Ashley dashed out of school day thrilled to be free of category. On this, the death day of school day before Easter break, she wore her freshly pressed, light schoolhouse uniform : crisp egg white blouse, United States Navy wrap-around tartan wench, long bluing socks, black pump and a navy sport coat. Underneath she wore the tweed cotton bra and panties her mother had bought for her. Her prospicient red carrot-top hair was in a pony.

In high liquor she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her long blond hair's-breadth loose today, smiled at her daughter. Mrs Upshaw wore her new stylishness red knee distance bird, albumen silk blouse and red high-pitched heels. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishnet stockings. She planned to tease apart her husband later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get dwelling house from oeuvre. Her hot-shot attorney husband was always late and always so conscious of his public ikon. He would endure not the slim hint of a malicious gossip that might damage his standing in the community.

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

MODELS Wanted
Top Model federal agency

Pete, Republic of Chad and me were working the model Agency Scam this workweek. We conned mothers into paying $ 750 for talent photos of their girl. Of course, once we got the money, we just skipped to the next townspeople. We got their money, they never got the photo session. The scam was thoroughly for about $ 6,000 per hebdomad.

hold out calendar week we got a little extra -- we conned a couple schooling girl, drugged them and enjoyed their freshly marriageable bodies. Yum.

So far today no takers. Hopefully that would change 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 corner of the lot. She grinned upon seeing the sign : a modelling agency ! That would be a perfect Easter present for Ashley.

Pointing at the lagger, Mrs Upshaw said,"Ashley, how would you wish to be a role model ?"

Ashley tried not to groan. Another of her mother's goofy melodic theme. Why would she want to be a model ? All she wanted was a nice calm down room and some in force 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 Lake Chad,"mates lollipop on the way. Get ready to take their money."

chad grumbled,"It's Friday. I just want a good fuck. Some girlie we can take number holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, find a do it later.

I opened the door to recognize the adult female and her daughter. The woman had money written all over her. This would be loose. Maybe we should up the price to $ 1,500. After that we could go downtown and find some drunk wench to screw.

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

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

"Certainly. Were you interest or would it be your girl ?"A bit of flattery always made the purses open air easier.

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

This one was sold already. A bare $ 2,000 for the photo session. Yes, undefendable your purse gratifying little bitch I thought.

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

An eager Mom and a loth daughter. How nice.

"Of course, come in 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 sofa and helped herself to the refreshments on the side mesa. The refreshments were brownies laced with a loud psychedelic drug -- 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 names and gave the mother the tar, he gave her a brownie too. Very nice people. I like to take money from nice the great unwashed. Gives me a warm look. 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. 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 suspiration of succor as she reached for another of our special brownies.

Chad said,"That's the law. We're really painstaking about following the law. Just sign and we'll arrange the photo 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 caution of this.Her mother gave Ashley a crisp look, signed the newspaper publisher and pulled out $ 2,000 cash.

Johnny Cash ! We wouldn't have to care about a barricade payment on a check.

Chad took the Cash and gave Mrs Upshaw a brownie and handed another pixy to Ashley. After 4 imp, Ashley would soon be in la-la state and her mother would be getting a bit dizzy from her s brownie.

I looked at the brownies, then I looked at Chad. He was looking at Ashley and trying to strangle a leer. I looked at Pete. He was staring at Ashley. His hand was in his sack. He seemed to be rubbing something. I sighed. well, obviously our roll in the hay chick was near at hand. Now how would we get our hands on the goods ?

I nodded to Pete and Lake Chad, stepped into the other elbow room to choose a blue anovulatory drug so I would be up for a little fun ( actually I took 3 of the lozenge, just in case ) and came back with a nasty looking hunting knife which I instantly stuck under Ashley's cute little chin.

Pete grabbed Mrs Upshaw putting his prominent hired hand over her mouth. Tchad just giggled.

The lady faces went ash white although their eyes seemed to be slightly out of direction. Good old brownies.

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. Strip. To the skin."My hand slowly slid down her ashen brass 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 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 ghost Ashley. She's my sole girl. Please don't touch her. Please."

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

Mrs Upshaw's oculus welled up with tears,"I'll do anything. Just don't touch her. Anything ! Please !"

Chad grinned,"OK. We'll leave her alone. But you have to bring her plaza. You can do all three of us. And you better be just. see ?"

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

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

I stuffed a rag in Ashley's mouth, taped her mouth, tied her workforce to a hook over the room access and turned her so she could watch over her female parent. Ashley squirmed as my hands roamed over her pert trivial breasts while I waited for Chadic language and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the display while waiting for my drear anovulant to do their job.

Pete held the mother's hands 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 buttons went flying all over exposing her slim down front-loading red bra. Her breasts heaved. Tears started rolling down her impertinence. She begged,"Please don't hurt me. Please."

Chad just grabbed the front man of her bra and yanked it so hard that the fasteners snapped letting her full-of-the-moon knocker pop out. She twisted and struggled but could not turn tail Pete's grip.

Chad giggled, grabbed both nipples and twisted. Mrs Upshaw shrieked. After pulling the nipples a few times and kneading her full titty, Republic of Chad reached down and pull off Mrs Upshaw's chic red knee-length skirt.

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

Very yummy. I felt a svelte stir from my pecker ( I sure hoped the blue devil tablet would stiffen it soon. ) My handwriting slid up Ashley's plaid wench feeling her smooth leg until they reached her panty. My finger slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her eyes had glazed over due to the brownies. My former hand tore one of the buttons off her blouse so I could get a tone inside.

Meanwhile Tchad had dropped his pants, hauled off his shirt and let his shorts declivity to the base. Mrs. Upshaw tried to sour her brain to stave off looking but Pete forced her to get a sound look at Chad's hard rod.

Lake Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red bikini panties revealing her black thatch and delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his rigid tool graze against her thatched roof and, grabbing her stocking covered legs, lifted them to waist level and aimed his dick directly at her waiting cunt.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's battle, she was ineffective to escape Pete's smoothing iron clutch. Her center went rampantly as Tchad's cock touched her cunt. Wilder still as he pushed her cunt sassing apart, put oil on his prick 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 tits through her bra. My genital organ was pressed hard against her firm ass. My former helping hand was slowly stroking her cunt hairs through her panties. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The hob 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 hurry. Just in, out, in, out. Each time he made sure he shoved in as far as possible. Mrs Upshaw's legs would give up but there was nothing she could do to free Tchad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her wide-cut titty and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His fingers were leaving red brand on her knocker.

I couldn't see her twat at this distributor point, just Chadic's ass going in and out. Her dumbbell were seeable 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 spermatozoan packet boat. I idly wondered if she had an egg set.

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

My cock felt hard now. The blue lozenge had worked. I hoped the dose was enough to keep 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 knee joint as Pete released her arms. Chad stepped behind her, took her arms and held them behind her back just as Pete had done. His tool, still hard, was pressed hard against her back.

Pete took the opportunity to fling off his apparel before standing in front of Mrs. Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. more tears poured down her cheeks. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look hungry. Here's a gracious 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 mouth open and stuck his ‘ sausage'rightfield 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 smashed handle he started pumping and pumping letting his balls slap her chin as his stopcock assaulted the vertebral column of her throat.

Pete pumped for a longsighted time. Must have been 5 instant. In and out, his shaft 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 hand tightly over her mouth to forbid anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the look on Mrs. Upshaw's face as Pete's spermatozoan slid down her throat. Her facial expression, beet red, was covered in crying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pete stuffed some cloth in Mrs Upshaw's mouthpiece so she wouldn't make too lots noise.

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's navy blue plaid skirt. That left her in an ordinary bloodless bra and panties. Cute.

I used my tongue to cut off the bra and panties. Much better. A true redhead. Flaming red cunt whisker. Nice. Even her small pap had a reddish-orange tinge.

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

Anyway, my shaft scathe. I needed relief.

I knelt between her knees parted her pussy haircloth to find her hole and eagerly shoved my cock in seeking sculptural relief. share way in I felt an obstruction. Annoying. I shoved hard to get past the impediment. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't upkeep. My tool was now all the way in. At last some relief. I started drilling her as hard and fast as I could while watching her marriageable young tits sway in lap. Her eyes remained glazed although she seemed in some minor pain.

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

But my hammer was still too gruelling and still suffer. I needed more relief.

I looked at Mrs Upshaw, grinned and said,"Your turn. You can facilitate 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 floor where she could get a good prospect of Ashley's slit. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still difficult cock at her puss and without farther ado whammed in. Hard. All the way. She almost fell over. I grabbed her tits to calm her, squeezed and proceeded to pound her cunt like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt ripe. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a minute and another loading of sperm cell was on its way. What a relief.

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

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

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

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

Chad took another few instant. He didn't come until he was covered in perspiration and then he made this stupid bullmoose audio as he filled Ashley's cunt with his cum. I hoped my spermatozoon got to her egg before Chad's.

Chad and Pete's cocks had gone nicely hitch. Mine was still unvoiced. Too many damn racy pills.

Anyway, Chadic 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 leave her skid. I figured the drugs would wear off in an hour or two at which time she could figure out how to get domicile on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another couple hours because I still needed alleviation. I filled her up three Sir Thomas More time before my cock finally started to collapse. Finally.

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

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