SSC: Cheerleader Init 3

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SSC: Cheerleader Init

(***, m/f, Intense, paddling, sex)

Cheerleaders face initiation. One version of several of the same story. (Approximately 492 words. Originally published 2000-06.)

"Congratulations," grinned Coach Elena Dubchek at the group of teenage girls. "You have all qualified to be on this season's cheerleading team!"

There were screams of delight and excitement, especially from Catrina Thompson, who was the only freshman to make the team. The other girls congratulated her and the other first timers, Stacy, Liz, and Deanna. Soon Coach Dubchek departed, reminding everyone that first practice was in two days.

"That means the initiation will be tomorrow," whispered Sally Forsythe to Catrina.

"What are you talking about?"

"Every year the football team initiates the new cheerleaders. You'd better be here at the gym at six sharp."

An ominous feeling flooded Catrina. "What happens at an initiation?"

Sally laughed. "It's secret, dummy! But just between you and me, it's nothing that bad. They like to tease you, maybe make you do some cheers in your underwear, drink a beer, stuff like that."

"Gosh!" Catrina's innocent eyes went wide.

* * * * *

Twenty-six hours later, Catrina's eyes weren't so innocent. She was kneeling on the gym floor, one hunk of a football jock on her back, riding her like a pony, another with his cock deep in her ass. A third crouched in front of her, and she was supposed to take his dick in her mouth.

WHAM! She heard the huge wooden paddle smack into Deanna's big bare ass. The dark-haired girl squealed and begged for mercy. "I'll do it, I'll do it!" she cried, and she bent over, offering her ass for the football player. He plunged in and she cried out in pain.

Catrina saw team captain Mike Malone approaching, the big paddle in his hand.

"Is she cooperating?"

"Yes!" cried Catrina, and she leaned forward and took the cock in her mouth. The last thing she wanted was any more paddling. Her first session had left her ass raw.

"Good girl," grunted Mike. "We've got lot of guys that need servicing."

For the next hour it was nothing but dicks and cocks. Catrina took them in her mouth, her ass, even between her breasts. They left her pussy alone, which wasn't a mercy at all -- she _ached_ for a genuine fuck.

They finished the last few guys with some more paddling. Each girl had to suck off a guy while another paddled her ass. The longer it took him to come, the sorer her ass. Of course this was the guy they'd just sucked, so it took him several minutes just to get _hard_ again!

Then the girls were herded into the showers. Catrina wanted a shower desperately. Her hair and skin was stained with dried spunk, and her ass burned something fierce.

But the shower the guys had in mind was a different one: they pulled out their dicks and urinated on the girls.

Only later, after the audience had left, did the girls get their real shower. Cold water had never felt so good.

The End