Frank Harper - Daisy_s dog

Daisy understood what Mark meant, and she knew he hadn't meant to hurt her feelings, but that didn't keep her from feeling like a wanton bitch.

"I must be turning into some kind of a nympho," Daisy said. "Or maybe I already have!"

"I just think you're trying to make up for lost time," Mark said seriously. "Besides, women are simply capable of having more climaxes than a man, and in one way I envy you. It's just -"

"I understand," Daisy cut in. "I'll take it easy on you guys from now on."

Matthew came into the room with Lucifer on a leash. He said John and Luke had taken Satan. When Lucifer spotted Daisy, he strained at the leash and practically dragged Matthew across the room. Daisy let the hound lick her sperm-filled cunt, then folded her legs back so the rough tongue could lap her asshole.

When Matthew pulled the horny dog away, Daisy quickly got on her hands and knees, wanting her gaping, quivering gash plugged by the long, red, glistening cock that poked out from the hairy sheath. Mark got down and made sure Lucifer's cock slipped into the right hole. Daisy thrust backward as the dog mounted her, moaning with lust as the hot, slippery cock probed deep into her clasping cunt.

Lucifer began rutting in and out of Daisy's pussy, slamming hard against her butt, his knotted prick scraping her cunt walls, and within thirty seconds she was soaring through a blissful orgasm.

Oh, God, she thought, what was to become of her? Would she ever learn to control herself? Her body had betrayed her again!

The dog hadn't stopped humping. Daisy knew he was getting close to a climax. She started moving again, matching the fast thrusts, blocking everything from her feverish mind except the wondrous sensations she was experiencing. When the knotted dog prick spurted and flooded her cunt with hot cum, she spasmed again, deciding moments later that lust sure as hell didn't have any

mercy.

Sunday evening, after the session in the afternoon with the two brothers and the dog, Daisy let Luke spend about am hour in her room before he went to his own room to sleep. They sucked and fucked and had a wonderful time, and Daisy got him to promise to help her stay clear of the dogs.

Monday evening she let Matthew spend about an hour with her before he went to his room. They had a great time sucking and fucking, and he also promised to help her break the dog-fucking habit. He shot off once in her mouth, and she thrilled to two spasmodic releases.

Tuesday evening she gave Mark a turn. He said he felt she was foolish to want to give up the extra pleasures of dog-fucking, but promised to help her an he could. They sucked and fucked, she again had two blissful orgasms, while he had just one – in her asshole.

Wednesday afternoon Daisy had a sexual adventure away from the big house she'd started to look upon as a home. Her math teacher asked her to stay after class a few minutes. She did, figuring he was going to get on her butt for turning in an incomplete exam paper the day before. He told her she needed more help than he was able to give her in class, and suggested she go home with him that afternoon.

When she simply stared, suspecting he had things other than school work in mind, he laughed and told her not to get the wrong idea, that his wife would be there. Still suspicious, she protested that she had to go to cheerleading practice. He wanted to know if cheerleading was more important than passing math, then said he'd have her back in time for her to ride home with her cousins after football practice.

Curious as to how the handsome teacher knew that much about her, and also wanting to see the wife – as well as knowing she needed all the help in math she could get – Daisy agreed to meet Mr. Eaton a block from the school directly after the last class of the day. It made sense to her when he explained there was no need to take a chance on starting foolish gossip over something as innocent as helping her graduate that year.

Daisy told one of the other cheerleaders she wasn't feeling well and was going to skip practice that day. She'd only been standing on the corner a few minutes when the teacher drove up in a late-model car. She got in beside him, noticed the way his eyes went to her bare legs and lower thighs, and decided if he did have something like rape in mind, he was in for a surprise. She wouldn't be too easy if she could help it, but if she hadn't been willing to give sex a try with him she wouldn't have gotten in the car. She was still a little sorry about kicking the would-be rapist in the balls, and she didn't want to be involved in that kind of a scene again.

It wasn't very far to Mister Eaton's home, a small bungalow at the edge of town. There wasn't any talk, but Daisy didn't mind. It wasn't really an uncomfortable silence, and she sensed the man was far more nervous than she was. She'd already made up her mind to accept any advances he might make. She'd had sex with her own father and brother, with two different dogs and the Griffith brothers, and had the hots for their father, so why not give in to her desire to experiment further with the handsome teacher?

Inside the house, in the living room, Mr. Eaton motioned for Daisy to sit down on a couch. She did, and felt a pang of disappointment when he told her his wife must be taking a bath.

"Mona's something of a nut on cleanliness, Daisy. She takes three and four baths or showers each day. Well, I guess we'd better get right to work."

Daisy had brought her math book. The teacher sat down beside her, not very close, and Daisy wondered if she could've been imagining things. She sure as hell wasn't interested in sitting there going over math problems!

"Oh! I'm sorry! You should've come and told me you'd brought somebody home with you, Ray!"

Daisy looked up and saw just about the most beautiful female she'd ever seen. Completely naked, Mr. Eaton's wife looked as if she'd just stepped from the centerfold of one of the more expensive men's magazines. She had dark-red hair, above and below, and her tits were big, but rode high and jutted majestically. She had a tiny waist, curving out into softly rounded hips, her hips blending beautifully with firmly rounded thighs. She wasn't all that tall, but her legs were long and very shapely. Her eyes were green, her features perfect. She looked to be about twenty-five.

"This is my wife, Daisy. Mona, this lovely young girl is Daisy Morley."

"Hello, Daisy," Mona said, her voice low and pleasant. "You are lovely, honey, and by the look on your pretty face I can tell Ray hasn't explained a damn thing to you."

"I thought it'd be better if we explained things while the three of us were together, Mona. In fact, it might be a good idea for you to do the talking, honey. I'm in the mood to do something far more exciting at the moment."

While speaking in an ordinary tone of voice, as if it were perfectly natural for his lovely wife to be as naked as the proverbial jaybird, Ray Eaton had gotten to his feet. Mona had swayed over and lowered her naked, shapely, firm-looking ass down in an easychair across the way. He walked over, dropped to his knees, and began kissing her inner thighs and running his hands up and down her long legs.

Daisy, shocked speechless since the naked redhead had appeared in the doorway, continued to silently stare. She'd already been prepared for some sex action, having made up her mind to go along with the teacher's wishes if he made a pass at her, and now, watching as he kissed and licked his way closer and closer to his beautiful wife's slightly parted, glistening pussylips, she really began to get horny.

"Maybe it's just as well Ray didn't explain before bringing you here," the smiling redhead said. "You might've refused to come, and now I have the feeling you'd protest if we were to tell you to leave. I've heard so much about you, honey. Your uncle has raved many times about your young loveliness and now I can understand why."