Ashley dashed out of school thrilled to be free of course. On this, the last day of school before Easter open frame, she wore her freshly pressed, clean school uniform : crispy white blouse, navy wrap-around tartan dame, prospicient blueness socks, smuggled ticker and a USN sports coat. Underneath she wore the snowy cotton bra and panties her female parent had bought for her. Her farsighted red carrot-top hair was in a pony.

In high feeling she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her foresighted blonde whisker loose today, smiled at her daughter. Mrs Upshaw wore her new chic red knee joint length skirt, Edward White silk blouse and red high cad. 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 work. Her hot-shot lawyer married man was always late and always so conscious of his populace image. He would support not the svelte confidential information of a scandal that might damage his standing in the community.

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

MODELS Wanted
Top Model Agency

Pete, Chad and me were working the Model delegacy Scam this week. We conned female parent into paying $ 750 for talent photos of their daughters. Of line, once we got the money, we just skipped to the side by side township. We got their money, they never got the picture academic session. The scam was good for about $ 6,000 per week.

Last hebdomad we got a little redundant -- we conned a duet school girls, drugged them and relish their fresh nubile bodies. Yum.

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

Marie Upshaw glanced at the prevue sitting in the niche of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the mansion : a model authority ! That would be a perfect tense Easter present for Ashley.

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

Ashley tried not to moan. Another of her mother's goofy mind. Why would she desire to be a mannequin ? All she wanted was a overnice quiet room and some good books.

Ashley gave a small grin 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 ready to take their money."

Chad grumbled,"It's Friday. I just want a unspoiled fuck. Some girlie we can take turns holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, get hold a fuck later.

I opened the room access to recognize the woman and her girl. The womanhood had money written all over her. This would be well-heeled. Maybe we should up the terms to $ 1,500. After that we could go downtown and find some drunk chick to screw.

"Hello Ma'am. How can we help you today ?"I gave them my skilful upright, honest smile.

"We saw your sign. You're looking for mannequin ?"Mrs Upshaw asked.

"Certainly. Were you interested or would it be your daughter ?"A bit of flattery always made the purses out-of-doors easier.

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

This one was sold already. A simple $ 2,000 for the photo session. Yes, open your pocketbook sweet petty kick I thought.

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

An eager Mom and a reluctant daughter. How nice.

"Of course, come in on in. This is Chadic 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 sofa and helped herself to the recreation on the side mesa. The refreshments were gremlin laced with a cheap hallucinogen -- if you ate them you would be unable to think clearly and your good judgement would blow over. It helps in parting suckers from their money.

Pete got their name and gave the female parent the pitching, he gave her a imp too. Very courteous people. I like to take money from nice people. Gives me a fond notion. The female parent, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my oculus as Tchad pulled out a modelling contract.

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

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

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

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

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

"still Ashley, I'll take care of this.Her female parent gave Ashley a sharp look, signed the paper and pulled out $ 2,000 cash.

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

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

I looked at the pixy, 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. Well, obviously our nooky chick was near at hand. Now how would we get our hands on the goods ?

I nodded to Pete and chad, stepped into the former room to take a blue oral contraceptive pill so I would be up for a little fun ( actually I took 3 of the pills, just in subject ) and came back with a tight looking hunting knife which I instantly stuck under Ashley's precious little chin.

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

The peeress faces went ash snowy although their oculus seemed to be slightly out of focus. effective old brownies.

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

Mrs Upshaw breathed in and out rapidly, eyes wild with fear. She begged,"Please, don't pinch Ashley. She's my only daughter. Please don't tinge her. Please."

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

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

Tchad grinned,"OK. We'll leave her alone. But you have to guide her post. You can do all three of us. And you better be unspoilt. empathize ?"

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 well-chosen. Ashley will be perfectly safe."

I stuffed a rag in Ashley's mouth, taped her back talk, tied her mitt to a hook over the door and turned her so she could watch her female parent. Ashley squirmed as my hands roamed over her impertinent petty breasts while I waited for Lake Chad and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the display while waiting for my blueing pills to do their job.

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

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

Chadic just grabbed the front of her bra and yanked it so hard that the fixing snapped letting her full breasts pop out. She twisted and struggled but could not get away Pete's grip.

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

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

Very yummy. I felt a slight ado from my nib ( I sure hoped the blue devil pills would constrain it soon. ) My hand slid up Ashley's tartan bird feeling her unruffled peg until they reached her panties. My finger slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her eyes had glazed over due to the imp. My early handwriting tore one of the buttons off her blouse so I could get a feel inside.

Meanwhile Chad had dropped his gasp, hauled off his shirt and let his short circuit evenfall to the floor. Mrs Upshaw tried to turn her head to stave off looking but Pete forced her to occupy a beneficial looking at Lake Chad's toilsome rod.

Republic of Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red bikini panties revealing her black thatch and scrumptious ass. He stepped forward to let his rigid shaft grazing against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered legs, lifted them to waist level and aimed his cock directly at her waiting cunt.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's battle, she was unable to escape Pete's iron clutches. Her eyes went dotty as Chadic language's cock touched her cunt. Wilder still as he pushed her cunt lips apart, put oil on his turncock and started pushing in. It slid in very easily because of the oil.

My own hammer felt like it was beginning to constrain. My hand was indoors Ashley's blouse squeezing her teat through her bra. My crotch was pressed hard against her business firm ass. My other hand was slowly stroking her bitch pilus through her scanty. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The pixy seemed to have done their job just fine.

Chadic was all the way inside Mrs. Upshaw now and was slowly moving in and out. No hurry. Just in, out, in, out. Each clip he made sure he shoved in as far as possible. Mrs Upshaw's pegleg would plain but there was nothing she could do to dislodge Tchad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her to the full breasts and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His finger's breadth were leaving red marks on her tit.

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

Tchad's pumping speeded up. In, out, in, out, quick, faster. Suddenly he gasped, spasmed and I knew Mrs. Upshaw had received a big spermatozoan mailboat. I idly wondered if she had an egg ready.

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

My cock felt hard now. The blue pill had worked. I hoped the dot was enough to keep me hard for a while because I had two squawk to fill up. I pushed harder against Ashley's butt.

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

Pete took the chance to fling off his clothes before standing in front of Mrs. Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. More bust poured down her cheeks. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look hungry. Here's a dainty hot sausage for you. Enjoy."

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

Pete just snorted slapped her face, squeezed her mouth open and stuck his ‘ blimp'right wing in. He pushed it in hard. Mrs Upshaw gagged. Pete pulled out. Then shoved it right back in even harder. Holding Mrs Upshaw's capitulum in a tight grip he started pumping and pumping letting his balls slap her chin as his cock assaulted the rear of her throat.

Pete pumped for a recollective time. moldiness have been 5 minutes. In and out, his stopcock just kept on fucking the Lady's mouth. nonstop flight. Amazing. I continued enjoying the show until finally he let out a loud oink, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his prick out of her mouth.

He held his 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 spermatozoan slid down her pharynx. Her face, common beet red, was covered in crying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pete stuffed some cloth in Mrs Upshaw's back talk so she wouldn't make too often noise.

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's navy tartan skirt. That left her in an ordinary ashen bra and pantie. Cute.

I used my knife to cut off the bra and panty. much advantageously. A on-key redhead. Flaming red cunt pilus. Nice. Even her small nipples had a reddish-orange tinge.

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

Anyway, my hammer scathe. I needed relief.

I knelt between her knees parted her cunt tomentum to line up her cakehole and eagerly shoved my dick in seeking relief. component way in I felt an obstruction. irritation. I shoved hard to get past the impedimenta. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't care. My cock was now all the way in. At last-place some reliever. I started drilling her as hard and fast as I could while watching her nubile young titmouse sway in circles. Her eye remained glazed although she seemed in some minor pain.

Harder I pumped, arduous I shoved. My ball tightened. I felt a blast of rest period. I sighed as my sperm 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 blockage was -- I'd just had myself a Virgo. God I was proud of myself !

But my tool was still too grueling 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 succus off my cock."She looked absolutely horrified.

I made her bend over, ass in the air, tits hanging down, elbows on the story where she could get a good sight of Ashley's cunt. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still hard rooster at her cunt and without advance ado whammed in. Hard. All the way. She almost fell over. I grabbed her tits to becalm her, squeezed and proceeded to British pound sterling her cunt like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt unspoiled. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a minute and another load of sperm cell was on its way. What a relief.

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

I noticed Republic of Chad was pumping away between Ashley's pegleg. Pete couldn't wait for his turn so he was busily fucking her mouth.

I dragged Mrs Upshaw closer so she could see. She kept closing her middle 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 beneficial vista of his cum dripping out of Ashley's mouth.

Chad took another few minutes. He didn't seminal fluid until he was covered in sweat and then he made this dazed bullmoose sound as he filled Ashley's cunt with his cum. I hoped my sperm got to her egg before Chad's.

Chad and Pete's cocks had gone nicely wilted. Mine was still severe. Too many damn blue pills.

Anyway, Chad and Pete got dressed and drove away. Outside of townspeople we saw a nice dense forested field. So we dumped Ashley out there. We kept her clothes but did leave her place. I figured the drugs would wear thin off in an hour or two at which fourth dimension she could work out out how to get home on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another couple hours because I still needed fill-in. I filled her up three more times before my cock finally started to break up. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of Natalie Wood. We did let her wear some clothes : her thigh distance fishnet stockings and her red richly heel shoes.

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