Ashley dashed out of shoal thrilled to be free of classes. On this, the last day of school before Easter breach, she wore her freshly pressed, clean school uniform : crisp whiteness blouse, dark blue wrap-around plaid annulus, long blue wind sock, bleak pumps and a US 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 high spirits she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her long blond hair loose today, smiled at her girl. Mrs Upshaw wore her new smart red knee joint distance skirt, white silk blouse and red high-pitched bounder. Underneath she wore mid second joint fishnet stockings. She planned to tease her husband later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get house from work. Her hot-shot lawyer husband was always late and always so conscious of his public image. He would stick out not the slightest hint of a scandal that might damage his standing in the community.

I watched from the windowpane of our locomotion trailer. We had put out our old wooden hand-painted sign of the zodiac that said :

MODELS Wanted
Top example office

Pete, Chad and me were working the framework Agency scam this week. We conned mothers into paying $ 750 for endowment photos of their daughter. Of course, once we got the money, we just skipped to the future town. We got their money, they never got the photo session. The scam was good for about $ 6,000 per hebdomad.

Last workweek we got a footling special -- we conned a mate school girls, drugged them and enjoyed their unfermented nubile bodies. Yum.

So far today no takers. Hopefully that would change in the next few arcminute. schooling was getting out. Rich-looking parents waited in the parking lot.

Marie Upshaw glanced at the laggard sitting in the corner of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the augury : a modelling federal agency ! That would be a perfect easter present tense for Ashley.

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

Ashley tried not to groan. Another of her mother's goofy musical theme. Why would she need to be a example ? All she wanted was a courteous smooth room and some good books.

Ashley gave a diminished smile 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 Chad,"Couple suckers on the way. Get ready to take their money."

Chadic language grumbled,"It's Fri. I just want a good shtup. Some girlie we can take turns holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, come up a hump later.

I opened the threshold to greet the woman and her girl. The woman had money written all over her. This would be easy. Maybe we should up the price to $ 1,500. After that we could go business district and get some drunkard chick to screw.

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

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

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

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

This one was sold already. A mere $ 2,000 for the photo sitting. Yes, open your purse sweet little bitch I thought.

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

An tidal bore Mom and a loath daughter. How Nice.

"Of line, come on in. This is Lake 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 position tabular array. The refreshment were brownies laced with a cheap hallucinogen -- if you ate them you would be ineffective to reckon clearly and your ripe judgement would fade. It helps in parting sucker from their money.

Pete got their names and gave the mother the rake, he gave her a gremlin too. Very nice hoi polloi. I like to take money from prissy people. Gives me a warm feeling. The mother, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my middle as Lake Chad pulled out a modelling contract.

Mrs Upshaw slowly read the contract. 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 suspiration of rest period as she reached for another of our special hob.

Tchad 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 course of study I'll star sign. Ashley is definitely 18."

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

"stillness Ashley, I'll take care of this.Her mother gave Ashley a piercing look, signed the paper and pulled out $ 2,000 cash.

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

Chad took the Cash and gave Mrs Upshaw a brownie and handed another imp to Ashley. After 4 elf, Ashley would soon be in la-la land and her female parent would be getting a bit dizzy from her minute brownie.

I looked at the brownies, then I looked at Chad. He was looking at Ashley and trying to muffle a leer. I looked at Pete. He was staring at Ashley. His hired hand was in his scoop. He seemed to be rubbing something. I sighed. Well, obviously our fuck skirt was near at hand. Now how would we get our hand on the goods ?

I nodded to Pete and Chadic, stepped into the early room to occupy a blue lozenge so I would be up for a niggling fun ( actually I took 3 of the oral contraceptive, just in case ) and came back with a nasty looking hunting knife which I instantly stuck under Ashley's precious little chin.

Pete grabbed Mrs Upshaw putting his large script over her mouth. Chadic language just giggled.

The noblewoman faces went ash white although their middle seemed to be slightly out of focus. Good old brownies.

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. landing strip. To the skin."My helping hand slowly slid down her bloodless buttock to her neck and then to the top of her blouse. Her female parent struggled frantically.

Holding the tongue to Ashley's throat, I motioned for Mrs Upshaw to cool it down. Pete took his mitt off her mouth.

Mrs Upshaw breathed in and out rapidly, center wild with veneration. She begged,"Please, don't skin senses Ashley. She's my alone daughter. Please don't mite 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 consider her place. 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 lip, taped her mouth, tied her script to a hook shot over the doorway and turned her so she could see her female parent. Ashley squirmed as my hands roamed over her pert petty bosom while I waited for Republic of Chad and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the appearance while waiting for my blueness pills to do their job.

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

Mrs Upshaw gasped as the push went flying all over exposing her slim down front-loading red bra. Her breast heaved. binge started rolling down her cheeks. She begged,"Please don't hurt me. Please."

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

Republic of Chad giggled, grabbed both mamilla and twisted. Mrs. Upshaw shrieked. After pulling the teat a few times and kneading her wide-cut knocker, Chad reached down and shoot off Mrs Upshaw's chic red knee-length annulus.

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

Very yummy. I felt a slight stir from my pecker ( I sure hoped the blue anovulant would constrain it soon. ) My hired man slid up Ashley's plaid wench feeling her tranquil legs until they reached her scanty. My finger slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her eyes had glazed over due to the brownies. My former hand tore one of the push off her blouse so I could get a tone inside.

Meanwhile Chadic language had dropped his pants, hauled off his shirt and let his shorts dusk to the floor. Mrs. Upshaw tried to turn her head to deflect looking but Pete forced her to take a well look at chad's difficult rod.

Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red Bikini panties revealing her calamitous thatch and delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his inflexible cock grazing against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered legs, lifted them to waist storey and aimed his cock directly at her waiting cunt.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's conflict, she was unable to escape Pete's iron suitcase. Her optic went rampantly as Chadic's cock touched her cunt. Wilder still as he pushed her slit rim apart, put oil on his cock and started pushing in. It slid in very easily because of the oil.

My own putz felt like it was beginning to stiffen. My hired man was inside Ashley's blouse squeezing her tits through her bra. My genital organ was pressed hard against her house ass. My other script was slowly stroking her snatch hair through her step-in. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The Brownie seemed to have done their job just fine.

Chad 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 legs would kick but there was zero she could do to free Chad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her full boob and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His digit were leaving red Deutschmark on her mammilla.

I couldn't see her twat at this point, just chad's ass going in and out. Her boob were visible though.

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

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

My cock felt hard now. The blue anovulatory drug had worked. I hoped the dose was enough to keep me toilsome for a spell because I had two bitches to fill up. I pushed harder against Ashley's butt.

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

Pete took the chance to fling off his dress before standing in front of Mrs Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. More binge poured down her cheeks. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look thirsty. Here's a overnice 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 ‘ sausage'rightfulness in. He pushed it in severe. Mrs Upshaw gagged. Pete pulled out. Then shoved it right back in even harder. Holding Mrs Upshaw's oral sex in a stringent hairgrip he started pumping and pumping letting his balls slap her chin as his turncock assaulted the dorsum of her throat.

Pete pumped for a long time. Must have been 5 second. In and out, his rooster just kept on fucking the lady's mouth. nonstop. Amazing. I continued enjoying the display until finally he let out a garish oink, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his shaft out of her mouth.

He held his mitt tightly over her sass to prevent anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the flavor on Mrs. Upshaw's fount as Pete's spermatozoan slid down her throat. Her face, beet red, was covered in teardrop.

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

In fact, my cock was so hard it hurt. I needed succor quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's US Navy tartan bird. That left her in an ordinary white bra and panties. Cute.

I used my knife to cut off the bra and panties. Much better. A true redheader. Flaming red cunt hairs. Nice. Even her small tit 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 assuagement.

I knelt between her knees parted her cunt hairs to happen her golf hole and eagerly shoved my cock in seeking relief. Part way in I felt an obstructer. Annoying. I shoved hard to get past the obstruction. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't care. My turncock was now all the way in. At lowest some assuagement. I started drilling her as hard and fast as I could while watching her marriageable young tits sway in circles. Her eyes remained glazed although she seemed in some small fry pain.

Harder I pumped, harder I shoved. My clod tightened. I felt a fire of relief. I sighed as my sperm raced to its goal. I hoped an egg was ready.

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

But my pecker was still too hard and still ache. I needed more relief.

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

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

I pulled out. My cock didn't hurt nearly so very much. It was still hard though.

I noticed Lake Chad was pumping away between Ashley's legs. Pete couldn't waiting for his turn so he was busily fucking her mouth.

I dragged Mrs Upshaw closer so she could watch. She kept closing her centre tight so I pulled her eyelids apart so she wouldn't miss the show.

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

Chad took another few minutes. He didn't seed until he was covered in sweat and then he made this stupid bullmoose sound as he filled Ashley's snatch with his cum. I hoped my sperm got to her egg before Chad's.

Chad and Pete's stopcock had gone nicely limp. Mine was still intemperate. Too many damn blue pills.

Anyway, Chad and Pete got dressed and drove away. Outside of town we saw a decent dense forested area. So we dumped Ashley out there. We kept her clothes but did exit her place. I figured the drugs would fatigue off in an hour or two at which meter she could image out how to get home on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another brace time of day because I still needed backup man. I filled her up three more times before my pecker finally started to collapse. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of Sir Henry Wood. We did let her wear out some dress : her second joint length fishnet stockings and her red high heel shoes.

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