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 jeans, he ambled toward the passion-locked lovers on the grass.