Charity Casey Jones here again, sending you back in the sentence burrow to the sexploits of my marvellously misspent youth.

The year was now 1990 and the eighty were officially over. Big whisker would stubbornly cling to biography for a couple more old age, but it was in it's decease throes. Cassette tapes were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new affair. And I was half a class away from graduating.

The rest of the year was mostly sober for the most part ; Beeder's departure for some ground took the winds out of our furiousness. Don't get me untimely, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new dangerous undertaking, elaborate new plots or funky new bed buddy. I was pretty busy with my stable of stud and adulteress anyways.

promise was a train shipwreck, the last thing a goth needs is something to actually have a legitimate squawk about. Where once she mostly wore black, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as maitre d'. We were not changing the school gloss to sinister on black for any reasonableness. She no longer go down on and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought ethnic music base.

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

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

"I'm covetous of her heartbreak ”, she said puffing on the always at handwriting spliff as we lounged in my bed.

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

"I'm jealous because"she sighed,"I've never had person to have sex enough to make me feel that way."

I suppose that was on-key. religious belief 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 Faith as a contrary Patti ; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a lesbian. I just thought Faith was a underground 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.

Jan turned to February, February into borderland, and borderland into April.

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

In Apr Hope finally came out of her Funk during our monthly football gangbang. One moment she was sucking cock and the adjacent moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swimming kitty taking putz in her cunt and ass next to me. receive back Hope.

She decided her brokenheartedness was done for now and was fourth dimension to slowly act on. It was wonderful to have her back. The three of us even decided we were going to journey to the Mexican Riviera for an entire month after schooltime ended as a celebration. We even went to get our passport pic and were truly prepared.

April turned into May and the end was pretty red cent nigh.

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

I was in an insane flurry of activity then so my sex life officially ended. As Class President I had to help organize the prom, as sea captain of the Cheerleading team I had to stage pep mass meeting. Final exam were coming. And finally the mountain lion had made it to the playing period offs so there were a shit consignment of plot to do at. It was in high spirits schooling madness.

I had gone nearly three weeks without sex when the Big secret plan against the county rivals the Creston Cowboys came looming in a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. The Cowboys were a killer team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final secret plan and the Cougars had barely managed to tie the serial publication off by scant points to add it to a final game.

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

He was a shipwreck, the Cougars had choked in the end two seasons just trying to reach the final exam. This was the first time in 6 years that they were playing a State wiz game. If he won, he would leave this schooltime a hero and a huge football game scholarship just dangling before his eyes. He just didn't think the Felis concolor had sufficiency drive left, that the puncher had crushed the net of their stamina in the last game.

This meant the world to Chet, and since Chet meant the earth to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and diggings on charge onto the field myself, and my bouncing on the by-line doing kicks wasn't going to intimidate them either.

But there was one thing I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into enervation. Our monthly party with the football team were always a few days before or just after a big game. Fucking them the day or night before usually left them a bit bore and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a good reason coaches tell atheletes not to give birth sex before a big plot, I just wish they would listen sometimes.

I explained to my sisters-in-sin religion and Hope my oh so cunning plan at my home just a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before the Big Game.

The backup was to be a domicile game so the Cowboys were coming to our town. They would arrive the Night before and then come and crush our aspiration of winning the trophy. I was to have none of it, so we had to forge a plan fast.

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

The jailbait subprogram wasn't going to work on this guy, so I had to project out a way to deal with their coach. A way that would give us all nighttime with the son. It would make to be one hell of a beguilement.

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

"How ‘ bout ya daughter let me handle this here sitshy-waytion ”, mommy drawled in her chummy Texan accent.

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

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


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

"That still does very lilliputian to actually accomplishing our goal :, Hope reminded us.

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

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

"I might shatter your petty skull if ya'll don't beware your sassing ”, Momma teased.

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

The three of us fille went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on pickles. Getting past a born again autobus to screw our arch rivals, was turning into a grownup pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed tab and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

mamma wandered back in from our living room ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an melodic theme from one of her"tv report ”. Hope rolled her optic and winced as faith stomped on her foot. At this dot I didn't care what the heck it was, as nothing had come to us.

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

mammy's idea was preposterous, something that could only work in sitcoms, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scams and caper 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 play the part of a nun, taking us 3 spiritual school little girl on a trip across the rural area. We would just occur to be staying the night at the hotel. In her role as our chaperone she would distract the boys chaperone.

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

The rest of us girls were dressed as school girls, not our standard slutty 1 but actually life-threatening 1. Mostly. Momma borrowed a couple schoolgirl sports jacket from work and spent the day sewing some generic crown she bought from the sewing depot in town into slutty schoolgirl blazer she borrowed from the Zebra lodge where se worked as an exotic dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, trust even surprised me by bringing out a twosome of glasses. The redhaired hike had been secretly wearing contacts the total clock time I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow suit and borrowed some fake horn rimmed methamphetamine from one of mama's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back straight and into a bully tight ponytail. religion and I in glasses, Hope's new braces also helped complete the ikon. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American whiteness. The final exam touch was promise borrowing her dad's post coaster wagon, which we filled with suitcases to fetch up the mirage.

We actually added a couple little props to the entirely flock, not to mention a match little details ma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll come to those by and by as I feel I've already given up a lot of the goodies. We rehearsed and prepared and our room was rented. The night came and the fun started.
We knew the male child were out for dinner so we waited outside in the station police wagon for about ½ an hour before the school day bus with the cowherd came back from a local kinsperson dining car. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of town on the exhaust hood of the car and bent over to say it. She made every intent on facing the school bus as it unloaded its load of the Creston painter. The passenger vehicle of the team counted out the boys as Momma pretended to grate over the map.

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

The four-in-hand turned his head as he counted towards the voice and almost did a two-base hit 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 fitting blouse. He just couldn't seem to connect a nun to big tits.

"Oh beloved lady friend, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church tomorrow, we may have to push back back all they way to Utah ”, mama said with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no mother Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, organized religion exclaimed in talk through one's hat shock.

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

"sweat not little… Gertrude.. The Maker shall provide us with succor in this hour ”, mom 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 ”, Hope sighed.

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

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

"Mother, “, ma corrected,"Mother Madonna Margaret Helen, of Saint jezebel school day for the future St. Bridget of Christ"

That was a nice spot. conical buoy in training.

"A pleasance to meet you mother Mary Margaret. I'm the coach of the Creston High puncher"

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indians ”, I said in nasal bone vocalism, honking a snort of a laugh at the end and straightening my fake chicken feed with a finger.

"Shush girls, or you get the boat paddle ! ”, Momma 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 difficulty, mother ? ”, the manager asked smiling at our ‘ innocence'

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

"Well, I am a alien here myself, so I don't know how much help I can be ”, the charabanc said sadly.

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

Momma 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 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, give this man the specialty 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 await at the map, I've always been good at them ”, the coach-and-four 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.

ma is an old hand at this and she pressed her body right up to the nervous passenger vehicle. She mashed her big boobs right into the coach, and since she had 2 inches on him and was wearing three in hells ; she was squeezing her bust right into his face.

"extolment Jesus ! kudos the Nazarene ! ”, trust exclaimed.

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

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

This had the coach with his back to the schoolhouse bus and we three girl stepped softly to just out of his line of slew. The boys were mulling around the bus bored, but a twain of them were jostling each early and pointing at mammy's butt which was knack over facing them.

I then smiled and waved at the son, they just kinda nodded and smiled back at us three"boarding schoolhouse 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 finger up her bare dent. She then stuck that Lapplander finger's breadth in my sassing and I sucked it like a piddling cock. Hope also did the Saame, but she raised her chick with one hand and squeezed one of her boobs with other.

The rodeo rider definitely appreciated this, and the high school 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 privates like he was facefucking a pantomime female child, that got a laugh fro all of them.

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

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

"Such language ! ”, Momma said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry Mother The Virgin, teenager male child just need a strong hired man, I sometimes just lose my glossa ”, 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.

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

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

The three of us then turned our cover on the male child, but our appearance wasn't over yet. Faith and Leslie Townes Hope had now flanked me, and let their toys slip out of their schooling sport jacket arm into their hands.

Both religious belief and Hope now had a dildo in their hand, 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 handwriting and rubbed the repose up and down my dent and backdoor.

The two young lady then proceeded to fight these plaything into both of my holes, I gripped their backs for purchase as they the two fake cocks pushed into me. Faith was in my ass and Hope's"gumshoe"in my pussy. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 fundament from their coach's back.

The guy were losing their SOB, but in that paralyze way. None of them could believe what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alert the coach who would stimulate killed the setting. The lady friend fucked me for about 2 minutes, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. shucks, and I was really getting into it as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God bless you sir ”, mommy smiled.

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

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

The double-decker laughed,"Leaving teen son with a bunch of stripling girl is always a disaster.

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

The coach did seem a trace embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the Bible swath was probably a direct slate to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for minute shot you ma'am, I just don't want the boys getting any fool impression in their heads ”, the double-decker blushed.

"I assure you, these girls are above reproach and are from the finest caudex in this large area of ours ”, Momma said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her Charles John Huffam Dickens out ”.

Another malevolent blaze from Faith.

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

"Plus the fille need to practice their vocal work, and I'm sure as shooting your boys would be a rapt audience for uplifting hymns"

"I reckon your right field, hearing the Lords good countersign would certainly blade their sticker for tomorrows big biz"

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

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

"Yes, ma'am"we asserted, even Hope with that odd imposter lisp.

The private instructor then marched the boy off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two elbow room between them. Being a regular frequenter here, I had managed to cajole this trade. We needed decent distance away from the handler's room for him to not discover anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a roaring box we had already set up. We slapped in a huge casette tape with 4 hours of girls choir singing. Plus the machine was made to play the other position when one English was done. So essentially we had eight time of day of praising Jesus to waft in through the paries to next door.

We then stripped out of to the highest degree of our geek attire, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the pseudo specs and braids, gone also were bandeau too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from side by side door where the coach was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh motorbus, your tongue is making screech out the holiest of sanctum ! ”, I heard my mammy's cry from next door.

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

"biz metre ladies ”, I said to Hope and Faith.

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

You could try the boy before you could see them. They were sharing a double room, but they were in spite of appearance whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood outside their door and prepped each other for a mo. I undid a yoke to a greater extent buttons on my top. religious belief ripped off a duad in from her dame. Hope put on a dog catch with the word"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly silent and a couple seconds later, the room access opened an youth man with freckles poked his head out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his eyes bugged out. organized religion dangled a quintuple of beer from an empty basket ( the sixth beer in her hand. I just jutted my boob proudly forward.

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the room access and let us in

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

There were easily 10 cat 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.

Leslie Townes Hope was relegated to bringing the cooler, and she opened at their feet. It was fully stocked with at least a couple dozen more. Not to note the tequila.

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

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

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

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

They turned on the strain and soon the beer was flowing free and even. Faith even passed out a few free joints and soon the place was hopping.

Some guy was wandering around with a telecasting tv camera, watching the hombre show off and jump and down on the bed. The air was thick with testosterone, travail and marijuana.

I found myself dancing between a duad hombre to some hip hop, and they grinded deep into me. They were hard through their trouser. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn Nice bodies on them too. Hot young ripped flesh, Yummy.

Faith was getting the Lapplander, but she pulled away and made a promptly dash back to our room for the rest of the beer, seeing as our architectural plan had worked.

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

My top was off and my big mamilla were out I had two rima oris sucking my nipples and a spit down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a pair of fingerbreadth was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always take in me horny and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me uncivilised

Leslie Townes Hope was on her knees when I was given a probability to take a breather. The goth lady friend had a dick in her mouth and was jerking off two guy. Another beat his meat waiting his number. Faith was on one of the two seam. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snatch. She had a lovely grin on her face.

I was pushed to my knees and was soon surrounded in dick, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big ones, little ones, fat ones, scraggy ones. I would hitch off a brace while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in hammer heaven.

The guy cable took turn filming us and I smiled up at the television camera when I could, or at to the lowest degree stress making sexual love ot it with my eyes.

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

With that I was grabbed by a dozen handwriting and picked up and carried command overhead and laid down on the bed beside religion. The boy then pushed the two seam together, and Leslie Townes Hope was also picked up and brought over to lie beside us.

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a elbow room full of hard horny Whitney Young men. I had never seen so a great deal prick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the integral team. At most we fucked a dozen hombre. Even at the Zebra Club, my book ( and that was sharing with other lady friend ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the biggest gangbang I would take in untill I left high school school.

I almost squirted.

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

The boys would pound sterling away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the former bozo Big cock little stopcock, fat cocks and skinny pecker 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 follow up for air for a distich minutes break, I I could see over and see organized religion and Hope with their foundation pointing at the sky as a supporter 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 issue forth along and push me back on to my rear and spread my second joint wide.

It was vivid. I lost count at around the 7th load of cum that was dumped into me and about my 3rd swallow of seed. There was a small-scale consortium of cum forming between my ass cheeks at the excess of it all.

Shocking to a shaft world-beater such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 clip ( and ony around the truly thicker dicks ). Normally the thought of multiple cocks was enough to post me close to the edge. I imagine it was the lack of imaging in positions combined with no action with any of the other girls ; that and the bozo were more like a train then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 hours the assembly crinkle fucking. It was really fun it just wasn't as raunchy as I hoped it would be. I was just wondering if these Guy were ever going to finish as we would have get family and actually get some shut eye in monastic order to not be tired for tomorrow's big game either.

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The party for some reason came to a crashing halt. The euphony went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The mutter was there was a knock at the doorway. The ignitor went off and so did the picture camera. All was muted. The doorway creaked open and a barb of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

The doorway opened and exclaims came from the boys. mommy's nun costume was gone.

Now she was dressed up in fully slutty cowgirl attire. Thigh gamy fuck me reboot in white leather with tassles. A Caucasian string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim white belt with a distich of toy plastic guns in holsters and a big white cowboy hat. cypher else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! sanctum shit ! looking at at those tits ! Shit her pussy is air ! That's one sexy beef !"came the many whoops from the boy as Momma strode in confidently.

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

Momma dropped to her human knee right away and pushed her tit discharge of the barely there bikini top.

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

The guy rope wasted no sentence taking her up on her offer.

Momma was in prime form tonight and soon she had a circle of boys around her. She would bob her head up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more. Then she would switch to another tool and three-fold dainty another dyad with her hands. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty often forgotten about this when Momma arrived. boy and shiny things after all. And who could blame them, we were marked-up schooltime girl ; mamma was a walking talking porno movie.

"shuffle some room chickies ”, Momma called on as she took a cock in each manus 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 bozo stand on the bed so she could draw them off while riding the first.

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

She rode them, took them barker style, the deeds.

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

As we left I looked back and saw mom on her back. A stopcock deep in her pussycat, a turncock in her oral cavity, two cocks in her manpower and another fucking her boob. Five cat. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us home. Not once did he ask about the scent of hard liquor and pot and fret and heart. He had been dating me foresighted 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 wise as a daisy when I woke up. I was then thankful there had been no dp or anal the dark before. There was no way I would have been cheery for the Big Game.

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

To my great alleviation, the video photographic camera from the party was there as well on the trading floor beside the couch. I took the tape and put it in the vcr to keep an eye on while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from last Night. And a lot of dim commentary from the boys. heap of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were different fourth dimension postage for when the photographic camera came went on and off. The blastoff of the three of us fucking were not the undecomposed and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

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

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

mummy did indeed make a violent nighttime. She took on those boys every which way. She was loony hungry for rooster. She would cream for them to fuck her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and hold back sucking. The guy would knock down a load in her and she would crowd him out and cry out"following ! ! ! ”.

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

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

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


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

The three of us were in prime quantity form and the rest period of the squad hold our spirits zinging.

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

I would care to say it was a hood plot. That it all came down to a hail mary as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

Hell, it wasn't even fair.

The Cowboys had a dear offset quarter, struggled through the second. But when they came back for the second 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 playing area. It was a nut house. 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 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 cheer team as we got bodied surfed. A few hands tended to hover intellect you.

George offered his home as a party pad for the squad. Chaperoned by a few hefty parents like himself, momma and the preachers 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 debauchery broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girl home. When the utmost of the girls went home some of the hombre came back.

That's when the orgy started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last naked political party with the Felis concolor. But this time Momma and George IV, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The party went into the wee time of day as the survive of the male child grew tired from fucking all our maw.

In the end the hold up fuckers standing were mamma, myself, trust, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering loss knowing this was the net place she and Beeder were together.

In any type, the night ended with Faith and I sharing a seventh cranial nerve from George VI and Marcus dumping one last sperm delivery up mommy's ass.

One hebdomad left till commencement exercise and the day after was the Prom, our terminal night as high shoal girls.

Go mountain lion !