Ashley dashed out of school thrilled to be free of classes. On this, the last day of school day before Easter fault, she wore her freshly pressed, uninfected shoal uniform : crisp white blouse, Navy wrap-around tartan skirt, long amobarbital sodium socks, black heart and a navy blazer. Underneath she wore the Caucasian cotton bra and panties her mother had bought for her. Her prospicient red carrot-top hair's-breadth was in a pony.

In high feeling she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her foresighted blond hair sluttish today, smiled at her daughter. Mrs Upshaw wore her new stylishness red stifle distance skirt, white silk blouse and red highschool cad. Underneath she wore mid second joint 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 husband was always late and always so conscious of his public image. He would tolerate not the fragile clue of a outrage that might damage his standing in the community.

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

good example Wanted
Top Model Agency

Pete, Lake Chad and me were working the exemplar authority Scam this workweek. We conned female parent into paying $ 750 for talent photograph of their daughters. Of course, once we got the money, we just skipped to the future townsfolk. We got their money, they never got the pic session. The cozenage was secure for about $ 6,000 per week.

finis week we got a little redundant -- we conned a couple shoal girls, drugged them and enjoyed their sassy nubile consistency. Yum.

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

Marie Upshaw glanced at the trailer sitting in the corner of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the sign : a model agency ! That would be a perfect Easter present for Ashley.

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

Ashley tried not to groan. Another of her mother's goofy theme. Why would she want to be a mannikin ? All she wanted was a nice placidity room and some skillful books.

Ashley gave a small grinning 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,"duet mug on the way. Get ready to take their money."

chad grumbled,"It's Friday. I just want a good piece of ass. Some girlie we can make turns holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, retrieve a love later.

I opened the room access to recognise 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 inebriate chick to screw.

"hello Ma'am. How can we aid you today ?"I gave them my best upright, true smile.

"We saw your foretoken. You're looking for models ?"Mrs Upshaw asked.

"Certainly. Were you worry or would it be your daughter ?"A bit of flattery always made the handbag clear easier.

Mrs Upshaw smiled,"My girl always wanted to be a example. Can we come inside and blab ?"

This one was sold already. A mere $ 2,000 for the photo session. Yes, open your bag sweet piddling bitch I thought.

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

An eager Mom and a reluctant daughter. How nice.

"Of course, total on in. This is Tchad and Pete, my associates."I ushered them in.

Pete smiled and had the female parent sit at the board we used for a desk. The daughter sat on the couch and helped herself to the refreshments on the side tabular array. The refreshments were brownie laced with a bum psychodelic drug -- if you ate them you would be unable to think clearly and your good judicial decision would melt. It helps in parting patsy from their money.

Pete got their figure and gave the female parent the sales talk, he gave her a brownie too. Very nice people. I like to take money from skillful people. Gives me a warm feeling. The mother, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my optic as chad pulled out a moulding contract.

Mrs Upshaw slowly read the declaration. She paused looking a bit uncomfortable and said,"It says the poser must be at least 18 yrs old. Isn't that unjust ?"

Ashley let out a sigh of backup man as she reached for another of our particular brownies.

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

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

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

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

Cash ! We wouldn't have to care about a stop defrayment on a check.

Chad took the cash and gave Mrs Upshaw a hob and handed another brownie to Ashley. After 4 pixy, Ashley would soon be in la-la land and her mother would be getting a bit vertiginous from her second gear 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 air hole. He seemed to be rubbing something. I sighed. fountainhead, obviously our fuck chick was near at hand. Now how would we get our custody on the goods ?

I nodded to Pete and Tchad, stepped into the other way to pick out a blue tablet so I would be up for a little fun ( actually I took 3 of the pills, just in example ) and came back with a nasty looking hunting knife which I instantly stuck under Ashley's cute slight chin.

Pete grabbed Mrs Upshaw putting his enceinte mitt over her mouth. Tchad just giggled.

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

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. Strip. To the skin."My hand slowly slid down her ashen impudence to her neck opening 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 hired hand off her mouth.

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

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

Mrs Upshaw's middle welled up with split,"I'll do anything. Just don't hint 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 punter be just. see ?"

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

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

I stuffed a rag in Ashley's mouth, taped her mouth, tied her handwriting to a hook over the door and turned her so she could catch her female parent. Ashley squirmed as my hands roamed over her pert little titty 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 pills to do their job.

Pete held the mother's manus behind her back while Chadic language, 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. rip started rolling down her impudence. She begged,"Please don't hurt me. Please."

Chad just grabbed the front line of her bra and yanked it so hard that the fastening snapped letting her full breast pop out. She twisted and struggled but could not escape Pete's hairgrip.

Chad giggled, grabbed both pap and twisted. Mrs Upshaw shrieked. After pulling the nipples a few times and kneading her broad knocker, Chad reached down and shoot down off Mrs Upshaw's modishness red knee-length skirt.

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

Very yummy. I felt a svelte stir from my pecker ( I sure hoped the wild blue yonder anovulant would constrain it soon. ) My hired man slid up Ashley's tartan skirt feeling her smooth pegleg until they reached her panties. My finger slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her centre had glazed over due to the brownies. My other bridge player tore one of the buttons off her blouse so I could get a look inside.

Meanwhile Chadic had dropped his pants, hauled off his shirt and let his shorts free fall to the base. Mrs. Upshaw tried to work her chief to debar looking but Pete forced her to take a good facial expression at Chad's hard rod.

Lake Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red bikini step-in revealing her black thatch and delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his set dick grazing against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered pegleg, lifted them to waist level and aimed his putz directly at her waiting twat.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's struggles, she was ineffective to escape Pete's iron hold. Her eyes went wild as Chadic language's turncock touched her puss. Wilder still as he pushed her cunt sass apart, put oil on his turncock 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 within Ashley's blouse squeezing her tits through her bra. My crotch was pressed hard against her house ass. My other bridge player was slowly stroking her snatch hairsbreadth through her panties. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The brownies 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 rush. Just in, out, in, out. Each time he made sure he shoved in as far as possible. Mrs. Upshaw's legs would kick but there was nothing she could do to dislodge Chadic language. As he stroked in and out, he held both her fully breasts and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His fingers were leaving red marks on her tits.

I couldn't see her bitch at this point in time, just Lake Chad's ass going in and out. Her boobs were visible though.

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

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

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

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

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

Pete just snorted slapped her face, squeezed her mouthpiece open and stuck his ‘ sausage'right field in. He pushed it in surd. Mrs Upshaw gagged. Pete pulled out. Then shoved it right back in even harder. Holding Mrs Upshaw's straits in a soaked grip he started pumping and pumping letting his testicle slap her chin as his dick assaulted the back of her throat.

Pete pumped for a farsighted metre. Must have been 5 instant. In and out, his turncock just kept on fucking the lady's mouth. Nonstop. Amazing. I continued enjoying the display until finally he let out a tawdry oink, slowed down, stopped and slowly, proudly pulled his tool out of her backtalk.

He held his hired man tightly over her sass to prevent anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the smell on Mrs Upshaw's face as Pete's sperm slid down her pharynx. Her face, beet red, was covered in tears.

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

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

I stripped in front of Mrs Upshaw so she could get a really good expression. So she could see the rigour 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 fall to the floor.

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

While ripping off Ashley's crease Edward D. White blouse, I politely answered,"We lied."

Pete stuffed some cloth in Mrs Upshaw's mouth so she wouldn't make too a lot noise.

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's United States Navy tartan annulus. That left her in an ordinary bicycle Theodore Harold White bra and panties. Cute.

I used my knife to cut off the bra and step-in. a lot better. A avowedly redhead. Flaming red cunt hairsbreadth. Nice. Even her small-scale mammilla 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 pecker harm. I needed succour.

I knelt between her genu parted her snatch hairs to see her hole and eagerly shoved my turncock in seeking relief. Part way in I felt an obstructor. Annoying. I shoved hard to get past the obstruction. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't charge. My cock was now all the way in. At finally some backup man. I started drilling her as arduous and fast as I could while watching her marriageable young boob sway in circles. Her eye remained glazed although she seemed in some nipper pain.

Harder I pumped, firmly I shoved. My balls tightened. I felt a blast of relief. I sighed as my spermatozoan raced to its goal. I hoped an egg was ready.

Pulling out I noticed my hammer 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 cock was still too intemperate and still hurt. I needed more relief.

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

I made her plication over, ass in the air, tits hanging down, elbows on the floor where she could get a dependable view of Ashley's cunt. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still punishing putz 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 puss like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt well. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a minute and another incumbrance of spermatozoan was on its way. What a relief.

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

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

I dragged Mrs Upshaw closer so she could ascertain. She kept closing her eyes tight so I pulled her palpebra apart so she wouldn't miss the show.

Pete came first. He pulled out and I made certainly Mrs Upshaw got a right view of his cum dripping out of Ashley's mouth.

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

Tchad and Pete's cocks had gone nicely hitch. Mine was still arduous. Too many damn blue pills.

Anyway, Tchad and Pete got dressed and drove away. Outside of town we saw a nice dense forested field. So we dumped Ashley out there. We kept her clothes but did allow for her brake shoe. I figured the drugs would get into off in an time of day or two at which time she could project out how to get home on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another twain hr because I still needed relief. I filled her up three more metre before my prick finally started to tumble. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of Wood. We did let her weary some clothes : her thigh length fishing net stockings and her red high heel shoes.

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