J. Watson - Farm girl in heat

"All right, baby," Glenn said. "Go ahead and dress."

She reached for his limp cock, her slim fingers circling around it. Her hand moved up and dawn.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Glenn asked. He looked shocked as he jerked her away from his cock. "Didn't you get enough?"

"Please," she said. "I just want it a little longer. Just a little longer. Please."

"I'll be Goddamned," Glenn said, shaking his head. "You are a cunt, aren't you? And I thought you looked so sweet. I was worried about touching virgin stuff."

Glenn dressed quickly and got out of the truck. His friend Hank came out of the truck stop with a can of beer in his hand. He was grinning.

"Was it good?" Hank asked.

"Fuck yes," Glenn answered. He took the beer from Hank and drank deeply. "Hell, I never would have believed it. She's like a wild animal when you get her going."

"I told you," Hank said. "I sure can pick up the sweet-feeling ones."

Donna Joe realized that the two men were finished with her. They had used her like an animal, and now they stood outside the truck bragging about their conquest. They weren't worried about how she felt, how she had been left unsatisfied.

"Get out of the fucking truck," Glenn said.

She quickly gathered her clothes and dressed, then slipped out of the truck and stood on trembling legs. She felt used, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that she knew she would get right back into the truck if either of them asked her to. She was still hot and ready.

Hank pushed her against the truck and cupped her titties with his rough hands, only this time it wasn't a caress. He almost hurt her, and his eyes looked ugly. She tried not to scream out in pain, because she knew that would make him angry.

"Bitch," Hank said softly. "You enjoyed it. You enjoyed having cock. Tell me the truth."

"Yes," she admitted.

"Then I don't want you to ever tell anybody about what happened or I'll find you and I'll start breaking your bones. Do you want me to break your bones?"

"No," she moaned. He really was hurting her now.

"Then you remember what I told you. Nobody must ever know or you'll be in a world of shit. Just keep your cunt mouth closed. Keep it closed."

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "Anything you say."

Hank grinned as he released her, and gave her a hard slap on the asscheeks. The slap brought tears to her eyes. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry, but she couldn't hide it.

"Now get the fuck out of here," Hank told her. "Take off, and remember what I told you."

"I'll remember," Donna Joe said softly.

Donna Joe barely stopped long enough to speak to her mother as she hurried through the big kitchen to the stairs. She took the steps two at a time, then closed and locked her bedroom door behind her. She panted as she stripped her dress over her head and quickly took off the rest of her clothes.

She had played with herself before but had never been this hot. She could hardly stand the sensation of heat on the insides of her creamy thighs.

She fell down on her bed and rolled over on her stomach, then lifted her ass slightly and slipped one hand underneath her. She easily found the plump cunt lips with her fingertips.

"Ahhhhhh," she said softly as she slipped three fingers into her wet, burning cunt.

God, it feels good, she thought as her fingers moved around in the tightness of her cunt, but it didn't feel good enough. What she needed was a good stiff cock to fill her cunt, the same way her pussy had been filled earlier that evening. If only the two men could have satisfied her… but there was no use dreaming. Her working fingers only made her hotter without bringing her any satisfaction.

She sighed. She thought that maybe a good, long shower would help. She felt a little lifeless as she went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water. She stayed under the water for a long time, and was clean and sweet-smelling when she finally got out.

But the water hadn't helped the itch between her thighs, and she still needed satisfaction: a good, stiff cock – any cock. She needed to have her pussy hole filled before she went crazy.

She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. She had never been this way before. Sure, she had thought of boys, but never of cocks before. She had never been filled with thoughts of long, hard cocks. Jesus, what was the matter with her?

She heard the front door open, then her father's loud voice and her mother's complaining tone. The usual fight had started, and Donna Joe knew the argument would last a long time. The usual thing would happen next: he would take her upstairs. Donna Joe would then hear the sighs and the creaking of the old bedsprings. Her father was often horny when he came home from a heavy night of drinking.

Donna Joe put on her nightgown and wrapped a robe around herself. She hated to go downstairs but she thought that a cold drink and television might help her.

She was nearly downstairs when she realized that this argument sounded more serious than the usual ones did.

"Goddamn it, woman," her father yelled. "I don't have to explain myself to you!"

"What do you think I am?" her mother said coldly. "Do you think I'm an idiot? I know you've been out with that Taylor woman again. You go out with her and she won't let you have any and then you come home to me. Well, I'm not going to stand for it any longer."

"What the fuck do you intend doing about it?" her father asked.

"I don't know," her mother answered, "but I know one thing. You won't be welcome in my bedroom tonight."

Donna Joe's mother sobbed as she ran up the stairs. Her mother hardly glanced at Donna Joe, and she felt a little shaken but still wanted a cold drink.

She found her father leaning against the kitchen sink. She had been around her father many times but had never before noticed how big and powerful-looking he was. His strong, hairy hands gasped a beer.

"Where the hell you been tonight?" her father asked.

Donna Joe saw that his mood was very ugly. There was no point in trying to explain that she had only been out to look for him. He wouldn't understand that, and his mood would only get uglier.

"No place," Donna Joe answered.

"Shit," her father said. "I bet you been out with some boy. What's his name?"

"I haven't been out with any boy," she said.

"You Goddamn lying bitch!"

She wasn't prepared for the fist he suddenly swung at her. He hit her on the side of the head and sent her sprawling on the hard kitchen floor. She saw him standing over her, slowly taking off his thick belt.

"Please," she whispered. "Oh please don't hurt me."

"You bitch. You lying bitch. You were out with some young stud. Tell me the truth!"

"Oh no!" she screamed. She scrambled off the floor and ran from him, running for her life. She knew he meant to hurt her. She tripped on the rug in the living room and fell forward, and felt the stinging slap of the belt.

"Please don't," she begged. "Oh please!"

He kept hitting her as she tried to get away from him. She was breathing quickly as her robe tore open. Her big tits rose and fell beneath her thin gown.

She backed up against the couch and found she could go no further. She held her head down, expecting the blows, but suddenly her father stopped hitting her. She looked up and saw him staring at her. He licked his lips and stared at her the same way Glenn and Hank had started earlier.

It didn't make any difference that he was her father. She felt the hot blood boiling in her body, and felt the same wet warmth between her creamy thighs. She had no panties on and knew he could see almost all of her lush young body through the sheerness of her gown.

She experienced a moment of shyness and started to pull her robe together, but his thick hand stopped her.