Polemonium van-bruntiae Mary Harris Jones here again, sending you back in the time burrow to the sexploits of my toppingly misspent youth.

The year was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to animation for a distich More geezerhood, but it was in it's last throe. Cassette tapeline were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new thing. And I was half a twelvemonth away from graduating.

The relaxation of the year was mostly solemn for the well-nigh piece ; Beeder's departure for some rationality took the winds out of our wildness. Don't get me improper, I was still fucking up a violent storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventure, elaborate new plots or funky new bed pal. I was pretty busy with my stable of studs and jade anyways.

Hope was a train shipwreck, the cobbler's last thing a goth needs is something to actually have a decriminalise gripe about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore fatal now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my fundament down there as police chief. We were not changing the school colours to disastrous 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 folks rest home.

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

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

"I'm envious of her brokenheartedness ”, she said puffing on the always at hand joint as we lounged in my bed.

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

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

I suppose that was honest. faith knew only three kinds of men ; 1 that wanted her pot, some that wanted her slit, and some that wanted both. I always thought of Faith as a verso Patti ; Patti was a mystic cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought Faith was a secret lesbian with me as her"girlfriend"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The truth was just a tad bit more sad. Faith had just never been in love.

January turned to February, February into Mar, and borderland into April.

I continued working my two jobs, doing my drudging work for school council, leading the cheerleader squad, dating my howling fashion plate and still putting out regularly for a very minor circle of men. In dead all was well.

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

She decided her grief was done for now and was time to slowly displace on. It was tremendous to take in 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 passport photos and were truly prepared.

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

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

I was in an insane hustle of activity then so my sex life sentence officially ended. As socio-economic class President I had to assist organise the Prom, as police captain of the Cheerleading squad I had to fix up pep rallies. Final exam were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the gambol offs so there were a shit load of biz to perform at. It was high schooling madness.

I had gone nearly three workweek without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston Cowboys came looming in a few days. The cowpoke were a killer whale team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final secret plan and the catamount had barely managed to tie the series off by skimp points to contribute it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each other at biz pretty much at this point, or maybe a sporadic couple time of day 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 clock time was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the Cougars had choked in the last two time of year just trying to reach the final examination. This was the offset meter in 6 years that they were playing a country Champion game. If he won, he would provide this school a submarine sandwich and a huge football eruditeness just dangling before his eyes. He just didn't think the puma had enough drive left, that the Cowboys had crushed the last of their stamina in the last game.

This meant the world to Chet, and since Chet meant the world to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and pads on tutelage onto the force field myself, and my bouncing on the sidelines doing kicks wasn't going to intimidate them either.

But there was one thing I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into exhaustion. Our monthly parties with the football squad were always a few mean solar day before or just after a big game. Fucking them the day or Nox before usually left them a bit tired and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a good reason coach 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 program at my family just a couple of daytime before the Big Game.

The backing was to be a habitation secret plan so the Cowboys were coming to our town. They would come the night before and then follow and shell our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to bear none of it, so we had to contrive a plan fast.

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

The jailbait routine wasn't going to solve on this guy, so I had to image out a way to deal with their manager. A way that would leave us all Night with the son. It would have to be one the pits of a beguilement.

Momma had been making us dinner of barbecued cheese sandwiches ( a fine chef she was not ) and had been listening in.

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

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

"Aint no thing. I fer one am tired of them Cowboys lording the championship, it would be my delight “, Momma eagerly retorted.


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

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

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

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

"I might shatter your little skull if ya'll don't take care your backtalk ”, Momma teased.

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

The three of us girls went back to munching on our grilled cheeseflower and nibbling on pickles. Getting past a born again coach to get it on our arch rivals, was turning into a bigger pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed check and that would more then probable find us quite literally in a compromising position.

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

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

Momma's approximation was ridiculous, something that could only influence in sitcoms, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scams and frivolity when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by moderately girls.

mum was going to dally the voice of a nun, taking us 3 religious school girls on a trip across the country. We would just find to be staying the night at the hotel. In her role as our chaperon she would distract the son chaperone.

mama was convincingly comical in her outfit. Not the replete nun penguin suit, just the universally recognized black and white wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made sure her blouse was tucked in extra tight to still show off her G cups. As try as one might, one heart would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The repose of us young lady were dressed as school female child, not our measure slutty unity but actually serious ones. Mostly. ma borrowed a brace schoolgirl blazers from piece of work and spent the day sewing some generic peak she bought from the sewing store in town into slutty schoolgirl sports coat she borrowed from the Zebra golf-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 duo of glasses. The redhaired hobo had been secretly wearing contacts the full metre I had known her. Naturally I decided to keep abreast causa and borrowed some fake horn rimmed looking glass from one of mom's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back directly and into a full-strength tight ponytail. faith and I in meth, Hope's new braces also helped nail the icon. We were the prototype of wholesomeness and American English purity. The final jot was Leslie Townes Hope borrowing her dad's station wagon, which we filled with suitcase to finish the mirage.

We actually added a brace trivial props to the whole quite a little, not to mention a twain little item Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll cum to those later 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 boys were out for dinner party so we waited outside in the place wagon for about ½ an time of day before the school bus with the cowhand came back from a local kinsfolk dining compartment. We got out of the car and followed mum's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of town on the hood of the car and bent grass over to say it. She made every intent on facing the school bus as it unloaded its loading of the Creston Cougars. The coach of the team counted out the boy as mamma pretended to fret over the map.

"Oh dear oh dear, I just cant name these things out for the life of me ”, mum exclaimed out loud.

The bus turned his head as he counted towards the spokesperson and almost did a two-baser take when he saw mommy. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her tight fitting blouse. He just couldn't seem to connect a nun to big tits.

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

"Oh no Mother Blessed Virgin Margaret Helen of Troy ! ”, organized religion exclaimed in counterfeit shock.

mom shot the red-header 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 ply us with succor in this hour ”, 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 our church service ”, Hope sighed.

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

"apology me, Sister ”, the omnibus said walking up to us,"I couldn't avail but take in"

"Mother, “, Momma corrected,"female parent Mary Margaret Helen, of Saint Jezebel schooling for the Future Brides of Christ"

That was a prissy sense of touch. conical buoy in training.

"A delight to meet you Mother Virgin Mary Margaret. I'm the private instructor of the Creston high gear puncher"

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indians ”, I said in pinched voice, honking a snort of a jape at the end and straightening my fake trash with a finger.

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

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

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

"we have come all the way from Utah to vie and can not observe the church we are supposed to arrive at offset thing in the cockcrow, and the miss so desperately have been trying all year to be their best."

"well, I am a unknown here myself, so I don't live how much help I can be ”, the omnibus said sadly.

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

mummy took his hand in hers and pressed it to her chest 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 lambs, give this man the effectiveness to aid us ”, she said looking up to the sky., hand held firmly against her in an act of despair from Momma.

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

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

Momma is an old script at this and she pressed her body right up to the neural tutor. She mashed her big boobs right hand into the tutor, and since she had 2 inches on him and was wearing three column inch sin ; she was squeezing her bust right into his face.

"praise jesus ! Praise Deliverer ! ”, Faith exclaimed.

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Leslie Townes Hope lisped.

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

This had the omnibus with his back to the school bus and we three daughter stepped softly to just out of his stock of batch. The son were mulling around the bus bored, but a couple of them were jostling each other and pointing at ma'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 Saame by lifting her skirt and then rubbing her finger up her bare puss. She then stuck that Lapp finger's breadth in my mouth and I sucked it like a little cock. Hope also did the same, but she raised her wench with one hand and squeezed one of her tit with other.

The Cowboys definitely appreciated this, and the high schooltime boys were nudging each other and pointing. They didn't know what to think. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his private parts like he was facefucking a pantomime girl, that got a jape fro all of them.

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

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

"Such language ! ”, mama said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry Mother The Virgin, teen boys just call for a secure hand, I sometimes just misplace my tongue ”, the omnibus apologized.

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

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

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

The three of us then turned our backs on the male child, but our show wasn't over yet. Faith and hope had now flanked me, and let their plaything slip out of their school sport jacket arm into their hands.

Both Faith and Hope now had a dildo in their deal, 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 toy dog into both of my holes, I gripped their backs for leveraging as they the two impostor turncock pushed into me. faith was in my ass and Hope's"tool"in my puss. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 understructure from their coach's back.

The guys were losing their diddlyshit, but in that paralyzed way. None of them could believe what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alarm the motorcoach who would have killed the view. The girl fucked me for about 2 proceedings, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. tinker's dam, and I was really getting into it as well.

trade good thing we did though, as Momma's beguilement of finding the church was coming to an end. The even funnier thing was, she was making him scour the map to giver her directions to the church we went to every Sunday.

"Oh thank you form sir, the Lord will truly bless you for your boundless forgivingness ”, Momma said squeezing his manus back against her breast.

"Wasn't nada, just skilful ole fashioned Texan hospitality ”, the omnibus blushed again.

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

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

"Oh it was nix like that, I am a Bride of Christ, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in sure pleasures,"she smiled taking out a mickey flaskful from her trousers.

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

"God bless you sir ”, mum smiled.

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

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

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

"For ignominy sir, these are Brides of the Nazarene 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 Scripture belt was probably a aim just the ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for second dead reckoning you ma'am, I just don't want the boys getting any fool notions in their forefront ”, the omnibus blushed.

"I assure you, these girls are above reproach and are from the fine stock in this dandy body politic of ours ”, Momma said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her dickens out ”.

Another malevolent spotlight from Faith.

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

"Plus the girls need to recitation their outspoken study, and I'm sure your boys would be a rapt consultation for uplifting hymn"

"I reckon your right hand, hearing the Creator good words would certainly steel their prickle for tomorrows big biz"

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

"Now girls, go unpack your matter and designate these unseasoned brave men the word of our Lord and Saviour."

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

The coach then marched the son off to their way, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a fixture frequenter here, I had managed to wheedle this deal. We needed enough distance away from the motorbus's elbow room for him to not hear anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a gold rush box we had already set up. We slapped in a huge casette magnetic tape with 4 time of day of female child choir singing. Plus the machine was made to play the early side when one position was done. So essentially we had eight hours of praising Jesus to waft in through the bulwark to next door.

We then stripped out of to the highest degree of our geek garb, and into slutty schoolgirl garb instead. Gone were the impostor glasses and braid, gone also were bra too. We smoked a articulation and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next door where the coach was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh coach, your tongue is making screeching out the holiest of holy ! ”, I heard my Momma's cry from next door.

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

"biz prison term madam ”, I said to hope and Faith.

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

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

The three of us stood outdoor their door and prepped each other for a second. I undid a distich to a greater extent buttons on my top. Faith ripped off a match inch from her skirt. Leslie Townes Hope put on a dog collar with the word"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The way went instantly understood and a mates seconds later, the door opened an offspring man with freckles poked his psyche out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his heart bugged out. Faith dangled a Phoebe of beer from an empty basket ( the sixth beer in her hand. I just jutted my breast proudly forward.

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We can engage 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 disengage joints and soon the place was hopping.

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

I found myself dancing between a twain guys to some hip hop, and they grinded deep into me. They were hard through their pants. Naturally they took off their shirts because how gross out stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn nice physical structure on them too. Hot Thomas Young ripped flesh, Yummy.

organized religion was getting the Saami, but she pulled away and made a quick dash back to our room for the residual of the beer, seeing as our plan had worked.

The boys kept grinding into me as we danced. They would drive the reefer between my back talk for a drag, or make me slurp down some beer. Hope was getting the same treatment too, and by the time religious belief got back the boys were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big nipple were out I had two mouths sucking my pap and a tongue down my throat. hands were gripping my ass, and a couplet of fingers was probing deep in my snatch. Pot and tequila always realize me horny and the expectancy of this gangbang was driving me wild

Hope was on her knee joint when I was given a chance to breathe. The Goth female child had a cock in her mouth and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his meat waiting his turn. faith was on one of the two seam. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red grab. She had a adorable grin on her face.

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

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

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

With that I was grabbed by a dozen paw and picked up and carried command overhead and laid down on the bed beside Faith. The male child then pushed the two bed 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 young men. I had never seen so much dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the mountain lion didn't bring out the entire team. At most we fucked a XII guy cable. Even at the Zebra Club, my disc ( and that was sharing with other young lady ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the liberal gangbang I would have untill I left gamey school.

I almost squirted.

The cowhand were not pernicious about it either. Soon each of us girls in our sinful trinity had a football jock between their thighs pushing their meat into us. Another would add up along side of one of us and stick their peter in our mouth.

The son would pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the other guys Big cocks footling dick, fat cocks and cheeseparing cocks all banged into me that night. Their hands kept squeezing my titmouse and I couldn't really see much of the natural process going on around me with a dick in my mouth almost of the time.

The few times I did get up for air for a span arcminute break, I I could front over and see Faith and Hope with their infantry pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few pull of a articulate. Then another guy would come along and push me back on to my book binding and spread my second joint wide.

It was vivid. I lost numeration at around the 7th incumbrance of cum that was dumped into me and about my 3rd swallow of seed. There was a diminished pool of cum forming between my ass impudence at the overabundance of it all.

Shocking to a cock queen such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 times ( and ony around the truly thicker dicks ). Normally the sentiment of multiple cocks was enough to send me close to the bound. I imagine it was the deficiency of mental imagery in post combined with no action with any of the other lady friend ; that and the guys were more like a wagon train then a bang.

This went on for at to the lowest degree 3 60 minutes the assembly line fucking. It was really fun it just wasn't as raunchy as I hoped it would be. I was just wondering if these hombre were ever going to terminate as we would own get home and actually get some shut eye in lodge to not be tired for tomorrow's big game either.

That's when the horse arrived.

The party for some reason 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 room access. The brightness went off and so did the video tv camera. All was quiet. The door creaked afford and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

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

Now she was dressed up in full slutty cowgirl attire. thigh high fuck me boots in Patrick Victor Martindale White leather with tassles. A flannel string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim down white smash with a duet of toy charge plate gas in holsters and a big Theodore Harold White cowboy hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! Holy shit ! Look at those tits ! Shit her pussycat is bare ! That's one sexy beef !"came the many whoops from the boys as ma strode in confidently.

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

mum dropped to her knee right away and pushed her mamilla destitute of the barely there bikini top.

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

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

mama was in blossom bod tonight and soon she had a circle of male child around her. She would bob her head up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more. Then she would switch to another shaft and double treat another pair with her mitt. She was a twirl dervish of slurping and sucking.

The cowpuncher's had pretty much forgotten about this when Momma arrived. Boys and shiny affair after all. And who could blame them, we were dirty school little girl ; momma was a walking talking porno movie.

"Make some room chickies ”, mammy called on as she took a dick in each helping 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 cat stand on the bed so she could take up them off while riding the first.

Momma went crazy on the boy riding them heavily, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every jabbing. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched Momma go crazy. Some hombre came to roleplay with our breast, but their middle were clearly on Momma.

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

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

As we left I looked back and saw mum on her spine. A cock deep in her puss, a tool in her mouth, two rooster in her paw and another fucking her tits. Five guy rope. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us home. Not once did he ask about the olfactory sensation of liquor and pot and sweat and spunk. He had been dating me foresightful 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 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 own 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 DOE to even spend a penny it to the bed. She was still wearing her fuck me boots, but nothing else.

To my bully relief, the video camera from the company was there as well on the flooring beside the lounge. I took the mag tape and put it in the vcr to catch while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang appearance from hold up Nox. And a lot of obtuse commentary from the son. mass of whooping and hollering etcetera. The mag tape would randomly cut out and there were different prison term impression 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 Momma showed up and let it roll.

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

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

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

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


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

The three of us were in prime form and the relief of the team keep our intent zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston Cowboys though. While the Cougars rushed onto the field of battle led by Chet to the roar of the crew ; the puncher kinda just jogged out. Their coach-and-four 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 Madonna as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

Hell, it wasn't even fair.

The Cowboys had a beneficial low quarter, struggled through the secondment. But when they came back for the minute half, they were toast.

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

When the clock ran out I swear the entire school rushed the field of view. It was a madhouse. Chet was buoyed up on the backs of his team and the trophy was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our motorcoach got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty amazing

Chet climbed down and pushed through his admirers to discover me struggling to get to him. He picked me up and twirled me in the air before planting a wet buss 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 script tended to mill around mind you.

George offered his dwelling as a party pad for the squad. Chaperoned by a few respectable parents like himself, mamma and the sermoniser wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty wild and we all got drunk and crazy. Lots of the guys had lady friend there so no orgies broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girl home. When the last of the female child went home some of the bozo came back.

That's when the bacchanalia started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last bare company with the panther. But this fourth dimension Momma and George VI, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The party went into the wee hours as the endure of the son grew tired from fucking all our holes.

In the end the last fuckers standing were Momma, myself, Faith, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering loss knowing this was the hold up seat she and Beeder were together.

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

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

Go Cougars !