Ashley dashed out of schooltime thrilled to be free of course. On this, the last day of schoolhouse before east wind prisonbreak, she wore her freshly pressed, make clean schooltime uniform : crisp Andrew Dickson White blouse, USN wrap-around plaid skirt, long blue sock, Negroid ticker and a navy blue blazer. Underneath she wore the E. B. 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 long blond tomentum idle today, smiled at her girl. Mrs Upshaw wore her new chic red knee joint length doll, white silk blouse and red eminent heels. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishnet stockings. She planned to tease her hubby later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get base from workplace. Her hot-shot lawyer husband was always late and always so conscious of his public image. He would endure not the slightest speck 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 signaling that said :

good example Wanted
Top Model authority

Pete, Chad and me were working the Model representation Scam this hebdomad. We conned mothers into paying $ 750 for gift photos of their girl. Of path, once we got the money, we just skipped to the succeeding town. We got their money, they never got the photo session. The scam was in effect for about $ 6,000 per week.

lastly workweek we got a picayune extra -- we conned a couple school girlfriend, drugged them and bask their invigorated nubile trunk. Yum.

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

Marie Upshaw glanced at the trailer sitting in the recess of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the sign : a modelling 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 framework ?"

Ashley tried not to groan. Another of her mother's goofy ideas. Why would she want to be a model ? All she wanted was a squeamish quiet way and some good books.

Ashley gave a modest smile and replied,"Well, Ok, if you think so."

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

I called to Pete and Chad,"Couple chump on the way. Get ready to contract their money."

Chad grumbled,"It's Fri. I just want a right fuck. Some girlie we can take round holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, find a fuck later.

I opened the door to greet the woman and her daughter. 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 downtown and find some wino chick to screw.

"hello Ma'am. How can we help you today ?"I gave them my best just, dependable 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 capable easier.

Mrs Upshaw smiled,"My daughter always wanted to be a role model. Can we derive inside and tattle ?"

This one was sold already. A bare $ 2,000 for the picture session. Yes, spread out your pocketbook afters little cunt I thought.

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

An eager Mom and a reluctant daughter. How nice.

"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 girl sat on the sofa and helped herself to the refreshment on the side table. The refreshments were hob laced with a chinchy psychedelic drug -- if you ate them you would be unable to believe clearly and your practiced judgement would fade. It helps in parting chump from their money.

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

I rolled my eyes as chad pulled out a modelling 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 unfair ?"

Ashley let out a sigh of reliever as she reached for another of our special gremlin.

Chad 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 class I'll sign. Ashley is definitely 18."

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

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

cash ! We wouldn't have to occupy about a stop payment on a check.

Chad took the Cash and gave Mrs Upshaw a brownie and handed another hob to Ashley. After 4 brownies, Ashley would soon be in la-la earth and her mother would be getting a bit dizzy from her second brownie.

I looked at the brownies, then I looked at 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. wellspring, obviously our fuck wench was near at deal. Now how would we get our hands on the good ?

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

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

The gentlewoman faces went ash blanched although their optic seemed to be slightly out of focussing. Good old brownies.

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

Holding the knife to Ashley's pharynx, I motioned for Mrs Upshaw to simmer down down. Pete took his hand off her mouth.

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

Chadic language grinned,"OK. We'll leave her alone. But you have to look at her station. You can do all three of us. And you advantageously 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 trouble. You fuck us. And everybody will be happy. Ashley will be perfectly safe."

I stuffed a rag in Ashley's lip, taped her back talk, tied her deal to a hook over the room access and turned her so she could watch her female parent. Ashley squirmed as my hands roamed over her pert little 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 patrician pills to do their job.

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

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

Lake Chad just grabbed the figurehead of her bra and yanked it so hard that the fasteners snapped letting her wax breasts pop out. She twisted and struggled but could not escape Pete's grip.

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

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

Very yummy. I felt a slight stir from my cock ( I sure hoped the blue pills would stiffen it soon. ) My script slid up Ashley's plaid skirt feeling her still stage until they reached her panties. My finger slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her eyes had glazed over due to the Brownie. My early hand tore one of the buttons off her blouse so I could get a tone inside.

Meanwhile Chad had dropped his pants, hauled off his shirt and let his short descent to the floor. Mrs Upshaw tried to turn her top dog to avoid looking but Pete forced her to take a sound look at Chadic language's hard rod.

Republic of Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red bikini panties revealing her black Blackbeard and delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his stiff peter graze against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered leg, lifted them to waist level and aimed his shaft directly at her waiting snatch.

Despite Mrs Upshaw's struggle, she was unable to head for the hills Pete's iron grip. Her oculus went wild as Lake Chad's cock touched her cunt. Samuel 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 cock felt like it was beginning to stiffen. My hand was inside Ashley's blouse squeezing her nipple through her bra. My private parts was pressed hard against her firm ass. My former hand was slowly stroking her cunt pilus through her scanty. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The brownies seemed to give done their job just fine.

Chadic was all the way inside Mrs. Upshaw now and was slowly moving in and out. No haste. Just in, out, in, out. Each time he made sure he shoved in as far as potential. Mrs Upshaw's stage would kick but there was goose egg she could do to dislodge Chad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her full knocker and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His fingers were leaving red Deutsche Mark on her mammilla.

I couldn't see her pussy at this tip, just Chad's ass going in and out. Her boobs were visible though.

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

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

My cock felt hard now. The dispirited tab had worked. I hoped the dose was enough to keep me backbreaking for a while because I had two gripe to fill up. I pushed harder against Ashley's butt.

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

Pete took the opportunity to cast aside off his dress before standing in front of Mrs. Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. to a greater extent rip poured down her cheeks. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look hungry. Here's a nice hot sausage for you. Enjoy."

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

Pete just snorted slapped her brass, 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 head teacher in a blotto grip he started pumping and pumping letting his balls slap her Kuki as his cock assaulted the backbone of her throat.

Pete pumped for a prospicient sentence. Must 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 loud grunt, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his turncock out of her back talk.

He held his mitt tightly over her rima oris to prevent anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the look on Mrs Upshaw's boldness as Pete's sperm slid down her throat. Her face, common 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 hard it hurt. I needed stand-in quickly.

I stripped in front of Mrs Upshaw so she could get a real salutary look. So she could see the callousness 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 fall to the floor.

Mrs Upshaw sobbed,"NO ! NO ! You promised ! Don't cutaneous 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 plaid skirt. That left her in an average bloodless bra and panties. Cute.

I used my tongue to cut off the bra and panties. Much better. A truthful redhead. Flaming red cunt hairs. Nice. Even her little nipples had a flame-orange tinge.

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

Anyway, my cock scathe. I needed relief.

I knelt between her stifle parted her cunt hairs to find her maw and eagerly shoved my cock in seeking relief. portion 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 live on some relief. I started drilling her as tough and fast as I could while watching her nubile young bosom sway in lot. Her eye remained glazed although she seemed in some minor pain.

Harder I pumped, operose I shoved. My balls tightened. I felt a blast of relief. 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 dick was still too hard and still ache. I needed more relief.

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

I made her flexure over, ass in the air, tits hanging down, elbows on the floor where she could get a serious panorama of Ashley's cunt. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still hard pecker at her snatch 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 pound her puss like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt good. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a minute and another shipment of sperm cell was on its way. What a relief.

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

I noticed Chad was pumping away between Ashley's leg. Pete couldn't delay for his go so he was busily fucking her mouthpiece.

I dragged Mrs Upshaw closer so she could look out. She kept closing her heart 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 persuasion of his cum dripping out of Ashley's mouth.

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

Chadic language and Pete's cocks had gone nicely limp. Mine was still hard. Too many damn blue pills.

Anyway, Chad and Pete got dressed and labor away. Outside of town 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 assume off in an minute or two at which clock time she could calculate out how to get home on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another twosome hours because I still needed easement. I filled her up three to a greater extent times before my prick finally started to collapse. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of woods. We did let her tire out some apparel : her thigh length fishing net stockings and her red high heel shoes.

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