Ashley dashed out of schoolhouse thrilled to be dislodge of classes. On this, the close day of school before Easter jailbreak, she wore her freshly pressed, clean school uniform : chip white blouse, dark blue wrap-around tartan skirt, longsighted blue air sock, inglorious pumps and a navy sports jacket. Underneath she wore the white cotton bra and panties her mother had bought for her. Her hanker red carrot-top hair's-breadth was in a pony.

In high intent she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her tenacious blonde hair unleash today, smiled at her daughter. Mrs Upshaw wore her new chic red knee joint length annulus, whitened silk blouse and red high cad. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishnet stockings. She planned to badger her husband later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get home base from employment. Her hot-shot lawyer husband was always late and always so conscious of his public ikon. He would abide not the fragile suggestion of a scandal that might damage his standing in the community.

I watched from the window of our travel prevue. We had put out our old wooden hand-painted sign that said :

MODELS Wanted
Top mannequin Agency

Pete, chad and me were working the manakin representation scam this week. We conned mothers into paying $ 750 for talent photos of their daughters. Of course, once we got the money, we just skipped to the following township. We got their money, they never got the photo session. The cozenage was good for about $ 6,000 per calendar week.

Last week we got a petty extra -- we conned a couple school girls, drugged them and enjoyed their fresh nubile organic structure. Yum.

So far today no takers. Hopefully that would interchange in the next few minutes. School was getting out. Rich-looking parents waited in the parking lot.

Marie Upshaw glanced at the house trailer sitting in the niche of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the signaling : a modelling representation ! That would be a perfect Easter present tense for Ashley.

Pointing at the poke, Mrs Upshaw said,"Ashley, how would you like to be a model ?"

Ashley tried not to moan. Another of her mother's goofy melodic theme. Why would she want to be a model ? All she wanted was a nice quiet elbow room and some beneficial books.

Ashley gave a small smile and replied,"Well, Ok, if you think so."

Marie put her arm around Ashley and they headed toward the trailer.

I called to Pete and Chad,"mates suckers on the way. Get ready to hire their money."

Chadic language grumbled,"It's Friday. I just want a in force fuck. Some girlie we can deal turns holding down."

Pete added,"Yeah. Something with a bit of fight."

I agreed. But, money first, determine a fuck later.

I opened the door to recognise the woman and her girl. The cleaning lady had money written all over her. This would be slow. Maybe we should up the toll to $ 1,500. After that we could go downtown and find some sot chick to screw.

"Hello Ma'am. How can we help you today ?"I gave them my best upright piano, honest smile.

"We saw your mark. You're looking for models ?"Mrs Upshaw asked.

"Certainly. Were you interested or would it be your daughter ?"A bit of flattery always made the purses open easier.

Mrs Upshaw smiled,"My girl always wanted to be a modeling. Can we come inside and talk ?"

This one was sold already. A bare $ 2,000 for the pic session. Yes, exposed your wrinkle cherubic piffling bitch I thought.

Ashley piped up,"Mom. I don't … ''. Her mother hushed her up right away.

An eager Mom and a reluctant girl. How nice.

"Of course of study, total on in. This is Republic of Chad and Pete, my associates."I ushered them in.

Pete smiled and had the mother sit at the table we used for a desk. The girl sat on the sofa and helped herself to the refreshments on the English mesa. The recreation were imp laced with a cheap psychedelic drug -- if you ate them you would be ineffective to imagine clearly and your respectable sound judgement would fade. It helps in parting suckers from their money.

Pete got their name and gave the mother the pitch, he gave her a brownie too. Very gracious people. I like to get hold of money from nice the great unwashed. Gives me a lovesome feeling. The female parent, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my eyes as Republic of Chad pulled out a modelling contract.

Mrs Upshaw slowly read the contract bridge. She paused looking a bit uncomfortable and said,"It says the model must be at least 18 yrs old. Isn't that unjust ?"

Ashley let out a sigh of rest period as she reached for another of our particular brownie.

Chad said,"That's the law. We're really scrupulous about following the law. Just sign and we'll arrange the photo session."

Mrs Upshaw thought about it, then said,"Of row I'll preindication. Ashley is definitely 18."

Ashley's optic widened,"Mom ! I'm not … ''.

"Hush Ashley, I'll take maintenance of this.Her female parent gave Ashley a discriminating spirit, signed the paper and pulled out $ 2,000 cash.

Cash ! We wouldn't have to concern about a stop payment on a check.

Republic of Chad took the hard cash and gave Mrs Upshaw a brownie and handed another pixy to Ashley. After 4 pixy, Ashley would soon be in la-la body politic and her mother would be getting a bit giddy from her back brownie.

I looked at the brownies, then I looked at chad. He was looking at Ashley and trying to stifle a sneer. I looked at Pete. He was staring at Ashley. His hand was in his pocket. He seemed to be rubbing something. I sighed. wellspring, obviously our shag chick was near at hand. Now how would we get our script on the commodity ?

I nodded to Pete and Chad, stepped into the former room to take a blue sky pill so I would be up for a niggling fun ( actually I took 3 of the contraceptive pill, just in case ) and came back with a smutty looking hunting knife which I instantly stuck under Ashley's cute little chin.

Pete grabbed Mrs Upshaw putting his large hand over her mouth. Tchad just giggled.

The ladies faces went ash Stanford White although their eyes seemed to be slightly out of centering. Good old brownies.

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. Strip. To the skin."My hand slowly slid down her ashen nerve to her neck and then to the top of her blouse. Her female parent struggled frantically.

Holding the knife to Ashley's throat, I motioned for Mrs Upshaw to calm down. Pete took his hand off her mouth.

Mrs Upshaw breathed in and out rapidly, optic wild with fear. She begged,"Please, don't mite Ashley. She's my only daughter. Please don't hint her. Please."

"Why not ?"Chadic interjected. He wanted Ashley, right now !

Mrs Upshaw's eyes welled up with tears,"I'll do anything. Just don't touch her. Anything ! Please !"

Chad grinned,"OK. We'll leave her alone. But you have to demand her place. You can do all three of us. And you better be good. sympathise ?"

Mrs Upshaw sobbed,"Just don't hurt her. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just leave Ashley out of this."

I put in,"No job. You fuck us. And everybody will be happy. Ashley will be perfectly safe."

I stuffed a rag in Ashley's back talk, taped her mouth, tied her hands to a crotchet over the doorway and turned her so she could see her mother. Ashley squirmed as my men roamed over her pert little breasts while I waited for Chad and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the appearance while waiting for my down in the mouth pills to do their job.

Pete held the female parent's hands behind her back while Chadic, leering crazily, reached out, grabbed the top of her white silk blouse and ripped downward.

Mrs Upshaw gasped as the clitoris went flying all over exposing her thin front-loading red bra. Her breasts heaved. Tears started rolling down her buttock. She begged,"Please don't hurt me. Please."

Chad just grabbed the front of her bra and yanked it so hard that the fastening snapped letting her full phase of the moon breasts pop out. She twisted and struggled but could not escape Pete's grip.

Chad giggled, grabbed both mamilla and twisted. Mrs. Upshaw shrieked. After pulling the nipples a few times and kneading her wide-cut tit, chad reached down and tore off Mrs. Upshaw's last word red knee-length annulus.

We all whistled. Underneath she wore red bikini panties and mid-thigh length fishnet stockings.

Very yummy. I felt a rebuff flurry from my peckerwood ( I sure hoped the blue devil contraceptive pill would stiffen it soon. ) My bridge player slid up Ashley's plaid annulus feeling her smooth out legs until they reached her pantie. My fingerbreadth slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her eyes had glazed over due to the brownies. My other hand tore one of the release off her blouse so I could get a feel inside.

Meanwhile Chadic language had dropped his gasp, hauled off his shirt and let his drawers fall to the floor. Mrs. Upshaw tried to turn her caput to avoid looking but Pete forced her to take a good look at chad's hard rod.

Tchad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red bikini panties revealing her ignominious Edward Thatch and delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his rigid stopcock graze against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered leg, lifted them to waist degree and aimed his cock directly at her waiting cunt.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's struggles, she was unable to get out Pete's atomic number 26 grip. Her oculus went groundless as Chad's cock touched her cunt. Wilder still as he pushed her snatch sassing apart, put oil on his putz and started pushing in. It slid in very easily because of the oil.

My own turncock felt like it was beginning to stiffen. My hand was inside Ashley's blouse squeezing her tits through her bra. My crotch was pressed hard against her firm ass. My other hand was slowly stroking her slit hairs through her scanty. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The brownie seemed to have done their job just fine.

Chadic language was all the way inside Mrs Upshaw now and was slowly moving in and out. No hurriedness. Just in, out, in, out. Each time he made sure he shoved in as far as possible. Mrs. Upshaw's branch would kick but there was cipher she could do to dislodge chad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her full breasts and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His finger's breadth were leaving red soft touch on her tits.

I couldn't see her snatch at this point, just Chad's ass going in and out. Her boobs were seeable though.

Chad's pumping speeded up. In, out, in, out, riotous, faster. Suddenly he gasped, spasmed and I knew Mrs. Upshaw had received a big spermatozoon packet. I idly wondered if she had an egg gear up.

Mrs. Upshaw seemed to be sobbing as Republic of Chad pulled out. He slapped her tits a few prison term before nodding to Pete and saying,"Your turn."

My peter felt hard now. The blue anovulant had worked. I hoped the dose was enough to sustain me firmly for a while because I had two bitches to sate up. I pushed harder against Ashley's butt.

Mrs Upshaw, sobbing, sank to her knees as Pete released her arms. Lake Chad stepped behind her, took her arms and held them behind her back just as Pete had done. His cock, still voiceless, was pressed hard against her back.

Pete took the opportunity to discard off his clothes before standing in front of Mrs. Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. More tears poured down her impudence. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look hungry. Here's a nice hot blimp for you. Enjoy."

Mrs. Upshaw shook her headspring and begged,"No, please. Not that. Please."

Pete just snorted slapped her face, squeezed her lip clear and stuck his ‘ blimp'right in. He pushed it in unvoiced. Mrs Upshaw gagged. Pete pulled out. Then shoved it right back in even harder. Holding Mrs Upshaw's capitulum in a tight grip he started pumping and pumping letting his ballock slap her chin as his cock assaulted the back of her throat.

Pete pumped for a foresighted time. Must have been 5 minutes. In and out, his shaft just kept on fucking the Lady's mouth. nonstop flight. Amazing. I continued enjoying the appearance until finally he let out a forte grunt, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his pecker out of her mouth.

He held his deal tightly over her mouth to keep anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the face on Mrs. Upshaw's cheek as Pete's sperm slid down her throat. Her face, beet red, was covered in tears.

By now, my cock was unbelievably hard. I wondered if, maybe, I'd taken too many blue pills.

In fact, my pecker was so operose it hurt. I needed ministration quickly.

I stripped in front of Mrs Upshaw so she could get a real good feeling. So she could see the hardness of my ramrod. She tried to count away, then I grinned and said,"Don't worry, I'm not going to touch you."

I turned to Ashley. Untied her and let her dusk to the floor.

Mrs Upshaw sobbed,"NO ! NO ! You promised ! Don't touch her. You promised."

While ripping off Ashley's crisp whitened blouse, I politely answered,"We lied."

Pete stuffed some textile in Mrs Upshaw's mouth so she wouldn't make too lots noise.

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's navy tartan bird. That left her in an ordinary Elwyn Brooks White bra and panties. Cute.

I used my knife to cut off the bra and panties. a great deal better. A dead on target redhead. Flaming red puss hairs. Nice. Even her minuscule nipples had a reddish-orange tinge.

Ashley mumbled something and tried to campaign me away but she was too far gone in la-la land.

Anyway, my cock hurt. I needed stand-in.

I knelt between her knees parted her cunt hairs to notice her mess and eagerly shoved my shaft in seeking relief. percentage way in I felt an obstruction. annoyance. I shoved hard to get past the obstructer. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't aid. My cock was now all the way in. At last some assuagement. I started drilling her as hard and loyal as I could while watching her nubile young knocker sway in R-2. Her eyes remained glass over although she seemed in some pocket-size pain sensation.

Harder I pumped, concentrated I shoved. My balls tightened. I felt a bam of succor. I sighed as my sperm raced to its goal. I hoped an egg was ready.

Pulling out I noticed my peter was covered in red. That's when I realized what the blockage was -- I'd just had myself a virgin. God I was proud of myself !

But my dick was still too tough and still hurt. I needed more relief.

I looked at Mrs Upshaw, grinned and said,"Your turn. You can help oneself me get your daughter's succus off my cock."She looked absolutely horrified.

I made her fold over, ass in the air, tits hanging down, elbows on the base where she could get a good scene of Ashley's snatch. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still severely turncock at her cunt and without boost ado whammed in. Hard. All the way. She almost fell over. I grabbed her tits to steady her, squeezed and proceeded to hammering her cunt like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt good. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a mo and another onus of sperm was on its way. What a relief.

I pulled out. My tool didn't hurt nearly so much. It was still severely though.

I noticed Republic of Chad was pumping away between Ashley's branch. Pete couldn't wait for his turn so he was busily fucking her lip.

I dragged Mrs Upshaw closer so she could observe. She kept closing her eyes tight so I pulled her lid apart so she wouldn't miss the show.

Pete came first. He pulled out and I made for sure Mrs Upshaw got a good vista of his cum dripping out of Ashley's mouth.

Chad took another few minutes. He didn't seed until he was covered in swither and then he made this poor fish bullmoose phone as he filled Ashley's puss with his cum. I hoped my sperm cell got to her egg before Chad's.

chad and Pete's cocks had gone nicely gimp. Mine was still hard. Too many damn blue pills.

Anyway, Chad and Pete got dressed and drove away. Outside of townsfolk we saw a nice dense forested expanse. So we dumped Ashley out there. We kept her apparel but did leave behind her shoes. I figured the drugs would wear out off in an hour or two at which time she could figure out how to get home on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another couple hours because I still needed alleviation. I filled her up three more times before my cock finally started to crumple. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of woods. We did let her wear some clothes : her thigh length fishnet stockings and her red high up heel shoes.

After all, she deserved to look stylish when she went hitchhiking .