The Hitchhiker
By Hegesias (hegesias@hotmail.com)
A shy boy is offered a ride by some bad girls.


Jeff silently stood by the edge of the highway, watching all the cars 
pass by. None of them paid him any attention. It had been a week now 
since he left his parents to travel through the state on a minimum 
budget. Not that it had turned out the way he hoped it to, he thought 
it would be a great adventure, like in the movies. Well it wasn't. It 
was hot as hell, the motel rooms were cheap and shabby and Jeff was a 
shy and quiet boy who didn't find it easy to make friends. He felt damn 
lonely as he stood by the highway, but he was going home now. If only 
one of those cars would stop and give him a ride.

The heat had caused him to take his T-shirt off long ago and he stood 
by the road in his shorts. He had a boyish and youthful appearance and 
people often mistook him to be younger than he was. That was a pain in 
the ass as it led to many arguments with bouncers if he occasionally 
tried to get into clubs. 18? No way, they said, and they always seemed 
to assume he had faked his ID. His smooth body had begun to build 
though, thanks to years of swimming practice, and was rather nicely 
outlined. Girls had started to take interest in him but he was too shy 
to talk to them. If he did he felt like a vegetable and usually just 
mumbled incoherently. He was still a virgin.

With a sigh he stroke some sweat off his forehead and glanced at the 
cars as they drove on. Suddenly he noticed how a dark blue van stopped 
a short distance from him, waiting. Happy to have a lift he grabbed his 
bag and ran after it. A young girl looked out from the window and 
smiled.

"Looking for a ride baby? Come on, get in!"

The girl climbed over the seat, offering him the place next to the 
driver. He could make out three women as his eyes tried to adjust to 
the level of light inside. The driver and the one who had spoken to him 
both had dark hair and gave him white and confident smiles. He felt a 
bit unsure of himself but supposed he could trust them. With some 
effort he tried to smile back, but mostly succeeded in looking 
sheepish. He also noticed a very pretty girl with long blonde hair 
sitting in the back of the van, looking at them. She somehow seemed 
different, a bit less outgoing than her friends.


"Hi, I'm Laura, pleased to meet you. This here is Jenny," the driver 
said, pointing at the young blonde who smiled at him for a second but 
then turned her head away. "She's a bit shy," she added, smiling 
teasingly at her. 

He told them his name and the girl who had offered her seat took his 
hand and shook it. "I'm Debbie. Are you going in our direction?"

"Um, uh... I guess so." He bit his tongue. Damn, why did he always 
have to make an ass of himself with women?

"Don't be shy," Laura laughed, "I'm sure we'll have a fun trip 
together." She glanced at her friends. "Right girls?"

They agreed. She started the van and drove off on the highway. As she 
shifted gear she brushed against his thigh and smiled at him. He turned 
his eyes away and felt uncomfortable. All these girls looked gorgeous, 
their bodies were well trained and he was surrounded by breasts firmly 
outlined in tight and sweaty tops. There was a scent of wild sexuality 
about these women and it was new to him. He hoped he wouldn't get a 
hardon, that'd be so embarrassing.

"Say, how old are you?" Laura inquired.

Right, Jeff thought, here we go again. "I'm 18."

"Aww, get outta here, how old are you really?" Debbie leaned forward 
between the seats.

"I really am 18."

"Well I sure hope you're telling the truth." She put her mouth at his 
ear and whispered. "You see, if you're not legal we can't... fuck you." 
The girls laughed.

Jeff looked down on his knees and blushed. "Please..."

"Come on," Laura smiled, "loosen up. We have a long journey before us 
and I hope you're not gonna be sulking." She placed her hand on his 
thigh and softly caressed it. Debbie put her hands on his bare 
shoulders and rubbed his neck with gentle fingers. Jenny sat at the 
end of the van, watching the scene quietly, the hint of a smile on her 
face.

"You'll have to forgive us," Debbie said and moved her fingers down on 
his chest playfully, "we're just a couple of poor sex-starved girls, 
and sometimes we're so horny we can't control ourselves."

"Yeah," Laura added, "then we just go crazy." She giggled and moved her 
hand to his inner thigh.

It was bound to happen. Jeff sat stiff on his seat as the girls touched 
him, but now he felt his hardon growing and he knew they had to notice. 
It was so embarrassing, he just couldn't look them in their eyes. Why 
did it have to be this way? he though. Why did he have this mental 
blocking everytime women came on to him? Laura's fingers had traveled 
inside the boy's shorts and was now touching his throbbing cock, making 
him feel both excited and uncomfortable at the same time. Looking 
through the window he noticed they were no longer on the highway, in 
fact they seemed to be on some dirt road in the middle of nowhere. The 
van had stopped.

"Let's do him," Debbie said and gave Laura a sly smile. She grabbed him 
under his arms and drew him over the seat to the back of the vehicle. 
Jeff was too surprised to fight her and landed on his back. Jenny was 
kneeling on the floor and picked up his head, gently letting it rest 
between her thighs as Debbie pulled his shorts off. The two girls 
quickly took off their tops and jeans as Jenny ran her hand across his 
forehead, trying to calm him.


"Me first!" Debbie said, her voice full of anticipation.

"Okay, but I get to do him."

"Fair enough." She knelt on top of him and grabbed his hardon, mounting 
it. Pumping up and down she touched his stomach and chest with her 
fingers, drinking his youthful body with her eyes.

"Aahh... yes! Fuck me little boy, fuck me!" Debbie did it hard, 
squeezing his organ within her, moaning and panting like an animal. 
She bent forward and playfully wrestled with his tongue in a hot kiss.

Jeff was stunned and didn't really understand what was happening around 
him. Then he was overcome with the erotic sensation and started to 
quite enjoy his treatment. Maybe this wasn't so bad, if they wanted to 
rape him why not let them? He lay his head back on Jenny's thigh, 
enjoying her gentle touch. She was different, not like the others. 
Quiet. Like him.

Debbie withdrew from him and he was mounted by Laura, the driver. She 
did it hard and wild too, but he didn't mind. Everything was alright. 
As he concentrated not to cum too early he suddenly noticed how his 
rapist reached for something. The pleasure in his eyes mixed with 
horror when he saw it was in fact a rather sharp-looking knife. Laura 
smiled at him and he tried to say something but couldn't get a word to 
leave his lips. She positioned the knife at his stomach, upper right of 
his belly button, and pushed it in. Jeff gasped at the sudden wave of 
pain that went through his body, but Laura just laughed and smiled at 
Debbie. Jenny ran her fingers across his cheeks, comforting him.

"Shhh..." she said with her soft voice, "It's okay. I'm here."

"W-why..." Jeff couldn't believe what had happened. His body twitched 
and blood ran from his mouth.

"This one's a great fuck!" Laura said to Debbie as she used his cock 
for her pleasure.

"Yeah, and he's so cute."

"Ahh, I'm cumming now. This is it!" Having her orgasm she stood up and 
let Debbie take over the dying boy. She fiddled a little with the 
handle sticking out of his stomach and fucked him until she had gotten 
what she wanted. Jeff was dead now and his body limp.

"Do you wanna fuck him?" Debbie asked Jenny. "He's still hard."

Jenny silently shook her head and looked down on the face resting in 
her lap. His empty eyes stared back at her.

The two girls pulled out the knife and carried the body to the outside. 
They dumped it behind some bushes and drove on.

Laura looked at Debbie as they were on the road again.

"You know," she whispered, "I'm worried about Jenny. She never wants 
to have fun."

"She's just shy. She'll get over it."

"Yeah, I guess."