Greek valerian Robert Tyre Jones here again, sending you back in the clip tunnel to the sexploits of my wonderfully misspent youth.

The twelvemonth was now 1990 and the 80 were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to lifespan for a couple more twelvemonth, but it was in it's death throes. Cassette magnetic tape were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new thing. And I was half a class away from graduating.

The rest of the year was mostly calm for the most function ; Beeder's departure for some reason took the current of air out of our vehemence. Don't get me incorrectly, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new patch or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty fussy with my static of studs and sluts anyways.

Hope was a caravan shipwreck, the go thing a peasant needs is something to actually have a legitimate gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black-market now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as skipper. We were not changing the schooling semblance to black on mordant for any reason. She no longer lactate and fucked with us on weekends and would bring off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought folks base.

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

Faith 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 green-eyed of her heartbreak ”, she said puffing on the always at paw joint as we lounged in my bed.

"You're jealous of person'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 mortal to sleep together enough to make me feel that way."

I suppose that was lawful. Faith knew only three sort 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 secret cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought religion was a confidential gay woman with me as her"lady friend"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The Truth was just a tad bit more sad. organized religion had just never been in love.

Jan turned to Feb, February into march, and march into April.

I continued working my two caper, doing my drudging work for schoolhouse council, leading the cheerleader team, dating my wonderful young man and still putting out regularly for a very small Mexican valium of men. In dead all was well.

In Apr Hope finally came out of her blue funk during our monthly football game gangbang. One here and now she was sucking peter and the next here and now she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swimming pool taking cock in her pussy and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was prison term to slowly move on. It was wonderful to have her back. The three of us even decided we were going to move around to the Mexican Riviera for an entire month after school ended as a celebration. We even went to get our recommendation photo and were truly prepared.

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

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

I was in an insane flurry of activity then so my sex lifetime officially ended. As category chairman I had to help organize the prom, as headwaiter of the Cheerleading team I had to fix up pep rallies. Final exams were coming. And finally the catamount had made it to the play offs so there were a shit load of games to perform at. It was high schooling madness.

I had gone nearly three calendar week without sex when the Big game against the county rivals the Creston cowboy came looming in a few day. The puncher were a killer team, they had crushed all enemy on their way to this final plot and the catamount had barely managed to tie the series off by scant dot to get it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each other at games pretty much at this full point, or maybe a sporadic couple hours here and there. I'm a sex junkie and Chet and I never had sex, but you could distinguish I loved him crazy because all that spare part meter was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the puma had choked in the last two seasons just trying to pass the final exam. This was the first of all metre in 6 years that they were playing a State champ game. If he won, he would leave this schooltime a Heron and a huge football encyclopaedism just dangling before his eyes. He just didn't think the panther had plenty drive left, that the cattleman had crushed the last of their stamina in the live on game.

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

But there was one affair I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into exhaustion. Our monthly parties with the football squad were always a few Clarence 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 upright intellect coaches tell atheletes not to have sex before a big plot, I just wish they would hear sometimes.

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

The backing was to be a home game so the Cowboys were coming to our town. They would arrive the night before and then make out and beat our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to have none of it, so we had to explicate a program fast.

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

The jailbait procedure wasn't going to lick on this guy, so I had to compute out a way to care with their coach. A way that would leave us all night with the boy. It would own to be one hell of a distraction.

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

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

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

"Aint no thing. 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 :, Leslie Townes Hope reminded us.

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

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

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

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

The three of us miss went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on pickles. Getting past a born again coach to screw our archway rivals, was turning into a bigger pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed handicap and that would more then in all probability find us quite literally in a compromising position.

mama wandered back in from our livelihood room ( all of 5 human foot away in a doublewide ) and said she got an idea from one of her"tv stories ”. hope rolled her eyes and winced as Faith stomped on her human foot. At this point I didn't care what the heck it was, as nothing had come to us.

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

Momma's musical theme was cockeyed, something that could only form in sitcoms, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious cozenage 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 flirt the constituent of a nun, taking us 3 religious school daughter on a tripper across the country. We would just find to be staying the Nox at the hotel. In her role as our chaperone she would distract the boys chaperone.

Momma was convincingly comical in her outfit. Not the full moon nun penguin suit, just the universally recognized lightlessness and white wimple covering her promontory and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made sure her blouse was tucked in extra tight to still render off her G cups. As try as one might, ace eyes would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The quietus of us young woman were dressed as school girls, not our standard slutty ones but actually serious ace. Mostly. mommy borrowed a couple schoolgirl sports coat from work and spent the day sewing some generic top she bought from the sewing storage in Town into slutty schoolgirl blazers she borrowed from the Zebra Club where se worked as an exotic dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, faith even surprised me by bringing out a duo of field glass. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing contacts the stallion time I had known her. Naturally I decided to come after causa and borrowed some pretender horn rimmed glasses from one of mamma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back straight and into a neat tight ponytail. faith and I in glasses, hope's new bitstock also helped complete the image. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American purity. The final contact was Hope borrowing her dad's post wagon, which we filled with bag to finish the mirage.

We actually added a distich little props to the unit deal, not to mention a pair little point mamma 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 room was rented. The night came and the fun started.
We knew the boys were out for dinner so we waited outside in the post Wain for about ½ an hour before the school bus with the cowboy came back from a local anaesthetic family dining compartment. We got out of the car and followed mum's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of town on the hood of the car and knack over to say it. She made every intent on facing the school bus as it unloaded its consignment 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 buzzword soma these affair out for the liveliness of me ”, ma exclaimed out loud.

The motorcoach turned his head as he counted towards the phonation and almost did a double return when he saw mama. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her slopped adjustment blouse. He just couldn't seem to connect a nun to big tits.

"Oh dear daughter, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church tomorrow, we may cause to repel back all they way to UT ”, mum said with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no mother Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, Faith exclaimed in postiche shock.

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

"Fret not little… Gertrude.. The Almighty shall provide us with succor in this hour ”, mammy replied.

Ha ! Gertrude. That was funny.

"But whatever shall we do if we do not, if we don't win that choir competition they may close up our church ”, hope sighed.

nonentity 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, baby ”, the coach said walking up to us,"I couldn't supporter but overhear"

"female parent, “, Momma corrected,"mother The Virgin Margaret Helen of Troy, of nonpareil Jezebels schooltime for the Future Brides of Christ"

That was a nice hint. Nuns in training.

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

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Amerindian language ”, I said in adenoidal 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 ! ”, mamma 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 trouble, Mother ? ”, the coach asked smiling at our ‘ sinlessness'

"we have come all the way from Utah to compete and can not find oneself the church we are supposed to arrive at beginning affair in the morning, and the girlfriend so desperately have been trying all year to be their best."

"Well, I am a stranger here myself, so I don't know how practically help I can be ”, the bus said sadly.

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

Momma took his bridge player in hers and pressed it to her tit in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the double-decker to her. He kinda sputtered as he could feel his arm pressed up to her monster rack.

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

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

"I guess I could reckon 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 neck and pulling him into a deep hug.

Momma is an old hand at this and she pressed her torso right up to the nervous coach. She mashed her big knocker right into the coach, and since she had 2 inches on him and was wearing three inch underworld ; she was squeezing her bust right into his face.

"Praise Christ ! Praise Jesus ! ”, faith exclaimed.

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Bob Hope lisped.

mummy broke away from the befuddled coach and he stepped up to the map on the toughie and started trying to ponder out focal point. mummy leant down beside him, almost over kneeling so that her fizzle was still dangling no more tan a foot from his centre at any given time.

This had the coach with his spinal column to the school bus and we three fille stepped softly to just out of his line of sight. The boy were mulling around the bus bored, but a distich of them were jostling each other and pointing at Momma's can 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.

religion did the same by lifting her skirt and then rubbing her finger up her bare slit. She then stuck that Lapp finger in my lip and I sucked it like a lilliputian dick. 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 senior 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 genital organ like he was facefucking a pantomime girl, that got a jape fro all of them.

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

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

"Such words ! ”, mom said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry mother Mary, teenaged male child just need a strong hired man, I sometimes just drop off my tongue ”, the coach apologized.

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

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

"Now are you certain, it's on this side of Town,"mum said distracting the motorbus again.

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

Both faith and Hope now had a dildo in their hand, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lubricating substance out my pouch onto my hired man and rubbed them up and down the length of them, then snuck a deal and rubbed the rest up and down my scratch and backdoor.

The two girls then proceeded to push these toys into both of my golf hole, I gripped their backs for purchase as they the two fake stopcock pushed into me. Faith was in my ass and Hope's"dick"in my pussy. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 feet from their private instructor'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 alert the coach who would have killed the scene. The fille fucked me for about 2 moment, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. tinker's damn, and I was really getting into it as well.

Good thing we did though, as mommy's distraction 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 we went to every Sunday.

"Oh thank you kind sir, the Lord will truly bless you for your boundless kindness ”, Momma said squeezing his handwriting back against her breast.

"Wasn't nothing, just effective ole fashioned Texan hospitality ”, the private instructor blushed again.

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

"Sorry mother Virgin Mary, it wouldn't tone right taking money from a nun"

"Oh it was nothing like that, I am a Bride of messiah, that doesn't mean value I can't indulge in sealed pleasures,"she smiled taking out a Mick 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 proceed an eagle eye on them till lights out, you know how boys can get."

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

The coach laughed,"Leaving adolescent boys with a bunch of teen young woman is always a disaster.

"For shame sir, these are Brides of Christ to be, all have taken their vows and sexual abstention pledges. Plus Gertrude here is still a lesbian"

The omnibus did seem a feeling embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the Good Book belted ammunition was probably a head just the ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for second guessing you ma'am, I just don't want the boys getting any fool belief in their heads ”, the coach blushed.

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

Another evil glare from Faith.

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

"Plus the female child need to practice their vocal oeuvre, and I'm sure enough your boys would be a rapt audience for uplifting hymn"

"I reckon your right, hearing the Lords expert words would certainly steel their rachis for tomorrows big plot"

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

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

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

The tutor then marched the boys off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a habitue patron here, I had managed to inveigle this deal. We needed enough distance away from the coach's way for him to not hear anything.

When we got to our elbow room, we quickly turned on a gravy box we had already set up. We slapped in a huge casette tape with 4 hours of young woman choir singing. Plus the car was made to diddle the other side of meat when one side was done. So essentially we had eight hours of praising the Nazarene to waft in through the walls to side by side door.

We then stripped out of nigh of our geek garb, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the fake glasses and braids, gone also were bras too. We smoked a join and had a beer while we waited for our cue from side by side threshold where the double-decker was.

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

I looked at my sentinel. 15 minutes. She had gone from nun to slut manner in disc time, and it sounded like our private instructor wasn't complaining one bit either.

"game prison term lady ”, I said to Leslie Townes Hope and Faith.

We cranked the loudness of the choir up a bit and headed out future doorway.

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

The three of us stood outside their threshold and prepped each other for a instant. I undid a brace more buttons on my top. trust ripped off a duo inches from her doll. Hope put on a dog collar with the word"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly mute and a duad seconds later, the door opened an Danton True Young man with lentigo poked his pass out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his center bugged out. Faith dangled a quintet of beer from an empty hoop ( the 6th beer in her hand. I just jutted my bosom proudly forward.

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

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

There were easily 10 cat just in this room, and when he hollered out we were here, the adjoining door opened and another 10 guys 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 twain dozen more. Not to mention the tequila.

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

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

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

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

They turned on the melodic phrase and soon the beer was flowing release and even. Faith even passed out a few free articulation and soon the place was hopping.

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

I found myself dancing between a couplet guys to some hip hop, and they grinded oceanic abyss into me. They were hard through their pant. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn nice bodies on them too. Hot Whitney Young ripped flesh, Yummy.

trust was getting the Sami, but she pulled away and made a quick dash back to our room for the relaxation of the beer, seeing as our architectural plan had worked.

The boy kept grinding into me as we danced. They would push the joint between my sassing for a drag, or make me slurp down some beer. Bob Hope was getting the Saami treatment 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 oral fissure sucking my mammilla and a lingua down my throat. manpower were gripping my ass, and a brace of fingers was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always hit me horny and the prediction of this gangbang was driving me state of nature

hope was on her knees when I was given a opportunity to breathe. The tike girl had a prick in her oral fissure and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his nub waiting his bit. religion 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 stifle and was soon surrounded in dick, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big ones, small ones, fat ace, scrawny ones. I would twitch off a couple while sucking one, then change over off to another. I was in cock heaven.

The guy wire took turn film us and I smiled up at the television camera when I could, or at to the lowest degree 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 hand and picked up and carried viewgraph and laid down on the bed beside Faith. The boys 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 elbow room good of intemperately horny young men. I had never seen so much dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the total squad. At most we fucked a dozen guys. Even at the Zebra Club, my record ( and that was sharing with early girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the grownup gangbang I would take untill I left high up school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us missy in our diabolical trinity had a football jockstrap between their second joint pushing their kernel into us. Another would come along side of one of us and stand by their cocks in our mouth.

The boy would hammer away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the early guys Big cocks piddling cocks, fat putz and skinny cocks all banged into me that night. Their paw kept squeezing my mammilla and I couldn't really see much of the military action going on around me with a peter in my mouth most of the time.

The few time I did derive up for air for a couple min break, I I could see over and see Faith and promise with their human foot pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home base at each one of them. I would give some beer and smoke a few puff of a juncture. Then another guy would come along and force me back on to my backbone and spread 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 low pocket billiards of cum forming between my ass cheeks at the excess of it all.

Shocking to a cock queen such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 times ( and ony around the truly thicker dicks ). Normally the cerebration of multiple rooster was enough to broadcast me close to the edge. I imagine it was the lack of resourcefulness in positions combined with no legal action with any of the former girls ; that and the guys were more like a train then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 time of day 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 bozo were ever going to eat up as we would consume get domicile and actually get some shut eye in order to not be tired for tomorrow's big game either.

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The party for some reason came to a crashing halt. The euphony went off and a cover was thrown over us. The murmuring was there was a knock at the door. The lights went off and so did the video recording tv camera. All was quiet down. The door creaked capable and a light beam of light from the parking lot seeped in.

"hello boys, ya'll got some way for another horny gal ? ”, came mama's typical voice.

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

Now she was dressed up in full slutty cowgirl dress. Thigh high up fuck me bring up in snowy leather with tassles. A white train bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slight ashen belt with a couple of toy plastic guns in holsters and a big Stanford White puncher hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


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

"Save a puma, ride a puncher ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, mammy said firing the cap guns.

mummy dropped to her genu right away and pushed her tits free of the barely there bikini top.

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

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

Momma was in quality strain tonight and soon she had a band of son around her. She would bob her pass up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more. Then she would switch to another cock and double goody another duad with her hands. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

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

"shuffling some way chickies ”, Momma called on as she took a prick in each hand and led them to the bed.

We cleared off the bed as mom pushed a boy onto his beck and straddled him. She had a couplet guys stand on the bed so she could take up them off while riding the first.

Momma went loony on the son riding them hard, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every thrust. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched mom go crazy. Some hombre came to toy with our knocker, but their centre were clearly on Momma.

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

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

As we left I looked back and saw mummy on her back. A cock deep in her pussy, a pecker in her oral cavity, two rooster in her hand and another fucking her mammilla. Five guy cable. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us family. Not once did he ask about the smelling of booze and pot and exertion and spunk. He had been dating me foresighted enough to know I'd give him all the point 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 all in until break of the day. Amazingly enough I was freshly 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 own been cheery for the Big Game.

mamma had made it home some time in the wee minute and was passed out on the lounge, having had no energy to even pass water it to the bed. She was still wearing her fuck me reboot, but nothing else.

To my great rest period, the telecasting camera from the party was there as well on the base beside the couch. I took the tape and put it in the vcr to watch while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang appearance from close nighttime. And a lot of dumb commentary from the boys. Lots of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were unlike clock time postage for when the tv camera came went on and off. The shots of the three of us fucking were not the upright and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

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

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

mum did indeed have a untamed night. She took on those male child every which way. She was nutcase hungry for cocks. She would cream for them to have it away her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and proceed sucking. The guy cable would floor a load in her and she would push him out and cry out"Next ! ! ! ”.

She even coaxed them into fucking her ass I noticed as I began to take in it in fast forward. She even got a few clumsy 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 tegument. It was kinda hot.

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


The biz came and the bleachers were filled. It was the game for the old age for us.

The three of us were in select pattern and the repose of the team hold on our spirits zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston Cowboys though. While the mountain lion rushed onto the athletic field led by Chet to the yowl of the crowd ; the Cowboys kinda just jogged out. Their private instructor looked like he was nursing a vast 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.

Hell, it wasn't even fair.

The Cowboys had a good first quarter, struggled through the second. But when they came back for the moment one-half, they were toast.

The painter slaughtered them. The last score was 63- 13.

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

Chet climbed down and pushed through his adorer 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 men tended to linger mind you.

George III offered his plate as a political party pad for the team. Chaperoned by a few goodly parents like himself, mummy and the preacher married woman Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty wild and we all got drunk and crazy. Lots of the guy cable had girlfriend there so no debauch broke out. But as the Nox wore on they took their girlfriend menage. When the final of the lady friend went home some of the hombre came back.

That's when the orgy started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our finis naked company with the Cougars. But this time Momma and Saint George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The company went into the wee hours as the last of the son grew tired from fucking all our hole.

In the end the last fuckers standing were ma, myself, religious belief, George VI and Marcus. promise had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering loss knowing this was the death place she and Beeder were together.

In any case, the nighttime ended with trust and I sharing a nervus facialis from George II and Marcus dumping one last sperm speech up Momma's ass.

One hebdomad left till commencement and the day after was the Prom, our final dark as high school girls.

Go Cougars !