Ken Preston: More than a daughter

Bunny laughed. "I almost wet my panties. I was so frightened, out there. Mike has never done anything like what he tried to pull off tonight. He's honest as the day is long… it's just that… well, our bills piled up and he got desperate. In a way, I wish he was willing to go back to something we tried a couple of times, together. We made a bundle. At least, that wouldn't land us in jail. Or end up with his captors slating him for execution." She grinned at all of us.

I had to know about what they'd tried. Mike ducked his head, and colored a bit, which surprised me, but he clamed up. All of us kept heckling him, our curiosity now aroused so much we seemed to have forgotten about the killing that was supposed to happen in that room.

Bunny leaned over to kiss Mike, squeezing his cock and rubbing her huge breasts against his arm. Teresa about had kittens! "I… well, O.K. O.K. I'll tell," Mike grinned. "A couple of weeks ago I ran across a very wealthy executive who had a wild sense of humor. He wanted to pull a gag on his friends that he'd invited to a cocktail party at his mansion. He was a pretty good guy, in my book, and very generous with his wallet, when he unfolded his scheme to me. He advanced Bunny and me enough money to rent me a tux and her a knockout evening gown. We mingled with his guests, and I must say everyone took us for part of the blue-ribbon roster of bank presidents and stock brokers and sales executives who were his guests. About half way through the evening, Bunny and me started making out, but in a reserved way, on a big couch in the middle of the living room. We kissed and felt each other up and she panted convincingly enough to cause the guests around us to buzz-buzz to each other and sort of look the other way in embarrassment."

"You should have seen their faces!" Bunny smiled. "And when Mike slid my dress up my legs and I spread my knees so he could get his hand square on my pussy, I thought those old biddies would bust their girdles! They beat their gums and ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to find our host and complain about that outrageous young couple on the couch. Of course, Mike's friend had made himself scarce and was peeking through some ornamental screens at the end of the room, trying desperately to choke back his laughter."

Dirk broke in, "Did you actually do it right there in front of all the society register guests?" Mike and Bunny both nodded.

Bunny grinned and absently held both her tits in her strong hands. "I actually got turned on, with Mike messing around with me and all the men and women staring at me. I shrugged my gown down off my shoulders and rubbed my nipples against Mike's chest. They stood up so hard I thought they'd snap off. But when I pulled his cock out of his fly and began jacking him off, bedlam really broke loose! Some men tried to drag their wives out of the room, out of pure envy of Mike, I'm sure, but their old bitch wives dragged their heels in the deep carpet so hard they made little furrows you could have planted potatoes in. They wanted to watch, but yet they didn't want to. Some of the guests turned their backs to us, but peered at us in the mirrors around the walls. Others, men mostly, gathered around us in a tight circle, downing their drinks like hot thirsty camels, and cheering us on."

Mike leaned over to kiss his wife. "You haven't seen this gorgeous creature in the nude. She is a real show-stopper!"

"Can we. Now? Huh? Right now!" my brothers chorused. I shushed them and told them to cool it.

"Well, when Bunny had me up full, she stood up and stepped out of her gown, stark naked. You should have heard the men! And the women! Although they did make different kinds of sounds," he laughed. "She pushed me down on the sofa, got on her knees and went down on me, her round bottom hiked up in the air and waving at all the flabby old bags in their diamonds and gowns. I noticed the circle of men, with a woman or two in there, too, drew closer around us."

"Funny thing," Bunny put in. "I felt a warm hand or two brush my cheeks, but no one got fresh with their fingers. The crowd was hot, but they were at a loss as to how much of their thin veneer of civilized behavior they could peel off and not be criticized by their fellow guests, afterwards. When I was sucking on Mike's delicious cock, one old biddy absolutely blew her top. She screamed for our host and demanded that her husband stop that terrible performance. He calmly adjusted his glasses and bent down to squint at my mouth tight around Mike's cockhead. Well, I don't know now, he drawled. I would say their performance is something less than terrible. In fact, if had a cock as superb as this young man's and you knew how to suck me even half as well as she is doing, I do believe I'd encourage you to do me, right here in the midst of this crowd. His wife turned purple and huffed off toward the bar. Later, I noticed one of the other men put his business card into my purse."

Mike laughed, remembering the wild ruckus in the packed room when he opened Bunny's legs and moved into her, I guessed. "When she lay back and held her furry pussy open for me to enter her, I thought the men would go ape. We both sort of cringed at the low animal sounds we heard around us, and the whispered horny words of encouragement to Bunny that slipped out of those uppercrust executives. They were so hot to see us screw they must have melted every cube of ice in their drinks."

"Didn't it kind of get to you, Bunny?" I asked. "I mean, fucking with all those strange hot eyes staring at your cunt." She nodded, her eyes bright and her hands going to Mike's crotch.

"It got to me all right. I'd never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but there's something about making love under the eyes of a bunch of hot men that gets to you."

"Right on!" Mike continued. "We were playing it straight. Like we were just two more guests at the party who had gotten carried away with sexual excitement and couldn't wait to get home to screw. We used only the traditional missionary position but we moaned and groaned and tore the sofa all to heck, for the crowd, and we both faked fantastic climaxes for the standees packed around us. Then Bunny, acting suddenly shy and embarrassed, slipped back into her gown, helped me get dressed, and we picked up our drinks and tried to melt into the confused, noisy crowd. We were paid enough, for having a terrifically exciting evening, to pay off most of our accumulated bills… but then there we were, flat broke again, and me with no job prospects other than selling vacuums, door to door."

The feelings of sympathy and affection that had grown between us, listening to Mike and Bunny's tales of woe had erased all our thoughts of punishing our burglar. All of us felt we now had two more wonderful friends, people like us – young and horny – and with problems that we wanted very much to help them solve. Bunny stretched out on the floor, relaxed, and clasped her hands under her head, idly rubbing Mike's strong leg with her foot. "When I found that man's business card in my purse, I figured he must have put it there for a definite reason. I begged Mike until he called him."

It was Joan and Dolly's turn to say the same thing at the saint time, just like my brother's habit. "What did he want?"

Mike hesitated, then he said, "Well, in a nutshell, he wanted me to screw his wife."

"WHAT?" we all chorused. Bunny held up her hand and smiled.

"It wasn't that they were swingers or sex nuts or anything like that. The man had a problem, and when he'd seen us do our thing, the solution came to him in a flash."

Mike grinned, shaking his head and laying down to pillow his head on Bunny's tummy. "He had the reverse of my problem, in a way. When we went to his office, he told his secretary no calls, locked his door and poured out his heart to both of us. He was built about normal, it turned out, but his wife had decided he was too small, and was no longer a man who could satisfy her in bed. She wanted to cut loose, go to sex parties and seek true satisfaction, to use her words to her husband."