bare-assed naked!'
Now, she knew she didn't want to listen. It must be a man and his wife, she decided… And, he wants to… make love to her! Something like that was too intimate… too personal. I'd die… if I knew somebody were watching… or listening to Stan… and me…!
Lois stopped, turned around and headed back toward their own campsite. The unseen man's voice cracked out, 'Now… give me your belt!'
The girl's voice trembled, 'P-please Mickey… I–I really didn't hear… y-you…'
'I said give me your god damned belt… or do you want me to use mine?'
Stopping dead in her tracks, Lois realized that something was going to happen. It sounded like the man was threatening the girl with a beating. Confirmation of her impression came in the next moment.
'Oh, no! God no!' There was fear in the girl's voice.
'Down on your belly, bitch and take your medicine…! And not one squeal… dig?'
An involuntary gasp escaped Lois' lips. Oh, God! He is going to beat her… with a belt!
Horrified, she listened, against her will, as the girl pleaded, 'P-please… don't… mark me…?'
'You disobeyed me! That's why you're getting it!'
Then, clearly, in the still, night air, Lois heard the unmistakable crack of leather on bare flesh. She found herself re-coiling with each of the three blows. My God…!! What can I do?
She thought of running back to tell Stan… try to get him to report it… but there was only a moan from the girl. It must have hurt her… terribly! She didn't leave; instead, she crept closer, her curiosity getting the better of her, and she wondered: What kind of a man… would beat a woman l-like that… and what about the woman who would take it… without crying…?
The man rasped, 'That's enough!' There was silence for a few moments, during which Lois tried desperately to tear herself away and go back to the camper, but now, she had crept close enough to see the outlines of motorcycles. Oh! No wonder… It's those awful people… from that motorcycle gang! There was a terrible feeling of slashing, unreasonable fear that gripped her belly. Dear God! What if he hears me… e-eavesdropping on them…? She didn't want to be involved, but the fear of being heard… the possibility of getting caught held her immobile.
'Well… mama… that ought to be a lesson to you!' The man's voice had a tone of self-satisfaction in it.
Lois knew that she couldn't sneak away without being heard… at least while the couple were silent, so she waited in self-conscious discomfort for them to start talking, again. Her eyes strained in the darkness, until she was barely able to make out the forms of the man and woman. They were on the ground, lying on a sleeping bag. Then, she saw another figure, bulky in leather jacket, sitting on the table, feet on the attached bench, and whoever it was… was watching the couple on the ground… too! From the bulk, the manner of lounging at ease, Lois decided it must be a man. If she moved, now, made any noise… that unknown watcher would see her, from his vantage point on top of the table. God! Now, she was trapped. She couldn't leave… without being seen or heard!
The man's voice came to her, softer this time.
'You're really hot for my cock, tonight… eh, mama?'
'Oh, God… yes! I can't wait for you to… shove it in… and start fucking me!'
Lois listened, unwillingly, to the girl, as she mouthed the obscenity, biting back a gasp that came, involuntarily, to her lips. They're going t-to make love… now…! But… why would she want to do it… with him… after he beat her… like that…? She couldn't fathom it. Understanding of it was beyond her. She didn't want to stay there and listen… B-But… if I leave now… I might get caught… and… She didn't want that. She was sure of it!
After a few moments silence, she heard the unseen, unknown girl say, 'Oh, God… Mickey… I'm so ready… for you! Let's fuck… right now!' So… his name is Mickey? I wonder if he's the leader… the one with the big, black beard…? She felt the hot flush crawl up her neck to her cheeks, as she remembered: The same one that was practically raping me with his eyes!
'Well… I'm in the mood for a little cunt-lapping… first! You'll really pop, then!'
The girl spoke, again, after a moment. Her voice was excited… sexy. 'Oh, Mickey… Mickey… I don't care… whether you fuck it… or suck it… but p-please…do something!'
Lois saw them move, and she shrank into the shadow of a bush, beside the road, unconsciously, creeping closer, even as her sensibilities were assaulted by the language she had to listen to, as she stood there in the darkness.
'Oh! Ooooh… God! Mickey! Don't do this… to me!Don't make me wait…!' It was the frantic voice of the girl.
Actually, she couldn't see what they were doing, very clearly, but the girl's next words drew a graphic picture for Lois. There was no mistaking what they were doing!
'Ooooooohhh! Yeeeeeesssssss! Oh, that's it! Suck me! Lick me… good! Oh, it feels… so goooooddd!' The girl's voice was vibrant… exultant with passion. Oh, God… he's really doing it to her… u-using his mouth… on her… h-her g-genitals…!
Against her will, Lois imagined herself there… on the sleeping bag, her thighs spread, obscenely, while that man's tongue licked at her most secret being… and she was suddenly aware of an all-pervading warmth in her loins… and a moistness between her legs that she knew and recognized as sexual arousal. She couldn't believe that it was happening to her. How could… listening to this vulgar filth… m-make me feel this way? Ugh it's nasty… and vile! How could she like it… so much…?
… Then, in the stillness of the dark night, Lois heard obscene sucking sounds. She was sickened… at the same time as the smoldering fire in her own pussy began to burst into an open, naked flame.
'Oooooohhh… my God!' the girl's voice trembled.
Lois trembled with her, as intense, erotic sensations scorched her belly. Oh, no! It can't be! I can't let myself get all worked up… over something like this! She had to leave, now… before it was too late!
The man sitting on the concrete table top shifted his position, and his head turned in her direction. Oh, God… don't let him see me… here! She tried to make herself invisible, shrinking further into the shadows. The head swiveled back to watch, again, and she heaved a sigh of relief.
Now, the girl, on her back, on the sleeping bag was pleading with the man she called Mickey, 'Mickey…! Oh, Mickey…use youp big cock… now! Fuck me… in my cunt with your hard cock…! Please oh, please…!I've got to have your cock… inside me… fucking me! Tear me apart with it! Ooooooohhhhhhh!'
'Okay! You're really turned on… aren't you?'
'Oh, God… I could climb the walls… if there were some to climb!' the girl declared.
'I guess you're hot enough to fuck… then!'
Again, straining her eyes in the darkness, Lois, who had been an unwilling witness, before, became absorbed in the couple's sexual congress. Never would she have admitted — even to herself — that she was engaging in voyeurism… but she had to see, now! She saw the dim outline of the man's buttocks, as they were raised, then lowered, swiftly, to drive his hardened cock into the girl's vagina. She had to bite back a gasp of her own, as she heard the girl's moan of pleasure, 'Ooooooohhh… darling!'
The man's next words shocked her. She had always associated — or equated — love with sex. The girl's darling had seemed so natural. Lois knew that she would have said the same thing, but Mickey evidently thought otherwise, as he barked, 'Cut out the darling crap… right now! This's just plain fucking… for the hell of it… understand!?'
Lois didn't understand… but the unknown girl there on the sleeping bag did, for she murmured, 'Yes… I understand… M-Mickey…!' Heavens! Does he mean… he d-doesn't love her… that it's just… nothing but a physical act… just sex? When she thought about it, she realized that he had not used any words of endearment. The nearest was his use of Mama, when he addressed her. He hadn't even called her by her name! NO! That wasn't right; he had called aloud to her, at the very beginning. He had called her Terry. She must be very young!
She saw the rhythmic rise and fall of his buttocks, as he ground into the young girl, Terry, and it was almost as though she were the girl, feeling the throbbing massiveness of the man's penis thrusting in and out of her. God! My imagination's running away… with me! With an effort of will, she told herself that it was just imagination… but at the same time, she knew it was because her own sex-life with Stan was so fraught with uncertainties… and frustrations… and nothings! It was vicarious sex she was experiencing.
Then, the girl called Terry gasped, 'Give me all of it! Deeper! Longer… and faster! I've got to have more cock… in me!'
