Polemonium van-bruntiae John Luther Jones here again, sending you back in the time tunnel to the sexploits of my superbly misspent youth.

The class was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big hairsbreadth would stubbornly cling to living for a duo more long time, but it was in it's death throe. Cassette tapeline were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new matter. And I was half a year away from graduating.

The rest of the year was mostly staid for the nearly region ; Beeder's release for some reason took the winds out of our abandon. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a tempest every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new plot or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my static of scantling and slovenly woman anyways.

hope was a wagon train wreck, the last thing a Goth needs is something to actually have a legitimate gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my pes down there as Captain. We were not changing the schooltime people of colour to black on ignominious for any reason. She no longer take in and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought folks home.

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

faith was Faith, still selling pot, still drinking still cursing. She did storm me though one Night 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 someone's guts being ripped out ”, I said still cooing from a full sitting of her eating me out.

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

I suppose that was avowedly. faith knew only three variety of men ; I that wanted her pot, some that wanted her snatch, and some that wanted both. I always thought of Faith as a verso Patti ; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought religion was a closed book lesbian with me as her"girlfriend"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The truth was just a tad bit more sad. religion had just never been in love.

January turned to February, February into march, and March into April.

I continued working my two jobs, doing my drudging workplace for school council, leading the cheerleader team, dating my rattling beau and still putting out regularly for a very small R-2 of men. In short all was well.

In April Leslie Townes Hope finally came out of her blue funk during our monthly football gangbang. One bit she was sucking hammer and the next moment she was lying on the level of the almost finished swimming kitty taking turncock in her kitty and ass next to me. welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was time to slowly move on. It was wonderful to have her back. The three of us even decided we were going to go to the Mexican Riviera for an total month after school day ended as a celebration. We even went to get our pass photos and were truly prepared.

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

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

I was in an insane fuss of action then so my sex life officially ended. As Class chairperson I had to facilitate organize the promenade, as captain of the Cheerleading team I had to format pep rallies. Final exams were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the play offs so there were a shit load of games to perform at. It was senior high school madness.

I had gone nearly three week without sex when the Big secret plan against the county rivals the Creston Cowboys came looming in a few days. The Cowboys were a killer squad, they had crushed all confrontation on their way to this last game and the Felis concolor had barely managed to tie the series off by scant dot to make for it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each former at game pretty much at this compass point, or maybe a sporadic pair hours here and there. I'm a sex junkie and Chet and I never had sex, but you could differentiate I loved him crazy because all that fifth wheel time was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the painter had choked in the last two seasons just trying to get to the final exam. This was the first metre in 6 old age that they were playing a State superstar game. If he won, he would depart this schoolhouse a hero and a huge football eruditeness just dangling before his eyes. He just didn't think the Cougars had enough driving force left, that the cattleman had crushed the last-place of their staying power in the last game.

This meant the world 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 mission onto the theatre of operations myself, and my bouncing on the sideline doing squawk wasn't going to intimidate them either.

But there was one thing I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into debilitation. Our monthly parties with the football team were always a few twenty-four hour period before or just after a big biz. Fucking them the day or night before usually left them a bit timeworn and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a good reason 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 Faith and hope my oh so cunning programme at my home just a couple of solar day before the Big Game.

The Championship was to be a household game so the Cowboys were coming to our town. They would arrive the night before and then come and trounce our pipe dream of winning the prize. I was to take in none of it, so we had to formulate a architectural plan fast.

The Cowboys were staying at the very same No Tell Motel that I typically got my piece of ass on with Patti and George III. That was good word because I knew where and when, the bad news was that they had hawk of a chaperone in their coach. 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 deal with their coach. A way that would leave us all night with the male child. It would suffer to be one hellhole of a beguilement.

mummy had been making us dinner of grilled cheeseflower sandwiches ( a amercement chef she was not ) and had been listening in.

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

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

"Aint no matter. I fer one am tired of them puncher lording the championship, it would be my pleasure “, Momma eagerly retorted.


"Thanks mum"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 smack him unconscious with a boobwhack ”, organized religion said pointing to me.

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

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

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

The three of us young lady went back to munching on our grilled cheeseflower and nibbling on hole. Getting past a born again coach to screw our archway competitor, was turning into a bighearted pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed bridle and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

Momma wandered back in from our aliveness room ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an approximation from one of her"tv stories ”. Hope rolled her eyes and winced as Faith stomped on her substructure. At this point I didn't maintenance what the heck it was, as nothing had come to us.

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

Momma's idea was idiotic, something that could only make for in sitcoms, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scam and pranks when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by pretty girls.

mommy was going to play the part of a nun, taking us 3 religious shoal girls on a trip across the body politic. We would just happen to be staying the Nox at the hotel. In her persona as our chaperon she would distract the son chaperone.

mammy was convincingly mirthful in her outfit. Not the full nun penguin suit, just the universally recognized black and Patrick Victor Martindale White wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made indisputable her blouse was tucked in extra tight to still show off her G cups. As try as one might, unity eyes would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us girls were dressed as shoal fille, not our standard slutty ones but actually serious ones. Mostly. Momma borrowed a couple schoolgirl sport coat from piece of work and spent the day sewing some generic crests she bought from the sewing depot in Town into slutty schoolgirl sports jacket she borrowed from the Zebra night club where se worked as an exotic dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, trust even surprised me by bringing out a couple of spectacles. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing contacts the entire time I had known her. Naturally I decided to comply causa and borrowed some bullshit horn rimmed Methedrine from one of mummy's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back flat and into a peachy tight ponytail. Faith and I in glasses, Hope's new braces also helped complete the image. We were the prototype of wholesomeness and American sinlessness. The final signature was Hope borrowing her dad's station Dipper, which we filled with suitcases to finish the mirage.

We actually added a couple little prop to the whole deal, not to mention a span piddling details 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 goody. We rehearsed and prepared and our room was rented. The Night came and the fun started.
We knew the boy were out for dinner party so we waited outside in the station wagon for about ½ an minute before the school bus with the Cowboys 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 townsfolk on the bonnet of the car and bent grass over to study it. She made every aim on facing the school day bus as it unloaded its freight of the Creston cougar. The passenger car of the team counted out the son as Momma pretended to fret over the map.

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

The coach turned his head as he counted towards the interpreter and almost did a stunt man take when he saw mommy. There she was with the wimple and rood-tree, but also with the astounding wrack she was hiding behind her tight fitting blouse. He just couldn't seem to tie in a nun to big tits.

"Oh dear girls, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church service tomorrow, we may cause to drive back all they way to Beehive State ”, mom said with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no Mother Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, Faith exclaimed in fake shock.

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

"Fret not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall provide us with succour in this hour ”, mom 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 conclude our Christian church ”, Bob Hope sighed.

cypher ever closed a church for not winning a consort competition, assuming church building held those. But the coach didn't know that, and that was what we were counting on.

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

"Mother, “, Momma corrected,"mother Madonna Margaret Helen, of Saint jezebel schoolhouse for the Future Saint Bride of Good Shepherd"

That was a nice cutaneous senses. nun in training.

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

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indians ”, I said in os nasale voice, honking a snort of a laugh at the end and straightening my talk through one's hat glasses with a finger.

"Shush young woman, 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 hassle, Mother ? ”, the coach asked smiling at our ‘ ingenuousness'

"we have come all the way from Utah to vie and can not find the church building we are supposed to arrive at showtime thing in the morning, and the girls so desperately have been trying all year to be their best."

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

"Oh please effective sir"Momma said stepping right up to him,"we are in dire pauperization of aid"

mom took his deal in hers and pressed it to her breast in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the handler to her. He kinda sputtered as he could find his arm pressed up to her jumbo rack.

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

"Oh lord above us, we are but lost dear, give this man the strength 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 take care at the map, I've always been good at them ”, the double-decker sheepishly said.

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

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

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

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

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

This had the coach with his backbone to the school bus and we three young woman 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 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 schooling geeks ”. So I then lifted my chick 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 finger up her bare slit. She then stuck that Saami finger in my mouth and I sucked it like a minuscule peter. Hope also did the same, but she raised her skirt with one hired hand and squeezed one of her boobs with other.

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

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

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

"Such language ! ”, mommy said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry Mother Blessed Virgin, adolescent boy just postulate a strong hand, I sometimes just lose my clapper ”, the coach apologized.

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

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

"Now are you sure, it's on this side of Ithiel Town,"mammy said distracting the coach again.

The three of us then turned our binding on the boys, but our show wasn't over yet. Faith and Hope had now flanked me, and let their toy dog slip out of their school sports coat sleeve into their hands.

Both Faith and Hope now had a dildo in their hired hand, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lube out my pocket onto my paw and rubbed them up and down the length of them, then snuck a hired hand and rubbed the rest up and down my scratch and backdoor.

The two girls then proceeded to labour these toys into both of my holes, I gripped their backs for leverage as they the two fake tool pushed into me. Faith was in my ass and Hope's"dick"in my kitty-cat. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 feet from their autobus'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 jitney who would accept killed the picture. The missy fucked me for about 2 minutes, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. Damn, and I was really getting into it as well.

Good matter we did though, as ma's beguilement of finding the church building was coming to an end. The even funnier affair was, she was making him scour the map to giver her directions to the church we went to every Sunday.

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

"Wasn't nothing, just estimable ole fashioned Texan cordial reception ”, the coach blushed again.

"Please let me thank you personally for your benignity if you wont ingest my blessing then."

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

"Oh it was nada like that, I am a Bride of Christ, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in certain joy,"she smiled taking out a mickey flask from her trousers.

"Ha ! I guess I could join you for a swallow, that seems right"

"God bless you sir ”, mom smiled.

"But that still leaves my boy ”, motorbus sighed,"I need to hold on an bird of Jove eye on them till lights out, you know how boy can get."

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

The handler laughed,"Leaving teen male child with a bunch of teen girls is always a disaster.

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

The coach did look a signature embarrassed by this. mo guessing a nun in the Bible belt was probably a train ticket to Beezelbub to many.

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

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

Another iniquity spotlight from Faith.

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

"Plus the missy need to practice session their outspoken employment, and I'm sure your boys would be a rapt hearing for uplifting anthem"

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

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

"Now girls, go unpack your thing and show these young brave men the Word of God of our God Almighty and Saviour."

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

The coach then marched the boy off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two room between them. Being a veritable frequenter here, I had managed to sweet-talk this flock. We needed enough length away from the coach's room for him to not hear anything.

When we got to our way, we quickly turned on a boom box we had already set up. We slapped in a immense casette tapeline with 4 hours of girls choir singing. Plus the machine was made to play the early position when one side was done. So essentially we had eight 60 minutes of praising Saviour to waft in through the wall to following door.

We then stripped out of virtually of our geek garb, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the fake eyeglasses and braids, gone also were bras too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next threshold where the passenger vehicle was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh motorbus, your tongue is making shrieking out the holiest of holies ! ”, I heard my mammy's cry from adjacent door.

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

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

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

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

The three of us stood international their threshold and prepped each other for a 2nd. I undid a span More release on my top. religion ripped off a couplet inch from her wench. Hope put on a dog collar with the discussion"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The elbow room went instantly silent and a twosome seconds later, the door opened an young man with freckles poked his drumhead out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

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

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

"Hey guys, it's the Catholic girl ! ”, 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 guys wandered in.

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

Leslie Townes Hope was relegated to bringing the ice chest, and she opened at their foundation. It was fully stocked with at to the lowest degree a twain XII more. Not to mention the tequila.

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

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

"I think we might have bitten off more then we can jaw ”, religious belief whispered to me.

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

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing absolve and even. religion even passed out a few free joints and soon the space was hopping.

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

I found myself dancing between a duad cat to some hip hop, and they grinded deep into me. They were hard through their bloomers. Naturally they took off their shirts because how gross out stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn nice torso on them too. Hot young ripped flesh, Yummy.

religion was getting the Same, but she pulled away and made a quick flair back to our room for the rest of the beer, seeing as our architectural plan had worked.

The boys kept grinding into me as we danced. They would drive the joint between my sass for a drag, or piddle me slurp down some beer. promise was getting the same treatment too, and by the time religion got back the boys were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big tits were out I had two mouths sucking my pap and a lingua down my pharynx. deal were gripping my ass, and a twain of finger was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always make me ruttish and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me wild

Hope was on her genu when I was given a chance to breathe. The goth little girl had a pecker in her sass and was jerking off two guy. Another beat his essence waiting his spell. faith was on one of the two seam. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red catch. She had a pin-up smiling on her face.

I was pushed to my knee and was soon surrounded in tool, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big ace, little ace, fat 1, skinny one. I would flick off a twosome while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in putz 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 beef on the bed !"some guy said.

With that I was grabbed by a dozen work force and picked up and carried overhead and laid down on the bed beside trust. The son then pushed the two bottom 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 elbow room full of hard horny young men. I had never seen so much tool in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the integral team. At most we fucked a dozen guy rope. Even at the Zebra Club, my record ( and that was sharing with other daughter ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the biggest gangbang I would get untill I left high gear school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not pernicious about it either. Soon each of us girl in our sinful trinity had a football supporter between their thighs pushing their heart and soul into us. Another would come along side of meat of one of us and stick their cocks in our mouth.

The boy would Irish pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the early guy cable Big rooster lilliputian putz, fat pecker and tightfitting rooster all banged into me that Night. Their hands kept squeezing my tits and I couldn't really see much of the action going on around me with a dick in my mouth most of the time.

The few prison term I did arrive up for air for a twosome minutes break, I I could look over and see Faith and Hope with their feet pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home base at each one of them. I would take some beer and smoke a few drags of a joint. Then another guy would come along and tug me back on to my back and spread my thighs wide.

It was intense. I lost numeration at around the 7th load of cum that was dumped into me and about my 3rd swallow of seed. There was a small pond of cum forming between my ass buttock at the nimiety of it all.

Shocking to a dick pansy such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 sentence ( and ony around the truly thicker dick ). Normally the thought of multiple cocks was enough to send off me close to the border. I imagine it was the lack of imagination in positions combined with no action with any of the other girlfriend ; that and the guys were more like a train then a bang.

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

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The party for some ground came to a crashing halt. The medicine went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a knock at the door. The lights went off and so did the video photographic camera. All was pipe down. The door creaked capable and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

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

Now she was dressed up in full slutty cowgirl attire. Thigh high fuck me boots in egg white leather with tassles. A white string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A svelte white belt with a couple of toy plastic guns in holsters and a big white cowboy hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot darn ! holy shit ! aspect at those boob ! Shit her pussycat is scanty ! That's one sexy gripe !"came the many whoops from the male child as mammy strode in confidently.

"Save a mountain lion, razz a Cowboy ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, Momma said firing the cap guns.

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

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

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

ma was in prime form tonight and soon she had a roundabout of male child around her. She would bob her head up and down on one furiously while jacking off two Thomas More. Then she would trade to another cock and doubling treat another pair with her paw. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The cowpuncher's had pretty much forgotten about this when mummy arrived. male child and bright thing after all. And who could pick them, we were unsporting school girls ; mommy was a walking talking pornography movie.

"Make some room chickies ”, mommy called on as she took a cock in each paw 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 mate hombre stand on the bed so she could nurse them off while riding the first.

ma went crazy on the male child riding them heavy, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every thrust. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched Momma go nutcase. Some guy cable came to flirt with our nipple, but their eyes were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them doggy way, the study.

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

As we left I looked back and saw mummy on her back. A dick deep in her pussy, a cock in her mouth, two dick in her hands and another fucking her tits. Five hombre. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us home. Not once did he ask about the smell of strong drink and pot and sweat and kindling. He had been dating me prospicient enough to know I'd give him all the point later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a trollop. Is it any wonder why I married him ?

I slept like the stagnant until dawn. Amazingly enough I was fresh as a daisy when I woke up. I was then grateful there had been no dp or anal the night before. There was no way I would have been cheery for the Big Game.

ma had made it home some sentence in the wee minute and was passed out on the couch, having had no energy to even work it to the bed. She was still wearing her nooky me boots, but zippo else.

To my keen relief, the telecasting tv camera from the company was there as well on the floor beside the sofa. I took the tape and put it in the vcr to watch while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang display from last Night. And a lot of dumb commentary from the boys. heaps of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were different prison term stamps for when the camera came went on and off. The guesswork of the three of us fucking were not the secure 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 wild night. She took on those male child every which way. She was sick hungry for cocks. She would cream for them to get it on her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and keep suction. The cat would underprice a lode in her and she would labour him out and cry out"following ! ! ! ”.

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

The camera would always whizz in after a guy blew a loading in her or on her to take care at her creampie or it glistening on her peel. It was kinda hot.

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


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

The three of us were in prime form and the rest of the team keep our hard drink zinging.

The Same couldn't be said for the Creston cowherd though. While the Cougars rushed onto the field led by Chet to the bellowing of the crowd ; the Cowboys kinda just jogged out. Their tutor looked like he was nursing a huge hangover too.

I would wish 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 cowboy had a respectable first fourth part, struggled through the second. But when they came back for the second half, they were toast.

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

When the clock ran out I swear the integral schoolhouse rushed the field. It was a booby hatch. Chet was buoyed up on the backs of his team and the trophy was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our motorbus got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty awesome

Chet climbed down and pushed through his admirers to find me struggling to get to him. He picked me up and twirled me in the air before planting a wet kiss on me.

"I love you baby !"Chet told me

Then I was up in the air and so was half the cheer squad as we got bodied surfed. A few hired man tended to mess about thinker you.

George offered his dwelling house as a political party pad for the team. Chaperoned by a few tidy parents like himself, mamma and the preachers wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty crazy and we all got wino and crazy. slews of the guys had girlfriends there so no saturnalia broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girlfriends home. When the hold out of the female child went home some of the cat came back.

That's when the orgy started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last naked party with the Cougars. But this metre Momma and George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The company went into the wee time of day as the last of the son grew tired from fucking all our fix.

In the end the last fuckers standing were Momma, myself, Faith, George and Marcus. hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lounge deprivation knowing this was the last blank space she and Beeder were together.

In any case, the Night ended with faith and I sharing a facial from George and Marcus dumping one last sperm delivery up mamma's ass.

One week left till graduation exercise and the day after was the Prom, our concluding night as gamey school day girls.

Go Felis concolor !