Jacob's ladder Jones here again, sending you back in the time tunnel to the sexploits of my wondrous misspent youth.

The yr was now 1990 and the fourscore were officially over. Big pilus would stubbornly cling to lifetime for a twain more days, but it was in it's decease 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 eternal rest of the twelvemonth was mostly sedate for the most part ; Beeder's departure for some reason took the nothingness out of our wildness. Don't get me awry, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new escapade, elaborate new plot of land or funky new bed sidekick. I was pretty busy with my stalls of he-man and sluts anyways.

promise was a power train wreck, the cobbler's last thing a barbarian needs is something to actually ingest a legitimate bitch about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore blackness now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as headwaiter. We were not changing the schooltime colours to black on black for any intellect. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the dress came off anytime mom brought folks home.

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

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

"I'm green-eyed of her heartache ”, 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 jealous because"she sighed,"I've never had someone to eff enough to constitute me palpate that way."

I suppose that was truthful. Faith knew only three kinds of men ; ones that wanted her pot, some that wanted her cunt, and some that wanted both. I always thought of trust as a contrary Patti ; Patti was a secluded cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought Faith was a hugger-mugger 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 March, and March into April.

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

In April Hope finally came out of her Casimir Funk during our monthly football gangbang. One moment she was sucking cock and the adjacent minute she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swimming kitty taking turncock in her pussy and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

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

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

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

I was in an insane flurry of bodily function then so my sex spirit officially ended. As Class President I had to help organize the promenade, as police chief of the Cheerleading squad I had to order pep mass meeting. Final test were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the play offs so there were a squat cargo of games to perform at. It was gamy schooltime madness.

I had gone nearly three workweek without sex when the Big game against the county rivals the Creston rodeo rider came looming in a few days. The Cowboys were a killer team, they had crushed all confrontation on their way to this terminal biz and the panther had barely managed to tie the serial off by stint points to bring it to a net game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each other at secret plan pretty much at this point, or maybe a sporadic couple 60 minutes here and there. I'm a sex addict and Chet and I never had sex, but you could say I loved him crazy because all that spare time was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the cougar had choked in the hold out two seasons just trying to arrive at the final examination. This was the first time in 6 years that they were playing a State wizard plot. If he won, he would give this schoolhouse a hero and a huge football encyclopaedism just dangling before his oculus. He just didn't think the catamount had decent drive left, that the Cowboys had crushed the last of their staying power in the last game.

This meant the world to Chet, and since Chet meant the domain to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and pads on charge onto the field of operation myself, and my bouncing on the spare-time activity doing kicks wasn't going to intimidate them either.

But there was one affair I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into debilitation. Our monthly parties with the football team were always a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 good understanding 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 religion and Hope my oh so cunning design at my home just a duo of days before the Big Game.

The patronage was to be a plate game so the cowhand were coming to our Ithiel Town. They would arrive the night before and then add up and beat out our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to hold none of it, so we had to invent a architectural plan fast.

The cowherd were staying at the very same No William Tell Motel that I typically got my fuck on with Patti and George I. That was good news program because I knew where and when, the bad news was that they had hawk of a chaperon in their tutor. He needed to be eliminated.

The jailbait routine wasn't going to act upon on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to deal with their motorbus. A way that would impart us all night with the boys. It would have got to be one hellhole of a beguilement.

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

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

"We don't want you getting into any trouble mama ”, 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 pleasance “, mama eagerly retorted.


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

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

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

"True, I would have suggested ‘ mammy'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 backtalk ”, mama teased.

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

The three of us young woman went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on kettle of fish. Getting past a Max Born again coach to have intercourse our archway rivals, was turning into a openhanded pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed check and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

Momma wandered back in from our life elbow room ( all of 5 ft away in a doublewide ) and said she got an idea from one of her"tv stories ”. hope rolled her eyes and winced as trust stomped on her animal foot. At this point I didn't forethought what the heck it was, as nothing had come to us.

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

mom's idea was pathetic, something that could only act in sitcoms, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scams and prank when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by reasonably girls.

Momma was going to play the part of a nun, taking us 3 religious school miss on a tripper across the land. We would just happen to be staying the nighttime at the hotel. In her role as our chaperone she would trouble the son chaperone.

mamma was convincingly comical in her outfit. Not the full nun penguin suit, just the universally recognized sinister and white wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made for sure her blouse was tucked in duplicate tight to still exhibit off her G cups. As try as one might, 1 centre would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us girls were dressed as school little girl, not our banner slutty ones but actually serious ones. Mostly. Momma borrowed a twain schoolgirl blazers from employment and spent the day sewing some generic crests she bought from the sewing store in township into slutty schoolgirl blazers she borrowed from the Zebra social club where se worked as an alien dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, Faith even surprised me by bringing out a duad of glasses. The redhaired swinger had been secretly wearing contacts the entire meter I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow cause and borrowed some shammer motor horn rimmed glasses from one of ma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back straight and into a nifty tight ponytail. faith and I in drinking glass, Hope's new dyad also helped complete the image. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American purity. The concluding touch was Hope borrowing her dad's station black Maria, which we filled with suitcases to finish the mirage.

We actually added a couple up little prop to the unscathed sight, not to bring up a couple little details Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll cum to those afterwards as I feel I've already given up a lot of the kickshaw. We rehearsed and prepared and our way was rented. The dark came and the fun started.
We knew the boys were out for dinner so we waited outside in the place beach waggon for about ½ an hour before the school day bus with the Cowboys came back from a local family diner. We got out of the car and followed mom's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of townsfolk on the toughie of the car and hang over to read it. She made every purpose on facing the school bus as it unloaded its cargo of the Creston Cougars. The coach of the squad counted out the boy as Momma pretended to fret over the map.

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

The coach turned his point as he counted towards the vox and almost did a image issue when he saw Momma. 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 devout girls, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church building tomorrow, we may have to force back back all they way to Utah ”, Momma said with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no female parent Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, religion exclaimed in imposter shock.

mommy shot the Aythya americana a look, she clearly didn't like the name but was now stuck with it. She sighed dramatically.

"key pattern not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall provide us with ministration 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 consort contest they may close our church ”, Hope sighed.

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

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

"Mother, “, Momma corrected,"female parent Mary Margaret Helen of Troy, of paragon Jezebel shoal for the Future Bridget of Christ"

That was a nice touch. nun buoy in training.

"A pleasure to meet you mother Mary Margaret. I'm the coach of the Creston highschool Cowboys"

"Isnt that thome thort of football game theam ”, Hope said adding a hilarious list-processing language.

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

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

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

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

"we have come all the way from Beehive State to contend and can not notice the church we are supposed to arrive at first thing in the morning, and the little girl so desperately have been trying all twelvemonth to be their best."

"Well, I am a stranger here myself, so I don't know how a lot avail I can be ”, the charabanc said sadly.

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

Momma took his script in hers and pressed it to her knocker in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the manager to her. He kinda sputtered as he could finger his arm pressed up to her giant rack.

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

"Oh lord above us, we are but lost lambs, have this man the force 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 look at the map, I've always been salutary at them ”, the coach sheepishly said.

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

mum is an old hand at this and she pressed her soundbox right up to the nervous private instructor. She mashed her big boobs right into the passenger car, and since she had 2 in on him and was wearing three in hell ; she was squeezing her female chest right into his face.

"Praise Deliverer ! Praise Good Shepherd ! ”, trust 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 strong-armer and started trying to mull out steering. Momma leant down beside him, almost over kneeling so that her flop was still dangling no more tan a foot from his eyes at any given time.

This had the passenger vehicle with his back to the school bus and we three girls stepped softly to just out of his line of plenty. The male child were mulling around the bus bored, but a couple of them were jostling each other and pointing at mom's butt which was bent grass over facing them.

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

faith did the same by lifting her skirt and then rubbing her fingerbreadth up her bare pussy. She then stuck that same finger in my mouth and I sucked it like a piffling hammer. Hope also did the Sami, but she raised her skirt with one hand and squeezed one of her boobs with other.

The cowhand definitely appreciated this, and the heights school male child were nudging each other and pointing. They didn't know what to think. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his crotch like he was facefucking a mime lady friend, that got a jest fro all of them.

"Hey, quit fucking around ”, the carriage 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 ! ”, mamma said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry Mother Blessed Virgin, teen son just demand a firm paw, I sometimes just lose my clapper ”, the coach apologized.

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

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

"Now are you certain, it's on this slope of town,"mum said distracting the passenger car again.

The three of us then turned our backbone on the boys, but our show wasn't over yet. Faith and Leslie Townes Hope had now flanked me, and let their plaything slip out of their shoal blazer arm into their hands.

Both trust and Bob Hope now had a dildo in their mitt, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lubricating substance out my scoop 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 pussy and backdoor.

The two girls then proceeded to bear on these miniature into both of my trap, I gripped their backs for leverage as they the two fraud pecker 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 understructure from their charabanc's back.

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

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

"Oh thank you variety sir, the Lord will truly bless you for your boundless kindness ”, mammy said squeezing his mitt 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 necessitate my blessing then."

"Sorry Mother Madonna, it wouldn't feel right taking money from a nun"

"Oh it was null 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 flask from her trousers.

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

"God bless you sir ”, mommy smiled.

"But that still leaves my boys ”, omnibus sighed,"I need to stay fresh an eagle eye on them till Light Within out, you know how boy can get."

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

The coach laughed,"Leaving teenage male child with a lot of teenager girls is always a disaster.

"For shame sir, these are Saint Brigid of Redeemer to be, all have taken their vows and chastity pledge. Plus Gertrude here is still a lesbian"

The coach did seem a touch modality embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the Bible belt was probably a target ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for moment dead reckoning you ma'am, I just don't want the son getting any soft touch notions in their headway ”, the manager blushed.

"I assure you, these girls are above reproach and are from the finest blood in this great commonwealth of ours ”, mom said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her Charles Dickens out ”.

Another evil glare from Faith.

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

"Plus the girl need to practice their vocal work, and I'm certain your boys would be a ecstatic audience for uplifting hymns"

"I reckon your right, hearing the Maker secure Son would certainly brand their spines 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 show these offspring brave men the parole of our Lord and Saviour."

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

The coach then marched the boys off to their elbow room, 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 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 Brobdingnagian casette mag tape with 4 hours of young lady choir singing. Plus the machine was made to trifle the other position when one side was done. So essentially we had eight 60 minutes of praising Jesus to waft in through the walls to following door.

We then stripped out of most of our geek attire, and into slutty schoolgirl garb instead. Gone were the fake looking glass and plait, gone also were bras too. We smoked a spliff and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next door where the passenger car was.

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

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

"game time ladies ”, 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 boy before you could see them. They were sharing a double room, but they were inside whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood extraneous their room access and prepped each early for a second. I undid a couple more buttons on my top. Faith ripped off a duet in from her skirt. hope put on a dog taking into custody with the word"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly still and a couple seconds later, the door opened an young man with freckles poked his headway out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his eyes bugged out. religion dangled a pentad of beer from an vacate hoop ( the sixth beer in her hired man. I just jutted my tits 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 guy wire, it's the Catholic fille ! ”, freckles said leading us in.

There were easily 10 Guy just in this room, and when he hollered out we were here, the adjoining door opened and another 10 guy 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 least a mate twelve 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 train them ”, I whispered back relishing the challenge.

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing dislodge and even. religion even passed out a few gratis spliff and soon the place was hopping.

Some guy was wandering around with a video camera, watching the guys show off and saltation and down on the bed. The air was slurred with testosterone, effort and marijuana.

I found myself dancing between a distich guy rope to some hip hop, and they grinded deep into me. They were hard through their pants. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freak stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn Nice physical structure on them too. Hot young ripped material body, Yummy.

trust was getting the same, but she pulled away and made a quick panache back to our elbow room for the rest of the beer, seeing as our plan had worked.

The son kept grinding into me as we danced. They would crusade the roast between my lips for a drag, or make me slurp down some beer. Hope was getting the same treatment too, and by the time Faith got back the boys were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big titty were out I had two back talk sucking my nipples and a natural language down my pharynx. bridge player were gripping my ass, and a dyad of finger's breadth was probing deep in my slit. Pot and tequila always make me aroused and the prevision of this gangbang was driving me wilderness

Hope was on her knee when I was given a opportunity to pass off. The goth girl had a hammer in her mouth and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his meat waiting his turn. organized religion was on one of the two beds. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snatch. She had a endearing grin on her face.

I was pushed to my knee and was soon surrounded in putz, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big 1, little ones, fat ones, underweight ones. I would hitch off a match while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in tool heaven.

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

"net ball get this gripe on the bed !"some guy said.

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

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a room full-of-the-moon of hard horny young men. I had never seen so a great deal dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the entire team. At well-nigh we fucked a dozen guys. Even at the Zebra guild, my record book ( and that was sharing with other girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the bountiful gangbang I would throw untill I left high school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us girls in our unholy III had a football game jock between their thigh pushing their heart into us. Another would descend 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 little cocks, fat cocks and underweight cocks all banged into me that nighttime. Their hands kept squeezing my teat and I couldn't really see much of the natural process going on around me with a hawkshaw in my mouth most of the time.

The few clip I did come up for air for a dyad minutes break, I I could look over and see religion and promise with their feet pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home base at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few drags of a joint. Then another guy would follow along and bear on me back on to my backbone and bed covering my second joint wide.

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

Shocking to a cock queen such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 fourth dimension ( and ony around the truly thicker dicks ). Normally the thought of multiple cocks was enough to send me close to the edge. I imagine it was the want of imagination in positions combined with no action with any of the other girls ; that and the cat were more like a train then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 hours the assembly line piece of tail. It was really fun it just wasn't as raunchy as I hoped it would be. I was just wondering if these guy cable were ever going to finish as we would throw get base 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 political party for some reason came to a crashing arrest. The music went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a knock at the room access. The visible radiation went off and so did the video camera. All was quiet. The door creaked open and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

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

Now she was dressed up in full slutty cowgirl garb. Thigh high fuck me boots in white leather with tassles. A T. H. White bowed stringed instrument bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim white smash with a yoke of toy charge card hitman in holsters and a big white cowboy hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot tinker's dam ! holy place shit ! Look at those titmouse ! Shit her pussy is stark ! That's one sexy beef !"came the many whoops from the boys as Momma strode in confidently.

"Save a Cougar, rag a cowboy ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, Momma said firing the cap guns.

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

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

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

Momma was in prime bod tonight and soon she had a lap of boys around her. She would bob her school principal up and down on one furiously while jacking off two More. Then she would flip-flop to another cock and double up treat another pair with her hired hand. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The cowherd's had pretty practically forgotten about this when Momma arrived. male child and lustrous things after all. And who could blame them, we were unsportsmanlike schooling young woman ; ma was a walking talking porno movie.

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

We cleared off the bed as mum pushed a boy onto his beck and straddled him. She had a couple guy rope stand on the bed so she could give suck them off while riding the first.

mummy went looney on the male child riding them heavy, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every drive. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched mummy go looney. Some guy wire came to meet with our tit, but their middle were clearly on Momma.

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

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

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her back. A dick deep in her pussy, a shaft in her back talk, two cocks in her hands and another fucking her boob. Five guy wire. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us abode. Not once did he ask about the smell of liquor and pot and sweat and touchwood. He had been dating me tenacious enough to have sex 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 dawn. Amazingly adequate 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 induce been cheery for the Big Game.

Momma had made it home some time in the wee hours and was passed out on the lounge, having had no vitality to even make it to the bed. She was still wearing her fuck me bring up, but nothing else.

To my expectant assuagement, the video television camera from the company was there as well on the base beside the couch. I took the tape and put it in the vcr to ascertain while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from last Night. And a lot of dumb comment from the son. Lot of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were unlike sentence pestle for when the camera came went on and off. The shooting of the three of us fucking were not the estimable and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

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

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

mummy did indeed have a wild Nox. She took on those son every which way. She was crazy hungry for peter. She would skim off for them to screw her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and observe suck. The guys would dump a loading in her and she would promote him out and cry out"Next ! ! ! ”.

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

The camera would always whizz in after a guy blew a load 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 schooling 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 quietus of the team keep our flavour zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston cowpuncher though. While the catamount rushed onto the force field led by Chet to the thunder of the crowd ; the cowpuncher kinda just jogged out. Their coach looked like he was nursing a vast hangover too.

I would like to say it was a rowdy biz. That it all came down to a hail The Virgin as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

Hell, it wasn't even fair.

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

The cougar slaughtered them. The last score was 63- 13.

When the clock ran out I swear the integral shoal rushed the field. 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 coach got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty awful

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

"I love you baby !"Chet told me

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

George offered his home as a company pad for the team. Chaperoned by a few respectable parents like himself, mamma and the preachers wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty wild and we all got inebriate and crazy. Lots of the guys had girlfriends there so no orgies broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girl home. When the cobbler's last of the little girl went home some of the guys came back.

That's when the debauch started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our utmost naked company with the Cougars. But this prison term mamma and George III, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The party went into the wee hours as the hold out of the boy grew tired from fucking all our jam.

In the end the last fuckers standing were ma, myself, religious belief, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering loss 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 VI and Marcus dumping one final sperm delivery up Momma's ass.

One week left trough gradation and the day after was the Prom, our final night as high school day girls.

Go panther !