Ashley dashed out of schooling thrilled to be costless of form. On this, the end day of school before Easter happy chance, she wore her freshly pressed, scavenge schoolhouse uniform : ruckle white blouse, navy wrap-around tartan annulus, long blue socks, black ticker and a navy sports jacket. Underneath she wore the white cotton bra and panties her mother had bought for her. Her long red carrot-top hair was in a pony.

In eminent feel she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her longsighted blond hair liberate today, smiled at her daughter. Mrs Upshaw wore her new chic red knee length bird, white silk blouse and red gamey heels. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishing net stockings. She planned to tantalize her husband later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get home from piece of work. Her hot-shot attorney husband was always late and always so conscious of his public trope. He would tolerate not the slight hint of a outrage 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 mansion that said :

simulation Wanted
Top mannequin office

Pete, Chad and me were working the modelling Agency scam this week. We conned mothers into paying $ 750 for talent photos of their daughters. Of class, 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 good for about $ 6,000 per calendar week.

Last week we got a lilliputian extra -- we conned a twain schoolhouse girls, drugged them and enjoyed their fresh nubile bodies. Yum.

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

Marie Upshaw glanced at the house trailer sitting in the turning point of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the sign : a modelling federal agency ! That would be a everlasting Easter present for Ashley.

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

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

Ashley gave a small-scale 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 Chadic language,"Couple lollipop on the way. Get ready to lease their money."

Chadic language grumbled,"It's Fri. I just want a good roll in the hay. Some girlie we can take turns holding down."

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

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

I opened the doorway to greet the woman and her daughter. The fair sex had money written all over her. This would be easy. Maybe we should up the cost to $ 1,500. After that we could go downtown and get some drunk chick to screw.

"how-do-you-do Ma'am. How can we help you today ?"I gave them my best upright, good 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 handbag open easier.

Mrs Upshaw smiled,"My daughter always wanted to be a exemplar. Can we follow inside and talk ?"

This one was sold already. A mere $ 2,000 for the photo session. Yes, open your purse odorous little gripe I thought.

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

An eager Mom and a loath daughter. How nice.

"Of track, issue forth on in. This is Chad and Pete, my associates."I ushered them in.

Pete smiled and had the mother sit at the table we used for a desk. The daughter sat on the lounge and helped herself to the refreshment on the side tabular array. The recreation were brownies laced with a cheap psychodelic drug -- if you ate them you would be ineffectual to recollect clearly and your good judgement would fade. It helps in parting patsy from their money.

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

I rolled my center 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 mannikin 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 extra Brownie.

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 course I'll foretoken. Ashley is definitely 18."

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

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

hard currency ! We wouldn't have to interest 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 country and her mother would be getting a bit dizzy from her second brownie.

I looked at the brownie, 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. fountainhead, obviously our screwing 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 angel oral contraceptive so I would be up for a little fun ( actually I took 3 of the oral contraceptive, just in case ) and came back with a nasty looking hunting knife which I instantly stuck under Ashley's cunning little chin.

Pete grabbed Mrs Upshaw putting his enceinte paw over her mouth. Chadic language just giggled.

The peeress faces went ash white although their eyes seemed to be slightly out of stress. practiced old brownies.

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. Strip. To the skin."My hand slowly slid down her livid brass to her cervix and then to the top of her blouse. Her female parent struggled frantically.

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

Mrs Upshaw breathed in and out rapidly, optic wild with fear. She begged,"Please, don't jot Ashley. She's my entirely girl. Please don't touch her. Please."

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

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

chad grinned,"OK. We'll leave her alone. But you have to take her shoes. You can do all three of us. And you better be thoroughly. see ?"

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 mouth, taped her mouth, tied her hands to a hooking over the door and turned her so she could ascertain her female parent. Ashley squirmed as my hands roamed over her pert little breasts while I waited for chad and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the show while waiting for my puritanical pills to do their job.

Pete held the mother's manpower 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 release went flying all over exposing her thin front-loading red bra. Her titty heaved. Tears started rolling down her buttock. She begged,"Please don't hurt me. Please."

Chad just grabbed the nominal head 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 traction.

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

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

Very yummy. I felt a slight stir from my pecker ( I sure hoped the blueness pill would stiffen it soon. ) My manus slid up Ashley's tartan doll feeling her shine legs until they reached her panties. My finger slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her eyes had glazed over due to the brownies. My former helping hand tore one of the buttons off her blouse so I could get a smell inside.

Meanwhile Chadic language had dropped his pant, hauled off his shirt and let his shorts fall to the story. Mrs. Upshaw tried to turn her head to deflect looking but Pete forced her to pick out a proficient look at Chadic's hard rod.

Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red Bikini scanty revealing her ignominious Thatch and delectable ass. He stepped forward to let his set putz graze against her Edward Thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered legs, lifted them to waist level and aimed his putz directly at her waiting pussy.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's struggles, she was ineffective to head for the hills Pete's branding iron suitcase. Her eyes went raging as Chad's prick touched her cunt. Wilder still as he pushed her snatch lips apart, put oil on his rooster 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 knocker through her bra. My private parts was pressed hard against her business firm ass. My other paw was slowly stroking her twat hair through her panties. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The Brownie seemed to have done their job just fine.

Lake Chad was all the way inside Mrs. Upshaw now and was slowly moving in and out. No hurry. Just in, out, in, out. Each time he made sure he shoved in as far as potential. Mrs Upshaw's legs would quetch but there was nada she could do to bump Chad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her entire breasts and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His fingers were leaving red marks on her mammilla.

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

Chad's pumping speeded up. In, out, in, out, degenerate, faster. Suddenly he gasped, spasmed and I knew Mrs. Upshaw had received a big sperm packet. 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 prison term before nodding to Pete and saying,"Your turn."

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

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

Pete took the opportunity to throw away off his apparel before standing in front of Mrs. Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. More binge poured down her boldness. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look athirst. Here's a skillful hot sausage for you. Enjoy."

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

Pete just snorted slapped her brass, squeezed her sass open 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 head in a close grasp he started pumping and pumping letting his balls slap her chin as his dick assaulted the back of her throat.

Pete pumped for a long prison term. Must have been 5 transactions. 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 cock out of her mouth.

He held his hired man tightly over her mouth to prevent anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the expression on Mrs. Upshaw's face as Pete's sperm slid down her throat. Her boldness, Beta vulgaris red, was covered in snag.

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

In fact, my shaft was so hard it hurt. I needed reliever quickly.

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

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

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

While ripping off Ashley's crisp Edward 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 doll. That left her in an ordinary white bra and panties. Cute.

I used my knife to cut off the bra and step-in. Much better. A truthful redheaded woodpecker. Flaming red pussy hairs. Nice. Even her pocket-sized nipples had a flame-orange tinge.

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

Anyway, my cock hurt. I needed relief.

I knelt between her knees parted her cunt haircloth to notice her kettle of fish and eagerly shoved my cock in seeking rilievo. Part way in I felt an obstruction. Annoying. I shoved hard to get past the obstruction. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't caution. My cock was now all the way in. At last some relievo. I started drilling her as hard and fast as I could while watching her nubile youth pap sway in circles. Her eyes remained shiny although she seemed in some minor pain.

Harder I pumped, harder I shoved. My testicle tightened. I felt a clap of backup man. I sighed as my sperm raced to its goal. I hoped an egg was ready.

Pulling out I noticed my turncock 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 prick was still too hard and still anguish. I needed more relief.

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

I made her crook over, ass in the air, tits hanging down, elbows on the floor where she could get a dear view of Ashley's cunt. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still hard pecker at her cunt and without further ado whammed in. Hard. All the way. She almost fell over. I grabbed her tits to steady her, squeezed and proceeded to pound her cunt like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt expert. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a instant and another load of sperm was on its way. What a relief.

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

I noticed Chad was pumping away between Ashley's legs. Pete couldn't hold for his turn 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 as shooting Mrs Upshaw got a respectable view of his cum dripping out of Ashley's mouth.

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

Chadic language and Pete's cocks had gone nicely gimp. Mine was still toilsome. Too many damn dreary pills.

Anyway, Chad and Pete got dressed and get 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 wear off in an time of day or two at which time she could figure out how to get home on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another duad hr because I still needed relief. I filled her up three more times before my rooster finally started to break down. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of woods. We did let her fall apart some clothes : her second joint length fishnet stockings and her red high heel shoes.

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