Considering only that he should put a stop to the outrageous adultery, for Danny's sake, Gus opened the door and entered Millie's bedroom.
The eighteen-year-old blonde had resumed actively screwing Cal, even though Pete was standing next to the bed and staring at them. All three were oblivious to Gus' entry into the room.
The furious intensity of Millie's grinding atop Cal, her white back undulating in the moonlight and her buttocks bobbing up and down, struck Gus motionless. It was clear that Danny's bride wasn't being forced; she was the aggressor in the powerfully erotic scene. Gus felt heat surge into his loins. His old pecker, which rarely saw sexual action any more, stretched out against his bulky robe.
Pete also was hard with excitement as the young fuckers on the bed strove to a heaving, quivering finale. Millie's passionate wail mingled with Cal's lusty groan as he spurted his warm cream deep into her belly. They sighed in unison, and Millie fell motionless atop him.
When Gus finally found his voice, he barked in a rasping whisper, "Cal! Pete! Get outa here!"
Millie gasped. She rolled off Cal and desperately tried to cover herself with the bedclothes. But by that time Gus had seen all of her, including the hair-fringed, gaping hole where Cal's cock had been.
As Cal scrambled off the bed, sweeping his robe from a nearby chair, Pete faced his father defiantly.
"What's the idea of breaking in here?" the elder son demanded.
"Keep your voice down!" Gus snapped. "What's the idea of you being here in the first place?"
"That's Millie's business, not yours."
"Come on, Pete!" Cal urged, struggling into his robe. "For cripe's sake!"
Gus whirled on his younger son. "You're the worst! You bedded your brother's wife."
"Pete screwed her before I did," Cal hissed.
"Is that true?" Gus asked Millie. His eyes condemned her.
The thoroughly shamed young woman wished that she could die. "Yes… yes, it's true!" She buried her face in her hands.
Pete reluctantly – turned toward the door, following his embarrassed brother.
"Wait!" Gus whispered urgently. His sons faced him. "Not one word of this to Danny, understand? And both of you leave Millie alone from now on."
"Yeah, Pop," Cal said, eyes downcast.
Pete was silent. He left the room behind his brother.
Gus turned toward Millie who lay crumpled on the bed, sobbing gently. The bedclothes covered her bottom, but her white, graceful back gleamed enticingly in the moonlight.
Gus' erection had lapsed. However, he remained uncomfortably aroused. "Why'd you do it?" he asked tensely.
Millie raised her head and looked at him. "Oh, Gus, I'm so sorry! They were after me and… Oh, I miss Danny so!" Again she pressed her face against the bed and sobbed.
The middle-aged man felt compassion toward her. Danny had told him she was a virgin on their wedding night, which meant she had been a good girl until Pete and Cal had led her astray. It was a cruel twist of fate which had caused Danny to be injured right after instilling her with a need for sex.
Recalling how passionately she was screwing Cal, Gus wondered how he would be able to keep her away from his able-bodied sons until Danny recovered. If he didn't figure out a way, Gus felt, the family would be torn apart.
The solution suddenly occurred to him. At first he was unwilling to accept it, but common sense as well as the heat in his loins argued in its favor. Danny wouldn't be capable of understanding, Gus realized. But Danny wasn't going to find out, if he could help it.
Gus approached the bed and placed his hand gently against Millie's back. She stopped crying and looked up at him.
"Don't blame yourself," he said, his tone surprisingly tender. "I reckon you couldn't help giving in to Pete and Cal."
"Do you really mean that? Oh, Gus!" Grateful for his understanding, Millie wanted to throw herself into his arms. But she restrained the impulse just in time, realizing she was nude beneath the sheet which she held around her.
The white-haired man smiled at Millie in the dim light. There was warmth in his crinkly blue eyes. "I'm gonna help you stay away from Pete and Cal. You want to do that, don't you?"
"Yes!" Millie eagerly replied. "Danny's the only one I love."
Trembling with a carnal urge too long suppressed, the fifty-seven-year-old man took off his robe. Millie's eyes widened as she stared at his long, meaty penis and dangling balls.
"Gus! No! Oh, my God!" She scooted backward against the wall, clutching the bedsheet in front of her.
"Shhh!" Gus said. "Don't let Danny or the other boys hear. They wouldn't understand. But this is the only way."
Millie's brain swirled wildly, unable to come to grips with the shocking reality Gus was presenting. He was Danny's father. He couldn't be asking her to have sex with him.
He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for her. Millie cringed. Gus took hold of the sheet which was her only concealment and began drawing it away. Millie continued to clutch the thin cover. But as she looked into her father-in-law's eyes and realized he was the only security she had, her fingers relaxed their hold. The sheet left her.
Gus gazed at her luscious young beauty – tits high and roundly tapering to rigid points, belly firm and gently rounded, hips full, blonde hair bristling wispily where her thighs and belly joined – and he was filled with a desire such as he hadn't known in years. His old cock stiffened and stood up from his lap, the bald knob suffused with rosy warmth, the brown stalk hard as in the days of his youth.
Millie stared at the evidence of her father-in-law's arousal, and she began to react as she had to every stiff prick she had seen at Stallion Ranch. She couldn't help herself.
Gradually she was making her adjustment to the inevitable. There didn't seem to be anything that could be done about it. If Gus, who was old and wise, could understand and accept her for the passionate creature that she was, why shouldn't she accept herself?
She threw her arms around the middle-aged man, her naked breasts squashing against his firm, hairy chest. He snuggled closer to her as they sat on the bed, and she felt his hard cock standing against her belly. His mouth captured hers, his firm lips sucking at her sweetness. His tongue thrust between her teeth to caress the silken sides of her mouth.
Millie was launched on another passionate ride. She clutched Gus' cock as if it were a lever to direct her giddy flight. The feel of her cool, delicate fingers encircling his manhood gave him a marvelous new thrill. He felt the virility which he had feared was slipping away from him permeate his entire body, giving him a warm, lusty glow.
He stopped kissing Millie and pressed her onto her back against the bed. He began to caress and kiss her lush body.
Gus had almost forgotten how teen-aged titties felt. But now the memories of his youth came flooding back to him as he wrapped his gnarled hands around as much of each boob as he could hold and squeezed tenderly. Millie's urgent pink nipples thrust even higher than before, and he brushed his lips across them, marveling at their fresh firmness. He drew Millie's nipples into his mouth and took long, voluptuous sucks at each of them as her hand stroked his horny shaft.
She was doing some marveling of her own. Somehow she hadn't believed that a man Gus' age could produce a hard-on which would rival that of her twenty-year-old bridegroom or his slightly older brothers. But the proof was in her hand, and she was enjoying it.
Gus moved down along her body, forcing her to relinquish her hold on his staff. He licked and sucked at the satiny skin around her navel, then dug his tongue into the dainty cup. Millie squirmed with delight, causing her tummy to quiver against his face.