An Erotic Juggalo Odyssey Ep 02 Ch 03

DISCLAIMER

: This story is in no way endorsed by or affiliated with the Insane Clown Posse or Psychopathic Records. It is NOT implied that ICP or any real persons mentioned in this story are depicted accurately or condone the behaviors portrayed. It also does not attempt to define or exemplify the Juggalo lifestyle. There are Juggalos of all races, all classes, all genders, and all sexual orientations, and this story is only meant to reflect a small, fictional group within that larger whole.

Recap

:

Liz and Matt are at the

Southern Nevada Crazy F#$*ing HorrorCore Fest

to enjoy some Juggalo-style music and to meet up with a potential ride to the Gathering. When they find their contact, Red Dawg, instead of talking ride logistics, she takes them to a corner of the park where an impromptu circle jerk/bukkake is in full swing. As the cumming finishes, Matt and Liz realize that the girl reveling in the middle of it all is going to be their driver. Now the talk of arrangements begins...

EPISODE 2: HOT TICKET

Chapter 3: Securing the Ride

DOC MITCHELL MEMORIAL FAIRGROUNDS

GOODSPRINGS, NEVADA

"Real name's Kathy," the woman said, extending her hand to Liz. "But they call me KrustyPi because I got a real hard-on for Juggalo jizz, as you probably already figured out. Can't get enough of it."

Liz hesitated before shaking her hand, remembering all the cum and cocks Kathy had been handling with it only moments ago. She knew it hadn't been washed yet, but she reluctantly followed Matt's brazen lead and shook it anyway, ignoring the soppy stickiness she felt when she pressed her palm against the girl's.

"I usually offer a hug to family, but that might get messy," Kathy laughed. Her red 'Krusty' tattoo slickly shimmered in the sunlight, and she had wet spots dotted all over her shirt and pants that she seemingly relished in, rubbing her fingers over them again and again at every chance she got. She carried her soaked

NEeD CUm! PLeaZe heLP!

cardboard sign in her free hand, driblets falling from it every now and then at irregular intervals, and Liz didn't want to even think about the jizz that was spread throughout her hair and pigtails.

Next to Kathy, Erin shook her head as she looked the girl up and down. "I don't think I'd hug you right now either, ninja," Erin said, "but you know I love ya."

"I know."

Kathy winked at Erin and before sucking on a finger that had scooped up a clump of cum from the side of her shirt.

"And this is my husband, Kevin," Erin said as she motioned to the large man next to her, "whose stellar performance you also got to witness."

Kevin nodded his large head sheepishly while staring at the ground. "They call me kiLLaNuggZ," he mumbled without looking up.

"They sure do. He got his name from his party trick." Erin smiled. "He may have a micro-dick, but you gotta see his balls before making any snap judgments," she said proudly.

"They're huge," Kathy quickly agreed. "And they carry a monstrous load, as you no doubt saw."

Liz wondered what kind of relationship the three of them had. Erin's husband had just jacked off onto Kathy and now Kathy was talking about his balls as if she knew them as intimately as his wife did. Liz speculated they might be a triad or threesome couple. At the very least, Erin and Kevin's marriage seemed open.

"Show 'em, Kev," Erin insisted, nudging him impatiently with her elbow.

Kevin shifted his weight uncomfortably and took off his cap. He ran his fingers through his greasy, thinning hair and replaced the hat while mumbling, "They don't want to see that. We ain't even drinking right now."

"He usually only pulls 'em out when everyone's drunk, he means."

"That's alright," Matt said. "Maybe another time when we've had some beers."

"No," Erin insisted again. "We're already talking about 'em. You gotta check 'em out now. You'll be sorry if you don't." Her voice grew stern as she turned to the obese man. "Show them your balls, Kevin. Don't be a little pussy-fuck all your life."

There was an uncomfortable silence as Kevin paused and eventually nodded solemnly, eyes still glued to the ground. He took a deep breath, then, like before, he struggled to get his arms under his large gut to reach his belt. After a few moments of hassle, he managed to pop the ax-shaped buckle, and the belt opened again. Now that she was much closer than before, Liz noticed that the button at the waist was missing and there was no zipper on the pants. This allowed them to easily drop once the belt was released. They caught on his thick knees, and Kevin took another deep breath.

He reached for the band of his underwear, looking much more obviously tattered and dirty at this proximate distance -- Liz even spied some yellow piss stains around the crotch -- and he shuffled them down with no small effort. First, his tiny dick popped out. It was about the thickness of Liz's pinkie finger and maybe only half the length.

Liz's eyes widened, and she focused intently on the minuscule member. A strong urge to touch it suddenly washed over her, but it wasn't a sexual urge. It was more of a desire to make physical contact with the curiosity, to make sure it was actually flesh and blood as she had never seen such a tiny cock before. It looked like it belonged on a doll or an action figure. It was somewhat comical when compared to the hulking figure that surrounded it. Kevin was not only obese, but he was also very tall -- easily taller than the rest of the group. Liz guessed at least 6'5", if not more. To see such a small cock on a large man was beyond bizarre, almost sideshow-like. She wondered if he'd ever thought of joining a circus...

Kevin bent forward and struggled a little more with his underwear as if he was having a hard time getting it any lower -- he probably was as his body's enormous girth kept getting in the way. After a few seconds though, it was obvious that he wasn't trying to pull them down any further. He was simply pulling his nut-sack out and over the top of the underwear to display it.

He opened his hand and let the fleshy sack swing down over the front of his drawers and stood tall to allow everyone a clear look.

Liz and Matt were impressed. The sack was a little larger than the size of Matt's fist, but of course wrinkly and hairy. While it was probably one of the largest sacks either one of them had seen before, it wasn't as freakishly large as they had expected. It was simply a healthy sized sack that seemingly fit the large-sized body it was attached to. What made it unique and odd was that when compared to the tiny dick that rested on top of it, it appeared completely out of place and larger than it actually was. Liz thought that his cock looked like a jellybean resting on top of a large softball. She'd never get that image out of her head, she told herself the second she thought it.

"What do you think?" asked Erin.

"That's a nice sized scrote," Matt replied.

"Probably the biggest I've seen," Liz agreed before adding, "aside from some of that goofy, strange shit you only find on the Internet. Probably photo-shopped though."

Erin smiled from ear to ear and winked. "Time for the other one, Kev."

With that, Kevin reached down again and stuffed his hand back into his underwear. He fumbled a bit, and then Liz and Matt's jaws dropped in unison as he produced his second testicle from his drawers. The sack they had seen and were impressed with was only half of his scrotum. Now the whole thing was out and both balls dangled free against his briefs, more than doubling the size of the sack.

"Oh my god!" Liz squealed.

"You gotta be shittin' me," Matt gasped as he went slack-jaw.

"I told you," Erin said smugly as she reached down and grabbed Kevin's balls with both hands. She playfully juggled them back and forth, squeezing them gently and tugging on the skin to show them from all angles. They looked like two giant grapefruits stuffed haphazardly into a wrinkled bag of flesh.

Liz thought back to her image of a jellybean resting on top of a softball and revised it. With his whole sack out, it looked more like a jellybean resting on a volleyball. Except 'resting' wasn't quite the right word any longer. As Erin played with his balls to show them off, the jellybean began to rise and point upward and away from them.

"Shit, Kevin. You're really getting hard again?" Erin grumbled. "You just fucking came like five minutes ago."

Kevin shrugged and said, "I like when you play with my nuggs."

"Well, I'm not jacking you off." Erin released his balls and backed away, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kevin reached for his cock with a frown. "Okay." He started to slowly stroke it himself, looking over to a sympathetic Kathy, but Erin shook her head.

"Not here! God, are you insane or something? Go to one of the porta-potties," she said, motioning to the restroom area behind the dumpsters. Liz noticed that Kathy seemed to let out a sigh at the missed opportunity, but Erin ignored it.

Kevin nodded pitifully and half pulled up his pants. Hanging onto them with one hand, covering the important bits, he shuffled down the hill with his ass crack hanging out. They watched until he disappeared into one of the red toilet structures, almost having to squeeze himself in to fit.

"So let's get down to business, ninjas," Erin said as she clapped her hands and looked over Matt and Liz. "First off, I think you are under the impression that I'm the one with the car, but I'm not. Kat here is the one who has the van. She's driving; I'm simply organizing."

"Right," Kathy nodded. "I got a van from work that I can use for this. It's a full-sized transport van, which means we got plenty of room for you -- there's three of you, right?"

"Correct," Matt said. "Our third had to work so she's not here today, but she's a good girl."

"All Juggalettes and Juggalos welcome," Erin said and then whispered to Kathy, "That's what I told him online."

Kathy agreed. "Three is cool. The van has got tons of space and it's comfy. AC works, it's regularly tuned up, only about a year or two old, and best of all it's free. I got permission from work to 'take care of it' for a few weeks."

"Where do you work?" Liz asked.

"She works with me," Erin said, putting her arm around Kathy. "That's how we met. Best friends for four years now, right?"

Kathy nodded.

"Del Ray Elementary, over by the Meadows."

"You're teachers?" Matt asked.

"I am," Erin beamed. "Second grade." She tilted her head towards Kathy and added, "But she's a janitor. She likes to get down and dirty and into the gross stuff as you could see only moments ago." Erin giggled and poked Kathy in her side.

"Maintenance engineer," Kathy clarified while scrunching up her nose and playfully batting Erin's hand away.

Erin turned her head and looked Kathy in the eyes with a glare of mock seriousness. Then, she turned back to Liz and Matt and teased, "Janitor."

Kathy threw her hands up and said, "Whatever. The thing is I got the van for a bit, so we have the perfect transportation to take us across the country to our first Gathering of the Juggalos in style."

"In 'comfort' is a better word," Erin winked at them. "

Style

might be pushing it with this van."

"Whatever, bitch. I don't see you offering a car..."

"This is our first Gathering, too," Liz said excitedly. Traveling with another group of first-timers sounded perfect. They would all experience their first taste of the magic together.

"Awesome," Kathy cheered. "A carload of virgins!"

"Not everyone," Erin countered. "Tom's been there."

"Yeah, but that was before I knew him, so who cares," Kathy said dismissively. "He didn't really exist back then as far as I'm concerned."

Liz and Matt's confusion was obvious so Erin followed up by explaining that Tom was Kathy's fiancée. He would also be going with the group to the Gathering but at the moment he was in Missouri taking care of his elderly grandmother. They would pick him up along their journey.

Erin went on to explain the rest of the plan so there'd be no surprises. Kathy had procured the van from school in exchange for getting its oil changed and fluids flushed, but the downside was that the van was a bit of a gas hog. Since she got the ride and would take care of the maintenance, everyone else was expected to cover the gas money it took to get them to the Gathering and back. Tolls would fall to the group as well. Aside from that, everybody would be individually responsible for their own food, lodging, and whatever else they needed along the way.

"Sounds totally fair," Matt agreed.

Anyone who had a license and was willing could also drive some so that it all didn't fall on Kathy. She told them that it was allowed because as a school vehicle, the insurance covered any driver behind the wheel because sometimes parents drove for field trips and whatnot.

They would also be making a stop in Amarillo, Texas, to pick up a friend of Erin's who would be joining them, too. Erin promised them a free night's stay there and a free meal, too, because the friend was a waitress at a local steakhouse. She also made vague statements about some kind of talent contest there where they could all possibly make some extra cash, but she didn't have the details for them.

"The only other thing we need to agree upon now is parking when we get to the Gathering," Erin informed them. "We can save like a hundred-fifty bucks and park in a remote lot and walk, but we're thinking of getting an auto pass before they sell out so we can just make our campsite around the van. It'd be much easier and we can even keep our valuable stuff locked inside if we want, but we want to make sure we all agree, out of fairness for the extra cost we'd split."

Liz and Matt exchanged looks and smiled.

"Actually," Liz said, "we've got that covered."

Now Erin and Kathy had looks of confusion on their faces.

"We already got a car pass," Liz explained. "It came with our package. We got VIP."

"Are you shitting me?" Erin exclaimed.

"We will have a reserved site waiting for us in the 'Shangri-la' section, no less. Right in the middle of everything."

"Nice," Kathy said. "That's swanky."

"Are you sure

we

can get in there?" Erin asked. "We only have regular wristbands."

"That won't be a problem for the camping," Matt said. "Already looked into it. The camping site is another pass entirely and has nothing to do with wristbands. So don't worry about a car pass."

"Fucking-A!" Kathy shrieked.

The group excitedly exchanged numbers and agreed on a date for leaving. They predicted how awesome the entire experience was going to be and agreed that they were lucky to have met. With all the formalities finished, Liz and Matt politely excused themselves because Liz was by now at a bursting point as she still needed to use the restroom from earlier.

* * *

"You should have said something sooner," Matt said as they rushed toward the porta-potties. "I forgot you had to go."

"I wanted to get everything taken care of first. And, honestly, I couldn't pull myself away from the jerking circle even though I had to go then," she confessed. "I knew I could hold it, but not for much longer now." Her hand tightly gripped the crotch of her jeans as the door closest to her opened and out came Kevin, smiling from ear top ear.

He waved at them and said, "Hey, ninjas!"

Matt smiled back and nodded while Liz rushed right past with a muttered 'excuse me' as she slammed the porta-potty door behind her.

"She really had to go," Matt explained. Kevin simply giggled and wandered off to find Erin and Kathy.

Inside the porta-potty, Liz ripped her pants down and had barely cleared the belt past her ass cheeks before a waterfall of piss gushed forth with a hissing roar, splattering into the muck below.

She let out a sigh of relief and leaned her arm against the plastic wall to give herself some support as she hovered. Her relief was short lived as, to her surprise, her elbow squished into a warm, wet stickiness that coated the surface of the interior wall. She turned to look and discovered the entire panel was shellacked in a thick film of semen.

Liz quickly pulled her arm back in disgust, but when she did, she lost her balance and her ass came crashing down with a splash onto the toilet seat.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

She turned her arm around and saw it was shiny with glops of cum picked up from the wall. It was warm and very runny, so she guessed it was fresh. Her mind immediately went to Kevin as it had to be his. He had come down here to jerk off and by the sheer amount present on the wall, it seemed very likely he had succeeded.

Why didn't he just shoot it into the toilet like a normal human being?

she wondered.

"You okay?" Matt's voice asked from outside.

I'll simply wash it off outside

, she tried to reassure herself. She thought she saw a hose next to the dumpster. She took a deep breath to calm down, but the stench of the toilet burnt her nose.

"I'm fine," she gritted between her teeth.

With the icky arm problem resolved, in theory at least, her mind went to her other wet body part.

She had not taken the time to look at the state of things upon entry as she had to go that bad, and besides, she instinctively hovered in public toilets no matter what the seat looked like. However, unexpectedly losing her balance had put her in another unwanted sticky situation -- her ass was firmly planted on this seat.

Liz shifted her weight slightly and felt an unmistakable squishy wetness between the seat and her ass, so she was pretty sure this one had been far from clean. She tried not to move a muscle.

She began to feel nauseous to her stomach, and so she bore down on her loins, trying to pee faster so she could get up and leave.

When she finally finished she discovered, of course, there was no toilet paper, so she simply stood up and let herself drip down her leg. She was much less concerned with her piss wetting her legs than she was with whatever she sat in.

Luckily, when she took a quick look down at the seat, she saw no signs of brown.

Sometimes it's the little things.

Liz decided not to try and look at her ass as knowing what exactly she sat in might actually be worse than not knowing.

Ignorance is bliss

, her father used to say, and in this case she very much wanted to be ignorant.

She took her pants and panties completely off and wadded her panties into a ball. Another happy accident she was thankful for was that she needed to do laundry so she ended up throwing on an old, ugly pair of cotton granny-panties that morning. Ragtime undies, she called them because that was usually when she would wear them. This pair had plenty of thick, absorbent material as opposed to her usual tiny thongs that barely covered anything.

She took the wad and used it as a towel, carefully wiping away whatever she had sat in from her rear. When she finished, she lightly patted her bare ass with her hand and it felt dry, so she tossed the panties into the toilet hole and cautiously pulled on her jeans, taking great care not to lose her balance or to use the cum-covered wall for support again.

That seems fine

, she told herself.

I'll go commando today. Now for the hose and my arm...

With that, she exited the porta-potty and decided that next time she had to piss at any of these types of places, she'd be doing it outside somewhere. Modesty be damned.

Appendix

This short appendix is to help readers who may be unfamiliar with the Insane Clown Posse or Juggalo culture. It is far from complete, but I hope you find it helpful in your reading of these stories.