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

The year was now 1990 and the LXXX were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to sprightliness for a couple more years, but it was in it's death throes. Cassette mag tape 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 repose of the year was mostly sedate for the well-nigh part ; Beeder's deviation for some reasonableness took the wind instrument out of our wildness. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new dangerous undertaking, elaborate new plots or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty meddling with my stable of studs and sluts anyways.

Hope was a train wreck, the live matter a Goth needs is something to actually stimulate a legitimize gripe about. Where once she mostly wore Negro, she solely wore dark now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as Captain. We were not changing the school day colouring to fateful on black for any reason. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought kinfolk home.

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

organized 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 covetous of her heartbreak ”, she said puffing on the always at hand roast as we lounged in my bed.

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

"I'm jealous because"she sighed,"I've never had soul to jazz enough to make me feel that way."

I suppose that was true. trust knew only three form of men ; ones that wanted her pot, some that wanted her cunt, and some that wanted both. I always thought of faith as a reverse Patti ; Patti was a private cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought faith was a secret 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 Feb, Feb into March, and marching into April.

I continued working my two jobs, doing my drudging body of work for school council, leading the cheerleader squad, dating my wondrous sheik and still putting out regularly for a very small rope of men. In short all was well.

In April Leslie Townes Hope finally came out of her 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 swimming pool taking putz in her pussycat and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

She decided her heartache was done for now and was time to slowly move on. It was wonderful to let her back. The three of us even decided we were going to travel to the Mexican Riviera for an entire month after school 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 senior high school was only 3 calendar week away from ending forever for me.

I was in an insane flurry of activity then so my sex life officially ended. As course of instruction chairperson I had to serve organize the promenade, as Captain of the Cheerleading squad I had to arrange pep rallying. Final exams were coming. And finally the cougar had made it to the play offs so there were a take a crap load of secret plan to perform at. It was high 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 sidereal day. The Cowboys were a killer team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this concluding game and the Cougars had barely managed to tie the serial off by scant points to impart it to a net game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each early at plot pretty much at this point, or maybe a sporadic yoke hours here and there. I'm a sex addict and Chet and I never had sex, but you could order I loved him crazy because all that save time was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the puma had choked in the conclusion two time of year just trying to reach the final. This was the beginning time in 6 years that they were playing a province superstar game. If he won, he would leave this school a hero and a immense football scholarship just dangling before his heart. He just didn't think the Felis concolor had enough thrust left, that the Cowboys had crushed the final stage of their stamina in the go game.

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

But there was one thing I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into exhaustion. Our monthly party with the football game team were always a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 dependable cause coaches tell atheletes not to give birth sex before a big game, I just wish they would take heed sometimes.

I explained to my sisters-in-sin trust and Hope my oh so cunning plan at my home just a distich of sidereal day before the Big Game.

The Championship was to be a home game so the cowhand were coming to our township. They would get the night before and then hail and crush our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to have none of it, so we had to formulate a plan fast.

The puncher were staying at the very Saami No Tell Motel that I typically got my piece of ass on with Patti and George. That was good news because I knew where and when, the bad news was that they had war hawk of a chaperone in their coach. He needed to be eliminated.

The jailbait function wasn't going to wreak on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to sell with their coach. A way that would forget us all night with the male child. It would hold to be one Scheol of a distraction.

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

"How ‘ bout ya girls let me palm this here sitshy-waytion ”, mommy drawled in her thickset Texan accent.

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

"Aint no thing. I fer one am tired of them cowboy lording the title, it would be my joy “, Momma eagerly retorted.


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

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

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

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

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

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

The three of us fille went back to munching on our grilled tall mallow and nibbling on pickles. Getting past a Born again coach to screw our archway rivals, was turning into a braggart mess then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed tab and that would more then in all likelihood find us quite literally in a compromising position.

Momma wandered back in from our living room ( all of 5 animal foot away in a doublewide ) and said she got an idea from one of her"tv stories ”. Bob Hope rolled her center and winced as Faith stomped on her foot. At this tip 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 ?"

mommy's theme was ridiculous, something that could only exercise in sitcoms, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scams and japery when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by middling girls.

Momma was going to play the part of a nun, taking us 3 religious school day girls on a slip across the country. We would just happen to be staying the Night at the hotel. In her role as our chaperone she would distract the boy chaperone.

Momma was convincingly comical in her rig. Not the replete nun penguin courting, just the universally recognized dark and white wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made sure enough her blouse was tucked in redundant tight to still express off her G cups. As try as one might, 1 oculus would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us girls were dressed as school young woman, not our standard slutty one but actually grievous ones. Mostly. mama borrowed a couple schoolgirl blazers from body of work and spent the day sewing some generic tip she bought from the sewing depot in Ithiel Town into slutty schoolgirl blazers she borrowed from the Zebra Club 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 twain of eyeglasses. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing link the entire time I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow suit and borrowed some fake automobile horn rimmed glasses from one of Momma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back straight and into a nifty squiffy ponytail. faith and I in Methedrine, Hope's new yoke also helped complete the figure. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American English purity. The final touch was Hope borrowing her dad's station coaster wagon, which we filled with suitcases to terminate the mirage.

We actually added a couple little prop to the all deal, not to cite a couple minuscule details Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll come to those late as I feel I've already given up a lot of the goodies. We rehearsed and prepared and our room was rented. The dark came and the fun started.
We knew the male child were out for dinner party so we waited outside in the station black Maria for about ½ an hour before the school day bus with the Cowboys came back from a topical anaesthetic family diner. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of townspeople on the strong-armer of the car and bent over to read it. She made every intent on facing the schoolhouse bus as it unloaded its cargo of the Creston catamount. The handler of the team counted out the boys as Momma pretended to erode over the map.

"Oh dear oh dear, I just slang trope these matter out for the sprightliness of me ”, mom exclaimed out loud.

The coach turned his headway as he counted towards the vocalisation and almost did a image takings when he saw Momma. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding stand she was hiding behind her tight accommodation blouse. He just couldn't seem to tie in a nun to big tits.

"Oh dearly girls, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that Christian church tomorrow, we may have to drive back all they way to Utah ”, mamma said with a striking sigh.

"Oh no Mother Blessed Virgin Margaret Helen ! ”, Faith exclaimed in simulated shock.

Momma shot the redheaded woodpecker a aspect, she clearly didn't like the figure but was now stuck with it. She sighed dramatically.

"Fret not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall cater us with ministration in this 60 minutes ”, mama 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 ”, Hope sighed.

Nobody ever closed a church for not winning a consort competition, assuming church building held those. But the private instructor didn't know that, and that was what we were counting on.

"Excuse me, sister ”, the double-decker said walking up to us,"I couldn't service but overhear"

"Mother, “, Momma corrected,"Mother Mary Margaret Helen of Troy, of Saint jezebel School for the hereafter St. Bridget of Christ"

That was a nice jot. Nuns in training.

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

"Isnt that thome thort of football theam ”, Leslie Townes Hope said adding a uproarious list-processing language.

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indians ”, I said in nasal voice, honking a snort of a joke at the end and straightening my fake glasses with a finger.

"Shush girls, or you get the paddle ! ”, ma 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-and-four asked smiling at our ‘ innocence'

"we have come all the way from Utah to contend and can not find the Christian church we are supposed to arrive at low gear thing in the dayspring, and the girls so desperately have been trying all yr to be their best."

"wellspring, I am a stranger here myself, so I don't make love how a good deal help I can be ”, the coach said sadly.

"Oh please good sir"mommy said stepping right up to him,"we are in do-or-die need of aid"

Momma took his deal in hers and pressed it to her breast in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the coach to her. He kinda sputtered as he could experience his arm pressed up to her behemoth rack.

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

"Oh lord above us, we are but lost lambs, gift this man the forcefulness 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 good at them ”, the coach sheepishly said.

"God bless you sir, god bless you sir !"momma said wrapping her arm around his cervix and pulling him into a mysterious hug.

mummy is an old hand at this and she pressed her organic structure right up to the nervous coach. She mashed her big boobs right into the passenger car, and since she had 2 inches on him and was wearing three inch perdition ; she was squeezing her bust right into his face.

"Praise Jesus Christ ! Praise Deliverer ! ”, Faith exclaimed.

"Amon “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

mom broke away from the befuddled coach-and-four and he stepped up to the map on the hood and started trying to muse out directions. mamma leant down beside him, almost over kneeling so that her bust was still dangling no more tan a metrical unit from his eyes at any given time.

This had the jitney with his back to the schooltime 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 couple of them were jostling each other and pointing at mammy's tail 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 schooling geek ”. So I then lifted my skirt and showed them my bald slit and waved cutely. That grabbed their attention.

trust did the like by lifting her skirt and then rubbing her digit up her bare slit. She then stuck that Sami finger in my backtalk and I sucked it like a little prick. Bob Hope also did the same, but she raised her skirt with one hand and squeezed one of her boobs with other.

The Cowboys definitely appreciated this, and the high gear shoal boys were nudging each former and pointing. They didn't know what to call up. 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 coach said turning.

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

"Such language ! ”, Momma said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry female parent Blessed Virgin, teen boys just call for a strong helping hand, I sometimes just miss my knife ”, the omnibus apologized.

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

Faith shoot an evil aspect back, then smiled"innocently ”.

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

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

Both Faith and Hope now had a dildo in their hand, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lube out my pocket onto my manus and rubbed them up and down the distance of them, then snuck a hand and rubbed the repose up and down my dent and backdoor.

The two girl then proceeded to push these toys into both of my gob, I gripped their backs for leveraging as they the two fake putz pushed into me. trust was in my ass and Hope's"hawkshaw"in my pussy. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 animal foot from their coach's back.

The cat 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 coach who would have killed the aspect. The lady friend fucked me for about 2 proceedings, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. Damn, and I was really getting into it as well.

Good thing we did though, as mama's distraction of finding the church was coming to an end. The even funnier thing was, she was making him abrade the map to giver her focus to the church service we went to every Sunday.

"Oh thank you kind sir, the Lord will truly bless you for your boundless forgivingness ”, momma said squeezing his bridge player back against her breast.

"Wasn't nada, just good ole fashioned Texan cordial reception ”, the coach blushed again.

"Please let me thank you personally for your kindness if you wont take my blessing then."

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

"Oh it was nothing like that, I am a Bride of Christ, that doesn't mean 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 boozing, that seems right"

"God bless you sir ”, mummy smiled.

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

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

The coach laughed,"Leaving adolescent boys with a lot of teen daughter is always a disaster.

"For shame sir, these are Saint Bridget of the Nazarene to be, all have taken their vows and chastity pledges. Plus Gertrude here is still a gay woman"

The coach did seem a touch embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the Word of God swath was probably a place ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for second guess you ma'am, I just don't want the male child getting any horse around notions in their head ”, the double-decker blushed.

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

Another malign glower from Faith.

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

"Plus the girls need to practice their song work, and I'm for sure your boys would be a ecstatic audience for uplifting hymn"

"I reckon your right hand, hearing the Lords good Good Book would certainly sword their spines for tomorrows big biz"

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

"Now girls, go unpack your matter and show these Danton True Young brave men the word of our Lord and Saviour."

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

The coach then marched the boys off to their suite, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a even patron here, I had managed to sweet-talk this deal. We needed adequate aloofness away from the coach's room for him to not hear anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a roaring box we had already set up. We slapped in a huge casette taping with 4 time of day of girls choir singing. Plus the machine was made to play the early position when one side was done. So essentially we had eight hour of praising Jesus to waft in through the walls to next door.

We then stripped out of most of our geek attire, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the role player looking glass and braids, gone also were bras too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next door where the coach was.

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

I looked at my watch. 15 instant. She had gone from nun to slut mode in record metre, and it sounded like our jitney wasn't complaining one bit either.

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

We cranked the mass of the choir up a bit and headed out following door.

You could pick up the boy before you could see them. They were sharing a double elbow room, but they were inside whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood outside their door and prepped each other for a arcsecond. I undid a couple Sir Thomas More button on my top. Faith ripped off a couple inches from her skirt. hope put on a dog pinch with the word"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly silent and a duo seconds later, the threshold opened an youth man with freckles poked his principal out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

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

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the room access and let us in

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

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

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

promise was relegated to bringing the cooler, and she opened at their metrical foot. It was fully stocked with at least a yoke dozen more. Not to advert the tequila.

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

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

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

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

They turned on the air and soon the beer was flowing free people and even. Faith even passed out a few free joints and soon the place was hopping.

Some guy was wandering around with a video television camera, watching the guy rope show off and jump and down on the bed. The air was thick-skulled with testosterone, sudor and marijuana.

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

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

The boy kept grinding into me as we danced. They would bear on the joint between my sassing for a drag, or induce me slurp down some beer. promise was getting the same intervention too, and by the time Faith got back the boys 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 yoke of fingers was probing deep in my cunt. Pot and tequila always make me steamy and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me wild

hope was on her genu when I was given a opportunity to breathe. The tyke female child had a tool in her mouthpiece and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his meat waiting his routine. 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 knee and was soon surrounded in dick, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big ace, little ones, fat ones, cheeseparing ones. I would jerk off a couple while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in cock heaven.

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

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

With that I was grabbed by a dozen work force and picked up and carried overhead and laid down on the bed beside organized 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 wax of hard horny young men. I had never seen so very much shaft in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the entire squad. At most we fucked a XII guys. Even at the Zebra Club, my book ( and that was sharing with other daughter ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the vainglorious gangbang I would have untill I left gamy school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us girls in our unholy tierce had a football jock between their thigh pushing their meat into us. Another would come along side of one of us and sting their cocks in our mouth.

The son would punt away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the other hombre Big turncock fiddling cocks, fat cocks and tight fitting cocks all banged into me that Nox. Their hands kept squeezing my tit and I couldn't really see much of the legal action going on around me with a dick in my mouth well-nigh of the time.

The few sentence I did come up for air for a couple arcminute break, I I could look over and see faith and Bob Hope with their feet pointing at the sky as a suspensor rammed away habitation at each one of them. I would possess some beer and smoke a few drags of a junction. Then another guy would get along along and push me back on to my back and banquet my thighs wide.

It was intense. I lost count at around the 7th load of cum that was dumped into me and about my 3rd swallow of seed. There was a humble pool of cum forming between my ass impertinence at the inordinateness of it all.

Shocking to a rooster queen such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 times ( and ony around the truly thicker peter ). Normally the view of multiple turncock was enough to send me close to the edge. I imagine it was the lack of imaginativeness in positions combined with no action with any of the other girls ; that and the guys were more like a caravan then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 hours the assembly line 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 stop as we would have get home and actually get some shut eye in order to not be tired for tomorrow's big biz either.

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The company for some reason came to a crashing halt. The music went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a knock at the door. The lights went off and so did the video television camera. All was tranquility. The door creaked open and a shaft of visible radiation from the parking lot seeped in.

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

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

Now she was dressed up in good slutty cowgirl attire. thigh high fuck me bring up in white leather with tassles. A Andrew D. White string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A lose weight white belt with a pair of toy plastic guns in holsters and a big livid cowpoke hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot red cent ! Holy shit ! flavour at those tits ! Shit her snatch is stripped ! That's one sexy squawk !"came the many whoops from the son as Momma strode in confidently.

"Save a painter, ride a cowpuncher ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, mom said firing the cap guns.

mommy dropped to her knees right away and pushed her pap free of the barely there bikini top.

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

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

mama was in heyday soma tonight and soon she had a circle of male child around her. She would bob her head up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more than. Then she would switch to another cock and replicate kickshaw another duo with her hired hand. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The cowhand's had pretty a great deal forgotten about this when mama arrived. Boys and shiny things after all. And who could blame them, we were pestiferous school girls ; mama was a walking talking erotica movie.

"shuffle some elbow room chickies ”, Momma called on as she took a cock in each helping 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 brace guys stand on the bed so she could soak up them off while riding the first.

mammy went nutcase on the son riding them knockout, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every driving force. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched Momma go loony. Some guys came to act with our tits, but their eyes were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them doggie flair, the workplace.

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

As we left I looked back and saw mom on her back. A pecker oceanic abyss in her puss, 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 smell of booze and pot and sweat and tinder. He had been dating me long enough to cognise 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 stagnant until morning. Amazingly plenty I was fresh 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 have been cheery for the Big Game.

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

To my great rilievo, the picture photographic camera from the party was there as well on the floor beside the couch. I took the tape and put it in the vcr to watch while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from finish Nox. And a lot of dumb commentary from the boys. slews of whooping and hollering etcetera. The mag tape would randomly cut out and there were different time seal for when the camera came went on and off. The slam 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 Momma showed up and let it roll.

Momma did indeed get a baseless nighttime. She took on those male child every which way. She was crazy hungry for cocks. She would cream off for them to make love her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and keep suck. The guys would dump 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 see it in fast forward. She even got a few clumsy dp's.

The camera would always zoom in after a guy blew a onus in her or on her to look at her creampie or it glistening on her pelt. It was kinda hot.

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


The game came and the bleacher were filled. It was the plot for the geezerhood for us.

The three of us were in flush form and the rest of the team go on our spirits zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston puncher though. While the cougar rushed onto the field led by Chet to the roar of the bunch ; the cowboy kinda just jogged out. Their motorbus looked like he was nursing a huge holdover too.

I would wish to say it was a tough biz. That it all came down to a hail The Virgin as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

Hades, it wasn't even fair.

The Cowboys had a expert first fourth, struggled through the second. But when they came back for the back half, they were toast.

The Cougars slaughtered them. The concluding sexual conquest was 63- 13.

When the clock ran out I swear the entire school day rushed the field. It was a madhouse. Chet was buoyed up on the rachis 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 amazing

Chet climbed down and pushed through his friend 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 team as we got bodied surfed. A few hands tended to lallygag idea you.

George offered his home base as a political party pad for the team. Chaperoned by a few hefty parents like himself, mum and the preachers married woman Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty wild and we all got drunk and weirdo. Lots of the guy cable had girlfriends there so no orgies broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girlfriends dwelling. When the finish of the girl went home some of the Guy came back.

That's when the binge started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our cobbler's last defenseless company with the Cougars. But this fourth dimension ma and George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

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

In the end the hold out fuckers standing were mama, myself, Faith, George and Marcus. promise had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering expiration knowing this was the stopping point place she and Beeder were together.

In any case, the night ended with Faith and I sharing a nervus facialis from Saint George and Marcus dumping one last sperm delivery up Momma's ass.

One week left till gradation and the day after was the Prom, our terminal night as high school girls.

Go Cougars !