Frank Harper - Daisy_s dog

Lucifer started right out humping furiously, his front legs clamped around Daisy, his hot breath on her back, his hot, wet tongue licking her skin now and then. She hunched along with the fast strokes, the knot that had formed in the pistoning cock adding to the tremendous pleasure she was receiving from the unnatural coupling.

The dog's jabbing cock exploded and flooded Daisy's clasping cunt with hot cum too soon for her to melt into an orgasm. When the hound stopped humping, his cock still hard, the big knot still there, Daisy moaned and kept on hunching and wriggling her ass.

Seeming to sense she'd been left hanging, Luke helped Matthew hold the dog in place with one hand, while he slipped his other hand under, inserted a finger, and diddled her elongated clit. Just as she started spasming, Lucifer began humping her again and shot another load of jism into her steaming, snapping snatch.

Daisy quickly recovered and said it was all right to let the dog withdraw. She thought her cunt was big enough and juicy enough to easily allow the knot to slip out. She'd thought right, and Mark let the hound lap the cum from her gaping gash. She enjoyed that, glad a little later when she didn't see scorn registering in the boys' eyes because of the bestiality, but still feeling shame for herself.

All three had tents in the front of their pants. Mark saw her looking, chuckled, and said they were supposed to be in training and had football practice the next day, but if she wasn't satisfied, they'd take care of her. Daisy said she'd probably had enough sex to last until she got to Los Angeles.

They all told her they didn't want her to leave, that their father was an understanding, good-natured man, and she agreed to at least wait until the next day before hitting the road.

Daisy got dressed while Mark was taking Lucifer back with the rest of the dogs. When they got to the kitchen, Matthew suggested they have something to eat. Daisy said she wasn't hungry and was going to take a bath and go to bed. Luke got her to promise to be there when they got home from school the next day, then she told them good night and went upstairs.

The sun was shining the next morning. Daisy sensed that she'd slept very late. She went to the window and saw that the station wagon was gone. The truck was there, though, and she hated to face the boys' father.

She'd been told he slept in a downstairs bedroom. She went to the bathroom, still naked, brushed her teeth and washed her face. Back in the bedroom, she brushed her hair at the dressing table while trying to decide what to wear. Not that she had much of a choice, she thought.

She decided on the skirt and blouse, thinking that if she did get out on the highway it'd be easier to get a ride if her legs were exposed. So much had happened to her, it'd be kind of silly to worry about being raped. Hell, it might be a good idea jut to offer to fuck her way out to the coast!

Taking the zipper bag, Daisy went downstairs. John Griffith was sitting at the table drinking coffee. He smiled when Daisy entered and told her to join him. She dropped the bag to the floor, silently poured a cup of coffee, and sat down opposite the handsome man. She'd been told he was thirty-eight, but she felt he could easily pass for ten years younger.

They sipped coffee, and she managed to hold up her end of the friendly chit-chat he started. He didn't leer at her, or make any suggestive remarks, and it was as if he hadn't seen her sexing it up with his three sons. Finally, there was a lull in their talk, and she realized he was just as nervous as she was.

After a short silence, he glanced at the bag on the floor and said he'd understood she'd meant to stay for a while. She told him she'd figured he might not want her to stay after what he'd seen, then found herself blurting out the story she'd told his sons at the cabin.

He didn't interrupt, and she finished by saying she was ashamed of her behavior with his sons. He told her he'd never claimed to be an angel, that he could understand why she'd let herself go in such a manner after being treated so shabbily by her father, then said he'd gladly do anything he could to help her.

"You should go back to school, Daisy. I'm fairly influential in town and there wouldn't be any trouble enrolling if I vouched for you. Which I would, of course. I'd tell them you were my niece, and there wouldn't be any trouble. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful," Daisy said, meaning it as much as she'd ever meant anything in her life. "I'd work around here, though. To earn my keep. I'd cook and clean house and wash clothes and…"

"That'd be enough," John cut in with a smile. "Then it's settled?"

"On one condition," Dairy said. "I want to go all-out in trying to lead a normal life. If your sons agree to skip the sex, I'd be glad to accept your kind offer, Mr. Griffith."

Daisy thought she saw disappointment registering in her benefactor's blue eyes. She figured she'd been mistaken, though, when he said, "If my sons don't treat you the way you want to be treated, Daisy, they'd have to answer to me. I wish you'd call me John, though. The boys call me by my first name most of the time, and it makes me feel old when I'm called Mister."

Daisy told him he didn't look his age, then added that thirty-eight wasn't really old. He laughed and said he kept telling himself that. She couldn't keep from wondering if he'd gotten a hard-on while listening to her sordid tale, as had his sons. The table blocked her view. She told herself if she ready meant to change her ways, she'd have to stop thinking about hard cocks and everything else having to do with sex.

They talked some more, with Daisy finding it easy to call the kindly man John. He mentioned that she'd need some new clothes, offered to buy them, and she accepted when he reminded her she'd earn more than her meals and a place to sleep by working around the place.

He told her he had to go to town and would get her clothes, talk to the school principal, and she could start school the next day, adding that there'd be less talk if she didn't go shopping with him. She gave her measurements, including her shoe size, and he left in the truck. She prepared and ate a big breakfast, happy because she'd gotten such a lucky break.

Daisy found that there wasn't much to do in the house. She found her thoughts turning to sex again, and knew it'd be tough as hell to cut out the screwing while living in the same house with three healthy and horny males. Four males, rather. Because John was just as attractive as his sons. Even more so. Maybe because she hadn't fucked him, he seemed more attractive. There had been a disappointed look in his eyes when she'd said she wanted to lead a normal life.

But what was normal? Maybe if she just took on one male at a time, it'd be normal, more natural. She'd always thought being buggered was unnatural. It'd seemed the thing to do at the time, though. It'd felt damned good, too. Just like being fucked by the dogs had felt wonderful.

Daisy could hear a dog barking now and then. She hadn't told John about the sex with the two dogs, and she hoped his sons wouldn't tell him, either.

Restless because of her erotic thoughts, Daisy decided to go for a walk before she ended up fingering herself. She circled the big house, looking at the many flowers and shrubs, then started towards the kennels. Satan came running to meet her. He was the only dog allowed to run free, she knew, and he was more of a pet than the rest and wasn't to be sold.

Satan wagged his tail when she patted his head, but he didn't try to jump up on her. Suddenly making up her mind, aware that the idea had been there before she'd left the home, Daisy took the friendly hound into the store room and closed the door.

Driven by an overpowering lust, her fingers trembling, her heart pounding, Daisy quickly stripped out of her clothes. One more time wouldn't do any harm, she told herself. When she started school, there'd be plenty of things to do keep her mind off sex and the demanding desires of her body. Besides, it'd be silly to celebrate her good fortune with her finger when nobody would ever know that she'd used the dog's handy cock.