Farm girl in heat

It always made big-titted Donna Joe Edwards nervous when she searched for her father on his pay-days. She knew that she would find him in some bar, and it would take a lot of argument to convince him that he should come home.
That afternoon she had already searched two of his favorite bars, and hadn’t found him in either one. That left one bar, the one she hated the most. It was a truck stop at the edge of the town, and she hated the way the men in there looked at her.
Men had always looked at her. She was eighteen and virginal-looking, a pretty blonde girl with high, jutting breasts and long, sexy legs. Men couldn’t help looking at her, but the farmers and drivers in the truck stop looked at her in an especially lewd way. She didn’t like it because it made her skin crawl. It made her feel like they were looking right through her clothes at her naked body.
There were two big, beefy-looking farmers sitting at the bar when she walked in.

“God,” Hank Bales said. “I sure wouldn’t mind getting my cock into a piece of that.”
“Just think about having those long legs wrapped around your back and sticking your dick in her twat.”
“Goddamn you,” Glenn said. “You’re making my meat hard. Would you stop talking about pussy?”
Hank watched as she walked around the bar, then back to the front door. She had a disgusted look on her face. Hank slid off of his stool and felt a cautious hand on his shoulder.
“Leave it alone,” Glenn warned.
“Relax,” Hank said. “She looks lonely and scared. I’m just going over to see if I can help.”
“Sure you are,” Glenn said sarcastically.
Hank grinned as he walked across the floor. The bar was dimly lit and nearly empty, but she saw him coming and quickly started for the door. He caught up with her in three long steps.
“Can I help you, honey?” he said.
She looked at him with suspicious eyes, and he was reminded of an animal caught in a trap. He felt a warmth growing in his balls. She was something!
“I don’t need any help,” she said as she backed away.
“Hey,” he said. “Don’t run away from me. I only want to give you a hand.”
“I’m looking for my father,” Donna Joe told him.
“You must have missed him,” Hank said. “There’s nobody here now that I don’t know.”
“Maybe I’ll find him somewhere else,” she said.
Donna Joe started to back away, but the man followed her and she started to get very frightened. There was something in the man’s attitude that told her he was dangerous. She stumbled and he caught her by her shoulder. She twisted away and started to run, but he caught her arm.
“Don’t run from me,” he said gruffly.
“Let me go,” she pleaded.
He put his face close enough so that she could smell the beer on his breath. His white teeth flashed in an ugly grin.
“What’s your name?” he asked as he gripped her shoulders.
The pain made her answer, “Donna Joe.”
“That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said. “Have you ever been kissed, Donna Joe?”
“I’ve got to go,” she said, a scared look in her eyes.
“I want to know if you’ve ever been kissed,” Hank said.
She struggled to break free of his hand, but he wasn’t going to let her go. She was too sweet-smelling and sweet-looking, and he wanted to bury his face in those big, round tits.
“How about a kiss for me?” Hank asked. “We could go sit in my truck and you could give me a kiss. Nobody would ever know. Just one little kiss, baby.”
“No,” she said.

“You don’t have any choice, Donna Joe,” Hank said softly.
She looked into his hard eyes and knew he was telling the truth. He was drunk and crazy, and she didn’t want to make him mad. He could tear her right in half with those powerful-looking hands of his.
“All right,” she said. “One kiss.”
He didn’t release her shoulder as he walked her out of the bar and across the dusty yard. Donna Joe could feel her heart pounding. Her knees felt weak.
“Here’s my truck,” Hank said as he opened the door. “Climb in.”
She climbed in, knowing she was giving Hank a good glimpse of her creamy thighs. She couldn’t keep her dress down. She slid across the seat quickly and tried the other door. It wouldn’t open and she heard him laugh.
“There’s no use trying that door, honey,” Hank said. “It hasn’t been open in years.”
She turned to face him as he slipped into the seat beside her. His arms were muscular, as though he used them to pull a plow. His hands were rough and work-worn. He had a brutal look about him that scared her half to death.
“Now for that kiss,” he said.
She let him pull her against him, hoping she could get it over with quickly, but it wasn’t just one kiss. He kissed her mouth, cheeks and throat, then moved back to her rich, full lips again. Somehow he made her feel giddy. Finally he released her, but he looked a little angry.
“You’re not putting any heart into this, sugar,” Hank told her.
“You said one kiss.”
“Bitch!” Hank said.
Donna Joe looked up in surprise. She had never heard anyone call her that before. She suddenly knew that Hank had not brought her to his truck for just one kiss. He wanted all she had to give.
He pulled her into his arms again, this time crushing her against him so tightly that it brought tears to her eyes. He kissed her mouth, and then her throat. He moved his lips back to hers and stabbed his tongue into her mouth. He pushed his tongue in and out of her mouth until someone pounded on the truck window.
“Damn you, you silly fucking bastard!” Glenn Donald yelled through the glass. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Don’t worry about me,” Hank said. “When I’m finished I’ll let you have seconds.”
Glenn sadly shook his head as Hank turned back to Donna Joe, who was crazy with panic. She clawed at his face with her fingernails and tried to bite his hands. She could hear him laughing as he pinned her to the seat and put his hand on her bare knee. He squeezed it gently and she felt her flesh crawl.
“That’s the way to fight back, baby,” Hank said. “You just keep doing that. I like it when you fight.”
His clammy hand continued to squeeze her knee and make her feel creepy. It grew worse when his hand slipped higher up her leg until he was touching her creamy thighs. She struggled and screamed but he still wouldn’t release her.
“Open your legs,” he told her softly. “I want to know what your sweet pussy feels like. Open your Goddamned cunt-licking legs!”
His fingers gripped her thighs as he forced her legs apart, then touched the sensitive mound of her cunt. She tried to twist her body, but it was too late to escape that hand. He was touching her secret place, the place no hand but her own had ever touched!
“That feels good, baby,” he said. “You ever play with yourself?”
“Oh no,” she groaned. “Oh please let me go. Oh please!”
“Shut the fuck up!” he said. “I’m not hurting you. I’m tired of hearing you whine!”
He sounded violent, and that frightened her even more. She was making him angry, and that wasn’t what she’d wanted to do. She searched her mind frantically, trying to find a way out, but could think of nothing.
She had to do what he wanted. She had heard other girls talk about it, and knew it would hurt. She also knew she would never again be the same but there was nothing she could do to protect her virginity.
“All right,” she said softly. “I’m not going to fight you any more.”
“Now you’re being smart,” Hank said. “Who knows? You might even enjoy it.”
Hank saw her start to relax and knew she understood that he meant what he said. She wasn’t going to get away until she gave him what he wanted. He grinned. He could feel his balls burning, hot and ready for action.
“Okay, honey,” Hank said. “Take off your dress. Take it off and let me see that pretty body.”
Her hands trembled as she undid the buttons of her dress and pulled it off. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, but was hesitant about dropping it.
“Take the damn thing off,” Hank said.

He reached for her again and she quickly pulled the bra away from her big, round tits. She’d never worn a training bra. Her breasts had always been big, round and perfect, which was why men looked at her the way they did.
She felt herself blush all over as Hank took a good, long look at her tits.
“Christ Jesus!” he said. “Those are about the best-looking things I’ve seen in a long time.”
Donna Joe wanted badly to hide her tits behind her hands, but she didn’t dare. She sat quietly while Hank greedily eyed her luscious flesh. She tried to blank out all feeling but soon her nipples began to harden. She told herself it was the night air, but couldn’t understand the sensation of butterflies in her belly.
“Shit,” Hank said. “I’ve got to have a taste of those sweet things.”
Hank pushed her head against the seat and dropped his own to her big tits. As his lips touched her she felt a burning sensation she’d never felt before. Hank sucked her big nipple into his mouth and rolled it beneath his hot tongue, and another hot sensation went down her spine.
“All the women like the way I do them,” Hank said. “They go crazy when I start tongue-kissing them.”
She tried to control the feelings as Hank put his tongue back to her nipple, but he aroused her. She couldn’t help herself. He was doing crazy things to her. His tongue burned and sent tingling sensations through her body. She even felt a hot wetness spread between her legs.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
She stroked his head as he sucked more of her hot flesh into his mouth. He put both of his rough hands on her soft thighs and stroked them gently. She didn’t try to stop bun. No longer did he have to use threats of violence to make her do as he wanted. His hot, wet mouth planted on her titties was enough to do the job.
Hank raised his head. There was a lustful, crazy look on his face. “I knew you were a hot piece. I knew you’d be a hot piece of ass!”
His big hands slipped underneath the flimsy material of her panties. She shivered as his fingers rubbed the hot flesh between her legs. His fingertips grazed her curly cunt hairs, and she knew he could feel the moisture.
She was helpless as he gripped her panties and rolled them down her long, shapely legs. He forced her legs apart and she knew he was looking at the plump, excited lips of her cunt mound.
She was so confused. She knew she should feel ashamed of the way she was acting, but she also knew she couldn’t deny the hunger that was growing in her: a hunger to find out what it was like to be a woman.
“I know what you want, sugar,” Hank said.
In the quiet of the truck she heard the sound of his zipper, and knew that there was no turning back. She would never be able to stop Hank from doing as he wanted, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to stop him.
“Hold it,” Hank said. He took her hand and placed it against his hot, throbbing cock. This was the first time she had ever felt a rigid prick. She felt the hotness against her fingertips and knew that it wouldn’t be long before he stabbed it into her.
“Wrap your fingers around it, cunt,” Hank told her. “Hold it tight. Hold the fucking thing as tight as you can!”
She wrapped her fingers around the stiff cock and held it as tightly as he wanted. Suddenly her hand felt wet, warm and sticky, and she realized that his pre-come was leaking out over her fingers.
“Oh God,” Hank groaned. “You’ve got sweet fingers, baby. I bet your cunt’s going to feel fantastic.”
Hank made her move her hand. He made her squirm around in the seat until he had found a comfortable position. She was aware that his friend was still standing at the window, watching them. He was no longer trying to stop Hank, and his face was red with excitement.
“Spread your legs, pretty pussy,” Hank said. “I’m going to make a woman out of you.”
His words echoed her own feelings. She was frightened, but she wanted what he was going to give her. She shivered as she felt his bulbous cockhead press against her inner thighs. He was still leaking, and she felt a wetness against her legs.
She gasped when she felt his thick knob push against her sensitive cunt lips. His clothes scratched her as he stretched out on top of her. She felt his work shirt rub against her tits, his big, wide chest pressing them flat.
She wished he had taken the time to strip off his clothes. Somehow it seemed obscene when his big prick stuck out of the front of his open trousers.
“Do you feel this, baby?” Hank asked.
She forgot all of her shame as she felt the thick cockhead stretch her pussy lips. Suddenly his pulsating prick was just barely inside of her. She had never felt anything like it before. His prick was so big and hot, and she had expected it to hurt. So far there was no pain, only a delicious feeling of being filled by something stiff and hot.
“You’re a hot cunt,” Hank said. “You really like it, don’t you? You really like having your cunt fucked!”
She didn’t answer him. She only twisted beneath him as more of his thick meat slipped into her cunt. He felt the resistance of her virgin wall, but it didn’t stop him. A sudden, sharp pain came over her as he stabbed his prick though her virgin pussy wall.
The pain didn’t last long as he pushed his cock all the way into her cunt.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she sobbed. “Oh my God, it doesn’t hurt. It feels good!”
She moaned and writhed beneath him, and she knew that she surprised him with her passion. She didn’t care. His big, throbbing cock felt so good!
He began to fuck her. He pulled his cock half out of her and then slammed it back into her again. The sweet sensation of his hot prick filling her felt better than anything she had ever known. Every time his hot meat rubbed her excited clit she could feel shivers going up her spine.
“You sweet bitch,” Hank groaned. “You sweet hot bitch. I love your cunt! I love your hot cunt!”
It felt so good that she wanted it to last forever, but her tightly gripping pussy walls were too much for Hank. She felt him gasping for breath as he began to stab his prick into her as fast as he could.
“Not yet,” she whispered frantically. “Oh God, not yet!” She hardly thought about what she was saying as she wrapped her arms around his broad back and pulled him tighter. She only knew that she didn’t want him to stop, not yet. It felt too good and she knew that something was happening to her. If only he would wait a few minutes longer…
“You crazy bitch,” Hank groaned. “I’ve never felt this hot before! You Goddamn cock-sucking bitch!”
Donna Joe felt him slip his broad hands underneath her butt. His hands roughly gripped her asscheeks and he lifted her off the seat. She gasped as she felt his swollen knob slide farther into her. It felt like it was going clear into her belly!
“Sweet bitch,” he groaned. “Oh, you sweet Goddamned bitch. You’re making me come! You’re making me fucking come! Oh, you sweet, sucking bitch! BITCH!”
Though it had never happened to her before, she knew what was about to occur as she felt his cockhead swell inside of her. She felt his fingers dig into her asscheeks and she tried to move as his hands directed her. She groaned as she felt the first hot spurt of his creamy jism.
It was happening too soon! She knew something was happening in her body. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew that it felt delicious. If only he had lasted a little while longer.
“Ohhhh,” she sobbed softly as she felt his prick start to deflate, and slide out of her. She felt him wiping his come-tipped prick against her belly, but then he suddenly climbed out of the truck.
She felt angry at him. He had not satisfied her.
He had raped her but he had not satisfied. It wasn’t fair!
“It’s your turn, Glenn,” Hank said loudly. “I said that I’d save you seconds.”
That was when Donna Joe remembered the other man.