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.