The Hitchhiker
by Allan P.

You know how guys are. We have these fantasies that several women would have sex with us at the same time. For most of us, that never happens. In my case, I just got lucky.

It was kind of a stupid situation, to be honest. I miscalculated how far I could go when the gas gauge was getting close to empty. The nearest service station was about two more miles down the road, and I thought I could make it okay. I was just on my way back from San Francisco and was getting close to town. Suddenly the engine sputtered and died. All I could do was coast to the side of the road and shout a few curses.

I didn’t want to leave the car alone (a fairly new BMW sports car that would probably attract a thief), but there wasn’t much choice. Rather than walking the distance, I thought I’d get back quicker if I hitched a ride. So I put my thumb out.

Several cars whizzed by before anyone stopped. It was a big old Chevy with four young women. They looked about mid-twenties, each one better looking than the last. I couldn’t believe my luck! I got into the back seat, and we took off for the gas station. What happened next was the farthest thing from my mind. Sort of.

"Let’s keep him," the one with the short blonde hair said, laughing to the one with black hair. "He’s cute enough," smiled the petite brunette, turning to face me from the front seat. Her cleavage nearly reached her chin. "Well? What do you say?" asked the redheaded driver with a slow drawl, "Can we keep you?" Geez. What a question!

"Sure," I laughed. "As long as you’re good to me." The four ladies exchanged knowing glances but said nothing. Just before we reached town, the driver made a sudden left turn into a rural neighborhood, drove up a short hill, and pulled into a garage. The door rumbled shut behind us. "Okay, girls! He’s ours!" said the one with red hair and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.

With that, they pulled me out of the car and into the house. I probably could have run off, but I wasn’t that idiotic. As soon as we reached the living room, they went right to work. The blonde fastened a black collar around my neck and clipped a chain to it while the others peeled off my clothes. First my jacket, then my shirt. The redhead buried her face into my chest hair before sucking on my nipples. "I’m going to do this to your prick, too," she said, looking up through her sultry eyelashes. I almost sprang out of my pants.

The black-haired beauty went straight for my belt buckle, snapping the leather through it and then using her teeth to pull it from the loops. Once it was on the floor, she went for my zipper. It was a good thing. If she hadn’t undone it, I’d have broken through my jeans. "You have quite a wad," she giggled, struggling to get the zipper to slide over my expanding load. Then she slipped my jeans down to my ankles and exclaimed, "Look, girls! He’s a briefs guy!"

They all gathered around, pulling on the elastic waistband and peeking inside. "Great ass!" one of them said. Another looked astonished, "His prick is even better! I don’t know what we’re going to do with this thing!" She pulled it out of my briefs and whispered, "It must be eight inches long!" "Uh, it’s nine," I said proudly.

"Okay, enough of this," said the brunette, who seemed to be the group leader. "Let’s get moving." She pushed me onto the sofa and removed my shoes, jeans and briefs. When I was completely undressed, the blonde yanked on the chain, as if I were some kind of errant puppy, and led me down a darkened hallway into a large bedroom. One of the girls was already in there, lighting dozens of candles. The bed comforter was tossed aside, revealing two black straps fastened lengthwise around the mattress.

Blondie wrapped a couple of nylon restraints around my wrists, while the black-haired one put a matching pair on my ankles. "Lie on the bed!" the redhead ordered, "Face up." I hate to admit this, but at that point I got a little worried. And that bit of fear made me even more excited. Each girl took a limb and fastened me, spread-eagle, to the mattress restraints.

"We can’t put the cock ring on when he’s in that condition," the black-haired one said. She snapped a rubber band against my shaft, deflating it instantly. Then she took a leather cock ring and wrapped it underneath my balls and around my rod.

Her red lips caressed me back to full length as she ran her tongue up and down my sensitive member. Meanwhile, the blonde stood on the bed, straddling me as she pulled her short dress over her head. Only then did I notice that she was wearing no panties.

She was handed a bottle of flavored lube and proceeded to rub it onto her crotch, which was positioned right over my face. I wanted to grab it with both hands, but my bonds wouldn’t allow it. Another girl, the one with black hair, removed her own skirt and t-shirt, revealing small but firm breasts that pointed upward. She grabbed a long red feather boa, wrapped it around herself like a snake, and began to gyrate as she pulled it over her shoulders, around her breasts, between her legs, and back again. I didn’t know which sensation to go with... my cock being sucked, the glistening pussy above my face, or the sensuous dance beside the bed. Any one of them would have been plenty!

The brunette sat in a chair at the foot of the bed and simply smoked a cigarette, watching the show. I wondered if they were doing this for me or for her.

Finally, that beautiful pussy came down right on my face. I sucked for all I was worth, enjoying the mixture of her juice and the almond-flavored lube. She gyrated hard on my tongue, till I almost thought I was going to suffocate. It would have been a terrific way to die! Suddenly she let out a soft scream, pressed her crotch against my nibbling teeth, and shuddered violently before falling into a heap beside me.

"Okay, now the other side," said the brunette from her chair. "Get face-down." Two of the girls undid my restraints and turned me over. My cock was so hard by then that I didn’t think I could lie flat, but somehow I managed. Once the restraints were fastened again, the blonde put on a harness with a dildo attached. "I’ll bet you like it in the butt, don’t you?" she cooed. My heart nearly stopped.

She applied some kind of numbing gel to my ass, then she got on top of me and started to shove that thing into a place where nobody had gone before. It was the oddest sensation I’ve ever felt. Somehow she knew exactly where to go – to that sensitive place right behind my dick. I couldn’t believe that a woman could be so talented with a rod of her own.

As she pounded away, I felt her tits bouncing all over my back. It was too much. I tried to hold back, but it was totally out of my control. Every time that dildo reached in to touch that spot, I let go with yet another gusher. I must have soaked that bed straight down through to the floor.

And the brunette still sat there doing nothing but smoking her cigarette.

We did get some gas. Eventually. And my car was safe and sound, right where I left it. I tried to call on my captors about two weeks later, but they weren’t there. The weird thing was, the guy who answered the door said he’d lived there for the past year with two other males. He had no idea who the girls were