The Lesser Known Adventures of Betty & Clive

[BigDawg69]

OOC: This is a closed thread for Chanaud and myself. Please enjoy and read along!

Date: Late Summer 1933

The depression was in full swing. The country was out of work, dried up, hot and hungry, and to pour salt in the wounds it was also illegal to drink your troubles away during this time of “prohibition.” Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow had begun their “Robin Hood” crusade against banks and the long arm of the law across the southwest. As the body count grew the notoriety followed. It became difficult to tell whether Bonnie and Clyde were heroes or criminals.

Meanwhile deep in the backwoods of the southern Appalachian Mountains another couple of less, shall we say, aptitude began their own life of crime and adventure. What follows are the chronicles of the lesser known adventures of Betty and Clive.

IC:

“Damn it’s hot. It’s hotter’n two rats fuckin’ in a wool sock out here.” Clive patted the sweat from his slightly protruding forehead as he leaned against the overheated jalopy he called an ahtymobile.

Steam poured from the radiator dissipating in the swarming heat along the side of the twisted mountain road. Betty sat calmly in the passenger seat taking the occasional nip from a silver flask. Clive stood and walked up the road apiece. He was about six feet tall, maybe a bit taller if he ever stood straight. His shoulders were broad and tapered nicely to his waist. His loose shirt clung to him as a dark strip of sweat soaked down his back. His loose and dirty pants hung from the worn leather suspenders draped over his shoulders. Tattered at the ends, his pants cuffs road about an inch above his ankle. His leather boots worn bare and with more than a few holes in strategic places seemed to dangle on his feet, as he plodded up the hot road.

He turned back to the car. The steam jet from the radiator had slowed. Shaking his unkempt head, Clive wiped the sweat from his brow once more and took the small rag over his head and wiped the droplets from the back of his neck. Leaving the red rag around his neck, Clive raised and dropped his arms exacerbated. He looked at Betty sitting calmly in the car as if it were actually cooler there.

“We aint got no water?” Clive hollered back to Betty as he approached the car.

“No” came her single word reply.

“Well shit.” Clive walked around to the back of the car and opened the small boot. He rummaged through a fair collection of various rifles and shotguns, before emerging with a medium sized tin bucket. He slapped the trunk shut and started off down the slope away from the car.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll get some water from that there crick.” Clive hollered as he made his way through the trees down the slope. He turned and yelled back to the car. “If’n anybody comes along, shoot ‘em.”

Clive slipped and tumbled the rest of the way down the loose slope, landing quite hard on his bottom, his feet flopping in the water. On his way down the bucket had come loose of his hand. It clanged off a log and bounced up striking him square on the head with a thump. “Shit.”

 

[chanaud]

My eyes rolled at the scene before me. Mama did say I should have picked me a more educated man. But where in the hell am I gonna find me one of those around these neck of the woods? I’m just glad Clive wanted me for most men were too damn intimidated when I opened my mouth. I took another sip of the homemade brew from my flask. After a few sips, the burn ceased and the potent drink slid easily down my throat.

”Sheeeeiiittt! It’s hotter than hell and I’m bored. Cliiiiiive!!!!!” My screams made him jump.

“Wha da want Betty Lou?” He was still rubbing his head.

“Come on babe. I’m bored.”

He filled the bucket with murky water from the crick and grabbed a cattail weed and stuck the end in his mouth. I admired him as he walked towards me unnoticed by my scrutiny. He shore was fine! Most men’s pants drag down from lack of a behind. Not my Clive. His muscles rippled through his shirt while his pants were held up over his narrow hips by the round curve of his behind. His long dark curly hair shone with brightness. His tanned face was slightly red from the beat of the sun gave him years beyond his youth. Despite the heat, I noticed my body responding. My long lean legs spread wider on the burning hot seat.

Just as my eyes traveled down past his belt loop, Clive dropped to the ground and disappeared in the tall weeds. I felt the road rumble by a slow moving car before I heard it. It came to a full stop behind me. My hand padded my rifle in reassurance.

“Well hello young lady. Are you in trouble?” Staring at me was a round red face with a wide brim straw hat.

“Why yes. It seems as if my car ran out of water.” He turned to look up and down the deserted highway. “Where is the mister?”

“Why he walked that a way hours ago.” I pointed due north. Or was it south?

The round man could barely breathe in his tight three-piece pinstriped suit. A gold chain swayed with his every moment, almost hypnotizing me. His eyes were fixated at my legs below my dress. My fingers played at the hem, pulling them up to reveal more bare skin.

 

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Clive hunkered down among the tall reeds, peering out at the large suited man. Clive slowly sat the bucket of water next to him, balancing it precariously on a stone. He slowly moved his hand back and pulled a long barreled .45 caliber six-shooter from where it was tied with string to his leg. Clive situated himself just so he could peer down the barrel squared on the fat man’s head.

Now there are a couple things that should be known about Clive. He is an amazing shot. It’s said that he could pop a worm from a sparrow’s mouth flying away at one hundred yards. Incredibly at the same time he manages to be one of the clumsiest people around these parts. And finally, now this is particularly important, Clive is a jealous man. Some folks claim that when cut, he’s so jealous his blood bleeds green.

Clive could not make out the words of the conversation between Betty and the man, but he could clearly see the fat man’s beady black eyes looking down across Betty’s legs. Clive’s eyes narrowed as he slowly pulled back the hammer on his hand cannon. The fat man smiled down at the sultry Betty, his mouth opening slightly and the fat man’s bloated tongue rolled forward to his yellowed teeth. The skin on Clive’s back crawled.

Clive tried to crab forward on his belly to get close enough to hear the conversation. As he wiggled through the weeds, he kept a keen eye on the fat man and Betty. The fat man reached into his breast pocket. Clive stopped and raised his weapon. He watched as the fat man pulled a brown leather wallet from his pocket. Clive leaned over to get a better view. Just as he saw the flash of sunlight off a badge, Clive’s leg spread to the side to balance himself on the slope. His foot glanced off the bucket tipping it from the rock. With a clang the bucket tumbled down the embankment the large rock following it down. The fat man turned to look into the weeds his face square on Clive. The fat man pulled a small police issue handgun from a holster under his suit jacket, scanning the weeds. Simultaneous with the bucket landing with a loud bang on the creek, Clive squeezed off a shot that spit a hole right through the center of the fat man’s forehead.

The fat man’s black eyes crossed as his large mouth dropped open. A single drop of blood oozed from the slightly smoking hole. The fat man teetered, wobbling slightly, before falling forward into the dirt on the side of the road. The falling mass revealed Betty sitting in the car. She neither screamed nor looked scared, rather she wore a questioning look of disgust. Her pretty head shook slightly.

Clive stood proud in the weeds, leaning over to retie the gun to his leg. In doing so his footing slipped and he began to tumble back down to the creek. This time he rolled lengthwise into the soggy bottom of the small creek. Clive lifted himself, now soaking in the wet, and looked back up to Betty. She giggled down at Clive.

“Grab the bucket on your way back up!” Betty called down to Clive through her laughter.

Clive muttered under his breath as he scooped the bucket full of water and began his soggy climb back to the car. As he finally reached the top of the hill, he slowly poured the bucket of water into the open radiator. Steamed hissed from the hot metal as the cool water splashed around. Betty sat comfortably in the car fixing her hair in a handheld mirror.

Clive walked around the side of the car, pausing to give the fat man’s body a swift kick and set it rolling down the hillside. Clive stood dripping by Betty. She jerked toward the center of the car to avoid the creek water dripping from Clive’s long limbs and crazy hair.

“Who was that pig anyway?” He gruffed out at her as his eyes followed the sultry curve of her legs beneath the heightened hem of her dress.

“He’s a sheriff from this here county.” She smiled back.

“Sheriff huh?” Clive paused. He moved to the trunk and tossed the bucket back in among the assorted weaponry housed there. He climbed back into the car next to Betty causing her to move back toward the door. “Well then, I reckon we should high-tail it out of this here county.”
“Yeah and we got to git over the mountain afore dark to git a new load.” Betty stated calmly as Clive turned the ignition and sputtered the engine to start. He revved the engine a couple times, put it in gear and spun the wheels through the loose gravel. The car sped off down the winding road, leaving a cloud of dust behind them.

 

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“Wait!” I cried out making Clive slam down on the brakes, bringing our old jalopy into a screeching halt. “Clive, his wallet. We need some essn’tials.”

Clive agreed and reversed the car all the way to the dead body. He jumped out, padded the sheriff’s pockets and tore the gold link chain holding his worn leather wallet. He stood up and glanced down at the bluing face without an expression. “Whooheeee. He shore is big. You find him good lookin’?”

“Oh Clive. You know I only have eyes for you.” I was known to fib time to time.

His eyes narrowed into tiny distrustful slits, “I saw you flirtin’ with ‘em.”

“Don’t be silly, Clive. Com’on let’s get a movin’ before the deputy comes a runnin’.”

“Ok, wait a minute.” His attitude changed as he bent over and pried something out of the fat man’s tight grasp. “Lookey here. This might come in handy one day.” Proud of himself, Clive stood taller and grinned from ear to ear before he jumped in our old jalopy and spun off leaving a cloud of white dust.

“Stop by Lee’s so we can pick up provisions.” Clive knew what that meant. Provisions consisted of supplies and hard cash so we can lay low for some time, far back from the Appalachian Trail.

We pulled into the familiar general store and found the dirt parking lot full of similar old jalopies and bicycles. There must be a meetin’ but that has never stopped us before.

“You ready?” He asked while he stuffed a 357 down the front of his pants.

“Yeppers. All set.” I lifted the hem of my worn beige dress to show how ready I was. Fastened to my garters was a holster holding a Clive’s similar gun. He leered down at my milky white thighs. “Now there is no time for that.” A deep throated laugh emitted from my lips to show my appreciation from his voraciousness towards sex.

“Just a kiss then. For good luck.”

I couldn’t help moan as our tongues greeted in fiery passion….

 

[BigDawg69]

Clive and Betty’s lips locked in a passionate kiss that tiptoed along the border of obscene. She pulled her face from his gripping his cheeks from under his chin with her long fingers. A broad smile flashed on her moistened face.

“Now go in there and get us what we need.” Betty said as she pushed his face away from hers.

Clive turned and led the pair into the store. Betty walked closely behind him as they strolled through the wooden screen door. Betty stepped in and immediately turned down the first aisle collecting various goods they would need. Clive stood with his legs a bit wider that shoulder width apart, hand on his hips, eyeing the old man behind the counter. A small iron fan oscillated behind the old guy blowing his hair forward with each pass. Clive sprang forward with a start as the screen door banged closed behind him startling him.

The old man looked up from his newspaper, “Can I help ye?”

Clive swaggered his best swagger to the counter, laying his .357 spinning it like a top. “Yeah old timer, you can give me all the cash you got in that there machine.”

The old man looked down at the spinning gun and then back up at Clive. He leaned over and looked past Clive to see Betty stuffing her dress with bread, and water, and various other groceries. She paid particular time to collecting a heft amount of root beer bottles in a large burlap bag. He leaned back up to Clive.

“I guess you aint intendin’ to pay for them either?”

Clive stopped the gun and lifted it to the old man’s nose, pressing the barrel against the tip, bending his nose over slightly. “No, I aint.”

The old man’s big brown eyes crossed down as he looked at Clive and his gun. “Well I reckon you’ll just have to shoot me then.”

Clive pressed the gun a bit further, cocking the hammer back. “God damn it old man, jest give me the money.”

The old man crossed his arms and sat back on stool behind the counter. Clive shifted in his stance, looking over his shoulder to see Betty still working on collecting stuff from the shelves.

“We gonna need more bullets babe. Cause I’m about to waist one on this here old fart.” Clive said with a snide laugh. He turned to look at the old man who simply raised his eyebrows and smiled back a Clive. The old man wore an expression that seemed to say, ‘What are you waiting for.’

Clive glanced to either side. He shifted his feet again and brought his left hand up to join his right on the gun. “Damn it old timer, just give me the money.”

“Boy you’re getting mighty nervous aint ye? Bout as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs, I’d say.”

“Shut-up!” Clive blurted back at the old man.

*BANG*

The old man tumbled back off the stool, his lifeless body falling against the rack behind him sending jars of honey crashing to the ground. A couple more cans hit the floor from behind Clive. He turned to see Betty standing just behind him a smoking gun held up in one hand an armload of stuff tumbling out of the other. Clive’s mouth dropped open.

“Get the cash,” She said matter of factly, “and give me hand with this stuff.”

Clive reached over the counter pulled the drawer open and grabbed the cash from its slots. He stuffed the money in his pockets and then moved to help lighten Betty’s load. The two moved quickly to the car tossing the stuff in the back.

 

[chanaud]

Our old jalopy sputtered again. An angry mob carrying shotguns were running from the nearby field towards us. Shouts were heard. “They’re the same ones who shot Sheriff Walker.”

“Clive!” I screamed out in warning. The car rolled back slowly as Clive continuously pumped the gas pedal.

“Grab the wheel.” He shouted.

Clive jumped out and pushed the car with all his strength. The men were almost over him. I gassed the pedal hard until the engine caught. With one foot on the brake, I gassed the other, shooting a white cloud behind us. The car jerked forward. I scooted to the passenger’s seat while Clive jumped in behind the wheel. Voices were getting louder as they tried to clamor over the tailgate.

I stood up and faced the men with my Winchester rifle. “Git! Y’all come closer and ya will find yourself in a pine box next to that fat geezer you called a sheriff.”

Stunned the men froze like a deer in headlight. They sure weren’t expecting this from a woman! “Go Clive go!” I couldn’t help releasing a maniacal laugh and a round of bullets in the air as we spun off.

I was exhilarated. As the station faded, I plopped down on the seat.

“Whooooooowheeeeeeee!!!! That shore was fun!” My eyes blazed with excitement as I turned to Clive.

“Pull over soon, honey.” My hand found its way to his inner thigh to let him why I wanted him to pull over.

 

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Clive brought the car to a screeching halt. It slid around to a stop sitting perpendicular to the direction of the road. Grinding it in gear he bumped the car off the road and down a bit of a slope. The car bounced down over some rocks and through a small creek. Betty and Clive bounced about in the seats as the car traveled along.

“Oh my Clive this is a great ride!” Betty grinned from ear to ear as she slid her hand higher up his thigh.

Clive jerked the car to a stop once more. They came to rest in a small clearing just up from the creek. Clive turned and looked at Betty. A short moment passed and the two attacked each other in a fury of kisses and pawing. Clive’s hands rubbed up Betty’s long legs and under her skirt. She made short order of his shirt and popped his suspenders from his shoulders.

Betty’s seat suddenly collapsed straight back. Clive climbed on top of her, ripping her panties from between her legs. She yanked his trousers down, springing his cock forth.

“Oh yes, baby.” Betty moaned into Clive’s mouth as their lips met once more.

 

[chanaud]

Our tongues lashed out at each other. Sounds of crude moans and sloppy kisses filled the air making the birds fluttered about in excitement.

Clive’s strong hands lifted my dress to my waist. His eager fingers grasped the inside of my cotton panties and ripped it with one powerful pull. After releasing his mouth, I threw my head back and laughed. It was a laugh of a woman possessed with lust.

My legs spread wide for him as I threw one leg over the back of the fine leather seat. I gave him a lazy seductive look of “Come take me if you dare…” Clive grinned back. He took the dare as he dove down between my legs.

His tongue expertly followed my wet trail from my ass to my clit scooping all excess moisture. My squeak turned into low throaty moans of passion as the tingles coursed through my veins to the edge of my scalp. My fingers twisted in his hair and lifted his head so his eyes met mine. I wanted him to see my eyes. My breasts heaved up and down. Clive nodded in understanding. My fingers relaxed in his hair as he dove back down…

 

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His tongue expertly followed my wet trail from my ass to my clit scooping all excess moisture. My squeak turned into low throaty moans of passion as the tingles coursed through my veins to the edge of my scalp. My fingers twisted in his hair and lifted his head so his eyes met mine. I wanted him to see my eyes. My breasts heaved up and down. Clive nodded in understanding. My fingers relaxed in his hair as he dove back down…
Clive pressed his whole face into the moisture-laden slit between Betty’s legs. His tongue shot forward and pressed through her thickened lips. Clive closed his own lips around the burgeoning clit and sucked it into his mouth. Betty moaned and shifted in the seat as Clive licked and sucked on her from below.

He rubbed a heavy hand up the inside of one of her thighs. His long fingers found their way to her wet slit. As his tongue toyed with the tip of her clit, Clive slipped a long finger inside her slick pussy. He bent the knuckle and felt the roof of her canal as he slowly pressed his finger deep inside of her. The combination of his finger feeling her inside and his tongue licking her out elicited a new chorus of moans and screams of pleasure.

Betty writhed on the car seat, her legs spread wide for Clive. His head moved around as his tongue and mouth flirted and toyed with her highly aroused clit. His fingers massaged her pussy, pressing deep inside her and withdrawing. Betty’s moans signaled Clive as he expertly drove her toward pure unbridled ecstasy.

 

[chanaud]

His fingers found the spot. A gush of warmness soaked his fingers and on the fine leather seat. Clive’s tongue dove in lapping like a thirsty dog. Gasps of fresh air filled my lungs as I was screaming out.

“Oh yessssss baby. I’m going to cummmmmmmm….Nooooowwww Oh yesssssss”

Not only my screams told him I was ready but my inner walls were desperately clinging onto his finger for support. When he inserted another finger, I couldn’t help it. My body tightened into a coil. My head was thrashing to its side. A scream released it all. Its echo was heard for miles through the mountain range. Waves and waves of hot pleasure coursed through my body, and gushed out like a waterfall.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw stars swimming around. A purr escaped my lips as Clive slithered his body up mine. His smile met mine as his lips descended on mine. I grabbed his raging cock and rubbed it all over mmy center, wetting it, preparing it. My legs grew wider as I growled on his lips. “I’m ready for you baby. “