Ken Preston: More than a daughter

"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.

All the way out to the guest house I had been watching Mike's long tool swinging back and forth. In no way was I going to even try to take his cock in my tight hole, but I was dying of curiosity to at least feel it and heft the heavy thing.

Bunny spoke up, for the first time since we'd entered the guest house. Her voice was low and throaty, and very sexy. She took Mike's big hands in hers and held them tightly. "At least, honey, we do have each other and the sex problem is whipped, I had been looking for a man like you longer than I'll care to admit. One built like you. You see," she said, turning to us, "I'm a little different than most women."

Mike hugged her close. "On our first date, sex reared its horny head, so to speak. We had eyes for no one else, from the first moment we met. When we got down to the wire, I took a deep breath, put her hand on me, and waited."

Bunny laughed, tossing her long hair and showing flashing white teeth, her full breasts jiggling under her loose sweater. "Poor Mike! When I pulled that fantastic thing out of his fly and started crying happy tears all over it, you'd think he'd found five million dollars, the way his face lit up! That very night he found I could take every inch he had, and I had a man to love me who filled me so full I about swooned with happiness. Almost twelve hours flew by before we were exhausted enough to curl up in each other's arms and practically pass out."

Allen spoke up, smiling at Bunny with real affection and sympathy in his eyes. "If I scared you, when I came up to the car where you were waiting for Mike, I apologize."