throbbed as it was sandwiched upward between his squirming belly and the bed.
'Oh, my!' Millie exclaimed between gasps as Pete ate her ravenously. 'No… no… oh, I can't stand it!'
She squirmed, twisting her flaming, wet pussy against Pete's mouth as she tossed her head from side to side. Her blonde hair whipped across the pale sheet. Her tits leaped and trembled.
Suddenly an orgasmic vibration shook her, and Millie felt a release of tension. But as Pete kept sucking and licking at her convulsing cunt, his lascivious tongue wiggling in the pudding of wet, warm flesh, her release was cut short. Tension began to build anew.
'Oh… unnh… no… oh, darling!' Millie babbled, not thinking of what she was saying or whom she was saying it to, feeling only the wondrous thrills which were both good and bad, both desirable and shocking.
Pete's tongue and lips skidded out of her vulva. He caught a mouthful of outer lip, hair and all, sucking at the gloriously meaty morsel.
Mad with passion now, he rolled Millie onto her belly and buried his face in the pillowed softness of her quivering, writhing ass. He kissed and slurped at her anus, and as his tongue stroked wetly up and down between her buttocks the springy mounds vibrated against his cheeks.
Millie moaned against her pillow and clutched the mattress, her fingertips digging in. She had never before known such thrills. After climaxing once, she was about to come again.
But Pete stopped kissing her ass before she could reach the second pinnacle. He rolled her onto her back once more and sprawled atop her, smearing his wet mouth across her bobbling breasts, snaking his tongue around her throbbing nipples, pulling the pink projections into his mouth.
Millie's hands caught in his long black hair and tousled it anxiously, finding it straighter and coarser than Danny's.
Danny! she thought. Oh God, what am I doing? This is Danny's brother. It's so wrong!
She jerked her hands away from Pete's bobbing, twisting head and exclaimed, 'No! Stop! Please stop it!'
Pete's lengthy, rigid cock was whacking against her thighs and belly as he squirmed voluptuously, sucking her titties. Millie knew he would pay no attention to her plea.
Pete's lustful, thin-lipped face loomed above her, and Millie held her breath, anticipating his thrust. She wasn't concerned about her ability to absorb him without pain. Her pussy had never felt so wet and open. It was practically begging for his prick.
The massive head pushed against her slit, forcing the lips inward as it penetrated the tight portal. Then, inch by cunt-stretching inch, Pete's rod sank into her, slippery crevice.
The rigid, thick invasion caused the young bride's eyes to widen. Pete's penis had looked larger than Danny's; now she knew it truly was. The thing was huge! But there was no pain – only a very voluptuous sense of fullness. Every nerve end in her vagina became delightfully titillated as the great shaft pressed deeper and deeper into her belly.
Pete's eyes were hard and his lips cruelly quirked as he gazed down at the impaled young woman. At last he had what he wanted, and it felt even better than he had expected.
'How's that feel, huh?' he rasped softly. 'You don't feel like fighting now, do you?'
'It's… it's awful!' she said, panting.
Pete gave a tense little laugh. He could tell by her eyes and the way she was breathing hard that she liked the feel of his dick. She wasn't moving a muscle, except within her cunt where the elastic encircling membranes were making spastic little contractions.
He twisted more deeply into her, then withdrew a little, releasing Millie's outer labia and allowing her hairs – which had been pulled in with his thrust – to escape. He pushed once more, drawing another cry from Millie as he forged deeper yet.
How much more of him is there? she wondered wildly. She kept her eyes open wide. Her pink lips were parted in excitement.
Drinking in the sight of her passionate countenance, Pete twisted his cock to the side, forcing her tightness to yield further. He withdrew until the hard ridge of his glans was at the orifice of her channel, then jammed it into her for a third time, straight and hard.
'Ooooh… God!' Millie moaned and bit her lip. That thrust had hurt a little; Pete was forging deeper than 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
