"More than a daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Preston Ken)

CHAPTER NINE

Everyone was still horny hot, but the flesh was proving to be weak. It was time to call it a day. A night, really. Dirk and Dolly drifted off to bed, and Allen and Joan followed them into the house. Thoughts of how soft and comfy my bed would feel prompted me to give up, for a little while at least, and take my wet pussy up to my own bedroom.

I slept deeply for a few hours, but then I began to toss on my bed and perspire. The night was warm. My hands were down between my legs, holding my damp pussy, but I didn't really wake up. I began to dream. Ordinarily when I have horny dreams, they are forgotten in the morning, but I can recall everything I dreamed about that night. I was a little tiny girl again, skinny and bare-pussied, with ugly braces on my teeth. My pussy felt hot and itchy and all of a sudden my father came out of nowhere and licked me all over my tummy and bottom and thighs and ended up thrusting his tongue in my tight hole until I thrashed around so wildly I knocked my teddy bear clear across the room. I suppose Joan's story of she and her father was still running around in my mind. Then, very quickly, I was grown up, and a boy with an immense cock was tying to put it into me and I was mad at him and I kept screaming at him.

I woke up, crying my eyes out, wringing wet with sweat and with the sheet sticking to my PJs. I staggered out of bed and headed for the shower, still groggy and half in the grip of my dreams. When I bumped into a shadowy figure in the hall, I mumbled an apology, and then I was jolted into being completely awake! The man was fully clothed and very tall and very strong. He grabbed me, but before he could cover my mouth I let out one loud scream! I could hear him cursing under his breath as we struggled in the darkness lights came on all over the upstairs and my family and the girls came pouring out of their rooms. Dirk and Allen, more wide awake than my poor tired daddy and grabbed the man and bore him down to the floor. The two girls and Terry piled on him, squashing him flat. He didn't stand a chance!

When the confusion settled down, we found we had a burglar on our hands! A very scared burglar. We dragged him down to the kitchen and shoved him into a chair, Dirk and Allen on each side of him. The fight was gone from our night visitor. We all stood looking at him, kind of dumb. We didn't know what the heck to do, except call the police, but for some reason we hesitated to start all that mess of questions and reports and maybe the reporters following the police car up to our house. Mom put a pot of coffee on the stove as though it was time for breakfast and we had yet another guest at the table.

I noticed Terry staring at his crotch, so I looked, too. He had a bulge that would have been the pride a stud horse, even as scared as he was! He had to be soft. What would that cock be like when it got hard? Dolly and Joan followed Terry's gaze and I saw their mouths fall open, in wonder. Our visitor was young – maybe Terry's age. When he saw we were not going to beat him up or anything stupid like that, he began to breathe a little easier and look curiously at the collection of half naked people standing stating at him.

Teresa spoke up: "It will do no good to turn him over to the police. They will do nothing. He was discovered too soon and he took nothing. We should all think of something to teach him a lesson, to make him remember next time he thinks about robbing some house. He has to be punished, some way."

Dolly could not tear her eyes away from the bulge in his baggy pants. "I'd like to fuck him half to death," she muttered under her breath, but her voice carried to all our ears.

"And I'll screw the other half of him to death," Joan volunteered. We looked at each other and began to laugh. The tension was gone. The coffee smelled delicious and, what the hell! He wasn't going to go anywhere, not with my brothers right beside him.

"If I'm going to die in this kitchen," our burglar spoke up for the first time, "can the condemned man at least have a last cup of coffee?"

My father came over to stand in front of our guest and frown at him. I could tell by the twinkle in his eyes he was enjoying the discomfort of our prowler. "What's your name?" he demanded, very gruffly. It took two tries before he was answered.

"Mike. Mike Lang." I figured the guy was so rattled he was telling the truth, automatically.

My dad moved closer to Mike and said, very firmly, "I think I will turn you over to the tender mercies of the women in this house. I'm sure when they are through with you, you'll remember, forever, what happens to burglars who terrify young girls in the middle of the night."

Mike looked at Joan and then at Dolly. "Me you going to let them have me?" he asked, with both hope and a lot of uncertainty in his voice.

Dolly settled the problem. "Hold him tight, Dirk. You too, Allen. He's had his last meal. Now it's time to get him ready for the ordeal of his execution. I'm going to strip him naked as a jay bird!"

She did just that! I won't say Mike resisted too much. When his pants slid down to his ankles, we all just stood and gaped at his long, long cock hanging down. I had never even heard of such a tool as our night visitor carried with him. Why such a man didn't hire out as a professional stud beat the heck out of me! It was Teresa who came over to kneel in front of him, her hands lifting his huge thing and turning it over and hefting it in her palms.

"There is only one thing wrong with your plans," Mike said quietly, his eyes sweeping the faces of the staring women, including me. "That cock just does not come up." He stopped, letting his message sink in. "I'm sorry, girls, but I'm all sham. I guess it's psychological, but I haven't seen my cock hard in a long time."

Teresa's face fell. She believed him! Joan and Dolly took what he said as a challenge, I was sure. I glanced over at my father, grinning at Mom and shaking his head. I suspected, and I was sure my dad knew, that this was the world's oldest put-on. It was like a character I read about in one of my horny novels, telling the chicks he was really gay and wished with all his heart he could respond to a woman, but it had just proven impossible for him to get excited at the prospect of fucking a cunt. All the girls in the book fell for it and gave him super blow jobs and encouraged him, once he was up just temporarily to fuck the living daylights out of them before his cock fell down. The guy in the story darn near screwed himself to death. I suspected Mike must have read the book.

Joan strolled over to our prisoner, standing between my brothers. "I think this man needs a little help in getting ready to die. Hold him tight."

She reached out for that heavy tool and bounced it in her hands. Even soft, the wide head of it was almost more than she could take in her mouth. But did she try! She sucked him and jacked him like an angel of salvation destined to help this poor man with his terrible problem. That huge cock began to rise, and rise, and rise! Joan backed away, giving the long destroyer room to grow.

"Hold me more tightly," Mike muttered to Dirk and Allen. "If she's at all lucky and that thing fills up, it will take so much, all the blood will rush down from my head and I'll get faint and fall right over!"

Joan let out a strangled giggle and got to her feet, taking a swipe at Mike's long dong. "You rat! I'll be damned if I'll help you faint."

"Let me in there," Teresa spoke up. "I will kill this burglar. Right before your eyes." Mike's head dropped to watch her take even more of him into her mouth than Joan had been able to handle. He gasped at the nipping of her white teeth when she went to work on him, determined to kill him standing right there holding his empty coffee cup.

My father was watching the crazy scene with a huge grin on his face. Poor Mom didn't know what to think, I'm sure. My brothers seemed to have gone half-gay, for a minute, staring and staring enviously at Mike's immense weapon. Dolly and Joan were just waiting, I knew. They would teach this burglar a thing or two about how to die like a man.

My pussy began to sort of cringe in terror as I watched Mike grow even longer and stiffer and finally reach a state of erection that made my mom's coffee cup slip out of her nervous fingers and break into a dozen pieces on the kitchen floor. "Oh, oh! How could a woman ever take all that in her poor little cunt?" she asked my father.

My daddy patted her on her bottom and hugged her tightly. "Heck, you've had three kids. You know how a pussy can stretch so much its hard to believe, and then go right back to being delightfully tight around a man's dick." She thought a moment and then agreed with him. After hearing my father's thought on pussies and huge cocks, I'll admit I began to look at Mike with a gleam in my eyes. Dolly and Joan were way ahead of me! They must have taken some big ones and they survived beautifully, I could tell that Dolly was growing impatient. Her eyes were very bright and she had absently opened her robe and her hand was busy on her pussy. "This man will die of old age, before we punish him, if we don't get on with it," she said. "I'm going to kill my half right now. O.K. Joan?" Without waiting for Joan to answer, she tossed her robe on the kitchen table and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide. Already her pretty pussy was glistening wet and her hole was opening and closing, with little tiny flutters. She was really keyed up! Dirk and Allen marched our captive up close to her and stood holding his arms tightly.

"I don't think I can bear to watch this," my mom gasped. She had her hand inside my father's robe. "Let's go back to bed, darling." Daddy grinned at her and asked the boys if they could handle Mike. They nodded vigorously, staring at Dolly's wet snatch. Both of them had big erections that throbbed and jerked in the air as much as Mike's weapon. Dad and Mom headed for their bedroom, but if my father got any more sleep it would have to be the miracle of the week!

Mike's eyes were glued to Dolly's cunt. He was hot as two foxes, and yet he had a humorous glint in his eye. I was watching him closely. He was a real character! Rather nonchalant, and perfectly at ease, for a man about to die. Here was someone worth knowing, I thought to myself… even other than sexually. There had to be some unusual reason why a cool cat like him would take up such a hazardous profession as house-breaking. His immense dong was pointing straight at Dolly's wet hole, rigid and lifting with little jerks with every beat of his heart. His wide cockhead was almost touching the opening of her hole when he turned to Dirk and said, "Don't you think we should wait until I get an erection?"

Dirk cracked up completely! He threw up his hands and doubled over with laughter. He kept his face straight with a concentrated effort, and murmured, "No. Mike. Why don't you go ahead and try to do what you can, even though you're sort of small and limp."

Mike moved an inch closer and then bent over to tell Dolly, "Man, there's something I feel you should know." Dolly was almost beside herself with feverish heat. Mike inched closer to her quivering cunt. "Well, Mike, I'm a truly courteous gentleman from Texas, not Kansas. You see, a crude man from Kansas will just walk up to you and – bang! – put it right in. But us Texans well, we put it in and then we walked up to you."

Dolly groaned. "Dirk, will you give this clown a push on his ass and tell him to stop with the jokes, already, and fuck me!"

Mike raised his hand, waving it in the air to Dirk. "I'll do it. I'm ready to die." His hips moved forward, slowly, and we all heard Dolly gasp in shock as her pussy parted. He was about halfway in when her hands reached down to press against his stomach. "Wait. Wait," she gasped. "Give me a minute. Oh my! I'm split right up the middle. Joan honey, you may have to kill more than just your half of this guy. Maybe this execution isn't too great an idea. In fact, I'm sure it isn't. I chicken out. Pull him back, Dirk. Please!"

She sat upholding her pussy with both hands. "I don't know about this, Joan. You won't walk straight for four days if you let Mr. Big get into you."

Teresa spoke up. I wondered how she had been able to hold off even this long, from getting into the battle. "Let me on that table, Dolly. I have to help protect this beautiful home from men like him. Didn't we all agree he had to be punished for breaking in and scaring poor Debby?"

She spread her legs and lifted her knees, her black-haired cunt so wet with anticipation she almost dripped. Mike smiled down at her and began walking like a man from Texas. Terry gave a shuddering groan as her cunt walls stretched, but her hands gripped the edge of the table and she held her pound. We all watched in astonishment as more and more of Mike's cock disappeared inside her. Mike seemed to have lost some of his what-the-hell manner. He began stroking himself into her, gradually, easy and, gentle. I could see the fires beginning to glow inside Terry. Having seen her in action, I knew the horrible death that was waiting for Mike. But if he died, it would be with the biggest smile in the world on his face!

Mike was now buried inside Terry about three fourths of the way. To my absolute astonishment, Terry began easing back from him, scooting over the table top, retreating! "Too much! I can not take all that cock. No way!"

Mike had the oddest expression on his face. If ever a man was keyed up to screw, he was the man. I could see he was wrestling with something in his mind. "Maybe I'll regret saying this, but my poor balls are so full I think they will kill me, for you, if I don't get off pretty damn quick." He turned to Allen. "Please! Out in my car, on the road below your house. There's someone there, waiting for me. Please don't frighten her, but tell her what's happened and ask her to come with you up to the house."

Allen stared at him, not knowing quite what to do. We all exchanged glances and then there was a babble voices, all telling Allen to go get that someone. He shrugged, hesitated, then made for the door.

In a few minutes he was back, holding the hand of a round-eyed woman who looked scared silly, in spite of her size. She was an Amazon! As tall as Mike, with huge breasts and hips, but built in surprisingly beautiful proportions for such a large woman. When she saw Mike she flew into his arms, crying and begging to know what had happened.

Mike held her tightly, stroking her hair and trying to calm her down. In a few crisp sentences he told her how wrong his adventure in housebreaking had gone, and that it had been decided by his victims that he had to be punished – and how he was to be put to death. His girl stared at us, unbelieving. Her eyes missed nothing, flicking from Dolly to Joan and then to Terry and me. She positively stared at my twin brothers, who stared back at more woman than I'm sure either of them had ever seen.

"I – my name is Bunny," she said quietly.

Dirk grinned from ear to ear. He went over to the stove and jiggled the coffee pot. "There's enough left for you, Bunny." He almost choked over her name, but he managed to pour her a cup of the hot black brew. "If we are to accept this substitute executioner," he grinned, "don't you all think we should go out to the play room in the guest house? It's roomier and I'm sure better suited for what's coming, than this hard kitchen table."

No one disagreed. We all went out to the guest house, Mike leading a very confused Bunny by the hand. This I would not have missed for a million dollars. I knew Bunny could take Mike and maybe even cry for more, but I wanted to see his huge cock penetrate this beautiful Amazon creature and to hear her moan her delight as she helped us carry out our plans to destroy poor Mike.