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Jealous, the captain of the cheerleading squad arranges for a special initiation at the post homecoming party at lake park. (M+/F, reluc, slut, gb, hazing, preg?) *** Jean Jones graduated high school top of her class at age 17 and was picked by the state university on a cheerleading scholarship. The campus was two hours from home so her folks found her a dorm room. Her 18th birthday would come two days before Halloween which meant that her first 6 weeks as a college student she was still 17. Her grey eyes and raven hair and petite athletic build with breasts that were ample for her figure but had no sag that needed support and rump that made the men salivate made the captain of the cheerleading squad extremely envious. Sarah Wilson was a senior and a blond blue eyed athlete whore who had made an art of climbing the college social scene by fucking her way to the top. She was determined to bring down her new protégé and the Homecoming party out at Lake Park was determined to be the best time and location to do so. The party was a kegger that the fraternities and sororities both contributed to and was a time acknowledged as setting claims on members of the opposite sex for at least the first quarter. Sarah knew that Jean was a virgin and determined to maintain that status and that was the means she would use to bring her down off her perceived high horse. As people began arriving around 10PM the cheerleaders handed out tickets to all the males. Sarah reserved number one for the captain of the football team who was her current beau. She figured this would tie him to her for the first part of the year at least. By 10:30 there were close to 150 people there. The ratio appeared to be 1:2 females to males. Most of them had been secretly informed of Sarah's plans for the party and Jean's cheerleader initiation and eagerly awaited her announcement which she gave them at 11 c'clock. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you know we have 3 new freshmen cheerleaders this year and it is time for the annual swimsuit competition so I as all three to come forward." She was standing on the back of her boyfriend's pickup the tailgate serving to extend the bed another two feet. Amy Watson and Helen Smith were younger versions of Sarah who had laid their way through high school to earn their scholarships and were in on the details of the night's festivities. Neither of them was disappointed that they would not "win" the "competition". The weather was unseemly warm for the time of year and the girls were told to enter a nearby van and put on their cheerleading outfits. Jean was shocked at the outfit's skimpiness. The skirts barely covered there asses and the tops only came down over their nipples. Even though she didn't wear bras normally other than the sports ones for cheerleading, she was happy for the small front clasp ones they were given to wear that barely covered her dark pink inch and a half areolas with their pencil eraser nipples. The panties were thongs with just enough cloth to contain her jet black pubes that naturally grew in a vee that needed no trimming. If she had seen Japanese porn she would have thought that there was some Japanese in her genetic background. The other girls didn't seem bothered by the outfits in the least. When they emerged everyone cheered and their feet never touched the ground as groups of male athletes carried them over to the pickup and stood them up next to Sarah. "As you know," Sarah began, "you are the judges of who the winner is. But before we begin it is time for the chug a lug contest." A glass was put in the hand of each of the girls and a litre of Southern Comfort produced. They were plastic 8oz glasses into which equal amounts of the golden liquid was poured. While Amy and Helen had drunk their share at high school parties they knew that Jean had never drunk before. "Drink up!" Sarah commanded and they all took a mouthful. Jean was shocked by the burning sensation as the alcohol made its way down her throat to her stomach. She was afraid she would gag and throw up but took comfort in the fact that Amy and Helen seemed to be having more trouble than her. Her second swallow went down much easier than the first as she knew what to expect. With two ounces left she gulped them down seconds ahead of the other two and was sure she won when the glasses were refilled. Having finished first hers was the first refill and she immediately chugged it as if it were water. She hardly noticed that the third and fourth refills were hers alone. The liquor went straight to her head and it was a wonder she didn't pass out. She was quite wobbly as she stood next to Sarah as the declared chug a lug winner. "Now for the swimsuit competition," Sarah announced. "But we don't have swimsuits," Jean slurred. "Don't worry, you'll be fine," Sarah reassured her. "First is the cheerleading suit competition so applaud your favorite." She stepped behind the three contestants and held her hand over Amy's head to a burst of reasonable applause. Then she moved behind Helen where there was a drop in the volume of the applause. Lastly she moved behind Jean and the applause was deafening. "Sorry, Helen," she said winking at the new recruit as she was helped down from the truck. "Now the bikini contest. Strip girls." Jean was aware of why they had been given the bra and panties skimpy though they were. She hesitated and then followed Amy about a second behind as she removed the top and skirt. She had never felt so naked in her life and took comfort from the fact that she was not alone. Once again the applause meter was applied and Amy lost. "Congratulations Jean," Sarah cried as Amy was lifted down and applause was the loudest yet. "What do I win?" Jean said and it was obvious she was really feeling the effects of the Southern Comfort. "First, you win your own bottle--" and another unopened litre of Southern Comfort was handed up to Jean, "so let's drink a toast to your win." Jean unscrewed the cap and took a big swig straight from the bottle. When she finished she began to realize she might be in trouble. All around the pickup she saw her male classmates stripping off their clothes. She took another big swig as if it was water and realized she was now beyond tipsy and well on her way to drunk. "Your second prize is the right to model your last outfit--your birthday suit!" "My birthday sui? But that's--" She was stopped in midsentence by Sarah popping open the front hook of her skimpy bra and slipping it off of her. Crossing her arms to cover her sudden nudity she was late to realize that her skimpy thong bikini was being stripped from her as well. There was a rustling noise like a trash bag behind her and before she could reach down and cover her most private spot she was falling backwards where she landed on a mattress that had been covered by a plastic tarp. Struggling to get up she spilled half her bottle over herself. Fearing to be deprived of her prize she drank some more until there was only an inch in the bottom. Someone took it away from her and poured the last of it over the side but she was too drunk by then to notice. "Your final prize is the right to wear the Condom Bikini home across the field to your dorm." "But my clothes--" "--have been taken back to your room." "But what's a condom bikini?" "It is something you have to make yourself," Sarah said holding up two pieces of twine--one long enough to tie around her waist and one long enough to tie above her nipples. "But there is nothing on them--" "Because you will have to tie condoms unto them like grass on a grass skirt until they are enough to cover your privates." She held up ten packages of condoms with a dozen each. "Okay, let me start." "It's not that simple, Jean. The condoms have to have been used for their intended purpose--" "So I am sure lots have been used around here already let's start collecting--" "with you, Jean, used with you." "But I am ovulating!" "So? That's what condoms are for?" "But what if one breaks?" "That is a myth. They never break." "But I am a virgin!" "Well, if you want to keep that status you can just walk back to the dorm now." "But I am naked..." "Your choice. Walk back a naked virgin or covered by a condom bikini..." The liquor was really kicking in and she laid back in resignation. "So who is going to do it with me?" Sarah helped her sit up and she saw dozens of naked males sporting hard-ons from 6 to 11 inches and string necklaces with stiff paper cards with large numbers in black marker. Next to the bed of the truck and climbing up was Sarah's boyfriend, the football captain with a respectable 8 inches and a card with 1 on it. While she watched him put on a pink condom she was shocked when she saw a 76 around one of the necks. She was tense nervous and dry as Sarah's boyfriend lined his cock up with her opening but before he thrust in he declared, "Looks tight," and rocked back on his calves as though he had second thoughts and Jean relaxed as she thought it wasn't going to happen. But someone handed something to the team captain that looked like a tube. Then he pressed it into her opening and she was suddenly filled with what seemed to be a very cold cream. Half the tube was in her before he removed it and she read K-Y on it as he handed it back where it came from. Sex lubricant! She had heard of it but never saw it or used it. It finally dawned on her that this was really going to happen. Aided by the lubricant the eight inch ramrod eased halfway into her, tearing her virginity and making her feel a fullness she had never imagined. The lube helped but there was still some pain as the tissues and muscles stretched but did not tear. He held it halfway to help her get used to it and relax a little. Then he pulled back and eased 3/4s into her. It went easier for both of them as Jean began to accommodate her first cock. The alcohol helped her relax as well. With his next thrust all 8 inches of him was inside her and her clit was mashed between their pelvic bones. After a brief pause he began thrusting in and out picking up speed as he went. In spite of her own determination to endure this gangbang rather than enjoy it, Jean's body betrayed her and she experienced her first major cock induced orgasm. Two orgasms later she felt him go deep, swell and twitch and was grateful for the condom capturing his seed. He pulled out and she looked at the reservoir tip filled with a tablespoon of sperm that could have gone inside her. Sarah took it from him and emptied it into the now empty Southern Comfort bottle and laid the empty condom next to the two pieces of twine. Number 2 was already sliding into her before Sarah had finished. The fact that most of these guys hadn't had any over the summer and some of the freshmen were as virgin as she had been and over eager meant that most of the encounters took two to three minutes -- more the former than the latter. At the end of the first hour there were 25 condoms emptied into the SoCo bottle filling it about a third of the way and lying empty next to the twine. By one AM she had become acquainted with 30 more of her male classmates mating tools. It turned out that 76 was the last one and he came inside her around 1:30 and she was relieved it was over. "Halfway there," Sarah announced. "What?" "You'll need twice as many condoms to make a truly decent grass skirt to cover your privates on the way back to the dorm." It was 4:30AM when she had fucked all 76 again only in backwards order like a countdown. The final one to fill a condom for her was Sarah's boyfriend who had originally taken her virginity. She was more than numb between her legs and hadn't had an orgasm since around number 60 the first go round. None of the condoms had broken or leaked and she was grateful. especially when she glanced over at the SoCo bottle and found it was nearly full. They all cheered her on as she tied the condoms onto the two lengths of twine with 100 around the bottom and 52 on the top. Then Sarah tied them in place. She held out the SoCo bottle and said, "Bottoms up!" "I'm not drinking that!" Jean protested. Sarah was not to be deterred. "All right then boys--bottoms up!" Jean looked around to see who would be the first to drink the cum concoction from 152 ejaculations. Instead they moved in and picked her up and turned her upside down. "These offerings were given to you, Jean, and they belong inside you. Since you won't take them orally we'll have to do something else. Fear ran through Jean's mind as she felt fingers probing the opening that their cocks had so recently become acquainted with. Then she felt some more K-Y that had been used periodically through the night only now it was being shoved into her anus. It felt like cold slime but she was relieved they were going to pour it in her ass instead of her pussy. They had a little trouble overcoming her natural resistance to having her ass violated but she did her best to relax and was rewarded with the feel of the cool glass neck of the bottle sliding into her rectum. She could feel the bottle's contents entering her bowels up to a point and then the bottle was slowly withdrawn and tilted down at the same time. It was held up where she could see that 2/3 of it was now empty. "She's full already?" Sarah asked to an affirmative male response. "Well, I guess there is no other option." Jean relaxed thinking her ordeal was over when she once again was held upside down only this time the rim of the bottle was pressed against her pussy. "But I'm ovulating!" she cried as she squirmed as furiously as she could against her tormentors. But 115 pound cheerleader was no match for 200 pound football players and in less than a minute the bottle was upturned into her tunnel of love and the neck was shoved as deep as possible. Sarah leaned in and rubbed her clit reviving her sexual arousal until Jean was cumming with the bottle up against her cervix. As her internal organs sought to draw sperm into her uterus the bottle was slowly removed leaving the last of its contents in her fertile furrow. They kept her upside down for 10 minutes and she could do nothing to clean their cum out of her but try to squeeze it out. But that was only marginally successful and soon no more could be pushed out with her contractions and she had to feel the goo slowly seeping through her cervical opening. They eventually laid her down on a relatively clean patch of grass where she passed out from the night's torment. She came to around 6 AM as the sun was rising and found herself alone in the field wearing only her condom bikini. Doing her best to augment her coverage with her hands and arms she set out the half mile to her dorm preying the sun would stay down long enough for her to get to her room. They had put her keys in a lanyard around her neck but when she looked it was only her room key. That meant she would have to buzz the security desk to let her into the building. Old man Johnson was a retired 60 year old marine who took great pride in his 10" Johnson and had blackmailed its way into many a teen twat who stayed out too late and Jean feared the worst. But it was a coed dorm and if she didn't get in soon she would have to run a gauntlet of her male dorm mates on their way to class--most of whom would delight in being a little late for class. She made it to the front door without running into anybody and it was only 6:20. But as she feared, old man Johnson made her sit on his johnson and ride it until he blasted inside her with her first dose of cock delivered cum. As his cum oozed down her thighs she got on the elevator and headed for 3rd floor and her room--a place she thought she would never leave again. As she emerged from the elevator she was met by three of the upperclassmen and her floor RA--Resident Advisor. The RA was there to advocate for the freshmen and provide them guidance and assistance as they entered college life. "Looks like she almost got home scot free, gentlemen," the RA said as they surrounded the hot bedraggled freshman. They knew the significance of the condom bikini and decided they would get a piece of the action. "Please, Paul," she pleaded, "I'm too sore." "Well," said the RA we will have to go slow and gentle. They escorted her to her room, the place she had envisioned as her refuge at the end of the night. They took a pair of scissors and snipped the bikini top and bottoms next to the knots that Sarah had tied. Going over to her window Paul opened it and removed the screen. Leaning out, he used some sealing tape to tape the ends to the outside wall directly under her window. He then took a piece of blank paper and a marker and wrote her room number in large numbers and taped it above the two strings of used condoms. While he was doing this her three fellow dormers were each taking a condomless turn at experiencing her feminine charms while she moaned, "But I won't be 18 for two weeks..." like some kind of mantra. By noon it seemed half the male members of campus including faculty had seen the signal the RA had placed on the outside dorm wall and had taken their turn at experiencing her charms. She had passed out from fatigue after 8 AM and when she woke about 2 PM she was alone but her belly was covered with bundles of 5 hash marks in magic marker with three extras and she realized they had been keeping score just like with the empty condoms. Only now there were 68 loads of cum shot into her directly. After an hour, she went to the window and removed the screen and took down the room number and condom bikini. On her floor every other room contained members of the opposite sex and the practice at the bathroom was to slide a bar left or right to expose BOYS or GIRLS depending on the current occupant. She knew most of the boys had not only seen her naked but fucked her as well so what was the point of a robe or changing the sign to girls. There were two showers with a changing stall in front of the shower, each with a curtain to be drawn for privacy. She didn't bother. She hung her towel on the towel hook and took a long hot shower doing her best to clean out her pussy with her fingers. She was aware of how the night had changed her anatomically as her lips seemed permanently more puffy and her tightness was forever gone. Just before she finished Paul came in in a robe carrying his towel. When he saw her he hung his stuff next to her towel and closed the outer curtain before stepping into the shower with her. "Save water," he said, "Shower with a friend." Jean groaned and simply turned around and bent halfway over as he slid into her from behind. It was a new experience for her and she managed to have an orgasm before she felt him blast inside her in the now familiar swelling and twitching that meant she would soon be sprouting a big belly and breasts full of milk. When he left, she scooped out as much of his cum as she could and finished her shower. No one was in the halls as she went back to her room and locked her door. It was 6 AM 13 hours after her shower and 24 hours since old man Johnson had been the first man to directly inject her with male sperm when she woke up, dressed and made her way to the dining hall for breakfast. No one acted as though anything had happened. Most of them wouldn't believe her if she told them and apparently the rest were too ashamed or determined that she had some kind of attitude that had needed adjusting and got what she asked for. She thought the ordeal was over. The following weekend at 6 PM she was coming back from dinner when she saw old man Johnson at the security desk. He motioned for her to come over to the desk and then indicated for her to follow him into the office where he shut the door. "I just have something to show you, Miss Jones," he said as he flipped on the desktop and opened a file. It was a compilation of videos of her ordeal from the previous Saturday night including her losing her virginity to the football captain, the amassing of used condoms, the assembly of the bikini, the emptying of the bottle into her bowels and pussy, her fucking him in his lap on her way home and the accumulation of magic marker hash marks on her belly as cocks pulled out of her showing their cum oozing out. "This will just remain between us and those who took the videos none of whom want to be seen screwing a minor. Oh, yes, and unless you take off your pants and spread those legs now, it will be shared with your parents. I already have an email with attachment ready to go." "I'll fuck you anytime you want provided you supply me with all the raw footage you can find of last Saturday night. Fail to do that and you have just fucked me for the last time." In the end he supplied her with over 25 hours of various cell phone and hand held video cam footage in everything from lo-res to HD. She edited it into a fairly straight forward chronology of her 5 and 1/2 hours of whoredom in the back of the pickup. But for her the best part was the footage of Sarah emceeing the whole event and orchestrating her gang rape. Around Christmas her pregnancy began to show and Sarah went to the Dean complaining that Jean had loose morals and should be expelled from the cheerleading program and the college itself. Jean was called into the Dean's office and told to explain how she got in her condition. She fired up her editing of the night's events and it was clear that the whole thing was under the direct supervision of Sarah with help from Amy and Helen. Amy and Helen were put on probation till the end of the year but Sarah found herself expelled. Because of his help in getting the videos she mentioned nothing of old man Johnson's role but footage supplied by her dorm mates of her unconscious body being repeatedly violated led to them being thrown out of campus housing when they came back from the Christmas and New Year holidays. Jean resigned herself to Johnson's johnson and it was never determined just who was the father of her baby girl born 9 months after the Homecoming weekend. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 79