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Susan Johnson was worried as she drove along the bumpy mountain road. She knew her mother had expected her home hours ago. She had not intended to go off the pavement, but somehow she had made a wrong turn. Now it was getting dark and she was lost. She was thankful to see a small farmhouse at the side of the road.

She stopped her car at the edge of the road and got out. She noticed a young man working at the side of the house. He was tall and dark-haired, and he wore only bluejeans. She tried not to think about how muscular his arms looked.

He watched her closely as she walked across the muddy yard. Susan was used to being stared at by men, although she hadn't gone out much in her twenty-three years. She'd had lots of opportunities. Men loved shapely blondes and Susan's lush shape was something out of a man's dreams. Susan would have been married a long time ago if she hadn't had her sick mother to care for.

"Excuse me," Susan called out. "Could you help me? I was looking at the pretty scenery and I got lost. Could you show me where the highway is?"

Susan was wrong. She hadn't been stared at before. Not the way he stared at her. His dark eyes seemed to undress her right down to her panties. She had never felt so naked. She had never felt like that with any man.

"I need to find the highway," Susan insisted.

"I'll show you," he said. "but come on in the house first. Have a beer."

"I don't drink," Susan said.

"Then I'll have one by myself," he said. "You come on."

Susan felt uneasy, but she followed him. She was surprised at how clean the inside of the house appeared. She felt a little better. It looked like a real home.

"I was lucky to find you," Susan said. "I was starting to think I was going to be driving around all night."

"It's a big mountain," the young man said.

Susan waited in the living room while he went into the kitchen. She thought she heard him speak to someone. He came back out alone. He had two beers.

"I really don't drink," Susan said. "And I'd like to use your phone. I'd like to call my mother."

"No phone," he said.

The young man sat down on the couch and sipped his beer. Susan stood. She tried not to look at him. She wished he'd put on a shirt. His muscular chest was hairy. She could see his muscles ripple each time he took a sip of his beer. It made her nervous.

"You're a fine-looking woman," he said. "I think I want to fuck you."

Susan felt frozen. She'd never been spoken to that way before. She felt shocked, but she also had a queer feeling in her stomach. Her legs felt weak. She wanted to run away.

He finished off the beer and crumpled the can. She noticed that his hands looked very strong. He was powerful enough to take her by force.

"I just want to get to the highway," she said. "I'm late."

"You won't be going home tonight," he said.

She knew he meant it. She could see the hot lust in his eyes. She started backing out the door. If she could only reach her car. She hadn't gone ten steps when he caught her.

"There's no sense fighting me, honey," he said. "I'm going to fuck you!"

"No," she said.

She screamed and struggled as he dragged her back to the house. He kicked the door shut behind them. Suddenly she felt his strong fingers around her throat. He nearly choked her.

"Now I don't want to hurt you, honey," he said. "Don't make me. The bedroom's that way."

Susan nodded. She had always been a coward. She could picture herself being beaten up and dropped in a ditch somewhere. Maybe if she would give in to him, then it would be over quickly.

She walked into the bedroom. She wondered what she should do next. She couldn't bring herself to take her clothes off. She sat down in a corner chair and waited. In a few minutes the young man came in. He had stripped down to his jockey shorts. Susan swallowed nervously. His hairy body was thick. His shorts barely contained his huge bulge.

"You're not undressed yet," he said. "Take those clothes off."

She couldn't put it off any longer. She trembled as she stood up. She, kicked off her shoes. That part was easy. It wasn't as easy to take the bottom of her sweater and pull it over her head. She dropped it on the floor and dropped her arms to her sides.

Her ripe-looking tits threatened to spill out of the cups of her white bra. She felt his eyes on her creamy flesh. She could feel her nipples hardening.

"Don't waste time!" he snapped. "I'm horny as hell. Take the rest of your clothes off!"

She could tell he wasn't going to be patient. She quickly unhooked her skirt and slid it down her legs. She slipped her hose down her legs and stood in her bra and panties. She didn't want to strip further but his eyes commanded her.

She unhooked her bra and dropped it. She heard his gasp of approval as he took a good look at her big, round tits. She saw him licking his lips as he looked at her hard, pink nipples. She felt like an animal about to be devoured.

"You're looking good, baby," he said. "I haven't looked at a pair of tits like yours in a long time. It gets awfully lonely up here. A man can save up a real load!"

She wasn't sure what he was talking about. But she was sure of one thing. He was going to stick his hard cock between her legs.

"The panties," he said. "Take off the panties." She nodded and slowly skimmed the panties down her long, shapely legs. Automatically, she covered her blonde muff with her fingers. He grinned at her.

"Move your hands," he said. "You're not going to hide anything from me."

She dropped her hands to her sides once more. Her heart pounded as he walked across the room. He put his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch against her. She could feel the hot pole of flesh trying to tear out of his jockey shorts.

"I'm scared," she said. "I've never been fucked."

"You're going to get royally fucked this time," he told her.

He took her hand and pressed it between his legs. She felt the swollen flesh through his shorts. He forced her to trace the outline of his cock. It felt huge. She knew the monstrous hunk of flesh would rip her in half.

"Does that feel good?" he asked. "You seem to be enjoying it!"

"I've never felt one before," she answered.

"Put your hand inside my shorts," he said. "Feel it for real."

She put her hand into his shorts and her fingers touched naked flesh. She was so afraid. She almost jerked her hand back. Somehow she made herself finger the bloated head. After a few seconds of gentle massage, he pushed her away.

"You can take them off now," he said.

She was still scared but she wanted to take his shorts off. There was something about him that stirred her. He was an animal.

She gripped the waistband of his shorts and pulled them away from his big prick. She edged his shorts down his legs and let him kick them off. She turned her face toward his swollen meat. His prick was standing straight out and it looked like some kind of furious weapon. She had not expected a cock to look so fierce. It frightened her but it also excited her.

"Put your hand back," he said.

She touched his burning flesh again. Her fingers seemed to wrap around his pale all by themselves. She tightened her grip and she could see a drop of thick white stuff on the purplish knob.

He put his arms around her again. She felt his hands slipping down her back and then cupping her full asscheeks. No man had ever touched her there. His fingers gripped her asscheeks and sent shivers of fire through her. She found her body pressing closer to his hot cock.

"You're a hot pussy," he said. "I knew it the minute I looked at you. You're a cunt."

She wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but she knew it felt good. Hot shivers made her want to crawl all over this muscular young man. Her pussy was a hot, aching hole that needed to be filled. She didn't know why she'd waited so long to be this close to a man.