Hitch-hiking and getting a wild ride

Chap 1

I was 16 years old and had only been driving for about 6 months. I had an old truck given to me. It was not much but it was mine. It had a lot of minor problems, one in particular led to this story: The fuel gauge did not work. Since I had just started driving I was not very good at estimating gas usage and how much I had left in the tank.

It was mid-July and I was on my way home from work. I worked for a local farmer and we had been putting up hay since early that morning. The field we were working was about 20 miles away from town. I thought I had enough gas to get to town but was way off in my estimate.

I was the last one to leave the field and went about 3 miles down the county blacktop road before I ran out of gas. It was no use to go back to the field and siphon fuel from the tractor because it was diesel. So, I dejectedly started walking towards town, hoping that someone would come along. I was not betting on it because this road was rarely traveled and no one lived along it. It was surrounded by farm fields.

I had been walking for about 15 minutes and an I saw an old Dodge van approaching. I was elated, but then thought to myself “what are the chances they will give me a ride?” because I was not a very good sight: I was wearing a pair of threadbare blue jeans that had a couple holes in them. One in particular looked bad – I had caught the left rear pocket on the edge of the hay wagon when I jumped off. The material ripped upward from the lower right corner of the pocket to the belt loop on my left hip. This exposed part of my upper left thigh and my left buttock which was covered by my tightie whities.

My shirt was an old linen shirt that used to be long sleeved. I had unceremoniously ripped the sleeves off which left jagged edges around the arm holes. It looked pretty bad but was comfortable to wear while putting up hay. It was cool but the material was thick enough to keep the hay stubble from poking through to my skin. I also had on a pair of tan, lace up Redwing work boots that were about on their last go around. I generally wore my oldest clothes when putting up hay because they get worn out so quickly from the chafing of the hay.

I was hot, sweaty, and sun reddened from being in the field all day. So, here is a young guy, ragged looking, walking along a remote country road late in the day. Who is going to give him a ride?

Well, the people in the van did! I could not believe my good fortune! At least I think it was good fortune. I am still not sure after all these years have passed.

There were two women in the van. The driver, I will call her “Dee”, and the passenger, I will call her “Pam” since I never did learn their names. Dee was approximately 40 to 45 years old, about 5′-6″ tall, about 170 lbs with 36 B or C tits. She was wearing a pair of cut-offs and a “wife-beater” t-shirt with no bra underneath and an old pair of flip-flops. The stringy edges of the cut-off shorts were sinking into her fleshy thighs and her thumb-size nipples were straining against the thin white cotton of her t-shirt.

Pam was about 35 to 40 years old and rail thin. She was wearing a faded pair of jeans that looked like they were painted on they were so tight. She had a tube top shirt that was well worn and sagged down which exposed the upper half of her perky, 32 B tits. She did not have any shoes on.

Both women had non-descript facial features and light brown hair. They could have been cousins? sisters? I do not know. They were not ugly but they were by no means attractive. Both appeared a little disheveled and un-kept. Sort of looked like they had been camping for a couple days with no fresh clothes or shower facilities – not filthy dirty, but not squeaky clean.

The van pulls over and I see Pam slip between the front bucket seats into the back of the van as I get into the passenger seat. Dee asks what’s going on and I explained my situation to her. I felt a little uneasy – not sure what they were doing out here or why they were giving me a ride. They were not from this area. It was a relatively small town and I knew most of the people in it. There was a river nearby and sometimes people would go down there to fish or swim, but usually not two women alone.

She started to drive off and said she would give me a ride to town. The floor vent below the dash on the drivers side was open and as the van picked up speed the rush of air coming from it hit the back of my seat and caught the torn flap of my jeans and flipped it up. Pam giggled and pointed it out to Dee. I was embarrassed and pushed it back down and tried to set on it. It just flew back up again, Dee said “Don’t to worry – its not the first time I saw men’s underwear”.

Pam, setting in the back, said “From what I see it looks pretty good” and laughed a little. I immediately turned red, more so than the sun had reddened me. I turned to look over my shoulder at her and my eyes, having adjusted from the sunlight, saw into the back of the van. There were no side windows, just two dust covered rear windows, one in each rear door, which cast a yellowish light inside the van. It looked like they lived in there – clothes along the floor on one side and a mattress on the floor on the other side. Pam was sitting cross-legged on the mattress facing towards the front of the van.

I just wanted to get to town and get out of here. The blue jean flap flew up again and Dee said “Just let it go honey”. I was kind of caught off guard by that and just sat there. I could feel the air flowing across my hip and into to gap at the back of my jeans. Pam said “Yeah, I like that, you were right. He is lean and hard”. My mind was racing now, not sure what was going on.

Dee replied “yes, I think we have a good one here”. I did not really like the sound of that and was beginning to get a little nervous when I felt Pam’s fingers hooking into the elastic around the leg hole of my underwear. I jumped a little and looked down at her hand as she firmly grabbed the elastic and pulled it upward exposing the flesh of my buttock. I felt the material of my underwear crunch my balls as she stretched it upward to expose as much of my skin as she could. “Mmmmmm Hmmmmmm” she moaned. Dee said “take off your shirt – it is awfully hot in here and you will be more comfortable. Being in the hay field all day, you probably want to cool off”. “That’s ok” I replied “It’s not that far to town”.

Pam let go of my shorts, took off her tube top and threw it to the back of the van. I could not help but look at her titties as she sat there giggling. “See, it is much better without a shirt on” she said as she jiggled her titties.

“Besides that” Dee added “I did not ask – I told you to take your shirt off.” As she finished saying that she reached down near her left foot, into the door pocket at the bottom of the door, and pulled something out. That something turned out to be a handgun! She nonchalantly laid it on the dash in front of her with the butt of it resting against the windshield pillar. The entire time she just kept staring straight ahead as we slowly drove down the road.

I was really freaked out now. I had no idea what was going to happen. Did they have more guns or weapons of any sort? Was I going to make it to town? I had no idea but thought my best chance was to just go along with whatever they said.


I took off my shirt and put it on the floor between my feet. I was pretty proud of my body. I did not lift weights but all the farm work did the trick. I was lean and had well defined muscles. Not body builder big, but well shaped and visible muscles. I am 5′-11″ tall and at that time weighed 152 lbs. The work in the hay field the past two weeks had really toned up my upper body.

The air rushing across my sweaty skin gave me goose pimples and caused my nipples to harden a bit as the sweat cooled on them. “Oh my god” Pam gushed out as she leaned forward and began to trail her fingers from my belly button, across my abs, up between my tan pecs and across my nipples. This sent a tingle through my body, both fear and sexual excitement. She quickly leaned around and clamped her lips onto my sweaty left nipple and bit down and began to swirl her tongue around it. This caused me to sharply inhale – both from the suddenness of it and from the pleasurable sensations she was causing in me.

Despite the situation I felt my cock begin to harden. Pam let her fingers slide down my stomach to my crotch. The nervousness I felt was not nearly as powerful as the sexual urges of a 16 year old! She firmly gripped my semi-hard cock and squeezed it. As she did a huge rush of blood shot into my prick and it immediately bloomed to full erection. Pam inhaled deeply, pulled her moth off my nipple and looking at Dee said “My god, his dick just exploded in my hand”. Dee looked over at her and said “Damn it. I told you to not go too fast. Shit!”

“No, no” Pam replied “he did not cum. His dick just went from little to huge in like one second. It spread my fingers apart as it got hard.” She was massaging my cock as she was having this conversation with Dee. I was starting to think this might be ok. I will get back to town safely.

“All right” Dee said “but I want mine too”.

“Don’t worry” I said. Dee asked “what are you talking about – I’m not worried, I got the gun.”

“I mean, don’t worry, I can cum a lot” I replied. Dee said “You better”. I was just trying to diffuse the situation a little because Dee seemed pretty angry when she thought Pam had made me cum already. I decided right then that I would just remain silent for the rest of the time.

“So it’s ok” Pam said as she began to excitedly unfasten my pants. “He can cum a lot so you’ll get yours and I want some now!” She was on her knees beside my seat. She twisted around until her butt was against Dee’s seat and as she unfastened my jeans she told me to raise my ass up. As I did this she used her right arm to reach over in front of me and grab the belt loop on my right side und used her left hand to grab the waistband on my left side.

While she did this I caught a whiff of her right underarm and nearly gagged! There was a very pungent aroma coming from it. As she was jerking down my pants I caught a couple more whiffs of her armpits. To be quite honest, after I got over the initial nasal assault, there was something about it that kind of turned me on. It kind of spoke to something deep within me, something animalistic. It just inflamed my cock even more, making it pulse.

She jerked my jeans and underwear down to my knees. My dick bent painfully down until it popped out from under the waistband of my underwear and slapped against my belly with a loud smack.