'I love – it!' she cried. 'Screw me… screw me…'
Reed heaved and bucked, trying to drive his cock all the way up to her throat. Its tip managed to enter the tight little gate of her womb as Millie ground down hard, massaging his balls with the soft undersides of her buttocks.
He grasped her bobbing tits and squeezed hard.
'Oh, shit!' Millie exclaimed. 'That's – I'm coming! I'm…'
Reed knifed upward, throbbing in the middle of her belly. His semen splashed into her convulsing womb and streamed down his quivering shaft, mixed with her own hotly gushing product as her cunt muscles rippled, spasming to a rhythm of its own.
The man groaned blissfully, his churning balls spewing up their last drops of jism. When he went limp, Millie fell forward atop him. He grasped the rubbery pillows of her ass.
'Never… never was it… so good!' he rasped at her ear.
The copulation had been very satisfying for Millie, as well. But now that it was over, she feared she had blown her chance to bring Reed around. She had sucked him off and screwed him of her own accord, and she was in no position to demand anything in return.
Millie didn't realize, however, that Reed had made the bargain in his mind, and he wasn't a man to go back on a deal.
He rolled her off him and sat up.
'That was great, baby,' he said with a satisfied smile. 'Go home and tell your family that the heat's off. The water district will take another vote on that creek diversion, and I'll see what I can do about getting them some tax relief.'
Millie blinked. 'Do you mean it?'
'I don't say things I don't mean. There's one thing, though.'
'What's that?'
'You didn't give me a chance to kiss your sweet twat. It's been a long time since I've had a chance to go down on a real blonde one.'
Laughing happily, Millie fell onto her back and spread her thighs, drawing her knees up. Reed knelt and noisily attacked her moist and marvelously fragrant crotch.
His mustache tickled thrillingly as his tongue scoured up and down her velvety cuntlips, licking up every drop of girl juice and semen which had spilled from her still-throbbing vessel. Then he spread her outer labia wide apart, exposing their pink, smooth inner sides. He licked that slippery meat and proceeded to the wiggly folds of her vestibule, sucking up the thick juice that dribbled between them. Finally he lodged his tongue on Millie's palpitating clitoris, fluttering in and out until she had another come. She flopped wantonly about, her big tits lurching and quivering.
Reed moved forward atop her, his cock unbelievably stiff again. He sank his rod into her narrow, slick crevice and fucked her for fifteen minutes, non-stop, until they both exploded in a final gut-wrenching orgasm which left them exhausted.
Before leaving his office, Millie asked that he write her father-in-law and tell him about the creek and the taxes.
'If I were to tell him,' she added, 'he'd know I was here to see you.'
Reed grinned wanly. 'We couldn't have that, could we? Because then you wouldn't be able to come back and see me again.'
He patted Millie's clothed buttocks and enjoyed their springy jiggle.
'I'm not promising I'll come back,' she told him.
'Okay,' he said. 'But think about it. I assure you that I'll be doing the same.'
Millie left his office, proud of what she had accomplished on behalf of her husband and the rest of the family. This gave her a new sense of security and confidence.
It was time, she decided, to straighten out her relations with the various Hinshaws. Danny would be up and around in another week, and she couldn't go on screwing Cal, Pete and old Gus… if Danny objected.
But on the other hand, if her husband didn't mind…
The miracle which Millie had achieved with Trevor Reed gave her the courage to believe she might achieve something just as remarkable with Danny and the others. When a smart girl put her mind to something, and she had an eager body to back it up, there was no telling what she could accomplish.
As she rode home with Cal, he pleaded for permission to stop the pickup at a secluded spot and crawl into the back of the truck with her. Millie firmly refused.
'There'll be no fucking for a while,' she said, 'until Danny and I have a chance to talk.'
'Talk!' Cal retorted. 'You sure as hell ain't gonna ask him if you can screw me… are you?'
Millie didn't reply. But the wise little smile on her face told Cal that she had a scheme in mind. He would just have to wait until she had worked it out.
CHAPTER TWELVE
'Honey… lover!' Danny exclaimed as his young bride eagerly licked his cock.
He had been out of his cast for less than a day, and this was the first chance he'd had to fuck her since his accident. But she seemed happy to go on doing what she had done for him when he was laid up in bed.
Danny couldn't complain – his bride's oral lovemaking was very good. But his prick ached with the need to burrow into her warm, wet flesh.
'Baby, get on top of me!' he said, trying to wrench her head away from his upthrust, waggling dong. 'Now that we've got the chance, let's screw.'
'I want to screw this sweet thing!' Millie said passionately as she rubbed his moist, hard pecker against her cheek. 'But I've got to talk to you first.'
'Talk at a time like this?' Danny rasped unbelievingly.
'Yes! Right now.'
'Well, what the hell is it?' he demanded, clutching her by the chin and forcing her to look at him.
Millie scrambled forward to lie beside him on the bed. She gripped his hard prick and stroked it gently.
'Darling, I have to confess,' she began. 'While you were in that awful cast, I did something that maybe you won't like.'
'What, for Christ's sake?' he asked anxiously. He just wanted to get the talk over with, so he could sink his throbbing hardness into her sweet, tight cunt.
'I… well, I wasn't exactly true to you.'
'What?'
'Please, darling – now don't be upset.' She stroked his prick a bit harder. 'I… had sex with Pete.'
'No,' Danny moaned. But he couldn't seem to get angry – not while Millie was diddling him so well.
'And with Cal,' she added.
'Sonofabitch!' he exclaimed. But he didn't move to get away from her or to stop her hand from gliding up and down on his blissfully pulsating rod.
'And… with your father,' Millie concluded. She saw no reason to mention Reed.
'Dad, too?' the young man gasped. 'Jesus Christ, Millie!'
'Shhhhh. Don't blame them. It was all my fault. I wanted to do it with all of them.'
'God damn!' he panted. 'I reckon I'm… married to a… shit, baby, that feels good!'
'I'll bet it does,' Millie said, still stroking – but not hard enough to make him come. 'Just like it felt good to me when I fucked your brothers and father. And they liked it, too. But we were all so worried that you'd find out.'
'So now you… went and told me!' Danny writhed as he panted.
'Because you have a right to know,' Millie said. 'You're my husband, and I love you.'
'Still? After being with… my whole fuckin' family?'
'Yes! You're my man, Danny, and I won't look at anybody else, ever again, unless you tell me it's all
