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

The year was now 1990 and the 1880s were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life-time for a couple more geezerhood, but it was in it's destruction throes. Cassette tapes were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new matter. And I was half a twelvemonth away from graduating.

The residual of the year was mostly sedate for the most part ; Beeder's departure for some understanding took the malarkey out of our wildness. Don't get me damage, I was still fucking up a violent storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new plots or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty engaged with my unchanging of stud poker and fornicatress anyways.

Leslie Townes Hope was a train wreck, the shoemaker's last thing a goth needs is something to actually have a legitimate gripe about. Where once she mostly wore mordant, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as Captain. We were not changing the schooling colouration to melanise on mordant for any reason. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would train off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought folks domicile.

The only if exclusion was the monthly football gangbang, where she still limited her persona to cocksucking now. She was like a sexual camel, swallowing sufficiency cum to conclusion her another month.

religious belief was Faith, 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 jealous of her heartache ”, she said puffing on the always at hired man marijuana cigarette as we lounged in my bed.

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

"I'm green-eyed because"she sighed,"I've never had someone to fuck enough to work me feel that way."

I suppose that was true. Faith knew only three form of men ; ones that wanted her pot, some that wanted her cunt, and some that wanted both. I always thought of religion as a contrary Patti ; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought organized religion was a confidential Lesbian with me as her"girlfriend"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The verity was just a tad bit more sad. Faith had just never been in love.

Jan turned to February, February into March, and border district into April.

I continued working my two jobs, doing my drudging oeuvre for school council, leading the cheerleader team, dating my wonderful boyfriend and still putting out regularly for a very diminished Mexican valium of men. In curt all was well.

In April promise finally came out of her Casimir Funk during our monthly football gangbang. One moment she was sucking rooster and the future moment she was lying on the flooring of the almost finished swimming pond taking cock in her slit and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was time to slowly be active on. It was wonderful to let her back. The three of us even decided we were going to go to the Mexican Riviera for an entire month after school 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 beshrew nigh.

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

I was in an insane flurry of bodily process then so my sex life officially ended. As Class President I had to help coordinate the Prom, as chieftain of the Cheerleading team I had to format pep rallies. Final exams were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the fun offs so there were a shit load of plot to perform at. It was in high spirits school madness.

I had gone nearly three weeks without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston Cowboys came looming in a few days. The cowman were a killer whale squad, they had crushed all foeman on their way to this final plot and the Cougars had barely managed to tie the series off by scant level to get it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each other at plot pretty much at this point in time, or maybe a sporadic couple 60 minutes 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 clip was spent with him.

He was a shipwreck, the catamount had choked in the terminal two time of year just trying to reach out the final. This was the first metre in 6 year that they were playing a State Champion game. If he won, he would leave this school a hero and a huge football encyclopedism just dangling before his heart. He just didn't think the painter had adequate parkway left, that the cowpuncher had crushed the finally of their stamina in the stopping point game.

This meant the creation to Chet, and since Chet meant the earthly concern to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and pads on accusation onto the field myself, and my bouncing on the pursuit doing gripe wasn't going to intimidate them either.

But there was one thing I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into enfeeblement. Our monthly political party with the football team were always a few solar day 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 grounds jitney tell atheletes not to receive sex before a big biz, I just wish they would take heed sometimes.

I explained to my sisters-in-sin Faith and Leslie Townes Hope my oh so cunning plan at my home just a couple of days before the Big Game.

The backing was to be a home secret plan so the Cowboys were coming to our town. They would make it the nighttime before and then come and crush our ambition of winning the trophy. I was to have none of it, so we had to formulate a plan fast.

The rodeo rider were staying at the very same No Tell Motel that I typically got my screwing on with Patti and George. That was in force news because I knew where and when, the bad news was that they had war hawk of a chaperone in their autobus. He needed to be eliminated.

The jailbait function wasn't going to exploit on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to deal out with their coach. A way that would leave us all Nox with the boy. It would have to be one hell of a distraction.

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

"How ‘ bout ya young lady let me address this here sitshy-waytion ”, Momma drawled in her thickly Texan accent.

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

"Aint no thing. I fer one am tired of them cowpoke lording the backing, it would be my pleasure “, mum eagerly retorted.


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

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

"Big Tits 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 ”, Hope concurred in her droll fashion.

"I might shatter your slight skull if ya'll don't mind your mouths ”, 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 cheese and nibbling on muddle. Getting past a born again coach to screw our archway rivals, was turning into a prominent pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed check and that would more then belike find us quite literally in a compromising position.

Momma wandered back in from our living room ( all of 5 substructure away in a doublewide ) and said she got an estimate from one of her"tv stories ”. Hope rolled her eyes and winced as organized religion stomped on her foot. At this point I didn't forethought what the heck it was, as zip 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 musical theme was ridiculous, something that could only crop in situation comedy, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scam and antic when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by pretty girls.

Momma was going to act as the region of a nun, taking us 3 religious school girls on a head trip across the country. We would just fall out to be staying the Nox at the hotel. In her office as our chaperone she would distract the male child chaperone.

mommy was convincingly comical in her turnout. Not the wax nun penguin suit, just the universally recognized melanise and white wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made certainly her blouse was tucked in supererogatory tight to still establish off her G cupful. As try as one might, ace oculus would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us young lady were dressed as school girls, not our standard slutty ones but actually severe 1. Mostly. mommy borrowed a pair schoolgirl sports jacket from work and spent the day sewing some generic wine tip she bought from the sewing depot in Town into slutty schoolgirl sports 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 twain of glasses. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing liaison the entire meter I had known her. Naturally I decided to travel along courting and borrowed some fake horn rimmed meth from one of Momma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair's-breadth back straightaway and into a neat tight ponytail. Faith and I in glasses, Hope's new braces also helped dispatch the figure of speech. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American language purity. The final touch was hope borrowing her dad's station wagon, which we filled with travelling bag to finish the mirage.

We actually added a twosome little props to the solid bargain, not to cite a twain little item mum and I added on our own secretly, but I'll semen 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 dark came and the fun started.
We knew the male child were out for dinner so we waited outside in the place black Maria for about ½ an hr before the school bus with the Cowboys came back from a local anaesthetic family diner. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

momma went and laid out a map of Town on the tough of the car and bent over to read it. She made every design on facing the school bus as it unloaded its consignment of the Creston puma. The passenger vehicle of the team counted out the boys as mommy pretended to fray over the map.

"Oh dear oh dearest, I just slang figure these affair out for the biography of me ”, mommy exclaimed out loud.

The motorbus turned his foreland as he counted towards the voice and almost did a replicate take when he saw Momma. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her tight trying on blouse. He just couldn't seem to tie a nun to big tits.

"Oh dear fille, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church service tomorrow, we may have to beat back back all they way to Utah ”, Momma said with a spectacular sigh.

"Oh no Mother Virgin Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, religion exclaimed in false shock.

Momma shot the redhead a tone, she clearly didn't like the epithet but was now stuck with it. She sighed dramatically.

"key pattern not little… Gertrude.. The Almighty shall provide us with succor in this 60 minutes ”, mommy 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 Christian church ”, Hope sighed.

Nobody ever closed a church service 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, babe ”, the charabanc said walking up to us,"I couldn't help but overhear"

"Mother, “, Momma corrected,"mother Mary Margaret Helen, of Saint Jezebels School for the Future Brides of Christ"

That was a squeamish touch. nun buoy in training.

"A delight to meet you Mother Blessed Virgin Margaret. I'm the motorcoach of the Creston High cowpoke"

"Isnt that thome thort of football game theam ”, Hope said adding a screaming lisp.

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indians ”, I said in rhinal voice, honking a snigger of a joke at the end and straightening my fake meth with a finger.

"Shush young lady, or you get the paddle ! ”, Momma 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 ‘ sinlessness'

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

"wellspring, I am a stranger here myself, so I don't know how much assistance I can be ”, the coach said sadly.

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

mamma took his hand in hers and pressed it to her breast in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the coach to her. He kinda sputtered as he could feel his arm pressed up to her behemoth rack.

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

"Oh lord above us, we are but lost dear, open this man the speciality 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 good at them ”, the coach sheepishly said.

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

Momma is an old helping hand at this and she pressed her body right up to the nervous coach. She mashed her big boob right hand into the coach, and since she had 2 in on him and was wearing three in hells ; she was squeezing her binge rightfulness into his face.

"extolment Deliverer ! extolment jesus ! ”, Faith exclaimed.

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, hope lisped.

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

This had the motorbus with his backbone to the school bus and we three young woman stepped softly to just out of his line of sight. The boys were mulling around the bus bored, but a couple of them were jostling each other and pointing at mom's butt which was bent over facing them.

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

faith did the same by lifting her skirt and then rubbing her fingerbreadth up her bare slit. She then stuck that same finger in my sass and I sucked it like a petty cock. Hope also did the same, but she raised her dame with one paw and squeezed one of her dope with other.

The Cowboys definitely appreciated this, and the high school boys were nudging each former and pointing. They didn't know what to call up. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his genitalia like he was facefucking a pantomime little girl, that got a jest fro all of them.

"Hey, quit fucking around ”, the passenger car said turning.

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

"Such speech communication ! ”, mummy said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry Mother Mary, stripling male child just postulate a warm mitt, I sometimes just lose my tongue ”, the omnibus 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.

religion shoot an evil spirit back, then smiled"innocently ”.

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

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

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

The two young woman then proceeded to labour these toys into both of my holes, I gripped their cover for leverage as they the two fake stopcock pushed into me. religious belief was in my ass and Hope's"dick"in my pussycat. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 feet from their coach's back.

The guy wire were losing their diddlysquat, but in that paralyzed way. None of them could believe what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alarm the coach who would have killed the view. The girls fucked me for about 2 minutes, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. tinker's dam, 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 shady matter was, she was making him scour the map to giver her focussing to the church we went to every Sunday.

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

"Wasn't nothing, just sound 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 female parent Mary, it wouldn't feel right taking money from a nun"

"Oh it was nada like that, I am a Bride of Saviour, that doesn't mean value I can't indulge in certain pleasures,"she smiled taking out a mickey flask from her trousers.

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

"God bless you sir ”, Momma smiled.

"But that still leaves my male child ”, four-in-hand sighed,"I need to keep an eagle eye on them till lights out, you know how boys can get."

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

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

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

The charabanc did look a touch embarrassed by this. irregular guessing a nun in the Holy Writ belt was probably a straight ticket to Beezelbub to many.

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

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

Another evil glare from Faith.

The double-decker hummed and hawed,"I don't know."

"Plus the young lady need to practice their vocal work, and I'm sure your son would be a rapt audience for uplifting hymns"

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

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

"Now girls, go unpack your things and designate these young brave men the word of honor of our Godhead and Saviour."

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

The tutor then marched the boys off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a steady supporter here, I had managed to inveigle this deal. We needed plenty distance away from the motorbus's way 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 hours of girlfriend choir singing. Plus the machine was made to play the other side when one position was done. So essentially we had eight hours of praising Redeemer to waft in through the bulwark to next door.

We then stripped out of almost of our eccentric attire, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the fudge meth and braids, gone also were bandeau too. We smoked a stick and had a beer while we waited for our cue from future door where the coach was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh coach, your tongue is making thigh-slapper out the holiest of holy place ! ”, I heard my mammy's cry from next door.

I looked at my watch. 15 minutes. She had gone from nun to slut modal value in disc meter, and it sounded like our coach wasn't complaining one bit either.

"Game sentence ladies ”, I said to Bob Hope and Faith.

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

You could pick up the male child before you could see them. They were sharing a duple elbow room, but they were inside whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood outside their door and prepped each early for a second. I undid a couple more release on my top. organized religion ripped off a distich column inch from her wench. Leslie Townes Hope put on a dog neckband with the word"slovenly woman"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly soundless and a couple seconds later, the door opened an young man with lentigo poked his head out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his eye bugged out. Faith dangled a quintet of beer from an empty ring ( the sixth beer in her hand. I just jutted my titty proudly forward.

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

"Hey hombre, it's the Catholic miss ! ”, lentigo said leading us in.

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

"And we brought beer ! ”, I said raising another 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 dyad twelve more. Not to cite the tequila.

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

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

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

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

They turned on the tune and soon the beer was flowing free and even. religious belief even passed out a few liberal joints and soon the place 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 pants. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn squeamish bodies on them too. Hot Pres Young ripped bod, Yummy.

faith was getting the like, but she pulled away and made a prompt dash back to our room for the rest of the beer, seeing as our plan had worked.

The son kept grinding into me as we danced. They would force the juncture between my lips for a drag, or make me slurp down some beer. promise was getting the same discourse too, and by the meter religious belief got back the boys were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big boob were out I had two sassing sucking my nipples and a tongue down my throat. workforce were gripping my ass, and a couplet of fingers was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always create me turned on and the prevision of this gangbang was driving me wild

Hope was on her knees when I was given a opportunity to pass off. The tyke girl had a pecker in her sass and was jerking off two hombre. Another beat his meat waiting his turn. Faith was on one of the two beds. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red bit. She had a lovely smiling on her face.

I was pushed to my knees and was soon surrounded in dick, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big ones, trivial one, fat single, cheeseparing ace. I would jerk off a couple while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in prick heaven.

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

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

With that I was grabbed by a dozen script and picked up and carried budget items and laid down on the bed beside religious belief. The boys then pushed the two bottom 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 Cy Young men. I had never seen so much dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the entire squad. At almost we fucked a dozen hombre. Even at the Zebra gild, my phonograph recording ( and that was sharing with other girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the cock-a-hoop gangbang I would have untill I left gamey school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not elusive about it either. Soon each of us fille in our unholy trinity had a football jock between their thighs pushing their meat into us. Another would come along face of one of us and gravel their turncock in our mouth.

The boys would quid away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the other hombre Big prick piffling cocks, fat dick and skinny stopcock all banged into me that night. Their hands kept squeezing my tits and I couldn't really see much of the action going on around me with a dick in my mouth most of the time.

The few times I did fall up for air for a couple min break, I I could attend over and see Faith and Hope with their feet pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few drags of a joint. Then another guy would derive along and push me back on to my back and facing pages my thighs wide.

It was intense. I lost count at around the 7th load of cum that was dumped into me and about my 3rd drink of ejaculate. There was a lowly pool of cum forming between my ass cheeks at the excess of it all.

Shocking to a pecker fairy such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 time ( and ony around the truly thicker dick ). Normally the thought process of multiple cocks was enough to transport me close to the sharpness. I imagine it was the lack of resourcefulness in positions combined with no action mechanism with any of the former miss ; that and the guy were more like a train then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 hours the assembly descent shag. It was really fun it just wasn't as raunchy as I hoped it would be. I was just wondering if these bozo were ever going to cease as we would give birth get base and actually get some shut eye in order to not be tired for tomorrow's big game either.

That's when the horse cavalry arrived.

The 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 door. The lights went off and so did the video recording camera. All was quietly. The door creaked open and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

"hullo boys, ya'll got some elbow room for another horny gal ? ”, came mom'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 slutty cowgirl garb. second joint high fuck me reboot in Theodore Harold White leather with tassles. A white string two-piece top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slenderize white belt with a couple of toy charge plate gas in holsters and a big whitened cowboy hat. Nothing else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! Holy shit ! facial expression at those tits ! prick her snatch is bare ! That's one sexy cunt !"came the many whoops from the boy as ma strode in confidently.

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

mammy dropped to her stifle right away and pushed her pap exempt of the barely there bikini top.

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

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

mommy was in prime material body tonight and soon she had a circle of boys around her. She would bob her header up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more. Then she would switch to another cock and treble treat another couple with her custody. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The cowherd's had pretty much forgotten about this when Momma arrived. Boys and shiny things after all. And who could blame them, we were marked-up schooltime girl ; mama was a walking talking porn movie.

"Make some way chickies ”, Momma called on as she took a shaft in each hired man and led them to the bed.

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

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

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

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

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her back. A rooster deep in her pussycat, a cock in her mouth, two cocks in her custody and another fucking her bosom. Five guys. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us habitation. Not once did he ask about the smell of booze and pot and sweat and punk. He had been dating me long enough to know I'd give him all the particular later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a slut. Is it any inquire why I married him ?

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

Momma had made it home some time in the wee hours and was passed out on the sofa, having had no energy to even make it to the bed. She was still wearing her fuck me the boot, but zippo else.

To my great embossment, 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 show from last Nox. And a lot of dim commentary from the male child. Lots of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tapeline would randomly cut out and there were different fourth dimension tender for when the photographic 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 Bob Hope's cum guzzling though.

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

mamma did indeed give birth a barbarian night. She took on those son every which way. She was crazy hungry for cocks. She would skim off for them to fuck her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and keep sucking. The guys would dump a warhead in her and she would fight 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 clumsy dp's.

The television camera would always soar up in after a guy blew a lading in her or on her to depend at her creampie or it glistening on her hide. It was kinda hot.

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


The secret plan came and the bleachers were filled. It was the game for the age for us.

The three of us were in prime soma and the residual of the team go on our spirits zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston cowpoke though. While the panther rushed onto the theater of operations led by Chet to the roar of the gang ; the cowhand kinda just jogged out. Their motorcoach looked like he was nursing a vast katzenjammer too.

I would wish 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 cowherd had a well 1st tail, struggled through the s. But when they came back for the bit one-half, they were toast.

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

When the clock ran out I swear the entire school rushed the theater. 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 four-in-hand got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty awesome

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

"I love you baby !"Chet told me

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

George VI offered his home as a party pad for the team. Chaperoned by a few goodly parents like himself, momma and the preachers married woman Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty tempestuous and we all got drunk and nutcase. Lots of the guys had girlfriend there so no orgies broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girlfriend home. When the finale of the female child went home some of the guys came back.

That's when the binge started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last naked party with the Cougars. But this prison term Momma and George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

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

In the end the stopping point 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 place she and Beeder were together.

In any case, the Night ended with faith and I sharing a seventh cranial nerve from George I and Marcus dumping one last sperm deliverance up mamma's ass.

One week left trough commencement and the day after was the prom, our final Nox as high school girls.

Go Cougars !