Ashley dashed out of school day thrilled to be free of classes. On this, the hold out day of schooltime before Easter break, she wore her freshly pressed, clean school uniform : crisp white blouse, navy wrap-around plaid doll, long blue socks, Negro heart and a navy blazer. 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 high spirits she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her foresightful blond tomentum loose today, smiled at her daughter. Mrs Upshaw wore her new chic red knee length annulus, white silk blouse and red high heels. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishnet stockings. She planned to tease apart her married man later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get home from work. Her hot-shot attorney husband was always late and always so conscious of his populace figure. He would tolerate not the slightest clue of a outrage that might damage his standing in the community.

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

mannequin Wanted
Top Model Agency

Pete, Chad and me were working the Model way cozenage this week. We conned mothers into paying $ 750 for gift photos of their girl. Of class, 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 dependable for about $ 6,000 per week.

Last hebdomad we got a piddling extra -- we conned a copulate school daughter, drugged them and love their newly marriageable bodies. Yum.

So far today no takers. Hopefully that would vary in the following few moment. shoal was getting out. Rich-looking parents waited in the parking lot.

Marie Upshaw glanced at the trailer sitting in the nook of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the sign : a molding delegacy ! That would be a perfect easter nowadays for Ashley.

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

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 nice quiet room and some undecomposed books.

Ashley gave a small 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 suckers on the way. Get fix to demand their money."

Chad grumbled,"It's Friday. I just want a estimable screwing. Some girlie we can take turns 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 recognize the adult female and her daughter. The woman had money written all over her. This would be well-situated. Maybe we should up the damage to $ 1,500. After that we could go downtown and discover some inebriate chick to screw.

"hi Ma'am. How can we aid you today ?"I gave them my expert vertical, honest smile.

"We saw your mansion. 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 give easier.

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

This one was sold already. A mere $ 2,000 for the photo session. Yes, overt your bag sweetness little bitch I thought.

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

An eagre Mom and a reluctant daughter. How nice.

"Of course of study, get 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 daughter sat on the sofa and helped herself to the refreshments on the side mesa. The refreshments were imp laced with a cheap hallucinogen -- if you ate them you would be ineffective to think clearly and your safe judgement would fade. It helps in parting chump from their money.

Pete got their public figure and gave the mother the pitch, he gave her a brownie too. Very nice people. I like to take money from prissy the great unwashed. Gives me a quick feeling. The mother, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my heart as Tchad pulled out a molding 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 unfair ?"

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

Chadic language said,"That's the law. We're really conscientious about following the law. Just sign and we'll arrange the pic session."

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

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

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

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

chad took the cash and gave Mrs Upshaw a brownie and handed another gremlin to Ashley. After 4 brownies, Ashley would soon be in la-la demesne and her female parent would be getting a bit empty-headed from her endorsement brownie.

I looked at the brownies, then I looked at Republic of Chad. He was looking at Ashley and trying to repress a leer. I looked at Pete. He was staring at Ashley. His hand was in his pouch. He seemed to be rubbing something. I sighed. Well, obviously our fuck biddy was near at hand. Now how would we get our bridge player on the trade good ?

I nodded to Pete and chad, stepped into the other way to necessitate a blue pill so I would be up for a little fun ( actually I took 3 of the pills, just in lawsuit ) and came back with a cruddy looking hunting tongue which I instantly stuck under Ashley's cunning little chin.

Pete grabbed Mrs Upshaw putting his enceinte hand over her backtalk. Chad just giggled.

The peeress faces went ash White although their eyes seemed to be slightly out of focus. dependable old brownies.

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

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

Mrs Upshaw breathed in and out rapidly, center wild with veneration. She begged,"Please, don't soupcon Ashley. She's my only daughter. Please don't touch her. Please."

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

Mrs Upshaw's eyes welled up with crying,"I'll do anything. Just don't touch modality 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 good. infer ?"

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

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

I stuffed a rag in Ashley's rima oris, taped her back talk, tied her hired man to a sweetener over the room access and turned her so she could find out her mother. Ashley squirmed as my hands roamed over her saucy piddling 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 blue birth control pill to do their job.

Pete held the mother's hands behind her back while Chadic, 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 thin front-loading red bra. Her titty heaved. rip started rolling down her cheeks. She begged,"Please don't hurt me. Please."

Tchad just grabbed the strawman 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 grip.

Chad giggled, grabbed both nipple and twisted. Mrs. Upshaw shrieked. After pulling the mamilla a few times and kneading her full breasts, Chad reached down and tore off Mrs. Upshaw's smartness red knee-length skirt.

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

Very yummy. I felt a slight stir from my putz ( I sure hoped the blue birth control pill would stiffen it soon. ) My hand slid up Ashley's plaid skirt feeling her smooth stage until they reached her panties. My digit slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her eyes had glazed over due to the brownies. My former paw tore one of the push off her blouse so I could get a feel inside.

Meanwhile Chad had dropped his bloomers, hauled off his shirt and let his boxershorts surrender to the level. Mrs. Upshaw tried to change state her head to head off looking but Pete forced her to strike a undecomposed look at Chad's hard rod.

Republic of Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red two-piece panties revealing her fateful thatch and delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his rigid cock grazing against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered legs, lifted them to waist stratum and aimed his cock directly at her waiting twat.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's struggle, she was ineffective to elude Pete's iron grip. Her center went tempestuous as Chad's peter touched her cunt. Samuel Wilder still as he pushed her cunt lips apart, put oil on his hammer and started pushing in. It slid in very easily because of the oil.

My own cock felt like it was beginning to stiffen. My hired hand was within Ashley's blouse squeezing her titmouse through her bra. My crotch was pressed hard against her business firm ass. My other script was slowly stroking her bitch hairsbreadth through her pantie. 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 rush. Just in, out, in, out. Each prison term he made sure he shoved in as far as possible. Mrs. Upshaw's leg would kick but there was nothing she could do to dislodge Chad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her full titty and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His finger were leaving red brand on her bosom.

I couldn't see her slit at this dot, just Chad's ass going in and out. Her bosom were visible though.

Republic of Chad's pumping speeded up. In, out, in, out, immobile, faster. Suddenly he gasped, spasmed and I knew Mrs. Upshaw had received a big sperm mailboat. 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 meter before nodding to Pete and saying,"Your turn."

My peter felt hard now. The depressed lozenge had worked. I hoped the dose was enough to go along me hard for a while because I had two squawk to make full up. I pushed harder against Ashley's butt.

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

Pete took the chance to cast away off his apparel before standing in front of Mrs. Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. more than snag poured down her cheeks. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look hungry. Here's a squeamish hot blimp for you. Enjoy."

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

Pete just snorted slapped her face, squeezed her sassing 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 in a tight grip he started pumping and pumping letting his balls slap her chin as his rooster assaulted the spine of her throat.

Pete pumped for a long time. Must have been 5 proceedings. In and out, his cock just kept on fucking the lady's back talk. nonstop flight. Amazing. I continued enjoying the show until finally he let out a loud grunt, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his cock out of her rima oris.

He held his paw tightly over her mouthpiece 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 facial expression, beet red, was covered in rip.

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

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

I stripped in front of Mrs Upshaw so she could get a really beneficial look. So she could see the rigourousness of my ramrod. She tried to look away, then I grinned and said,"Don't concern, I'm not going to concern 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 flannel blouse, I politely answered,"We lied."

Pete stuffed some textile in Mrs Upshaw's oral fissure so she wouldn't make too practically noise.

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's navy plaid wench. That left her in an average white bra and step-in. Cute.

I used my knife to cut off the bra and panty. Much better. A true redhead. Flaming red bitch hairs. Nice. Even her small teat 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 turncock damage. I needed relief.

I knelt between her genu parted her pussy hairs to find her mess and eagerly shoved my stopcock in seeking relief. component way in I felt an obstruction. Annoying. I shoved hard to get past the obstacle. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't care. My cock was now all the way in. At hold out some succour. I started drilling her as hard and flying as I could while watching her nubile Young mamilla sway in rope. Her middle remained shiny although she seemed in some minor pain in the neck.

Harder I pumped, harder I shoved. My balls tightened. I felt a gust 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 obstructer was -- I'd just had myself a virgin. God I was proud of myself !

But my cock was still too hard and still hurt. I needed more relief.

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

I made her bend dexter over, ass in the air, tits hanging down, elbows on the base where she could get a good view of Ashley's pussy. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still toilsome tool at her slit and without encourage ado whammed in. Hard. All the way. She almost fell over. I grabbed her mamilla to steady her, squeezed and proceeded to Lebanese 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 load of spermatozoan 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 Chad was pumping away between Ashley's legs. Pete couldn't wait for his number so he was busily fucking her mouth.

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

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

Chadic took another few minutes. He didn't cum until he was covered in perspiration and then he made this dullard bullmoose sound as he filled Ashley's slit with his cum. I hoped my spermatozoon got to her egg before chad's.

Tchad and Pete's prick had gone nicely wilted. Mine was still unvoiced. Too many damn blue pills.

Anyway, Lake Chad and Pete got dressed and push back away. Outside of Ithiel Town we saw a courteous dense forested arena. So we dumped Ashley out there. We kept her apparel but did result her shoes. I figured the drugs would wear off in an hour or two at which metre she could figure out how to get home on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another span minute because I still needed backup man. I filled her up three more times before my peter finally started to break. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of woods. We did let her wear some apparel : her thigh duration fishnet stockings and her red high dog shoes.

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