Polemonium van-bruntiae Inigo 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 eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life for a couple more year, 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 yr was mostly sedate for the most part ; Beeder's departure for some reason took the current of air out of our wildness. 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 brother. I was pretty busy with my stable of he-man and sluts anyways.

Leslie Townes Hope was a train wreck, the last thing a boor needs is something to actually have a legalize gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my animal foot down there as Captain. We were not changing the schooltime coloring to black on sinister for any cause. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the apparel came off anytime mamma brought family rest home.

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

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

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

"You're jealous of someone's guts being ripped out ”, I said still cooing from a estimable session of her eating me out.

"I'm envious because"she sighed,"I've never had mortal to have a go at it enough to hold me feel that way."

I suppose that was true. Faith knew only three sort of men ; one 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 mystic cockslut that lived by day as a gay woman. I just thought Faith was a secret lesbian with me as her"girlfriend"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The verity was just a tad bit more sad. organized religion had just never been in love.

Jan turned to February, Feb into March, and Master of Architecture into April.

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

In April Hope finally came out of her blue funk during our monthly football gangbang. One here and now she was sucking cock and the side by side moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swimming pool taking cock in her kitty-cat and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was time to slowly travel on. It was wonderful to possess her back. The three of us even decided we were going to move to the Mexican Riviera for an entire month after schooltime ended as a celebration. We even went to get our passport photos and were truly prepared.

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

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

I was in an insane flurry of activity then so my sex life officially ended. As Class chairperson I had to help unionize the Prom, as Captain of the Cheerleading team I had to arrange pep rallies. final exam test were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the play offs so there were a shit load of games to do at. It was high school madness.

I had gone nearly three week without sex when the Big game against the county rivals the Creston cowhand came looming in a few days. The rodeo rider were a Orcinus orca team, they had crushed all opposite on their way to this last game and the Cougars had barely managed to tie the serial off by scant item to fetch it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each other at games pretty much at this point, or maybe a sporadic couple hours here and there. I'm a sex junky and Chet and I never had sex, but you could order I loved him crazy because all that trim time was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the catamount had choked in the endure two seasons just trying to attain the final. This was the first base time in 6 years that they were playing a body politic Champion game. If he won, he would leave this school day a hero and a huge football game erudition just dangling before his oculus. He just didn't think the Cougars had enough ride left, that the Cowboys had crushed the last of their stamen in the end 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 charge onto the playing field myself, and my bouncing on the spare-time activity doing rush wasn't going to restrain them either.

But there was one affair I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into exhaustion. Our monthly parties with the football team were always a few days before or just after a big game. 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 secure reason coaches tell atheletes not to have sex before a big plot, I just wish they would listen sometimes.

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

The backing was to be a home game so the cowboy were coming to our town. They would get the Nox before and then derive and vanquish our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to have none of it, so we had to formulate a plan fast.

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

The jailbait modus operandi wasn't going to work on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to deal with their passenger car. A way that would result us all night with the boys. It would have got to be one hell of a distraction.

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

"How ‘ bout ya fille let me deal this here sitshy-waytion ”, mum drawled in her fatheaded Texan accent.

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

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


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

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

"Big Tits McGee could always taste him unconscious 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 ”, mama 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 pickles. Getting past a born again coach-and-four to screw our archway rivals, was turning into a larger muddle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed check and that would more then in all likelihood find us quite literally in a compromising position.

mama wandered back in from our living elbow room ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an idea from one of her"tv narrative ”. Leslie Townes Hope rolled her eyes and winced as Faith stomped on her foot. 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 ?"

mammy's estimation was ridiculous, something that could only work in sitcom, 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 somewhat girls.

Momma was going to dally the percentage of a nun, taking us 3 spiritual school little girl on a trip across the country. We would just pass off to be staying the nighttime at the hotel. In her role as our chaperone she would distract the son chaperone.

mama was convincingly comical in her outfit. Not the full nun penguin lawsuit, just the universally recognized black and ashen wimple covering her head and pharynx. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made sure her blouse was tucked in duplicate tight to still record off her G cups. As try as one might, I eyes would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us little girl were dressed as school girls, not our stock slutty single but actually serious ones. Mostly. Momma borrowed a distich schoolgirl blazer from work and spent the day sewing some generic crests she bought from the sewing depot 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, Faith even surprised me by bringing out a duo of eyeglasses. The redhaired hobo had been secretly wearing physical contact the entire time I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow suit and borrowed some fake automobile horn rimmed specs from one of mommy's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our haircloth back neat and into a refined pie-eyed ponytail. organized religion and I in glasses, Hope's new braces also helped complete the image. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American English sinlessness. The final touch was Bob Hope borrowing her dad's station Big Dipper, which we filled with suitcases to finish the mirage.

We actually added a mates niggling prop to the whole hand, not to refer a couple little details Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll come to those belated as I feel I've already given up a lot of the goodies. We rehearsed and prepared and our elbow room was rented. The night came and the fun started.
We knew the son were out for dinner so we waited outside in the post paddy wagon for about ½ an minute before the school bus with the rodeo rider came back from a local anaesthetic sept diner. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

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

"Oh dear oh beloved, I just bank soma these matter out for the life of me ”, mommy exclaimed out loud.

The autobus turned his headspring as he counted towards the vox and almost did a double issue when he saw momma. There she was with the wimple and rood-tree, but also with the astounding stand she was hiding behind her mingy trying on blouse. He just couldn't seem to associate a nun to big tits.

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

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

Momma shot the carrottop a feel, she clearly didn't like the name but was now stuck with it. She sighed dramatically.

"fret not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall ply us with ministration in this 60 minutes ”, 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 shut down our church ”, Hope sighed.

cypher 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.

"Excuse me, Sister ”, the jitney said walking up to us,"I couldn't service but overhear"

"mother, “, ma corrected,"mother The Virgin Margaret Helen of Troy, of nonesuch Jezebels school day for the time to come bride of Redeemer"

That was a nice touch. Nuns in training.

"A pleasure to meet you Mother Mary Margaret. I'm the passenger car of the Creston heights cowman"

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Amerind ”, I said in nasal interpreter, honking a boo of a laugh at the end and straightening my fake glasses with a finger.

"Shush lady friend, or you get the paddle ! ”, Momma declared

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

‘ What appears to be the trouble, mother ? ”, the autobus asked smiling at our ‘ innocence'

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

"wellspring, I am a unknown here myself, so I don't eff how a lot help I can be ”, the coach said sadly.

"Oh please expert sir"ma said stepping right up to him,"we are in desperate indigence of aid"

Momma took his script in hers and pressed it to her breast in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the jitney to her. He kinda sputtered as he could feel his arm pressed up to her hulk rack.

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

"Oh lord above us, we are but lost lamb, give this man the forcefulness 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 front 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 opening and pulling him into a deep hug.

Momma is an old hand at this and she pressed her consistence right up to the anxious coach. She mashed her big dumbbell right wing into the coach, and since she had 2 inch on him and was wearing three column inch hells ; she was squeezing her bust rightfield into his face.

"kudos Saviour ! kudos jesus ! ”, Faith exclaimed.

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, promise lisped.

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

This had the coach with his back to the school bus and we three miss stepped softly to just out of his bloodline of mint. The son were mulling around the bus bored, but a couple of them were jostling each other and pointing at mom's butt which was knack 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 kitty and waved cutely. That grabbed their attention.

Faith did the Same by lifting her annulus and then rubbing her fingerbreadth up her bare slit. She then stuck that same finger in my mouth and I sucked it like a lilliputian cock. hope also did the Lapp, but she raised her annulus with one helping hand and squeezed one of her pinhead with other.

The Cowboys definitely appreciated this, and the senior high shoal boys were nudging each early and pointing. They didn't know what to recall. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his genital organ like he was facefucking a pantomime girl, that got a laugh fro all of them.

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

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

"Such language ! ”, Momma said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry female parent Mary, teen boys just want a strong mitt, I sometimes just mislay my tongue ”, the coach apologized.

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

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

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

The three of us then turned our backs on the boys, but our display wasn't over yet. faith and Hope had now flanked me, and let their toy slip out of their school sports jacket sleeves into their hands.

Both religion and Hope now had a dildo in their manus, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lubricating substance out my air pocket onto my hands and rubbed them up and down the length of them, then snuck a hired man and rubbed the remainder up and down my cunt and backdoor.

The two girls then proceeded to force these miniature into both of my cakehole, I gripped their spine for leverage as they the two juke putz pushed into me. Faith was in my ass and Hope's"dick"in my kitty. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 feet from their charabanc's back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh it was nil like that, I am a bride of Good Shepherd, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in certain pleasures,"she smiled taking out a Mickey flaskful from her trousers.

"Ha ! I guess I could bring together you for a drink, that seems right on"

"God bless you sir ”, Momma smiled.

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

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

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

"For ignominy sir, these are Brides of Deliverer to be, all have taken their vows and chastity pledges. Plus Gertrude here is still a gay woman"

The coach did seem a contact embarrassed by this. moment guessing a nun in the Bible belt was probably a conduct tag to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for second guessing you ma'am, I just don't want the boys getting any dissipate impression 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 ”, mummy said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her Charles John Huffam Dickens out ”.

Another malefic blaze from Faith.

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

"Plus the young lady need to practice their vocal body of work, and I'm surely your boys would be a ecstatic audience for uplifting anthem"

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

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

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

"Yes, ma'am"we asserted, even Hope with that funny story fraud 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 steady patron here, I had managed to wheedle this mess. We needed enough distance away from the coach's room for him to not hear anything.

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

We then stripped out of virtually of our eccentric person attire, and into slutty schoolgirl garb instead. Gone were the falsify glasses and twist, gone also were brassiere too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next door where the coach was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh coach, your natural language is making scream out the holiest of holies ! ”, I heard my Momma's cry from following door.

I looked at my ticker. 15 minutes. She had gone from nun to slut mode in record prison term, 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 volume of the choir up a bit and headed out future door.

You could get a line the son before you could see them. They were sharing a replicate room, but they were at bottom whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood outside their door and prepped each early for a second. I undid a couple more buttons on my top. Faith ripped off a pair inches from her skirt. promise put on a dog choker with the word"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

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

"Yes ?"he asked politely

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

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

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

There were easily 10 guys just in this room, and when he hollered out we were here, the adjoining door opened and another 10 cat wandered in.

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

Hope was relegated to bringing the cooler, and she opened at their feet. It was fully stocked with at to the lowest degree a duet dozen more. Not to cite the tequila.

"Woo hoo ! ! ! ! ! Alright ! stem ! ! awe-inspiring ! ! ! ! ”, 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 chew ”, Faith whispered to me.

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

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing rid and even. trust even passed out a few free people roast and soon the stead was hopping.

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

I found myself dancing between a couple guys to some hip hop, and they grinded deep into me. They were hard through their pant. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn prissy bodies on them too. Hot Young ripped pulp, Yummy.

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

The boys kept grinding into me as we danced. They would drive the juncture between my rim for a pull, or make me slurp down some beer. Hope was getting the same handling too, and by the time Faith got back the boys were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big tits were out I had two mouths sucking my mamilla and a tongue down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a twosome of finger's breadth was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always make me horny and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me wild

promise was on her articulatio genus when I was given a fortune to breathe. The Goth girl had a peter in her backtalk and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his centre waiting his crook. Faith was on one of the two bottom. 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 human knee and was soon surrounded in dick, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big 1, niggling unity, fat unity, skinny ones. I would buck off a dyad while sucking one, then flip-flop off to another. I was in cock heaven.

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

"Lets get this bitch on the bed !"some guy said.

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

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a way broad of hard horny Lester Willis Young men. I had never seen so much prick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the entire team. At most we fucked a dozen guys. Even at the Zebra cabaret, my disc ( and that was sharing with early girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the boastful gangbang I would have untill I left high school.

I almost squirted.

The cowman were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us girlfriend in our diabolical trinity had a football supporter between their thighs pushing their heart into us. Another would come along side of one of us and stick their cocks in our mouth.

The son would pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the early guys Big cocks piffling cocks, fat peter and skinny cocks all banged into me that nighttime. Their paw kept squeezing my titmouse and I couldn't really see much of the action going on around me with a shaft in my oral fissure to the highest degree of the time.

The few times I did descend up for air for a couple proceedings break, I I could look over and see trust and promise with their human foot pointing at the sky as a athletic supporter rammed away home at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few drags of a spliff. Then another guy would come along and push me back on to my book binding and spread my thigh wide.

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

Shocking to a cock nance such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 times ( and ony around the truly thicker putz ). Normally the sentiment of multiple turncock was enough to send me close to the edge. I imagine it was the lack of vision in military position combined with no action with any of the early girlfriend ; that and the guys were more like a wagon train then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 minute 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 guys were ever going to finish as we would hold 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 cause came to a crashing halt. The music went off and a mantle was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a knock at the door. The lights went off and so did the picture camera. All was quiet. The room access creaked open and a spear of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

The door opened and exclaims came from the boys. Momma's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in full phase of the moon slutty cowgirl attire. second joint high fuck me boots in Theodore Harold White leather with tassles. A white string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A lose weight white belt with a couple of toy plastic accelerator pedal in holsters and a big white cowboy hat. nil else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! holy shit ! expression at those mamilla ! Shit her pussy is denude ! That's one sexy gripe !"came the many whoops from the boys as mama strode in confidently.

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

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

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

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

mommy was in flush bod tonight and soon she had a Mexican valium of boys around her. She would bob her head up and down on one furiously while jacking off two More. Then she would switch to another rooster and image dainty another span with her manpower. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty much forgotten about this when ma arrived. Boys and shiny things after all. And who could blame them, we were soiled schooltime girls ; Momma was a walking talking erotica movie.

"Make 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 ma pushed a boy onto his beck and straddled him. She had a couple bozo stand on the bed so she could suckle them off while riding the first.

Momma went weirdo on the boys riding them hard, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every driving force. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched mama go nutcase. Some guys came to take on with our tits, but their center were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them doggy elan, the full treatment.

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

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her vertebral column. A shaft deep in her kitty-cat, a hammer in her mouthpiece, two cocks in her custody 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 hard drink and pot and lather and spunk. He had been dating me long enough to know I'd give him all the details later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a slut. Is it any wonder why I married him ?

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

mommy had made it home some time 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 screwing me charge, but zip else.

To my great stand-in, the video camera from the company was there as well on the floor beside the couch. I took the tape and put it in the vcr to watch while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang appearance from finally dark. And a lot of dumb comment from the boys. Lots of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape measure would randomly cut out and there were different time stamps for when the camera came went on and off. The shooter 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 pap and Bob Hope's cum guzzling though.

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

Momma did indeed have a wild Nox. She took on those son every which way. She was mad hungry for cocks. She would lick for them to bed her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and celebrate sucking. The guys would dump a load in her and she would push him out and cry out"succeeding ! ! ! ”.

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 tv camera would always surge in after a guy blew a cargo in her or on her to look at her creampie or it glistening on her skin. It was kinda hot.

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


The plot came and the bleacher were filled. It was the game for the long time for us.

The three of us were in select grade and the residuum of the team maintain our emotional state zinging.

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

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

hell on earth, it wasn't even fair.

The rodeo rider had a good beginning quarter, struggled through the back. But when they came back for the second half, they were toast.

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

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

Chet climbed down and pushed through his admirer 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 sunniness team as we got bodied surfed. A few deal tended to linger idea you.

George III offered his base as a party pad for the team. Chaperoned by a few hefty parents like himself, mamma and the preachers wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty tempestuous and we all got drunk and weirdo. Lots of the guy cable had girlfriends there so no orgy broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girlfriends home. When the last of the missy went home some of the guys came back.

That's when the orgy started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last naked company with the Cougars. But this time Momma and George I, 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 lowest fuckers standing were mammy, myself, Faith, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering departure knowing this was the last place she and Beeder were together.

In any case, the night ended with Faith and I sharing a facial from George and Marcus dumping one live spermatozoan delivery up mamma's ass.

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

Go cougar !