Curt Aldrich

Four-way bride

CHAPTER ONE

"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 TWO

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 THREE

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' 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 FOUR

"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 FIVE

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 SIX

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.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Well, now just look at this!" Cal said. He laughed as he pushed his battered Stetson toward the back of his head.

Pete whirled around, pulling his slightly softened penis from Millie's quaking hole. The dazed girl stared at Cal over her shoulder.

"Git out of here!" Pete snarled at his brother. He quickly stood and stuffed his wet, red penis into his briefs as he pulled his pants up.

Millie was able to collect herself sufficiently to turn onto her bottom. She clapped a hand in front of her blonde-tufted loins and extended an arm across her bobbling breasts. Cal grinned as his eager blue eyes caressed her. A hump remained at the front of his pants.

"I said git!" Pete demanded angrily as he approached Cal.

"Just cool down, brother," the huskier young man advised. "We're gonna have us a little talk."

Millie uncovered her breasts and scooted forward, titties shaking, to snatch her pink panties off the grass.

"Don't put them on!" Cal told her. "Let's all just take it easy."

"What have you got on your cruddy mind?" Pete asked.

Cal's eyes twinkled. "The same damned thing you had on yours – gettin' myself a piece of…"

"No!" she exclaimed, fumbling with her panties.

"I told you to leave those fuckin' pants alone!" Cal said, rushing over to her. He snatched the silky undergarment from her hands. He held her pants up and looked at them. "Man, they're sure wet!" He chortled as he ran a thick finger over the slippery, gleaming crotch, then lifted the panties to his nose and sniffed them. "Mmmm, they smell good!" Cal said. He balled the panties and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Millie don't have to mess around with you," said Pete.

Cal looked at him. "Oh, don't she?"

"Shit, no!"

"Well, I'd just give another thought to that if I was you, Pete old stud. I saw you two screwing, and if I don't get my piece I'll blab the whole thing to Danny."

"Oh, please don't!" Millie cried.

"Course, there is another way," Cal said, looking at Pete.

"What're you getting at?" his older brother asked, squinting.

Cal suddenly became subdued. "Well, I was gonna talk to you today, Pete. Looks like now's the best time for it. I, uh, changed my mind about staying here at the ranch. I'm for selling out."

Pete's eyes widened. "When did all this happen?"

"Just last night. I was with Viv, you know."

Millie wondered who Viv was, but didn't ask. She was sick with shame over having been caught with Pete, and she was trembling for fear Cal would make good his threat to tell Danny.

"What's that red-headed slut got to do with it?" Pete asked.

Cal's face darkened. "Watch the way you talk about her. Viv means something to me."

"Sure – a cheap piece of tail."

Cal balled a fist, then slowly relaxed. A grin crept over his fleshy face. "You ain't gonna rile me up – not now, not when I'm in the saddle."

"What are you talking about?" Pete snapped. "Make it plain."

"Okay – either you agree with me that we ought to sell the ranch, or I'll tell Danny about you and his bride."

Pete stared at his younger brother for several moments, then said, "Maybe you just better go ahead and tell him."

"Think good," Cal advised. "It'll bust the family wide open. Danny won't want to stay here after that. He'll agree to sell out, even if you won't. And it'll take only two of us to convince Pop. That's majority rule."

"Why do you want to sell all of a sudden?"

Cal shuffled his feet. "Viv and me are fixing to take off. We need some money to get us started."

"You want to give up your interest in the ranch just for a few weeks with that babe? Shit, she'll leave you as soon as the money runs out."

"She will not!" Cal declared vehemently. "She's… gonna be my wife."

"Cal, you don't even know her."

"I know all I need to know. Now, are you going to agree to sell or not?"

"Can't I… please get dressed?" Millie inquired plaintively. She was still sitting naked in the grass.

"Don't be in a hurry," Cal said, tossing her a grin. He returned his attention to Pete. "Well, what's it gonna be, brother?"

"Go ahead and make it with Millie," Pete said. "We can think over the other."

"Pete, what are you saying?" the surprised girl exclaimed.

"What's it matter to you – another piece more or less?" Pete retorted. "I've got important things at stake."

Cal glanced at the pretty girl who was trying to conceal her voluptuous charms as she cowered in the grass. He wet his thick lips, then turned away.

"Naw, I don't think I'd better." He looked at Pete again. "If I was to screw Millie, I wouldn't have no leverage on you."

He hesitated, and his face slowly brightened. "But hell, it don't make no difference, does it? If Danny finds out we both fucked his sweet bride, he'll be all the more anxious to get away from us. He'll want to sell out for sure."

Horror gripped Millie. The thought of having sex with her other brother-in-law, after she already had sinned with Pete, was bad enough, but the prospect that Danny would find out about both transgressions and perhaps never speak to her again was unbearable.

Millie struggled to her feet and began to run. Cal took off after her. Pete stood and watched, realizing that his best bet was to let his brother take Millie and hope her tight little cunt would get his mind off Viv. There was something funny about that redhead, anyway. She just didn't ring true.

Millie dodged through the trees, her white buttocks wiggling and quivering. Her titties bounced. As her thighs scissored together, Pete's sperm dribbled down between them, creating a slimy slickness.

Running fast, despite the lustful swelling in his pants, Cal gained on the desperate girl. Finally he grasped her around the middle and hauled her to the ground, falling atop her.

"Please… please!" she cried.

"What the… hell are you fussing about?" Cal panted as he rolled her over. "You put out… to Pete. What's wrong with me?"

"I hate you!" Millie exclaimed, grappling with him. Tears welled in her eyes. "I hate both of you!"

"Now just simmer down…"

Holding her firmly against the grass as he straddled her, Cal smeared his wet mouth onto hers. His tongue stuffed its way between her lips. His hand, between their bodies, clutched a pliant, full-mounded breast. Powerless to resist him, Millie felt her resolve melting just as it had done with Pete. She didn't want to give in; she simply couldn't help herself.

She hated the humiliating incursion of Cal's tongue, the sucking of his slobbery lips against hers. She hated his hand on her breast, squeezing and punishing the sensitive organ. But her nipple stiffened against his palm, and her pussy began to generate a fresh supply of love cream.

Cal didn't prolong the deep kiss. After only a short while, he slid backward on Millie's voluptuous young body and began paying oral attention to her tits, licking and tugging at her nipples as he batted the wobbly boobs about.

She didn't fight Cal, even though her arms were free. What was the use? Her own traitorous body was as much to blame for her degradation as Cal was.

Pete came strolling up. The lanky man stood with his hands thrust into the hip pockets of his jeans, his pelvis arched insolently forward, as he watched his younger, huskier brother wallowing in the creamy billows of Millie's chest. She stared up at Pete, her eyes wide and helpless. She breathed through parted lips.

"Get her to suck your dick," Pete told his brother. "She likes that."

She moaned softly.

Cal lifted his head. He stared at Pete. "She did that for you?"

"Hell, yes," Pete smirked proudly.

Millie had never hated anyone so intensely. Though Cal was on her at the moment, Pete was the man she most loathed.

"Damn, I'd really enjoy a blow job. Viv won't…" Cal caught himself before saying more, but the information was out.

"Millie will," Pete replied. "Won't you, honey?" He nudged her with the toe of his boot.

"No!" she exclaimed, eyes flashing defiantly. Now that the stimulation had momentarily stopped, her strength of purpose was returning.

"Show her your pecker," Pete advised his brother. "Once she gets a look at it, you won't be able to keep her from going down."

Millie shuddered with shame. But as Cal, grinning in lewd anticipation, began opening the front of his pants, her eyes were drawn to the widening gap. When he reached inside to take out his organ, she tensed. Her blood quickened.

Pete watched with amusement. When Cal's cock swung into view, stiffening to a firm erection, though smaller than Pete's had been, Millie felt a fluttery sensation.

"You don't have to sit on her," Pete said.

"Shit, she'll get up and run again," Cal replied, laughing as his naked cock stuck out.

"No, she won't. Will you, honey?" Pete gave Millie another poke with the toe of his heavy boot.

Her only answer was to whine. But she kept staring at Cal's prick.

"Get off her," Pete told his brother.

With obvious misgivings, Cal dismounted.

"Now lie on your back," Pete said.

"Aw, now wait a minute…"

Cal stretched out next to Millie, watching her all the while. Her sense of humiliation increased. Pete was trying to make her suck Cal's penis of her own accord, and she wanted to believe she wouldn't do it, but she didn't trust herself any more.

"Okay, go after him," Pete told her.

Millie stared at Cal's horn-like erection which angled backward toward his head. The thing was very stiff. Its bare rosy knob enticed her.

"Get on your hands and knees and bend over him," Pete instructed patiently.

It was obvious that he was enjoying the situation. So was Cal, who eyed Millie while he grinned hopefully, saying nothing. Her heart thudded harder.

Shame was like a blanket that smothered her, holding her down. Her sensuality struggled against it.

Suddenly she thought, Oh God, I don't care!

Lunging onto her knees, titties leaping then dropping to dangle over the prostrate man, Millie bowed her head. Her silken blonde hair tumbled over Cal's belly and thighs.

He tensed and his eyes grew hot as Millie grasped his cock and held it perpendicular to his body. He watched her pink mouth open.

"Ah… man!" Cal exclaimed, blood racing, as his cockhead was suddenly engulfed by Millie's warm mouth. Her tongue pressed against him. Her copiously flowing saliva bathed his glans.

She sucked ravenously on Cal's cock, thrilling to the raunchy taste and the uniquely pleasurable sensation of having the thrusting, bulbous projection in her mouth.

Millie even enjoyed the sense of degradation which the shocking act gave her, made all the more intense by the fact that Pete was watching.

I'm a pig! she thought. A hot young pig, and Pete and Cal know it. Poor Danny! Too bad he can't know it too!

She drove her encompassing mouth as far down Cal's upthrust cock as she possibly could, her wet lips sucking slickly around the bone-hard shaft. The head of his organ touched the opening of her throat, but she didn't gag. She wished she could take his prick all the way to her pussy by way of her mouth.

"Get your hand in his pants!" Pete exclaimed, his eyes twinkling fiendishly as he watched the lustful display. "Play with his balls."

Oh, yes! Millie thought. His balls! His beautiful big hairy balls!

She dug for Cal's testicles but was disappointed to find they had contracted into knobs that clung tightly to the base of his shaft. She caressed them avidly, however, enjoying the abrasive coarseness of his scrotum against her hand.

Cal derived an even greater thrill in reverse. He groaned and writhed, wondering how long he could hold out. Millie's lips were working near the base of his cock, gliding and rhythmically contracting against the film of her saliva which trickled down his stalk. His ballooning cockhead bobbled on the base of her tongue and into the tightness of her throat as she lapped against his shaft.

Millie suddenly disgorged the slippery organ. She let it stick straight up in front of her face as she licked anxiously up and down its sides. Cal's aroma flooded her nostrils.

Pete's passion was reborn as he watched the suddenly sex-crazed girl eat his brother's cock with abject abandon. She engulfed the glans again, pumped her head up and down several times, then let the stalk escape once more and resumed licking the red, gleaming glans as it waggled back and forth across her face.

Pete walked around behind her and eyed her twisting, shivering ass. He dropped to his knees, opened the top of his jeans and pushed them down, together with his briefs. His cock snapped forward to point menacingly at the kneeling girl.

The lush roundness of her white, quivering buttocks made Pete recall the thought he'd entertained when he'd watched her wriggling over the top rail of the corral the other day. He grinned fiendishly, then spit on his hand and rubbed the viscous fluid over the end of his prick.

Millie had resumed sucking Cal's cock, bobbing her head in long, looping strokes as she skidded his glans along the full length of her tongue, her stretched lips hungrily gobbling at his rigid shaft. Her ass waggled to and fro in front of Pete.

The lanky cowboy grasped her buttocks with both hands, spreading them wide apart to expose her small, puckered asshole. He poked the tip of his prick against the enticing indentation.

Millie felt the strange contact, but she was too immersed in the excitement of mouthing Cal's cock to think of anything else. She didn't even tense her anal muscles.

With a deft twisting thrust, Pete broke through the narrow aperture, opening her asshole wide as he drove his bulging glans into her rectum.

"Aaaaaagh!" Millie exclaimed around Cal's prick as she felt the painful penetration of her rear.

But the intense hurt eased immediately after it had begun, and she felt only a shocking fullness as Pete's stiff pecker sank into her squishy guts. Her asshole remained widely stretched around his shaft, but she had passed turds that big. Pete's immense glans was inside her where the constriction was not so intense.

Eyes watering, her entire body throbbing wildly, Millie went on sucking Cal's upthrust cock, pumping her mouth even more avidly on the thick stick. The husky cowboy was clenching his fists, desperately trying to hang on. His nuts churned feverishly as Millie caressed them.

Pete grunted with delight as he fucked his big dick in and out of his sister-in-law's twisting, hotly grabbing ass. Her sphincter was so tight around his shaft that he knew he wouldn't be able to last long.

Millie writhed between the two horny pricks – one in her mouth and the other up her asshole. The mingled sensations of hurt, degradation and wildly uninhibited passion were overwhelming in their combined force. She began to climax. Bucking and heaving, she took Cal's hot cock into her throat and fucked backward against Pete's brutally impaling rod. Her asshole spasmed around him.

Pete shot. As his semen burst searingly into her bowels, she bit down hard around the base of Cal's prick. He jerked and sprayed her throat with a thick gush of cum. Millie gurgled and gulped, desperately trying to keep pace with the ensuing spurts of his jism. But she couldn't swallow it all.

Some of the milky slime flooded out of her mouth and down Cal's twitching shaft. Pete was still quivering in Millie's rear, spilling the dregs from his sperm.

Her orgasm – the strangest, yet one of the most satisfying of her short sex life – sent undulations rolling through her from throat to tail. When the vibrations finally ceased, she felt emotionally drained, yet full of warm semen in two places where nature had never intended it to go.

Millie collapsed to the grass, letting Cal's softening penis flop free of her lips as Pete withdrew his stained tool from between her buttocks.

CHAPTER EIGHT

During the remainder of the day, Millie suffered a certain physical discomfort as a result of Pete's unnatural assault upon her. But this was insignificant compared to the guilt that pained her soul. It seemed monstrous that she had committed adultery with both of Danny's brothers at the same time, and in a perverted way – and even worse that she had enjoyed herself tremendously.

She had an urge to tell Danny everything and to beg his forgiveness. But she feared there was no chance that he would understand. Confession might ease her shame, but it would almost surely mean the destruction of her new marriage and the loss of Danny forever.

Millie didn't believe either Pete or Cal would tell Danny. Cal had been positively tender toward her after the affair on the prairie, as if he had forgotten his girl friend, Viv, and his previously announced desire to run away with her. As for Pete, he had good reason not to tell Danny what had happened, because he didn't want Danny and Cal to line up against him in favor of a sale.

As evening came on, Millie's driving urge was to make up to her young husband for the wrongs she had committed against him. That seemed the only way of relieving her sickening sense of guilt.

They spent the evening together, watching TV on a portable set which Danny's father had provided. When the network fare ended at eleven o'clock, Danny asked his young wife to turn off the set.

After doing so, she lay down beside him on the bed, snuggling close. Even with his leg and hip in a cast, Danny's nearness warmed Millie in a deeper and more meaningful way than Pete or Cal had been able to do. They had aroused and thrilled her, but she didn't have the slightest feeling of love toward either of them. Her love for Danny had increased as a result of the experiences she'd had with his brothers.

If only I didn't feel so guilty! Millie thought.

The young bride's need to overcome this painful emotion inspired her to be especially attentive toward Danny. She kissed and caressed him as they snuggled together. She thrilled as he toyed with her titties. She had removed her bra before coming to see him to make matters as easy for him as possible. After he had rolled her lusciously resilient mounds through her blouse, Millie unbuttoned the front of the garment and let her breasts spill out.

"Wow, this is what I want!" Danny huskily exclaimed as he palmed the wobbly, rounded flesh.

Millie's nipples bristled passionately against her husband's caressing hand. He plucked at the thrusting rosy tips, rolling them between his thumb and finger, then using them as little handles to shake her lovely boobs.

Millie was growing hot. She wished with all her heart that Danny was free to fuck her. If only they could have lived normally as man and wife, she would never have let another man touch her.

Danny's hand slid down her front, and Millie worked herself toward the head of the bed. This gave him easier access to her loins and permitted her to shove a bobbling, stiff-tipped titty into his month. As he licked and gently tugged on her firm, tingling nipple, his eager hand moved up underneath her dress. He petted her warm, soft pussy through the narrow band of sleek nylon that passed between her legs.

"Get inside my panties," Millie murmured. "Let me have your finger."

Danny hesitated, saying with an embarrassed laugh, "I don't know if I'd better get so excited. Remember, you told me you didn't much care for jacking me off."

A daring idea occurred to Millie. "Maybe there's… something else we can do tonight."

"Baby, if you're talking about fucking," he said, his lips brushing her tit, "there's just no way. You can't get on top of me with my leg hiked up in the air, and I sure as hell can't get on top of you."

"There's another way for us to have fun," Millie replied, her excitement increasing. "But get into my pants first. Finger me."

"Hey, you've gotten more broad-minded during the last couple of days," Danny said with a happy chuckle.

Millie writhed inwardly. "It's just that I miss you so, honey. I miss making love to you the way we did every night before you were hurt."

"Don't you think I miss it?" Danny replied, a husky edge to his voice, as he lifted the crotchband of her panties and touched his young wife's dewy, hair-lined slit. "This especially! Oh Christ, how I'd love to stick my dick into it!"

"I want your big dick!" Millie exclaimed in a tone that let him know she really meant it. To reinforce the point, she snaked a hand into his pajamas and grasped his stiff, warm rod.

"Oh, wow…" Danny said gratefully.

His middle finger wormed its way into her slippery snatch, and he went back to sucking her titty. Millie stroked his hard cock and tickled the bulging head with the tips of her fingers.

After a while Danny took his mouth from her tit and panted, "Oh God, I need to get my rocks off!"

Millie took a deep breath. Her brain was swirling giddily. Now that the moment to carry out her daring idea had arrived, she was concerned about Danny's response.

"Promise you won't be sore?" Millie asked. "I don't want you to think I'm awful."

"Baby, I'll love anything you want to do," he assured her. "Just do it!"

Millie sat up, tits wobbling tautly, and looked at his luscious prick as she drew the stiff rosy thing out of the folds of his pajamas.

"This is so wonderful!" she exclaimed, her voice husking up. "If I can't have it inside my body, I can at least…"

She bowed her head, breasts swooping, and to Danny's immense surprise engulfed his throbbing cockhead in her mouth.

"Aaaah!" he exclaimed, and a happy jolt went through him. "Oh, baby, I never thought you would… ooooh!"

She was licking and sucking at his bald, slippery glans with such obvious desire and relish that Danny had to steel himself against the wonderful thrills that resulted. He was about to shoot off.

Millie tingled with delight as she pumped her encircling lips across the ridge of his cockhead and ran her gliding, fluttering tongue all over the knob. Danny's prick was so much better than either Pete's or Cal's! It was the only cock she really wanted, and she found to her pleasure that she enjoyed it nearly as much this way as she would have if Danny had shoved it up her cunt.

The sensitive nerve ends on Millie's lips and tongue reveled in the marvelous excitement of encompassing and stroking her handsome husband's hard penis. She took more and more of the wondrous shaft into her mouth, letting his cockhead glide far back on her tongue as she lapped against his coronal ridge and sucked avidly at his thick, slippery stalk.

"Uuuh… uuuh!" Danny panted. "Oh, God damn! Oh, baby, you'd… better stop! I can't… take any more! I'm going to…"

Millie didn't stop. She sucked and licked his stiff dick even more passionately, mouth-fucking it with long, rapid strokes as her restless tongue tried to taste and caress every inch of the thrusting organ.

"Aaaah!" Danny exclaimed. His whole body went tense, and his eyes rolled back. "No! Oh, SHIT! It's… wonderful… aaarrrgh!"

His throbbing prick erupted in Millie's mouth, splashing his thick, warm semen over her tongue and into her throat. The thrilled girl gulped and sucked him even harder. She gurgled happily as his cum streamed down to her stomach. In the midst of his vigorous ejaculation, Millie came, her whole body blossoming with luscious warmth.

She continued to suck and lick Danny's cock until she was sure she had gotten all the tasty cream he could possibly give her. When his organ began growing soft in her mouth, Millie released it and raised her head. She ran her tongue over her lips, swallowed a final time, and smiled at her blissfully happy husband.

"I love you!" Danny exclaimed with deep feeling. His eyes warmly mirrored the emotion that filled him as he caressed Millie's long, silken hair.

"And I love you!" Millie replied with equal fervor. "Only, you! Forever!"

Danny drew her down beside him, and they kissed. The faint foreign taste on Millie's tongue gave him a strange added satisfaction. What she had done had proved her love for him more strongly than anything else possibly could have, Danny felt – and by kissing her immediately afterward he was demonstrating his appreciation and understanding.

The married lovers clung together, their lips moving warmly, their tongues in moist embrace. The rest of the world seemed so far away that it might as well not have existed.

CHAPTER NINE

After saying good night to her husband, Millie went to her own room and immediately to bed. With her guilt eased and her body pleasantly relaxed after her soft but satisfying climax with Danny, the young bride had no trouble falling asleep.

It seemed only minutes later, though actually it was about two hours, when she was jarred awake. Arms were around her, and a hard column was thrusting against her belly.

"Cal!" she exclaimed, staring directly into his face in the dimness. "Get out of here! You have no right…"

His thick lips sealed her mouth, preventing further protests. Millie's brain reeled as his aggressive tongue stirred her mouth while his hand palmed the shivery mounds of her bottom.

It's starting all over again! she thought with alarm. No, I can't let it!

But the old problem remained: if she were to resist, there would be a fuss and Danny would surely find out. Also there was the more subtle but equally troubling problem of her own sensual responses. Cal's kiss and touch were already stirring her up.

What's wrong with me? Millie wondered desperately. A man only has to touch me, and I'm ready to fuck or suck! That isn't normal. I must be a fiend!

But her self-remonstration didn't change the way she felt. The feeling grew stronger as Cal's lascivious kiss and impudent petting continued. Soon Millie's loins were on fire, and she had to have the only treatment that could extinguish the flames – a cock, properly applied, between her legs. After two consecutive orgasms without having her pussy pierced, the passionate young woman desperately needed to be fucked.

"Come on and stick it in me!" she panted as she broke away from Cal's kiss and grasped his horny prick.

"Suck it a little first… just a little," he begged, his labored breathing revealing an excitement at least as strong as hers.

"I want you to fuck me this time," Millie said, dropping all pretense of reluctance.

"I'll fuck you, don't worry! That's why I came here. But put your sweet lips around it, baby. Just for a second."

Millie slid toward the foot of the bed and tilted Cal's pecker. She bowed, her golden hair showering across his belly, then seized his meaty prickhead in her mouth. She nibbled on the rubbery glans, sucking and swallowing. She played with Cal's nuts.

"Baby… yeah!" He tousled her silken hair. "God, you do that good! Oh shit, I love it!"

Millie loved it, too. But she wanted to do more than suck him. She had to have his rod inside her.

After several slurping, gliding plunges of her encircling lips on his firm prick, she raised her head. She threw a leg across him and mounted up, aiming his sturdy lance into the aching hole amid her blonde pubes. She dropped until she was sitting on Cal's balls and his hard cock was sticking all the way up inside her.

"Jesus, you're tight!" he exclaimed. "What a pussy!"

"Shut up and fuck!" Millie demanded, realizing that she sounded like the worst kind of tramp, but not caring any more.

She began to twist her hips and bob up and down on Cal's upthrust prong. He joined the salacious rhythm, bumping into her snug, slippery sheath each time she lowered her crotch.

Millie and Danny had screwed this way a couple of times during their honeymoon, just for variety, but he had preferred to be on top. Millie rather liked to top-ride, because it let her control the pace of the copulation.

Cal gazed at her big tits bobbing in the moonlight, then grasped them and kneaded the full, firm mounds like baker's dough as Millie posted on the saddle of his loins. His thick cock voluptuously stretched the tissue of her pussy as it rammed up and down, in and out. When she rotated her channel around him, the stretching was even more luscious.

As the excitement mounted, Millie fell forward onto her arms, thereby bringing her hot clit into firmer contact with Cal's stroking shaft. She gasped and writhed, shaking her head and wobbling her large tits in his grasping, milking hands.

Neither of them noticed the opening of the door and the arrival of a third person in the room. Pete stared at the moonlit spectacle on the bed, and jealousy assailed him. Where did Cal get off, taking over his territory this way? He had let Cal have her on the prairie because it had been necessary, but that didn't mean he was going to give his younger brother free rein.

"What the hell's going on?" he barked, not realizing how stupid the question sounded.

Millie stopped screwing and stared at Pete, her mouth falling open.

"Aw shit, what're you horning in for?" Cal growled.

"You're the one who's horning in," Pete said angrily, "and I don't like it."

"Why don't you ask Millie how she feels about it?" Cal suggested, breathing hard. "I know how she feels. Her cunt is grabbing onto me like crazy!"

"Shut up, both of you!" Millie whispered urgently. "Do you want Danny to hear?"

As it happened, however, Danny wasn't the one they had to worry about. He was soundly asleep. The boys' father, plagued by insomnia because of his problems with the ranch, had heard footsteps in the hall for the second time within the span of a few minutes. The footsteps had moved in the same direction each time and therefore could not have been made by the same person leaving his room and returning. Gus concluded that both his elder sons were up and about.

He immediately thought about Millie. From the time she had arrived at the ranch, Gus had noticed both Pete and Cal eyeing her. And during the last couple of days she had seemed nervous, as if reluctant to look either him or his sons in the eye. When he had asked her if everything was all right, she had assured him it was, but he had been unconvinced. With Danny flat on his back, his beautiful young bride offered a powerful temptation to a couple of horny bucks like Pete and Cal. Gus understood, because his own loins had responded to Millie's plump, writhing ass and erect, quivering tits.

The old rancher got out of bed and put on his robe. Moving quietly, he left his room and walked down the hall to the room Millie was occupying. Standing close to the door, he listened.

"… don't you ask Millie how she feels about it?" Cal was saying. "I know how she feels. Her cunt is grabbing onto me like crazy!"

Gus stiffened, his leathery face turning red with rage. Cal obviously had gotten to Millie, and it sounded as if Pete was trying to horn in. Gus could hear Millie's voice, but it was pitched softly and he couldn't make out what she said.

Considering only that he should put a stop to the outrageous adultery, for Danny's sake, Gus opened the door and entered Millie's bedroom.

The eighteen-year-old blonde had resumed actively screwing Cal, even though Pete was standing next to the bed and staring at them. All three were oblivious to Gus' entry into the room.

The furious intensity of Millie's grinding atop Cal, her white back undulating in the moonlight and her buttocks bobbing up and down, struck Gus motionless. It was clear that Danny's bride wasn't being forced; she was the aggressor in the powerfully erotic scene. Gus felt heat surge into his loins. His old pecker, which rarely saw sexual action any more, stretched out against his bulky robe.

Pete also was hard with excitement as the young fuckers on the bed strove to a heaving, quivering finale. Millie's passionate wail mingled with Cal's lusty groan as he spurted his warm cream deep into her belly. They sighed in unison, and Millie fell motionless atop him.

When Gus finally found his voice, he barked in a rasping whisper, "Cal! Pete! Get outa here!"

Millie gasped. She rolled off Cal and desperately tried to cover herself with the bedclothes. But by that time Gus had seen all of her, including the hair-fringed, gaping hole where Cal's cock had been.

As Cal scrambled off the bed, sweeping his robe from a nearby chair, Pete faced his father defiantly.

"What's the idea of breaking in here?" the elder son demanded.

"Keep your voice down!" Gus snapped. "What's the idea of you being here in the first place?"

"That's Millie's business, not yours."

"Come on, Pete!" Cal urged, struggling into his robe. "For cripe's sake!"

Gus whirled on his younger son. "You're the worst! You bedded your brother's wife."

"Pete screwed her before I did," Cal hissed.

"Is that true?" Gus asked Millie. His eyes condemned her.

The thoroughly shamed young woman wished that she could die. "Yes… yes, it's true!" She buried her face in her hands.

Pete reluctantly – turned toward the door, following his embarrassed brother.

"Wait!" Gus whispered urgently. His sons faced him. "Not one word of this to Danny, understand? And both of you leave Millie alone from now on."

"Yeah, Pop," Cal said, eyes downcast.

Pete was silent. He left the room behind his brother.

Gus turned toward Millie who lay crumpled on the bed, sobbing gently. The bedclothes covered her bottom, but her white, graceful back gleamed enticingly in the moonlight.

Gus' erection had lapsed. However, he remained uncomfortably aroused. "Why'd you do it?" he asked tensely.

Millie raised her head and looked at him. "Oh, Gus, I'm so sorry! They were after me and… Oh, I miss Danny so!" Again she pressed her face against the bed and sobbed.

The middle-aged man felt compassion toward her. Danny had told him she was a virgin on their wedding night, which meant she had been a good girl until Pete and Cal had led her astray. It was a cruel twist of fate which had caused Danny to be injured right after instilling her with a need for sex.

Recalling how passionately she was screwing Cal, Gus wondered how he would be able to keep her away from his able-bodied sons until Danny recovered. If he didn't figure out a way, Gus felt, the family would be torn apart.

The solution suddenly occurred to him. At first he was unwilling to accept it, but common sense as well as the heat in his loins argued in its favor. Danny wouldn't be capable of understanding, Gus realized. But Danny wasn't going to find out, if he could help it.

Gus approached the bed and placed his hand gently against Millie's back. She stopped crying and looked up at him.

"Don't blame yourself," he said, his tone surprisingly tender. "I reckon you couldn't help giving in to Pete and Cal."

"Do you really mean that? Oh, Gus!" Grateful for his understanding, Millie wanted to throw herself into his arms. But she restrained the impulse just in time, realizing she was nude beneath the sheet which she held around her.

The white-haired man smiled at Millie in the dim light. There was warmth in his crinkly blue eyes. "I'm gonna help you stay away from Pete and Cal. You want to do that, don't you?"

"Yes!" Millie eagerly replied. "Danny's the only one I love."

Trembling with a carnal urge too long suppressed, the fifty-seven-year-old man took off his robe. Millie's eyes widened as she stared at his long, meaty penis and dangling balls.

"Gus! No! Oh, my God!" She scooted backward against the wall, clutching the bedsheet in front of her.

"Shhh!" Gus said. "Don't let Danny or the other boys hear. They wouldn't understand. But this is the only way."

Millie's brain swirled wildly, unable to come to grips with the shocking reality Gus was presenting. He was Danny's father. He couldn't be asking her to have sex with him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for her. Millie cringed. Gus took hold of the sheet which was her only concealment and began drawing it away. Millie continued to clutch the thin cover. But as she looked into her father-in-law's eyes and realized he was the only security she had, her fingers relaxed their hold. The sheet left her.

Gus gazed at her luscious young beauty – tits high and roundly tapering to rigid points, belly firm and gently rounded, hips full, blonde hair bristling wispily where her thighs and belly joined – and he was filled with a desire such as he hadn't known in years. His old cock stiffened and stood up from his lap, the bald knob suffused with rosy warmth, the brown stalk hard as in the days of his youth.

Millie stared at the evidence of her father-in-law's arousal, and she began to react as she had to every stiff prick she had seen at Stallion Ranch. She couldn't help herself.

Gradually she was making her adjustment to the inevitable. There didn't seem to be anything that could be done about it. If Gus, who was old and wise, could understand and accept her for the passionate creature that she was, why shouldn't she accept herself?

She threw her arms around the middle-aged man, her naked breasts squashing against his firm, hairy chest. He snuggled closer to her as they sat on the bed, and she felt his hard cock standing against her belly. His mouth captured hers, his firm lips sucking at her sweetness. His tongue thrust between her teeth to caress the silken sides of her mouth.

Millie was launched on another passionate ride. She clutched Gus' cock as if it were a lever to direct her giddy flight. The feel of her cool, delicate fingers encircling his manhood gave him a marvelous new thrill. He felt the virility which he had feared was slipping away from him permeate his entire body, giving him a warm, lusty glow.

He stopped kissing Millie and pressed her onto her back against the bed. He began to caress and kiss her lush body.

Gus had almost forgotten how teen-aged titties felt. But now the memories of his youth came flooding back to him as he wrapped his gnarled hands around as much of each boob as he could hold and squeezed tenderly. Millie's urgent pink nipples thrust even higher than before, and he brushed his lips across them, marveling at their fresh firmness. He drew Millie's nipples into his mouth and took long, voluptuous sucks at each of them as her hand stroked his horny shaft.

She was doing some marveling of her own. Somehow she hadn't believed that a man Gus' age could produce a hard-on which would rival that of her twenty-year-old bridegroom or his slightly older brothers. But the proof was in her hand, and she was enjoying it.

Gus moved down along her body, forcing her to relinquish her hold on his staff. He licked and sucked at the satiny skin around her navel, then dug his tongue into the dainty cup. Millie squirmed with delight, causing her tummy to quiver against his face.

He had a definite destination in mind. Though at least one of his sons had fucked Millie within the last few minutes and presumably he deposited his sperm in her sexual crevice, Gus felt he must taste and orally caress her pink-petaled flower of desire.

First his chin, then his lips invaded the tuft on her mound. Millie held her breath. Gus clutched her firm, smooth thighs from underneath and lifted them into the air, spreading them wide apart. Her glorious scent touched his nostrils as he bowed his grizzled head. Then his lips and lapping tongue invaded her moist, slippery softness, and he was in heaven.

Millie was very close to paradise herself as she thrilled to the gliding, fluttering, twisting explorations of her father-in-law's eager tongue between the passion-puffed labia of her cunt. He circled and lapped at the thrusting tip of her clitoris, causing her to moan with delight. Gus caught the little pea-like protrusion between his lips and sucked at it, making Millie's passion build.

She wanted to bob her hips but somehow was able to restrain the urge, fearing Gus would lose his luscious hold upon her if she moved. She panted and made little whimpering cries. Finally Gus skidded his tongue down her velvety, slick trough and into the flaring elliptical hole of her vagina.

Millie had to move now. Letting out a voluptuous groan, she pressed her wet, meaty cunt hard against Gus' loving face and rotated her hips, her buttocks wiggling above the mattress. His tongue plunged in and out of her palpitating, grabby hole, and the motions of her hips returned his passionate oral fucking.

"Oh, that's… wonderful!" she panted. "Wow! Oh, Daddy… Daddy… that's so… good!"

Though Millie's silken thighs were brushing warmly across his ears as he slurped at her tasty twat, Gus heard what she called him. He was thrilled all the more. Clutching the cheeks of her wriggling ass in both hands, the impassioned man fluttered his fucking tongue at rapid speed in her syrupy, sweet box, and she came.

A ball of fire seemed to burst in her belly, sending down a shower of fresh viscous fluid into Gus' wildly lapping tongue. The heat radiated through Millie's entire body. She moaned with bliss.

Old Gus guzzled down his daughter-in-law's creamy goodness, then sent his tongue scouring along the plush, hair-covered portals of her pussy, gleaning every drop which had splattered out. He licked her clit a final time, twisting his tongue around the sensitive little knob and pushing its fleshy sheath as far back as it would go.

Gus straightened on his knees. Millie lay in an utterly abandoned pose, panting.

"Fuck me… fuck me…" she breathed heatedly. "Stick it into me! I neeeed it!"

He was ready. His phallus stood so high and hard, so choked with blood, that it felt as if it might crack right off. But there was something else he wanted to do before he sank his shaft into the luscious girl.

Holding one of her lovely legs high in the air, he licked and sucked along its marvelously smooth, soft inner surface. Then he gave Millie a twist, and she flopped onto her stomach.

The passion-gripped girl feared that he intended to invade her tight rear hole as Pete had done. Hot as she was at that moment, she would have accepted the hurt in order to have the thrill of penetration. But it very quickly became apparent that Gus had no such brutal purpose. The sudden pressure of his whisker-bristling face against her soft, quivering buttocks told Millie that he only wanted to kiss her ass.

Pleased, she bowed her back and thrust her plump, firm fanny against her father-in-law's face, wriggling the wealth of springy softness against his leathery, stubbled cheeks. His wet tongue swabbed her palpitating asshole. Then his lips suctioned around the little puckered orifice and he kissed it lingeringly, drawing up a faint flavor which in other circumstances would have been offensive but which fed his mad passion at that delirious moment.

Finally Gus raised his head, smacking his lips over this latest treat. Millie rolled onto her back and reached for his lean, strong body.

"Fuck me!" she cried softly. "Oh, Daddy, you've got to fuck me now!"

Gus groaned as he settled himself between her uptilted, widely spread thighs. He grasped his cock and pointed its blunt, bloated head into the flaring mouth of her soft, wet pussy.

As the mature man's thrilling hardness invaded Millie's narrow, slippery quim, stretching the tunnel wide, she hooked her legs around his hairy thighs and wrapped her arms around his torso. Lying against her, his cock sunk into her belly to his balls, Gus felt a wave of bliss which was reminiscent of much younger days.

If he had thought about the matter, he couldn't have convinced himself at that moment that he was acting on Danny's behalf – to service Millie's needs so that Pete and Cal wouldn't get to her. But fortunately he was too excited to reflect on anything. The pleasure of the moment had him in its horny grip, and he wanted only to ride the wondrous surge of passion to its natural culmination within the sweet young girl on whom he lay.

He began to fuck her, moving his deeply sunk, rigid prick just an inch or so in each direction at first. But he bore perfectly against Millie's clit. This and the pumping agitation of his thick cockhead in the center of her belly gave her a combination of luscious sensations that proved wildly exciting.

Millie dug her fingernails into Gus' flesh and ground her sucking cunt around his hard shaft.

"Oh, Daddy… Daddy!" she cried. "I love it! Screw me! Fuck me all night long!"

Gus' answer was a groan against her ear. His wet tongue licked the delicate whorls, and he sucked her dainty, sweet-scented lobe.

Gradually the slow, stirring strokes of his deeply penetrating prick became longer and more avid. This enlarged the area of Millie's sensuous response, and she derived the added thrill of feeling her father-in-law's big balls bouncing against her asshole as their bellies slapped.

She hunched with him, in perfect tempo. Soon their hips were pumping wildly together as they both worked for the reward of passion.

Millie reached it first, her buttocks writhing and bumping above the bed as her cunt grasped spastically around Gus' bobbing cock. Her wet tissues sucked at his penetrating manhood as her muscles rippled up and down the length of his rod.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. Then, as the orgasm grew in force and warmth, she babbled, "Oh my God… wow! Daddy! Lover! Fucker! Oooooooh!"

"Aaaagggh!" Gus rasped, and slammed her buttocks hard against the mattress as he nailed her deep. His thick, bone-hard pecker spewed forth a rich flood of long-stored semen.

When the storm had finally ebbed and Gus dismounted from the thoroughly gratified young woman, he said, "Remember now, you can come to me whenever you need someone. I'll always take care of you, and Danny will never know. That's better than fooling around with Pete and Cal. Young bucks like them are dangerous."

"Yes… yes, I understand," Millie replied, wanting only to drop off to sleep.

After Gus had put on his robe and left the room, it took her less than a minute to slip into peaceful slumber. She didn't dream.

CHAPTER TEN

Millie awoke to the feel of a hard cock pumping in her vagina.

She blinked up at Cal's fleshy, smiling face. He was propped on straight arms, his light hair falling over his forehead as he rammed his sturdy dick in her palpitating pussy.

"You shouldn't… be here!" Millie panted. "You shit – wow! Oh, baby, that feels so…"

She was off again, writhing and bumping as her hot cunt milked at Cal's penetrating pecker. They came together, her wet pussy gobbling at the base of his shaft. Millie shook all over, and Cal ground his moist mouth onto one of her vibrating tits, licking and tugging at her nipple as he squirted the last drops from his balls.

"Baby, I'm crazy about you!" he breathed heatedly against her ear after their combined orgasm had finally tapered off.

"I thought… you were in love with Viv," Millie said, not really caring, but wondering at his sudden about-face.

"She's nothin' compared to you!" Cal said. "You're terrific, baby! I never was in such a hot, grabby cunt!"

Millie began pushing him away. "Don't say things like that! I'm married to Danny, and he's the man I love."

"But I can at least share you until he's up and around, can't I?" Cal asked earnestly as he looked down at her pretty face.

"No! You heard what your father said last night."

"Damn it, he don't need to know! I was real quiet coming in here."

"Cal!" Millie exclaimed, wanting to tell him his desire for her was hopeless, but not having the strength to do so after he had given her such a glorious release. Gus' solution hadn't worked out as he had thought it would.

Cal felt he had solved all his problems, at least for the next month or so. He got ready to drive into town, determined to tell Viv good-bye. He hadn't really wanted to give up his interest in the ranch, anyway, and now he didn't have to.

He even dared to hope that after Danny had recovered, he and his younger brother could somehow share Millie's favors. He had read a book about such things, and he didn't see why an arrangement like that wouldn't be possible for Danny, Millie and him.

He called on Viv at the small hotel in Kenyon where she was staying. The pretty redhead was surprised and apparently not too pleased when she opened the door of her room and saw Cal standing there.

"Honey, our date wasn't until tonight," she said with a frown.

Cal didn't smile. "Yeah. Well, that's what I came to talk about."

Viv backed up and let him into the room. She closed the door.

"I've been thinking things over," Cal began. "I'm afraid things ain't gonna work out for us."

Viv stood quietly, watching him and saying nothing.

"I like you a lot," Cal added. "But… well, I want to stay on at the ranch."

Viv moved forward and slid gracefully against him. He felt her firmly thrusting tits and the teasing curve of her belly.

"I know how it is to break away," she said gently. "But you're going to have to do it some time. And what we've got isn't going to happen again, for either one of us."

"Yeah, honey, but…"

Viv's moist, enticing lips brushed his, then caught hold, and her tongue slithered into his mouth. Though he had been with Millie just a few hours before, Cal responded.

He tried to push Viv away, but she was determined, wriggling her lithe, slender body against his bulky form. Her questing kiss warmed him to the tips of his toes.

"There now," Viv finally said as she backed up, smiling proudly. "You can't tell me good-bye after that, I'll bet."

Cal was surprised by her attitude. He had expected her to be all broken up by his announcement that they were through. She hadn't been. Still, she was working to hold onto him. The whole thing seemed cool and calculating, somehow.

"I… I still can't go away with you," Cal insisted.

Viv's blue-green eyes narrowed. The young cowboy thought for a moment that she was going to lash out at him angrily. He almost hoped she would. That would make it easier for him to turn around and leave.

But Viv did something that shocked and thrilled him. Dropping to her knees on the carpet, she immediately unzipped his fly.

"Hey, what're you…"

That was all Cal could say before the aggressive young woman drew his growing but still-supple penis out of his pants. She looked at the rosy head as she held the organ around its base, the knob hanging in mid-air. Then she bent and planted a moist, tingling kiss on the tip of his peter.

A thrill went through Cal, and his cock started to stiffen out. Viv smiled up at him.

"It likes that," she said. "How do you suppose it would like it if I…"

She capped her mouth over the ballooning head of the organ which now stood stiffly out from the front of Cal's jeans.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, and his hands lit in Viv's hair.

She sucked his cock with long, looping lunges, the glans skidding along her tongue and into the opening of her throat as her lips gobbled along the spit-slick shaft. Thrills rocketed upward in Cal's body, making his head light.

Suddenly Viv stopped sucking him and let his horny pecker snap upright. She rose to her feet, smiling foxily.

"Now why don't we get into bed and fuck?" the glamorous young woman suggested.

Cal had to struggle to adhere to his purpose. But his mind had been firmly made up, and he had the Hinshaw toughness.

"Naw," he said, shaking his head and backing up. "I've got to go." His cock wilted.

At this point he fully expected Viv to curse him. But her eyes merely glinted with new determination. She dropped to her knees in front of him again.

Scooping one hand into his clothes and bringing out his soft, hairy balls, she used the other to stuff nearly his entire penis into her mouth. Her wild tongue lashed the flaccid but meaty organ as she sucked urgently at its base, her nose rubbing against the coarse fabric of his jeans.

Cal released a voluptuous groan, and his cock became pipe-like once more, forcing Viv to back up. She tugged at his tensing nuts and rolled them as she licked and sucked at the knob of his penis.

Though he clung to his decision to tell Viv good-bye, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave her until she had brought him off. He began to rock on the balls of his feet, fucking his stiff dick in and out of the girl's pink, moist lips.

Viv tried to withdraw as before, thinking that now she could get him to agree to go to bed with her. But Cal clutched her curly head and held her in place. He kept stroking his iron-hard penis forward and back, in and out of her mouth.

Viv was dismayed. The last thing in the world that she wanted was to suck this dirty cowboy to a climax. But she seemed to have no choice. His big dick was sticking into her face, pumping like crazy, and he had such a firm grip on her head that she couldn't get away.

Her efforts to resist had stimulated Cal all the more, and he was only a few strokes away from a climax. Fucking Viv's mouth even faster, he strove for the beckoning prize. His balls swung, slapping the girl's chin as he rhythmically rammed his pecker into her throat.

Viv gagged and gurgled, desperately trying to keep from vomiting. Her eyes watered. Suddenly Cal gave a lusty groan, and the cream bubbled up from his balls to stream hotly down the tube of his cock. The thick slime splashed into Viv's throat.

Horrified, she tried to keep from swallowing the nasty stuff, but couldn't. One gulp went down. Cal, however, let go of her head in his excitement, and she was able to back up. She took his next spurt on her tongue. Closing her throat, Viv held the bland-tasting, musky semen in her mouth. Cal spurted again, filling her mouth even fuller of the stuff.

Finally she was able to back up sufficiently to dislodge Cal's prick. It swayed away, dripping the last of his charge. Semen drooled over Viv's pink lip and down her chin.

She struggled to her feet and rushed into the bathroom. Cal stood with a strangely bemused expression and listened to her spitting furiously into the john.

By the time she returned to the bedroom, his penis was restored to his pants and his fly was closed.

"That, uh, wasn't very nice," Viv scolded mildly. Then she forced a smile. "But I'll forgive you, darling… this time."

"Sorry, if you didn't like it," Cal said, turning toward the door. "I was trying to leave before, but you wouldn't let me."

"You mean, you're still going to walk out? After that?"

"I've got to," Cal said, opening the door. "Sorry to hurt your feelings, but…"

"Why you miserable creep!" Viv exclaimed.

At last Cal had drawn from her the explosive response which made him feel better about telling her good-bye. He grinned and stepped into the hall.

"Prick!" she screamed after him.

An elderly maiden lady, just entering the hotel's small, unattended lobby, stopped in horror. Cal tipped his hat as he edged around her and left the building. Viv slammed the door of her room.

"Well, I never!" the old maid exclaimed. She marched to, the hotel desk and began beating on the bell to summon the manager.

***

It was mid-afternoon at the ranch when Pete looked up from the work he was doing near the barn and caught a glint of sunlight off an approaching car. He recognized the sporty machine as that of Cal's girl friend.

Since his younger brother was out on the range rounding up some strays, Pete put down the harness he had been mending and ambled over to the open area next to the house where he waited to greet the visitor.

Viv brought her car to a stop and smiled at him. "You're just the man I want to see!" she cheerfully announced, swinging the car's door open.

Pete ogled her lovely legs as she brought them around. Again she was wearing a miniskirt that was so short it revealed a flash of panty crotch-pink today. Pete's penis stirred.

"How come you want to see me?" the lanky young man inquired. "I thought you and Cal was…"

"Cal's very immature, I'm afraid," Viv said. "I've always liked… older men, anyway." Her hands lit on the buttons of Pete's work shirt. She toyed with them while smiling up at him.

Considering that Cal had taken Viv away from him at the beginning, then had muscled in on Millie, the elder brother would have been happy to beat Cal's time, if it were a question of that. However, Viv's pitch was just a little too blatant.

He had been suspicious of her from the start, but he hadn't been able to figure out her game.

"Ain't you got enough facts yet for that story you're writing?" Pete inquired coolly.

Viv took her hands away from him. "Well, not quite." She looked around uneasily. "Where's Cal, anyway?"

"Out on the range. He won't be back till supper time."

Viv smiled. "Oh, that's good!" She took Pete's arm and turned him around. "Let's you and I walk over to that big old haystack next to the stable."

Pete went with her, though his mind churned with suspicious resentment. Where did she get off anyway, he wondered, wiggling her butt around there, first making a play for Cal and then for him? What did she think he was – some simple boob who would be so grateful for the chance to screw her that he wouldn't ask any questions?

When they reached the large pile of straw where Pete had watched her surrender to Cal the other day, she drew him down beside her.

"Now, isn't this nice?" she purred, practically flashing a sign that read Kiss me!

"You sure you're a writer?" Pete stuck a straw into his mouth.

Viv blinked. "Why, yes. I told you that the first day I was here."

"What kind of a story are you writing? Maybe I'll want to read it some time."

"Do you read much?" Viv asked, chuckling. Her eyes seemed to mock him.

"Quite a bit," Pete replied evenly. "The nights around a ranch are pretty dull."

"Your nights don't have to be dull from now I on," the red-haired girl said boldly, placing her hand on the warm, tightly packed crotch of Pete's jeans.

He sprang at her, pushing her onto her back in the straw. "What the hell's your problem, baby? Are your pants so damned hot you've got to throw yourself at every man you see?"

"Pete!" she exclaimed, breathing hard as she stared up at him in surprise. "What an awful thing to say!"

"That's how it looks to me. First you go after Cal and let him screw you fifteen minutes after you meet, and now you're onto me. Why us, baby? Ain't there any hot cocks in Reno?"

Viv was speechless. She decided she had underestimated Pete, and perhaps Cal, also.

The lanky man slowly released her and leaned back. "You're a damned good-looking babe and – don't get me wrong – I wouldn't mind playing with you. But the whole thing seems kind of funny."

"All right." Viv sat up. "Cal and I had a fight. I wanted to hurt him, and I thought the best way to do that would be to have an affair with you." She suddenly smiled. "But I like you, anyway. I did from the first. It was only after Cal mentioned that you had a girl friend that I even looked at him."

"What girl?"

"Millie, I think Cal said her name was. You remember him telling me."

"Millie's my kid brother's wife."

"Oh." Viv's pink lips pursed.

"That still don't answer the question of why a gal like you is so easy to make. Baby, you're no dog. If you was, maybe I could understand."

"Okay, forget it." Viv stood and brushed the straw off her. "You've made me feel cheap, and I don't care for that."

"Another thing," Pete said thoughtfully as he remained seated, sucking on the piece of straw. "Why was you so hot to take Cal away from here?"

"I'm not going to answer a lot of stupid questions."

Viv turned and started to leave. Pete leaped off the straw pile, caught her by an arm, and spun her around. She gasped and stared at him.

"Who sent you to see us?" Pete asked, getting a sudden brainstorm. "Was it Trevor Reed?"

"What if it was?" Viv snapped angrily. "It didn't work, so that's that. Now let go of me!"

Pete's studied calm ignited into anger. The cheap cunt had nearly torn his family apart, making Cal threaten to tell Danny about Millie and him, and forcing him to throw Millie into Cal's arms. He wasn't about to let her off easy.

"What's the connection between you and Reed?" Pete demanded. "Are you just some whore he hired?"

Viv's eyes blazed, and she swung her free arm, slapping him across the face.

Pete's anger turned to rage. He swept Viv off her feet, whirled around, and tossed her into the straw. She landed on her fanny, her lovely legs in the air. Her short skirt skidded to her lap, exposing strips of bare thigh between the tops of her hose and the elasticized edges of her pink nylon briefs.

Sputtering with indignation, Viv rolled over in an effort to get up. Her skirt wound around her middle, baring her bottom. The shapely cheeks quivered, the crack between them enticingly visible through the sheer nylon.

Before Viv could rise to her hands and knees, Pete landed beside her. His hand at the middle of her back held her down as he gazed at the inviting target of her lightly-covered ass.

The lean, hard-faced cowboy raised his hand and brought it down stingingly against Viv's bottom.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

Fired by the springy quiver of her asscheeks and by the sound which his hand had made when he had smacked them, Pete raised his hand and brought it down again – harder this time.

"Ow!" Viv bawled. "You dirty bastard!"

"How much did Reed pay you to break us down?" Pete snarled. "Was it worth this?"

He spanked her sleek, quivering panty seat again.

"He didn't pay me, God damn you! I'm a…"

Again his hand struck her bouncy bottom.

"Ah! Real estate broker."

"Just working for commission, huh?" Pete said. "Well, this is it!"

He spanked her a fifth time.

"Let me up! I'm sorry… I'm sorry!" Viv began to sob.

By this time Pete was so involved in the excitement of the spanking that he couldn't stop. He wanted to hurt Viv even more.

He grasped the elastic band at the top of her panties and stretched it back, causing the flimsy garment to skid out from under her tummy. Her white ass was bare. The satiny skin bore pink splotches where his hand had struck. Pete let the elastic snap against Viv's thighs just below the tops of her stockings, and he raised his hand above her once more.

As she writhed impotently in the soft straw, he spanked both bare buttocks, then just the left, then the right. The pink splotches turned an angry red.

The humiliated and painfully chastised young woman kicked and sobbed.

"What the shoot's goin' on?" Cal asked excitedly as he loped up.

Pete glared at him and continued to hold Viv down. "I didn't think you was coming back till night."

"The strays was easy to find. Man, what're you doing to Viv?"

"Oh, Cal, make him stop!" she pleaded tearfully. "He's killing me!"

Pete grinned lustfully as he looked at her rosy-streaked ass. "Ain't that a picture?"

Cal squatted in the straw. "What're you swatting her for?"

"Because she came out here slingin' her stuff at me after you and her broke up. And guess what I found out – she's working for Reed!"

"No bull?"

"She admitted it. She's a fuckin' real estate broker. If she could have got us to sell, she would've made a fat fee. Now she's just getting her ass burned, and she don't like it."

"Oh, please… please!" Viv moaned. Her buttocks quivered as she squirmed.

Cal grinned. "So she went after you, huh? Maybe she'd like to take on both of us… at once."

"You fiends!" Viv shrilled. "I'll have both of you arrested!"

"And have the whole story of what you and Reed was trying to do come out?" Pete asked. "Not likely."

"Come on, man," Cal said eagerly. "Let's jazz her!"

"No!" she cried.

"How do you want to do it?" Pete asked.

Cal pulled her bruised buttocks apart, exposing her pink little asshole and the red wisps surrounding the bottom of her cuntal slash. "Well, she's got two holes. That's just enough for two peckers, wouldn't you say?"

Viv was too shocked and terrified to make a sound.

"Your arithmetic's pretty good," said Pete. "Which hole do you want?"

"I'll take her pussy."

"That's fine with me," Pete replied. "I always kind of liked them old dirt roads."

Viv found her voice: "No! Oh God, no! Listen… I'll take on both of you, but one at a time. Okay?"

"Listen to how eager she is," Pete said, still pressing the small of her back.

"You think we ought to have pity on her?" Cal asked.

"She didn't have no pity on us."

"I'll take you both at once," Viv said quickly, sniffling back her tears. "I'll suck one of you while the other screws me."

"Hey, that sounds pretty good," said Cal.

Pete seemed to consider the proposition. Finally he said, "Okay, but I figger she ought to suck both of us."

"Yes… yes, I will!" Viv exclaimed. "Just let me up."

"First you've gotta take off all them clothes," Pete insisted.

"All right!" Viv said. "Anything."

"Be ready to grab her if she starts to run," Pete told his brother, releasing the pressure on her back.

Viv quickly rolled over and sat up. Her fancy hairdo had gotten mussed, and there was straw in it. Her tears had caused her eye makeup to run.

"Help her off with her blouse," Pete said.

As the girl sat helplessly in the straw, Pete took hold of her pullover at one side while Cal grasped it at the other. They whisked the garment up over her head.

Viv's titties were cuddled in a low cut pale pink brassiere. Cal reached around her and fumbled the fasteners open, then whipped the flimsy garment away. Her pale tits jiggled, their pink nipples sticking out.

"Let's take them pants off," Pete said, wrapping his hand around the soft crotch of the panties which were halfway down her thighs.

As he pulled the pants away, Cal bent and licked at a titty while squeezing the other in his big, rough hand.

Viv whimpered in degradation, but she didn't dare complain for fear the coarse cowboys would give her the shocking treatment they had first threatened.

"What have we got here?" Pete said, roughly pulling her stocking-clad legs apart. He dug a hand down between the bare tops of her thighs and rubbed her velvety, hair-covered cunt.

Viv squirmed in a vain effort to avoid the humiliating pawing.

"Well, are we gonna get us a blow job or not?" Cal asked as he raised his head from her breasts.

"I'm ready," Pete said.

Crouching at either side of Viv, the two men unlimbered their pricks. Wide-eyed, she glanced from one thrusting pecker to the other, both of which were aimed threateningly at her. It was easy to see that Pete held at least a two-inch advantage over his brother. Pete's rod was the longest Viv had ever seen.

He crawled closer, his stiff prick nodding. Cal followed suit, and the dismayed girl had both dongs poking at her face, so close that she could smell their aroused fragrance.

"Okay, baby," Pete said. "Start licking."

There was nothing Viv could do but obey. She stuck out her rosy little tongue and swiped it across the tip of Pete's dick. He clutched his rod at its base to hold it steady.

"Mine now," Cal said, holding his organ and leaning closer.

Viv closed her eyes as she licked his cock. But there was no way she could close her nostrils to the raunchy fumes that emanated from the spit-moistened, passion-hot peter.

"Back to me," Pete ordered.

The humiliated girl had to open her eyes to see where to lick. As her tongue glided over the crown of Pete's cock, he pushed forward. His fat glans shoved Viv's tongue back into her mouth and followed, plugging her face quite thoroughly.

Quivering at the brink of nausea, Viv sucked the meaty, juice-exuding glans. Suddenly Pete withdrew and pushed her face toward Cal, who immediately shoved his prick into her mouth. She was forced to turn back and forth, from one thrusting dick to the other, licking and sucking.

She didn't catch the signal which Pete gave his younger brother. When Cal flopped onto his back, his upthrust cock swaying like a flagpole in a hurricane, Viv took advantage of the opportunity to mount him and encase his penis in her silken, slippery box. That was one, at least, that she wouldn't have to suck any more.

Cal pulled the impaled young woman forward atop him, her titties compressing against his chest. He spread his legs well apart, to allow room for Pete to kneel between them.

The lanky cowboy dropped to position, his monstrously long, virile organ nodding. Its head still gleamed with the viscid glaze of Viv's saliva.

Pete eyed her lovely buttocks, split as she lay atop Cal, his shaft stretching the rosy orifice in her titian curls. Her cute little asshole winked from between the white mounds which still bore the pink splotches caused by Pete's spanking.

Taking a firm grip on his lengthily protruding prick, Pete wiggled forward and placed the tip of the tool against Viv's defenseless anus. As soon as she felt the contact, the frightened girl tried to squirm forward, but Cal's encircling arms held her securely. There was no way she could avoid Pete's twisting thrust.

Viv bawled as the fat, slippery head of his pecker painfully bulled its way through the sphincter of her ass and sank into her hot rear chamber.

"You're killing me!" she wailed.

Paying no attention to her anguished cries, Pete began fucking her virginal asshole, thrilling to the tightness of the elastic portal and to the compressed condition of her rectum, caused by the presence of Cal's thick shaft up her cunt.

As Pete screwed her rear, the other man stroked up and down in her pussy, jostling Viv and increasing the pain of Pete's unnatural penetration. The hapless young woman moaned and sobbed as the two pricks pumped inside her at the same time, rubbing each other through the thin membranes separating the chambers that they occupied.

Pete forged deeper and deeper into Viv's ass, grunting as her spasming tightness gave him an extremely voluptuous sensation. Cal similarly was enjoying his thrusts into her tighter-than-usual vagina.

"Oh, I can't stand it!" Viv cried as she writhed in a futile effort to escape from the dual impalement, especially Pete's searing incursion up her butt which seemed to have set her guts on fire.

But the brothers kept fucking her, bouncing her, jostling her – pounding their hard meat into her with ruthless abandon.

Viv's moans tapered off, and she began panting.

Pete could hardly believe it when he felt her ass push backward against his horny penetrations. She worked avidly forward and back, first pressing against him, then against Cal.

"Fuck me… fuck me!" she breathed, the words barely intelligible. Her cries quickly increased in volume until she was screaming, "Fuck me… screw me… rip me! God damn you motherfucking bastards… Bull me! Ram me! Tear… me… apart!"

Cal and Pete all but granted her insane wish as they fucked her cunt and asshole furiously, each ramming as the other withdrew for yet another plunge. Viv hunched forward and back between them, bawling and squealing. Her titties flopped wildly about. Her pussy rippled around Cal's slippery, hard incursions as her anal muscles gripped Pete's penetrating red-hot poker.

Finally she let out an air-splitting shriek and climaxed, spasming in both holes at once as she shook all over. Pete groaned and spurted his hot sperm into her guts as Cal let go in her vagina. The three lust-locked lovers rolled together in the straw, oblivious to everything but the mind-boggling thrills that coursed through them.

Later Viv pulled her clothes together and scurried back to her car, her hair wildly disheveled and her makeup streaked on her cheeks. The brothers sat in the straw and laughed.

"Do you reckon she'll sic the sheriff on us?" Cal asked as his laughter subsided.

"Shit, no!" said Pete. "She and Reed have got too much to hide. Anyway, she had the time of her life. She'll be thinking on this for years to come."

"Well, I'm glad I'm rid of her," Cal replied. "Now I can concentrate on taking care of Millie."

"You?" Pete snapped. "What the hell makes you figure you've got the inside track with her?"

"I was in her room this morning," the younger brother bragged.

"Yeah? Well, I'll be there tonight – and you'd best steer clear."

Cal growled, "Shit! I don't mind sharing her with Danny, cause he's her husband. But I don't see why the fuck I've got to share her with you, too."

"You figure you're big enough to do something about it?" Pete challenged, standing up.

Cal got up, stared at his older brother for a moment, then turned away. "Let's leave it up to Millie. I reckon she can decide for herself who she'd rather screw."

Pete was willing. Now that Millie had had a taste of his big dick, he felt confident that she wouldn't settle for less.

There would be trouble after Danny got up and about. But Pete would ford that stream when he came to it. If the final outcome were to split up the family and leave him with both the ranch and the girl, he could live with that. His main problem, Pete believed, would be to convince his old man not to sell out to Reed.

Maybe Millie could help, Pete conjectured. He had never heard of a father and son sharing the same woman, but he didn't see any reason why it couldn't be done. And his father wouldn't offer too much competition.

With this thought to stir his imagination, Pete went back to work.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Millie was a busy girl during the next few days, entertaining both of Danny's brothers and also his father. She concentrated her efforts on seeing that old Gus didn't find out she was still bedding Pete and Cal, while keeping it from the boys that she was taking care of their father and each other. Her ingenuity was taxed to the utmost.

But the rewards made it all worthwhile. Millie reveled in an almost constant sexual high – getting screwed on the range, in the haymow, and on the straw pile by day, and ending up in Gus' bed at night. She made it a rule that no one was to visit her room and enforced the ban by keeping a chair propped under her doorknob. This helped her keep each Hinshaw from finding out she was entertaining the others.

Millie also took care of Danny by hand and mouth, and in a spiritual way she found this the most enjoyable activity of all. Her love for her handsome young husband remained untouched by her other sensual experiences, and his appreciation of her new lack of sexual inhibitions gave her added pleasure. They were as happy together as his physical condition would permit.

However, this contentment was soon blasted by the arrival in the mail of a menacing notice from the local water district. In precise legal language, the Hinshaws were informed that the district's board of directors had voted to divert Coyote Creek, which flowed across the rear of Stallion Ranch.

"Hellfire, they can't do that!" Cal exclaimed when his father brought the matter up for discussion that evening. "We need that water for the back range. It'd cost us a fortune to pipe well-water back there for the stock."

"I reckon they can do it right enough," Gus said with a sigh. "They tell us here in the notice that they'll put in a ditch from the new creek for our use, but we've got to pay a big assessment for the construction cost."

Pete said, "It's that sonofabitch Reed again! With him owning most of the land in the county, he runs the water district, too."

Cal glanced from his brother to his father. "Ain't there nothing we can do about it?"

"I'll see a lawyer," Gus said without enthusiasm. "But the district's probably within their rights, long as they're willing to put in a ditch for us."

"This is going to bust us for sure," Cal declared. "That bastard Reed! He's going to get his fuckin' way after all."

"Watch your language, boy," Gus scolded. "Millie's here."

The young woman had been sitting quietly at the side of the room, listening to the conversation among Gus and his sons. Now that everyone was looking her way, she spoke up.

"This Reed doesn't sound human. He must be interested only in land and money."

"He's human enough," Cal said with a bitter laugh. "The talk is, he's quite a ladies' man."

"Really?" Millie responded. An idea was germinating in her mind.

"I reckon the time has come when we're gonna have to sell out," Gus said disconsolately. "Do you boys agree?"

"It sure looks that way," Cal said, figuring Millie would go with him.

Pete nodded and looked at Millie. He believed she would choose to leave with him.

"Gus, have you talked with Danny about it?" the young woman asked.

"Not yet. I was fixin' to do that later."

"Let me talk with him," she said. "I know he's had his heart set on staying here."

Millie left the living room and went upstairs to see her bedridden husband. His eyes lit up when she entered the room.

She sat next to his bed and held his hand. As she told him about the notice from the water district and related the tentative decision reached by his father and brothers, Danny's expression clouded.

"God damn it, I don't want to sell out!" he exclaimed angrily. "We hadn't ought to let Reed do that to us."

"You're right," Millie agreed. "But the question is, how can we stop him?"

"There ought to be a way."

"Maybe there is," Millie said thoughtfully.

"I wish I knew how." Danny was looking off into space.

***

"Cal, drive me into town, will you?" Millie asked the next morning when she and Cal were alone.

"What do you want to go to town for?"

"I haven't seen my mother since I moved out here. Also, I'd like to do some shopping. Maybe you could drive me in, then pick me up later?" She rubbed ingratiatingly against the husky youth.

He grinned, slipping his arms around her. "Baby, when you do that, I'm damned if I can tell you no."

Cal tried to kiss her, but Millie twisted away. "I'll hurry up and get ready. Can we leave in about half an hour?"

"I guess," he replied, a little disappointed that she hadn't let him go farther. But he figured he would get to her before the day was out.

Cal got out the family's pickup truck. After bathing and prettying herself up, Millie joined him.

As they rattled along the narrow paved road that crossed the lonely prairie, Cal suggested that they pull off and park for a while.

"Later," Millie said. "Maybe on the way home. I don't want to get all mussed up now."

Cal didn't press his desire at the moment.

Arriving in the small town of Kenyon, Millie asked Cal to drop her in front of Connelly's store, where she used to work. She said she wanted to see the people she knew, then would walk to her mother's house. Cal agreed to pick her up at the same spot at three o'clock.

Millie realized that what she had in mind was a long shot gamble. But she felt it was worth trying, for Danny's sake. Though Gus and his other sons were prepared to sell the ranch, Danny wanted to hold on – and what he wanted, she wanted also.

The Reed Land Company occupied the second floor of a store building on Main Street. As soon as Cal's pickup had turned the corner at the edge of town and was out of sight, Millie walked down the street and entered the doorway which opened on the flight of stairs that led to Reed's office.

At the top of the stairs there was a large room with filing cabinets, maps on the walls, and several people working at desks.

The middle-aged, female receptionist glanced up. Millie had seen her around town and had waited on her a few times at Connelly's, but they had never known each other by name.

"Hello, dear," the woman said. "What can I do for you?"

Millie tensed. "Is Mr. Reed in?"

"Well, he is, but… uh, did you have an appointment?"

"No. I believe he'll see me, though. Tell him it's Millie Hinshaw – Danny's wife."

"Oh. Sit down for a minute, will you, dear?"

Millie took a straight wooden chair opposite the woman's desk and waited, her heart thudding excitedly. Though she was no longer the naive, fearful girl she had been when she had married Danny three weeks ago, what she now had in mind was daring, even by the new liberal standards she had come to accept.

She had never met Trevor Reed, though she had seen him about town, driving his big, fancy car and coming out of the cattlemen's club. He was in his late thirties and quite handsome.

"You can go in, Mrs. Hinshaw," the receptionist said as she returned. She indicated the paneled door, marked Private, through which she had just exited. It stood ajar.

Millie got up, straightened her shoulders, and walked to Trevor Reed's private office. She pushed the door the rest of the way open, and hesitated.

Reed stood up behind his desk, and smiled. He was slender, dark-haired, and wore a small mustache. His Western-style jacket and shirt, with a string tie, had obviously come from an expensive style shop in Las Vegas or Reno.

"Come in, Mrs. Hinshaw," Reed said in a mellow voice that indicated refinement. "Close the door, if you will please. Sit down." Reed gestured toward a comfortable-looking leather chair beside his desk.

The nervous young woman felt his eyes taking inventory of her body as she walked to the chair and sat. Her moderately short skirt slid well above her knees, which were sheathed in sheer panty hose.

Reed leaned back in his chair, his brown eyes twinkling. "Now, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Millie took a deep breath. She didn't smile. "I wanted to meet the man who's been giving my husband and his family so much trouble."

"Oh?" Reed chuckled a bit uneasily. "Well, I'm not an ogre. I bear no ill will toward your husband's family, I assure you. On the contrary, I've made them a very generous offer for their ranch."

"But they don't want to sell."

"Did they appoint you as their agent to come and tell me that?" Reed's eyes continued to twinkle.

"No," Millie said. "This was my own idea."

The slender man leaned forward. "Your husband doesn't know about it?"

Millie shook her head.

Reed's gaze slid down to her breasts, caressed them through her close-fitting blouse, then dropped to the warm roundness of her hips and tapering thighs. Millie tingled under his frank examination.

"You're a very lovely young woman," Reed said. "How old are you, if I may ask?"

"Eighteen."

"You haven't been married to Dan Hinshaw long, have you?"

"A few weeks."

"And you came here without his knowledge?"

"Yes."

Reed looked at her closely. "Just exactly what did you have in mind?"

Millie's nervousness increased. Reed wasn't making things easy for her, but she could tell that he was interested.

She looked him right in the eyes. "I was hoping I could, uh, persuade you to quit trying to push us off Stallion Ranch."

The twinkle returned to Reed's eyes. His lips quivered. "And how do you propose to accomplish that?"

He's having fun with me! Millie thought. She quickly rose, her cheeks turning pink.

"Wait!" Reed said, gesturing impatiently. "Sit down."

Millie sat but glared at him.

"I'm sorry. It's just that… well, I could hardly believe you were saying what you seemed to be saying. You're very young and…"

"Too young for you, Mr. Reed?"

His tone lowered slightly as he said with feeling, "No. Not at all." He hesitated. "But are you sure your husband isn't outside waiting for the right moment to…"

"Danny's lying at home with a broken hip. His brothers and father are working on the ranch. They don't know I'm here."

Reed's expression became very serious and he straightened in his chair. "All right, let's be frank. Are you offering to go to bed with me?"

Millie blushed, but kept looking directly at him. "If that will do any good."

Reed laughed.

The young woman felt so humiliated that she wanted to slap his face.

"Forgive me," he said, his laughter subsiding, "but that was a pretty juvenile idea, as befits your age. I have women friends, Mrs. Hinshaw. Uh… Millie, is it?"

She hated him, but decided to persist. The way he was looking at her didn't agree with what he had said. Although he had laughed at her, she still believed he was interested.

"I want you to give up your idea to cut off the creek on our ranch," Millie said, struggling to keep her voice firm. "And I want you to get our taxes cut down, the way they were."

"And in return for all that?" Reed idly fondled a bone-handled letter opener.

"You know."

"I want you to say it."

Millie hesitated, the tension building. Finally she blurted, "I'll let you fuck me."

The statement, though uttered softly, crackled in the charged air.

Reed's eyes widened a bit, then he smiled and the twinkle returned. "Not interested."

"Why, you…" Millie was so furious, she didn't know what to say.

"I'm not interested," Reed calmly continued, "because nobody lets me do anything. I do what I want to do. And if I want to go to bed with a woman, she responds because she wants to – or else I leave her alone. Do you understand?"

Millie didn't speak. But she remained seated, looking directly at him.

His eyes slid over her once more. "You're very attractive. And yes, I would like to… fuck you, as you uninhibitedly put it. I admire your frankness, too. The only thing is, I don't make deals when it comes to sex."

"Do you expect me to go to bed with you," Millie flared, "when you're trying to take my husband's ranch away?"

"Mmmm. I can see how that might make it difficult for you to respond."

Millie warmed to her purpose. "I'd like to be able to respond to you," she said, half-meaning it because he was a handsome and attractive man.

"Would you really?"

"Yes." Millie felt a gentle glow in her cheeks. Her nerves were very alive.

"Show me," Reed said.

She quivered. The critical moment had arrived, and Millie still wasn't sure where she stood with the man. He might only be mocking her. On the other hand, she might be able to persuade him, provided she worked very hard at it.

She stood.

Reed tensed visibly. His voice was slightly husky as he said, "Come closer."

Millie moved up beside his chair. He swiveled to face her. Electric impulses raced along her taut nerves.

Looking her in the eyes, Reed curled his hands around the backs of her knees and began slowly gliding them up her sleekly stockinged thighs. Millie's inner trembling increased. She turned slightly weak.

Reed could tell by the way her eyes were changing that he was getting to her. She wasn't the cynical chippy she had seemed a few moments ago.

His hands reached the tops of her full, firm thighs. Her skirt was bunched on his arms, exposing most of her lovely legs to his avid inspection.

Reed's penis stirred in his pants.

As he raised his hands a little farther underneath Millie's skirt and wrapped them around the firmly bulging cheeks of her bottom, his cock stiffened out. He squeezed and rolled her plump buttocks, which were sheathed in pantyhose over light briefs.

Millie was becoming as aroused as he was. But she didn't lose sight of the fact that her purpose was to persuade him. Everything had to be for his pleasure – whatever he wanted.

As Reed fondled her pliant ass, the young bride unfastened her blouse and took it off. Reed's eyes were on her tits, which overfilled her snug bra, the creamy flesh bulging above the rims of the cups. Millie reached behind her and unhooked her bra clasp. The cups surged forward. She took the limp harness away, letting her titties stand firm and full, their stiff pink nipples canted upward.

"My God!" Reed exclaimed. He pulled her against him, his fingertips pressing her nylon briefs into the crack of her ass as his warm palms compressed the resilient mounds.

Millie bent slightly, shoving a titty against Reed's mouth.

He sucked at her luscious nipple, his tongue stroking the firm rubbery projection as his lips skidded moistly against the rim of her aureole. Millie's pussy began to dribble. Her head grew light.

Reed switched to her other titty, letting the sucked one bob quiveringly away. Millie shoved her dry nipple between his lips, and he quickly moistened it, making it tingle in rigid arousal. Reed's mustache tickled her breast as he sucked her nipple deep. The hot bud throbbed against his lapping tongue.

Giving a twist, Millie jerked her tit from his mouth. She dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor. Thrilled, Reed swung his thighs wide apart so that the uninhibited girl could move closer.

Millie did so, her brain turning giddy with excitement. It wasn't only sex that was stimulating her; she felt also that she was accomplishing her purpose. Reed was obviously eager for her to continue.

Her hands lit in his lap, feeling the hardness of his sex through his clothes. She quickly unzipped his fly. Reed breathed hard as he watched her delicate, girlish hand glide through the fly of his trousers to enter his shorts to grasp the bent shaft pressing against the knit fabric.

Millie grasped his cock and swung the horny thing into view. Reed had a foreskin which covered the head of his dong, except for the moist pink crest which peeped out through the hood's ruffled lip.

Millie had never seen a prick that looked just like that. As she hesitated, Reed clutched the upthrust shaft and retracted its velvety cover. The pale-pink head of his penis bulged in manly splendor. Its heated scent rose to Millie's nostrils.

Reed waited.

The girl gazed at his prick, which now looked like the others she had known, except that its pink skin appeared more tender. She bowed, parting her moist lips, and captured the meaty glans in her mouth.

"Ah!" Reed exclaimed, tousling her yellow hair.

His hands massaged Millie's scalp as she began to suck his cock, her head rhythmically plunging and rising as the encircling band of her lips skidded up and down across the firm, sensitive ridge of his corona. She drew in his male flavor and breathed his aroused scent. Her pussy salivated more, wetting the crotch of her briefs and plastering the delicate nylon against her humid cuntlips.

Millie writhed, her mouth screwing fervently up and down his shaft as she warmed to her work. Panting with excitement, Reed tousled her lovely hair.

Finally Millie held just his glans within her mouth. She bathed the bulging knob in her slippery saliva as her lips rhythmically contracted behind its rim. He felt the firm edges of her teeth. Her abrasive tongue swabbed the super-sensitive tip of his peter.

She lifted her head. She was breathing as hard as he, and her eyes wore a passionate glaze.

"Did I show you?" she asked, her voice tense and husky.

"Yes!"

"Do you want me to go on?"

"Oh, God! PLEASE!"

"Will you give the Hinshaws a break?" Millie asked, speaking rapidly, with obvious excitement. "I can't really feel anything for you if you won't."

Reed hated to bargain on this basis. But he hadn't been with anyone so hot in years. And Stallion Ranch was only a chunk of land, after all. He could prosper without it. His efforts to take it over were more of a game than a matter of necessity. It was in such ways that he kept himself amused.

But there was more amusement – more real pleasure – to be had right then in that room than in his game with the Hinshaws.

"Go on!" he rasped at Millie.

She hesitated. Reed hadn't committed himself, and she felt she should insist on a commitment. But his large cock, standing strong and straight, enticed her.

Millie bowed and waggled her pink little tongue back and forth across the head of Reed's prick.

"Good…" he said as a blissful tremor passed through him. His cock twitched.

Millie began kissing just the tip of it, encircling the moist crest with her soft, sucking lips. Her tongue beat a tattoo against the tip of his organ as she drew in his stimulating flavor.

She lunged, taking the entire glans and part of the shaft into her mouth. Her tongue stirred against the bone-hard, quivering column as she sucked. She suddenly let the pecker escape. The thing swayed and twitched in quivering stiffness.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Reed. "You're driving me crazy!"

Millie knew this was the moment to renew her demand that Reed leave her family alone. But she was beyond the point of bargaining.

She feverishly licked up and down Reed's fat, rosy shaft, causing the upthrust column to rub back and forth across her nose and cheeks. When her mouth reached the very bottom of his shaft, Millie was frustrated by the presence of his clothes. She dug into Reed's pants and shorts, grasped his nuts, and wrenched them into the open.

The impassioned girl rolled the contracted, coarse-textured scrotum in her hand as she alternately sucked and licked Reed's glans. Finally she capped her mouth over the head of it once more and sucked wildly on the bulging meaty knob as her wet lips worked slurpingly behind the ridge of the glans.

Reed groaned, arching upward in his chair, and his cockhead skidded to the back of Millie's tongue. She felt a strong tremor shake him, and suddenly her mouth was filled with his spurting cream. The slimy fluid slid down her throat as she gulped, and some washed forward along her hotly lapping tongue to ooze out around her lips and dribble down her chin. With her head spinning madly, Millie continued to suck the ejaculating male until his balls were depleted and his dong began to wilt.

Millie let the organ flop away and wiped her chin with two fingers. She stuck the fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.

"My God!" Reed groaned, breathing deeply. "It's never been… so good!"

"Take your clothes off," Millie panted. "Lie down on the floor with me."

"I don't know… if I can go again."

"You can," Millie insisted, tugging at him.

Reed slid out of his chair and lay on the floor. Bending over him, titties shaking, Millie helped him off with his shoes, trousers and shorts, then his jacket, tie, and shirt. She left his socks on.

She quickly skinned out of her skirt, pantyhose, and briefs.

They rolled together on the carpet, Millie finally straddling him and feeding him her dangling tits. Reed sucked and licked at the elongated pink points of her bobbling boobs. She backed up and kissed her way from his neck to his nipples, then to his belly button, which she licked and sucked.

Millie rubbed her satiny, firm-soft breasts back and forth across his flopping penis. She caught his flaccid but sizable organ between the mounds and caressed it by rubbing her titties up and down along its sides.

Reed was breathing hard and turning his head to and fro.

Millie burned with the need to screw him. Not only was she unable to bargain, she had forgotten for the moment that there was a bargain to be made. Her only purpose was to get the man ready to fuck.

She backed farther and fervently licked his meaty cock. She held it up and attacked his scrotum, which was now velvety soft and elongated. She licked the hairy sac all over, then seized a bulging nut in her mouth and sucked it.

"Ah!" Reed exclaimed, bucking upward against her face.

Millie sucked his other ball, then nuzzled beneath them. She pushed his legs wide apart and licked deeper into his crotch. Her moist, passionate tongue swabbed the crinkled dimple of his anus, giving her a new burst of flavor. Millie pursed her soft lips around the man's asshole and sucked, battering at his rectal gate with her tongue-tip.

His cock strengthened, waving to and fro, half-hard. When Millie's wet tongue twisted through the ring of his anus and slithered up his ass, Reed's prick assumed bolt stiffness.

"God damn!" he cried. "Fuck me, you wild bitch! Fuck me!"

Millie leaped astride his loins, immediately sheathing his pecker in her hot, clasping quim. She bobbed up and down, titties flopping in luscious fullness as Reed's thick shaft stretched her silken, slippery channel with deeply penetrating strokes. She squirmed, grinding her hot cunt around his upthrust cock.

"I love – it!" she cried. "Screw me… screw me…"

Reed heaved and bucked, trying to drive his cock all the way up to her throat. Its tip managed to enter the tight little gate of her womb as Millie ground down hard, massaging his balls with the soft undersides of her buttocks.

He grasped her bobbing tits and squeezed hard.

"Oh, shit!" Millie exclaimed. "That's – I'm coming! I'm…"

Reed knifed upward, throbbing in the middle of her belly. His semen splashed into her convulsing womb and streamed down his quivering shaft, mixed with her own hotly gushing product as her cunt muscles rippled, spasming to a rhythm of its own.

The man groaned blissfully, his churning balls spewing up their last drops of jism. When he went limp, Millie fell forward atop him. He grasped the rubbery pillows of her ass.

"Never… never was it… so good!" he rasped at her ear.

The copulation had been very satisfying for Millie, as well. But now that it was over, she feared she had blown her chance to bring Reed around. She had sucked him off and screwed him of her own accord, and she was in no position to demand anything in return.

Millie didn't realize, however, that Reed had made the bargain in his mind, and he wasn't a man to go back on a deal.

He rolled her off him and sat up.

"That was great, baby," he said with a satisfied smile. "Go home and tell your family that the heat's off. The water district will take another vote on that creek diversion, and I'll see what I can do about getting them some tax relief."

Millie blinked. "Do you mean it?"

"I don't say things I don't mean. There's one thing, though."

"What's that?"

"You didn't give me a chance to kiss your sweet twat. It's been a long time since I've had a chance to go down on a real blonde one."

Laughing happily, Millie fell onto her back and spread her thighs, drawing her knees up. Reed knelt and noisily attacked her moist and marvelously fragrant crotch.

His mustache tickled thrillingly as his tongue scoured up and down her velvety cuntlips, licking up every drop of girl juice and semen which had spilled from her still-throbbing vessel. Then he spread her outer labia wide apart, exposing their pink, smooth inner sides. He licked that slippery meat and proceeded to the wiggly folds of her vestibule, sucking up the thick juice that dribbled between them. Finally he lodged his tongue on Millie's palpitating clitoris, fluttering in and out until she had another come. She flopped wantonly about, her big tits lurching and quivering.

Reed moved forward atop her, his cock unbelievably stiff again. He sank his rod into her narrow, slick crevice and fucked her for fifteen minutes, non-stop, until they both exploded in a final gut-wrenching orgasm which left them exhausted.

Before leaving his office, Millie asked that he write her father-in-law and tell him about the creek and the taxes.

"If I were to tell him," she added, "he'd know I was here to see you."

Reed grinned wanly. "We couldn't have that, could we? Because then you wouldn't be able to come back and see me again."

He patted Millie's clothed buttocks and enjoyed their springy jiggle.

"I'm not promising I'll come back," she told him.

"Okay," he said. "But think about it. I assure you that I'll be doing the same."

Millie left his office, proud of what she had accomplished on behalf of her husband and the rest of the family. This gave her a new sense of security and confidence.

It was time, she decided, to straighten out her relations with the various Hinshaws. Danny would be up and around in another week, and she couldn't go on screwing Cal, Pete and old Gus… if Danny objected.

But on the other hand, if her husband didn't mind…

The miracle which Millie had achieved with Trevor Reed gave her the courage to believe she might achieve something just as remarkable with Danny and the others. When a smart girl put her mind to something, and she had an eager body to back it up, there was no telling what she could accomplish.

As she rode home with Cal, he pleaded for permission to stop the pickup at a secluded spot and crawl into the back of the truck with her. Millie firmly refused.

"There'll be no fucking for a while," she said, "until Danny and I have a chance to talk."

"Talk!" Cal retorted. "You sure as hell ain't gonna ask him if you can screw me… are you?"

Millie didn't reply. But the wise little smile on her face told Cal that she had a scheme in mind. He would just have to wait until she had worked it out.

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Honey… lover!" Danny exclaimed as his young bride eagerly licked his cock.

He had been out of his cast for less than a day, and this was the first chance he'd had to fuck her since his accident. But she seemed happy to go on doing what she had done for him when he was laid up in bed.

Danny couldn't complain – his bride's oral lovemaking was very good. But his prick ached with the need to burrow into her warm, wet flesh.

"Baby, get on top of me!" he said, trying to wrench her head away from his upthrust, waggling dong. "Now that we've got the chance, let's screw."

"I want to screw this sweet thing!" Millie said passionately as she rubbed his moist, hard pecker against her cheek. "But I've got to talk to you first."

"Talk at a time like this?" Danny rasped unbelievingly.

"Yes! Right now."

"Well, what the hell is it?" he demanded, clutching her by the chin and forcing her to look at him.

Millie scrambled forward to lie beside him on the bed. She gripped his hard prick and stroked it gently.

"Darling, I have to confess," she began. "While you were in that awful cast, I did something that maybe you won't like."

"What, for Christ's sake?" he asked anxiously. He just wanted to get the talk over with, so he could sink his throbbing hardness into her sweet, tight cunt.

"I… well, I wasn't exactly true to you."

"What?"

"Please, darling – now don't be upset." She stroked his prick a bit harder. "I… had sex with Pete."

"No," Danny moaned. But he couldn't seem to get angry – not while Millie was diddling him so well.

"And with Cal," she added.

"Sonofabitch!" he exclaimed. But he didn't move to get away from her or to stop her hand from gliding up and down on his blissfully pulsating rod.

"And… with your father," Millie concluded. She saw no reason to mention Reed.

"Dad, too?" the young man gasped. "Jesus Christ, Millie!"

"Shhhhh. Don't blame them. It was all my fault. I wanted to do it with all of them."

"God damn!" he panted. "I reckon I'm… married to a… shit, baby, that feels good!"

"I'll bet it does," Millie said, still stroking – but not hard enough to make him come. "Just like it felt good to me when I fucked your brothers and father. And they liked it, too. But we were all so worried that you'd find out."

"So now you… went and told me!" Danny writhed as he panted.

"Because you have a right to know," Millie said. "You're my husband, and I love you."

"Still? After being with… my whole fuckin' family?"

"Yes! You're my man, Danny, and I won't look at anybody else, ever again, unless you tell me it's all right."

Millie quickly slithered atop him and encompassed his hot pecker in her wet, clutching hole.

"Ah!" he exclaimed. "Oh, that feels great!"

His bride began to fuck him slowly, grinding and pumping. Her silken cunt seemed to suck at his hard, thrusting manhood.

"But I was thinking," Millie said, "How nice it would be… for everyone…" She punctuated her phrases with skillful thrusts of her pussy, swallowing Danny's hard cock all the way to his balls. "If we could all… live and love together… like one big, happy family. I'd enjoy it and… it wouldn't mean I… loved you any less."

"But Jesus, I… oh God damn, baby, just screw me!"

Millie smiled down, her blue eyes shining, her blonde hair framing her lovely face. "You mean it's all right? You don't object?"

"Well, it'll take some… getting used to. But if that's what you… want…"

"Lover!" Millie exclaimed. "Oh, my wonderful, big, sweet husband!"

She lay forward, squashing her full tits against his manly chest, and screwed him with a fervor which surpassed even her performance with Reed. Groaning blissfully, Danny bucked upward in her tight clutches. His balls swirled. His head grew light.

When he came, it was like the burst of a geyser in Millie's belly. She squealed with delight and ground down around him, vibrating from head to toes in the happiest orgasm she had yet known.

"Darling, we're going to have such good times!" she said afterward, petting him as their loins remained in moist, warm embrace. "It'll be wonderful!"

"Well, like I said, it'll take some getting used to."

But the more Danny thought about it, the easier the proposed adjustment seemed. He could hold his own against Cal and Pete, he believed – certainly against his old man. And he would be king of the mountain, because Millie was his! As the youngest member of the family, he had always gotten the short stick – but things would be different from now on. That is, as long as Millie recognized he was the boss.

"You've got to promise," he said, "that if I decide to put a stop to the sharing, that's it! You'll be mine and nobody else's."

Millie hugged him and kissed his neck. "Oh, yes. I promise, darling! Whatever you say goes… always."

Danny grinned. An interesting future seemed to lie ahead – for Millie, him, and the whole Hinshaw clan.

Content

Curt Aldrich
Four-way bride

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE