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

The yr was now 1990 and the 1880s were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to liveliness for a couple more old age, but it was in it's death throes. Cassette tapes were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new thing. And I was half a year away from graduating.

The rest of the year was mostly sedate for the near division ; Beeder's departure for some understanding took the confidential information out of our vehemence. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new escapade, elaborate new plots or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busybodied with my unchanging of studs and sluts anyways.

Leslie Townes Hope was a geartrain wreck, the last thing a goth needs is something to actually have a legitimate beef about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foundation down there as headwaiter. We were not changing the shoal colours to blackamoor on black for any reason. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought family place.

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

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

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

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

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

I suppose that was honest. organized religion knew only three form of men ; unity 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 occult cockslut that lived by day as a tribade. I just thought religious belief was a secret gay woman with me as her"girlfriend"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The Truth was just a tad bit more sad. trust had just never been in love.

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

I continued working my two jobs, doing my drudging work for school council, leading the cheerleader team, dating my wonderful beau and still putting out regularly for a very small round of men. In inadequate all was well.

In April hope finally came out of her funk during our monthly football game gangbang. One here and now she was sucking pecker and the succeeding moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swimming pool taking pecker in her pussy and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

She decided her heartache was done for now and was sentence to slowly motivate on. It was fantastic to have her spinal column. The three of us even decided we were going to travel to the Mexican Riviera for an entire calendar month after school ended as a solemnisation. We even went to get our recommendation photograph and were truly prepared.

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

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

I was in an insane stir of activity then so my sex life officially ended. As Class President I had to facilitate organize the Prom, as Captain of the Cheerleading squad I had to arrange pep rallies. Final exams were coming. And finally the Felis concolor had made it to the romp offs so there were a darn warhead of games to perform at. It was high school madness.

I had gone nearly three week without sex when the Big plot against the county rivals the Creston puncher came looming in a few mean solar day. The Cowboys were a killer team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final plot and the panther had barely managed to tie the serial publication off by scant peak 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 degree, or maybe a sporadic duad minute 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 spare sentence was spent with him.

He was a shipwreck, the panther had choked in the shoemaker's last two seasons just trying to reach the final. This was the first time in 6 years that they were playing a State fighter secret plan. If he won, he would allow for this schoolhouse a hero and a Brobdingnagian football scholarship just dangling before his eyes. He just didn't think the puma had plenty crusade left, that the cattleman had crushed the death of their toughness in the last game.

This meant the existence to Chet, and since Chet meant the globe to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and pads on charge onto the field myself, and my bounce on the pursuit doing beef 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 parties with the football squad were always a few days before or just after a big biz. Fucking them the day or night before usually left them a bit wear out and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a in effect ground coaches tell atheletes not to have sex before a big game, I just wish they would listen sometimes.

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

The Championship was to be a base game so the Cowboys were coming to our town. They would make it the night before and then come and crush our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to suffer none of it, so we had to phrase a plan fast.

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

The jailbait turn wasn't going to bring on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to deal with their motorcoach. A way that would leave us all night with the son. It would hold to be one Inferno of a beguilement.

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

"How ‘ bout ya girlfriend let me cover this here sitshy-waytion ”, Momma drawled in her thick-skulled Texan accent.

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

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


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

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

"Big mammilla McGee could always smack him unconscious with a boobwhack ”, organized religion said pointing to me.

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

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

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

The three of us girls went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on hole. Getting past a Born again autobus to screw our archway competitor, was turning into a bigger pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed halt and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

mom wandered back in from our living way ( all of 5 infantry away in a doublewide ) and said she got an mind from one of her"tv account ”. Leslie Townes Hope rolled her eyes and winced as religious belief stomped on her groundwork. At this point I didn't care what the heck it was, as nothing had come to us.

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

mummy's melodic theme was idiotic, something that could only bring in situation comedy, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious cozenage and caper when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by jolly girls.

Momma was going to make for the voice of a nun, taking us 3 religious schoolhouse girls on a trip across the land. We would just bechance to be staying the night at the hotel. In her character as our chaperone she would unhinge the boys chaperone.

Momma was convincingly comical in her outfit. Not the full nun penguin courting, just the universally recognized Black person and 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 cup. As try as one might, ones 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 unplayful single. Mostly. Momma borrowed a couple schoolgirl blazers from workplace and spent the day sewing some generic wine crest she bought from the sewing terminal in town into slutty schoolgirl sport jacket she borrowed from the Zebra Club where se worked as an exotic dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, religion even surprised me by bringing out a pair of glasses. The redhaired hiking had been secretly wearing impinging the entire time I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow courtship and borrowed some fake automobile horn rimmed glasses from one of mammy's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our fuzz back straight and into a bang-up squiffy ponytail. organized religion and I in chalk, Hope's new suspender also helped complete the image. We were the paradigm of wholesomeness and American purity. The last touch was Hope borrowing her dad's station wagon, which we filled with bag to finish up the mirage.

We actually added a brace little airplane propeller to the unanimous deal, not to mention a couple piffling particular mum and I added on our own secretly, but I'll come to those later as I feel I've already given up a lot of the goodies. We rehearsed and prepared and our room was rented. The night came and the fun started.
We knew the boys were out for dinner so we waited outside in the station wagon for about ½ an hr before the school day bus with the Cowboys came back from a topical anesthetic family diner. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

mama went and laid out a map of town on the hood of the car and hang over to read it. She made every purpose on facing the shoal bus as it unloaded its cargo of the Creston Cougars. The coach of the squad counted out the boys as mommy pretended to fret over the map.

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

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

"Oh dear young lady, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church tomorrow, we may induce to push back all they way to UT ”, Momma said with a spectacular sigh.

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

mum 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 time of day ”, Momma 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 close down our church ”, Bob Hope sighed.

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

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

"Mother, “, mom corrected,"female parent Blessed Virgin Margaret Helen, of Saint Jezebel shoal for the Future Bride of messiah"

That was a prissy skin senses. Nuns in training.

"A delight to converge you mother The Virgin Margaret. I'm the private instructor of the Creston highschool Cowboys"

"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 adenoidal spokesperson, honking a bird of a laugh at the end and straightening my cook glasses with a finger.

"Shush young woman, or you get the paddle ! ”, mammy declared

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

‘ What appears to be the trouble, Mother ? ”, the passenger vehicle asked smiling at our ‘ purity'

"we have come all the way from Utah to compete and can not find the church service we are supposed to come at first thing in the cockcrow, and the female child so desperately have been trying all year to be their best."

"Well, I am a stranger here myself, so I don't get laid how a good deal help I can be ”, the carriage said sadly.

"Oh delight honorable sir"mummy said stepping right up to him,"we are in despairing penury of aid"

Momma took his hired hand in hers and pressed it to her breast in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the coach to her. He kinda sputtered as he could feel 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 dear, hand this man the strength to aid us ”, she said looking up to the sky., mitt held firmly against her in an act of desperation from Momma.

"I guess I could look at the map, I've always been good at them ”, the autobus sheepishly said.

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

Momma is an old hand at this and she pressed her organic structure right up to the uneasy coach. She mashed her big boobs right wing into the omnibus, and since she had 2 inches on him and was wearing three inch underworld ; she was squeezing her tear right into his face.

"Praise jesus ! Praise Jesus of Nazareth ! ”, organized religion exclaimed.

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

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

This had the motorcoach with his back to the school bus and we three daughter stepped softly to just out of his credit 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 hang over facing them.

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

Faith did the Lapplander by lifting her wench and then rubbing her finger's breadth up her bare slit. She then stuck that same digit in my oral fissure 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 tit with other.

The puncher definitely appreciated this, and the gamy school day boys were nudging each other and pointing. They didn't know what to think. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his genital organ like he was facefucking a pantomime fille, that got a laughter fro all of them.

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

We dropped our skirts back and instantly transformed into chaste virgins. It took all of half a mo and the bus didn't see a thing.

"Such language ! ”, mum said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry mother The Virgin, stripling boy just need a warm hired man, I sometimes just lose my tongue ”, the coach apologized.

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

organized religion shoot an malign looking at back, then smiled"innocently ”.

"Now are you certain, it's on this side of town,"mummy said distracting the handler again.

The three of us then turned our backs on the son, but our show wasn't over yet. organized religion and Leslie Townes Hope had now flanked me, and let their toys slip out of their school blazer sleeve into their hands.

Both Faith and Hope now had a dildo in their deal, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lubricant out my pocket onto my hands and rubbed them up and down the distance of them, then snuck a hand and rubbed the repose up and down my slit and backdoor.

The two girlfriend then proceeded to tug these toys into both of my muddle, I gripped their rear for leverage as they the two shammer cocks pushed into me. Faith was in my ass and hope's"dick"in my pussy. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 feet from their coach's back.

The guy wire were losing their asshole, but in that paralyzed way. None of them could think what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alert the charabanc who would have killed the fit. The girls fucked me for about 2 second, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. tinker's damn, and I was really getting into it as well.

in effect thing we did though, as mum's distraction of finding the church was coming to an end. The even funnier affair was, she was making him abrade the map to giver her directions to the church building we went to every Sunday.

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

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

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

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

"Oh it was nothing like that, I am a St. Bride of Jesus, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in certain pleasures,"she smiled taking out a Mick flaskful from her trousers.

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

"God bless you sir ”, Momma smiled.

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

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

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

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

The coach did seem a touch embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the Good Book belt was probably a channelise ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for mo dead reckoning you ma'am, I just don't want the male child getting any muggins notions in their heads ”, the coach blushed.

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

Another evil limelight from Faith.

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

"Plus the girls need to practice their vocal work, and I'm certainly your son would be a enraptured audience for uplifting hymn"

"I reckon your right, hearing the Lords good Bible would certainly brand their spines for tomorrows big biz"

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

"Now girls, go unpack your thing and show these Brigham Young brave men the Scripture of our Lord and Saviour."

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

The coach then marched the boys off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a regular patron here, I had managed to blarney this deal. We needed enough distance away from the coach's way for him to not try anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a boom box we had already set up. We slapped in a Brobdingnagian casette tape measure with 4 time of day of girls choir singing. Plus the machine was made to fiddle the other side when one side was done. So essentially we had eight hours of praising Jesus Christ to waft in through the walls to next door.

We then stripped out of most of our oddball dress, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the fake methamphetamine and braiding, gone also were bra too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from adjacent door where the omnibus was.

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

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

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

We cranked the mass of the consort up a bit and headed out following doorway.

You could hear the boys before you could see them. They were sharing a three-fold room, but they were inside whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood outside their door and prepped each other for a second. I undid a duet more buttons on my top. Faith ripped off a yoke inches from her skirt. Hope put on a dog collar with the word"strumpet"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly silent and a match seconds later, the threshold opened an young man with freckles poked his head out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

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

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

"Hey guys, it's the Catholic missy ! ”, 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 six pack over my head.

Bob Hope was relegated to bringing the cooler, and she opened at their invertebrate foot. It was fully stocked with at least a pair twelve more. Not to mention the tequila.

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

The elbow 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 manducate ”, trust whispered to me.

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

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing free and even. Faith even passed out a few free joint and soon the blank space was hopping.

Some guy was wandering around with a video recording camera, watching the guys show off and parachuting and down on the bed. The air was stocky with testosterone, sweat and marijuana.

I found myself dancing between a couple guy cable to some hip hop, and they grinded oceanic abyss into me. They were hard through their gasp. 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 Loretta Young ripped shape, Yummy.

Faith was getting the same, but she pulled away and made a immediate hyphen back to our room for the sleep of the beer, seeing as our plan had worked.

The boys kept grinding into me as we danced. They would push the joint between my sassing for a drag, or ready me slurp down some beer. Hope was getting the Sami treatment too, and by the time trust got back the male child were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big tits were out I had two sassing sucking my teat and a tongue down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a twain of fingers was probing deep in my twat. Pot and tequila always piddle me horny and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me wild

Hope was on her genu when I was given a chance to take a breath. The goth girl had a cock in her mouth and was jerking off two bozo. Another beat his meat waiting his turn. Faith was on one of the two bed. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snatch. She had a lovely grinning on her face.

I was pushed to my genu and was soon surrounded in pecker, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big I, footling one, fat 1, skinny ones. I would buck off a duet while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in cock heaven.

The guys took turn filming us and I smiled up at the camera when I could, or at least stress making making love ot it with my eyes.

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

With that I was grabbed by a twelve hands and picked up and carried viewgraph and laid down on the bed beside organized 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 moon of intemperately horny Lester Willis Young men. I had never seen so practically dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the entire team. At most we fucked a XII hombre. Even at the Zebra Club, my book ( and that was sharing with early girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the biggest gangbang I would give untill I left high up school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us missy in our unholy III had a football game suspensor between their second joint pushing their core into us. Another would come along position of one of us and stick their cocks in our mouth.

The male child would pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the other Guy Big cocks little cocks, fat turncock and scrawny turncock all banged into me that night. Their hired hand kept squeezing my knocker and I couldn't really see much of the natural action going on around me with a dick in my oral fissure most of the time.

The few times I did come up for air for a couple minutes break, I I could look over and see Faith and promise with their feet pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few drag of a joint. Then another guy would get along along and push me back on to my spine and spread my thighs wide.

It was intense. I lost reckoning at around the 7th onus of cum that was dumped into me and about my 3rd swallow of seed. There was a diminished consortium of cum forming between my ass buttock at the surplus of it all.

Shocking to a tool world-beater such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 times ( and ony around the truly thicker peter ). Normally the thought of multiple cocks was enough to air me close to the edge. I imagine it was the lack of resource in positions combined with no action with any of the other missy ; that and the guy cable were more like a train then a bang.

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

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The company for some reason came to a crashing halt. The music went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The grumbling was there was a bang at the threshold. The lights went off and so did the video camera. All was quiet. The door creaked undetermined and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

The door opened and exclaims came from the boy. mum's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in full slutty cowgirl attire. Thigh high fuck me bring up in white leather with tassles. A White person string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim whiteness belt with a span of toy credit card grease-gun in holsters and a big white cowboy hat. aught else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! Holy shit ! facial expression at those mammilla ! turd her pussy is bare ! That's one sexy beef !"came the many whoops from the boys as Momma strode in confidently.

"Save a Cougar, hinge on a Cowboy ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, mom said firing the cap guns.

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

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

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

Momma was in quality kind tonight and soon she had a lap of boys around her. She would bob her promontory up and down on one furiously while jacking off two to a greater extent. Then she would switch to another stopcock and look-alike dainty another yoke with her hired man. She was a twiddle dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty much forgotten about this when Momma arrived. Boys and glazed things after all. And who could charge them, we were ill-gotten shoal little girl ; mommy was a walking talking pornography movie.

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

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

momma went crazy on the son riding them hard, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every poking. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched mum go crazy. Some cat came to recreate with our mamilla, but their middle were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them pooch panache, the works.

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

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her dorsum. A turncock deep in her pussycat, a rooster in her lip, two hammer in her hired hand and another fucking her tits. Five guys. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us plate. Not once did he ask about the smell of John Barleycorn and pot and sweat and nerve. He had been dating me hanker enough to know I'd give him all the particular later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a strumpet. Is it any enquire why I married him ?

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

momma had made it home some time in the wee hours and was passed out on the couch, having had no zip to even score it to the bed. She was still wearing her fuck me kick, but nothing else.

To my great relief, the television camera from the party was there as well on the flooring beside the couch. I took the tape recording and put it in the vcr to look on while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from last dark. And a lot of silent commentary from the boys. raft of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were different time postage for when the camera came went on and off. The shots of the three of us fucking were not the sound and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

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

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

Momma did indeed have a natural state night. She took on those boys every which way. She was crazy hungry for rooster. She would cream for them to fuck her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and maintain suck. The guys would dump a consignment 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 watch it in fast forward. She even got a few clunky dp's.

The camera would always whizz along in after a guy blew a load in her or on her to count at her creampie or it glistening on her pelt. It was kinda hot.

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


The biz came and the bleachers were filled. It was the secret plan for the geezerhood for us.

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

The same couldn't be said for the Creston Cowboys though. While the mountain lion rushed onto the battleground led by Chet to the roar of the crowd ; the cowman kinda just jogged out. Their coach looked like he was nursing a Brobdingnagian hangover too.

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

pit, it wasn't even fair.

The cowpuncher had a ripe first fourth part, struggled through the second. But when they came back for the second gear half, they were toast.

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

When the clock ran out I swear the entire schoolhouse rushed the field. It was a madhouse. Chet was buoyed up on the backs of his squad and the prize was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our manager 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 spin me in the air before planting a wet kiss on me.

"I love you baby !"Chet told me

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

George II offered his abode as a party pad for the squad. Chaperoned by a few respectable parents like himself, mammy and the preacher wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

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

That's when the saturnalia started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

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

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

In the end the final fuckers standing were mom, myself, organized religion, Saint George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a tarriance going knowing this was the last place she and Beeder were together.

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

One week left till Graduation and the day after was the prom, our final night as high schooling girls.

Go mountain lion !