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.