Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae Jones here again, sending you back in the clock time tunnel to the sexploits of my wonderfully misspent youth.

The yr was now 1990 and the fourscore were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life story for a distich more year, but it was in it's end throes. Cassette tapes 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 balance of the year was mostly sedate for the most component ; Beeder's departure for some intellect took the winds out of our ferocity. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new risky venture, elaborate new plots or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my stalls of studs and loose woman anyways.

Hope was a train wreck, the last thing a goth needs is something to actually have a decriminalize beef about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my metrical foot down there as police chief. We were not changing the school colours to black on disgraceful for any reason. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the clothes came off anytime mum brought phratry home.

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

religious belief 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 roast as we lounged in my bed.

"You're jealous of someone's catgut being ripped out ”, I said still cooing from a good sitting of her eating me out.

"I'm jealous because"she sighed,"I've never had someone to roll in the hay enough to make me experience that way."

I suppose that was true. Faith knew only three kinds of men ; ones that wanted her pot, some that wanted her slit, 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 secluded 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 chore, doing my drudging work for school council, leading the cheerleader team, dating my howling beau and still putting out regularly for a very small circle of men. In shortsighted all was well.

In Apr Bob Hope finally came out of her Funk during our monthly football gangbang. One moment she was sucking rooster and the next moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swimming pool taking shaft in her kitty-cat and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was clock time to slowly affect on. It was tremendous to have her back. The three of us even decided we were going to travel to the Mexican Riviera for an entire month after schooling ended as a celebration. We even went to get our recommendation photos and were truly prepared.

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

Finally May turned into June and heights schoolhouse was only 3 weeks away from ending forever for me.

I was in an insane fuss of activity then so my sex spirit officially ended. As Class President I had to help organize the Prom, as Captain of the Cheerleading team I had to order pep exchange. net exams were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the play offs so there were a shite payload of games to perform at. It was high-pitched school madness.

I had gone nearly three weeks without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston cowherd came looming in a few days. The cowpoke were a cause of death team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final game and the Cougars had barely managed to tie the serial off by scant detail to bring it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each early at games pretty much at this point, or maybe a sporadic couple hours here and there. I'm a sex drug addict and Chet and I never had sex, but you could recite I loved him crazy because all that surplus sentence was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the Cougars had choked in the live two seasons just trying to strain the finals. This was the first time in 6 years that they were playing a State champ game. If he won, he would bequeath this schooltime a hero and a huge football scholarship just dangling before his middle. He just didn't think the puma had enough drive left, that the cowpuncher had crushed the go of their stamina in the last game.

This meant the Earth to Chet, and since Chet meant the world to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and pad of paper on bang onto the area myself, and my bounce on the sidelines doing kicks wasn't going to intimidate them either.

But there was one affair I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into debilitation. Our monthly parties with the football team were always a few twenty-four hours before or just after a big secret plan. Fucking them the day or Night before usually left them a bit tired and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a good grounds private instructor 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 architectural plan at my home just a couple of days before the Big Game.

The Championship was to be a home game so the cowman were coming to our town. They would arrive the night before and then come and demolish our dreaming of winning the trophy. I was to have none of it, so we had to formulate a program fast.

The cowboy were staying at the very same No Tell Motel that I typically got my fucking on with Patti and George II. That was good news 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 number wasn't going to do work on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to deal with their private instructor. A way that would leave us all night with the boys. It would have to be one infernal region of a distraction.

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

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

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

"Aint no thing. I fer one am tired of them cowman lording the backing, it would be my pleasance “, mama eagerly retorted.


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

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

"Big nipple McGee could always reek him unconscious mind with a boobwhack ”, faith said pointing to me.

"True, I would have 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 ”, mammy teased.

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

The three of us girl went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on mess. Getting past a born again coach-and-four to cheat our arch rivals, was turning into a grownup pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed check and that would more then potential find us quite literally in a compromising position.

mamma wandered back in from our keep elbow room ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an idea from one of her"tv stories ”. Hope rolled her centre and winced as faith stomped on her foot. At this point I didn't maintenance what the heck it was, as zip had come to us.

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

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

ma was going to play the part of a nun, taking us 3 religious school day girls on a trip across the country. We would just encounter to be staying the night at the hotel. In her role as our chaperone she would perturb the boy chaperone.

mum was convincingly comical in her rig. Not the full phase of the moon nun penguin case, just the universally recognized inkiness and white wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made certainly her blouse was tucked in extra tight to still read off her G cups. As try as one might, ace center would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us girls were dressed as school fille, not our standard slutty ones but actually sober single. Mostly. Momma borrowed a couple schoolgirl sport coat from work and spent the day sewing some generic tip she bought from the sewing terminus in town into slutty schoolgirl sports coat she borrowed from the Zebra golf club where se worked as an alien dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, Faith even surprised me by bringing out a dyad of eyeglasses. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing contacts the entire clock time I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow suit and borrowed some fraud cornet rimmed meth from one of Momma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our tomentum back heterosexual and into a refined tight ponytail. Faith and I in specs, Hope's new braces also helped complete the image. We were the paradigm of wholesomeness and American purity. The final touch was Hope borrowing her dad's station Wagon, which we filled with suitcases to finish up the mirage.

We actually added a couple little airscrew to the whole peck, not to advert a couple little details Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll ejaculate to those later as I feel I've already given up a lot of the dainty. We rehearsed and prepared and our room was rented. The Night came and the fun started.
We knew the male child were out for dinner so we waited outside in the station wagon for about ½ an time of day before the shoal bus with the cowherd came back from a topical anesthetic family dining car. We got out of the car and followed mama's lead.

mummy went and laid out a map of town on the hood of the car and knack over to say it. She made every aim on facing the school bus as it unloaded its payload of the Creston mountain lion. The coach of the team counted out the male child as Momma pretended to fray over the map.

"Oh dear oh dear, I just bank fig these affair out for the biography of me ”, Momma exclaimed out loud.

The passenger vehicle turned his head as he counted towards the representative and almost did a look-alike 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 trying on blouse. He just couldn't seem to connect a nun to big tits.

"Oh dear fille, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church tomorrow, we may have to take back all they way to UT ”, mama said with a striking sigh.

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

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

"Greek key not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall provide us with relief in this hour ”, mamma replied.

Ha ! Gertrude. That was funny.

"But whatever shall we do if we do not, if we don't win that choir contest they may shut our church service ”, Hope sighed.

Nobody ever closed a church for not winning a consort contest, assuming church service 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 overhear"

"mother, “, Momma corrected,"Mother Madonna Margaret Helen, of ideal Jezebels schoolhouse for the Future Brides of Christ"

That was a nice touch. Nuns in training.

"A joy to meet you Mother The Virgin Margaret. I'm the coach of the Creston High cowherd"

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indians ”, I said in nasal consonant interpreter, honking a snort of a laugh at the end and straightening my role player glasses with a finger.

"Shush girls, or you get the paddle ! ”, mommy declared

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

‘ What appears to be the worry, female parent ? ”, the passenger vehicle asked smiling at our ‘ innocence'

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

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

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

Momma took his hand in hers and pressed it to her breast in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the private instructor to her. He kinda sputtered as he could find his arm pressed up to her giant rack.

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

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

"I guess I could look at the map, I've always been soundly 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.

mammy is an old hand at this and she pressed her body right up to the nervous coach. She mashed her big breast right into the charabanc, and since she had 2 in on him and was wearing three inch Hell ; she was squeezing her bout right field into his face.

"Praise jesus ! congratulations jesus ! ”, faith exclaimed.

"Amun “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

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

This had the coach with his back to the school bus and we three girls stepped softly to just out of his demarcation of lot. The male child were mulling around the bus bored, but a pair of them were jostling each early and pointing at Momma's butt which was bent over facing them.

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

organized religion did the same by lifting her skirt and then rubbing her finger up her bare pussy. She then stuck that same finger's breadth in my rima oris and I sucked it like a little cock. Hope also did the same, but she raised her skirt with one hand and squeezed one of her dummy with other.

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

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

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

"Such language ! ”, mammy said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry Mother The Virgin, teen male child just call for a strong hand, I sometimes just lose my clapper ”, the passenger vehicle apologized.

"All is forgiven, I understand all too well, we are trying to banish the Old Nick of sapphism 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 incline of Town,"mammy said distracting the coach again.

The three of us then turned our backrest on the boy, but our appearance wasn't over yet. Faith and Hope had now flanked me, and let their miniature slip out of their shoal sport jacket arm into their hands.

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

The two girls then proceeded to push these toys into both of my trap, I gripped their backs for leverage as they the two fake peter pushed into me. Faith was in my ass and Leslie Townes 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 metrical foot from their motorcoach's back.

The Guy were losing their shit, but in that paralyzed way. None of them could believe what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alert the coach who would accept killed the picture. The little girl fucked me for about 2 minutes, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. shucks, and I was really getting into it as well.

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

"Oh thank you form sir, the Lord will truly bless you for your boundless kindness ”, mommy said squeezing his bridge player back against her breast.

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

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

"Sorry female parent Blessed Virgin, it wouldn't feel 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 certain pleasures,"she smiled taking out a mickey flask from her trousers.

"Ha ! I guess I could join you for a drink, that seems properly"

"God bless you sir ”, Momma smiled.

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

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

The four-in-hand laughed,"Leaving stripling boys with a gang of teen missy is always a disaster.

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

The private instructor did seem a contact embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the Bible knock was probably a target ticket to Beezelbub to many.

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

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

Another malign brilliance from Faith.

The four-in-hand hummed and hawed,"I don't know."

"Plus the girls need to practice their vocal body of work, and I'm sure your boy would be a rhapsodic consultation for uplifting hymns"

"I reckon your right, hearing the Lords good Word of God would certainly steel their spines for tomorrows big game"

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

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

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

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

When we got to our elbow room, we quickly turned on a boom box we had already set up. We slapped in a huge casette taping with 4 hour of little girl choir singing. Plus the automobile was made to play the other slope when one side was done. So essentially we had eight hour of praising Saviour to waft in through the walls to next door.

We then stripped out of nigh of our geek dress, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the cook glasses and tress, gone also were bras too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from succeeding door where the charabanc was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh bus, your knife is making screech out the holiest of holies ! ”, I heard my ma's cry from next door.

I looked at my ticker. 15 min. She had gone from nun to slut modal value in disk sentence, and it sounded like our carriage wasn't complaining one bit either.

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

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

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

The three of us stood outside their door and prepped each former for a s. I undid a couple Thomas More clit on my top. religion ripped off a couple inch from her wench. Hope put on a dog collar with the word"fornicatress"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly silent and a mates seconds later, the door opened an young man with freckle poked his brain out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his eye bugged out. trust dangled a quintet of beer from an vacate hoop ( the one-sixth beer in her hand. I just jutted my bosom proudly forward.

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the doorway and let us in

"Hey guys, it's the Catholic little girl ! ”, lentigo said leading us in.

There were easily 10 guy wire 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 tank, and she opened at their feet. It was fully stocked with at least a mate twelve more. Not to mention the tequila.

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

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

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

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

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing relieve and even. Faith even passed out a few free people spliff and soon the seat was hopping.

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

I found myself dancing between a pair guys to some hip hop, and they grinded deep into me. They were hard through their drawers. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn nice organic structure on them too. Hot young ripped human body, Yummy.

trust was getting the same, but she pulled away and made a quick sprint back to our room for the relaxation of the beer, seeing as our program had worked.

The boys kept grinding into me as we danced. They would push the joint between my lips for a drag, or pass water me slurp down some beer. Hope was getting the same intervention too, and by the prison term religious belief got back the son were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big mamilla were out I had two mouthpiece sucking my nipples and a tongue down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a brace of fingers was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always prepare me horny and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me wild

promise was on her knees when I was given a chance to breathe. The goth lady friend had a shaft in her back talk and was jerking off two cat. Another beat his gist waiting his tour. organized religion was on one of the two layer. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snatch. She had a lovely grin on her face.

I was pushed to my knees and was soon surrounded in putz, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big one, small single, fat ones, skinny ones. I would jerk off a couple while sucking one, then trade off to another. I was in cock heaven.

The guy wire took turn filming us and I smiled up at the camera when I could, or at least examine making beloved ot it with my eyes.

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

With that I was grabbed by a dozen hands and picked up and carried command processing overhead and laid down on the bed beside religion. The boys then pushed the two beds together, and hope was also picked up and brought over to lie beside us.

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a room full of hard horny unseasoned men. I had never seen so a good deal pecker in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the panther didn't bring out the entire team. At about we fucked a dozen guys. Even at the Zebra order, my record ( and that was sharing with other girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the self-aggrandizing gangbang I would suffer untill I left high school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us girls in our unholy terzetto had a football game jock between their thigh pushing their meat into us. Another would fare along side of one of us and sting their cocks in our mouth.

The son would Cypriot pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the early guy Big dick little stopcock, fat peter and skinny prick all banged into me that Night. Their deal 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 to the highest degree of the time.

The few times I did issue forth up for air for a couple minutes break, I I could face over and see Faith and Hope with their metrical foot pointing at the sky as a supporter rammed away menage at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few retarding force of a joint. Then another guy would fare along and push me back on to my back and cattle farm my thighs wide.

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

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

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

That's when the horse arrived.

The political party for some cause came to a crashing halt. The music went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a bang at the door. The lights went off and so did the video camera. All was pipe down. The threshold creaked spread out and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

The threshold opened and exclaims came from the boy. mammy's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in broad slutty cowgirl attire. second joint high fuck me boots in white leather with tassles. A white string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A svelte Patrick Victor Martindale White bash with a couple of toy plastic gas pedal in holsters and a big white-hot cowboy hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! Holy shit ! Look at those knocker ! Shit her pussy is bare ! That's one sexy bitch !"came the many whoops from the boys as momma strode in confidently.

"Save a Cougar, ride a Cowboy ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, mama said firing the cap guns.

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

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

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

mummy was in prime chassis tonight and soon she had a circle of boys around her. She would bob her caput up and down on one furiously while jacking off two to a greater extent. Then she would switch to another cock and double treat another pair with her hands. She was a gyrate dervish of slurping and sucking.

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

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

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

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

She rode them, took them doggy style, the kit and caboodle.

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

As we left I looked back and saw mommy on her back. A tool deep in her puss, a cock in her mouth, two cocks in her mitt and another fucking her tits. Five guy wire. 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 booze and pot and sweat and spunk. He had been dating me farsighted enough to jazz I'd give him all the details later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a slut. Is it any wonder why I married him ?

I slept like the dead until morning. Amazingly enough I was sassy 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 get been cheery for the Big Game.

Momma had made it home some prison term in the wee hours and was passed out on the couch, having had no energy to even make it to the bed. She was still wearing her nooky me boots, but aught else.

To my gravid rilievo, the telecasting 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 look on while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang appearance from last dark. And a lot of dull comment from the boy. Lots of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were unlike time mold for when the 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 mommy showed up and let it roll.

Momma did indeed have a wild Night. She took on those boy every which way. She was loony hungry for putz. She would cream for them to jazz her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the fount and keep sucking. The bozo would dump a burden in her and she would push him out and cry out"following ! ! ! ”.

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

The tv camera would always soar upwards in after a guy blew a consignment in her or on her to bet at her creampie or it glistening on her tegument. It was kinda hot.

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


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

The three of us were in flower anatomy and the residue of the team keep our spirits zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston rodeo rider though. While the Cougars rushed onto the field led by Chet to the roar of the crew ; the Cowboys kinda just jogged out. Their coach looked like he was nursing a huge hangover too.

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

Hell, it wasn't even fair.

The cowpuncher had a good maiden quarter, struggled through the second. But when they came back for the mo half, they were toast.

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

When the clock ran out I swear the entire school rushed the field. It was a madhouse. Chet was buoyed up on the backs of his team and the prize 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 admirers to find me struggling to get to him. He picked me up and twirled me in the air before planting a wet candy kiss on me.

"I love you baby !"Chet told me

Then I was up in the air and so was half the cheer team as we got bodied surfed. A few hands tended to linger mind you.

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

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty godforsaken and we all got drunk and crazy. Lots of the Guy had girlfriends there so no orgies broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girlfriend home. When the last of the girls went home some of the guys came back.

That's when the drunken revelry started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our death naked party with the Felis concolor. But this time Momma and George III, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The company went into the wee hour as the final of the boys grew tired from fucking all our holes.

In the end the hold up 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 last station she and Beeder were together.

In any case, the night ended with trust and I sharing a facial from George and Marcus dumping one go spermatozoon rescue up mommy's ass.

One calendar week left till graduation exercise and the day after was the promenade, our final night as high up school girls.

Go puma !