Donna went to the big football game to see Tom in action. She wasn't going steady with him any more, but she felt that lending her support as a spectator was the least she could do.
The football field was typical for a high school. Bleachers paralleled the field, and there was a concession stand at one end, directly beyond the goal posts. At the other end was a rather mysterious-looking line of trees, fronting a small woods that no one ever ventured into. The parking lot was on the other side of the woods, connected to the field by a brightly lit pathway.
It was a rather homely facility, but Donna couldn't help being moved by it that evening. She was a student herself, and it had been only a few weeks ago when she had diligently attended every game, rooting for Tom and cheering wildly every time he made a good play. Though that seemed so far behind her now.
Smiling faintly to herself, Donna walked slowly down the track between the field and the bleachers, moving absent-mindedly toward the woods. It was eight-fifteen, with game time only fifteen minutes away. Cheerleaders, students and parents swarmed all around her, but Donna paid no attention. She was lost in her own thoughts.
She felt so old now having sex with her uncle had made such a big difference in her life.
They fucked constantly now, and they'd already made arrangements to visit after her parents returned from vacation. Donna wondered if she was falling in love with him. The leanness of his body; his big, beautiful, stiff cock; the way it felt slipping into her cunt… Donna had never had anyone like him. It seemed impossible that she had ever been turned on by younger men.
"Well, hey there, sweet tits," a voice murmured behind her. "Where you been keepin' yourself?"
The next thing Donna knew, she was being propelled down the track between two young men, who held her firmly by her arms. The man on the left was Steven. He was grinning broadly, amused by his joke. The man on the right was a stranger to Donna. He seemed nearly thirty, with an unattractive round face, a black goatee and a receding hairline. He was grinning, too.
Donna was not amused by Steven's joke. The two had been on bad terms since Donna had started fucking her uncle. Steven was angry because she wouldn't go on seeing him.
"See what happens when you don't call me, baby?" Steven said. "I get so frustrated, I have to come to the game with my buddy Rick here and take you off by force."
"Okay, Steven, you can let me go now," Donna sighed irritably. They had already walked past the bleachers, and were approaching the woods. The crowd that had surrounded her earlier was now behind them. "You've had your little joke."
"But, baby, I don't feel like letting you go," Steve replied. "I told you, I want you for myself."
Donna groaned and rolled her eyes imploringly toward the heavens. "Why can't you pick on some other girl?"
"I don't want to pick on some other girl. You're the one I want."
Donna felt herself growing impatient. "Steven, there are guards all around here. If you don't let me go I'm going to start screaming for one."
"Guards aren't gonna do jack shit," Rick said. "I know every one of 'em. They're just rent-a-cops. Shit, I'm off duty myself."
Donna stared at him wildly, unable to believe that a security officer wouldn't come to her assistance if she needed help. Then she saw the woods directly ahead of her, and then she knew: Steve and Rick were planning to rape her.
"Oh, my God," Donna whispered, shaking her head. "No, oh please, no!"
"You figured it out, didn't you, baby?" Steve asked sarcastically. "You are a real smart girl."
Donna opened her mouth and screamed. But it was already too late. By that time her two assailants had her well hidden in the woods.
They dragged her deep into the trees, until they were at least sixty yards from the path leading to the parking lot. Steve threw her roughly into the dirt at the foot of an enormous oak tree. He held her there on the ground. Behind her Donna could hear Rick unzipping his pants.
"No!" she cried, desperately struggling in Steve's grasp. "Stop it! You let me go! You can't do this to me!"
Steve kept his hands over her wrists and looked at Rick. His manner was now almost businesslike, as if he and Rick were partners, performing as a team.
"You get her pants," Steve said. "I'll keep her hands down. And stick it right in, man. Don't fuck around with foreplay."
"Nooooo!" Donna shrieked. "Stop it, stop it!"
Two hands grabbed the waistband of her jeans and pulled them roughly down over her ankles, leaving her naked from the waist down except for her sandals. Donna felt the cold night air against her bare asscheeks, and the sensation filled her with terror. She was about to be raped.
"God, you got a nice little ass," Rick said harshly. As Steve held her hands he knelt in the dirt between her kicking, thrashing legs. He'd pulled his pants off too, and his long thick cock stood out before him, throbbing stiffly, as hard as a rock.
Donna felt his arms clamp around her hips, holding her lower body in position. She was about to be fucked from behind as she knelt in the dirt under a tree, just like a dog. Something swollen and fleshy twitched against the hair-fringed fissure of her pussy. It had started already.
"Goddamn," Rick repeated. He held his prick in his hand, wincing as he tried to fit the knob into the pouting lips of Donna's cunt. Finally he got his dick in. "This is gonna be good," he moaned, and stabbed his hips forward, ramming all eight inches of his hard-on into her pussy in one vicious stroke.
"Ungggghhh!" Donna gasped. She immediately stopped struggling, overwhelmed as her cunt was suddenly packed with the thickness of Rick's cock. Her pussy was completely dry, and the insertion was very painful. "Stop, stop," she whispered dazedly. "No… hurting me… unhhh…"
"Fuck her cunt," Steve muttered. He dug his fingernails cruelly into the backs of Donna's hands, smiling sadistically as he studied her expression. "Go ahead, Rick, she'll turn on to it in a second. She's just a horny little teenage cunt. You, know how these young chicks are. They love to get fucked!"
Clasping his hands around her bare hips, Rick pulled back until only the knob of his prick parted her pussylips. With another vicious stroke he rammed his dick all the way back in again, making Donna grunt and whimper in pain as she knelt helplessly on her hands and knees beneath him.
Then he started fucking her, fast and very hard. Repeatedly Donna felt his thick, stiff cock boring into her pussy from behind, seeming to go a little deeper with every stroke. She was being raped! The thought seemed impossible to her, like a nightmare that could never actually occur. Two men dragging her into the woods… at a football game… fucking her under a tree… just like a dog!
But Donna knew her pussy was getting wet. Her body couldn't stop its instinctive reaction to the steady rhythm of Rick's fucking. She could feel the pungent juices oozing into her cunt-tunnel, moistening her pouting pussylips as they clasped tightly around Rick's driving cock.
"Unggghhh," Donna moaned. She began struggling again, not so much against the rape as against the horrible thought that she might begin to enjoy it. Her nipples were stiff through her bra. She could feel her clit erecting now, poking through its fleshy hood. Every second her pussy grew wetter and wetter. She liked Rick's big, hard cock. She liked the way he was fucking her.
"You dig it, baby?" Steve leered, fiercely digging his fingernails into her hands. "He's a real good humper, ain't he? How's his big dick feel up your cunt?"
Rick pushed his hands under Donna's sweater and moved them up to the spongy globes of her tits. He squeezed both her tits hard through her bra, kneading and milking them, rubbing his thumbs across the fat red nipples.
"Ungggghhh," Donna moaned. In spite of herself she began to revolve her naked ass back into him, trying to get more of his throbbing cock inside her cunt. Her pussy felt incredibly wet, now. Rick's dick began to make slurping noises every time he rammed it up her fuckhole. "Nooo, please… stoppp… nnnnggggg."
"Let's get this sweater off," Steve said. He released her hands and grabbed the sweater, pulling it over her shoulders. He toyed with the clasp of her bra a moment before releasing it, grinning as the two lacy white cups floated to the ground. Then she was absolutely naked.
"Look at these tits, Rick," Steve said proudly.
As his friend continued to hammer his prick into the clasping wetness of Donna's cunt, he lifted one or her tits and pinched the stiff nipple. "I told you they were huge. Look what a set of nipples she's got on her. Fat and red, just like they ought to be!"
"Shit," Rick grunted. He returned his hands to her naked breasts and squeezed them hard, milking them in time with the rhythm of his fucking.
"Unh, Rick, unh, unh, unh," Donna grunted. More and more she felt her inhibitions crumbling. She was bucking her ass harder now, squealing hotly as she felt her cunt burning around his cum-oozing prick. "Oh, God yes! It's so good! Unh, Rick, unggghhhh…"
"You like it now, don't you?" Steve put his head right next to Donna's face, smiling sadistically as he studied the blush in her cheeks and her wanton, agonized expression. "Yeah! You're just a little horny bitch, ain't you? You like getting gangbanged at football games!"
"Fuck meee!" Donna screamed. All her pride and decency fell away, and she gave in completely to the driving force of her animalistic passions. Moaning and grunting, Donna clawed the dirt and humped her ass back at Steve's prick as hard as she could. "Unh, yesss, fuck me, fuck meee haaard! I'm gonna cum! Harder, harder!"
Pulling her tits, Rick fucked her as hard as he could. His big cock swelled and jabbed deep inside her syrupy pussy, and the white cum oozed freely from the slit in his knob.
All at once, Rick cried out like a wounded animal. With one thrust he buried every inch of his aching hard-on between the hairy lips of her cunt. The jism began to squirt out of his dick, filling Donna's pussy in a torrent of cream.
"Ahhhhh," Rick sighed. Furiously he worked his spurting meat through the grip of her cunt, gasping as the gushers, of jism burst from his fat cockhead. His own filled her cunt completely. He lowered his head and watched as it dripped out of her snatch onto the ground.
"Cumming, I'm cumming!" Donna shouted. She bucked and humped her ass, contracting her pussy muscles around Rick's cock. "Unh, oh, yesss, cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
When Donna recovered from her cum, she realized that Steve was now kneeling directly before her face. He'd pulled his pants down to his knees. She found herself staring into his cum-slit, straight at the hard shaft of his cock.
"My turn," he whispered. "Come on, Donna. Suck me off."
Donna shook her head. Steve slapped her hard. With his dick still embedded in her soaked pussy, Rick dug his fingers into her asscheeks until she wanted to cry out with the pain.
"I said suck it, baby," Steve repeated. He grabbed the back of Donna's head and pulled her roughly toward his cock. "Unless you want Rick to beat up on you a little. Come on. Let's have some good head!"
Steve's cock was incredibly hard. Cream leaked freely from the angry red knob, dripping onto the ground. His balls were tight between his legs, and the veins stood out clearly along the throbbing, jerking shaft.
Staring at his cock, Donna felt turned on and repulsed at the same time. She didn't want to give him a blow job. He was raping her! Submitting to him like this made her feel as if she had no self-respect left at all.
But she had no choice. Blushing with shame and unwilling desire, Donna opened her mouth and shut her eyes. Steve eagerly stuck his big dick in, and Donna clasped her lips in a wet circle around it. Then she began sucking his prick hotly.
"Unhhhh…" Steve winced and rocked his hips, fucking his aching hard-on deeper into Donna's mouth. "Harder, baby, that's so good, work out on my nice fat cock!"
With every passing second, Donna felt herself becoming hornier. Rick had pulled his prick out of her pussy. Her cunt was still wet and hot and throbbing, as if she could never be satisfied, as if she wanted to be fucked all night.
Why was this turning her on so much? Donna gurgled and rolled her tongue wetly around the knob of Steve's dick, submitting willingly to her passions. They were treating her like a slave. Why did her body react so strongly?
"All the way in, cunt," Steve demanded. He pulled her hair and made brutal, thrusting motions with his hips, trying to get Donna to deep-throat his huge cock. "I want to see all my prick down your throat. I said now, bitch! Suck it all the way in!"
Donna started to gag, forcing hex throat passage to widen around his invading shaft. More and more of his prick passed between her lips. Then, incredibly, Donna had all of it. Her nose was tickled by his cock-hairs as she continued to suck.
"Ahhhhh," Steve sighed. He pulled his cock out slowly, staring in fascination at the pink shaft of his prick coated by Donna's saliva. Holding her by the ears, he rammed his cock all the way back down her throat.
Then he began to pump it in and out, making Donna gurgle and slurp and gag, fucking her face brutally with his long thick dick.
"Harder, baby," he whispered. "You're gonna make me cum! Oh yess, now, work out on my dick!"
"Mmmmppp," Donna gurgled. She pumped her head up and down in a wanton rhythm, wet sounds emerging from the back of her throat as the knob of his prick seemed to bore all the way into her belly. Her cunt was so wet that she could feel her fuck-juices on the insides of her thighs. She knew she'd never been so turned on.
"Cumming now," Steve sighed. "Oh, shit, that's good… ahhhh…"
Donna felt the spasms beginning in Steve's cock, felt the whole length of his dick swelling as his balls prepared to release their load of cream. Instinctively she pulled back her head, clasping heir lips around only the knob and first inch of his shaft.
Now Donna sucked his cock as hard as she could. Her cheeks flushed brightly with the energy of the sucking. Feverishly she rolled her tongue across the fat spongy tip of his knob. With both hands she grabbed the throbbing shaft and milked it violently, stroking the loose flesh, coaxing the jism out of his hairy aching balls.
"Unh!" Steve grunted.
A white torrent of jism blasted out of his cockhead, shooting down Donna's throat. It was followed by spurt after hot spurt of his delicious cum.
Never had Donna had to swallow so much jism. It kept on coming out of his dick, bursting forth in long, hot gushers. Donna sucked and gulped as hard as she could, but she couldn't get it all. It boiled out of her lips and ran down her chin, running onto her fist as she continued to stroke his throbbing shaft.
"Hey! What the fuck is going on here?"
Suddenly the tree trunk, the ground and their faces were cast in the beam of a flashlight. Steve, Rick and. Donna turned at once to see who it was.
A security guard was standing before them. He was young and muscular, with a strong, broad-shouldered physique. On his belt he wore a nightstick, handcuffs, Mace container and a handgun.
Neither Steve nor Rick seemed at all frightened of him.
"Well, hey there, Mark," Rick said familiarly. "You come off patrol to take a leak or what?"