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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 6
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! [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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