Elizabeth walked back into the locker room after practice. It was her first week on the squad, and the day before her first game. One of the girls told her to be ready for tonight. The night before a cheerleader's first game, the squad held an initiation for the new girl.
Elizabeth was the only new girl. She wouldn't have even had a chance at all if Brenda hadn't taken a hard fall and broken her ankle several weeks ago. She was full of apprehension about what the initiation would entail.
She started stripping out of her practice uniform. She was down to her boyshorts and sports bra when she noticed that the entire locker room was silent. She could normally hear girls chatting, showers running, shoes squeaking on the floor. But now it was dead silent.
Elizabeth's breathing picked up. She turned around slowly, unsure of what she was going to find. Standing behind her was the captain, Courtney, with two of her preferred lackeys flanking her. None of them had changed out of their uniforms. At the edges of the row of lockers it looked like the rest of the squad stood around watching.
"Grab her," Courtney ordered. The two lackeys jumped forward and grabbed Elizabeth by the wrists. She instinctively started to struggle. Her fight or flight instincts kicking in.
"What are you doing? Get off of me," Elizabeth shouted.
Nobody said a word. The two girls holding her arms wrestled her onto the bench in front of the lockers. Elizabeth started kicking her legs. Courtney jerked her head in Elizabeth's direction and two more girls leapt into action. One grabbing each leg.
"Shhhh. Elizabeth. Shhhh. No one is here to hurt you. I need you to calm down." Courtney bent down by Elizabeth's ear to whisper to her.
"Could have fooled me!"
Courtney reached out and smoothed the hair out of Elizabeth's face. "I know, but trust me. Trust your team. We would never hurt you. You might even like what's going on." Courtney's face leaned over in front of Elizabeth's gaze. A Cheshire cat grin on her face.
Courtney snapped her fingers. From the crowd at the end of the lockers, Jess stepped out. She had a cocky smirk on her lips as she stalked closer to Elizabeth's struggling body.
The girls holding her down picked her up by her limbs and slid her down to the end of the bench. They set her down so that her ass was barely resting on the edge of the bench. Then they spread her legs apart.
Elizabeth watched with wide eyes as Jess kneeled down at the end of the bench. Jess's smile spread across her face. Then she licked her lips. Except her tongue kept going. She stretched her tongue out until it hung below her chin, then she curled it up and rolled it. Elizabeth was a little stunned by the lewdly rolling tongue.
Jess leaned forward and reached out with her hand. By the time Elizabeth realized what she was doing, Jess already had her underwear pulled to the side and was slipping her tongue all across the outside of Elizabeth's pussy lips.
Elizabeth immediately stopped struggling. She was so shocked she forgot to breathe until she had to take in a deep, gasping breath. Then Jess shoved several inches of undulating tongue deep into her cunt.
A low groan echoed through the locker room as Jess's tongue filled her up and began stroking in and out of her. Jess was touching places no cock had ever touched. No cock could ever touch. She felt it curl up and rub firmly against her g-spot. Elizabeth almost came right there.
The shock of it all kept her immobilized. Until her hips started rocking to meet the thrust of Jess's tongue.
"That's it. Moan like the little whore you are," Courtney whispered in her ear. Then she reached across and yanked Elizabeth's bra up, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Courtney slid her hand across Elizabeth's chest, taking a nipple between her fingers and thumb. She plucked at it until it was hard and protruding. Then she grabbed it firmly and tugged up.
The pain was sharp, and drew a gasp from Elizabeth. It simultaneously shot a bolt of pleasure straight to her clit. A loud moan fell from her lips. Her back arched up, but the girls on her arms kept her pinned down.
"Please," Elizabeth begged. Though if she was begging for more, for harder, or for them to stop, she didn't know.
Jess stretched out the fingers on the hand holding Elizabeth's underwear out of the way. She started slow, light circles on Elizabeth's clit.
Elizabeth's whole body started shaking. She could feel an orgasm building up. It was reaching a crescendo and she wouldn't be able to hold it back.
Jess pressed harder, and Courtney tugged on Elizabeth's other nipple, and Elizabeth exploded. It was like a tsunami crashed over her. The pleasure buried her. She felt herself screaming obscenities as she came harder than she ever had before.
When she finally came to. No one was holding her down anymore. Jess was still at the end of the bench, but her entire uniform was soaked and she had the biggest grin on her face.
"Guess you're a squirter, huh?" Jess asked.