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

The class was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life for a couplet to a greater extent 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 matter. And I was half a year away from graduating.

The respite of the yr was mostly calm for the most part ; Beeder's release for some rationality took the winds out of our wildness. Don't get me ill-timed, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new plot of land or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my stable of macho-man and slovenly woman anyways.

Hope was a train wreck, the last thing a goth needs is something to actually feature a logical gripe about. Where once she mostly wore smuggled, she solely wore pitch-dark now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my animal foot down there as Captain. We were not changing the school colours to contraband on melanize for any intellect. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would submit off once the clothes came off anytime mammy brought folks home.

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

religion was Faith, still selling pot, still drinking still cursing. She did surprise me though one night with a confession when we were talking about Hope's depression.

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

"You're jealous of person's guts being ripped out ”, I said still cooing from a expert session of her eating me out.

"I'm envious because"she sighed,"I've never had someone to screw enough to make me feel that way."

I suppose that was on-key. Faith knew only three kinds of men ; ones 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 hole-and-corner cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought faith was a secret Lesbian with me as her"girl"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The the true was just a tad bit more sad. Faith had just never been in love.

Jan turned to February, February into March, and MArch into April.

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

In April Hope finally came out of her Casimir Funk during our monthly football gangbang. One second she was sucking dick and the next moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swimming pool taking tool in her pussy and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was fourth dimension to slowly travel on. It was wondrous to have her back. The three of us even decided we were going to trip to the Mexican Riviera for an entire month after school ended as a solemnisation. We even went to get our passport photos and were truly prepared.

April 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 hustle of activity then so my sex life story officially ended. As course President of the United States I had to help organize the Prom, as Captain of the Cheerleading team I had to do pep rallying. final exams were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the gambling offs so there were a shit payload of games to perform at. It was high school madness.

I had gone nearly three week without sex when the Big biz against the county rivals the Creston Cowboys came looming in a few Day. The Cowboys were a killer squad, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final examination biz and the Felis concolor had barely managed to tie the serial off by scant points to fetch 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 full point, or maybe a sporadic duo 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 fourth dimension was spent with him.

He was a shipwreck, the Cougars had choked in the last two seasons just trying to reach the final exam. This was the first meter in 6 years that they were playing a State hero game. If he won, he would provide this shoal a Heron and a huge football scholarship just dangling before his eyes. He just didn't think the panther had sufficiency movement left, that the rodeo rider had crushed the lowest of their stamina in the last game.

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

But there was one affair I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into debilitation. Our monthly company with the football game team were always a few Day before or just after a big game. Fucking them the day or nighttime before usually left them a bit tired and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a good reason coaches tell atheletes not to have sex before a big secret plan, I just wish they would listen sometimes.

I explained to my sisters-in-sin religious belief and Hope my oh so cunning plan at my home just a span of days before the Big Game.

The Championship was to be a home game so the cowherd were coming to our town. They would arrive the night before and then occur and crush our dream of winning the prize. I was to ingest none of it, so we had to formulate a programme fast.

The cowman were staying at the very Sami No Tell Motel that I typically got my nooky on with Patti and George. That was good news because I knew where and when, the bad newsworthiness was that they had hawk of a chaperone in their handler. He needed to be eliminated.

The jailbait procedure wasn't going to cultivate on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to deal with their coach-and-four. A way that would leave us all night with the boys. It would have got to be one blaze of a misdirection.

mammy had been making us dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches ( a fine chef she was not ) and had been listening in.

"How ‘ bout ya young lady let me treat this here sitshy-waytion ”, mom drawled in her thick Texan accent.

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

"Aint no affair. I fer one am tired of them Cowboys lording the Championships, it would be my pleasure “, Momma eagerly retorted.


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

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

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

"True, I would have suggested ‘ mama'but she would probably shatter his skull ”, promise concurred in her droll fashion.

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

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

The three of us female child went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on kettle of fish. Getting past a born again coach to bed our arch competition, was turning into a fully grown kettle of fish then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed arrest 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 narration ”. Hope rolled her center and winced as trust stomped on her foot. At this period I didn't upkeep what the heck it was, as cipher had come to us.

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

mamma's idea was ridiculous, something that could only ferment in situation comedy, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious cozenage and japery 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 work the part of a nun, taking us 3 spiritual school girls on a misstep across the country. We would just go on to be staying the nighttime at the hotel. In her persona as our chaperone she would distract the boys chaperone.

Momma was convincingly risible in her outfit. Not the full nun penguin courtship, just the universally recognized black and white wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made sure her blouse was tucked in extra tight to still show off her G loving cup. As try as one might, single eyes would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The balance of us girls were dressed as school girls, not our standard slutty I but actually unplayful I. Mostly. mum borrowed a twosome schoolgirl blazers from work and spent the day sewing some generic top she bought from the sewing depot in Ithiel Town into slutty schoolgirl sport jacket she borrowed from the Zebra nightclub where se worked as an alien dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, faith even surprised me by bringing out a dyad of glasses. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing contacts the entire time I had known her. Naturally I decided to fall out suit and borrowed some wangle motor horn rimmed glasses from one of Momma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair's-breadth back straight and into a cracking tight ponytail. Faith and I in trash, hope's new twain also helped fill in the paradigm. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American purity. The final touch was Hope borrowing her dad's station estate car, which we filled with bag to finish the mirage.

We actually added a couple little props to the unanimous mess, not to mention a couple little item Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll semen to those tardy 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 boys were out for dinner party so we waited outside in the post wagon for about ½ an hour before the school bus with the puncher came back from a local class diner. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

mammy went and laid out a map of town on the hood of the car and bent over to record it. She made every purpose on facing the schooling bus as it unloaded its cargo of the Creston Cougars. The coach of the squad counted out the boys as Momma pretended to fray over the map.

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

The handler turned his headland as he counted towards the interpreter and almost did a double return when he saw mammy. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her closely trying on blouse. He just couldn't seem to plug into a nun to big tits.

"Oh dear girls, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church tomorrow, we may give birth to beat back back all they way to Utah ”, Momma said with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no female parent Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, faith exclaimed in faker shock.

Momma shot the redhead 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 succour in this hour ”, mum 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 ”, Bob Hope sighed.

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

"self-justification me, sister ”, the coach said walking up to us,"I couldn't assistant but overhear"

"female parent, “, Momma corrected,"Mother Mary Margaret Helen of Troy, of holy person Jezebels schooltime for the Future St. Brigid of Jesus of Nazareth"

That was a squeamish trace. Nuns in training.

"A pleasure to meet you female parent Mary Margaret. I'm the passenger vehicle of the Creston High cattleman"

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indians ”, I said in rhinal voice, honking a snort of a laugh at the end and straightening my falsify methamphetamine with a finger.

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

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

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

"we have come all the way from Beehive State to compete and can not line up the church we are supposed to arrive at first matter in the aurora, and the girls so desperately have been trying all year to be their best."

"Well, I am a stranger here myself, so I don't have intercourse how much help I can be ”, the coach said sadly.

"Oh please good sir"Momma said stepping right up to him,"we are in desperate need of aid"

Momma took his script in hers and pressed it to her titty in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the coach to her. He kinda sputtered as he could palpate his arm pressed up to her hulk rack.

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

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

"I guess I could seem at the map, I've always been good at them ”, the coach-and-four 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.

ma is an old hired hand at this and she pressed her soundbox right up to the nervous coach. She mashed her big boobs rightfield into the coach-and-four, and since she had 2 inches on him and was wearing three column inch hells ; she was squeezing her bout right into his face.

"extolment jesus ! kudos Redeemer ! ”, religion exclaimed.

"Amon “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

Momma broke away from the befuddled coach and he stepped up to the map on the punk and started trying to mull out guidance. mama leant down beside him, almost over kneeling so that her bust was still dangling no more tan a groundwork from his eyes at any given time.

This had the coach with his back to the school bus and we three girl stepped softly to just out of his line of heap. The boys were mulling around the bus bored, but a mates of them were jostling each other and pointing at mammy's arse 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 day geek ”. So I then lifted my skirt 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 slit. She then stuck that same fingerbreadth in my sassing and I sucked it like a lilliputian cock. Hope also did the Saame, but she raised her skirt with one hand and squeezed one of her bosom with other.

The cowherd 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 pantomime girl, that got a laugh fro all of them.

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

We dropped our wench back and instantly transformed into chaste Virgin. It took all of half a bit and the motorbus didn't see a thing.

"Such linguistic process ! ”, mammy said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry Mother The Virgin, teen boy just ask a firm hand, I sometimes just mislay my tongue ”, the jitney apologized.

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

organized religion shoot an evil spirit back, then smiled"innocently ”.

"Now are you sure, it's on this side of township,"mommy said distracting the handler again.

The three of us then turned our backs on the son, but our show wasn't over yet. trust and Hope had now flanked me, and let their toys slip out of their schooling blazer sleeve into their hands.

Both Faith and Hope now had a dildo in their bridge player, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lube out my pocket onto my deal and rubbed them up and down the length of them, then snuck a hand and rubbed the rest up and down my slit and backdoor.

The two girls then proceeded to push these toys into both of my yap, I gripped their backs for purchase as they the two fake putz pushed into me. Faith was in my ass and Leslie Townes 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 infantry from their private instructor'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 alert the coach who would have killed the scene. The girls fucked me for about 2 second, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. shit, and I was really getting into it as well.

in effect thing we did though, as Momma's beguilement of finding the church was coming to an end. The even fishy thing was, she was making him scour the map to giver her centering to the church we went to every Sunday.

"Oh thank you variety sir, the lord will truly bless you for your boundless benignity ”, mammy said squeezing his paw back against her breast.

"Wasn't nothing, just good ole fashioned Texan cordial reception ”, the autobus blushed again.

"Please let me thank you personally for your benignity if you wont contract my blessing then."

"Sorry female parent Mary, it wouldn't spirit right taking money from a nun"

"Oh it was nothing like that, I am a Bride of Jesus, that doesn't mean value I can't indulge in certain pleasance,"she smiled taking out a mickey flask from her trousers.

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

"God bless you sir ”, Momma smiled.

"But that still leaves my son ”, coach sighed,"I need to continue an eagle eye on them till Light out, you know how boys can get."

"Then let my girls watch over them ! ”, Momma declared.

The coach laughed,"Leaving teenager boys with a bunch of stripling girls is always a disaster.

"For ignominy sir, these are Brides of Redeemer to be, all have taken their vows and chastity toast. Plus Gertrude here is still a lesbian"

The four-in-hand did seem a touch embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the Bible whack was probably a direct ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for second guesswork you ma'am, I just don't want the male child getting any fool away impression in their heads ”, the coach blushed.

"I assure you, these girls are above reproach and are from the finest Malcolm stock in this expectant country of ours ”, mama said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her dickens out ”.

Another evil spotlight from Faith.

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

"Plus the girls need to practice their vocal piece of work, and I'm sure your boy would be a rapt hearing for uplifting hymn"

"I reckon your right wing, hearing the Lords good words would certainly steel their spines for tomorrows big game"

"God bless you sir"momma said hugging him again tight into her huge tits.

"Now girls, go unpack your affair and show these young brave men the word of our Lord and Saviour."

"Yes, ma'am"we asserted, even Hope with that comic fake lisp.

The coach then marched the boys off to their suite, which we had managed to bisect with our two room between them. Being a regular sponsor here, I had managed to wheedle this deal. We needed adequate distance away from the jitney's elbow room for him to not hear anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a boom box we had already set up. We slapped in a immense casette tape with 4 hours of female child choir singing. Plus the auto was made to wager the former face when one side was done. So essentially we had eight minute of praising Deliverer to waft in through the walls to side by side door.

We then stripped out of most of our oddball attire, and into slutty schoolgirl dress instead. Gone were the fake glasses and braids, gone also were bras too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next doorway where the charabanc was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh coach, your tongue is making scream out the holiest of holies ! ”, I heard my mom's cry from following door.

I looked at my lookout man. 15 minutes. She had gone from nun to slut manner in record prison term, and it sounded like our coach wasn't complaining one bit either.

"Game time peeress ”, I said to Hope and Faith.

We cranked the volume of the consort up a bit and headed out future door.

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

The three of us stood extraneous their door and prepped each other for a endorse. I undid a couple more than clit on my top. organized religion ripped off a yoke inch from her skirt. Leslie Townes Hope put on a dog collar with the Book"loose woman"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly still and a span seconds later, the door opened an young man with freckles poked his head out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his center bugged out. trust dangled a V of beer from an vacuous ring ( the sixth beer in her mitt. I just jutted my breast proudly forward.

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

"Hey guy wire, it's the Catholic female child ! ”, lentigo said leading us in.

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

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

Hope was relegated to bringing the cooler, and she opened at their infantry. It was fully stocked with at least a couple dozen more. Not to mention the tequila.

"Woo hoo ! ! ! ! ! Alright ! stem ! ! Awesome ! ! ! ! ”, came the cheering.

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

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

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

They turned on the melodic line and soon the beer was flowing free and even. religious belief even passed out a few free junction and soon the piazza was hopping.

Some guy was wandering around with a picture camera, watching the guys show off and jump and down on the bed. The air was thick with testosterone, sudor and marijuana.

I found myself dancing between a brace guys to some hip hop, and they grinded deep into me. They were hard through their pants. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn decent bodies on them too. Hot unseasoned ripped flesh, Yummy.

Faith was getting the like, but she pulled away and made a quick dash back to our room for the repose of the beer, seeing as our plan had worked.

The boy kept grinding into me as we danced. They would press the join between my lips for a drag, or fix me slurp down some beer. Leslie Townes Hope was getting the same treatment too, and by the time Faith got back the boy were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big tits were out I had two mouths sucking my nipples and a tongue down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a pair of finger's breadth was probing deep in my puss. Pot and tequila always make me horny and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me wild

Bob Hope was on her knee when I was given a chance to breathe. The barbarian girl had a cock in her oral cavity and was jerking off two guy. Another beat his meat waiting his turn of events. Faith was on one of the two beds. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snatch. She had a lovely grin 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 I, little ones, fat ace, skinny ones. I would jerk off a couple while sucking one, then exchange off to another. I was in cock heaven.

The hombre took turn filming us and I smiled up at the camera when I could, or at least try out making love ot it with my eyes.

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

With that I was grabbed by a 12 men and picked up and carried overhead and laid down on the bed beside Faith. The boys 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 concentrated horny young men. I had never seen so lots putz in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the painter didn't bring out the entire squad. At nearly we fucked a twelve guys. Even at the Zebra nightclub, my track record ( and that was sharing with other girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the biggest gangbang I would induce untill I left high up school.

I almost squirted.

The rodeo rider were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us girls in our unholy trinity had a football game supporter between their second joint pushing their meat into us. Another would do along side of one of us and adhere their cocks in our mouth.

The male child would Lebanese pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the other guys Big cocks little cocks, fat pecker and scraggy cocks all banged into me that Night. Their bridge player kept squeezing my tit and I couldn't really see much of the natural action going on around me with a shaft in my mouth about of the time.

The few sentence I did fall up for air for a span instant break, I I could look over and see faith and promise with their animal foot pointing at the sky as a suspensor rammed away abode at each one of them. I would get some beer and smoke a few puff of a stick. Then another guy would come along and labor me back on to my back and spread my second joint wide.

It was intense. I lost count at around the 7th warhead of cum that was dumped into me and about my 3rd swallow of ejaculate. There was a small pool of cum forming between my ass brass at the excess of it all.

Shocking to a dick fagot such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 meter ( and ony around the truly thicker tool ). Normally the thought of multiple cocks was enough to send me close to the bound. I imagine it was the lack of imagination in spatial relation combined with no activeness with any of the other daughter ; that and the guys were more like a train then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 hours the assembly seam piece of ass. It was really fun it just wasn't as raunchy as I hoped it would be. I was just wondering if these bozo were ever going to finish as we would bear get base and actually get some shut eye in order to not be tired for tomorrow's big secret plan either.

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The party for some rationality came to a crashing halt. The music went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The mussitation was there was a knock at the room access. The lighter went off and so did the video tv camera. All was quiet. The door creaked open and a spear of lighter from the parking lot seeped in.

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

The door opened and exclaims came from the son. mommy's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in full slutty cowgirl attire. second joint high fuck me boots in T. H. White leather with tassles. A white string Bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim flannel belt with a match of toy plastic guns in holsters and a big Theodore Harold White cattleman hat. zip else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


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

"Save a panther, ride a Cowboy ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, Momma said firing the cap guns.

Momma dropped to her knee joint right away and pushed her bosom unloosen of the barely there bikini top.

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

The Guy wasted no time taking her up on her offer.

Momma was in prime form tonight and soon she had a circle 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 cock and double up treat another pair with her work force. She was a whirl dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty much forgotten about this when Momma arrived. Boys and glossy affair after all. And who could blame them, we were begrime schoolhouse girls ; Momma was a walking talking porn movie.

"shuffling some elbow 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 duet bozo stand on the bed so she could soak up them off while riding the first.

Momma went crazy on the boys riding them backbreaking, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every stab. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched Momma go crazy. Some guy wire came to spiel with our tits, but their eyes were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them barker style, the study.

We decided it was time to sack out, so we quietly dressed while the cowboy's were thoroughly distracted.

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her back. A cock deep in her pussy, a cock in her mouth, two cocks in her hands and another fucking her titty. Five guys. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us home. Not once did he ask about the flavor of strong drink and pot and sweat and spunk. He had been dating me foresightful enough to live 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 enough I was refreshed 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 have been cheery for the Big Game.

mama had made it home some clip in the wee hour and was passed out on the couch, having had no energy to even form it to the bed. She was still wearing her fuck me boots, but nothing else.

To my dandy reliever, the television photographic camera from the party was there as well on the flooring beside the couch. I took the tape and put it in the vcr to keep an eye on while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from last Nox. And a lot of dim commentary from the male child. mickle of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were dissimilar time stamps for when the camera came went on and off. The dig 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 emphasis on my tits and Hope's cum guzzling though.

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

ma did indeed have a wild night. She took on those boy every which way. She was softheaded hungry for turncock. She would skim for them to sleep together her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the nerve and prevent suction. The hombre would deck a load in her and she would push him out and cry out"side by side ! ! ! ”.

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 camera would always soar up in after a guy blew a load 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 game came and the bleachers were filled. It was the secret plan for the eld for us.

The three of us were in prime physique and the rest of the team keep our spirits zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston cowhand though. While the puma rushed onto the flying field led by Chet to the roar of the crew ; the cattleman kinda just jogged out. Their jitney looked like he was nursing a huge hangover too.

I would care to say it was a tough game. That it all came down to a hail mary as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

perdition, it wasn't even fair.

The cowherd had a near first twenty-five percent, struggled through the moment. But when they came back for the indorsement half, they were toast.

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

When the clock ran out I swear the full school rushed the field. It was a madhouse. Chet was buoyed up on the backs of his team and the prize was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our coach got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty awe-inspiring

Chet climbed down and pushed through his admirer to find me struggling to get to him. He picked me up and twirled 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 offered his home as a party pad for the team. Chaperoned by a few respectable parents like himself, ma and the preachers wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty unwarranted and we all got drunk and crazy. mass of the guys had lady friend there so no debauch broke out. But as the Night wore on they took their girlfriend home. When the last of the girls went home some of the guys came back.

That's when the debauch started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our concluding defenseless company with the Felis concolor. But this prison term mom and George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

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

In the end the final stage fuckers standing were mummy, myself, organized religion, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lounge going knowing this was the last place she and Beeder were together.

In any showcase, the night ended with Faith and I sharing a facial from George III and Marcus dumping one terminal sperm cell delivery up Momma's ass.

One week left till Graduation and the day after was the prom, our final night as high school girls.

Go Cougars !