he tugged the knit sport shirt off over his head. He smiled thinly as he ran those huge palms over his scalp-close hair. She felt mesmerized as she stared at his bony chest, the sprinkling of hair and corded muscles that snaked around in his belly.
Instinctively, a hand flew to her open mouth as she stared at the horrible tenting of his shorts, saw the dark, moist circle at the bloated extremity.
"Just lookin' at your sexy body gives me the creamies in my pants," Clemson said shakily. "You give me stony nuts and a hard-on that won't ease. Baby, the only way I can ease my pain is prickle my needle at you and try to sew up that open gash between yer silky thighs."
Her entire being crawled as he squirreled the tip of an index finger into her navel. Nerves tingled through her abdomen and she retched with indignation, and hopeless degradation.
"You get hungry, and I'll feed you something good. Lots of cream and protein and cock-o-hydrate," Clemson took little dance steps, shuffling his feet and foisting his prominent crotch toward her pale face.
She dared another slap in the face. "You're sick, Clemson," she snarled at him. He slapped her harder, the hardest time yet.
Jody turned her face away from his leering eyes, open mouth with thin lips stretched over prominent teeth. She would like to ask her uncle how she could stay pure and marry a good, clean "lumberjack type" from Washington or Oregon or Idaho. "I will kill you," she sobbed, not moving as he spanked her bare butt.
She clearly heard the zipper skid and knew he was removing the only thing that stood between her virginity and--being fucked. Her mind shaped the word, the single syllable and sound, even though her tongue was idle in her mouth like a wad of clay or mud. She couldn't recall even her eyes and mind acknowledging the word before--not even when she had seen it in the girls' locker room at high school.
Now, I'm going to find out how much humiliation a four-letter word can convey, she thought, the mental agony doing something to her body, physically.
"I won't hurt you, Jody," Clemson muttered. And she heard his feet lift and come back to the floor of the vehicle as he removed his shoes and socks and shorts. "Just stab it into you. Pluck yer ripe, plump little cherry I diddled and doodled with my finger after I got you aboard. Then, I'll shaft it to you, slow and easy, 'til you got the whole damned cock swallowed up with your little fuck-mouth. And I'll let you adapt--afore I start pumpin' the pecker-plunger into your sweet pussy, reamin' it out and jizz-cummin' all over your sex-cellar."
Jody sensed rather than heard him shuffling, barefoot, toward her head. I won't look at him, she thought, as she turned her head and her gaze was captured by his grotesquely ugly genitals.
"Look, Baby. See my big, hard cock I'm gonna plow it in yer furrow and up your goody hole?" He laughed, tone deep and menacing.
And she couldn't help it that her eyes were galvanized to his corrupt erection. She almost gagged as she saw the seep of clear oil from the mocking slot in the blunt tip.
"Look close, Honey," Clemson gloated, just holding his heavy gonads and letting his mast swing and sway before her agonized eyes. "Sure wish I had mirrors in the old Winnebago so you could watch me shaft the old hard-on to you. It's a real sight, seeing a real, man-sized prick being punched into a young, tight, cozy cunny like you got between your slick legs. How come some young girls like to keep their juicy little treasures buried an inch from the dump ground? Think they may wear it out, just from sittin' on it?"
Jody shook her head, feeling sick in the pit of her stomach. She cowered away as he braced a knee on the edge of the bunk, a hand moving the skin back and forth tauntingly on the lengthy shaft.
"Come on, Honey, you ain't about to serve. Get those race horse legs apart. Pull yer knees up tense and wiggle yer toes like you were about to get a try for an ace from across net," Clemson gutturaled. And Jody could see the lust and passion seeming to flow back and forth from his glazed eyes to his engorged genitals.
Slowly, she said, "Clemson! I will kill you."
"Fuckin' me to death, I pray," he gurgled greedily as he hefted his lanky body onto the hard bed. His fingers dug cruelly in the flesh of her thighs just above the knees as he forced her open. He licked his lips as he forced her knees upward and he ogled her exposed crotch devouringly. "Ooooh, Lord, how I'm gonna savor punchin' the prong into your luscious little pussy and floodin' the jizz in you."
Jody kicked at him and tried to squirm her thighs together. He cuffed her beside the head, prompting a spangle of harsh lights behind her eyes and a clanging ring in her left ear. She prayed that she would faint or he would be merciful and knock her unconscious.
He wedged his naked body between her legs and forced her knees upward. "Keep your legs bent up and spread wide so your cunt is arched up so I can drive my cock into you at the proper angle," he ordered. "I want your pussy pushed up so the slope is just right for good fuckin' with long cock-strokes."
Jody shivered with dread as he hovered over her, letting his massive, dripping organ lie up across her belly. His heavy, hairy balls dangled against her defenseless, vulnerable vulva.
She tried, desperately, to remember what she had read and heard about what a girl should do if she were about to be raped. She seemed to recall the victim should fight as hard as she could and scream with all her might. But who would hear her here--wherever she was?
She thought some authorities advised the girl to be submissive and cooperative. There was less chance she would be badly hurt or killed. A turbulent trembling began all through her body and she couldn't still it.
He was fumbling about her place with his fingers and she lifted her head to stare down between the wide vale of her breasts in spite of her fright and disgust. Perhaps it was a mental, protective mechanism. She seemed to withdraw from herself and stared at his dangling penis with the dark knob and swaying testicles with detachment. All she could see of herself was the furry little parapet above her dainty little furrow, but she could feel his fingers adroitly parting the outer and inner folds and petals of her flesh.
"Oh, Jody-baby," he breathed heavily, "you smell so sweet and delicious, I'm tempted to eat out your pussy before I spang the prick into your little poontang."
Her neck began to ache, but she couldn't force herself to lie back and accept what was inevitable. There was, in fact, a growing fascination in her brain.
"Only thing that will hurt you much," Clemson said conversationally as he palmed his huge tusk and aimed it into her small gash, "will be when I put on the pressure and pop your cherry. But I'll hesitate and give you a chance to catch a deep breath and kind of brace yourself for it. All it amounts to, really, is I'll ease my cock into you and when the head pushes against yer skin, I'll let you rest. And when you're ready, I'll increase the pressure, stretch the skin, then stab it right on through."
"Clemson? Please?" Sweat sprang to her forehead and then her face.
"That's what I told you," he gloated. "Say please when you want something."
Jody cringed, pressing her tapering thighs against his flanks as if to expel him from her Veed legs, but he wedged the purplish plum in her tender little crevice and pried it lower, against the entry to her body. She felt she was going mad.
"Jesus! Let me die!" she shrieked, unable to wriggle away from him as she felt him hunch slightly, dabbling the head of his cock at her fevered entry. She felt her toes curls as her flesh was stretched by his more determined prodding.
"Jody, you're gonna be real tight," Clemson muttered, "and I wish you could see the way your little pussy hole squeezes my knob. Brace yourself, Baby, I'm comin' in--gonna pop the head of my prick inside now."
Jody thought she screamed but didn't hear her voice as she suffered a tearing sensation as he penetrated her. She felt that part of her body was bloated with a massive, hard object.
She stared unbelievingly at his immense shaft of hard meat that was barely skewered into her pussy. It seemed unreal, the way a male and female could be joined.
"Okay?" Clemson muttered.
Her head flopped back on the hard mattress as he nudged at her and she could feel, very keenly, the grate and stretching of his prick entering her.
"You really oughta watch my prick go in until you can't see nothin' but my black hair and your blonde hair," Clemson said cheerfully.
Her body suddenly writhed and coiled. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh," Jody gasped and panted with short breaths, a burning, tingling sensation stinging her innards. She tried to kick at him, hut her feet were behind him and she couldn't reach his heaving chest.
"Ready, Baby? Get a deep breath now."
"Oooohhh, nooooo! Uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted, vaguely aware that her feet were dangling a foot from the bed. "Aaagggh!"
His short, brutal hunch of hips sent a ripping sensation upward through her body and she felt she was on the edge of darkness, almost blacking out.
"You got no more cherry!" Clemson gloated.
Her eyes fluttered and she was perplexed by the solemn cast of his long face, the film of sweat on his body. There was a churning down there and she could only see half as much of his prick as the last time she had looked.
"Push your pussy up at me now," Clemson grated. "Either put your feet on the bed up close to your ass buns or swing 'em high and wide up by your head. I want you to arch your cunt up to me as I shaft my cock all the way up your snatch. And with your pussy lofted up, you get all the prick I got when I fuck it to you."
Jody gasped and swallowed hard as he methodically bored his monstrous dong into her aching, throbbing pussy. She could see only about an inch of his stump protruding from his matted forest of black pubic hair.
What if he gets me knocked up? she fretted dolefully, as she watched him wiggle his body and relentlessly pry and prod the remaining inch of prick into her. She felt giddy and faint, every sense focused on the gorging of her body with his mammoth meat.
Instinctively, she was grateful that the sharpest of her pain had subsided, replaced by a sort of numbness. She could feel the hardness of his groin pressed to her fleshy mound.
"I'll let my cock soak for a minute and you can get used to having your pussy crammed full of prick," Clemson murmured. "Then, I'm gonna fuck you silly, dizzy and insane."
Give me sweet, merciful death, Jody wailed mentally, not resisting as he cupped his hands behind her knees and lifted her thighs, rolling her taut little rounded butt up from the bed.
"Oh-oh-oh--uh-uh-uh," she gasped as he drew his cock far out of her cunt and snaked it back in with a steady thrust of his hips.
"Gonna be smooth, snug fuckin'," Clemson marveled, extracting his organ again and shafting it back into her. "What a fabulous piece of ass, Honey! Can you feel the full length of my prick as I haul it out and chase it back in?
"Come on. Shake your ass up and down and back and forth and fuck along with old Bert," he chuckled, repositioning his knees and beginning to fuck the cock to her in measured, rhythmic plunges.
She felt that she was being broken in half when he looped her legs up over his heaving shoulders, seized her narrow flanks and began fucking her faster and faster.
"When the old cock starts shooting jizz up your twat, I want you to scream and yell and bounce all over the bed," he gasped, socking his cock in her so hard, his balls bounced off her helpless bottom and his groin smashed her mound. "That's what a guy really likes when he cums up in a gal's snatch, having her go wild and crazy, like she was trying to climb a wall."
Jody was taking his stabbing prick easier now and she relaxed slightly, keenly conscious of the firm, smooth glide of his organ in and out of her snug little box.
Suddenly, he came at her with a wild frenzy, fucking wildly and erratically, driving his shaft into her with frantic lunges. Sweat ran from his short hair and dripped from his contorted face onto her throbbing titties.
Sensations like electrical impulses surged from where he was shafting his cock-meat into her tortured, plundered pussy up through her lean tummy and into her breasts.
"Ooooooh!" she squalled as he suddenly clammed into her and she felt her insides being scalded as his prick pulsated and spasmed inside her cunt.
Slowly, he collapsed atop her, his hairy chest flattening the blossoms of her breasts, his weight so heavy she felt that he would suffocate her. But she managed to breathe shallowly and he gradually lifted himself from her sweaty, tormented body.
Numbly, she raised her head and watched him come erect on his knees. She gasped and swallowed convulsively as she watched him extract his prick from her plundered pussy. Momentary nausea assailed her as he laid out his wilting meat on her tummy. She could see flecks of blood matted in his pubic hair and let her head drop back to the mattress.
"You been fucked good and I had me a real hot, tight, hard fuck," Clemson muttered, fumbling off the bed.
Jody heard water running and surmised he was holding his genitals over the lavatory basin and was washing them. Then he was back, dropping a wash cloth, soppy with cold water on her feverish crotch.
"Clean yourself up, Honey. I'm gonna crank up and get on up the road."
Her hands fumbled the wet cloth against her split and she almost told him, "Thanks, Clemson."
CHAPTER TWO
Jody struggled to the compact bathroom and hunkered on the open seat, weeping with dismay as the hot trickle seemed to scald her insides. Her mouth worked with thirst and her stomach growled with the normal, youthful pangs of hunger.
She braced her hands and arms on the sides of the wash basin, took a deep, ragged breath and opened a tap. Tears flowed down her pallid cheeks. He had shut off the water and she couldn't even wash her hands.
Weakly, uncertain in the ungaugable sway of the bus, she floundered out of the bathroom and tried the closet door to retrieve the blanket. But he had locked it. And she was alone, naked in the half-light, half-dark.
"Oooooohhh, Clemson," she wept softly. "Why?" She sprawled on the bed, oblivious to the vulnerability and lewd posture, legs flung wide, ass humped invitingly, aching crotch exposed. Why, she began to think seriously, had he abducted her? Was it just that he had a penchant to ravish her? She choked off the painful sobs and tried to recall. But, she could remember nothing beyond drinking that vodka collins in the locker room. If it were drugged, how did he manage to sneak her away into the motor home and not be seen?
She wiggled forward and parted the heavy drapes, wanting to see out. She had lost all conception of time, had no perception of direction. The glass had been swabbed with paint.
"Clemson!" she screamed, almost incoherent with hate, anger and frustration. "If I don't appear in Las Vegas in a couple of days, you will be hunted down and maybe killed for what you're doing to me."
Jody writhed on the hard bed, coiled her body tightly, then kicked out full-length, feeling sick and ashamed from her debauchment.
Without warning, a radio station was piped into her little bedroom-prison cell. It only added to her gloom as the announcer said that there was a great deal of doubt that "Miss Jody Freeman would compete in the Las Vegas net matches. She hinted very strongly that she might not compete because of exhaustion. She said she might take off on a leisurely vacation for a couple of weeks. Several of the established pros on the circuit said that if this new star of the tennis world from Spokane did enter, she would be very hard to beat." The report continued with the fact her uncle-manager was in Europe and wasn't expected back in time for the Vegas matches and this may be a disappointment to Miss Freeman who has relied heavily on his presence and moral support ever since her parents died when she was five and he had raised her.
The radio was tuned out and Jody shivered with grief and misery. That is why he is so confident he'll have no trouble or be in danger of arrest. No one, really, expects to see me show up in Las Vegas.
She turned onto her stomach and cradled her haggard face in her arms and cried softly.
Her sleep was fitful, her fragmented dreams painful. She was in center court in Las Vegas with twenty-thousand eyes on her. And the people were laughing and pointing and her opponent was leading thirty-love. She groped instinctively to loosen the bind of clothing in her crack. But she was naked. And sitting high in the judge's seat was the pale-eyed Bert Clemson. There was a high-pitched reaction from the crowd when he announced that he knew for a surety that the nineteen-year Jody Freeman no longer was a virgin. And she was so mortified that she stood as if petrified and let the serve sizzle past her for an ace.
Her dreaming drifted and she was fretting about luggage and personal effects at the Los Angeles motel. But she seemed to see herself sitting somewhere in a daze and watching a man carry her things from the motel and stow them someplace.
The bus swung suddenly to the right and she was heaved forward as it was braked sharply. Jody was conscious of mixed feelings of dread and gratitude. She could ask Clemson for something to drink and something to eat--but she would have to endure his greedy, covetous eyes. Maybe even another sexual demand.
A sickening, squeamish sensation assailed her as she heard, very faintly, his barefeet padding toward her and she could feel the gentle sway of the vehicle of his movement. As she heard a key turn in the aisle door, she started to fold an arm over her hot breasts and fan a hand across her crotch. But she flopped her arms at her sides, fearing such a gesture might infuriate him and he would slap her around again. Her head still hurt and there was a small cut in her lower lip from the last time.
Her face was turned to the ceiling as the door opened, but her eyes swung to regard his shadowy figure. He was again wearing the khaki shorts, but he was barefoot and naked from the waist.
"Bet you could go for a drink, huh, Jody?" Clemson said softly. "And something to eat. How you gonna pay for food and drink? I know you don't have that L.A. check."
She didn't reply. That was true. After photographs, she had returned it to tournament officials to be forwarded to various accounts in Spokane banks. Uncle Fletcher had arranged for that. Accounts for savings and expenses and trust funds. She was about to tell him that she had no money, merely drew a small weekly stipend for incidentals and girlish whims. "I am extremely thirsty," Jody agreed, astonished by her croaking voice. "And hungry. And please give me some clothes," she added, hating the imploring tone she couldn't keep from her voice. Tears poured from her eyes and distorted his bony face.
"What the hell you need clothes for?" Clemson mocked. "Where we are, it's gonna get too hot to wear clothes. You don't want clothes here in the desert."
For the first time, she turned her face to him, forgetting the tears that flooded saltily from her eyes. "Why did you have to take them in the first place?" she demanded accusingly.
"Well, I had several stops to make before we left L.A. and I didn't think I had to worry about you streaking down the sidewalk," he explained, backing along the aisle. She heard the door of a refrigerator close with a hush sound, then there was the clunking of ice cubes and liquid being poured from bottles.
"You can come on forward, Jody," Clemson called amiably. 'It's a beautiful day. We can go outside for awhile, until it gets hot, if you want to."
"Something to wear," she shrieked at him, lurching to a sitting position. "Pleeeease? Some clothes, Clemson?"
He was silent and she waited expectantly. Then he yelled at her, "Shut up that goddamned whining and get your little ass up here or go thirsty." She felt faint and again demoralized.
She lingered on the bed, still hoping he would bring her something to wear, dreading going out to him naked and letting him see her in full light. Finally, slowly, she shuffled off the bed and moved forward uncertainly, instinctively trying to conceal her nudity with arms and hands. He thrust a tall glass at her and she glared at him resentfully as she saw carbonation bubbles.
"I'd prefer just water," she protested softly. But she took the glass with her left hand, leaving her breast cones exposed to his eyes. "Take what you get and appreciate it and get your butt on outside," Clemson snarled at her, slapping her bottom hard as she carefully shuffled past him. The force of the slap propelled her far forward, almost to the door beyond the small dinette.
"Outside," he snapped, following her. "Not naked," she pleaded.
"Go on," he ordered, kicking her buttocks smartly with the side of his bare foot. "Ain't nobody within a hundred miles or so to see you."
She thought she had never felt so vulnerable as when she made the long, naked step down to the desert ground, with bare breasts bobbing freely, curving buns of her butt scissoring.
"Baby, you got it all," Clemson breathed heavily behind her. "You play championship tennis and can maybe take it all in Rome and Paris and Wimbledon. And you got the niftiest pair of boobies and saucy ass cheeks I've ever seen. And, you got a maddening pussy that was virgin until a few hours ago. And I had the privilege of firing the first volley into that."
Carefully, she pranced away from him to avoid his touch. His tennis euphemism disgusted her. Greedily, she licked at the frosty moisture forming on the outside of the glass. "I want just plain water," she sulked. "Not a soft drink."
Her heart skipped as his face tightened, eyes glittered and he doubled a fist. "You drink what I give you--or nothing." And Jody tilted the glass and drank. Ginger ale. And it wasn't until she had consumed half of it she realized it was heavily charged with alcohol. Probably vodka.
"You son of a bitch," she sobbed, glaring at him through tear-clouded eyes. But the coldness of the drink and the liquid, itself, was refreshing and stimulating. And she turned her back, strode away from him as she emptied the glass. Silent sobs railed through her lithe body as the liquor bubbled and seemed to explode in her empty stomach.
In a matter of minutes, she was giddy and dizzy, the clean, austereness of the desert unreal to her dazed eyes. She couldn't focus on the barren hills and mesas. And she couldn't label the color of the sagebrush and greasewood. She squinted at a swerving swooping, circling, gliding eagle to the east where the sun had already troweled the sky with a liquid brass.
"Don't wander too far," Clemson chortled, "a desert beast might get you."
Jody shrugged her bare shoulders, knowing his glittering eyes were on the smooth flare of her hips, devouring the satiny swell and curve of her buttocks. The only beast in the desert she feared and dreaded, she mused, was Clemson. She had hunted and captured rattlesnakes near Spokane on a high school biology class field trip. And who was afraid of jack rabbits and coyotes and little lizards?
"Want another drink?" Clemson taunted. "You can have an icy beer, if you prefer."
Vaguely, she heard his coarse laughter. "Why are you doing this to me?" she shrieked at him, stumbling to her feet and weaving toward him. "Blackmail? You want money? Let me go and I'll have Uncle Fletcher get it for you when he returns from Europe. I haven't got any money."
She cried softly, let him take the glass from her as she stood there in the loud silence of the Nevada desert, a hundred miles or so north of Las Vegas. Numbly, she accepted the fresh drink and gulped at it hungrily. "If you let me go and I can play at Las Vegas and win some money, I'll give it all to you."
"Drink up and shut -up," Clemson said softly, roughness gone from him at the time as he looped a long arm around her shuddering body and hugged her nakedness to him. "That would be okay--but I doubt I'd live long enough to blow the first stack at the craps table."
For a moment, Jody sobbed against his bare chest, rubbing her tears onto him and feeling a comfort and reassurance she always got from snuggling to her uncle. She pressed back and away from him, dully resentful of his hand caressing her titties and fondling the smooth, tight-skinned cheeks of her behind.
"How long will you keep me?" she muttered. "You're going to kill me!"
"Ooooh, noooo," Clemson protested, moving behind her, up against her. "I ain't gonna do anything like that. Just keep you 'til after that Vegas match."
She regarded him numbly as he opened a compartment of the bus and set up two folding patio chairs. Timidly, she padded into the shade of the huge vehicle. Resentfully, she tried to run thoughts coherently through her fuzzed mind. What he had said about not living to spend money she might win perplexed her. And he would only keep her until after the tournament. Could it be that someone didn't want her to compete at Les Vegas?
"Pick out a chair, Jody," Clemson said. "Want some music? I'll turn on the radio."
She swung a chair away from the other so he couldn't sit and stare directly at her exposed breasts and at her defenseless crotch. She slumped into the chair, crossed her thighs high and twined her ankles.
"Who wants me out of the Vegas meet?" she demanded when he returned. She grimaced as country rock music blared out into the golden cleanness of the desert.
"Shit. What you talking about," Clemson said, kicking the other chair so that he sat facing her. "What lovely tits. You know, Jody, I think you're one of the youngest girls I eve- fucked. I was surprised to discover you were still a virgin? I thought--as close as I've heard you and old Fletcher are--that he probably had slipped into you long ago. Maybe he likes it sucked. Is that it? He ain't never screwed yer li'l pussy 'cause he prefers blow-jobs, havin' you suck him off. Is that it? Huh?"
Jody nearly gagged on the drink and sliver of ice. "You're sick and disgusting," she managed, unable to meet his hot eyes.
As if he hadn't heard her, his feverish, carnal eyes flashed from the tufts of hair squeezed by her tensed thighs to her tits, to her pinched, frowning lips. "Bet that's it. You know, Jody, I like it, too. Having my cock blowed. I truly love having a pretty gal sucking my hard prick."
A scream of contempt and terror built deep in her belly, surged chokingly into her chest and finally blared shrilly from her mouth. She threw the half-full glass of ginger ale and vodka at him.
"Shut off that stupid cowboy music," she screamed, feeling she was tottering on the cliff of insanity.
CHAPTER THREE
For an agonizing minute, all reality escaped Jody as she stared at the slow reddening and brutal set of Clemson's face. The climbing sun had cut the Winnebago's shadow and blazed on her head.
"I like that kind of music," Clemson growled. "And if you don't, that's too fuckin' bad."
Her eyelids began fluttering as she anticipated his fists pounding against her face. He rose slowly, kicked the light-weight chair away behind him. "You hear me?" Quickly, he hooked a foot under the seat of her chair and kicked her over backwards.
She landed heavily on her shoulders and the back of her head.
"And don't you ever, ever, ever scream at me that way again," he howled, his bare foot flailing at her, kicking the toppled chair onto a stunted clump of sagebrush some ten feet away. "Goddamn you, you little uppity slut, I oughta kill you."
Warily, Jody crawled away, pulling her legs and feet under her, preparing to bolt to her feet and run. To where?
"I'm gonna teach you, teach, teach, teach, teach you," Clemson screamed like a mad animal.
As if paralyzed or hypnotized, she watched him dash to a ladder at the end of the bus and clamber up it. Only dumbly aware of her bare butt on the sandy ground, she watched him dart along the top and flip the ends of two ropes down the side of the vehicle.
"You're gonna get it now," Clemson yelled. "You're gonna catch hell for screaming at me that way." Agilely, he lowered his body over the side of the bus and dropped to the ground.
Jody began crying, sobs coming in plaintive whimpers as she cowered away from him. The gritty soil sandpapering the tender skin stretched over her buttocks went unnoticed. Hatred and terror was sowing another scream--but she choked it back, afraid of adding to his menacing anger as he stalked her. She flopped over to crawl away from him and he kicked her bottom with the side of his feet, sending her sprawling forward, right cheek scraping along the ground, the creamy crowns of her breasts emoried raw.
He half-lifted her by the upper left arm as he kicked her butt again. She had no balance, because of the liquor, and he shoved her toward the bus. "God, no," she screeched as he secured her wrists with the two ropes, hefting her up until she barely stood flat-footed, her scratched breasts throbbing against the side of the bus.
She would have emitted a long, wavering scream, but his feet bounced into her defenseless ass cheeks and she was slammed full-body into the vehicle.
"You're gonna learn to behave," Clemson snarled and she could hear his heavy, labored breathing just inches from her left ear. She sobbed against the bus, rubbing her sore cheek against an upstretched arm. Scalding tears were like fire in the fine scrapes of her skin.
Jody was conscious of some relief as she listened to the fierceness in his tone soften into a smug gurgle. But it was supplanted by dread and despair as his large hands found her bare shoulders, massaged briefly, slid down and around to cup and fondle her tender breasts.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh--oooohhh, noooo," Jody whimpered, breath rapid, coming in bewildered pants. She was conscious of her toes curling, digging into the dirt that had been loosened by the harsh dig of the braking front tire.
"Goddamn beautiful, saucy young butt," Clemson grunted, his fingers working on the firm globes of her flesh.
And Jody swallowed roughly, astonished that his coarse touch was producing a hot tumescence in her dainty young nipples. "Clemson!" she howled with shame and frustration.
He laughed delightedly, moving against her bare bottom and rubbing the firm, fleshy ridge back and forth across the half-moons and goading it at the pinched crack. She tried to hinge her butt away from him, but the side of the bus was unyielding and all she succeeded in accomplishing was flattening her Venus mound against it, provoking an unfamiliar, shameful tingling of .nerves all through her taut loins.
"You're comin' out, Baby," Clemson chortled, increasing the pressure of his penis against the pinched crease between the long, curving buns of her ass.
"Never been diddled until a few hours ago and I guess nothing else," he gurgled. "Never sucked or been rear holed."
For a moment, Jody wished she hadn't drunk the liquor, but as her senses became acutely aware of Clemson's rubbing his obscenity against her bare rear end, she wished she had drank more and more and more--until she was so drunk she didn't know morning from sundown.
"Jeez, just rubbing the old jock against your keen ass through my shorts bring me out, too, Jody. Do you feel my prick getting steamed up and hard? Damn, just doing this gets it thick and long, Honey. And fuckin' is the only way I can get it to go down to a normal piss-hole. Yep, gotta zap it into a hot, juicy poontang pussy-hole and drain the sap out of it."
"You filthy son of a bitch," Jody gasped, disturbed and ashamed it lacked the vehemence she intended. Her humiliation deepened as he chuckled with amusement and enjoyment. A shudder cascaded through her as he left her suddenly. She was too weak to follow his stride to the storage compartment, just sobbed raggedly, praying for relief or unconsciousness.
"Eeeeiiiikkkkk," she gasped as his fingers snarled in her hair and he wrenched her head back, turned her face to the right. She hadn't dreamed he had gotten her things from the motel. He was brandishing the tennis racket with the broken string that she hadn't gotten to the shop yet.
"My serve," Clemson chuckled, grinning at her, his teeth large and fang-like near her startled eyes.
"Think I'll try acin' yer ass, Jody," Clemson giggled harshly.
Jody vaguely heard the flutter of air through strings, then screamed shrilly as the webbing twanged against her left butt cheek. Jody tried to recoil from him and the incredible sting of the taut strings.
"Fault," Clemson coughed.
"Splanggggggg."
"Double fault," Clemson yipped as he banged the racket against the other cheek.
Jody couldn't control the writhing hunch of her hips, rubbing her mound against the bus, knowing she couldn't escape.
"Hey, Jody, I love the way you roll yer ass--but don't yer know you can't fuck the bus?" He began a rhythmic swatting of her helpless butt with the faulty racket. She began to feel faint.
"Got anything to say to me, Jody?" Clemson taunted, pausing long enough for her to answer, then resuming the steady splat-splat of racket against her tingling, burning flesh. "Say something, Jody."
She almost strangled on inward tears of humiliation and panic. She glug-glugged against the convulsive "please."
He spanked away again at her red-welted buttocks. "You got part of it right. Can you think of what goes with it?"
"Please--don't," Jody whimpered.
"You're trying," Clemson goaded, "out that ain't what I want to hear and what you truly want to say. Now think it over a minute. Just three little words, Jody. The second word begins with the letter 'F'."
Oooooh, Jesus, no, Jody began shivering despite the increasing desert heat. "Aaaaiiiieeee," she howled as she felt him finger her sore loaves and wiggle the handle of the racket into the long, deep furrow.
"Figured out how it goes, Jody?" Clemson hissed in her ear. "Let me whisper you a little hint. Okay?"
Her eyes widened, squinted shut. Jody's knees sagged and she slumped against the binding ropes that dug into her wrists, trapping blood in her tingling fingertips. "Oooohhhh, God," she murmured, praying she would faint.
"You heard me, Jody," Clemson said sternly, the racket splanging against her inflamed buttocks. "I know you heard what I said.
"Now. NOW! Say it."
Every screaming fiber of her body anticipated the racket torture again. She could hear him swishing it through the air, menacing.
"Please ..." she began slowly, nausea forcing her to swallow fast and hard.
"You're gonna get there, Jody," Clemson said with a mockingly consoling tone. "Keep at it."
"Please-fuckme!" she blurted, hating herself and banging her forehead against the bus.
"Say it slowly and with sincerity and feeling," Clemson challenged, fingers plowing into her anal crease.
"Please," Jody drew a deep ragged breath, "please--fuck--me." And she sagged against the cutting ropes again. She was numbly conscious of his lifting her, a hairy arm around her narrow waist, so he could loosen the rope knots. Then she was untied and he hefted her, righted a chair and dropped her into it.
"I would be proud to oblige," Clemson laughed, winking at her obscenely, carnally.
Her hot bottom seemed wet and sticky against the plastic webbing of the chair and Jody wondered whether he had cut the flesh and she was bleeding. A hand passed limply over her eyes where the past-mid-morning sun further bewildered her dazed mind. She peered dumbly at the still-tingling wet fingertips and thought the stickiness could be perspiration.
There was a molten lump in the pit of her stomach, a sickness all through her as she reviewed what she had said moments before. She sensed her lips drawing into a frown-out as she dully watched him drop his shorts around his knees, standing just yards away, feet wide, pelvis forward-thrust to foist his genitals at her.
She could run away--right at that moment. His clothes were down around his ankles and would hobble him for a brief time. Through sheer panic and determination, she felt she could out-distance him.
As hope sparked, she dragged her eyes from the lolling sway of his heavy scrotum clogged with potent testicles and the meaty hose of his sex extending and thickening as it rose in erratic jerks. She swallowed with difficulty, still seeing the kinky tendrils of pubic hair on his thick-skinned bag and the silvery drip of syrup from the tiny, gaping slit in the tip of the glans.
But? Run where? There was a reddish, coppery cast to all the desert now. In the distance was a playful whirlwind whipping up dirt and debris. Heat ripples danced over a long ridge of exposed rock. And swinging in a high, wide lazy circle was an eagle. Or a buzzard.
Yes? Run where?
How could she escape? Naked and sore. With no food or water. She had hunted and fished with her Uncle Fletcher. In the mountains of Washington and Idaho and in their parched desert regions. And she knew the perils of being in either without protection and food and water.
"Hey, Jody, ask me again, will you?" Clemson jarred her and dispelled her reverie. "I like the way you begged me to do it to you. Ask me again."
Her eyes, filled with loathing, swung back to his totally naked body. "No," she said wearily, shaking her head slowly. "I said it--you made me say it--and I won't say it again."
His laughter had a chilling effect, despite the increasing heat of the desert sun that seemed to be dehydrating her sleek, feverish body.
"Oh, hell, that's okay--this time. But you will before your vacation is over."
In spite of her contempt and dread of him, she couldn't drag her eyes from his hands, one cupping and fondly and jostling his massive balls and the other stroking up and down back and forth as he tauntingly jacked off just a few feet from her wan face.
"Wanta take the two nuggets in yer hand and feel a real treasure?" Clemson goaded her, squeezing his fat, firm nuts. "I guess it's okay to call 'em nuggets--being as what that's what helped make Nevada famous. I think I got a real set of golden lumps."
"You're disgusting," Jody intoned, wincing as he masturbated rapidly, milking the clear stickiness from the dimple in the head of his lust-engorged cock.
Jody shrank from him mentally, cowered back in the chair as he waggled his lean hips coitally, forcing his massive, ready phallus to swing freely, dripping. She could see the waltzing of his stomach muscles as he tensed them, compelling his gross testes to yo-yo in the thick sac that was now stretched smooth.
"Ready, Jody?"
She tried to peer defiantly into his face, but her eyelids began fluttering as she anticipated a brutal slapping and mauling. But Clemson surprised her when he hefted her almost tenderly into his hard arms.
"Nooooo, Clemson? Please? Don't do it? Get me my clothes and take me to some town and let me go and I won't tell anyone ever-ever-ever."
He jostled her naked body against his hairy chest and she squirmed futilely in his unyielding arms. She cried out as he held her tightly and she felt the rasp of his beard on the crown of her right breast.
"Oooooh, nooo," she sobbed as he captured the nipple in lips and nipped his teeth deep into the aureole. She stiffened, kicked her legs out straight as he sucked and dappled his tongue on the tough little berry.
She flailed with an arm as he let her slump and she curled an arm around his neck, fearful he would let her fall to the hard, hot, sandy ground. "Aaaggghhh," she gurgled as she felt the hot, wet knob of his hard, gorged meat dobbing against her hot, throbbing buttocks.
He held her there, her right hip against his groin, his sex tusk probing at the tense crease, a finger forcing in between her legs to find her aching cavity.
Jody was bewildered and ashamed as muscles spasmed the lengths of her thighs and he found her--in deep. And the dainty nipple was becoming hot and tumescent under the goadings of his lasciviously active mouth.
"Oooohhhh, baby," Clemson chortled, mumbling against her breast, "I got my finger fucked all the way in ya and I can feel yer nifty twat throbbing on it."
Jody screamed pitifully as she felt him swizzling and hooking his finger inside her. Her back arched, her legs went limp and dangled across his forearm as he began forcing his finger in and out of her snug vagina.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted, sensing a baffling coiling and writhing deep in her loins.
"Heeey, I think you really dig being finger-fucked," Clemson chuffed as he sucked voraciously on her vanquished tittie.
She was appalled when she suddenly realized she was squeezing fingers into the nape of his neck. She began kicking and squirming again as he gouged a finger deep into her viscous cunt and slapped his face, his ear. But he bit down on her tittie and she quit, squalling from the dizzying pain.
Incoherent words of prayer to faint throbbed in her tormented brain. But she knew she wasn't going to lose consciousness. Instead, incomprehensibly to her, her slender thighs eased open. Immediately he recognized the proffered advantage and his finger slid in and out of her slickly, rapidly.
Her right palm cupped the back of his neck, her back arched and she felt him lowering her and she prepared herself to being laid out on the ground.
There was a gritty stinging in her abused buttocks as he put her down on her back. "This old cowboy is gonna go things different. He's gonna herd the stallion into the horsey corral, then throw himself in the saddle. And we'll ride, ride, ride."
Jody moaned involuntarily as his finger was pulled out of her seething little canny. She flung her arms out from her shoulders and stared with glazed, glassy eyes as she watched him shuffle between her upward scissored thighs. She peered into his narrow, intent face. Her knees seemed to crowd him as he leaned his body to her, and she spread them as far apart as was comfortable. Even farther until she sensed a creaking in her young pelvis.
She lifted her head from the dust and peered at the sloping sway of his immense penis. Her gaze followed his hands as he wiped dust from them on her breast globes before using the fingers of one to part the puffed petals in her dainty furrow and aimed his massive missile at the core of her sex.
In spite of her yearning for it to be otherwise, her senses seemed to grow more acute. Muscles trembled along the inner planes of her thighs and she watched in fascination as she saw the purplish knob swab out of sight into the folds of her flesh, under the tousled bush across her little groin pillow.
"Oh-oh-oh--uh-uh-uh-uh," she moaned, anticipating pain as she keenly felt a pulpy plowing, a stretching, then a slow gorging in the resilient pore between her legs.
"It'll be good for you this time," Clemson grunted. "It won't hurt none. Now you just relax 'til I get it stuffed in ya and you'll enjoy gettin' fucked yerself fucked good and proper with a big cock sucked to the nuts in your honeyed cunny."
Jody let her head ease back to the dusty ground, her eyes rolled high and she stared as if hypnotized into the thin blackness of the Nevada desert sky. Dully, she wondered where the eagle--or the buzzard--had gone.
"Roll yer ass up a little, Honey," Clemson whispered loudly, "so my prick can slide in easy-like--up to the balls."
She wanted to lie passive, but she was aware of her feet dancing and scooting in the dust, drifting upward toward her obscenely presented straddle.
And she tensed her muscles, lifting her bottom. It did seem to help. His massive meat seemed to slip into her with less bind and friction and she closed her eyes tightly as she felt it wedging into her, expanding and filling her. Rather pleasantly, she mused vacantly.
"Ohhh, Jeeeesus," Jody cried out suddenly as Clemson grasped her narrow flanks and hunched his hips, rotating them at the same time. He drove into her and she felt and heard the dull, meaty plop of his balls as they bounded against her upturned bottom. There was a warm fleshiness nestling in her splayed crack, against her bulging anus.
Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes slowly focused on his triumphant face. "You got it all, Tennis Queen. All nine inches of the old stud-meat shoved into yer mare-chute."
The quivering sensations that seemed to originate right between her legs and rippled upward through her heaving tummy bewildered Jody and she lifted her head, straining, trying to see the joining of her sex-place with his bulging organ. She strived to relax, but the sparkings of response of her body called out for attention.
She drew a deep breath of fascination as her eyes dwelt on the slow, slow, slow extraction of his solid meat from her throbbing body. She sensed her toes curling and scrawling in the dust as she stared at his wet, slick, blood-veined penis.
"You like the looks of a man's joint popping in and out of your tight little pussy, Jody?" Clemson leered, his tongue flicking across large teeth. "Bet you wish you could really see my cock banging away at your juicy little poontang. I've seen guys fuck gals. Can you get your fingers down to yer ass? When I plow my cock into your cunt, it really makes your butt hole pooch out."
Disgust suddenly grew like a sick lump around her heart and she let her head fall back. But it came up again when he banged it back into her, his balls plopping loudly against her hot, tortured asshole.
Just from the moist, torrid sensation, she could visualize the stretching of the outer, protective flaps of vulva-flesh around his slowly pistoning prick. Sweat dripped from the end of his nose onto her right breast and she rubbed it away with lazy fingers.
Then she was aware of her feet seeming to float into the air and she stared at them, dancing limply as his coital hunches jostled her. She drew her knees up until they were lodged in his perspiring armpits.
Her breath was coming in uncontrolled pantings as he humped with long strokes, slocking his meaty fang into her, seemingly deeper and deeper.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh," she gasped, faintly aware her bottom was up-jostling each time he drove his cock firmly into her cunt.
Then he stopped. And her head lifted.
"Wha-wha-what's the matter?" Jody wheezed, her bottom lifting to him and his immobile prick.
"Got a sharp rock or pebble under my right knee," Clemson grunted. And she felt his fingers searching along against her up-rolled butt as he sought the irritant.
"Get it out," Jody sighed. "Hurry--and--get--it out."
Then he was back at her, one of his hands curled around the back of her neck, the other massaging back and forth from hot, hard tittie to hot, hard tittie.
She drew a deep breath as her body absorbed the faster and faster pummeling of prick into her pussy. She could smell the heady, dizzying aroma of male and female sexing.
"Shake yer ass and I'll make yer pussy smoke," Clemson yelled as he began to throw the prick into her in long, fast, frantic thrusts. "By God, you're the best fuckin' piece of tail I ever ever ever had," he gloated, sweat dripping from his face onto her mauled boobies.
Numbly, Jody could feel her shoulders and upper back being scraped raw by the coarse ground as he plundered her throbbing, aching pussy. "Can you smell the fantastic perfume of cock popping and rubbing in and out of yer cunt?"
Jody closed her eyes with revulsion at his crude language. But her body was responding, her hips gyrating as she endeavored to hoist her pummeled crotch at the onslaught of his massive pecker. She was dimly aware of sobbing softly, tears streaming from her eyes. Each time he hammered his prick into her, he slid her a few inches along the rough ground.
But she was taking his fucking, even cooperating, giving her cunt to his marauding cock. He was going at her so prodigiously, he had her ass rolled high in the air and was driving his cock down into her. She could see the upper cleavage between the cheeks of his humping, bucking butt.
Clemson buried his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder. He began punching into her so erratically, she looped both arms around his neck, keeping him steady in the wide V of her trembling thighs.
She heard soft mewling sounds and slowly realized they were fluttering from her open, gasping mouth. Beyond his sweaty shoulder, she could see her dust-caked feet dancing against his heaving buttocks as his strokes became erratic short punchings of his prick into her writhing twat.
"What's--the--matter?" she whined peevishly as he socked it deep into her, grinding his hairy groin against her mound. Then she grew deliciously dizzy as she seemed flooded with a torrid spewing.
"I just cum a gallon of jizz in ya," Clemson panted, rubbing his hairy belly to her smooth tummy.
Jody let her arms fall away as he cased from her. "Oooh," she chirped sulkily as he pulled from her like a cork. And she glared after him as he strode away.
She lay in the dirt for several minutes, feeling filthy, his semen oozing out of her like a hot, slimy worm crawling from her gaping pussy, down through the crack of her ass. I hate you, Clemson. I'll kill you.
Then she smelled food cooking and clambered weakly to her feet. She cowered into the bus, his jizz crawling down her inner thighs. "Can I take a shower?"
"Water's on. You got sixty seconds. You can dry in the sun," he said, turning hamburger patties in an iron skillet.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jody showered as quickly as she could, almost crying out from the sting of the shower spray against the skin scrapes on her shoulders and back and the rawness created by the tennis racket he had whipped against her bare butt.
The aroma of food created a gnawing in her stomach as her feeling of famishment increased. Timidly, she left the small bathroom and slipped forward, she sidled past him at the stove where he was scooping food onto two plates. She no longer made an effort to shield her breasts and crotch from his eyes.
He turned with a plate and a spoon. She took it eagerly. "You have to eat," Clemson said tersely. And he handed her an icy bottle of beer. She passed him and went to stand in the doorway of the bus so the sun could fall on her wet body. She spooned her mouth full of hamburger, potato salad, green beans and a big bite of rye bread.
She chewed with open-mouthed greediness and gulped at the beer with gurgling sloshes and eyed him absently as he slumped into the driver's seat, the plate on his bare legs, nestled against genitals basketed by clean-white jockey shorts.
"This is the life," Clemson mumbled with food in his mouth.
She spooned the remainder of her ration into her mouth, padded to the refrigerator as ordered, setting her plate in the dinky sink.
"I just find it hard to believe," Clemson said idly as they faced each other, sipping the fresh beers, "that you lived with old Fletcher since you were five and he never diddled and doodled around with you."
She glared at him briefly. "Clemson, you are depraved," she said huskily.
He laughed loudly, choking slightly on a swallow of beer and brushed away foam as it cascaded onto his thighs and shorts.
But her mind was chilled as she watched his hand still brushing his shorts, fingers rubbing at the rubbery nodules of his testes and the bent length of his phallus. How could she help but give him his pleasure?
"The beer good?"
She nodded. "Yes. I've been awfully thirsty and hungry."
"Behave and you'll have plenty to eat and drink," Clemson nodded, handing her his empty plate and she put ii with hers in the sink. "Sorry I got mad and sort of mangled your butt cheeks," he murmured. "Do they hurt? They'll be okay tomorrow. Just don't lie on your back." His coarse laughter provoked instant loathing and dread in her.
"Don't lie on your back--unless I'm between your creamy legs and hold your hot little ass up in the air," he laughed and choked and sputtered as he gulped the beer.
"I know we're in Nevada," Jody said softly. "Where are you taking me from here?"
"Shit. Don't stew about it."
"Why?" Jody felt tears about to surface.
For a moment, she was fearful he was about to lunge at her. There was a tensing in him from his feet to the cords in his lean neck. Slowly, he relaxed and the iciness melted in his pale eyes. The muscles along his angular jaw stopped working.
"There are some men--scattered from Florida to Maine, let's say--who just can't afford to have you play in that Vegas meet. They gotta lay off some, bets they took on before you sort of blossomed into the gal to beat."
Jody turned her back to him so the sun could caress her proud breast cones, her tummy and the fronts of her legs. She nestled the cold, wet bottle between her breasts, not caring that Clemson could ogle her buttocks, the tight crease that separated the two, tender loaves.
"There is no guarantee I could or would win," she said slowly. "All the best players in the world will be there. If I said I'd be sure not to win wouldn't you take me to the closest town, give me my clothes and leave me and stop torturing me?"
"Baby, the way you fucked me back out there on the ground, I don't think I'm torturing you," Clemson chuckled. "You shook your fancy little butt really good and coiled your cunny milkers around Clemson's big fuck teat."
She sensed a hot, red flush from her navel to her forehead.
"Baby, I'm getting paid to make sure you're out of that tourney. Ten Gs I think I told you. And they made it positive, I was to kill you, if necessary."
Jody trembled violently, suddenly sick, thinking she was about to vomit what she had eaten and drunk onto the arid desert floor.
"Did they also tell you to rape and beat me?" she demanded hotly, tears flowing from her eyes. Suddenly, she was pitched through the doorway, landing on her knees, toppling forward into the dirt as he kicked her violently in the rear.
"Goddamn you, you proud little slut!" he screamed at her. Then he gained a semblance of control. "That was my goddamned, fuckin' idea. Why not? If they don't care if I cut yer throat or get that little thirty-two out and coop de grass you and bury you under a clump of sagebrush, why shouldn't I treat and use you as a woman?"
Jody lifted herself painfully and gingerly, gently brushed dust and sand from her breasts, her belly and thighs. Daylight was wilting in what she calculated was west, yet it would linger for hours. She was awed by a peculiar fragmenting of her thoughts. Why was she able to admire the colorations and incredibly beautiful shadings of the desert and at the same time feel such loss and despair?
"You don't eat another bite, or drink another drop 'til you make some sign of being civil," Clemson snarled at her. "Now get that bottle and hustle your pert little fanny back inside."
Trembling with fury and hate and frustration, Jody picked up the bottle. She knuckled tears from her eyes, brushed dirt from the neck of the bottle and looked at what had remained of the beer--shaken to foam--in the bottle. Before turning to face him, she let it trickle into her mouth, swished it around with her tongue and swallowed.
As she climbed back into the motor home, she tolerated his lecherous hands fondling and pinching her breasts, shuffled by him and retreated to the back.
She closed the door silently, crawled onto the bed and curled up on her left side, knees nudging the soft lower slopes of her breasts, heels against the undersides of her feverish buttocks.
So her kidnapping wasn't just a whim of a depraved man, she mused, welcoming a warm and languorous sense of exhaustion and uneasy serenity of being alone, in semi-darkness that was sleep-inducing. She just couldn't understand what he had said, about sinister, faceless men who would invite murder to keep her from playing in a tennis tournament.
Her eyes closed slowly and she shuddered with the relief of relaxing, even as her mind toyed dreamily with what he had said about cutting her throat or shooting her. Her eyelids popped open momentarily. He had a gun on the bus. Her heart bounced wildly.
Not with the terror and panic he would kill her, but that she would kill him, if she could find the gun.
Jody awoke with two sensations in darkness so opaque it was almost smothering. One she recognized instantly. It was travel motion. Clemson was wheeling the heavy vehicle over rough, unsurfaced road.
Doesn't he ever sleep, she wondered peevishly at having been disturbed. He must, she mused. Probably in that curtained off area to the rear of the galley.
The other sensation was more elusive to define. Vaguely, she remembered something akin to it when she was fourteen--with her Uncle Fletcher. She scowled in the darkness. Why was Clemson apparently obsessed with the idea she and her uncle had engaged in sex? As she considered it, a slow flush of warmth suffused her body, adding to the uncomfortable sensation. A feeling of torrid hollowness. She pinched her thighs together over the aching, burning between her legs and sensed a hot stickiness.
She wanted a drink, desperately. Even beer would be good. And she yearned to get up and walk around and dispel the itching torment that she definitely associated with one night with her uncle. Shame flickered through her mind, but she didn't fight to erase the thought.
Jody was only casually aware of her right leg lifting, of a hand groping for her torment, palm and fingers spading between her legs, cupping over the kinky thatch of pubic growth. What had happened seemed so long ago and had come about so naturally, easily--and Uncle Fletcher had never let it happen again.
Fingers pressed and needled at the firm flaps of sensitive flesh that shielded the molten sensation deep in her innards. She writhed and kicked her right leg out straight. A finger parted the flaps and slid into the hot, moist little trench. Jody stiffened, flung her head back. "Oh-oh-oh-uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted as the tip of the finger graded across the dainty node in the very upper pinch of her vulva. Sweet, exotic nuances seemed to scamper through her loins and she hastily withdrew her hand and clamped her quivering thighs together.
In the heavy darkness she could see her uncle's face, gaunt and troubled--an afterwards expression. She opened her eyes as wide as she could. She had won her first major tournament in Washington State--after nine hours of either on the court of at courtside, in a blistering sun.
She had sustained a severe heat rash--a blistering--so severe she cried from the sting of the shower. But she hadn't complained, not then, in order not to dampen her uncle's excitement and enthusiasm and pride in her accomplishment. And, in their quiet celebration at their quarters in an Olympia motel, she had quaffed beer-for-beer with him.
But the misery had persisted and she finally, haltingly, mentioned it to him. At fourteen, before her uncle, modesty hadn't been a dominant trait.
She hesitated only briefly before reaching up under the miniskirt, hooking thumbs in the waistband of the bikini panties and lowering them to the knees. She turned her back to him, bent forward and exposed her bottom, spreading her feet.
Fletcher whistled softly, touched the upper crowns of her buttocks tentatively. Then his touch was more firm as his fingers spread the crease between the buns. "Oh, baby, you're all rashed from the heat. You this way in your privates area?"
Jody leaned far forward so he could inspect the inner planes of her thighs, thinking nothing of letting him see her little female pouch. He whistled again. "You really have a jim-dandy heat rash. I think some cold cream will give you some relief. I'll call a drug store and have them deliver some better medicine. You got some on your dresser next door?"
She giggled softly as he patted the stretched half-moons. "In that big plastic jar that looks like it's made of marble. But it's really just plastic. I can get it."
"Never you mind," Fletcher disputed, again swatting her bare bottom affectionately. "I'll get it. You just wait here."
"I'm not going anywhere with my panties down and my butt shining," she quipped. While he was gone she removed her frail skivvies, not wanting to get the greasy ointment in them. Then she relaxed on the floor, on her knees and elbows, waiting for him.
"Looks like you're prepared and waiting for something," Fletcher said when he returned, standing over her and staring at her.
She giggled, peered up at him impishly. Unaccountably for her, daring and boldness and excitement rippled through her. "Yep, you're right. I'm waiting for you to fix my fanny." And she waggled her posterior invitingly.
"You can apply this stuff as well as I can," Fletcher said doubtfully.
"Naw, you do it for me," Jody winked. "I think I drank just enough beer to miss some spots."
She stared back over her shoulder as he sank to his knees between her out-spread calves. When he hesitated, she reached back to haul the short skirt up around her waist, presenting her teen-age rear end. She saw him tug at the bermuda shorts he wore, but wasn't aware of the temptation she posed for him, that he was aroused and that he, too, had drunk enough beer not to be deterred from normal sexual stimulus.
She heard the removal of the cold cream jar lid. She held her body steady as he plopped a large glob of the ointment in the upper beginning of the deep crevice between the firm loves.
"Oooooo, yesssssss," she purred as his fingers spread the cool grease down through her anal crack, smearing ii over the angry, rash.
"Just like spreading butter on toast," he joked.
She sensed nervous agitation in the movement of his fingers as they swabbed at the insides of her legs, actually raked the tough little purse that dangled provocatively from her groin area. She stifled a sigh of satisfaction as one of his fingers slipped into it, parted the thick young lips and probed and gouged into the nifty little rut.
An exciting, erotic delight flamed deep inside her and she choked off her voice--fearful it would halt the ministerings of his finger that was wiggling back and forth in her little sex-trough. She was conscious of her bottom beginning to rotate and invite his finger in her very hot, sensitive place.
Tentatively, she said, "Maybe I should turn over and lie on my back on the floor?"
His answer was delayed briefly, then came abruptly and with effort, "No. No, I don't think you better do that, Jody."
Very cautiously, she bent her head downward, removing her cheek from a forearm so she could peer back under her and could watch her flesh being manipulated by his finger. Nerves screamed with delicious pleasure when he provoked sharp stabs of electricity when he rasped a small area in the upper dent of her little pouch.
"That's really good," she said softly, tingling all over as his thumb rubbed firmly against her hot, itching anus. When he hesitated, she was afraid she had discouraged him and he would stop.
But she saw and felt his hand resume the massaging motion, finger working in her vulva, thumb becoming more aggressive on the torrid pucker of the rear entry.
Her breath caught in anxiety and anticipation as she distinctly heard the sound of a zipper. It was shadowy beneath her nerve-fluttery tummy, but she could see her uncle pushing his shorts down to his knees. His dangling sex appendages were fascinating and slightly unnerving at the same time. Idly, she wondered where the rest of him was. Then she knew as she felt a warm firmness placed upward through the deep vale between the cheeks of her twitching butt.
She held herself unmoving as she focused all her senses on the fleshy contact. Her mind seemed giddy as he moved, pressing himself snugly against her. "Want me to turn over and lie on my back?" she whispered, astonished by her boldness.
Her uncle didn't reply, but she could hear the harsh rasp of his breathing. He brushed the dress far up from her hips, up to her shoulders and his hands caressed smoothly from her hips, up her flanks, over her ribs to cup in under the dress and around her heaving breasts.
She lifted her bottom as high as she could as he began moving, sawing his fully erect penis up and down through her butt crease. She sighed softly with pleasure at the firm, slick rub of his hot meat over her pinched butt hole.
She was no dummy. She knew he was not "screwing" her, but this was a form of masturbation. And she dully knew she liked the pleasurable slide of his peter in her crack, the swing of his massive balls up against her tingling hot pouch.
His hands slid back to bowl around the flare of her hips to hold her firmly, steady her as he stroked his cock through her hairless ass wrinkle. His hands slid around the sides of her cheeks and pressed them inward, around his rapidly sliding bone.
"Ooooohhh, Jody," he whined, humping and hunching wildly, fucking his long, thick cock between her ass cheeks. She could feel the pulsings in the thick, hard barrel as he increased the length of the wild strokings. Then his cock-head slid down her crack, over her asshole, plowed through the dainty gash and plopped against her bare belly.
Awed, she watched the massive, blood-gorged plum spew its white mucous all over her tummy and brassiered bosom. Instinctively, she moved her knees together, pressing her thighs against his hot, vibrating meat and he fucked out the balance of his pleasure between her legs.
She stretched out straight on the floor, let him pull her dress down and go to the bathroom before attempting to rise. When he returned, she had swabbed away his jizz with a Kleenex and was sitting in a chair, sipping a beer.
Uncle Fletcher had never touched her again. But Jody wondered whether she could answer Bert Clemson honestly--if she were inclined--that her uncle and she had never done anything sexually.
The bus stopped, then swung ponderously to the right and the ride was smoother. Jody quickly drifted back to sleep, certain they were again on pavement.
But where?
CHAPTER FIVE
Sometime toward morning, Jody was vaguely aware that the bus had stopped. She heard obscure voices and activity around the vehicle. Sleepily, she surmised Clemson had made a fuel stop. Somewhere.
When she finally awakened, it was full daylight. She licked at her dry lips with a rancid taste in her mouth and so thirsty she was on the brink of begging for water. Painfully, she slipped from the bed and tried the door, surprised it was unlocked. For a time, she debated going forward and doing whatever she had to for a drink. But it had been hours and hours since Clemson had taken her and she vowed to forestall another assault as long as she could.
She silently pushed the door to until the latch caught and returned to the bed. She tossed and turned impatiently for awhile, then sat up in the middle of the bed, Indian-fashion. She lay back down and tried to sleep, but there was no relief in that. Peevishly, she sat up and scooted into a back corner, knees drawn up under her chin, shins against the firm rubberiness of her breasts--and pouted.
Gradually, she began to realize that boredom was becoming a factor in her discontent. She was appalled by the turn of thought that it would be better to be up front with Clemson, having him ogle her nudity, than to be cooped up alone in the back of the bus.
"I don't need his company," she whispered defiantly. "All my life I've done without a lot of people around." She stared across her knees into the dimness. Then weeping came quickly, unbidden.
Great shudders shook her body and she sobbed convulsively. It was true, and the more she thought about it, it hurt more than it ever had. In school she was tolerated by others--up to a point. But her instincts to excel, to win always turned off others.
Once, when a group had gone far up the Spokane River on an outing, someone had suggested they all go shinny dipping. The air was charged with daring, excitement and boldness, but no one took the first step.
And she had blurted, "Heck, I will," and had stood up and begun to remove her blouse. There was an awkward silence and everyone sat around for several minutes, unmoving, not talking.
Finally, one of the boys had said he thought it would be a good idea to go back to Spokane, have a malt, a burger and some fries. So, they trouped back into the cars and headed for a drive-in.
Eventually, Jody found herself sitting at me at an outside picnic table when the others had drifted away, forming new groups. She had walked home and Uncle Fletcher had suggested a quickie fishing jaunt. When they passed the picnic area, she had seen a group of kids in the water, splashing and yelling, swimming naked. And she had cried softly for hours and she presumed her silent Uncle Fletcher had attributed her tears to her being a woman or it was her "time of the month".
Jody unwound her arms from her shins and stretched her legs out straight. She rubbed away the tears with fingertips and shuffled from the bed. She paused at the door for a minute, then opened it, tiptoeing timidly forward.
"Hey, my little split-tail woke up," Clemson greeted.
She stopped in the galley, a hand resting on the drainboard beside the sink, studying his pale eyes in the rearview mirror. "Clemson, I'm awfully thirsty. I want a drink of water."
"You know what I told you about water and food and being civil," he said sternly.
Jody swallowed against a lump of anger and frustration, hating herself for turning subservient. "I'm not yelling at you, Clemson. Let me have a drink? Please?"
"Hah, Baby, you are learning, I do believe," he chuckled, his eyes intent on her nude body, via the mirror. "Did you wake up when I stopped awhile back? I got us two-hundred gals of diesel and we can mobile for at least a thousand miles. I replenished our water supply so you can take another quickie shower tonight."
Jody vowed to drink the shower. She hadn't thought of it the first time, being intent on cleaning her body. "May I have a drink of water?"
"It's about ten o'clock," he said. "You can bring a pair of brews from the frig."
"I want water," she whimpered. "And where are we?"
"Go to hell!" Clemson snarled. "Get your ass back in yer cell, if you can't take what I offer you and be grateful."
Tears flooded her eyes and she turned slowly, slouched to the rear and shut the door behind her.
She nearly lost her balance as the vehicle stopped suddenly. She heard Clemson slam the refrigerator door hard and knew he had stopped only to get himself a bottle of beer.
She had no sense of direction, but from a brief glimpse of the sun, she calculated they were traveling in a northerly direction. And what she had seen of the landscape, they were still in desert country. She threw herself onto the bed, face down, and wept softly.
Then music was piped to the rear compartment and Clemson was dial-hopping. Probably looking for his lousy hillbilly music, Jody mused. But even that would have a consoling value, she admitted.
She heard a number of station call letters: KSL, KFI, KGEM. But none of them gave her any hint of their location. In about half an hour, Clemson stopped again. And Jody guessed he was after another beer.
The record ended and an announcer came on with a fragment of news and sports. "There is some doubt about the tennis tournament scheduled at Las Vegas," he said. "Word has been leaked about the investigation of a gambling clique and the matches may be called off. This shouldn't perturb the latest sensation in the women's field, though. Miss Jody Freeman indicated in Los Angeles she may pass up the meet. She is believed to be on an extended vacation. Somewhere. No one has heard from her and her uncle is still in Eu--" And Clemson shut off the radio.
Jody lay listening, disappointed that he had doused her only sense of companionship. Suddenly, she grew frightened as Clemson began cursing wildly. "What the hell is going on?" he yelled. "If anything gets fucked up and those guys don't pay me the rest of my dough--what the hell'll I do? I can't hang onto this little cunt forever."
She writhed disconsolately on the hard bed. Somewhere. The announcer had said she was on vacation somewhere. He knew as much about the "somewhere" as she did. And not even the devil would classify this as a vacation.
And his remark about her had an ominous, frightening sound. Would he kill her? Jody shivered, aware of goose bumps all over her bare body. Her thoughts were sober and honest. In spite of everything--the situation with Clemson and his attacks--she wanted to live.
And she thought desperately that she must escape--even if she didn't get a chance to kill her kidnaper. Somberly, she began to wonder just where the gun was he had mentioned. And if she would get a chance to look for it. Where would he keep it? Under his pillow? Probably not. And there were so many places on the Winnebago where he could store it. But if she had it, she reasoned, she could make him give her her clothes and she could get away.
She thought again about the splash of news on the radio, but just couldn't fathom its implications. But one thing was clear: From Clemson's reaction to it, she knew she would have to be very careful with him. Violence seethed within him.
Wilted with depression, Jody left the bed and stepped into the bathroom. Gloomily, she lifted the lid and sat down. Shudders of humiliation rippled through her and she cursed him mentally. She couldn't even wash her hands. She braced herself against the tiny washbasin and peered at her haggard face in the small mirror, appalled by the sunken eyes, tangled hair and the sandy, dry texture of the skin on the crowns of her breasts. She knew that, soon, she would have to venture forward and face the scorn of triumph of Bert Clemson.
She turned from the mirror and stared at the rumpled towel he had used. She picked it up distastefully and shook it out. As best she could, she draped it around her nakedness and stepped out of the bathroom. Slowly, she opened the door and eased her way forward.
His eyes danced to the rear view mirror, but he didn't speak until she slipped into the off-driver's seat. "Feel like apologizin'?"
"I'm sorry, Clemson," Jody said grudgingly. "But I'm really thirsty. And if you won't let me have some water, I'd appreciate the beer."
She lowered her head and stared at her naked thighs, tugged the end of the towel more securely across her lap, blocking his gaze from her genital area.
"Get a couple of bottles," he said tersely.
She popped the tops at the drainboard and weaved back to her seat. He took the bottle she offered and said sharply, "Sit on the floor."
"Why?"
"Sit, you little sex-slut!" he screamed. And she quickly dropped to the floor in the narrow runway. Then she knew why. He didn't want her to see a highway sign or mileage marker and know where they were. Because, in seconds, he said, "Okay, now, you can climb back in the seat."
She held the towel in place with an arm folded under her breasts and gulped the beer greedily. "Was that woman who brought me that drink in the locker room in Los Angeles in this with you?
Did she help you drug the drink?"
She watched him shake his head. "Just me. She just got the order from the bar and took it back to you. Hey, there's some antelope!"
She followed the pointing of his arm. There were lots of antelope in Wyoming. But they hadn't traveled that far. But Oregon and part of Idaho had antelope. This, she reasoned, must be Oregon.
She stared straight ahead, aware of Clemson's eyes darting to the crossed clench of her thighs. Far in the distance, heat devils dancing above the asphalt, she saw a rectangular sign on a roadside post.
"On the floor again," Clemson said flatly. And she complied quickly. She calculated how long it would take to reach and pass the sign. And a second or two afterwards, Clemson motioned for her to get back in the seat.
"I'm really lucky, Jody," Clemson said, an unfamiliar hint of humility in his tone. "You're a beautiful gal--kind of a goddess with your honey-gold hair and young body. Tightest little pecker tunnel I ever excavated. And you could be a terrific fuck, if you'd just let yourself go and enjoy pecker in your pussy."
She knew she should have bitten her tongue and remained silent, but hatred and contempt for him choked at her heart, "I guess I'm supposed to thank you for that?"
"You snotty little bitch," he yelled at her.
"What the hell," she shrieked back. "The worst you can do to me is kill me."
His laughter, bitter and frightening, chilled her. "I can show you how wrong you are. I will--when I see the chance."
Feeling desperate and panicky--, she slumped in the seat, not caring the towel was falling away and her breasts sloped free for his gloating gaze, that he could explore the proud little Venus mound pooched upward from the taut Vee of her crossed thighs. Yes, she thought drearily, he could probably contrive a thousand degradations for her--before he killed her--if that was what he had planned.
"Get some more beer," he said harshly.
"And I'm hungry," Jody tried a placating tone as she handed him the fresh bottle.
"Good," he nodded, swilling the beer, "I got a hotdog for you to chaw on." And he rubbed a long palm through his crotch to assure she didn't miss his meaning.
And she felt a quick, roiling sickness in her belly and guts.. She had heard talk about such things and once had seen a magazine with pictures. She fought to keep from vomiting the beer that seemed to gurgle in her empty stomach.
"Let me know when you get hungry enough," Clemson gloated, again rubbing his twitching genitals.
"Never," Jody choked.
"We'll see," Clemson challenged.
"You know darned well," she hurled at him, "a woman isn't any good for anything, even sex, if she's being starved."
"You're nuts," he chuckled. "Sometimes a gal puts out the best when she knows it will get her something she wants or needs really bad."
Jody studied his lean face in the mirror and she wondered that what he said wasn't true. Was the instinct to survive so strong that women would do such depraved and disgusting things. Would she debase herself to that extent when she got hungry enough? Fleetingly, she thought that if he offered to stop the bus and fix breakfast or something she wouldn't pose any objection to his screwing her again. She couldn't stop him--so, she wouldn't fight him. Not for a good meal. But? Would she--what was the vulgar term?--go down on him?
She struggled to swallow a mouthful of beer against the involuntary urge to regurgitate. Realizing her eyes brimmed with a pitiful appeal, she croaked, "Clemson, please stop somewhere and let me out. I think I'm gonna throw up."
"Just hold onto your guts," he said solemnly. "It ain't all that bad. Really. Just kind of block the idea from your mind at the start. Really. Sucking off a guy's cock ain't so terrible. All the women I ever knew get around to enjoying blowing a man's meat flute. And I might eat out your pussy--if we can ever get down to mutual cooperation."
She was about to taunt him with her loathing about not understanding how any woman could willingly let him do it to her, let alone take his hideous penis in her mouth. But she could see violence tormenting him and kept silent.
Maybe an hour later, Clemson wheeled the motorhome into a turnout. Awed, Jody let the towel fall from her nudity to the floor as she left the seat to stand at the huge windshield to stare at the great, broad valley that stretched to the haze of distance and a range of mountains that reared dream-like perhaps two-hundred miles to what to her was the northeast.
"Oh, God, that's beautiful," she breathed, her eyes devouring the splendor of pale purples and greens and yellows that seemed framed by the pale, unmarred summer sky.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Clemson agreed and she glanced over her left shoulder at him studying a map. "Like fish? I think we'll take a little detour to an isolated stretch of river I learned about when I worked on a ranch up in this country a few years ago."
Jody didn't answer, but continued admiring the far-away scene and digesting the first intimate knowledge about Bert Clemson. She heard him refolding the map, then tensed as she felt a huge palm caressing the sleek roundness of her butt. She didn't recoil, but flinched inwardly, letting him run his hand up between her legs to finger at her puffy labia and nudging at her anus.
"Please don't," she said plaintively. And was grateful when he took his hand away after spanking her ass cheeks gently.
"You can watch for a few more miles," Clemson said, "then you'll have to crawl back in yer hole."
"All right," she said obediently. And a short time later, she headed to the rear., "Take a couple of beers, if you want," Clemson called cheerily.
CHAPTER SIX
Jody sat impatiently in the middle of the bed, wishing she had remembered to bring the towel. She sipped the beer and listened to exterior sounds, knowing they were passing through some small town. The beer had its plus effect, allaying the pangs of hunger.
By the time she had started on the second bottle, the vehicle slowed, then veered to the right, weaved and tilted drunkenly as Clemson steered it onto an unimproved road. "He's going to find that river," Jody murmured, licking foam from her lips and brushing it from the crowns of her breasts where it had sloshed when she was pitched about by the sway of the Winnebago.
She squinted down through the wide valley between her fleshy cones at the profuse pubic growth and frowned. "I can't stop him from using his ugly thing in me, but he can't make me do that other to him," she whispered hoarsely, surprised by the tone of doubt in her voice.
Dully, a dog barked and she surmised they were passing a farm house and the dog, in its rural boredom, chased cars. For a moment, the frail light grew even less and she visualized the sun obscured briefly by a cloud.
She finished the second beer and felt giddy and was imbued with impatience. She clutched the two bottles by the necks and tentatively opened the door. "Clemson? Can I come forward now?"
"Yeah, and bring me a beer, you cute poontang," he called.
And Jody frowned at his unfamiliar, easy-going tone. The beer he had been drinking was having an intoxicating effect on him. And she didn't know whether to expect him to be amiable or ruthless. She left the empty bottles in the sink and took two fresh ones from the refrigerator.
"Yeah, gal," he grinned, his eyes flicking from her bobbing breasts to her slender waist to the hair-fringed pubic area as he took the beer. "You know, I'm gettin' starch back in the fun machine. How's yer oven? All heated up and ready to bake?"
She ignored his lewdness, picked up the towel, draped it around her and settled into the seat to watch the passing scenery. It was indiscernible, but she could tell they were climbing by the way the powerful engine labored. Then Clemson shifted down and the vehicle seemed to lunge forward to an obvious crest and he shifted up again as the huge van raced into a long curve of the dusty gravel road that was laid beside a placid river that wound among aspen and a sprinkling of conifers.
He pointed through the windshield. "We're headed 'way back in there. Be where I have in mind before dark."
And Jody stared upward and into the distance at the dizzying humps of mountains. Timber was sparse, but they were heavily bearded with brush. "Lot of silver mined here in the late 1800s," Clemson said agreeably.
Jody thought this must be Idaho. But she merely nodded and said nothing.
Deep in the mountains, where the river had dwindled to twenty feet side, Clemson found a level area and backed and jockeyed the bus into a cluster of trees, not far from the water's edge.
"Best thing about a rig like this," he grinned, "is that when you get where you're goin', you don't have to make camp or go through the rigmarole of breaking it."
Jody stood, peering at the beauty and isolation. "Can I get out?"
He flourished a hand at the door and she stepped out, circled the bus, heading for the river. She found a place with a spattering of sharp prints of deer, stretched out prone and used her hands to cup water. And she drank with loud slurps until she thought she was about to be ill. Then she reared back, resting on her toes and knees, heels denting the smooth rubberiness of her buttocks.
Faraway there was a rolling discontent of thunder and she turned her face upward, eyes squinting at the dark clouds that seemed to be folding together. "We may get a shower," Clemson chirped, rounding the bus with two tall, frosty glasses. "I made you a tall, stiff screwdriver," he said.
She scowled at him, then looked back at the darkening sky. "I don't want any liquor," she said, trying to be inoffensive. "I don't want to get drunk. I want something to eat."
"You'll drink this and be goddamned glad," he said harshly, yet she didn't detect an immediate threat of his earlier meanness. And she took the glass, tasted it and shuddered. I can't help it, she thought, he's going to make me get drunk.
"Maybe everything all around will be better for you, if you are bowlegged drunk," he said softly, as if he had read her thoughts.
"Please don't bother me anymore," she said pleadingly, unable to keep dread and disgust and fear from showing in her eyes. She saw the hardening of him--in his eyes and the muscles along the jaw ridges. "I mean," she said haltingly, "not now, not this evening and tonight."
His eyes on her were contemplative and Jody checked the draping of the towel over her nudity. There was a closer roll of thunder that throbbed through the deep canyon. When he took a couple of tentative steps toward her, she backed away and raised the glass to her lips.
Thinking to deter him, she turned toward the river. "Did you say there are fish in this river? A mess of fish would be dandy for supper."
"Trout and a few bass and crappie farther down," Clemson nodded. "You fish another pair of drinks and I'll get out some tackle."
Jody hesitated until he opened one of the storage compartments, then picked up his glass from a dead stump and picked her barefoot way to the door of the Winnebago. She considered loading his drink only, but decided he was obtuse enough to swap drinks with her and she would be getting drunk and he would be on orange juice. So she added ample amounts of vodka to both glasses.
When she returned, Clemson had two gutted trout lying on a wet mat of grass and was teasing and dancing a fly across the dark, placid water. Momentarily forgetting the situation, she knelt to inspect the firm, plump fish. "Oh, nice ones," she chirped.
"You betcha," Clemson murmured, setting the tiny hook again. "Stick around with me and you'll discover fuckin' ain't the only thing I do real good."
Instant tears fuzzed her vision and she dropped the trout she had been holding. She set his drink in a secure place and watched him land another trout. "Browns," Clemson muttered.
She stared gloomily across the river and was tempted to rail at him for destroying even her smallest moments of her enthusiasm. But kept silent, figuring he would probably turn hard-shell, hit her or kick her. "Your drink," she murmured, "you'll spill it."
He quickly field-dressed the trout, whipped the fly far out and squatted to pick up his drink. "You load mine and short yours?"
Without meeting his narrowed eyes, she shook her head. "If you think I lie, I'll trade you," she snapped.
"Okay, okay," Clemson said placatingly.
The air cooled suddenly and the first smattering of raindrops scampered about them. "Want to get one more 'fore that black cloud begins pissing all over us."
Jody frowned. "I think I'll stand out in it."
"Better not," Clemson said solemnly, "these summer storms are often chaperoned by lightning and you could get toasted and your pussy bush would get singed. I never did hanker to eat cooked cunt. I like my meat raw."
To accent Clemson's warning, a bolt exploded like a bomb some distance to the west, in the direction from which they arrived. Ominous thunder rolled, it grew darker and Jody thought the entire area cowered as a jagged gash of fire speared toward the earth to the southwest with a forbidding crash.
"To hell with another trout," Clemson whistled.
"Take my glass and hightail your butt inside while I bring the fish. We'll split the third one."
She huddled in the passenger seat and watched Clemson season the fish, roll them in cornmeal and lay them in a skillet of hot grease. He poured frozen french fries into another skillet and pushed a tray of prepared biscuits into the small oven.
"Head of lettuce in the frig," Clemson said. "Get rid of them goddamned towel and make us a couple of salads."
Jody hesitated only a moment, then tugged away the towel and took salad ingredients from the refrigerator. "A real feast," she chirped with genuine happiness.
She cringed inwardly as Clemson turned toward her. "Yeah," he muttered. "I decided to give you a good feed and see how grateful you are-afterwards." Despite his hand caressing the full, firm roundness of her buttocks, stroking her slender back, she continued tearing the lettuce with her fingers. But when he palmed her right breast and agitated thumb and forefinger over the nipple, she shrugged away from him. "Don't," she pleaded. "Don't spoil everything."
"Jody-honey, you got such a beautiful body, I can't hardly keep my hands off you," he chuckled, running fingers into the tensed crease of her ass.
"Please don't," she whined, adding dressing to the lettuce in two small dishes. "And could I have some clothes?"
His hard, flat hand smacked painfully against the half-moons of her bottom and she gasped. "Will you shuuuuut UP about clothes?" Clemson snarled, voice shrill and threatening.
"Will you?"
She peered at him sideways. "All right, Clemson.
I'm shut up." She struggled against a surge of tears and considered fleeing to the sleeping compartment in back, but her hunger was too tormenting and she remained.
As they ate, wind gusted up the canyon, gently buffering the bus broadside, flailing rain against it like wire brushes on a drum.
In spite of her famished feeling, Jody ate slowly savoring the juicy trout, crisp fries, tangy salad and half a dozen biscuits dripping with margarine. She ignored Clemson with her eyes as he put his things in the sink, but she was keenly, nervously aware of his stalking about in the narrow confines of the vehicle, fingers toying with the buckle of his belt.
At last she was finished and grudgingly let Clemson take her plate and salad dish. She turned away from him to stare at the angry rain. "That was good--very good, Clemson," she said timidly, stomach churning as she sensed his stopping beside her.
Unmistakably, she heard the softy whir of a zipper parting. Dread and revulsion gnawed in her mind and her body was suffused with a sudden fever. "Please? Let's don't?" she heard her softly whining voice.
"Come on, look at me. Be sociable," Clemson said. His voice was soft, but carried dangerous tone.
In the window that was pelted with wind-driven rain, she studied the pale ghostliness of her face and his lanky frame. Resignedly, she turned to face him, standing at her elbow, feet spraddled. The fly of his pants gaped and she quickly read the shape of his husky gonads and the heavy welt down the left leg.
"We'll just let it storm and have ourselves a hot old time here in the bus," Clemson said, tone amiable and glutted with anticipation.
Jody tried meeting his eyes, hers pleading. But his were glazed with lust and there was a trickle of saliva at the corners of his thin lips.
"Reach in the basket and get a couple handsful of goodies," Clemson taunted her, pushing his crotch toward numbed face. She hesitated and he plopped a huge palm atop her head. Slowly, his fingers closed on a tangle of her light hair and pulled slowly until tingling pain needled her scalp. "I said treat yourself to some goodies. Now, reach in and get your hands full."
"Ooooouch, Clemson!"
And he tugged harder. "You'll look a goddamned fright, bald-headed on the tennis courts," he grated.
Tears of pain and helplessness and debasement trickled down her wan cheeks. As her stomach wretched, she extended a hand timidly. First, just the tips of her fingers grazed the flaps of the trouser fly. "Get yer fingers inside," Clemson encouraged-with a tweak of her hair. "Both hands--scoop inside."
Jody extended her other hand, wrists touching, fingers slipping into his shorts. There was the heavy coarseness of his body hair, the downward arch of his fleshy stump. She wiggled her fingers into his clothing, bent them down and stared unseeing at their movement in his pants.
She felt as though she was going to faint as her fingers traced along the length of his hot, twitching penis. He didn't have to speak. Fingers twisting her hair compelled her fingers to curl with distaste around his thick rubberiness that seemed to expand at her touch.
Sobs began lo shake her body as Clemson palmed her tits, fingers squeezing the dainty, dark nipples. Almost roughly, she grasped the thick barrel and pried and levered it through the slit of his shorts. Her hands dropped from it, but she couldn't loft her eyes from the blunt, dark glans and the slit in the tip.
"Come on!" Clemson yelled, pinching her nipples until she cried out. "Reach in and get my balls out, too. Treat them nuts good. They make the starchy jizz and recharge my battery so I can give you a good fuckin' every day."
At that moment, she wanted to die. But her heart pumped strong and fast and she eased her hands along the sides of his burgeoning prick, back into his clothes and lifted his massive balls out, into the open.
"Take 'hold of it and play with it and jack me off a little bit," Clemson wheedled, caressing and mauling her up-tilted cones. But Jody dropped her hands to her thighs, lowered her eyes and shook her head.
"Oh, goddamnit," Clemson cursed with disgust. "Come on." He seized her left arm and yanked her from the seat. His knee kicked into her right buttock. "Get to the back bed."
She felt rubbery and pliable and defeated as he eased her onto the bed. Shame assailed her mind and she folded an arm across her feverish bosom and splayed a hand over her crotch as she stiffened her legs together. But the pressure of her tensed thighs served only to increase the agitation that was roiling in her puffy, pouty vulva. Jody lifted her head and peered down toward her sex, where the tensing thighs had pooched the exterior folds of her vulva into view.
There was a tiny spire of flame kindling inside the thick sex lips. And her hard titties were like coals of fire and the tumescent nipples seemed to spark as her forearm brushed against them.
Helplessly, she peered up at Clemson, into his lustful face as he undressed hastily. His chest heaved. Her eyes were drawn downward over his hairy belly to the vast thicket of coarse hair from which his massive ugliness protruded.
Jody grimaced with loathing as she squinted at his hand cupping his ponderous balls and the other working the thick skin of the penis back and forth over the glans, forcing clear, sticky honey from the slit m the thick, red cork at the terminus of the rapidly elongating hunk of flesh.
A depraved fascination intruded on her mind as she watched him continue manipulating his hand on the thick, heavy shaft. The feeling dissipated quickly and she stared at him with contempt when he grunted, "I'm gonna get it as hard and as long as I can before I ram it in your snatch, pop the bottom of your well and fuck you."
A part of her mind recoiled from the vulgar sting of his words. "You're despicable," she spat. "This is so rotten and sordid--doing this." She kicked at him half-heartedly as he flopped her around cross-wise on the bed. He knelt between her parted knees and she quivered with anxiety and sighed heavily as his fingers traced up and down the inner planes of her thighs. She slapped at his hand as he pushed it from over her crotch and whimpered as he soaked a finger in her wet gash, poised the tip of it against the fleshy curtain to her sex cove.
"Oooohhhh," she sighed as he wriggled it in to the palm knuckle. "Still tight. You are a real snug cock-fit and a grinding fuck. This is what I like about your cunt," he panted hoarsely. "When your sphincters get to working, they just about make hamburger out of my round steak."
Jody's neck ached as she craned it to watch his carnal abuse. She moaned and her butt shook uncontrollably as he finger-fucked her.
"Goddamn," he cried jubilantly, "it's boiling in there." And he wiggled his finger deep in her cunny, feeling the firm crinkle of the vaginal walls. Her fists beat like dull drums against the mattress as she began losing control of herself. Her heels found the edge of the bed and her thighs fanned wider as her knees scissored upward. Her leg muscles tensed, pushing her sex-trough into his goading hand. "Want I should get in the saddle and make like a cowboy?" Clemson chuckled, voice high-pitched. Then he snorted and made mule like braying sounds. And all Jody could do was watch his flying hand with dazed eyes.
She could see his off-shoulder working and she knew he was goading his massive sex-spine--jacking off. "I'm gettin' it as hard as stone and almost hot enough to melt and 'bout a foot long. Wish you could see my balls--tennis balls--throb with horniness. What a hard-on I'm getting ready for your hot little cunny," he panted, finger-fucking her faster, goading her into rotating her pelvis and pussy on his skewering finger.
Despite her revulsion, her body responded in coital bumps and grinds that became more frenzied as he squished his finger in and out of her real fast. A sort of agony began to shudder through her and her body was filmed with perspiration. And a terrible panic seemed to send her mind racing toward madness. And she wanted him away from her.
Then she found her voice. "Screw me, you bastard and, OHHH, Christ..."
Clemson swizzled his finger in her viscous tunnel as he romped her into a shuddering climax. She was giddy and on the verge of swooning when Clemson cackled, "You had a helluva blow-off cum."
She felt a blessed relief as he left her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
But Clemson was only taking a break for a stiff drink. "Stay right there," he called, "keep your knees up and far apart and your puffed up pussy shining. I'll be right back."
Jody, head up, was almost hypnotized, a sickness in her guts as she watched him saunter back, masturbating slowly.
"If you'd suck me a little bit," he grinned lewdly. "That always brings a man all the way out and produces a full hard-on. And I love having a girl go down on me and blow my prick." Jody let her head fall back to the mattress and stared with despair at the ceiling. There was an uncanny, pleasant crawliness deep in her belly. "Ugh," she gasped, mustering honest revulsion. Yet, her mind toyed with the repulsive idea of having his big cock knob in her mouth and sucking on it.
He left off masturbating and sat on the edge of the bed, holding the glass of vodka in his left hand, forearm around her right leg, trapping the thigh and knee and calf against his chest. Her ass bucked involuntarily and her head bobbed up and she stared between her aching breasts--as best she could--as he deftly peeled the thick, hot lips of her pussy apart. "Aaaieeee," she gasped as he stroked his fingertip up and down her tingling furrow. Muscles in the smooth, taut cheeks of her ass trembled as he punched the clitoris. "Just calling the elevator to take you higher," he leered. Sweet spasms spread like electronic air waves through her pelvis. And she knew she had no defenses against him and he would send her higher. There was a heady, dizzy aura clouding her eyes and she gasped for breath.
"Eeeekkkkssss," she squealed as he tickled her rump with his fingers, just before spearing a finger into her again. It seemed to release a torrent of heat as he wormed it around, in deep. There was a degrading deliciousness churning in her tummy, a singing in her ears and a sharp twinge as muscles coiled around his plunging finger, gripping at it.
He laughed triumphantly and she hated him for ridiculing her. She flinched as a fingernail scratched her tender insides. But her tensed ass bucked and lurched. There was a clutching deep in her channel, an eagerness that humiliated her.
"Really juicy twat now," Clemson chortled. "But still a tight pussy."
Jody inhaled raggedly, helplessly aware that her crotch was gyrating coitally. "Get it done with," she screeched at him. His thumb nudged her itching anal pucker. "Huuuuurrrryyy," she tried to curve her pussy up to encourage his sexual assault, then leave her to her physical and mental torment.
"Baby, I'm gonna make you crave cock all the time for the rest of your life. And when you can't get it, you'll use a candle or a broomstick or your fingers--anything you can punch into your twat like a pecker."
Her eyes rolled, then focused on his leering face. "You are a depraved--depraved ..." she searched for words. A soft squeal gurgled from her throat as he fingered her cunt rapidly.
"Bastard?" Clemson suggested.
"Oh, no, no, no, no," she whined, unable to keep her fanny from shuddering and shaking and cooperating with his perverted finger-reaming of her seething vagina. "Get on with--fucking me. Put your thing in me and get done with it," she begged. A corner of her mind tormented her with the question of whether she was anxious for him to be done with tormenting her--or giving her relief, an enervation, aloneness so she could sleep.
His panting and gasping and snorting drew her attention. "Have a heart attack and die," she yelled, fists drumming the mattress. She squinted in the dim light to study him. She found she was morbidly fascinated by his sensually contorted features and glazed eyes. "God, Jody, I'm gonna teach you how to suck cock and I'll eat your snatch. I'm tempted to tongue-scoop your pussy right now, it smells so hot and delicious. Someday I'll show you how much fun it is to 69 to a climax before we get down to rock-and-sock fuckin'."
Her pussy lips were tormented and her inner muscles were a roiling agony. She sighed with apprehension as he withdrew his finger with a soft "pop", the sound like the uncorking of a bottle. He tossed her around lengthwise on the bed, dropped the empty glass to the floor and bounded between her defenseless thighs.
His arms prevented her updrawn legs from fanning together. "Ooooohhhh, God," she wailed as the fingers of both his hands seemed to delve into her vulva, spreading the outer and inner labia. "Jody, I wish you could see your cunt lips. They're all puffy and bloaty like--like--like slices of raw liver. Really blood red."
"You-are�disgusting," Jody groaned, not wanting to look at what he was doing to her. She lifted her head, wanting to shut her eyes, but staring, instead as she watched him grip his massive shaft and bend the monstrously ugly head of his cock into her slicked slot. Her anus fluttered as his hot knob sopped into her groove and plowed against her tingling clitoris.
"Aaaagggghhhh," she gasped, her butt bucking as he plied it up and down her hot trench, teasing it against the torrid entry to her cunt.
He chuckled softly, continuing to swab his long dong up and down through her furry purse. "You're torturing me," Jody complained plaintively, involuntarily trying to arch her sexually agitated groove to capture his spear.
Then Clemson stopped tantalizing her and adjusted his immense knob against the entry to her roiling pit. Jody tensed and her middle heaved upward as he prodded at her. "Uuuugggghhhh," she gurgled as he hunched his ass, thrusting his groin forward, popping the huge plum inside her frail body. Little needles akin to pain streaked outward from her vagina and exploded in her navel.
He seized her ankles against his shanks and pushed her feet and legs stiff, into the air. It lifted her bottom from the mattress, her feet back in line with her head and outflung arms. He positioned his knees against her flattened butt cheeks and humped roughly.
"Be gentle, be gentle. Don't hurt me," she pleaded. But he slammed it at her again. "Aaaaiiiieee! Daaaaaammmnn you," Jody screamed and thought she could hear as well as feel a ripping.
Slowly, a giddy euphoria swept over in a wave, replaced by a flood of intense heat that rocketed back and forth like a tidal wave, washing into her breasts, back down through her belly to rumble deep in her pussy and thunder through her raised thighs, causing her knees to tremble.
Jody felt that his huge, fat cock was hauling her outer cuntal lips into her chasm with it. The cork end of his dick grated against the cervix and erotic convulsions shivered all through her loins. "God, no," she pleaded.
When he hauled about six inches of his cock out of her, she squalled incoherently and her toes clenched. She gasped with an inhaling of breath as he plowed his prick back into her quivering cunt, her deep twat muscles contracting in snake-like crawliness. "Uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted as he smacked his prick to her, rasping past the cervix and hitting the bottom of her narrow, churning pit.
He looped her knees over his shoulders, bent forward, with his cock buried to the balls in her cunt and sucked his lips onto a turgid tittie point.
" Aaaaiiiiee ee! Oooohhhhhh! OOO-OHHHHHHH!" Jody panted, strangely enthralled with the sensation of his prick pistoning in and out of her cunt. "OoooWeeeeee!" she howled, her fanny hunching, up-fucking to meet his powerful, lustful thrusts.
Suddenly, his dong drummed into her passion-gorged cunt. She writhed as she felt him reach back and under, pushing his big, swaying balls out of the way and obscenely reamed his big finger into her asshole.
"Yeeeoooowwwww!" Jody screamed and her hips lurched from the double penetration. Dazzling lights flashed behind her eyelids and sparks danced through her body as he chewed on her hot, tumescent titties and slammed his meat into her. Their combined hot juices slimed her bloated labia and trickled into the wide butt crack and over his hand and finger that he was fucking into her rectum. Her butt hole seemed a pit of fire as his finger worked in and out of it, in rhythm with his pecker as it gored her cunt.
A ludicrous thought that her bed was going to get all wet nagged her mind. Then her eyes fluttered open to stare at the top of his head as he diligently sucked her bloated boobies and she listened to his labored, gasping breath and the meaty sounds of his massive cock-head pounding into her tingling, itching snatch.
Jody panted and screamed and her butt up-fucked, even as she tried to squirm away. And her sphincters were at work, convulsing around the barrel of his phallus involuntarily as he primed her snatch to erupt violently, sweetly.
She screamed unintelligibly as she rocketed into orgasm. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled wildly. She could feel the daughter of triumph shuddering through the hard body atop her as he slammed his prodigious cock to the balls in her twat and gushed her cunny full of steamy semen. Her screams ebbed away to a throaty gurgle and she rotated her cunt on his cock, keenly aware of her inner muscles milking the sex-cream from his massive hose.
When he left her, tottering forward to refill his glass, she stared after him resentfully. Her legs, scissored upward, were limp and spraddled, his jizz oozing in thick streams from her gored receptacle. There was a coolness in the bus as the rain wept loudly against the side and top of the vehicle, yet, she was filmed with sweaty stickiness. There was an aching voice deep between her legs and her asshole burned and fluttered.
Unblinking, she watched him stumble toward her, sipping vodka from the glass. She accepted the glass as he raised her head and she drank, slowly. "More, Jody-baby?" he whispered. He let her head back gently to the mattress and cupped a tittie with a large, covering palm. "Give me a little bit and I'll give you a lot more."
With a gesture of enervation, Jody raised her left hand and rubbed her eyes. She let the hand fall back, unmindful, unconcerned that it dropped into his naked, hairy lap, against his still turgid, passion-slimed cock. Through the backs of her fingers, she could feel it twitch and tremble. Her eyes found his in an expressionless, steady stare.
"You are starting to really like cock, aren't you, Jody?" he said softly. "Do you realize that your body fucked me back like a hot, wanton bitch in heat--even though your mind may have been against it?"
Jody blinked rapidly. It was true. "Oh, shut up, Clemson," she muttered, again letting him lift her head and carefully trickle vodka into her mouth. "It's still storming hard," she gasped from the fire of the liquor.
"Best kind of weather and climate for fucking," he grinned, the hand stroking and gently mauling her boobies and her tummy and long fingers combing the sweaty tangles from her pubic fur. "Let's finish the booze and go some more," he proposed. And she raised her head alone this time to take half of what was left of the vodka in the glass.
Instinctively, she put her hands on his shoulders, splayed her knees to accommodate his clumsy clambering between her legs. Her feet lifted to arch her puffy crotch to him as he shuffled into the saddle of her creamy thighs. She tensed and nibbled at her lower lip as she watched him bring the head of his dripping cock to her gash. "Yer fuck-lips are so swollen, it makes yer peter trench real narrow," Clemson breathed, adding his fire to hers. Jody winced at the firm, hot, wet contact and murmured softly.
"Let's not tease around this time," Clemson grunted as he positioned the head of his spear against her spasming target. Jody groaned as her ass hunched. Tears filled her eyes as she acknowledged shame for yielding to an alien, erotic desire. One hand found a feverish breast, the other lifted to rest at the back of his head.
Her feet lifted to brush against the sides of the cheeks of his lean butt as he knocked gently at the entry to her channel. Then he hipped forward and socked his massive cock-head to the depths of her sex-well, lustfully and powerfully into her throbbing cunt.
Jody sighed and stiffened for a moment as she accepted his hot, hard penetration. He struggled and wrestled between her thighs, as if he would drive his mammoth tusk even farther into her quivering, snug channel. "Oooohhhh, Lord," she whimpered as he burrowed his cock deep, swizzling it in her steaming twat.
"Your fuck-heat is intense--just about scalds my cock," Clemson moaned, prying his cock around in her as if to expand the walls of her pussy.
Jody squirmed and writhed and sighed plaintively as he began drilling his cock into her cunt in short, jolting punches. She scowled as he leaned back and peered down at his work, just the knob of his dong locked inside her grinding vagina. "I wish you could see how my long, thick post stretches your pussy smile into a fat O--like a red, rubber gasket," he gulped as he hunched the full length of his dick back into her.
"Aaaahhhh--eeeeiiii," Jody whimpered. "That all your cock in me? Feels so huge and hard," she gasped.
"Right up to the hairy balls in your snatch," Clemson chortled. "Want I should finger-fuck your asshole some more? You sure hit a hard cum a few minutes ago."
Jody stared into his face dumbly and didn't reply. She forced her feet up and back toward his shoulders as he cupped a hand under her butt and lifted her, the action forcing the head of his prick against the bottom of her well. Her feet floated ridiculously in the air as he drew his cock out and lunged it back into her, their sweaty bellies smack-smacking.
Again, she was aware of a hot soppiness in her genital area. And Jody began panting, watching her boobies bob like big rubber balls on her chest as he impaled her pussy again and again, stabbing his cock deep and fast into her throbbing cunt.
She whined softly as he began pumping steadily, driving his prick into her, gorging her cunt with cock. "Good thing pussies are elastic," he gloated, breathing rapidly, "otherwise, my cock would rip you from asshole to navel."
Jody caught herself just short of retorting that it was a good thing pussies didn't have teeth--or she would bite off and chew up his big sausage. As she choked back the words, remorse and a sad sense of wantonness brought silent sobs that ached in her breast.
She was putting some effort into it, but his hand under her bottom was creating a rocking motion of her body as he slammed his prick into her. She whimpered with humiliation as she tried to analyze the strange, carnal satisfaction his pistoning prick aroused in her frantic young loins. She frowned as he paused long enough to rebrace his feet, knees up under her ass, and resumed hammering away at her. He seemed to pierce her pussy deeper with each plunge of his prick.
Inexplicably, she began crying and screaming softly. Her eyes widened and then squinted shut tightly as he pumped at her with a heavy, hot prod that seemed to be increasing in length with each hunch.
Unexpectedly, Jody soared into a violent orgasm as Clemson fucked her faster and faster. "Cum, Baby. Cum hard as you can and get your jollies and thrills from being balled with a big cock." She tried to arch her tits up to him as he bowed his back to nibble on her dainty nipples. She cupped her hands against his ears and involuntarily kissed the top of his head as little whinnies of feral ecstasy seeped from her throat.
He slammed hard and his groin bone ground against her fatty pillow and her clit was mashed. She screamed loudly and the sound wilted away to a choking coo. She exhaled and inhaled deeply as he resumed screwing her through her spiraling climax.
"You love to fuck and be fucked," he gasped, pausing to let his fuck-meat sizzle in her boiling sex-cauldron. Her coital muscles churned and coiled as he delivered fuck-plunge after fuck-plunge.
"You have a good pussy," Clemson marveled, burying his cock into the balls and suddenly showering her innards with jizz. "Whoopee! You really like to be fucked!" he howled, holding her ass up as her heels drummed on his taut ass. Her cunt was spasming, milking out his fuck-juices. "Fuuucccckkkk me faster!" Jody bleated, shaking and rotating her ass in his palms.
"Glad to," Clemson grunted, gouging her deep with his cock as the last of his semen drained into her hot twat. She felt that her insides were deluged with his sap. It felt like the jizz was almost gushing out of her hole, despite his cock which corked her cunt completely.
"Keep fucking me, Clemson," she pleaded, her voice turning into a shrill, ragged, erotic, greedy scream. She cursed him vilely as he jerked his soggy cock from her inflamed cunt and stumbled forward, grabbing the vodka on the way, and half-collapsing in the driver's seat.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The first thing Jody noticed when she awoke was that Clemson had spread the blanket over her during the night while she slept. Up between her legs there was a burning sensation mingled with a pleasurable itching and a hungry-like craving.
As she remembered with keen feelings the past evening's episode, a depressing sense of remorse and shame took root in her mind. She sat up and languidly shrugged the blanket about her nakedness and determinedly put down the feeling of unhappiness.
She stood on unsteady legs and hesitated at the door. She listened to a hum and faint crackling of static as Clemson tried to tune in the radio.
Mutedly, she could hear him swearing far forward. Then a weak voice filtered from the back speaker, the announcer saying the rich Las Vegas tennis tournament was still in doubt, despite the indictment of unnamed eastern persons for illegal gambling activities in connection with the matches.
He said that players--men and women--were undecided about what course to take. The women wished they could hear from Jody Freeman. Not because she was a veteran on the tour, but because she had drawn top seeding. But Miss Freeman was somewhere on a secluded vacation and hadn't been heard from. All the players, however, were agreed on the desire to hold the matches because of the richness of the purse. Many of them felt Miss Freeman's feelings might determine whether the tournament was conducted as scheduled and there might be some concentrated effort to locate her.
Jody was aware of a sense of numbness and quiet jubilation. If a hunt was started for her, she might be freed from her captivity before the two weeks or so were up. She tried to remember how long Bert Clemson had had her. "Well," she sighed, "if he was telling me the truth, I can expect another ten or eleven days of his insatiable, carnal appetites."
She shoved open the door and blinked rapidly, nearly blinded by the dazzling sun that had supplanted the previous night's dreary storm. She strolled forward timidly, peering from windows at the whole outdoors bathed in the golden glare of early morning. Everything--the trees and shrubbery -was dripping wet and clean-looking.
Clemson was slumped in the driver's seat, staring at the radio. Jody decided she wouldn't mention the fragment of news she had heard. "Morning," she said without spirit.
"Yeah," Clemson grunted gloomily. As she paced nearer, he pointed obliquely through the windshield. "See that smoke? Must be a campfire around the bend yonder. I wasn't aware there was anyone in fifty miles of us."
Jody's heart leaped as she thought of being able to get away from Clemson, if she could only make contact with whoever was camping there. "Thanks for the blanket, Clemson," she said.
He merely nodded, taking a swig from his bottle of beer. "I dug you out one of my shirts," he said. "You can wear it. We'll be out in the sun a lot today and I don't want you burning your boobies so they're too sore for me to suck and nibble. I don't want your back blistered so you can lie down on it when I decide to give you some more pussy-pluggin' fuckin'."
She glared at him via the mirror. "Clemson," she said slowly, "you have a real talent for destroying your decent gestures with your lewd, depraved mouth."
She cringed mentally as she watched his eyes narrow and harden. "Little fuck-slut," he snarled, "you're the one who is going to have that kind of mouth pretty damned soon. I'm about to stuff nine inches of cock down your throat for saying things like that."
She turned away and picked up the plaid, Western-style shirt from the dinette table. Unabashed, she let the blanket fall to the floor and put on the shirt, snapping the fasteners up the front, between her sloping breasts, to the throat. She rolled the sleeves to the elbows.
"Get yourself a cold beer," Clemson muttered, again apparently calm. "I know you can use it 'cause I woke up with my head buzzing and fuzzy and feeling about the size of a nail keg from the vodka. 'Course, it could have been the workout you gave me, really put a strain on the heart, out fucking like that twice. You know, Jody, I think you're the first woman to screw me into two close-together jizzings in a long, long time. Even my pecker head's super-tender this morning. And when I pissed behind a bush, it burned like I still had it calking your hot cunny."
She opened two cold beers from the refrigerator, handed him one and mused over her lack of resentment toward his talk. It was better to be alive-even though carnally abused--than be beaten or dead. I'll get even sometime, some way, she frowned, letting the delicious cold beer run down her throat in a steady flow. "Thirsty-I was," she murmured, not meeting his appraising gaze.
"Wonder who the hell's camped up there?" Clemson grumbled. "Can't be hunters, not in season. Could be fishermen, I guess."
Boldly, Jody suggested, "Why don't you wander up and see?"
"Fuck, no!", Clemson snarled. "I don't want no truck with anyone. I don't want nobody around us. NOBODY."
Jody retreated mentally as she recognized a wildness in his tone and the trembling of his lanky body. "Okay, okay. Let's forget it."
"You're goddamned right, let's forget it," Clemson yelled, barely keeping the volume of his voice down.
Jody stared at her bare feet and her legs, bare below the shirttail that struck her at mid-thigh. "Clemson, I want to take a shower."
He nodded, head jerking erratically. "Water's on. Go ahead. Do it fast as you can to save water. Hear me? Do it in a quick, fast hurry."
"Okay," and she back-pedaled to the bathroom.
Uncertainty sprang up in Jody the minute she emerged from the bathroom. There was something ominous about the giant black man who overwhelmed the passenger seat with his bulk. And there was something about Clemson, a subdued quality, that fed her anxiety. "Get on to the back," Clemson said tersely.
Without a word, hands fluttering as if to push the hem of the shirt farther down to conceal her bare legs, she turned to obey, but the grinning black man raised the coffee mug and seemed to aim it at her.
"Naw, don't do that, pretty little white stuff," he said softly, yet his voice had a deep resonant rumble to it. "Just come on up here with us and have some coffee and booze and let's all get acquainted."
"Go on back, Jody," Clemson ordered, but his tone lacked conviction. She stared at him, looking for reassurance and protection, but, for the first time since she had known him, she saw fear close to panic in his pale eyes.
"She ain't your wife, is she, Mr. Clemson?" the black said in a way that it was more statement than question. "And she ain't your daughter. I watched while you were fishin' yest' evenin' and no father would let his daughter traipse around nude like that. So, I figure she's ..." his voice turned to a melodious chuckle. "Get yourself a cup and fill it half with coffee and top it with booze from the bottle by the sink."
Nervously, bewildered, Jody protested, "I don't want any liquor."
"I say you do," the black waggled a finger at her. And his gleaming dark eyes in great pools of white seemed to mesmerize her. With an accusing glance at Clemson, she took a cup from the cupboard and complied with the black man's admonishment.
"Whitest white meat I ever saw," the black said as she stood uncomfortably, sipping the coffee and whiskey against her will. She was resentful and chilled by his covetous eyes that ogled her legs, drifted up over her crotch and zig-zagged from breast to breast, his eyes making her feel naked and vulnerable. Clemson slumped in the driver's scat, slurping from his cup.
"You trained her to go down and blow you yet?" the black gloated. And Jody could see he had Clemson cowed.
"Get out of here and leave us be," Clemson blurted, a whine in his voice. And Jody became more aware of his fright. He protested, but it reminded her of a cowardly tomcat who spat and hissed at a tormenting dog from a high, safe perch in a tree.
And becoming acutely aware of Clemson's lack of bravery, her own feelings of desolation, abandonment and danger became alarmingly dreary. She cowered away when the giant black man heaved to his feet and slashed a huge hand across Clemson's white face. "Shut your fuckin', honky mouth!"
Wide-eyed, terror-stricken, Jody watched blood spurt from Clemson's nose and smashed lips. He gurgled and wiped the blood on a bare, hairy forearm. The black man slammed the side of his fist down atop Clemson's head and Clemson began wheedling "Don't hit me no more. Please, don't beat on me?"
The Negro laughed and slapped Clemson beside the ear with a crunching back-hand. "You don't deserve such a fine, white split-tail, you bastard, Clemson."
Judy stared with dismay at the sobbing Clemson who had curled his arms about his battered head and face. Disgust and hatred for his weakness was like a lump of ice in her belly.
She backed against the sink as the towering black man turned to face her, his eyes glittering and Hashing as he appraised her trembling body.
"Had me a hot heifer the other day," the black man sucked his white teeth, "and never dreamed when I made her bawl I would have the good fortune to have me a pretty, white, two-legged calf today."
Jody gasped, unable to stop staring at the black as he shed his jeans. The slowness of his fingers seemed to mock her as he finished undressing. It was like an eerie, bad dream, she thought wildly, staring with disbelief at his massive organ. She swallowed hard, nearly choked, as the Negro lifted it in one hand and waggled it around to guarantee her attention. She stifled a shriek. Her eyes narrowed as she gawked at it, involuntarily calculating whether she could take all of his cock.
The slot in the tip of his pole seeped a stick, clear string as he stepped toward her, his wobbling prick seeming to beckon her. Then his hand shot out and he grabbed her left arm. The other hooked in the throat of the shirt and he jerked. The snaps separated in a full protest and she was naked before him, titties jutting, quivering with her frightened breathing.
She was numb, unresisting as he stripped the garment down her arms. When his gazed eyes fastened on her breasts, she flung her right forearm across them. When his eyes danced to her flax-adorned mound, she laid a hand over it.
The black man laughed with excited glee. "What saucy, jutty boobies," he chuckled. He hunched his hips and the wet knob of his monstrous cock slopped against her navel. Impulsively, she tried to retreat, her buttocks slamming painfully against the sink cabinet. She thought she could feel the intense heat radiating from his immense erection and passion-bloated scrotum.
He yanked her forward, so hard her head snapped back. "Clemson! Help me," she whimpered. But he was blubbering into his forearms crossed over his battered face.
"That fuckin', chicken-shit honkey ain't gonna do a thing for you, white snatch," the Negro informed her. "I'll beat his head off or kill him and bury him in an old mine shaft."
He pulled her slender body against him. The top of her head barely reached the bottoms of his thick, male breasts. Jody tried to recoil from him, a sick feeling in her guts as his slimy cock slithered all over her quivering body. The massive head reached to the under planes of her breasts.
Jody flailed at him with her tiny fists, but he merely laughed, the roar of his voice filling the Winnebago and drowning Clemson's wailing sobs. He seized her wrists and bent her arms behind her, up between her shoulders. He forced her head down and she could smell the musky pungent odor of his long, thick prick.
" 'Member I mentioned screwin' that heifer, white stuff? Now, she really bellered with pleasure. I bet you'd like it just as good, getting it shoved up your twat from behind," the black said ruthlessly.
"Heeeeelp me, "Clemmmmmson," Jody shrieked.
Under his strength her body was like jelly. "Now, get yourself bent down here--like a feisty hot heifer," the black said. "Put your head on the floor. Stand stiff-legged and brace yourself," he ordered.
She began sobbing uncontrollably, spreading her hands wide, palms on the floor. Nerves tweaked the lengths of her legs, bringing curls to her toes and sparking deep in her loins. The muscles seemed stretched like three sets of strenuous tennis. The moment was charged with urgency, Jody gave no thought to the humiliating debasement of her posture--with the huge, strange black man standing over her. He straddled her doubled-over body and she could feel the hot weight of his mammoth genitals at the hip line, his palms caressing the satiny texture of her taut ass cheeks.
Agilely, he stepped around her. She, panting with terror, stared up between her spread legs as he addressed himself to her obscenely projected butt. From her low-level viewpoint, his balls and outward-sloping prick seemed even larger and more grotesque.
"My God, no! Too, too, too big," she wailed. His hands roving over her upturned bottom end provoked strange tensions in her belly.
"Yeah, white gal, pretty big--'specially for such a small white ass. You got the prettiest little canyon between your fanny hills. And such a rosy pink little butt hole, Honey."
Jody moaned from the persistent coursing of his black hands with light palms through the exposed crease between the meaty loaves of her rear. She wondered how long he would keep her in terrible suspense before he gored her with that monstrously black tusk of lascivious meat.
Despite increasing mental anguish, Jody couldn't close her eyes and stop staring at the long male trunk that bent out from the black's bloated scrotum. "Aagggghhh, no," she whined as he let the drippy knob swab at the upper start of her ass grin.
She groaned as the big black seized her flared hips with both hands and waggled his massive prick into her anal crack, over the tingling thick lips that shielded her slick, pink gash. She screamed apprehensively as he split her half-moons with his hands, fingers opening her vulva and plowing his phallus, like a fire-charred log into her pain-wracked body.
Slowly, a molten sensation boiled up in her O'ed vulva and the entry to her pinched vagina. With his mammoth piston just inside her cunt, he spread her ass cheeks with his thumbs and forced both of them far into her rectum.
"Jesus, no. Jesus, no," she whimpered, only numbly, faintly aware a black man was leisurely working his huge, black prick into her pale, white body. The agonizing sensation of her asshole being ripped wide open by his long thumbs ebbed.
But, just as a relief pain stole through her body, the man chuckled, tone wicked, "Brace yourself, Baby." He bucked his heavy hips forward and Jody screamed as he exploded his immense harpoon into her vagina. "Aaaaaiiiieeeee," she wailed, her toes kinking as he slowly crammed inch after inch of his black, rigid snake into her twat. Her entire body wretched as he drilled and reamed his degrading black cock into her tortured cunt, deeper and deeper.
Jody screamed intermittently as he gained penetration, inch by inch. Later, she couldn't count minutes, he had the greater portion of his obscene, black shaft buried in her frantic pussy. He stopped, letting it soak and she gained a measure of blessed relief. Weak with embarrassment and humiliation, her feet drifted farther apart and he bounced and rotated her ass, as if he would force even more of his plundering post into her throbbing cunt.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the butt hole, too, white cunt," the black gloated, hunching cock to her slowly. She felt on the edge of darkness, about to faint as he saw his ruthless, lustful bone into her. But her vision again cleared and she peered upward at his grotesque balls swinging far up between her trembling thighs to slap against her contorted belly.
She whined and whimpered incoherently. Mercifully, her juices began flowing, greasing the way for his grinding black cock. She could see a part of her stretched snatch, golden hair soggy, drippy and matted and sticky moisture trickling down the inner surfaces of her thighs. She tensed as the huffing black man hauled back, lifted her off her feet and slammed his pussy-bomb into her channel so hard, his balls splatted against her sex-glutted belly.
She began weeping with helpless fury. "I think you tore into my guts," Jody howled.
"I'm tryin', white snatch," the Negro laughed, never missing a stroke as he pounded the meat into her aching pussy. "After I fuck out your cunny and ream out your asshole, you can taste it. You can get down on your knees, give me a slow blow-job and suck my nigger cum."
A madness began boiling in her brain and she tangled fingers in her hair, begging plaintively, "Oooohhh, noooo." Each time he hauled far out of her tormented body and slammed back in, she screamed, "Aaaaaarrrrggggghhhhh!"
As he continued drumming and cramming his massive male sex organ into her cunt, he bent low over her back and reached under her to fondle her plush melons that bobbed against her face. Jody sighed with exhaustion and her knees spread slowly and wobbled as her trim, tapering thighs parted. The sudden slosh, slosh of meat sopping into meat was loud in her ringing ears. "Ever hada slicked nigger's dick in your cunny?"
She thought that it was incredible--but there was a faint, wanton churning around the pistoning barrel of his prick and a timid resistance to his drawing it out of her cove, as there had been when he skewered it into her.
He chortled merrily as he extracted his prick slowly and she moaned with an alien anxiety. Then, she gasped, almost inaudibly as he sloped his huge rod back into her twinging hole. "So awfully hot and so big it's stretching me," she panted, glancing at his bent knees inside her thighs, keeping them apart.
"It doesn't hurt, now, does it?" he smirked, squeezing her hot, firm tits, tweaking the tumescent tips.
As if her mind was anesthetized, she contemplated the question, little wrinkles forming in her brow, catching perspiration. She gawked upward, watching him slowly hunch his hips and slide his prick into her until his bag of balls sagged ludicrously from her own crotch.
"You really have a hot, tight, juicy funnel, Jody," he said, obviously enjoying her degradation.
Her senses seemed to focus on the reality of the situation and she tensed with contempt and helplessness. But, the reflexiveness set her sphincters squeezing timidly around his slowly pistoning prick.
"You're doing really good," the Negro praised, his hands gliding to her waist, fingers under her, kneading her flanks, steadying her grossly violated body. She gulped with futility as he began rocking her ass faster and faster, her body taking his immense, pulsating phallus all the way in a hot, flushed slosh-slosh sound. Her entire pelvic region was shaking and her hips were working rhythmically to meet and match his inward plowings.
"You are fucking just great," he murmured, voice deep and satisfied.
"Ooooohhh," Jody whimpered as the huge knob of his vast cock bounced into the farthest wall of her pussy. "Muuyyyyy God," she wailed, stammering.
"Go, Babe, go," he howled, fucking the meat to her fast and furious.
Unbelievably, her body began vibrating and she squirmed wildly. "Eeeeeeiiiii! Aaaaaagggghhhhh! Gooooolllllllly!" she screamed raggedly, hurled into a tumultuous orgasm. He slammed the prick into her and shot her seething, pulsating pussy full of thick, scalding jizz. "Go, Babe, go," he panted, his balls bouncing high in the scrotum, against her labia, as he pumped his cum into her spasming snatch.
"The best is yet to come," the black man shouted, suddenly hauling his cock from her cunt and spearing it into her unsuspecting rectum. Her screams were shrill, bordering on insanity.
She couldn't believe it was happening to her, but there she was, bent double and being cornholed. She could hear the sickening, soggy sounds of her bowels absorbing the Negro's obscene prick.
"Keep fuckin' your hot little asshole on my cock," the black yelled. "When I start spraying cock juice, I just keep going. I'm gonna hose yer butt, fuck you crazy, piss in yer ass. Then--later--you can go down on me and eat my cock."
CHAPTER NINE
Slowly, Jody became aware of an eerie, bizarre sensation of existing outside her body, looking down at her naked body as she sat spraddle-legged on the floor of the motor home. Her rectum burned with such intensity she felt like crying, but she had no more tears. She let her head slump forward and watched the black man's thick semen drain from her and from a sticky pool in blobby drips below her aching, throbbing vulva.
Numbly, she took the cup he handed her and forced the fiery liquor down her throat. It seemed her brain had shut off conscious awareness and there was no revulsion in her any more, just a feeling of being enslaved to whatever he wanted to do to her.
There was an exhaustion in her. Her limbs felt heavy and languid. She drained the cup of whiskey and lazily handed it back to the huge Negro who sat before her on the end of the small dinette seat.
"Scoot over here," he coaxed her. She glanced up at him vacantly and moved, her bottom blotting up the pool of his cum. She let him tug her into the broad space between his legs and she stared with blurred vision at his lolling balls and immense penis that was still fully erect.
"No more," she pleaded dully as he lifted her arms, curled her limp fingers around the heavy barrel of his hot, still wet penis. Intuitively, her fingers tightened on the massive shaft and she peered with dazed fascination at the huge plum on the end.
He guided her hands to jacking him off slowly, chuckling softly, with satisfaction. "That's the girl," he murmured as he hands hauled the thick, taut foreskin down from the glans, toward the base of his tremendous trunk. The stirrings of disgust passed quickly and the question wasn't "if" but when he would compel her to suck his incredibly black, grotesque sexual prod. "Get with it, Cunt," he purred, voice deep with a tone of menace.
Jody inhaled, breathing flowing with a harsh rasp. "No. Please? No? Don't make me do that?"
"You shittin' me? Hell, yes, I'm gonna have it that way. I promised you--and I keep my promises. I said you were gonna go down on me and give me a blow-job. I love the sight of a pretty white girl's mouth stretched out of shape around my black cock."
Jody shook her head slowly in helpless -desperation. Why, she wondered numbly, doesn't Clemson do something to help me. Quickly, he grabbed her hair, even as she was pleading, and rubbed her nose and cheek against the fat head of his dong.
She howled unintelligibly and it seemed he was tearing away her scalp. No escape, her mind cried. Unbidden, she licked tentatively at his greasy, pungent knob. His grip on her hair eased and she responded accordingly, licked the rich glans and fastened her mouth around the sticky, slick knob, teeth closing carefully behind the corona. Intuitively, she used both hands to flog the thick skin down to the hair-matted base, then up against her vacuuming lips.
Her eyes flickered briefly to his intense face, inviting his approval and leniency. He nodded quickly. And she sucked hard on his cock, instinctively mouth-fucked him erratically.
He moaned softly and the pressure on her hair and scalp increased. "You can take a lot more than that," the black man jeered. His other hand, behind her head, forced her face down on his flesh stump, almost choking her. He forced her forward so that her neck straightened as his cock was slowly forced into her throat. Her hands slipped from his pulsating shaft to cup his big, hairy balls. Although her mouth was crammed full of his ebony prick, her throat seemed to expand to accommodate the vast girth of his rigid member. Her tongue wallowed around his meat as she sucked on the invading, blood-ridged prick. "Make me shoot by mouth-fucking me and gobble my goop," he grunted, a demanding, remorseless tone to his voice.
From the compelling hand behind her head, she began to ride her mouth up and down on his twitching cock. "Go at it, Babe. Swallow all my cock. Mouth fuck it fast and in a minute, I'm really gonna throw a cunt-buster flood of jizz into your gullet.
This all has to be some kind of nightmare, she mused, a hollowness in her mind. But she obeyed him and rapidly slipped her mouth up and down on his prick, her hands playing with his heavy gonads. Her tongue slurped the pulsating cock-head on the back stroke and she tickled her fingers against his hairy asshole as she dived her face back down on his spear, devouring his prick in her throat.
"You suck cock good," the Negro chortled.
Insanely, Jody heard herself mewling like a whipped animal. "Go, Babe, go!" howled the black man and his hips began bucking, driving his monstrous cock into her mouth until her forehead was being thumped against his groin bone. "Take all my prick in your cock-sucking mouth," he yelled and she swallowed mightily as he unleashed a flood of musky cum into her throat. She fought off the impulse to nausea and concentrated on gulping down his jizz to keep from choking and gagging.
Suddenly, as his ejaculation had ebbed to a trickle, he kicked her away violently and lunged toward the driver's seat. She looked up, stunned, as the giant black slammed his fist into Clemson's face. Clemson dropped the small pistol and the black man kept beating his head, dragged him up and hammered a fist into the smaller man's ribs and solar plexus.
"You treacherous son of a bitch," the Negro growled, kicking the small gun to the left of the driver's seat. He turned, eyes blazing, and picked up his clothes. Glancing from the unconscious Clemson to the terrified Jody, he dressed quickly, raised a finger in a phallic symbol at them both and bolted jauntily from the bus.
Jody had no idea how long she had sat at the dinette, stunned and despondent. Idly, she wondered whether Clemson was dead. But she could see the slight moving of his shoulders as he breathed. With just a shadow of resentment, she saw the black man, on a horse, eight or ten head of cattle before him, head back the way they had come.
Several minutes after he had disappeared, oblivious to her nakedness, she heaved wearily to her feet and timidly approached Clemson. She had wanted him dead, but some sense of logic told her that she needed him now, to get out of there. There was a compelling urge to throw up as she peered down at him. His right ear was black and his face was scaly with dried blood. There was a knot on his left jaw side the size of a golf ball. He had bled all over the seat and there was a sticky pool of it on the floor behind the driver's seat.
Fearfully, she touched his left shoulder. "Clemson?" She patted his shoulder urgently. "Clemson. He's gone now. Why didn't you help me?"
He groaned weakly, stirred and would have fallen from the seat, if she hadn't steadied him. "I'll help you back to your bunk," she said. "Want me to help you back to lie down?"
He didn't look up, but nodded slightly. She took his left arm and struggled with him to get out of the seat. She tugged and pulled at him as he crawled and groveled to the rear. She nearly fell as he heaved himself through the curtain and onto a bunk.
"Want some coffee? A strong drink? Anything?" she asked helplessly. She slid the curtains open and stared at the injured man. His mouth, with torn, battered, swollen lips, worked, but no words came.
Feeling sick, she floundered to the sink. She found an aluminum kettle and filled it with cold water. She brought a wash cloth from the bathroom and returned to Clemson. He groaned as she gingerly began bathing away the blood from his face and ear.
"Best I can clean you up now," she said. And she went to the refrigerator for ice. She wrapped ice cubes in a dish towel and awkwardly shaped it around his head. She saw recognition come slowly to him and his eyes blazed through the clumsy ice poultice.
"You didn't do a damned, fuckin' thing to help me," he grumbled, almost lacking coherency.
"Me?" she yelled shrilly, with a sudden release of anger and humiliation. "You! You didn't do anything to help me. You just sat there and let that big son of a bitch rape me and force me to do that sickening animal thing to him with my mouth," she screamed. "I could kill you."
"You enjoyed sucking his filthy black cock," Clemson snarled at her, his mouth working and starting a new trickle of blood from his mashed teeth.
"I�did�not!" Jody railed, voice an insane scream.
Sick with contempt for him--and herself--she backed away from his hideous haranguing accusations. With the deepest despondency she had ever felt, she shuffled forward and stood staring at the place where the giant black man had debauched her.
Morosely, she wondered how all outdoors could be so gloriously beautiful and she could feel so old and ugly.
Renewed loathing for Clemson was awakened in her as he cursed her again, loudly and obscenely. She half-turned to retort, then shrugged with indifference. She opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of chilled water, and saw his blood on her arms for the first time. She drank deeply, greedily, replaced the bottle and silently closed the door. Then she peered down at herself and saw smears of his blood on her breasts and her belly where she touched herself with the wash cloth as she tried to clean him.
"Shut your cowardly mouth," she shrieked at Clemson as she turned, picked up the shirt and wearily left the motor home. As she knelt at water's edge there remained a tortured burning in her, of having her pussy and butt hole raped. And she gagged impulsively on "recalling that she had had that monstrous black cock crammed into her mouth and down her throat. She had sucked on it, curled her tongue around the prodigiously ugly, huge head and had gulped down the thick, copious flow of his jizz.
Why, she wondered dismally, had the spirit to survive, to deter physical brutality exerted itself during her degradation and all she wanted to do now was die?
She dropped the shirt and carefully picked her way out into the cool water. She waded slowly, feet picking the way, until she was waist-deep. She turned to face upstream and shivered with ecstasy as the slow current hugged around her legs and through her crotch and past her belly. It was so soothing and cool in the crack of her ass and she dipped her hands into the water, to spread the outer and inner petals of her furrow to let them cool and wash clean.
"Ooooooo," she sighed and squatted in the water to her chin. She reveled in the sweet deliciousness of the cool river washing her. She splashed water into her face and slowly sat to duck beneath the surface. Then she surfaced and shook the water from her stringy blonde hair and tried to comb out the strands with her fingers.
She stood and rubbed away all traces of Clemson's blood from her tingling breast cones and her belly, then jack-in-the-boxed her body in the water to rinse herself. She contemplated swimming across the river and starting to plod to the north. But she had no shoes and no clothes but Clemson's shirt. And she had no idea how far it was to help.
After a time, she left the water, picked up the shirt and minced upstream to a large, flat rock where she stretched out in the brilliant sunshine. Later, with the sun at two-o'clock high, she crept to the bus and sneaked out two bottles of beer.
Clemson either heard her or was dreaming. He yelled out that he was going to get even with her for not helping when the "nigger attacked me and all the time I was getting set to shoot him for fuckin' you." And he ranted something about how he wasn't going to get paid for waylaying her and he had good and plenty reason to kill her. "You rotten little fuck- cock-suckin' slut."
Jody thought of finding the pistol and peered around the driver's seat for it, but it was gone and she thought drearily that Clemson must have roused and retrieved it.
As she stared at the water, she dourly contemplated hurling herself into it and letting it carry her away--to death? Her mind plodded as she sought some kind of reason and logic. What had she expected? Had she, unconsciously, anticipated Clemson would regard her differently after she had helped him, cleaned his wounds--an indication that she needed him and was expressing it in a human way? Had she, tenuously in such a short time, expected a bond of mutual respect and cooperation and--even fragile friendship?
She took the remaining bottle of beer to the shade of an aspen tree, driven from the rock by the hot sun. Gloomily, she could see none of this, not from the way Clemson now regarded her. Jody turned onto her back and peered at fragments of the sky, so pale it reminded her of the color of Clemson's eyes. So she deliberately unfocused her eyes and caught the bottle neck in her mouth and corked it with her tongue, letting just enough flow that she could swallow it easily. Suddenly, she gagged--the neck of the bottle in her mouth reminded her of sucking the Negro's mammoth cock.
As she blinked away tears, she again let her thoughts stray to Clemson in the Winnebago. Hope sent a shiver of warmth through her. Maybe--Clemson, too, had suffered a traumatic experience--his attitude would change when he began to heal.
She sat up, smoothed the skirt over her lap and finished the beer. Then, she stood up and returned to the bus and found some soup in a cabinet and fixed a meal she figured Clemson could consume.
CHAPTER TEN
The second day after her demeaning experience with the black, Clemson pushed his hand through the curtain drawn across his bunk and handed her a key. "This is to the storage locker, left rear. Get another case of beer for the refrigerator."
She hesitated a few minutes, bewildered by his almost fanatical seclusion. "You know, Clemson," she said softly, "you would heal just as fast if you got out of that bed and did something."
She retreated quickly under his barrage of vituperative tirade, calling her vile names and screaming at her. After she had stocked the refrigerator, she tried the key in other storage compartment locks, thinking she would rescue her clothing. But they were different.
Sitting at the small dinette, sipping a cold beer, she called to him, thinking she might taunt him out of his hermitage, "You're a nut and a coward, Clemson."
But he snarled and cursed so she left the bus to plod up the road, a little ways up the side of the closest mountain and along the river.
That evening, when she handed him a plate of food through the curtain, she said, patronizingly, though she tried to keep it from her voice, "You know, Clemson, we really should get out of here, don't you think?"
He didn't reply, but when she took his empty plate, he said, "In the morning, I'll give you the ignition key and you can crank up the engine to recharge the batteries--or else we won't have any lights or refrigeration."
"I don't know the first thing about it," she protested. "Why don't you creep out of your hole and do it?"
"Damn you," he snarled. "There's a manual in the compartment to the right of the steering wheel. It tells you how. I guess you can read."
Late that afternoon, when she was certain he was asleep, she took two bottles of cold beer from the refrigerator and strolled up the river to a small grove of willows she had found. She shed the shirt and swam and splashed in a deep, quiet pool that eddied behind a massive rock. Then she would lie naked on the cool grass and sip the beer.
She tried not to dwell on her over-all situation or brood about the ruthless attack by the Negro. Although the memory sickened her, she quietly, objectively realized that the horror of it, the trauma would pass, in time.
Liquor, too had a benefit, dulling her mind so she could sleep. But, she acknowledged, she had to be wary of it. It also deepened her depression and enhanced the idea of self-destruction. And she contemplated the prolonged effect of inactivity and boredom.
About dark, she returned to the motor home and fixed supper. "We're about out of food," she told Clemson, thinking that might stir him to leave the area. But he merely handed her another key and told her where it fit a food locker containing staples, including canned meats.
"You know, if I could get the engine started, it would charge the batteries this evening and maybe the radio would play?"
She waited hopefully, listening to his fretful tossing and muttering. Then his hand thrust peevishly through the curtain and she took the key. "Maybe we can pick up a radio skip," he mumbled.
Her heart thumped with nervousness and excitement as she scampered forward to the driver's seat. She opened the small compartment and her heart hammered. There was the small pistol with which Clemson had threatened the Negro--ineffectively. He had retrieved it and put it in there. For a moment, she considered taking it and hiding it in her sleeping area, but abandoned the idea, thinking it was enough for now to just know where it was. She found about a dozen roadmaps and the driver's manual.
For a second, her heart lurched with fear the batteries were too low. But the engine turned over laboriously, then caught with a rumble of leashed power.
As she added tap water to the whiskey in his glass, she contemplated getting the gun and shooting him right through the curtain. She paused. Yes, she could do that. It wouldn't be difficult, killing him, if she didn't have to see his face as he died.
Still undecided, she stood outside his curtained bed after he had taken the drink. Maybe, after the misery he had perpetrated for her, she wanted to watch his face when he went out.
She returned to the driver's seat, slumped into it dolefully. You're not a real man, Clemson, she thought. You can push a girl around, all right. But you're a blustering, bawling coward when you're face to face with a really tough guy. "Like that nigger," she added, bitterly, aloud.
"What's that? What about that black bastard? So, you liked what he gave you, huh? Really went -for that long, black, thick pipe rammed up your cunt and in your asshole. Yeah, I thought your face and eyes looked like you dug his fucking you and cornholing you. And the way you gobbled his fat, hard, slimy joint. You really liked his cornholing and fucking and sucking his cock!"
She turned angrily in the seat. "Ooooohhhh, shut your filthy mouth, Clemson," she screamed at him, sobs of frustration choking her.
Her hand went to the compartment with the gun, but she didn't open it. Instead, she refilled her glass and stalked to her sleeping area. "You can shut off the damned engine yourself."
Two days later, Jody was mildly surprised--and a little excited--when she awoke and found the curtains drawn back from Clemson's bunk. She used the bathroom, washed her face and hands. He wasn't in the bus. A sense of elation sent the blood coursing through her veins. Maybe they would leave this desolate area today!
With a sense of elation, she took two bottles of cold beer from the refrigerator. And went to look for him. She spotted him a ways up the side of the mountain, just sitting there. She picked her way up to him and handed him a bottle.
Puzzled, she stared at him as he sat on the ground, feet dangling into a hole about four feet deep. She moved past him, to the other side of the hole, brushed a place on the ground and sat opposite him. "What are you doing, Clemson?" she murmured.
His eyes seemed to blaze across the hole at her.
There was still a puffiness around his mouth, a scab under his left eye and the ear was still discolored and scabbed. "I told you you would pay for what you did--enjoying that nigger slamming the cock to your cunt and butt and mouth and not helping me."
Jody felt herself wilting under his maniacal gaze. She fought against tears and crying. "What is this--hole--for?" she gasped fearfully, her gaze taking in its shape. And she thought desperately about the gun, wondering whether he had moved it. But she knew she couldn't outrace him to the Winnebago.
"You--are�going�to�kill me."
His laughter was shrill, erratic, insane, she thought.
"I can't continue to haul you around forever. And I know I won't ever get the rest of my money. So, it's just going to be a case of the little tennis star who went on vacation and just disappeared," he shrugged, puffy lips sneering.
"You're mad," Jody panted. Quickly, hopefully, she posed, "Suppose you don't kill me? Let's go to Spokane and I'll get all my money from the banks--and give it to you. Or, I'll even go along with you."
Desperately, she watched him sift coarse earth through his fingers. "I don't think you can get the money all by yourself," he said thoughtfully. "You said yourself that it's tied up in special accounts and trusts and stuff."
Reading his indecision as he hesitated, Jody pressed forward, praying it wasn't too much, "I can get it, Clemson. I know I can. It will just take a little time. We can go to Spokane and I can go to the banks--you can go with me and I'll say you're a friend of Uncle Fletcher's and we are going to advance you some money for a new business--or something. We can figure out a story on the way."
She didn't know what to do with her hands, where to look as he gazed across the trench at her. "Bullshit," he finally snorted. "I don't buy it."
It was in his pale, flashing eyes, a clarity of determination to kill her just as much as if he had spoken. "You don't have to kill me," Jody said softly, exhaustion from futility deadening her senses, weighting her arms and legs. "That won't gain you anything. And I promise--if you take me to some city, give me my clothes and luggage and stuff--I'll get some money to you somewhere, sometime."
His laughter was a frightening, ghastly, contemptible grating in her ears. "With a wagon load of cops right behind. With you alive, I'm dead. With you dead, I live awhile longer."
"Oh, Clemson," Jody managed, unable to prevent a tone of whimpering from emerging. "I don't want to die." And she knew that it was true.
"We could have some fun together," she began feebly, a chill in her as she said it, knowing what was fun to him. Booze and deviate sexual orgies. "We could, Clemson. I know that we could?"
With a feeling of final defeat, she shrunk within herself. His pale eyes still glittered. "I'm sorry I didn't help you or myself when that big black man came in."
"Give me my shirt," Clemson grated. "Right now. I want my shirt."
She hated the pleading she knew was in her eyes. "Come on, Clemson? Please?"
"GIVE-ME-THE fuckin' shirt!"
Glumly, she ripped the snaps apart, tore it from her and flung it across the hole at him. She didn't bother shielding her breasts or her crotch from his lecherous gaze. "You are a hopeless, pitiful bastard," she spat at him. "I helped you all I could. I helped you to your bunk. I cleaned your wounds and fixed you an ice pack with what I had to do with. I fixed you meals and trotted drinks to you. And what have you done for me?
"You kidnapped me, raped me and you've beaten and abused me," she sobbed, out of breath and out of words.
His movement caused her to look up and cringe. He seized the short-handled shovel, scooped up dirt and hurled it at her. "Aaaaahhhh, God, Clemson," Jody squalled, spitting dirt from her teeth and blowing her nose in her hand. She glared at him scathingly as she brushed dirt from her sweaty breasts and body.
"You hotsy-totsy little slut-bitch," Clemson sputtered. "You needn't be so damned concerned about that little bit of dirt. In a little while, I'm gonna fling you down on your back in this here trench and--see that big rock behind you?--weight you down and take my time shovelin' dirt in on top of you. First, just your feet and fancy legs. And I'll cover up those nifty bobbie jugs. And I'll keep fillin' in the hole till just your nose sticks out. Then, I'll fill in the hole and you'll have your mouth full of dirt, eatin' it. And it'll fill your nose 'til you can't breathe. And then I'll finish the job and get in the 'Bago and take off to maybe Canada or Mexico. But you'll be stayin' right here and nobody'll ever know where fancy-assed Jody Freeman is."
She couldn't help it, but she sobbed convulsively. Death was just a few feet and minutes away, if she was to believe the viciousness she saw in his eyes and the set of his bruised mouth.
"God, no, Clemson," she wept. "I'll do anything you ask, anything you want. Don't kill me?" She looked down at herself. Her tears washed down her face, through the dirt, and muddy droplets spattered on her breasts.
He was silent for a long time, but she didn't dare look at him. Finally, he laughed crudely. "You know, I kind of believe you. Yessir, I think you like the idea. I think that big buck nigger--in such a quick time--taught you to really like cock. Suckin' cock! Is that true?"
She couldn't meet his eyes, perceiving the lights of lust that blazed in them. There was a nausea in her guts and a gagging sensation in her throat. She nodded slowly. "It's a real fascinating thing," she lied, yet she kept her voice firm and intense.
"You like goin' down, on a guy and giving his hard cock a blow-job, huh?" Clemson muttered. His tone was incredulous, but Jody recognized rescue, at least momentarily.
"It's kind of strange to me," she said. "But I've thought about it a lot since--he made me do it to his--cock." That was all true. She had thought about it, but not with satisfaction, with disgust. "I think I could try that again and maybe-- probably--get to like it." She glanced at him warily. "Giving a blow-job." His eyes kindled a different kind of fire. "Not just any guy's prick," she said hastily. "Just yours, Clemson. Just suck your cock."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jody knew she had him swayed toward abandoning her burial alive, but there was no satisfaction it. She acknowledged the age-old, animal instinct of survival. Idly, fleetingly, she wondered how many people--women and men-down through history, had debased themselves, or allowed themselves to be degraded to keep on living.
She wouldn't let herself think about how many had been unable to rationalize surrender to carnal appetites and had gone insane--or committed suicide.
Clemson moved slightly across the hole from her and she glanced at him quickly. His eyes had narrowed as he stared at her nudity, posture of abject docility. She lowered her gaze and studied the slow tenting in his pants.
"You want the goodies I got in my yum-yum basket?" Clemson wheezed. She read a wavering between his original plan and his desire for her to follow through. And she knew she would have to make a move, or she would be tossed into the shallow trench and interred alive.
A quick look at his narrow, bony face prompted her to edge forward, grovel into and across the crude grave. Indecisively, she watched him brace his feet in the bottom of the hole, his bulging crotch less than a foot from her flushed face. She laid trembling hands on his thighs, fanned out her fingers, thumbs just inches from the clear, lewd outline of his genitals.
Jody reached for the beltless waistband of his pants and freed the button. The zipper slipped slightly and she saw black tendrils of his pubic hair. "Get a goin'," Clemson encouraged, leaning back and bracing his weight on stiffened arms.
She lifted the zipper tab and the fly of his pants parted with a faint hum of metal. She could see the bent crown of his upper penis. She sensed his tensing and hesitated a moment before unsnapping the waistband of his boxer shorts. Clemson lifted his bony rump from the side of the grave and she worked his clothing down to his knees and stared at his peter as it twitched and began to lift jerkily as it fattened and lengthened. The glans seemed to crawl from the foreskin, reminding her of a turtle extending its head from the skin bellows of its neck.
"By God, I think you have come around," Clemson sighed as she tentatively took the length of his rod in her right hand. "I had a feeling you had a streak of perversion in you. And you like cock-socked in your throat and up your snatch. You had a wild look in your eye when that nigger cornholed you, too. I gotta remember to hump my prick up your asshole. I like to ram it up a gal's butt and listen to her squall and beg for more cock in her guts."
Jody was numbly aware of a wilting of spirit and pride as she curled the fingers of both hands around his hardening shaft and began jacking him off rapidly, feeling his massive hunk of sex-meat achieve full length and girth. For a moment, she doubted she would be able to suck his prick because of its immense dimensions, but she remembered the size of the black's prodigious dong--and she had taken him.
Clemson's groaning was loud and erratic as she flogged his obscene meat, milking sex-lubrication from the snake's eye in the blunt glans. Resigned to what she must do and with determination to do it and have it done with, she inhaled deeply and plunged her wide open mouth down on his fuck-sensitive shaft.
Intuitively, she knew she had to continue titillating him as she gave him a blow-job and satisfied his perverted cravings. She swished her tongue around the plum-slick knob of his prick and sucked hard.
He moved his knees to crush her breasts flat against her ribs. "Go to it, cunt-slut," he groaned, "suck my cock 'til I fire a wad of jizz all the way into your stomach."
She moved her hands inside his Veed thighs and coddled his heavy, hair-matted balls. "Oooooo," she purred, hating herself, tasting the clear honey she vacuumed from his hose. She rolled his stony nuts around with both hands and stared, cross-eyed down the blood-veined length of his cock to the bristly bush of pubic brush. For a long moment, she watched as she began fucking her mouth avidly up and down on his shaft, the thick head bounding against her tonsil area and gouging into her throat.
There was grim satisfaction in the knowledge she had the demented man under control. "Lovely cock," Jody cooed, mouth-fucking her captor faster and faster. There was a rumble of revulsion in her guts and she yearned to have him done. "Come on, Clemson," she blubbered around his swollen, pulsating knob. "Cum! Shoot your jizz and we'll have a beer and you can give me a good fucking.
"And--corrrrrnhole me," she added defiantly, hoping to cement her survival from a lonely, unmarked grave somewhere, in these desolate mountains. Valiantly, she went down, down, down on his impaling cock, feeling she was being gored. More and more of his vibrating prick vanished into her face, burrowing its way into her gulping gullet. She milked his balls and let her tongue rasp the sensitive underside of his grotesque cock.
She sensed he was rapidly racing toward his enervating ejaculation and she mouth-fucked him vigorously. "I think I'm becoming a sex-hungry animal," and she growled with a gurgle as she gobbled his cock.
His howl of pleasure-pain alerted her to his approaching climax and she dived her mouth down on his expanding prick to take his gush of jizz far down her throat so she wouldn't have to taste it, have it spurting and spewing in her mouth. She resolved to keep sucking his prick until he pushed her away when her gulping his cock became pleasurably unbearable. She squeezed his balls and let him knee her off his dwindling tusk of flesh. Then she stood weakly, crawled from the hole and plodded toward the motor home.
She hard him stumbling after he.
"Get out two beers," he muttered. "And we'll fuck after while and get you liking having your asshole fucked and talk about getting out of here."
Instead of getting out the beer, Jody wordlessly got down two large tumblers, filled one a third full of vodka and the other more than half. She put in ice and filled the glasses with orange juice. With languid disinterest, she handed a glass to Clemson sitting in the driver's seat and kept the loaded one for herself. She took a large swallow bravely not looking at Clemson.
"Smart-dumb little bitch," he snorted, "dumping the booze in my drink to get me drunk to save your cunt and asshole from getting reamed."
She glanced at him briefly, unable to keep the look of contempt from her lips and eyes. She started to lift her glass again.
"Swap," Clemson growled. "Let's just trade drinks, Jody. You get snockered, not me. I'm sure you'd be just as good as fucking when you're stoned as when you're sober. As a matter of fact, I think it would loosen you up and your butt hole would be a real juicy, snug fuck."
She remained at the table and let him come to switch glasses. Covertly, she watched him curiously as he glared at her, tasted the drink. His grin twisted his lips into a smug curve. "You ain't so fuckin' clever."
"Hey, Babe," Clemson chanted; standing. Jody cowered into the dining nook, thinking that her deductions were all wrong, he was coming to plunder and gore her pussy and rectum right now.
"We agreed," Clemson started sluggishly, blinking his eyes against a fuzzing of vision, "that we would do whatever I said you would do. Got that? Don't forget I got that shovel and I can dig you another hole!"
Jody cringed, fear gnawing at her mind and turning her half-sick at her stomach. "When did you figure on pulling out of here?" she asked warily, timidly that he might flare with resentment over her wanting to leave.
"Ah, hell, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow sometime," he mused clumsily.
"Probably a good idea," she agreed softly, watching him spill drink down his chin as he lifted the glass drunkenly. And an hour later, she helped him to his bunk, swung his feet onto it and took his empty glass. "Gonna take a nap?" she asked sympathetically.
"Yeah. Yeah, guess so," he mumbled. "Wanta take off my pants and get at my cock? You can take it out and play with it and suck it. If you can blow-job it hard, you can top-ride it and have yourself a good fuck--even if I am too, too bombed to cum."
Jody stepped back, studying him. "No, I don't think so. I'll wait 'til you're in the mood and we can do it--you can get it hard and fuck me." And she closed the drapes over his bunk. He was already snoring.
Through the rest of the afternoon, Jody brooded about what she was becoming, how relatively easy it had been to crawl across that hole and go down on Bert Clemson. She was baffled, her conscience not provoking the condemnation and demoralizing agony she had experienced when she was forced, to suck the black's cock.
When the sun had lowered, throwing a blanket of deep shadow into the canyon, she quietly left the bus and strolled to the big rock and quiet pool. As she submerged her body into the cool water, she wondered how it was that a person's mind and body could be spiritually and physically resilient, able to blot out tragedy, after a passage of time. Objectively, she reasoned that she would be able to put this gloomy segment of her life behind her, if she ever got away from Clemson. The course she had to follow, she speculated logically, was do whatever she had to in order not to arouse his close-to-the-surface violence.
She would have to accept whatever he compelled her to do. Couldn't she do that? In order to thwart being beaten, even killed? Could he do anything more horrible to her than she had already absorbed? All he could do, she mused, was screw her again and again. And do it in her bowels. But the black man had done that and, surelv, Clemson's prick stabbing into her anal passage couldn't be any more painful and degrading than having her rear hole screwed by a black man. Hadn't his--cock--been thicker and a little longer? And if he insisted that she suck his prick again, hadn't she already done that? Some would say voluntarily, too, wouldn't they? And it hadn't hurt her, physically, plunging her mouth onto his powerful prick. Yes, it had sickened her and it would be a long time before she could bury the disgusting memory in some dark niche of her mind. But, wasn't that better than being dead and buried? Of course. Yes, she agreed wearily, concedingly, she could tolerate his assault on her pussy and her butt and her mouth with his lustful cock.
Then she pushed it from her mind, washed and went to bed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was weird. Jody felt that it was all a dream, that she was still asleep, or was in a trance. There was an eerie sensation that time had stood still. Even the full moon that loomed above the top of the Volkswagen bus didn't seem real.
Hazily, she glanced around at the others. Clemson loafed in his chair, hand on the heavy pipe of meat down his left leg, ogling Rita's splendid tits that seemed to float as her body lurched coitally as she fucked her cunt into the face of her son.
She had gotten the calves of her legs up over his frail shoulders and had tugged the dress into a wad across her belly and Jody could see her naked legs and the boy's head bobbing between her parted thighs. Occasionally, when he paused for breath and a new assault on her snatch, Jody could see the wet, red-tinged gash and the gaping, fluttering entry to her sex hole.
Slowly, as if in slow motion, as if she were hypnotized, her gaze drifted to Laurie. Her eyes widened as she stared at the lithe creature, standing superbly naked in the middle of the spread blankets, beckoning to her.
Laurie turned slowly, around and around, showing off her saucily rounded bottom, tiny waist with tufts of blondish hair in a copious bush across her poochy mound and lower tummy. Her titties jutted proudly, obliquely from her heaving chest.
"I need a cunny to love and a cock to fuck," Laurie said plaintively. "Come on, Jody, let me sucky your pussy?"
Jody shook her head, but leaned forward in the chair, an exciting and exhilarating naughty anticipation all but consuming her feverish brain. She was about to lurch from the chair, but slumped back. "Go on," Clemson encouraged, voice very soft.
She cowered away as Laurie swaggered toward her, pleading in her eyes. Jody heard herself laughing nervously, and didn't believe it was all happening. "Noooo?'? she whimpered as Laurie rested her hands on the arm rests of the chair. "No, no, no," she said quickly, her voice muffled as Laurie kissed her surprised mouth, slithered her tongue inside and sucked on Jody's lips.
"Ooooohhhh," Jody crooned, mind troubled. She stiffened from the sensuous convulsion of pleasure deep in her tummy. No! Not in her tummy. In her pussy channel, as if it were opening for a huge cock to be funneled to the balls in her twat.
"Please go sit down," Jody pleaded, seeming unable to escape Laurie's hungry, demanding mouth and the heady French-kiss.
She trembled with alternate chills and flashes of heat as Laurie tenderly cupped her palms over her twin cones of beauty. She was aware of her toes dancing, her feet sliding apart so the naked girl could stand closer, press a knee into her crotch, against the puffiness of her cunny that seemed to be emanating a withering heat.
Under the kneading of Laurie's hands, her hard titties tingled deliriously. "Oooooohhh-Aaaaahhhh," she sighed as her nipples were tweaked and Laurie blew her hot, sweet breath into her mouth.
Jody fought against the trembling in her legs and the lurching of her butt as she involuntarily curved her crotch out for firmer contact between her torrid pussy lips and Laurie's insistent knee. Her mouth was wide open--as wide as it had been to receive and devour Clemson's cock--as Laurie lanced her tongue in and out, tickling her palate.
Slowly she closed her teeth on Laurie's tongue for a moment, then stabbed her on tongue into Laurie's suctioning mouth.
Instinctively, her hands moved to lay on the flare of Laurie's bare hips, fingers massaging at the upper flange of her buttocks, thumbs pressing into the softness of her belly. She liked the scratchy sensation caused by Laurie's knee grinding the kinky pubic hair into her cuntal mouth and against her love mat.
It increased her intense inner heat and she lifted her feet to bow her calves over Laurie's hips, wishing she had her panties off. Little darts of lightning stabbed through her as Laurie titillated her swollen clitoris.
"Come on the blanket, Jody," Laurie cooed, taking her hands. "I'll love you rice. You have a hot, wet furrow and I'll make your joy box explode with my tongue and lips. I'll fuck you into a neat cum with my tongue and fingers. Ever had a tongue in your sweet little asshole?"
Jody let Laurie lead her to the blankets, ease her down, onto her back. "Now, let me get your panties off, Honey. And this darned old shirt so I can get my naked body to yours and tittie to tittie." She stole away her skivvies and the shirt and kissed Jody wet-mouthed. Jody curled her arms around her neck as Laurie sucked her tittie-tips. "Oooh, Jesus," Jody sighed in delicious torment, thighs flying apart as Laurie found her rut and hole and began finger-fucking her.
"Ah, good, good, hot pussy," Laurie gurgled happily, getting another finger into Jody's cunny. She pressed a thumb on her fun button. "I'm gonna give you a wonderful clit-fit in a second."
There was a squishy sound created by Laurie's fingers fucking in and out of her and Jody gasped for breath against a smothering sensation of the naked girl stretched out atop her, their furry pussy carpets rubbing together.
"Aaaagggghhhh," Jody panted as Laurie moved so she could concentrate on sucking her titties. The twin sex-play provoked delicious tingling shocks in her naval that darted through her loins to crackle deep in her fluttering cunny and tits that seemed swollen to the bursting point.
Dumbly, she was aware of Laura slithering around on her and she lifted her face to stare at the other's rounded buttocks, the deep, shadowy crease between the smooth cheeks and the hair fringed pouch that sagged slightly from her crotch.
"Oooohhhh, God," Jody whimpered as Laurie adjusted her face against her snatch, fingers forking the thick, hot petals apart so she could plow her tongue from the tingling clit to her bubbling anal entry, to her itching asshole.
Jody's ass bucked as Laurie pried fingers into the crack of her butt and dived a finger of each hand deep into her fiery rectal furnace.
There was a series of sensual explosions deep in her canal, little answering echoes of pop-pops in the upper pinch of her pussy furrow.
Jody's eyes were wide and staring at the other's gaping cunt just inches from her face. "I can feel your asshole and pussy bang-banging good around my fingers and my tongue," Laurie gloated, voice muffled as she buried her face in Jody's sex-slicked, passion-greased cunt gash.
Her knees bent, feet coming against the cheeks of her ass so she could lift her butt and press her passion-glutted twat to the avid girl's hungry mouth. Jody thought she could hear the sound of rolling thunder, but it was the exciting explosion of orgasm rumbling through her bowels and her pussy. What a heavenly, wonderful feeling, having another girl's fingers screwing in her ass and her tongue slithering in and out of her torrid twat.
"Oh, oh, OOOHHHH," she yelped, butt bucking joyously as the two fingers cornholed her butt and the tongue ate out her seething snatch.
Consternation fluttered through her as she looked up and saw Clemson standing above her face, naked from the waist down. She had a momentary fright he was going to stop Laurie, stop her joyful sojourning into sexual heaven.
"Hold still, Jody," he said softly. "Don't move."
Jody moved to curl- her arms around Laurie's waist, above her hips as Clemson knelt above her face. His heavy, sagging balls brushed her chin, her lips. She stared as Clemson held his huge hard on and jockeyed it to point into Laurie's gaping slot.
She watched Clemson hunch his cock forward, driving the head deep into Laurie's body. The wild, tempestuous scream from Laurie's surprised mouth was muffled in her pussy. She felt Clemson's hands at Laurie's flanks and he hammered his massive cock up her snatch.
And she stared, fascinated, mouth gaping as she watched Clemson fuck the cock to the girl atop her who was sucking frantically at her pussy. And Laurie's body began to work and her words began to make sense.
"Oh, I'm getting it. Oooohhhh, fuck me! I need a cock in my cunt. I'm going crazy. But I have a wonderful prick fucking me. Hurry faster and give me a good cocking up the starving snatch. Gouge your cock in deep and fuck my pussy into heaven."
Jody curled a leg at the back of Laurie's neck and forced her face deep into her cuntal gash as she spiraled into another climax, watching all the time as Clemson fucked away at the girl, driving his massive cock in and out of her ravenous pussy. He continued to saw away at her even after he loosed a torrent of jizz in her snatch and it trickled out to drip onto Jody's lips.
"Oh, God, good," Laurie bleated, "keep on fucking me while I cum."
Jody saw a convulsion at the base of Clemson's masterful rod and knew he was about to unload his jizz. Then he jerked it out of Laurie's pussy and buried it in her bowels. Laurie screamed shrilly at the impalement. Clemson's huge nuts rode high in their sac and Jody could see, clearly, his monstrous trunk stuck up the frail girl's asshole, the ring stretched into a fearful O around the hair-fringed slit.
"Go ahead and fuck my ass! Cornhole me good! Piss in me!"
Jody was aware of movement at Laurie's head.
"Get your face away," she heard Rita command Laurie, "I brought the big dildo to give her a jolt up the snatch."
Laurie's face left her slot and she felt a big prod plowing around in her syrupy groove. Instinctively, she knew it--whatever it was--was huge. Instantly her mind thought of the giant Negro and his mammoth harpoon.
"Your big one," she heard Laurie murmur, tone almost one of awe. "Think she can handle the big, fake prick?"
Jody murmured with apprehension, yet was aware of pleasant nuances of passion pulsing in her hot vulva. Trepidation prompted her to draw her thighs together, but her knees were levered apart and the pressure of the phallus was relentless in her groove, nudging at her convulsing cavity.
She squalled loudly as she felt the end of it positioned firmly at the entry to her body. Although she could see it clearly, she was unconcerned as Clemson began extracting his spent pecker from Laurie's rear chute.
"Hold her steady," Rita murmured.
Jody tried to kick out with her feet and knees, but Laurie looped her arms around and in under her thighs, elevating her bottom end, arching her split to Rita's convenience. From the sensation, she knew the massive tool was being wobbled around in her gash, like an augur to increase the size of a hole.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-Oooooooh, God'" she wailed as ruthless penetration was made.
"Got it lodged inside her," she heard Rita gloat. "Look at the way her snatch gasket is stretched."
"Twist it around and around," Laurie suggested. "You like that part when I fuck you with it."
Jody had the weird sensation she was a pinwheel and the axle ran through her cunt. "Aaaaiiiii-eeeee," Jody cried as her body was invaded deeper and deeper.
"Makes her little brown asshole pucker and bulge," Rita purred.
Jody felt a creeping sense of humiliation as her twat was violated and the two strange women could observe the effects of their lascivious actions and abuses of her body. Yet, there was a kindling of heated pleasure in her cavern.
"Use both hands on the handle," Laurie urged, "and sink it in her."
Jody's body arched from a painful gouge of the tool; the knob rasped her cervix and skidded on its way toward her womb. A momentary tendency to faint left her more keenly attuned to the grotesque bloating of her tube. And she began to bleat unintelligibly as sharper twinges of pleasure flashed through her loins.
"She's got it all," Rita panted and Jody felt gentle fingers tracing around the impaling phallus, tickling the thick outer lips of her pussy, pressing against the pooching of her itching asshole. "Hold her, now. Don't let her kick away from you. Sit on her face and let her gulp and guzzle your snatch. I'm gonna trip the switch."
"Nooooo," Jody complained, but Laurie's shins held her head and in an instant the top-riding girl had her steaming snatch over her mouth and nose like a pouch.
A tingling vibration hit her like a bolt of lightning, then she heard a low, persistent, angry buzz emanating from between her raised, spread legs.
"Sit on her good and turn her legs loose," Rita said.
Jody screamed shrilly as her legs were released, her butt bumped to the blanket. But her feet instantly kicked high into the air as the thing buried deep in her twat buzzed and vibrated and squirmed and seemed to crawl like a trapped snake in her clutching cunt.
She kicked her feet mightily, but could not dislodge the instrument from her hole. Sensations, akin to pain, were like sheet lightning flashing throughout her belly, seeming to snap in her rectum and her vagina.
Again, there was the feeling of being on the edge of swooning, but the pleasure-pain was becoming excruciatingly wonderful. Her body, from the waist down, was rocking and buffeting against the dildo imbedded nine inches in her cunt. Tears flooded from her blinking eyes as she careened into a violent climax and before it could run its course, she was hurled into an echoing orgasm that produced a crazed turbulence in her brain.
There were flickers of resentment that the buzzing and vibration of the artificial prick wouldn't let up and let her revel in the rumbling, roaring climaxing. Instead, she was tossed and tumbled into one spasm of pleasure after another, each more intense and enervating than the last.
After a time, the vibrating and buzzing of the instrument stopped, but it was left implanted deep in her throbbing twat. Laurie eased from her and she weakly lifted her head to see Clemson mount the large woman after tossing her dress up on her back.
"Hceeeey!" Rita yelped. She inhaled loudly and bent her head to the ground, bracing herself on her elbows. "Yeah, Bert," Rita moaned, "that's it. Up my asshole--deep and mean. Ooohhh, yeeees, cornhole me fast."
Jody could hear the sloggy sound of Clemson's prick socking away in the tall woman's butt hole, his balls slapping against her ample snatch.
"Come on, Kid," Clemson muttered. And Jody watched Milo shuffle around the knotted couple. He dropped to his knees, lifted his mother's head by a handful of hair and shafted his prick deep into his mother's mouth, fucking away at her face like a depraved animal.
Slowly, reality returned to Jody and she listened, appalled, as Clemson asked, "Rita, what kind of booze was that?" as he continued pounding and hammering his prick brutally into her sucking asshole.
Rita laughed, a tone of hysterical glee. "Just plain old red wine in a fancy bottle. Power of suggestion--and the desire to get fucked turns the trick every time."
Chilled with humiliation, Jody sat up, found her wadded panties and Clemson's shirt. She staggered away toward the Winnebago. She turned once to watch the big, deceitful woman being fucked in the butt by Clemson and the mouth by her son. She squatted slightly and yanked the fake prick from her cunt and hurled it into the darkness.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Her senses were immune to their snickering, pointing fingers and crude remarks. She didn't care that they could ogle her so recently gored pussy, see Clemson's thick, creamy cum draining from her still-seething cunny.
There was a stirring of attention and resentment as she saw the boy drop the empty beer bottle and shuffle out of the doorway of the Volks and amble forward timidly. She did cross her thighs over her exposed crotch as he arched his head back and emitted a wavering "Ooooo-eeeeeeee."
"Oh-oh," Rita chortled, "Milo is getting the scent like any good pointer-dog."
Apprehension flared in Jody as Milo padded toward her, letting his tongue loll, making animal panting noises. "He's a pedigreed-bastard hound," Rita snorted and snuffled as the youth continued toward her, making whining and whimpering sounds.
"All fours," Laurie choked on her amusement.
Jody shot Clemson a questioning, imploring look and cowered mentally as the boy suddenly unbuttoned both galluses and let the overalls fall to his feet, kicked them off and stood before them all, stark naked, young genitals ample and promising as his penis lengthened and raised jerkily as she watched.
Jody waved for Clemson's attention. "Clemson," she cried softly, her heart hammering, breath catching in her throat as the youth lowered himself to hands and knees and waddled toward her, gyrating his bottom end in imitation of a dog inviting kindness and attention.
"Be a sport, Jody," Clemson cackled, an ominous note in his voice. "Now, I'm telling you to cooperate!"
Jody wanted to plant her feet on his shoulders and kick him away as he came up to her. She worked her feet back under the chair instead. Everyone was laughing, but his whining didn't amuse her. She glared at him with disgust and mistrust.
He laid his face on her bare thigh, just above the knee, as if encouraging her caress. "Rub his ears, Jody," Laurie laughed as Milo whined.
"He smells your woman--er, female�scent," Rita yelp-yelped. "She's a fine bitch, Milo," she added, "should throw a fine litter."
Milo would have lapped his tongue over her hand, but Jody moved it, wanting to slap him hard, but feared Clemson's reaction.
When he missed her hand, he licked his tongue up her thigh, using his nose to push at the hem of the shirt. Cold chills darted up her thigh, all the way into her tummy. To her dismay, there was a quaking and warmth deep inside her, where Clemson had fired off his pecker in her a few minutes before.
"Noooo," she protested as Milo pawed at her legs, getting the shirt to divide across her crossed thighs.
"Goddamn you, cooperate, Jody," Clemson swore at her.
For a minute, she considered the situation, saw no escaping. Sulkily, she uncrossed her legs and again thrust her feet back under the chair.
Milo pawed at the shirt front with both hands, fingers together to emulate an animal's feet. And she angrily broke the snaps, tugged off the shirt and tossed it away. "I hate you, Clemson," she snarled at him.
With face downcast, she watched the boy, snuggle his face between her parted thighs, sniffing at her, blowing his breath at the puffy labia of her womanhood.
She shuddered as his tongue lapped her inner thighs, closer and closer to her feverish snatch. "Ah-ah-ah," she gasped as he poked his nose against it, waggled it around, putting more and more pressure on the pulpy flesh of her fruit. Needles of agitation began in her clit and stung her fluttery entry.
She didn't dare glance at the others, knowing they would recognize her lack of control, could read the involuntary shudders of unbidden pleasure she was experiencing.
Her knees fanned wider as Milo flailed his tongue across the thick petals, teasing the coarse hair, tugging it with his teeth. "Oooohhhh," she sighed, her butt bucking ever-so-slightly.
"Wheeeeee!" Rita shrieked with depraved glee as Jody let her cunny arch upward to his exploring mouth, so he could lick his tongue up and down through her hot vulva that was becoming passion-greased.
"She's getting hotter and hotter," Laurie chirped.
Mournfully, Jody was aware that she was right. Her vision was blurring, eyes glazing. She moved her thighs together to capture the youth's face, keeping it snug against her sticky vulva.
"Ooooohhh, goddamn," Jody whimpered as his lapping tongue sent throbbing thrills deep into her vagina. Her hips lurched as he concentrated on pressing his nose against her clit that had emerged from the little fleshy sheath and was tingling and itching, sending wild, delicious sparks through her loins.
He fumbled under his chin, fingers exploring in her crack. "No-no-no-no--Not that. Don't stick your fingers in my butt hole. Please?" Hesitantly, she said, "It's okay, if you want to put them in the front�finger-fuck me, though."
There was triumphant laughter from those watching, but she wouldn't look up. Dazed, she noticed that her breasts seemed to be swelling, growing tumescent and feverish, the tips bloating.
"Oooooooo," Jody cooed, scooting her fanny forward so the youth could dabble his tongue into her torrid hole. By scooting forward, she could spread her thighs wider and the youth responded by diving his narrow face into her groove, was able to thrust more of his tongue up her.
Instead of revolting her, Milo's loud snuffling and slobbering served to increase her own excitement. She could almost visualize the head of a big, friendly dog with his muzzle between her Veed thighs, eating and licking at her aggravated pussy.
She could stop the convulsive trembling of her legs, her feet danced erratically as he brought her out, out, out.
"Woweeeeee," she gasped as he ran his tongue from her itching asshole to dabble at her distended clit. Then he was back at her rectal cleavage, dabbing his tongue at her protruding, passion-inflated anus.
She looked down and watched with eerie fascination as his tongue lapped up her cunny-run, slurping greedily, lewdly. Unbidden, her fingers went between her legs and spread the outer lips of her pussy so he could swab his tongue freely at her fun-glutted cunt-slash.
"Woweeeee," she howled, her ass bucking and bumping as her mind turned dizzy with delight. Ruefully, she admitted she liked it, wanted it--wanted more than just what he was doing to her. He sent her into a quavering climax by getting her inner petals between his teeth and sucking on them.
She gripped the arms of the chair as her whole body shuddered under the violence of her cum. If she could have reached him, she would have fondled his balls and took his prick in both of her hands and jacked him off--even gone down on him and sucked him, if they could have gotten into a head-to-toe, head-to-toe position.
After she came out of the orgasm, Jody groveled forward, put her hands on Milo's thin shoulders. "Just a minute," she whispered, "it'll be okay. It'll be better--for you--for us." She stood shakily, stepped over him and stumbled toward the blankets still spread on the ground.
She hesitated only a moment, then lowered herself to elbows and knees, presenting her ass to him. She looked back past her naked body and saw him swing toward her, hard cock and husky young balls swaying obscenely. She waggled her ass buns invitingly at him.
And he came to her on all fours, ran his face into the widened, flattened valley between her curvy ass loaves. She sighed with pleasure and anticipation as he pressed his nose against her heated asshole. She felt faint as he licked his tongue through her crack, lashing and laving her rounded bottom.
He ran his tongue up out of her crack, up her spine, sending delectable tremors along every nerve fiber, seeming to crackle electrically in her hanging boobies. In anticipation of receiving, she pushed her feet apart, keeping her rump presented to him. She scooted her knees forward until they were in light contact with her plump breasts.
"Do it quick," Jody said plaintively, voice low and guttural, expectant of the youth's prick penetrating her famished pussy--or even tier asshole.
"Jody, you're gonna find out what it would be like to be screwed by a dog," she dully heard Laurie pipe across the short space that separated the others from her and the boy on the rumpled blankets. "Get your rear around a little so we can see him plunder the prick into you."
"Atta boy, Milo," his mother cackled as he urged her body around to improve their angle of vision.
"Oh, God," Jody whimpered as he planted his lips around her anus and sucked voraciously. She hunched her butt back to retain the pressure, reveling in the glorious sensation of the tip of his tongue stabbing for entry to her bowels.
She braced herself as he squirmed his body up over her supple, sweaty back. "Ooooh, gooooodddd," she cooed as his hands caressed her smooth skin, dipped under to cup her aching titties. She moved her head so she could watch him as he gently, then roughly mauled her conical melons. A squeal of eagerness whistled softly through her nose as she positioned her head so she could peer back at him, see his manly genitals swaying below and just beyond her heaving belly.
"Gonna do it to me soon?" she whimpered in sexual torment. "You about ready to give it to me? Your cock looks so beautiful and inviting. Won't you�please�hurry? Can you feel I'm all ready and eager for you and--your magnificent cock?"
She shivered expectantly as he shuffled up to her offered receptacles. Then a feeling of exasperation rippled through her as he hunched ineffectively, tossing his heavy, lust-laden cock at her gaping little pouch.
"Can't you use a hand to aim it?" she asked petulantly, scowling as his dripping prick swung up to slap her tummy, then flop with a wet splat into the crack of her ass. "Come on," she wheedled, wiggling her ass, rotating it, raising and lowering it, trying to catch his swinging dong.
With patience at an end, she knifed an arm down under her belly, found his fat dick, lifted it and socked it into her rut, against her feverish opening. When he hesitated, she gave a mighty hunch of her ass and succeeded in getting the big knob of his cock socked away in her pussy.
"Ooooohhhh, Jesus," she purred as her fuck-muscles went to work on Milo's sex-prod. "Give it to me. Get it in me, Milo," she gurgled, pushing her ass back just as he rammed forward and she caught the full thrust of his bludgeon in her frantic twat, his heavy balls slapping soggily against her sweaty belly and Venus mound.
She trembled as he pumped her full of cock, skewering her cunt so deep she thought he had torn her. She laughed shakily, "I knob I got all your big pussy-monster. Get to goin' and fuck it to me, Milo."
She heard him grunt and fart as he began drilling cock into her cunt. Just as she was beginning to rejoice in his rabbit-like rhythm, he banged her hole full of cock and began jizzing her insides full.
Tears sprang to her eyes and sobs of disappointment mewled from her gaping mouth. But he kept her embraced and picked up the tempo again after gunning his first load of cum into her ravenous snatch.
"Ohhhh, pound it to me," she squalled, "gouge my pussy full of cock. Fuck me deep! Fuck me fast some more." She was pleased her dirty words of encouragement had the desired effect as he pummeled prick to her as fast as he could. He was grunting and huffing and sweating over her, laboring mightily to cram prick into her pussy.
There was appreciative clapping and hoorawing behind them as she found his coital rhythm and they began cumming together. Slock-slock; squish-squish; snock-snock, an orchestration of rampant sex, two young people fucking frantically, both screaming and squalling in their carnal reveling.
Then it was over. Numbly they mounted each other, head-to-toe, belly-to-belly and he licked out her cunny while she tongued their juices from his quivering cock.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jody had no recollection of returning to the lonely privacy of the Winnebago. But her physical senses were alive and she still ached and throbbed from the sexual ganging of her body by Clemson and the boy, Milo.
Deep remorse began to set in as she opened a bottle of beer to slack a dry thirst--as if she could ever wash away the taste of sucking cock. No more, she brooded, than she could ever erase the memory of wanton surrender or acquiescence to depravity and lust.
Shrieks of laughter reached her and she frowned as she watched the kid prancing and strutting and frolicking, still naked, his genitals flopping, a ludicrous reminder that not too long ago he had been plying his now lumber snake into her craven cunny and she had willingly gone down on him and licked and sucked their combined coital juices from his organ and balls.
A new panic seized her as she watched Clemson disappear behind the small bus. And what were the others doing? Some kind of derision had been made and they were quickly breaking camp, stowing the card table, the blankets and chairs and taking down the awning.
A grim resolution settled firmly in her frantic mind. She would not go willing to the grave he was digging and be buried alive as he had threatened her. She felt sick as she thought of the humiliation of those two women and the boy watching and gloating as Clemson threw her in the hole and began shoveling rock and dirt over her.
If he shot her with the pistol, then buried her, it wouldn't be the same as being buried alive and watching others watch her go to an agonizing death.
The pistol?
Her breath caught painfully in her throat and she scurried forward and yanked open the compartment where she had seen it. And it was still there, under the road maps.
With trembling hands, she fumbled it from the compartment and studied it with dread and revulsion. For a minute or so, she turned the muzzle to her face and peered at the dull roundness of the loads in the cylinder. The bore seemed ominously large, she thought as she squinted at it, unblinking, with fascination.
She laid the pistol beside the sink while she opened another bottle of beer. New panic fed her desperation as she saw Clemson round the Volkswagen, the shovel on his shoulder.
He had finished his digging, hadn't he? Jody grabbed the pistol, her eyes searching frantically around the interior of the bus. Then she held the barrel at the open throat of the shirt and let it fall down between her breasts, caught in place by the tail of the shirt tied around her middle.
The two women and the boy were loading' up, preparing to pull out. Clemson was strolling toward her. Someone called out to him and he turned, waved. "Yeah," he yelled back, "I'll see you all later."
So, Jody thought, the boy had been right. Clemson was considering joining them. And it didn't sound like she was in his plans. One thing, though, they wouldn't be there to watch him bury her. Maybe they didn't have the stomach for that.
As he approached the Winnebago, she thought frantically of what to say to him. Impulsively, she opened a bottle of beer to offer him. When it came time for dying, she reasoned, every delay possible was sought by the doomed.
She heard the dull thud of the shovel handle as Clemson stood it against the bus. Then he heaved himself inside. She held the beer out to him at arms length.
She winced as he stared at her. Finally, he took the beer. "Yeah. Okay. I like it," he grunted. "The way you tied up the shirt. Really leaves everything hang out but your tits. They don't matter, though, as long as your ass is bare and you're ready for plowing up the cunt and in the butt."
She couldn't look at his face, pressed her bare bottom against the sink cabinet. "You finished digging."
"Yes. Yes, I did. Not too deep though. Hit a layer of lava rock, I 'spose."
A shallow grave, Jody thought with misery. "You going to join up with them?"
"I gave it some thought."
"And your thoughts didn't include me," she said dismally.
She looked at him straight for the first time since he had stepped into the Winnebago. There was an evil, contemptible glitter in his eyes as he squinted at her. "But the hole you dug and me were in your thoughts," she yelled at him, a touch of desperation and madness in her voice.
He drank deeply from the bottle, his eyes on her face. Then he began laughing, the sound becoming an unbearable din in the bus.
"That hole? Oh, Jesus Christ," he choked. "You are the goddamnedest gullible little split-tailed slut I ever saw," he ridiculed her. "You really thought I was digging your grave--again. Hell, that was just a hole for them to bury their garbage."
Jody experienced a momentary sense of relief, then loathing for him and his perverted humor almost blinded her. She was about to scream all the hate-things she could think of at him. But an unpredictable calm settled in her mind.
She forced a smile, "Clemson, you had me frantic. I hate you for that--and all the other things. But I'm relieved that you were digging for me."
His laughter was mocking and belittling.
"They're gone now?" Jody managed. When he nodded, she said softly, "That was a terrible experience. I could kill you--all of you."
He laughed again. "Sure, you could. Why don't you go ahead?"
Glumly, yet defiantly, she thought: Why not?
"I could try for some channel catfish, maybe some bass," Clemson said, shrugging, staring at her nudity. "Maybe, though, you'd rather make a meal of eel-like you did with that kid, Milo."
"Whaaaaat?" she muttered, then reddening as she understood. "Now?" she asked softly, a change coming over her as she stared at the rounded tenting of genitals in his pants. As if her thoughts were dictated by something or someone outside herself, she added, "If you want to. Want me to give you a blow-job before we fix supper?" A boldness grew in her and the thought took more definite shape. "I'll suck your cock, if you want me to."
Clemson grinned broadly, lasciviously, his eyes seemed riveted to her mouth. "All right," he said amiably. "Want me to sit in the driver's seat? At the dinette--like when you sucked that nigger's cock?"
Jody shook her head. "No; how about in back, where I sleep? Why don't you go on back and I'll follow you and give you a juicy cock-sucking?"
She remained immobile as he stripped and padded past her, starch already beginning to stiffen his penis. Jody hesitated a minute, feeling no remorse. Who would really miss her, if she dropped from society? Uncle Fletcher? He would be okay and shrug it off. The world of sports? Not for long. And she had never made any close friends who would mourn for her, regret she wasn't with them.
There was just a trace of tears in her eyes as she turned to follow Clemson to the rear of the bus. Her steps dragged and she thought, fleetingly, of running from the bus and running as far as she could, as fast as she could. Instead, she lowered herself--physically and mentally--and crawled toward him where he waited, sitting on the edge of the bunk, legs spread wide, grotesque, obscenely, ready and waiting for her ministrations.
"Yeah, Babe," Clemson admired, "I think you finally came around to this sex scene; really like fucking and sucking cock."
Her eyes wavered from his glutinous face to his bared genitals. "Yeah," she said vacantly, settling herself, buttocks on her heels, between his hairy thighs.
For just a moment, she hesitated, then cupped his heavy balls, lifted his half-hard prick and closed her mouth down on it, sucking enticingly. "Nice cock," she mumbled. "Big and juicy prick-knob," she slurped her tongue around it.
She squeezed her left hand around his big balls and unsnapped the front of the shirt. She reached into it and found the butt of the pistol. She glug-glugged loudly, going far down on his stiffening prick as she cocked the hammer.
Clemson groaned with pleasure as she mauled his balls around in their thick-skinned sac.
Jody lined up his balls mentally. With her eyes on his as she began mouth-fucking him slowly, she brought up the gun. "Just the first serve," she winked, squirreling her tongue about the twitching head of his cock.
And she fired, sending the .32 caliber bullet through both of his balls. It passed just below the base of his prick and deep into his bowels.
She sat back, ignoring the spurting and spewing of his blood. He fell back, screaming. And she sat there, patiently watching and listening to him die. "Second serve," she said calmly, lifting the pistol. "Clemson, the score is thirty-love," she said, lifting the pistol and pulling the trigger the second time, the muzzle against her right temple.
