Jimmy hitched up his pants and slapped two hamburgers on the grill. "You've got a break coming pretty soon, Stella. How about a little rest in the kitchen?"
Stella giggled. "I'll think about it," she replied, winking at Jimmy. "From the way Vicki's acting, a break in the kitchen must be a pretty good deal."
CHAPTER SIX
Omaha was hell. It was dry and dirty and both Pete and Hank were glad to get inside the air-conditioned truck stop.
"What do you say we get a hotel mom with some air conditioning for tonight?" Hank suggested, sinking down into the plastic booth and groaning. "The sleeper's going to be hot all night."
"Sounds great to me," Pete replied gulping a cold glass of beer. "I never knew Omaha got this hot."
Hank moved the truck to a motel catering to truckers. There was a big parking lot in back for the rigs and both men felt better after they had a shower.
"I know a great little place to have a few drinks and some grub," Hank suggested, curbing the urge to laugh. He had already made a phone call while Pete was in the shower. It had been easy to line Pete up with a friend of the waitress he saw when he had a layover in Omaha.
Thirty minutes later Pete and Hank were in a little bar and restaurant. They finished their steaks and leaned back for some serious drinking.
"I still don't believe that I did what you said I did," Pete mumbled. He was holding his liquor a little better this time, but he still wasn't used to serious drinking.
"You saw that lipstick on your prick, didn't you?" Hank laughed. "That ought to be proof enough for you."
Pete shook his head. "I think it's all a joke," he insisted. "I don't remember doing any of those things."
Hank grinned and urged Pete to drink up. After tonight he wouldn't be able to deny anything. The girl Hank was meeting said her friend was a real sex-pot. If things worked out right Pete was going to have the time of his life.
When Hank's girl arrived alone, Hank groaned. Then he groaned again when Shirley whispered that her friend couldn't make it. They had a drink together and then Pete stood up.
"I think I'll turn in early tonight," he remarked, gazing disapprovingly at Shirley. "I've got a feeling I'm going to be doing most of the driving tomorrow."
Pete was sacked out on one of the single beds when Hank and Shirley came in. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. A shudder of excitement rippled through his body as he heard the rustle of clothing. He didn't think that Hank would fuck that girl right in front of him, but that sounded like that was what was happening. He heard a giggle and he pecked out cautiously.
Shirley was standing by the bed naked. Her tits gleamed in the light from the neon sign outside and she held out her arms to Hank.
"You think he'll wake up?" she whispered.
"Not a chance!" Hank answered, grabbing Shirley's ample tits. "We can always hope though. A three-way party would be fun for you, wouldn't it?"
Shirley giggled. "He looks too straight to party," she said, shrugging. "You're the boss though. If you can talk him into it, I can take care of my end of it."
Hank pushed Shirley back on the bed. He was planning on making plenty of noise tonight. He was almost positive that Pete couldn't sleep through it. He wanted to drive Pete out of his fucking skull with lust. From what Stella had told him when he called home last night, Pete was nothing to brag about in bed. Maybe he'd pick up a few pointers watching tonight.
"What do you want first tonight?" Hank asked, grinning in the darkness. He was pretty sure he knew what Shirley would answer. Shirley liked having her pussy licked more than anything. Then, after she'd come once that way, she loved to be fucked in the ass. That ought to shock the hell out of Pete. Maybe it would make him realize that there was mote to fucking than climbing on top and shoving it in and out a few times.
"Oooooh, I'm so hot," Shirley giggled. "You know what I want, lover. I want to do just what we did the last time you were here."
"Tell me," Hank insisted. "It turns me on to hear you say it, Shirley."
Shirley giggled again. "I want you to lick my hot pussy," she answered, squirming around on the bed. "Make me come that way. Then, after I come, I'll tell you what else I want."
Pete could feel his face turning red in the darkness. He couldn't understand how a man could lick a woman's pussy. It just wasn't natural. He was sure that Hank wouldn't actually do it. He knew he wouldn't, if he were Hank.
"How about you sucking my cock at the same time?" Hank suggested, slipping out of his pants and waving his cock in front of Shirley's face like a sword. "I know you like to suck cock. I can still remember the last time you did it."
Shirley giggled. "Not until you get my pussy nice and hot," she said, pouting a little. "The last time I sucked your cock you came too soon and you didn't finish my pussy off until later."
"That's just because you're such a good cocksucker," Hank laughed. "It's a deal though. I'll lick your pussy until you get nice and hot. You don't have to start on my prick until you want to."
Shirley leaned back on the bed. She spread her legs widely and put her fingers on the dark bush of her beaver.
"Can you see how hot I am?" she giggled. "My pussy's steaming already and you haven't even touched it yet."
Shirley spread her bloated cuntlips apart with her fingers. Pete opened his eyes a little wider. He didn't think that Shirley or Hank would notice him. Hank was too busy staring at Shirley's exposed pussy and Shirley wasn't paying any attention to the other bed. It was almost like she'd forgotten he was even in the room with them.
"You sure are hot!" Hank said, slipping his finger over the slippery inside of Shirley's pussy. "Look at all that juice!"
Pete's eyes opened all the way. He had to see Shirley's pussy. He wanted to look at all that pussycream with his own eyes.
Pete curbed the urge to gasp as he stared at Shirley's wet pussy. Hank hadn't been exaggerating when he said that Shirley's pussy was flooding.
Even Pete could see the pool of glistening juice that collected at the girl's tight pussy mouth.
Pete's hand moved under the covers. He pressed his palm against the swelling bump of his cock and stifled a groan. Looking at Shirley was making him hot. He knew that he shouldn't be peeking, but he couldn't seem to stop. He wanted to watch everything that Hank and Shirley did. He still couldn't believe that Hank was going to stick his tongue in that slippery wetness. The very thought made him shudder.
"Come on, lover," Shirley urged. "I can hardly wait for your big, hot tongue. Get me nice and hot, Hank. Make my pussy cream all over your face."
Hank risked a quick peek over at Pete's bed. He was sure that he saw Pete's eyes close quickly. That meant that Pete was awake. He had to put on a really good show for him.
"Turn around a little, Shirl," Hank urged, pushing the excited girl around so that her pussy faced Pete's bed. That way Pete was bound to have a perfect view of all that hot, steamy wetness. If Pete was even half-normal, the sight of Shirley's hot pussy ought to set his cock throbbing. Shirley had a beautiful pussy and Hank was going to make sure that Pete saw him lick every inch of it.
"Oooooh, hurry," Shirley moaned. "I can hardly wait to feel your big tongue sliding into my pussy."
Hank lowered his head slowly. He was going to do this nice and slow so Pete wouldn't miss a minute of the action. By the time he was through, Pete would know exactly how to treat a woman's pussy. Then all he had to do was to convince Pete that he should give Vicki the same treatment.
Hank almost chuckled as he bent down over Shirley's creamy pussy. He was sure that Pete was watching now. He saw Pete's eyes open and he sensed that Pete was wide awake. The thought that Pete was watching turned Hank on even more than he had been before. This was a pretty sneaky way of teaching Pete how to lick pussies, but it should work if Pete paid close attention.