Viv's moans tapered off, and she began panting.
Pete could hardly believe it when he felt her ass push backward against his horny penetrations. She worked avidly forward and back, first pressing against him, then against Cal.
"Fuck me… fuck me!" she breathed, the words barely intelligible. Her cries quickly increased in volume until she was screaming, "Fuck me… screw me… rip me! God damn you motherfucking bastards… Bull me! Ram me! Tear… me… apart!"
Cal and Pete all but granted her insane wish as they fucked her cunt and asshole furiously, each ramming as the other withdrew for yet another plunge. Viv hunched forward and back between them, bawling and squealing. Her titties flopped wildly about. Her pussy rippled around Cal's slippery, hard incursions as her anal muscles gripped Pete's penetrating red-hot poker.
Finally she let out an air-splitting shriek and climaxed, spasming in both holes at once as she shook all over. Pete groaned and spurted his hot sperm into her guts as Cal let go in her vagina. The three lust-locked lovers rolled together in the straw, oblivious to everything but the mind-boggling thrills that coursed through them.
Later Viv pulled her clothes together and scurried back to her car, her hair wildly disheveled and her makeup streaked on her cheeks. The brothers sat in the straw and laughed.
"Do you reckon she'll sic the sheriff on us?" Cal asked as his laughter subsided.
"Shit, no!" said Pete. "She and Reed have got too much to hide. Anyway, she had the time of her life. She'll be thinking on this for years to come."
"Well, I'm glad I'm rid of her," Cal replied. "Now I can concentrate on taking care of Millie."
"You?" Pete snapped. "What the hell makes you figure you've got the inside track with her?"
"I was in her room this morning," the younger brother bragged.
"Yeah? Well, I'll be there tonight – and you'd best steer clear."
Cal growled, "Shit! I don't mind sharing her with Danny, cause he's her husband. But I don't see why the fuck I've got to share her with you, too."
"You figure you're big enough to do something about it?" Pete challenged, standing up.
Cal got up, stared at his older brother for a moment, then turned away. "Let's leave it up to Millie. I reckon she can decide for herself who she'd rather screw."
Pete was willing. Now that Millie had had a taste of his big dick, he felt confident that she wouldn't settle for less.
There would be trouble after Danny got up and about. But Pete would ford that stream when he came to it. If the final outcome were to split up the family and leave him with both the ranch and the girl, he could live with that. His main problem, Pete believed, would be to convince his old man not to sell out to Reed.
Maybe Millie could help, Pete conjectured. He had never heard of a father and son sharing the same woman, but he didn't see any reason why it couldn't be done. And his father wouldn't offer too much competition.
With this thought to stir his imagination, Pete went back to work.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Millie was a busy girl during the next few days, entertaining both of Danny's brothers and also his father. She concentrated her efforts on seeing that old Gus didn't find out she was still bedding Pete and Cal, while keeping it from the boys that she was taking care of their father and each other. Her ingenuity was taxed to the utmost.
But the rewards made it all worthwhile. Millie reveled in an almost constant sexual high – getting screwed on the range, in the haymow, and on the straw pile by day, and ending up in Gus' bed at night. She made it a rule that no one was to visit her room and enforced the ban by keeping a chair propped under her doorknob. This helped her keep each Hinshaw from finding out she was entertaining the others.
Millie also took care of Danny by hand and mouth, and in a spiritual way she found this the most enjoyable activity of all. Her love for her handsome young husband remained untouched by her other sensual experiences, and his appreciation of her new lack of sexual inhibitions gave her added pleasure. They were as happy together as his physical condition would permit.
However, this contentment was soon blasted by the arrival in the mail of a menacing notice from the local water district. In precise legal language, the Hinshaws were informed that the district's board of directors had voted to divert Coyote Creek, which flowed across the rear of Stallion Ranch.
"Hellfire, they can't do that!" Cal exclaimed when his father brought the matter up for discussion that evening. "We need that water for the back range. It'd cost us a fortune to pipe well-water back there for the stock."
"I reckon they can do it right enough," Gus said with a sigh. "They tell us here in the notice that they'll put in a ditch from the new creek for our use, but we've got to pay a big assessment for the construction cost."
Pete said, "It's that sonofabitch Reed again! With him owning most of the land in the county, he runs the water district, too."
Cal glanced from his brother to his father. "Ain't there nothing we can do about it?"
"I'll see a lawyer," Gus said without enthusiasm. "But the district's probably within their rights, long as they're willing to put in a ditch for us."
"This is going to bust us for sure," Cal declared. "That bastard Reed! He's going to get his fuckin' way after all."
"Watch your language, boy," Gus scolded. "Millie's here."
The young woman had been sitting quietly at the side of the room, listening to the conversation among Gus and his sons. Now that everyone was looking her way, she spoke up.
"This Reed doesn't sound human. He must be interested only in land and money."
"He's human enough," Cal said with a bitter laugh. "The talk is, he's quite a ladies' man."
"Really?" Millie responded. An idea was germinating in her mind.
"I reckon the time has come when we're gonna have to sell out," Gus said disconsolately. "Do you boys agree?"
"It sure looks that way," Cal said, figuring Millie would go with him.
Pete nodded and looked at Millie. He believed she would choose to leave with him.
"Gus, have you talked with Danny about it?" the young woman asked.
"Not yet. I was fixin' to do that later."
"Let me talk with him," she said. "I know he's had his heart set on staying here."
Millie left the living room and went upstairs to see her bedridden husband. His eyes lit up when she entered the room.
She sat next to his bed and held his hand. As she told him about the notice from the water district and related the tentative decision reached by his father and brothers, Danny's expression clouded.
"God damn it, I don't want to sell out!" he exclaimed angrily. "We hadn't ought to let Reed do that to us."
"You're right," Millie agreed. "But the question is, how can we stop him?"
"There ought to be a way."
"Maybe there is," Millie said thoughtfully.
"I wish I knew how." Danny was looking off into space.
"Cal, drive me into town, will you?" Millie asked the next morning when she and Cal were alone.
"What do you want to go to town for?"
"I haven't seen my mother since I moved out here. Also, I'd like to do some shopping. Maybe you could drive me in, then pick me up later?" She rubbed ingratiatingly against the husky youth.
He grinned, slipping his arms around her. "Baby, when you do that, I'm damned if I can tell you no."
Cal tried to kiss her, but Millie twisted away. "I'll hurry up and get ready. Can we leave in about half an hour?"
"I guess," he replied, a little disappointed that she hadn't let him go farther. But he figured he would get to her before the day was out.
Cal got out the family's pickup truck. After bathing and prettying herself up, Millie joined him.