brotherly love Mary Harris Jones here again, sending you back in the time tunnel to the sexploits of my wonderfully misspent youth.

The year was now 1990 and the LXXX were officially over. Big hair's-breadth would stubbornly cling to sprightliness for a couple more yr, but it was in it's death throe. Cassette taping 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 sedate for the most section ; Beeder's loss for some reason took the winds out of our wildness. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a violent storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventure, elaborate new patch or funky new bed buddy. I was pretty busy with my stable of studhorse and sluts anyways.

Hope was a train shipwreck, the net thing a goth needs is something to actually sustain a decriminalise bitch about. Where once she mostly wore Negroid, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my pes down there as headwaiter. We were not changing the school colours to black on ignominious for any reason. She no longer lactate and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the dress came off anytime mum brought family line home.

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

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

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

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

"I'm covetous because"she sighed,"I've never had person to have it off enough to spend a penny me palpate that way."

I suppose that was confessedly. Faith knew only three kinds of men ; 1 that wanted her pot, some that wanted her cunt, and some that wanted both. I always thought of organized religion as a reverse Patti ; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought Faith was a secret gay woman with me as her"girl"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 February, Feb into March, and March into April.

I continued working my two business, doing my drudging study for shoal council, leading the cheerleader team, dating my tremendous beau and still putting out regularly for a very small circle of men. In inadequate all was well.

In April hope finally came out of her funk during our monthly football game gangbang. One present moment she was sucking cock and the next moment she was lying on the story of the almost finished swimming pool taking turncock in her pussy and ass next to me. receive back Hope.

She decided her sorrow was done for now and was fourth dimension to slowly move on. It was fantastic to have her rachis. The three of us even decided we were going to move around to the Mexican Riviera for an total month after schooltime ended as a solemnization. We even went to get our passport photograph and were truly prepared.

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

Finally May turned into June and luxuriously school was only 3 workweek away from ending forever for me.

I was in an insane flurry of bodily function then so my sex lifespan officially ended. As Class president I had to avail organize the Prom, as senior pilot of the Cheerleading team I had to order pep exchange. final exam examination were coming. And finally the cougar had made it to the playing period offs so there were a shit load of games to perform at. It was high school madness.

I had gone nearly three hebdomad without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston cowboy came looming in a few days. The cowhand were a grampus team, they had crushed all foe on their way to this final game and the Cougars had barely managed to tie the series off by short points to bring it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each other at biz pretty much at this point, or maybe a sporadic couple hr here and there. I'm a sex junkie and Chet and I never had sex, but you could tell I loved him crazy because all that superfluous prison term was spent with him.

He was a shipwreck, the puma had choked in the finish two time of year just trying to reach the finals. This was the first time in 6 years that they were playing a State Department Champion game. If he won, he would forget this schooltime a Italian sandwich and a Brobdingnagian football encyclopedism just dangling before his centre. He just didn't think the Cougars had sufficiency drive left, that the Cowboys had crushed the hold out of their toughness in the last game.

This meant the macrocosm to Chet, and since Chet meant the world to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and launchpad on charge onto the bailiwick myself, and my bouncing on the by-line doing kicking wasn't going to restrain them either.

But there was one thing I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into debilitation. Our monthly political party with the football game squad were always a few days before or just after a big game. Fucking them the day or night before usually left them a bit outwear and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a good reason coaches tell atheletes not to bear 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 program at my rest home just a distich of days before the Big Game.

The Championship was to be a family plot so the Cowboys were coming to our town. They would arrive the nighttime before and then come and crush our ambition of winning the prize. I was to deliver none of it, so we had to word a plan fast.

The cowpuncher were staying at the very Same 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 double-decker. 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 divvy up with their coach. A way that would give us all dark with the son. It would get to be one netherworld of a misdirection.

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

"How ‘ bout ya missy let me deal this here sitshy-waytion ”, mama drawled in her thick-skulled Texan accent.

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

"Aint no thing. I fer one am tired of them Cowboys lording the Championships, it would be my pleasance “, mummy eagerly retorted.


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

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

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

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

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

"Can we get back to actually having a architectural 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 charabanc to drive in our archway competitor, was turning into a magnanimous jam then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed cheque and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

mamma wandered back in from our life elbow room ( all of 5 foundation away in a doublewide ) and said she got an approximation from one of her"tv taradiddle ”. Hope rolled her middle and winced as religious belief stomped on her foot. At this point I didn't care what the heck it was, as cipher had come to us.

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

Momma's idea was ridiculous, something that could only lick in situation comedy, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scam and put-on when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by middling girls.

mama was going to play the part of a nun, taking us 3 spiritual schoolhouse girls on a trip across the body politic. We would just happen to be staying the night at the hotel. In her role as our chaperone she would distract the boys chaperone.

Momma was convincingly comical in her rig. Not the full phase of the moon nun penguin suit, just the universally recognized black and white wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made for sure her blouse was tucked in special tight to still show off her G loving cup. As try as one might, one eyes would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us young lady were dressed as schooltime little girl, not our touchstone slutty ace but actually serious ones. Mostly. mama borrowed a couple schoolgirl blazers from employment and spent the day sewing some generic peak she bought from the sewing depot in town into slutty schoolgirl blazer she borrowed from the Zebra ball 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 duet of looking glass. The redhaired tramper had been secretly wearing contacts the total time I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow suit and borrowed some shammer horn rimmed chicken feed from one of Momma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hairsbreadth back straight and into a neat tight ponytail. religion and I in chalk, Hope's new braces also helped dispatch the ikon. We were the image of wholesomeness and American honor. The final contact was Hope borrowing her dad's station wagon, which we filled with suitcases to end the mirage.

We actually added a twosome little props to the whole deal, not to cite a couple piffling details mammy and I added on our own secretly, but I'll ejaculate to those ulterior 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 Charles's Wain for about ½ an 60 minutes before the schoolhouse bus with the cowherd came back from a local family diner. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of Town on the hood of the car and hang over to read it. She made every intent on facing the school bus as it unloaded its cargo of the Creston Cougars. The coach of the team counted out the son as Momma pretended to fret over the map.

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

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

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

"Oh no mother Mary Margaret Helen of Troy ! ”, Faith exclaimed in fake shock.

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

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

Ha ! Gertrude. That was funny.

"But whatever shall we do if we do not, if we don't win that consort contest they may close our church building ”, promise sighed.

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

"Excuse me, Sister ”, the coach said walking up to us,"I couldn't help but take in"

"mother, “, mommy corrected,"female parent Mary Margaret Helen, of saint Jezebels school day for the future Bridget of messiah"

That was a prissy touch. Nuns in training.

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

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by American Indian ”, I said in nasal bone voice, honking a snort of a jape at the end and straightening my juke glasses with a finger.

"Shush missy, or you get the paddle ! ”, Momma 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, female parent ? ”, the charabanc asked smiling at our ‘ innocence'

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

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

"Oh please sound sir"Momma said stepping right up to him,"we are in desperate motive of aid"

Momma took his manus in hers and pressed it to her knocker in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the coach to her. He kinda sputtered as he could palpate his arm pressed up to her goliath rack.

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

"Oh Jehovah above us, we are but lost lambs, have this man the lastingness 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 wait 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.

mamma is an old manus at this and she pressed her body right up to the nervous coach. She mashed her big dummy right into the coach, and since she had 2 inches on him and was wearing three inch hells ; she was squeezing her bust right field into his face.

"Praise jesus ! kudos Savior ! ”, Faith exclaimed.

"Amun “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Bob Hope lisped.

Momma broke away from the befuddled manager and he stepped up to the map on the hood and started trying to mull out directions. mummy 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 omnibus with his binding to the school bus and we three girls stepped softly to just out of his line of sight. The boys were mulling around the bus bored, but a couple of them were jostling each other and pointing at Momma's butt which was bent over facing them.

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

trust did the same by lifting her skirt and then rubbing her finger up her bare slit. She then stuck that same finger in my mouth and I sucked it like a slight cock. Hope also did the same, but she raised her skirt with one hand and squeezed one of her titty with other.

The cowherd definitely appreciated this, and the high school boys were nudging each other and pointing. They didn't know what to retrieve. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his genital organ like he was facefucking a pantomime female child, that got a joke fro all of them.

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

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

"Such language ! ”, Momma said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry mother Mary, teenaged boys just need a inviolable hand, I sometimes just lose my glossa ”, the coach apologized.

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

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

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

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

Both trust and Hope now had a dildo in their helping hand, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lube out my air pocket onto my hands and rubbed them up and down the length of them, then snuck a hired man and rubbed the residual up and down my dent and backdoor.

The two miss then proceeded to push these toy dog into both of my mess, I gripped their backs for leverage as they the two fraud pecker pushed into me. Faith was in my ass and hope's"dick"in my kitty. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 feet from their coach's back.

The guys were losing their turd, but in that paralyzed way. None of them could think what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alert the autobus who would have killed the scene. The young lady fucked me for about 2 minutes, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. shucks, and I was really getting into it as well.

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

"Oh thank you variety sir, the lord will truly bless you for your boundless kindness ”, Momma said squeezing his hired hand back against her breast.

"Wasn't cipher, just goodness ole fashioned Texan hospitality ”, the double-decker blushed again.

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

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

"Oh it was nothing like that, I am a Saint Brigid of Christ, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in sealed joy,"she smiled taking out a mickey flaskful from her trousers.

"Ha ! I guess I could get together you for a drink, that seems proper"

"God bless you sir ”, Momma smiled.

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

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

The coach laughed,"Leaving teen boys with a caboodle of teen girls is always a disaster.

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

The four-in-hand did look a touch sensation embarrassed by this. bit guessing a nun in the Word belt was probably a straight slate to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for endorse guessing you ma'am, I just don't want the boys getting any put one across impression in their heads ”, the coach blushed.

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

Another wickedness glare from Faith.

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

"Plus the girls need to practice their vocal work, and I'm indisputable your son would be a rapt hearing for uplifting hymn"

"I reckon your right, hearing the Godhead good dustup would certainly blade their pricker for tomorrows big game"

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

"Now girls, go unpack your matter and exhibit these youth brave men the word of our Creator and Saviour."

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

The motorcoach then marched the boy off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a unconstipated patron here, I had managed to wheedle this deal. We needed enough distance away from the private instructor's room for him to not get word anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a thunder box we had already set up. We slapped in a Brobdingnagian casette tape with 4 time of day of little girl choir singing. Plus the machine was made to encounter the other incline when one side was done. So essentially we had eight hours of praising Saviour to waft in through the bulwark to next door.

We then stripped out of most of our geek attire, and into slutty schoolgirl garb instead. Gone were the fake glasses and tress, gone also were bandeau too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from adjacent door where the coach was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh coach, your tongue is making riot out the holiest of holy place ! ”, I heard my mommy's cry from side by side door.

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

"secret plan time gentlewoman ”, I said to Hope and Faith.

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

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

The three of us stood outside their door and prepped each former for a second. I undid a duet More buttons on my top. Faith ripped off a couple in from her chick. Hope put on a dog collar with the give-and-take"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly silent and a brace seconds later, the door opened an Cy Young man with freckle poked his school principal out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his optic bugged out. trust dangled a fivesome of beer from an empty hoop ( the sixth beer in her deal. I just jutted my tits proudly forward.

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the doorway and let us in

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

There were easily 10 guys just in this elbow 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 sixpack over my head.

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

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

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

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

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

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing give up and even. religious belief even passed out a few discharge roast and soon the position 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-skulled 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 knickers. 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 flesh, Yummy.

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

The boys kept grinding into me as we danced. They would force the joint between my backtalk for a drag, or throw me slurp down some beer. Hope was getting the Sami treatment too, and by the time Faith got back the boys were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big titmouse were out I had two sass sucking my tit and a natural language down my pharynx. Hands were gripping my ass, and a duet of fingers was probing deep in my cunt. Pot and tequila always make me horny and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me wild

Hope was on her knees when I was given a chance to breathe. The tike girl had a shaft in her lip and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his meat waiting his turn. Faith was on one of the two bottom. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snatch. She had a pin-up 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 one, piffling single, fat ones, skinny ones. I would hitch off a duad while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in stopcock 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.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba get this cunt on the bed !"some guy said.

With that I was grabbed by a twelve workforce and picked up and carried overhead and laid down on the bed beside organized religion. The boy then pushed the two beds together, and hope was also picked up and brought over to lie beside us.

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a room full of hard horny untried men. I had never seen so much gumshoe in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the panther didn't bring out the entire squad. At near we fucked a twelve Guy. Even at the Zebra Club, my book ( and that was sharing with other miss ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the biggest gangbang I would have untill I left eminent school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us young woman in our unholy trinity had a football game jockstrap between their thighs pushing their heart into us. Another would do along side of one of us and stick their putz in our mouth.

The son would pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the other guy cable Big hammer petty cocks, fat peter and cheeseparing cocks all banged into me that night. Their mitt kept squeezing my tits and I couldn't really see much of the action mechanism going on around me with a peter in my oral fissure most of the time.

The few times I did come in up for air for a couple min break, I I could look over and see Faith and promise with their feet pointing at the sky as a athletic supporter rammed away home at each one of them. I would give some beer and smoke a few drag of a articulatio. Then another guy would come along and push me back on to my back and spread my thighs 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 small pool 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 thought of multiple cocks was enough to direct me close to the edge. I imagine it was the lack of imagination in positions combined with no legal action with any of the early young lady ; that and the guys were more like a train then a bang.

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

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The party for some reason came to a crashing halt. The euphony went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a belt at the door. The light source went off and so did the video camera. All was quiet. The doorway creaked opened and a shaft of illumination from the parking lot seeped in.

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

The threshold opened and exclaims came from the son. mommy's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in entire slutty cowgirl attire. thigh in high spirits fuck me boots in white leather with tassles. A Theodore Harold White string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim white belt with a mates of toy credit card gas in holsters and a big tweed cowboy hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! Holy shit ! Look at those tits ! diddly-shit her cunt is air ! That's one sexy bitch !"came the many whoops from the son as mommy strode in confidently.

"Save a Cougar, bait a cowherd ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, Momma said firing the cap guns.

Momma dropped to her stifle right away and pushed her tits unloosen of the barely there bikini top.

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

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

Momma was in quality anatomy tonight and soon she had a circle of boys around her. She would bob her heading up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more than. Then she would switch to another putz and double goody another pair with her work force. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty much forgotten about this when mum arrived. Boys and sheeny things after all. And who could blame them, we were begrime school fille ; mum was a walking talking porno movie.

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

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

Momma went crazy on the boys riding them hard, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every stab. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched Momma go crazy. Some guys came to play with our boob, but their eyes were clearly on Momma.

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

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

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her binding. A cock oceanic abyss in her puss, a shaft in her mouth, two cocks in her hands and another fucking her tit. Five guys. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us abode. Not once did he ask about the odor of booze and pot and exertion 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 slattern. Is it any enquire why I married him ?

I slept like the idle until morning. Amazingly enough I was refreshing 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 feature been cheery for the Big Game.

mamma had made it home some sentence in the wee hours and was passed out on the couch, having had no muscularity to even make water it to the bed. She was still wearing her nookie me kick, but null else.

To my with child respite, the video tv camera from the party was there as well on the floor beside the couch. I took the tape and put it in the vcr to watch while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from lowest night. And a lot of dense comment from the boys. slews of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were unlike time pestle for when the television camera came went on and off. The shots of the three of us fucking were not the ripe and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

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

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

mammy did indeed have a wild nighttime. She took on those boys every which way. She was crazy hungry for cocks. She would cream for them to fuck her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the side and keep sucking. The guys would coldcock a load in her and she would push him out and cry out"adjacent ! ! ! ”.

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

The tv camera would always zoom in after a guy blew a load in her or on her to appear at her creampie or it glistening on her skin. It was kinda hot.

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


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

The three of us were in prime mannikin and the rest of the team keep our spirits zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston Cowboys though. While the painter rushed onto the field led by Chet to the bellowing of the crowd ; the puncher kinda just jogged out. Their passenger vehicle looked like he was nursing a huge holdover too.

I would like to say it was a tough 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 Cowboys had a good first off quarter, struggled through the second. But when they came back for the second half, they were toast.

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

When the clock ran out I swear the total schooltime rushed the field of force. It was a madhouse. Chet was buoyed up on the backs of his team and the trophy was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our 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 whirl 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 sunshine squad as we got bodied surfed. A few workforce tended to linger intellect you.

George offered his house as a company pad for the squad. Chaperoned by a few respectable parents like himself, mamma and the sermonizer wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty wild and we all got drunk and crazy. deal of the guy wire had girl there so no orgies broke out. But as the Night wore on they took their girlfriends home. When the go of the missy went home some of the guy came back.

That's when the orgy started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last bare party with the Cougars. But this time Momma and 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 muddle.

In the end the end fuckers standing were Momma, myself, faith, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lurk release knowing this was the live place she and Beeder were together.

In any caseful, the night ended with trust and I sharing a facial from St. George and Marcus dumping one last sperm delivery up ma's ass.

One workweek left till Graduation and the day after was the Prom, our final night as high school girls.

Go Cougars !