Frank Harper - Daisy_s dog

Satan had settled on his haunches near the door. As soon as she was naked, Daisy stretched out on her back on the pile of gunny sacks. She parted her legs and was surprised when Satan didn't come right to her. She wondered if one of the bitches was in heat and Satan had somehow managed to do some uncontrolled fucking. Mark had told her that John followed a carefully planned breeding program. Maybe John had used Satan to service a bitch that morning. A four legged bitch, Daisy thought bitterly. God, but she was really turning into a depraved two-legged slut!

Daisy had been fondling her hard-tipped titties. Despite her sudden self-disgust, she spread her legs wider, lifted her knees, and slipped her hands down to her cunt. She parted the already moist lips with her fingers, then scooped in with one hand and smeared the cunt juice all around the inside of her thighs.

Satan got to his feet and slowly approached Daisy. She figured he'd gotten a whiff of her cunt juices and it'd turned him on. She lifted her hands from her crotch and whispered, "Come on, Satan! Lick me! Lap my cunt!"

The hound moved close and began licking all around on the inside of Daisy's thighs, the feel of his rough tongue making her shudder with eager anticipation. As he licked closer to her gaping gash, she began stimulating her erect nipples by rolling each one between a thumb and forefinger. She wanted to climax under his lapping tongue and then again with his cock jabbing away in her cunt.

When Satan began licking between Daisy's pussylips, she let go of her tingling nipples, shoved her hands down, and pried the outer lips farther apart so he could get at the hot, wet inner cunt flesh. She moaned when the hot, rough tongue began lapping the folds of tender, sensitive flesh. She wriggled her ass and hunched forward, causing the tongue to make contact with her unhooded clitoris.

The elongated organ seemed to vibrate like crazy as the tongue lapped furiously. The warm breath and the tickling whiskers added to the incredible pleasure. Daisy soon bucked and lurched through a spasmodic orgasm, unable to keep from crying out with pleasure, then making little whimpering sounds as the dog greedily licked up the cum cream from her palpitating pussy.

She finally pushed Satan away, happy to see his long, red, glistening cock poking out of its sheath. She quickly got on her hands and knees, glad the dog was experienced, sure he'd know exactly what to do and how to do it.

Daisy didn't have to help Satan mount her. As soon as he was in position, he hunched and his hard, slippery prick slid into her hot, wet cunt. She moaned as the hot cock was pushed all the way in, the knot compensating for the lack of thickness along the length of the rest of the slender shaft.

Satan immediately began rutting in and almost out of Daisy's quivering twat. She began moving with him, slamming her ass back and forth, wanting to feel his pistoning cock as deep as she could inside her clasping cunt.

Sensing the dog wouldn't last very long before climaxing, Daisy balanced her weight on one hand and arm and stimulated her stiffened clit with the middle finger of her other hand. She timed the movements of her finger with the fast thrusts of the dog's knotted prick, desperately trying for a simultaneous climax.

Satan suddenly began pumping even faster, and Daisy matched the new pace with her frigging finger. Just as she felt Satan's sperm jetting like a geyser against the contracting walls of her snatch, another explosive orgasm racked her body.

The hound didn't withdraw right away. He left his knotted cock embedded, panting, his breath hot on the back of Daisy's neck. She removed her finger from her clitoris, the familiar sense of shame sweeping through her. This would be the last time, she told herself. There'd be no more dog-fucking! No matter how horny she got, she wouldn't degrade herself in such a terrible manner ever again!

Satan dismounted before the knot was completely gone from his cock, but it didn't hurt Daisy. She let him lick her cunt and asshole, and enjoyed the sensation, but she again promised herself that she'd never visit the kennels again for the purpose of fucking.

By the time Daisy had hurriedly dressed, anxious to take a bath, as well as afraid of being caught, Satan had stretched out on the sacks and was sleeping. She had to nudge him with a foot to get him awake, then had to practically drag him out of the store room.

In the upstairs bathroom, she undressed again, then took a leisurely bath, trying without much success to make her mind as contented as her sexually satisfied body.

The afternoon passed fairly fast. Daisy had a ham sandwich and coffee, then busied herself in the kitchen, putting on a pot roast for dinner, cleaning things that didn't ready need cleaning, vacuuming carpets that were already spotless.

Keeping busy did get her in a better mental state, and when the boys came home from school, she didn't waste any time telling about her determination to lead a normal life. They were disappointed, and Mark said he thought she was being silly, but they agreed to go along with her wishes-to prove they ready liked her, Luke said.

All three were pleased because she'd gotten things straight with their father. John arrived shortly afterward, his arms loaded down with packages, and told the boys to go out and bring in the rest of the things he'd bought. Excited, happy when John said he'd fixed everything for her to enroll in school, Daisy began opening packages. She found two of just about everything. Two lovely dresses, two skirts, blouses, bras, panties, dress shoes, loafers, pantyhose, and even two nightgowns. She thanked John, told him she'd never be able to repay him, and impulsively kissed him on the cheek. His face got red, he mumbled something about catching the news, and hurried from the kitchen.

"I think John's falling for you," Matthew told Daisy.

"Aren't we all?" Mark asked, laughing.

Wanting to change the subject, hoping John wouldn't start liking her too much, Daisy asked the guys to carry the new clothes upstairs so she could set the table for dinner.

They did, and after they'd eaten, all four complimenting her on cooking such an excellent meal, the boys volunteered to do the dishes, so Daisy hurried upstairs to try on her new clothes.

Everything fit perfectly. She tried on clothes for over an hour, posing, parading around in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, happily admiring the lovely garments, the first expensive clothes she'd ever had.

She was wearing one of the new outfits when Mark called from downstairs and told her to let them take a look. She went to the living room, enjoyed the admiring looks and remarks she received from all four males, and ended up modeling most of her new wardrobe. She lost count of the times she went up and down the stairs.

There weren't any suggestive remarks, and the boys kept their hands off, but she felt that the fact their father was there was mostly responsible for that. After she'd finished modeling, she told everybody good night, explaining that she wanted to get plenty of sleep so she'd be in good shape for school the next day.

In her room, she carefully placed her clothes in the closet and in a bureau drawer, then went to bed. She heard the truck leave and figured John had gone to visit a female friend. It entered her mind that he'd be a good catch if she were older. Soon she heard the boys come upstairs and go to their rooms. She had a few second thoughts about just how "normal" a life she wanted to live-and felt a flash of desire as she thought of the various sex acts she'd enjoyed so much.

Daisy felt she'd won a minor victory when she was able to go to sleep without even masturbating.

Everything went smoothly the next day. Daisy rode to school with the three brothers early enough to enroll before classes started. They told her where to catch the bus if she didn't want to wait until after football practice that afternoon.