Chapter 1

Bryn was sixteen when she decided she didn’t want to live with her mother in the Burning Bush trailer park anymore. It was not a snap decision; she had been thinking about taking off for a while. But that morning was the last straw, after her mom’s creepy boyfriend, Dean, had walked into her bedroom just as she was waking up, looked her over with his beady eyes, and then grabbed her ass as she was walking to the bathroom.

“Get your hands off me, ya creep,” Bryn had snapped, slapping at the old guy’s hand as he gripped almost her entire butt cheek in his big palm.

In Dean’s defense, Bryn had a super cute ass, her little bubble butt erotically encased in a pair of too-small- and almost transparent-yellow panties that she wore to bed every night, paired with the undersized yellow chiffon babydoll top of her old nighty. Now that she had grown three inches to 5’8”, the cute babydoll nighty that had demurely covered her two years ago, looked more like a stripper’s costume this morning. Since she had blossomed into a tall and sexy teenager, the see-through nighty flowed down from the filmy cups covering her b-cup tits to just brush over the top of her bony hips, the ruffled bottom edge just calling attention to the muscled swell of her finely sculpted ass cheeks.

“Just checkin’ to see if you’re ripe yet, babe,” Dean chuckled, releasing his grip on her ass, and giving her a little ass-slap, “just like checkin’ vegetables at the market.”

“You’re a disgusting perv,” Bryn snarled at Dean, walking quickly away, her sexy little butt bouncing as she quick-stepped into the trailer’s tiny bathroom. Though she snapped at her ma’s boyfriend, she had to admit that she enjoyed the attention her newly sexy body was attracting, and she got a little tingle when the much older man grabbed her ass. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something about older men turned Bryn on.

Just the past week, she had stayed overnight at her friend Bree’s trailer and had almost been raped by Bree’s older brother Danny. What had started out as a game of Twister and evolved into a little playful wrestling match with Bryn and Bree, ended up with Bryn sprawled face down on the floor, with Danny straddling her struggling body. Bryn could feel his stiff cock pressing against her ass crack, only her thin panties and his boxer briefs separating his cock from her hot little pussy. Later that night, after she and Bree had fallen asleep, Danny had snuck into Bree’s room where the two girls were sleeping. He had shushed Bryn to be quiet, took her by the hand and led her back to his bedroom. He had then slowly and gently eaten her virgin pussy, and once she was aroused and her pussy was creaming, Danny had gently but forcefully taken her virginity. It had hurt at first, but after a few minutes of her young pussy generously producing its slick lubricant, Bryn had begun to enjoy the older boy’s fucking, and she had moaned in ecstasy as she neared her first orgasm. But before she could climax, the boy had cum first and filled her little pussy with his hot semen. If only the hot boy could have kept fucking her a little longer, she could have felt an orgasm, too. Bryn had heard from her friends that younger guys were like that- they came too fast. Older men, she heard, could fuck for hours. Maybe that’s one of the things that made her fantasize about an older man.

Bryn knew she was drawing more attention from men since she had her growth spurt, and she noticed both her teachers at the high school and the other men and boys around the trailer park looking at her as she walked to and from school. That morning, she decided that if all these men were so fuckin’ interested, she would take advantage of that interest and hitch a ride out of town and find a new place to stay. She knew her mom had been takin’ money for years for sleeping with Dean and a few previous boyfriends, so why shouldn’t she cash in as well? She would find a rich guy who would care for her and buy her stuff, and he wouldn’t be creepy like Dean ... In Bryn’s mind, she’d find the perfect guy, who would take her away from the crappy trailer, and the crappy trailer park where she lived. It seemed to Bryn that almost every man she encountered seemed interested in her developing teen body, so why not take advantage and when one she liked showed interest, lure him in and get him to do what she wants.

At sixteen, Bryn was now a tall and thin girl but with noticeably firm and pointy tits, as well as the lovely mini-bubble butt that Dean liked to grab. Her strawberry blond hair was long and thick, and she liked to wear it in long pigtail braids on each side of her pale face, which made her look a little younger than when she wore it long and gathered in back. Her face was plain, with a small nose, a cute mouth with a cute upper lip that revealed two protruding front teeth. She had picked up the nickname because of her bunny-like front teeth and her out-thrust upper lip.

She emptied her hot pink school backpack of her books and things and packed a few basic items for a road trip. She packed her nighty and matching panties, as well as her regular uniform- cutoff shorts and a cotton sleeveless t-shirt, plus an extra pair of old cotton panties that her ma had bought for he when she was a tween. She didn’t really have new panties, since she rarely wore panties anymore and hadn’t bought any recently. Everything was jammed into her school backpack since she didn’t want her ma to know she was running away when she left home that morning. What she wore was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was something she could adjust to look a little sexier once she was well away from home.

So when Bryn got dressed that morning, she was thinking about wearing something that would catch the attention of an older guy driving through her sketchy town. In Bryn’s teenage mind, she wanted to wear something that would communicate that she was sexy, available, and old enough to be on her own. She knew that at sixteen she was just barely legal and that no guy wants to pick up an underage girl. She needed to look older than sixteen but still sexy and cute.

She wore her tightest jeans, a pair of well-worn, skinny jeans with some slits and holes, that form-fit her sexy ass and toned thighs and then flared out a bit over her ankles. While she wore them out of the house pulled up, the jeans were what used to be called “hip-huggers.” Bryn knew that once she was out by the road with her thumb out she could push the jeans down on her hips and show off her flat and sexy tummy and abs to attract a little more attention. The top she picked was just a button-up pink cotton crop top with short sleeves, but it could be unbuttoned a little to show more cleavage. As she wore it, it stretched nicely over her little torpedo tits, leaving little to the imagination. Under the top, she wore her old cotton jersey training bra that just cradled her tits and was not designed to provide any support. When her ma bought the training bra, and Bryn stopped wearing it after about three weeks, Bryn had told her ma that her tits was “all trained.” She also decided to wear her cork-heeled sandals that had heels about three inches high that made her look taller, and maybe a little older. They also had the effect of making her look sexier, by forcing her posture to be more erect, pushing both her little butt, and her tits outward from her lithe body.

Instead of her usual twin braided pigtails, she pulled her hair back into a single fat ponytail, held in place with a pink scrunchy. With her hair pulled back and her mouth closed into a semi-serious look, she looked like a typical teen, maybe a little older.

Instead of walking up the road toward the school she stood on the side of the road heading out of town and put her thumb out.

It didn’t take long for a man driving by to spot the sexy teen and pull over. Bryn had not thought out her plan to run away, so when the man powered his window down and asked where she was headed, she said she was headed to Charleston, the state capitol, which was about three hours away. He smiled and said that’s where he was headed, and she smiled back and hopped in.

As they drove along, Bryn looked at the much older guy and he looked at her. He was probably fifty, Bryn guessed. He was wearing a nice suit and in pretty good shape. When he smiled, his big smile made him look kind of sexy, and when he put his hand on her thigh as they drove along she didn’t object. Like with her ma’s boyfriend, she got a little tingle with this guy. But unlike creepy Dean, this guy was polite and seemed nice. When he asked where she was going, she made up a story about her aunt Betty and how she was going to spend the weekend with her, and some other BS. She figured she’d just get out wherever he stopped and find a place to stay once she got there. The guy said his name was Doug, and he was headed to the capital on business. Bryn decided he was the sort of older guy she might want to hook up with, so she looked for opportunities to flirt and maybe figure out a way to see if he might be the right guy for her. Bryn was the sort of teenager who was so naïve that she was open to believing that an old guy who picked her up hitchhiking might just be her ideal lover.

Doug sized up the girl as they chatted on the long drive from Springville, and after a few minutes, it was obvious to Doug that this girl was a little younger than she had told him (18), had never been out of Springville, and had made up the aunt story. The more they drove, and the more he listened, the more he became convinced that she was probably a runaway, and by the way she was dressed, probably from the trailer park that he had passed right before he picked her up. He decided not to actually try to find out her real age, as he didn’t really want to know.

He gently tried to get information about her living situation and got Bryn to admit she lived with her mother in the trailer park and that her ma had a boyfriend who she really didn’t like. When he asked about her father, Bryn said she didn’t have a dad, which meant he had left her ma when she was young, and she didn’t know him. The more they drove, the more she confided, and by the time they got to the edge of Charleston, Bryn had admitted that she really didn’t have place to stay, unless she called her aunt and could convince her aunt not to rat her ut to Bryn’s mom, her sister.

“So I guess the truth is that you are running away because your ma’s jerk boyfriend has been molesting you, and you just said that’s enough, right,” Doug asked the girl, framing the question like she was doing the only right action she could.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I just got to find myself a place, and get a little job doing somethin’ once I get to Charleston,” Bryn said. “I’m sure everything will work out. Don’tcha think?’

Could she really be so naïve and innocent as to believe that things would just “work out” for a sixteen-year-old hitchhiker, dumb as dirt and with just her cute little b-cup tits to offer in exchange for a place to stay, food to eat and whatever else a teenage girl needs these days? Well, maybe she could, thought Doug. Maybe it’s just my lucky day.