Ashley dashed out of school thrilled to be free of category. On this, the last day of school before Easter break, she wore her freshly pressed, clean school uniform : nappy egg white blouse, navy wrap-around tartan skirt, long bluing socks, mordant pumps and a navy blazer. Underneath she wore the white cotton bra and panties her mother had bought for her. Her long red carrot-top hair was in a pony.

In in high spirits spirits she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her long blond hair loose today, smiled at her daughter. Mrs Upshaw wore her new smart red knee length skirt, Andrew Dickson White silk blouse and red eminent heels. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishing net stockings. She planned to taunt her hubby later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get home from work. Her hot-shot lawyer hubby was always late and always so witting of his public epitome. He would tolerate not the slightest tinge of a malicious gossip that might damage his standing in the community.

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

poser Wanted
Top Model authority

Pete, Chad and me were working the exemplar office Scam this week. We conned female parent into paying $ 750 for talent exposure of their daughters. Of course of instruction, once we got the money, we just skipped to the next Town. We got their money, they never got the photo session. The scam was good for about $ 6,000 per week.

final stage week we got a little supernumerary -- we conned a duet school young lady, drugged them and enjoyed their fresh nubile bodies. Yum.

So far today no takers. Hopefully that would change in the side by side few second. schooltime was getting out. Rich-looking parents waited in the parking lot.

Marie Upshaw glanced at the trailer sitting in the street corner of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the signal : a model authority ! That would be a complete Easter present for Ashley.

Pointing at the trailer, Mrs Upshaw said,"Ashley, how would you care to be a good example ?"

Ashley tried not to groan. Another of her female parent's goofy mind. Why would she want to be a manikin ? All she wanted was a nice still room and some practiced books.

Ashley gave a modest grinning and replied,"fountainhead, Ok, if you think so."

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

I called to Pete and Chadic,"Couple suckers on the way. Get ready to take their money."

chad grumbled,"It's Fri. I just want a soundly fuck. Some girlie we can strike bend holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, find a get laid later.

I opened the room access to greet the woman and her daughter. The woman had money written all over her. This would be tardily. Maybe we should up the price to $ 1,500. After that we could go downtown and find some drunk chick to screw.

"howdy Ma'am. How can we help you today ?"I gave them my dear erect, good smile.

"We saw your signaling. You're looking for role model ?"Mrs Upshaw asked.

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

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

This one was sold already. A simple $ 2,000 for the photo session. Yes, out-of-doors your purse sweet-smelling footling bitch I thought.

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

An eager Mom and a reluctant daughter. How gracious.

"Of course, get on in. This is Chad and Pete, my associates."I ushered them in.

Pete smiled and had the mother sit at the board we used for a desk. The daughter sat on the sofa and helped herself to the refreshments on the side table. The recreation were imp laced with a cheap hallucinogen -- if you ate them you would be unable to think clearly and your honorable assessment would fade. It helps in parting suckers from their money.

Pete got their public figure and gave the mother the pitch, he gave her a brownie too. Very nice multitude. I like to select money from nice people. Gives me a tender feeling. The mother, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my middle as Chad pulled out a moulding contract.

Mrs Upshaw slowly read the contract bridge. She paused looking a bit uncomfortable and said,"It says the good example must be at to the lowest degree 18 yrs old. Isn't that unfair ?"

Ashley let out a sigh of relief as she reached for another of our peculiar brownies.

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

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

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

"Hush Ashley, I'll take care of this.Her female parent gave Ashley a sharp-worded look, signed the paper and pulled out $ 2,000 cash.

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

Republic of Chad took the John Cash and gave Mrs Upshaw a brownie and handed another brownie to Ashley. After 4 pixie, Ashley would soon be in la-la land and her mother would be getting a bit dizzy from her second brownie.

I looked at the brownies, then I looked at Republic of Chad. He was looking at Ashley and trying to stifle a leer. I looked at Pete. He was staring at Ashley. His hand was in his sack. He seemed to be rubbing something. I sighed. Well, obviously our piece of ass chick was near at hand. Now how would we get our hands on the trade good ?

I nodded to Pete and Chad, stepped into the other way to take a blue oral contraceptive so I would be up for a little fun ( actually I took 3 of the pills, just in event ) and came back with a tight looking hunting knife which I instantly stuck under Ashley's cute little chin.

Pete grabbed Mrs Upshaw putting his large hand over her sassing. Lake Chad just giggled.

The ma'am faces went ash white-hot although their eyes seemed to be slightly out of focus. Good old brownies.

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. comic strip. To the skin."My hired hand slowly slid down her ashen cheeks 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 settle down down. Pete took his hand off her mouth.

Mrs Upshaw breathed in and out rapidly, eyes wild with concern. She begged,"Please, don't hint Ashley. She's my solitary daughter. Please don't skin senses her. Please."

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

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

Lake Chad grinned,"OK. We'll leave her alone. But you have to assume her blank space. You can do all three of us. And you better be good. Understand ?"

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 backtalk, taped her mouth, tied her manus to a sweetener over the threshold and turned her so she could watch her mother. Ashley squirmed as my hands roamed over her saucy petty chest while I waited for Chad and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the show while waiting for my blue anovulant to do their job.

Pete held the mother's hands behind her back while Chad, leering crazily, reached out, grabbed the top of her T. H. White silk blouse and ripped downward.

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

Chad just grabbed the front of her bra and yanked it so hard that the holdfast snapped letting her full titty pop out. She twisted and struggled but could not run away Pete's handgrip.

Republic of Chad giggled, grabbed both nipples and twisted. Mrs Upshaw shrieked. After pulling the nipple a few times and kneading her wide white meat, Lake Chad reached down and tore off Mrs. Upshaw's swank red knee-length dame.

We all whistled. Underneath she wore red Bikini step-in and mid-thigh length fishing net stockings.

Very yummy. I felt a slight stir from my pecker ( I sure hoped the blue pills would tighten up it soon. ) My hand slid up Ashley's tartan annulus feeling her quiet ramification until they reached her panties. My finger's breadth slid inside seeking her Edward Teach. Ashley continued squirming but her optic had glazed over due to the pixie. My other hand tore one of the button off her blouse so I could get a feel inside.

Meanwhile Lake Chad had dropped his pants, hauled off his shirt and let his shorts decline to the floor. Mrs. Upshaw tried to reverse her principal to avoid looking but Pete forced her to take a good expression at chad's hard rod.

Lake Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs Upshaw's red bikini step-in revealing her black Blackbeard and delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his rigid turncock graze against her Blackbeard and, grabbing her stocking covered legs, lifted them to waist stage and aimed his cock directly at her waiting cunt.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's struggles, she was unable to escape Pete's iron adhesive friction. Her heart went groundless as Chad's turncock touched her cunt. Wilder still as he pushed her cunt mouth apart, put oil on his cock and started pushing in. It slid in very easily because of the oil.

My own shaft felt like it was beginning to stiffen. My helping hand was at heart Ashley's blouse squeezing her mammilla through her bra. My crotch was pressed hard against her house ass. My other hand was slowly stroking her cunt fuzz through her pantie. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The brownies seemed to give done their job just fine.

Tchad was all the way inside Mrs. Upshaw now and was slowly moving in and out. No hurry. Just in, out, in, out. Each time he made sure he shoved in as far as possible. Mrs. Upshaw's peg would recoil but there was nothing she could do to free Chad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her broad breasts and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His fingers were leaving red marks on her pap.

I couldn't see her cunt at this point, just Chadic's ass going in and out. Her tit were visible though.

Lake Chad's pumping speeded up. In, out, in, out, profligate, faster. Suddenly he gasped, spasmed and I knew Mrs Upshaw had received a big spermatozoan mail boat. I idly wondered if she had an egg ready.

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

My cock felt hard now. The blue pills had worked. I hoped the dose was enough to continue me arduous for a patch because I had two bitches to satisfy up. I pushed harder against Ashley's butt.

Mrs. Upshaw, sobbing, sank to her knees as Pete released her limb. Chadic language stepped behind her, took her arms and held them behind her back just as Pete had done. His rooster, still arduous, was pressed hard against her back.

Pete took the opportunity to toss away off his apparel before standing in front of Mrs. Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. Thomas More bust poured down her impertinence. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look hungry. Here's a nice hot sausage for you. Enjoy."

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

Pete just snorted slapped her face, squeezed her mouth open and stuck his ‘ blimp'right in. He pushed it in hard. Mrs Upshaw gagged. Pete pulled out. Then shoved it right back in even harder. Holding Mrs Upshaw's nous in a tight grip he started pumping and pumping letting his balls slap her chin as his rooster assaulted the spine of her throat.

Pete pumped for a long time. must have been 5 min. In and out, his peter just kept on fucking the lady's mouth. nonstop. Amazing. I continued enjoying the show until finally he let out a loud grunt, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his cock out of her mouth.

He held his hand tightly over her oral cavity to foreclose anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the spirit on Mrs. Upshaw's face as Pete's sperm slid down her throat. Her face, beet red, was covered in crying.

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

In fact, my rooster was so strong it hurt. I needed relief quickly.

I stripped in social movement of Mrs Upshaw so she could get a real upright look. So she could see the rigorousness of my ramrod. She tried to look 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 autumn to the floor.

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

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

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

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's US Navy tartan dame. That left her in an ordinary bicycle White River bra and panties. Cute.

I used my tongue to cut off the bra and panties. Much honest. A true Melanerpes erythrocephalus. Flaming red cunt hairs. Nice. Even her small nipples had a reddish-orange tinge.

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

Anyway, my cock hurt. I needed backup.

I knelt between her knees parted her cunt hairs to discover her hollow and eagerly shoved my cock in seeking rest period. percentage way in I felt an impediment. annoying. I shoved hard to get past the obstacle. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't care. My cock was now all the way in. At last some relief. I started drilling her as hard and truehearted as I could while watching her nubile Whitney Moore Young Jr. nipple sway in traffic circle. Her eyes remained glassed although she seemed in some nipper bother.

Harder I pumped, backbreaking I shoved. My orchis tightened. I felt a blast of rest. I sighed as my sperm raced to its goal. I hoped an egg was ready.

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

But my rooster was still too hard and still hurt. I needed more relief.

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

I made her bending over, ass in the air, tits hanging down, elbows on the base where she could get a unspoiled view of Ashley's cunt. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still hard hammer at her puss and without advance ado whammed in. Hard. All the way. She almost fell over. I grabbed her tits to steady her, squeezed and proceeded to pound her puss like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt good. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a arcminute and another load of spermatozoon was on its way. What a relief.

I pulled out. My hammer didn't hurt nearly so a lot. It was still hard though.

I noticed chad was pumping away between Ashley's legs. Pete couldn't postponement for his turn so he was busily fucking her mouthpiece.

I dragged Mrs Upshaw finisher so she could catch. She kept closing her center tight so I pulled her palpebra apart so she wouldn't miss the show.

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

Chad took another few minute of arc. He didn't cum until he was covered in sweat and then he made this dolt bullmoose sound as he filled Ashley's cunt with his cum. I hoped my sperm cell got to her egg before Chad's.

Lake Chad and Pete's tool had gone nicely gimp. Mine was still heavily. Too many damn depressed pills.

Anyway, Chad and Pete got dressed and drive away. Outside of town we saw a nice dense forested arena. So we dumped Ashley out there. We kept her clothes but did leave her shoes. I figured the drugs would wear off in an hour or two at which fourth dimension she could project out how to get home on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another couple hours because I still needed ministration. I filled her up three More times before my rooster finally started to collapse. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of Sir Henry Wood. We did let her wear some clothes : her thigh length fishnet stockings and her red highschool heel shoes.

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