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.