J. Watson - 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.