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

The yr was now 1990 and the mid-eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to life for a duo Sir Thomas More years, but it was in it's last throe. 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 sedate for the most part ; Beeder's departure for some ground took the confidential information out of our wildness. Don't get me untimely, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new escapade, elaborate new secret plan or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my horse barn of macho-man and sluts anyways.

Hope was a railroad train crash, the end thing a peasant needs is something to actually let a logical gripe about. Where once she mostly wore lightlessness, she solely wore total darkness now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as Captain. We were not changing the school colours to black on dark for any reason. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought family plate.

The solely exception was the monthly football game gangbang, where she still limited her role to cocksucking now. She was like a sexual camel, swallowing sufficiency cum to stopping point 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 Hope's depression.

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

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

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

I suppose that was true. faith knew only three kinds of men ; ace 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 occult cockslut that lived by day as a tribade. 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 march, and border district into April.

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

In April Leslie Townes Hope finally came out of her funk during our monthly football game gangbang. One here and now she was sucking turncock and the next moment she was lying on the floor of the almost finished swim syndicate taking peter in her snatch and ass next to me. welcome back Hope.

She decided her heartbreak was done for now and was time to slowly move on. It was wonderful to ingest her back. The three of us even decided we were going to travel to the Mexican Riviera for an full month after school ended as a celebration. We even went to get our passport exposure and were truly prepared.

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

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

I was in an insane fuss of activity then so my sex sprightliness officially ended. As form President I had to help mastermind the Prom, as Captain of the Cheerleading squad I had to do pep rallies. Final examination were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the swordplay offs so there were a shit consignment of games to perform at. It was eminent 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 Cowboys were a killer team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this final game and the puma had barely managed to tie the serial off by skimp points to add it to a net game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each early at games pretty much at this full point, or maybe a sporadic dyad hr here and there. I'm a sex junkie and Chet and I never had sex, but you could severalise I loved him crazy because all that spare meter was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the painter had choked in the last two time of year just trying to get hold of the final exam. This was the first base time in 6 year that they were playing a State Champion game. If he won, he would leave this school a Cuban sandwich and a vast football game eruditeness just dangling before his optic. He just didn't think the catamount had sufficiency drive left, that the cowhand had crushed the cobbler's last of their stamen in the last game.

This meant the world to Chet, and since Chet meant the humans 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 bounce on the sidelines doing beef 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 political party with the football game team were always a few twenty-four hour period 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 rationality coaches tell atheletes not to cause sex before a big game, I just wish they would mind sometimes.

I explained to my sisters-in-sin organized religion and Leslie Townes Hope my oh so cunning programme at my household just a couple of days before the Big Game.

The backing was to be a home plot so the cattleman were coming to our townsfolk. They would arrive the night before and then come and crush our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to have none of it, so we had to formulate a plan fast.

The Cowboys were staying at the very Lapp No Tell Motel that I typically got my roll in the hay on with Patti and St. George. That was good news because I knew where and when, the bad news was that they had hawk of a chaperone in their motorcoach. He needed to be eliminated.

The jailbait act wasn't going to work on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to deal with their bus. A way that would pull up stakes us all nighttime with the boys. It would have to be one Inferno of a beguilement.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

The three of us girls went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on pickle. Getting past a Max Born again coach to screw our arch challenger, was turning into a bigger pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed check and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

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

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

mum's melodic theme was ridiculous, something that could only bring in situation comedy, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious cozenage and frivolity 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 fille on a trip across the nation. We would just happen to be staying the Night at the hotel. In her theatrical role as our chaperone she would distract the male child chaperone.

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

The eternal sleep of us girls were dressed as school girls, not our stock slutty one but actually unplayful ones. Mostly. Momma borrowed a couple schoolgirl blazers from work and spent the day sewing some generic peak she bought from the sewing entrepot in town into slutty schoolgirl blazers she borrowed from the Zebra gild 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 pair of glassful. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing impinging the intact time I had known her. Naturally I decided to come after suit and borrowed some fraud automobile horn rimmed deoxyephedrine from one of mamma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our pilus back straight and into a tasteful soused ponytail. Faith and I in meth, hope's new bracing also helped complete the ikon. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American purity. The net touch was Bob Hope borrowing her dad's place beach wagon, which we filled with suitcases to eat up the mirage.

We actually added a couple little property to the whole raft, not to observe a couple little item Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll seed to those posterior 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 boy were out for dinner so we waited outside in the station waggon for about ½ an hour before the school bus with the cowboy came back from a local family dining car. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

momma went and laid out a map of town on the hood of the car and hang over to read it. She made every intent on facing the school bus as it unloaded its cargo of the Creston mountain lion. The coach of the team counted out the boy as mom pretended to fret over the map.

"Oh dear oh dear, I just cant soma these thing out for the life of me ”, Momma exclaimed out loud.

The coach turned his brain as he counted towards the voice and almost did a doubling 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 connect a nun to big tits.

"Oh dear girls, I just don't know what to do if we don't find that church tomorrow, we may have to push back all they way to Utah ”, mom said with a striking sigh.

"Oh no female parent Mary Margaret Helen of Troy ! ”, Faith exclaimed in phoney shock.

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

"sweat not little… Gertrude.. The overlord shall provide us with succour in this hour ”, Momma replied.

Ha ! Gertrude. That was funny.

"But whatever shall we do if we do not, if we don't win that consort contest they may close up our church ”, Hope sighed.

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

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

"mother, “, Momma corrected,"Mother Blessed Virgin Margaret Helen, of Saint Jezebels School for the future tense bride of Christ"

That was a nice cutaneous senses. Nuns in training.

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

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by Indians ”, I said in nasal voice, honking a hoot of a laugh at the end and straightening my fake glasses with a finger.

"Shush missy, or you get the boat paddle ! ”, Momma declared

I almost saw religious belief 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 ‘ pureness'

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

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

"Oh delight good sir"mamma said stepping right up to him,"we are in desperate motive 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 find his arm pressed up to her gargantuan rack.

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

"Oh noble above us, we are but lost Elia, impart this man the posture to aid us ”, she said looking up to the sky., manus held firmly against her in an act of despair from Momma.

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

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

mummy is an old helping hand at this and she pressed her body right up to the spooky coach. She mashed her big dumbbell right into the coach, and since she had 2 column inch on him and was wearing three inch hells ; she was squeezing her fizzle right wing into his face.

"congratulations jesus ! Praise Saviour ! ”, faith exclaimed.

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

mammy broke away from the befuddled coach and he stepped up to the map on the cap and started trying to mull out focusing. mummy leant down beside him, almost over kneeling so that her bust was still dangling no more tan a foot from his optic at any given time.

This had the coach with his back to the school day bus and we three young woman stepped softly to just out of his line of view. The son were mulling around the bus bored, but a span of them were jostling each former and pointing at mummy's hind end which was hang over facing them.

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

Faith did the like by lifting her bird and then rubbing her finger up her bare slit. She then stuck that Lapp finger in my mouthpiece and I sucked it like a little pecker. Hope also did the Sami, but she raised her skirt with one hand and squeezed one of her pinhead with other.

The Cowboys definitely appreciated this, and the high schoolhouse boy were nudging each other and pointing. They didn't know what to think. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his genital organ like he was facefucking a pantomime daughter, that got a laugh fro all of them.

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

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

"Such language ! ”, Momma said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry mother Mary, teen boy just require a strong bridge player, I sometimes just misplace my tongue ”, the bus apologized.

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

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

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

The three of us then turned our dorsum on the male child, but our appearance wasn't over yet. Faith and Hope had now flanked me, and let their toys slip out of their shoal blazer sleeves into their hands.

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

The two girls then proceeded to fight these plaything into both of my mess, I gripped their backs 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 feet from their coach's back.

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

Good thing we did though, as Momma's beguilement of finding the Christian church was coming to an end. The even odd matter was, she was making him abrade the map to giver her directions to the church building we went to every Sunday.

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

"Wasn't cypher, just serious 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 Madonna, it wouldn't feel right taking money from a nun"

"Oh it was zip like that, I am a St. Brigid of Jesus Christ, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in certain pleasures,"she smiled taking out a Mickey flask from her trousers.

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

"God bless you sir ”, Momma smiled.

"But that still leaves my male child ”, coach sighed,"I need to restrain an eagle eye on them till luminance out, you know how son can get."

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

The double-decker laughed,"Leaving teen boy with a bunch of teen girls is always a disaster.

"For disgrace sir, these are Saint Brigid of Christ to be, all have taken their vows and sexual morality assurance. Plus Gertrude here is still a Lesbian"

The passenger car did seem a speck embarrassed by this. second base guessing a nun in the Book belt was probably a direct just the ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for second guessing you ma'am, I just don't want the male child getting any fool whim in their forefront ”, the coach blushed.

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

Another evil blaze from Faith.

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

"Plus the girls need to praxis their vocal work, and I'm sure your male child would be a rapt audience for uplifting hymns"

"I reckon your right, hearing the Lord goodness parole would certainly blade their spinal column for tomorrows big game"

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

"Now girls, go unpack your things and demonstrate these Pres Young brave men the Holy Writ of our Lord and Saviour."

"Yes, ma'am"we asserted, even Hope with that good story fake lisp.

The coach then marched the boys off to their room, which we had managed to bisect with our two room between them. Being a regular patron here, I had managed to wheedle this deal. We needed enough length away from the jitney's room for him to not get word anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a godsend box we had already set up. We slapped in a vast casette tape with 4 hour of missy choir singing. Plus the political machine was made to encounter the other side when one side of meat was done. So essentially we had eight minute of praising Jesus to waft in through the walls to next door.

We then stripped out of nearly of our eccentric attire, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the faux glasses and gold braid, gone also were bra too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next room access where the coach was.

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

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

"biz time peeress ”, I said to hope and Faith.

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

You could get word the male child before you could see them. They were sharing a replicate room, but they were inside whooping and hollering.

The three of us stood outdoor their threshold and prepped each other for a minute. I undid a twain Sir Thomas More buttons on my top. Faith ripped off a couple inches from her bird. Hope put on a dog choker with the word"slut"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly understood and a couple seconds later, the door opened an Edward Young man with freckles poked his header out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his eyes bugged out. Faith dangled a quintet of beer from an abandon basket ( 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 guys, it's the Catholic little girl ! ”, freckles said leading us in.

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

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

Hope was relegated to bringing the ice chest, and she opened at their feet. It was fully stocked with at to the lowest degree a couple dozen more. Not to mention the tequila.

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

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

"I think we might sustain bitten off more then we can chew ”, trust 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 resign joints and soon the spot was hopping.

Some guy was wandering around with a television television camera, watching the guys show off and jump and down on the bed. The air was thick with testosterone, swither and marijuana.

I found myself dancing between a couple hombre to some hip hop, and they grinded oceanic abyss into me. They were hard through their pants. Naturally they took off their shirts because how gross out stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn nice bodies on them too. Hot young ripped flesh, Yummy.

religious belief was getting the Saami, but she pulled away and made a quick hyphen back to our way for the rest of the beer, seeing as our architectural plan had worked.

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

My top was off and my big teat were out I had two mouths sucking my mammilla and a glossa down my pharynx. Hands were gripping my ass, and a pair of fingers was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always make me horny and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me state of nature

Hope was on her knees when I was given a chance to respire. The Goth lady friend had a cock in her mouth and was jerking off two guys. Another beat his substance waiting his bout. Faith was on one of the two beds. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snatch. She had a lovely smile on her face.

I was pushed to my genu and was soon surrounded in cock, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big one, little 1, fat ones, near single. I would twitch off a span while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in shaft heaven.

The guys took turn film us and I smiled up at the camera when I could, or at least examine making 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 men and picked up and carried budget items and laid down on the bed beside organized religion. The boy 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 way full of severe horny young men. I had never seen so much dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the cougar didn't bring out the entire team. At virtually we fucked a dozen guys. Even at the Zebra nine, my book ( and that was sharing with other girls ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the openhanded gangbang I would have untill I left richly school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us fille in our infernal 3 had a football jock between their second joint pushing their nitty-gritty into us. Another would get along side of meat of one of us and stick their cocks in our mouth.

The boys would pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the former guys Big hammer trivial hammer, fat turncock and skinny rooster all banged into me that night. Their hands kept squeezing my breast and I couldn't really see much of the action going on around me with a pecker in my mouth most of the time.

The few fourth dimension I did come up for air for a match minutes break, I I could look over and see organized religion and Hope with their pes pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few pull of a joint. Then another guy would come along and bear on me back on to my back and facing pages my thighs wide.

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

Shocking to a cock female monarch such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 times ( and ony around the truly thicker shaft ). Normally the intellection of multiple cocks was enough to send me close to the edge. I imagine it was the lack of imaginativeness in positions combined with no action with any of the other female child ; that and the guys were more like a string then a bang.

This went on for at least 3 hours the assembly line fucking. It was really fun it just wasn't as raunchy as I hoped it would be. I was just wondering if these guy rope were ever going to eat up as we would let get habitation and actually get some shut eye in order to not be tired for tomorrow's big biz either.

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The party for some grounds came to a crashing stop. The euphony went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The muttering was there was a knock at the door. The Light went off and so did the video recording camera. All was quiet. The threshold creaked surface and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

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

Now she was dressed up in wax slutty cowgirl attire. Thigh high fuck me boots in Edward D. White leather with tassles. A white cosmic string two-piece top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim bloodless belt with a duet of toy plastic gunman in holsters and a big white cowman hat. goose egg else. No panties no jacket. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! sanctum shit ! Look at those nipple ! motherfucker her pussycat is nude ! That's one sexy bitch !"came the many whoops from the boy as mom strode in confidently.

"Save a cougar, ride a cattleman ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, ma said firing the cap guns.

mom dropped to her knee joint right away and pushed her breast free of the barely there bikini top.

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

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

Momma was in prime form tonight and soon she had a lap of boys around her. She would bob her mind up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more. Then she would switch to another stopcock and double treat another twain with her hands. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty much forgotten about this when Momma arrived. male child and shiny matter after all. And who could fault them, we were muddied school young woman ; Momma was a walking talking porno movie.

"brand some elbow room chickies ”, Momma called on as she took a cock in each hand 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 copulate guy cable stand on the bed so she could suck them off while riding the first.

mommy went crazy on the male child riding them hard, her juicy ass bouncing up and down hard on every thrusting. The three of us stood for ahile and just watched mammy go loony. Some guys came to flirt with our tits, but their eyes were clearly on Momma.

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

We decided it was meter to sack up 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 cock trench in her pussy, a stopcock in her mouth, two cocks in her hand and another fucking her boob. Five guy. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us house. Not once did he ask about the look of booze and pot and elbow grease and spunk. He had been dating me long enough to know I'd give him all the details later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a strumpet. Is it any wonder why I married him ?

I slept like the all in until morning. Amazingly enough I was fresh as a daisy when I woke up. I was then thankful there had been no dp or anal the night before. There was no way I would 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 do it to the bed. She was still wearing her fuck me boots, but nothing else.

To my cracking substitute, the TV camera from the political party was there as well on the floor beside the couch. I took the taping and put it in the vcr to find out while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from utmost night. And a lot of obtuse commentary from the boys. wads of whooping and hollering etcetera. The taping would randomly cut out and there were different sentence stamp for when the camera came went on and off. The shooting of the three of us fucking were not the dear and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

There was a lot of stress on my tits and promise's cum guzzling though.

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

Momma did indeed have a wild dark. She took on those boys every which way. She was crazy hungry for turncock. She would cream for them to be intimate her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and observe suction. The guys would dump a onus in her and she would force him out and cry out"next ! ! ! ”.

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

The television camera would always soar upwards in after a guy blew a load in her or on her to bet 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 for practice.


The secret plan came and the bleachers were filled. It was the plot for the eld for us.

The three of us were in prime of life form and the rest of the team sustain our John Barleycorn zinging.

The same couldn't be said for the Creston rodeo rider though. While the mountain lion rushed onto the field led by Chet to the roar of the crowd ; the Cowboys kinda just jogged out. Their coach looked like he was nursing a huge hangover too.

I would like to say it was a tough game. That it all came down to a hail Madonna as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

Inferno, it wasn't even fair.

The Cowboys had a good first quarter, struggled through the second. But when they came back for the second half, they were toast.

The mountain lion slaughtered them. The final musical score was 63- 13.

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

Chet climbed down and pushed through his supporter to line up 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 sunshine team as we got bodied surfed. A few hands tended to linger mind you.

Saint George offered his home as a party pad for the squad. Chaperoned by a few estimable parents like himself, mama and the preachers wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty violent and we all got drunkard and crazy. spate of the guys had girlfriends there so no binge broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girl home. When the last of the girls went home some of the guys came back.

That's when the bacchanal started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our finish au naturel party with the puma. But this time mum and George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The party went into the wee hour as the last of the son grew tired from fucking all our hollow.

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

In any character, the night ended with religious belief and I sharing a seventh cranial nerve from George IV and Marcus dumping one net sperm pitch up Momma's ass.

One week left boulder clay Graduation and the day after was the Prom, our last night as senior high school shoal girls.

Go Felis concolor !