The front door was locked. He couldn't get it opened and he was afraid to disturb the occupants inside. A light shone through the curtains, but he could see nothing, not even shadows. And the windows were locked tight.
Another shriek came through the thick wooden door. It was an ungodly noise that shook him right down to his shoes. The bastards, thought Buck Dilly, clenching his fists. If he could just get close enough to get his big bands around that punk's neck he'd be happy. His hands still had strength and he could squeeze Bert Anderson's fat neck until the fucker's eyeballs rolled in their sockets.
He looked around then remembered the Juniper tree he had planted. That was a decade ago, but the tree had been a bastard to plant. The old Admiral didn't have many years left and he wanted a full size Juniper to look at. A light went on inside his skull and he quickly scurried to the tree which had caused him so much agony. The branches lifted high up to the roof – right up to the window. Buck hadn't climbed a tree since childhood, but he did now, shinnying up the bark until his fingers could latch onto a branch. His strong hands gripped tightly and with all the strength he could muster, Buck pulled himself into the tree crotch. His heart pounded a mile a minute, but he was safe. He fought his way through the tangle of leaves, edging carefully up the main branch until his hand touched the window sill. His ass would be in a sling if someone was asleep inside. It might get him killed. Then he heard another scream downstairs which he recognized as his own daughter's and he said to hell with caution and tried the window.
Luckily, it was open. And luckier, no one was in the bedroom when he climbed in and lumbered onto the unmade bed.
"That bastard," Buck repeated, "I'll kill bin."
The footsteps coming up the stairs cut him short. Who was that? Bert Anderson? The blood pounded so hard in his ears it sounded like an ocean. He couldn't be sure, except that the padding of feet was coming his way.
Hiding behind the door, he crouched, holding his breath as the door slowly opened. He saw the hall light glint off the figure of a tall, slender person and he had just a split second to react. Buck came charging out, fist drawn back and slugged Heidi square on the chin sending the blonde down to the floor with hardly a sound.
"Holy shit!" Buck exclaimed seeing that his victim was actually a comely and well proportioned blonde. The smell rising from her cunt was strong and earthy, a fragrance that excited Buck, made his balls yearn for hot and heavy sex. And she just lay there, like a wilted statue for goodness sakes. He opened the door and followed the noises coming from downstairs. Buck heard a chirping sound then a sagging noise of flesh kneading flesh. Cautiously, he descended the carpeted stairs, his nerves strung tied as cat gut. He hadn't forgotten the Olympic medal and the Silver Star that Anderson had won. The guy had balls, real balls, and in a fair fight Buck would get his ass creamed.
He was careful and the tension balled inside his gut felt big as a watermelon, but he had to keep going. Just had to. The sounds of his daughter grew louder. He knew what they were, nobody had to tell Buck Dilly what a woman in the throes of passion sounded like. Jesus, his cock was big as a banana and he hurt so fucking bad creeping one step at a time. On the landing his blood pressure shot up so high it felt like his head would come off. But he kept going. In the hallway, he saw the fighting staff, the type used by the warriors in Kung Fu movies and he grabbed it and turned the corner just in time to see Bert Anderson plunge his dick into his daughter's wet, willing pussy.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" she cried out.
The sound of her voice made him want to puke. He bit down on his teeth and tasted his own blood as his belly fought to vomit. He approached closer and closer, the staff over his head. And then Alice raised her head and saw him and Bert was turning around. Shit, he could see the surprised look on the coach's face and there was only one move to make. One quick one and Buck lunged forward bringing tile staff down with a crunch against Bert's head.
Anderson, slumped sideways and fell to the floor unconscious. Now only his daughter was left. Her nude, pubescent body was covered with sweat. It dripped from her forehead down to her shoulder and through the valley of her small breasts. It continued gathering force until a rivulet of sweat trickled through her cunt slit where the sweat was joined by fresh semen.
"Daddy," she said exhausted, almost beyond pain and surprise.
And Buck was close to exhaustion to. He stood holding the club and then seeing that Bert was knocked colder than a clam, he dropped it and approached his daughter.
God, what are you going to do? he thought. He touched her neck and Alice pulled away. So he slapped her hard across the cheek and that brought the little cunt around. He thirsted for some tequila. God, a king's ransom for some of the stuff.
"Bitch!" he shouted. He pulled viciously at her hair as he pulled off his pants, exposing his rigid cock to her surprised face. Alice was horrified. She trembled like a leaf in his grip and tears welled in her eyes. Yet she could not stop looking at his monstrous tool. It was awesomely big and it belong to her father.