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.
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.
That was just the way it happened. Except after the thrilling sixty-nine, and while he was cuddling her, she said she wanted him to know she'd let a couple of his dogs fuck her, besides the German shepherd the rapists had let mount her.
John told her his sons had told about the dog at the rape scene, and he'd suspected there'd been other dog-fucking. He said he'd reminded her once before that he wasn't exactly an angel and would do so again.
"Maybe we can start out fresh and just forget everything in the past, Daisy. Would you like that?"
"I'd like it very much," Daisy said, deciding she wouldn't mention the sex she'd had with Mona and Ray Eaton and their dog, or that she knew John had sexed it up with the attractive couple. It wouldn't serve any useful purpose, and she didn't even want to think about anything that had happened in the past.
Daisy tongued and nibbled on John's nipples until those sensitive nubs were hard, then worked her way down and licked his balls. She then impaled herself on his jutting cock, bounced to and through a blissful orgasm, and let him roll her over on her side.
John fucked her through another thrilling, soul-shattering climax in that position, then got on top and fucked her until they peaked together. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in place, and told him she loved him.
He kissed her lips tenderly and said he'd loved her even before they'd had sex. She said she guessed she'd loved him before he'd come to her room the night before, too.
"I know I was thinking about you all the time and I hadn't even seen your lovely cock!"
"I want you to marry me," John said seriously. "I don't want it to sound as if I'm trying to buy you, but I'm a wealthy man and I want to share my life and my money with you. We could live just about anywhere, honey, and…"
"I accept," Daisy cut in happily. "Hey, your cock's getting hard again! Who said you were old! Let's go wash first, though. Unless you'd like to do some cornholing!"
"That sounds like a winner," John said, grinning. "I've always wanted a young and beautiful totally uninhibited wife, and it looks as if I'm finally going to have one!"
"It does look that way," Daisy said, deciding there might be many problems when they did get married, but that sex sure as hell wouldn't be one of them!