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A Cheerleader's Story
by Maryanne (address withheld)
***
Tryouts for cheerleader become something more than just
tryouts. (MF-teens, mc, oral, hypno)
***
This story is inspired by all those others I've read in
which the computer or video geek gets the cheerleaders
under his power. I often wondered what it might be like
from the cheerleader's perspective. Yes, I was a
cheerleader, but no, alas, this story is not true. At
least if it is, I don't remember any of it.
***
Most people probably have never heard of the University
of Wisconsin, Green Bay Campus, but for those of us who
went to school there, the memories are special. It's a
nice school, just big enough to have all the fun stuff
you appreciate in college, but small enough to feel
like a second home.
Sports are a big deal at UWGB; when I went there, we
had championship teams in basketball, hockey, and
baseball. We even had a pretty good football team for
three of my years. The band was also great, and it
performed at most of the local games. And at that time,
strange as it may seem, the school also had a world
championship cheerleader squad.
Cheerleader squad? World championship? That's right,
there are championship competitions among college
cheerleader teams, and UWGB's team, my team, scored
first place in the world competition in St. Louis for
seven years straight -- two years before I came, the
four years I was there, and one year afterward. I know
we were great, because I have the videos to prove it!
I lived in a small town near Madison, and all the way
through high school, I was a cheerleader. I loved it;
it was my specialness, my identity, my claim to fame. I
got on the high school squad as a sophomore, and grew
up with it. When I cheered for my first football game,
I was a kind of skinny, and the coach put me in the
back row -- she probably never expected me to amount to
anything. Well, like girls the world over, I magically
changed and rounded out, and by my senior year, I was
the captain of the squad.
I took great pride in my looks, and my ability to dance
and sing, and scream, and communicate enthusiasm and
fun-lovingness to the audience. It was a blast! As my
senior year progressed, I discovered I had no idea
where I wanted to go to college, until my high school
squad and I went to a cheerleading convention in
Milwaukee. After one of my team's performances, during
a break, one of the judges approached me and introduced
herself.
"You're Maryanne, from St. Bart's in Madison, right?"
She was cute, blonde, a few years older than me.
Pretty, and obviously a cheerleader herself. "I'm
Kerri. I go to UW Green Bay."
I had heard of it, but only barely.
"You're really a great cheerleader," Kerri said,
smiling broadly and warmly. You should consider coming
to UWGB!"
She was a senior that year, and was part of what I
later found out was the first champion squad from Green
Bay. I told her I was interested, and she promised to
have the school send me some stuff.
I was amazed to find myself recruited by UWGB, just the
way that football jocks and math geniuses are! Kerri
came to see me and my family at home. Later Ms. Waters,
the cheerleading coach, came by. They offered me a
small scholarship, much to my dad's delight. I never
applied anywhere else.
Auditions for the UWGB cheerleading squad were held the
first Friday after classes began. It seemed that there
were a million girls in the basketball arena that day,
and they were all as cute, as sexy and bubbly as I was.
Ms. Waters told the girls that there were 106 girls
auditioning for 5 open positions, so we shouldn't be
disappointed if we didn't get chosen. She also warned
us freshmen, particularly, that it was very unusual for
a first-year student to make the team. I was scared
stiff.
When it was my turn to perform, I was in a line of
eleven other girls. I looked across the line while we
were warming up, and was happy to see I didn't appear
young in comparison to them, and I certainly was more
dishy than most. I had hopes as I did the routine we
had been taught, and of course, in spite of being
nervous, remembered to smile!
Ms. Waters phoned my dorm that evening -- in spite of
her warnings, she had chosen me for the squad! I
screamed and jumped and laughed, right over the phone -
- what else would you expect a cheerleader to do? Ms.
Waters laughed as well, and asked me to come to a team
session the next morning. I was on cloud nine!
Sixteen girls, including yours truly, showed up at the
Phys Ed building the next morning -- a morning I will
never forget as long as I live! We chatted for a couple
minutes, then sat down in desks as Ms. Waters came in,
accompanied by a guy, of some college age. He was
pushing a cart with a video player and a monitor.
"Well, girls, welcome back for another year," Ms.
Waters began. "I know it's going to be a great one,
because we've got our two-year championship run on the
line! Are we going to get a third one this year?"
"YES," we all screamed.
"You bet we will! We have five new girls to introduce.
Some of you veterans were at the auditions yesterday,
and I'm sure you'll agree they were brutal! The
winners, UWGB's new cheerleaders, are seniors Susan and
Marsha, junior Billie, sophomore Carly, and -- believe
it or not! -- our new baby, freshman Maryanne!" The
girls gave us all a big cheer, "Welcome, friends,
welcome, Susan, welcome Marsha, welcome, Billie,
welcome Carly, welcome Maryanne, welcome all!" I was so
proud!
"OK, well, now it's time for our first focusing
session. Dance practices are scheduled for later today,
and you new girls will get your costume fitting as part
of the focus session."
I thought, what's a focus session?
She smiled, perhaps seeing some perplexity on our
faces. "Don't worry, it'll all be clear in a little
while. We can't tell you everything at once! Just relax
and let things happen this morning, and you'll be just
fine." She sat down in an empty desk, in the front row
next to me. "OK, Jimmy," she said to the video guy, "I
guess we're ready."
Jimmy's voice was soft, yet strong and sensual. He had
long brown hair, tied in a pony tail in the back, and
brown eyes. "Right, this one is the review we do every
fall, 'cause y'all have been away all summer and may
have lost some of the conditioning. You ready to get
back in the swing?"
The girls all smiled and nodded. "Great. Now you new
girls, this is a focus video. It helps you focus your
mental and physical forces together, and we think it's
our secret weapon in your winning the cheerleading
championship two years in a row. Besides, it's real
cool, right girls?" The eleven girls who had been
cheerleaders last year, along with Ms. Waters, smiled
sweetly and serenely. "Just relax and look at the
screen, and listen to the music and the voices."
He pushed the "play" button. After a second, a deep
purple background appeared on the monitor screen.
Several seconds passed, and eventually I noticed that
there was a sort of musical ringing sound. More time
passed, and then the number "10" appeared on the
screen. When this happened, I heard many of the girls
in the room sigh heavily, and breathe deeply.
The sound changed in pitch, becoming lower, and more
melodious. The background changed to a soft lavender,
and the number "9" appeared. The girls sighed again.
The screen faded to pink, and the music became even
more rich and deep, and the number "8" appeared. I
thought I also heard a male voice whisper, "eight". The
effect was very nice; the colors on the screen were
very pleasant to the eye, and the changes that the
sound, or music, or whatever it was, went through made
me feel warm and relaxed. In passing, I thought that
this was the nicest countdown thing I had ever seen on
a video.
As the number "7" appeared, the voice whispered,
"Seven," and I found myself feeling very relaxed.
I felt the tension draining from my shoulders and my
back as the countdown proceeded. It was real easy to
just sit there and let the sound and the pictures kind
of take over my whole mind. The numbers passed and I
just let them go. At "4," motion to my right attracted
my attention.
I tore my eyes away from the screen and discovered that
Ms. Waters head was dropping forward. Vaguely
surprised, I turned to survey the rest of the group,
and found them all in varying stages of deep
relaxation. The returning girls, particularly, looked
mostly like they had dozed off to sleep. Some had
nodded forward, others had slumped in their chairs. The
other four new girls were staring emptily and dreamily
at the screen.
"Three," the voice said. My gaze returned to the
screen, which was now a beautiful deep shade of green.
The sound became a deep, dark vibration that I could
feel warming me all over. More sensuous, relaxing
feelings swept through me and over me. I leaned back in
the desk chair, staring at the monitor, happily. I was
a college cheerleader, I was beautiful, sexy, and
relaxed, and everything was fine.
The number "2" faded onto the screen, and the voice, in
normal conversational tone, deep and melodious, said,
"two". My mind and body were softly relaxed and limp.
As "1" came onto the screen and disappeared, I stopped
thinking about anything.
The screen was a deep, deep blue, fading to black.
"One," the voice said.
The screen was now completely black, it felt that I was
in a totally dark room.
My eyes were locked onto the monitor screen, and my
body felt totally paralyzed.
The number "0" faded into my mind, and then
disappeared. I didn't care.
Everything was soft and fine and relaxed.
"Zero," the voice said. Behind me, for just a moment, I
heard one of the girls snoring lightly.
The voice on the tape became pleasantly factual. "Focus
video number fourteen, simultaneous introduction and
refresher. Some of you have been focus conditioned many
times before, and are looking forward to many more
times, and others of you are doing this for the first
time. Either way, you are in for a most pleasant and
sensuous experience. If you've been conditioned before,
you know you are on your way into a deep, warm sleep
now. Don't worry if you don't think it's working; it
is, you just don't realize it yet. Relax and surrender,
stop thinking and let yourself go. Many of the other
girls are already sound asleep. You'll be under too
before you know it."
A small dark gray spot appeared on the monitor. "Those
of you who have never been focus conditioned before are
still awake and conscious, but are very, very relaxed.
You feel happy and calm. Look at the spot on the
screen, and let your entire mind be consumed by its
shape, and its soft gray color. In just a few more
minutes, this video will put you into a beautiful,
relaxing sleep. You are already in a soft, gentle
trance. The colors, the sounds and the voices of the
countdown you just experienced were carefully selected
to irresistibly entrance you. You are totally fixated
on the screen, and the soft gray spot, and you love
sitting there completely relaxed and having your mind
completely blank."
I could hardly form a thought, but I hoped I was doing
this right, because I wanted to be the best UWGB
cheerleader ever!
The gray spot on the screen began to get brighter, and
was pulsating gently, in time with my heartbeat.
"Now the spot on the screen is taking over your whole
mind and body, and sending wave after soft wave of
relaxation through you. You were very relaxed before,
but now, with each beat of the spot, you feel your body
losing tension, losing energy, losing strength. You are
becoming incredibly and completely relaxed, very calm.
Your arms and hands are completely relaxed. Your
shoulders and neck are completely relaxed. Your back
and fanny are completely relaxed. Your legs and feet
are completely relaxed."
The spot started to fade, and get smaller.
"Now you feel yourself becoming sleepy. You are tired,
and relaxed, and happy, and you are drifting gently
into sleep. Your eyelids feel like they want to close,
and you are not up to the effort of keeping them open.
You are sleepy, relaxed, and your eyes are closing. You
can't keep them open any more, and you don't want to
keep them open any more, because you want very much to
go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep."
My eyes had closed some time in there somewhere. I
didn't notice exactly when. "I am now going to put you
completely to sleep. I'm going to count down again from
ten to zero, and each time I count, you will go deeper
and deeper into sleep. Ten. You are happy and content.
Nine. Your body is completely relaxed. Eight. You are
soft, and relaxed, and sleepy. Seven. Every part of
your body is relaxed. Six. Your mind is empty. Five.
You are in a warm, wonderful sleep." I was slouched
back in the desk chair, and my head was tilted back
against the seat rest, my eyes gently closed. My arms
lay on the desk, my legs out in front of me. I was
sound asleep.
"Four. You are going deeper, deeper, deeper to sleep.
Three. You are so very happy that it's working so well,
putting you so thoroughly to sleep. Two. Your mind is
empty except for my voice. One. You are in a deep, soft
sleep. Zero. You are completely asleep."
For some time, nothing else happened. I was happy, and
soft, and content.
Distantly, I heard Jimmy turn the tape machine off.
"Excellent, girls, excellent," Jimmy said. His voice
was just like the tape's, but nicer in person. "Susan,
Billie, Marsha, Carly and Maryanne, you five are very
happy, and very proud of yourselves for being put to
sleep so completely and so quickly. The others have
been conditioned like this dozens of times, but you in
your first time have done very, very well. You are all
in a deep, soft, hypnotic trance, and you will stay
there until I tell you to wake up. This video has
hypnotized you, and you know you will willingly and
eagerly be hypnotized whenever you watch it."
I heard him move the video cart to the corner of the
room. I was perfectly content to sit slumped in my desk
chair, happily asleep. "All of you girls know how
easily hypnotized you are, and how completely powerless
you are to resist. You are so easily hypnotized that
from now on, you need only watch the countdown leader I
showed you a few moments ago, and you will immediately
go into as deep a trance as you are now.
"Jackie, you are so well conditioned, you were
completely asleep by the time the countdown reached
zero. Julie, you were too. From now on, all of you will
go to sleep just like this whenever you see the
countdown video. Now, girls, those of you who've been
conditioned before, sit up straight and open your
eyes."
There was a moment of bodies moving within furniture,
and then quiet again. "Great. You new girls, in just a
moment, I'm going to tell you to open your eyes, and
when you obey me, you'll still be as wonderfully asleep
as you are now. I know you can do that. Now open your
eyes." My eyes opened. I found myself staring vacantly
at him. I could also see Carly to my left, her eyes
also open and gazing at Jimmy, and to my right, Ms.
Waters, also with her eyes open but obviously utterly
hypnotized.
"Now, new girls, the others have been conditioned over
the past years to do some things which you want very
much to learn. We are going to do them together, with
you doing them with the other girls. You'll see the
older girls do them and you'll want immediately to do
them too. OK, girls, present."
My gaze was closest to Ms. Waters, and as Jimmy gave
the command, "present," her hands came up and began
unbuttoning her blouse. I couldn't move, but I saw one
of the older girls sitting beyond her, and she was
serenely pulling her sweater over her head.
"New girls, you are still in a soft, deep hypnotic
trance, but go ahead and look around the room. You'll
see what all the girls want to do when I say
'present'". I turned slowly and languidly toward the
back of the room. All of the returning girls were
taking off their tops. In slow motion, I turned the
other way. Carly was watching Ms. Waters. The girl
behind Carly was just dropping her blouse on the floor,
and as I watched, she reached behind for her bra snaps.
The senior girl in the next row back was not wearing a
bra, and as her sweater went over her head, her naked
breasts tumbled out. My attention returned to Carly;
her hands came up and pulled her tee shirt over her
head. Turning back toward Ms. Waters, I saw that she
and most of the girls in the room had their bras off
now; the floor was becoming littered with shirts,
sweaters and bras. Then I noticed vaguely that I was
unbuttoning my own blouse. My hands seemed to operate
on their own.
I watched them finish with the buttons, pull the sleeve
over my left hand, pull my left arm out of the shirt,
then pull the shirt over my right arm, and drop it on
the floor. My hands moved between my breasts, grasped
the plastic snaps on my bra, and unfastened it. One
more movement, sort of a shrug, and it too was on the
floor.
I turned back and stared contentedly at Jimmy. His gaze
spent a long while on my chest.
"Whoa, Maryanne!" he exclaimed, eyes still down. "Kerri
told me you were the best-qualified candidate we had
this year, and she was certainly right!" Jimmy came
over and squatted between me and Ms. Waters. His hands
came up and cupped her breasts, fondling and kneading
them, lifting them, rubbing the nipples. Ms. Waters
smiled contentedly.
He took out a tape measure, and Ms. Waters stood up by
her desk. Jimmy stood up also, and proceeded to take
her measurements -- across the nipples, underneath her
breasts, in the small of her waist, and around her
hips. He wrote the numbers down on a yellow pad. "Hmm,
Ms. Waters, you feel very proud of yourself. You've
lost a half inch in the waist, and your boobs are still
37." She smiled even more warmly. I noticed her nipples
were swollen and erect.
He moved around the room and gave each girl a very
complete fondling, then taking her measurements and
writing them down. He complimented many of them about
their figures. The girls seemed to really, really enjoy
his attentions to them and being felt up by him, and I
found myself looking forward to him getting around to
me. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he made his way
through the other girls.
As he felt Carly's breasts, she gazed dreamily and
happily into his eyes. He whispered something into the
ears of each of the new girls, and as he did so, each
of them closed her eyes, sat down, and smiled happily.
He saved me for last. As he turned from Carly to me, I
thrust my chest toward him in anticipation; his first
touch was to heft the weight of my breasts from below.
His hands then closed, trying to cover my entire
breasts, taking their entire mass and substance in his
grasp. "Magnificent," he whispered into my ear, "you
really love your boobs, Maryanne. Your boobs are
sensational, spectacular. You are going to make a great
cheerleader, and you're so happy that you're going to
have four whole years of this! Close your eyes and just
enjoy my fondling your tits, Maryanne."
My eyes closed, and my whole being focused on my
nipples and the skin of my breasts. His hands, palms
open, rubbed across my nipples and the lower part of
his hands stroked the undersides; it felt wonderful.
"You're wetting yourself, Maryanne," he whispered. "Let
your mind drift down to focus between your legs, and
you'll realize you're becoming warm and wet." I smiled,
just like the others had, eyes still gently but firmly
closed. Inside my shorts, inside my panties, I was
doing exactly what he was telling me to do.
Jimmy returned to the front of the room and put down
his pad. "Well, Ms. Waters, it's the first meeting of
the year; what do you want to do now?" Ms. Waters voice
was softer than usual, and a little slower. "I want to
give you a blow job," she said.
Jimmy sat on the table at the front of the room, facing
us. "New girls, it's a tradition here that Ms. Waters
always sucks my penis at the first focus conditioning
each year. How many years has it been, Ms. Waters?"
"Five, this year."
"Very well, come up here and complete."
Ms. Waters got up and walked, languidly, up to the
table. As she did so, she unzipped her skirt on the
side, and let it fall to the floor. The white silk slip
went in the next step. When she arrived just in front
of Jimmy, she reached down and pulled off her shoes,
stockings and finally her panties. As she straightened
up again, he reached out and grasped her boobs. "So, do
you love being hypnotized like this, Ms. Waters?"
"Yes, Jimmy."
"Do you want to give me a blow job now?"
"Yes, Jimmy."
He leaned back on the table, removing his hands from
her boobs and supporting his weight from behind. "OK,
go ahead."
Ms. Waters bent down and unfastened his belt, then the
snap on his jeans. Jimmy raised himself up on the
table, and she pulled his jeans and underpants down to
his ankles. For a moment, she knelt down and busied
herself removing his sandals, then pulling his pants
and underwear completely off. I was fixated on his
cock. It was stiff and huge, sticking straight up in
the air as he reclined on the table. I couldn't take my
eyes off it. I wanted it. I really wanted it.
My high school boyfriend had fucked me once the prior
spring, and I had thought I wanted that, but this --
this, I really wanted! Ms. Waters came up and bent over
him, and began licking the underside of his penis like
a lollipop. It jerked and trembled as she touched it
with her tongue, and although it seemed impossible, it
appeared to get even bigger. She kissed the head a few
times, rubbed her lips across it, and then slowly and
rhythmically, took first the head, then the shaft into
her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked
and massaged his cock with her lips and tongue.
I happened to glance away from his mid-section, and saw
that while Ms. Waters was sucking his cock, he was
looking straight at my breasts. Suddenly, got off the
table and stood up. His penis stuck out in front of
him, throbbing, as Ms. Waters got to her knees and
resumed her duty. After a few more moments, he pulled
his penis out of her mouth. "Ms. Waters," he said,
somewhat urgently, "pose. The rest of you, complete."
Ms. Waters, kneeling naked on the floor in front of
him, simply stopped moving, licking her lips once, and
waited. He reached down and guided her to her feet,
then turned her around to face the table.
She pliantly let him place her wherever he wanted. He
bent her over to grasp the table leg about half way up,
with her butt facing him, then reached down and spread
her legs wide apart. Meanwhile, the older girls were
"completing," taking off the rest of their clothes.
This time, Carly also obeyed immediately; she was one
of the first to get her panties off. I think I was the
third or fourth. Jimmy waited until the rest of us were
naked, then he pressed himself up against Ms. Waters'
fanny, and from my angle I could actually see his cock
make contact with her labia. In a single thrust, he was
in her. He fucked her for only a few moments, then
demanded, "Ms. Waters, come!"
Ms. Waters screamed; he thrust a couple times more and
told her to come again. She squealed with delight, and
he pulled out of her. "Dress and sleep," he said to
her.
He strode quickly to the back of the room, his penis
still red and rigid, and told Julie to pose. He backed
her up against the wall, spread her legs and humped
her, told her to come, then to dress and sleep. An
asian girl whose name I didn't know, pretty, but with
small boobs, was next. He lay down on the carpet floor,
his penis sticking up, and had her impale herself on
him. She mounted him and rode for a few minutes, then
also came. As Jimmy left each girl, as her ecstasy wore
off, she returned to her desk, put her clothes on, and
went to sleep.
Eventually, all the girls were sound asleep except for
Carly, whom Jimmy screwed briefly face-to-face on the
floor, and me. He finished with Carly and ordered me
pose; I felt my body go limp, but not collapse. He
moved me to the table in the front of the room, placed
my butt on it, and I sat. Spreading my legs, he reached
up and cupped my boobs in his hands. As he came closer,
I felt the tip of his cock touch the inside of my left
thigh, then rub its way toward my vagina, and finally,
with seemingly no effort at all, enter me. He fucked me
with his penis, his hands and his power over me.
He made me gasp with amazement and thrill at every
thrust, every twist of his palms against my nipples. He
told me to come five times, and each time I knew I was
going to do it, couldn't believe he could make me do
it, and then, as he said the word, my vagina and
clitoris exploded again and again. I think he spent
about fifteen minutes in me, and at last, after
screwing Ms. Waters and the fifteen other girls
briefly, he bent back and looked at my boobs, still
with his hard cock inside me, and thrust a few more
times, then went off inside me and filled me with his
fire.
He told me to come again, and of course, I did. He held
me for a few moments, as I felt his cock soften inside
me, and his juices running out of me onto the table,
and he whispered, "dress and sleep." Dreamily, I heard
Jimmy put a tape in the video player. I was sound
asleep, feeling happy and content at the relaxation and
mental strength created by the focus conditioning
video. I felt fantastic, sitting limp, eyes closed.
"Now it's time for you to wake up and complete your
cheerleader practice," the video said. "You can
remember what went on while you were asleep, but it
will seem very normal and straightforward to you, and
you will feel wonderful and want to be put to sleep
again very soon. You won't be interested, or able, to
talk about it with anyone else. You will feel very
refreshed and relaxed when you wake up. On the count of
five, you'll be completely awake, powerful, feminine
and alive. One. Two. Three. Four. Five."
My eyes popped open. I stretched. Standing up, I
realized the front of my panties were very wet.
Embarrassed, I exchanged a look with Ms. Waters, then
with Carly. Ms. Waters smiled. "Well, girls, what did
you think of the focus video?"
"Fantastic," Carly said.
"Yeah, terrific," I answered. "Can we do this at every
practice?"
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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