"Call me when you get home!" Pam shouted back to her friends. Several of them were piling into the back of an old pick up truck, and a few more in the back of a van on their way back from the football game. They all promised her that they would call her as soon as they had gotten home which left her almost alone in the school parking lot.
The petite Asian pulled her gym back up against her c-cup chest and shivered slightly suddenly feeling the chilled night air on her bare thighs. Her ass was barely covered by the red and blue cheerleader skirt that made up the lower half of her uniform. The top, a form fitting strapless blue tube top that did nothing to conceal her tits was covered in a letterman jacket.
Pam pumped her thighs back and forth slowly trying to get a little warmth into her stems. "Where is she?" She looked at her bag where her blue pom-poms were half hanging out of the bag and her cell phone sat atop it all silent. Her sister had said she'd be there as soon as the game ended, but that had been nearly a half hour ago. The last of her friends had just abandoned her to return home leaving her standing in the parking lot of the Havenwood Mustangs waiting for her ride.
Only a handful of vehicles were still in the parking lot then, all of them belonging to the other team. Aside from the cars and a few stray insects hovering around the lights though Pam was completely alone, or so she thought. The first clue that her isolation had come to an end was the clatter of a soda can skittering along the concrete. It was closely followed by raucous laughter and howls.
Pam didn't need to turn to know who was coming around the corner but she did anyway. The only people still there were the Mustangs themselves. For a team that had just suffered a near shut out, a fifty four to seven defeat they certainly didn't seem to be in poor spirits. In fact from the shouting and the spring in their step you'd think that they had just won the championship or something.
Of course part of that happiness was undoubtedly attributed to the several bottles they were passing around between them. It was too far for Pam to be sure what they were drinking but it wasn't beer, not in bottles that big, or clear. Pam didn't drink at all, she had been fourteen the first and last time she'd drank. It had been New Years Eve and her older sister Kelly and her friends had descended on the house for a party. Her parents had gone away for the night, to this day Pam didn't understand why her parents had thought that New Years Eve was a good day to spend on the swings but it wasn't important. She wasn't sure why she even remembered that detail, she remembered so little else of that night. She remembered that she had pepperoni and pineapple pizza and that she'd been thirsty that night so she'd asked for a Sprite. One of the boys had brought her a Dixie cup of Sprite but of course the tiny paper cup didn't quench her thirst. Nor did the seven she could remember drinking after that. By the time Kelly had stumbled over her sister, literally she tripped over Pam's prone corpse, it was the middle of the morning. Well not corpse obviously as she was still alive but she was kinda wishing she wasn't right then as the pineapple chunks and pepperoni slices plotted a third tummy break. Like the three previous attempts and countless latter schemes this one was successful. It was set apart from the others because some of the yellow fruits hitched a ride on Kelly's shoes. She'd spent the entire next day trying to turn down the sun and quiet the war going on downstairs. Her first drinking experience had also become her last.
Pam found herself scooting further into to the light, her formerly white tennis shoes slightly green with grass stains. She could almost feel the light on her skin and it felt . . . safe. That was the best word for it. It was probably the worse thing she could have done. If she'd stayed still, partially in the shadows there was a chance that the intoxicated athletes would have walked right past her, and never seen her. By stepping into the light she might as well have painted a bull's eye on her impressive chest.
'Holy shit looks like somebody got left behind." One of them shouted. She recognized him as Tyrone Smith, he was one of the line backers. He was over six feet tall and he seemed as wide as he was tall though some of that was the shoulder pads beneath his silver edged black jersey. Some of it wasn't however as his belly stretched the lower half of the jersey pulling it out from the lower half of the uniform. Even in the light he was dark, even for a black man he was dark almost blue or purple but in the night he was nearly invisible. Only his eyes and teeth were clearly visible. "They left behind a little cheer slut."
"No nonono, they left behind the cheer slut!" Another man said trotting to the front with a beer bottle in hand. He turned the brown bottled to his lips and stepped closer to her moving to sandwich her between himself and the other perhaps twenty members of his team. "This bitch right here is Pam." She didn't recognize him until he turned his back on her for a moment but then she knew exactly who he was. Crow, his name was Jet Crow. Really, his parents had thought it was neat, basically naming him "black" crow but when he'd become a varsity wide receiver his freshmen year it became obvious that Jet was really a comment on his speed not the color of his skin, which was also black. It was a delicious chocolate brown Black war stripes were painted beneath each eye.
It was obvious after a moment that the other didn't really know who they were looking at it. "You've got to be fucking kidding me my brothers. You don't know Pam? Little sister of Kinky fucking Kelly? The girl who would do anything for a cock?" Several grunts and groans made it obvious that the name Kelly was legendary. "I bet Pam here is just like her fucking slutty sister. You want some fucking black snake?" He taunted grabbing his crotch and suggestively pumping his hips towards her.
"No." Pam responded backing away as the slender black man stalked towards her. Her heart started to race, preparing to flee even though she knew there was no escape. She nearly leaped into the air when she felt a massive hand palm her bare rear.
"This slut ain't got no panties!" Pam spun around and away from Tyrone's grasp. She didn't want to admit it, but the feeling of his rough hands on her smooth rear sent a jolt the length of her spine. It was a pleasant jolt, one that started her tight cunt moistening.
"No shit?" Jet slipped his arms beneath hers, lacing his fingers behind her head and locking her into a full nelson. "Lets see that pussy!" Pam kicked her legs trying to catch Tyrone in the balls, or in the jaw. Both were equally good targets as Jet lifted her up. She failed to connect with either. Tyrone snagged one of her legs and lifted it up letting her skirt fall out of the way revealing her puss.
She wasn't wearing panties, she never wore any when she was out cheerleading. Kelly had convinced Pam that wearing panties when you cheered would make it harder to perform and that the cool air would keep her from overheating. She shaved down there as well, a thin stripe of black hair drawn above the narrow slit between her thighs. "Let me go!" Pam screamed flailing around against her attackers.
Her reward was a slap to the face that snapped her head to the side. Pam was instantly aware of the hand print, the hot flesh rising on her cheek as equally hot tears welled in her eyes. "Shut the fuck up Pam. I know you, you're just like your sister. The louder you scream the more you fucking want it. You're just another slut like she was." Tyrone growled and then backhanded her. She started to open her mouth again but he raised his hand threatening to cuff her yet again so Pam bit down on her lip letting out only a desperate whimper. "That's what I fucking thought." The crowd gathered around her. "You know what Pam I'll make you a deal are you listening?" The raven haired girl nodded her head. "Prove me wrong, if you're not a fucking piece of shit whore like your sister you won't be wet and we'll just let you go isn't that right boys?" There were several approving grunts.
Pam grit her fingers as Tyrone forced a pair of fingers into her hole. He was right, she was Kelly's sister and her body was already betraying her. Beneath the jacket and wrapped in the skin tight fabric her nipples were starting to harden into points. "Stop it." She whispered feeling her face flush red this time from embarrassment more than the stinging handprints on either side of her face.
"Stop it?" Tyrone mocked jamming a second finger into her slit. "I told you I'd stop if you were a whore like your sister, but you are! He pulled his finger out of her and paraded it around the crowd letting the rest of the team get a sniff of her cunt. "Ya'll smell that? That's genuine pussy juice!" They roared their approval ad started crowding around her tighter. "You wanna suck my big black dick?" It was Tyrone again clutching his groin.
