Ashley dashed out of shoal thrilled to be liberate of course of study. On this, the live day of schooling before easter jailbreak, she wore her freshly pressed, strip school uniform : crispen Stanford White blouse, dark blue wrap-around plaid doll, retentive blue wind sleeve, inglorious 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 whisker was in a pony.

In high life 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 chichi red knee length skirt, lily-white silk blouse and red heights blackguard. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishnet stockings. She planned to tease her husband later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get home from work. Her hot-shot attorney hubby was always late and always so witting of his public figure of speech. He would allow not the slightest pinch of a malicious gossip that might damage his standing in the community.

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

model Wanted
Top Model office

Pete, chad and me were working the manakin agency cozenage this week. We conned mother into paying $ 750 for talent photos of their daughter. Of trend, once we got the money, we just skipped to the next townsfolk. We got their money, they never got the photo session. The scam was good for about $ 6,000 per week.

utmost week we got a little extra -- we conned a duad school day girls, drugged them and enjoyed their fresh nubile bodies. Yum.

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

Marie Upshaw glanced at the trailer sitting in the turning point of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the sign : a modelling means ! That would be a hone easter nowadays for Ashley.

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

Ashley tried not to groan. Another of her female parent's goofy ideas. Why would she want to be a modelling ? All she wanted was a nice quiet room and some good books.

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

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

I called to Pete and Chad,"couplet suckers on the way. Get cook to take their money."

Chad grumbled,"It's Friday. I just want a good fuck. Some girlie we can postulate turn holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, rule a bed later.

I opened the door to greet the woman and her daughter. The cleaning lady had money written all over her. This would be easy. 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 best unsloped, dependable smile.

"We saw your augury. 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 purses unresolved easier.

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

This one was sold already. A mere $ 2,000 for the photo session. Yes, outdoors your purse Henry Sweet piddling gripe I thought.

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

An tidal bore Mom and a reluctant daughter. How prissy.

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

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

Pete got their epithet and gave the mother the sales talk, he gave her a imp too. Very skillful people. I like to rent money from squeamish the great unwashed. Gives me a warm feeling. The mother, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my eyes as chad pulled out a moulding contract.

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

Ashley let out a suspiration of easement as she reached for another of our especial brownies.

Chad said,"That's the law. We're really conscientious about following the law. Just signboard and we'll arrange the picture session."

Mrs Upshaw thought about it, then said,"Of course of action I'll signboard. Ashley is definitely 18."

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

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

Cash ! We wouldn't have to worry about a diaphragm requital on a check.

Tchad took the immediate payment and gave Mrs Upshaw a brownie and handed another brownie to Ashley. After 4 brownies, Ashley would soon be in la-la land and her female parent would be getting a bit dizzy from her second brownie.

I looked at the gremlin, then I looked at Lake Chad. He was looking at Ashley and trying to smother a leer. 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 shtup bird was near at script. Now how would we get our hands on the commodity ?

I nodded to Pete and Lake Chad, stepped into the other room to take a blue pill so I would be up for a niggling fun ( actually I took 3 of the pills, just in face ) and came back with a nasty looking hunting tongue which I instantly stuck under Ashley's cute little chin.

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

The peeress faces went ash white although their middle seemed to be slightly out of nidus. dear old brownies.

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. strip show. To the skin."My hand slowly slid down her bloodless impertinence to her neck and then to the top of her blouse. Her mother struggled frantically.

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

Mrs Upshaw breathed in and out rapidly, eyes wild with fear. She begged,"Please, don't touch Ashley. She's my solely daughter. Please don't tactual sensation her. Please."

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

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

chad grinned,"OK. We'll leave her alone. But you have to take her place. You can do all three of us. And you better be proficient. Understand ?"

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

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

I stuffed a rag in Ashley's mouth, taped her mouth, tied her manpower to a draw over the door and turned her so she could watch her mother. Ashley squirmed as my helping hand roamed over her pert little knocker while I waited for Chad and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the show while waiting for my Amytal pills to do their job.

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

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

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

Chadic language giggled, grabbed both nipples and twisted. Mrs Upshaw shrieked. After pulling the teat a few times and kneading her full breast, Chad reached down and tore off Mrs Upshaw's chic red knee-length bird.

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

Very yummy. I felt a rebuff bustle from my dick ( I sure hoped the blue contraceptive pill would stiffen it soon. ) My paw slid up Ashley's plaid chick feeling her smoothen pegleg until they reached her panties. My finger slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her oculus had glazed over due to the pixy. My other hand tore one of the buttons off her blouse so I could get a feel inside.

Meanwhile Chad had dropped his pants, hauled off his shirt and let his shorts fall to the floor. Mrs. Upshaw tried to work her capitulum to ward off looking but Pete forced her to occupy a proficient look at chad's hard rod.

Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red bikini pantie revealing her black thatch and delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his stiff cock graze against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered wooden leg, lifted them to waist level and aimed his cock directly at her waiting slit.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's battle, she was unable to scarper Pete's smoothing iron hold. Her eyes went wild as Chad's stopcock touched her cunt. Wilder still as he pushed her puss back talk apart, put oil on his putz and started pushing in. It slid in very easily because of the oil.

My own shaft felt like it was beginning to stiffen. My hired hand was inside Ashley's blouse squeezing her bosom through her bra. My crotch was pressed hard against her house ass. My other hand was slowly stroking her cunt hairsbreadth through her panties. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The elf 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 hurriedness. 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 cipher she could do to dislodge Chadic language. As he stroked in and out, he held both her full chest and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His fingers were leaving red marks on her titty.

I couldn't see her bitch at this point, just Chad's ass going in and out. Her dope were visible though.

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

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

My rooster felt hard now. The blue pills had worked. I hoped the Lucy in the sky with diamonds was enough to keep me hard for a piece 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 arms. Chad stepped behind her, took her arms and held them behind her back just as Pete had done. His cock, still hard, was pressed hard against her back.

Pete took the opportunity to fling off his wearing apparel before standing in front of Mrs. Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. More split poured down her cheeks. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look athirst. Here's a nice hot sausage for you. Enjoy."

Mrs. Upshaw shook her headland and begged,"No, delight. Not that. Please."

Pete just snorted slapped her boldness, squeezed her mouth open and stuck his ‘ sausage'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 promontory in a tight traction he started pumping and pumping letting his Ball slap her chin as his cock assaulted the back of her throat.

Pete pumped for a long metre. Must have been 5 arcminute. In and out, his rooster just kept on fucking the lady's mouth. Nonstop. Amazing. I continued enjoying the appearance until finally he let out a loud oink, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his cock out of her mouth.

He held his helping hand tightly over her mouth to preclude anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the expression on Mrs. Upshaw's face as Pete's sperm slid down her throat. Her nerve, 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 cock was so grueling it hurt. I needed alleviation quickly.

I stripped in movement of Mrs Upshaw so she could get a real good spirit. So she could see the callosity of my ramrod. She tried to seem away, then I grinned and said,"Don't vexation, I'm not going to touch you."

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

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

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

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

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's dark blue tartan skirt. That left her in an ordinary bicycle Theodore Harold White bra and pantie. Cute.

I used my knife to cut off the bra and pantie. a lot meliorate. A true up red-header. Flaming red cunt tomentum. Nice. Even her diminished nipples had a reddish-orange tinge.

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

Anyway, my cock detriment. I needed relief.

I knelt between her knees parted her slit hairs to see her 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 tutelage. My putz was now all the way in. At last some relief. I started drilling her as hard and riotous as I could while watching her nubile young titty sway in circles. Her eyes remained glaze over although she seemed in some minor pain.

Harder I pumped, difficult I shoved. My balls tightened. I felt a attack of respite. I sighed as my spermatozoon 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 cock was still too concentrated and still hurt. I needed more relief.

I looked at Mrs Upshaw, grinned and said,"Your turn. You can help me get your daughter's juices 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 adept purview of Ashley's twat. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still hard cock at her bitch and without further ado whammed in. Hard. All the way. She almost fell over. I grabbed her titmouse to stabilize her, squeezed and proceeded to Ezra Pound her twat like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt commodity. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a minute and another load of sperm was on its way. What a relief.

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

I noticed Chad was pumping away between Ashley's legs. Pete couldn't time lag for his turn so he was busily fucking her rima oris.

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

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

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

Lake Chad and Pete's cocks had gone nicely gimp. Mine was still hard. Too many damn spicy pills.

Anyway, Chadic language and Pete got dressed and drove away. Outside of town we saw a gracious dense forested area. So we dumped Ashley out there. We kept her wearing apparel but did exit her shoes. I figured the drugs would wear off in an minute or two at which meter she could reckon out how to get home on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another distich hours because I still needed relief. I filled her up three More time before my cock finally started to collapse. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of woodwind. We did let her wear thin some clothes : her thigh duration fishnet stockings and her red luxuriously heel shoes.

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