Frank Masters - Line up for the cheerleader

"You do come highly recommended," the man admitted as he ogled the beautiful young girl.

Ginger was in her dark sweater and skirt again. She had her long brown hair in pigtails. She shuffled as she stood in front of the older man, looking like she was about four years younger than her real age. She was trying to look that way. As she watched Mr. Harris, she saw that he liked what he was seeing.

"Well," he said, his eyes finally raising up to meet Ginger's eyes. "I guess we should test your skills."

"Let me show you what I can do," she said with a smile.

The man got up from his desk, walking around and sitting in the chair next to the wall.

Ginger stood in front of him. She had walked over to the building dressed like a good little cheerleader. Just before she knocked on the door, though, she made one change. The thick panties that usually were under her short skirt were now in her purse.

Ginger started by just rocking up and down on her toes, feeling her braless tits jiggling under the sweater as she clapped her hands. She started a chanting cheer, her motions getting higher as she rocked up and down harder.

His eyes stayed on her bouncing tits until she had rocked up high enough for her skirt to come up over her naked cunt-bush.

Suddenly, his eyes jerked down. Mr. Harris thought that he saw something as little Ginger jumped. Something brown and furry. She did it again. Her naked pussy came into view.

"Jesus!" he gasped.

"Something wrong, Mr. Harris?" she sweetly asked. "Are you having trouble seeing me?"

"N-no," he stammered.

"I really do need this scholarship, Mr. Harris," she said, still bouncing. "Can you see how much I want it?"

"God!" he groaned.

Ginger turned and leaned over the man's desk as she stopped the cheer. She knew that her short skirt was riding up over her naked ass as she reached over his desk. She took the plate with his name on it, looking back over her shoulder.

"Do I have to call you Mr. Harris?" she asked, pointing to the name plate. "I'd feel less nervous if I could call you Victor."

"Sure," he gasped.

"Come up real close, Victor," she cooed. "I want you to get a real good look.

Let me show you how good I am."

Ginger could feel him breathing heavily behind her as she leaned over the desk.

She let her legs open, sliding her feet on the rug until they were wide apart.

Mr. Harris gasped again as he watched.

She reached behind herself, flipping the skirt up over her hips. Her hands cupped her cute asscheeks, puffing them apart. He saw her tiny asshole and the soft curls of pussy-hair around her slick-looking cuntal slit. Her hands pulled away, and she wiggled her bare ass in front of him.

Victor Harris did love young girls. That was why he worked here. Every year, he got to see the prettiest girls from all over the state as they learned how to become cheerleaders at his camp. Many of them looked at him as some sort of father-figure. He liked that. When it came to the scholarship each year, he never knew what was going to happen. Usually, the girl who won would flash him a little of her young body, or let him feel her up for a few seconds.

This year was definitely looking like one of the better years.

Reaching out tentatively, Mr. Harris caressed the softness of Ginger's hip. She moaned, squirming back against his hand to let him know that she didn't mind.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered.

"Ooooh, Mr. Harris!" she cooed.

"Victor," he said. "Remember?"

The man leaned down, kissing the creamy cheek of her ass as he moved both hands to her hips.

"You've got a beautiful ass, Ginger," he said in a hissing whisper.

"You wanna kiss it?" Ginger teased.

The pretty young cheerleader gasped as Victor's face dipped again. His hands spread the cheeks of her ass. His tongue slipped out and he licked across the velvety cheeks of her ass. He swirled his tongue down into her ass-crack, tasting her sweetness. He lapped across her furry cunt-bush, licking into that pink slash. With broad swipes, he licked all the way from her clit to her tiny asshole.

"OOoOoh, my God!" Ginger gurgled.

The man's tongue slithered into her churning cunt-hole, making the little cheerleader writhe in passion. He worked his tongue like a man gone mad, not giving her a chance to react to one lewd act before he was doing something different.

"Oooooh, Victor!" she groaned. "Is this part of my test?"

"Yes," he said, his nose buried in the sweet valley between her tight little buns.

"Do I get the scholarship?" she ventured.

"We'll see," he hissed.

Then he shoved his face into her ass-crevice. He kissed her right on the puckering bud of her asshole.

"Mmmmmm!" she squealed.

"God, you're beautiful," he moaned. "Your ass is perfect, Ginger. Soft and tight."

"What are you doing?" she groaned.

"You said for me to kiss your ass."

"Ooooh, this is so kinky!" she purred. "Yes, baby! Kiss me! Kiss my ass, Mr.

Harris!"

Pushing her creamy ass back toward his face, Ginger drew in a hissing breath of air. She began making soft cries of pleasure as his flicking tongue circled her shitter. He placed his hands on her ass-cheeks, opening her buns wide for his probing tongue. The wet tip of his tongue probed at her asshole. He pushed inward. The half-naked cheerleader hissed and mewled and squirmed her ass back tighter against his face, not believing that he was actually eating her ass.

"Jesus!" she groaned.

The tongue at her asshole stiffened. He pushed forward as Ginger felt her belly quivering. She groaned. The tip of his tongue slipped up into her asshole.

"Eeewww!" she squealed softly.

The head instructor gripped Ginger's hips, his thumbs keeping her ass-cheeks open for his tongue. His chin was pressing into the sweetest pussy he had seen in years. As he fucked his tongue in and out of her asshole, the groaning cheerleader was rubbing her ass up and down over his face. Her cunt-juices were dripping down from his chin as he stabbed his lapper deeply up into her shifter. He was fucking her ass with his tongue, fucking her good.

Shuddering from the naughty pleasure, Ginger felt the man's hot tongue gliding so slippery and soft, in and out of her shivering asshole. He pushed in deeper.

Ginger couldn't believe it! She was going to come!

"Oooooh, baby!" the squirming little cheerleader groaned as he again picked up that wild fuзking with his naughty tongue.

Ginger's cunt rippled up inside. His hand slipped around her thigh, finding the gushing wet slash of her pussy. As she wavered right on the edge, he flicked his tongue over her clit, and Ginger came in a hot rush.

"Mmmmmm!" she groaned wildly.

Mr. Harris tongue-fucked the girl's ass until she had stopped coming. Slowly, he let his tongue slid back out other shitter. He fondled her ass, squeezing the tight ass-cheeks and allowing his thumb to slide up into the soaking wet slot of her pussy.

"Oooooh, Mr. Harris!"

The man's hand pulled away. Ginger turned her head to see what he was doing.

His hands were at his waist. He fumbled for a second, and then his pants dropped. She saw a huge bulge in his shorts. Watching closely, she saw his hands tugging down on the brightly colored underwear. Even though he was old enough to be her father, the head instructor still wore bikini underwear. This overstretched bikini was filled with something that Ginger was dying to see.

She got her first look at his prick as he tugged his briefs down.

"Jesus Christ!" she gasped in awe.

Mr. Harris was hung like a horse. His cock was easily the biggest cock that little Ginger had ever seen. The big fucker was hard, standing out straight from his crotch. Her cunt convulsed. She didn't know if she could take this monster prick, but she wanted to try.