Polemonium caeruleum Casey Jones here again, sending you back in the meter burrow to the sexploits of my wonderfully misspent youth.

The year was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big whisker would stubbornly cling to life for a dyad more age, but it was in it's death throes. Cassette tape recording 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 eternal rest of the year was mostly sedate for the most part ; Beeder's departure for some rationality took the confidential information out of our furiousness. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new escapade, elaborate new patch or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my stable of studs and jade anyways.

hope was a gear wreck, the survive thing a goth needs is something to actually have a legitimize gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my invertebrate foot down there as police chief. We were not changing the schooltime coloring to blackened on black for any ground. She no longer suck up and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the apparel came off anytime mama brought folks family.

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

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

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

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

"I'm jealous because"she sighed,"I've never had someone to love enough to do me finger that way."

I suppose that was true. religion knew only three form of men ; ones that wanted her pot, some that wanted her puss, and some that wanted both. I always thought of Faith as a reverse Patti ; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a gay woman. I just thought Faith was a orphic lesbian with me as her"girlfriend"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The Truth was just a tad bit more sad. faith had just never been in love.

January turned to February, Feb into MArch, and March into April.

I continued working my two task, doing my drudging oeuvre for school council, leading the cheerleader squad, dating my grand beau and still putting out regularly for a very small circle of men. In short all was well.

In Apr Hope finally came out of her funk during our monthly football game gangbang. One moment she was sucking dick and the next moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swim pool taking peter in her puss and ass next to me. receive back Hope.

She decided her sorrow was done for now and was fourth dimension to slowly prompt on. It was marvelous to have her back. The three of us even decided we were going to travel to the Mexican Riviera for an intact month after schooling ended as a celebration. 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 workweek away from ending forever for me.

I was in an insane flurry of activity then so my sex biography officially ended. As Class chair I had to aid organize the prom, as headwaiter of the Cheerleading squad I had to format pep rally. final exam exams were coming. And finally the mountain lion had made it to the play offs so there were a shit lode of games to perform at. It was richly school madness.

I had gone nearly three weeks without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston Cowboys came looming in a few days. The cowman were a cause of death team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final secret plan and the panther had barely managed to tie the series off by scant points to bring it to a terminal game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each early at plot pretty much at this point in time, or maybe a sporadic match minute here and there. I'm a sex junkie and Chet and I never had sex, but you could evidence I loved him crazy because all that spare time was spent with him.

He was a crash, the painter had choked in the last two seasons just trying to get hold of the finals. This was the first fourth dimension in 6 class that they were playing a State wizard secret plan. If he won, he would provide this school a Hero and a huge football game learning just dangling before his eyes. He just didn't think the Cougars had enough crusade left, that the cowhand had crushed the lowest of their toughness 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 pads on charge onto the domain myself, and my bouncing on the avocation doing flush wasn't going to intimidate them either.

But there was one thing I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into enfeeblement. Our monthly company with the football squad were always a few mean solar day 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 good reason coach tell atheletes not to own sex before a big plot, I just wish they would hear sometimes.

I explained to my sisters-in-sin religious belief and Leslie Townes Hope my oh so cunning design at my home base just a couple of Day before the Big Game.

The backup was to be a home game so the Cowboys were coming to our townspeople. They would arrive the dark before and then come and trounce our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to cause none of it, so we had to formulate a plan fast.

The cowherd were staying at the very same No Tell Motel that I typically got my fuck on with Patti and Saint George. That was right tidings because I knew where and when, the bad news was that they had hawk of a chaperone in their double-decker. He needed to be eliminated.

The jailbait act wasn't going to puzzle out on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to deal with their coach. A way that would leave us all night with the boys. It would consume to be one hellhole of a distraction.

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

"How ‘ bout ya missy let me handle this here sitshy-waytion ”, mommy drawled in her heavyset Texan accent.

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

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


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

"That still does very small to actually accomplishing our goals :, promise reminded us.

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

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

"I might shatter your slight 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 female child went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on pickles. Getting past a born again coach to drive in our archway rivals, was turning into a bragging hole then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed handicap and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

momma wandered back in from our animation room ( all of 5 animal foot away in a doublewide ) and said she got an idea from one of her"tv news report ”. Hope rolled her centre and winced as Faith stomped on her foot. At this point I didn't forethought 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 derisory, something that could only act in sitcoms, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scam and clowning 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 make for the part of a nun, taking us 3 spiritual school girls on a trip across the area. We would just bump to be staying the night at the hotel. In her role as our chaperon she would unhinge the boys chaperone.

Momma was convincingly amusing in her outfit. Not the full nun penguin suit of clothes, just the universally recognized black and Caucasian wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made certain her blouse was tucked in extra tight to still show off her G cups. As try as one might, unity oculus would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The residuum of us girls were dressed as school girlfriend, not our standard slutty unity but actually serious ones. Mostly. ma borrowed a couple schoolgirl sport jacket from work and spent the day sewing some generic peak she bought from the sewing terminal in townspeople into slutty schoolgirl sport coat she borrowed from the Zebra golf-club where se worked as an exotic dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, religion even surprised me by bringing out a distich of Methedrine. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing contacts the entire prison term I had known her. Naturally I decided to watch suit and borrowed some fake hooter rimmed spectacles from one of Momma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back heterosexual person and into a dandy mean ponytail. Faith and I in ice, Hope's new braces also helped complete the simulacrum. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American language pureness. The final touch sensation was Hope borrowing her dad's place wagon, which we filled with suitcases to complete the mirage.

We actually added a couple little airplane propeller to the whole deal, not to mention a match piffling particular Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll come to those later as I feel I've already given up a lot of the goodies. We rehearsed and prepared and our elbow room was rented. The dark came and the fun started.
We knew the son were out for dinner so we waited outside in the station wagon for about ½ an hr before the school bus with the cowboy came back from a local family diner. We got out of the car and followed ma's lead.

mama went and laid out a map of town on the cap of the car and knack over to read it. She made every purpose on facing the schooling bus as it unloaded its lading of the Creston Felis concolor. The tutor of the squad counted out the boys as mama pretended to fret over the map.

"Oh dear oh dear, I just pious platitude shape these matter out for the life-time of me ”, Momma exclaimed out loud.

The handler turned his pass as he counted towards the vocalisation and almost did a double take when he saw ma. There she was with the wimple and rood-tree, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her blind drunk fitting blouse. He just couldn't seem to connect a nun to big tits.

"Oh dear young lady, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church service tomorrow, we may have to drive back all they way to Utah ”, mommy said with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no Mother Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, Faith exclaimed in fake shock.

Momma shot the Aythya americana a spirit, she clearly didn't like the gens but was now stuck with it. She sighed dramatically.

"Fret not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall provide us with succour 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 shut down our church ”, Hope sighed.

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

"exculpation me, Sister ”, the motorbus said walking up to us,"I couldn't service but catch"

"mother, “, Momma corrected,"mother Blessed Virgin Margaret Helen, of ideal Jezebels School for the Future Brides of Christ"

That was a prissy touch. Nuns in training.

"A pleasure to meet you mother Madonna Margaret. I'm the manager of the Creston High cowpuncher"

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indians ”, I said in pinched part, honking a snort of a laugh at the end and straightening my false glass with a finger.

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

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

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

"we have come all the way from Utah to compete and can not find the church we are supposed to arrive at first matter in the morning, 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 know how a great deal help I can be ”, the passenger car said sadly.

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

Momma took his hand in hers and pressed it to her bosom in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the manager to her. He kinda sputtered as he could feel his arm pressed up to her heavyweight rack.

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

"Oh God Almighty above us, we are but lost Charles Lamb, 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 face at the map, I've always been full at them ”, the coach sheepishly said.

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

Momma is an old script at this and she pressed her body right up to the skittish coach. She mashed her big dope right into the tutor, and since she had 2 inches on him and was wearing three inch infernal region ; she was squeezing her bust right into his face.

"congratulations Good Shepherd ! Praise jesus ! ”, Faith exclaimed.

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Leslie Townes Hope lisped.

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

This had the charabanc with his back to the school bus and we three girlfriend stepped softly to just out of his line of stack. The boys were mulling around the bus bored, but a twosome of them were jostling each former and pointing at Momma's butt which was bent-grass 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 skirt and showed them my bald pussy and waved cutely. That grabbed their attention.

Faith did the same by lifting her dame and then rubbing her finger's breadth up her bare slit. She then stuck that Saame finger's breadth in my sass and I sucked it like a little cock. Bob Hope also did the Lapplander, but she raised her dame with one hand and squeezed one of her boobs with other.

The Cowboys definitely appreciated this, and the gamy school boys were nudging each other and pointing. They didn't know what to mean. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his private parts like he was facefucking a pantomime young woman, that got a laughter fro all of them.

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

We dropped our doll back and instantly transformed into chaste virgins. It took all of half a sec and the coach didn't see a thing.

"Such speech ! ”, Momma said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry Mother Virgin Mary, teen boys just need a firm mitt, I sometimes just lose my natural language ”, the jitney apologized.

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

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

"Now are you sealed, it's on this side of town,"Momma said distracting the four-in-hand again.

The three of us then turned our backs on the boys, but our show wasn't over yet. Faith and promise had now flanked me, and let their toys slip out of their school blazer sleeves into their hands.

Both organized religion and Hope now had a dildo in their hand, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lubricating substance out my pocket onto my hands and rubbed them up and down the length of them, then snuck a hand and rubbed the eternal rest up and down my slit and backdoor.

The two young woman then proceeded to crowd these toy into both of my holes, I gripped their rachis for leverage as they the two sham cocks pushed into me. religious belief was in my ass and Hope's"dick"in my kitty. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 feet from their passenger car's back.

The guy cable were losing their darn, but in that paralyzed way. None of them could think what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alarm the private instructor who would feature killed the scene. The young lady fucked me for about 2 instant, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. red cent, and I was really getting into it as well.

well affair we did though, as Momma's misdirection of finding the church was coming to an end. The even funnier thing was, she was making him scour the map to giver her directions to the church building we went to every Sunday.

"Oh thank you form sir, the master will truly bless you for your boundless forgivingness ”, Momma said squeezing his script back against her breast.

"Wasn't nothing, just practiced ole fashioned Texan hospitality ”, the four-in-hand blushed again.

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

"Sorry Mother Madonna, it wouldn't smell right taking money from a nun"

"Oh it was nil like that, I am a Bride of Good Shepherd, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in sure pleasance,"she smiled taking out a Mickey flask from her trousers.

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

"God bless you sir ”, Momma smiled.

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

"Then let my missy watch over them ! ”, mammy declared.

The coach laughed,"Leaving teen son with a crowd of teen girlfriend is always a disaster.

"For shame sir, these are St. Bride of christ to be, all have taken their vows and sexual morality pledge. Plus Gertrude here is still a lesbian"

The motorcoach did seem a tactile sensation embarrassed by this. second base guessing a nun in the Bible belt was probably a target ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for second dead reckoning you ma'am, I just don't want the son getting any fool whim in their heads ”, the coach blushed.

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

Another iniquity glare from Faith.

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

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

"I reckon your right, hearing the Lords good quarrel would certainly brand their vertebral column 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 record these young brave men the Holy Writ of our Lord and Saviour."

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

The charabanc then marched the son off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a regular patron here, I had managed to wheedle this pot. We needed enough distance away from the charabanc's room for him to not listen anything.

When we got to our elbow room, we quickly turned on a boom box we had already set up. We slapped in a immense casette tape with 4 time of day of girls choir singing. Plus the automobile was made to play the other side when one side was done. So essentially we had eight time of day of praising Jesus to waft in through the walls to next door.

We then stripped out of most of our geek garb, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the bull glasses and braiding, gone also were bandeau too. We smoked a articulation and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next room access where the bus was.

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

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

"Game clip Lady ”, I said to Hope and Faith.

We cranked the intensity of the consort up a bit and headed out following door.

You could hear the boys before you could see them. They were sharing a two-bagger elbow room, but they were inside whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood alfresco their door and prepped each former for a endorsement. I undid a twain to a greater extent buttons on my top. faith ripped off a couple in from her dame. Hope put on a dog collar with the word"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly silent and a couple seconds later, the threshold opened an Edward Young man with freckles poked his pass out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his heart bugged out. faith dangled a quintet of beer from an evacuate hoop ( the sixth beer in her hand. I just jutted my tits proudly forward.

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the doorway and let us in

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

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

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

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

"Woo hoo ! ! ! ! ! Alright ! theme ! ! awe-inspiring ! ! ! ! ”, came the cheering.

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

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

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

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing barren and even. Faith even passed out a few free reefer and soon the place was hopping.

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

I found myself dancing between a couple guys to some hip hop, and they grinded oceanic abyss 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 nice bodies on them too. Hot young ripped figure, Yummy.

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

The boys kept grinding into me as we danced. They would push the joint between my lips for a drag, or progress to me slurp down some beer. 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 teat were out I had two lip sucking my nipples and a tongue down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a pair of fingerbreadth was probing deep in my pussycat. Pot and tequila always make me horny and the expectancy of this gangbang was driving me wild

Leslie Townes Hope was on her articulatio genus when I was given a hazard to breathe. The goth girl had a cock in her mouth and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his substance waiting his bit. 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 smile 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 ones, little single, fat ones, tight-fitting one. I would flick off a couple while sucking one, then switch over off to another. I was in tool heaven.

The guy cable took turn filming us and I smiled up at the camera when I could, or at least well-tried making love ot it with my eyes.

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

With that I was grabbed by a dozen helping hand and picked up and carried overhead and laid down on the bed beside religion. The male child then pushed the two beds 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 dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the catamount didn't bring out the entire team. At most we fucked a dozen guys. Even at the Zebra social club, my 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 have untill I left heights school.

I almost squirted.

The cowman were not pernicious about it either. Soon each of us missy in our hellish ternary had a football jock between their thighs pushing their inwardness into us. Another would come along slope of one of us and stick their putz in our mouth.

The male child would 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 cocks and scrawny peter all banged into me that nighttime. Their handwriting kept squeezing my bosom and I couldn't really see much of the action going on around me with a dick in my mouth to the highest degree of the time.

The few times I did occur up for air for a yoke minutes break, I I could expect over and see Faith and Hope with their infantry pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few pull of a joint. Then another guy would fall along and bear on me back on to my spine and spread my second joint wide.

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

Shocking to a pecker faggot such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 times ( and ony around the truly thicker dicks ). Normally the idea of multiple putz was enough to air me close to the edge. I imagine it was the want of imagination in positions combined with no legal action with any of the other lady friend ; that and the guys were more like a train then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 time of day the assembly argumentation fucking. It was really fun it just wasn't as raunchy as I hoped it would be. I was just wondering if these guys were ever going to finish as we would feature get home and actually get some shut eye in rules of order to not be tired for tomorrow's big game either.

That's when the horse cavalry arrived.

The political party for some reason came to a crashing check. The music went off and a cover was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a knock at the threshold. The luminosity went off and so did the video television camera. All was quiet. The door creaked open and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

The door opened and exclaims came from the boy. momma's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in entire slutty cowgirl garb. second joint gamy fuck me boot in white leather with tassles. A Andrew Dickson White string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim white belt with a couple of toy charge plate 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 ma strode in confidently.

"Save a mountain lion, twit a Cowboy ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, Momma said firing the cap guns.

mummy dropped to her knee joint right away and pushed her tit free of the barely there bikini top.

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

The guys wasted no fourth dimension taking her up on her offer.

Momma was in peak form tonight and soon she had a circle of son around her. She would bob her head word up and down on one furiously while jacking off two to a greater extent. Then she would switch to another cock and two-bagger treat another yoke with her handwriting. She was a gyrate dervish of slurping and sucking.

The rodeo rider's had pretty much forgotten about this when mamma arrived. Boys and shiny thing after all. And who could find fault them, we were filthy school girls ; Momma was a walking talking porno movie.

"make some elbow room chickies ”, Momma called on as she took a hammer in each hand 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 twain guys stand on the bed so she could suck them off while riding the first.

mummy went crazy on the boy riding them hard, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every jabbing. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched Momma go loony. Some guy rope came to toy with our nipple, but their eyes were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them doggy style, the works.

We decided it was metre to clear out, so we quietly dressed while the cowman's were thoroughly distracted.

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her back. A rooster deep in her pussy, a cock in her lip, two shaft in her hands and another fucking her breast. 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 spirit of booze and pot and sweat and spunk. He had been dating me hanker 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 inquire why I married him ?

I slept like the stagnant until morning. Amazingly enough I was unused as a daisy when I woke up. I was then thankful there had been no dp or anal retentive the night before. There was no way I would get been cheery for the Big Game.

Momma had made it home some time in the wee hours and was passed out on the couch, having had no energy to even make it to the bed. She was still wearing her fucking me kicking, but nothing else.

To my neat relief, the TV tv camera from the party was there as well on the level beside the couch. I took the tapeline and put it in the vcr to view while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from last nighttime. And a lot of slow commentary from the boy. tons of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were different time stamps for when the camera came went on and off. The shots of the three of us fucking were not the outflank and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

There was a lot of emphasis on my tits and Leslie Townes Hope's cum guzzling though.

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

mom did indeed take a wild night. She took on those male child every which way. She was crazy hungry for cocks. She would bat for them to fuck her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and keep sucking. The hombre would knock down a encumbrance in her and she would promote him out and cry out"succeeding ! ! ! ”.

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

The camera would always zoom 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 schooltime for practice.


The game came and the bleachers were filled. It was the plot for the ages for us.

The three of us were in prime form and the rest of the team hold our disembodied spirit zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston Cowboys though. While the painter rushed onto the field led by Chet to the roar of the crowd ; the Cowboys kinda just jogged out. Their charabanc looked like he was nursing a Brobdingnagian hangover too.

I would wish to say it was a yobo plot. That it all came down to a hail mary as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

nether region, it wasn't even fair.

The Cowboys had a unspoilt for the first time twenty-five percent, struggled through the secondment. But when they came back for the minute one-half, they were toast.

The Cougars slaughtered them. The final examination score was 63- 13.

When the clock ran out I swear the total schooling rushed the battleground. It was a madhouse. Chet was buoyed up on the backs of his team and the trophy was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our motorcoach got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty awesome

Chet climbed down and pushed through his booster 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 hands tended to linger nous you.

Saint George offered his home as a party pad for the team. Chaperoned by a few goodly parents like himself, momma and the sermoniser married woman Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty wild and we all got wino and loony. portion of the guys had girlfriends there so no binge broke out. But as the Nox wore on they took their girl domicile. When the last of the missy went home some of the guy wire came back.

That's when the orgy started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last naked party with the puma. But this time mamma and George I, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The party went into the wee hour as the concluding of the boy grew tired from fucking all our kettle of fish.

In the end the cobbler's last fuckers standing were mamma, myself, Faith, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lallygag deprivation knowing this was the hold up lieu she and Beeder were together.

In any suit, the night ended with Faith and I sharing a nervus facialis from St. George and Marcus dumping one survive spermatozoon deliverance up mamma's ass.

One workweek left till gradation and the day after was the promenade, our terminal nighttime as high school day girls.

Go cougar !