I joined a cheerleading club at university after being a cheerleader in high school.
Every year, we have a summer training camp for three nights.
The first two days are spent practicing coordination together.
On the third day, the fourth-year students perform their final routine, and the first to third-year students showcase their performances.
(At that time, there were about 20 members.)
We perform before dinner, then have dinner, followed by a bath (a large communal bath).
The final dinner is quite something.
Although alcohol is prohibited, on the last day, everyone drinks as a tacit understanding because the seniors are retiring after the summer competition.
One of the traditions is playing the King's Game, even though it's just among girls.
Each of the five fourth-year students gets to be the king once.
Everyone gets quite wild because of the alcohol.
There were five fourth-year students.
The first person gives a command.
The first command was given to the first-year students.
The first-year students were gathered in the center to check if they could do the splits.
Since I had been doing it since high school, I could do it easily.
Whether you could do it or not, the second-year seniors would push your body from behind.
Then, the third-year students would come in front to check if your legs were spread.
At this time, we were still in our cheerleading costumes from the performance before dinner.
We wore mini skirts with visible underwear.
The third-year students would slowly spread the first-year students' legs.
Then, the second-year students who had been pushing would stand up and stretch their arms above their heads.
We had to endure this for five minutes.
If it hurt or if we lost balance, we were declared "disqualified" and moved on to the next fourth-year student's command.
In the end, we were put in impossible positions on purpose, so all six first-year students were disqualified.
Disqualified students were given a punishment.
First, the disqualified students were told their bodies were stiff and were sent to warm up in the bath for about 30 minutes.
(Warming up the body makes the ligaments more flexible, so practicing splits after a bath is the best.)
... After getting out of the bath, we were called to gather in our underwear.
This time, we were laid on our backs with the second-year students on the left and the third-year students on the right.
The fourth-year students would come between our legs to instruct us.
This was the beginning of a nightmare.
They would touch our thighs with subtle touches on purpose.
Our legs were spread open.
(At this time, the second and third-year students would spread our legs.)
The fourth-year students would gently stroke my legs, saying things like, "See, they open up," or "They open even more," while stroking.
It was embarrassing to be seen by everyone in my underwear.
This continued for a few minutes.
Gradually, the fourth-year students' hands would move along my underwear, and I tried to escape, but I was held down by the second and third-year students, so I couldn't move freely.
After a while, I started to feel it, and the fourth-year students put their fingers inside my underwear.
They said, "You're wet, even though you're a girl," and since my underwear was getting dirty, they took it off.
Once my underwear was off, I was touched so much that I couldn't resist.
I never thought a woman's hands (fingers) could be so soft and pleasant.
The fourth-year students stimulated me with subtle pressure, and I was soaking wet.
The second and third-year students also put their hands inside my bra and played with my nipples.
They said, "You're so naughty. We need to punish you," and I was cunnilingus for the first time by a woman.
She was so good at it that even though it was almost like being half-raped, I felt so much that I couldn't help but moan.
The second and third-year students took off my bra, kissed me, and alternately caressed my breasts, and I came within 2-3 minutes of being cunnilingus.
Because it was between women, they knew exactly where to attack, and it felt so good and soft that it was an experience I had never had before.
For about two hours, the three seniors kept attacking me, and some of the other first-year students were crying.
They were crying because it felt so good.
I thought this must be what they mean by 'fainting from pleasure.'
When I regained consciousness, the first-year students were taken to the fourth-year students' room.
The rooms were for 2-3 people.
When I entered the room, I was embraced by two fourth-year students and came again.
The other first-year students were also being played with by the second to fourth-year seniors.
Without using any tools, just fingers and tongues, we had sex for over five hours.
I don't know how many times I came.
After the training camp, I found out that this was a traditional punishment game.
On Saturdays and Sundays, we cheer at games, and since most of us are bisexual, we would find the cheerleaders of the opposing team, get close to them, touch their breasts in the changing rooms, and if there was a girl who could go with a woman, we would embrace her with a few people.
I have had experiences with men as well. I am bisexual.
Before my university experience, I had dated about six men.
Even now, as an alumna of the cheerleading team, I accompany the summer training camps if I have time.
It's fun to bully the first-year students, but I often bully the fourth-year students.
At that time, I take the dominant role.
Usually, I am submissive.
It's just my opinion, but I think most beautiful women have had lesbian experiences or have been approached by other girls.
Beautiful women are liked by both men and women, and if a beautiful woman knows how to make a woman feel good, she feels even more wonderful.
In my company, there are about eight female colleagues, and five of them are bisexual.
I currently work at a cosmetics company.
This was my first lesbian experience.
