Vicki's fantasy got more and more real as the plastic cock whirled and churned in her wet pussy. She'd read about some of the kinky things people did in a book she'd gotten from one of the girls in school once. Maybe Hank did things like that. Maybe he would lick her pussy and chew on her titties. Vicki couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to have a long, hot tongue in her pussyhole. She wished she knew what it was like though. She wanted to try everything there was to try. She wanted to feel a cock slide up her steamy little shitter. She wanted to suck a mans cock. She wanted to have two men fuck her at once, one in her cunt and another in her mouth or maybe even her asshole. The plastic cock was making Vicki's mind turn positively lewd and it was fun for a change.
"Aaaagh!" Vicki gasped. She felt like she was climbing a mountain of lust. She was almost at the top flaw. The back of her pussy was sucking at the plastic cock and she could feel the tremors of orgasm start sweeping through her body.
"Aaaagh!" Vicki squealed. "Oh, yes! YES! AAAAAAGH!"
Vicki's pussy snapped wildly. It snapped so hard that she was afraid the plastic cock would slip all the way in her pussy and she'd never get it out. She held on to the end of it tightly with her fingers and sobbed as the tide of passion rushed through her whole body.
"Ooooooh," Vicki sighed when her pussy stopped coming at last. She drew the plastic vibrator out of her trembling pussy and snapped it off. Then she laughed wildly.
"I'm sick of being a good girl!" she announced to the empty apartment. "If you can't take care of my pussy, Pete, I'm just going to have to find someone that can!"
CHAPTER FOUR
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."