Times were tough - especially in Amy Hutchens' home town of Dawes, Alabama, population of one hundred and sixty-three. What with the recession and low employment, there really wasn't much of a future living here. And with the way things were at home with her ma and pa, Amy decided to leave soon after her eighteenth birthday. This was why she was currently getting fucked in men's bathroom at a gas station by a truck driver who had picked her up, hitchhiking near her home town.
Amy didn't have much money saved up, so needed to make sure every penny was accounted for. With a full backpack and small carry-on suitcase, the teenager's plan was to hitchhike her way through out of Butt-fuck nowhere and make it to two counties over to Belmeade which had a bus depot, where she could get a bus ride to Mobile - or maybe even New Orleans – and get a job as a stripper and hopefully get a start in life.
But first she had to make it out of her hometown, and the only thing was to wait for somebody to drive a long to pick the girl up. And why wouldn't someone stop? Amy was a beautiful young thing, barely eighteen with a tight teenage body that the men and boys in her town started lusting for, soon after she turned thirteen. Sure, she was tiny at five foot one inch of height, but she had inherited the large bosom from her mama which turned men mad with desire. And she had a slender waist and teenage ass (that her mama had lost long ago), along with a pair of long slender legs that looked great in jeans, skirts, or shorts. The blonde beauty had big, innocent blue eyes, a stunning face, and pouty red lips that had made her the most popular girl in school.
The blonde knew she looked fabulous and that she would have no problem hitchhiking her to her destination. She packed light – and since she was going to be a stripper decided to bring all of her sexiest clothes. Anything tight, revealing and thin was thrown into her backpack. Underwear, bras, and – most importantly – her sluttiest high heels were stuffed into the small suitcase. Amy waited at the side of the road for twenty minutes before the first vehicle came by and stopped. She was wearing a pair of tiny jean shorts that hugged the curves of her ass, a faded pink tank-top without a bra, and a pair of slinky white high heels. The heels probably weren't the best idea, but Amy figured she needed to draw attention to herself in order to get a ride. Her mane of wavy blonde hair that reached the small of her back was kept free, since she knew men liked her hair long and sexy like this.
It was sunny and hot outside – nearly a hundred degrees and it wasn't even ten in the morning yet. Luckily for Amy the first truck that came down the main road of Dawes stopped for the girl.
Looking up at the trucker, Amy hollered, "I need a lift to Belmeade!"
The man grinned. "Sure – hop in little lady!"
Amy was excited. Her journey was finally beginning. Soon she would be in Belmeade and things would finally be going her way. The girl brought up her gear and entered the cab. "Thanks, mister!"
"Call me Hank, darling."
"Thanks, Hank! My name's Amy!"
"Just sit back and enjoy the ride!"
Fifteen minutes into the ride, Hank the truck driver had a hand on her knee and was inching his hand up her bare thigh. Amy slapped his hand but Hand was a big, burly guy. At six feet, three inches tall and built like a bear, the trucker was huge compared to the diminutive blonde. So stopping his advances was pretty damned hard.
Frightened but angry at the same time, the teen screamed and made him stop at the next gas station – the Fast Gas which was barely ten miles from Amy's house. The place was deserted, but that was not unusual at this time of day. Amy exited the vehicle with her things and expected things to end there.
"Thanks for nothing, asshole!" Amy shouted out angrily, stamping away with her things and not bothering to look back.
What she didn't expect was for Hank to exit the vehicle, grab the girl, and start heading towards the washroom.
"W-w-wait! What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed, dropping her bags onto the ground. "STOP! HELP!"
Amy noticed that there was an old man working the cashier inside the gas station store, and he was peering back at them. She tried waving at the man but there was no reaction from the man.
Then Hank opened up the men's washroom door, pushed the petite girl inside, and closed it behind him. It was dim inside, and as Amy's eyes slowly adjusted to the interior, she thought it would have been better to have not seen all the details. The washroom was old, cramped and dirty. There was a small mirror above the sink, and next to this there was a stinky and stained urinal that looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. The lone bathroom stall housed a very dirty toilet as well.
The pretty blonde had her ass against the sink, facing and trying to fend off the trucker who was running his hands all over her voluptuous young body. He kneaded her breasts, cupped her ass and relished the feel of her soft, silky smooth legs.
"Damn, pretty lady! You're one grade-A piece of meat!" Hank stated. He had pressed his enormous frame against the tiny teen so that there was no place for her to escape to.
The blonde pummelled him back with her fists, and even tried to knee him in the groin, but it was like hitting a brick wall. "Fuck you, asshole! Stop it now or I'll call the cops!!"
"Shit, baby! By the time they've taken your statement I'll be out of the state – and do you think they'll believe a tramp like you anyways?" He smirked, and then whistled as he pulled up her tank top so that Amy's large breasts were revealed, her strawberry nipples hard and erect. "Not even wearing a bra – you little slut!"
He started to pinch her nipples roughly with both his hands, snickering as the teen whimpered in response. Squashed in between the sink and Hank's massive form, Amy stopped finally stopped fighting back. She was tired and her chest was heaving from her exertions. The man pulling and pinching her tender nipples didn't help matters.
He said, "See? I knew you wanted this! Goddamn, girl – you have got one of the most finest racks I've ever seen! It's like milking a cow!" The trucker continued to squeeze the girl's tits mercilessly.
Amy was squirming now from the stranger's administrations. "OH GOD!" she moaned, breathing heavily. She could feel the man's stirring erection pressed against her. The contact made her scared because his penis felt enormous! She pleaded, "Please – no – no – no! Please don't do this!"
"Do what?" Hank chuckled. He lifted the tiny teen up and put her on the sink so she was higher off the ground and closer to him. Hunching over slightly gave him the easier access for his mouth to slobber over Amy's beautiful titties. The trucker lewdly licked, chewed and sucked on the stunning blonde's sweet strawberry nipples. "You fucking slut – hitchhiking dressed like this? I know what sluts like you want, and I'll give it to you hard and fast, you bitch!"
"Oh shit!" Amy cried out. She was helpless against her would-be rapist. He was too large and strong for her, and all she could do was watch as he defiled her body. "N- NO! Stop it!"
One of Hank's hands slid down to the front of Amy's shorts and began to fumble with the top button. Amy tried to stop him but couldn't. Next he unzipped the front of her jean shorts, and his fingers hand crept deep into the crevice of her pants.
"Oh – you like that!?" Hank muttered, watching Amy as two of his fingers slipped into the front of her panties and started to play with her clit. The teen groaned loudly in response, then grunted as the trucker slipped two fingers up her pussy. There wasn't much room at the moment, but he managed to start fingering the girl a bit. "Mmmmmm – I like that! You have a nice bare pussy!"
The eighteen year old tried pulling her knees together, but it was all in vain. There was no way she could stop the trucker from whatever it was he wanted to do. Hank laughed as he saw the look on her face, the expression of distress and the hopelessness of her situation. So he started to yank off her jean shorts, which made the teen's eyes open, wide as saucers.
"NO!!"
"Let's see this sweet little bald pussy of yours, baby!" said Hank, licking his lips. She struggled a bit, but it didn't take long for him to pull down her shorts to mid-thigh. He whistled at the beautiful sight in front of him. "Damn – you are one gorgeous little filly! I just hope you are ready for my big ol' cock!"
Amy still had on her underwear – a small pink thong that Hank was able to pull off of her in one smooth movement.
"Ahhh!"
"SHIT!" Hank growled, mesmerized by the sight of the young beauty's' perfectly smooth cunt. It looked pink and fresh, the kind of pussy that only ripe young teenagers had. He pulled on her shorts for a few moments more before getting tired of it; instead he just ripped the flimsy material apart with his bare hands. Soon all Amy had on was her high heels and the pink tank-top that was bunched up over her heaving bosom.
"Stop, please!" Amy pleaded again. She had covered up her pussy with both hands, her pretty blue eyes looking up at Hank in despair.
Hank ignored her and unceremoniously shoved two fingers up the girl's pussy, all the way up to his knuckles. She grunted loudly at the invasion; the trucker had big hands and fingers – just two of his fingers felt like a good-sized cock to Amy. Wriggling her body as the man finger-banged her roughly, Amy glanced down at Hank's pants and worried at what he would be pulling out.
After a few minutes of brutally finger-fucking her, Hank sniggered at the shame-faced teen at the feel of the increasing dampness in her love-hole. "Getting wet, huh? You fucking slut!" Then he noticed the direction that Amy was staring at. "Oh – you want to see my willy?"
"NO!!" Amy yelped.
