Donna Joe was alone. She was unconscious when the men had finally finished, and now she was sore and tired. She felt as if every bone in her body had been broken, like some kind of rag doll. She knew she had never been fucked like she'd been fucked that evening. The four men couldn't seem to get enough – over and over again they had fucked her mouth and her pussy. Then one had suggested her ass.
She couldn't remember exactly who it had been, but she thought it was Adam. She remembered fighting them and begging them not to do such an awful thing.
But Tim and Rich had grabbed her and held her over the card table. She remembered the way her tits had pressed flat against the cold table, and how Adam had stood behind her.
"Don't wiggle so, sugar," he had told her. "You're going to enjoy this." She remembered…
Donna Joe struggled, but the men wouldn't release her. She screamed from pain and fear as Adam pressed his bloated cock against her tiny puckered asshole.
"Don't worry, sugar," he said. "It's only going to hurt for a little while."
She screamed again as he pushed his bloated prick part-way into her hole. She knew he hadn't used anything and that her asshole was dry. The feeling was uncomfortable, but none of the men cared. They became excited by watching Adam. Tim moved closer to the table and made her take his prick in her hand.
"Hold it tight, baby," Tim said. "Play with it while Adam fucks your big ass."
Donna Joe couldn't do anything else. She held his prick tightly while Adam pressed his big cock into her asshole. The feeling grew hotter and more painful. She tried to wiggle but that only seemed to excite him more.
"That's it, bitch," Adam moaned. "Try and get away. Moving your ass only makes it better."
She tried to stay still but found she couldn't do that for long – the pain was just too intense. Adam finally drove his hot prick all the way into her tight asshole, and she felt his balls rest against her asscheeks.
"Feel that, bitch," he groaned. "Feel that. Your hot ass feels so good. Like putting your prick in hard butter."
Adam began to move his prick deep into her ass, then half halfway out of her asshole, then deep inside again. He moved faster and she heard his balls slap her skin.
"You little bitch," he moaned. "You hot little bitch. I love your ass! I love your hot ass!"
"Fuck her good," the other men urged. "Fuck her ass good!"
It was over so quickly. She felt his thick cock grow inside of her, then the first hot jism splattered her insides.
"Shit," Adam groaned. "Shit. I love your ass, bitch! I love your sweet ass! Shit! Shit!"
He filled her ass with his come, but his prick was only the beginning. In another moment Rich started to drive his cock into her tight ass, and she knew it was only a matter of time before they all fucked her ass.
"Bastard!" she screamed.
"I've got to get out of here," Donna Joe said. "Now."
Donna Joe was still alone, but had slipped out of the room that had been provided by the club. She timed it just right and arrived at the station for the midnight bus at the right moment.
A few minutes later she was on her way out of town. She didn't think Bo would miss her. He had used her for a while, but soon he would find someone else. Another young girl would come along, and…
Donna Joe secretly wanted to go home, but knew she could never go there. Her mother would never allow her back into the house, not after what she'd done.
Donna Joe had no other family except for an uncle somewhere up North. She had never met him. She'd only heard her mother talk about him. Besides, she had no money to get to him. She had only five dollars – enough to buy one decent meal.
"Oh damn it!" Donna Joe said loudly. "Nothing else that bad can happen to me!"
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.
"Keep using your tongue like that," he moaned. "Oh Christ, that feels so good!"
She let her hair brush against his thighs as she moved her head back and forth. She had never known any man who didn't get excited when her hair brushed his flesh. He grabbed the back of her head and jabbed his cock-meat as deep as he could into her mouth.
"Shit, you feel so good," he moaned. "You feel so fucking good. I want your pussy! I want to have a piece of your sweet ass!"
"Yessss," she groaned as she pulled her mouth off of his cock.
She thought she'd never met a man as excited as this bus driver – he was hot for her lush young body. She put her fingers to his cock as she slid up the bed on her back. She opened her thighs and showed him her red-lipped cunt once more.
"Come on, sugar," she whispered. "Come on and put that big fat cock in me!"
He jumped on top of her like a bull in heat. He forced her legs apart so he could reach her easier, then slipped his big hands underneath her and cupped her plump asscheeks. She squealed with delight when she felt his throbbing prick press against her, rubbing the silky skin of her belly and leaking hot come cream on her.
"God," she gasped. "Put it in! Put that fucking big stick in my cunt!"
She was tired but impatient, and wanted to feel his massive cock filling her cunt. His stiff prick would wipe out the sick memory of the way she had acted with the redhead.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and frantically began to wiggle her pussy against him.
More of his cream wet her belly. His fingers gripped her asscheeks tighter and she felt him moving around to get his cock into the light position. She sighed with pleasure when she felt his bloated prick finally rest against her wet cunt. She felt his wet cockhead push between the sensitive lips of her cunt, filling her hot pussy in the way that she needed.
"Put it in," she whispered. "Put it all the way in me! Put it in deep!"
He moved forward slowly and she felt his hot cock-meat slip deeply into her cunt. She was tired of his slow pace, so she slid her hands down his broad back and hunched violently against his body. His prick jabbed into her like a burning poker. She felt his heavy come-filled balls resting against her cunt lips.
"Ahhhhh yes," she groaned. "That's how I like it! I like your cock deep!"
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "I've never felt a pussy like yours! Never!"
She arched her back so that her big, hot titties mashed against his chest. She squeezed her cuntal muscles and felt his prick throb with excitement and knew he wasn't just talking. He really was turned-on by the snug fit of her wet cunt. She squeezed her cunt muscles again and felt the ripples of pleasure going through her body. God, he was going to be a good fuck!
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Really fuck me! Make me feel like a cunt!"
She wrapped her long legs tightly around his back and felt the delicious warmth of his fat prick as it slid deeper into her pussy. She moved her ass in a slow rhythm that seemed to drive him crazy. She felt him start to move, pushing his bloated prick in and out of her cunt with the same slow pace.
She loved it. She felt his bloated cock rub her hard clitty, sending shivers through her body. She felt her nipples grow harder and more sensitive. She frantically kissed his cheek before his mouth covered hers and she tasted his tongue in her mouth. She pushed her tongue against his for a few moments before moving her head away.
"Oh God," she moaned. "You're making me feel so good! Fuck me faster! Your hot dick feels so good!"
"You are a sweet fucking bitch," the bus driver groaned.
She heard him gasp as he began to slam his prick into her cunt as quickly as he could. She felt the hot swelling of his prickhead as it rubbed her clit, and ripples of pleasure shook her body with each hot stroke.
"Oh God, you sweet bastard, fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me! Give me all of your big dick! I love your cock! I love being fucked! Fuck me good!"
She felt hot and wicked as she moved beneath him. She went crazy with her wiggling ass, humping up to meet his beautiful, big cock. She had forgotten all about the redhead and about the things that had been done to her. All that mattered now was this big bus driver's prick, and how good it felt sliding into her.
"That's it," she groaned. "I love being fucked! God, I love your big dick!"
She felt herself coming – this bus driver really knew what to do with his prick! Her wet juices flooded his prick, allowing him to slide into her cunt like butter. It was so good!
"I'm coming," she gasped. "You're making me came. Oh God, it feels so good. So good! I'm coming! EEEEEEE!"
He gave it to her faster and harder and she knew he was only seconds away from coming himself. At the last moment he took his hot cock out of her and moved up her body. He placed his hot prick between her big tits and pushed them together with his hands. He began to move back and forth between her tits. This had never been done to her before and she looked down and saw that the red eye of his cock almost touched her chin.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to come this way the first time, baby," he groaned. "I want to see my come all over your face."
It seemed lewd but she also felt excited by it. She suddenly realized that this bus driver could make her feel things she'd never felt before.
"I'm nearly there, baby," he groaned. "I'm almost there! Oh shit, you feel so good!"
She felt the first heavy drops as they hit her cheeks, but didn't turn her head. She watched with fascination as his prick moved faster.
"Pussy," he groaned. "You pussy! Oh shit. You feel so good! So fucking good!"
His hot cream spurted from the end of his bloated cock. She felt the thick rivers of his come running down her face and dripping between the valley of her tits. She licked at her come-smeared cheeks with her tongue.
"Shit," he said. "You are something else. You are really something else!"
She felt happy for the first time in a long while.