"I don't want it… I don't want it."
Janet Simmons wept, and Linda's heart went out to her.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Linda heard her dad grunt again and again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Then Linda heard the mattress springs begin to creak louder and faster. She heard different sounds come from her mother, strange, deep guttural sounds as the bed jounced and banged and creaked noisily. She heard her dad let out a howl, like some kind of an animal, and Linda knew what they meant. Her father's big cock was going to shoot huge wads of thick white cream into her mom's pussy. Linda had learned that much from girlfriends at school. She shuddered now to think of the nasty, dirty act of a big cock spitting jism into a woman's pussy.
It was because of her negative outlook on sex that Linda Simmons was still a virgin. Even though many of her girlfriends assured her that sex with boys was fun, juicy, and exciting, Linda just wouldn't and couldn't be like them. So she was known around school as a nice girl, that is, a square. So she wasn't very popular and spent many afternoons alone at home, just playing with herself.
In school, Linda was known by teachers as an A student, a good girl, and smart. Little did they know that the teenager was motivated, not by a love of school and learning, but by a dreadful fear of sex and a great need for peace and quiet. School was a shelter for Linda, far from the shouting voices of her raging mother and father. She liked school, too, because then her leering, grinning father couldn't see her body and lust for it.
Linda had necked a few times in drive-in movies with boys, and she had gotten so far as to touch a swollen young prick. But then she would panic and think of her father's giant cock ripping into her defenseless mother's pussy, and Linda would freeze up. No boy got very far with Linda Simmons. Consequently, Linda was a lonely young girl, even though very pretty and rather sexy looking.
That loneliness assailed her now as she lay sniffling in her bed, listening to the horrible sounds of her father fucking her mother in the next room. She wished she could shut her ears to this part, the part where her dad's massive cock seemed to render her mom helplessly horny.
"Jim! Jim! Ohhh, you bastard!" she heard her mother cry in an anguished voice. "You son-of-a-bitch! Oh God! Owwww, ohhhhhhh, you rotten bastard!"
Tremors of strange feelings rippled through Linda's young body as she heard her mom's voice grow weaker and weaker and the bed springs grow louder and louder. Linda knew what was happening. Her mom was cumming! Linda had peeked a few times when her parents had fucked with the lights on. She had seen how her dad's giant cock plunged and drilled into her mom's bushy cunt and made her mother cry and whimper and fuck back as if she loved it! It was terrible!
A few moments later, there was silence as both Jim and Janet Simmons paused for breath. Then Linda heard her dad sneer: "Who you trying to kid? You love cock!"
To Linda complete surprise, her mother spit savagely: "You're damned right I like cock! But not yours!"
That earned Janet a slap across the face, and Linda a new fear. What did her mom mean by that? Whose cock did she like?
Linda was still thinking about this subject long after she heard her dad snoring and her mom washing up in the bathroom. Her mother's admission made Linda recall certain incidents that had been secretly bothering her. Last Saturday, Linda could swear she saw her mother standing awfully close to the milkman, Mr. Daniels. Had they been kissing?
And then there had been that Tuesday when Linda stayed home from school, sick to her stomach. She was in bed at the time, but didn't she hear her mom ask Mr. Daniels in for coffee, and hadn't they whispered in the kitchen for a long time? Did any of these thing have meaning? Linda didn't know. But now she had a sneaking suspicion that there might be something to her father's accusations. Maybe her mom was fucking the milkman!
Linda's thoughts turned to the man, Mr. Daniels. He was a good-looking guy with bright blue eyes that sort of undressed a girl. Even Linda noticed that one day, when the man gazed at her. It was as if he could see right into her eyes, down to her pussy, as if he knew Linda had been playing with herself. Linda sensed that he'd be a hard man to tell lies to, if he were her father!
But Linda noticed something else about the man's eyes. When he looked at her mother, Janet seemed to melt! Then she put two and two together. Janet had just admitted to her husband that she liked cock, but not his! Did she mean Mr. Daniels'? Did she like the milkman's cock? Linda shuddered in her bed and shut her eyes tight against the dirty thought. Yet she was closer to the truth than she could ever imagine.
Actually, the child already sensed what the local neighborhood was yet to discover. There must have been some hanky-panky between Janet Simmons and Bill Daniels, because both disappeared from town on the same day!
Linda got home from school one afternoon to find a small note pinned to her pillow. It was a note from her mother and it read:
Dear Linda:
Forgive me if you can, but I have to leave. I have to get away! I have to! Please forgive me for being so selfish, but I've been so unhappy these past few years. I can't take any more. I wish I could take you with me, but I don't have the money. I'll try to send for you. Just keep out of your father's way. Don't rile him up. Don't tease him. I'll send for you. I promise. Be good. I love you, kitten. Remember that.
Mom
Linda never would have shown the note to her father willingly. But, as it happened, that was one of those days when Jim Simmons felt like drinking more than he felt like working. So he took off from work, claiming sickness as usual, and spent the next hour and a half in his favorite bar. He got home about five o'clock, and he found his daughter sprawled across her bed, sobbing pitifully into her pillow, clutching a piece of paper in her small hand.
The girl hadn't expected her father home so early, and she was taken by surprise. He staggered to her bedroom door, eyed her body up and down, and approached the girl. Linda sat up on her bed and cowered back away from him, fear flashing in her blue eyes.
"What's going on?" he slurred. "What're you crying about? What's that you got there? Gimme that!"
He tore the note out of her hand, and Linda couldn't stop him from reading it. She watched with wide, fearful eyes as he read it once, twice, three times. Her young heart started to pound fiercely. What would he do? Go crazy? Bust all the furniture? Storm out cursing and swearing? Linda didn't know what to expect from her father at a time like this. And she was least ready for the way he did finally react.
To Linda's total surprise, he calmly crumpled the paper in one hand, then flipped it onto her bed. An evil grin lifted the corners of his mouth and his dark eyes got bright as he looked her over. She hadn't changed out of her school dress yet, and she looked unusually pretty sitting on her bed in the blue dress, high on her curvy thighs, low across her jutting young tits.
Linda felt self-conscious and she stammered: "I'd… I'd better change now."
"No," her father said in a strangely calm voice. Why was he so calm? Why wasn't he in a rage? His wife had just run away! Why wasn't he angry? Linda soon found out.
"Stay just as you are," her father said slowly, admiring her heaving tits and trembling, wet lips. "You always look prettier for school than you do for home. You know that? Why do they make kids dress nice for school? Bet ya it's to please the teachers. Bet the men teachers like to look at you pretty girls all day long. Probably peek under your dresses."
Linda nibbled her lower lip nervously and said: "Daddy, please don't talk like that."
"Might as well get used to it, baby," he said thickly, eyeing her pointed tits. "Cause I'm gonna talk to you any damned way I please from now on."