If you are being honest with yourself, hitchhiking across the country with your bi girlfriend was a terrible idea at first. It is easy enough to get out of New York, there are plenty of people willing to help you out. But as your path starts to drift south, the drivers stopping to pick you up are increasingly republican and vulgar. It still needles you, every time they call you a dyke. Worse, they tend to get grabby with whoever sits shotgun. At first your girlfriend went out of her way to take it. But that was too hard on you, to sit in the back seat and watch some chubby guy reach across and stroke your girlfriend's thighs, or grope her pussy or tits. It was so frustrating and disgusting to see her used like that.

So you took her place. It wasn't much better, but at least you didn't have to watch her debase herself over the miles. You never gave the drivers the satisfaction of knowing they were getting to you. That every squeeze of your tits left you feeling soft and feminine to their hard and masculine. That every time they pushed aside your panties to finger you, you got wet.

And then there was a long stretch of highway, and this heavyset trucker at the rest stop was the only one going that way. You didn't have any pot, and not much money to pay for fuel, so...

You felt so vulnerable, sitting next to him completely naked. Somehow your girlfriend was cheerful about also being nude for the ride, and you wonder how much this sexual exploitation is something she enjoys. And she always gave good advice when the trucker grabbed your head and pushed it down to his lap. You learned pretty quick how to give a good blowjob. Between your girlfriend's sweet encouragements and his deep moans, it was almost exciting, rewarding in some way, even if your jaw gets tired and you feel like the flavor of his cum will linger on your tongue for days.

After miles of sucking him off and feeling him grope and squeeze your tits, it doesn't even occur to you to resist him when he parks for the night and pushes you down onto the bottom bunk in the back of the truck cab. You start to hyperventilate as he pries your legs apart and settles between them. Your girlfriend holds your hand and strokes your hair. Slowly, you calm, listening to her tell you how proud she is that you're doing this for her. When you calm down, she places her tit on your mouth, and you happily suck on it, grateful for this soft familiarity, even as something hot and firm plows into your pussy. You whimper into her boob as strong hands grab your hips. It's overwhelming, feeling his weight crash into you, feeling his cock brutalize your sopping wet hole. You feel your breasts jolt and jiggle with each thrust. You feel the odd warmth against your vulva when he hilts that you realize are his balls resting against you. Some primal part of you likes that, flooding your well-churned pussy with even more juices.

It's baffling, utterly absurd. You're a lesbian, formerly a gold star lesbian. And yet here you are, desperately sucking on your girlfriend's nipple to distract yourself from how much your body is actively working to impregnate you. The way you arch your back into his touch when he palms your breast. The way you instinctively wrap your legs around him to pull him just a little deeper inside you. The way your pussy is milking his cock, coaxing and begging for semen. Your body is rewarded, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you as he grunts and groans and paints your insides white. You let your girlfriend's tit fall from your mouth as you bask in the warmth of a filled womb and the weight and the scent of the man who bred you. The trucker lays on top of you, softening inside you and resting his head between your breasts. It's almost cute, somehow. You fall asleep fairly quickly.

You wake the next morning, alone in the bunk. A quick check between your thighs proves that yes, you got fucked last night, it wasn't a dream. At which point you realize what the squeaking and heavy breathing above you means. You get out of the bunk to find your girlfriend with her arms and legs wrapped around the trucker, his tongue in her mouth. Your pussy throbs, confused emotions roiling in your chest. You're upset that she's kissing him, that is the biggest shock. Somehow, seeing her have sex is, well, hot, but also just part of the deal. The kissing though, that's too tender, too intimate, it should have been you. You should be the one trapped under him, forced into a French kiss...

This trip is messing with your mind, you can't believe you actually thought that! You turn away from them, ignoring the muffled moans and wet noises of two of her holes being occupied. Eventually the trucker has his fun and passes you, giving your butt a slap. You finally turn around and climb onto the top bunk. Your girlfriend just lays there, a goofy smile on her face. She really is pretty slutty, you are beginning to truly realize.

Your eyes are drawn to her slit, still leaking his semen in a lazy flow. You'll just have to ignore that, you need to do something to shore up your identity as a lesbian. Yet even as you lick and slurp and suck at her crotch, you can't help but taste the flavor of his cum from every inch of your girlfriend's pussy. Thank goodness she starts eating you out just then, or you would have to confront exactly why you are so wet.

It's a relief when he drops you two off at the next town. You can wear clothes again, and not feel like a living sex toy. Admittedly not for long, since the two of you are starting to run a little low on cash. Your girlfriend negotiates with the scrawny Indian guy running the gas station. She gets to shoplift some food, he gets a titjob from you in the bathroom. It's as you suck on his sweaty cock and he paws at your tits wrapped around his shaft that you start to wonder if you guys are actually running low on cash. She's been the one handling the money for the most part, but there was a little smirk on her face when she offered your services to this guy. You still take his load into your mouth, and let him see your pussy since he's so embarrassed, desperate, and kinda cute.

The next car ride is a bit of a doozy. It's an older married couple, the husband is in his fifties, a real silver fox that fucks you like a god in the back seat of the car, playing your body like a finely crafted instrument. You didn't know you could cum just from having a cock in your pussy and dirty thoughts whispered in your ear. You aren't even jealous of your girlfriend getting to play with his smoking hot redhead wife in her forties while she drives. It certainly helps that you melt into a puddle when she pulls into a rest stop to eat her husband's cum out of your honeypot, calling you a good girl in her smokey smooth voice. And then you are on the road again, the husband fucking your ass as your face is pressed against the window. Every moment of your guts twisting with pleasure heightened by the sure knowledge that a beautiful woman is going to be tonguing your ass to get his cum.

For once, your girlfriend is the jealous one, when everything is over and they drop you off at a bus station. You end up teasing her, telling her about every little detail of how good his cock felt plowing you open, how his rough, calloused fingertips pinched your nipples or rubbed your clit. How he drove you wild with promises to kidnap you and breed you for years as a concubine to share with his wife. Your girlfriend can't take it anymore and pushes you down to sit on your face, grinding her hot, wet frustration against you. Not that you mind, especially when she licks your pussy with a jealous intensity that makes you want to tease her even more.

After that, she refuses to let you hog all the men you two exchange sexual favors with. You aren't exactly upset about that, you can finally admit that seeing her worship a cock is pretty hot. It's ironic, by the time you actually make it to San Francisco, you are about 50% less gay than when you started out. You also have that married couple's phone number, in case you ever want to try being a sex slave for a while. All in all, you're glad your girlfriend brought you along out here.