Chapter 5

The next morning Shirley watched as Dinky climbed into the cab of the truck. He was wearing a white jersey and blue jeans, and his plaid cap was pulled over his ears in imitation of the cap worn by Dan Hallbrook. He still looked pitifully small and thin, but the glow on his face was brilliant. It was such a small favor to do for a child! To Dinky it was obviously like giving him the world on a silver platter.

Shirley was grateful to Dan for treating the episode so casually, acting as if the child were an adult partner. She handed up a small lunch box that was the same as Dan's and raised her hand in a farewell salute. Dan reached over and slammed the door shut on Dinky's side of the cab.

"Let's get rolling," Dan said loudly. "Those crane operators don't wait for anybody."

Shirley turned and made her way back into the house, grateful that she had so much housework and cooking on her mind. She was so busy, in fact, that it was several hours before she was aware of what others in the household were doing.

Meanwhile Jenny Winsted was kept busy on the telephone, arranging the details of the buffet supper to be served at the Country Club dance, which had been moved up to a week from Saturday. In keeping with her daughter's idea that the club members and their guests were going to appear in the costumes of their native states, she had asked that the buffet supper feature food typical of the states.

There was instant protest from the president of the executive committee. There were fifty states in the Union, she pointed out, and she was certainly not going to encourage any such elaborate plans for a buffet. Even though they had decided to enlarge the scope of the dance and make it a community affair, there was no need to go overboard. It was true that ten dollars of the thirty the individual tickets would cost would be donated to a fund for handicapped children. But, she noted, the more money they spent on food, the less would be available to the fund.

Jenny had grudgingly conceded that this was true and had compromised on a buffet representative of each of the New England states. She herself was to concentrate on baked beans, which she knew were easy for Shirley to make. The other ladies, as she was finding out this morning, were not too eager to volunteer many other types of food. The first five she talked to suggested making raised doughnuts, but Jenny was firm in asking for such items as ham salad, cole slaw, and potato bread.

She paused for a moment to rest and to reflect on the orneriness of human nature in general and the women of Burrbridge in particular, when suddenly the telephone beside her rang.

"Hello, Mrs. Winsted. This is Joe Hamilton," a pleasant voice said in her ear. "I have to go over to Stanton this morning, I wondered if Dolly wanted to ride along with me and have lunch over there. Is she around?"

"Yes-no." Jenny's thoughts were racing. "I mean, she's around, but she isn't in the house right now."

"Where did she go?"

"She went for a walk in the woods." At the startled exclamation on the other end of the wire, Jenny added hastily, "I am sure she will be back soon."

Jenny remembered that her daughter had paused in the doorway to wave while she had been on the phone talking with one of the women. Although Dolly had said something vague about a walk in the woods, it had not occurred to her mother until now that this was a strange thing for Dolly to do. The woods were not too overgrown, nor was there any danger of Dolly getting lost. But her daughter was not given to taking solitary walks. Perhaps this was not a solitary walk. Somehow it seemed to Jenny that she recalled a flash of red hair going by the living room window and headed down the driveway in the general direction of the woods. As if in answer to her thoughts, Joe Hamilton was demanding:

"Is Dolly alone?"

There was a note of suspicion in Joe's voice that caused Jenny to hesitate before admitting that she did now know. "I-well," she said after a moment's thought, "I'm pretty sure Dinky and George Weaver are with her. We, that is, she felt the child should have a change of scene."

Joe instantly sounded relieved and hung up.

Jenny Winsted was not one to suspect anyone unnecessarily, and never before has she had reason to distrust her daughter Dolly.

She went quickly upstairs; the doors of all the bedrooms were open, all the beds neatly made. There was no one but herself on the floor. The sound of Shirley struggling with the clothes washer came faintly from the basement. Tom Sanders could not possibly be down there. He must be with Dolly.

The young truckman and Dolly were indeed together at the edge of the woods. But Jenny would have been reassured if she could have overheard their conversation.

Dolly was sitting on a fallen log, a red sweater flung over her shoulders. Tom Sanders leaned back against a pine tree nearby, smoking and looking around at the view.

"I was talking with Shirley for a few minutes this morning," Dolly said sweetly. "She tells me that you and Dan have three of these tremendous trucks working in as many different states. Isn't that quite a big business for two young men to be in?"

"It took quite a lot of capital to get started, but my uncle helped out some, and Dan's father did, too. We've been in operation almost two years. We're clearing up our debts fast. We've already had about twelve jobs in various parts of the country."

"I bet, like the sailors, you have girls in every port. Only, in your case, I imagine it's a girl in every city, town or village where you stay," Dolly said coquettishly.

"I've never seen any girl as pretty as you, ma'am." Tom's smile dared her to accept that statement at face value.

"But," Dolly persisted, "any man as attractive as you are would undoubtedly have many chances for romantic adventure." Tom shrugged this off. "But Shirley tells me that truck drivers are not the marrying type."

Tom left his post against the pine tree and came over to sit beside her. "How did we get on such an uninteresting subject as me?" he demanded. "Here I am all ready to talk about how silky your hair is in the sunlight and how I seem to melt down when you look at me with those big baby-blue eyes. You're just wasting time, ma'am, when you talk about me or the trucking business."

Dolly snatched her hand away, but not very far. It rested, palm up, near her side. That was the trouble with trying to talk to men, she pouted. They always expected you wouldn't understand anything about business. They never gave you credit for understanding about life and how serious and important it was to plan carefully for the future. She had expected that he would be different; he seemed a more understanding man.

He understood very well, Tom Sanders declared. He understood that what a woman really wanted was good loving, and he was prepared to give her that right then and there in the woods.

"Tom!" Dolly exclaimed, taken aback by his ravings. "How can we do it out here ... like animals?"

"Since I'm an animal, I'll show you," he growled.

With that, the handsome trucker took the young blonde in his muscular arms and began to liberally kiss her pretty face. Though she loved the attention, Dolly couldn't help putting up some resistance. After all, doing it in the woods! What kind of perversion would she stoop to next?

"Tom ... maybe we should find someplace else ... to do it...." she whimpered.

"Be patient, honey," the young man replied. "Let me give you something I bet you've never had before!"

With that announcement, which peaked Dolly's interest though she still felt they were being quite depraved, the handsome trucker sat the girl on the ground with her back leaning against a wide log. Despite Dolly's whimpering protests, he undid her skirt, then as he stood up he drew it off.

"Wh-what are you doing to me?" Dolly moaned.

"I'm going to eat you out!" Tom declared. "You ever had your sweet pussy licked before?"

"OhGod ... no!"

"Well, you're going to like it a real lot!"

So saying, Tom took hold of the beautiful blonde's panties and tugged them down her long, smooth legs and tossed them aside. He grinned with satisfaction as he noticed that despite her modest reservations, Dolly's pink slit gleamed with droplets of glistening cunt juice. The girl's eyes were wide, not knowing what sensations to expect ... yet she knew that already their lewd conduct had made her feel very hot.

"So what do you say, baby?" the trucker teased.

Dolly lifted her legs and spread them. "Yes ... oh yes, Tom ... do what you want!"

Pleased by her crooning surrender, Tom fell to his knees on the soft grass and crawled between her white, widespread thighs. Her smooth flesh shuddered, reflecting the jolts of pleasure coursing through her heating body. Tom brought his mouth to hover at the dripping portal of her honeypot. Without touching her, he erotically blew streams of warm air up into her gleaming, pink slit.

"Ooooh ... Oh! Oh!" Dolly squealed, overwhelmed by this new-found form of love. "That feels so good!"

"Then see how you like this!" Tom cried.

The virile young man reached his fingers in to pry apart her slippery pussy lips. For a minute he allowed his fingers to sensuously rub the quivering flesh as Dolly's face flushed and she mewled with delight. He pried her entrance open farther and blew a long stream of hot air into her steaming interior.

"Jesus, Tom ... you're driving me insane!" Dolly wailed. "I never knew it could be like this!"

"There's a lot more to come, darling," the handsome young man murmured.

And to prove it, his tongue flicked out and slowly circled her dripping meat. Tiny slurping noises rose up into the forest air as Tom drank in the generous flow of cunt juice cascading out of her inflamed womb. Tentatively, the tip of his tongue was inserted between the warm pussy lips. It traveled only an inch into the blonde's grasping hole, but it was enough to ignite Dolly up to another level of ecstasy.

"Eeeee! Oh Tom ... oh God!" she moaned.

He decided to tease her for a minute more by letting his tongue remain at her pleasure portal as his hot breath panted up through her drenched canal. The young girl's face had twisted with naked lust and her delicate hands flailed the air.

"Oh honey, what you're doing to me!" Dolly squealed. "I can't take much more!"

Dolly's sounds of desire did not go unheard. The nearly hysterical cries reached Shirley's ears. The pretty brunette had decided to get out of the house for a while and relax by taking a stroll in the shady woods. At first she thought the noises were those of an animal in heat. Yet as she drew silently closer she realized ... they were the sounds of her beautiful cousin in heat! Discretion almost made her run away, yet Shirley found herself inexorably drawn to the source of the erotic activity. Then through the trees she saw the clearing and what was transpiring.

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "Wh-what is Tom doing to her? Is it ... what I think it is?"

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that it was. The wild experience with Dan flooded her mind as she saw the inexperienced Dolly getting the same treatment. And from the look of her, she was enjoying every second!

"Oh, the lucky girl!" Shirley cried with envy. "I know now that it feels so good ... to get eaten out!"

It was apparent that her blond cousin would not disagree. Dolly squirmed against the log, her legs raised in the air and entwined around the red-haired trucker's back, her fingers frantically fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Soon she had the garment open and her full, white breasts sprang into view. The observant brunette gasped with admiration as she gazed at her cousin's large, swollen knockers.

"She ... might have bigger tits than I do," Shirley breathed. "And look at the size of her nipples!"

The wide, red circles were certainly a delectable sight to behold. As her cousin watched, Dolly's rosy buds stiffened sensuously, making her boobs rise toward the sky. In a frenzy, the young blonde began to massage her aching melons in a slow, stroking motion.

"She looks so hot," Shirley murmured. "And I'm getting hot watching her!"

Sure enough, viewing the erotic action had caused her loins to stir with strong feminine need. She felt her panties dampen with steady trickles of warm love-juice. She desperately wished she was Dolly because the increasing need of her pussy could certainly use a man's tongue.

"Stick it in more, Tom!" the flushed blonde pleaded. "Please give me more of your tongue!"

Shirley was now at the edge of the clearing. She saw that the muscular trucker was about to comply with her cousin's fervently expressed desire. He reached underneath, grabbing two luscious handfuls of soft asscheeks, and lifted her off the grass for a better angle. Then, in one smooth, powerful motion, he thrust his tongue deep into the mewling girl's drenched inner recesses.

"Yeeeaaahhh!" Dolly screamed. "Oooowweee!"

The passionate blonde felt like she was about to go soaring above the trees as her twat was filled with tongue. Tom's invading prod was not content to lie there-immediately after achieving full insertion in the young girl's blazing furnace he began to vigorously move it around, lewdly rubbing and licking Dolly's clenched cunt walls. Torrents of syrupy, musk-scented juice coursed into his feasting mouth.

"Christ! Oh shit oh my pussy!" Dolly howled. Her exclamations were abruptly halted by the large, erect nipple she popped into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily.

"She can't take much more," Shirley observed. "This is incredible-I can't believe I'm about to watch my cousin Dolly have an orgasm!"

Then the voluptuous brunette began to wonder if Dolly wasn't going to be the only one to reach the ultimate in female satisfaction. The demands of her own body were rapidly mounting, yet Shirley tried to hold herself in check.

"I ... I shouldn't masturbate while watching them!" she whined. "It's too perverse ... so depraved ... but, oh God, I don't think I can help it!"

Her moral warnings had no effect in the face of her increasing sexual yearning. Only vaguely aware of her actions, the horny brunette undid her jeans. In a quick motion she tugged them and her damp panties down to her knees. When her trembling hand covered her bushy, moist mound, she could feel the hot throbbing of her wet twat. Slowly, agonizingly, her fingers crawled down until they were poised at the steaming entrance of her overexcited passageway.

"Ohhh ... I have to," she moaned. "I have to finger-fuck myself right away!"

Casting her inhibitions aside, the inflamed young girl allowed her quivering fingers to vigorously rub her slippery pussy lips. Instantly, the digits were coated with warm, gleaming juice. Bracing herself against the trunk of a tree, she pressed her middle finger deep into her blazing hole.

"Ooooh ... oh Jesus!" she mewled. "I wish I was getting my cunt licked ... but this will have to do ... I have to masturbate immediately."

As she continued her agonizing activity, Shirley's eyes were riveted on her cousin's contorted face. She then saw that Tom was wasting little time in bringing the fiery blonde to the point of no return. As Dolly alternated from tit to tit, quickly popping one aching nipple after another into her furiously sucking mouth, the handsome trucker's head was bobbing between the girl's white, shuddering thighs. His long tongue pistoned in and out like a jackhammer.

"Tom! Oh Tom! I'm going to ... can't hold it in!" Dolly screamed at the top of her lungs.

Her hysterical cry served to urge the young man to tongue-fuck at an even faster rate. Dolly's eyes grew wide and her hips began to buck out of control. Before Shirley's astonished gaze, her cousin found a howling release.

"Can't stop ... myself ... Oooow wwaaahhh!!!"

Dolly thrashed against the log, battering it with her smooth flesh, as an intense orgasm roared through her. A series of high-pitched whining exclamations escaped her throat as she was lost in a world of red-misted climax. Shirley shoved her stiffened finger in and out of her burning pussy faster and faster as she watched her young cousin explode.

When Dolly's writhing subsided, and she lay cooing with contentment, Tom stood up. "I thought you'd like that," he said, his chin glistening with pussy juice.

"Oh yes, Tom ... it was wonderful," Dolly moaned.

Suddenly, both lovers were thoroughly startled by a wailing exclamation from the woods. Their eyes bulged with amazement as Shirley dashed into the clearing. The flushed brunette had removed her jeans and panties from around her slender legs, and as she advanced into the clearing she quickly shed her blouse. She stood before Dolly and Tom in all her naked, curvaceous splendor, her full chest heaving with desire.

"I saw what you were doing," Shirley said breathlessly, "and it got me so horny I can't stand it! Please, Tom, eat me out, too!"

"Shirley, what are you saying?" Dolly cried.

"I'm saying I need my pussy licked before I go crazy!" the young girl screamed. "Tom, I beg you, eat me!"

"My pleasure, hot stuff!" the delighted trucker replied. "But on one condition."

As the two beautiful girls waited to see what that condition would be, Tom casually removed his clothes until his firm, muscular build was totally revealed. Both girls simultaneously licked their full, red lips as they observed his long, thick staff that jutted out from between two hard, hairy balls. He directed the dribbling tip at Dolly.

"My condition is ... this blonde cutie sucks on this while I lick her cousin's twat!"

The two voluptuous girls gasped with a similar thought-three people having sex at the same time! How depraved can people get? Yet neither one cared ... Shirley's urgent need overcame any hesitation; and the sight of the succulent manmeat made Dolly shudder with renewed desire.

"Yes, Tom, I'll do it!" the frisky blonde cried. "I'll blow you while ... Shirley sits on your face!"

"Yes, that's what I want!" the brunette exclaimed. "I want my pussy on Tom's face!"

"Then let's get down to it, girls!" Tom said with glee.

Dolly got up from the grass and the frisky trucker took her place against the log. Not wanting to deny her needs another second, Shirley bent down and straddled Tom's head, positioning her dripping twat just above the trucker's salivating mouth. Dolly did not hesitate, either. She crawled between Tom's sturdy, widespread legs and placed her head so that her pretty mouth hovered directly over the young man's massive lurching staff. Her tongue rolled out and lapped up a delicious dribble of warm pre-cum.

"Hurry, Tom," Shirley begged, her eyes rolling. "Lick my hot pussy!"

"Yes, honey ... do it while I blow you!" Dolly called, her small fingers stroking his shaft.

No response was needed from the handsome trucker except for him to reach his tongue up and touch the brunette's fibrillating twat lips. At the first touch of his prod, Shirley felt as though she had come into contact with a live wire. Her body shook, making her swollen boobs jiggle provocatively. She reached up to grab the dancing jugs. Her fingers took hold of her stiff nipples and pinched the aching buds, causing her to mewl with erotic delight. She pressed her mound down, completely covering Tom's feasting face.

"That's the way, big man!" she shrieked. "Eat me ... eat mmmeeeee!"

Tom readily complied. He shoved his tongue upward, forcing it between the horny brunette's drenched, shuddering cunt walls. He reached around and grabbed her hips, thrusting her inflamed twat down onto his slippery prod. With a squeal of ecstasy, Shirley felt her womb fill up with rampaging tongue. She squirmed on his face, grasping in all he had to offer.

"Oh my God ... feels so good!" she groaned.

Tom groaned too as he felt the effects of Dolly's passionate ministrations. The feisty blonde was giving his out-thrust prick the full benefit of her cock-sucking experience. As her fingers gently stroked his purple-veined shaft, her tongue agonizingly -rimmed his pulsing cockhead. She moaned with pleasure at each dribble of man-juice she lapped up. Then, opening her drooling mouth wide, she fed all of his thick pork into her warm, hungry orifice.

"God ... Dolly ... oh shit!" Tom yelped.

Further utterances were prevented by the frantic battering of Shirley's cunt against his face. The beautiful brunette realized her release could not be denied much longer and she wanted to get all she could. Sensing her approaching climax, the muscular trucker rammed his tongue in and out in longer, powerful thrusts. Rapidly flowing cunt juice oozed into his mouth and loud slurping noises filled the air.

"Ooooh ... Agggaahhh!" Shirley squealed. "Can't take much more ... of this! Eeeeee!"

Her warning was almost immediately proved true as Shirley felt her inner barriers disintegrating. The pent-up climax was set free and it roared through her writhing body. Totally out of control, she rubbed her exploding pussy along Tom's face and frantically hopped up and down on his stiffened tongue.

"Aaaaiiiiieeeee!!!!!" the climaxing brunette shrieked.

In addition to having his face battered by detonating twat, the handsome trucker found that Dolly was mounting an erotic attack on his phallus. The full, throbbing length of his meat was securely lodged in the frisky blonde's moist orifice. When with a whimper of satisfaction Shirley collapsed to the side, he looked down and saw that Dolly's smooth cheeks were concave as she powerfully sucked his wong, vacuuming in his rapidly dribbling pre-cum.

"Yeah, hot stuff, go to it!" he yelled, his nuts aching with spinning jism. "Blow that pole!"

And this Dolly did with relish. The lusty young girl began to move her head up and down on his stick, her lips and tongue working the length of his shaft.

Suddenly, she let his red member slip out. "Please, Tom, I want it in my pussy!" she begged.

"God, yes!" the excited trucker shouted. "Sit on it!"

Shirley spoke up. "But ... I want to suck cock, too." Then the luscious brunette had a truly perverse thought, yet she couldn't ignore its excitingly lewd implications. "Maybe ... I can suck even while Dolly's fucking you!"

Tom could only moan deliriously in agreement. Dolly was perplexed until Shirley demonstrated how the acrobatic feat could be accomplished. The brunette crawled between Tom's legs so that her flushed face was next to his out-thrust pecker. Her blonde cousin straddled the lurching phallus.

"Keep putting his dick in and out of your twat, Dolly," Shirley advised. "Every time it slips out, I'll suck it!"

"Oh my God, it's so depraved!" the blonde mewled. "But I love it!"

"Hurry, girls!" Tom breathed. "Can't hold it in for long!"

Urged on by his evident need, the two beautiful cousins went right to work. Squealing with joy, Dolly pushed herself down onto the trucker's large prick, Shirley gazing with delight as it disappeared deep into her cousin's belly. Somehow Dolly fit all of it in, filling her inflamed pussy with pulsating prong. Then, when she allowed it to emerge, Shirley covered the glistening member with her hungry mouth and sucked in the sweet combination of pre-cum and pussy juice.

"Jesus ... too much!" Dolly and Tom chorused.

The needs of their bodies took full command. In a wild frenzy, Dolly jumped up and down on the big pole and Shirley applied her tongue wherever she could-Tom's dick, Dolly's gaping slit it didn't matter. It wasn't long before her two friends reached the breaking point.

"Aaahhh! Can't hold...." Tom screamed. "I'm ... Arrrggg!!!"

"Me too!" Dolly shrieked. "Here I ... mmeee ... Mmmeeeeel!!"

Shirley was in danger of being decapitated by the wildly thrashing and humping bodies of the trucker and her cousin. The lusty brunette continued to work her tongue and lips as Tom piled wad after molten wad of cum into the climaxing Dolly. His load was so large that it spilled out and ran down the blonde's quaking thighs. Joyfully, Shirley's tongue lapped up all of the boiling manjuice she could. The cries of all three soared above the tree-tops into the atmosphere.

Some time later; Tom moaned, "You Northern girls sure know how to party!"

Licking their lips with satisfaction, the two cousins grinned.