Out Of Gas

When the engined sputtered and died, I cursed my stupidity. I'd forgotten until too late that the gas gauge had been on empty since the day before. And of course it happened right in the middle of a dark highway, eight miles from home. As I coasted to the shoulder, all I could think was "Damn, this could get dicey." It was 9pm, and I needed some good luck.

I sat in the car without moving; my heart was thumping in my chest. Maybe I was praying for a miracle, or maybe I was just trying to calm myself down. I tried to concentrate on the best way to handle the situation. Cars streaked past me for the next five minutes while I thought about getting out and trying to flag down help. Praying didn't seem to be working.

Reluctantly, I opened the door and placed one bare-legged, sandled foot on the ground. It was the middle of summer and in my mini-skirt and tank top I was not really ready to meet strangers on a dark highway. I wasn't even wearing a bra, for heaven's sake. As I walked around to the back of the car, I was caught in the headlights of an oncoming car that slowed and stopped in front of mine. I fought my panic and took a deep breath.

The driver's door of the old-model Pontiac opened, and a young man in his late twenties got out quickly. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, and looked just a little too pleased to have found this scantily-clad damsel in distress. But he didn't scare me; I felt relief, actually, that he looked so "normal."

"Hey, what's the problem? Flat?" he said.

"No, I ran out of gas. I feel so stupid," I said lamely. What would he do now? Syphon off a little of his gas? Take me to a gas station?

"Oh, okay, that's easy. Come on, I'll give you a lift to the gas station at the next turnoff. It's not that far. You'll be on your way in twenty minutes."

The thought of getting into a strange man's car may have been a tiny nag at the back of my mind in that moment, but I ignored it, figuring what choice did I really have? Wait for another stranger to stop? He went back to his car while I got my bag and locked my Fiat, and was already sitting inside when I walked over to the passenger side.

As I was about to open the front door, both doors on the right side opened at once, and two muscular young guys stepped out quickly. I think I was shocked and couldn't breathe, because I just froze. They each grabbed an arm and pushed me into the back seat, where another guy was sitting behind the driver. One of the guys who pushed me in got in beside me so that I was squeezed between two of them, and the other one got back in the front. The doors slammed and they peeled out into traffic.

At this point I was shaking uncontrollably and stunned speechless as well. I was terrified. They all looked very pleased, however, and immediately tried to relax me.

"Hey, honey, you're shaking. Take it easy. Nobody's going to hurt you," I heard one say.

Another said in a friendly voice, "We're just going for a ride is all. Don't worry, it'll be fun."

"What's your name?" the driver asked. I didn't answer.

The one on my left had his hand on my thigh and was looking to see how I was taking it, but I was frozen. I could feel his hand stroking the skin under my skirt and moving up to my crotch. The the one on my right began to stroke my neck and shoulder gently. My skin was taut and smooth, and the two of them were clearly enjoying the feeling, as well as the power they had over me. Working together, they each took a leg and pulled so that the crotch of my panties were now exposed, with my skirt riding up my hips. They each pinned a leg with one of their own, and now freely took turns running their hands across my pussy, teasing me sometimes by quickly going inside the leg of my panties. I was getting very wet, and they loved that. They each took one of my arms and pinned them with their bodies against the back of the seat, then pulled up my flimsy tank top up to my underarms and began playing with my breasts. One would lean down and suck and bite my breast while the other would continue fingering my pussy. I moaned, and I sobbed. I was terrified, but my body was turned on and it was driving me mad. When I was really juicy, I felt them taking turns finger-fucking me, and put more and more fingers inside, until I could feel myself stretching to the limit. They saw my breathing was getting heavy, and they seemed excited to see if they could make me come. I was thrashing around, wanting to escape and wanting to come at the same time.

All the time, the driver kept driving, but it was completely dark outside, and there was no sign of the highway anymore. I had no idea where we were but we'd obviously turned off somewhere, and the road was now very rough and bumpy. "Hey you guys, save some for us," was all he said. The one in the front passenger seat never said a word. He just looked back at my exposed breasts from time to time, with an intense stare that scared me even more.

The car rolled to a stop, and the driver turned off the ignition. The guys beside me opened both their doors and got out, while at the same time laying me down roughly on the back seat. One pulled off my top, and the other yanked off my panties.

"Yes sir, we're gonna have a party tonight!" whooped the driver as he hopped out. "Let's have a taste of that pussy!" From one side of the car, one of the guys was holding my harms over my head, while the driver came in from the other side. He dived right into me like he just wanted to have pussy juice all over his face. Pinning my legs wide open, he slobbered and sucked and licked my pussy while the others chanted and egged him on. I started screaming, and when I came it was pretty obvious.

"Turn her over!" ordered the driver. And the one holding my arms twisted me around with the driver's help so that I was on my belly a second later. The driver pushed my knees up and grabbed me around the waist where my tiny skirt was bunched up, so that my ass was in the air. He put his hand in my pussy and then I could feel his fingers in my ass. By now I was sobbing and begging them to stop, but they just seemed to enjoy that more. He started pushing his hard cock into my ass, and the stab of pain was unbelievable. Harder and harder he pushed until he was all the way inside and everytime he moved, the pain stabbed me again. His hands were squeezing and pinching my breasts as he pumped at my ass, and finally he stopped with a loud groan.

"Yeah! My turn!" shouted another one. This one flipped me on my back again and straddled me roughly, shoving his huge prick into me with no attempt at easing it in. The third guy, meanwhile was dropping his pants, and almost before I could get a breath, he was sitting on my face and pushing his cock into my mouth. I had one pounding into my cunt while the other one was choking me with his huge cock. He pumped away until he came, and I felt his hot sperm drooling into my throat and gagged. If it weren't for the angle he had to sit at, I probably would have suffocated. He got off me, but the other one wasn't finished yet, and now he slapped my breasts as if he needed something extra. He pinched my nipples hard and slapped me again, and then he cried out with his climax.

The quiet guy from the front seat had just stood watching with wide eyes the whole time, and hadn't done anything. Now the others were telling him it was his turn. They dragged me out of the car and forced me onto my knees on the ground, while he undid his pants. They pushed my face onto his stiff cock and I just did what I had to do, hoping he'd come fast. I heard him groan, and he was grinding his hips into me. One of the guys stood behind me and pushed me so that I couldn't pull away. I sucked his head, and put the whole thing in my mouth; I used my hands to massage and rub, hoping he'd finish quickly. It seemed like forever, but finally he came in my mouth with a couple more thrusts into my throat, then pulled out. I choked and threw up, and collapsed with my face in the dirt.