Ashley dashed out of school thrilled to be free of year. On this, the lastly day of school before Easter break, she wore her freshly pressed, clean schooling uniform : wrinkle white blouse, navy wrap-around tartan annulus, prospicient blue socks, black pumps and a navy sport coat. Underneath she wore the white cotton fiber bra and panties her mother had bought for her. Her long red carrot-top hair was in a pony.

In gamey spirits she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her tenacious blond pilus liberal today, smiled at her girl. Mrs Upshaw wore her new swank red knee length skirt, Edward White silk blouse and red high heels. Underneath she wore mid second joint fishnet stockings. She planned to tease her hubby later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get home from piece of work. Her hot-shot lawyer hubby was always late and always so witting of his public image. He would suffer not the slightest trace of a outrage that might damage his standing in the community.

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

mannequin Wanted
Top Model Agency

Pete, Chad and me were working the Model Agency Scam this calendar week. We conned female parent into paying $ 750 for talent pic of their daughters. Of course, once we got the money, we just skipped to the next town. We got their money, they never got the photo school term. The scam was near for about $ 6,000 per week.

end calendar week we got a footling duplicate -- we conned a couple school girls, drugged them and enjoyed their fresh nubile bodies. Yum.

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

Marie Upshaw glanced at the dawdler sitting in the corner of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the sign : a modeling bureau ! That would be a perfect easter present for Ashley.

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

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

Ashley gave a low 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,"Couple suckers on the way. Get cook to film their money."

Lake Chad grumbled,"It's Friday. I just want a practiced piece of tail. Some girlie we can have turns holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, obtain a have a go at it later.

I opened the door to recognise the woman and her girl. The adult female had money written all over her. This would be comfortable. Maybe we should up the Leontyne Price to $ 1,500. After that we could go downtown and bump some drunk chick to screw.

"Hello Ma'am. How can we help you today ?"I gave them my right unsloped, honorable smile.

"We saw your sign. 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 mannequin. Can we issue forth inside and spill the beans ?"

This one was sold already. A bare $ 2,000 for the photo session. Yes, undecided your wrinkle sweet fiddling bitch I thought.

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

An eager Mom and a reluctant daughter. How prissy.

"Of course of instruction, come on in. This is 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 girl sat on the couch and helped herself to the refreshments on the side tabular array. The refreshment were Brownie laced with a gaudy hallucinogen -- if you ate them you would be unable to reckon clearly and your good judgement would fade. It helps in parting suckers from their money.

Pete got their public figure and gave the female parent the pitch, he gave her a brownie too. Very overnice the great unwashed. I like to consider money from nice masses. Gives me a warm feeling. The mother, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my oculus as 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 to the lowest degree 18 yrs old. Isn't that unjust ?"

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

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

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

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

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

hard currency ! We wouldn't have to worry about a hold on payment on a check.

Chad took the immediate payment and gave Mrs Upshaw a imp and handed another pixie to Ashley. After 4 pixy, Ashley would soon be in la-la land and her mother would be getting a bit lightheaded from her sec brownie.

I looked at the brownie, 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 deal was in his pocket. He seemed to be rubbing something. I sighed. well, obviously our nooky chick was near at deal. Now how would we get our bridge player on the goods ?

I nodded to Pete and Chad, stepped into the other way to fill a blueness pill so I would be up for a little fun ( actually I took 3 of the tab, just in case ) and came back with a nasty looking hunting knife which I instantly stuck under Ashley's cute little chin.

Pete grabbed Mrs Upshaw putting his heavy paw over her mouth. chad just giggled.

The Lady faces went ash flannel although their eyes seemed to be slightly out of focal point. Good old brownies.

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. flight strip. To the skin."My hand slowly slid down her ashen cheeks to her cervix 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 paw off her mouth.

Mrs Upshaw breathed in and out rapidly, center wild with awe. She begged,"Please, don't jot Ashley. She's my only daughter. Please don't spot 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 !"

Chadic language grinned,"OK. We'll leave her alone. But you have to take her place. You can do all three of us. And you serious be serious. 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 problem. You fuck us. And everybody will be happy. Ashley will be perfectly safe."

I stuffed a rag in Ashley's mouth, taped her lip, tied her handwriting to a hook over the room access and turned her so she could watch her mother. Ashley squirmed as my bridge player roamed over her pert trivial breasts while I waited for Tchad and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the show while waiting for my blue air contraceptive pill to do their job.

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

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

Chad just grabbed the forepart of her bra and yanked it so hard that the holdfast snapped letting her full white meat pop out. She twisted and struggled but could not escape Pete's grip.

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

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

Very yummy. I felt a flimsy stir from my pecker ( I sure hoped the Amytal pills would tighten it soon. ) My bridge player slid up Ashley's plaid skirt feeling her smooth leg until they reached her panties. My fingerbreadth slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her heart had glazed over due to the Brownie. My other hand tore one of the clitoris off her blouse so I could get a feel inside.

Meanwhile Chad had dropped his bloomers, hauled off his shirt and let his shorts autumn to the floor. Mrs. Upshaw tried to change by reversal her head to avoid looking but Pete forced her to read a honest look at Chadic language's surd rod.

Tchad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red bikini panty revealing her black thatch and pleasant-tasting ass. He stepped forward to let his rigid cock graze against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered stage, lifted them to waist level and aimed his cock directly at her waiting bitch.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's struggle, she was unable to turn tail Pete's iron clutch. Her oculus went idle as Tchad's prick touched her slit. Wilder still as he pushed her snatch lips apart, put oil on his pecker and started pushing in. It slid in very easily because of the oil.

My own cock felt like it was beginning to tighten. My hand was inside Ashley's blouse squeezing her titty through her bra. My crotch was pressed hard against her business firm ass. My early hand was slowly stroking her cunt hairsbreadth through her panties. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The Brownie seemed to throw 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 sentence he made sure he shoved in as far as possible. Mrs. Upshaw's legs would give up but there was nothing she could do to dislodge Lake Chad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her full bosom and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His digit were leaving red marks on her bosom.

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

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

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

My cock felt hard now. The blue anovulant had worked. I hoped the dose was enough to hold back me surd 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 grueling, was pressed hard against her back.

Pete took the chance to throw out off his clothes 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 hungry. Here's a overnice hot sausage balloon for you. Enjoy."

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

Pete just snorted slapped her face, squeezed her mouth exposed and stuck his ‘ sausage balloon'right field in. He pushed it in hard. Mrs Upshaw gagged. Pete pulled out. Then shoved it right back in even harder. Holding Mrs Upshaw's top dog in a loaded adhesive friction he started pumping and pumping letting his balls slap her chin as his shaft assaulted the rachis of her throat.

Pete pumped for a recollective prison term. moldiness have been 5 minutes. In and out, his cock just kept on fucking the lady's mouth. Nonstop. Amazing. I continued enjoying the show until finally he let out a meretricious grunt, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his putz out of her mouth.

He held his manus tightly over her sassing to prevent anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the look on Mrs. Upshaw's grimace as Pete's sperm slid down her throat. Her case, beet red, was covered in rent.

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

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

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

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

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

While ripping off Ashley's crisp white 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 navy tartan wench. That left her in an average Andrew Dickson White bra and panties. Cute.

I used my knife to cut off the bra and panties. Much improve. A true up redhead. Flaming red cunt hairs. Nice. Even her diminished nipple had a red-orange tinge.

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

Anyway, my cock trauma. I needed relief.

I knelt between her articulatio genus parted her cunt hair to happen her hole and eagerly shoved my cock in seeking relief. portion way in I felt an obstructor. vexation. I shoved hard to get past the obstruction. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't care. My peter was now all the way in. At last some stand-in. I started drilling her as arduous and fast as I could while watching her nubile youthful tit sway in Mexican valium. Her eyes remained glazed although she seemed in some venial botheration.

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

Pulling out I noticed my rooster 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 tool was still too unvoiced and still hurt. I needed more relief.

I looked at Mrs Upshaw, grinned and said,"Your bend. 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 good perspective of Ashley's cunt. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still hard cock at her puss 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 Sudanese pound her cunt like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt salutary. 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 shaft didn't hurt nearly so much. It was still hard though.

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

I dragged Mrs Upshaw finisher so she could look out. 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 well purview of his cum dripping out of Ashley's mouth.

Republic of Chad took another few min. He didn't come until he was covered in sweat and then he made this poor fish bullmoose speech sound as he filled Ashley's puss with his cum. I hoped my sperm got to her egg before Chad's.

Chad and Pete's peter had gone nicely hitch. Mine was still hard. Too many damn blue pills.

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

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

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

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