"Oh, baby!" she heard the girl encourage him in an excited voice. "You're some fucker, fellow. Christ, what a beautiful prick."
Paula couldn't understand why the woman got paid for doing something that she obviously enjoyed so much.
"Oh, boy!" she heard Jan sob as she threw her hips up to meet every pound thrust of her client's dick. "It feels so fuckin' good, baby!"
Watching the ecstatic expression on the girl's face, Paula tried to imagine what fucking felt like.
The way Jan was sobbing and writhing with joy, the feeling had to be incredible. Staring at them, hot juices were boiling out of the teen's sweet young slit.
"That's it, baby!" she heard the girl scream with joy.
Paula could see that the man was fucking harder and harder, his panting mouth japing wide open as he stared wildly down at his fuck-mate through glazed eyes. She could see the juicy, fleshy lips of Jan's cunt sucking and rasping wetly at the man's plumping cock. His shaft was glistening with the girl's slippery pussy-juices that were foaming out of her slit and trickling down over her ass and onto the soaked sheet.
The wet slurping sound of his hard boner squishing in and out of Jan's fuck-hole was pounding in Paula's ears. She had never heard anything as exciting as the sound of that dick slurping in and out of the wetness of the beautiful brunette's cunt.
"Oh, sweet fuckin' Jesus," she heard Jan suddenly scream as she locked her arms and soft creamy legs more tightly around the man's lurching body. "I'm coming, baby… I'm coming! Squirt me full! Fill me with fizz! Oh, Christ, I'm coming… coming… so fucking good… coming, commmiiinnnggg!"
Paula had never witnessed such wild ecstasy in her life, and when the lewdly locked couple collapsed in each other's arms, the peeping Tom was shaking like a leaf. Not wanting to be seen, Paula hurried back to her room before Jan and her customer left their room.
Fingering herself off to sleep that night, Paula decided that fucking was the greatest thing in the world, and getting paid for it made it even better.
CHAPTER FIVE
By noon the next day, Spike had picked up his load and was heading for Boise with his daughter. Paula was thrilled at the scenery as they drove along the Columbia river highway. Sitting next to her father in the cab, her thoughts were on what she'd seen last night at the motel. Her twat tingled at the thought of a big hard cock stuffed up between her legs. She couldn't forget the look of rapture on the young prostitute's face while she was getting fucked. As the big rig rumbled along the shore of the wide river, the vibration seemed to make her snatch tingle with excitement.
It was after dark when they reached Pendleton, Oregon, where Spike pulled into another truck stop. During her brief time on the road, Paula had learned that most truck stops were alike. Some larger, some smaller, but they all had a big array of fuel pumps, large parking areas, noisy cafes and suitable living quarters. Not wanting the other drivers to see him sleeping in the rig with his daughter, Spike arranged a room at the motel for Paula.
When they'd finished their dinner, Spike informed Paula he was dead tired and wanted to sack out in the sleeper behind the cab, and told his daughter to go get some sleep as they were pulling out early the next morning. When the teen walked into her room, she felt restless and horny. Her only thoughts were of being fucked. She was aware that she was physically a virgin, but the thought of having a man's cock pumping into her pussy was driving her crazy. Lying on her bed she could hear the jukebox blaring in the cafe, the grinding of truck gears as the big rigs came and went and the voices of drivers laughing and talking in the lot.
The sound of the male voices sent delicious tingles dancing through her twat. She was sure there was a handsome young man out there who would enjoy fucking her. Unable to get the exciting thought out of her mind, Paula got up and took off her jeans and shin. Looking in her suitcase, she found a pair of tight white shorts that she put on. Next she slipped into a short tank shirt that left her slim midriff bare. Standing before the minor brushing her long red hair, the teen decided she looked quite seductive.
Walking into the cafe, she noticed a good looking teen of about eighteen sitting alone at the lunch counter.
"Hi," she smiled, sitting down next to him. "Hello," the boy grinned, looking into her freckled face.
When Paula had ordered a Coke, the boy asked her what she was doing along in the truck stop cafe.
"I'm not alone," she answered. "I'm traveling with my dad, but he's asleep in the truck."
"I'm driving with Corky Watson," the youth bragged. "We're taking a load into Boise."
"So are we," Paula said excitedly.
"Are you a driver?" he asked in a surprised voice.
"Heck, no," Paula giggled. "I'm just riding with my dad."
"I'm a driver," he boasted. "What's your name?"
"Paula."
"I'm Tony Franco," said the handsome dark-haired youth.
"Hi Tony," she smiled.
They sat chatting for about a half hour and Paula was completely enthralled by the young man.
"Why are you still up if your dad's gone to bed?" he asked when she'd told him they were pulling out at dawn the next day.
"Because you miss all the excitement when you're in bed alone," she giggled.
"What excitement?" he asked, not sure what the girl meant.
"You know," she blushed. "Having a man around."
"Young guys like you don't know how to treat a girl like older men do."
"Christ," he spluttered. "I could give you a fuck you'd never forget."
"I doubt that," she replied, taking a long sip of her drink.
"Shit," he panted, looking into her freckled face. "I could fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Prove it," she giggled. "How?"
"Come over to my room and screw me," Paula teased.
"Are you serious?"
"Sure," was her answer. "If you think you're man enough."
"Come with me while I lock my rig up," he panted as he stood up. "Then we'll go over to your room."
When they left the cafe, he started leading her across the lot.
"Which truck is yours?" she asked.
"That one," he said, pointing to a rig parked next to her father's.
"You go ahead and I'll wait here for you," she said, not wanting her dad to see her with the boy.
"Why?" he asked.
"That's my father's truck parked next to yours," Paula explained. "He thinks I'm in bed, so I'll wait for you back in front of the cafe."
"Okay," he panted, hurrying across the lot. Returning to the entrance of the diner, Paula noticed a huge man leaning against the building, drinking from a beer can.
"Hi," she smiled at him.
"Hello," the big unshaven man slurred, staring at her through bleary, bloodshot eyes.
There was something about the burly giant that made Paula nervous. There was a way he stared at her naked legs that almost frightened the teen.
"How much do you charge," he asked, staggering over and gasping at her turgid tits with his big paws.