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.