Ashley dashed out of schooling thrilled to be barren of classes. On this, the lowest day of schooltime before Easter respite, she wore her freshly pressed, pick school uniform : terse Andrew Dickson White blouse, navy wrap-around tartan doll, farsighted blue sky socks, fateful pump and a navy blazer. Underneath she wore the white cotton bra and panties her mother had bought for her. Her retentive 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 farsighted blond fuzz loose today, smiled at her daughter. Mrs Upshaw wore her new last word red stifle length skirt, white silk blouse and red high dog. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishnet stockings. She planned to tease her married man later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get home from workplace. Her hot-shot attorney married man was always late and always so conscious of his world image. He would tolerate not the slightest hint of a malicious gossip that might damage his standing in the community.

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

MODELS Wanted
Top manikin bureau

Pete, Chad and me were working the fashion model way scam this week. We conned female parent into paying $ 750 for gift photos of their daughters. Of course, once we got the money, we just skipped to the succeeding townspeople. We got their money, they never got the photo sitting. The scam was good for about $ 6,000 per hebdomad.

Last workweek we got a little duplicate -- we conned a couple schoolhouse lady friend, drugged them and enjoyed their fresh nubile bodies. Yum.

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

Marie Upshaw glanced at the poke sitting in the quoin of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the sign : a modelling agency ! That would be a perfect east wind present for Ashley.

Pointing at the poke, 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 model ? All she wanted was a dainty serenity elbow room and some dependable books.

Ashley gave a small grinning 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 Lake Chad,"pair suckers on the way. Get ready to take in their money."

Republic of Chad grumbled,"It's Friday. I just want a ripe nookie. Some girlie we can lead turns holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, find a have it off later.

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

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

"We saw your foretoken. You're looking for good example ?"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 manikin. Can we come inside and babble ?"

This one was sold already. A mere $ 2,000 for the pic sitting. Yes, open your purse confection little beef I thought.

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

An eager Mom and a reluctant daughter. How prissy.

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

Pete smiled and had the female parent sit at the mesa we used for a desk. The daughter sat on the sofa and helped herself to the recreation on the side table. The refreshments were pixie laced with a cheap hallucinogen -- if you ate them you would be unable to suppose clearly and your good 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 nice people. I like to contract money from overnice people. Gives me a ardent feeling. The female parent, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my heart 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 model must be at least 18 yrs old. Isn't that unjust ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chad took the hard currency and gave Mrs Upshaw a gremlin and handed another brownie to Ashley. After 4 brownies, Ashley would soon be in la-la commonwealth and her mother would be getting a bit featherbrained from her second brownie.

I looked at the imp, then I looked at Lake 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 pocket. He seemed to be rubbing something. I sighed. Well, obviously our fuck chick was near at hand. Now how would we get our men on the good ?

I nodded to Pete and Tchad, stepped into the other way to strike a blue pill so I would be up for a slight fun ( actually I took 3 of the pills, just in subject ) and came back with a foul looking hunting knife which I instantly stuck under Ashley's cute little chin.

Pete grabbed Mrs Upshaw putting his orotund handwriting over her backtalk. Chad just giggled.

The gentlewoman faces went ash flannel although their oculus seemed to be slightly out of focus. in force old brownies.

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. Strip. To the skin."My hand slowly slid down her ashen cheeks 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 cool it down. Pete took his hand off her mouth.

Mrs Upshaw breathed in and out rapidly, centre wild with fear. She begged,"Please, don't tactile sensation Ashley. She's my only when daughter. Please don't skin senses 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 touch her. Anything ! Please !"

Chad grinned,"OK. We'll leave her alone. But you have to take her berth. You can do all three of us. And you near be dependable. empathize ?"

Mrs Upshaw sobbed,"Just don't hurt her. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just exit 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 sass, taped her mouth, tied her manpower to a hook over the room access and turned her so she could watch her mother. Ashley squirmed as my workforce roamed over her pert footling breasts while I waited for Tchad and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the display while waiting for my blue pills to do their job.

Pete held the mother's mitt behind her back while Tchad, leering crazily, reached out, grabbed the top of her albumen silk blouse and ripped downward.

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

Chad just grabbed the forepart of her bra and yanked it so hard that the fixing snapped letting her wide-cut white meat pop out. She twisted and struggled but could not bunk Pete's grip.

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

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

Very yummy. I felt a slight stir from my woodpecker ( I sure hoped the blue tab would constrain it soon. ) My hand slid up Ashley's tartan skirt feeling her smooth legs until they reached her panty. My finger slid inside seeking her Thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her eye had glazed over due to the brownies. My former handwriting tore one of the buttons off her blouse so I could get a flavor inside.

Meanwhile Chad had dropped his pants, hauled off his shirt and let his shorts fall to the trading floor. Mrs. Upshaw tried to turn her nous to avoid looking but Pete forced her to have a good look at Chad's hard rod.

Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red bikini scanty revealing her Shirley Temple Teach and delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his rigid peter graze against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered branch, lifted them to waist level and aimed his cock directly at her waiting puss.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's struggles, she was ineffectual to escape Pete's iron grip. Her eyes went wild as Chad's cock touched her pussy. Thornton Niven Wilder still as he pushed her slit lips apart, put oil on his tool and started pushing in. It slid in very easily because of the oil.

My own peter felt like it was beginning to stiffen. My mitt was privileged Ashley's blouse squeezing her titty through her bra. My genitalia was pressed hard against her firm ass. My other hand was slowly stroking her cunt whisker through her panties. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The brownies seemed to get done their job just fine.

Chad was all the way inside Mrs. Upshaw now and was slowly moving in and out. No haste. Just in, out, in, out. Each meter he made sure he shoved in as far as possible. Mrs. Upshaw's legs would kick but there was nothing she could do to dislodge 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 finger's breadth were leaving red Gospel According to Mark on her titty.

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

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

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

My turncock felt hard now. The amobarbital sodium contraceptive pill had worked. I hoped the dose was enough to hold open me voiceless for a patch because I had two bitches to take up. I pushed harder against Ashley's butt.

Mrs. Upshaw, sobbing, sank to her human knee 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 hammer, still hard, was pressed hard against her back.

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

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

Pete just snorted slapped her face, squeezed her mouth unfold and stuck his ‘ sausage'right in. He pushed it in heavy. Mrs Upshaw gagged. Pete pulled out. Then shoved it right back in even harder. Holding Mrs Upshaw's read/write head in a fuddled clutches he started pumping and pumping letting his bollock slap her chin as his cock assaulted the back of her throat.

Pete pumped for a tenacious time. Must have been 5 minutes. In and out, his cock just kept on fucking the lady's mouth. nonstop flight. Amazing. I continued enjoying the show until finally he let out a gimcrack grunt, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his cock out of her sass.

He held his bridge player tightly over her rima oris to keep anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the look on Mrs. Upshaw's face as Pete's sperm slid down her throat. Her face, beet red, was covered in snag.

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

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

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

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

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

While ripping off Ashley's crinkle Andrew Dickson White blouse, I politely answered,"We lied."

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

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's navy plaid wench. That left her in an ordinary Theodore Harold White bra and panties. Cute.

I used my knife to cut off the bra and panties. Much secure. A true redheader. Flaming red snatch tomentum. Nice. Even her small nipples had a reddish-orange tinge.

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

Anyway, my prick hurt. I needed relief.

I knelt between her knees parted her slit hairsbreadth to find her hole and eagerly shoved my tool in seeking relief. Part way in I felt an obstruction. vexation. I shoved hard to get past the obstruction. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't maintenance. My cock was now all the way in. At concluding some rilievo. I started drilling her as hard and loyal as I could while watching her nubile Loretta Young tits sway in lap. Her eyes remained glassy although she seemed in some youngster pain.

Harder I pumped, harder I shoved. My glob tightened. I felt a bam of relief. I sighed as my sperm cell 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 impediment was -- I'd just had myself a virgin. God I was proud of myself !

But my cock was still too toilsome and still ache. I needed more relief.

I looked at Mrs Upshaw, grinned and said,"Your turn. You can help 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 upright view of Ashley's cunt. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still arduous cock at her cunt and without further ado whammed in. Hard. All the way. She almost fell over. I grabbed her titmouse to steady her, squeezed and proceeded to pound her pussy like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt soundly. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a moment and another load of sperm was on its way. What a relief.

I pulled out. My turncock didn't hurt nearly so often. It was still hard though.

I noticed Chad was pumping away between Ashley's stage. Pete couldn't wait for his spell so he was busily fucking her back talk.

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

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

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

Chad and Pete's cocks had gone nicely limp. Mine was still knockout. Too many damn bluish pills.

Anyway, Republic of Chad and Pete got dressed and force back away. Outside of township we saw a nice dense forested area. So we dumped Ashley out there. We kept her clothes but did leave her shoes. I figured the drugs would wear off in an time of day or two at which meter she could figure out how to get place on her own.

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

We dumped her out in another set of woods. We did let her get into some clothes : her thigh length fishnet stockings and her red high cad shoes.

After all, she deserved to depend fashionable when she went hitchhiking .