Four-Way Bride by Curt Aldrich
Chapter 1
"Let her go!" Danny yelled.

His elder brothers opened the chute, and the colt under Danny bolted
into the corral. A grin split Cal's fleshy face and Pete squinted
through the swirling dust as the bronco bucked furiously. The
twenty-year-old rider clutched the reins with one hand, his other waving
jerkily in the air. He bounced in the saddle.

"Danny! Oh my God, you'll get hurt! Stop it!"

Pete shifted his gaze to his brother's new bride who was screaming and
jumping up and down in alarm. Beneath her fancy Western shirt, Millie's
breasts bobbed erotically, sending ripples through the shimmering,
cream-colored satin. Her corn-colored hair glistened in the bright
sunshine as she tossed her head. Lust uncoiled like a snake in Pete's
loins.

"Hang on, Danny boy!" Cal shouted. "You've almost got her made!"

Pete kept watching Millie. He didn't see his kid brother glance around
in search of his bride's admiring eyes. Pete also missed the bronco's
vicious buck which sent Danny hurtling from the saddle.

When Millie let out a shriek and began scrambling up the heavy rail
fence into the corral, the rangy twenty-six-year-old glanced briefly at
his brother who lay writhing in the dust, then returned his attention to
Millie. He mentally stripped the tight pants from her plump, twisting
bottom as she went over the top rail and dropped to the dusty floor of
the corral.

"Look out for that bastard horse!" Cal, who was ahead of her, yelled. He
delayed giving aid to his brother long enough to grasp Millie's arm,
jerking her out of the berserk horse's path.

"Oh, see about Danny!" Millie wailed urgently. "Is he dead?"

"Hell no!" Cal snorted. "He just got bruised some."

He moved to his brother's side and squatted. The handsome dark-haired
youth lay grimacing in pain, clutching a leg that was stiffly extended.

"You all right?" Cal asked.

"I think my leg's busted!" Danny moaned. "It hurts like hell!"

"Oh, no!" Millie sympathized as she leaned over her fallen husband.

Pete ambled up behind the curvaceous blonde. Her pants were so tight
that the crotch seam and leg elastics of her panties made imprints in
the thin cloth. Pete imagined wedging his stiff prick into the softness
of her upturned ass.

"Help me carry him to the house," blond-haired Cal said to his dark,
wiry brother.

"Let him lie," Pete replied. "In case something's busted, he shouldn't
be moved."

"Well, you can't just leave him here!" Millie protested.

"Get that horse back in the stable," Pete snapped at Cal. "I'll call Doc
Carpenter."

Danny was whimpering and screwing up his face as he gingerly touched his
stiff leg.

"Oh, darling ... darling ..." Millie sobbed, caressing his
dust-streaked, sweating cheeks.

"That'll teach the shit to show off!" Pete snorted to Cal as he ambled
toward the corral fence.

"You know, you can be God damned mean sometimes," his robust younger
brother replied. But there was a twinkle of grudging admiration in Cal's
eyes. He turned to capture the horse which had trotted to the opposite
side of the enclosure.

"They're getting someone to help you, honey," Millie said as she
continued petting Danny. "Just try to lie easy."

"Did you ... see me up there?" Danny asked, brightness flashing
momentarily in his pain-racked eyes. "I was ... really riding that
sonofabitch. I would've broken him too ... if I just hadn't ... looked
around."

"Don't try to talk," Millie implored, clutching her young husband's head
to her firmly resilient breasts. "Everything will be all right. Oh, how
long will it take that doctor to get here?"

*     *     *

As the ambulance pulled away from the white frame house at Stallion
Ranch and headed down the long driveway to the road, Millie turned
disconsolately toward the porch.

"He'll be okay," Gus Hinshaw said, slipping his arm around her slender
waist. "My sons are made of rugged stuff, all of 'em."

The pretty blonde smiled bravely at her new father-in-law. She had liked
old Gus from the first, which was something she couldn't say about
Danny's brothers. Pete was silent and hard-eyed. Cal was more friendly,
but he was always making suggestive remarks. Danny was so unlike either
of them.

The white-haired man, who was in his middle fifties, clomped heavily
onto the porch and opened the creaking screen door. He held it, giving
Millie a crinkly-eyed smile as she preceded him into the house. Pete and
Cal followed their father.

"I wonder if Danny will have to stay in the hospital," Millie said as
she settled into a chair in the living room.

"That depends on the X-rays, I reckon," Gus replied. "One thing's for
sure--he's going to be laid up for a spell."

"That'll be kind of hard on you, huh Millie?" Cal asked. "I mean, you
two being newlyweds and all." He couldn't suppress a slight smirk.

"Dry up!" Gus snapped as the girl looked away in embarrassment. "You and
Pete hightail it outa here and go tend to your chores."

"We, got nothing to do right now," Cal said.

"Come on, you heard the old man," Pete put in, heading for the door.

"Yeah, but ..."

Pete gave his younger brother a poke in the ribs. Cal glanced at Millie,
then turned and followed Pete out of the house.

"Don't take this too hard, honey," Gus advised as he pulled out his pipe
and began filling it. "Accidents happen. It may not amount to much of
anything at all."

"I hope it doesn't. I don't know why the doctor wouldn't let me ride
into town with them."

"Cause there's nothing you could do." Gus lit his pipe and expelled
white smoke. "We'll be hearing pretty soon. Let me go tell Rosa to
listen for the call."

As the elder Hinshaw left the room to seek the Mexican housekeeper,
Millie lapsed into a reverie which carried her back exactly one week to
her wedding night. Though she and Danny had engaged in intercourse daily
since then, it was the first night that stuck in Millie's mind.

*     *     *

Conditioned by the incessant preaching of a man-hating mother who had
left Millie's father, taking the child when she was only two years old,
Millie had grown up burdened by inhibitions and sexual fear. She had
shunned dates and shuddered at the thought of marriage. But then she met
Danny and fell in love. Two days after her eighteenth birthday they
eloped.

During the first day of their honeymoon, Millie suffered growing
apprehension. When the light in their hotel room was finally turned out
and Danny approached the bed, the young bride had an impulse to bolt and
take refuge in the bathroom.

But her love for Danny caused her to hope he would prove different from
the selfish, lustful men her mother had railed against.

Tense and anxious, Millie waited to find out whether her hope or her
fear would be fulfilled.

As soon as Danny had removed his robe and slid into bed beside her,
Millie was shocked to discover that he was naked.

"Wh-where are your pajamas?" she asked tremulously.

"I don't have any," her bridegroom responded with a chuckle. "And you
don't need this thing, either."

Passing his hand quickly across the front of Millie's nightgown and
thrilling her as he rolled her full, firm breasts, Danny immediately
began sliding the nightie off her smooth shoulders.

"No!" she exclaimed, clutching the diaphanous fabric.

"What do you mean 'no'? Honey, we're going to make love. We can't do
that with no nightgown in the way."

"Danny, I'm afraid!" she blurted.

His hands withdrew and he gazed intently at her shadowy face. "Afraid?
Of what?"

"Of ... of you!"

"Aaaw, baby! There's nothing to be afraid of." He snuggled into her neck
and resumed stroking her titties through the sheer nightgown. "I'm the
same guy you've been dating all these weeks."

"Yes, but ... we've never been like this before, without our clothes on
and--"

Millie stopped talking and sucked in her breath. Danny had shifted his
lower body against her, and she felt the frightening hardness of his
penis. It was like a club lying across her thigh.

"What's the matter?" Danny asked as he cuddled her.

"Your ... your thing!"

He chuckled softly against her ear. "You mean this?" He flexed his
erection against her thigh.

"Danny!"

"It's pretty hard, ain't it?" His voice had grown husky. "That's cause I
want you so."

"It'll hurt me!" Millie said.

"Maybe a little bit, the first time. But you'll get over that right
away. Come on ... let me feel you up. Then you'll want to screw just as
much as I do."

"Danny, don't talk dirty!"

"It ain't dirty to say screw," the youth replied indignantly. "What do
you want me to call it? There's a worse word I could've used."

"Don't you dare!"

Danny sat up, the covers skidding to his waist. He stared down at his
trembling bride. "Now look--we're married, honey. I let you put me off
all the time we was going together, but now things are different. I'm
your husband, and I've got a right to make love to you. I realize how
girls are ... when they're cherry and all--they've got to be treated
gentle. Well, I'm going to treat you just as nice as I can. But we're
going to make it, Millie, so there's no sense our being silly about it."

Millie froze, concluding suddenly that her mother had been right all
along. Men were selfish animals--and Danny was like all the rest. She
began to struggle.

Hurt and angered, the young bridegroom responded in a way that seemed to
confirm Millie's fear. Forcibly pressing her against the mattress, he
scrambled atop her. Panic-stricken, Millie attempted to claw or slap
him, but Danny managed to catch her wrists and pin them against the bed.

Glaring down, breathing hard, his black hair hanging across his face,
the man Millie had fallen in love with seemed to have turned into a
monster. He let go of one of her arms long enough to grasp the top of
her nightgown. Yanking viciously, he split the filmy garment down the
front. As Millie squealed and writhed, the torn edges of nylon flew away
from her heaving chest. Her bobbing, round tits were exposed, her coral
nipples sticking up.

"Baby ... aaw, baby!" Danny groaned, pressing his open mouth to one of
the creamy pink-tipped mounds.

Millie gasped as her husband's tongue swabbed moistly across her
sensitive nipple. He caught the thrusting bud between his lips and
tugged at the firm, rubbery protrusion, stretching her pliant breast
upward. His lips slid against the pebbled flesh of her aureole and onto
the silken surrounding skin. Then, pulling as much of her titty into his
mouth as he could hold, he bathed her erect, tingling nipple in his
saliva as his tongue repeatedly stroked the small knot of erectile
tissue, gliding and twirling.

Millie's senses reeled. She had turned hot and sticky between the legs.
She panted, her gelatinous breast wobbling against her husband's mouth.
He wrapped a hand around her other breast and squeezed. Her nipple
tingled excitingly against his palm. She was acutely aware of Danny's
thick, hard rod sandwiched between their bellies.

Danny lifted his head and gave her a warm smile. "I'm sorry about
tearing your nightie," he said. "But we've got to do this right." His
eyes stroked down to her breasts. "You're so pretty. Gosh, honey, I love
you!"

He sealed his lips to hers. Danny's churning tongue filled her mouth,
caressing her tongue and the silken inner walls of her cheeks. His hand
surrounded a breast and squeezed rhythmically, making the sensitive
flesh throb.

Millie's fear wasn't removed. It had simply been overwhelmed by a surge
of passion stronger than anything she had ever imagined. As Danny pulled
up her nightgown, his cock rubbing moistly against her bare stomach, her
nerves drew taut. Her eyes stared up at him in the dimness, wide with
fright and wonder.

Danny rolled off her, and Millie relaxed slightly. But when his hand
glided down across her smooth, shivery belly and onto the hairy, puffed
softness between her legs, the responsive girl gasped. Danny smiled,
though there was a tenseness to his features as he fingered Millie's sex
petals apart and probed into her moist, slippery cleft.

"Hey, you're ready, sweetheart," her bridegroom said exultantly. "You
want it. You really want it!"

"No! Oh, I don't know what I want!"

"I do. You want what I've got for you. Feel it."

Danny grasped her hand and carried it to his upthrust prick. Millie's
perspiring fingers curled around the thick, warm column. She was amazed
by its bonelike hardness, and her fear took a sudden resurgence.

"That'll hurt me!" she exclaimed. "Danny ..."

"Come on," he said huskily. "It's time."

Danny slid between her full, firm thighs, pressing them wide apart. The
tip of his penis probed for the opening in Millie's soft, wet cunt. She
held her breath. Her heart was thumping like a kettle drum.

Danny pushed.

She bit her lip to stifle the shriek that welled up in her throat at the
pain. Her eyes glazed with tears.

The pain receded as abruptly as it had begun, after which Millie felt a
shocking sense of fullness.

"It's in!" Danny exclaimed, breathing hard. "Baby, it's in you!"

Danny was pulling and thrusting ... jabbing ... burrowing ... wedging
his hard cock deeper and deeper into Millie's virginal slit. The
sensations which she felt were more startling than painful. There was no
pleasure. She was still holding her breath, letting only enough air in
and out to keep her lungs functioning.

But as Danny's massive rigidity tore ever more deeply into her belly,
bringing no added pain, Millie began gradually to relax. The slight
soreness at the mouth of her vagina, though aggravated by the friction
of his shaft, was tolerable. With relaxation came Millie's first
voluptuous response.

It felt good to have a cock inside her, stroking and going deep. She
writhed and let out a little moan. She resumed active breathing, though
her breaths were heavy and uneven.

"Unnh ... oh ... oh God, that's good!" Danny panted.

"Yes ... yesss." She closed her eyes and twisted her lips. Almost of
their own accord, her hips started moving with his.

The sheathing snugness of his bride's virginal pussy, now bobbing
jerkily around his fast-stroking shaft, gave Danny such intense
stimulation that he couldn't hold off the orgasm which was welling up in
him. He groaned exultantly, his whole body stiffened, and his prick
rammed deep inside her. She gasped, then mewed with pleasure as she felt
her husband's warm spurts, accompanied by a spastic twitching of his
embedded rod.

Danny sighed and lapsed forward.

Millie lay motionless beneath him except for the rise and fall of her
cushioning breasts. She felt as if she were on a carnival ride that had
slowed in preparation for a new burst of frenzied motion. But the burst
didn't come. Millie found herself experiencing a vague and unfulfilled
sense of excitement.

Danny's cock was softening and shrinking inside her. He was getting
heavy. The dull soreness at the mouth of her vagina persisted, but that
didn't bother Millie any longer. She was more concerned about a vague
anxiety that mocked both her earlier fear and her briefly awakened
desire.

Is it over? she wondered. Was that all?

Danny pushed back, his soft penis slurping out of her. He grinned
boyishly. "Pretty good, huh?"

"I ... I guess so," Millie said.

Is this what Mama warned me so much about? Millie asked herself in
amazement. This nothing?

"Baby, you're wonderful!" Danny purred, snuggling down against her,
wrapping her in his strong arms. "I love you!"

"I love you, too," Millie replied almost mechanically.

At that moment she wasn't sure how she felt about anything, except that
her nerves remained taut--not from fear any longer, but from some cause
she didn't understand.

In less than a minute Danny fell asleep, his arms still draped around
her, his head resting against her neck. Millie eased herself clear of
him and lay staring at the dim ceiling. Finally she dropped off ...

"Fuck with me, baby!" Danny was saying excitedly. "Ooh, man! God damn!
Oh, that's wild!"

The room was still dark, and Danny was atop her. He lay sprawled between
her thighs, supporting his torso on straight arms planted next to her
shoulders, and he was pistoning his hard cock inside her at a frenzied
rate. Millie's blonde hair tossed about the pillow. Her full tits
quivered. Her belly was pounding upward to absorb her husband's rapid
strokes.

The whole thing seemed to have happened of its own accord, and Millie
hadn't become aware of what she was doing until she was in the midst of
it.

"That's good ... oh, it's good!" she panted. "I love it!"

"Yeah!" Danny said huskily. "Yeah! Oooh, God damn!"

His prick was a wondrous thing--thrusting, gliding, pumping, filling her
with the throbbing power of his love. Millie was reaching for him
eagerly, absorbing with her warm, moist pussy his every jarring plunge.
She thrilled as his inrushing prick expanded the elastic sheath of her
vagina, warming her insides. She felt his big balls flop against her
tingling anus.

The carnival ride was really swinging now--wheeling, dipping, climbing.

"Ooooh!"

Fireworks seemed to burst around her ... in her. Her brain wheeled
giddily.

"Oooh God, baby! Wow! Oh ... Unnh!" Danny cried.

The thrusting stopped, and there was a pooling of warmth in Millie's
belly.

She clutched her strong young husband with her legs as well as her arms
and they rocked from side to side, moaning and panting from the bliss
that had come to them in the middle of the night ...

"Millie, the doc just called."

Snapping from her reverie, the girl jumped to her feet and asked Gus,
"What did he say? How's Danny?"

"Now, take it easy." Gus made a patting motion in the air.

His elder sons stood behind him, Cal with a funny little grin on his
face, Pete as grim as ever.

"Danny's coming home," Gus said.

"Then he's all right!" Millie exclaimed. "Oh, thank God!"

"He's gonna be all right," her father-in-law corrected. "He's got a
busted hip. But he don't need to stay in the hospital. Doc's going to
rig up some traction for him in the spare room upstairs. I figured it
was better that way, so you could be near him and take care of him.
Anyway, a hospital costs a lot of money, which we ain't got right now."

Millie sank into her chair. "How long will he be laid up?"

"Doc ain't sure," Gus said. "Maybe a month."

"Tough break, Millie," Cal said.

She turned dazed eyes on the heavyset young man who stood with his legs
planted apart. He was swaying slightly forward and back, his tight jeans
outlining the bulge of his privates. Embarrassed, Millie quickly lifted
her line of vision. Cal wore a faintly discernible smirk.

Millie looked at Pete. He was staring at her, his dark, hard eyes as
inscrutable as ever. He said nothing.

The young bride sheltered her face in her hands and cried.

Chapter 2

Millie stepped out to the porch. She rubbed the back of her hand across
her perspiring forehead and stood quietly, gazing out across the rolling
rangeland. In the distance, purple mountains blended with the sky. A
brilliant sun bathed the landscape, keeping the temperature in the
nineties--warm for northern Nevada, especially in late September.

Doc Carpenter had left a few minutes ago. Millie had helped him set up
the contraption of ropes and pulleys necessary to support Danny's cast,
after which she had remained in her husband's room and had tried to make
him as comfortable as possible. Danny was good-humored about the whole
thing. But Millie felt terribly depressed.

The screen door creaked behind her, and she turned around. Cal stepped
onto the porch.

He grinned. "Danny's a lucky devil. He's sure got a pretty nurse to take
care of him."

Millie turned back toward the landscape and didn't reply. Danny's robust
brother moved up beside her. She wished he would go away. She didn't
feel like talking with anyone.

"Sure hot, ain't it?" Cal asked.

"Yes."

"This kind of weather gets me to thinking about lying under a nice cool
shade tree with a pretty gal. Know what I mean?"

Cal slid a hand across the small of Millie's back and took hold of her
side, spanning the ridge of her panty elastic beneath her light dress.
She tensed as he fingered the elastic.

"Somebody like you," Cal went on, his voice lower and a little huskier
as he spoke from right above her ear. "Yes sir, Danny's a lucky guy."

Millie gave Cal a scornful glance. "How can you say Danny's lucky when
he's in that awful cast?"

"Well, he won't have no work to do for awhile. But me and Pete will have
to work twice as hard."

Why don't you get to it, then? Millie felt like replying. But she
remained silent.

After a few moments, she shrugged away from Cal's casual embrace and
walked to the end of the porch. He watched her plump bottom twisting
under her cotton skirt. His loins ached with the wish to pull her skirt
up and strip down her silken pants.

Blast Danny! he thought. How come a wet-nosed kid like him rates a
beautiful chick like her? It ain't right. Now he's going to be lying up
there in that room for a month, while Pete and me work our butts off.
And he's going to have this luscious babe waiting on him hand and foot.
He won't be able to screw her, though. Not while he's in that cast. Cal
smiled to himself. That's going to be rough on them both. Unless I miss
my guess, this little filly likes her fucking. God damn, would I love to
give her the feel of my cock!

"What're you standing there for?" Pete barked at his brother as he
stepped onto the porch. "We've got to fix that fence up at the draw."

"Hell, don't you think I know it?" Cal growled. His voice brightened
somewhat as he added, "See you later, Millie."

"Yes," she said without looking around.

"What a piece!" Pete said under his breath as the brothers walked toward
the barn.

"Man, you ain't kidding! How come we never saw her in Kenyon? How come
Danny always smelled out the best stuff?"

"I saw her clerking in Connelly's store. She'd never hardly look at me,
though."

"That's what I mean. Danny's always had a way with 'em, ever since he
started sprouting hair on his nuts."

"I'm going to have her," Pete vowed.

Cal looked at him. "You sound like you mean it."

"Damned right I do!"

"The old man would tar us if he caught us messing around with Danny's
wife."

"How old are you, Cal?"

"Why, twenty-four. You know that."

"And I'm twenty-six," Pete said. "We don't have to take no shit from the
old man any more."

"Come on now," Cal derided. "You're the one who always hops to every
time he yells."

"Cause he's usually right," Cal's slim elder brother replied. "But when
it comes to tail, a man makes his own decisions."

"Yeah, but ..."

"It's better if you lay off Millie anyhow," Pete said as they entered
the barn. "That way I'll have a clear field for myself."

"Think you can really make her?"

"Hell, I know I can!"

On the porch, Millie continued to think about Cal's arm around her waist
and the way he had talked. She didn't like him, but she nevertheless had
responded to his touch.

It's just that sex is such a new thing to me, she decided. Danny and I
have only been married a week, and now--oh God, why did that accident
have to happen?

*     *     *

At night the prairie sky was like a black velvet pincushion full of
pinheads that glittered like diamonds. The air was still warm, but there
was a slight breeze.

Millie had just made her young husband comfortable, helping him with the
bedpan, then emptying it. She didn't like being a nurse.

She rounded the corner of the house and stopped on the small patch of
lawn. She squatted and felt the grass. Noting that there was no dew, she
sat down, tucking her skirt underneath her bare thighs.

The breeze felt good. From out on the range, she heard the faint
intermittent bawl of the cattle.

"Feel like company?" a male voice inquired.

Millie jumped and looked up. "Oh, you startled me, Pete!"

He lowered himself to the grass beside her. "Sorry. I figured maybe
you'd like to talk." Pete snapped his cigarette in a glowing arc across
the lawn.

Millie was surprised by Pete's attitude. He had hardly said a dozen
words to her since she and Danny had arrived at the ranch the night
before.

The fact was that she felt like talking. She smiled at Pete's dusky
profile beside her. "It's beautiful here at night."

"I like the quiet," he said. "I spent a week in San Francisco once. I
could hardly sleep for all the cars and sirens."

Millie planted her arms in the grass and leaned back. Her full, firm
breasts were thrown into startling prominence.

"The biggest city I've ever been in is Reno," she said. "That was kind
of exciting."

"Reno's okay--if a man likes to gamble and do that sort of thing."

"Do you?" Millie glanced at Pete and caught him ogling her breasts. When
she straightened up, he looked quickly away.

"I like it right here," he told her. "I'm gonna run this spread some
day."

"You and Cal and Danny, hm?"

"Ah, they'll probably take off."

"Danny says he wants to be a rancher all his life."

"What does he know? He's still just a kid."

"He's two years older than I am."

"But you're a girl. Girls mature younger."

There was silence for awhile as Pete and Millie entertained their
separate thoughts.

"How come you married such a young guy?" he asked.

She gave a little laugh. "I'm in love with Danny. Anyway, he's the right
age for me."

"You sure about that?"

Pete looked at her closely, his eyes hard and sharp. Millie felt uneasy.
She wanted to get up and return to the house, but she didn't wish to
offend Pete.

"I'm sure that I love Danny," she said.

Pete felt frustrated. His verbal gambit hadn't gotten him anywhere. That
was how it usually was when he was with a girl. He could never seem to
get around them by talking, and he didn't have the boyish good looks
that they liked.

But he had what they needed, and he knew how to give it to them. Millie
would like it, he was sure, once he put it into her. He'd never had any
complaint from a girl whose resistance he had been able to break down.

Suddenly his hard, lean body crashed against Millie, his strong arms
twisting her to face him. She gasped, but couldn't get out a cry before
Pete's firm lips pressed hers, spreading her mouth open. His tongue
crowded in.

Millie was horrified. As Danny's brother, Pete had no right to behave
this way.

She began to fight, writhing in his determined embrace, trying to slide
her mouth away from his. But Pete was pressing her backward to the
ground, and her attempts to wriggle free only caused her breasts to
wobble and rub against him, exciting him all the more.

Millie's brain reeled. Her brother-in-law's thrusting tongue, stroking
hers as it churned in her mouth, gave her the kind of excitement which
only Danny had been able to arouse before. Pete pinned her against the
hard, ground, and there seemed nothing she could do to restrain him. One
arm was free, and she beat at his back and side, but she knew the blows
were having no effect. Pete was sprawled across her other arm and her
legs, holding them down. She breathed gaspingly through her nose as the
French kiss continued, causing her blood to race.

Pete slid a hand up her front to grasp a breast from underneath. He
squeezed the large, pliant mound through her brassiere. A strong new
thrill coursed through Millie.

Oh, this is awful! she thought. I can't let him do it!

Pete's hot breath was bursting against her cheek as he ground his open
mouth on hers, hurting her lips with the brutal pressure. His wet, meaty
tongue was flapping against her tongue and the walls of her mouth.
Millie tried to move her jaws to bite him, but the force of his kiss
prevented that.

His hand, which now covered her tit, was squeezing the warm, soft melon
spasmodically, causing her nipple to swell against the cup of her bra.

Millie felt a flare of warmth in her loins. She hated what was
happening, but her body couldn't help responding to it--almost as if she
were with Danny. She was utterly dismayed.

Pete's hand glided down across her belly, blazing a trail of hot
sensation. He pawed at her pubic mound through her clothing, and Millie
quaked deep inside. Desperately, she twisted onto her hip so he could no
longer touch her most intimate area. Pete's hand skidded over her thigh
and across the hem of her skirt, onto her bare skin.

Millie's thigh tingled where he touched her. Gasping through her nose
and making anguished sounds in her throat, the distraught girl raised
her knee in an effort to dislodge his hand. But that hand glided up the
back of her smooth thigh, underneath her skirt, and grasped a buttock
through the clinging nylon of her panties. He squeezed the lusciously
resilient mound, his fingertips pressing her panty fabric into the crack
between her buttocks.

Humiliated and thrilled by the shockingly intimate contact, Millie
writhed, shaking her buttock in Pete's gasp. He pressed closer to her,
and she felt his cock. Hard as an iron bar, it seemed about to burst
through the coarse fabric of his jeans.

Giving a frenzied twist, Millie finally dislodged her mouth from Pete's.
She gasped and was about to scream, but then she realized it would cause
a fuss. Danny would find out. Maybe he wouldn't understand.

"Stop it!" she hissed at Pete, breathing hard and straining against him
in an effort to break his hold.

He answered with a passionate groan against her sweet, soft neck, and
his lascivious fingers clawed at the elastic top of her panties,
grasping the thin band and pulling it down at the back.

Cool air touched the girl's exposed buttocks, followed by Pete's
work-roughened hand as he stroked across her rear crack, spanning both
satiny cheeks and squeezing them together.

"Oh, God!" Millie exclaimed as her hips heaved spastically, her mound
grinding against Pete's hard-on.

He caught her mouth again, once more filling it with his tongue. She
couldn't think. The strength seemed to be draining from her body. Her
loins had turned into an inferno.

Pete pulled her pants down, slithering the elastic and nylon along her
hot thighs. He left the briefs wound like a silken rope around her knees
and pressed her onto her back. Millie gasped as her bare ass sank into
the thick, tickling lawn. Pete placed his hand on her hairy mound, and
the strongest blast yet went through her.

But her mind kept shrieking against the outrage. Her sense of
degradation was joined by a mind-boggling fear. She had never believed a
man could rape her; she would always be able to keep her legs together
and fight him off, she had assumed. But she was no longer certain of her
ability to resist. Something was working inside her to make her give in,
even though she loathed Pete.

He jammed his hand down between her thighs, forcing them as far apart as
the panties around her knees would permit. He stroked her soft, hairy
cunt. Blast after blast of hot excitement coursed through her.

"No ... oh, no ..." she moaned as Pete sat up and gazed in the sparse
light at the beauty of her lower region.

Butter-colored curls formed a thick, shaggy triangle above her closed
thighs. Her soft, rounded belly was thrillingly white, punctuated by the
cute depression of her navel. Pete bent and kissed the pliant flesh just
below her belly button.

Millie writhed against the grass, unconsciously shaking her tummy
against Pete's face.

"Let's get your pants off," he growled as he raised his head.

He took hold of the dainty pink undergarment with both hands and hauled
it up her legs as he lifted them in the air. He took the panties off
Millie's feet, working the elastic over her shoes.

Pete knelt beside her and looked down, grinning tensely. His black hair
fell across his forehead. "You want it now, don't you?" he said.

"No! Oh God, no! I don't!"

"Liar!" he charged as he clawed at the front of his pants, opening his
fly.

Millie could have jumped up and run back to the house, she realized.
Still she didn't move. She stared at her rangy brother-in-law through
wide eyes.

He dug a hand into his open fly. His fist came out, clutching a prick
that was thicker and longer than Danny's. Its bare rosy head was huge.
The sight of it both thrilled and terrified his young sister-in-law as
he started to scramble between Millie's legs, his erect cock swaying.

At that moment Millie's fear and indignation welled up, overcoming the
erotic lethargy that had gripped her. She quickly pulled her legs back
and rolled away from the crouching man.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Pete exclaimed. "Where are you going?"

Millie was on her feet and running toward the house, sobbing as her
whole body throbbed. Her thighs slithered moistly together, unhampered
by the presence of pants. Her buttocks felt shockingly loose against her
swaying skirt.

Pete didn't run after her. He knew that would only cause a scene.

"Sonofabitch!" he snarled, slamming his balled fist against the ground.

His penis slumped.

Millie's panties, a. soft puff of pink, caught his eye. He picked them
off the lawn and held them up, using both hands to stretch the elastic
and shake them into shape.

He pressed them to his face and inhaled their intimate scent, rubbing
the sleek nylon against his nose and mouth. Then he jammed the panties
into a pocket of his jeans, tucked his penis in, and closed his fly.

She won't tell anybody what happened, he thought as he got up. She liked
it, and in the back of her head she's hoping it will happen again. It
will! And I'll get her next time!

*     *     *

The TV in the living room was on. Gus and Cal were laughing over a
comedy show. They didn't glance at Millie as she hurried to the stairs.

She went directly to her room--the room she had shared with Danny last
night but which she would occupy alone until he recovered. After closing
the door carefully, the tense and quivering girl approached the dresser
mirror.

Her blonde hair was in disarray and had bits of grass in it. Still
trembling, she picked up a comb and began to run it through the long
silken strands. She stopped and stared into her reflected eyes, trying
to read what was in them, trying to understand why she had responded to
Pete as she had.

What sort of person are you? she asked her image.

There was no answer.

After Millie had calmed herself and was sure that her appearance gave no
hint of what had happened, she walked down the hall to Danny's room.

He smiled warmly at her as she entered. "Hi, baby. Come on over here."

Millie returned his smile. "Feeling all right?"

"As good as a guy can, I guess, when he's flat on his back with one leg
in the air. Where you been?" He took her hand.

"Uh ... outside. I went out to look at the stars."

"Hey, no fair! You ain't supposed to look at the stars unless I'm with
you. That goes for the moon, too."

"Silly," she said, laughing softly. For some reason she didn't
understand, her eyes misted over.

Danny moved his hand to her leg. Before Millie could stop him, he
reached under the hem of her skirt and stroked up her silken thigh to
her buttock.

His eyes widened. "Where's your pants?"

Millie turned red. "Oh, I ... uh ... took them off. It was so warm."

"Well listen, young lady," Danny said as he patted her rounded, quivery
buttocks, "don't go running around here with no pants on, understand?
I've got two horny brothers, and my old man ain't exactly senile yet."

"Danny! I'm surprised at you!" Millie shrugged away, pushing his arm
down.

His eyes narrowed. "Feel me," he said softly.

"What?"

"Feel my dick."

"Danny!"

"Oh, for God's sake!" He grasped her hand and carried it to the crotch
of his pajamas where a single sheet covered him.

Millie's eyes widened. "Danny! You ... you're hard!"

"Hell, yes! You see what one feel of your ass can do?"

"Shame on you for talking like that!" she said, jerking her hand away.

"Baby, when are you gonna get it through your sweet head that we're
married? We can say anything to one another, and it ain't bad."

"Well, certain words are ..." She looked down.

"Exciting! That's what they are. Come on, honey--take your clothes off."

Millie stared at her earnest young husband. "But we can't ... do
anything."

"We can't fuck, if that's what you mean," he said, his eyes twinkling.
"But there's something else you can do--that is, if you love me enough."

"You know I love you," Millie murmured.

"Then take off your clothes." His voice had grown husky.

Millie had no idea what he had in mind, but she wanted to please him. It
seemed particularly important after what had happened outside.

She stepped back and turned away from the bed. She reached behind her
neck, lowered the zipper on her dress partway, then reached up from
below and pulled it the rest of the way down. She shrugged the dress off
her shoulders and let it drop.

She was naked, except for a bra. Danny gazed at her beautifully formed
bottom, the cheeks silken and plumply rounded. His cock throbbed harder.

Millie tingled as she reached for the clasp of her bra and opened it.
She still wasn't used to appearing before her husband in the nude, and
she remained tense over what had happened on the lawn with Pete.

She turned to face Danny, resisting the urge to cover her triangular
blonde tuft and the erect, elliptical mounds on her chest. Her pink
nipples stood up, aimed at the junction of wall and ceiling.

"My God, you're beautiful!" Danny said, his tone reverent as well as
passionate.

Millie smiled and approached the bed, her cheeks rosy. A barely
perceptible quiver stirred her tits.

Danny twisted slightly and reached out with both arms. He slid one hand
down her slender, graceful back while the other glided up a thigh. They
met at her bottom, each cupping a rounded, rubbery mound. He wiggled
Millie's ass as he pulled her closer to him.

Knowing what he wanted, she leaned forward. Her tits hung above his face
like exotic fruit, ripe on the bough. Danny's mouth opened, and he let
out a little groan as he caught a succulent nipple on his moist tongue
and drew it into his mouth. Millie closed her eyes and wiggled her
shoulders slightly as he sucked her tit, the full boob wobbling against
his face.

With a soft little slurp, Danny let go of her wet, tingling nipple, and
she shifted, sliding the other tit between his moist, loving lips. He
sucked the nipple deep.

Danny's fingertips entered the cleft of her buttocks, one hand stroking
downward until he was touching the hair-bordered, slippery folds of her
vulva. The middle finger of his other hand tickled the hot, puckered
dimple between her buttocks. Millie thrilled.

Danny let her well-kissed boobs bobble away. "Take hold of my cock," he
growled softly.

"Danny ..."

"Please."

Taut with excitement, Millie pushed the sheet away and snaked her hand
through the fly of his pajamas. She grasped her husband's warm, upthrust
column and brought it out.

His prick was so stiff! And the head was rosy and plump. But Danny's
organ wasn't as long as Pete's, Millie realized again. She shamed
herself for making the comparison and let go of his cock.

"Don't drop it as if it was a hot poker," he said.

"It is hot."

"I know it. It's hot for you. Play with it, honey."

"H-how do you mean?"

"Don't you know how a guy likes to be played with?" Danny's eyes
twinkled warmly as he looked up at her.

"You know I never saw another man this way," Millie said.

"Put your hand around it," Danny instructed huskily. "Pump it up and
down."

Millie blinked at him. "What'll that do?"

"It'll make me come. That is, if you do it right."

"Do you ... want to come? I mean, like this?"

"I'd rather come inside you, baby. You know that. But we can't fuck.
This is the next best thing." He hesitated and looked at her
searchingly. "Or almost."

God, if she would only suck me off! he thought. He'd had a girl do that
for him once at the cat house in town. His brothers had taken him there
when he was just sixteen. The girl he was with had seemed to get a kick
out of the fact that he was a virgin. She had said, "I want to eat this
sweet thing before you ever stick it in anyone else." And she had sucked
it until he had come, spurting into her throat like Old Faithful. After
that they had screwed. But the sucking had remained one of his fondest
memories.

Danny assumed no decent girl would do such a thing, and he therefore
hadn't asked any of the girls he had dated. He wouldn't think of asking
Millie.

But God, if she only would! he thought. It would have thrilled him so
much.

The question had crossed his mind as to why a decent girl wouldn't do as
much for love as a whore would do for money. Anyway, the whore hadn't
done it just for money. She had done it because she wanted to. But he
supposed that's what had made her a whore--wanting to do things like
that.

Millie stared at her husband's upthrust cock. She wasn't sure whether
she wanted to do what he had asked of her. It seemed nasty somehow. But
the idea stimulated her curiosity. She wondered how Danny's penis would
look when it spurted. And she wondered if she could really please him
that way.

Finally she wrapped her hand around the shank of his organ.

"Hey, that feels great!" Danny said. "Your fingers are so soft and
cool."

"Just ... what do I do?" Millie asked.

"Stroke your hand up and down--slow, but steady."

"Like this?" Millie began stroking his cock.

"Yeah! That's good! Oh baby, that feels wild!"

Millie felt rather foolish, pumping Danny's stiff dick. But the fact
that he was obviously enjoying it gave her pleasure.

"Harder now!" Danny groaned. "Faster!"

He grasped her swaying, quivering tits, clutching both of them and
squeezing. After a little while, he glided one hand to her ass while he
brushed the other back and forth across the hard, pink tips of her
titties, shaking the luscious boobs. His middle finger wormed into
Millie's hairy softness. The lips of her pussy were excitingly wet.

She felt vaguely humiliated, because it seemed that she was being used.
But she was giving Danny pleasure, and the act was kind of exciting.
Inwardly, however, her frustration was building up.

"Oh, God!" Danny cried. "JEE--zusss! Oh wow, that's good! Baby ... angel
... sweetheart!"

She pumped his stiff cock faster. Her hand flew up and down on the hard,
throbbing column. Clear fluid had seeped out of the gaping little hole
at the end of his prick and had washed over the bulging rosy head,
making it gleam.

"Baby, I'm gonna--Oh! Aaaaaagh!"

Danny's hips had lurched, and he felt blinding pain. The doctor had
warned him against moving that way.

"Sto ... stop," he said. He lay panting.

"What's the matter?" Millie asked, slackening her grip on his prick. She
was afraid she had done something wrong.

"I moved and ... hurt myself," he said, speaking with obvious
difficulty.

"Oh, darling!" she exclaimed. She let go of his penis.

"It's all right now," he said. "I'll be careful not to move. You can
start again."

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Yeah ... yeah. I've gotta get my rocks off!"

Suddenly the whole thing seemed crude and degrading to Millie. Her mind
skipped back across her happy honeymoon to what her mother had said
about all men being selfish, interested only in pleasing themselves.

But she shouldn't blame Danny, Millie realized. He couldn't do anything
for her as long as he was in the cast.

She resumed stroking his prick. Danny didn't say anything for awhile. He
just stared at her and breathed heavily. Finally, though, he began to
let out little cries. He grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it.

Millie's back was sore from bending forward for so long, and her arm
ached from pumping. She hoped he would finish soon.

Suddenly Danny gasped, let out a strangling moan, and his cock erupted.
A jet of thick, milky fluid spurted up, then another and another. Millie
stopped stroking him as the fascinating drops landed on his pajamas and
on her hand. They were warm, but they felt slimy.

"Oooooh..." Danny sighed. He seemed to relax, but his penis remained
hard.

Millie gave it a couple of final strokes. A thick glob of semen oozed
out the tip of the rod and washed down over the head.

"Is that ... all?" Millie asked.

"Yes." Danny's hands had fallen away from her.

She let go of his cock and backed up. She felt rather foolish. Her body
throbbed with sexual tension. She watched Danny's penis shrink as it
turned soft.

"Thanks, baby," he said, warmly smiling up at her.

"That's ... kind of messy, isn't it?" she said, looking at the semen
which lay in a couple of small clots on his pajamas. It was soaking into
the cloth.

"It's all right," he said. "You can get me some fresh pajamas tomorrow."

He was breathing heavily, as if he were about to fall asleep.

Millie looked at her hand which gleamed with his cum. The fishy smell of
it offended, yet strangely stimulated her.

The evening had been very confusing and upsetting--all of it.

"Do you want me to go?" she asked Danny.

"Whatever you want." His eyes fell closed.

Millie drew the sheet over him and turned away. She glanced at him as
she put on her bra. He wasn't watching her.

He's satisfied, she thought. I don't interest him any longer. But what
about me?

Millie put on her dress. Danny still hadn't opened his eyes.

"Good night, darling," she said, trying to make her tone warm, though
she didn't exactly feel warm toward him at the moment.

"'Night, baby," he said.

Millie turned out the light and left the room.

Chapter 3

When Millie arrived downstairs in the morning, Gus and his sons were
already at breakfast. Rosa, their plump housekeeper, was serving. She
gave Millie a cheerful smile.

Gus got to his feet. "Sorry to eat without you, Millie, but we figured
maybe you'd feel like sleeping late. No use you getting up with the
chickens just cause we have to."

"It's all right," Millie said, returning Gus's smile. She took her place
at the table.

"Morning, Millie," Cal said from across the way.

"Good morning."

She glanced shyly at Pete. His eyes were directed at his plate as he
speared a forkful of steak and egg.

"So I'm going in to the county seat and have a talk with Charley Sturm,"
Gus said to his sons, obviously continuing a conversation which had been
in progress. "Maybe there's something he can do."

"Not likely," Pete replied, chewing. "Charley just sends out the tax
bills. He don't make appraisals. We should've yelled when our appraisal
was set up last spring."

"I didn't check it, cause I didn't figure it would take a big jump," Gus
said defensively.

"That happened cause Reed pulled some strings and got his appraisal cut.
There's been talk of that in town. With him owning half the land in the
county, everybody else just naturally has to pay more."

"It ain't right!" Cal said vehemently.

"Danged right it ain't," his father agreed. "I've known Charley a long
time. Maybe I can get him to give us a break."

"Dad, you're grabbing at straws," Pete said. "We're just going to have
to pay the increase somehow."

"With cattle prices the way they are, it'll bust us," Gus complained.

Rosa brought a large glass of orange juice for Millie, and she took a
sip as she thought about what she had just heard.

Danny had told her of the trouble his family was having with the man
named Reed. His holdings completely surrounded Stallion Ranch, and he
was pressuring the Hinshaws to sell out. In recent weeks there had been
a number of strange happenings on Stallion Ranch--stock had been
rustled, fences broken, and the access road had been flooded by water
spilling over from Reed's land. Apparently getting the Hinshaws' taxes
increased while his own were lowered was the latest of Reed's tactics.

Gus finished his coffee and stood. "Excuse me, Millie, but I've got to
be going. It's better than an hour's drive to the county seat, and I
want to be there when Charley opens his office. How's Danny this
morning? Did you look in on him?"

"Yes," Millie replied. "He's getting along all right."

She glanced guiltily at Pete and caught him watching her. He quickly
averted his eyes and stood.

"Come on, Cal," he said.

"Be with you in a minute," the younger man responded. He grinned across
the table at Millie.

Her breakfast arrived. It consisted of a generous serving of steak and
eggs, with a stack of hotcakes on the side. Millie had never eaten so
much in the morning in her life.

Cal kept his blue eyes on her as he sipped coffee. "How about letting me
show you around the ranch .today?" he suggested. "Danny didn't get a
chance to do that before he was hurt."

"Thank you, but I'll have to stay here at the house," the young woman
replied. "Danny needs looking after."

"Rosa can tend to him."

"I'd rather look out for him myself."

"If I was the one that was hurt, would you be looking out for me?" Cal
asked, his eyes twinkling.

"I'm married to Danny," Millie replied coolly.

"But now it's like being single again, ain't it?"

Millie colored and looked down.

"Well, let me know if you change your mind about riding across the
ranch," Cal said as he got up. "There's some mighty pretty scenery
around the back line."

"Thanks, Cal. I'll let you know."

Millie watched the husky young man leave the dining room. As she
finished her breakfast, she was alone with her thoughts. They turned
first to Danny, than to Pete.

I must have been out of my mind to let Pete go as far with me as he did,
Millie thought. Before I was married, I would never have let any guy do
that. Even Danny never got under my dress.

She wondered what had happened to her panties--whether Pete had kept
them. What if he showed them to Cal or somebody else?

Even though she was alone, Millie blushed.

She visualized Pete's stiffly erect penis as she had seen it last night
on the lawn.

No! she told herself sternly. I can't think about that. Danny's my
husband, and I love him. Anyway, I couldn't stand to have another man
stick his thing into me! If one of Danny's brothers were to do it, it
would be a double sin.

She hoped Pete wasn't saving her panties and that he wouldn't show them
to anyone. Whoever saw them would think he had taken her. He might even
say that he had.

Millie felt more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't finish her
breakfast, though the food was very good.

She left the table and thought about returning upstairs to be with
Danny. But she felt she couldn't face him right then. She decided to
step outside and get some fresh air.

The day was already warm. A bright sun was blazing in a virtually
cloudless sky. Millie stood in the shade of a large tree and breathed in
the subtle, invigorating scent of the prairie.

"So you decided to come out after all," Cal said as he emerged from a
little building next to the house.

"Just for a minute," Millie replied.

Cal grinned as he walked up to her, moving with a characteristic strut
which Millie found objectionable. "I had to adjust the pump," he said.
"Have you seen it?"

"No."

"I'd better show you how to turn it on and off. We only run it a few
minutes a day, to fill the water tank for the house. It's going now."

Millie followed the robust young man to the open door of the shack. He
stepped aside and let her enter first. Inside an electric motor was
whirring. A pipe extended from the motor down a dark shaft.

"That's our well," Cal said. "Take a look down there."

Leaning against the protective railing, Millie bent forward. Suddenly
she felt a hand at the back of her thighs. She straightened quickly, but
not before the hand had scooted all the way up under her skirt and was
pressing her panty-clad bottom.

"Stop that!" she exclaimed indignantly, whirling to face Cal.

Keeping his hand where it was, he used his other arm to draw Millie into
a snug embrace. Her breasts crushed against his chest. Almost before the
startled girl knew what was happening, Cal was pressing his mouth to
hers. His lips were thick and moist. He didn't try to use his tongue,
but he kissed Millie with ardent force as his hand squeezed and wobbled
the cheeks of her fanny.

Clenching her fists, she beat at Cal's strong, thick body. She tried to
squirm away from him, but the effort proved futile. Her belly merely
rubbed against his belt buckle.

Millie felt Cal's cock come alive against her. The organ turned hard and
pushed upward.

Millie's outrage turned to fear. Twisting her mouth against Cal's, she
bit his lip. He quickly backed up and let go of her.

"Why you danged little savage!" he said, touching his lip, then looking
at his hand to see if Millie had drawn blood. She hadn't.

She was breathing hard and staring at him with shocked condemnation in
her eyes. "You had no right to do that!" she exclaimed. "If Danny knew
about it, he'd beat you up."

"What're you giving me?" Cal retorted scornfully. "He couldn't beat up
nobody. Shit, he can't even get outa bed! Anyhow, you don't need to act
so high and mighty. Pete showed me the pants he took off you last
night."

Millie gasped. Her face turned red. She was about to turn and run from
the pump house, but she decided she couldn't leave without correcting
the wrong impression Cal had obviously gained.

"I didn't let Pete take my panties off," Millie said, blushing
furiously. "He ... he just grabbed them. I couldn't stop him."

"Oh, sure!" Cal laughed derisively. "Listen, no gal gets her pants
pulled off unless she wants it to happen--or unless the guy's holding a
knife or a gun on her. Pete didn't do that, I'll bet."

"No, but he took advantage of me!" Millie maintained, her cheeks
continuing to glow and her eyes snapping angrily.

"He claims he screwed you. Is that right?"

"Certainly not!" Millie's cheeks were hotter than ever. "What dirty boys
you are--you and your brother both! I hate you!"

Cal's answer was a laugh. "Well, if old Pete didn't fuck you, he came
mighty close to it. How come you let him go that far and wouldn't let
me?"

Millie backed up. Her eyes were wild with anger. "I'm going to tell your
father on you!"

"Yeah? And have him tell Danny?" Cal moved close to her, crowding her
against the wall. "If you was going to tell Pop anything, you'd have
done it last night or sure as hell this morning. You don't want no fuss,
baby. Now be nice, huh?"

Cal's ham-like hand covered Millie's left breast, and he rolled the
resilient orb through her blouse and brassiere. She gasped and her brain
turned giddy. She wanted to scream, but she was afraid of what would
happen if anyone were to come and catch Cal and her together. Anyway,
old Gus had left the ranch. Only Pete and Rosa were about.

"Please stop it!" Millie exclaimed, squirming against Cal and pushing at
his arm.

He kissed her again, this time spreading her lips wide and jamming his
thick tongue against hers. Her back was pressed to the wall. Cal's large
belly was snugly against her, and his cock had hardened again.

The nipple of Millie's abused left breast had stiffened and was tingling
against her bra cup. Moisture was breaking from the glands in her pussy.

She didn't believe Cal could actually screw her in the pump house, since
the small enclosure was crowded with machinery and there was no place to
lie down. Nevertheless she was afraid.

What bothered the distraught girl more than anything else was her
response to Cal's coarse actions. It was as if she actually wanted him.
But she knew that wasn't so. His kiss and touch offended her intensely.

Realizing as well as Millie that he could make no further progress with
her in the cramped pump house, Cal finally released her and stepped
back. Her gaze instinctively dropped to the front of his Levi's which
were badly out of shape. Her cheeks glowed hotter.

Cal grinned as he studied her. "I'm gonna let you go this time," he
said. "That'll give you a chance to think things over. We could have a
lot of fun, if you'd just quit being so snooty. Hellfire, Danny wouldn't
have to know ... or Pete, either. I ain't the kind that brags."

Millie didn't believe that. He would brag as much as Pete, if not more.
She had the feeling that there was some sort of wicked contest between
the two brothers to see which one of them could break her down.

Her cheeks still glowing, Millie slid along the wall and hurried out of
the pump house. She heard Cal's soft, mocking laughter. But he didn't
follow her out right away.

She was about to enter the house when she noticed a car coming up the
driveway. It was a new, sporty model. The sun glinted off its chrome
trim.

Millie waited, thinking she might have to greet the visitor even though
she still felt flustered from Cal's pawing. Just then he emerged from
the pump house and stopped, watching the car approach.

Millie proceeded into the house. In front of a mirror in the deserted
living room, she checked herself to make sure there was no telltale sign
of her distressing encounter with Cal. She took several deep breaths to
calm herself, then carefully arranged her hair about her shoulders.

When Millie felt she was ready to face her husband, she went upstairs.
But in the back of her mind, guilt nagged.

It was your fault as much as theirs, she thought concerning Pete and
Cal. You didn't have to let them go so far. You could have fought them
off.

The troubled girl nearly panicked when she reached Danny's room. But she
gained a firm grip on herself and opened the door. She forced a cheerful
smile.

Chapter 4

"Well, hi there!" Cal said with a grin as he swaggered up to the flashy
car which had stopped in front of the ranch house.

The driver and sole occupant was a young woman with bright auburn hair
done in a fancy coiffure. She wore dark glasses. Her pink lips
glistened.

When Cal reached the side of the car, his gaze dipped into the luscious
white cleavage revealed by her low cut blouse.

"Is this the Hinshaw place?" the girl inquired, her voice carefully
modulated to achieve a sexy effect.

The small hairs on Cal's neck prickled. "That's right." He kept
grinning. "Who'd you want to see?"

She removed her glasses. Her eyes were a limpid aquamarine. "You're not
Pete Hinshaw, are you?" Her lips curved invitingly.

"No, I ain't. That's my brother." Cal was visually caressing the lissome
lengths of the girl's sleekly stockinged legs. The hem of her miniskirt
was almost lap-high.

"Is he around?" the redhead asked.

"Yeah. He's out at the barn, most likely."

"I wonder if you'd be good enough to call him."

"Sure. Uh, who shall I say wants him?"

"My name's Viv Lanier. I'm from Reno."

"Sure. Well, just a minute, Miss Lanier." Cal flashed another smile.
"Don't go away now."

She laughed throatily and turned off the car's engine.

Cal hurried to the barn. He found Pete throwing hay down from the mow.

"Where the fuck have you been?" the older brother snapped. "Do you
expect me to do every God damned thing around this place?"

"Keep your pants on. There's somebody out here to see you."

"Yeah?"

"A babe!" Cal's eyes glinted. "Man, wait until you get a look at her."

"Who is she?" Pete started down the ladder.

"Her name's Viv Lanier. She said she's from Reno, that's all."

Reaching the ground floor of the barn, Pete faced his brother. "And she
asked for me?"

"Yep."

Pete headed out of the barn. Cal started to accompany him.

Pete stopped. "I'm the one she asked for. Knock down some more of that
hay, why don't you?"

"Aw, for Christ's sake!" Cal grumbled, but he turned to the task.

As Pete approached the car he saw the reason for Cal's excitement.

"Pete Hinshaw?" the girl asked.

"Yeah." He squinted at her.

"Oh, this is going to be fun!" She smiled enticingly. "I'm a free lance
writer, Mr. Hinshaw. Uh, can I call you Pete?"

"Sure." His dark eyes stroked the tops of her thrusting tits.

"Call me Viv ... please. I made some inquiries around here and they told
me you were the man to see about running a cattle ranch. I mean, I don't
want to run one." She laughed softly. "I just want to write about it. I
need some background information."

"Well, this place ain't mine. It belongs to my dad."

"But you sort of run it for him, don't you?" Her eyes were very wide and
earnest.

"You might say that," Pete responded proudly, permitting himself a
slight smile.

"Then you're just the man I want!" His hand was resting on the window
ledge of the car, and Viv placed her hand atop it. "Where can we talk?"

Her warm, gentle touch sent a thrill racing through Pete's body. He
feared for a moment that his cock might get hard.

"Well, uh, wherever you like, Miss ... I mean, Viv. Uh, in the house?"

"You were working out in the barn just now, weren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Then let's go there. I want to see what you were doing, and you can
explain it to me. All right?"

"Well, sure ... if you want me to."

He backed up, and Viv opened the car door. He watched her swing her legs
around, catching a quick flash of her white panty crotch before she
pressed her legs together and stood.

Viv remained close beside him as they walked to the barn. He was very
conscious of her warmth. It seemed amazing that she had suddenly
appeared from nowhere, asking for him. Her explanation was improbable,
but Pete wasn't about to question it. She was there, and he wished to
enjoy her presence.

"What a beautiful big barn!" Viv said. "What all do you keep in it?"

"Hay and special feeds ... and other stuff. We keep the horses in a
stable that connects to it."

"Why do you call the place Stallion Ranch?" Viv smiled up at him as they
walked along.

"That was the name when my father took over. There used to be a lot of
wild horses around here. The people who homesteaded this place made a
living catching and breaking them."

"How interesting!"

"We still pick up a wild bronc every once in a while. My kid brother was
trying to break one yesterday. He got throwed and busted his hip."

Viv seemed concerned. "Oh, is he all right?"

"He will be. He's flat on his back right now."

They had reached the door of the barn, and Pete stepped aside to let Viv
enter first. He watched her cute buttocks undulate in her short,
clinging skirt.

From the mow, Cal saw them enter. Curious, he put his pitchfork aside
and descended the ladder.

"Well, there ain't nothing much to see in here," Pete said quickly. "Why
don't we go into the stable?"

Viv glanced from Pete to Cal, who was approaching with a big grin on his
face.

"Better keep knocking down that hay," Pete said.

"Aw, there's enough down here now," Cal replied. "What can we do for
you, Miss Lanier?"

"I explained to Pete that I'm a writer looking for some background
information about cattle ranching."

"This here's my kid brother Cal," Pete said reluctantly.

"Yes, I met Cal a little while ago." The redhead smiled at him warmly.
"Call me Viv."

Cal took her arm. "Well, I'd be glad to show you around the place, Viv.
Pete's going to be pretty busy."

"No, I ain't!" the older brother flared.

"Remember you was telling me you'd have to check the stock vaccination
records? The vet's coming out in the morning, and you're the only one
who can read your chicken scratches on them cards." Cal grinned
mischievously. "Anyhow, Millie's apt to get jealous if she sees you with
another gal."

"Who's Millie?" Viv asked.

"Nobody!" Pete snapped. His expression turned vicious. "She ain't
nobody. Butt out, Cal!"

"I don't want to cause any problems, Pete," the redhead said. "I imagine
Cal can show me what I want to see."

The husky young man tossed Pete a triumphant look as Viv let him lead
her away. Pete glared.

"I didn't realize Pete had a girl friend living here at the ranch," Viv
said to Cal when they were out of his brother's hearing.

Her concern about competition struck Cal as peculiar. He had mentioned
Millie only to embarrass Pete. But since it seemed to matter to Viv, the
younger man decided to use Millie to maximum advantage.

"Yeah, Pete's pretty sweet on Millie," he replied.

"You probably have almost as much to say about running the ranch as he
does, don't you? I mean, even though he's older?"

"Oh, sure. I can tell you everything you need to know. I can show you a
few things, too." Grinning suggestively, he gave Viv's arm a squeeze.

"That sounds interesting," she purred, letting her hip brush against
him.

This is my lucky day! Cal thought. Pete can have cold-pants Millie. I'm
going to get me something even better!

*     *     *

"Wow!" Viv murmured enthusiastically as her hand boldly stroked the
front of Cal's snug jeans.

They had just toured the stable and walked around to the far side of it
where there was a pile of clean straw. The location was secluded--out of
sight from the house and from the work area at the other side of the
barn. Viv had suggested that they sit down in order to "talk more
comfortably." Relaxing in the soft straw, the exciting young woman had
purposely leaned against Cal. Not one to let such an opportunity slip
by, Cal had embraced and kissed her. His cock had hardened, and she had
felt it pressing against her thigh.

With her soft, delicate hand stroking his eager member through his
pants, Cal was fired into action. He pressed the beautiful redhead onto
her back in the straw and began running his hands over her body.

She writhed pleasurably, making no effort to restrain him. "Mmmm, you're
so big and strong!"

Again Viv touched the front of Cal's pants, this time even more boldly.
She clutched the turgid column of his penis which was straining against
the coarse fabric.

Emitting a voluptuous groan, the young man pressed his fleshy face to
the softly quivering tops of her titties. He licked and sucked at the
pliant, perfumed flesh as his rough hand skidded up the outside of Viv's
thigh. Her skirt easily slid above her hips, and Cal palmed the
resilient mounds of her bottom, sheathed in white, silken briefs. Her
stockings, which had self-supporting tops, ended just below her
buttocks.

"Cal! Oh, you're such a tiger! You're making me so hot!"

Viv clawed at the fasteners on his jeans. A new surge of pleasure went
through the young cowboy as she reached into his fly and caressed his
bloated organ through the fabric of his Jockey shorts. Finally Viv's
fingers threaded through the shorts' fly and grasped his naked prick.
She pulled out the virile tool.

Cal raised his head from her breasts and stared at the stimulating sight
of Viv's hand wrapped around his cock, clutching it just below the
bulging head. She was smiling, as if she had never before gotten hold of
anything so good.

Cal pulled up her stretchy blouse, bunching it at her armpits. Her pale,
quivering breasts were cupped in a flimsy bra which didn't have to be
unfastened. It was only necessary for Cal to stretch it and pull it up,
as he had done with the blouse. Her pink-nippled titties bobbed naked
before his lustful eyes.

While Viv caressed his upthrust prick, playing it like a piccolo, Cal
eagerly grasped her tits. He squeezed the smooth, pliant mounds, forcing
her nipples high in the circles formed by his forefingers and thumbs. He
bent and swabbed his wet tongue across the little knots of erectile
flesh.

"God, we mustn't do this!" Viv exclaimed, but she still did nothing to
stop him. Rather she gripped his cock hard, daring him to try to take it
away.

Cal didn't think about the possibility that Pete might come looking for
them. Had he thought of it, he wouldn't have cared. His only wish was to
enjoy the sexy creature that lay beside him in the straw, and he didn't
want that enjoyment to stop until he had entered her to his balls and
worked himself to a frenzy.

After pulling long, delicious sucks at her titties, he twisted to look
at her lower region. Viv's white panties were stretched to near
transparency over the slight curve of her belly and the abrupt little
rise of her pubic mound. Curling auburn hairs showed through the sheer
undergarment above the seam of its crotchband. Narrow strips of golden
thigh gleamed between her stocking tops and the elasticized edges of her
light briefs.

Cal bent and kissed Viv's belly button, licking into the sworled
depression. She shivered responsively and tousled his thick yellow hair.

The blood was pounding in his veins, and his brain swam with excitement.
He nuzzled the front of Viv's silken pants, breathing in the clean,
sweet scent of her. His thick hand stroked her stockinged legs. Viv
lifted her knees and widened her thighs to let his hand slide down onto
the warm, smooth skin of her upper thigh.

Cal's blood-engorged prick quivered with excitement. Pre-coital fluid
was oozing out the hole at its tip. His balls, contracted at the base of
his shaft, were churning with a need which had accumulated for nearly a
week--ever since his last visit to the cat house in town.

He stroked the narrow strip of white nylon that passed between Viv's
legs, pressing her warm, plushy softness through the sleek fabric.

"Hurry!" she said. "If you're going to do it, please hurry "

Cal needed no further encouragement. He quickly pulled down Viv's
panties, lifting her slender legs into the air to take the dainty
undergarment off her feet. She spread her stocking-clad thighs wide
apart, and the impassioned cowboy gazed with delight at the luscious
display of ass and pussy nestled in the soft straw.

The silken, wispy hairs that tufted Viv's mound and bordered her
enticing slit were as delicately red as the hair on her head. The inner
lips of her pussy, exposed by the separation of her outer labia, were
lusciously pink. The smooth, meaty folds gleamed with sexual moisture.

Cal pressed his hand against her naked cunt and thrilled to its warm,
dewy softness. His middle finger wiggled into her split, gliding on an
oily film as it penetrated the mouth of her vagina.

"I want your cock!" Viv exclaimed, pulling at the rampant organ. "I know
it's wrong, but I can't help myself. Screw me, screw me, Cal! Come
on--stick it in me!"

"You're wonderful!" he whispered. "Man, how'd I get so lucky?"

Viv smiled up at him, but her eyes were tense with sexual urgency. Her
glistening lips were parted to facilitate her heavy breathing.

Cal knelt beside the luscious girl and pushed down his underwear and
jeans, his stiff prick pulling in through the fly of his briefs, then
bouncing out above the waistband of the retreating garment. The edges of
his blue work shirt framed his sexual potency.

He lost no time in scrambling atop Viv. She eagerly extended her arms
around him and raised her legs. Gripping his cock, he worked the end of
it into her slit. Pushing, he experienced a magnificent sensation as his
rock-hard cock glided smoothly up Viv's honeyed cunt. Her channel
gripped him snugly and warmly. She smiled up, her eyes alight with
passion. Her legs hooked around the backs of his thighs.

"Baby!" Cal exclaimed. He began to fuck her fiercely.

His shirttail flapped against his hairy, bobbing butt. He lowered his
chest against her titties, and the rough shirt fabric scratched Viv's
nipples. But if this gave her discomfort, she showed no sign of it. She
moaned pleasurably and gripped the hunching cowboy with her arms and
legs as his bulb-headed dong pumped up and down in her tight, silken
channel.

Neither Viv, .who was looking straight up, nor Cal, whose face was
buried in her sweet neck, saw a slender male figure round the corner of
the stable and stop, facing them. Pete stared at the erotic spectacle in
the straw and hated Cal for having cut him out with the obviously
hot-assed redhead.

First Danny got himself a cute little bride, then Cal caught the only
good-looking piece of tail that had ever wandered onto the ranch--and
he, Pete, was left with nothing. He figured it wasn't right.

For Cal the moment was right indeed. His eager prick plunged time and
again into the warm, slippery depths of Viv's pussy. He felt her
voluptuous sheath grind gently and bump up to meet him. Viv let out
little murmurs of delight as she clutched his back with her sharp nails
and skidded her stocking-clad legs against his flexing thighs.

When Cal reached the short strokes, her heels flailed his buttocks, and
she panted, "Uuh ... uuh ... ooh, wow ... Fuck me ... Fuck me ...
Ooooh!"

Viv's clutching vagina contracted spastically around Cal's thrusting
cock, and his overtaxed balls shot out their spurts of thick, warm
cream. He groaned with bliss as his pecker jerked in Viv's hot clutches
and his semen foamed in her belly.

Pete turned, quivering with frustration, his aroused prick forming a
hump in the front of his pants. Retreating around the, corner of the
stable, he made a silent vow to get what he needed from Millie that very
night. It would serve Danny right, he rationalized. The kid couldn't
take care of a hot young cunt like Millie, anyway. And as for her, if
she hadn't told anybody what had happened last night, she wasn't going
to tell at all.

She would be his for the taking, Pete believed. He only had to make the
move and let her know he meant business.

Tonight was the night.

Chapter 5

Millie lay in the dark, unable to sleep. She had been tossing and
turning for half an hour. Though she occupied a room which was just down
the hall from that of her handsome young husband, she had never felt so
lonely and forlorn. To make matters worse, she was tense with physical
frustration. She kept seeing images of Pete's rigid prick. She kept
feeling his hands upon her, and feeling Cal's hands, also. She recalled
the thrust of Cal's excited organ as it had strained against her belly
when he had embraced her.

The distraught eighteen-year-old blamed herself for entertaining such
thoughts, but she could no more turn them off than she could stop the
moon from shining or hush the breeze that whispered across the prairie.

What would Danny think of me if he knew I had let his brothers touch and
kiss me? she asked herself. And if he knew I was thinking about their
bodies?

The speculation brought more guilt. Millie loved her husband--now more
than ever, as she sympathized with his discomfort, lying in a lonely bed
with his leg in a cast. But she needed him in a tangible way, and she
couldn't have him--not for a month or more. Millie didn't know how she
would be able to stand it, or how she would be able to hold off Pete and
Cal for that length of time. Still, she would have to do so somehow, she
vowed. She would have to be true to Danny.

She stared at the moonlight flooding in through her open window. The
entire room was bathed in a soft glow. Every once in awhile a steer
would bawl from out on the prairie. From somewhere farther away, a
coyote bayed at the moon.

I'm not going to sleep at all tonight, Millie thought with alarm. This
is awful!

Her right hand slid under the single sheet that covered her and stole
down her body to her tense and smoldering loins. Through the gossamer
nylon of her honeymoon nightie, she touched her hairy mound.

No! she thought, jerking her hand away. That's nasty!

Millie heard a click. Her eyes popped wide open, and her startled gaze
swung to the door. It was opening.

Fear clutched Millie's throat. She sat up, the sheet falling to her
waist. She was about to scream.

Then it occurred to her that she probably hadn't closed the door
carefully enough and that the breeze was opening it. She threw back the
sheet, intending to climb out of bed and push the door shut.

No! Someone was there! Millie held her breath and didn't move.

"Don't yell," Pete said as he entered the room. Wearing a terrycloth
robe, he quietly closed the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Millie demanded in a harsh whisper. Her heart
was thudding, her throat tight.

Pete approached the bed and took off his robe. He was naked. His long
cock curved forward from his heavy balls. Millie stared at the shocking
exposure.

"Get ... out of here!" she demanded, finding it difficult to speak. Her
heart seemed to be trying to leap from her chest.

"Take it easy," Pete warned as he sat on the edge of her bed. "If you
make a fuss, I'll show Danny those pants I took off you the other night.
He'll figure you was leading me on, 'specially since you never told him
what happened."

"I think you're awful!" Millie exclaimed. She clutched the sheet around
her firm, quivering breasts.

"We'll see," Pete said laconically. He swung his legs onto the bed and
clapped a hand over Millie's mouth as he lay back, drawing her down
beside him.

She whimpered and writhed, pushing at the offensive intruder. But she
couldn't dislodge his hold. When she felt his prick thrusting urgently
against her, Millie's muscles turned to jelly. She moaned.

Pete lifted his hand and quickly slid his lips onto hers, filling her
mouth with his thick, hot tongue. She gurgled as his saliva dribbled
past her lips. His hand slid along the back of her thigh, pushing up her
nightgown. He clutched a plump, satiny cheek of her bottom.

The aroused man twisted slightly to permit his straining prick to snap
upward, and he sandwiched it between their bellies. His tongue stroked
and circled in Millie's mouth.

Her brain turned numb. She retained enough strength of purpose to
continue trying to push Pete away, but her efforts were foolishly
ineffectual. Millie felt as if she were being sucked into some terrible
whirlpool which was going to drag her down to destruction.

Pete pressed her onto her back and peeled her nightgown up to her
armpits. As he continued to grind his hot mouth against her, he covered
her breasts with his big hands and squeezed. Thrills coursed through
Millie, and her nipples firmed against Pete's palms. Moisture broke from
the glands of her pussy.

Pete finally released her mouth, and she gasped for breath. Now that she
was able to scream, she didn't want to. Her cries would bring Gus and
Cal rushing in; then Danny would find out. And if Pete were to show him
the panties he'd snatched from her, Millie knew she couldn't look her
husband honestly in the eye and say she hadn't responded.

These realizations flashed in Millie's mind within a span of less than a
second, while Pete rolled her breasts and dragged his penis against her
as he slid down her body, preparing to suck her tits.

She dreaded what was going to happen, but felt powerless to stop it. She
knew, deep inside, that she didn't want it to stop. As sinful as this
was, she wanted Pete to take her.

His hot, demanding mouth on the bristling crests of her titties sent the
frustration-plagued girl into an orbit of sensual delight. Pete's rough
hands, mauling her pliant tits as he sucked them, added to her
excitement. She was glad he was treating her so crudely. She felt she
didn't deserve tenderness, and she wanted none from him.

He moved farther down her body, letting her breasts bobble free. He
licked and sucked at her navel. Millie bit her lip to stifle the shriek
of mingled outrage and passion welling up in her. What was happening was
wicked, and she hated it, but it was wonderful too!

Not since her wedding night had the young woman been torn by such
conflicting emotions. Then the conflict had been between love and fear.
Now that Danny had put her fear out of the way, her only restraints were
her love for him and a sexual morality which fear had never given her
much opportunity to exercise. These were overcome by her newly awakened
sexual needs, which Danny was no longer able to service.

Forgive me, darling--oh, please forgive me! she silently implored her
bedridden husband as his brother lifted one of her lovely legs and slid
his tongue along the inner side of it, gliding up ... up ... up,
dangerously near the warmly throbbing organ between her thighs.

Danny had never kissed so close to her pussy. As Pete nibbled at the
smooth flesh of her inner thigh, licking and sucking, Millie gasped. His
hand touched the hairy lips of her snatch, pressing the lush softness.
He caressed up and down between her legs, wiggling her responsive cunt.

Millie tingled. She wanted to roll her hips against Pete's stroking
hand. She felt the honey dribbling warmly and thickly through the folds
of her vulva. She wished Pete would spread her legs wide apart.

No! she thought. This is horrible! I don't want him. I don't!

Millie twisted her neck and stared at Pete in the dim light as he
planted moist, gliding kisses on her belly and thighs. He continued to
stroke her hair-lined split, making her yearn for deeper contact.

She inwardly bolstered herself against what she chose to believe was
inevitable, telling herself that she wasn't going to enjoy it, even as
her flesh exulted under Pete's kisses and his caressing touch.

He leaned back and stared at her pussy. The outer lips, adorned by
golden curls, hid the succulent folds within. He bent, lifting her leg
over his head. With her thighs spread well apart, Pete pressed his
thumbs against the portals of her cunt.

Millie's wet, pink pussy was unfurled before his avid eyes. The smooth
coral flesh gleamed with the passionate glaze spread over it.

The aroused girl quaked as her cunt was kissed by the cool air and by
Pete's hot eyes at the same time. She couldn't help feeling humiliated,
because no man, even Danny, had looked at her this way before. But the
thrills which powered through her had reached an almost orgasmic pitch.

Oh God, do something! her need screamed at Pete, while her puritanical
morality continued to protest feebly, No ... no ... no!

The slim, dark-haired cowboy bent his head. Millie held her breath.

She thought, He isn't actually going to ...

"Oooooh!" she exhaled delightedly as Pete's eagerly sucking mouth
smacked into the wet, warm, slippery chasm of her cunt.

Millie heard him slurping and she felt his mad tongue flip and glide
along her honeyed folds, stropping the tip of her clitoris. She thrilled
as never before, even though what Pete was doing seemed filthy and
perverted.

He lifted her smooth, supple legs onto his shoulders and burrowed deeper
into her juicy, muck-scented twat. Since he was no longer holding her
labia apart, the slick, elastic folds clutched at his sucking lips and
poking, fluttering tongue. He breathed in the clean, hot, female
fragrance of her crotch. His blood pounded. His prick throbbed as it was
sandwiched upward between his squirming belly and the bed.

"Oh, my!" Millie exclaimed between gasps as Pete ate her ravenously. "No
... no ... oh, I can't stand it!"

She squirmed, twisting her flaming, wet pussy against Pete's mouth as
she tossed her head from side to side. Her blonde hair whipped across
the pale sheet. Her tits leaped and trembled.

Suddenly an orgasmic vibration shook her, and Millie felt a release of
tension. But as Pete kept sucking and licking at her convulsing cunt,
his lascivious tongue wiggling in the pudding of wet, warm flesh, her
release was cut short. Tension began to build anew.

"Oh ... unnh ... no... oh, darling!" Millie babbled, not thinking of
what she was saying or whom she was saying it to, feeling only the
wondrous thrills which were both good and bad, both desirable and
shocking.

Pete's tongue and lips skidded out of her vulva. He caught a mouthful of
outer lip, hair and all, sucking at the gloriously meaty morsel.

Mad with passion now, he rolled Millie onto her belly and buried his
face in the pillowed softness of her quivering, writhing ass. He kissed
and slurped at her anus, and as his tongue stroked wetly up and down
between her buttocks the springy mounds vibrated against his cheeks.

Millie moaned against her pillow and clutched the mattress, her
fingertips digging in. She had never before known such thrills. After
climaxing once, she was about to come again.

But Pete stopped kissing her ass before she could reach the second
pinnacle. He rolled her onto her back once more and sprawled atop her,
smearing his wet mouth across her bobbling breasts, snaking his tongue
around her throbbing nipples, pulling the pink projections into his
mouth.

Millie's hands caught in his long black hair and tousled it anxiously,
finding it straighter and coarser than Danny's.

Danny! she thought. Oh God, what am I doing? This is Danny's brother.
It's so wrong!

She jerked her hands away from Pete's bobbing, twisting head and
exclaimed, "No! Stop! Please stop it!"

Pete's lengthy, rigid cock was whacking against her thighs and belly as
he squirmed voluptuously, sucking her titties. Millie knew he would pay
no attention to her plea.

Pete's lustful, thin-lipped face loomed above her, and Millie held her
breath, anticipating his thrust. She wasn't concerned about her ability
to absorb him without pain. Her pussy had never felt so wet and open. It
was practically begging for his prick.

The massive head pushed against her slit, forcing the lips inward as it
penetrated the tight portal. Then, inch by cunt-stretching inch, Pete's
rod sank into her, slippery crevice.

The rigid, thick invasion caused the young bride's eyes to widen. Pete's
penis had looked larger than Danny's; now she knew it truly was. The
thing was huge! But there was no pain--only a very voluptuous sense of
fullness. Every nerve end in her vagina became delightfully titillated
as the great shaft pressed deeper and deeper into her belly.

Pete's eyes were hard and his lips cruelly quirked as he gazed down at
the impaled young woman. At last he had what he wanted, and it felt even
better than he had expected.

"How's that feel, huh?" he rasped softly. "You don't feel like fighting
now, do you?"

"It's ... it's awful!" she said, panting.

Pete gave a tense little laugh. He could tell by her eyes and the way
she was breathing hard that she liked the feel of his dick. She wasn't
moving a muscle, except within her cunt where the elastic encircling
membranes were making spastic little contractions.

He twisted more deeply into her, then withdrew a little, releasing
Millie's outer labia and allowing her hairs--which had been pulled in
with his thrust--to escape. He pushed once more, drawing another cry
from Millie as he forged deeper yet.

How much more of him is there? she wondered wildly. She kept her eyes
open wide. Her pink lips were parted in excitement.

Drinking in the sight of her passionate countenance, Pete twisted his
cock to the side, forcing her tightness to yield further. He withdrew
until the hard ridge of his glans was at the orifice of her channel,
then jammed it into her for a third time, straight and hard.

"Ooooh ... God!" Millie moaned and bit her lip. That thrust had hurt a
little; Pete was forging deeper than Danny had ever gone. His thick cock
crowding her internal organs, forcing them up.

Still she feared she didn't have all of him. She hadn't yet felt his
testicles against her anus.

Pete pulled and thrust again ... again ... again, grinding and pushing.
Tears clouded Millie's wide blue eyes. She kept biting her lip. As he
gave a final deepening twist to his bone-hard, penetrating tool, Millie
felt his coarse, contracted scrotum tickling her asshole.

He was all the way into her at last. Millie had never imagined that a
girl could be so stuffed by a man.

"Now fuck with me!" Pete grated as he continued to lean on straight arms
and gaze down at her shocked and thrilled countenance.

"Yes ... yes," Millie gasped, beyond the point of offering a pretense,
however much she had wanted to do so.

Pete withdrew his long, hard, slippery pecker until she felt the fat
head throbbing in the tight circle of her cuntal lips. Then he jammed
the wicked instrument all the way in once more.

"Umph!" Millie exclaimed.

He withdrew and jammed it into her again.

"Wow!"

Again.

"Man!"

Again.

"Unnh!"

"Fuck me, damn it!" Pete rasped.

"Yes ... yes ... oh, baby!"

Millie began to move against his quickening thrusts, finding it easy to
fall in with the copulative rhythm. Her buttocks bobbed against the
mattress. Her thighs rubbed silkily against Pete's pumping flanks. Her
soft little belly patted against his corded stomach as his extensive rod
stroked deeply into her again and again.

Millie stared up at the man whose cock was in her and marveled over the
fact that he wasn't Danny. Now that her channel had deepened and widened
to accommodate the size of his extra-long, thick tool, he felt almost
like Danny. If she were to close her eyes ...

She did so, and found it possible to imagine it was Danny who was
fucking her.

Yes... oh, yes! she thought, screwing up her face and giving herself
over completely to the passion that filled her.

She tossed her hips at Pete with unrestrained ardor, encompassing his
entire shaft on every plunge. His bulbous cockhead jammed against the
neck of her uterus as her wet cuntlips nibbled at the base of his stalk.
His big balls socked solidly into the dimple of her anus. With every
gliding, jarring stroke, Millie's excitement grew.

She began to babble: "Danny darling ... baby ... oh screw me, screw me!
That's so good! Oh, lover!"

"I ain't Danny!" came a guttural response. "I'm Pete! Call me Pete!"

Millie refused to hear. "Danny ... Danny ... fuck me, Danny! Oh, fuck
me!"

The young bride's hips began moving out of control--slamming rapidly
upward as her cunt gulped hungrily at Pete's long, stiff cock. She bowed
her back, lifting her head and shoulders; clinging to his neck. At last
all her pent-up tension was coming out. She was letting it all go.

Pete fucked her fiercely, driving his hot cock with slippery speed into
her rippling pussy. Millie writhed, screwing upward, panting and moaning
as she twisted her hips around the blissfully impaling prick.

The thrusting stopped and Pete's deeply embedded pecker jerked, the head
ballooning in the pit of Millie's vagina. Each burst of his hot semen,
splashing into the mouth of her womb, gave Millie an added shuddering
response. Her orgasm grew until finally the bed all but disintegrated
beneath her, and she felt as if she were floating on a cloud, utterly
free of all earthly bonds.

She felt Pete relax against her with a groan of deep satisfaction, but
even this didn't bring her back to reality. It wasn't until a minute or
so later, when the lanky cowboy withdrew his softened penis and rolled
off of her, that Millie opened her eyes and thought about where she was
and what she had done.

Sitting beside her, Pete grasped her chin and made her look at him. "You
ain't gonna tell nobody about this, understand? You liked it as much as
I did, and you're going to keep quiet."

She merely stared at him as the awful significance of what had happened
permeated her mind.

Pete got off the bed, picked up his robe, and wrapped it around him.

He stood in the dimness, staring down at the well-fucked young woman.
"Just keep quiet. Remember that, or it'll go bad for you as well as me."
He permitted himself a slight smile. "You're a damned good piece of ass.
I'll be coming to see you again."

After Pete had left the room, Millie lay unmoving in the silent
darkness, her nightgown still rumpled around her neck, her vagina soggy
with Pete's sperm.

It couldn't have happened! she argued mentally.

But she knew all too well that it had. Though her mind was in turmoil,
her body was perfectly relaxed. All tension had melted away.

Shutting her eyes and fighting against the guilt that overwhelmed her,
Millie pushed down her nightie and pulled the bedsheet up to her neck.
She forced herself not to think. In less than a minute, she fell asleep.

Chapter 6

It was a dream, Millie thought after awakening in the morning. I dreamed
the whole thing!

But the vividness of the memory made such a conclusion difficult to
accept. Slowly, trembling with dread over what she would find, Millie
reached underneath the sheet that covered her and glided her hand down
her body, across the ruffled hem of her nightgown and up into the hairy
cleft between her thighs.

Her pussy remained slightly puffed, the passage easy to enter. Slipping
two slender fingers inside, Millie fearfully felt around. She
encountered thick, gooey moisture.

No! she thought. Oh God, no!

Trembling harder, she spooned out a sample of the suspicious substance
and brought it up to where she could see it. One look confirmed that it
was semen.

She lay back, her brain swirling in sick anguish.

Why did I let him do it? she wondered desperately. You couldn't help
yourself, came an answer. He forced you.

But Millie knew this wasn't strictly true. She hadn't gone to Pete, and
she would never have done so, but she had let him come to her and take
her when she could have screamed or run away. Worse yet, she had enjoyed
herself tremendously. This part of her shocking recollection was the
most vivid of all.

How can I face Danny? she wondered. He'll probably be able to tell, just
to look at me, what I've done. I have no right to stay here, she
thought. I should put on my clothes and leave. But how? Someone would
have to drive me to town. Then what would I tell Mother? I have no
money, so I couldn't go anywhere else. Anyway, I still love Danny. I do!
I couldn't bear to lose him!

Millie rolled over, burying her face in the pillow, and began to cry.
She sobbed until her pillow was wet and she was weak from the
expenditure of emotion. Then she got out of bed, dabbed at her eyes, and
put on her robe.

Emotionally deflated, but still sick with shame, she went to the
bathroom.

After a long soak in the tub, she felt cleaner physically. Though her
guilt hadn't been washed away, she believed she had submerged it
sufficiently so that she could face Danny without giving away what she
had done.

Danny! she thought. He deserves someone better than me. I'm no good!

As soon as Millie had dressed and fixed her hair and makeup, she went to
Danny's room. Her young husband had spent a restless night, and he was
so full of complaints about his miserable condition that he hardly
looked at her. At first Millie felt relieved. Then she was hurt because
he wasn't taking an interest in her.

She felt like saying, I let your brother fuck me last night! But the
mere thought sent a new torrent of shame flooding through her, and she
turned away to hide her reddening cheeks.

When Millie finally went down to breakfast, she found that the rest of
the family had already eaten and gone out. She was glad of that. Rosa
brought her food, but she only picked at it.

She kept thinking about what she had done and wondering how she could
make up for it. One thing was certain: She would never, never let Pete
touch her again! She would claw his eyes out if need be, but she
wouldn't give in to him. The same applied to Cal, in case he were to try
anything.

Millie felt a little better after having reached this firm resolve. She
finished her coffee and returned upstairs to be with Danny.

If only he weren't in that awful cast! she thought, blaming it for all
her problems.

*     *     *

At the dinner table that night, Pete kept eyeing Millie. Each time she
caught him looking at her, she felt flustered and looked away. Her
cheeks were hot, and she knew she was blushing.

She glanced at Gus and found that he was also watching her. His leathery
face bore a funny inquisitive look. Millie felt very ill at ease.

Maybe Gus knows what happened, she thought. If he does, will he tell
Danny? Oh please, God, don't let him!

Cal was in his usual jovial mood, but he took no special interest in
Millie. He ate quickly, then announced that he was going into town.

"On a week night?" Gus inquired with a scowl.

"Why not?" his son answered, grinning. "I won't be out too late."

"You going to see that red-headed writer?" Pete asked casually, his eyes
on his plate.

"What's he talking about?" Gus asked Cal.

The husky young man looked uneasy and shuffled his feet. "It ain't
nothing, Pop. Pete's just shooting off his mouth. Well, I'll see you
later." He turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Gus said. "There's something I want to say while we're
all here together. I've already had a talk with Danny."

"What is it?" Cal asked, obviously anxious to be on his way.

Pete looked at his father but said nothing.

"Like I told you," Gus continued, "I couldn't get no place with Charley
Sturm yesterday. We're stuck with them Sky-high taxes. So while I was in
town I, uh, dropped over to see Trevor Reed."

"You didn't tell us that before," Cal said.

"I know." Gus looked down. "I wanted to give it some thinking first. But
I figure ... well, you boys have got a right to know."

The middle-aged man raised his eyes and looked at both his sons. "Reed
upped his offer for the ranch. He's willing to give us another ten
thousand. That's above market value and ... well, if you boys and Danny
decide you want to sell out, I'll go along with it."

Pete squinted. "But, Dad, this place has been your whole life."

"That's just the point. I ain't got a hell of a lot of working years
left, and it'd be wrong for me to insist on holding on here if you boys
want to take the profit from the sale. Like I've said before, I figure
each of you and Danny owns twenty percent of this place, for the work
you've done. I can take my forty percent of the sale money and buy me a
little spread I can handle by myself for as long as I feel like working,
then sell out and move to Florida or some place."

"Aw, Pop!" Cal said. "You're talking crazy!"

"Cal's right," Pete spoke up. "My future's on this ranch. We can pay the
taxes somehow. Next year we'll check the appraisal when it first comes
out and file a protest while there's still time."

Gus grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that. But remember," he added, his
expression turning grave again, "any time you boys decide among you that
you want to pull up stakes, I won't stand in your way."

"Sure, Pop," Cal replied. "Well, be seeing you." With a wave of his
hand, he took off.

Pete got up from the table. He glanced at Millie, then turned and walked
into the living room, taking out his cigarettes.

"Danny's pretty worried about all this," Millie told Gus. "He thinks
that Reed fellow might try something else to force you out."

"Long as my boys stand with me, we can face up to whatever Reed does,"
Gus said. He stood and gave her a smile. "Want to watch some TV?"

"Maybe later," Millie said as she stood. "I want to be with Danny for a
while."

As she turned to leave, Gus took hold of her arm. In a soft voice, close
to her ear, he asked, "Is everything all right, Millie? I mean, between
you and Danny and all?"

Color rose in her cheeks. "Of course. Why do you ask?"

"No special reason." The white-haired man was watching her closely. "You
just seemed kind of upset today. Pete or Cal ain't been giving you a bad
time, have they?"

"Why, uh, no."

"You sure?"

"Yes." Millie forced a smile.

Gus let go of her arm and watched thoughtfully as she left the room.
Then he took out his pipe and walked to the living room to join Pete.

*     *     *

That night Millie placed a chair under the knob of her bedroom door. She
lay awake in the darkness, wondering whether Pete would try to get in.
Though the chair furnished evidence of her wish not to see him, she
nevertheless felt an aroused tingle in her loins.

She kept thinking of the marvelous fucking he had given her on the
preceding night--how wicked and wrong, yet how pleasurable it had been.
Millie suffered a new onslaught of guilt.

If Pete came around, she didn't hear him during the hour or so that she
lay awake. Later she dreamed she was with a man.

In the morning, thinking back over it, she wasn't sure if her dream
lover had been Danny or someone else. The man's face had been
indistinct, as was his form except for his massively rigid penis which
had stood handsomely before her, then had burrowed deep into her belly.
The dream had ended before Millie could achieve a release.

After tending to Danny in the morning, the frustrated young bride
decided to go for a walk. With fall on the way, the weather had turned
cooler, though the sky was clear. It was a perfect day for hiking.

Wearing blue denim jeans and a clinging red and white top, Millie set
out walking along the trail which took off from the stable area, cutting
across the open rolling rangeland. Pete and Cal were working near the
stable. The younger man yelled a greeting while Pete merely looked
Millie's way and said nothing. She gave them a wave and went on.

After topping the second rise, Millie felt like taking a short rest.
Green grass bordered a meandering little stream which was lined by shade
trees. Millie walked over to the inviting spot and sat down on the
grass. The water gurgled pleasantly. Birds twittered in the branches
above her. The sunlight through the leaves cast a lacy filigree on the
ground.

She leaned back on her elbows and gazed at the blue sky above the
horizon. At that moment, the world seemed perfect. All Millie needed was
to have Danny beside her at that lovely spot.

I'd let him make love to me right here, the young bride thought
daringly: Right out in the open, under the beautiful sky, with the birds
to watch us.

The thought set Millie's loins to tingling again, and she decided she
had better continue her walk. She rose and brushed at the seat of her
snug jeans, causing her taut, plump buttocks to quiver.

As she turned back to the trail, she heard the sound of a horse's hooves
approaching. She tensed. Over the rise loomed Pete on horseback. He
pulled his trotting horse to a stop and swung off.

"What are you doing here?" Millie demanded, her expression turning
cross.

"You heard what Dad said last night," Pete replied with a slight smirk
as he moved up to her. "The ranch is twenty percent mine. So I guess I
have a right to ride across it."

"That isn't what I mean. I want to know why you followed me."

"Guess," Pete said. He suddenly pulled Millie into his arms.

Her full tits mashed against his manly chest, and he caught her
startled, open mouth with his. His tongue jammed between her lips as his
lips suctioned. Millie felt an immediate response that shocked and
shamed her.

The other night seemed to be happening all over again. But Millie had
promised herself that she wouldn't give in to Pete a second time. She
began to struggle fiercely, beating at the slender cowboy and writhing
in his embrace.

Finally Pete had to let her go. She backed up, breathing excitedly. Her
large breasts rose and fell beneath her light blouse.

"Who are you trying to kid?" Pete asked with a sneer.

"I don't want you!" Millie exclaimed. "I'm sick about what happened the
other night. Now if you don't ride away from here right now and leave me
alone, I'll tell your father."

"He's Danny's father, too."

"I don't care! If Danny finds out, it will be just that much worse for
you."

"No, baby. For you." Pete's eyes were hard and evil. "Remember, I've
still got those pants I took off you. How will you explain them?"

"Why, I ... I'll just say you attacked me ... and I couldn't stop you
from taking my panties off."

"And you think Danny will believe that? Unh-uh." Pete shook his head.
"He'll figure you cooperated. And he'll know I'm telling the truth when
I say you took me into your bed the next night."

"You're hateful!" Millie cried. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were
about to brim with tears.

"We're all alone out here," Pete said, taking a step toward her. Millie
backed up. "If you yell, nobody will hear. I won't have to work too hard
to take you, 'cause you remember how good it was the other night."

Millie kept backing up. When Pete made a lunge, she whirled away and
began running across the grass. Her heart was pounding in her throat.
She knew Pete was determined, and she feared she wouldn't be able to get
away from him.

As they dodged among the trees, Pete in close pursuit of her, Millie
lost her footing and tumbled to the ground. Pete was on top of her,
rolling her over on the soft grass and straddling her middle.

The desperate girl stared at him, her eyes wide with fright. Her body
throbbed with shameful desire.

"I don't want to tear your clothes," Pete said, his breath heavy. "Cause
after this is over, I know damned well you won't want to tell anybody."

"I will!" she insisted. "I'll tell everyone!"

"Then why didn't you tell 'em about the other night?"

"I should have! I was wrong. I won't make that mistake again."

"Let's see," Pete replied confidently.

He scooted slightly forward so that he could pin her arms to the ground
with his legs. She heaved and twisted beneath him, but it was no use.
She couldn't throw him off or slide free.

Gazing down at her, his eyes twinkling insolently, the rangy young man
proceeded to open the fly of his jeans. He reached inside, grasped his
thickened penis, and drew it out. The awful thing curved forward from
the gap in his pants.

"See what I've got for you?" Pete said. "I want you to kiss it and make
it stiff."

A terrible shock went through Millie. She hadn't imagined he would
demand anything like that.

"No!" she exclaimed, her eyes wild with panic.

"You'll like it, baby. It tastes just as good as Danny's."

"But I've never ..." She kept eyeing Pete's cock.

"You mean Danny never got you to suck his?" Pete chuckled. "That shows
what a dumb kid he is."

"Danny's fine and decent! He wouldn't expect me to do anything so
nasty!"

"I'll bet he's never sucked your pussy, either--like I did the other
night. Remember?" Pete's prick lifted as he talked. "You liked that. And
you'll like sucking my pecker, too."

"No!" Millie cried.

"You see?" Pete said, looking down. "It's gotten stiff all by itself,
just from me thinking about your soft, sweet lips around it. I'll bet
your pussy's dribbling."

"Oh, I hate you, I hate you!" Millie railed, writhing desperately. But
she could accomplish nothing. Pete remained firmly astride her, his
knees pinning her arms to the ground, his immense prick waving back and
forth just inches from her face.

The musky scent of his aroused penis drifted into Millie's nostrils, and
she feared she was going to be ill.

If he actually pushes that thing against my mouth, she thought, I'll
die!

Pete wiggled a little farther forward until his knees were planted next
to Millie's shoulders and the ankle portions of his boots were hooked
over her wrists. His massively erect penis soared directly above her
face. The young bride stared up at it and turned slightly cross-eyed.

"Now we're gonna see," Pete said huskily, "how you like the taste of
cock."

"Oh, no ... no!"

Paying no attention to Millie's moaning protests, Pete ringed his thumb
and index finger around the base of his manly stalk and tilted the organ
down until it rubbed across the tip of her upturned nose. She gained a
stronger burst of his fragrance. She also felt some moisture from his
organ.

Millie's stomach lurched. She tried not to breathe.

Pete waggled his stiff cock across her face, and Millie tossed her head
from side to side in a vain effort to avoid the shocking contact. His
spongy cockhead kept colliding with her cheeks, nose, and eyelids. She
held her eyes shut and her lips together. Sounds of anguish gurgled in
her throat.

Finally Pete gripped her head with one hand and pushed his prick firmly
against her nose with the other. He held her in that humiliating
position as she wailed in her throat. After a short while Millie had to
take a breath; she derived such a rich gust of cock smell that her brain
turned giddy.

Surprisingly, however, she no longer felt a desire to retch. The scent
of Pete's penis seemed less offensive now that she was getting used to
it.

He swiped the bloated, rubbery bulb against her lips, and Millie began
to whine anew. She tried to turn her head, but Pete's strong fingers
were laced through her blonde hair, holding her steady.

Positioning the end of his pecker at the center of her full, pink lips,
he twisted. Try as she would, Millie couldn't prevent her lips from
being pried apart. The tip of Pete's nasty penis got between them. But
she kept her jaws firmly closed, and he was unable to get between her
teeth.

Pleased for the moment with the gain he had made, the lustful cowboy
swabbed his cockhead along her teeth, caressing her lips in a way that
titillated Millie despite her intense humiliation. Waves of excitement
were coursing through the warm-blooded girl. She felt moisture dribbling
along her sexual folds.

"Okay, baby," Pete barked at last, "we've played long enough! Now you're
going to suck my cock."

"Nnnnnnn!" Millie said. That was the closest she could come to saying
"no" without opening her mouth.

But she knew that if Pete continued to force the issue, she would have
to open her mouth pretty soon. Then his big, nasty cock would be inside
it.

I'll bite him! she thought. But she immediately discarded that idea,
realizing that Pete would become so enraged that he might hurt her
severely. I'll get sick and vomit. Then that will make him stop, she
thought. That will turn him off and he might let me go altogether.

Millie's mental discussion had taken only a second or so. She spent
another second considering her tentative decision, while Pete continued
to rub his penis back and forth between her slack, moist lips. Her
labial nerve ends tingled. The urge to open her mouth grew stronger and
stronger.

Finally Millie gave in to it, and her jaws sprang apart. With a grunt,
Pete pushed his entire large, smooth glans into her mouth. The bulbous
mass depressed her tongue and skidded along the velvety track. She
gulped convulsively, which forced her lips and teeth to clamp around the
shaft of his organ.

The flavor of Pete's fat, juicy cock titillated her taste buds. Millie
was surprised that she didn't find the strange taste more repugnant than
she did. There was a slight saltiness to it, but no suggestion of
filth--except in what Pete's penis represented to the young woman's
mind.

He wiggled his stiff prick in her mouth while gazing down through
slitted eyes, enjoying her dismayed expression. As his organ pushed
toward the back of her tongue, Millie fought a gagging reflex. She had
forgotten that her purpose in letting Pete's cock into her mouth had
supposedly been to force her to vomit.

Millie couldn't keep from gulping repeatedly as the slippery, bulging
knob twisted in her mouth. Each time she did this, she accustomed
herself a little more to the taste--and to the idea of having a penis in
her mouth, which had been unthinkable a few minutes before.

Pete began to stroke his stiff pecker in and out of the soft, slippery
circle of her stretched lips. His glans glided forward and back on her
wet, slightly abrasive tongue.

Though tense and watery eyed, Millie was amazed that she was accepting
this degrading treatment without struggling or even giving a whimper.
She didn't find the act physically unpleasant.

Grinning, Pete pulled the spit-slick shaft out of her mouth. Millie
stared up at him and said nothing. Her lips remained slightly parted.
She was breathing heavily.

"Now lick it a little," Pete directed.

Without thinking, Millie stuck out her pink, slippery tongue. Pete
smacked his cockhead against it. Millie's tongue slowly began to circle
the bulging, dripping glans. She swallowed his juice along with her own
copious saliva.

She found that she had become very hot. The crotchband of her delicate
panties was plastered to her moist, throbbing labia. Her nipples were
painfully stiff in her bra.

Pete pushed his prick forward a little, and Millie pursed her lips
around the tip of it. She sucked of her own accord, no longer merely
responding to a spastic urge.

"That's the way, baby ..." Pete growled. "Nice, huh?"

Before Millie could answer--or perhaps react with aversion to her own
acceptance of the perverted act--Pete jammed his cockhead fully into her
mouth once more. Her brain whirled. She sucked deliriously.

"Okay, that's enough!" Pete said, and pulled his prick out of her mouth.

"Now how about a fucking?" Pete asked as he slid backward along Millie's
body, his hands mauling her tits through her blouse and bra.

She was panting.

"Say, 'Yes, Pete'," he insisted as he began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Yes ... yes ... oh, no!"

He chuckled, opened her blouse, and palmed the loaded cups of her
brassiere, rolling the firm, spongy breasts. He felt her nipples
standing up hard.

Pete backed up farther, opened the top of her denim jeans and pulled
them down. Underneath she wore pink bikini briefs, trimmed with white
lace. He pulled the jeans off her feet, taking her shoes also.

Millie kept staring at the monstrously virile organ, sticking out and
upward from the fly of his pants. Her thoughts were divided between
recollections of how his prick had felt and tasted in her mouth and her
anticipation of how it was going to feel when he jammed it up the
itching, passion-puffed crevice between her thighs. Far from wanting to
stop him now, Millie could hardly wait for the penetration to occur.

Pete drew her to a sitting position, unhooked her bra, and took it away.
Her luscious knockers stuck straight out, their erect pink tips tilted
slightly upward. The mounds were gloriously full, with hardly a hint of
sag. Pete brushed a hand roughly across them, shaking the wobbly globes
and sending a thrill coursing through Millie. She whined anxiously.

"You want it, don't you?" he challenged. "Here--take hold." He grasped
her hand and wrapped it around his thrusting cock.

"Oh God, it's so hard and huge!"

"Tell me you want it," he demanded.

"No ... no ..." She gripped his prick harder.

He grasped her tits and pressed them together. "Tell me you want to be
fucked!"

"No! Don't say that!"

"God damn!" Pete snarled, straddling her waist on his knees. His
thrusting cock bumped across her titties.

As Millie stared down, amazed and thrilled by what he was doing, Pete
caught his upthrust pecker between her satiny mounds. He pushed her
breasts together, enfolding his hot, throbbing shaft. Its bulging head
stuck up out of her valley and, as Pete began hunching, Millie watched
the rosy, mushroom-shaped prominence rise and fall as its stalk stroked
the inner walls of her breasts.

"Lick it as it comes up!" Pete ordered.

"No ..."

"Lick it!"

Millie bent her head, stuck out her tongue, and swiped at the upward
thrusting cockhead. After doing this several times, she let out a little
moan, bent farther, and captured the entire meaty glans in her mouth.

Pete fucked his cock up and down between her tits and into the rosy,
elastic circle of her lips.

"Now--tell me what you ...want!" he snarled, grasping her blonde hair
and pulling her head back.

She stared at his lean, hard face, her eyes misting as her scalp hurt
and her body throbbed.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Pete grinned evilly. "Where do you want my cock? Say it!"

"Inside me!" Millie panted. "In my ... belly! All the way in!"

"In what?"

"In me! In my ..."

Pete gave her hair another jerk.

"In my cunt!" Millie cried. "Oh shit, fuck my cunt!"

"With what? With what?"

"With your cock, you bastard," Millie howled. "Stick your cock in me! I
want your beautiful, big, sweet prick!"

"That's it, baby!" Pete exclaimed, letting go of her hair and pushing
her onto her back on the grass.

He backed up, gripped the thin elastic band at the top of her panties,
and quickly peeled the garment out from under her hips. He turned her
panties inside out as he hauled them up her tapering legs which Millie
lifted to assist him. Pete tossed her pants aside and pushed her thighs
wide apart.

The lips of Millie's pussy were so puffed with desire that they couldn't
remain closed. Pete gazed delightedly at her coral inner folds which
were running with viscous fluid. Her clit was sticking up.

Her little oval hole was palpitating.

Pete pushed down his pants and shorts, then scrambled between her
thighs, tilting his cock, to her opening. He rammed his stiff dick all
the way up her slippery channel, drawing a gasp from the thrilled young
woman. His fat cockhead stretched her tissues wide apart.

Supporting himself on straight arms, Pete stroked his immense tool in
and out of Millie's quivering, throbbing quim. Her intimate membranes
molded themselves to his ramming organ, seeming to suck it deeper and
deeper. His plunges bumped her womb. His heavy balls plopped against her
tingling asshole.

Wild with passion, Millie gripped Pete's arms just below the shoulders,
digging her fingernails in. She bowed her back upward and swung her head
from side to side as she hunched against him, panting and moaning.

Suddenly he stopped fucking her and pulled his pecker out. The wet-red
organ, rigidly upthrust and quivering with sexual power, swayed and
bobbed as he backed off the startled girl.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Put it back, you prick. Fuck me,
damn it!"

"Roll over," Pete snapped, pushing at her hip. "Get on your knees and
shoulders."

"Why?" she asked in anguish. But she did as he had directed.

Pete stared at her round upthrust ass, lusciously split into two perfect
cheeks with a deep alluring crevice between. Her tiny, puckered asshole
winked at him. Below it, surrounded by blonde fluffy hair, was the pink
elliptical slash of her vulva.

Grasping his cock, Pete moved forward and sank into her pussy from the
rear. He began to fuck her, slamming his straight, hard belly against
her buttocks.

Millie gasped in rhythm with his jarring thrusts. Her hot nipples
skidded in the grass. She felt deliciously humiliated positioned this
way, out in the open, her ass in the air and Pete ramming into her like
some beast. This, she believed, was the kind of treatment she deserved.

Millie's passion quickly surged toward release. Pete strove to achieve
his climax. Neither of them heard the dull clop-clop of approaching
hooves.

Cal topped the rise behind them just as Millie howled, "Oooh, I'm going
to get it! Fuck me, you bull! Oh, you stallion! Fuck me ... fuck me ...
fuck me!"

Pete drilled her upthrust ass like the passion-crazed animal he was. The
sounds of slapping flesh were loud on the clear prairie air. As Cal
stared at the shockingly abandoned sight, his prick stiffened against
the horn of his saddle. "I'll be a sonofabitch!" he muttered under his
breath.

Millie bawled as she climaxed. Her cuntal muscles gripped Pete's
thrusting cock as if they wanted to pull it off. He jerked and growled
fiercely as his balls gushed up their load of cream. Spurt after spurt
of his thick, hot fluid pumped into the convulsing girl.

With a happy moan, Pete fell forward atop her forcing her fully against
the grass.

Cal stopped his horse and dismounted. With his cock straining forward,
threatening to burst his snug jea