Charity Jones here again, sending you back in the time burrow to the sexploits of my wonderfully misspent youth.

The yr was now 1990 and the LXXX were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to spirit for a couple Sir Thomas More years, but it was in it's death throes. Cassette tapes were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new thing. And I was half a year away from graduating.

The rest of the year was mostly sedate for the most part ; Beeder's departure for some reason took the jazz out of our fury. Don't get me ill-timed, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new dangerous undertaking, elaborate new plot or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my stable of scantling and adulteress anyways.

Hope was a power train wreck, the last thing a goth needs is something to actually have a legitimate gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my infantry down there as Captain. We were not changing the school people of colour to black on melanise for any rationality. She no longer absorb and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the dress came off anytime Momma brought common people home.

The only exception was the monthly football game gangbang, where she still limited her role to cocksucking now. She was like a sexual camel, swallowing enough cum to death her another month.

trust was religious belief, still selling pot, still drinking still cursing. She did storm me though one Night with a confession when we were talking about Hope's depression.

"I'm jealous of her heartbreak ”, she said puffing on the always at helping hand join as we lounged in my bed.

"You're jealous of someone's guts being ripped out ”, I said still cooing from a good academic term of her eating me out.

"I'm covetous because"she sighed,"I've never had someone to have a go at it enough to piddle me experience that way."

I suppose that was straight. faith knew only three sort of men ; ace that wanted her pot, some that wanted her pussy, and some that wanted both. I always thought of organized religion as a reverse Patti ; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought organized religion was a secluded tribade with me as her"girl"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The truth was just a tad bit more sad. Faith had just never been in love.

Jan turned to February, February into Master of Architecture, and border district into April.

I continued working my two jobs, doing my drudging work for schooling council, leading the cheerleader team, dating my wonderful beau and still putting out regularly for a very small circle of men. In short all was well.

In April Bob Hope finally came out of her Casimir Funk during our monthly football gangbang. One minute she was sucking cock and the next moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swim pool taking cock in her twat and ass next to me. welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was time to slowly affect on. It was wonderful to have her vertebral column. The three of us even decided we were going to jaunt to the Mexican Riviera for an entire month after school ended as a celebration. We even went to get our passport photo and were truly prepared.

Apr turned into May and the end was pretty damn nigh.

Finally May turned into June and high school was only 3 weeks away from ending forever for me.

I was in an insane flurry of bodily function then so my sex life story officially ended. As Class President of the United States I had to help organize the Prom, as Captain of the Cheerleading squad I had to coiffe pep mass meeting. concluding test were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the gambling offs so there were a shit loading of game to perform at. It was high schooltime madness.

I had gone nearly three week without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston Cowboys came looming in a few Day. The cowpoke were a grampus team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final examination game and the Cougars had barely managed to tie the serial publication off by scant item to make for it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each other at biz pretty much at this level, or maybe a sporadic brace hours here and there. I'm a sex junkie and Chet and I never had sex, but you could tell I loved him crazy because all that spare time was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the Cougars had choked in the finale two season just trying to gain the finals. This was the showtime time in 6 years that they were playing a State Champion plot. If he won, he would leave this shoal a hero and a Brobdingnagian football scholarship just dangling before his middle. He just didn't think the catamount had enough crusade left, that the Cowboys had crushed the last of their toughness in the shoemaker's last game.

This meant the human race to Chet, and since Chet meant the world to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and pads on charge onto the field myself, and my bouncing on the sidelines doing thrill wasn't going to intimidate them either.

But there was one matter I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into exhaustion. Our monthly parties with the football team were always a few days before or just after a big game. Fucking them the day or night before usually left them a bit tired and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a unspoilt reason double-decker tell atheletes not to consume sex before a big secret plan, I just wish they would listen sometimes.

I explained to my sisters-in-sin religion and Hope my oh so cunning programme at my home just a distich of daylight before the Big Game.

The Championship was to be a house game so the Cowboys were coming to our town. They would get the dark before and then come and suppress our ambition of winning the trophy. I was to have none of it, so we had to excogitate a program fast.

The puncher were staying at the very Saami No Tell Motel that I typically got my nookie on with Patti and George II. That was upright news because I knew where and when, the bad newsworthiness was that they had hawk of a chaperone in their double-decker. He needed to be eliminated.

The jailbait routine wasn't going to work on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to take with their private instructor. A way that would exit us all night with the boy. It would birth to be one hellhole of a distraction.

mommy had been making us dinner of broiled cheese sandwiches ( a mulct chef she was not ) and had been listening in.

"How ‘ bout ya girls let me cover this here sitshy-waytion ”, mammy drawled in her thickly Texan accent.

"We don't want you getting into any trouble Momma ”, I said chewing on a golden corner.

"Aint no thing. I fer one am tired of them Cowboys lording the title, it would be my pleasure “, mum eagerly retorted.


"Thanks Momma"I smiled and she gave me a big hug.

"That still does very picayune to actually accomplishing our goals :, Hope reminded us.

"Big breast McGee could always smack him unconscious mind with a boobwhack ”, Faith said pointing to me.

"True, I would possess suggested ‘ Momma'but she would probably shatter his skull ”, Bob Hope concurred in her droll fashion.

"I might shatter your little skull if ya'll don't mind your mouths ”, ma teased.

"Can we get back to actually having a plan ? ”, I interrupted.

The three of us girls went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on pickles. Getting past a Max Born again coach to screw our archway rival, was turning into a openhanded pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed tick and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

Momma wandered back in from our living room ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an idea from one of her"tv report ”. Leslie Townes Hope rolled her eyes and winced as organized religion stomped on her foot. At this point I didn't care what the heck it was, as nothing had come to us.

"I just got ta ask y'all."Momma said cryptically,"you still have any of them slutty nun costumes from Hallerween ?"

Momma's idea was ridiculous, something that could only work in sitcom, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scam and prank when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by pretty girls.

Momma was going to diddle the part of a nun, taking us 3 religious schooltime girls on a tripper across the state. We would just bump to be staying the night at the hotel. In her theatrical role as our chaperone she would distract the boy chaperone.

Momma was convincingly mirthful in her outfit. Not the full nun penguin courtship, just the universally recognized inkiness and white wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made sure as shooting her blouse was tucked in spare tight to still testify off her G cups. As try as one might, unity center would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us girls were dressed as school girls, not our criterion slutty I but actually good ones. Mostly. Momma borrowed a duo schoolgirl blazer from work and spent the day sewing some generic tip she bought from the sewing depot in town into slutty schoolgirl blazers she borrowed from the Zebra guild where se worked as an exotic dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, Faith even surprised me by bringing out a pair of glasses. The redhaired hobo had been secretly wearing touch the total time I had known her. Naturally I decided to play along case and borrowed some fake hooter rimmed glasses from one of mom's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back consecutive and into a neat sozzled ponytail. religion and I in glasses, Hope's new braces also helped complete the image. We were the image of wholesomeness and American English sinlessness. The last touch was Leslie Townes Hope borrowing her dad's station waggon, which we filled with suitcases to fetch up the mirage.

We actually added a couple up niggling props to the whole deal, not to mention a couple fiddling inside information Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll cum to those later as I feel I've already given up a lot of the goodies. We rehearsed and prepared and our room was rented. The night came and the fun started.
We knew the male child were out for dinner party so we waited outside in the station wagon for about ½ an hour before the school bus with the Cowboys came back from a local family line buffet car. We got out of the car and followed mammy's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of townspeople on the hood of the car and bent over to study it. She made every intention on facing the school bus as it unloaded its freight of the Creston cougar. The coach of the team counted out the son as Momma pretended to fret over the map.

"Oh dear oh dear, I just cant image these thing out for the life of me ”, Momma exclaimed out loud.

The bus turned his head as he counted towards the voice and almost did a double take when he saw mama. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding wheel she was hiding behind her blotto fitting blouse. He just couldn't seem to join a nun to big tits.

"Oh dear miss, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church tomorrow, we may bear to ram back all they way to Utah ”, momma said with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no mother Mary Margaret Helen of Troy ! ”, trust exclaimed in phony shock.

Momma shot the carrottop a look, she clearly didn't like the name but was now stuck with it. She sighed dramatically.

"fret not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall provide us with succor in this hour ”, Momma replied.

Ha ! Gertrude. That was funny.

"But whatever shall we do if we do not, if we don't win that choir contest they may close our church service ”, promise sighed.

nobody ever closed a church for not winning a choir contest, assuming church building held those. But the coach didn't know that, and that was what we were counting on.

"Excuse me, Sister ”, the tutor said walking up to us,"I couldn't help but overhear"

"Mother, “, mum corrected,"female parent Virgin Mary Margaret Helen of Troy, of holy person jezebel School for the Future Saint Brigid of Christ"

That was a skillful touch. Nuns in training.

"A delight to meet you Mother Mary Margaret. I'm the coach of the Creston High Cowboys"

"Isnt that thome thort of football theam ”, Hope said adding a hilarious lisp.

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Amerind ”, I said in adenoidal articulation, honking a snort of a laugh at the end and straightening my fake glasses with a finger.

"Shush girl, or you get the paddle ! ”, Momma declared

I almost saw religious belief about to add a smartass remark, but I quickly stepped on her toes nipping it cleanly in the bud.

‘ What appears to be the difficulty, mother ? ”, the coach asked smiling at our ‘ innocence'

"we have come all the way from Beehive State to compete and can not find the church we are supposed to arrive at first thing in the forenoon, and the young lady so desperately have been trying all twelvemonth to be their best."

"Well, I am a alien here myself, so I don't bang how a good deal assist I can be ”, the coach said sadly.

"Oh please commodity sir"mummy said stepping right up to him,"we are in desperate motive of aid"

Momma took his hand in hers and pressed it to her breast in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the bus to her. He kinda sputtered as he could finger his arm pressed up to her giant rack.

"I just, well, I don't know if… ”, he said turning a bit red.

"Oh lord above us, we are but lost lambs, give this man the strength to aid us ”, she said looking up to the sky., hand held firmly against her in an act of desperation from Momma.

"I guess I could look at the map, I've always been trade good at them ”, the coach sheepishly said.

"God bless you sir, god bless you sir !"Momma said wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him into a deep hug.

Momma is an old hired man at this and she pressed her soundbox right up to the flighty coach. She mashed her big knocker right into the private instructor, and since she had 2 inch on him and was wearing three in nether region ; she was squeezing her bust rightfield into his face.

"praise Deliverer ! kudos Jesus Christ ! ”, Faith exclaimed.

"Amun “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

Momma broke away from the befuddled motorbus and he stepped up to the map on the hood and started trying to ponder out centering. Momma leant down beside him, almost over kneeling so that her bust was still dangling no more tan a foot from his eyes at any given time.

This had the coach with his back to the school bus and we three girls stepped softly to just out of his stock of quite a little. The male child were mulling around the bus bored, but a distich of them were jostling each other and pointing at ma's stub which was bent over facing them.

I then smiled and waved at the boys, they just kinda nodded and smiled back at us three"boarding school geeks ”. So I then lifted my doll and showed them my bald pussy and waved cutely. That grabbed their attention.

Faith did the same by lifting her chick and then rubbing her finger up her bare puss. She then stuck that same finger's breadth in my mouth and I sucked it like a picayune cock. Hope also did the like, but she raised her skirt with one hand and squeezed one of her pinhead with other.

The Cowboys definitely appreciated this, and the high school boys were nudging each other and pointing. They didn't know what to think. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his crotch like he was facefucking a mime girl, that got a laugh fro all of them.

"Hey, quit fucking around ”, the motorcoach said turning.

We dropped our skirts back and instantly transformed into chaste Virgin. It took all of half a second and the coach didn't see a thing.

"Such words ! ”, mom said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry female parent Virgin Mary, teenager boy just want a strong hand, I sometimes just lose my tongue ”, the omnibus apologized.

"All is forgiven, I understand all too well, we are trying to cast out the Devil of lesbianism from Gertrude here ”, she said nodding to Faith.

religious belief shoot an immorality look back, then smiled"innocently ”.

"Now are you certain, it's on this side of township,"Momma said distracting the coach again.

The three of us then turned our back on the boys, but our show wasn't over yet. trust and Leslie Townes Hope had now flanked me, and let their toys slip out of their school sport jacket sleeves into their hands.

Both religion and Hope now had a dildo in their hand, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lubricant out my air pocket onto my workforce and rubbed them up and down the length of them, then snuck a deal and rubbed the ease up and down my slit and backdoor.

The two girls then proceeded to push these toy into both of my hole, I gripped their backbone for leverage as they the two juke cocks pushed into me. Faith was in my ass and Hope's"dick"in my pussy. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 metrical unit from their coach's back.

The guys were losing their shit, but in that paralyzed way. None of them could believe what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alarm the passenger car who would have killed the scene. The girls fucked me for about 2 minutes, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. Damn, and I was really getting into it as well.

Good thing we did though, as ma's distraction of finding the church was coming to an end. The even funnier matter was, she was making him scour the map to giver her management to the Christian church we went to every Sunday.

"Oh thank you form sir, the Creator will truly bless you for your boundless kindness ”, mummy said squeezing his manus back against her breast.

"Wasn't null, just good ole fashioned Texan hospitality ”, the omnibus blushed again.

"Please let me give thanks you personally for your forgivingness if you wont lease my blessing then."

"Sorry mother The Virgin, it wouldn't feel right taking money from a nun"

"Oh it was goose egg like that, I am a St. Bridget of the Nazarene, that doesn't mean value I can't indulge in certain pleasures,"she smiled taking out a Paddy flask from her trousers.

"Ha ! I guess I could join you for a drink, that seems right"

"God bless you sir ”, mummy smiled.

"But that still leaves my boys ”, coach sighed,"I need to keep an bird of Jove eye on them till lights out, you know how boys can get."

"Then let my lady friend watch over them ! ”, mommy declared.

The coach laughed,"Leaving teen son with a bunch of stripling girl is always a disaster.

"For shame sir, these are Brides of Jesus of Nazareth to be, all have taken their vows and virtue pledges. Plus Gertrude here is still a gay woman"

The coach did seem a cutaneous senses embarrassed by this. second gear guessing a nun in the Holy Writ belt was probably a take aim ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for second guessing you ma'am, I just don't want the male child getting any fool opinion in their heads ”, the private instructor blushed.

"I assure you, these girls are above reproach and are from the okay broth in this great country of ours ”, Momma said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her dickens out ”.

Another wickedness glower from Faith.

The coach hummed and hawed,"I don't know."

"Plus the girls need to practice their vocal work, and I'm sure your son would be a rapt interview for uplifting hymns"

"I reckon your right field, hearing the Lords near Christian Bible would certainly steel their spines for tomorrows big game"

"God bless you sir"ma said hugging him again tight into her immense tits.

"Now girls, go unpack your things and show these Brigham Young brave men the Son of our Lord and Saviour."

"Yes, ma'am"we asserted, even Hope with that funny role player lisp.

The motorbus then marched the boy off to their elbow room, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a unconstipated sponsor here, I had managed to inveigle this plenty. We needed enough distance away from the coach's room for him to not get wind anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a boom box we had already set up. We slapped in a huge casette tape with 4 hours of girls choir singing. Plus the auto was made to wreak the other slope when one side was done. So essentially we had eight hours of praising Jesus to waft in through the bulwark to future door.

We then stripped out of most of our geek attire, and into slutty schoolgirl dress instead. Gone were the fake glasses and braids, gone also were brassiere too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from adjacent door where the manager was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh passenger vehicle, your spit is making scream out the holiest of holies ! ”, I heard my mammy's cry from next door.

I looked at my watch. 15 minutes. She had gone from nun to slut modal value in book clock time, and it sounded like our coach wasn't complaining one bit either.

"Game sentence ladies ”, I said to Hope and Faith.

We cranked the intensity of the choir up a bit and headed out next door.

You could hear the male child before you could see them. They were sharing a double room, but they were inside whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood exterior their threshold and prepped each other for a second. I undid a couple more push on my top. faith ripped off a span inches from her skirt. Hope put on a dog choker with the watchword"adulteress"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly dumb and a duet seconds later, the doorway opened an Pres Young man with freckles poked his point out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his eyes bugged out. Faith dangled a quintette of beer from an empty hoop ( the sixth beer in her script. I just jutted my tits proudly forward.

"You boys looking for some company ? ”, I smiled impishly.

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

"Hey hombre, it's the Catholic girls ! ”, freckle said leading us in.

There were easily 10 guys just in this room, and when he hollered out we were here, the adjoining door opened and another 10 hombre wandered in.

"And we brought beer ! ”, I said raising another six-pack over my head.

Bob Hope was relegated to bringing the cooler, and she opened at their feet. It was fully stocked with at least a twain dozen more. Not to cite the tequila.

"Woo hoo ! ! ! ! ! Alright ! Radical ! ! awful ! ! ! ! ”, came the cheering.

The way was now packed. There were about 20 boy and it was standing room only.

"I think we might have bitten off more then we can manducate ”, Faith whispered to me.

"We can take them ”, I whispered back relishing the challenge.

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing free and even. religion even passed out a few justify joints and soon the place was hopping.

Some guy was wandering around with a video recording camera, watching the guy cable show off and jump and down on the bed. The air was heavyset with testosterone, lather and marijuana.

I found myself dancing between a couplet guy wire to some hip hop, and they grinded trench into me. They were hard through their bloomers. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn nice eubstance on them too. Hot young ripped build, Yummy.

Faith was getting the Sami, but she pulled away and made a quick elan back to our elbow room for the rest of the beer, seeing as our program had worked.

The male child kept grinding into me as we danced. They would push the joint between my lips for a pull, or make me slurp down some beer. promise was getting the like treatment too, and by the time faith got back the male child were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big titmouse were out I had two mouths sucking my mammilla and a natural language down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a pair of fingerbreadth was probing deep in my snatch. Pot and tequila always make me turned on and the prediction of this gangbang was driving me unwarranted

Hope was on her knee joint when I was given a chance to breathe. The boor lady friend had a prick in her sassing and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his meat waiting his turn. religion was on one of the two seam. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red pussy. She had a pin-up smiling on her face.

I was pushed to my knees and was soon surrounded in dick, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big 1, little ones, fat ones, skinny I. I would twitch off a distich while sucking one, then alternate off to another. I was in cock heaven.

The guys took turn motion-picture photography us and I smiled up at the television camera when I could, or at least tried making love ot it with my eyes.

"net ball get this bitch on the bed !"some guy said.

With that I was grabbed by a dozen bridge player and picked up and carried overhead and laid down on the bed beside religion. The son then pushed the two layer together, and Hope was also picked up and brought over to lie beside us.

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a room full of hard horny young men. I had never seen so much prick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the intact team. At virtually we fucked a XII guys. Even at the Zebra Club, my book ( and that was sharing with other girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the biggest gangbang I would possess untill I left senior high school school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not elusive about it either. Soon each of us little girl in our sinful Sacred Trinity had a football jock between their thighs pushing their nitty-gritty into us. Another would arrive along side of meat of one of us and mystify their dick in our mouth.

The son would pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the other bozo Big putz little cocks, fat cocks and skinny rooster all banged into me that night. Their hands kept squeezing my mammilla and I couldn't really see much of the action mechanism going on around me with a putz in my mouth to the highest degree of the time.

The few multiplication I did hail up for air for a couple minutes break, I I could look over and see trust and hope with their base pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away dwelling house at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few drags of a joint. Then another guy would come along and agitate me back on to my spinal column and spread my second joint wide.

It was vivid. I lost numeration at around the 7th freight of cum that was dumped into me and about my 3rd swallow of seed. There was a modest syndicate of cum forming between my ass cheeks at the nimiety of it all.

Shocking to a cock queen such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 multiplication ( and ony around the truly thicker dicks ). Normally the thought of multiple cocks was enough to send me close to the edge. I imagine it was the lack of vision in spatial relation combined with no action with any of the other girls ; that and the Guy were more like a string then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 hours the assembly stemma screwing. It was really fun it just wasn't as raunchy as I hoped it would be. I was just wondering if these cat were ever going to finish as we would have get nursing home and actually get some shut eye in guild to not be tired for tomorrow's big game either.

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The party for some intellect came to a crashing freeze. The music went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a rap at the door. The Christ Within went off and so did the video tv camera. All was quiet. The threshold creaked undetermined and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

"hello boys, ya'll got some room for another horny gal ? ”, came Momma's distinctive voice.

The door opened and exclaims came from the boys. Momma's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in full moon slutty cowgirl garb. thigh high fuck me boots in white leather with tassles. A livid bowed stringed instrument bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slight white swath with a couple of toy credit card guns in holsters and a big white cowboy hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! holy shit ! Look at those tit ! Shit her pussy is bare ! That's one sexy bitch !"came the many whoops from the boys as mum strode in confidently.

"Save a painter, ride a cowboy ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, Momma said firing the cap guns.

mom dropped to her articulatio genus right away and pushed her tits free of the barely there bikini top.

"Alrighty which one of you boys wants your shaft sucked first ? ”, Momma smiled.

The guy rope wasted no time taking her up on her offer.

Momma was in prize form tonight and soon she had a lot of boys around her. She would bob her forefront up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more. Then she would switch to another peter and double delicacy another couple with her mitt. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty a great deal forgotten about this when Momma arrived. male child and shiny things after all. And who could find fault them, we were filthy school girls ; Momma was a walking talking porno movie.

"Make some room chickies ”, mummy called on as she took a cock in each hired man and led them to the bed.

We cleared off the bed as Momma pushed a boy onto his beck and straddled him. She had a couple up guy rope stand on the bed so she could go down on them off while riding the first.

Momma went loony on the male child riding them laborious, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every poking. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched mommy go crazy. Some guys came to act with our tits, but their eyes were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them bow-wow style, the whole kit and boodle.

We decided it was fourth dimension to realize out, so we quietly dressed while the puncher's were thoroughly distracted.

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her back. A cock oceanic abyss in her pussy, a peter in her mouth, two cocks in her script and another fucking her teat. Five cat. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us nursing home. Not once did he ask about the smell of booze and pot and sweat and touchwood. He had been dating me yearn enough to know I'd give him all the details later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a slut. Is it any wonder why I married him ?

I slept like the dead until morning. Amazingly decent I was smart as a daisy when I woke up. I was then grateful there had been no dp or anal the night before. There was no way I would stimulate been cheery for the Big Game.

mum had made it home some time in the wee minute and was passed out on the lounge, having had no energy to even make it to the bed. She was still wearing her piece of ass me boots, but null else.

To my great ministration, the video camera from the party was there as well on the floor beside the couch. I took the magnetic tape and put it in the vcr to take in while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from last night. And a lot of dense commentary from the boys. Lots of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were dissimilar time mould for when the camera came went on and off. The guesswork of the three of us fucking were not the best and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

There was a lot of vehemence on my breast and Hope's cum guzzling though.

I fast forwarded through more untill Momma showed up and let it roll.

Momma did indeed induce a untamed night. She took on those son every which way. She was unhinged hungry for cocks. She would skim for them to fuck her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and keep back suck. The hombre would dump a lading in her and she would crusade him out and cry out"Next ! ! ! ”.

She even coaxed them into fucking her ass I noticed as I began to watch it in fast forward. She even got a few clumsy dp's.

The photographic camera would always soar up in after a guy blew a encumbrance in her or on her to look at her creampie or it glistening on her skin. It was kinda hot.

I actually didn't even watch then end of it because I had to get to school for practice.


The secret plan came and the bleachers were filled. It was the biz for the eld for us.

The three of us were in efflorescence contour and the rest of the team keep our spirits zinging.

The Sami couldn't be said for the Creston Cowboys though. While the Felis concolor rushed onto the field led by Chet to the roar of the crew ; the Cowboys kinda just jogged out. Their tutor looked like he was nursing a Brobdingnagian katzenjammer too.

I would like to say it was a hood plot. That it all came down to a hail Mary as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

hellhole, it wasn't even fair.

The cowherd had a dear first quarter, struggled through the arcsecond. But when they came back for the second half, they were toast.

The cougar slaughtered them. The final score was 63- 13.

When the clock ran out I swear the full school rushed the field. It was a sanatorium. Chet was buoyed up on the dorsum of his team and the trophy was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our coach got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty awing

Chet climbed down and pushed through his protagonist to find me struggling to get to him. He picked me up and whirl me in the air before planting a wet kiss on me.

"I love you baby !"Chet told me

Then I was up in the air and so was half the cheer squad as we got bodied surfed. A few workforce tended to linger mind you.

George II offered his home as a political party pad for the squad. Chaperoned by a few respectable parents like himself, Momma and the preachers wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty wild and we all got drunkard and weirdo. Lots of the guy rope had girlfriends there so no orgy broke out. But as the Night wore on they took their girlfriends home. When the go of the young lady went home some of the guy came back.

That's when the debauchery started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last naked party with the Cougars. But this clip Momma and George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The party went into the wee hours as the close of the boys grew tired from fucking all our hollow.

In the end the last fuckers standing were mommy, myself, Faith, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering exit knowing this was the terminal place she and Beeder were together.

In any case, the night ended with Faith and I sharing a facial from George and Marcus dumping one survive spermatozoon delivery up ma's ass.

One calendar week left trough Graduation and the day after was the promenade, our concluding dark as senior high school girls.

Go Felis concolor !