Charity Mother Jones here again, sending you back in the clip tunnel to the sexploits of my wonderfully misspent youth.

The year was now 1990 and the 1980s were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life for a duad more age, but it was in it's death throes. Cassette tape measure were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new affair. And I was half a year away from graduating.

The rest of the year was mostly sedate for the most part ; Beeder's passing for some rationality took the current of air out of our wildness. Don't get me damage, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new game or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my stable of stud and adulteress anyways.

Leslie Townes Hope was a gearing wreck, the last affair a tike needs is something to actually have a legitimate squawk about. Where once she mostly wore fateful, she solely wore black now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my human foot down there as Captain. We were not changing the school colours to blackened on blackamoor for any reason. She no longer wet-nurse and fucked with us on weekends and would get hold of off once the dress came off anytime mamma brought family line nursing home.

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

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

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

"You're jealous of somebody'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 bed enough to construct me feel that way."

I suppose that was on-key. Faith knew only three variety of men ; ones that wanted her pot, some that wanted her cunt, and some that wanted both. I always thought of faith as a reverse Patti ; Patti was a mysterious cockslut that lived by day as a gay woman. I just thought Faith was a secret lesbian with me as her"girlfriend"and lived by day as a cockslut.. The truth was just a tad bit more sad. Faith had just never been in love.

January turned to February, February into Master of Architecture, and marching into April.

I continued working my two Book of Job, doing my drudging body of work for school council, leading the cheerleader team, dating my wonderful beau and still putting out regularly for a very belittled circle of men. In short all was well.

In April Hope finally came out of her funk during our monthly football gangbang. One second she was sucking stopcock and the side by side moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swimming pool taking cock in her pussycat and ass next to me. welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was time to slowly make a motion on. It was tremendous to possess her back. The three of us even decided we were going to travel to the Mexican Riviera for an total calendar month after shoal ended as a jubilation. We even went to get our passport picture and were truly prepared.

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

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

I was in an insane flurry of bodily process then so my sex biography officially ended. As stratum chair I had to help oneself organize the prom, as Captain of the Cheerleading team I had to arrange pep rallies. Final test were coming. And finally the Felis concolor had made it to the play offs so there were a shit loading of plot to do at. It was in high spirits schooltime madness.

I had gone nearly three week without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston rodeo rider came looming in a few Clarence Day. The cowherd were a killer whale team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final exam secret plan and the mountain lion had barely managed to tie the series off by scant level to bring it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each early at biz pretty much at this dot, or maybe a sporadic couple hour here and there. I'm a sex junkie and Chet and I never had sex, but you could tell apart I loved him crazy because all that spare time was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the painter had choked in the last-place two time of year just trying to reach the final exam. This was the first fourth dimension in 6 years that they were playing a State Champion game. If he won, he would leave this school a hero and a immense football game encyclopedism just dangling before his heart. He just didn't think the mountain lion had plenty drive left, that the cowpuncher had crushed the live on of their stamina in the last game.

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

But there was one thing I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into exhaustion. Our monthly parties with the football team were always a few daytime before or just after a big plot. Fucking them the day or Nox before usually left them a bit tired and/or sore, so they would end up losing. There's a unspoiled grounds double-decker tell atheletes not to deliver sex before a big plot, I just wish they would listen sometimes.

I explained to my sisters-in-sin Faith and Hope my oh so cunning plan at my home just a span of twenty-four hours before the Big Game.

The Championship was to be a home plot so the Cowboys were coming to our town. They would make it the night before and then fall and squelch our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to deliver none of it, so we had to formulate a design fast.

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

The jailbait procedure wasn't going to work on this guy, so I had to cipher out a way to deal with their omnibus. A way that would entrust us all dark with the boys. It would induce to be one sin of a distraction.

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

"How ‘ bout ya female child let me treat this here sitshy-waytion ”, mamma drawled in her boneheaded Texan accent.

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

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


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

"That still does very niggling to actually accomplishing our goals :, hope reminded us.

"Big Tits McGee could always taste him unconscious mind with a boobwhack ”, religion said pointing to me.

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

"I might shatter your fiddling skull if ya'll don't mind your mouths ”, mama teased.

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

The three of us daughter went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on pickles. Getting past a born again coach to have intercourse our arch rivals, was turning into a full-grown kettle of fish then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed check and that would more then in all likelihood find us quite literally in a compromising position.

mammy wandered back in from our support elbow room ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an idea from one of her"tv stories ”. Hope rolled her eyes and winced as Faith stomped on her groundwork. At this point I didn't tending what the heck it was, as nothing had come to us.

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

mummy's idea was ludicrous, something that could only work in sitcom, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scam and pranks when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by moderately girls.

Momma was going to play the function of a nun, taking us 3 spiritual schooltime girls on a stumble across the res publica. We would just befall to be staying the night at the hotel. In her function as our chaperon she would distract the male child chaperone.

Momma was convincingly risible in her outfit. Not the full nun penguin courtship, just the universally recognized calamitous and white wimple covering her psyche and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made sure her blouse was tucked in extra tight to still prove off her G loving cup. As try as one might, ones eyes would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us female child were dressed as schooling young woman, not our standard slutty I but actually serious ace. Mostly. mummy borrowed a couple schoolgirl blazers from piece of work and spent the day sewing some generic tip she bought from the sewing storage in Town into slutty schoolgirl sport coat she borrowed from the Zebra nightclub where se worked as an exotic dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, religion even surprised me by bringing out a distich of glasses. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing touch the entire time I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow case and borrowed some fake horn rimmed glasses from one of Momma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back straight and into a refined fuddled ponytail. organized religion and I in glasses, hope's new braces also helped discharge the figure of speech. We were the image of wholesomeness and American purity. The final soupcon was Hope borrowing her dad's station wagon, which we filled with suitcases to finish the mirage.

We actually added a couple on little props to the whole muckle, not to refer a couple small particular mamma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll seed 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 nighttime came and the fun started.
We knew the boys were out for dinner so we waited outside in the post wagon for about ½ an 60 minutes before the schoolhouse bus with the cowman came back from a local anaesthetic kinsperson buffet car. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of townspeople on the hood of the car and bent grass over to study it. She made every intent on facing the school bus as it unloaded its cargo of the Creston mountain lion. The coach of the squad counted out the boys as Momma pretended to grate over the map.

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

The coach turned his foreland as he counted towards the voice and almost did a threefold yield when he saw Momma. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her compressed fitting blouse. He just couldn't seem to connect a nun to big tits.

"Oh honey girls, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church building tomorrow, we may have to push back all they way to Beehive State ”, Momma said with a dramatic sigh.

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

Momma shot the red-header a look, she clearly didn't like the name but was now stuck with it. She sighed dramatically.

"worn spot not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall bring home the bacon us with relief in this hr ”, 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 down our church ”, Bob Hope sighed.

Nobody ever closed a church for not winning a choir contest, assuming church held those. But the omnibus 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 avail but overhear"

"mother, “, Momma corrected,"mother Mary Margaret Helen, of saint Jezebels schoolhouse for the Future bride of Christ"

That was a nice jot. conical buoy in training.

"A delight to encounter you Mother Mary Margaret. I'm the passenger car of the Creston High rodeo rider"

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indian ”, I said in nasal part, honking a snort of a laughter at the end and straightening my fake glasses with a finger.

"Shush girls, or you get the paddle ! ”, mommy 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 trouble, Mother ? ”, the coach asked smiling at our ‘ purity'

"we have come all the way from Utah to vie and can not find the church we are supposed to arrive at kickoff matter in the morning, and the girls so desperately have been trying all year to be their best."

"fountainhead, I am a stranger here myself, so I don't make out how a lot help I can be ”, the autobus said sadly.

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

Momma took his script in hers and pressed it to her breast in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the double-decker 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 Jehovah above us, we are but lost lamb, give this man the strength 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 safe at them ”, the tutor sheepishly said.

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

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

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

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Bob Hope lisped.

Momma broke away from the befuddled double-decker and he stepped up to the map on the hood and started trying to mull out directions. ma leant down beside him, almost over kneeling so that her bust was still dangling no more tan a substructure from his center at any given time.

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

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

religious belief did the same by lifting her doll and then rubbing her fingerbreadth up her bare slit. She then stuck that same finger's breadth in my mouthpiece and I sucked it like a little stopcock. hope also did the same, but she raised her annulus with one bridge player and squeezed one of her boobs with other.

The cowhand definitely appreciated this, and the eminent schooltime boy were nudging each early and pointing. They didn't know what to suppose. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his crotch like he was facefucking a pantomime little girl, that got a laugh fro all of them.

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

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

"Such language ! ”, Momma said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry mother Mary, teen son just require a secure handwriting, I sometimes just lose my tongue ”, the coach-and-four apologized.

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

religious belief shoot an evil expression back, then smiled"innocently ”.

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

The three of us then turned our backs on the boys, but our show wasn't over yet. organized religion and Bob Hope had now flanked me, and let their toys slip out of their school sports jacket arm into their hands.

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

The two little girl then proceeded to push these toy into both of my holes, I gripped their book binding for leverage as they the two fake cocks 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 substructure from their motorbus's back.

The guys were losing their crap, but in that paralyze way. None of them could believe what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alarm the coach who would cause killed the scene. The girls fucked me for about 2 hour, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. shucks, 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 comic matter was, she was making him scour the map to giver her directions to the church we went to every Sunday.

"Oh thank you form sir, the noble will truly bless you for your boundless kindness ”, mom said squeezing his helping hand back against her breast.

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

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

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

"Oh it was nothing like that, I am a Bride of christ, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in sure delight,"she smiled taking out a mickey flask from her trousers.

"Ha ! I guess I could get together you for a drink, that seems justly"

"God bless you sir ”, ma smiled.

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

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

The passenger car laughed,"Leaving teenager boys with a bunch of adolescent girls is always a disaster.

"For shame sir, these are Brides of Christ to be, all have taken their vows and sexual morality assurance. Plus Gertrude here is still a lesbian"

The manager did appear a touch sensation embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the Bible knock was probably a conduct just the ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for endorse dead reckoning you ma'am, I just don't want the son getting any fool notions in their headway ”, the coach blushed.

"I assure you, these female child are above reproach and are from the finest stock in this great body politic of ours ”, mom said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her dickens out ”.

Another evil spotlight from Faith.

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

"Plus the female child need to exercise their outspoken study, and I'm for sure your boy would be a rapturous hearing for uplifting hymns"

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

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

"Now girls, go unpack your things and register these untested brave men the word of our Lord and Saviour."

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

The coach then marched the boys off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a veritable patron here, I had managed to palaver this deal. We needed enough distance away from the coach's way for him to not hear anything.

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

We then stripped out of most of our geek attire, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the role player glasses and tress, gone also were bra too. We smoked a junction and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next door where the autobus was.

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

I looked at my watch. 15 moment. She had gone from nun to slut modal value in criminal record time, and it sounded like our manager wasn't complaining one bit either.

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

We cranked the mass of the choir up a bit and headed out future doorway.

You could get wind the boys before you could see them. They were sharing a double room, but they were inside whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood outside their room access and prepped each other for a 2nd. I undid a distich Thomas More push button on my top. organized religion ripped off a couple inches from her annulus. Hope put on a dog collar with the word"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The way went instantly dumb and a twosome seconds later, the threshold opened an young man with freckle poked his header out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

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

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the door and let us in

"Hey Guy, it's the Catholic female child ! ”, freckle said leading us in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They turned on the tunes and soon the beer was flowing free and even. Faith even passed out a few free 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, lather and marijuana.

I found myself dancing between a couplet guy wire 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 prissy body on them too. Hot young ripped flesh, Yummy.

religious belief was getting the same, but she pulled away and made a immediate elan back to our room for the ease of the beer, seeing as our plan had worked.

The son kept grinding into me as we danced. They would advertize the articulatio between my lips for a retarding force, or make me slurp down some beer. hope was getting the Sami treatment too, and by the clock time religion got back the boys were already pawing me..

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

Hope was on her knees when I was given a chance to breathe. The peasant young lady had a prick in her mouth and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his meat waiting his turn. trust was on one of the two beds. 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 one, little ones, fat ones, skinny one. I would jerk off a couple while sucking one, then change off to another. I was in pecker heaven.

The guy took turn take us and I smiled up at the television camera when I could, or at least time-tested making love ot it with my eyes.

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

With that I was grabbed by a XII custody and picked up and carried overhead and laid down on the bed beside religious belief. The male child then pushed the two beds together, and Hope was also picked up and brought over to lie beside us.

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a room entire of hard horny Pres Young men. I had never seen so often gumshoe in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the mountain lion didn't bring out the entire team. At most we fucked a dozen hombre. Even at the Zebra Club, my record ( and that was sharing with other girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the biggest gangbang I would own untill I left high gear school.

I almost squirted.

The cowman were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us girls in our unholy leash had a football jock between their thigh pushing their meat into us. Another would come along slope of one of us and stick their pecker in our mouth.

The boys would lb away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the early guys Big cocks little tool, fat cocks and scrawny rooster all banged into me that Night. Their deal kept squeezing my mamilla and I couldn't really see much of the action going on around me with a putz in my oral cavity most of the time.

The few clock time I did come up for air for a couple minutes break, I I could look over and see faith and Leslie Townes Hope with their human foot pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home plate at each one of them. I would bear some beer and smoke a few drags of a articulate. Then another guy would come along and crowd me back on to my back and spread my thigh wide.

It was intense. I lost count at around the 7th warhead of cum that was dumped into me and about my 3rd swallow of seed. There was a pocket-size pool of cum forming between my ass boldness at the excess of it all.

Shocking to a cock fag such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 times ( and ony around the truly thicker peter ). Normally the thought of multiple hammer was enough to send me close to the edge. I imagine it was the lack of imagination in office combined with no action with any of the former female child ; that and the guy were more like a train then a bang.

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

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The party for some intellect came to a crashing arrest. The music went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a bash at the doorway. The lights went off and so did the television photographic camera. All was quiet. The doorway creaked receptive and a shaft of brightness level from the parking lot seeped in.

"Howdy boys, ya'll got some 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. Thigh in high spirits fuck me boots in white leather with tassles. A white string bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim clean belt with a yoke of toy credit card gas in holsters and a big white cattleman hat. zero else. No panties no cap. And a smile.


"Hot hoot ! holy place shit ! looking at at those tits ! Irish bull her pussy is bare ! That's one sexy kick !"came the many whoops from the boys as mommy strode in confidently.

"Save a Cougar, ride a cowman ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, mama said firing the cap guns.

ma dropped to her genu right away and pushed her tits free of the barely there bikini top.

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

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

Momma was in choice 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 prick and doubly treat another pair with her hands. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The cowman's had pretty very much forgotten about this when Momma arrived. Boys and shiny things after all. And who could pick them, we were muddy school day young lady ; Momma was a walking talking smut movie.

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

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

mummy went nutcase 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 mammy go loony. Some guys came to spiel with our bosom, but their eyes were clearly on Momma.

She rode them, took them doggy mode, the works.

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

As we left I looked back and saw Momma on her back. A rooster trench in her pussy, a cock in her sass, two rooster in her hands and another fucking her tits. Five hombre. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us plate. Not once did he ask about the odor of booze and pot and exertion and spunk. He had been dating me long enough to have a go at it I'd give him all the details later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a trollop. Is it any inquire why I married him ?

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

mamma had made it home some clip in the wee hours and was passed out on the couch, having had no muscularity to even make it to the bed. She was still wearing her fuck me kick, but nothing else.

To my capital succour, the video camera from the party was there as well on the floor beside the sofa. I took the tape and put it in the vcr to determine while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang appearance from lowest Nox. And a lot of dumb comment from the male child. wad of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were different metre legal tender for when the camera came went on and off. The scene 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 accent on my tits and Hope's cum guzzling though.

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

ma did indeed have a uncivilized night. She took on those boys every which way. She was crazy hungry for peter. She would cream for them to fuck her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and go on sucking. The guy rope would dump a load in her and she would push him out and cry out"Next ! ! ! ”.

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

The tv camera would always soar up in after a guy blew a load in her or on her to see 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 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 eternal sleep of the team keep our spirits zinging.

The Saami couldn't be said for the Creston puncher though. While the puma rushed onto the field led by Chet to the holloa of the crowd ; the cowman kinda just jogged out. Their motorbus looked like he was nursing a immense hangover too.

I would like to say it was a tough game. 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 unspoilt maiden fourth, struggled through the second. But when they came back for the second half, they were toast.

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

When the clock ran out I swear the entire school rushed the field. It was a Bedlam. Chet was buoyed up on the binding of his team and the trophy was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our coach-and-four got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty awesome

Chet climbed down and pushed through his admirer to determine me struggling to get to him. He picked me up and swirl 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 linger nous you.

George V offered his home as a party pad for the team. Chaperoned by a few goodly parents like himself, mummy and the preachers wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty raging and we all got drunk and loony. Lots of the Guy had girlfriend there so no bacchanalia broke out. But as the Night wore on they took their girlfriends habitation. When the last of the girls went home some of the guys came back.

That's when the orgy started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our close naked party with the panther. But this time Momma and George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The political party went into the wee hours as the shoemaker's last of the son grew tired from fucking all our hole.

In the end the last fuckers standing were ma, myself, Faith, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering departure knowing this was the finish plaza she and Beeder were together.

In any pillowcase, the Nox ended with trust and I sharing a facial from George and Marcus dumping one last sperm obstetrical delivery up Momma's ass.

One calendar week left till Graduation and the day after was the promenade, our last nighttime as heights school girls.

Go painter !