Frank Harper - Daisy_s dog

Daisy heard the door open, looked over, and saw Mark, Matthew, and Luke come banging in. Each one had a piece of two by four about three feet long. They rushed the six boys, but Daisy didn't see much of the action that followed, because King picked that moment to mount her.

King hunched right on target and his long, hot, stiff, slippery prick speared deep into Daisy's hot, juicy, quivering cunt. Her moans of pleasure blended with the shouts and curses and cries of pain from the scuffling, fist-swinging boys.

She saw Luke slam a piece of two by four against one kid's bare ass, and noticed two boys running for the door, with Matthew right behind them. During all the confusion she couldn't keep from hunching along with the big dog's pistoning cock.

She saw Joe take out his switchblade. Just as the blade flicked out, Mark brought a length of two by four down across Joe's forearm. She thought she heard a bone break. She did hear Joe's loud cry of pain, and the knife clatter as it hit the cement floor. Joe, holding his arm with his other hand, hauled ass for the door.

Within a matter of seconds Daisy's three "cousins" had run the six punks from the building and Daisy heard the two cars taking off. Mark, Matthew, and Luke stood beside the mattress. Daisy didn't look up above their knees. She was too passionately busy hunching along with the big dog's knotted cock. He was really pouring the meat to her, and she didn't by to suppress her cries of pleasure as his hot cum spurted and sent her soaring into a spasmodic orgasm.

"You seem to be doing an right," Mark said.

Matthew said, "We got a tip that Joe and his pals had grabbed you, Daisy. We drove around until we spotted the two cars."

"They didn't hurt you, did they?" Luke asked.

King had stopped fucking, but his knotted cock was still stiff and buried deep, and his front legs were still wrapped around Daisy's body possessively. She said she was doing fine, told them nothing had been hurt except her feelings, then thanked them for coming to her rescue.

The dog started fucking her again. Daisy closed her eyes and moved along with the powerful pronging. She didn't give a damn about anything any more. After what had happened, she didn't want to go hack to school and face the stares, the snickers – and she didn't want to make a court case out of it. Facts would undoubtedly be brought out about her fucking her "cousins" and the dogs, and that kind of publicity she could also do without.

Daisy had another climax when the German shepherd jetted his second load of hot jism into her clenching pussy. King took his time about dismounting and she didn't try to rush him. She was again trying to decide what she should do.

Luke gathered her clothes, and while she was dressing, Mark wanted to know if she wanted to make a report to the police. She said she'd rather not. The four of them rode in silence an the way home.

Daisy took a hot bath as soon as they got there, thinking how sorry she was because it could no longer be her home. She'd made up her mind to leave; it was now just a matter of how and when she should go about it.

John wasn't home. He was off somewhere delivering dogs he'd sold, and she was glad of it. She hated good-byes. She'd leave early the next morning and hit the road before anybody got up.

The boys could explain to their father later, and she knew he'd understand why she had to leave.

Her mind made up, Daisy began to lift out of her depressed state. She'd miss the boys, and John, but she'd been foolish to think she could stay with them any great length of time, anyway. She'd go on to Los Angeles, find a job, and maybe go to night school.

She packed her zipper bag, with little more than she'd brought into the lovely home, and decided to wear the same sweater and faded blue jeans. She'd just pretend she'd never met the Griffith family and go on about her business, she decided after she'd undressed and gotten into bed.

Not really sleepy, Daisy left the bedside light on and looked through a magazine. She got interested in an article and was still reading when she heard John's Truck. She thought about seeing him one more time, then decided against it. She might break down and cry. She knew she'd miss him more than anybody else.

Later, Daisy was staring at the magazine with unseeing eyes when she heard the boys come upstairs and go to their rooms. She tossed the magazine aside and started to turn the light out. The door opened and John stood in the doorway, his eyes on her boobs. Automatically pulling the sheet up over her jutting titties, Daisy smiled and said, "Hi!"

John smiled, entered, and closed the door behind him. "The boys told me about your experience this afternoon, Daisy. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Daisy said.

"Mark said he had a hunch you might be thinking about moving on."

"Why should I want to do that? I like it here and I'm too tough to let a little thing like a gang-bang bother me."

John averted his eyes and said, "Well, I guess I'll let you go to sleep. I just wanted to check and make sure you were an right."

Suddenly making up her mind, knowing there was one sure way of repaying John for his kindness, Daisy let the sheet fall down from her tits and kicked it completely free of her naked body. John stared, admiration and desire showing in his eyes.

"I want you, John. I've wanted you almost from the first time I saw you, and I know you want me. Don't argue, don't say anything, just take your clothes off and let me prove I'm all right."

John hurriedly and silently stripped out of his clothes, his fingers trembling slightly, his eyes never leaving Daisy's nakedness. By the time he was completely naked, his big cock was thrusting proudly. Daisy, her heart pounding, another lump forming in her throat as she thought about it being both the first and last time she'd ever be with the kind man in the truest sense, held out her arms and he joined her on the bed.

He kissed her on the mouth tenderly, almost reverently, and his gentle hands lovingly roamed an over her body. She knew right away it hadn't been her imagination when she'd thought so many times she might be in love with him.

Daisy opened her mouth and turned the tender kiss into one of passion. He darted his tongue and she met it with her own. They French kissed feverishly, one of his hands grasping a tit, the other sliding down across her belly and cupping her crotch.

John broke the tongue-lashing kiss and buried his face between Daisy's throbbing, jutting titties. He licked up the side of one firm mound and tongued and sucked the hard nipple. Moving over to the other taut-tipped tit, he tongued and sucked for a few seconds, then trailed his darting tongue down across Daisy's trembling belly.

He licked around and in her shallow navel, skirted around her blonde pussy hairs and, when she parted her legs, began kissing and tonguing her inner thighs. She squirmed her ass against the mattress and he licked up between her moist cuntlips.

Daisy lurched upward and he jabbed his tongue deep into her cunt. She gasped and he swabbed the folds of flesh, the walls, and she told him to twist around. He did, walking around on his knees and straddling her head. She reached up and fondled his heavy balls and caressed his big poking prick.

He lapped her erect clitoris, put his lips around the sensitive organ, and began sucking. Daisy put a hand on his smooth ass, tugged, and he lowered his swollen cockhead into her eager mouth. She lifted her head and took more of the stiff shaft and sucked greedily, knowing she'd soon be climaxing under his greedily sucking mouth, hoping she could make him shoot at the same time.

Sucking and being sucked, thrilling to the truly wondrous sensations, Daisy marveled at how much better sex was when one really cared for one's partner. They hadn't even fucked, and already she felt as if she could be true to him forever and ever. Not that such a thing was possible, she thought, telling herself not to go off her rocker and get foolish ideas.