Episode 417: IF YOU WANT MUD (YOU’VE GOT IT)

“Fuck yeah!”

Boy after boy had jerked off over Josie McKellen. Having found her G-string and crop top they stuffed her mouth with the G-string and covered her eyes with her top. Against her will her body was all theirs. Of course, Josie was always WILLing! Only Lafayette Lonnie and the vacated Rowdy Rhino crew dared to fuck her in the mud. Now that they were done for the day, their mascot costume trashed by Piper Cherry’s temper they chose to take it out on Josie. It was pure bukkake baby.

Like hail from the heavens, over twenty young men had ejaculated onto her body, others approaching to funnel their own attentions upon the helpless mommy. She was choking on her gag but loving the blindfold act. Again, she reflected on Mace Belmont this past week at the hotel room, and whomever her rough lover that fucked her inside Rowdy Rhino thirty minutes ago.

Amazingly relaxed, she only pulled at her roped bindings for effect, attempting to make her company all the more excited. Everything was a risk these days and she was well aware of it, but Josie being Josie was nympho supreme. Her appetite was off the charts and expectant.

No good could come of it besides cum itself. All of that glorious milky delight. Each splatter upon her gave her goosebumps. The gag like Travis and Megan had experienced made her performance that much more erotic. Boys were commenting on her beauty, her willingness, her bondage mode turning her on so heavily that her muffled words ignited fires in their loins. Double duty nuts in some cases pelted her a second time. All hail, Josie! Merry mother of God!

Approaching with his pets science teacher Brubaker Folly questioned the situation until he was actually able to make his way through the mob. Students knowing that they were in no danger or jeopardy kept quiet outside of talking shit about the cum covered slut who remained tied down. Brubaker grinning at who it was nodded his respect toward the Lafayette followers. Using a finger to let them know he was going to put on an act they simply put on their own. Laughing and beating off mercilessly. Vocals became a flurry of disrespectful haunts.

“That’s what a Swallower is good for. Drink up Momma Bird.”

“All we need to feathers to go with our nut and the mud to tar that stupid cunt over.”

“Let her watch us. Remove the shirt from her eyes. She can’t tell who we are with jizz in her lashes.” Done! Josie was free of her shirt and looking up at a forever fantasy. Even her gag was taken away and the G-string slyly passed to Brubaker for him to pocket. Free at last Josie rebounded by lifting her body into an arch and lightly tugged at her ropes, just enough to appear resistant. Not even close, Momma McKellen wanted everything they were doing to her. Truth be told she craved far more than what these losers were offering. Hiding behind her head Brubaker encouraged the huddle puddle to continue. Fourteen big hard peckers were surrounding her and unloading without mercy. Josie of course mumbled, “No! Please no.” Barely heard of course!

“Goddamn! McKellen is loving this.” Brubaker thought as he sniffed her G-string then placed it back into his pocket. “Sweet as hell even if it has jizz on it. Play my cards right I’ll get me some here after I play hero. Problem is, I don’t think she wants to be rescued.”

With the trio of Beth, Hannah, and Katina assisting a few of them a dick in each hand as Bru unleashed the dogs of whore, they created a brand-new coat while Bru motioned his bitches to do the unthinkable. Bare feet used on Josie to smear jizz the three girls then squatted over her and began urinating.

From chest to toe Josie felt that unexpected warmth, the stench of urine seeping between her lips as she wagged her tongue in hopes of more jizz. Unpleasant for sure, Brubaker himself whipped his dick out and sent a nice thick current of piss right over her head which immediately drowned her mud free features. Once done, droplets shaken off, he zipped up and moved back behind the crowd of now twenty-four students. Many had abandoned the bleachers in pursuit of more action now that the halftime Rocky Mountain Whore Show was over.

A number of boys added a nice urinary bath while Josie mumbled, “What the fuck!” Convulsing under it all Josie McKellen had an orgasm. Brubaker puckered at just how impressive that was. She hadn’t even been touched outside of cum and urine since the Rowdy Rhino boys had fucked her. This alone proved how horny she was. He wondered if maybe she had ingested a bottle of tHIrSty, the laced water Watchtower was providing the city of Nashville with. The evil organization was certainly stepping up their game. Enough pussyfooting around as leader Barker Raynes dictated to his brethren.

Bru had a thought suddenly. Moving out about fifteen feet he turned and yelled, “HEY! WHAT’S GOING ON HERE? LEAVE THAT POOR WOMAN ALONE.” Hidden laughs were heard amongst the herd of water buffalos so to speak. “GET OUT OF HERE! GO BEFORE I CALL THE COPS.”

Waving them all on, the students did as they were told. They knew he wanted time alone with their fallen prey. Once they, including the leashed girls went for walks, Brubaker knelt next to Josie and used her shirt to dab at her face before tossing it aside. Looking up at him with strained eyes Brubaker took out his handkerchief and dabbed urine drops from near her eyes. There was no reason she had to get pink eye over this. Fingers crossed!

“You’re safe now. Well, hello, Mrs. McKellen. Fancy to meet you here. How did you get into this trap?”

“I forget your name but thank you. Can we just chalk this up to my being a stupid bitch?”

“If that’s what you want. Let me untie you. You’re a fucking mess.”

“I can’t face my kids looking like this. My clothes are ruined, if you can call them clothes.”

“Oops! I think I used your shirt to clean the urine off of your face. I’m sorry you had to endure all of that. I know faces so I’ll see to it they’re dealt with.”

“No! Let them go. I don’t want trouble. I have too much going on this weekend to think of pressing charges.” Not that she had plans to. She also knew the cops would not do a damn thing about it. Not even her childhood groomer Officer Joey Chandler. “My kids birthday party. My in-laws are in town by now. Huge plans tomorrow, I just need to wash up and find something to wear.” He managed to pull the tent spikes up and let her work on her knots.