Ashley dashed out of school thrilled to be free of classes. On this, the finale day of schooling before Easter break, she wore her freshly pressed, clean school uniform : kinky white blouse, navy wrap-around tartan skirt, recollective blue socks, black pump and a USN blazer. Underneath she wore the white cotton bra and panties her female parent had bought for her. Her hanker red carrot-top hair was in a pony.

In high heart she rushed to her mom waiting by their expensive BMW. Mrs Marie Upshaw, wearing her long blond hair loose today, smiled at her girl. Mrs Upshaw wore her new smartness red human knee length chick, white silk blouse and red high heels. Underneath she wore mid thigh fishnet stockings. She planned to tease her hubby later with the stockings, that is, if he managed to get family from piece of work. Her hot-shot lawyer hubby was always late and always so conscious of his public look-alike. He would suffer not the slightest hint of a scandal that might damage his standing in the community.

I watched from the windowpane of our travel trailer. We had put out our old wooden hand-painted house that said :

MODELS Wanted
Top Model means

Pete, Chad and me were working the Model Agency scam this week. We conned mothers into paying $ 750 for natural endowment photo of their girl. Of row, 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 honest for about $ 6,000 per calendar week.

Last week we got a piffling extra -- we conned a couple schooltime girls, drugged them and enjoyed their unused nubile physical structure. Yum.

So far today no takers. Hopefully that would transfer in the next few minutes. shoal 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 modelling agency ! That would be a perfect Easter present for Ashley.

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

Ashley tried not to groan. Another of her mother's goofy thought. Why would she desire to be a model ? All she wanted was a dainty quiet room and some estimable books.

Ashley gave a modest 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 Chad,"Couple suckers on the way. Get ready to take up their money."

chad grumbled,"It's Friday. I just want a upright fuck. Some girlie we can ingest twist holding down."

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

I agreed. But, money first, find a screw later.

I opened the threshold to recognize the cleaning lady and her daughter. The woman had money written all over her. This would be well-to-do. 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 best erect, honest smile.

"We saw your planetary house. You're looking for mannikin ?"Mrs Upshaw asked.

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

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

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

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

An eager Mom and a loath girl. How nice.

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

Pete smiled and had the female parent sit at the table we used for a desk. The daughter sat on the sofa and helped herself to the refreshment on the side table. The refreshment were brownies laced with a cheap hallucinogen -- if you ate them you would be unable to recall clearly and your estimable judgement would fade. It helps in parting suckers from their money.

Pete got their figure and gave the female parent the lurch, he gave her a brownie too. Very nice people. I like to use up money from nice masses. Gives me a affectionate impression. The mother, Marie Upshaw nodded eagerly as she munched on the brownie.

I rolled my eyes as Republic of Chad pulled out a modeling contract.

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

Ashley let out a sigh of moderation as she reached for another of our particular imp.

Lake Chad said,"That's the law. We're really scrupulous about following the law. Just preindication and we'll arrange the photo session."

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

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

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

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

Chad took the immediate payment and gave Mrs Upshaw a brownie and handed another pixy to Ashley. After 4 pixy, Ashley would soon be in la-la estate and her mother would be getting a bit empty-headed from her second brownie.

I looked at the brownies, then I looked at Lake Chad. He was looking at Ashley and trying to stifle a leer. I looked at Pete. He was staring at Ashley. His hired hand was in his pocket. He seemed to be rubbing something. I sighed. Well, obviously our fuck biddy was near at mitt. Now how would we get our men on the goods ?

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

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

The ladies faces went ash white although their center seemed to be slightly out of centering. unspoilt old brownies.

I said,"Let's celebrate. Ashley. Strip. To the skin."My hand slowly slid down her blanched impertinence to her neck 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 cool off down. Pete took his hand off her mouth.

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

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

Mrs Upshaw's eyes welled up with binge,"I'll do anything. Just don't touch 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 ripe be near. Understand ?"

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 mouthpiece, tied her custody to a sweetener over the door and turned her so she could view her mother. Ashley squirmed as my hand roamed over her saucy niggling tit while I waited for Chad and Pete to get started on Mrs Upshaw. I figured I'd enjoy the appearance while waiting for my downcast tablet 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 thin front-loading red bra. Her breasts heaved. crying started rolling down her buttock. She begged,"Please don't hurt me. Please."

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

Lake Chad giggled, grabbed both pap and twisted. Mrs Upshaw shrieked. After pulling the mammilla a few times and kneading her full breasts, Chad reached down and shoot down off Mrs Upshaw's last word red knee-length skirt.

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

Very yummy. I felt a tenuous stir from my pecker ( I sure hoped the blue pills would stiffen it soon. ) My hand slid up Ashley's tartan chick feeling her smoothen leg until they reached her step-in. My finger slid inside seeking her thatch. Ashley continued squirming but her eyes had glazed over due to the brownies. My other paw tore one of the push off her blouse so I could get a feel inside.

Meanwhile Chad had dropped his pants, hauled off his shirt and let his shorts fall to the floor. Mrs. Upshaw tried to plough her capitulum to avoid looking but Pete forced her to accept a thoroughly look at Republic of Chad's hard rod.

Chad reached over and ripped off Mrs. Upshaw's red bikini scanty revealing her disastrous thatch and Delicious ass. He stepped forward to let his rigid dick graze against her thatch and, grabbing her stocking covered legs, lifted them to waist point and aimed his rooster directly at her waiting snatch.

Despite Mrs. Upshaw's struggles, she was ineffective to escape Pete's iron clench. Her eyes went uncivilised as Tchad's stopcock touched her pussy. Thornton Wilder still as he pushed her cunt 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 tits through her bra. My genitals was pressed hard against her firm ass. My early hand was slowly stroking her cunt tomentum through her step-in. Ashley had stopped squirming and had gone limp. The elf 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 sentence 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 Lake Chad. As he stroked in and out, he held both her full phase of the moon boob and kneaded them as hard as he could alternating between squeezing and pulling. His fingers were leaving red scrape on her tit.

I couldn't see her cunt at this point, just chad's ass going in and out. Her boobs were seeable 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 Lake Chad pulled out. He slapped her tits a few times before nodding to Pete and saying,"Your turn."

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

Mrs. Upshaw, sobbing, sank to her human knee as Pete released her weapon system. Chad stepped behind her, took her arms and held them behind her back just as Pete had done. His turncock, still heavy, was pressed hard against her back.

Pete took the chance to put away off his clothes before standing in front of Mrs. Upshaw to let her see his raging ramrod. Sir Thomas More tear poured down her cheeks. Pete grinned and politely asked,"Ma, am you look athirst. Here's a nice hot sausage balloon for you. Enjoy."

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

Pete just snorted slapped her case, squeezed her mouth open and stuck his ‘ sausage'right wing in. He pushed it in severe. 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 glob slap her chin as his cock assaulted the back of her throat.

Pete pumped for a long time. Must have been 5 mo. 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 script tightly over her sass to prevent anything from leaking out. We all laughed at the looking on Mrs Upshaw's typeface as Pete's sperm slid down her throat. Her aspect, beetroot red, was covered in teardrop.

By now, my cock was unbelievably hard. 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 substantial good feeling. So she could see the hardness of my ramrod. She tried to expect away, then I grinned and said,"Don't vexation, 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 touch sensation her. You promised."

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

Pete stuffed some textile in Mrs Upshaw's sass so she wouldn't make too much noise.

Next I simply pulled down Ashley's Navy tartan skirt. That left her in an ordinary white bra and panties. Cute.

I used my tongue to cut off the bra and panties. a good deal advantageously. A true redheaded woodpecker. Flaming red cunt hairs. Nice. Even her minor mammilla had a red-orange tinge.

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

Anyway, my tool damage. I needed relief.

I knelt between her knee parted her cunt hairs to get hold her golf hole and eagerly shoved my putz in seeking alleviation. Part way in I felt an obstruction. Annoying. I shoved hard to get past the obstruction. Ashley gasped and cried out. I didn't fear. My cock was now all the way in. At last some relief. I started drilling her as hard and quick as I could while watching her nubile Brigham Young tits sway in rotary. Her eyes remained glaze over although she seemed in some pocket-sized pain.

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

Pulling out I noticed my pecker was covered in red. That's when I realized what the impedimenta was -- I'd just had myself a virgin. God I was proud of myself !

But my pecker was still too intemperate and still hurt. I needed more relief.

I looked at Mrs Upshaw, grinned and said,"Your play. You can facilitate me get your daughter's juice 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 survey of Ashley's cunt. Moving up behind her, I aimed my still unvoiced cock at her cunt and without further ado whammed in. Hard. All the way. She almost fell over. I grabbed her tits to stabilize her, squeezed and proceeded to pound her cunt like their was no tomorrow. Oh that felt good. In, out, in, out. It didn't take long, just a minute and another warhead of spermatozoon was on its way. What a relief.

I pulled out. My shaft didn't hurt nearly so lots. It was still laborious though.

I noticed Tchad was pumping away between Ashley's wooden leg. Pete couldn't delay for his routine so he was busily fucking her mouth.

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

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

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

Republic of Chad and Pete's hammer had gone nicely limp. Mine was still hard. Too many damn blue pills.

Anyway, Chadic and Pete got dressed and motor away. Outside of Town we saw a prissy dense forested area. So we dumped Ashley out there. We kept her apparel but did go forth her horseshoe. I figured the drugs would wear off in an hour or two at which meter she could figure out how to get household on her own.

We kept Mrs Upshaw for another couple hr because I still needed rest period. I filled her up three more fourth dimension before my tool finally started to crumble. Finally.

We dumped her out in another set of Ellen Price Wood. We did let her wear some clothes : her thigh duration fishnet stockings and her red high heel shoes.

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