How to Win a Football Game

Jenny Rogers and Clarissa Hernandez waited outside the visitors locker room underneath Michigan Stadium as the Ohio State football team filed out of the door, on their way to the field. The #1-ranked Buckeyes were in town to take on the #4-ranked Wolverines for the Big 10 championship game. If Michigan were able to pull off the upset over Ohio State, they would be put in at least the #3 spot and in a good position to play for the national championship.

The two 21-year-old Michigan cheerleaders had been assigned by their team captain to use their...skills
...to help that happen. Both were known ballbusters. Jenny had very publicly kneed her ex-boyfriend in the balls after he'd gone too far with a practical joke. More than a few guys had left Clarissa's dorm room walking funny and talking in a higher octave after they'd taken the words "Netflix and chill" to mean something else.

On this particular day, their target was Ohio State's freshman kicker. Even though he was 18 and had only been playing football since he was 16, he was a natural at placekicking and, after 11 games, hadn't missed a single kick. With the Buckeyes and Wolverines evenly matched in every other category, kicking would be the tiebreaking factor in this game. Michigan's own kicker was inconsistent at best, giving Ohio State a clear advantage. Unfortunately for Ohio State, the kicker had a pre-game ritual of waiting to shower until the rest of the team was done and getting dressed. His coaches thought it was weird as hell, but they put up with it because he had been perfect all season. Michigan's scouts noted that he usually dressed and took the field about 5-10 minutes after the rest of the team. The girls would use this to neutralize Ohio State's advantage.

For this mission, Jenny was disguised as Event Staff. Her current boyfriend (in the stadium as real Event Staff) had given her a shirt that was one size too small and accentuated her C-cup boobs. She would be the lookout. Clarissa was pushing a mop and bucket, while wearing a buttoned-down janitor's uniform that barely contained her perky D-cup boobs. Her job would be to make very intimate contact with the enemy.

Escorted by Jenny, Clarissa began pushing her mop and bucket towards the Buckeyes locker room. Two Michigan state troopers were posted outside the door. As they walked up, Clarissa strategically unbuttoned her top to give the cops a nice view of her cleavage.

When they reached the door, one of the troopers stopped Jenny.

"Sorry, ma'am, there's still a player in there."

Clarissa subtly stuck out her chest and spoke up. "Aww, come on, I'm about to get off shift. They told me they'd be done by now! I've got to take my sister to the airport in 20 minutes."

"It's ok, I'll watch her while she's in there." Jenny reassured the trooper.

With the girls' chests making it hard for the trooper to keep eye contact with either of them, he replied "Ok, but hurry up. Don't get in the guy's way."

"I know, I know," Jenny sweetly answered. They walked in and locked the door behind them.

Allan Mathis, the baby-faced Buckeyes kicker, was naked in the far end of the locker room and didn't notice the girls walk in. Jenny stood by the door to intercept anyone who might unlock the door. Clarissa started towards him with her mop and bucket. She saw Allan, as part of his kicker's ritual, put on his boxers BEFORE his jockstrap was on.

"Kid's a weirdo, but that'll make things easier," Clarissa thought. She brought her equipment to within 3 feet of him before he noticed her.

"You're-- you're not supposed to be here," a startled Allan stammered.

"You're right."

Clarissa immediately snapped a devastating kick between his legs that crushed both testicles between her shin and his pelvis. To Allan, it felt like a bomb had exploded between his legs. His legs came together, his butt stuck out behind him, and his body leaned forward, putting him at eye level with Clarissa's unbuttoned cleavage. With his eyes wide and his mouth in an O-shape, he let out a low, deep groan. His hands tightly clasped his aching balls, trying to prevent more damage.

Clarissa wasn't done, though. She'd grown up with 3 brothers and knew how to get past a boy's defenses. Grabbing his right pinky finger with her left hand, she twisted it backwards as hard she could. Allan screamed and moved his left hand to try to free his pinky. This gave Clarissa the opening to reach in with her right hand and put his balls in a crushing vice grip. At this point, he could only produce a shrill whine as Clarissa pushed all 120 pounds of him up against a locker.

She twisted and pulled down on his balls, ignoring his weak attempts to pull her arm away. Jenny looked over her shoulder and smirked at what her teammate was putting this young man through. "Poor kid," she thought. "I hope she doesn't mess him up too bad. I bet he'd make cute babies. But he's still a Buckeye, so fuck 'im."

Clarissa continued to crush Allan's nuts, but noticed that his dick had gotten rock hard. The combination of her beauty and having a woman's hand on his private parts for the first time turned him on in a way he couldn't explain, despite the excruciating pain he was in. Clarissa was a little annoyed that her victim was getting aroused, but found a way to use it to her advantage. She moved her thumb up to the tip of his dick while keeping her death grip on his balls with the rest of her hand.

"Oh, you like this, huh?" She whispered menacingly in his ear. "I hope you like the mess I'm about to make in your pants, you fucking noodle dick."

Clarissa began violently pulling Allan's balls up and down as her thumb went back and forth harshly over his dickhead. His eyes got even wider and his squeals even more shrill as his brain tried to process the contradictory sensations of his testicles being ripped off and the buildup of an impending orgasm.

"Please...please stop," he barely managed to squeal. Clarissa's grip got even tighter and her hand moved even faster.

"Go ahead and cum, you asshole," she hissed. By now, Jenny had forgotten all about her lookout duties and was quietly giggling at this spectacle of female domination. Allan heard her giggling and looked up to see another hot girl enjoying herself at his expense. It was the final piece needed to send him over the edge. Clarissa noticed the change in his breathing and his initial thrusts.

"Here it comes!", she excitedly announced as Allan blew his load inside his boxers, creating a wet spot Clarissa could see and turning the inside of his boxers into an uncomfortable, gooey mess.

"Holy shit, dude, that was less than two minutes! You Ohio State losers never get laid, do you?" She laughed and gave his nuts one final, debilitating squeeze, then let go. Allan winced and shrilly moaned again before collapsing into the fetal position on the floor.

Clarissa stood over him. "Aww, I hope you'll be able to play tonight," she whined, mockingly holding her crotch.

"Hey, we gotta go!", Jenny loud-whispered from the other side of the room.

"Later, noodle dick!" Clarissa winked at him with a shit-eating grin, grabbed her mop and bucket, and left through the door Jenny was holding open for her.

"All done," she announced to the troopers standing outside.

"That was quick."

"Yeah, there wasn't much to clean. Thanks for being understanding." Clarissa made sure she was bent over enough for the cop to take in a nice, full look at her cleavage before pushing her cleaning equipment away.

Once the mop and bucket were back in the janitor's closet, the girls quickly ran to their locker room, changed into their uniforms, and joined the rest of the cheerleading squad on the sidelines.

"How did it go?" Valerie, the squad captain, asked them.

"Just watch," Clarissa replied, still grinning from ear to ear.

The Ohio State team had just finished their warmups when their kicker awkwardly ran up the tunnel and onto the field. Everyone who saw him could tell his motion was odd. The Michigan cheerleaders quietly giggled to themselves because they knew why.

"Mathis! Where the fuck have you been?!" Ohio State's special teams coach bellowed.

"Sorry, coach, I had to take a huge shit."

"You didn't even have time to warm up. You gonna be ok? Or do we need to start Robinson?"

"I'm fine, Coach," Allan lied, too embarrassed to admit what had really happened. It had taken 15 minutes for the pain in his balls and abdomen to subside enough for him to get out of the fetal position and gingerly stand up. His underwear was still an itchy, crusty mess. He only had the one pair on him, so he was forced to wear just the jockstrap under his pants. This, combined with the dried semen still in his pubic hair and on his dick made walking, let alone running and kicking, extremely uncomfortable.

This discomfort produced immediate results when Michigan fumbled on their opening possession. An Ohio State defender scooped up the ball and ran it into the end zone for a touchdown. Allan, still not able to run normally, went on to the field to kick the extra point. The lingering pain in his balls, plus the discomfort of his own semen stuck to him, plus the psychological trauma of Clarissa's attack, all combined to make his kick sail wide right by less than an inch.

In shock at missing for the first time in his college career, he shot a look of disgust at the Michigan sideline. The entire Wolverine cheerleading squad looked him dead in the face, grinned, put their pompoms over their crotches, and shook their asses from side to side for a few seconds before continuing their routine.

This missed extra point turned out to be the difference in a defensive game that ended with a final score of Michigan 7, Ohio State 6. The sports media identified a Wolverines cornerback who intercepted a would-be touchdown pass as the player of the game, but the entire University of Michigan athletic department knew Clarissa and Jenny had been the real MVPs. They were treated accordingly. When Michigan won the national championship that year, the athletic director gave them full scholarships for...uh...being really good at cheerleading.

Allan Mathis went on to have a successful collegiate career before realizing he was too scrawny to play in the NFL and becoming a kicking coach for the Cleveland Browns. He had even continued his pre-game ritual that the Michigan cheerleaders had taken advantage of...except when he played in Ann Arbor.