The first or head cheerleader; the one who gets to take on the football captain first; a traditional rite in some parts of Texas and the south.
Candy was a petite blonde but worthy of her right to rule the yell squad. Her initiation had been long anticipated by Tyrone, veins popping out on his eleven inches every time he thought about it. Candy didn't wear any panties to that first game and teased all of the boys who ran under the stands to shoot as much squirrel as possible. After the dance in the gym, Candy knew she was to be paired off with Tyrone. They left to meet the others at the Dairy Queen. On the way Tyrone stopped the car and topped Candy, his massive pole literally shredding the walls of Candy's joy box. She fainted as blood mixed with sperm literally spurted from her sweet little box. She cleaned herself, went on to the drive-in and ate two big whoppers and shared a double order of spicy fries with Tyrone. The lead cheerleader had followed tradition and had proven herself. She had survived this rite of passage.
by Richard Black March 21, 2005