"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.