Mark did come right back. Daisy wasn't surprised to see he had a dog with him. She'd expected it. The big hound had a collar and was on a leash.
"This is Lucifer," Mark said. "He hasn't had as much experience as Satan, but we won't let him hurt you."
Again Daisy asked herself why not. She'd gone the route before, she was still hot for a fuck, and she'd liked the way Satan had licked and pronged her pussy.
Lucifer was straining at the leash, panting, his long tongue hanging out. All three brothers had wiped their cocks and tucked them away. When Daisy saw the hound's cock sliding out of its protective sheath, she lowered her back and shoulders onto the gunny sacks and let the movement and her silence convey her consent.
Matthew and Luke dropped down beside Daisy, one on each side, and lifted and parted her knees. Mark allowed Lucifer to move forward, and the hound began licking Daisy's cunt and asshole. The long, hot tongue lapped up the cum dribbling from Daisy's stretched bung. She closed her eyes, squeezed her own throbbing, poking titties, and gave herself over to the delightful sensation.
By the time Mark pulled the dog back, Daisy was ready to be bucked. While she was getting into position, on her hands and knees, Mark told his brothers they'd better make sure Lucifer's cock went into the right hole, adding that the dog might try to pull out before the knot left his cock.
Hearing Mark's words made Daisy apprehensive, realizing there was danger of damaging her tight asshole, but Matthew assured her that he and Luke would do the guiding. The penetration was quickly and easily accomplished. Daisy was momentarily repulsed by the first contact with the animal's body, as she'd been when Satan had mounted her, but the sensation of having the long, slippery prick jabbing into her pulsing cunt made her forget everything except the thriving pleasure.
Lucifer started right out humping furiously, his front legs clamped around Daisy, his hot breath on her back, his hot, wet tongue licking her skin now and then. She hunched along with the fast strokes, the knot that had formed in the pistoning cock adding to the tremendous pleasure she was receiving from the unnatural coupling.
The dog's jabbing cock exploded and flooded Daisy's clasping cunt with hot cum too soon for her to melt into an orgasm. When the hound stopped humping, his cock still hard, the big knot still there, Daisy moaned and kept on hunching and wriggling her ass.
Seeming to sense she'd been left hanging, Luke helped Matthew hold the dog in place with one hand, while he slipped his other hand under, inserted a finger, and diddled her elongated clit. Just as she started spasming, Lucifer began humping her again and shot another load of jism into her steaming, snapping snatch.
Daisy quickly recovered and said it was all right to let the dog withdraw. She thought her cunt was big enough and juicy enough to easily allow the knot to slip out. She'd thought right, and Mark let the hound lap the cum from her gaping gash. She enjoyed that, glad a little later when she didn't see scorn registering in the boys' eyes because of the bestiality, but still feeling shame for herself.
All three had tents in the front of their pants. Mark saw her looking, chuckled, and said they were supposed to be in training and had football practice the next day, but if she wasn't satisfied, they'd take care of her. Daisy said she'd probably had enough sex to last until she got to Los Angeles.
They all told her they didn't want her to leave, that their father was an understanding, good-natured man, and she agreed to at least wait until the next day before hitting the road.
Daisy got dressed while Mark was taking Lucifer back with the rest of the dogs. When they got to the kitchen, Matthew suggested they have something to eat. Daisy said she wasn't hungry and was going to take a bath and go to bed. Luke got her to promise to be there when they got home from school the next day, then she told them good night and went upstairs.
The sun was shining the next morning. Daisy sensed that she'd slept very late. She went to the window and saw that the station wagon was gone. The truck was there, though, and she hated to face the boys' father.
She'd been told he slept in a downstairs bedroom. She went to the bathroom, still naked, brushed her teeth and washed her face. Back in the bedroom, she brushed her hair at the dressing table while trying to decide what to wear. Not that she had much of a choice, she thought.
She decided on the skirt and blouse, thinking that if she did get out on the highway it'd be easier to get a ride if her legs were exposed. So much had happened to her, it'd be kind of silly to worry about being raped. Hell, it might be a good idea jut to offer to fuck her way out to the coast!
Taking the zipper bag, Daisy went downstairs. John Griffith was sitting at the table drinking coffee. He smiled when Daisy entered and told her to join him. She dropped the bag to the floor, silently poured a cup of coffee, and sat down opposite the handsome man. She'd been told he was thirty-eight, but she felt he could easily pass for ten years younger.
They sipped coffee, and she managed to hold up her end of the friendly chit-chat he started. He didn't leer at her, or make any suggestive remarks, and it was as if he hadn't seen her sexing it up with his three sons. Finally, there was a lull in their talk, and she realized he was just as nervous as she was.
After a short silence, he glanced at the bag on the floor and said he'd understood she'd meant to stay for a while. She told him she'd figured he might not want her to stay after what he'd seen, then found herself blurting out the story she'd told his sons at the cabin.
He didn't interrupt, and she finished by saying she was ashamed of her behavior with his sons. He told her he'd never claimed to be an angel, that he could understand why she'd let herself go in such a manner after being treated so shabbily by her father, then said he'd gladly do anything he could to help her.
"You should go back to school, Daisy. I'm fairly influential in town and there wouldn't be any trouble enrolling if I vouched for you. Which I would, of course. I'd tell them you were my niece, and there wouldn't be any trouble. How does that sound?"
"Wonderful," Daisy said, meaning it as much as she'd ever meant anything in her life. "I'd work around here, though. To earn my keep. I'd cook and clean house and wash clothes and…"
"That'd be enough," John cut in with a smile. "Then it's settled?"
"On one condition," Dairy said. "I want to go all-out in trying to lead a normal life. If your sons agree to skip the sex, I'd be glad to accept your kind offer, Mr. Griffith."
Daisy thought she saw disappointment registering in her benefactor's blue eyes. She figured she'd been mistaken, though, when he said, "If my sons don't treat you the way you want to be treated, Daisy, they'd have to answer to me. I wish you'd call me John, though. The boys call me by my first name most of the time, and it makes me feel old when I'm called Mister."
Daisy told him he didn't look his age, then added that thirty-eight wasn't really old. He laughed and said he kept telling himself that. She couldn't keep from wondering if he'd gotten a hard-on while listening to her sordid tale, as had his sons. The table blocked her view. She told herself if she ready meant to change her ways, she'd have to stop thinking about hard cocks and everything else having to do with sex.
They talked some more, with Daisy finding it easy to call the kindly man John. He mentioned that she'd need some new clothes, offered to buy them, and she accepted when he reminded her she'd earn more than her meals and a place to sleep by working around the place.
He told her he had to go to town and would get her clothes, talk to the school principal, and she could start school the next day, adding that there'd be less talk if she didn't go shopping with him. She gave her measurements, including her shoe size, and he left in the truck. She prepared and ate a big breakfast, happy because she'd gotten such a lucky break.
Daisy found that there wasn't much to do in the house. She found her thoughts turning to sex again, and knew it'd be tough as hell to cut out the screwing while living in the same house with three healthy and horny males. Four males, rather. Because John was just as attractive as his sons. Even more so. Maybe because she hadn't fucked him, he seemed more attractive. There had been a disappointed look in his eyes when she'd said she wanted to lead a normal life.
But what was normal? Maybe if she just took on one male at a time, it'd be normal, more natural. She'd always thought being buggered was unnatural. It'd seemed the thing to do at the time, though. It'd felt damned good, too. Just like being fucked by the dogs had felt wonderful.
Daisy could hear a dog barking now and then. She hadn't told John about the sex with the two dogs, and she hoped his sons wouldn't tell him, either.
Restless because of her erotic thoughts, Daisy decided to go for a walk before she ended up fingering herself. She circled the big house, looking at the many flowers and shrubs, then started towards the kennels. Satan came running to meet her. He was the only dog allowed to run free, she knew, and he was more of a pet than the rest and wasn't to be sold.
Satan wagged his tail when she patted his head, but he didn't try to jump up on her. Suddenly making up her mind, aware that the idea had been there before she'd left the home, Daisy took the friendly hound into the store room and closed the door.
Driven by an overpowering lust, her fingers trembling, her heart pounding, Daisy quickly stripped out of her clothes. One more time wouldn't do any harm, she told herself. When she started school, there'd be plenty of things to do keep her mind off sex and the demanding desires of her body. Besides, it'd be silly to celebrate her good fortune with her finger when nobody would ever know that she'd used the dog's handy cock.
Satan had settled on his haunches near the door. As soon as she was naked, Daisy stretched out on her back on the pile of gunny sacks. She parted her legs and was surprised when Satan didn't come right to her. She wondered if one of the bitches was in heat and Satan had somehow managed to do some uncontrolled fucking. Mark had told her that John followed a carefully planned breeding program. Maybe John had used Satan to service a bitch that morning. A four legged bitch, Daisy thought bitterly. God, but she was really turning into a depraved two-legged slut!
Daisy had been fondling her hard-tipped titties. Despite her sudden self-disgust, she spread her legs wider, lifted her knees, and slipped her hands down to her cunt. She parted the already moist lips with her fingers, then scooped in with one hand and smeared the cunt juice all around the inside of her thighs.
Satan got to his feet and slowly approached Daisy. She figured he'd gotten a whiff of her cunt juices and it'd turned him on. She lifted her hands from her crotch and whispered, "Come on, Satan! Lick me! Lap my cunt!"
The hound moved close and began licking all around on the inside of Daisy's thighs, the feel of his rough tongue making her shudder with eager anticipation. As he licked closer to her gaping gash, she began stimulating her erect nipples by rolling each one between a thumb and forefinger. She wanted to climax under his lapping tongue and then again with his cock jabbing away in her cunt.
When Satan began licking between Daisy's pussylips, she let go of her tingling nipples, shoved her hands down, and pried the outer lips farther apart so he could get at the hot, wet inner cunt flesh. She moaned when the hot, rough tongue began lapping the folds of tender, sensitive flesh. She wriggled her ass and hunched forward, causing the tongue to make contact with her unhooded clitoris.
The elongated organ seemed to vibrate like crazy as the tongue lapped furiously. The warm breath and the tickling whiskers added to the incredible pleasure. Daisy soon bucked and lurched through a spasmodic orgasm, unable to keep from crying out with pleasure, then making little whimpering sounds as the dog greedily licked up the cum cream from her palpitating pussy.
She finally pushed Satan away, happy to see his long, red, glistening cock poking out of its sheath. She quickly got on her hands and knees, glad the dog was experienced, sure he'd know exactly what to do and how to do it.
Daisy didn't have to help Satan mount her. As soon as he was in position, he hunched and his hard, slippery prick slid into her hot, wet cunt. She moaned as the hot cock was pushed all the way in, the knot compensating for the lack of thickness along the length of the rest of the slender shaft.
Satan immediately began rutting in and almost out of Daisy's quivering twat. She began moving with him, slamming her ass back and forth, wanting to feel his pistoning cock as deep as she could inside her clasping cunt.
Sensing the dog wouldn't last very long before climaxing, Daisy balanced her weight on one hand and arm and stimulated her stiffened clit with the middle finger of her other hand. She timed the movements of her finger with the fast thrusts of the dog's knotted prick, desperately trying for a simultaneous climax.
Satan suddenly began pumping even faster, and Daisy matched the new pace with her frigging finger. Just as she felt Satan's sperm jetting like a geyser against the contracting walls of her snatch, another explosive orgasm racked her body.
The hound didn't withdraw right away. He left his knotted cock embedded, panting, his breath hot on the back of Daisy's neck. She removed her finger from her clitoris, the familiar sense of shame sweeping through her. This would be the last time, she told herself. There'd be no more dog-fucking! No matter how horny she got, she wouldn't degrade herself in such a terrible manner ever again!
Satan dismounted before the knot was completely gone from his cock, but it didn't hurt Daisy. She let him lick her cunt and asshole, and enjoyed the sensation, but she again promised herself that she'd never visit the kennels again for the purpose of fucking.
By the time Daisy had hurriedly dressed, anxious to take a bath, as well as afraid of being caught, Satan had stretched out on the sacks and was sleeping. She had to nudge him with a foot to get him awake, then had to practically drag him out of the store room.
In the upstairs bathroom, she undressed again, then took a leisurely bath, trying without much success to make her mind as contented as her sexually satisfied body.
The afternoon passed fairly fast. Daisy had a ham sandwich and coffee, then busied herself in the kitchen, putting on a pot roast for dinner, cleaning things that didn't ready need cleaning, vacuuming carpets that were already spotless.
Keeping busy did get her in a better mental state, and when the boys came home from school, she didn't waste any time telling about her determination to lead a normal life. They were disappointed, and Mark said he thought she was being silly, but they agreed to go along with her wishes-to prove they ready liked her, Luke said.
All three were pleased because she'd gotten things straight with their father. John arrived shortly afterward, his arms loaded down with packages, and told the boys to go out and bring in the rest of the things he'd bought. Excited, happy when John said he'd fixed everything for her to enroll in school, Daisy began opening packages. She found two of just about everything. Two lovely dresses, two skirts, blouses, bras, panties, dress shoes, loafers, pantyhose, and even two nightgowns. She thanked John, told him she'd never be able to repay him, and impulsively kissed him on the cheek. His face got red, he mumbled something about catching the news, and hurried from the kitchen.
"I think John's falling for you," Matthew told Daisy.
"Aren't we all?" Mark asked, laughing.
Wanting to change the subject, hoping John wouldn't start liking her too much, Daisy asked the guys to carry the new clothes upstairs so she could set the table for dinner.
They did, and after they'd eaten, all four complimenting her on cooking such an excellent meal, the boys volunteered to do the dishes, so Daisy hurried upstairs to try on her new clothes.
Everything fit perfectly. She tried on clothes for over an hour, posing, parading around in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, happily admiring the lovely garments, the first expensive clothes she'd ever had.
She was wearing one of the new outfits when Mark called from downstairs and told her to let them take a look. She went to the living room, enjoyed the admiring looks and remarks she received from all four males, and ended up modeling most of her new wardrobe. She lost count of the times she went up and down the stairs.
There weren't any suggestive remarks, and the boys kept their hands off, but she felt that the fact their father was there was mostly responsible for that. After she'd finished modeling, she told everybody good night, explaining that she wanted to get plenty of sleep so she'd be in good shape for school the next day.
In her room, she carefully placed her clothes in the closet and in a bureau drawer, then went to bed. She heard the truck leave and figured John had gone to visit a female friend. It entered her mind that he'd be a good catch if she were older. Soon she heard the boys come upstairs and go to their rooms. She had a few second thoughts about just how "normal" a life she wanted to live-and felt a flash of desire as she thought of the various sex acts she'd enjoyed so much.
Daisy felt she'd won a minor victory when she was able to go to sleep without even masturbating.