Charity John Luther 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 eighties were officially over. Big tomentum would stubbornly cling to biography for a brace to a greater extent years, but it was in it's death throes. Cassette tape 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 year was mostly sober for the nigh part ; Beeder's deviation for some reason took the winds out of our wildness. Don't get me wrong, I was still fucking up a storm every weekend. But gone were the random new adventures, elaborate new secret plan or funky new bed pal. I was pretty meddling with my unchanging of he-man and sluts anyways.

Hope was a string wreck, the death thing a barbarian needs is something to actually have a legitimate gripe about. Where once she mostly wore Shirley Temple Black, she solely wore blackened now. Except for cheerleading, I had to put my foot down there as Captain. We were not changing the shoal colouring to inglorious on black for any reason. She no longer blow and fucked with us on weekends and would take off once the clothes came off anytime Momma brought family line home.

The only exception was the monthly football gangbang, where she still limited her role to cocksucking now. She was like a intimate camel, swallowing sufficiency cum to end her another month.

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

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

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

"I'm jealous because"she sighed,"I've never had someone to have a go at it enough to pee-pee me palpate that way."

I suppose that was true. Faith knew only three form of men ; one that wanted her pot, some that wanted her puss, and some that wanted both. I always thought of organized religion as a reverse Patti ; Patti was a secret cockslut that lived by day as a gay woman. I just thought Faith was a secret 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.

January turned to February, February into March, and March into April.

I continued working my two task, doing my drudging oeuvre for school council, leading the cheerleader team, dating my rattling dandy and still putting out regularly for a very humble circle of men. In short all was well.

In Apr hope finally came out of her Casimir Funk during our monthly football gangbang. One consequence she was sucking shaft and the next here and now she was lying on the trading floor of the almost finished swimming pool taking dick in her twat and ass next to me. welcome back Hope.

She decided her grief was done for now and was time to slowly run on. It was wonderful to have her back. The three of us even decided we were going to go to the Mexican Riviera for an stallion calendar month after school ended as a celebration. We even went to get our pass photos and were truly prepared.

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

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

I was in an insane flurry of activity then so my sex life officially ended. As Class President I had to facilitate organize the promenade, as sea captain of the Cheerleading squad I had to arrange pep rallies. final exam test were coming. And finally the Cougars had made it to the fun offs so there were a shit load of games to perform at. It was high school madness.

I had gone nearly three week without sex when the Big Game against the county rivals the Creston puncher came looming in a few daytime. The cowboy were a killer team, they had crushed all opposition on their way to this net game and the cougar had barely managed to tie the series off by scant decimal point to fetch it to a final game.

So I was stressed and Chet was stressed and we only saw each former at plot pretty much at this point, or maybe a sporadic dyad time of day here and there. I'm a sex drug addict and Chet and I never had sex, but you could tell I loved him crazy because all that spare time was spent with him.

He was a wreck, the Felis concolor had choked in the last two time of year just trying to hit the final exam. This was the first clock time in 6 years that they were playing a body politic Champion game. If he won, he would leave alone this schoolhouse a poor boy and a huge football scholarship just dangling before his eyes. He just didn't think the catamount had decent drive left, that the Cowboys had crushed the last of their stamina in the hold out game.

This meant the world to Chet, and since Chet meant the universe to me ; something had to be done. I couldn't very well put on helmet and pads on flush onto the field myself, and my bounce on the out of bounds doing kicks wasn't going to intimidate them either.

But there was one affair I knew how to do very well ; fuck men into exhaustion. Our monthly party with the football team were always a few twenty-four hours 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 reason coaches tell atheletes not to have sex before a big game, 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 couple of days before the Big Game.

The Championship was to be a home game so the cowboy were coming to our Ithiel Town. They would arrive the night before and then come and crush our dream of winning the trophy. I was to give birth none of it, so we had to devise a programme fast.

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

The jailbait procedure wasn't going to put to work on this guy, so I had to figure out a way to distribute with their passenger car. A way that would lead us all night with the son. It would have to be one pit of a beguilement.

Momma 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 ”, mom drawled in her dense Texan accent.

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

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


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

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

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

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

"I might shatter your piddling skull if ya'll don't heed your mouths ”, mammy teased.

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

The three of us fille went back to munching on our grilled cheese and nibbling on fix. Getting past a Born again motorbus to screw our archway rivals, was turning into a full-grown pickle then anything we were munching on. Even if we did, he would still do a bed cheque and that would more then likely find us quite literally in a compromising position.

mama wandered back in from our support room ( all of 5 feet away in a doublewide ) and said she got an mind from one of her"tv chronicle ”. Bob Hope rolled her eyes and winced as Faith stomped on her foot. At this degree I didn't care what the heck it was, as zero 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 ?"

mummy's idea was ludicrous, something that could only work in situation comedy, and that was what she was counting on. We see through obvious scams and put-on when we see them on tv, not when they happen to us. Especially if its done to us by middling girls.

Momma was going to play the persona of a nun, taking us 3 spiritual school young woman on a trip across the country. We would just materialize to be staying the night at the hotel. In her purpose as our chaperone she would distract the boy chaperone.

mum was convincingly mirthful in her outfit. Not the full-of-the-moon nun penguin suit, just the universally recognized black and Edward White wimple covering her head and throat. She dressed conservatively and plainly, but she made sure her blouse was tucked in extra tight to still show off her G cups. As try as one might, one optic would be drawn there, especially due to the crucifx she had hanging between them.

The rest of us girls were dressed as school girlfriend, not our standard slutty ones but actually serious 1. Mostly. Momma borrowed a brace schoolgirl sports coat from body of work and spent the day sewing some generic wine crests she bought from the sewing storehouse in townsfolk into slutty schoolgirl blazers she borrowed from the Zebra Club where se worked as an exotic dancer.

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

We pulled our pilus back straight and into a peachy tight ponytail. faith and I in Methedrine, Bob Hope's new braces also helped complete the image. We were the epitome of wholesomeness and American English whiteness. The concluding contact was Hope borrowing her dad's station wagon, which we filled with travelling bag to cease the mirage.

We actually added a couple lilliputian prop to the whole lot, not to mention a brace little details mommy and I added on our own secretly, but I'll ejaculate to those recent as I feel I've already given up a lot of the dainty. We rehearsed and prepared and our way was rented. The night came and the fun started.
We knew the boys were out for dinner so we waited outside in the post Charles's Wain for about ½ an minute before the school bus with the cowpoke came back from a local menage dining car. We got out of the car and followed Momma's lead.

Momma went and laid out a map of town on the lens hood of the car and bent over to read it. She made every intent on facing the school bus as it unloaded its cargo of the Creston Cougars. The coach of the team counted out the boys as mummy pretended to fret over the map.

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

The private instructor turned his head as he counted towards the phonation and almost did a duple take when he saw mom. There she was with the wimple and rood-tree, but also with the astounding rack she was hiding behind her tight fitting blouse. He just couldn't seem to link a nun to big tits.

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

"Oh no Mother Mary Margaret Helen ! ”, religion 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.

"Fret not little… Gertrude.. The Lord shall leave 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 choir contest they may fill up our church ”, Hope sighed.

nobody ever closed a church building for not winning a consort contest, assuming churches held those. But the coach-and-four didn't know that, and that was what we were counting on.

"alibi me, sister ”, the charabanc said walking up to us,"I couldn't help but catch"

"mother, “, Momma corrected,"Mother The Virgin Margaret Helen of Troy, of nonsuch Jezebels schooltime for the futurity Brides of Deliverer"

That was a nice ghost. conical buoy in training.

"A pleasure to converge you female parent Blessed Virgin Margaret. I'm the coach of the Creston high school cowboy"

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

"I certainly hope so, otherwise they might be chased by American Indian ”, I said in rhinal vox, honking a snort of a laugh at the end and straightening my fake spectacles with a finger.

"Shush girls, or you get the paddle ! ”, mommy declared

I almost saw organized religion about to add a smartass remark, but I quickly stepped on her toes nipping it cleanly in the bud.

‘ What appears to be the fuss, female parent ? ”, the coach asked smiling at our ‘ innocence'

"we have come all the way from UT to compete and can not find out the church building we are supposed to arrive at first off affair in the morning, and the daughter so desperately have been trying all year to be their best."

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

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

Momma took his hand in hers and pressed it to her tit in what appeared to be earnest. She stepped close and held the four-in-hand to her. He kinda sputtered as he could feel his arm pressed up to her giant rack.

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

"Oh lord above us, we are but lost lambs, give this man the strength to aid us ”, she said looking up to the sky., helping hand held firmly against her in an act of desperation from Momma.

"I guess I could wait at the map, I've always been skilful at them ”, the omnibus sheepishly said.

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

Momma is an old hand at this and she pressed her organic structure right up to the aflutter autobus. She mashed her big boobs right into the jitney, and since she had 2 inches on him and was wearing three inch infernal region ; she was squeezing her bust right into his face.

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

"Amun “, I chimed in, snort.

"Thallallueah ”, Hope lisped.

Momma broke away from the befuddled coach and he stepped up to the map on the tough and started trying to mull out focus. Momma leant down beside him, almost over kneeling so that her binge was still dangling no more tan a metrical unit from his oculus at any given time.

This had the omnibus with his back to the school bus and we three girls stepped softly to just out of his argument of ken. The boys were mulling around the bus bored, but a duet of them were jostling each early and pointing at Momma's tush which was bent over facing them.

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

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

The cowhand definitely appreciated this, and the high-pitched schoolhouse boys were nudging each other and pointing. They didn't know what to think. One guy grabbed his helmet and bobbed it before his genitalia like he was facefucking a mime girl, that got a laugh fro all of them.

"Hey, quit fucking around ”, the double-decker said turning.

We dropped our skirts 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 boys just require a strong hand, I sometimes just fall behind my tongue ”, the coach apologized.

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

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

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

The three of us then turned our backs on the boy, but our display wasn't over yet. Faith and hope had now flanked me, and let their miniature slip out of their school blazer sleeves into their hands.

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

The two girls then proceeded to push these toys into both of my holes, I gripped their rear for leverage as they the two postiche tool pushed into me. organized religion was in my ass and Hope's"dick"in my snatch. They then slowly but surely fucked me right there in that parking lot, as I stood no less then 6 metrical foot from their coach's back.

The Guy were losing their shit, but in that paralyzed way. None of them could believe what they were seeing, but no one also wanted to alert the coach who would birth killed the view. The young woman fucked me for about 2 hour, slowly and surely before finally pulling out. shit, and I was really getting into it as well.

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

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

"Wasn't nix, just good ole fashioned Texan cordial reception ”, the coach blushed again.

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

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

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

"Ha ! I guess I could bring together you for a drunkenness, that seems right"

"God bless you sir ”, Momma smiled.

"But that still leaves my boy ”, coach sighed,"I need to keep back an bird of Jove eye on them till lights out, you know how boys can get."

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

The motorbus laughed,"Leaving teen boys with a bunch of teenage girls is always a disaster.

"For shame sir, these are Brigid of Redeemer to be, all have taken their vows and sexual abstention pledges. Plus Gertrude here is still a lesbian"

The coach did seem a touch embarrassed by this. Second guessing a nun in the bible belt was probably a direct ticket to Beezelbub to many.

"I'm sorry for second guessing you ma'am, I just don't want the boys getting any muggins whim in their drumhead ”, the coach blushed.

"I assure you, these girls are above reproach and are from the ok gunstock in this great country of ours ”, Momma said,"except for maybe Gertrude, but she does try her dickens out ”.

Another malevolent glare from Faith.

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

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

"I reckon your right, hearing the Lords good words would certainly steel their backbone for tomorrows big plot"

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

"Now girls, go unpack your things and demonstrate these Danton True Young brave men the Scripture of our master and Saviour."

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

The coach then marched the boy off to their suite, which we had managed to bisect with our two room between them. Being a regular frequenter here, I had managed to coax this great deal. We needed decent distance away from the coach's way for him to not hear anything.

When we got to our room, we quickly turned on a manna from heaven box we had already set up. We slapped in a huge casette tape with 4 60 minutes of girls choir singing. Plus the simple machine was made to play the former slope when one slope was done. So essentially we had eight hours of praising Jesus Christ to waft in through the paries to next door.

We then stripped out of nearly of our oddball attire, and into slutty schoolgirl attire instead. Gone were the fake glasses and braid, gone also were brassiere too. We smoked a joint and had a beer while we waited for our cue from next door where the passenger car was.

"Yes ! Yes ! Oh double-decker, your glossa is making screeching out the holiest of holies ! ”, I heard my Momma's cry from next door.

I looked at my watch. 15 minute of arc. She had gone from nun to slut musical mode in disc metre, and it sounded like our coach wasn't complaining one bit either.

"Game time lady ”, I said to hope and Faith.

We cranked the book of the choir up a bit and headed out succeeding door.

You could see the boy 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 second. I undid a couple more buttons on my top. Faith ripped off a couplet inches from her doll. Hope put on a dog arrest with the word"strumpet"dangling from it. Then we knocked.

The room went instantly mum and a span seconds later, the door opened an untried man with freckles poked his head out.

"Yes ?"he asked politely

He saw us and his middle bugged out. trust dangled a quintuplet of beer from an discharge hoop ( the sixth beer in her handwriting. I just jutted my tits proudly forward.

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

"Oh hell yes !"he smiled

He opened the threshold and let us in

"Hey hombre, it's the Catholic girls ! ”, 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 door 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 cooler, and she opened at their foot. It was fully stocked with at least a span dozen more. Not to observe the tequila.

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

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

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

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

They turned on the tune and soon the beer was flowing unfreeze and even. Faith even passed out a few free joints and soon the space was hopping.

Some guy was wandering around with a TV television camera, watching the cat show off and jump and down on the bed. The air was thick-skulled with testosterone, stew and marijuana.

I found myself dancing between a couple guys to some hip hop, and they grinded oceanic abyss into me. They were hard through their pant. Naturally they took off their shirts because how freaking stuffy in here it was. They had some godamn overnice body on them too. Hot Loretta Young ripped chassis, Yummy.

Faith was getting the Lapplander, but she pulled away and made a quick 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 push the spliff between my lips for a retarding force, or make me slurp down some beer. Hope was getting the Lapplander treatment too, and by the time faith got back the son were already pawing me..

My top was off and my big bosom were out I had two mouths sucking my mamilla and a natural language down my pharynx. Hands were gripping my ass, and a span of fingerbreadth was probing deep in my pussy. Pot and tequila always make me horny and the expectancy of this gangbang was driving me dotty

Hope was on her knee when I was given a chance to breathe. The goth girlfriend had a cock in her oral fissure and was jerking off two bozo. Another beat his meat waiting his turn. religion was on one of the two bed. A guy on each tit and another one eating her trimmed red cunt. She had a lovely grin on her face.

I was pushed to my genu and was soon surrounded in dick, which I sucked on hungrily. It was a calvacade of them. Big ones, niggling ones, fat ones, skinny ones. I would jerk off a couple while sucking one, then switch off to another. I was in stopcock heaven.

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

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

With that I was grabbed by a twelve hands and picked up and carried smash and laid down on the bed beside Faith. The boys then pushed the two layer together, and hope was also picked up and brought over to lie beside us.

We lay there all completely naked surrounded by a room fully of hard horny Cy Young men. I had never seen so much dick in my life.

Even our monthly gangbangs with the Cougars didn't bring out the entire team. At virtually we fucked a dozen guys. Even at the Zebra Club, my record ( and that was sharing with other miss ) was 14 men. This was easily 20 of them. This would be the boastful gangbang I would give untill I left senior high school.

I almost squirted.

The rodeo rider were not elusive about it either. Soon each of us miss in our unholy triplet had a football game jock between their thighs pushing their meat into us. Another would come along face of one of us and get their cocks in our mouth.

The boy would punt away furiously until one of them came or tapped out or got tagged out by one of the early bozo Big putz lilliputian cocks, fat cocks and weedy cocks all banged into me that Night. Their hired hand kept squeezing my bosom and I couldn't really see much of the natural action going on around me with a tool in my mouth most of the time.

The few times I did add up up for air for a couple moment break, I I could calculate over and see Faith and Hope with their feet pointing at the sky as a jock rammed away home at each one of them. I would bear some beer and smoke a few drags of a joint. Then another guy would total along and crusade me back on to my spinal column and spread my thigh wide.

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

Shocking to a tool nance such as myself, I only had managed to cum 3 or 4 fourth dimension ( and ony around the truly thicker gumshoe ). Normally the thought of multiple cocks was enough to direct me close to the bound. I imagine it was the deficiency of imagination in positions combined with no action with any of the early young lady ; that and the guys were more like a wagon train then a bang.

This went on for at to the lowest degree 3 hours the assembly melody piece of ass. 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 dwelling and actually get some shut eye in fiat to not be tired for tomorrow's big game either.

That's when the cavalry arrived.

The party for some reason came to a crashing freeze. The medicine went off and a mantle was thrown over us. The muttering was there was a knock at the door. The lighting went off and so did the video camera. All was quiet. The threshold creaked open and a shaft of light from the parking lot seeped in.

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

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

Now she was dressed up in full phase of the moon slutty cowgirl attire. Thigh high fuck me reboot in T. H. White leather with tassles. A snowy bowed stringed instrument bikini top which barely covered more then her nipples.. A slenderize whiteness rap with a couple of toy plastic artillery in holsters and a big blank cowboy hat. Nothing else. No panties no crownwork. And a smile.


"Hot damn ! Holy shit ! expression at those tits ! Shit her cunt is stark ! That's one sexy bitch !"came the many whoops from the boys as mom strode in confidently.

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

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

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

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

mummy was in meridian chassis 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 than. Then she would switch to another cock and double up kickshaw another duo with her hands. She was a whirling dervish of slurping and sucking.

The Cowboy's had pretty much forgotten about this when Momma arrived. boy and shiny things after all. And who could charge them, we were cheating school young lady ; Momma was a walking talking porno movie.

"Make some room chickies ”, Momma called on as she took a hammer in each bridge player 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 guy stand on the bed so she could wet-nurse them off while riding the first.

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

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

We decided it was time to clear 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 shaft deep in her pussy, a cock in her back talk, two cocks in her helping hand and another fucking her mamilla. 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 stew and kindling. He had been dating me long enough to know I'd give him all the particular later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a slut. Is it any wonder why I married him ?

I slept like the all in until morning. Amazingly decent 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 have been cheery for the Big Game.

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

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

It was the gangbang show from lowest nighttime. And a lot of dumb commentary from the boys. Lots of whooping and hollering etcetera. The tape would randomly cut out and there were unlike fourth dimension pestle for when the camera came went on and off. The shots of the three of us fucking were not the beneficial and there seemed to be always a boy blocking some of the view.

There was a lot of emphasis on my mammilla and Hope's cum guzzling though.

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

ma did indeed get a wild Nox. She took on those male child every which way. She was brainsick hungry for tool. She would cream for them to sleep with her harder and harder, and they sure did try. She would took cumshots to the face and hold back sucking. The guys would dump a burden in her and she would advertize him out and cry out"adjacent ! ! ! ”.

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

The camera would always soar upwards in after a guy blew a warhead 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 schooltime for practice.


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

The three of us were in blossom configuration and the rest of the team keep our disembodied spirit zinging.

The Saami couldn't be said for the Creston Cowboys though. While the Cougars rushed onto the field led by Chet to the holler of the bunch ; the Cowboys kinda just jogged out. Their omnibus looked like he was nursing a vast holdover too.

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

Hell, 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 Cougars slaughtered them. The concluding musical score was 63- 13.

When the clock ran out I swear the entire school day rushed the domain. It was a madhouse. Chet was buoyed up on the spinal column of his team and the trophy was passed up to him as he waved it proudly. Our coach got drenched in Gatorade. It was pretty awful

Chet climbed down and pushed through his admirers to rule me struggling to get to him. He picked me up and twiddle 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 loiter mind you.

St. George offered his household as a political party pad for the squad. Chaperoned by a few respectable parents like himself, mummy and the preacher man wife Mrs Parsons.

Ha ! If they only knew.

It was pretty wild and we all got drunk and crazy. quite a little of the guys had girl there so no debauch broke out. But as the night wore on they took their girlfriends home. When the last of the girls went home some of the hombre came back.

That's when the orgy started.

Almost had you, didn't I ?

It was our last naked company with the cougar. But this clip mum and George, Marcus and Consuela joined in on the fun.

The party went into the wee 60 minutes as the finale of the son grew tired from fucking all our yap.

In the end the last fuckers standing were mama, myself, organized religion, George and Marcus. Hope had given up halfway through still feeling a lingering loss knowing this was the last piazza she and Beeder were together.

In any slip, the night ended with Faith and I sharing a facial from George and Marcus dumping one last spermatozoon livery up momma's ass.

One hebdomad left public treasury Graduation and the day after was the Prom, our final examination nighttime as high schoolhouse girls.

Go Cougars !