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.