Frank Masters - Line up for the cheerleader

She was so weak that she slumped across the desk, his body coming down with hers as his arms slid up to her shoulders. She gasped as his breath was hot in her ear.

"Welcome to my college, Ginger," whispered, his cock still throbbing inside little girl's cum-filled asshole.

"Do I get the scholarship?" she whispered, her eyes closed happily.

"Yes," he said. "I'll make sure that you get a full ride for your freshman year. If you do as well as I think you can, we'll change that over to a four-year scholarship next year."

"Are you the one who will test me again?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes."

"Mmmmmmmm," she purred. "I can't wait."

Ginger called her parents Thursday night. She told them that she wanted to bring a new friend home for the weekend. After she was through with the phone, it was Dawn's turn.

The girls were waiting at the office when Mr. Harris arrived on Friday morning.

He was happy to cooperate with the sexy little cheerleader. As they left the office for the last morning classes before graduation, the head instructor was on the phone to both high schools, making all the arrangements.

The two pretty girls were waiting out front in uniform when the van from Ginger's school arrived. Ginger had told her new friend all about the ride up here, and about sucking off the young man who had been her driver, while they packed to go to Ginger's home. She looked to see who was in the front of the van as it pulled in, hoping that the guy who had introduced her to the pleasures of cock-sucking would be driving once more.

"It's him!" she giggled, seeing Coach Barnett steering the big van around the circle to where she and Dawn were waiting. "That's the guy that I gave a blow-job."

"He is a hunk," Dawn whispered. "You're right."

Ginger could see that Coach Barnett didn't look happy. He wasn't. He had again volunteered to drive the pretty cheerleader back to the school, not finding out about the second rider until it was too late. He had been looking forward to another wild session in the van with the cock-sucking cheerleader. With the second girl in the van, he was afraid to take the chance. The handsome young man jumped out, helping the girls throw their bags into the back of the van.

The bench seat was folded up, making room for the extra suitcases. As he drove down toward the highway, both of the pretty cheerleaders were in the second row of seats, giggling and laughing with each other.

Coach Barnett looked in his mirror, seeing the beautiful brunette who had sucked his cock a week ago as she and that big-titted blonde girl giggled together. Ginger saw him watching her, and the talk in the back suddenly stopped.

"How was the training?" the driver asked.

"Nice," she cooed. "I learned a lot."

"Really?" he said, only making conversation with the girls.

"Yeah," she said, winking at Dawn. "After you taught me how to suck cock, I practiced all week. I'm really good now."

"Jesus, Ginger!" he hissed, his eyes flashing to hers in the mirror, then quickly looking over to see if the big-titted cheerleader believed her. "You shouldn't joke like that."

"Who's joking?" she said.

Coach Barnett could see his first coaching job flying out the window, all because he couldn't keep his pants on. The girls were both looking up at him.

Suddenly, the broke into laughter.

"Don't look so sad, Coach, Ginger giggled. "Yeah, I told Dawn all about sucking you off, but we're not going to let anyone else know about it. Really. You can trustus."

"God," he groaned. "Thanks, Ginger. I'd lose my job for sure if anyone even suspected."

"They won't," she said with a naughty grin starting to form on her face once more. "As long as you cooperate."

"What?" he gasped.

"Do what we say," Dawn said. "Or we'll tell."

"Dawn wants to see that pretty prick of yours, too," Ginger said, grinning at the startled man in the mirror. "Find somewhere private to park, Coach. It's party time."

The next exit was only a half-mile away. Ginger scooted up in the front seat, directing the startled coach to take the exit. They drove down to the first cross road, taking it back toward a wooded area. A dirt trail led them back to where people had fished in the past on the edge of a little lake. It was perfect.

As the sounds of the engine faded, Ginger looked around. The trees blocked the view of the road. No houses were visible across the lake. The trail was a winding one, so they would hear anyone driving back. Yes, it was the perfect spot.

Ginger opened the door. Dawn hopped out with her, taking a. blanket from her extra suitcase, the hot cheerleaders dragged a cushion from the van outside.

They pushed the protesting coach over onto his back, both of them working on his clothing until they had him naked between them.

Although he was telling the girls to stop, his body was begging them to keep going. As the two teasing cheerleaders bared Coach Barnett's cock, it was getting hard.

"See?" little Ginger said "I told you it was a pretty one."

"Yeah," Dawn breathed.

Ginger motioned for her friend. The big-titted blonde girl was in the cheerleading uniform for her school, and Ginger was wearing hers. As the coach watched, the other cheerleader raised her arms and peeled off her letter sweater. Her big tits were cupped in a push-up bra that hooked in the front.

One flip, and those big soft tits came spilling out.

"I'll suck him, Dawn," the hot brunette cheerleader said. "Get him nice and hard so we can try it."

"Try what?" he gasped.

"You're gonna fuck these," Dawn cooed, pushing the twin mounds of her creamy white tits together.

The girls had been talking about sex all week. They both loved the same things, with one exception Ginger had never let a guy fuck her tits. They were too small.

Dawn, on the other hand, had a set of tits that just begged to be fucked, according to the guys that she dated. The big-titted blonde girl had told her new friend about it Thursday night, and Ginger wanted to watch her getting tit-fucked.

His cock jumped and jerked against Ginger's swirling tongue. Hungrily, she kissed the swollen cock-head. Her lips separated, taking the blunt cock-tip into her mouth. She opened wide, slowly and sensuously sliding her lips down over the delicious meaty prick. With sure motions, she sucked down to the hairy root, feeling the prick-head throbbing deep in her throat.

"God," he groaned. "You really have been practicing, Ginger."

"Yeah," she whispered, coming up from her favorite game. "It's neat. I love sucking cock, Coach."

"My turn," the big-titted cheerleader said, nuzzling her way closer to the guy's naked prick.

Dawn lowered her pretty face to his cock as the coach watched. She rolled her tongue all over his prick as she rubbed those big soft tits over his crotch and thighs. Her tongue twirled wildly as she took a couple of inches of his cock.

She held his cock there, her hot tongue caressing the head of his raging hard-on.

When Ginger's turn came again, the young man on his back could tell which girl was sucking on his prick without looking. Dawn was a tongue girl. She used that pink prick-licker of hers constantly. Ginger didn't have the same technique.

She just dove down on his boner, swallowing it down into her clutching throat and letting him fuck her face like a hot wet cunt.

It was obvious that Ginger was telling the truth. This horny little cheerleader did love sucking cock.

Coach Barnett watched the two girls Ginger took off her cheerleading sweater.

Unlike Dawn, this youngster was braless. Her perfect little titties looked even more desirable next to the full, womanly tits on Dawn's chest. As they sucked his prick, he fondled both sets of hard nippled tits.