It wasn't long before the dog shot a load of hot jism into Daisy's clinging, clasping cunt. She spasmed as the sperm jetted. The hound pulled his knotted cock out and began licking Daisy's dribbling pussy. When the dog was pulled away, Daisy remained in the kneeling position, wanting to be buggered by Ray's big cock, hoping she wouldn't have to voice her desires.
Ray got down behind Daisy and speared his stiff shaft into her trembling twat. He made a few fast thrusts, then withdrew. Mona told Daisy if she had a virgin asshole, she'd better say so. Daisy remained silent. Ray placed his wet cockhead against Daisy's puckered bung. She relaxed when he pushed and the big knob popped past the tight elastic ring. He paused, put his hands on her hips, and began feeding his long tool up her yielding asshole. He didn't last very long after burying his cock to the hilt. He made about twenty thrusts in that many seconds and shot his load. Daisy spawned when she felt the cream flooding her churning bowels.
She heard Ray say he'd had it, and that he'd put the dog out and take a shower. Mona had Bassanio lick Daisy's dribbling asshole first, though, and Daisy decided she'd had enough, too. When Ray and the dog left, however, Mona said she wanted to eat Daisy's sweet posy just one more time. Daisy felt she owed the beautiful redhead that much.
"I'm afraid this will have to be the last time for everything, Daisy. It'd be too risky for Ray to bring you here again. We can't afford to take too many chances. You understand, don't you?"
"Sure," Daisy said, kind of glad it was only going to be a one-time affair with Mona and Ray. She didn't want to chance getting hooked on pussy-eating, and she'd once again gone back on her promise she'd made to herself to stop fucking dogs.
Daisy sat on the side of the bed, her legs draped over the kneeling redhead's smooth, warm back and shoulders. Mona took it easy, lapping and sucking Daisy's cunt and clit almost with tenderness making Daisy slip over the edge into an orgasm that was truly delightful.
Afterward Daisy showered, dressed, told Mona good-bye, and Ray had her back at the school in time for her to get a ride home with her three "cousins".
Daisy, watching him drive away, wondered how many other girls the handsome teacher and his beautiful wife had shared. Not that she blamed them. Hell, she hadn't been forced, she'd enjoyed herself, and she'd also found out a few facts about John. She'd just have to figure out how best to use that knowledge.
Chapter 11
It was Luke's turn that night, but Daisy didn't mind when he told he he'd sprained his back in football practice and should take it easy. She told him she wasn't feeling so good and for him not to tell his brothers he was going straight to his own bed.
A little later, when she was staring into the darkness and thinking about the sex session in the afternoon, she was sorry she'd been so hasty. She was ashamed of herself for having sex with the female and the dog, but she didn't think she'd again feel any shame or guilt about having sex with a boy or a man.
She'd gotten horny and thought about going down the hall to Mark or Matthew. She knew John was downstairs, and it entered her mind to pay him a visit, but she decided it might complicate things.
Remembering how Mona had sucked her own tit, Daisy pushed the covering sheet down and sat upright. She was naked, preferring not to sleep in the nightgowns John had bought her. She lifted her right boob, bent over, and discovered she could easily lick the nipple. It jumped to attention and by straining a little she managed to get the hard tip and a great deal of the surrounding firm flesh into her mouth.
She added sucking to the tonguing, and it really turned her on. She gave her left throbbing tit the same lavish attention and soon used a finger to frig herself to and through a spasmodic orgasm. Afterward she didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. She knew that masturbation was a perfectly natural thing to do and she almost wished she could be satisfied with such self induced pleasures until she was safely settled and married.
Daisy also missed cheerleading practice the next day. It wasn't her fault, however, and the happenings of the afternoon changed her life and fortunes drastically. Everything went smoothly during the day. She managed to go along with Mr. Eaton's wish to pretend nothing had happened between them, and she only had to turn down one boy asking for a date.
On her way to the practice area, Joe Mason and one of his buddies she'd heard called Slim fell in beside her, one on each side. Joe grabbed one arm, Slim the other. She tried to pull away, but they marched her over to a car parked nearby. The back door was pulled open, and she was shoved inside. Joe got in with her and Slim ran around and got in on the other side. The engine was running. There was a young guy named Carl behind the wheel.
Carl pulled the car from the parking area and Joe told him not to drive fast enough to attract attention. Not all that frightened, Daisy demanded to know what the hell they thought they were doing. Joe pulled a big switchblade from his pocket, flipped the blade out, and held the point just under Daisy's chin. She was really frightened then.
"I'm going to teach you it doesn't pay to be uppity with me, you stuck-up bitch!"
Daisy didn't say anything. She was afraid to move, scared to death she'd be cut. She knew what the punks wanted, what they were going to do – and she told herself not to put up a fight. She didn't want to be hurt, and it sure as hell wasn't as if she were am innocent virgin with a death-defying wish to fight for her honor!
Slim chuckled and said, "Put the knife away, Joe. I don't think this chick'll give us any trouble. Hell, if she does, you can always carve your initials in her belly later!"
Joe pressed the tip of the blade against Daisy's taut flesh just enough to make her lift her chin a little higher, then pulled it away, closed the blade, and put the knife back in his pocket.
"Drive out into the country, Carl. Let's have some fun before the real party starts!"
"Okay, Joe."
Relieved that there hadn't been any blood drawn, Daisy didn't protest in any way when Joe and Slim began caressing her bare legs and lower thighs and pawing at her boobs. She felt it'd be stupid to fight them. She could see their cocks already making their pants poke out, and she knew it wouldn't do any good to make threats – or even to beg.
Joe and Slim started removing Daisy's clothes. Carl was driving along the highway, watching through the rear-view mirror. There wasn't much traffic. Daisy wasn't struggling. She'd made up her mind to take whatever happened and try not to enjoy it. She was sure her body would betray her, though. She was already responding to the hands pawing at her. What was there about her that made men and boys want to rape her?
"I gave you plenty of chances to give me a date," Joe said. "Just looking at you I can tell you're hot stuff, baby, and if you haven't been letting your wise-ass cousins fuck you then you sure as hell need something besides your diddling fingers!"
By then Daisy was naked. She'd automatically moved helpfully to keep her clothes from being ruined. Joe and Slim had pulled back, their hot eyes flicking over her body. Carl was driving slowly, looking in the mirror, and turning to glance around now and then.
Joe began sucking on one tit and Slim the other. Daisy leaned her head back and closed her eyes, wishing she could make herself numb and block out all feelings. Her nipples had stiffened even before they'd been engulfed by the hot mouths. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep from having orgasms when the guys really started working her over, and she resented the fact it'd give the punks even more pleasure when she responded passionately.
Fingers began squeezing her jutting titties and caressing her thighs, trembling belly, and her cuntlips. She kept her legs pressed tightly together, wondering if Joe would really use the knife.