Jacob's ladder Jones here again, sending you back in the sentence burrow to the sexploits of my superbly misspent youth.

The twelvemonth was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to biography for a duo Sir Thomas More eld, but it was in it's expiry throes. Cassette magnetic tape were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new thing. And I was half a twelvemonth away from graduating.

The rest of the year was mostly grave for the about part ; Beeder's departure for some reason took the winds out of our wildness. Don't get me untimely, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new plot or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty interfering with my stable of studs and sluts anyways.

Hope was a train crash, the last thing a boor needs is something to actually experience a legitimate gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore mordant now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my infantry down there as master. We were not changing the shoal colours to dim on black for any cause. She no longer nurse and fucked with us on weekends and would deal off once the wearing apparel came off anytime ma brought folks home.

The only if 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 last her another month.

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

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

"You're jealous of soul's grit being ripped out ”, I said still cooing from a undecomposed academic term of her eating me out.

"I'm overjealous because"she sighed,"I've never had soul to love enough to make me experience that way."

I suppose that was rightful. organized religion knew only three variety of men ; ones that wanted her pot, some that wanted her pussy, and some that wanted both. I always thought of Faith as a opposite Patti ; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a Lesbian. I just thought Faith was a unavowed 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.

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

I continued working my two jobs, doing my drudging work for schooling council, leading the cheerleader squad, dating my rattling fellow and still putting out regularly for a very minor circle of men. In short all was well.

In Apr Hope finally came out of her funk during our monthly football game gangbang. One moment she was sucking prick and the next here and now she was lying on the level of the almost finished swimming pool taking turncock in her pussycat and ass next to me. welcome back Hope.

She decided her sorrow was done for now and was time to slowly move on. It was marvellous to have her backrest. The three of us even decided we were going to trip to the Mexican Riviera for an integral month after school ended as a celebration. We even went to get our passport photograph and were truly prepared.

April turned into May and the end was pretty curse nigh.

Finally May turned into June and high school day was only 3 weeks away from ending forever for me.

I was in an insane hustle of activity then so my sex life-time officially ended. As Class President I had to aid organize the Prom, as Captain of the Cheerleading squad I had to coiffe pep rallies. Final test were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the play offs so there were a diddlysquat loading of plot 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 Cowboys came looming in a few days. The rodeo rider were a killer team, they had crushed all foeman on their way to this net plot and the panther had barely managed to tie the series off by scant level to contribute it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each former at plot pretty much at this point, or maybe a sporadic dyad hours here and there. I'm a sex freak and Chet and I never had sex, but you could tell I loved him crazy because all that surplus fourth dimension was spent with him.

He was a crash, the Cougars had choked in the death two seasons just trying to reach the finals. This was the first of all time in 6 years that they were playing a nation fighter secret plan. If he won, he would pass on this school a champion and a huge football erudition just dangling before his heart. He just didn't think the Cougars had enough drive left, that the cowherd had crushed the last of their stamen in the conclusion game.

This meant the creation to Chet, and since Chet meant the world to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and pads on charge onto the discipline myself, and my bouncing on the by-line doing boot 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 political party with the football team were always a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before or just after a big game. Fucking them the day or dark before usually left them a bit wear and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a dear cause coaches tell atheletes not to have sex before a big game, I just wish they would listen sometimes.

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

The backing was to be a home game so the Cowboys were coming to our townsfolk. They would get in the Nox before and then occur and demolish our dreaming of winning the trophy. I was to take none of it, so we had to formulate a plan fast.

The Cowboys were staying at the very Lapplander No Tell Motel that I typically got my shtup on with Patti and George. That was adept 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 figure out a way to lot with their handler. A way that would leave us all night with the boy. It would give to be one hell of a distraction.

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

"How ‘ bout ya girls let me handle this here sitshy-waytion ”, Momma drawled in her compact Texan accent.

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

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


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

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

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

"True, I would ingest suggested ‘ Momma'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 mouths ”, mamma teased.

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

The three of us girls went back to munching on our grilled cheeseflower and nibbling on kettle of fish. Getting past a born again coach to screw our arch contender, was turning into a handsome hole then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed bridle and that would more then probably find us quite literally in a compromising position.

Momma wandered back in from our living room ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an estimate from one of her"tv tale ”. Leslie Townes Hope rolled her eyes and winced as Faith stomped on her metrical unit. At this distributor point I didn't care what the heck it was, as null had come to us.

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

Momma's idea was silly, something that could only work out in sitcoms, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scams and antic when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by reasonably girls.

Momma was going to play the part of a nun, taking us 3 religious shoal girls on a trip across the state. We would just encounter to be staying the night at the hotel. In her function as our chaperone she would distract the male child chaperone.

Momma was convincingly comical in her outfit. Not the full nun penguin suit, just the universally recognized Negro and white wimple covering her head and pharynx. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made trusted her blouse was tucked in duplicate tight to still show off her G cup. As try as one might, ones eyes would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The residue of us girls were dressed as school day girls, not our banner slutty unity but actually grave ones. Mostly. momma borrowed a duad schoolgirl blazers from work and spent the day sewing some generic crest she bought from the sewing depot in town into slutty schoolgirl sports jacket 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 pair of glasses. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing contacts the entire clip I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow suit and borrowed some faux horn rimmed glasses from one of Momma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back straight and into a neat tight ponytail. Faith and I in glasses, hope's new duet also helped complete the image. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American language purity. The final touch was Bob Hope borrowing her dad's station police van, which we filled with bag to finish the mirage.

We actually added a couple little airplane propeller to the whole deal, not to refer a couple little inside information Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll come to those later as I feel I've already given up a lot of the goodies. We rehearsed and prepared and our way was rented. The night came and the fun started.
We knew the boys were out for dinner party so we waited outside in the station police van for about ½ an time of day before the school bus with the cowpoke came back from a local menage diner. We got out of the car and followed mummy's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of town on the cap of the car and bent over to read it. She made every intent on facing the school bus as it unloaded its payload of the Creston Felis concolor. The coach of the team counted out the male child as mummy pretended to fret over the map.

"Oh dear oh dear, I just cant form these matter out for the liveliness of me ”, Momma exclaimed out loud.

The private instructor turned his fountainhead as he counted towards the voice and almost did a double take when he saw mummy. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her closely 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 give to drive back all they way to Utah ”, mommy said with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no mother Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, religious belief exclaimed in fake shock.

Momma shot the redhead a look, she clearly didn't like the epithet but was now stuck with it. She sighed dramatically.

"Fret not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall render us with succor in this hour ”, Momma replied.

Ha ! Gertrude. That was funny.

"But whatever shall we do if we do not, if we don't win that choir competition they may come together our church ”, Hope sighed.

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

"Excuse me, sis ”, the jitney said walking up to us,"I couldn't service but take in"

"Mother, “, Momma corrected,"Mother Mary Margaret Helen of Troy, of Saint Jezebels School for the hereafter Bride of Christ"

That was a overnice touch. nun buoy in training.

"A delight to fill you Mother The Virgin Margaret. I'm the coach of the Creston High cowman"

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

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

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

I almost saw Faith about to add a smartass input, 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 ‘ naturalness'

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

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

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

Momma took his hired man in hers and pressed it to her bosom in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the coach to her. He kinda sputtered as he could sense his arm pressed up to her giant star rack.

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

"Oh lord above us, we are but lost dear, open this man the strength 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 front at the map, I've always been just 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 abstruse hug.

mama is an old manus at this and she pressed her body right up to the nervous double-decker. She mashed her big boobs rightfulness into the jitney, and since she had 2 inch on him and was wearing three inch blaze ; she was squeezing her bust right into his face.

"Praise jesus ! Praise jesus ! ”, trust exclaimed.

"Amun “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, hope lisped.

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

This had the coach with his back to the shoal bus and we three girlfriend stepped softly to just out of his line of sight. The son were mulling around the bus bored, but a couple of them were jostling each other and pointing at mum'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 school eccentric ”. So I then lifted my doll and showed them my bald pussy and waved cutely. That grabbed their attention.

Faith did the same by lifting her skirt and then rubbing her digit up her bare slit. She then stuck that same finger in my lip and I sucked it like a little cock. hope also did the Same, but she raised her skirt with one deal and squeezed one of her boobs with other.

The rodeo rider definitely appreciated this, and the high-pitched shoal male child were nudging each early 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 miss, that got a gag fro all of them.

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

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

"Such language ! ”, Momma said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry Mother Madonna, teen boys just postulate a strong bridge player, I sometimes just suffer my tongue ”, the coach-and-four 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 feel back, then smiled"innocently ”.

"Now are you certain, it's on this incline of Ithiel Town,"Momma said distracting the motorbus again.

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

Both Faith and Leslie Townes Hope now had a dildo in their hand, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lubricant out my pocket onto my hands and rubbed them up and down the length of them, then snuck a hand and rubbed the residuum up and down my incision and backdoor.

The two girls then proceeded to press these toy into both of my muddle, I gripped their backs for leverage as they the two fake cock pushed into me. trust was in my ass and Hope's"dick"in my snatch. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 feet from their coach's back.

The hombre were losing their shit, but in that paralyse way. None of them could consider what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alert the coach who would have killed the scene. The girls fucked me for about 2 minutes, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. Damn, and I was really getting into it as well.

right affair we did though, as Momma's distraction of finding the church was coming to an end. The even funny matter was, she was making him abrade the map to giver her directions to the church we went to every Sunday.

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

"Wasn't naught, just good ole fashioned Texan hospitality ”, the coach blushed again.

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

"Sorry Mother Mary, it wouldn't tone 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 sure delight,"she smiled taking out a mickey flask from her trousers.

"Ha ! I guess I could join you for a deglutition, that seems compensate"

"God bless you sir ”, momma smiled.

"But that still leaves my boys ”, omnibus sighed,"I need to sustain an eagle eye on them till ignitor out, you know how boy can get."

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

The coach laughed,"Leaving stripling boys with a cluster of teenaged fille is always a disaster.

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

The double-decker did seem a touch embarrassed by this. endorsement guessing a nun in the bible belt was probably a direct just the ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for sec guessing you ma'am, I just don't want the son getting any fool notions in their point ”, the coach blushed.

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

Another vicious glare from Faith.

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

"Plus the girls need to recitation their vocal work, and I'm for sure your boys would be a rhapsodic audience for uplifting hymn"

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

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

"Now girls, go unpack your things and prove these young brave men the Logos of our lord and Saviour."

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

The double-decker then marched the boys off to their suite, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a regular sponsor here, I had managed to blarney this deal. We needed enough distance away from the coach's elbow room for him to not learn anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a boom box we had already set up. We slapped in a huge casette tape with 4 hour of miss choir singing. Plus the auto was made to work the former side when one side was done. So essentially we had eight hours of praising Good Shepherd to waft in through the wall to future door.

We then stripped out of nigh of our oddball attire, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the fake specs and braids, gone also were bras too. We smoked a articulatio and had a beer while we waited for our cue from succeeding doorway where the coach was.

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

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

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

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

You could listen the boys before you could see them. They were sharing a repeat way, but they were inside whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood outdoor their doorway and prepped each early for a second. I undid a duet more release on my top. Faith ripped off a couple inch from her skirt. Bob Hope put on a dog collar with the intelligence"adulteress"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly silent and a couple seconds later, the room access opened an young man with freckles poked his forefront out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

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

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

"Hey guy rope, it's the Catholic young lady ! ”, freckles said leading us in.

There were easily 10 guys just in this room, and when he hollered out we were here, the adjoining threshold opened and another 10 guy rope 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 groundwork. It was fully stocked with at least a couplet dozen more. Not to mention the tequila.

"Woo hoo ! ! ! ! ! Alright ! Radical ! ! Awesome ! ! ! ! ”, 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 have bitten off more then we can masticate ”, Faith whispered to me.

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

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing resign and even. Faith even passed out a few free roast and soon the home was hopping.

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

I found myself dancing between a span guy rope to some hip hop, and they grinded deep into me. They were hard through their bloomers. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn nice bodies on them too. Hot Edward Young ripped build, Yummy.

Faith was getting the same, but she pulled away and made a quick style back to our room for the residue of the beer, seeing as our design had worked.

The boy kept grinding into me as we danced. They would drive the joint between my lips for a drag, or make me slurp down some beer. Hope was getting the same treatment too, and by the prison term 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 clapper down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a brace of finger was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always arrive at me horny and the expectancy of this gangbang was driving me wild

Bob Hope was on her articulatio genus when I was given a chance to rest. The tike little girl had a cock in her rima oris and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his meat waiting his turn. Faith was on one of the two bed. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snatch. She had a lovely grinning on her face.

I was pushed to my knees and was soon surrounded in dick, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big ones, footling ones, fat unity, skinny ones. I would yank off a twosome while sucking one, then throw off to another. I was in cock heaven.

The guys took turn filming us and I smiled up at the 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 hired man and picked up and carried smash and laid down on the bed beside Faith. The boy then pushed the two bottom together, and Bob Hope was also picked up and brought over to lie beside us.

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a room wide of hard horny young men. I had never seen so very much dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the puma didn't bring out the integral team. At to the highest degree we fucked a dozen guy rope. Even at the Zebra Club, my record ( and that was sharing with other lady friend ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the biggest gangbang I would ingest untill I left gamy school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us miss in our satanic Sacred Trinity had a football supporter between their thighs pushing their meat into us. Another would descend along side of one of us and stick their cocks in our mouth.

The boys would pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the early guy rope Big rooster little cocks, fat cocks and boney cocks all banged into me that night. Their hired hand kept squeezing my tits and I couldn't really see much of the action mechanism going on around me with a dick in my mouth most of the time.

The few meter I did come up for air for a match proceedings break, I I could seem over and see Faith and Hope with their feet pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away nursing home at each one of them. I would experience some beer and smoke a few drags of a join. Then another guy would come along and push me back on to my backbone and cattle farm my thighs wide.

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

Shocking to a turncock queer such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 meter ( and ony around the truly thicker gumshoe ). Normally the thought of multiple shaft was enough to send me close to the edge. I imagine it was the want of imaging in positions combined with no action with any of the other girls ; that and the guy were more like a train then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 hours the assembly stock ass. 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 fiat to not be tired for tomorrow's big game either.

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The political party for some rationality came to a crashing halt. The music went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The mutter was there was a knock at the door. The lights went off and so did the video camera. All was serenity. The door creaked open and a ray of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

The room access opened and exclaims came from the boy. ma's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in full slutty cowgirl dress. Thigh high fuck me boots in livid leather with tassles. A albumen chain two-piece top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim white belt with a duo of toy plastic grease-gun in holsters and a big white cowhand hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot red cent ! Holy shit ! feel at those teat ! Shit her pussy is bare ! That's one sexy gripe !"came the many whoops from the boy as Momma strode in confidently.

"Save a puma, ride a cowhand ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, mamma said firing the cap guns.

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

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

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

Momma was in prime variety tonight and soon she had a circle of son around her. She would bob her chief up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more. Then she would switch to another prick and double treat another brace with her manpower. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty lots forgotten about this when Momma arrived. Boys and shiny things after all. And who could fault them, we were soil school girls ; Momma was a walking talking porn movie.

"Make some elbow room chickies ”, Momma called on as she took a cock in each hand and led them to the bed.

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

Momma went crazy on the male child riding them hard, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every drive. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched mammy go crazy. Some guys came to trifle with our tits, but their eye were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them doggy dash, the whole kit and caboodle.

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

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

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us home. Not once did he ask about the feel of booze and pot and sweat and punk. He had been dating me hanker enough to know I'd give him all the detail later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a hussy. Is it any question why I married him ?

I slept like the dead until morning. 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 deliver been cheery for the Big Game.

momma had made it home some time in the wee hours and was passed out on the couch, having had no vigor to even make it to the bed. She was still wearing her screwing me boots, but nil else.

To my expectant backup, the video camera from the party was there as well on the floor beside the sofa. I took the taping and put it in the vcr to view while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang appearance from last night. 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 time stamps for when the tv camera came went on and off. The shots 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 have a angry Night. She took on those male child every which way. She was dotty hungry for cocks. She would bat for them to make out her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the case and keep back sucking. The guys would deck 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 watch it in fast forward. She even got a few inept dp's.

The camera would always zoom in after a guy blew a freight in her or on her to front 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 schoolhouse for practice.


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

The three of us were in prize phase and the sleep of the team go on our life zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston Cowboys though. While the Cougars rushed onto the study led by Chet to the holla of the crowd ; the cowpuncher kinda just jogged out. Their double-decker looked like he was nursing a immense hangover too.

I would like to say it was a bully game. That it all came down to a hail Madonna as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

Hell, it wasn't even fair.

The Cowboys had a good number 1 quarter, struggled through the bit. But when they came back for the secondment one-half, they were toast.

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

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

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 osculation on me.

"I love you baby !"Chet told me

Then I was up in the air and so was half the cheerfulness squad as we got bodied surfed. A few deal tended to tarry judgement you.

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

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty barbaric and we all got rummy and crazy. mountain of the Guy had lady friend there so no orgy broke out. But as the dark wore on they took their girlfriends home. When the last of the girlfriend went home some of the guys came back.

That's when the bacchanalia started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

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

The company went into the wee hours as the finish of the boy grew tired from fucking all our fix.

In the end the last fuckers standing were Momma, myself, Faith, George and Marcus. Bob Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering loss knowing this was the final place she and Beeder were together.

In any case, the nighttime ended with religious belief and I sharing a facial nerve from George and Marcus dumping one last sperm delivery up mommy's ass.

One week left till commencement ceremony and the day after was the promenade, our concluding night as high school girls.

Go mountain lion !