.........Maize:There’s a boot pressing on my left cheek, keeping the right one flat against the concrete. Someone’s jerking my arms behind my back... but I can’t see who. My dad is screaming, begging them to let me go but I know that it’ll be no use.I’m not even scared anymore, they’ve been fucking me for what seems like days and my mind is getting used to it even if my body isn’t. The dull ache between my legs is made worse when cold hands force them wide apart. “Fucking look at it!” I hear the. The problem was, if we won our next two, the starters would definitely sit out the final game, it meant nothing. That might cause Josh not to get the record, which he really deserved. He was only six hundred and eighteen yards shy of breaking it, hopefully he would do it.We went on the road for our next game, which we won easily 45-10, Josh had a banner day, four hundred eighty six yards, four touchdowns. That combined with a loss by the team with second best overall record in our conference,. Then I looked down and noticed a movement in her skirt. From her crotch to the seam. I put an arm behind her on her shloulders and kissed her, licking her lips gently. Her tongue found mine. Meanwhile my other hand was stroking the bulge that arose underneath the cotton. A little tent arose. I kept stroking till my hand felt more than just cotton, but some solid human tissue while my ear was overpoured with a hissing sound.She wasn't the only one fighting a loss of breathcontrol."Maybe we. Her nipples would poke through the material and the skirt hugged her ass and draped across her thighs. Her brown hair was down and cascaded over her shoulders. Yummy.Then I saw her shift closer to the middle of the bus. She stood there, still. I sensed something was either happening or going to happen. And it did..I noticed that right by her was this middle aged man around 40 yrs standing behind her. And it seemed as if she was pushing her ass out so that it rubbed against his crotch. At first.