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.