Frank Harper - Daisy_s dog

She kept an eye on the side road, ready to flee for cover behind the trees and underbrush if she saw the Cadillac. If the nut had just handled it differently, she might've given him what he wanted, she thought. She'd gotten horny during the struggle, and she still felt a need for some action, but she didn't want to be raped.

Within a couple of minutes an elderly couple stopped to give Daisy a lift. She named another town about two hundred miles farther along and told the same story about going to visit an aunt. She got in back and listened to a little lecture from the kindly woman about how dangerous it was for a young girl to hitchhike.

The man drove very slowly and they stopped to eat at two o'clock in the afternoon. Daisy offered to pay for her meal, but was glad when the elderly gentleman wouldn't let her. The time passed pleasantly enough, and Daisy was sorry when they had to turn off on another road.

Daisy realized it would be dark before long and she'd forgotten to ask how far it was to the next town. What a life, she thought, starting to walk along the highway. If some man picked her up, and he was clean, kind, and attractive, she just might offer him a piece of ass for a ride before he tried to rape her!

After Daisy had walked about a mile, a late-model station wagon puked off onto the shoulder just ahead of her. She hurried forward. When she saw three young guys, she went around to the driver's side.

The driver smiled. "Hi! How far you going?"

"Los Angeles," Daisy said, deciding she'd better not take a chance. "I'm sure you aren't going very far and I'd better wait for a longer ride."

"You might have to wait a long time! It looks to me as if you're stranded out here. I hitchhiked to California last summer, and I learned the best place to get a ride is right at the edge of town. Get in and we'll take you to the next town. You don't have to worry. You'll be safe. We all have girl friends and we aren't looking for somebody to rape."

Daisy liked the young guy's looks and the way he talked. The other two boys, one beside him and the other in back, resembled him and she was sure they were brothers. She knew she'd probably have trouble getting another ride, and even if another car stopped, she might meet some jerk like the guy in the Cadillac. She got in the back and saw a dog, apparently sleeping, in the space behind the back seat.

"That's Satan," the young guy beside her said, grinning. "I'm Luke, Mark's driving, and my other brother's Matthew."

"Our mother was religious," Matthew said, turning and smiling at Daisy. "That's the reason for the Biblical names, I mean. Mark's eighteen, I'm seventeen, and baby brother there is sixteen."

"Our mother died right after I was born," Luke said.

"That's tough," Daisy said. "My mother's dead, too. My name's Daisy and I'm seventeen."

Mark had pulled out onto the highway. There was silence for a couple of miles, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence for Daisy. She somehow felt perfectly safe with the three brothers, and she wished they were going farther than the next town.. Then Mark puked off onto the shoulder and stopped. There was a side road just ahead. He turned around and looked at Daisy. "The next town's fifty miles from here. We'd take you there if you like, but we live back the other way. There's no school tomorrow, and we were heading for a cabin our Dad owns just a few miles along the road ahead. We have some booze and…"

"I guess I'd better get out here," Daisy cut in.

"Look, Daisy. Mark's not trying to put the make on you," Matthew said, also turning around and looking at her. "We just wanted to get away for a night of drinking and maybe running rabbits with Satan."

"We'd take it easy on the drinking," Mark said. "It'll be cold out on the road, and there's a bedroom at the cabin with a lock on it. You can have it and we'll sleep by the fireplace."

Daisy couldn't see any reason for not accepting the offer. She couldn't go through life distrusting everybody. Besides, if she got back out on the highway, she might run into something worse, even if the three attractive brothers did have sex in mind.

"Okay," she finally said, "I could sure use a good night's sleep!"

Mark pulled the station wagon ahead and turned onto the side road without another word being exchanged. They rode in silence the three or four miles to the cabin.

What the boys had called a cabin wasn't anything like Daisy had pictured. It was bigger than she'd expected, and had a rustic exterior, but the inside was beautifully and luxuriously finished and furnished.

The bedroom had a king-sized bed, made up and covered with a lovely spread. The adjoining bathroom had a bathtub and a shower stall, and Daisy decided she'd take a shower before she went to bed.

They took her to the big kitchen, and Daisy set about making a huge dinner of the steaks she found in the fridge.

After eating, they all went to the living room, where one of the boys had started a warm blaze in the fireplace.

Mark said he could use a drink to settle the excellent meal, and Matthew said he'd go get a bottle from the station wagon. Mark sat down on the thick carpet before the fire and motioned for Daisy to do the same.

She did, leaning her back against a big pillow, enjoying the cozy warmth, feeling drowsy. When Matthew returned with a bottle of whiskey, Mark turned to Daisy and asked, "You don't mind if we drink, do you, Daisy?"

"Drink as much as you like," she said. "I'll take a drink, too, if you don't mind."

They all began drinking, passing the bottle around, and soon Luke joined them. There wasn't much talk, and Daisy didn't say anything, wondering if fate meant for her to turn out like her father. She liked the taste of the whiskey, and its effect. The warm glow in her stomach was causing a sensual feeling in her body and in her mind.

Mark finally said, "You seem to be in some kind of trouble, Daisy. Maybe it'd help to talk about

Daisy remained silent for a few moments. "I don't know where to start," she finally said, remembering how they'd promised she'd be safe with them

"Just start at the beginning," Mark urged.

Daisy started talking. It seeded that once she got started, she couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. She poured out her entire sordid story, from the time she'd arrived home and found her father and brother with the slut, right up to the man she'd kicked in the nuts.

Nobody said anything and for the first time, Daisy noticed that each boy had a hard-on. They were sitting on the floor where she could see the front of their pants poking out. She wasn't very cool herself.

"Now that I've spilled my guts, I guess I'd better say good night," she said, laughing nervously and getting to her feet.

Mark got to his feet, steadily enough, and said that he'd help Daisy take the spread off the bed. "It cost a lot of bread, and Dad told us to take care of it," he added with a little chuckle.

Daisy staggered on the way to the bedroom, and Mark put his arm around her waist. She remembered reading that most males didn't like to fuck a drunken female, so she was probably safe, she thought, wondering if she ready wanted to be.

When they were inside the bedroom, Mark turned the overhead light on, closed the door and walked over to the bed. Daisy followed and watched as he carefully folded the beautiful bedspread and placed it on a big easy chair. She thought he was going to leave, but be walked over and stood very close to her.

"God, but you're lovely," he whispered.

She was staring at his lips there so close, and when he put his arms around her, she didn't flinch. He pressed his mouth to hers, pulled her close, and cupped the cheeks of her ass with his fingers. Daisy felt his hard cock poking into her belly. His tongue probed past her parted lips and she sucked it deeper into her mouth.