she had just finished study hall and wandered innocently into the (wrong) locker room after the game. she was immediately confronted with dozens of very large, much older boys in various stages of undress: some in uniform pants, some with towels wrapped around them, some in jockstraps, some wearing nothing at all. she seemed overcome by the oppressive humidity, ripe with the dank musk of sweat. she stood there staring for a moment, viscerally aware of the underlying anger of the players (we lost). she instinctively brought her hands up to her chest. she could feel the flush rising in her cheeks. one or two of the boys now noticed her. "are you lost honey?" one of them asked and laughed huskily. another, dressed only in a towel, stood right in front of her. "do you wanna touch it sweetie?" he said and dropped his towel. "she doesn't look lost to me" shouted another one, "i think she's enjoying the view". the boys all laughed, almost hungrily. she stood there mute, not knowing where to look. "it's ok honey" a large boy said as he moved towards her, "don't worry. here, give me your hand". instinctively she pulled back. he extended his hand and, tentatively, she put her hand out towards him. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist firmly and pulled her forward. another boy grabbed her other wrist and began to spread her arms apart. she tried to pull away but two sets of hands grabbed her ankles, steadying her. behind her, she heard the click of the bolt in the locker room door sliding shut. her arms were pulled up above her head now and away from her body. another boy, the captain, stepped right in front of her. "don't worry", he said calmly "we just wanna play...." and began to reach his hand up under her skirt, his massive palm sliding against the warmth spreading over her cotton panties. she began to blush with embarrassment at the moistness between her legs. "Seems like someone's happy to see us" he exclaimed. He clamped his fingers closed in a fist crumpling her panties between his fingers and puling them down, sliding over her ass cheeks and between her legs. "let's give her what she wants". there was a large rolling cart used for collecting dirty towels in the corner of the room. one of the boys grabbed it and rolled it towards her, turning it sideways until the bar sat just against her hips. suddenly the two boys holding her wrists stepped around either side of the cart and pulled her forward by her wrists bending her over the cart. a hand slid up to the back of her neck and pushed her down over the side of the cart, her head face down in a pile of damp towels. another hand pulled her skirt up, sliding it over her exposed ass and pushing it onto her back. suddenly a hand smacked down hard against her ass. she could feel her cheeks reddening with pain, her cry muffled by the towels. "spread 'em" growled a voice from behind her as two meaty hands grabbed her ass cheeks. they gripped her cheeks, nearly lifting her off the ground. she tried to pull her head up, but the hand at the back of her neck pushed her further down into the towels. again, a hand slapped the top of her ass...twice - reddening her bottom. we could hear her whimpering slightly into the damp cotton surrounding her face. two pairs of arms now grabbed her legs just below her knees and pulled her legs straight up off the ground. she gasped as she felt a powerful toweled torso move between her legs. suddenly the towel was pulled off, brushing against her thighs and thrown into the cart covering her head. she could feel a stiff, erect cock brush along the inside of her thigh, moving inexorably up towards her crotch. she felt the tip, throbbing as it began to rub between her ass cheeks. her legs were pulled further aloft now and a hand slipped between her legs, the fingers opening her pussy lips and guiding the tip of the cock to the edge of her cunt. her legs, held tight by the ankles, were pulled back hard as the cock drove into her, hard, buried to the hilt. she cried out, this time clearly, even over the towels, but the boys just laughed. the captain's hands grabbed her hips and he began to ride her, thrusting deep into her in a furious, crude rhythm as she began to moan. the boys holding her legs pulled hard on them, as if they too were part of the act. she felt her muscles being stretched, tensing with each jolt. she could feel his balls slapping against her lower abdomen as he rocked into her faster and faster.