This story is written for Gina. My first story for her was about her favorite fantasy and purely fictitious. At the time I wrote that story, I did not know that she had experienced her favorite fantasy when she was younger. This is an actual account (mostly) of that experience.

I was a very early bloomer. While most of the girls in school were still in training bras, I was wearing a 36C. I was always popular in school, especially with the boys. I knew it was mostly because of my over-developed chest but I tried not to take advantage of the situation. It was only natural and fitting that I became a cheerleader.

Being a cheerleader was exhilarating for me. I have somewhat of an exhibitionist side to me and I could channel it through being in front of a crowd in my cheerleader outfit. I would never do this, but many times I thought and fantasized about not wearing panties under my skirt. I loved to imagine the faces of the players, of the boys in my class, or better yet, the look on the faces of the parents. The moms would be aghast while the dads would be wide-eyed and trying to sneak peaks without being too obvious.

Because of the age at which I developed and the attention of the boys and envy of the girls, stories of my promiscuity abounded through the school and were known by students as well as parents. Some were true and some were not, and I'll leave it at that. However, by the time I am finished telling my tale, everyone will not only think all of the rumors are true but wonder how many more stories were floating around that they hadn't heard yet.

Football season had come to an end and as customary, it was time for our end of season blowout party with my fellow cheerleaders and a host of members from the football team. One of the football player's parents were out of town for the weekend and the players chipped in for a bunch of booze; what could possibly go wrong? I wasn't particularly looking forward to the party as I had met a really cool guy the day before. He was a bit older than the kids I went to school with. I've always dated guys older than me having matured physically a bit earlier than most. He had to work late the night of the party, so he was going to pick me up later in that night. I promised I wouldn't drink too much, though I think he was probably just fine with me being a little tipsy and my inhibitions lowered.

I arrived at the party pretty much on time. I was surprised to see I was the first cheerleader to arrive but then remembered that most of the girls were notorious for being fashionably late. There were probably eight to ten of the guys there and they had already doing shots and boozing it up and were becoming loud and boisterous.

I couldn't help but notice the extra attention coming my way. I assumed it was largely because I was the only girl present. One of the guys was passing around shots and he handed me two so I could catch up. Judging by how loud the guys were, I figured I had some catching up to do. There was music blaring and once the alcohol started to kick in, my hips were soon to follow. As I started to sway to the music, I noticed all of the guys were getting rowdier and all were leering at me. I loved the attention and the stares, so my dancing became more energetic as I purposely teased all that had their eyes and dirty little thoughts on me.

The music went on and on and the shots kept coming. Soon, two of the bigger players pulled a small table into the middle of the floor. They both wrapped an arm around each of my thighs and quickly hoisted me on top of the table. Every one of the players began hollering and yelling, urging me on to dance for them. I was very nervous and scared, but after starting off a little reluctantly and clumsily, I noticed the looks on their faces were that of pure lust. I also noticed there were still none of my cheerleading friends there nor any more players showing up. This was it; me alone with eight or ten rowdy drunk football players. Was this their plan? To get me alone? To get me drunk? Then what?How far was this going to go? I was afraid, very afraid, yet I could feel my pussy getting very wet and moist.

I decided it was probably best to play along so I danced as sexily and seductively as I knew how and even came up with a move or two of my own. I ran my hands through my long blond hair and with my knees spread wide, I squatted as low as I could go, slowly gyrating my hips from side to side. This drove the boys absolutely crazy. I noticed most of them were staring up my skirt and some even pointed and started yelling out "cameltoe, cameltoe!" (It wasn't till a couple of days later that I learned what "cameltoe" meant). I could feel my juices flowing and I imagined my panties were probably soaked through.

As I danced, both myself and the crowd of boys gathered around me became more and more excited. They began running their hands up and down my legs, massaging my thighs, squeezing my ass and even getting a feel of my drenched pussy through my panties. That was when one of the guys grabbed the waistband of my panties and as I began to rise, my panties were being pulled down. My pussy was so wet that the thin material of my panties was entrenched between the lips of my pussy and they were clutching my panties tightly. Finally, when the top of my panties were half way to my knees, the crotch sprung free and like a slingshot caught up to the rest of the garment. I was scared thinking of what may happen, yet my excitement still flourished. The boys were fingering my shaven wet pussy and grabbing my ass. I have to admit it felt absolutely incredible to have that many hands touching me, fondling me, and groping .

The guys were now getting extremely rowdy. They wanted to see my tits. I wasn't sure what I shoulf do, but I was terrified of what my happen if I didn't start unbuttoning my blouse. I was a bit hesitant at first, but as I stood tall on the tabletop, my hips moving seductively from side to side, as soon as I started unbuttoning my blouse, the yelling and cheers were deafening. I felt like I was in my element. I could have easily been over powered by any one of these guys, yet I felt like they were putty in my hands. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it slip off my shoulders. I did my low squat move once again, close to the edge of the table so one of the guys could unhook my My pussy felt like it was gushing as the groping and fingering of my pussy and my entire body became more intense.

Once the clasp was opened on my bra, I stood back up, my hips not missing a beat as I did. I held my bra in place with both hands and ever so slowly and teasingly lowered my bra until my hard-nippled, heaving tits were bared for all to see. The boys were going berserk and their cat calls became even louder when I bent over slightly and began swinging my tits from side to side.

I was getting exhausted and needed a break and moreso, another drink. Some of the guys realized this and they helped me off the table. Maybe it was time for the next part of their plan, I don't know. I don't know if there was a plan or if I was simply their prey. By this time, it was apparent that none of the other cheerleaders were coming, or maybe they weren't even invited.

After being helped off the table, I found my blouse but my panties and bra were nowhere to be found. I suspected they were going to be souvenirs of some lucky player or players. I sat on the couch and tried to get myself put back together. As I fumbled unsuccessfully with trying to button my blouse, two of the players that were watching me dance and getting a feel of my body, sat on either side of me. The rest of the guys crowded around us. There had to be at least six or eight more. The two sitting next to me opened my blouse and began fondling my tits. The room was filled with raucous cheers and they were all directed towards or about me. Most were grabbing and squeezing their cocks as they watched their friends fondling me.

At this time, I was more than a little afraid. I wasn't sure how far this was going to go. It was something I had fantasized about, being gangbanged by a group of horny well hung guys, but it was just that, a fantasy. On one hand, I was glad I drank as much as I did. Maybe I wouldn't remember any of this the next day, but that seemed highly unlikely. Of course, had I drank a bit more moderately, I probably wouldn't be sitting in the middle of a bunch of rowdy high school football players with my tits out and no panties.

The guys sitting on each side of me where fingering my pussy and then began to spread my legs wider. I resisted a bit but once all of the others started hooting and hollering at the sight of my glistening bald pussy I relaxed just a little. There are many things that turn me on or really get my juices flowing. However, the one thing that absolutely drives me fucking crazy and causes me to lose all control is the feeling of a warm, wet tongue separating the lips of my pussy and finding my clit or my little fuck hole.

One of the guys dropped to his knees between my spread legs and I could feel his warm breath on my thighs just before feeling his tongue along my inner thighs. My heart began to race, anxious for his tongue to reach its' target. He began furiously licking and probing my pussy. I moaned loudly loving the way this boy was devouring my soaked pussy. My moans simply made all around me go even more berserk.

The two guys sitting next to me were massaging my tits and taking turns sticking their tongues down my throat. My fear was still there, but disappearing slowly. My thighs quivered as I covered the boys face that was between my legs with my juices. As soon as my orgasm began to subside, another boy replaced the first between my thighs and hungrily began fucking my drenched pussy with his tongue.

At one time I felt as if I was somewhat in control of the situation, but no more. I was at the mercy of this fucking sex crazed horde of student athletes surrounding me. Some I knew by name, most I had only seen on the field or around school. The two guys on either side of me each put an arm under each of my knees and put both of my arms around their necks. They then picked me up and held me spread eagle for all to get a good look at my swollen, soaked pussy. This drove every guy to new heights of lust and debauchery. There were countless hands caressing, rubbing, groping and mauling every part of my body. I was squirming as the two guys held me up with both fear and pleasure.

"Let's fuck her!" The quarteback of the team yelled out to his teammates.

This brought on a loud cheer from all. They carried me into the bedroom and laid me on my back. Two of the guys pinned my arms down while two more held my legs spread wide. I was becoming a bit terrified. My large tits were heaving madly as my breathing became hurried. All of the guys circled around the bed and were pushing and shoving each other, all anxious to be first to fuck me. Naturally, the quarterback took charge and slid in between my quivering thighs. He knelt between my legs, stroking his cock and getting ready to plunge it into me. By this time, everybody had their cocks out or had stripped naked. All around me were horny teenagers stroking their cocks, fondling my tits and urging their teammates.

As the quarterback inserted his eager cock into my pussy, another guy roughly turned my head to the side and shoved his cock in my mouth. His cock was rather large and he was fucking my mouth deep and much more forcefully than I cared for. I was choking on his cock and wanted desperately for him to finish. I enjoyed the cock pumping my pussy but the guy fucking my mouth was incredibly annoying and bothersome. Luckily, he came quickly. I had no choice but to swallow his huge load as his cock was buried deep in my throat.

The quarterback was fucking me wildly and if he wasn't pleasuring me as he was, the predicament I was in would have been frightful. The guys no longer had to hold me down or keep my legs pried open. They were all yelling and arguing who was going to be next as they stroked their cocks and fondled me. One of the guys I did know, Jimmy, knelt beside me and started rubbing his cock on my lips. I still had a bad taste in my mouth, literally, after the first guy that had his cock in my mouth. Jimmy was much gentler and I willingly began sucking his cock. I could feel his cock getting harder as I pumped his cock with my mouth. He also came very quickly and once again, in my mouth. I love the feel of a cock in my mouth but I can do without tasting or swallowing cum. It turns me on when I feel a man's cock get hard between my lips, knowing that something I did could cause such a reaction. God gave me a great set of tits; I wish more guys would use them to deposit their cum! I was also quite thrilled when I watched all of the guys and how hard their cocks were just from watching me or in anticipation of how they were going to use me.

All of the other guys were urging the quarterback on. They wanted their turn and he continued until finally pulling out of me without shooting his load. The next guy in line came almost instantly, much to my dismay. Then came Tom. Tom had a huge cock, both in length and girth. My pussy was absolutely drenched and open for Tom, yet he struggled a bit to bury his huge lovestick in my hungry pussy. Once I had taken all of him, Tom's cock stretched my pussy wide and completely filled me. I have to admit, I had never felt anything so fucking amazing and fulfilling as I did when Tom pounded my bald pussy into submission!

All the while Tom and his amazing huge fucking cock was slamming forcefully into my pussy, another guy got in position to allow me to suck yet another eager cock. It was very difficult to concentrate on the cock in my mouth with the way in which Tom was mauling my pussy along with all the other hands rubbing my legs and fondling my tits.

I had lost track of how many times I came or how many of the guys had cum in my pussy or my mouth. I had a mixture of my spit and warm cum dribbling down my cheeks and my neck. The guys were massaging the wet and warm mixture onto my tits, causing the large heaving orbs to glisten. My fear had completely disappeared. I didn't want this assault on my pussy or my mouth to end. It was a bit disappointing how quickly some of the boys had climaxed and I was praying that it wouldn't take those guys long to be ready to go again.

Tom's huge cock was still buried deep inside of me. My ass completely came off the bed as I thrust my pelvis upward, desperately trying to match Tom's thunderous, powerful thrusts. The rest of the guys were again getting impatient. I didn't fucking care. Tom's cock felt so damn incredible inside my stretched and drenched pussy. If I had known Tom was packing this kind of meat I may have looked upon him a lot differently. I thought most of the guys, or I should say, all of the guys, were very immature.

When Tom finally came, much to my dismay I might add, his massive cock was buried deep inside of me. His entire body convulsed violently with every stream of warm goo he forcefully sprayed into me. His orgasm was so powerful I could almost taste his cum. My pussy clung tightly to his cock as I savored and milked every drop I could from him.

As Tom was finishing with my pussy, the quarterback had slid his cock between my lips. He was the only one that had not had his cock in both my mouth and my pussy. Also, he was the only one that had not filled my pussy, my mouth, or showered my body with cum. I could tell he was getting very close to climaxing by the look on his face as he watched intently as Tom was ramming his huge cock furiously in me. I could feel the quarterback's cock growing in size and growing extremely hard. I lifted both my tits and squeezed them tightly together. This drove him and everyone else insane. The quarteback withdrew his cock from my soft lips and grasping it tightly, shot stream after stream of warm gooey cum over my tits and onto my stomach. There were strands of his thick cum running down my chin. I massaged his load all over my trembling body.

Everyone was spent, surprisingly even myself. Most of the guys had already dressed and left by the time I realized I had a date and began to gather myself. I ducked into the bathroom to try and clean myself up. My hair didn't have that 'just fucked' look. It had that 'just fucked ten or twenty times' look. There were strands of cum running through it like gooey, sticky highlights. My tits were also covered with cum that had been spread across my entire torso. I had cum dripping out of my pussy and running down my thighs.

My skirt was bunched up around my waist and was very badly wrinkled and stained with even more cum. My blouse was nowhere to be seen, my shoes were tossed in opposite corners of the room and my bra and panties had been missing since I danced for my horny attackers.