Glad she had gone in the right direction, Daisy stood in the shade of some trees, wiped her eyes, and adjusted and brushed off her clothes before going to the side of the highway. She began trying to thumb a ride, hoping somebody would pick her up before the man recovered and possibly came after her.
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.
Mark groaned deep in his throat and they toppled sideways onto the bed. Why not? Daisy asked herself. She was steaming and it'd be silly to masturbate when there was a hard cock right there to enjoy.
She slipped her hand down and grasped Mark's stiff prick through his pants and shorts. He gasped and pulled his mouth and tongue from hers. She saw the question in his passion-filmed eyes. She answered with her eyes. They broke away from each other and got to their feet, both staggering a little bit. She began coming out of her clothes and he did the same.
Daisy stripped herself naked first and she climbed onto the bed and got on her back. She saw that Mark's thrusting cock was almost as big as her father's. She wondered if she'd always compare each cock she saw with her pa's.
Mark climbed onto the bed and got between Daisy's eagerly parted legs. She didn't mind that he wasn't taking time for some love-play. Her cunt was already moist and ready to be fucked. He didn't even wait for her to do the guiding. His aim was true, though, and Daisy lurched up to meet his rigid prick as it slipped into her quivering cunt hole. He buried his cock to the hilt, paused, groaned, then started fucking her with fast, deep thrusts.
Daisy answered with counter-thrusts, remembering how Agnes had wrapped her legs around Troy's waist and locked her ankles. Daisy put her legs around Mark's narrow waist and found she could move with his powerful strokes with greater ease. He'd buried his face beside hers without kissing her. She sensed he was fighting for control and was desperately trying to make her climax before he shot off. He needn't have worried. She'd been close to an orgasm even before he got his dick inside her hole.
Mark rode high, making contact with her stiffened clitoris with each fast thrust. When she began to spasm, she clutched at his smooth back and shoulders with her fingers. He lifted his face and mashed his open mouth to hers, kissing her feverishly, jabbing his tongue just as furiously as be was lashing his strong, young body.
Daisy felt the slight expansion of his cockhead just before he tensed. His cock and his body jerked and jolted spasmodically as the hot cum gushed and flooded her clasping cunt. He broke the tongue-lashing kiss seconds after ceasing the jerky movements, then lifted his upper body and looked into her eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't last very long, Daisy."
"Don't apologize. I made it, and it was good. Are you the jealous type?"
"No," Mark said, grinning, seeming to understand what she meant.
"Give me a few minutes before you send one of your brothers in," Daisy said, knowing it wasn't only the whiskey that was making her behave and talk in such a manner.
Mark fished a towel out from under the mattress and silently used it while withdrawing his soft cock. He left the towel between her legs when he swung from the bed. He went to the bathroom, turned on the light, and she heard him washing. He returned shortly, his tool hanging limply, winked, and left the bedroom without dressing.
As soon as the door had closed behind Mark, Daisy scooted from the bed and hurried to the bathroom. She drew warm water, perched her butt on the wash basin, and washed her cunt, probing the sensitive folds of flesh with her fingers to make sure all of the sticky cum was removed.
She took a clean towel from a stack on a shelf dried herself, and returned to the bed, wondering which brother Mark would send in first, because she intended to take them both on. That was the only way she knew how to repay them for their kindness. Not, she thought, as she stretched out on the bed and stared at the closed door, that she really had to make excuses for her behavior. She was horny, she was her own boss, and it was her business if she wanted to be fucked. She wouldn't blame anything on the drinking, either. She was a little dizzy from the whiskey, and it'd helped rid her of her inhibitions, but she was well-aware of what she was doing.
Matthew opened the door, entered, and closed the door behind him. Daisy could see his hard-on making a tent in front of his pants. He walked to the foot of the bed, staring at her crotch, and began shucking out of his clothes without saying a word.
Daisy silently watched, her passion soaring when his erect cock was exposed. The stiff rod looked to be about an inch shorter than Mark's dong. She wondered if either one of the brothers went for oral sex. She'd like to have her cunt lapped, and she'd also like to do some cock-sucking.
Matthew behaved in much the same manner as Mark had. Naked, his stiff cock swaying, he climbed onto the bed. He did take a close look at her pussy, but he quickly snuggled in between her legs and his aim was as good as Mark's had been. Secretions caused by anticipation had made her cunt moist and slippery. His prick plunged in balls deep and he held it there as his open mouth covered hers.
Daisy liked the way he kissed and used his tongue. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locked her ankles, and practiced clamping down on his hard, throbbing cock while returning his passionate, tongue-probing kiss. Soon be pulled his mouth away, placed a cheek beside hers, and began pumping. She moved with him, and his breath was warm in her ear as he whispered that he couldn't last long.
"Don't worry about it," she said, caressing his smooth back and shoulders with her hands. "I can turn on any time, so don't try to hold back."
Matthew began fucking faster. Daisy matched the new pace, sure she could climax when he did. She felt as if she could go on having blissful orgasms all night. She wished one of the other boys was there so she could have a hard cock to suck while she was being fucked, but she thought she'd better not put her wishes into words. She didn't want the brothers to think she was too much of a slut, and she was already behaving like a whore.
Fucking and sucking felt so wonderfully good, though. Right then she felt as if she were in another world, a better world, and no matter what she did from then on it couldn't be any worse than the Incestuous madness she'd shared with her father and brother.
"I'm coming!" Matthew blurted.
"Me, too!" Daisy exclaimed. "Oh, sweet Jesus, it feels sooooo good! Slam it to me, slam it to me!"
Matthew was already slamming the hard meat to her. His pistoning prick toppled her over the brink into an ecstatic climax just as his hot cream spewed forth and sprayed her clinging, clasping cunt. Her pussy was still twitching around his softening cock when he lifted and braced on his hands and arms, his blue eyes filmed with passion, but also serious.
"I hope you use some kind of birth control, Daisy."
"Don't worry about that, Matthew. I've been on the pill since the first time I had sex."
"You're smart and that's another reason I like you," Matthew said, obviously relieved. "Is it all right if I send Luke in?"
"Right on," Daisy said. "Just give me a few minutes to wash."
She waited until he'd gone to the bathroom and left the bedroom, then repeated the routine she'd gone through after Mark had fucked her. She was losing some of the glow from the whiskey, but she waited just as eagerly for Luke to enter.
The youngest brother was obviously very nervous. She saw his fingers trembling as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He also stared at her blonde crotch and stood at the foot of the bed. He wasn't too nervous to have a hard-on, though, and when his thrusting prick was revealed, she saw that it was shorter than Matthew's.
Curious, and thinking that talk might calm his nerves, she asked if he'd ever measured his cock when it was hard. He told her he had five inches, Matthew had six, and Mark had seven. He was completely naked by then, and he was slightly smaller than his brothers, but Daisy thought his body was just as well-developed. All three were muscular, and had very little body hair, except for the dark bush growing above their cocks.
"I've fucked quite a few girls, Daisy, but usually when I'm with one the first time, I shoot off too soon. But don't worry-I can go a second time. Sometimes I don't even lose my hard-on."
Daisy told him that his brothers hadn't lasted all that long, either, then started to tell him she'd give him a blowjob first, but he mounted her before she could get the words out. She deliberately kept her body still and didn't move her inner muscles, so he wouldn't lose control.
Luke lasted for about thirty seconds. Daisy moved right along with him, and when he shot his load, she managed to blend her juices with his gushing cum. His cock remained hard and stiff. He lifted his face from beside hen and kissed her for the first time. It was a tender kiss, and she didn't try to turn it into one of passion.
He lifted his face. "I can go again."
"It's a little messy," she said. "Let's go wash first."
She'd brought another towel. Luke used it, wiping his erect cock while standing beside the bed. He tossed her the towel, and Daisy jammed it between her legs, sat upright, twisted around, and swung her feet to the floor.
Luke was facing her. Staring at his stiff prick, she held out her arms. He stepped forward without a word, and she licked the warm, sleek cockhead, then took half the stiff, throbbing shaft into her mouth.