'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.
Pleased for the moment with the gain he had made, the lustful cowboy swabbed his cockhead along her teeth, caressing her lips in a way that titillated Millie despite her intense humiliation. Waves of excitement were coursing through the warm-blooded girl. She felt moisture dribbling along her sexual folds.
'Okay, baby,' Pete barked at last, 'we've played long enough! Now you're going to suck my cock.'
'Nnnnnnn!' Millie said. That was the closest she could come to saying 'no' without opening her mouth.
But she knew that if Pete continued to force the issue, she would have to open her mouth pretty soon. Then his big, nasty cock would be inside it.
I'll bite him! she thought. But she immediately discarded that idea, realizing that Pete would become so enraged that he might hurt her severely. I'll get sick and vomit. Then that will make him stop, she thought. That will turn him off and he might let me go altogether.
Millie's mental discussion had taken only a second or so. She spent another second considering her tentative decision, while Pete continued to rub his penis back and forth between her slack, moist lips. Her labial nerve ends tingled. The urge to open her mouth grew stronger and stronger.
Finally Millie gave in to it, and her jaws sprang apart. With a grunt, Pete pushed his entire large, smooth glans into her mouth. The bulbous mass depressed her tongue and skidded along the velvety track. She gulped convulsively, which forced her lips and teeth to clamp around the shaft of his organ.
The flavor of Pete's fat, juicy cock titillated her taste buds. Millie was surprised that she didn't find the strange taste more repugnant than she did. There was a slight saltiness to it, but no suggestion of filth – except in what Pete's penis represented to the young woman's mind.
He wiggled his stiff prick in her mouth while gazing down through slitted eyes, enjoying her dismayed expression. As his organ pushed toward the back of her tongue, Millie fought a gagging reflex. She had forgotten that her purpose in letting Pete's cock into her mouth had supposedly been to force her to vomit.
Millie couldn't keep from gulping repeatedly as the slippery, bulging knob twisted in her mouth. Each time she did this, she accustomed herself a little more to the taste – and to the idea of having a penis in her mouth, which had been unthinkable a few minutes before.
Pete began to stroke his stiff pecker in and out of the soft, slippery circle of her stretched lips. His glans glided forward and back on her wet, slightly abrasive tongue.
Though tense and watery eyed, Millie was amazed that she was accepting this degrading treatment without struggling or even giving a whimper. She didn't find the act physically unpleasant.
Grinning, Pete pulled the spit-slick shaft out of her mouth. Millie stared up at him and said nothing. Her lips remained slightly parted. She was breathing heavily.
'Now lick it a little,' Pete directed.
Without thinking, Millie stuck out her pink, slippery tongue. Pete smacked his cockhead against it. Millie's tongue slowly began to circle the bulging, dripping glans. She swallowed his juice along with her own copious saliva.
She found that she had become very hot. The crotchband of her delicate panties was plastered to her moist, throbbing labia. Her nipples were painfully stiff in her bra.
Pete pushed his prick forward a little, and Millie pursed her lips around the tip of it. She sucked of her own accord, no longer merely responding to a spastic urge.
'That's the way, baby…' Pete growled. 'Nice, huh?'
Before Millie could answer – or perhaps react with aversion to her own acceptance of the perverted act – Pete jammed his cockhead fully into her mouth once more. Her brain whirled. She sucked deliriously.
'Okay, that's enough!' Pete said, and pulled his prick out of her mouth.
'Now how about a fucking?' Pete asked as he slid backward along Millie's body, his hands mauling her tits through her blouse and bra.
She was panting.
'Say, 'Yes, Pete',' he insisted as he began unbuttoning her blouse.
'Yes… yes… oh, no!'
He chuckled, opened her blouse, and palmed the loaded cups of her brassiere, rolling the firm, spongy breasts. He felt her nipples standing up hard.
Pete backed up farther, opened the top of her denim jeans and pulled them down. Underneath she wore pink bikini briefs, trimmed with white lace. He pulled the jeans off her feet, taking her shoes also.
Millie kept staring at the monstrously virile organ, sticking out and upward from the fly of his pants. Her thoughts were divided between recollections of how his prick had felt and tasted in her mouth and her anticipation of how it was going to feel when he jammed it up the itching, passion-puffed crevice between her thighs. Far from wanting to stop him now, Millie could hardly wait for the penetration to occur.
Pete drew her to a sitting position, unhooked her bra, and took it away. Her luscious knockers stuck straight out, their erect pink tips tilted slightly upward. The mounds were gloriously full, with hardly a hint of sag. Pete brushed a hand roughly across them, shaking the wobbly globes and sending a thrill coursing through Millie. She whined anxiously.
'You want it, don't you?' he challenged. 'Here – take hold.' He grasped her hand and wrapped it around his thrusting cock.
'Oh God, it's so hard and huge!'
'Tell me you want it,' he demanded.
