“You didn’t let me.” She took off her top while I helped her out of her shorts. She was only wearing a black thong barely able to hide her ass ...nd pussy. She got onto her knees and yanked my shorts off ready to end what I started in the morning. She got hold of my cock with her right hand and began to suck, wrapping the tip of my penis with her soft, moist lips. At first, she concentrated solely on the head, taking it in and out slowly, all the while looking up at my face with mischievous. I turned and shuffled to the door. I opened it slowly, moving like a zombie. The boys filed in past me and went towards the kitchen. I recognized the other two when they passed me. They were also football players, one was Tommy Johansen and the other was Kirk Thomas. They were both huge and I looked up at them as they walked by me. I was barely 5 feet tall and only weighed 100 pounds. I had been on the cheerleading team in high school since the 8th grade. I was a flyer and my small size. At the same time an arm went around my waist pinning me, then another hand reached out and ripped my bra off, scratching me in the process and baring my breasts for the leering louts to see.As I struggled to free myself, someone must have hit me, as the next thing I remember is I am lying on my back on a dirty mattress. My breasts are being pawed and fondled and squeezed, hard, hurting me. As I become more aware of my surroundings and what is happening, I realise, my skirt is up around my. "If that's what you think then fuck you," she yelled. Her voice was amplified at least several times in the silent gym. Her last two syllables echoed into infinity, reverberating off of the walls with each iteration becoming slightly less audible. "FUCK YOU ... UCK you ... uck you ... k you ... you ... u."Her beautiful smiling confident face morphed into a mask of rage and pain. I saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes.She turned and tried to leave but I grabbed her arm. "Look, I'm not.