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beautiful sky, with the birds to watch us.
The thought set Millie's loins to tingling again, and she decided she had better continue her walk. She
rose and brushed at the seat of her snug jeans, causing her taut, plump buttocks to quiver.
As she turned back to the trail, she heard the sound of a horse's hooves approaching. She tensed. Over
the rise loomed Pete on horseback. He pulled his trotting horse to a stop and swung off.
"What are you doing here?" Millie demanded, her expression turning cross.
"You heard what Dad said last night," Pete replied with a slight smirk as he moved up to her. "The ranch
is twenty percent mine. So I guess I have a right to ride across it."
"That isn't what I mean. I want to know why you followed me."
"Guess," Pete said. He suddenly pulled Millie into his arms.
Her full tits mashed against his manly chest, and he caught her startled, open mouth with his. His tongue
jammed between her lips as his lips suctioned. Millie felt an immediate response that shocked and
shamed her.
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.
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