Frank Harper - Daisy_s dog

Daisy and John did climax at the same time. He seemed to sense she wanted it that way, so she didn't have to stop sucking his big dick to tell him so. She spasmed, shuddering violently, and seconds later his throbbing cock exploded and sprayed her tonsils with hot cum. She gulped and kept on sucking greedily, dimly thinking the sperm even seemed to taste better than any she'd had before.

John slowly lifted his face from between Daisy's legs and just as slowly turned around and stretched out beside her, tenderly cuddling her in his arms. She wanted to say many things, and she sensed he did, too, but they both remained silent.

Soon she felt his big cock lifting against her thigh. She kissed him lightly on the lips, pushed until he rolled over on his back, and tongued his nipples until those nubs were stiffly erect. She bailed her tongue and lips down along his muscular, almost hairless body, skirted around his big jutting cock, and licked his heavy balls.

Unable to delay any longer, she quickly straddled him and guided his hard, stiff prick into her steaming cunt. She began to bounce rhythmically, balancing on her hands and arms, once again thanking how much better sex was when one's emotions were involved. John kept his eyes closed and his hands squeezed her kitties. It didn't take long for her to melt into what seemed to be the very best orgasm she'd ever experienced.

When she ceased fucking, he rolled her over on her side and fucked her to and through another spasmodic climax. His cock remained hard and stiff, despite her efforts to make him come with her. They kissed for the first time since they'd started fucking, and he rolled her over on her back and began fucking her with deep, masterful thrusts.

Daisy put her arms around John's neck and wrapped her legs around his slender waist. She wriggled her ass while making counter-thrusts and worked on his pronging cock with her inner muscles. He mashed his mouth to hers and they kissed feverishly as they peaked together. He buried his face beside hers and she thought of so many things she wanted to say.

She remained silent, and so did he. After they'd recovered, she reached up and got a towel from under a pillow – one of those she'd kept handy for use when she had sex with his sons – and she hated herself for being such a tramp.

John withdrew his limp cock, used the towel, then left it covering her wet crotch when he swung from the bed. He met her eyes, smiled, and for a moment she thought he was going to say the words she would've given the world to hear. He gathered his clothes and left without saying a word.

Staring at the closed door, feeling the tears forming in her eyes, Daisy successfully fought the urge to jump from the bed and go tell John she loved him. She felt sad, already lonely from just thinking she'd never see John again.

Wiping her eyes, keeping the towel clutched between her legs, Daisy hurried to the bathroom. When she returned, she put on the clothes she'd decided to wear, turned the light out, and threw herself across the bed, telling herself she'd leave just as soon as everybody was asleep.

Daisy didn't leave until shortly after daybreak. She only dozed, but she was glad she'd gotten some sleep when she became fully awake. She quietly went downstairs, taking her zipper bag, and stopped in the kitchen to drink a glass of milk and eat two donuts. She thought about taking some food, but decided she might be heard if she hung around too long. She had over twenty dollars, and she didn't think she'd get hungry before she had a chance to buy a meal.

A few of the dogs were barking, as usual, and she was glad when she didn't see Satan around. She hurried along the road to town, hoping she could get out on the highway and head west before she saw anybody she knew.

When she reached the highway, Daisy started walking instead of trying to thumb a ride. There wasn't much traffic, and she knew she was taking a chance on getting stranded way the hell out from nowhere, but it'd entered her mind that Joe or some of his rapist friends might see her. They'd really make it rough on her after what her "cousins" had done to them.

Daisy was still walking about three hours later. She tried standing in one place and thumbing a few times, but nobody stopped. She only half kiddjngly told herself that instead of maybe fucking her way to California, she might have to walk.

She saw a car slowing down before it got to her. Then she recognized the station wagon. John was behind the wheel, and she saw he was alone when he pulled alongside her and stopped. She could only stare, her heart seeming to do a few flip-flops at the sight of him, but she knew she didn't want to go back to his home.

"Get in, Daisy."

"I'm not going back," Daisy said.

John smiled. "Who said anything about going back? I'm going with you! Look in back. I brought your clothes and most of mine."

Daisy saw three large suitcases. Her legs suddenly weak, she got in the station wagon when John leaned over and opened the door. As soon as she closed the door, he pulled out onto the highway.

"You could've said good-bye, honey."

Daisy looked at the side of John's handsome face. He looked so young. The simple term of endearment had caused butterflies in her stomach. "I hate good-byes," she said.

"I do, too. In fact, I can't stand the thought of telling you good-bye. I'm damned glad I found you."

"You must've really liked what we did last night."

John flashed her a smile. "You're a wonderful piece of ass, honey, but there's more to it than that. I've been mooning around like a young kid almost since the first time I saw you. Are you sorry I followed?"

"No," Daisy said, happier than she'd ever been in her life. "I'm glad."

John drove in silence for a few miles, his eyes straight ahead, then started talking. He said he'd really been upset when he'd gone to her room that morning and found her gone. He had understood why she'd left, but he'd looked an over for a message. He'd even had his sons looking for a note. He'd made up his mind to try and catch her, and his sons had approved.

He'd decided to leave the truck for the boys, and they'd gone by the bank with him while he'd drawn out some money and put some in a checking account in Mark's name. He knew his sons could get by without him since they knew just about as much about the dog-raising business as he did.

John finished by looking at Daisy and telling her he'd been needing an extended vacation for a long time. "I'd like to spend it with you, Daisy. Unless you think I'm too old for you."

"Oh, no! You aren't old! You proved that last night!"

"There's a motel just ahead," John said. "Would you like me to try and prove it again?"

"Oh, yes! I'd like that very much!"

Daisy remained in the station wagon, happy and excited, already hoping John could afford to take a long, long vacation. When he came out, he said he hoped she didn't mind that he'd registered as man and wife. She didn't say anything, suddenly wishing they actually were man and wife, then telling herself not to get any silly ideas. It was enough just to be with the man she loved.

In the cabin, they stared at each other for a few seconds, then went into each other's arms. Their kiss was tender at first, but it soon turned into one of passion. They pulled away from each other and quickly stripped themselves naked.

Daisy won what turned into a race. John joined her on the bed seconds later, his big cock thrusting stiffly. They French kissed, their hands exploring each other's feverish bodies, then John began tonguing and sucking Daisy's hard-nippled titties, each in turn.

As he trailed down lower, his tonguing making her squirm heatedly, she was glad he was just as uninhibited as she was. She knew he'd understand later when she told him she wanted to be cornholed. First, though, she wanted him to lap her cunt while she sucked him off, as they'd done the night before, then she wanted his big beautiful cock buried in her cunt when it shot its second load.