I had a business to run, small as it was, it still needed tending and that forced me to come to realistic terms with the hurt and anger I felt over Alice.
My mother always said, God never closes one door without opening another. I found these words to be true in the past and hoped this time would be no different.
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I was spending the night in the truck, at a truck stop off the Atlanta Loop. I had just parked and was pulling my curtains closed when a young blonde came up to my window and asked if I wanted a good time. I rolled my window down and looked closely at her. She was actually attractive, shoulder length whitish blonde hair, nice complexion, good teeth, no bra and a Georgia Tech. T-shirt that allowed a suggestive view of firm nice size breasts with nipples that jutted out.
"You don't look like the average hooker at a truck stop. You wouldn't happen to be a cop, would you?".
"No," she replied firmly. "Me and my roommate do this once a month, to help pay the rent. We each choose a decent looking trucker and for a hundred show him a good time".
"Climb on up and give me five minutes of free conversation and I'll tell you what I want, then you tell me if you're ok with it."
She agreed and 10 minutes later we were still talking. She told me, her name was Carla and she was fascinated by the thought that I could make her squirt. I told her exactly what to do and what to expect. She was eager to give it a try.
I gave her the hundred, up front and she stripped, not that she had much to take off. She wasn't wearing panties or bra, not even stockings. I put a towel under her butt and my rain slicker down by her feet, with a couple of extra towels just incase.
She was now ready and I began.
I got the tube of hand cream and was ready to lube up my fingers, when she asked me to open her small belt pack and get out the warming jell she had.
I did and spread a liberal quantity on my fingers. Her pussy was completely shaved. It felt good and incredibly soft to my touch. I wanted to see how long it would take for her to mentally relax and give herself over to the pleasure of it.
I got my answer the minute I slid my fingers up her slit and found her wet and responding.
I took hold of her clit with my thumb and first two fingers, pulled it out and pushed it back, just like I was jacking off a tiny prick. I could feel blood pumping into it. It began growing longer and wider in my fingers as it throbbed.
I also noticed she was playing with her right nipple.
Now was the time to move on. I slid two fingers into her and immediately felt her now swollen peritoneal gland. This girl was two steps ahead of me.
I started with tapping it several times and pulled out of her, sliding my palm and fingers over her clit, and was rewarded with my first real moan of pleasure. I slid my fingers back in and tapped several more times, which made her back arch and she produced a disappointing sigh as I pulled my fingers out, to rub her clit again. It was only a few seconds of my fingers playing with her clit, before driving them back in.
I was now tapping her responsive spot repeatedly as I pushed my hand tight against her mound, rocking it back and forth then applying a steady pressure to that now enlarged spongy spot.
She started to buck and I kept pumping her and telling her it's ok just let go.
When she finally did her body became rigid. I could not tell if she was having a climax, but a teaspoon of thin liquid pooled in my hand, Her body was still rigid, as if frozen in mid climax.
I started moving my fingers again, further in and further out than before and was putting more pressure on the spot with each stroke. I was literally slapping my palm against her labia as I pushed harder against the swollen tissue, when suddenly she screamed "Take it out. -- Take it out, Take It Out." The second I did she erupted, bucking uncontrollable while crying, "Oh God" over and over as five short spurts of clear liquid burst from her cunt.
When she had calmed enough to catch her breath all she could say was "fuck me again, I need it. - I need it NOW."
These words came out of her more as a demand than a request or plea.
As I plunged my fingers back in her, she kept saying "Fuck me, yes, fuck me , faster, Don't stop, More, More," until she yelled again, "Take it out, Take It Out!" When I did she began her spasms even stronger, noticeably stronger than before and her pussy pumped out large streams with even more force than before.
I found myself wondering how much liquid could a body hold. When I herd her say, "I need it again."
This time it was a plea. Her body was still going thru after shocks of her orgasm and she still wanted or perhaps even needed more release.
I slid my fingers back into her and started pounding her as she hoarsely began saying, "Yes, yes ,yes --- Oh - Yeah."
My wrist and forearm had lost all their strength. I had to resort to using my other hand to help with the thrusts. I was relieved when I heard her gasp. "Take it out."
She then began to contort herself in an arch that left only her heals and the top of her head touching the mattress as her pussy shot out another quarter cup of female cum.
I found myself breathing a sigh of relief when she finally collapsed. My hand and arm were sore but I also felt elated by the thought that I could make this attractive young thing come and squirt in a manner that rivaled the sex video I had first seen.
She moved and I watched as she put three of her fingers in her cunt, then she brought her legs together and her knees up and squeeze her hand between them as she lay on her side, not moving. Her eyes glanced up at me and a tiny smile curved her lips as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"That's just fucking great", I said aloud, "Here I am with a fucking hard on and no one to even give me a blow job."
I was so damned horny and pissed, that I figured I'd jerk off on her teats. So I pulled my dick out and started to jack-off when I hear a cell phone ring.
I know it's not mine, by the ring tone, mine plays the Ode to Joy. This was coming from the same tiny belt pack that I got the warming jell from.
"Crap!", I said out loud. I hate dilemmas like this.
Carla was still out cold while her phone rang and rang.
I knew if I picked it up and said hello, it would be her mother and I'd have to tell her, "I just finger fucked you daughter and she came so much she passed out and can't come to the phone right now."
Or better yet it would be Carla's big bruiser of a boyfriend who worked for the FBI and he'd trace the call and come down and beat the shit out of me.
Finally, the phone stopped.
"Shit!" I said aloud, the thought of Carla's boyfriend kicking the crap out of me made my dick go limp.
Suddenly, Carla's phone started to beep.
Crap, Crap, Crap, I thought, not that message beep that goes off every minute. I nudged Carla's arm, just as her phone began to ring again.
That did it, I shook her arm more forcefully and said, "Carla your phone."
She half opened her eyes, half smiled and in the sweetest voice you could ever want to hear, said, "Get it for me please."