The Hitch Hiker

The Hitch Hiker



Daniel was divorced and living alone. His stupid job had been the cause of his marital problems because he had to spend so much time on the road. If only he and his ex-wife Sally had kids, she would have had something to keep her occupied whenever he was away. But that was not to be, no matter how hard they tried, and Sally’s apparent barrenness overburdened the shaky marriage. Perhaps, he had always thought, if I had spent more time at home, filling Sally’s cunt with my sperm, she might have been successful in becoming pregnant.

He usually avoided picking up strangers when he drove, but after two hours on the road, and an empty apartment behind him, Danny was ready for some companionship, someone sitting next to him in the car, chattering away. It had been raining for some time, and the temperature had dropped outside his warm vehicle. He was so busy looking ahead, trying to drive safely in these miserable conditions, that he almost missed seeing the huddled form moving along the edge of the road. Apparently, drivers of the few cars ahead of him had not noticed the hitchhiker, or just did not care.


Slowing down carefully, Dan eased the car onto the shoulder, then backed up even more carefully. When the figure was about fifteen feet behind his car, he stopped and beeped the horn. To his surprise a rain-sodden woman opened the door, slid, dripping, into the passenger seat, and pushed a small backpack down between her feet. She looked like a drowned rat. Her clothes were thoroughly drenched, her hair was plastered to her face, and her shoes were an absolute wreck. When Danny reached over to pull the door shut, he noticed that she had a bulging stomach; she appeared to be somewhat pregnant.

The girl partly turned her young, pretty face to him and said, “Thanks, mister. Thanks for stopping.”

Daniel was fascinated by pregnant women; possibly it had something to do with his own marital failure. He had looked forward to fucking Sally when she was with child. He had anticipated placing his hands on her swollen belly as his slid his cock deep into her cunt. However, that had never happened. Now such a women with her fetus developing within her, growing and pushing her tummy out, was seated next to him, exciting him. Maybe, he thought, he could ingratiate himself with her and see what developed. When he arrived at his motel, it would be easy to invite her to his room.

“Where are you headed?” he asked as he turned up the heater.

“I don’t know. Anywhere, I guess,” she mumbled, hanging her head down.

“I’m going to Erie. I’ll take you there if you want.”

“Great.”

“Are you feeling the heat now?” he asked, still adjusting the control of the ventilation system.

“Yes, thanks.”

Daniel continued to ask her a new question every few minutes, and eventually, in spite of her laconic answers, he obtained a small list of facts about the girl. Her name was Vera and her parents, self-righteous christian fundamentalists, had kicked her out of the house when her condition became an embarrassment to them. She looked younger, but claimed to be just eighteen and had just graduated from high school the previous June.