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

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

The rest of the year was mostly sedate for the most part ; Beeder's expiration for some reasonableness took the winds out of our vehemence. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new plots or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty meddlesome with my static of studhorse and sluts anyways.

Leslie Townes Hope was a train wreck, the last thing a goth needs is something to actually have a legalize gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as master. We were not changing the school day colours to pitch-dark on black for any reason. She no longer suck in and fucked with us on weekends and would withdraw off once the apparel came off anytime Momma brought folks home.

The exclusively exclusion was the monthly football game gangbang, where she still limited her use to cocksucking now. She was like a sexual camel, swallowing adequate cum to finally her another month.

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

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

"You're jealous of somebody'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 individual to love enough to arrive at me feel that way."

I suppose that was dependable. Faith knew only three kinds 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 Faith was a arcanum lesbian with me as her"lady friend"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The the true was just a tad bit more sad. Faith had just never been in love.

January turned to Feb, February into Mar, and borderland into April.

I continued working my two problem, doing my drudging body of work for schooltime council, leading the cheerleader squad, dating my wonderful beau and still putting out regularly for a very small circle of men. In brusk all was well.

In Apr Hope finally came out of her funk during our monthly football game gangbang. One minute she was sucking cock and the adjacent moment she was lying on the storey of the almost finished swimming pool taking prick in her twat and ass next to me. receive back Hope.

She decided her sorrow was done for now and was time to slowly move on. It was wondrous to have her vertebral column. The three of us even decided we were going to travel to the Mexican Riviera for an total month after schooling ended as a solemnization. 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 week away from ending forever for me.

I was in an insane flurry of activity then so my sex life officially ended. As Class President I had to help organize the Prom, as Captain of the Cheerleading team I had to set pep rallying. last test were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the manoeuvre offs so there were a dogshit load of games to do at. It was high school madness.

I had gone nearly three calendar week without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston Cowboys came looming in a few days. The Cowboys were a killer team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final game and the Cougars had barely managed to tie the series off by stint full point to bring it to a last game.

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

He was a wreck, the Cougars had choked in the last two seasons just trying to gain the finals. This was the first prison term in 6 years that they were playing a United States Department of State Champion game. If he won, he would leave this school day a fighter and a huge football scholarship just dangling before his optic. He just didn't think the Cougars had decent drive left, that the Cowboys had crushed the conclusion of their stamina in the hold out game.

This meant the world to Chet, and since Chet meant the mankind to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and pad on charge onto the playing area myself, and my bouncing on the avocation doing beef wasn't going to restrain them either.

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

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

The Championship was to be a home biz so the Cowboys were coming to our townspeople. They would arrive the night before and then do and crush our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to have none of it, so we had to formulate a plan fast.

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

The jailbait routine wasn't going to work on this guy, so I had to visualise out a way to deal with their coach. A way that would go forth us all night with the son. It would let to be one the pits of a misdirection.

mummy had been making us dinner party of grilled tall mallow sandwiches ( a fine chef she was not ) and had been listening in.

"How ‘ bout ya fille let me palm this here sitshy-waytion ”, momma drawled in her thick-skulled Texan accent.

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

The three of us girls went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on pickles. Getting past a born again motorbus to screw our arch rivals, was turning into a adult hole then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed hindrance and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

Momma wandered back in from our living elbow room ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an thought from one of her"tv chronicle ”. Hope rolled her eyes and winced as Faith stomped on her substructure. At this stop 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 ?"

mom's approximation was ridiculous, something that could only work 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 play the part of a nun, taking us 3 spiritual school missy on a trip across the country. We would just happen to be staying the night at the hotel. In her office as our chaperon she would distract the boy chaperone.

Momma was convincingly mirthful in her turnout. Not the broad nun penguin wooing, just the universally recognized black and white wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made certainly her blouse was tucked in extra tight to still show off her G cups. As try as one might, one middle would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us fille were dressed as school girls, not our standard slutty one but actually good ones. Mostly. Momma borrowed a couple schoolgirl blazer from work and spent the day sewing some generic crests she bought from the sewing depot in town into slutty schoolgirl sport coat she borrowed from the Zebra 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 span of glasses. The redhaired tramper had been secretly wearing contacts the intact prison term I had known her. Naturally I decided to observe case and borrowed some fudge trump rimmed methamphetamine hydrochloride from one of mommy's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back straight and into a bang-up crocked ponytail. religious belief and I in glasses, Hope's new braces also helped fill out the icon. We were the prototype of wholesomeness and American English honour. The final pinch was Hope borrowing her dad's station patrol wagon, which we filled with travelling bag to finish the mirage.

We actually added a couple little prop to the whole deal, not to mention a twosome petty detail Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll ejaculate to those after 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 station patrol wagon for about ½ an hour before the school day bus with the Cowboys came back from a local anaesthetic phratry diner. We got out of the car and followed ma's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of townsfolk on the hood of the car and bent over to study it. She made every intention on facing the schoolhouse bus as it unloaded its load of the Creston Cougars. The passenger car of the team counted out the male child as Momma pretended to fret over the map.

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

The coach turned his headland as he counted towards the vocalisation and almost did a two-baser proceeds when he saw mummy. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding wrack she was hiding behind her nasty fitting blouse. He just couldn't seem to connect a nun to big tits.

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

"Oh no Mother Madonna Margaret Helen ! ”, religion exclaimed in wangle shock.

ma shot the Melanerpes erythrocephalus a feel, she clearly didn't like the public figure but was now stuck with it. She sighed dramatically.

"sweat not little… Gertrude.. The God Almighty shall offer us with succor in this hour ”, ma 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 come together our church ”, Hope sighed.

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

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

"mother, “, mama corrected,"female parent The Virgin Margaret Helen, of Saint Jezebels School for the Future Bride of Christ"

That was a nice trace. Nuns in training.

"A pleasure to meet you mother Blessed Virgin Margaret. I'm the coach of the Creston senior high Cowboys"

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Red Indian ”, 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 ! ”, Momma declared

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

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

"we have come all the way from UT to compete and can not get hold the church service we are supposed to get in at first thing in the morning, and the lady friend so desperately have been trying all year to be their best."

"Well, I am a stranger here myself, so I don't know how lots helper I can be ”, the coach said sadly.

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

Momma took his script 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 finger 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 Lamb, establish this man the durability 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 double-decker sheepishly said.

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

mama is an old hand at this and she pressed her physical structure right up to the nervous coach. She mashed her big booby right hand into the coach, and since she had 2 inch on him and was wearing three inch pit ; she was squeezing her flop right into his face.

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

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

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

This had the autobus with his back to the school bus and we three girls stepped softly to just out of his line of pot. The boys were mulling around the bus bored, but a couple of them were jostling each other and pointing at mommy's butt which was bent over facing them.

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

religion did the Sami by lifting her dame and then rubbing her digit up her bare dent. She then stuck that same digit in my mouth and I sucked it like a lilliputian cock. Hope also did the Lapp, but she raised her skirt with one helping hand and squeezed one of her titty with other.

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

"Hey, quit fucking around ”, the passenger vehicle said turning.

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

"Such nomenclature ! ”, mom said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry mother Blessed Virgin, adolescent boys just need a hard hand, I sometimes just lose my tongue ”, the coach 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.

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

"Now are you sealed, it's on this position of Town,"Momma said distracting the coach again.

The three of us then turned our backs on the male child, but our show wasn't over yet. trust and Hope had now flanked me, and let their toy dog slip out of their school sport jacket sleeves into their hands.

Both religious belief and hope now had a dildo in their hand, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lube out my pocket onto my hands and rubbed them up and down the length of them, then snuck a hand and rubbed the eternal sleep up and down my twat and backdoor.

The two girls then proceeded to push these plaything into both of my pickle, I gripped their backs for leverage as they the two postiche dick pushed into me. religious belief 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 foot from their coach's back.

The hombre 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 throw killed the scene. The girls fucked me for about 2 minute of arc, 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 shady thing was, she was making him scrub the map to giver her directions to the church we went to every Sunday.

"Oh thank you sort sir, the Lord will truly bless you for your boundless benignity ”, mummy said squeezing his hand back against her breast.

"Wasn't nothing, just good ole fashioned Texan hospitality ”, the coach blushed again.

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

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

"Oh it was aught like that, I am a Bride of Christ, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in certain delight,"she smiled taking out a Mick flaskful 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 ”, tutor sighed,"I need to go along an eagle eye on them till lights out, you know how son can get."

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

The coach-and-four laughed,"Leaving teen son with a clump of teen girl is always a disaster.

"For shame sir, these are bride of Saviour to be, all have taken their vows and chastity pledges. Plus Gertrude here is still a lesbian"

The coach did appear a speck embarrassed by this. second guessing a nun in the Book belt was probably a direct ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for instant guessing you ma'am, I just don't want the boy getting any fool notions in their point ”, the passenger vehicle blushed.

"I assure you, these little girl are above reproach and are from the finest parentage in this swell nation of ours ”, Momma said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her Dickens out ”.

Another evil glare from Faith.

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

"Plus the young lady need to drill their vocal work, and I'm trusted your boy would be a ecstatic audience for uplifting hymn"

"I reckon your right field, hearing the Lords trade good words would certainly brand their backbone for tomorrows big plot"

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

"Now girls, go unpack your things and show these young brave men the Christian Bible of our Divine and Saviour."

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

The bus then marched the boys 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 flock. We needed enough distance away from the motorcoach's room for him to not discover anything.

When we got to our elbow room, we quickly turned on a manna from heaven box we had already set up. We slapped in a huge casette tape with 4 hours of missy choir singing. Plus the machine was made to act the other English when one side was done. So essentially we had eight 60 minutes of praising Christ to waft in through the walls to next door.

We then stripped out of most of our eccentric person attire, and into slutty schoolgirl garb instead. Gone were the misrepresent glasses and braids, gone also were bras too. We smoked a junction and had a beer while we waited for our cue from future door where the passenger car was.

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

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

"plot time ladies ”, I said to Hope and Faith.

We cranked the book of the choir up a bit and headed out next room access.

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

The three of us stood outdoors their door and prepped each other for a second. I undid a couple more release on my top. Faith ripped off a duad column inch from her skirt. Hope put on a dog leash with the tidings"loose woman"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly dumb and a couple seconds later, the door opened an youthful man with lentigo poked his brain out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

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

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

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

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

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

hope was relegated to bringing the ice chest, and she opened at their foot. It was fully stocked with at to the lowest degree a couple dozen more. Not to mention the tequila.

"Woo hoo ! ! ! ! ! Alright ! ultra ! ! amazing ! ! ! ! ”, came the cheering.

The elbow room was now packed. There were about 20 male child and it was standing room only.

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

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

They turned on the strain and soon the beer was flowing free and even. Faith even passed out a few free joints and soon the topographic point was hopping.

Some guy was wandering around with a video 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 duad guys to some hip hop, and they grinded deep into me. They were hard through their pant. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freak stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn nice torso on them too. Hot young ripped pulp, Yummy.

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

The boys kept grinding into me as we danced. They would push the joint between my lips for a drag, or make me slurp down some beer. Hope was getting the same discourse too, and by the meter faith got back the boys were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big tits were out I had two mouth sucking my nipples and a tongue down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a pair of fingers was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always draw me horny and the expectancy of this gangbang was driving me wild

Hope was on her articulatio genus when I was given a fortune to pass off. The goth girl had a peter in her mouth and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his heart waiting his turn. Faith was on one of the two bottom. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snap. She had a lovely smiling on her face.

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

The guys took turn shoot us and I smiled up at the television camera when I could, or at least 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 hands and picked up and carried viewgraph and laid down on the bed beside Faith. The son then pushed the two layer together, and Leslie Townes Hope was also picked up and brought over to lie beside us.

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a way wide-cut of backbreaking horny new men. I had never seen so practically dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the puma didn't bring out the full team. At most we fucked a 12 hombre. Even at the Zebra Club, my record ( and that was sharing with other girl ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the grownup gangbang I would bear untill I left high school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us female child in our unholy tierce had a football jock between their thighs pushing their essence into us. Another would come along face of one of us and gravel their cocks 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 piddling putz, fat peter and scrawny cocks all banged into me that night. Their hands kept squeezing my bosom and I couldn't really see much of the natural action going on around me with a hawkshaw in my oral cavity about of the time.

The few metre I did come up for air for a couple minutes break, I I could look over and see Faith and Leslie Townes Hope with their foot pointing at the sky as a athletic supporter rammed away home at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few pull of a articulate. Then another guy would amount along and fight me back on to my back and spread my second joint wide.

It was vivid. 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 pocket-sized consortium of cum forming between my ass face at the excess of it all.

Shocking to a cock queen such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 time ( and ony around the truly thicker prick ). Normally the thought of multiple cock was enough to send me close to the border. I imagine it was the lack of imaging in positions combined with no action mechanism with any of the other girls ; that and the hombre were more like a train then a bang.

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

That's when the horse arrived.

The party for some rationality came to a crashing halt. The music went off and a cover was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a knock at the doorway. The lights went off and so did the telecasting photographic camera. All was quiet. The doorway creaked open and a light beam 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. mommy's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in full slutty cowgirl dress. Thigh high fuck me boots in whitened leather with tassles. A clean train two-piece top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim ovalbumin belt with a couple of toy plastic accelerator in holsters and a big gabardine cowherd hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket crown. And a smile.


"Hot shit ! holy place shit ! facial expression at those nipple ! Shit her pussy is denudate ! That's one sexy bitch !"came the many whoops from the boys as mum strode in confidently.

"Save a Felis concolor, tantalize a puncher ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, Momma said firing the cap guns.

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

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

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

mom was in prize form tonight and soon she had a lap of male child around her. She would bob her head up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more. Then she would switch to another cock and doubled treat another couple with her hands. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The cowpuncher's had pretty a lot forgotten about this when Momma arrived. Boys and shiny things after all. And who could find fault them, we were dirty school day miss ; Momma was a walking talking erotica movie.

"shuffling some room chickies ”, Momma called on as she took a putz in each script and led them to the bed.

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

Momma went looney on the male child riding them gruelling, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every jab. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched mama go nutcase. Some guy wire came to playact with our breast, but their eyes were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them doggy trend, the whole kit.

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

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her dorsum. A peter trench in her pussy, a cock in her mouth, two shaft in her hands and another fucking her teat. Five guy. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us domicile. Not once did he ask about the smell of booze and pot and swither and spunk. He had been dating me long enough to know I'd give him all the details later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a hussy. Is it any marvel why I married him ?

I slept like the dead until first light. Amazingly enough I was fresh as a daisy when I woke up. I was then thankful there had been no dp or anal 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 hours and was passed out on the lounge, having had no energy to even score it to the bed. She was still wearing her fuck me boots, but null else.

To my great relief, the video camera from the party was there as well on the base beside the sofa. I took the taping and put it in the vcr to follow while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from live Nox. And a lot of dumb comment from the boy. hatful of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were dissimilar time stamps for when the camera came went on and off. The jibe of the three of us fucking were not the respectable and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

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

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

mama did indeed own a gaga nighttime. She took on those boys every which way. She was unhinged hungry for cocks. She would lick for them to fuck her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and retain sucking. The cat would dump a lading 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 keep an eye on it in fast forward. She even got a few clumsy dp's.

The television camera would always zoom in after a guy blew a shipment in her or on her to face at her creampie or it glistening on her hide. It was kinda hot.

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


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

The three of us were in prime grade and the quietus of the team keep our spirits zinging.

The Lapp couldn't be said for the Creston cowpuncher though. While the mountain lion rushed onto the field led by Chet to the roar of the crew ; the cowpuncher kinda just jogged out. Their coach looked like he was nursing a immense hangover too.

I would like to say it was a hood secret plan. 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 cowpoke had a ripe first-class honours degree quartern, struggled through the mo. But when they came back for the second one-half, they were toast.

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

When the clock ran out I swear the entire school rushed the field. It was a funny farm. Chet was buoyed up on the back of his team and the trophy was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our passenger car got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty amazing

Chet climbed down and pushed through his admirers to find me struggling to get to him. He picked me up and spin 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 bridge player tended to linger mind you.

George offered his home as a party pad for the squad. Chaperoned by a few estimable parents like himself, Momma and the preacher man wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty rampantly and we all got rummy and crazy. mess of the guys had girlfriends there so no orgies broke out. But as the Nox wore on they took their girlfriend dwelling. When the last of the young woman went home some of the guys came back.

That's when the riot started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

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

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

In the end the last fuckers standing were Momma, myself, trust, George I and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering passing knowing this was the finish place she and Beeder were together.

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

One calendar week left trough Graduation and the day after was the Prom, our concluding night as high school girls.

Go catamount !