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Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

The "Catch the Greased Cheerleader" Contest
By
Norm DePloom

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.  "You're 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.




  
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