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Dream Team part 3 by Tinker
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Dream Team part 3
by Tinker, September 1994
Being the local nerd had its advantages. Besides not being bothered to
visit late-night parties, not having to hang around in noisy discos, not
waking up with a hangover each Saturday morning, and not having a
girlfriend to spend money on, it also offered some opportunities to do
things that little other people on the university could do.
Since somebody once spotted me hauling a big reflex camera around the
campus, I promptly got appointed Official Photographer for the university
newspaper. Apparently my predecessor either couldn't aim or had used a
defective camera, because I got many compliments for the technically
perfect pictures I produced. I myself knew very well that this wasn't a big
feat, and I certainly doubted about my artistic skills.
But there I was, with my camera bag on my shoulder, heading for the sports
field. That morning I had found a note on my desk (no E-mail inside the
university, of course) simply calling "4:30 pm, rear exit building K.
Picture for new football season. Diana." I had no idea that a new football
season was coming up, and even less who the hell Diana was. I had been only
once inside building K, to record the results of some football players'
party that involved most of the furniture. But I could read a clock, and so
at about 4:28 I rounded the corner of building K to look for the rear exit.
Well, I had expected quite a lot, but not a complete cheerleader squad
doing their exercises on a separate part of the field. The girls were busy
jumping up and down in some weird pattern and even I could see that it
looked like nothing. I kept looking at them while walking towards the door.
Next to the door was a sign reading "Cheerleaders entry only; piss off!",
and I was not enough a nerd to ignore it. But it now became pretty clear
that someone wanted me to take a picture or two of the squad to publish on
announcements and the like. Ah well, there were worse things to photograph,
I thought, and sat down on the wooden bench next to the door, looking at
the girls again.
Soon there appeared to be two types of cheerleaders. The first type was
dressed in white and blue and did stupid things. The second type was
dressed in flashing red and told the white-and-blue type which stupid
things to do. Also, there were a bunch of white-and-blue ones and only one
in red. It occurred to me that the red one probably was the captain, and I
bet with myself that she was the one called Diana.
Actually, despite their stupid activities, the whole squad was quite good-
looking, I thought. Their uniforms were just as I liked them, with a tight
sweater-like top, short flaring skirt, and high boots. I always had thought
that cheerleaders were supposed to wear sneakers of the expensive kind,
with that Greek name, but this bunch apparently preferred boots. Not too
bad. They enhanced their legs better.
The girls were not too bad either. Especially two of them were simply very
attractive, and the rest was above average as well. Their uniforms added a
great deal extra to their appearance, and I looked forward to playing with
the 135 mm tele lens I carried in my bag. Then my eye fell upon the
captain, in her eye-catching red uniform. Now *this* was a stunning
creature, I thought. Being a nerd does not mean that I am not sensitive for
female perfection, and she was very close to that. She also seemed a bit
more mature than the rest of the girls, who were between 18 and 25 I
guessed. Diana must have been about 27 or 28. Nice in line with my own age,
I sighed. I knew the reputation of the cheerleader squad quite well, and
neither of the girls would even *look* at me after I had taken the
pictures. They had a huge crowd waiting for each of them, and honestly, I
would not fall for their appearance only.
The uncoordinated hopping stopped for a moment while Diana angrily
explained some elementary look-to-your-neighbour basics, which led to a lot
of giggling that confirmed my initial ideas about the reasons why girls
wanted to become cheerleader at all. I admit, although I really like to
look at them, I often get the impression that a cheerleader just does not
make a good conversation partner. Not that I had any experience with
talking to cheerleaders; it was just their image that got me thinking this.
Diana now started to perform some fairly gymnastic exercises, and got two
other girls to assist her. The rest of the squad gathered around them and
blocked my view almost completely. I did not mind; there still was enough
to see.
Especially the left-most girl looked great in her short skirt and tight
sweater. Her white skirt was just long enough to cover her panties while
she was standing up, but the hopping had already revealed to me that the
uniform panties were pale blue. Nice contrast, I thought. She now threw her
long black hair back over her shoulders and re-fitted her hair lint. The
girl really was beautiful, and I played with the idea of getting my camera
out of the bag already. But I withheld myself and just kept looking at her.
Now she did one step back and pulled the crinkles out of her sweater. I
smiled and could not help secretly wishing that she would next part her
legs a bit to prepare for something naughty. I can't help it, but the idea
alone of a girl sneakily peeing in her panties under her skirt turns me on
like nothing else. Just a strange twist in my brain, I know, and I still
think it is a far more innocent one than some things I read on the Net once
in a while. It also is a safely weird idea that I would not need to express
to somebody in my whole life, since nobody else would like it anyway.
The girl parted her legs about half a meter and checked her skirt from
behind. I could not believe my eyes! Without further thinking, I grabbed my
camera and thanked God for the fact that my 80-200 mm zoom lens was still
on it. In two seconds, the girl was full close up in my viewer and I could
do nothing but confirm again that she did everything I thought was
necessary to get herself wet underwear. She pulled her skirt a bit down,
then reached under it and scratched her panties, put her skirt back again,
and then placed both her hands in her sides. This hit me like a rock. I
always fantasised about girls standing like this, with their legs apart and
their hands in their sides, but I had not expected to ever witness one
doing it. And certainly not a cheerleader in uniform doing it among her
colleagues on the field! Still, what I saw could only mean one thing. In a
reflex I cranked the film to the next frame.
The girl now seemed as ready as I could imagine it, and apparently she felt
the same. With a satisfied and at the same time excited look on her face,
she clearly took a deep breath, unlocked her knees, and started the short
take-off run. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. In three
seconds she got airborne. I swallowed and noticed that my mouth was
completely dry. Would I actually see...? I would. A moment later, something
moved between her legs and in the sun I could clearly see a tiny stream
falling down. Before I noticed what happened, my finger had pressed the
shutter release button and the rather loud camera sound floated over the
field.
Fortunately for me, Diana ended her explanation at exactly the same moment
and the camera sound drowned in the noise the girls made. While they all
stepped back in a row, the leftmost girl still with parted legs and now
probably soaked panties, Diana turned with her face to them and so spotted
me sitting on the bench. She raised her hand and waved at me, as to confirm
that I was expected. I sighed from relief. Some girls turned around to see
who was there, and after recognising me they quickly forgot about it. The
left-most girl turned her head as well, and moved her boots a few
centimeters closer to each other while still peeing her panties. She did
not make any attempt to cover up what she was doing. Probably she thought
that she was completely safe at a distance of about twenty meters. She
would have been, if I had not recognised her behaviour in time. And if I
had not brought a tele lens, of course. But what startled me was that she
apparently was not afraid to give herself away to her fellow cheerleaders.
And indeed, nobody even looked at her. After a few more seconds, she
finished wetting her panties, leaked out for a moment, pressed her thighs
together and then wiggled her hips a bit, as to release the tension that
had been building up inside her. I really was stunned. Everything I had
been dreaming of for years had been demonstrated in front of me in less
than a minute. And I had it on film!
The girls now apparently started to do something standard, since a single
announcement from Diana caused them all to bow forward and grab their feet.
This of course presented a marvellous display of panties for me. The girls
did not mind, obviously. I glanced to the left-most girl. This time, she
must have felt she couldn't just show off her state, because she (and she
alone) sat down on the grass and bowed her upper body forward over her
legs, stretching as well. It seemed quite inconspicuous, but given the
soaked state of her underwear I knew better.
Finally the exercises were over and while the girls scattered around the
building, Diana came to me. "Hi. I'm Diana," she said and reached out to
shake my hand. "I guessed so," I replied, and shook her hand. "I suppose
you want some pictures of the team for next year's announcements?" "Yes,"
Diana answered. "We made some modifications in the team structure, and I
want to get a bit out of the shadow of the football team. We stand a good
chance at this year's cheerleader championships I think, and that needs
some marketing." She sat down next to me. I couldn't help gazing her over a
bit. She really was one of the prettiest women I had ever seen, and her
uniform aroused me a lot. Not enough for her to notice, I hoped. She swung
her hair over her shoulder and routinely pulled her little skirt down her
legs as she crossed them.
I started to replace my camera lens with the 50 mm and casually remarked:
"Nice team by the way. Rumours are that the girls are selected on
appearance only. True?" Diana smiled. "Not exactly. Of course you need to
meet certain standards, but physical fitness is far more important. And
don't think that all these great-looking girls just grew this way. Most of
them need to work hard to keep this body. You probably thought that the
last few exercises you saw were a bit stupid?" "Uhm, idiotic is a better
word," I admitted. Diana laughed, and this caused a cold itch at my back.
"I know, I know. It *looks* stupid, but we need these things to keep all
muscle sets in shape. After the break, we usually practice the various
cheers and gymnastic paces, which are less boring to look at. You'll see."
I became a bit more relaxed and decided to drop Diana a hint about the
behaviour of one of her pupils. "Well, to be honest, I wasn't really bored
watching the girls until now. They look great, and they will make some
perfect pictures." Diana nodded quietly. "Light is okay as well. But there
happened one thing that could spoil the set. One of your girls couldn't
hold it and now has non-matching panties that could really embarrass her if
photographed. We should take special care to prevent that." Diana looked at
me with a mixture of shock and surprise. "She *what*? Who? When? Did you
see it?" I shrugged. "Not that I mind, but my job is to take photos, and
this could be a problem." Keeping up my "professional" role seemed to work.
Diana had found back her attitude and now seriously addressed me. "Please
tell me. What did you see?" I tried to behave casually as I told her what
had happened. She bit her lip and looked over the field to spot the girl in
question, who now stood against the wall of the building, talking to two
other girls. Diana shook her head. "Maureen again. She can be so careless
at times." I shrugged and looked for a yellow filter to enhance the blue
contrasts in the sky (or all blue things, really). "Oh I don't mind. Really
not." While mounting the filter I glanced towards Maureen and was silent
for a few seconds. Then, I turned towards Diana and added: "And if I'm
right, Maureen didn't mind either." I smiled briefly at her and then toyed
with my camera a bit. Diana said nothing. I heard her swallowing, however.
Suddenly I felt her hand on my right arm and she almost whispered to me:
"Please, keep this between us. I don't want the team to be disgraced by one
girl doing something silly."
I now looked straight into Diana's eyes and noticed how beautiful they
were. This woman really had style. I decided to tease her a bit. "One girl
only?", I winked. Diana blushed and closed her eyes for a moment. "Listen,"
she said. "What do you know about all this?" "Nothing at all. Just one
thing I noticed five minutes ago. Is there more to know?" Diana was silent
again. She sighed and then looked *me* straight in my eyes. "I tell you
what? You just *liked* to see Maureen wet herself, didn't you?" Now it was
my turn to blush. Diana smiled and sat back on the bench in relief. "Yo,
that at least solves everything for the moment. We now both need to keep
our mouths shut, and I now know how on Earth you spotted Maureen doing it.
You just had experience; you knew what to watch for. Am I right?" She
looked at me with a look in her eyes that I couldn't resist. I nodded.
"Yes, Diana, I admit it. I like this a lot. I have thought about it for
years. I really like it." Diana now changed her pose on the bench. She took
her legs off each other and moved her knees in my direction while bending
over to me. "Ever did it yourself?", she whispered. I nodded reluctantly,
and Diana was delighted. "Right. This makes the circle complete. It is pure
coincidence that you are here now, but we caught a big fish today." I
lifted my eyebrows. "We?" Diana smiled: "Yes. Welcome to the team!"
Before I could completely process the meaning of her last words, she guided
my eyes towards her lap and slowly moved her knees apart, so that her red
panties became visible under her short skirt. Without hiding any erotic
undertone, she said: "You want some more stupid cheerleader demos?", and
winked. I put down my camera and looked her over top to toe. Diana was
simply a fabulous woman, but as she sat there, in complete cheerleader
outfit, with her legs open, and obviously ready to get herself wet panties
under her skirt, she came straight from heaven. She saw what her proposal
and pose did to me, and her face broke into the most fantastic smile I ever
had seen. She took the camera from my hands, put it away, and then stood
up, still holding my hands so I had to stand up as well. Without paying any
attention to the other girls (who were too busy with themselves anyway),
she led me towards a little shed on the field that probably contained line
drawing material and gardening tools. On the other side of the shed we were
protected from the girl's views, and from everyone else's as well because
the field ended there and was blocked by a wide band of trees. Diana turned
towards me and without warning she pushed her body against mine, grabbed my
ass and pulled me firmly against herself. Her mouth found mine, and before
I realised what happened I was in full embrace with this creature from
another world, grabbing her where I only had dreamt of just half an hour
ago. Soon my hands found their way up her skirt, and while she pulled up
one booted leg to wrap around my calves, I stroke her firm but very soft
cheeks. Her panties felt like smooth silk, and she moaned softly while I
slid my finger further between her legs. I knew that females had something
sensitive there, but had no idea of the exact place. I found out soon
enough. While I just cuddled her and for the first time of my life enjoyed
the warm softness of a female body, I must have hit her red button, because
suddenly she started to shudder and soon I had to hold her firmly to
prevent her from falling over backwards. I had fantasised a lot about
cuddling a girl, but *this* effect outdid everything. She must have been
pretty well pre-excited by our little conversation, and maybe had been
looking for a man for a looong time.
Diana came back to reality and excused herself for her selfishness and lack
of patience. Without even letting me speak, she kissed me again and softly
asked: "What would you like now? I am going to wet my panties, but you may
tell me how you want me to do it." She stepped back a bit and started to
arrange her clothes, like Maureen had done before. Her skirt still was
hiked up after our cuddle, and I had a great view of her matching red
panties. She pulled all crincles out of them, and then stroke down her
flaring skirt, tightened her sweater which enhanced her breasts quite a
lot, and threw her hair over her shoulder with a swift motion of her head.
As she stood there, she was absolutely stunning. Dressed from top to toe in
flashing red, with perfect body contours and in a very well-tailored
cheerleader outfit, she was all I ever could imagine about a goddess. And
she was going to wet herself... for me!
I doubted. "Well... I really would like to see you just standing, maybe
with your legs apart, and then starting to wet yourself... under your
skirt, like nothing is special about it. But I also would like to see your
underwear getting wet. The stain that appears, you know." Diana nodded. "I
know. We can do both. First you squat down and you look up my skirt as I
wet myself a bit. Just enough for you to see any stain you want. Then you
can step back while I start the gushing part. I suppose you know that?",
she smiled. I smiled back. "I know *exactly* what you mean by 'The Gushing
Part'. And I'll step back indeed!" We both laughed, and for the first time
I felt some band between us, as if we knew each other for years. I swiftly
kissed her on her left cheek and then went down on my knees, so that my
eyes were at about the same height as her crotch. Diana eagerly spread her
legs, and this movement alone sent a shudder all over my body. I reached
out to her boots and placed both my hands on them. Slowly I slid upwards,
along her great legs, until I reached the hem of her little skirt. Diana
winked to me, as a confirmation to go on. Then, I carefully lifted her
cheerleader skirt to look straight at the crotch of her red panties. Diana
quickly did some last clothes check, spread her legs some more, and then
put her hands on her hips again while she said to me: "I'll just do what I
usually do, without somebody looking up my skirt. If you feel so, drop my
skirt, and I'll respond to it."
Now Diana closed her eyes and I felt a tremble in her body. Without loosing
the sight of her panties, I started to tickle her thighs with my little
fingers. She giggled, and pushed her chest forward a bit, which caused a
great look upward. I pushed my nose in her crotch and kissed her panties.
"Alright Diana. You can start." A soft, low hum was all she could produce.
From a distance of thirty centimeters, I watched her panties while still
hiking up her skirt, and felt another tremble. Diana wore a complete
cheerleader outfit, everything included, with nice, red, dry panties. And
then, they were not dry anymore.
While Diana let escape a high-pitched shriek, I saw the Stain appear. It
appeared between her legs, a bit up to the front, and quickly spread down,
sideways, and up. One moment her panties were exposable, a second later she
had so obviously pissed them that nobody could miss it. Diana now breathed
heavily and clearly enjoyed her little naughty game very much. The Stain
still grew. Slowly it crept down, between her legs, and I quickly moved
behind Diana to look from there. As I lifted her skirt again from behind,
her tightly-fitting panties still seemed okay, but soon the Stain became
visible even at her bum. It crept upwards from between her gracious legs,
forming a half-circle in her read underwear, like a setting sun. At the
front, it moved up and sideways steadily, and in about thirty seconds
Diana's whole crotch was coloured deep moisty red. She sighed of delight,
and at that moment the first drop fell down, soon followed my more drops
and eventually a small line of liquid left her panties between her spread
legs and fell onto the ground. I stirred her red button with my index
finger for a second, and then swiftly dropped her skirt and arranged it as
best as I could.
Diana now was on her own. She knew she was dressed in her full uniform,
that someone was looking at her very closely, and that she had wet her
panties like a naughty child. She also felt that she needed to do quite a
lot more, and while her eyes met mine, I heard a faint hissing sound from
under her skirt. Immediately the thin line grew to a garden hose stream,
and when her poor panties got so soaked that they couldn't cope anymore,
the stream turned into a turbulent waterfall. I fell down on my knees, and
while Diana showed off her full beauty, legs spread wide, pissing herself
to orgasm under her pretty cheerleader uniform, I couldn't help but rubbing
myself in unison with her and just after I came in my pants, she collapsed
as well, her boots sliding apart until her crotch landed in her self-made
puddle. I hardly noticed that she actually did the splits as we embraced
and held each other for at least a minute.
We awoke because we heard applause and cheering. I did not dare to open my
eyes, because I had a nasty feeling about it. Diana just grinned and patted
me on my back. "Relax. It is just the girls. Nothing to worry about." I
sighed and let Diana pull me to my two feet. Her skirt hid her wet panties
completely and except for some drops on her thighs, nothing of her wet
adventure showed. But then she hiked up her skirt to pull her panties
tightly around her ass, and this reveiled so clearly what she had done that
I could do anything but relax. She had easy talking. Each of the girls
probably knew more about wet pants than I did, but they had caught us in
rather embarassing activities and I did not feel that macho to appreciate a
bunch of girls witnessing my masturbation session. Fortunately they did not
even mention it and just greeted both of us, while Diana stroke down her
skirt and thereby removed every sign of the event. This relieved me from my
initial doubts, and soon we all were back at the field to take the pictures
I came for.
Of course I took pictures and Pictures. The first few were well-fitted for
the posters and newspaper articles that would follow this year, but at a
certain moment I found myself aiming my camera at eight cheerleaders who
stood with their legs apart, and a bit later I took a Picture of eight
cheerleader bums with their skirts hiked up. Three bums were clearly out of
sync with the rest; besides Maureen and Diana, also a girl that I learned
to be Janice had played our wet game during the break. While peeing herself
"just a bit," she had looked around and missed both Diana and the
photographer, added up one and one, and found us behind the shed. Strange
how such a distracting activity under your skirt could cause your senses to
work so much better!
I even did not have to take out my 135 mm lens, as the girls were all to
eager to pose more and less challenging by themselves right in front of me.
After all, this was a wonderful opportunity for them to get some pictures
to please boyfriends with, and some girls went quite far. Only when Jane
started to take off her sweater to do some topless stuff, Diana took charge
and simply announced that anything was possible as long as no clothes were
taken off. Jane sighed and pulled her sweater back. "Alright, alright. I
know something else." She sat down on the ground in front of me, pulled up
her knees and then opened her legs so that her blue panties jumped out from
under her white skirt. She leaned back and supported herself on her elbows.
While I took position between her legs with my camera, getting lower to
make a shot upward along her body, she started to push and even before I
could focus properly her panties got the load of the complete afternoon. I
took three pictures in rapid succession, the first with just a stain in her
crotch, the last with her panties completely soaked from the front to her
bum. Jane just smiled and let me finish the pictures before rising to her
feet again and casually arranging her skirt. "That makes four," I remarked,
and all girls giggled.
Eventually I ran out of film and put away my camera. When I returned to the
girls, I found them sitting together on the grass, and Diana invited me to
join them. Even during the photo session, I had already discovered that
these girls were a lot less narrow-minded than I had thought at first, and
actually they made for some good conversation partners. Of course, a lot of
the conversation was about things related to skirts and what you could do
with them, and since I was a boy I became the natural oracle for all things
related to dressing up to please boys. But I had not that much to remark;
their uniforms already were about as close to ideal as I could imagine.
This obviously pleased the girls a lot, and some ideas were launched about
going out as a gang while wearing their uniforms. Diana seriously
considered this for a while, but finally vetoed the proposal since it would
harm their professional image and therefore their chances on the next
championships. Of course, she did not vote against any short skirt
concensus. So they agreed to go out together next Saturday, all wearing
short skirts and sweaters, and possibly boots, but not their uniforms. I
smiled and added: "Pity I cannot join you then." "Why not?", Ann replied.
"You can just come with us. I want to see all those boys looking angrily at
you while you casually move around with us and they don't get a chance!"
All laughed, including me, because my image on the university really would
enhance the scene a lot. It would be a hell of a practical joke.
Diana nudged me in my side and remarked that it would even be better if I
not only joined them in person, but also in dress, so that I could
participate when they decided to skip a toilet or two. This remark led to
some giggling among the girls, but Diana appeared serious about it and they
saw that I did not laugh it away either. Ann, sitting next to me, curiously
asked me if I had ever wet myself. I exchanged looks with Diana, who nodded
in support, and then told the girls that I quite often wet myself if I was
certain I was alone at home for a while. They got quite excited about this,
and Jane even started to look closely at my jeans to see if she could spot
some evidence. But I had to disappoint her; I explained that in my opinion
there was only one garment fitted for wet fun, and that was the skirt. Even
Jane couldn't do anything but agree on this, and Maureen quickly deduced
that I thus probably wore a skirt while wetting myself. I confirmed this,
which led to more giggling, but also to approving nods and smiles.
Ann started to compare our bodies, and came to the conclusion that we had
about the same sizes, some obvious details excluded. Without further ado
she offered me her clothes to try on and, well, maybe more. I looked at
Diana again, who said she did not object against *changing* of clothes, as
long as it happened inside the building. "Are you serious?", I asked Ann,
who replied: "Yes I am. I have my own clothes with me, of course. I really
would like to see you in my outfit, and well... you know." I looked at the
other girls. "Nobody gets offended if I try on Ann's uniform?" Nobody
would, they assured me, and Alice even got up to help me getting dressed.
My heart beat in my throat as I followed Ann and Alice inside, knowing I
was up to something that I had been fantasising about for years. I saw the
sign at the door, and could only smile.
In the locker room, Ann quickly undressed herself while I looked another
way, and Alice brought me a bundle of garments that promised quite a lot.
While Ann slipped into her long dress, I stripped down to my underwear,
showing my obvious erection, but the girls did not make remarks about it.
Ann told me that I could put on her cheerleader panties, since she had her
normal panties with her, and I would need dry underwear to get home in. She
assured me that her cheerleader panties were large enough to contain my
cock, were as clean as they possibly could be, and that she really wouldn't
mind if she got them back soiled and spoiled. Really not, she added. I
thanked her for this generosity, and then put on her sweater and skirt. She
indeed had about the same sizes as me; her skirt reached down to about one-
third of my thighs, enough to cover up any panties I wore. While Alice and
Ann discretely looked away, I slid my underwear down my legs and replaced
it with Ann's still warm panties. They felt wonderfully smooth and soft,
and fitted around my hips and the rest very well. Being cheerleader trunks,
they reached far up my waist, and so I had no trouble at all keeping
everything inside. The wide, flaring skirt effectively hid all evidence
that I wasn't a girl, and only my lack of hips and breasts and a lot of
dark hair on my legs spoiled the whole look. I sat down on the bench, and
started to pull on Ann's high boots that just fitted me. They were a bit
too small, but I could walk in them, and they would only get uncomfortable
if I needed to wear them for hours. During this, I had to pull up one leg
at the time which caused my skirt to ride up and reveal my panties. Ann and
Alice assured me that it looked hundred percent authentic, with my male
bulge completely disappearing in the seamless panties, helped by the shadow
under my skirt. This came not as a surprise to me, being accustomed to
skirt-wearing for a long time. I closed the zipper of my right boot and
rose to my feet. In the mirror I could see that I now was as close as
possible to a cheerleader, the only remaining differences falling into the
realm of plastic surgery which seemed a bit too far-fetched for this
occasion. Alice came to stand next to me and she corrected some tiny
things, such as my skirt being too high up my waist. In the end, we matched
almost totally from the chest down. Together we turned towards Ann, who
just completed her civilian outfit. Even in my current state, wearing a
complete cheerleader uniform, I couldn't help but gasp at the look of her.
She wore a cobalt-blue full-length dress, with a tight top and a very loose
skirt, and this accentuated her body profile maybe even better than the
cheerleader outfit. Ann smiled at the look of me and my face, twirled
around, and just said: "This's gonna be fun!" I excused myself for a moment
and went to the toilets, taking with me a little plastic bag I had found in
the locker room. I fitted the bag inside my panties to provide for the last
physical inconvenience and then, together with Alice and Ann, I returned to
the field.
When I appeared in the doorway, the whole group applauded and rushed
towards me to inspect Alice's handywork. There was nothing to remark,
except for the usual little jokes, and Ann took my hand and led me out on
the field. Apparently she had decided to initiate me herself, and I hoped
she would make it a mutual experience, because her long dress excited me
about as much as my own outfit. Diana saw Ann taking me over, and frowned,
but already having wet herself, she let Ann go. Instead, she played stage
manager and set up the girls in a half-circle to watch us, giving herself
the best place to look. When I looked at the seven girls on the ground,
with four of them exposing their wet panties and the other three probably
close to join them, and then to Ann who stood in front of me in her
beautiful dress, and then at myself and the pretty skirt I wore, I really
felt excited, happy, and at home. This group of girls had opened a whole
new world for me, and I would need to think of a way to thank each one of
them. Fortunately, the best way to thank them announced itself when I
noticed that I really had to pee. I turned to Ann. "How are *you* going to
do it?", I asked her while I glanced down her skirt. She hesitated.
"Ehhh... I am not going to do anything. I'll have to keep my clothes dry
this time, because I want to visit a party tonight and I'm not going home
first." I must have looked disappointed, because the other seven girls,
including Diana who now could take revenge, frantically protested and
argued that this was nonsense and that she knew it. Ann bit her lip and
looked down to the skirt part of her dress. "Well... I could just let go a
bit, of course." Diana shook her head. "No way. You just spread out wide
and drop it. Come on, you have an *audience* here!", and she winked to me.
Ann looked at me, and her eyes asked if this was alright with me. I just
told her that I really would fly if she went first, and then she agreed
with a small nod.
"Alright... I'll put down the whole show for you. But I want to save my
dress, so no tricks, please?" We all agreed, and I liked the idea of seeing
a girl just wetting herself under her dress so much that I forgot my own
need to pee for a while. I sat down next to Diana, who immediately put her
arm around me and crept against me. Her other hand slipped into my lap,
caressing my cock through my skirt, and I snorted from pleasure. So I let
my own hand slide up her leg and found her moist groin, with that red
button of hers that still worked. We both snorted now, and then giggled
together, cuddling as sisters, and dressed in the same way.
Ann had finished the typical female preparations, and I expected her to
spread her legs now. But she didn't. Instead, she put both hands in her
crotch and started to gently rub the front of her dress. I understood that
she just protected her dress; she probably knew herself well enough to
preclude getting wet panties first and trying not to masturbate afterwards.
I moved my index finger a bit and Diana responded by biting in my ear, so
that part of the story was still well underway. Then I saw Alice and Cindy
hiking up their skirts, revealing dry panties, and moving into squatting
position to take a leak themselves. I hissed to get their attention and
shook my head. "Not yet, girls. Wait for me, please." They understood and
gigglingly dropped their skirts again. Ann was still lightly rubbing her
dress, but her face now started to flush so her excitement had reached the
appropriate level. Without any warning, she stopped rubbing, straightened
her back, and put her hands on her hips. Her eyes looked to some point at
the horizon, and for a few moments, nothing happened. Then she looked down
towards her skirt, her face lighted up like a candle, and she excitedly
yelled: "Yes! Yes!" While her bladder released its contents into her
underwear, she firmly closed her eyes and bent backwards. Her legs were
still pressed tightly together, and so her dress did not touch anything
that could possibly get wet. We all could almost *feel* her warmth coming
down, and at the exact moment I felt it reaching my boots, Ann parted her
legs a bit to guide the liquid to the insides of her shoes. Because of her
long dress, there was nothing to see. There was just a very pretty girl
standing on a grass field, with a quite red face and behaving strangely,
but her wet dream was kept hidden by her clothes. Diana could not stand
this gorgeous sight and asked for more by nibbling my ear, so I tickled her
wet panties harder until she with a moan laid her head on my shoulder and
molded her body against mine. I hugged her firmly and looked at Ann again.
During the whole act, which took about two minutes, Ann did not move even a
finger, and her dress stayed absolutely stainless. Only when her invisible
and inaudible, but very real, stream died away, Ann released her tensed
muscles and allowed herself to come. This caused her body to part her legs
about one meter, which was as far as her dress would allow, flip her upper
body down with her head almost touching the ground, and while she supported
herself with her hands on the ground, she yelled "YEEES!" again. Heavy
breathing, she stayed in this position for ten seconds or so, before
staggering back to her two feet and wiping her hair out and her sweat off
her face. Her dress had survived the whole operation without even one tiny
spot, but when she walked away, the grass appeared as soaked as after a
heavy rain shower. Ann got a big hand from everyone, and made a slight bow
while hiking up her dress a bit, to thank the audience. She carefully
picked up her dress while she kneeled down, and arranged the skirt part
neatly around her legs as she lowered her bum onto her ankles. With a big
smile on her face and a deep sigh, she settled down for the post-wetting
part and relaxed. Now it was my turn.
I whispered to Diana if she would join me, or if she preferred to wait. She
smiled to me, pinched my cock again a little and said she would wait until
the exercises were over. We really started to understand each other very
well. I kissed her and stood up.
As by command, Alice, Cindy and Melissa rose together with me, and all
three seemed as excited as I was. It really was a weird situation. There
now were four cheerleaders standing together, one with a slightly different
appearance, all four dressed in exactly the same uniform, and all four
looking forward to something naughty and maybe even childish. Melissa took
charge and asked us three, and especially me, what we would like. Alice
said that it didn't matter to her, as long as she could get wet panties
with it. I agreed with her. "I know very well how to wet myself, girls.
This will not be a first-time experience for me. But it will of course be
something new to do it in a real uniform, and with such a nice company
around me. So I would like to conform myself exactly to what you girls do,
pose, behaviour, everything. You'll do it, I'll do it." Melissa understood,
and looked around the tiny circle. "Alright then. Let's do the National
Anthem!"
While Alice and Cindy made a small jump of pleasure and Maureen and Janice
applauded from the side line, Diana now rose to her feet and called: "You
are going to do WHAT?!" Her skirt failed to drop down properly and I had a
great view of her stained panties while Melissa explained to her that they
had tried to find a way together to sneakily let go while they all posed
for the playing of the anthem. Maureen had been the instigator of the whole
thing, being the first of the team to really wet herself, long ago. But her
method, although undetectable, often caused soaked boots and socks which
were not all too nice just before a football game. So Janice and Alice had
worked out a new official pose for the whole group, that looked as formal
as the former one, but offered the opportunity for some additional relief.
Diana smiled, stroke down her skirt and sat down cross-legged. "That sounds
good, girls. Let's see this new pose, so we here can decide both its style
features and its practical usefulness."
Alice and Cindy came to stand on the left side of me, Melissa on the right.
They all hooked their arms, and I of course joined them. Next they all
spread their legs a bit, and this caused their feet to cross each other, so
Alice's right calve touched Cindy's left calve, and the crossing alternated
through the line of cheerleaders. It made us standing very close to each
other, forming a tight row, and viewed from the front or back the crossed
legs made a nice mesh that probably distracted enough to prevent any second
thoughts about why the girls and me had spread our legs at all. Melissa
commented: "We thought it would be nice to make two rows this way, back to
back, so we can stand perpendicular to the side line and be in between the
two teams." Diana did not disapprove: "Sounds fine to me. Do you keep your
arms hooked? It looks a bit like the French can-can." Maureen, from the
side line, answered: "This is only the starting pose. We need to hook our
arms to quickly get into the correct positions, to form a symmetric mesh.
When the actual playing starts, we do the following." Alice, Cindy and
Melissa moved their right hands towards their left shoulders, somewhat like
the new Star Trek "activate communicator" move, and kept them there. I
mimicked them. Diana nodded in approval: "That's good. Really good. You
keep your left hands in your sides, with your elbows touching the side of
your neighbour, to keep the correct distance, I suppose?" Maureen
confirmed. "Yes. This really should be formal enough, and completely
inconspicuous for innocent bystanders. Yet, it gives us a great opportunity
to start the game in style!" We all laughed. I just remarked: "Yeah,
starting in style is okay, but you will have to adapt your cheers to stop
your skirts flipping up!" Alice said that that was the next thing to
invent, and that there was a committee working on it already. Diana just
smiled. And I now really needed to pee.
Melissa looked to the left, to me and the other girls. "Are you ready,
team?" she asked and winked to me. "Then let's go!" And all together, we
started our own private program that led to the inevitable.
Melissa was quick. While I was still concentrating to begin, she nudged me
in my side and whispered "It's coming... now!" I looked to her while she
carefully let her warm stream enter her panties with a sigh, and I couldn't
help looking down to her skirt under which it all happened. Of course,
there was nothing to see except Melissa's slick, parted legs coming out
from under her little skirt. She giggled: "Ooooh, it feels soooo nice!",
and started to hop a little up and down on her toes. Then she began to drip
between her parted boots and this led to my own urge becoming still
stronger. While I looked down to my own skirt and imagined my pale blue
panties under it, I felt my warm liquid coming upward in my penis.
Just before I jetted it out into my pants, there was some hot tickling on
my left calve and Cindy giggled: "Sorry!". I looked left. Here was a
little, shy, but lovely cheerleader very busy to break the world record
public panty flooding while uniformed. She behaved quite differently from
Melissa. Melissa quietly wetted herself on my right, enjoying every drop
into her underwear, giggling from time to time, but keeping a low profile.
Cindy, on the other hand, went for the record. She threw it all out into
her panties, I could hear the hissing sound, and she looked down to the
stream between her boots with great pleasure. Unlike Melissa, Cindy just
looked very much like a girl who was pissing in her pants on purpose.
This was too much for me. With all fantasies and practice of many years
supporting me, I started to pee and did everything I could not to stop.
This was hard work, given my erection, but I managed. I felt my warmth
spreading in my crotch, coming down, passing my balls, and then leaving the
plastic and touching my panties. It had happened. I had peed my panties,
dressed as a cheerleader, being on the field, surrounded by fellow
cheerleaders who now also made all signs of very wet things happening to
them. In a few seconds, but invisible to anyone, my panties absorbed
everything they could. I always cherished this moment, when I had wet
myself as much as I could without needing to worry about where to leave the
excess pee. I knew that nobody could notice my wet underwear as long as I
kept my skirt down, and for a moment I was tempted to stop and walk away.
A high-pitched shriek from Alice made me change my mind, however. I looked
to the left, where Alice had broken the anthem pose and now stooped
forward, her hands on her bent knees, her eyes firmly closed and a
waterfall between her still parted legs. "I don't want *that*", she
mumbled, and apparently tried to stop something. But it was no use. I saw
her tense her muscles, and then give up and release. While her waterfall
stopped for a moment, she looked at me and shrugged. "Ah well. It had to
happen once. Let's finish it." That said, she pushed and let something
slide into her panties. Her white skirt hid it completely, but I got so
aroused by the idea of having witnessed this slight accident that I
continued pissing myself double-power and before long, the girls could see
my stream dripping down from under my skirt. Finally, I experienced the
eternal joy of being a cheerleader and exploring my uniform. It was like
heaven.
We all four were wetting ourselves now, Alice having joined our pose again,
and we enjoyed it thoroughly. Our audience had watched intensely, and when
they saw me actually start dripping, they yelled and applauded. Even
Alice's overshoot could not cause them to stop cheering, and while we
finally finished our bladders and started leaking out, Diana got up, dashed
to me and gave me a full kiss on my mouth. She smashed her crotch against
mine, and without caring for our skirts, she rubbed me to a mind-blowing
orgasm in seconds. This time, Diana had to prevent *me* from falling over
backwards.
The whole show had caused every one of us to have wet panties, and
apparently this was some sign to end the exercises and go inside. Alice
gigglingly went to the toilet to drop something off first, wiggling her
hips a bit more than usual, while the rest including me entered the locker
room. Diana opened the central valves for the showers and the other girls
started to undress. Before taking off their clothes, however, they all
hiked up their skirts in front of the mirror to inspect the damage, and I
of course joined them. My erection had disappeared after Diana's attack,
and except for a bulge in the front down, my panties looked quite similar
to all the other pairs I saw around. Including the stain. Of course, Jane's
panties were wetter at her bum, but that was no wonder. Maureen, who had
started the fun today, discovered that her panties were already drying, and
swiftly ran to the shower section to do something about it. On the way
there she took off her sweater, boots, and socks, and wearing only her
skirt, a bra, and of course her panties, she stepped over the threshold
onto the tiled floor of the shower secion. Without even properly spreading
her legs, she gushed out what she had, and soon her legs were completely
wet, leaving dark footprints on the blue tiles. While still peeing, Maureen
paraded through the shower room, without entering the actual shower area,
and eventually she threw her skirt out into the locker room to show us now
freshly peed panties. Her bra followed, and still wearing her soaked
panties she dashed around the corner of the wall to shower. The other girls
soon followed, all completely undressed, and finally only Diana and me were
left behind.
"Feel like a shower?", she smiled. "I do!", and while she signed me to
follow, she stepped onto the tiles. I hesitated. "Well... I do not want to
bother the girls. I'll wait until they come out." Diana shook her head. "Oh
no, you're coming NOW." She came out again, grabbed my hand and pulled me
into the shower section. In one swift move she threw her left leg between
my legs, pushed her warm, moist crotch against my left thigh, and before I
could even pull her skirt out of the way, she started a terrific stream. It
did not only soak her panties, but her skirt and mine as well. While all
these layers of wet fabric caused a great feeling, Diana started to rub her
groin over my thigh and orgasmed right away. She clutched me tightly, still
pissing, and her warmth spread around my crotch and leg.
Finally, she detangled and twirled around to show me her wet uniform in all
its glory. It looked absolutely staggering, and very unfitted for public
appearances, with that dark-red stain on her skirt. I had expected that she
now would undress on the bench over there, but she dragged me right along
the corner, and while she still wore her complete uniform, sweater, skirt,
boots and all, she stepped under the pouring warm water. And dragged me
under it as well.
Within a few seconds, we both got soaked right to our bodies and to be
honest, it did not harm her appearance. Her breasts became far better
defined, and her skirt now sticked to her legs and crotch so the whole
contours of her body were visible. Her long black hair fell down in a big
bush when she took off her hair lint, and then I grabbed her, hugged her,
kissed her and caressed her whole body through the wet cheerleader uniform.
She did the same with me, and unaware of the rest of the girls who happily
made room for us, we slowly undressed each other until we were alone under
the shower and embraced for a long time.
When we came out to dry and get dressed, the other girls had already
finished and sat (Ann stood) nicely chattering on the benches. Some
whistling was heard when I entered the locker room, but on the whole I felt
quite at ease, although excited. This had been the most remarkable
afternoon of my life so far. While I put on my normal clothes again, I saw
Diana sliding into her blouse and skirt, and admired the perfection of that
whole creature. She smiled back, and stepped into her shoes. Her wet
uniform was stuffed into a plastic bag and then disappeared into her sports
bag, and I got poked into my back by Ann who held up her own soaked uniform
while saying: "I said you could drench my PANTIES, not the rest!" She
winked and put the clothes away. Her dress was still perfectly alright, and
I supposed she would indeed go to that party now, while her panties
couldn't possibly have dried yet. Brave girl!
We all left the building at about six o'clock, and I waved the girls
goodbye while waiting for Diana to switch off the lights and lock the door.
She hooked her arm into mine and together we walked to her car, to get to
her appartment and prepare a meal. I had found a friend who would prove to
be a very special woman in just a few days. And the whole university
wondered how on Earth that boring computer freak got away with that
gorgeous cheerleader's captain.
We didn't wonder.
We enjoyed every minute of it.
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