The 'Cheerleader'.
By Beta Man
A cheerleader teaches a young quarterback about female empowerment.


We met through the college football team. It was my first year and I'd
mainly been a reserve, so I spent a lot of time prowling the touchline
hoping to be called into action.

Like most of the reserves I found my attention drifting away from the hard
fought, but mediocre action on the pitch, to the activities of the
cheerleaders, whose athleticism and enthusiasm seemed almost at odds with
the team they were cheering.

At times I even forgot there was a match going on when Hannah took centre
stage. She had the same idealised physique of most of her cohort, tall,
long legs, and perky breasts, but she didn't have the fake smile. She
looked like a young Jennifer Connelly and had an intelligent gaze, which
with her gymnastics background, made her routines even more compelling, as
though she were watching and judging the crowd and finding them as lacking
as the football on offer.

I was surprised when after another heavy defeat, where I was not called
upon, she approached me and said, "You know if you watched the match as
keenly as you watch my routines, maybe Coach would put you in the game".

"Well if coach could muster the imagination and intelligence that you put
in your routine, maybe it would be worth taking to the pitch", I replied.

"My, what a nice thing to say, though not for coach obviosly", she laughed.

"Come on, you must get complimented all the time".

"There's a big difference between a compliment and a lewd remark, even if
it is dressed up in it's Sunday best. 'Imagination and intelligence', I
like that", she said, "maybe you could elaborate further tomorrow evening".

"I don't think I'd have any insight you haven't already considered. You
seem totally in command of both your performance and the effect it has on
people".

She stood and smiled at me for a long few seconds. It made me feel both
nervous and excited.

"I want you to know, I never do this, so I'd appreciate if you don't tell
anybody, but I'm going to take you home tonight and I'm going to give you
the performance to end all performances, it'll be the Superbowl and the
Oscars rolled into one", she smiled and waited for my response. "Well?"

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I'm saving myself, so I won't be
able to accompany you, but I'm flattered by the compliment".

She laughed, long and hard, "well aren't you full of surprises? Saving
yourself you say, well what's a girl to do? Maybe I've lost my allure? I
shall get myself to a nunnery".

"Well cheerleading's loss will be God's gain", I said smiling.

She bowed her head, offered a small shrug and a quiet, "amen", then skipped
to the showers, with just one look back at myself rooted to the spot.

The rest of the evening I wondered to myself where the 'saving myself'
excuse had come from. I think just fear.

The next few games, I found myself still prowling the sidelines, watching
the game hopefully, but without the enthusiasm with which I watched
Hannah's routines, at the end of which she would invariably smile or wink
at me.

Whenever she would pass me, she would make a brief sign of the cross, and
ask for forgiveness.

I would reply with a smiling "No, you're going to hell".

"Already there padre, already there", she laughed.

The season was halfway through, before I was trusted with some game time,
and even that was because of an injury to the starting quarter back in the
final ten minutes, rather than any confidence Coach may have had with me.

I started inside our own ten yard line, and started with a simple pass to a
wide receiver who fumbled, the second play saw a running back stopped at
the gain line. At 3 and 10, I figured no guts, no glory, called a long Hail
Mary, and that one fifty yard throw, caught by a wide receiver, changed the
next two and a half year's of college for me. The next huddle everybody
looked like they'd been rejuvenated. Seven more plays and we had a
touchdown. I left the pitch to a series of high fives.

Of course the face I looked for was Hannah's. She was beaming. Once the
fuss died down, and coach had gave me instructions for the next play, she,
swung past.

"A Hail Mary? Divine intervention indeed padre. If you carry on like this
you're going to need somebody to run interference and protect your virtue
from the ladies", she said smiling.

"And you'd do that for me?" I asked.

"And so much more", she said, before lowering her voice to whisper, "If you
think I'm imaginative here, you should see me in the bedroom "

She was as good as her word. Between the glory on the pitch and what she
did to me in the bedroom, it was the best night of my life. She exhausted
me, with a variety of positions and a gymnastic flexibility that at times
made it feel like a threesome.

The next morning I lay in bed a spent force, but very, very happy. I
thanked Hannah profusely and apologised that I had not been at my best as a
result of a couple of late tackles that had left me sore and bruised.

"Well that's why I went gentle with you", she said smiling.

"And I you", I replied

"You're better with the compliments than the bravado. If I hadn't held back
last night you would have woken up in the ER this morning", she held my
stare.

"I'm glad I didn't. Waking here with you is about the best way to start a
day that I can imagine".

She looked at me uncertain as to how sincere I was.

"Maybe we should wait until you're warming the bench again, because next
time I'm going to put you out of circulation for a couple of weeks".

I was excited there was going to be a next time, though I must confess her
tone was a little scary.

As luck would have it. I was the starting quarter back for the rest of the
season, as we went on an unprecedented eight match winning streak. Even
when our first choice had recovered I was still starting games.

It started to feel like a cruel punishment, and on more than one occasion I
thought about throwing the game, just to get with Hannah again.

Of course she remained bemused my predicament. Cheering throughout and
performing a specially choreographed routine each time I threw a touchdown.

She could also see that her prediction about ladies taking a keener
interest in me had come to fruition, and true to her word she ran
interference, though not by declaring our relationship, but by telling the
other cheerleaders that I was saving myself for a higher cause. Which if
anything made me even more of a challenge.

Once the season finished we made plans to meet two days later to pick up
where we had left off. After two months of waiting I just wanted to re-live
that previous night, but Hannah wanted to be wined and dined first. It was
after dinner that Hannah outlined what she planned to do to me that night:

"Well padre, you're now a big man on campus, so the first thing I'm going
to do is establish the order in our relationship so that there's no
confusion or misundestanding"

"Absolutely", I replied, "I believe in equality, I think that you are
not..."

She raised a finger, "I think that's adorable, but I''m afraid I can't get
on board with the equality".

"I will still open doors and buy you gifts but I want you to know that I
don't think of my status as star quarter back as more important than your
cheerleading"

"No it's not my equality that I'm questioning, it's yours. I plan to
dominate and destroy you".

"Hannah I've had 250 pound linebackers trying to hurt me for the last two
months, what makes you think a cheerleader could succeed where they failed?"

" Firstly they've not hurt you because they have one basic goal, and one
basic skill set, whereas I have a wide arsenal of gifts at my disposal and
I will utilise and adapt them to circumstances. Secondly, you haven't got a
raging erection for them, or at least I think not, but I'm open minded and
won't judge if you have, and I will use your lust against you in a way that
will hurt but also arouse you even more".

"Well that goes both ways, I might well use your thinly concealed lust for
me to my advantage", I chimed.
"Hannah, when you've week in week out faced whole defensive lines charging
you with the sole intention of sending you to the ER, it takes a little
more to scare me than a horny cheerleader".

"Good luck, but one last thing, after I've beaten you, I'm going to dress
you as a cheerleader just so you never use the word disparagingly again,
I'm going to wear your ankles as earrings, and I'm going to spank that ego
out of you".

She had a serious look I'd never seen before, and I was momentarily
hesitant, but I managed to collect myself,

She smiled, and we went back to her house.

Once there she told me to go to the bedroom and strip down to whatever I
was comfortable fighting in. I stripped down to my boxer shorts. A minute
later she came in wearing her cheerleader outfit. She walked up to where I
was standing cupped my chin in one hand, which she then let slide till she
had it around my neck. She then pushed me back against the nearby wall,
leant in and kissed my top lip, before giving my bottom lip a sharp bite.

"I'm just going to stretch for a moment and then I'll begin, and quite soon
you'll be begging me to stop. I won'tp0, she smiled and turned her back on
me.

She began by bending at the waist, and reaching forward to place her hands
on the floor. She then began to gyrate, stretching her arms, shoulders and
legs, as she moved in a mesmerising rhythm. Her skirt began to ride up her
thighs as she swayed from side to side. I wasn't certain, but it looked
like she had decided not to wear any underwear.

She then gripped her shins and slowly slipped down into the splits. I was
now more aroused than I had ever been in my entire life. She turned and
there at her eye level was the confirmation that she had anticipated.

"Who's the horny cheerleader now?", she asked, before grasping my erection
and using it to help pull her up from the floor.

While still holding me in her right hand, she swung her left leg up over my
shoulder. So her calf was level with my face. She tensed her legs, the calf
popped, and her thigh brushed against my chest. I was not sure how much
more of this teasing I could take. I found myself taking her muscular calf
in my mouth and sucking on it. I felt myself edging closer to coming.

She grabbed my head with her right hand and swung her other leg up so that
her right calf went behind my head, and she pulled herself up so her pussy
was now in my face. She began to squeeze my head with her thighs while
thrusting herself against my open mouth. My tongue began to taste her
intimately, as I licked her in time with each squeeze.

Reaching backward she began to scratch my chest with one hand, while the
other pulled my hair to co-ordinate our mutual pleasures, but then I came
and almost instantly weakened.

She pulled me back so that we would land on the bed, Hannah on her back
with her thighs wrapped round my head and my tongue inside her. I was
determined to make her come, as she had made me, but I had severely
underestimated the strength of her thighs, and soon I lost any sense of
rhythm as I began screaming inside her. The only sound I could hear between
her thighs was a very muffled laugh. I passed out soon after.

When I came around I was now naked on the bed and Hannah held me in a
bodyscissors. She began to squeeze and I immediately remembered just how
strong her thighs were and that there would be no point fighting it.

"I submit", I squealed.

"Sorry sweetcheeks but this isn't a submission fight, this is a lesson in
the fallacy of equality. It ends when you get out of the room, until then
I'm going to show you just what havoc a horny cheerleader can wreak on a
star quarterback", she said, all of this while calmly squeezing me harder
and harder, so that it was punctuated by my piercing screams, and ended as
I felt a rib crack.

She lowered her scissor grip so that she was now squeezing my thighs, which
appeared a fairer fight, but any idea that this would be my opportunity to
fight back was quickly dispelled by just how easily she nullified the
strength of my bigger thighs which seemed like putty between hers.

Of course just above her thighs I had once more become all too clearly
aroused by her domination of me, which did not go unobserved.

"See, you can still derive pleasure even when you're stripped of your
masculinity and you're little more than my plaything", she said, taking
hold of my manhood and stroking it in time
with each squeeze. I could no longer think straight, I was moaning but
unsure whether it was through pleasure, pain or both.

She stopped as I was on the edge of coming, and manouevered herself so she
was now lying on top of me, she ran her tongue along the side of my neck
before biting my ear. I was so distracted I hadn't noticed her legs
entwining with mine until she started the most painful grapevine I had
experienced, at least until that point. As she started to slowly pull me in
half I screamed again, as I realised she was only just warming up, and that
her legs had a lot more power in  reserve.

"Do let me know if you are going to come, I'd hate to have to explain how
my cheerleader outfit had been soiled by a foolish boy with no control over
his bodily fluids. Who knows what punishment would fit that crime?", she
bit my chest to emphasise her remark. "That's a rhetorical question. I'm
going to make you come and I already know how I'm going to punish you some
more",

She then kissed me long and passionately on the lips, I tried to
reciprocate but was wary of what would happen next. I was right to be
suspicious, her tongue slipped into my mouth at just the second when she
executed her final, and most extended grapevine. I tried to scream but
couldn't and found myself coming once more.

"Young, dumb, but running out of come", she laughed, before standing up and
unzipping her cheerleader outfit which she let slip to the floor. She stood
before me naked. She looked magnificent. Divested of her clothes, I could
see how perfectly athletic her body was, not just toned but muscular. She
threw a pose where she flexed her biceps and I blushed knowing they were
more than a match for my own.

"Does female empowerment, tap in to your desires or your shame?", she
asked, "Your eyes tell me shame, but there's a part of you that doesn't
lie, and that little fellow keeps telling me desire, so maybe it's a mix of
both. Perfect, I will continue".

I could see her boobs jiggle slightly as she walked around the bed and then
grabbed my hair and pulled my head over the side of the bed, there she
clamped me in a reverse headscissors.

I had a perfect view of her toned ass, there was no jiggle here, just solid
muscle, she gave a brief twerk, and I thought I'd gone to heaven, "when I
come down you must kiss my ass, to my satisfaction  otherwise I squeeze you
unconscious".

Despite suffering my career worst injuries, here was something I could do
with enthusiasm, I even pulled her closer to me as I first kissed and then
began licking Hannah. She leant forward so my tongue could run below and up
to her pussy. She slowed her rhythm to match my tongues journey. For the
first time tonight I almost felt in charge, but just as I was aware of this
development, so was Hannah, she leant forward and took me in her mouth, and
simultaneously began to squeeze my head between her thighs. I lost my
rhythm and was now just breathing heavily, which I could tell she was
enjoying. I was no match for how she was controlling me and of course I
came again, but this time it lacked the early dynamic explosion, and was
replaced by what felt like my death rattle.

I passed out exhausted.

When I came round I looked up to see Hannah wearing my football shirt. She
looked like the she'd stepped out of a very specific wet dream, tailored to
my own desire.

"Okay sweetcheeks", she began, " the time has come to face your
limitations. It's first and fIve. If you make it to the door, the fight
stops, if you fail I perform one final punishment. Spoiler alert, you're
going to fail".

I rolled over to the side of the bed, only then noticing that while out she
had put me in her soiled cheerleading outfit. It was a snug fit. I went to
take it off, but she slapped me in the face. I was stunned. "The dress
stays on".

Standing up was an effort, every part of me ached. I looked at her in my
football shirt looking so fresh, as though doing what she had done to me
had required so little effort. But this was my field of expertise, surely
there was no way that she could stop me making five yards. I crouched down,
as did she just inches away.

"Three, two, one", she called and I scrambled to get past her, only to find
myself instantly lying face first on the floor, with Hannah pinning me down
from above my shoulders. "Second and five?", she asked with a leering smile
on her face.

We set up facing each other again.

"You count this time, I feel I must have moved early to have pinned you so
quickly, what with you being such a hotshot quarterback and me just a horny
cheerleader", she said clearly enjoying herself. "Or are you the horny
cheerleader? You know you''re ruining the line of that skirt", she said
looking at my ever present erection.

I counted three and then attempted to get by with a hand off to her face,
but instead she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the ground where I found
myself held firmly in an excruciating armbar. I shouted my submission
before she could do me any permanent damage.

"Third and five? What a time to lose form, the plucky young quarterback
seems to be in trouble. What a way for his season to end at the hands of a
horny, some might say sadistic, cheerleader, who looks like she might just
ruin him forever", she teased. There was little I could say back. She had
set me a task of making five yards and so far I had singularly failed.

I stood facing her a third time. I decided that I should commit every ounce
of strength I could summon and just try and bulldoze explosively through
her. I let her count, and a split second early I flew at her, she seemed to
fall as I pushed her down, but before I could take advantage, she had
wrapped her arms around my legs and started to lift me off the ground, I
had nowhere to go and felt like Wile E Coyote running in mid air, as she
carried me backwards, calmly explaining that going early was foul play and
there should be a penalty.

She threw me on to my back, grabbed my ankles and forced them back towards
my shoulders. I thought that with my legs being so strong she would not be
able to hold them in place with her arms, but yet again I had
underestimated just what strength she possessed.

"Embrace your helplessness", she suggested, "there is a simple joy in not
having power". I listened to these words while lying vulnerably beneath
her. There between my legs I could see her beautiful face as she
demonstrated her complete mastery of me. She looked stunning in my shirt,
kneeling positioned, I thought, as though about to peg me.

As though reading my mind, she brought my legs upright, "Before the night
is through, we will find ourselves in this exact same position, your ankles
here on my shoulders like earrings, and me introducing you into a whole new
world of submission", she paused for me to fully understand what she
intended. "But first we have a match to complete and a forfeit, so Fourth
and eight. Your last chance to resist female empowerment and to establish
equality".

Of course I failed to do either, as she threw me on to the floor face
first. I tried to scramble to the floor, but she pulled my arms backwards
and put her foot firmly on my back staking me to the ground.

"Beg to be released", she said.

I initially refused, but she instantly showed me that there was so much
more pain she could inflict and I understood the futility of resistance.

"Please I beg you, stop and release me".

"Well as you asked so nicely, and as I have so many more things I plan to
do to you", she said letting my arms drop to the floor, "but before the fun
begins, at least for me, there's the question of your forfeit".


She took a seat and gestured for me to bend over her knee. I obeyed without
question. She raised the dress and looked at my naked bottom.

"Well, no underwear, and a raging erection, it must be my lucky day", she
said smiling, "I've always wanted to spank a horny cheerleader". And she
did.