J. Watson - Farm girl in heat

Donna Joe angrily kicked out at the seat ahead of her.

She was lucky that she was alone on the bus. The bus driver had heard her and looked into his rear view mirror. He watched for a few moments and then reined, evidently deciding that she wasn't harmful.

Donna Joe snuggled down into her seat and drifted off to sleep. She was very tired. She had no idea how long she'd been sleeping when she felt the bus driver's rough hand shake her awake.

"Hey," he said. "This is where you get off, hon. This is as far as your ticket will take you."

She thanked him, picked up her bag and walked off the bus. She felt the driver's eyes on her back and knew what he was thinking. She was beginning to learn about men – they all wanted the same thing. She knew he would follow her inside.

She made her way into the little coffee shop and took a seat at the counter, ordering a hamburger and a cup of coffee. As she waited she saw the big, husky bus driver come in.

She sighed as what she had expected happened – he came straight toward her and sat down on the stool next to her. She noticed that he no longer wore his wedding band. He thought he was being tricky, but it didn't mean a damn thing to her anyway.

"Aren't you awfully young to be out alone?" the driver asked.

"I guess so," she admitted.

The waiter brought the hamburger, and she didn't realize how hungry she was until she bit into it. She was famished. She had worked hard that evening.

"Slow down with that," the driver said. "You'll make yourself sick."

"I didn't know a person could get so hungry," she said between big bites.

"Have you been on the road long?" he asked.

"Not really," she answered.

"You have friends meeting you?" he questioned.

She knew what he was leading up to and started to wonder if going along with him might not be such a bad idea. Being with a man could erase the awful feeling that the redhead had left her with, and it might even give her a place to spend the night.

"No," Donna Joe said. "I was hoping to find a motel or something for tonight. I was going to move on in the morning."

He smiled. She knew that she hadn't fooled him, and he knew that she was broke and hungry, and that she didn't have the money to rent a room. He was like a vulture hovering above her – the kill had already been made, and he could take his time.

"You won't find many motels around here," the bus driver said. "They're expensive and they're usually booked in advance."

"Oh?" she questioned.

"Yeah," he said. "Listen, I hate to see a young girl all alone. A lot of awful things could happen. I have a little room near the bus station. I keep it for my overnight runs."

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered. "I'd be glad to share it with you."

There was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes – he wanted her badly. He wasn't a bad looking man. In fact, looking at him made her feel a little warm.

She finished her hamburger in a couple of bites.

"All right," she agreed.

He took her arm and they walked to his studio apartment. It was close to the bus station and was very small – there was barely enough room for the big bed. She stepped inside and felt his hand gently touch her ass.

"It's not much," he said, "but it's clean and comfortable. It's a nice place to spend the night."

When she didn't try to stop him, his hand grew bolder. She felt him squeeze the plump cheeks of her ass, running his finger along the line of her crack. She felt her knees shake and went to sit down on the bed.

"I'm very tired," she said.

"You look tired, baby," he said. "A little nap wouldn't hurt you, nor would a little massage."

She shivered when she remembered the last massage she'd received. It was the very same evening, but now it seemed so long ago. She stretched out on the bed and felt her skirt slide up her thighs.

"What do you want to massage?" she asked him. "My back or my front?"

"Your front, baby," he said quickly. "That's the best part."

She offered no resistance as he sat down beside her and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. She could see the hot lust in his eyes. He quickly had her blouse unbuttoned and slipped his hands inside the loose folds to caress her big tits.

"Mmmm," he said. "You feel nice and hot, baby. Don't you ever wear a bra?"

"Sure," she said, "but I left in kind of a hurry. I didn't have time to put it on."

He laughed loudly. He seemed to enjoy playing with her big, hot tits. He started to make her nipples hard, then leaned over and kissed one brown nipple. She sighed.

"Ummm," she said, "You sure do know how to make a girl shiver all over."

He laughed again, then she felt her hot titty-flesh slowly being sucked into his mouth. She sighed as his tongue rolled over her hard nipple and his teeth nipped her flesh. She arched her back and pushed more of her tit into his mouth, and at the same time stroked the back of his head.

"You're sweet," she groaned. "Oh, you are very nice."

He put his mouth to her belly and slid his lips down to the top of her skirt. She felt his hands slip up the back of her thighs to cup her asscheeks.

"I like your ass," he groaned. "I like a young girl with a nice-looking ass. I like to feel it. I like to watch the young girls all day long and think about feeling their pretty asses."

"You can feel mine all you want," she sighed. "All that you want."

His hands went underneath her panties, and she felt his fingers playing at her crack again. His tongue moved lower, kissing the front of her skirt.

"Pull my skirt up," Donna Joe moaned. "I don't mind. I want you too. Pull my skirt up."

He didn't waste any time. He jerked her skirt up to her waist and slid her flimsy panties down her beautifully formed legs. He spread her legs and took a long look at her exposed cunt.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Shit!" he groaned. "You have one of the most beautiful cunts I've ever seen. It makes a man want to grind his face in your snatch."

"Well, there's nothing stopping you," she said.

His face disappeared between her legs. She gasped as she felt his experienced tongue stab deep into her pussy. His lips seemed to suck her cunt into his mouth.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus!"

She thought she was too tired to fuck, but this man had lit the fires in her again. She no longer worried about being scarred by the redhead's treatment of her – she could still enjoy a man. The feeling of a man's hard, muscular body against hers was much better than the softness of a woman.

"Oh kiss me," she moaned. "Kiss me up here."

She pulled his head up and he moved over her body. She held his face in her gentle hands and kissed his mouth. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth and tasted her own cunt juices. The taste was lewdly exciting.

They rubbed their tongues together for a few minutes until she couldn't stand it any longer. She wanted him naked. She pushed him away and quickly started to strip him.

"You have a good, strong body," she whispered as she ran her hands through the curly hair on his chest. "I like a man with a muscular body."

She slipped off his trousers and found that his cock was only half-hard, but it was a monster anyway. She circled her fingers around the pulsating shaft and felt it grow stiff.

"Jesus, baby," he groaned. "You've got nice hands."

She decided to show him the other things she had that were nice. She fell to her knees in front of him and held the sensitive ridge of his cock in her fingers while she licked the bloated shaft. She tasted his cream against her tongue and slowly slipped her lips over the entire head of his shaft.

"Dear Jesus," he groaned. "Dear holy Jesus!"

She worked his cock all the way into her throat. She tasted more of his cream and felt his hips jerk. The throbbing of his prick told her that he hadn't had any pussy for a long time.