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

The year was now 1990 and the eighties were officially over. Big hair would stubbornly cling to sprightliness for a couplet more years, but it was in it's demise throes. Cassette tapes were going the way of the dinosaur and cd's were the big new thing. And I was half a year away from graduating.

The rest of the twelvemonth was mostly solemn for the most division ; Beeder's departure for some intellect took the malarkey out of our wildness. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new risky venture, elaborate new plots or funky new bed buddies. I was pretty busy with my static of studs and sluts anyways.

promise was a train wreck, the last thing a churl needs is something to actually have a legitimate beef about. Where once she mostly wore pitch-dark, she solely wore contraband now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my understructure down there as Captain. We were not changing the schooling color to black-market on black for any reason. She no longer sucked and fucked with us on weekends and would hire off once the apparel came off anytime Momma brought folks home.

The only when elision was the monthly football gangbang, where she still limited her theatrical role to cocksucking now. She was like a sexual camel, swallowing sufficiency cum to last her another month.

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

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

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

"I'm jealous because"she sighed,"I've never had someone to love enough to create me feel that way."

I suppose that was avowedly. organized religion knew only three form of men ; ace that wanted her pot, some that wanted her cunt, and some that wanted both. I always thought of religion as a setback Patti ; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a sapphic. I just thought religious belief was a hugger-mugger Lesbian with me as her"girl"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 March, and March into April.

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

In April Hope finally came out of her funk during our monthly football gangbang. One moment she was sucking cock and the adjacent here and now she was lying on the story of the almost finished swim pocket billiards taking cock in her pussy and ass next to me. Welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was time to slowly move on. It was wondrous to take in her back. The three of us even decided we were going to travel to the Mexican Riviera for an intact month after school ended as a solemnisation. We even went to get our recommendation pic 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 calendar week away from ending forever for me.

I was in an insane flurry of bodily process then so my sex life officially ended. As course of study President I had to aid organize the promenade, as senior pilot of the Cheerleading squad I had to arrange pep rallies. final exam were coming. And finally the cougar had made it to the play offs so there were a grass loading of game to perform at. It was highschool shoal madness.

I had gone nearly three workweek without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston rodeo rider came looming in a few solar day. The puncher were a killer team, they had crushed all opponent on their way to this final exam secret plan and the painter had barely managed to tie the series off by scant points to land it to a last game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each other at plot pretty much at this distributor point, or maybe a sporadic couple hours here and there. I'm a sex junkie and Chet and I never had sex, but you could tell I loved him crazy because all that scanty clip was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the mountain lion had choked in the last two seasons just trying to make the final exam. This was the first time in 6 years that they were playing a State wiz biz. If he won, he would leave this school a bomber and a huge football game learning just dangling before his center. He just didn't think the panther had decent cause left, that the cattleman had crushed the last of their stamina in the utmost game.

This meant the world to Chet, and since Chet meant the cosmos to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and inking pad on charge onto the area myself, and my bouncing on the pursuit doing kicks wasn't going to restrain them either.

But there was one affair I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into debilitation. Our monthly parties with the football team were always a few mean solar day before or just after a big biz. Fucking them the day or nighttime 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 suffer sex before a big game, I just wish they would take heed sometimes.

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

The patronage was to be a home plate plot so the puncher were coming to our town. They would arrive the night before and then come and crush our dreams of winning the trophy. I was to bear none of it, so we had to explicate a plan fast.

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

The jailbait number wasn't going to work on this guy, so I had to reckon out a way to allot with their private instructor. A way that would leave us all Nox with the boys. It would accept to be one hell of a distraction.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

The three of us girls went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on kettle of fish. Getting past a Max Born again coach to be intimate our arch contender, was turning into a giving pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed hindrance and that would more then potential find us quite literally in a compromising position.

mama wandered back in from our life way ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an idea from one of her"tv stories ”. Hope rolled her middle and winced as Faith stomped on her understructure. At this point I didn't care what the heck it was, as null 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 ?"

mama's idea was absurd, something that could only work in sitcoms, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious cozenage and clowning when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by pretty girls.

mama was going to trifle the part of a nun, taking us 3 religious school girls on a trip across the res publica. We would just bechance to be staying the night at the hotel. In her role as our chaperone she would disquiet the son chaperone.

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

The relaxation of us girls were dressed as shoal young lady, not our stock slutty ace but actually severe ones. Mostly. Momma borrowed a couple schoolgirl blazers from work and spent the day sewing some generic peak she bought from the sewing depot in town into slutty schoolgirl sport jacket she borrowed from the Zebra Club where se worked as an alien dancer.

In the end the three of us were dressed relatively conservatively, trust even surprised me by bringing out a pair of glasses. The redhaired tramp had been secretly wearing contact lens the entire time I had known her. Naturally I decided to follow suit and borrowed some fake cornet rimmed shabu from one of ma's slutty schoolgirl ensembles.

We pulled our hair back straight and into a groovy close ponytail. religion and I in methamphetamine, Hope's new duet also helped fill out the range. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American whiteness. The terminal ghost was hope borrowing her dad's station estate car, which we filled with grip to finish the mirage.

We actually added a twosome little property to the solid trade, not to remark a couple minuscule details Momma and I added on our own secretly, but I'll come to those later as I feel I've already given up a lot of the goody. We rehearsed and prepared and our elbow room was rented. The dark came and the fun started.
We knew the boys were out for dinner party so we waited outside in the place wagon for about ½ an hr before the school bus with the cowpuncher came back from a local family dining car. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

mom went and laid out a map of town on the cowl of the car and bent over to interpret it. She made every intent on facing the schoolhouse bus as it unloaded its cargo of the Creston Cougars. The carriage of the team counted out the boys as mommy pretended to fuss over the map.

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

The coach turned his drumhead as he counted towards the vocalization and almost did a double takings when he saw Momma. There she was with the wimple and crucifix, but also with the astounding single-foot she was hiding behind her tight fitting 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 back all they way to Mormon State ”, Momma said with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh no female parent Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, faith exclaimed in pretender shock.

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

"Greek key not little… Gertrude.. The lord shall offer us with relief in this hour ”, Momma replied.

Ha ! Gertrude. That was funny.

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

cipher ever closed a Christian 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.

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

"Mother, “, Momma corrected,"mother Mary Margaret Helen of Troy, of angel jezebel School for the Future Bridget of Redeemer"

That was a overnice soupcon. Nuns in training.

"A delight to see you mother Mary Margaret. I'm the coach of the Creston senior high Cowboys"

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

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

"Shush girls, or you get the boat paddle ! ”, ma 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, female parent ? ”, the private instructor asked smiling at our ‘ sinlessness'

"we have come all the way from Beehive State to compete and can not find the church we are supposed to arrive at start thing in the morning, and the girls so desperately have been trying all twelvemonth to be their best."

"well, I am a alien here myself, so I don't screw how a lot assistant I can be ”, the tutor said sadly.

"Oh please practiced sir"Momma said stepping right up to him,"we are in do-or-die need of aid"

mammy took his hand in hers and pressed it to her chest 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, render 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 seem at the map, I've always been good at them ”, the coach sheepishly said.

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

mammy is an old hand at this and she pressed her body right up to the nervous tutor. She mashed her big bosom right into the coach, and since she had 2 column inch on him and was wearing three in Scheol ; she was squeezing her bust right hand into his face.

"extolment jesus ! Praise jesus ! ”, trust exclaimed.

"Amen “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

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

This had the coach with his back to the school bus and we three girls stepped softly to just out of his line of peck. The boys were mulling around the bus bored, but a couple of them were jostling each former and pointing at mommy's butt which was bent-grass over facing them.

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

Faith did the same by lifting her skirt and then rubbing her finger up her bare cunt. She then stuck that Saame finger in my mouth and I sucked it like a little cock. Hope also did the Same, but she raised her doll with one hand and squeezed one of her boobs with other.

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

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

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

"Such language ! ”, mommy said admonishingly.

"I'm sorry female parent Mary, teen male child just need a strong hand, I sometimes just lose my tongue ”, the bus 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 evil look back, then smiled"innocently ”.

"Now are you sealed, it's on this side of town,"mom said distracting the tutor again.

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

Both Faith and Bob Hope now had a dildo in their handwriting, which they showed behind them. I squeezed some lube out my sac onto my handwriting and rubbed them up and down the distance of them, then snuck a helping hand and rubbed the balance up and down my slit and backdoor.

The two miss then proceeded to push these toy dog into both of my muddle, I gripped their spine for leverage as they the two fake cocks pushed into me. faith was in my ass and Hope's"prick"in my pussy. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 foot from their omnibus's back.

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

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

"Oh thank you kind sir, the Jehovah will truly bless you for your boundless kindness ”, mommy said squeezing his hired hand back against her breast.

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

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

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

"Oh it was cipher like that, I am a St. Bridget of Christ, that doesn't mean I can't indulge in certain pleasure,"she smiled taking out a Mick flaskful from her trousers.

"Ha ! I guess I could link up you for a drink, that seems veracious"

"God bless you sir ”, mom smiled.

"But that still leaves my boy ”, coach sighed,"I need to hold open an eagle eye on them till lights out, you know how son can get."

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

The coach laughed,"Leaving stripling boy with a bunch of teenaged girl is always a disaster.

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

The coach did seem a signature embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the Bible smash was probably a organize ticket to Beezelbub to many.

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

"I assure you, these lady friend are above reproach and are from the okay stock in this groovy commonwealth of ours ”, mamma said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her deuce out ”.

Another evil glare from Faith.

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

"Plus the missy need to practice their vocal work, and I'm sure your boy would be a rapt consultation for uplifting anthem"

"I reckon your right, hearing the master good Christian Bible would certainly steel their vertebral column for tomorrows big game"

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

"Now girls, go unpack your things and establish these young brave men the Bible of our Lord and Saviour."

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

The coach then marched the boy off to their rooms, which we had managed to bisect with our two rooms between them. Being a regular patron here, I had managed to sweet-talk this deal. We needed sufficiency distance away from the coach's room for him to not hear anything.

When we got to our way, we quickly turned on a gravy 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 former side of meat when one side was done. So essentially we had eight hours of praising Jesus to waft in through the rampart to next door.

We then stripped out of almost of our flake garb, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the cook glasses and braids, gone also were bras too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next door where the omnibus was.

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

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

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

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

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

The three of us stood outside their door and prepped each other for a sec. I undid a duo more buttons on my top. trust ripped off a couplet inches from her skirt. Hope put on a dog collar with the Bible"hussy"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The elbow room went instantly mute and a couple seconds later, the threshold opened an youthful man with freckles poked his head out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

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

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the doorway and let us in

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

There were easily 10 guys just in this elbow room, 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.

Leslie Townes Hope was relegated to bringing the cooler, and she opened at their animal foot. It was fully stocked with at to the lowest degree a copulate dozen more. Not to mention the tequila.

"Woo hoo ! ! ! ! ! Alright ! root word ! ! awe-inspiring ! ! ! ! ”, came the cheering.

The elbow room was now packed. There were about 20 boys and it was standing elbow room 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 release and even. Faith even passed out a few free junction and soon the place was hopping.

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

I found myself dancing between a couple Guy to some hip hop, and they grinded trench into me. They were hard through their knickers. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn nice bodies on them too. Hot new ripped flesh, Yummy.

Faith was getting the same, but she pulled away and made a spry dash back to our room for the rest of the beer, seeing as our design had worked.

The boys kept grinding into me as we danced. They would tug the joint between my lips for a retarding force, or make me slurp down some beer. hope was getting the like treatment too, and by the time Faith got back the male child were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big bosom were out I had two mouthpiece sucking my nipples and a clapper down my throat. Hands were gripping my ass, and a pair of fingers was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always get to me horny and the anticipation of this gangbang was driving me wild

Leslie Townes Hope was on her stifle when I was given a chance to take a breath. The churl girl had a peter in her mouth and was jerking off two guy rope. Another beat his heart and soul waiting his turn. religion was on one of the two beds. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red snatch. She had a lovely grinning 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 single, fat ones, skinny ones. I would jerk off a couple while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in cock heaven.

The bozo took turn motion-picture photography us and I smiled up at the camera when I could, or at least essay making beloved ot it with my eyes.

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

With that I was grabbed by a twelve mitt and picked up and carried disk overhead and laid down on the bed beside Faith. 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 full-of-the-moon of hard horny Loretta Young men. I had never seen so often dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the cougar didn't bring out the entire team. At most we fucked a dozen guys. Even at the Zebra ball club, my book ( and that was sharing with other girl ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the biggest gangbang I would accept untill I left gamy school.

I almost squirted.

The Cowboys were not subtle about it either. Soon each of us girls in our unholy trinity had a football game jock between their thighs pushing their pith into us. Another would get along face of one of us and gravel their hammer in our mouth.

The male child would Sudanese pound away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the other guy rope Big dick piddling cocks, fat cocks and skinny cocks all banged into me that night. Their deal kept squeezing my bosom and I couldn't really see much of the action going on around me with a cock in my mouth most of the time.

The few times I did come up for air for a couplet hour break, I I could look over and see Faith and hope with their substructure pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away house at each one of them. I would have some beer and smoke a few drag of a joint. Then another guy would come along and push me back on to my back and spread my thigh wide.

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

Shocking to a pecker fag such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 metre ( and ony around the truly thicker dicks ). Normally the view of multiple cocks was enough to get off me close to the bound. I imagine it was the deficiency of imagination in military position combined with no military action with any of the early girls ; that and the guy cable were more like a railroad train then a bang.

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

That's when the horse cavalry arrived.

The political party for some reason came to a crashing stay. The medicine went off and a blanket was thrown over us. The murmur was there was a knock at the door. The lights went off and so did the TV camera. All was quiet. The door creaked open and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

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

Now she was dressed up in full phase of the moon slutty cowgirl attire. Thigh high gear fuck me boot in Edward White leather with tassles. A white bowed stringed instrument bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slim White person bang with a mates of toy charge card guns in holsters and a big white cowboy hat. nix else. No panties no jacket crown. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! Holy shit ! smell at those tits ! Shit her pussycat is bare ! That's one sexy bitch !"came the many whoops from the boy as Momma strode in confidently.

"Save a panther, ride a cowpoke ! Yeeeehaw ! ! ! ! ! ! ”, mammy said firing the cap guns.

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

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

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

Momma was in choice material body tonight and soon she had a rophy of boy around her. She would bob her head up and down on one furiously while jacking off two more. Then she would switch to another dick and three-fold treat another pair with her handwriting. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty much forgotten about this when Momma arrived. Boys and shiny things after all. And who could find fault them, we were dirty school girls ; mum was a walking talking smut movie.

"shuffle some room chickies ”, mom called on as she took a peter in each hired 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 bozo stand on the bed so she could give suck them off while riding the first.

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

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

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

As we left I looked back and saw mom on her back. A shaft deep in her pussy, a dick in her mouth, two cock in her manus and another fucking her bosom. Five guys. Now that was a trooper.

I called Chet from a payphone and he drove us home. Not once did he ask about the smell of booze and pot and effort and spunk. He had been dating me retentive enough to cognise I'd give him all the point later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a slut. Is it any question why I married him ?

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

Momma had made it home some time in the wee time of day and was passed out on the couch, having had no push to even attain it to the bed. She was still wearing her shag me boots, but nothing else.

To my great relief, the video television camera from the party was there as well on the flooring beside the couch. I took the mag tape and put it in the vcr to check while I ate some brekkie.

It was the gangbang show from last night. And a lot of dumb commentary from the male child. Lots of whooping and hollering etcetera. The mag tape would randomly cut out and there were dissimilar sentence impression for when the television camera came went on and off. The shots of the three of us fucking were not the best and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

There was a lot of emphasis on my knocker and hope's cum guzzling though.

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

mom did indeed ingest a barbaric night. She took on those boy every which way. She was crazy hungry for cocks. She would drub for them to make out her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and continue suction. The guy would knock down a load in her and she would push him out and cry out"succeeding ! ! ! ”.

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 camera would always zoom in after a guy blew a load in her or on her to look at her creampie or it glistening on her skin. It was kinda hot.

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


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

The three of us were in prime form and the rest of the team keep our booze zinging.

The Saami couldn't be said for the Creston cowpuncher though. While the painter rushed onto the battleground 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 biz. That it all came down to a hail Mary as the clock ran out. But it wasn't.

the pits, it wasn't even fair.

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

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

When the clock ran out I swear the entire 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 admirers to find out me struggling to get to him. He picked me up and spin me in the air before planting a wet osculation on me.

"I love you baby !"Chet told me

Then I was up in the air and so was half the cheer team as we got bodied surfed. A few hands tended to lounge psyche you.

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

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty wild and we all got drunkard and crazy. Lots of the guys had lady friend there so no orgies broke out. But as the night wore on they took their lady friend abode. When the last of the girls went home some of the guy came back.

That's when the binge started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last naked party with the puma. But this fourth dimension Momma and St. George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The party went into the wee minute as the last of the male child grew tired from fucking all our cakehole.

In the end the end fuckers standing were mammy, myself, Faith, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering red knowing this was the concluding place she and Beeder were together.

In any case, the night ended with Faith and I sharing a facial from Saint George and Marcus dumping one last spermatozoan delivery up Momma's ass.

One workweek left till commencement exercise and the day after was the Prom, our final Nox as high school girls.

Go mountain lion !