"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!"
"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…?