'All right, mama… you asked for it!'
The sound of slapping flesh on flesh came clearly to her, as the man and the girl strove together, and as Lois stood there in the shadows listening and watching, she had an unreasonable wish to be that girl on the sleeping bag. No sooner had the idea formed in her mind than she rejected it. No! Oh, God…no! What am I thinking? That's monstrous! I couldn't ever do that!
Terry, the girl, urged her lover on to ever-greater effort. 'Fuck me! Fuck me… fuck me fuck me! Fuck me… hard!' It sounded like a chant to Lois and even though she hated the sound of it, she caught herself repeating it, silently, to herself. Her face flamed with shame. Oh, what's happening to me? I've never even allowed myself t-to think that vile word… before!
Exultant, now, Terry told him, 'That's it! That's the way… I want it! All the way!'
Unbidden, uncontrolled, Lois' own hand sought for and found the heated triangle between her thighs, as unconsciously she caressed and massaged herself. Again, she caught herself and was horrified to discover what she was doing. It was a self-revelation. She had never done it, before, and she snatched her hand away. That's horrible… and so wrong…! But, I–I can't help it! I'm so hot… so worked up over this! If I could only leave… now… without being seen…
Again, Terry began to chant her need. 'Oh, Mickey! Fuck hard! Fill my cunt… with cock! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitfuckit… oh, fuck!'
Silently, her mind reeling, Lois repeated it: Fuck it! Fuck it! Oh, God… I–I want it! I want… t-to be f-fucked… too!
… Then, the girl on the sleeping bag was screaming out her orgasm. 'Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuooooooooggghh!'
Standing there in the darkness, it was almost too much for Lois. Her hand was, once again, massaging frantically at her own pussy, as she watched the rise and fall of Mickey's buttocks pounding his cock into the convulsing girl like a jackhammer, until suddenly, he collapsed on top of her and lay still. His voice rasped out, 'Christ! It was out of sight… mama! I'm still cumming!'
Lois stood there, almost hypnotically rubbing herself, feeling the arcing sensations in her belly… the burning fires of sexual arousal that cold be extinguished in only one way… by a hard, thrusting cock! For one mind-boggling instant, she entertained the insane idea that she wanted to strip off her clothing, fling herself down on that sleeping bag, spread her thighs in obscene invitation… and take that girl's place under the man called Mickey. She smothered a gasp of horror that she could even have thought such a monstrous thing. Oh, God… No! That's crazy…! It could never happen… t-to me! I'd never let it happen!
Now, the man seated on the campsite tabletop climbed down and began to walk toward the couple on the sleeping bag. This was her chance to escape… and she took it. Walking softly, she gained the road, being careful not to scuff her feet or stumble… until she was well away; then she ran back to their camper, glad that she had been able to get away without being discovered.
She sat down at the table provided for their campsite, knowing that she would have to calm herself… before she went inside the camper.
She couldn't tell Stan about what she had seen… and especially, she couldn't explain to him… or to anyone, for that matter, the effect her watching and listening had had upon her.
… But maybe — if she were lucky — she could, somehow, get Stan aroused to the point where he would want to put out the fire in her belly.
She knew exactly what she wanted… and needed. It was the rampaging hardness of her husband's penis deep in her vagina that she had to have. Her mind was in a turmoil; her stomach churned, while below, between her legs, delicious sensations still coursed, unchecked, reminding her of her great need. Oh, what can I d-do… to get him… t-to fuck me…? She had heard that word so often, in the last few minutes that she had thought it, again, and her face flamed to think she had used it so easily. Her husband, Stan, used the word, of course, and she always cringed, inwardly, when he did. Now… her own mind was cluttered up with the vile vulgarity. What's happening to m-me…?
In a few minutes, Lois had gotten her breath under control, smoothed down her run-away emotions and rationalized away her temporary, vicarious involvement with the couple on the sleeping bag. She shamed herself for being a curious voyeur, promising herself that it would never happen, again.
Then, she went to the door of their camper, opened it and went inside, a radiant smile on her face. Going to Stan, she impulsively threw her arms around him, from the back and kissed him on the neck. 'It's just lovely out tonight!' she said, lightheartedly. 'You should have gone with me!' Maybe, he would've gotten hot… if he had heard… and seen them…
Stan was annoyed by her interruption. 'Yeah I suppose… but watch it… I've just about got this damned radio fixed… and I don't want to lose any parts!' He shrugged her away.
Reluctantly, her heart breaking at his rebuff, she sat down opposite him and tried to watch, with some interest, what he was doing.
Finally, he announced that it was repaired. 'I'll put it back in place in the morning.' He got up, stretched and yawned. 'I think I'll go down to the bath house and take a shower…'
'Okay, darling…' Lois agreed, 'and while you're gone… I'll get ready for bed. I brought that new, shorty nightgown along… would you like for me to… wear it tonight…?' She made her voice suggestive.
'Hell… I don't care! Wear what you want to!' he grunted, disinterestedly, heading for the door with his towel in hand.
She hid her disappointment and added, 'I–I thought maybe you and I could… have some fun… tonight…'
'I've had a pretty hard day! I'm kind of tired…' With that, he left the camper.
Tears glistened in her eyes. There was still an aching need in her loins, and warm sensations of sexual arousal still smoldered there, banked slightly, but ready, on the instant, to burst back into a consuming, raging fire of passion.
Having showered earlier in the evening, it didn't take her long to undress; putting on a little perfume and the frilly, see-through nightgown, she turned off most of the lights and crawled up into the big bunk that jutted out over the cab of the truck. She was determined that she would make herself provocative… desirable. Somehow, she had to make Stan realize her need… make him want, to make love to her… tonight… I just don't understand… what's happened to him to us…! Oh, it would be so wonderful to be able to make love… as free and easy… as those people were tonight…!
Then, she remembered:… But, heavens… I'd almost forgotten! He beat her with a belt… then, he used his mouth on her genitals… licking and sucking her down there! Ugh! I don't see how that could be… very nice… but that girl, Terry… seemed to like it! Maybe if I… She couldn't get beyond the maybe. There was just no way, she decided, that she would ever allow that!
Soon, she was going over more of the details of what she had heard and seen, the memories working deep in her, and before she realized it, salacious sensations were coursing through her, again… and she could hardly wait for Stan to return from his shower.
When she heard him at the door, she leaned up on one elbow, arranging herself, fetchingly, hoping he wouldn't ignore her and praying that he would change his mind.
Stan chose to ignore her. She watched as he changed into his pajamas and was dismayed, when he began to make up the smaller bunk, converted from the breakfast nook area.
'Wh-Why are you going to sleep down there… by yourself?' Lois asked her husband, dismally.
'I told you, God damn it! I'm tired… and we've got a lot of miles to cover, tomorrow!' He turned out the light and crawled into the single bunk.
Lois pulled up the light blanket, feeling completely rejected… again! Tears streamed from her eyes… but she would not cry aloud. She wouldn't let him know how much he had hurt her. All she had wanted from him… was his husbandly love.
… And, she had love to spare… to give him, in return. She had this beautiful body, clean, healthy… vibrant… and aching to be loved. Unconsciously, her hands drifted up under the flimsy material of her nightgown to cup the mounding fullnesses of her breasts, the magnificent orbs softly pliant in her palms. The hardened cones of her nipples were sensitive in her fingers, as she rolled them, caressingly. 'Oh, God… I'm so aroused… so hot for Stan… but there's nothing I can do to get him… t-to fuck me…!'
As her hands wandered, then, down over her flat belly, to the golden triangle of her loins, and she felt the
