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 The Greased Cheerleader Contest (M+/f, humiliation)
 by NormDePloom (NormDePloom@hotmail.com) 



***

Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved. This story
may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed 
with this notice attached.  The author may be contacted at 
normdeploom@hotmail.com

***

You've got to understand, the only reason I tried out to be a
cheerleader was for my mother.  She had always wanted to be one and
pushed me into it.  I really didn't think I had a chance of making
the squad.  I wasn't one of the 'popular' girls.  I didn't date a
single member of the football team.  In fact, I wasn't dating anyone,
and unlike the other members of the cheerleader squad I did not act
like I was screwing around with the whole team.

Imagine my surprise when they announced that I had won the sole open
position on the squad.  My mother was delirious with joy.  I think my
father probably got more sex that week than he had since their
honeymoon.  I worked hard over the next few weeks learning the
routines and trying to fit in.  I went to the local coffee shop with
all the other girls every day after practice and watched them flirt
with the boys from the team.

I slowly became aware that there was going to be an 'initiation'
after the first home game of the year.  I didn't worry about it, I
was sure that it would be childish and humiliating, and that I would
be embarrassed beyond all measure.

On Wednesday before the big home game on Friday I noticed the head
cheerleader carrying around a cigar box with a chart listing all of
the members of the football team.  She explained that she was running
a pool on who would be first.  'First what?' I had asked her naively.
 'Oh, you'll see.' She said with a nasty chuckle.  Later that day she
informed me that I would have to bring the Crisco on Friday night.

'Crisco?' I remember asking her just as naively as when I asked her
about the pool.  'Yea,-' She had answered with a smirk. '-it's sort
of a good luck tradition.  The new girl always brings the Crisco.'
She left me standing in the dressing room staring confusedly as she
walked out the door.

Friday was abuzz with pre-game activity.  We led cheers at the pep
rally.  We booed when the car full of players from our archrival sped
past the occupants shouting obscenities and mooning us through the
car windows.  I was amazed when the head cheerleader asked me over to
her house for an early dinner before we had to be back for the game.
It felt good to finally be accepted by the 'in' girls.  I called my
mom and let her know.  From the way she reacted you would have
thought that she was the one on the squad.  'See you at the game.'
She said as she hung up.

We drove to her house in her brand new car.  It was the biggest most
expensive house in the neighborhood.  After eating a light dinner we
went upstairs to her room to get into our cheerleading outfits.  To
my utter amazement she stripped down completely, I mean butt naked
then wondered around the room showing off her body.  I went no
further than panties and bra, and was embarrassed to be seen by
another person in my underwear.

She took out her cigar box then after unfolding the accompanying
chart on her bed signaled me to come over.  It was a curious graph.
The very top was labeled 'Who's on First'.  The team member's names
were listed along the left hand side of the page.  Each team member
got three sub rows labeled  'A', 'C' and 'M'.  Times were listed
along the top of the page.  The resulting squares were filled in with
the names of people who were betting in the pool.

'Are you betting on who's going to score first?' I asked.  I can't
believe how innocent I still was that afternoon.

'In a manner of speaking.' She answered with that irritating smirk.

'What do the A, C and M stand for?'

'Ah...well...actually different ways of scoring.'  I must have looked
confused. 'Don't worry.' She said putting her arm over my shoulder
'It will all be clear for you after the game tonight.'  That answer
gave me a somewhat uneasy feeling.

'I want you to pick out a square.' She urged me closer to the chart.
'As the novice cheerleader you get one square free.'  She gave me a
nudge with her elbow.  'If you want any more than that you'll have to
pay for them like everyone else.'  I looked over the chart, the time
line ran from one minute all the way to thirty minutes.

'I notice a lot of people bet on the defensive team.' I said looking
up at her. 'That doesn't seem to be a very good bet.  I mean they
don't score that often.'

'Don't be so sure.' She grinned at me. 'I know for a personal fact
that every one of them has scored many times.'  I noticed that all
three of the quarterback's rows were almost filled.

'Your boyfriend seems to have gotten a lot of bets.'

'Yea, look here.' She said pointing to a block of squares. 'I bought
six myself, two in each category.'  She tapped the paper. 'I'm
betting it will only take five or six minutes.'

'I'll take this one.' I said pointing to the first available square
in the quarterback's 'C' column.

'Twenty-five minutes.' She mused. 'I don't think there's any chance
of it lasting that long, but what the heck it's a free square.'  She
picked up a pen and wrote my name in the space I had indicated.  Then
she stood up and pulled her cheerleader sweater on over her bare
breasts.

'Aren't you going to wear a bra?' I asked in amazement.

'No, don't be silly.' She laughed at me. 'We always go braless to the
first game.  You know, for luck, just like your Crisco.' She stopped
and looked at me.  'You did get the Crisco didn't you?'  I nodded yes
and pulled the can from my backpack.

'Oh put it away.' She waved her hand at me.  'I just wanted to make
sure you had it.' She turned and bent over to pull on a pair of
high-rise spandex panties. In the process she gave me a view of her
privates just a foot or two from my face.  I'd never been that close
to another woman's vagina before and I must admit I was curious.  She
looked back at me around her legs.

'Shame on you for looking.' I blushed furiously. 'Now get that bra
off and get into your cheerleading uniform.'  I turned away from her
to preserve a modicum of modesty and after slipping my bra off pulled
my cheerleader sweater over my head.  I was embarrassed beyond
believe and almost left the room, but I really did want to fit in
with the 'in' crowed, and I didn't want to disappoint my mother by
quitting the cheerleading squad.  I was amazed by how much my nipples
responded to the sweater being pulled over them.  When I turned
around I caught sight of myself in her mirror.

I could clearly see my hard nipples under the tight knitted sweater.
I felt like my face was on fire from humiliation thinking about
everybody seeing my nipples like that.  Strangely enough that just
made my nipples harder.

We met the other cheerleaders at the football field.  The leader
immediately pulled the others aside a few feet from me and pointed
out my square on the 'Who's on First' pool.  They all looked over at
me and laughed.  'She'll never make it that long.' I heard one of
them say.  As thy all laughed and nodded their agreement I began to
realize that there was something very important that I seemed to be
missing about this situation.

All during the game my nipples were kept hard rubbing against the
inside of the sweater as I bounced and jumped around on the sideline.
 During some of our more gymnastic cheers I was grabbed a few times
very inappropriately by the other cheerleaders, but what could I do
about it?  I kept waiting for the leader to announce the winner of
the pool.  Every time we would score I would look at her expecting
some kind of announcement.

After the game, as the football team trotted into their locker room,
the other cheerleaders surrounded me and walked me off the field.

'It's time to get you ready for your initiation.' The leader
announced as we entered the women's locker room.  Suddenly the other
girls grabbed me and slammed me up against the lockers.

'What's going on?  What are you doing to me?' I kept asking over and
over as they pulled my clothes from my body.  The other girls held me
pinned against the lockers naked while the leader got the can of
Crisco from my backpack and opened it.  She stood in front of me and
scooped a handful of vegetable shortening out of the can.

'Shut up, slut.' She demanded as she smeared the gooey stuff on my
breasts.  'It's your turn to play Catch the Greased Cheerleader with
the football team.'    I struggled, trying to get out of their
grasps, but they held me tight as the leader proceeded to grease
every inch of my body.  She seemed to take particular pleasure in
rubbing the Crisco between my legs.  As she greased me she continued
to talk.

'You've seen those Catch the Greased Pig contests haven't you.' She
continued without waiting for a reply. 'This is the same thing,
except you're the pig and whichever member of the football team gets
his cock inside you first is the winner.' She stood back to view her
work.  'After the winner is finished the rest of the team will take
their turns.' She grinned at me. 'Continuing to try to fight them off
is optional.'

By this time I was in too much shock to seriously fight them as they
put duct tape over my eyes then marched me out the door and down the
hallway wearing only a thick coat of Crisco shortening.  They opened
the door to the boy's locker room and flung me through.

'Here she is boys.' The head cheerleader yelled as I stumbled into
the middle of the room.  Hands grabbed me from all sides.  I started
wiggling, kicking and trying to fight them off in every way I could.
Their competition to be the first one inside me actually worked to my
advantage as they pulled me away from each other and fought each
other as much as they did me.

I have no idea how long the struggle went on, it seemed like forever.
 They had placed a wrestling mat on the floor, but it still knocked
my breath out when I got slammed or dropped onto it.  I continued to
fight as hard as I could but I knew I could not continue for long,
then a whistle blew and I was left lying on the mat.

'Your doing great.' The head cheerleader whispered in my ear as hands
applied more Crisco to my body.  'Keep up the good work and you might
just win the pool yourself.'  The whistle blew and I was pounced on
by the football team once more.

Again I wiggled, kicked and struck out at anything I could hit.  I
know I landed a few good blows.  Once I found my hand on some boy's
balls and squeezed until I heard him scream in pain.  I could hear
the other cheerleaders urging the football players on.

'Come on and get her.' I heard the head cheerleader yell at her
quarterback boyfriend.  'Your going to make me loose the pool.'  That
pissed me off and I started fighting harder than ever.  I was going
to be damned if I'd let any one of them stick their cocks in me
without a fight.  The other cheerleaders may have all been sluts, but
I wasn't.

Again, just as I thought I wouldn't be able to go on another second,
the whistle blew and all the boys backed off.  The other cheerleaders
sat me up and gave me some water to drink while they slathered even
more Crisco over my bruised aching body.

'Side bets are that you're going to set a new record.  Nobody thought
you had it in you.'

'Not yet anyway.' I replied getting a chuckle from all the
cheerleaders.  I have no idea where that came from but, when the
whistle blew, I was more determined than ever.  I was determined that
whichever one of them managed to fuck me was going to fight for it,
and I was determined that every one of them would pay for it with
bodily injuries.  No more Miss Nice Cheerleader, I was now bitch
incarnate.

I had learned.  My kicks struck crotches more often now and I
purposely sought for and viciously squeezed every ball I could get my
hands on.  But there were more of them than me, and I was slowly
being worn down.

The moment finally came when I could not keep them off me any longer,
my feeble struggles could not dislodge the boy between my legs and I
felt his cock slowly pushing into me.  I had no fight left in me, I
collapsed onto the mat and laid still, unmoving as the winner claimed
his prize, my virgin pussy.

I felt his cock, deep inside me, twitch and jerk and I new that I was
receiving the first cum ever inside my body.  The first, but not the
last.  As soon as he was done somebody pulled him off and replaced
him.  I felt my second cock pushing inside me.

I was caught off guard by the lack of pain.  I'd always thought that
it hurt the first time.  But, except for my exhaustion and the fact
that my body was aching from fighting them off, that first cock felt
pretty good, and by the time the second one dumped its load of cum
into me I was beginning to respond.  I don't think I actually came
the first time until the third or fourth team member.

While each boy on the team took his turn fucking me the others rubbed
their hands of my still slippery Crisco coated body paying special
attention to my breasts.  I felt exploratory fingers being pushed
into my rectum and somebody lifted my hands up and placed each on a
hard cock.  By this time I'd lost count of how many times I'd been
fucked but there seemed to be no end to the hard cocks waiting their
turns.  I felt the cocks I my hands jerk, and felt the hot cum
splashing on my face and breasts.

The fucking tapered off, and the room began to quite down as the
satiated boys dressed and left for the after-game dance.  My fellow
cheerleaders helped me to my feet and walked me back to the girl's
locker room.  I was ushered into a hot shower and, still blindfolded
with the duct tape, washed with gentle hands.

'You now belong to the football team.' The head cheerleader explained
as their soapy hands roamed over my body.  'From now on you will be
expected to fuck anyone of them any time they want.'  As she talked
she expertly washed between my legs paying special attention to my
clitoris until my body tensed, then relaxed with one more orgasm.

They took the duct tape off my eyes, then dressed me for the dance.
They dressed me in the same clothes they were all wearing a cut off
T-shirt that barely covered our braless tits and a short skirt with
no panties underneath.

'We've got to be available for them at all times.' One of the
cheerleaders explained as we walked from the girl's dressing room.
When we reached to door leading out to the parking lot the head
cheerleader stopped me and got out a wad of cash.

'As the novice cheerleader you get one-quarter of the pot.  As the
first one inside you the quarterback got one-quarter of the pot, and
as winner of the pool you get the other half of the pot.' She
finished handing me the wad of money.

I really had my doubts about being a cheerleader and having to fuck
all those boys on the football team whenever thy wanted, but what
could I do?

I didn't want to disappoint my mother.