Hank Borden - Hot virgin niece

Bobbie Joe stared out or the large window into the blackness of the night. The highway seemed deserted, except for an occasional passing car. It was as if the rest of the world were fast asleep, and certainly it looked as if everyone else on the bus were asleep.

From her rear seat Bobbie Joe could see nothing but slouched figures beneath darkened lights. The only things moving were the driver and the tall figure seated across the aisle from her.

She had noticed the figure before, when it was still light enough to see. He was a tall, handsome man, with a square jaw. Bobbie Joe had seen him watching her, but each time she turned to face him, he would yank his eyes away. She thought it odd that a man would behave so shyly towards her. Usually it was she who shied away from men.

When it appeared that the man was watching her again, Bobbie Joe waved to him and flashed a smile, although she doubted if the man could see her smile through the darkness. She wanted him to know that he had no reason to be shy. And besides, her long, lonely trip had made her hungry for company.

The man, seeing her friendly gesture, rose from his seat, crossed the aisle, and sat down beside Bobbie Joe. The young girl moved over a little to make room. She smiled again, happy to have someone to talk to. The bus was still a good distance from her destination, and she was not at all sleepy.

"My name's Tom," said the man, whispering. "What's yours?"

Bobbie Joe told him her name, her eyes glancing over his buttoned overcoat and graying hair. At the same time, she could see his eyes traveling over her tight tee shirt.

"You're kind of young to be riding a cross-country bus by yourself, aren't you?" said the man, his knee pressing against Bobbie Joe's bare thigh.

"I don't think so," said the girl.

"Where are you headed?" he asked.

"To the city. To visit with my uncle. I'm pretty excited, too. It's the first time I've been away from the farm in my life. But my grandmother – that's who I've been living with since my parents died – she thinks it will be good for me to get away from the country for a while and see the big city."

"And she's right, too," said the man. "By the way, what does your uncle do?" Tom pressed closer with each sentence.

"Grandma says he owns a motel. He bought it right after his wife died, and he runs it with his two sons, Cousin Ken and Cousin Jim. I'll be helping them out."

"Your uncle is pretty lucky to have a niece as pretty as you. Are you sure this is your first time away from the farm?"

"Yes," said Bobbie Joe, sliding away from the man's pressing knee.

"I'll bet a big-titted girl like you must have had a rough time around all the farmhands. They probably couldn't keep their hands off you."

"What do you mean?" asked Bobbie Joe. "We didn't have no farmhands. Me and grandma and old Zeke, our mule, did all the work. We couldn't afford to hire anyone."

"Yes, but you must have been around some men at one time or another. What about the boys at school?"

"What about them?" asked Bobbie Joe. "I only went to school for three years. But I didn't mess without boys. Grandma saw that I should always stay away from them."

"You mean you're a virgin?" asked Tom, his hand resting on her bare thigh. The girl's cut-off jeans were very short.

"What's a virgin?" asked Bobbie Joe. "Never mind," said Tom, his hand now gliding up and down the girl's thigh. "But tell me, have you ever seen a prick?"

"What's a prick?" asked Bobbie Joe. She pressed closer, looking at the man through innocent, but curious, eyes.

"This is a prick!" said the man. He then unbuttoned his overcoat and opened it wide. "Do you like it?"

Bobbie Joe, her curiosity aroused, leaned over and looked at the thick hunk of meat protruding from the open zipper of the man's pants. As she watched, she could feel the man's fingers digging into her soft thigh. It was her first look at a man's cock, and she didn't know what to make of the fat object.

"Go on and touch it," said the man, grinning. "You don't have to be afraid of it. Pricks can't bite!"

"All right," said the girl. "If you're sure it's okay."

Bobbie Joe then reached out and placed one finger on the man's limp cock. When she was sure the prick wouldn't bite, she began to move her finger up and down its length. The man moved closer, his hand squeezing the young girl's thigh hard.

"Put your whole hand on my prick," said the man. "Goon!"

Bobbie Joe did as the man asked. As her hand glided up and down Tom's prick, the fat fuck cock began to harden. Excited by the cock's sudden growth, Bobbie Joe closed bier fingers around the thick shaft and moved her hand faster.

"Uungh! Oh, shit!" grunted Tom. "You learn fast!"

"It's so hot!" said Bobbie Joe. "It's burning my fingers!"

"That's all tight," said the man. "Just keep jerking it!"

"What's a prick for?" said Bobbie Joe. "What does it do?" Her hand continued to slide up and down the prick's length, stretching the thick skin and rattling the heavy balls.

"It's used for a couple of things," said the man, smiling.

"Tell me," said Bobbie Joe. "I want to know. It's so long and thick! Unmmmmm! I'm starting to like it!"

"All right, I'll tell you," said the man, looking around. "But keep your voice down. We don't want anyone to hear us. This is our little secret." His hand had moved up to her crotch and pressed into her warn jeans.

"Okay, I'll be quiet," said the girl, whispering.

"But please tell me what you use this big prick for." She squeezed the cock tight, her tiny hand barely able to hold it.

"You can suck it, or you can fuck it!" said the man.

"I don't understand," said Bobbie Joe. "What do you mean?" As she leaned over the hard cock, her big tits hung down heavily, stretching her tight tee shin.

"Use your tongue to lick it," said Tom, placing his hand on the back of her head. "Go on. Bend over and lick it!"

Bobbie Joe, with the man's assistance, bent over and flicked her tongue over the hard cock. Tasting nothing that would harm her, she then placed her tongue on the shaft and held it there. The man's heat ran up her tongue and into her mouth, and she sighed deeply.

"Now lick!" said Tom. He brushed her long blonde hair out of the way, gasping as it slid over his cock head.

Realizing the cock could do her no harm, Bobbie Joe began to run her tongue up and down its length. Tom unfastened his trousers and pushed them down to his knees – he wore no drawers. His entire cock was in plain view, and the young innocent country girl explored every inch of it.

"Aaaagh! Ohhhh!" moaned Tom, fondling the girl's big titties. "Shit, yeah!"

Bobbie Joe ran her tongue up one side of the mighty cock shaft and down the other side. She used her tongue to massage the thick, hairy nuts, her eagerness knocking them around. She caressed the fat cock bulb, circling the nerve-packed rim and delving into the piss hole. She covered the man's dick with her spit, while relishing the dicks heat and flavor.

"You lick pretty good for a beginner," said the man, his voice shaky. "But I always heard you farm girls learned fast." Then he said: "Now open your mouth wide and put the whole damn thing in your mouth. Go on, baby, suck on it!"

Bobbie Joe, pleased with the cock so far, grabbed hold of the shaft and stuffed the cock into her mouth. She had to stretch her lips wide to accommodate the big fucker, but she finally managed to wrap her lips around the swollen bulb. As the man gasped and squirmed, the young farm girl worked her lips down the thick prick, all the way to his nuts.

"Uuungh! Uungh!" moaned Tom, caressing the girl's hair. "That's the way, bitch! Suck on my prick!"