Ginger was waiting in front of her house when the van from her school showed up. The excited young girl had packed the night before. She had one empty suitcase to bring back the cheerleading uniforms that she would be titted for at the camp.
As the driver came around to open the back of the van, Ginger looked at him She didn't recognize him.
"I'm Coach Barnett, Ginger," the man said as he loaded her bags. "The new assistant foot ball coach."
Ginger climbed up into the van. She was watching this older man. He was a hunk.
He was tall and strongly muscled, like a runner, or the winner at a swimming meet. As she curled in the captain's chair on the passenger side of the yellow van, she saw him peeking over to take a quick look at her, too. The small-titted teenager liked having this older guy looking at her.
Ginger had on a short, flowered, yellow dress that hit the middle of her thighs when she was standing. As she sat curled in the big seat, the dress was climbing up around her hips very quickly. She had on a pair of white panties, but had not worn a bra.
As she watched the man peeking at her bare thighs, Ginger felt her nipples crinkling up under the thin yellow material of the summer dress.
"I've never seen you around the school," She said.
"Probably not," he said as he turned and smiled at little Ginger. "I was only hired a couple of weeks ago."
"Really?"
"Yes I've seen you at the practice sessions for the cheerleader tryouts. And then yesterday, I watched you. You're good, Ginger. You deserved to win."
"Thanks," she said, grinning as she squirmed in the big seat.
"You look different today, though." He laughed.
"Is that good or bad?" She giggled.
"A little of both," he answered.
Ginger was still horny from being fucked yesterday by her boyfriend. All night, she had tossed and turned, thinking about the way his cock had felt up inside her pussy. She was worried about being all alone for a week in a new clity, with no one knowing anything about her. The pretty young cheerleader had listened to her friends talking about sex for years. Now, she knew what they were all talking about, and she wanted to fuck again and again.
She was hot right now. She was wondering if she could get up the nerve to hit on some good-looking guy at the camp, knowing that she had only one week to get what she needed from him.
There's only one way to find out, she thought, feeling her pussy getting all gushy and slick. Turning her chair, she faced the man.
"Do you think I'm pretty enough?" she suddenly asked.
"God," he said as the light pink of her panties came into view "You're beautiful, Ginger. Better than the other cheerleaders."
The new coach stayed in the slow lane. Ginger let her legs part as she hooked one heel on the back of his seat. She opened wider, stretching her other foot out.
"They told me when I was trying out that a girl has to be a little bit of a show-off to be a cheerleader," she whispered, her hand running sensuously down between her open legs to cup her dampening crotch.
As the young coach looked over in amazement, the pretty girl started to rub one finger up and down through that damp line that marked the slash of her pussy through the material of her panties. He felt his cock getting hard, tangling up in his shorts.
Coach Barnett could see the soft cunt-hair curling up around Ginger's panties.
As her finger trailed up and down, the patch of dampness grew wetter and darker. Her finger pressed in deeper, sinking into the little valley formed as her cunt-lips started to swell.
"I like showing off," she purred, "when a good-looking guy is watching me."
Ginger tried her best seductive smile on the coach as she opened her legs the first time. As he responded, she got braver and more naughty. None of this was planned, but the sweet young cheerleader found that she was really turned on by teasing the older guy. She was pleased when his expression started to show his growing lust. Ginger wondered if his cock was hard. She could feel the heat building in her pussy as her finger ran slowly up and down over her burning cunt-slit.
Sliding her fingers around the leg opening in her panties, Ginger bared her hot pussy. The man driving watched as she deftly parted her curly cunt-hairs. Her pink inner pussy-flesh was wet. Her fingers slipped up inside, coming back out glistening with her cunt-juices.
"What else do you do?" he asked, watching little Ginger finger-fuck herself right in front of him. "Besides letting guys watch?"
"I fuck them!" the excited little cheerleader groaned, shuddering through an almost instant climax as she got herself off in front of this man she had never met until ten minutes ago.
"Ooooh, God!"
Pressing the tip of her middle finger to the pulsating button of her clit, Ginger flicked it up and down. Her eyes closed. She knew that he was watching, and that made her climax even more thrilling. Hot spurts of cuntal juices coated her fingers and her panties.
Suddenly, she felt another hand at her crotch. His fingers slipped past hers, dipping up into the dripping wetness of her hot little cunt. Coach Barnett's hand caressed her feathery pussy-hair, then pressed excitingly into her overheated pussy.
"Mmmm!" she groaned.
Coach Barnett knew that he would be fired if anyone caught him doing this to a cheerleader, but she was so sexy. He drove, watching her as much as he could as she writhed in ecstasy. The feel of this tight young pussy was blowing his mind. She was so hot and squishy up inside. As he found her clit, she arched her back.
"Yes!" she screamed.
The older man rolled his fingers over the swollen bud of her clit. She pushed her hips forward, jutting. her sensitive clit out to give him room to caress it. Turning his hand, he slipped his thumb back up into her tight little fuck-hole as he used his forefinger on her hard clit. The combination brought on a body-shuddering orgasm that shook the girl.
It was almost a minute before Ginger came back down from her -wild orgasm. She looked over to the coach, seeing that he was still watching her as he drove.
She blushed, not believing what she had just let him do. Glancing down, she saw that he had a huge cock-bulge in his pants.
The man driving still had his thumb up inside her hot pussy. Grinning at him, Ginger tried using those muscles that she discovered yesterday. She felt her inner cunt-walls contracting around his thumb.
"Your turn, Coach Barnett," she whispered, sliding away from his hand and kneeling in the opening between the two big captain's chairs with her hands running over his crotch. "Stop the van, baby, and let me take care of this for you."
"I can't!" he groaned. "We're already running late. If I don't get there on time, you can't check in."
"Is there anything I can do for you, Coach?" she panted frantically, her hand fondling his cock-bulge. "Can I make you come while you drive?"
"Do you suck cock?"
"No," she said. "But I'd love to learn."
It took a little maneuvering, but Ginger found a way of getting her hands on the older man's cock. His pants were soon down around his knees. So were his shorts. The cheerleader was kneeling at his side, the armrest pulled up out of their way. His captain's chair was rotated slightly to the side, letting her slip between his open knees. The van was running with the speed control set.
All he was doing was steering.
"Drive," she cooed, the warm breath making his prick -jump just under her soft lips as she watched it. "You get me there on time, and I'll take care of this pretty prick for you, Coach."
"God!" he groaned.
"What do I do first?" she whispered.
"Kiss it," he rasped.
Her mouth was suddenly filled with-her hot saliva as she thought about what she was about to do. She bent low, letting her pursed lips touch the head of the coach's rigid prick. Her fist tightened on the cock-shaft, forcing up a shiny bubble of pre-cum just as her lips touched the purple cock-knob. The quivering drop slimed her -lips.
"Mmmmm!" Ginger moaned.
The newest cheerleader had tasted her first cock-juice, and she loved it. She eagerly licked her lips, getting more of that lovely, sweet flavor. Her hand pumped upward, forcing out more and more of his pre-cum from the piss-slit.
"God, I love the way it tastes," she whispered. "It's like honey, but more sexy."
"Take my cock in your mouth," he moaned.
"Sure, baby," she mewled.
The girl's lips opened. Coach Barnett's prick was throbbing in her hands. The cock-tip was so swollen and hard against her lips. He was squirming with excitement. Ginger let her lips part slightly, then started to slide down all around the man's meaty prick.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned once more as the rigid blue-veined column of beautiful cock-meat throbbed between her lips.
"Use your tongue!" he groaned.
Ginger happily complied. Coach Barnett could feel her drooling on his cock-head as she bent lower and sucked. Her tongue was hot and slick and velvety as she swirled it wildly around his prick.
This was the pretty brunette's first time with a cock in her mouth, but she already knew that she was going to love doing this to men. She had heard guys calling girls cock-suckers, making it sound bad. It wasn't. Ginger was going to love being a cock-sucker.
She slid down, letting her ovaling lips stretch as she took more and more of the coach's big hard-on. She kept going, not knowing that she was doing something that the older man had never felt any woman doing to him. His cock-knob was pressing right against the back of her throat. She moaned, and his cock slipped in farther. She bobbed her pretty face, not stopping until she had mashed her lips down around the hairy base of his prick.
"Ooooh, my God!" the older man groaned as the girl slowly pulled back up over his cock.
Coach Barnett's cock was hugely engorged, throbbing against her tongue as little Ginger started to suck.
"That's it!" he panted. "Ooooh, that's great, Ginger! Don't stop! Suck it! Yes!
Suck it just like that!"
The pretty little cock-sucker was very happy that he liked what she was doing.
She sure as hell did. She loved it. The big fucker in her fist bucked and throbbed as she used her tongue and lips -over it. His cock was still dripping those delicious drops of pre-cum all over her tongue.
Ginger was hooked on sucking cock. Eagerly, she bobbed her head up and down. He groaned. She swirled her tongue. He groaned again. She sucked harder on just the cock-tip, letting her fist slide up and down under her mouth. That really made him groan. Pulling free, she smiled up to the older guy.
"Am I doing it right?" she whispered.
"God, baby," he groaned. "It's fantastic!"
"Neat!" she gushed.
"You must be a natural-born cock-sucker," he panted. "Is this really your first time?"
"Yes!" She giggled.
Ginger licked up and down over the swollen shaft of the man's big cock. She coated every inch of the meaty thickness with her spit, making it shine.
The man's knuckles were white on the steering wheel as little Ginger greedily gobbled up his swollen cock. This was like one of his wet-dreams come true.
"God, you do that well," he groaned.
"Mmmmm!" little Ginger purred.
"Suck me!" he begged. This time, she only-took in about half of his throbbing cock. She rolled her sweet tongue, tightening her lips as she sucked harder.
The cheerleader was learning fast, learning how to give a blow-job. Her mouth was warm and moist and ready for the man's load of cum.
He was thinking the same thing, but he was worried about blasting off into her throat and frightening the first-time cock-sucker. His hand drifted over, caressing her long hair.
"I'm almost there," he moaned softly.
"Mmmmm!"
"I'll tell you when I'm gonna come," he said. "So you can pull off in time, Ginger."
Ginger pulled her mouth off his bucking prick.
"Do I have to?" she asked, her little-girl voice turning on the coach wildly.
"What?"
"Why can't I let you come in my mouth?" she asked, her sweet tongue flicking over his cock-head.
"Jesus, Ginger!" he hissed.
"Is that bad of me?" she moaned. "I wanna taste it. Don't make me pull off, Coach! Let me take it!"
Dropping back over his jerking hard-on, the pretty young cheerleader totally engulfed is prick in one wild swoop. He groaned as she bobbed her head up and down. He spun out of control, fighting to keep the van on the road as his orgasm built in his balls.
Ginger felt him starting to fuck her mouth. She fisted his prick, keeping it at the perfect depth that allowed the prick-head to just slide into her throat without choking her.
"Get ready, honey!" he groaned.
"Mrnmmm!" she mewled.
"I'm gonna come!" he panted.
He fucked her mouth faster and deeper, moaning steadily as he steered the van between the blurring lines on the road. His hand guided her head up and down in time with his upward thrusting hips. Her hand relaxed, and she was deep-throating his cock once more.
"Now!" he yelled, his fist tightening in her long brown hair.
The cock in her mouth throbbed harder. Ginger relaxed the back of her throat once more, letting him fuck a little deeper. She loved that feeling, thй sensatiуn of having a-hard cock jerking and throbbing deep in her throat. It was almost as nice as the feel of her boyfriend's big cock when she got fucked that first time. She hoped that she liked this naughty way of making a man come as well.
She wasn't going to have to wait very long to find out. The cock-sucking teenager moaned. With her throat filled with cock-meat, the moaning sound turned into a vibration all around the deeply embedded prick.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, feeling his cock jerking out of control as she purred out her pleasure.
With his legs widely spread, Ginger was able to cup the man's balls. She made her mouth tighter, squeezing all around his face-fucking cock. She cupped his hairy balls, massaging and squeezing around them as she urged him to unload the cum-filled globes.
"Unnnhhh!" he suddenly groaned.
Ginger felt the first blast of hot cum against the back of her throat. The huge jet of jism shot right down her throat. The biggest wad of cum was already gone, and the groaning teenager didn't even get to experience it.
"Mmmmmm!" she squealed.
Pulling her head up just in time, the girl was able to taste the next spurt. It was awesome. A mixture of thin salty juice and a musk-like, thicker cream that, thrilied Ginger to her core. She moaned with delight, her pussy clamping down as an orgasm rippled up from the taste of his exploding jism.
Ginger came passionately.
He wasn't finished. Her mouth was flooded with his boiling cock-cream. Ginger hadn't thought about it before now, but she had to do something with his cum.
The first blast had gone down her throat without her even knowing it. The next mouthful, she -swallowed knowingly. She sucked and gulped, getting all of- his delicious cock-cream as he pumped her mouth full of the tasty cum-load.
Ginger was squirming between the coach's legs, her sexy young body filled with lust as she finished swallowing his cum. She sucked, wanting more of this tasty juice. Ginger had just loved sucking cock.
She took her mouth from the 'softening tube of- prick-flesh, running -her thumb up the thick vein. She had missed a few drops. As her hand milked them up through his piss-slit, the greedy little cheerleader slurped up the milky jizz.
The pretty girl looked up at the man. He saw her dark eyes all glazed over with fuck-lust.
"How much longer?" she moaned.
"Our exit is about two miles down the road," he said.
"Damn!" Ginger said, the frustration obvious in her voice as she moved back to her own seat.