Chapter 1

He'd been hanging around this one for some time, he just couldn't get enough of teenage girls; they were easy to seduce and were unlikely to tell their parents they'd been fucked, besides the threat of a beating usually stopped the ones he'd had to force himself on to, they having got cold feet, from going to any authority. His lifestyle renting cheap trailers short term, and bumming from one town to the next, made him cocksure of never being caught. His cock swelled as he thought of the cute pig-tailed Cindy he'd befriended when hanging out by the music store; today was the day, he'd take her in the old Impala, drive somewhere remote and fuck her senseless. She'd be here at the mall car park any time now; he rubbed his cock through his jeans as he thought of poking the softly freckled, creamy white skinned ginger teen.

Cindy signalled to the women in the car as she spoke into her phone.

"Yes, I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I won't let you down, transmitter's now on, see you later." Cindy adjusted the tight pink skirt she wore, lifting it high to expose her soft white thighs; her slender legs now fully displayed with white knee-length socks and red sandals. Her pert little breasts showed her excitement by way of her nipples poking through the tiny black boob-tube; her white exposed shoulders brushed either side by her ginger pig-tails, a sweet face with slightly up turned freckly nose, green eyes and red lipstick pout. Though she had done this several times before, the thrill of being fucked by a mature male had her pussy nicely aroused in her tight satin panties. She crossed the road and entered into the mall car park, making sure the device in her clutch bag was on.

Fenton grinned as he poked his head from the old Impala; it was distinctive, but not that distinctive in this part of the world, painted black it was almost obscure amongst the candy coloured Mustangs and Chargers that frequented the suburban sprawl. His cock stiffened as he viewed the nubile Cindy; she lowered her head as she smiled softly, expertly increasing her jail-bait appeal tenfold. Fenton took a swift look around and then ushered her into the car; her white thighs glowing against the black leather upholstery. At 45 Fenton was as old as the Impala's bodywork, but had little interest in women his own age; this was to be changed for him very shortly, as his cock surged as rigid as the gearstick he now shifted, his fate was sealed.

Cindy had been particularly easy to entice to this appointment, but this didn't arouse any suspicions in him; he'd had many nympho teens before, the expertise of a mature man being preferable to the usual spotty youths. Cindy's hand reached across and fondled his cock as they drove to the outskirts of town. Her enthusiasm ensured he concentrated on what was ahead, in his anxiety to get her somewhere remote, and quick.

Long, elegant nylon-clad legs squeezed at the accelerator and brake pedals in the stately and modern compact Chevrolet which followed 300 yards or so behind the Impala. In the passenger seat an equally elegant woman in her fifties clicked away with her digital camera on zoom. The brunette and shapely middle-aged driver to whom the legs belonged smiled as the camera snapped away.

"He's in good shape Lauren; I think Hortense Montgomery would be pleased to have his services." The auburn haired photographer laughed as her delicately manicured fingers rested from the shutter button for a moment.

"Oh how sweet that would be! From slim young girls to that fat domineering matron ... yes Marlene that would be very fitting come to think of it." The two drove straight on as the Impala took a dirt track to the left. The two carried on a few hundred yards and waited for the dust to settle before doing a U-turn and driving sedately up the track so as not to disturb the dust.

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