Ballongdansen Story

[gollywog]

Ballongdansen Story

My name is Bernadette. I had a very isolated childhood and also had been brought up as part of quite a strict church. Therefore, when my parents and I moved to a new town and a new area it was quite a culture shock. I was a very slim and pretty girl with long blond hair and tender but well-developed breasts. I was quite shy, very innocent and I really had no proper idea of modern life. That was to change in the first week at my new college.

I had been at college three days and was just about getting used to it. The girls wore their skirts very short, smoked ciggarettes and were extremely familiar with the boys. I was shocked. I'd never seen such things before! The boys were not a bit like the nice boys I'd met at church. They made comments about my body, my long blond hair, my breasts and some even grabbed my bottom. Under the circumstances however, I felt I was managing well. I tried to ignore the behaviour and act like a proper lady as my parents had taught me.

Most of the first three days had been taken up with registration, getting to know about our course and some quite boring details. I was to discover that this particular college was very popular with Scandanavians because of its culture enrichment program. Basically, this meant that if you wanted you could take Swedish or Norwegian as a language module and this would count towards your course. As these are not common languages it attracted a lot of people who were either Scandanavian immigrants or had one Scandanavian parent.

On the fourth day, I heard one girl say "Nollingen begins tomorrow. I can't wait!" I decided that it would be an opportune moment to try and be friendly.
"Oh er... what's Nollingen?" I asked.
"What you don't know?" laughed the girl, "and you came here?"
"I don't know" I said in all seriousness. "Pray, what should I know?"
"Well, Nollingen is a Swedish initation ceremony for freshers - you know new students. Only, in Sweden it's a bit lame. Here - they really go to town! This college is famous for it all - over the US. Obviously, to come here you have to have no shame!"

The group of girls laughed heartily. They started whooping and behaving in a most ungainly way. Two of them made comments about my clothes but I tried to maintain my dignity.
"I'm sorry" I said, as I neatly rearranged my long skirts, "but I still don't see what it is. What ceremony?"
"Fuck, we've really got a green one here" said the girl. "Perryville College is all over the internet! You're gonna be famous babe."
"Yes, I've heard of the internet" I said, "but as I am studying Mathematics I was told that I wouldn't need to acquire computer skills straight away."
"Look babe" said another girl, who spoke with a slightly German accent. I guessed she was Swedish.
"The first ceremony is tomorrow at noon. The ballongdansen. You HAVE to do it. All new students do it. If you refuse - well like... no one would speak to you like EVER. I mean FOREVER b*tch."
The swearing was so offensive that I bowed my head and covered my ears for a moment. After composing myself I turned to the girls who were all staring at me intently.
"Um... what exactly must one do?" I said with a feeble voice.
"Strip naked babe. On a stage in front of everybody. In Sweden they let the girls wear panties - not here though. Guys and girls have to go nuddy nuddy naked - except for balloons of course. You get some balloons. Towards the end, someone comes on and pops them. Poof!!!! Your pussy is all over the internet." She grinned.
"I see" I said, not really understanding. "Well thank you but it all sounds rather rude and where I come from ladies behave decently."
The girls roared with laughter and the laughter went on for about two minutes.

Finally, the Swedish girl put her hand on my arm.
"Listen, I think you're gonna need some help if you're gonna get through this. My name is Helga. I'm new too but look, will you come over to my room later and I'll go through the moves. You'll have to do it. I mean, it's better than what they do to refusers."
Suddenly, I felt my emotions coming to the surface.
"Listen, I don't know what you're suggesting but I can't do such a depraved act! I just can't undress! My mother....."
"I'm sorry" interrupted Helga "but you'll have to. I mean if you don't....."
Another girl cut in:
"Refusers get the worst treatment ever. They strip you naked and tie you to a post in the centre of the college for a week. Then they let any guy - and I mean ANY GUY can fuck you and do whatever they want."
Tears started falling down my cheeks.
"But that's not true! The teachers would never let that happen. This is a big lie! A big, big horrid lie!!!" I cried.
"I'm so sorry but it's not a lie" said the girl, "The teachers don't care. They enjoy it too. And as for the refusers... They do get one every couple of years. Don't let it be you. Can you imagine what it's like being tied to the post for a week. They even let you pee yourself right there."
I screamed and ran for the exit with my eyes were streaming but not before Helga yelled her room number to me.

I always did have a good memory for numbers. Thank the Lord. Despite a sleepless night I managed to find Helga's room at ten the next morning.
"Oh it's you Bernadette" she yawned. "Come in then."
Helga worked on me for two hours and it was five past twelve before she had convinced me to go ahead.
"We really have to go Bernadette. We're late already" she urged, as she physically pulled me out of the door. We made our way to the main college hall, where there was a stage and a crowd of nearly 500 people. It was so crowded we found it hard to make our way to the front. Helga dragged me through a door and to a room behind the stage, which was full of fresher students. To my horror I saw a group of eight girls and boys trot past wearing nothing but balloons. The boys made very little effort to hide their privates and for the first time in my whole life I saw a human penis! As you can imagine I was very shocked. A minute later, after some muffled announcements, I heard the echoey music start and the audience cheering.

This scenario went on for forty minutes. One group followed another and the same music was played. As the time came closer, I tried to block my mind from what was to happen. I knew it was time and that there was no option available.

You must understand that I could never bear to explain such rude things to my parents. My upbringing was so repressed that I was scolded by my own mother for having my first period. Only later did she supply me with some padding cloths. Never once did I undress fully for we never had a bath. Washing took place in front of the basin and I lifted my skirts accordingly. Just try to imagine that only two years previously I had used the word 'undergarments' at the meal table. My father flew into such a rage that I was beaten and confined to my room for a week. Can you see now that to explain the terrible things I had been asked to do at college would have been far far worse that actually carrying them out? My situation was such that I had only one choice: to go through with it along with the other students. As Helga had advised, if I went along with it, it was most likely that no one would notice me and it would soon pass.

The time had come and the rest of my team began to undress. I took off my top and shoes and socks. I undid my heavy long skirt and let it drop. The rest of my team were naked including Helga, but I just looked at the ground refusing to look at their sinful flesh.
"Team twelve" called a large blond guy with big muscles.
"That's us" said Helga, "Your bra Bernadette. Hey, it's no shit."
I flinched at the swearing but she put her arm around me, so I gritted my teeth and took off my bra.
"And the panties" she urged, "the boys will love it. They haven't stopped talking about you since the first day."
"Why me?" I asked.
"Because...... because you're so pure and pretty. I thought you would have realised. Surely you must know?!" she said gaping in disbelief. She realised I didn't. "You've got an amazing body - for a church girl - I mean holy shit... you should be a model."
I pulled down my panties, which were large old-fashioned ones, and sn*tched three balloons, which were all about the place. I felt the eyes of the boys upon me but I refused to return the looks. We were arranged boy/girl/boy/girl, which meant I was sandwiched between two tall and beefy blond boys. I felt very small and helpless.

The group made our way up the steps and into the wings of the stage. I couldn't believe it, I was nude except for three balloons - one for my crotch and two that I gripped with one hand for my breasts. The poor boys only had one.

The music began and we stepped out onto the stage. It was quite a shock to see so many people. Down at the front of the stage were several men with high quality video cameras. Every couple of seconds there was a camera flash. Without realising, I fell into the dance routine. Helga had made me practice it for two hours and so I knew it by heart. Then came the bit where I had to lift my left arm and show my breasts. There was a flurry of flashes. Then we had to turn and show our bare bottoms and give a wiggle. More flashes. I had stopped thinking by this point and I concentrated only on following the moves with everyone else. Everything was a haze, as if I was in a different world.

Suddenly several stewards ran across the stage and started popping the balloons with pins. There was a huge cheer from the crowd. Before I knew what had hit me, I was down to one balloon. In alarm, I covered my breasts with one arm and carried on. I looked sideways and the guys had no balloons at all nor were they making any attempt to hide their genitals. For the second time I glanced at a boy's penis. The boy looked at me and smiled. It was a strange and surreal moment - my fear and alarm was alleviated slightly by his kindly smile.

The dance continued. Together the girls and myself raised our hands again showing our breasts and there was another cheer from the audience. Then we had to wiggle our bottoms again. More cheers. I wondered what my mother would think if she could see me now. But as Helga had explained, since my parents didn't even own a computer, there was nothing to worry about.

As I turned, I came face to face with a steward and my one ballon was popped. For a few seconds I ran away from the group towards the front of the stage. I forgot to cover myself in my desperate attempt to escape. I ran to the side of the stage but two hefty stewards blocked my way so I ran back to the front and stood naked before everyone. The fear and extreme embarrassment was frozen in time as forty flashes occured almost simultaniously.

My bare vagina was photographed up close as I stood above the crowd on the stage. I thrust my hand over it and stood there with my knees together but it was too late. The flashes were like a lightening storm. For a moment the crowd was silent and mystified. Then they roared in wild approval.

In panic, I returned to the group and my hand was grabbed by the guy with the smile. I knew what the next part of the dance was and it hardly mattered now. The whole group joined hands so that full frontal nudity could be photographed for the world to see. The group walked and danced to the front of the stage for the finale. I wiggled my hips in a side to side motion as I had been instructed. I knew what was coming next - Helga had prepared me - but I still had to bite my lip to do it. How could they make girls do this I shuddered? And why? I glanced to my left for support and the guy smiled again and gave a slight nod. I knew what he meant.

I put one arm around each of the guys to my left and right and they lifted me up, holding one leg each. I screwed my face up as they spread my legs wide apart. Before the whole crowd my vagina was spread apart and bared. The cameras flashed and the men with the video cameras zoomed in.

ONE MONTH LATER

Being an internet sensation was not at all what I had expected. My display of embarrassment had turned viral. The video clip of me in high quality DivX was on nearly every porn link site on the internet and next to it my spread pussy was the second highest scoring link.

Sven was very kind. "Nearly half the male population on the planet have seen your pretty c*nt Bernadette!" he said. "Even I wouldn't have thought it possible. I mean you are everywhere! Look at this - EMBARRASSED GIRL. You're at the top of the page. The college has had sixty requests for a photoshoot from you. You're a porn sensation!" I gave him a sweet kiss.
"Yeah I know" I said. I gave a satisfied sigh.
"The porn shoots can wait Sven. How about you fuck my brains out? I could really do with an orgasm or two right now." He turned and gave me that sweet smile.
"The pleasure will be all yours" he grinned.

[SoCalBB]

Thanks for the story. I loved it and would love to read more, if you decide to add to it!