Hank sat in the booth at the bar and sipped a drink. She didn't know what was wrong with Pete.
Pete had been silent all day and he was really guzzling the liquor tonight. Hank hoped that Pete wouldn't pass out on his feet. He didn't want to get stuck with taking care of a drunken relief-driver. Hank had something else planned for himself tonight. He was supposed to meet Mary, the truckstop waitress, in just five minutes.
"I don't see how you get away with seeing all these girls on the wad," Pete said drunkenly. "Don't you even feel guilty about going out on Stella?"
Hank grinned. So that was it. Pete was going to give him another lecture on being faithful to Stella.
"Nope," Hank replied. "Stella can go out on me when I'm on the road. We've got an understanding. You ought to try it with Vicki sometime. It's not normal for a guy to go without sex for two weeks."
"It's not?" Pete asked. "I thought once a week was pretty good. That's what the Reverend said when I asked him."
Hank chuckled. That damn church Pete belonged to was going to be the death of him.
"I suppose the Reverend's married," Hank said, knowing full well that he wasn't.
"Uh… no," Pete said, taking another swig of his drink. "The Reverend doesn't believe that men of God should be married."
"See?" Hank chuckled. "Your Reverend doesn't know a damn thing about fucking. I bet he's never even seen a naked woman."
Pete looked a little confused. Then he laughed. "Maybe you're right, good buddy," he said. "Just maybe you're right!"
"Hi there, Hank," a woman's voice called out. Hank looked up to see Mary and another girl grinning at them.
"This is my cousin, Betty," Mary said, sliding into the booth beside Hank. "She's down from Memphis visiting. I told her maybe we all could go out and have some fun."
Hank glanced uneasily at Pete. Pete wasn't watching Hank though. He was too busy staring at Betty's big tits, juggling provocatively as she slid into the booth beside him.
"Are those real?" Pete gasped. Then he gasped as he realized what he'd said.
Betty giggled. "Everybody always asks me that," she said with a sexy drawl. "They sure are, honey. Here… give me your hand and I'll show you."
Before Pete could do anything but stare, Betty grabbed his hand and shoved it down the front of her blouse. She pressed his fingers right over her nipple and wiggled a little.
"Just squeeze, honey," she drawled. "Then you can tell for yourself."
Pete had the impulse to snatch his hand back out of Betty's blouse. His mind was whirling from the drinks though. He wasn't used to drinking and it was making him feel pretty worldly. He grabbed Betty's tit firmly and squeezed her nipple with his fingers.
"It's real, all right!" he commented, reaching for the other one. "I think I should check them both out though. Don't you think so, good buddy?"
Hank grinned. He couldn't believe the change in Pete. It was fine with him though. Maybe Pete was too drunk to realize what he was doing but Betty seemed to think he was acting just fine. She giggled as Pete squeezed her other tit and she leaned close to him and whispered something in his ear.
Pete grinned foolishly and reached across the table to nudge Hank's arm. "We're going out to the truck," he said loudly. "Betty's never seen the inside of a sleeper before."
Hank shook his head as Pete and Betty left the bar. Pete was staggering a little and, if Betty hadn't been right beside him, Hank was sure his buddy would have fallen.
"I thought you said Pete was straight." Mary giggled. "He sure didn't look alright to me."
Hank grinned. "I think Pete's just turned over a new leaf. I'd like to see what happens out at the truck."
"Let's go out and peek at them," Mary said, her eyes sparkling. "Pete'd never know the difference. We could get in the cab so quiet they'd never even notice."
Hank chuckled. "That's the best idea I've heard all night," he said. "Let's give them a little head start. It's going to take Pete a couple of minutes to unlock the cab in his condition."
Mary and Hank approached the truck about ten minutes later. They could see the light on in the deeper. Hank almost laughed right out loud as he crawled up into the cab. He picked up a pair of lacy blue panties and held them out to Mary.
"It didn't take your cousin long to get out of these," he whispered.
"Ooooooh, that feels wonderful, honey," Betty's voice called from the depths of the sleeper. "Do it again. I just love it."
Hank pulled the curtain back just a little. He and Mary leaned lick so the could peer into the deeper. When Hank saw what Pete was doing he had all he could do to keep from laughing.
"I think that's the first time Pete's ever done anything like this," Betty whispered. "He sure acts like he's enjoying it, though."
Pete's face was pressed right up to Betty's big, soft tits. His mouth was open and his eyes were closed. He was sucking and nuzzling at her nipples like a happy baby, chewing blissfully. He didn't even open his eyes when Mary rolled the curtain back farther. Pete was so intent on sucking Betty's titties that they could have hollered right out loud and he probably wouldn't have even noticed.
"Mmmmmmm," Betty moaned. She opened her eyes and stared straight at Mary and Hank. Then her long, thick eyelashes lowered in a sexy wink.
"Lick me all over, lover," Betty moaned. She wiggled down a little farther so Pete's head was right next to the curve of her belly. "I want to feel that nice hot tongue of yours slide over my wet pussy."
Hank grinned. He figured that Pete would back out when it came to licking pussies. He was sure that Pete hadn't done that before. Pete just kept on licking though. He didn't even seem to realize that Betty had slid down on the mattress.
"Mmmmm, tickles," Pete growled, rubbing his face against Betty's nest of pussyhair.
"It's not a kitty," Betty giggled. She was getting a real kick out of Pete's drunken comments. "It's a pussy. Lick my nice hot pussy, honey. I just love that."
Pete stuck his tongue out. He lapped over the furry mound of Betty's pussy and stuck his tongue right down between her pink cuntlips. He acted surprised for a moment, but he kept right on licking.
"Good!" he groaned. "Nice pussy… tastes really good!"
Betty moaned loudly. She spread her pussy open wide with her fingertips and stretched her legs apart. Both Hank and Mary could see that she was enjoying Pete's wet tongue.
"My clit," Betty urged. "Lick all the way to the top and find that little bump with your tongue."
Pete shook his head, dazed. He looked down and grinned. Then he licked right up the satiny hot groove of Betty's pussy until his tongue slid over the erect bump of her clitty.
"Oooooooh!" Betty gurgled. "That's it! Lick it right there. That's what I like. Bat my clit back and forth with your tongue."
Mary squeezed Hank's hand tightly. Watching her cousin get her pussy licked was making tingles of excitement ripple through Mary's hot pussy. She wished that she and Hank were doing it too. She just loved the way Hank licked her pussy. He made her come that way every time.
"Let's get back there with them," Mary suggested. "I can't stand to watch anymore. My pussy's hot, too. How about it, Hank? Can both of us fit back there?"
"Sure," Hank said, beginning to get turned on by the whole thing too. "Let's just crawl back there and join them. I don't think it'll bother Pete any. He's so drunk hell probably never remember what happened when he wakes up tomorrow."
Betty grinned when Hank and Mary climbed back into the sleeper. "Mow over, lover," she urged, sliding Pete over with her hands. "We've got company."
"That's nice," Pete said, not opening his eyes. His tongue kept sweeping over the surface of Betty's glistening pink pussy. Pete was really drunk. He wouldn't have noticed if a whole army had climbed beck in the sleeper.
"He's sure not straight now," Mary whispered, pointing to Pete. "Why don't you do the same thins Hank. My pussy could stand a good tongue-fucking."
Hank helped Mary slip out of her dress and panties. He tossed them into the cab and shook his head a little. He never would have believed that Pete would act like this when he had a few drinks. He'd have to make sure that Pete had a couple of drinks every place they stopped. This was more like it. It was a real drag being stuck with a straight relief driver. He liked things a lot better this way.
Mary giggled as she leaned back against the pillow. "Suck my titties first," she insisted. "Suck them just as good as Pete sucked Betty's."
Hank's lips closed around the perky nub of Mary's brown nipple. Her titties weren't as big as Betty's, but that didn't make any difference to Hank. Mary's tits still turned him on. He wasn't fucking her for her tits. He liked the way her hot pussy snapped. That was why he kept calling Mary every time he was in town.
Mary moaned as Hank nibbled at her round, perky tits. She loved it when he nipped at her tits with his lips. It made her pussy spasm wetly. She could hear the sound of her pussymouth snapping even now. She was really hot. Watching Betty and Pete had made her pussy snap almost shamefully.
"Mmmmm, get my pussy now, honey," Mary groaned, wiggling her hips and spreading her legs out to give Hank room. "Lick my pussy all over!"
Hank licked all the way down Mary's lush body.
He left a wet trail of hot saliva as his tongue traveled over her rounded tummy and down to her silky beaver. Then his tongue darted right in between the two petals of her pink cuntlips and lapped a wide path up her shivering pussygap.
"Oooooooh," Mary moaned. She reached out to grab Hank's head but she missed. Her hand felt something soft and hot. She squeezed it and heard Betty moan. Then she opened her eyes and looked down. Her fingers were squeezing the ripe mounds of Betty's tits.
"Ooooh, yes!" Betty squealed. "You squeeze my titties and I'll squeeze yours. That way the men can work on licking our pussies and we can take care of our tits."
Mary's mind whirled. She'd never done anything like that before. She'd never even been this close to another couple fucking. It was kind of exciting though. There was no reason not to try it. It might make Hank and Pete even more excited if they saw what was happening.
"Yes," Mary agreed. "Play with my nipples, Betty. That's what I like. Squeeze them between your fingers."
"You do it to me, too," Betty urged. "I like that, too."
Betty's pussy gave a sharp spasm of excitement. "Ooooh, this is going to be super!" she squealed, tugging at Mary's nipples.
At first Mary was a little embarrassed by Betty's lusty squeal. She didn't know how Hank would take the news that she was playing with her cousin's tits. She relaxed as soon as she saw Hank's expression though. He looked up and watched for a second. Then he went back to driving his tongue over her juicy cunt with renewed vigor. He lapped so deliciously that Mary couldn't hold back her own lusty squeal of delight.
"Poke your tongue in my pussyhole!" Betty urged, pushing Pete's head down lower. "Poke it right in and fuck me with your hot tongue."
Pete tried to do it. He slipped his tongue forward and fumbled around. There was a buzzing in his head, though. He felt like the whole truck was spinning around. The noise in Pete's ears got louder and louder. His head cleared for just an instant and he looked down right at Betty's open, flooding pussy.
"Jesus!" he gasped. Then he passed out cold.
"Oooooooh!" Betty wailed. She shoved and pulled at Pete's body but nothing was going to wake him up.
"Hey! Help me will you?" she wailed, grabbing Hank's head and pulling him up. "Pete just passed out and he's lying right on top of me!"
Mary looked over at her cousin. Then she started giggling. "Come on, Hank," she said. "Let's roll Pete into the cab. Then well have more room back here."
Hank lifted Pete's lax body and rolled him into the driver's seat of the cab. He laughed as he crawled back in the sleeper again.
"I'm really sorry about that, Betty," he said, still chuckling. "I knew Pete was drunk, but I didn't think he was that bad off."
Mary giggled. "I bet you didn't know that Pete was straight, did you Betty?"
Betty's mouth opened in amazement. Then she started laughing, too. "Straight? He didn't act straight to me."
"I bet he doesn't remember anything he did tonight when he comes to," Hank agreed. "I'd be willing to bet that Pete's never licked a pussy before. I don't know how you got him to do it."
Betty grinned. "I just wiggled until his face was right down there," she said. "The rest was easy. He's never licked pussy before, hub?"
"I don't think so," Hank said. "He's always been perfectly straight every other trip. I guess he just fell for those big tits of yours, Betty."
Betty looked down at her tits. Then she smiled and licked her lips. "How about a three-way fuck?" she suggested. "Pete got me all worked up and I've got to do something."
Mary laughed. "It's fine with me," she agreed. "How about it, Hank? You want to try both of us tonight?"
"Boy!" Hank grinned. "How lucky can a guy get?"
"Why don't you just stretch out and let Betty ride your cock?" Mary suggested. "Then I can sit on your face and you can fuck me with your big tongue. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Hank turned over on his back before the girls could change their minds. His cock was hard and aching already. He'd never been in a three-way fuck before. This really was his lucky night.
"I'm all yours," Hank breathed, glancing down at his stiff cock. "Come on, Betty… get on and take a ride."
"Help me get up, honey," Betty urged straddling Hank's body clumsily. There wasn't much room to move in the sleeper. It was crowded with three people. The sleeper was designed to sleep one or two not to accommodate a three-way fuck.
Hank grabbed Betty's hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh on her thighs and his cock started to jerk in readiness. Betty's tits were so big that they jutted right out toward his face. Hank couldn't resist leaning forward and lashing out at her big hard nipple with his tongue.
"Mmmmmm." Betty groaned. "I have a feeling this is going to be a real ball."
Betty braced herself against Hank's arms. She positioned her creamy pussy until it was right over the head of Hank's engorged cock.
"Are you ready, lover?" she gasped. "Do you want me to drop my sweet, shuddering pussy down on your nice hard cock?"
Hank nodded. He was too excited to speak. He could feel the heat of Betty's pussy on his cock, even though she wasn't touching it with her pussy yet. His hips bucked up, trying to spear her pussy with his hard, stiff cockshaft.
"Not so fast," Betty giggled, twisting her pussy up, out of reach. "I'll let your cock into my pussy you might just forget all about Mary. You'd better sit on his face now, Mary. I'll make sure he's licking your pussy just right before I let him into my hot cunt."
Mary laughed. She liked the way Betty's mind was working. She'd been a little worried about getting her pussy licked, too. Once Hank started fucking Betty's cunt, he might get sidetracked. This way he had to lick her pussy first, before he could get into Betty's tight pussyhole.
Mary moved around in back of Hank. There was barely room for her to squeeze behind his head. She planted her knees firmly on both sides of his face and grinned down at him.
"I hope you're going to do a good job, honey. Betty's not going to drop her pussy down until I tell her to. Isn't the right, Betty?"
"That's right," Betty giggled. "Stick out your tongue Hank. Mary's got a nice hot pussy for you to lick."
Hank chuckled. The girls were probably right. He knew that once Betty dropped her pussy down on his aching cock, he wouldn't be able to think straight. He didn't like to wait to get his hard cock taken care of, but if he licked Mary's pussy just right, it wouldn't take long for her to give the go-ahead.
Hank opened his eyes wide. He stuck out his tongue and waggled it lewdly. He saw Mary's body shiver as she lowered her pussy toward his face. He could tell that Mary was plenty hot. Her pussy was so creamy that little drops of hot juice dripped out onto his face.
"Mmmmmm," Hank moaned. "Hurry up and bring it down, honey. I want to lick all that good hot cream out of your cunthole."
Mary stared at Hank's tongue. Her pussy spasmed and snapped. She felt her knees tremble and she dropped down with a cry of lust.
"Ahhhhhh," Mary sighed as Hank's big tongue slipped up her creamy pussygroove. "Lick my clit, honey. Give it a real hard tongue lashing. Get me nice and hot and then tongue-fuck me. You know how to do that just the way I like it."
Mary shuddered and moaned as Hank's tongue darted between her puffy cuntlips. She squealed even louder when his tongue lashed against the quivering bump of her clit. Wild shudders of passion raced through her quivering pussy as his tongue danced over the straining surface of her clitty. Hank was licking it just right. She was so hot she knew her pussy was close to exploding in orgasm.
"Oooooh, just a little more, lover," Mary squealed. "I'm almost ready for some good tongue-fucking. Just a little more and I'll be hot enough for you to shove your tongue up my cunt!"
Hank flipped his tongue back and forth. It darted out like a snake, flicking her little love button back and forth with rapid little strokes. He could tell that Mary was getting plenty hot. Her body was quivering so hard that the whole sleeper was bouncing.
"Now!" Mary squealed, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. "Stick your tongue in my pussy now, honey! I can't wait any longer!"
Hank licked down toward the spasming hole of Mary's cunt. He rimmed the tight ring around her pussy mouth and felt her body quiver even harder. It was hard to believe that Pete could sleep through this. Mary was making so much noise that Hank was almost afraid some of the other truckers parked on either side of them would complain about the noise.
"Aaaagh!" Mary squealed as Hank shoved the tip of his tongue up her spasming pussy. "Harder, darling! Fuck me hard with your wide, hot tongue!"
Hank pistoned his tongue in and out. He reamed out Mary's cunt and felt her juices coat his tongue and dip down his throat. His cock jerked wildly as he thrust forward with his tongue. He wished that Mary would hurry and tell Betty to drop her pussy down to his cock. He felt like his balls were practically bunting already and he hadn't even touched her pussy.
Mary squealed again. Hank's big tongue was fucking her pussytunnel so hard that she felt her passions building to the bunting point. She almost forgot all about Betty's pussy waiting over Hank's cock. If Betty wouldn't have moaned, she probably would never have remembered.
"Are you ready, Mary?" Betty asked. Her voice was shaking a little. The sight of Hank's big tongue plunging up Mary's pussytunnel was making her own pussy snap and cream.
"Yessss," Mary howled. "Do it, Betty! Drop your hot pussy down on Hank's cock! He's doing it just right. Fuck him, Betty… fuck him real good!"
Betty groaned. She dropped her pussy down a little and felt the hard slick knob of Hank's cock slip into the burning hole of her cunt. It jerked and stretched trying to get all the way up in her shaking pussy.
Betty held her pussy up until she couldn't stand it any longer. She just had to feel the whole, hard length of Hank's big cock in her cunt. She sat down squarely on his big prick, feeling the hard shaft glide right up her slippery, spasming cunt.
"Ooooooh," Betty groaned. "That feels so good… I can hardly wait to ride it. That's going to be great!"
Hank's head was spinning. Mary's hot pussywalls were mapping and nipping at his tongue. He felt like millions of tiny fingers were pulling at his tongue, urging it deeper and deeper in her burning depths.
Suddenly Hank felt a burning wetness against his cock. Betty had done it at last. Her pussy was squeezing all around his cock and he gasped in delight as she began to move up and down on his hard prick.
"Mmmmmph!" Hank yelped. He couldn't really say anything with his tongue up Mary's pussy that way. He didn't have to talk though. Betty seemed to know just what to do with his aching cock.
Betty swiveled her hips. She moved up and down rapidly, driving her cunt onto the hard length of his prick. Hank could feel his cock bang against the back of her hot pussy.
Betty howled and writhed on top of Hank's hard cock. She liked to be on top this way. She could control just how far Hank's cock penetrated her nipping pussychannel. She felt the waves of sensation tingle through her hot cunt and she pound her tips down until Hank's cock was in her pussyhole all the way. Then she bounced up and down, making his cock slip in and out with long hard strokes.
"Ooooooh," Mary yelped. "I… I think I got too hot. I feel like I'm going to come already!"
Hank gasped lustily. He could feel Betty's pussy quiver and clamp around his cock. It seemed to buck and shudder deep inside and his cock began to jerk desperately. Betty's pussy was just too hot to hold out for long. Hank tried to calm the swelling in his balls, but it didn't work. Betty's spasming pussy was making his balls start to pump. There was no way he could hold back his load of cum.
Hank's tongue dived frantically to the back of Mary's hot cunt. He had to make her come, too. It would be great if all three of them could come at once.
"Aaaagh!" Mary squealed. Her pussy clamped and spasmed wildly. There was no way she could stop the hot waves that were sweeping through her pussy. She was going to come too, right along with Betty.
"I… I'm coming!" Mary yelped, throwing her head back. Her pussy nipped and creamed all over Hank's deeply imbedded tongue, making his cock jerk even harder. Mary was coming right along with Betty. Now he could lot his cum fly out in a glorious release.
"Mmmmmmph!" Hank groaned. He grunted and groaned in ecstasy. His balls pumped wildly and the hot sperm shot out and flew up Betty's shuddering cunt.
Betty came so hard she almost fainted. The hot spurts of Hank's cum seemed to set off her pussy even more and she howled and writhed in ecstasy.
Hank's cock hosed and spurted until her cunt was completely filled with hot cum. It backed up and splashed out of her cunt rolling down his legs and onto the sheets of the sleeper. She didn't think that Hank's big cock was ever going to stop coming. Her pussy had never been so stuffed.
"Wow!" Betty giggled when Hank's cock stopped spurting at last. She rolled off his big cock and helped Mary to climb off Hank's race. Then all three of them giggled in the celebration of a perfect three-way fuck.
"I still think it's a shame that your buddy passed out," Betty said, managing to stop giggling at last. "He's never going to know what he missed."
"I think it's a shame, too," Hank said, frowning a little. "He'll never believe me when I tell him what he did."
"You really don't think hell remember?" Mary asked curiously.
"I'm sure he won't," Hank said. "I wish he would remember. Then he wouldn't be able to act so pious and give me those lectures about saving myself for my wife."
Betty laughed suddenly. "I think we should fix it so he can't help but remember," she said. "We've got to furnish sonic proof that he was really in on the action tonight."
"I wish I'd brought my camera along this trip," Hank said thoughtfully. "Pete wouldn't be able to deny everything if we had a picture of him licking Betty's pussy."
"I think I just thought of something just as good," Betty offered. She grabbed her purse out of the front seat and took out her lipstick. Then she put on a heavy coat of red so that it covered her lips.
"You're putting on makeup?" Mary asked, laughing at Betty's red lips. "That's way too much, Betty. It looks like a sticky mess."
"That's exactly what I want," Betty replied, grinning at her cousin and giggling a little. "Now all I have to do is blot it in a nice strategic place."
Betty crawled up and slid down into the cab. Hank and Mary watched her as she knelt down in front of Pete. She pulled out his cock and clamped her lips over the tip. When she straightened up again there was a nice clear red lipstick print on the surface of Pete's limp cock.
"That ought to be proof enough," Betty giggled. "Now your buddy can't deny anything. I bet he's going to look pretty sheepish when he looks down at his cock in the morning."
Hank laughed loudly. "You two girls are really something!" he said admiringly. Then he looked down at his own cock swelling up again.
"I don't suppose you could give me one of those lip prints too?" he suggested. "It looks like something hard came up again."
Mary giggled. "You go first, Betty," she offered.
"I'll lick his balls while you take care of his cock. The party's a long way from over."
Hank leaned back with a grin on his face. He saw Betty's lips lower and he chuckled happily. He could hardly wait to see the expression on Pete's face when he awoke in the morning.