Ken Preston: More than a daughter

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.