"Daddy, why don't you go to the park anymore?”
Ed Malone avoided his daughter's eyes. He was lying in bed. It was Sunday morning, and he'd decided to sleep late again.
"I don't want to discuss that with you, Buffy. I want you to forget anything you ever saw happen in that park between me and anybody else, and between me and you, too.” "And what about in my bedroom-with you and Ralph.” "I want you to forget that, too. I think I was-well, crazy or something. I think you were too. We'd both better try to forget that those things ever happened."
Buffy sat down on the side of his bed.
"Daddy, you don't have to worry about the danger! Listen, I could be your lookout!”
The man stared at her, not quite believing what he heard.
"My what?”
“Your lookout! I could look out for you, to make sure nobody was coming. And warn you if anybody was. I know the park real well, and I know certain places to hide and-"
The man sat bolt upright in bed.
"Listen here, Buffy, you think if I had a lookout it would make everything all right? I'm telling you that I realize what I've been doing is crazy-insane. I can't do those things any longer. It was wrong, and I'm lucky I haven't ended up in prison. I'm through with that, and with boozing, and the whole silly mess. And if I ever hear of you getting involved in anything like that again, I'll see you get sent to the strictest girls' school I can find. You'll stay there until you're old enough to know right from wrong!”
Buffy left his bedroom in disgust. Sharon was already at the front door when she got downstairs.
"Come on," Buffy said, "it's best to get there as early as possible.”
The two girls walked along in a high state of excitement. By the time they got to the park entrance, Buffy had forgotten the conversation with her father. Who needed him, anyway? He wasn't the only man around, she was sure, who could provide the kind of excitement she was looking for.
The girls walked to the little hill across the meadow from the big rock. They waited for a long time, but nobody at all came down the path or out of the woods. Then Buffy suggested going to the place near the zoo entrance where she had met the young man. They walked around that area for some time also, but nothing was going on.
“I think we’re the only people in the park this morning,” Sharon said.
"I don't think so," Buffy replied. "There are usually people around-it just takes a while to find them.”
They took a stroll around the lake, and then they reached a section of woods where the public park officially ended. There was a wire fence, "Let's climb the fence and take a shortcut back to your house," Sharon said. "We can try the park again next week, Buffy. I don't want to hang around here anymore.”
Buffy shrugged her shoulders. Her friend was probably right. Things never seemed to happen when you really wanted them to.
They helped each other over the fence and made their way through a narrow path banked on each side by dense growths of bushes, weeds, and trees. They walked slowly, being careful not to scratch themselves on branches and thorny plants in their way.
Then they heard the scream. A woman's voice. It sounded terrified. A couple of men's voices could be heard too. The girls stopped in their tracks.
"Where did that come from?" Sharon asked.
"I'm not sure," Buffy answered. "It sounded like it came from over in that direction." She pointed to the left.
The girls made their way a little farther down the path. After about twenty yards, they saw another path, a narrower one, leading off to the left, so overgrown that it was almost impossible to walk through it.
"Come on!" Buffy said. "But be very quiet." She had no sooner said the words when another scream was heard, louder than before. The girls began to work their way into the smaller path.
As they got nearer, the men's voices became louder, too.
“Hold her! Don't let her get away!”
“I got her. Get her fucking pants off. Hey, Rod, help me hold her down. The bitch scratched me!” "Why, that two-bit whore!"
There was a slapping sound, and the woman screamed again.
I'm afraid," Sharon said.
“Come on!" Buffy whispered. "Well just get close enough to see what's going on. If they see us, we can run like hell.”
The little girls continued sneaking through the path, crouched low and hidden by the overgrown bushes and weeds on either side of them. It took a few minutes, but they finally saw the small clearing. Through some tall grass they saw the bed of leaves and pine needles circled by trees. There must have, been a larger path on the other side of the clearing, because several motorcycles were leaned against the trees.
Four men in leather jackets and caps were holding a girl down on the ground. A woman, really. About twenty-five years old, the girls guessed. They all looked like hippies. The men had long hair almost down to their shoulders, and the girl was dressed in patched jeans and a tank top. Her hair was straight and uncombed. There was no makeup on her face, but she would probably have been pretty if she'd been better groomed. The girls crouched down in a place where they could get a good view of the clearing without being seen. They were no more than fifty feet away from the clearing.
One of the men began to drag the girl's jeans down her legs. She kicked and tried to get away from him. He slapped her face, and she cried out again.
"You hit me again, and I'll kill you, you motherfucker!" she screamed. "You think you're so fucking tough, don't you?” "Shut your dirty hole, you scumbag!”
The girl began to cry. "What the fuck are you doing this to me for?” "Because Bennie told us to.” "I don't believe you! I'm Bennie’s chick. I've always been Bennie’s chick!” "Yeah, until Bennie found out you were fucking half the Red Devils.” "That's a fucking lie! I never fucked the Red Devils! Somebody set me up for this. It's that goddamn Phyllis! She was always jealous of me and Bennie.” "Yeah, well that ain't what Bennie told us. He said we should make raw meat out of you!”
The girl was almost hysterical now. She knew it was impossible to reason with them. And in her condition, she was not able to talk reasonably at any rate. The man who pulled off her jeans stood up and began to slip out of his levis. He pushed them down to his knees. The girls could only see him from the back, but his body was big and husky. The woman screamed again.
Another one of the motorcycle gang yanked her head back by grabbing her dirty blonde hair roughly.
"You open your mouth again and we'll lay you out cold. You want it in your sleep?”
The girl was quiet then. This was a rough bunch, and she knew she could only push them so far. If she made any more trouble, it would only go worse on her.
The man crawled down between her legs, which were being held wide apart by the other three. With no preliminaries, he pushed into her.
"Eeeaaayyyhhh!" she cried. He was hurting her, evidently. Buffy and Sharon watched his ass bobbing up and down in the air. The woman's face was a mask of pain, and she continued to cry loud enough for the girls to hear, although she had stopped protesting.
Another man dropped his Levis and squatted down over her face.
"Lick the lollipop!" he said. He was a thin, wiry man, who had removed his leather jacket and was wearing only a white tee shirt. His arms were tattooed from shoulder to wrist, and the girls could see a large skull and crossbones on his left bicep.
"Ugh! He looks dirty!" Sharon whispered.
"He's got a big cock, though," Buffy whispered back.
"Oh, Buffy, that's all you ever think about!” "Shhhh!”
The wiry man forced his cock into the woman's mouth. She didn't seem to like the idea of sucking him, but she knew it would do no good to protest. He began shoving into her throat hard, and the watching girls thought they heard the woman gag.
The other two men were unbuckling their trousers and holding her arms down at the same time. They removed their boots and managed to get their pants all the way off. Now they sat, nude from the waist down, on the ground. Their cocks were hard, and the girls got a good view of them.
"They're going to take turns with her," Buffy said. "I'll bet they all fuck her!”
Sharon felt frightened, but at the same time a feeling of almost unbearable excitement rippled through her body. This was exactly what Buffy had promised to show her in the park, and she had given up on the idea. If she hadn't suggested climbing the wire fence and taking a shortcut home, they would never have seen what they were watching now. She pressed her thighs together, realizing that the scene before her eyes was making her all warm down there. She wondered if Buffy was feeling the same thing. She glanced over, and her question was answered.
Buffy had unzipped the front of her jeans and had her hand pushed well up inside the fly. The hand was making little back-and-forth movements.
Sharon watched for a moment, and then decided to do the same thing. Suddenly, Buffy opened her jeans and slid them down. She had three fingers buried deeply into her snatch.
"Buffy," Sharon said, "how can you push your fingers so far up inside?” "I'm not a virgin anymore, remember? I could get my whole hand up there, probably.”
Sharon also peeled her jeans down. She inserted one finger into her pussy as far as it would go, which wasn't very far. She gave a hard jab, but found that the pain was taking away her excitement.
"Oh! That hurts too much!”
"For heaven's sake, Sharon, keep your voice down. Do you want those men to hear us?”
Sharon almost trembled with fright at the possibility. Both girls continued to finger their little boxes while they watched the scene in the clearing.
The husky man between the woman's legs was fucking fast now. As the girls watched his back stiffened and his buttocks tensed. Then they heard a little cry, and they knew he was shooting off into her. He held still for a few seconds, and then pulled roughly out.
"Get your cock out of her mouth and fuck her now!" he said to the wiry man. He must have been the leader of the pack, because the wiry man obeyed his orders immediately. The husky man then got over her face and presented her with his slimy pole.
"Lick it clean!”
"No!”
The man slapped her face. The woman cried out, a pitiful sob of submission, and opened her mouth, allowing him to push the cock inside. Buffy remembered her father doing something like this to her mother. It seemed more evil to her now, for some reason. Perhaps the woman in the clearing had been slapped harder than her mother had. And maybe it was because there were four against one. Some of the excitement of the rape was beginning to wane. However, sex was sex, and she was getting yet another opportunity to watch adults fucking. It had to be the most exciting thing in the world, under any circumstances.
The wiry man had a skinny ass, covered with black hair. He spread the woman's thighs and lifted them. The woman's legs were long and well shaped. Her feet were encased in dirty sandals, which the men hadn't bothered to remove. The girls wished they could have gotten a better look at her. Especially since the husky man who was fucking her mouth now reached down and tore her tank top open. She began to yank her head around, and managed to get his cock out of her mouth.
"You son of a bitch! Now what will I wear home?”
The husky man grabbed her breasts and squeezed them so hard she howled in pain. He laughed.
"Who said you're going home, bitch?”
"What-what do you mean?” "I mean that when we get through with you, there's just gonna be enough left to bury in that creek over there.”
She began to scream at the top of her lungs then. One of the men holding her legs reached into his back pocket and pulled out a switchblade knife. He flicked it open and stuck the point against her throat.
"You wanna hurry things up, or you wanna buy yourself a little more time?”
The terrified woman didn't dare move a muscle, for fear the point of the knife would penetrate her skin. Then the husky man sank his cock back into her mouth.
"Just keep that knife a few inches away, Stash. I don't wanna get castrated by mistake!” "I'm getting scared, Sharon," Buffy said. "What if they kill her? Like he threatened-to do?” "Don't be silly, Buffy. They wouldn't dare do a thing like that. They're just trying to scare her, that's all. I thought you liked to see this kind of thing.” "Well, I do, but not if he kills her. I mean, I like to see a girl get held down and fucked and all that, but I didn't know men like this came into the park.”
Just then the wiry man between the woman's legs let out a howl loud enough to be heard on the other side of the lake.
"Fucking shit! Aggghhhh! Owwww, I'm popping off!”
"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" the husky gang leader said. "Just shoot, and get out of there. You got two more waitin'.” "How can she take so many at the same time?" Sharon said.
“Maybe she can’t,” Buffy replied. “Let’s see.”
The girls continued to watch as though hypnotized, fingering their cunts furiously at the same time.