Trucker Woman (Part 3)
After classes ended, Yulia hurried to the local bus that took her to the crossroads leading to her home village. Briskly hopping off at her stop, she ran to her older sister Vika at the farm where she worked as a milkmaid. After finishing work, the girls, having leisurely completed their tasks, headed home. However, Vika, because her replacement was late, ended up staying over an hour longer, which quite upset her younger sister.
Vika and Yulia walked along the path leading from the farm to the village. This path dipped from a field into a grove, back into a field, and again into groves, of which there were quite a few along the way. Also, this path, as
if intersected with the main highway, on the other side of which, about two kilometers away, was the village. The path didn't follow the winding road from the crossroads to the village but went straight, meaning it noticeably cut the distance.Entering a grove on one side of the highway, the girls saw a huge, beautiful truck parked on the shoulder on the opposite side, which even seemed to them to have foreign license plates. Paying no attention to this truck, they continued on their way when suddenly Yulia, who was walking ahead, covered her mouth with her palm, sharply turned to her sister, stopped her with a hand, and crouched down as if hiding. Vika instinctively did the same. The girls hid. Yulia pointed her index finger at the truck's cab, where a beautiful female driver sat, her head thrown back, face up, eyes closed, her mouth opening and closing. This sight resembled a beautiful porn actress from a porn film.
"Fucking!" Yulia uttered almost inaudibly.
"I see," Vika said with a smirk, just as quietly.
"Or is she masturbating?" Yulia whispered, as she didn't see anyone near the girl driver.
"We'll see now," Vika stared with interest.
"Maybe we should go around?" Yulia asked her.
"No, let's watch," Vika smiled at her. "Real, free porn! And you want to go around."
At that moment, the girl driver arched her head back even more and let out a barely audible moan towards the ceiling of her vehicle. The moan could probably have been louder, but it was muffled by the cab's sound insulation.
"She came," Vika stated.
"Yeah," Yulia nodded to her. "Looks like someone's licking her or something?" she asked herself, thinking out loud.
"Hmm," Vika said interestedly, not taking her eyes off the cab. "Yeah, come out already!" Impatient Vika whispered, as if mentally addressing whoever was down there licking that girl.
After a while, a silhouette emerged from under the steering wheel, which both sisters immediately recognized as Dimka Angelov. Straightening up, he sat in the passenger seat and was already sucking the girl driver's finger, which she had so unceremoniously shoved into his mouth while stroking his cheek.
"Holy shit," Yulia again covered her mouth with her palm and watched with surprised and admiring, burning eyes.
"Wow, things are happening on the highway," Vika answered her almost inaudibly. Then, still crouching behind the bushes that served as their cover, they watched as this girl and Dima talked about something, continuing to sit in the cab. She started wiping his face with something, then hugged him in a kind of proprietorial way and kissed him. Well, then they saw her give him paper money. They didn't see how much she gave, but they definitely saw it was money, after which Dima opened the cab door and jumped to the ground.
All this was happening literally just 10-15 meters away from the girls, on the other side of the road. After the truck drove away, Dima stood for a bit, watching it go with his gaze, and then ducked into the grove. Vika and Yulia looked at each other, processing what they had just seen.
"Let's wait a little," Vika said.
"Yeah," Yulia replied.
"Or maybe we should catch up with Dima?" Vika asked.
"Hell no," Yulia shook her head.
"Fuck, but I'm kinda turned on," Vika smiled at her. "Such a chance," she continued smiling. "We need to catch up and get him to go down on me. Mine never does it for me, always either drunk or hungover, but here, it's take it or leave it."
"Without me," Yulia said negatively, putting her hand out in front of her. "I still have to go to school with him."
"Well, sit here for now," Vika stood up. "In about five minutes, follow us, but don't catch up." And with these words, she walked quickly across the road with the aim of catching up with Dima and getting him to... Vika even bit her lower lip a little, thinking about how she would now get the truth out of him, and she even felt a slight burning and excitement in her lower abdomen.
Jumping across the road, she ducked onto the path into the grove and heard a heavy sigh and rustling a little away from her. She crouched down again and saw Dima holding onto a birch tree, finishing jerking off his dick. After finishing, he crouched down near the same birch. Vika froze and, waiting for the guy to recover and zip up, getting ready to move on, she stepped out from beside him with words that poured out of her on their own.
"What the hell, Angelov," she called him by his last name because for some reason she forgot his first name (got stuck). "Were you licking pussy or what?" She saw Dima freeze without seeing her. He turned around with alarm in his eyes, which read confusion, fear, shame, and surprise—all this cocktail was in Dima's eyes. "Why are you silent?" Vika pressed him. "Are you fucking crazy or what?" Outrage poured from her because of what she had just seen. However, her goal wasn't just to shame him but to take control of Dima as quickly as possible, not giving him the slightest chance to retreat. "What are you doing? Working on the highway or something?" She said this with particular cynicism. "Look, they even paid you," she finished off Dima with her awareness. "How much do your licking services cost?" She was already practically like a boxer in the ring, delivering finishing blows. "Huh?" she shouted at him, coming up close. "Do you know what this is called?"
Dima could only utter fragments of words and for some reason even called her "auntie," which of course made her laugh at him. She felt that now he was completely under her absolute power and needed to quickly take him in another direction, or rather, quickly persuade him to go down on her, so he would become completely tame and cross that invisible barrier of turning Dima into her bitch.
That's exactly what she was thinking for some reason, watching as the poor boy practically lost consciousness. She quickly grabbed him by the sleeve and dragged him along the path towards the village, to quickly move away from the highway, which Yulia was about to cross any minute now. "You'll tell me on the way," she jerked him. "Hmm, or are you still working?" Raising an eyebrow questioningly, she made a "control shot" to the head.
Then they started moving together. Vika held his hand, either so he wouldn't fall from an excess of feelings or because she felt he was now her property!
At this time, Yulia, having waited a bit, crossed the highway and, also walking along the path into the grove, hearing Vika's voice, crouched down again. Vika saw her at this time but was already holding Dima by the elbow and turned him with his back to Yulia so he couldn't accidentally spot her.
"Let's go," she began moving slowly, still holding Dima by the elbow. "Well, tell me, Dim, how did you sink to such a life?" But Dima simply couldn't squeeze out a single word; it was as if a lump had formed in his throat, and he just silently trudged along with Vika. Vika mischievously looked back and, meeting Yulia's eyes, smiled slyly. There was a fire between her legs that urgently needed to be put out, and she was already putting it out in her thoughts with the help of Dima's little tongue. However, making such a frank proposal to him still embarrassed her somehow, although all boundaries of decency in this situation had already been crossed.
"Well, why are you silent, Dim? Tell me, don't be shy." But Dima continued to be silent like a sheep, lowering his head guiltily. Vika pulled Dima by the elbow slightly off the path, and he easily gave in to her. She led him deeper into the trees. Their eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, allowing them to go further and further without a flashlight. Here were small bushes they were approaching slightly from the side. Vika, holding Dima a little, led him, and he offered no resistance at all.
Dima of course understood that Vika hadn't led him off the path for no reason and had already mentally prepared himself to do whatever she asked. But what she would demand from him, he could only guess, although somewhere in the hidden "warehouses" of his thoughts, hopes for simple sex, sex he hadn't had yet, certainly flickered. But he was ready for it like never before, and his dick was rising again from the intimacy that accompanied him and Vika. Dima already imagined how he would now enter Vika's pussy, and no drizzling rain would be a hindrance now, how she would moan standing doggy-style.
Dima imagined her exactly doggy-style for some reason, holding her by the hips with both hands, inserting his dick, which slid into her wet and slippery womb. Of course, into these daydreams burst a wild and somehow drunken cunnilingus, practically shouting—"DO CUNNILINGUS ON ME! Come on, baby, do me like you did her!"
Dima snapped back to reality. Vika stood before him, pressing her hands on his shoulders. "Come on, baby," she smiled at him affectionately, like a cat. "Make me happy, Dim." And under her gentle pressure, he crouched before her and began lifting the hem of her dress with his hands. Vika, with one hand, began pulling down her panties. Dima, still silent, understood he needed to help her and, letting go of the hem, took the panties with both hands and pulled them down to her knees. Vika, leaning on him with one hand and helping Dima remove the panties, lifted first one leg, taking the panties off it, then the other, completely freeing herself from them. After that, she shoved them into the pocket of her denim jacket.
Then Dima began lifting the hem again. At this time, the restless Yulia, torn apart by curiosity, crept like a predatory fox, trying to step silently on the ground, where sometimes branches crunched very loudly for some reason. But curiosity didn't let her go; it kept pushing her to go further and see what Vika was doing with Dima. Dima heard a crunch from the direction of the path and fearfully turned that way, trying to stand up from his crouch, but Vika stopped him with her hands. "What's wrong?" she asked him.
"There's someone there, Vik," Dima uttered his first words.
"No, there's no one there," Vika turned his head away and directed it towards her crotch.
"Someone's walking there," Dima looked at Vika from below, still crouching. Yulia of course froze again and crouched down. She already saw how her sister Vika stood and before her, crouching and holding onto her hips, sat her classmate Dima. Vika held his head with both hands at ear level, lifted his face up, and calmed him.
"No, there's no one there, silly." After these words, she simply covered him with her hem and, taking Dima by the head through the fabric, directed his face to her already flowing vulva. Dima pressed against Vika's pussy and, sticking out his tongue, began moving it like a shovel from bottom to top and again from bottom to top, over and over, doing it quite unhurriedly, simply as if licking what the vagina secreted, and what got into Dima's mouth, he began to swallow.
Dima noticed that Vika's pussy didn't smell of urine or sweat at all but only possessed some kind of tart and alluring female scent, and it was completely smooth-shaven. The thing was, Vika always showered after her shift, so she was clean. Watching this oral sex, Yulia bit her hand and looked straight into Vika's eyes, who in turn smiled, looking at her while holding Dima's skillful head through the hem with her hands.
She liked that her sister was watching her receive cunnilingus, and this probably covered her with even more waves of excitement. Her hips began moving on their own, rubbing against Dima's face, receiving caresses from his tongue. Her breathing quickened, and she began, closing her eyes, simply fucking Dima's face, only occasionally glancing at Yulia's envious face, who still sat there in the bushes, biting her hand and slightly kneading her breasts.
"Get up," Vika threw back the hem. "Fuck me, Dim." She lifted him to his feet and with her hands began unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his again erect shaft. Dima, with a sticky face, also diligently helped free his champion. Vika bent over doggy-style, leaning one hand against a tree, so Dima now stood with his back exactly to Yulia. Dima threw the hem onto Vika's back. She looked at him over her shoulder and, reaching for his dick with her hand, inserted it into her slippery-from-saliva-and-lubrication pussy herself.
Dima's dick slid into Vika's rather narrow vulva. Feeling how her flesh embraced him from all sides, he took Vika by the hips with his hands and began making thrusting movements, driving his friend deeper and deeper. Vika, covering her mouth with her palm, moaned, and she moaned quite loudly. Yulia, under the cover of noise, decided to leave her hiding place and go out onto the path, and in case someone came, somehow scare them off to warn her sister. She quickly left the grove into the field and, peering towards the village, didn't see any flashlights (it was already dark, and only people with flashlights could be walking). Then she went towards the highway to see if there were any flashlights there and, before reaching it, heard a moan and an unrestrained cry from her sister, who was coming on Dima's end.
"Damn bitch," thought Yulia. "You could easily get caught like that! Good thing it's already such a time that no one should be walking here anymore, but still."
Vika, standing doggy-style and holding onto the tree trunk, enjoyed the orgasm that had washed over her the moment she felt Dima discharge inside her. He also couldn't hold back his orgasm and came inside Vika without pulling out his dick. On the contrary, he pressed Vika's hips harder to himself and, thrusting to the maximum length, began to ejaculate the result of their joint sex. Real sex! Dima was in seventh heaven with happiness! Now he was afraid of nothing! He had become A MAN!