'What you doing running around naked, huh?' I could tell he was smothering her answer with his mouth. There were bumps as Janey's feet drummed the wall by the bed. I managed to get to the doorway and down the hall. Halfway down it a spasm of nausea crumpled me to my knees. I'd been upset and then drunk too much on an empty stomach. But I had to stop it, stop my father from trying to rape her. Janey was so thin, so weak in comparison to his work-hardened body. She was only sixteen! She was my friend, too. I thought I might pass out from the stark reality that was unwinding around me, but gagged down the bile that threatened to fill my mouth and crawled on my hands and knees.
'No! Oh, God, nooooo, Mr. Baxter! You can't, you just can't fuck me! Don't put your cock inside me! Oh, don't! Don't!'
I was only a few feet from the door to my parents' bedroom when another sharp pain went through my guts and I had to stop and lean against the wall. I could hear only the bed squeaking and the muted protests from Janey as my father tried to smother them somehow. She gave a squeal – was it of pain? I tried to get up again, couldn't, so kept crawling towards that door. I made it, leaned drunk and sick against the door frame frying to see what was happening. The shock came close to passing me out. My father, my dad… he had poor Janey under him, her slender legs spread and as I grasped the wall to keep from collapsing again, he drove forward, drove deep with his cock inside the willowy teenager's cunt.
'You, Janey… Goddamn…'
'Mr. Baxter… Ohhhhh, don't… pleeeease… Uhhhhh!' Her tan arms curved up, folded over Al's broad and hairy back. I felt like I was in the evil whirl of some sick dream. It was my own damned father fucking my new friend, the only friend I knew in Olema! Janey's legs spread, her toes pointed as my dad shoved his prick into her cunt again. It was the way she'd acted when she'd been fingering her pussy on my bed. I wiped a hand over my eyes, looked again.
'It's good, ain't it?'
'We shouldn't, Mr. Baxter… Lorrie might…'
'To hell with Lorrie. She's at the picnic with her mother.' His mouth surrounded Janey's lips and they kissed. Passionately! She was kissing back! Her fingers tightened against his ribs! I shuddered, felt sick again. I could force myself into the room, I could scream. But the whiskey and the frantic fuck scene unfolding before my eyes had shocked me into a coma. I couldn't bear to see them rutting like animals. I somehow crawled a few steps back down the hall towards my room and crumpled on the rug. My eyes were shut tight, but I couldn't stop the sounds. Not even with my hands over my ears.
'You like my big cock, don't you?' Al… he was so drunk. My father!
'Mr. Baxter… I… I feel like it's so wrong. Ohhhhhh, God, we'd better not…' Janey's words came between pants, broken, gasped words.
'Like this, nice 'n' deep. You gotta like that kind of fuckin', you sweet li'l piece of ass… Christ you got a tight cunt!'
'We shouldn't…'
'How 'bout if I fuck a little faster? Yeah, yeah, like that, do ya?'
'Goddd… Goddamn! Oh, no, I don't believe this! Ohhhhhhh!'
'Tell me you like getting fucked. Your cunt's dripping like a Goddamn faucet. Tell me you like the way I'm fucking you!'
'Yeess… NO! I can't let you! Please stop!'
I clenched my eyelids tighter as Janey's words came to me but my tears started anyway. I was sobbing in the hall on my stomach as my very own father fucked my best friend. I had to do something. I tried to get up, somehow did it. But my legs wouldn't hold and I sank slowly towards the floor once again. Janey's voice was breathy with passion. She was having trouble making words now and there were only heavy grunts of pleasure from Al as he fucked her with a fury. Then Janey gave a squeal of excitement.
'I… I feel so… Ohhhh, stop or I might… I might… Uuuhhh, unhh!'
I made it to the door again, how I wasn't sure. I felt the words in my throat, heard them rasp weakly over my tongue.
'Stop… you two… it's awful!'
But the room was echoing with the groans of their passion. Al had Janey's trim little ass in both hands. It looked so strange, his strong, callused fingers thick with hair digging into her soft, white flesh. And even as he held her ass, Janey was moving. Time seemed to slow down until each second stretched agonizingly before my eyes. Al had one of her tiny boobs completely inside his mouth and as he sucked, she wallowed her shoulders, rubbed herself up to him, against him. His rough hands clutched her ass tighter than before but she danced her butt, clenching and unclenching the muscles in each cheek. I saw her belly heave against his and part, damp with their mingled sweat. Her legs were high scissored above the small of his back. And the look on her free as be fucked his cock deep in her cunt was one of pain so good it changed to the most excruciating pleasure. It was still hard to believe what I saw. Even through my boozy sickness, though, I couldn't mistake it for a nightmare. She was so little. How could she even take my dad's huge cock? My mind went swimmy as I watched him drag his prick slowly from between the juicy clasp of her petals. His rod was drenched with Janey's cunt butter and she began to squirm when he took the dark knob away from her gash, too.
'Oh! Ohhh, it feels sooooo good!'
Al laughed, thrust his cock slowly into her cunt again. I saw her thighs flatten as she scissored her legs around his middle and humped her cunt up to gulp in more meat. The hunger in her eyes, on her full pouting mouth scared me. What kind of spell was it that could make someone my age move her body like Janey was? It was as if she'd forgotten me completely.
Then they were fucking with mad, wild motions. Al hunched his hips forward and back viciously. His heavily muscled thighs and back corded with tension as Janey's blonde hair splashed in tangles across the pillow. She tossed her head, bit her bottom lip and held onto him, tucked her cunt mound up and under to keep his prick inside her snatch. I couldn't stay quiet, just couldn't.
'Ohhh, stop it… both of you…' But my voice seemed weaker than before. It was exactly like the dreams I'd had when my voice failed at the brink of danger, when no one could hear you to come and give help. Janey was coming. I knew that better than I knew anything. Her face had a lust-swollen, dazed look. Once she even looked almost towards me and I knew she hadn't seen me at all. Her feet pawed the air above Al's back.
'Yessss! Oh, fuck, I'm coming! Coommiinngg!' She pounded her frantic delirium against my father's big body. When I saw white flecks of cum collecting in the downy fur that fringed her cunt, I crawled back down the hall, dragged myself onto my bed. I sobbed for a while, dry convulsive sobs that only made the hollowness inside me hollower. Then I slept. I was only dimly aware of movements in the room. Janey putting her damp bikini back on, bending over me. I slept again, the long, exhausted sleep of confusion. My dreams were flitting images of strange beasts and even stranger women. And finally I slept like the dead. There was only blackness… nothingness.
'Are you all right, dear?' Mother's voice, her touch.
'Mom? What time is it?'
'You slept all afternoon, so I didn't wake you for supper. Then you just slept all night, too. You must have been exhausted.'
I looked up into her pale eyes, her vague, familiar smile. 'Janey…?'
'She went home, dear, yesterday afternoon I suppose.' Mom frowned, glanced behind her. 'Your father was sleeping off his liquor when I got home from the picnic. He looked terrible when he left for work this morning. You know how he hates Mondays.'
I wanted to scream. To scream into her calm, accepting face the truth of what had happened. I wanted to smash her shallow believing nature. She had lived like this for years, ignoring my father's drinking spells, pretending it was the typical behavior of a male and letting it go at that. If only she knew what I knew now! The remembering, the shock came back over me like scalding rain on my skin.
'Mother! I… I…'
She passed a hand over my forehead. 'What is it, baby? You look flushed. You aren't sick, are you?'
'No… no, I'm not sick. I…' But I couldn't tell her. Something stopped me. Was I afraid of seeing her bland, superficial facade crumble? Maybe. Her petty little games, her social life centered around the church in every town we moved to – all destroyed in a second. I knew that was what would happen if I told her I'd seen Al and Janey Caruthers fucking in Mama's bed. It was entirely possible that the truth would drive her mad. She didn't have the
