By the time Thursday came around, Ginger was sure that she wanted to go to this college next year.
She checked into it, finding out that she had to be recommended by one of the instructors. Eddie had already done that for her. Next, she had to get the other instructors to approve of her. The pretty young brunette was very popular with ail of the older girls and guys teaching the various classes. She quickly had more than enough approvals.
The last step was the big test with the head instructor, Mr. Harris.
Ginger had only seen the head instructor once, that being the first day of classes. He had spoken to the cheerleaders that afternoon. All she knew about him was that he was about thirty-five years old, and that he was in charge of some of the athletic teams at the college, including the cheerleading squads.
As she talked to her new friends about the older man, Ginger started to find out more about him. Everyone seemed to know that Mr. Harris liked girls. Young girls. She found out that no guy had ever won the scholarship from the cheerleading camp. One of the college cheerleaders, Ginger's tumbling instructor, hinted that she had done a "special" cheer for the older man to win her own scholarship.
Ginger wanted this year's scholarship. She had an appointment with Mr. Harris at four o'clock. After lunch, she saw the head instructor checking out the class at the other end of the practice field. Ginger was in a safety class, sitting on the third row of the stands. Eddie, her favorite instructor, was in charge. As Mrs. Harris finished with the other class, he walked over and observed the class that Ginger was in for a few minutes. Or, actually, he observed little Ginger for a few minutes.
Not letting on that she knew he was watching her, Ginger scooted to the end of the row. Her movement had cleared the older man's view. The pretty young cheerleader raised her feet, setting them on the row of seats in front of her.
Her legs opened. Peeking out of the corners of her eyes, Ginger saw his gaze dropping to her thighs.
No one else could see what she was doing as the teasing teenager opened her thighs a little wider. The head instructor walked closer, acting as if be were looking at the clipboard he was carrying. When he was beside the stands, he looked~ up again. He had stopped just below Ginger, with a perfect view.
Waiting until Mr. Harris was staring right up between her legs, Ginger quickly turned and stared right into his eyes.
With a naughty smile, Ginger winked at Mr. Harris. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Ginger licked her lips lewdly and smiled. He blushed, then turned and walked away from the class.
At exactly four o'clock, Ginger entered the office of the head instructor.
Classes were over for the day. The kids were getting ready for supper. The instructors had already left. As she walked into the office, Ginger didn't see another soul around.
"Mr. Harris?" she said, peeking around the corner to the man sitting behind the big desk. "I'm Ginger Flowers."
"Hi," he said, putting down the file he had been working on. "Come on in, Miss Flowers. I understand that you're interested in our scholarship program."
"Oh, yes, Sir," she said.
"Well," he said, "there are a lot of young men and women this year to pick from. It's going to be a hard decision."
"I really need this scholarship," Ginger said.
"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.
"Are you gonna fuck me?" she whispered.
His response was to come up close behind her while she was still leaning over the desk. His hands opened her legs wider. That huge cockhead found her juicy cunt-slit.
Ginger shivered with eagerness as she felt the wonderfully big tip of his purple-headed prick against her juicy little cuntal opening.
"Oh, yes!" she mewled, flattening out on the desk again~ "You are! You are gonna fuck me!"
Victor's big cock started to ease up into her wet, ready pussy. Even though this was the biggest cock she had ever fucked, Ginger was taking it easily. He stroked into her wetness. The cheerleader arched her back, grinding back. With a groan, he pushed his prick the rest of the way up into her cunt.
Ginger felt him starting to fuck her. He started fucking in and out in little short, stabbing cock-strokes. Her juices were soaking both of them in seconds.
Ginger gasped, her tight little fuck-hole rippling into an orgasm as his cock throbbed inside it.
"Ooooh, God!" she whined. "He's big! So big, baby!"
"How badly do you want this scholarship, Ginger?" he asked, his voice strong and manly as he leaned down against the little girl's back with his cock buried inside her sexy young body.
"Jesus, Mr. Harris!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Don't stop now! Ooooh, God! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Any way I want?"
"Yes!" she hissed. "I don't care. Just fuck me!"
The man's weight was suddenly off her hips. Ginger groaned as he pulled that lovely big hardon from her climaxing cunt-hole. As the dripping cock-tip cleared her nibbling cunt-lips, it jerked upward. Her tight ass-cheeks caught the glistening cock-head.
"Put it back, baby! Put your cock back in me!"
Mr. Harris did.
Before little Ginger could react, the man had pushed down on her hips. She was crushed into the desk top.
He humped forward, his cock nudging her asshole.
Ginger gasped, trying to fight him off, but the man was too strong for her. She couldn't escape her fate. In one mighty stroke, he fucked his cock into her tight little asshole.
"SssssIs!" the little cheerleader hissed as Mr. Harris speared her shitter with his huge cock-lance.
If Ginger hadn't been in the middle of a wonderful orgasm, the brutal fuck-thrust would have nearly killed her. It hurt, but the pain was all mixed up with her climax. The half-naked cheerleader couldn't really tell pain from pleasure. Her gripping asshole was burning with an intense fire as his big cock rammed into it – but the sensation of that big prick steadily filling her quivering virgin asshole was something that topped anything she had ever felt before. It was exciting. Wickedly exciting!
With the head of his cock lodged up inside Ginger's tight ass, the head instructor groaned. Her ass was so tight. Holding perfectly still, he reached around and started flicking over her cunt again. Ginger moaned and squirmed under him.
Feeling this older man's big prick up inside her ass was like breaking every rule that little Ginger had ever to obey. All of them at once. She shivered.
Suddenly, the pain was gone. The pleasure was still very much there. Her pussy was dripping juice down into his palm as he finger-fucked her.
"Oooooh, Mr. Harris," she murmured.
"Can you take mote?"
"Maybe a little," she whispered~, realizing that the man only had a portion of his big boner up inside her asshole.
He slipped his cock in a little deeper. Ginger could see it throbbing with horniness. His prick was so big and hard. Her tight little asshole stretched.
He wasn't going to split her wide open after all. It still burned, but the pain was nice now. The deeper he fucked, the better it felt to the cheerleader taking her first cock up the ass.
Ginger started to purr as he fucked deeper into her asshole. Victor's finger rolled over her clit, keeping the beautiful young cheerleader totally wired sexually as he violated her tight shitter. She shivered way up inside.
Delicious convulsions rippled up through her body. Her asshole kept stretching.
He kept fucking deeper. She felt so full of cock. Totally stuffed full of lovely hard prick-meat. His hand pulled away from her pussy, and he shoved the last inch of cock home.
"Ewwwww!" Ginger squealed as his balls bumped into the swollen lips of her hot pussy.
"Oooooh, your ass is beautiful," the older man groaned.
This was the tightest hole that Mr. Harris had ever fucked. Only his balls were showing as he looked down. The heat inside this lovely young girl's asshole was fantastic. As soon as she started liking what he was doing to her, her ass guts had suddenly seemed to be coated with butter. Her ass was smooth and tight and wonderful.
His weight came up off her back again as he started to ass-fuck the tiny cheerleader. Ginger pushed up on her hands, swaying back and forth as she humped back a little. The entire length of the older man's huge prick was throbbing up inside her ass.
"Ooooh, God!" she whimpered.
She felt him fucking harder, seeing if she could take it. The rhythm of his hips picked up, getting faster and harder. His hands dug into her hips. He rammed his fucker in quickly, making little Ginger groan with delight.
"Yeah!" she squealed. "I like it!"
Ginger fell forward onto the desk. Her tits crushed into the wooden surface as she reached back and felt her own pussy. Her cunt was on fire. It was dripping.
Her clit was hot and hard against her fingers. Ginger wiggled her hips as she took her first hard prick up the ass, her fingers flicking over the tingling little bud of her clit.
"Yes, baby!" she groaned as another orgasm started deep in her guts. "Fuck it!
Fuck me up the ass!"
"God, Ginger," he rasped.
"Oooooh, this is so good, Mr. Harris!" she cried. "Fuck my asshole, God! Make me come real nice!"
The man's hairy balls were slapping against her hand as Ginger finger-fucked herself through her climax. Her fingers were slippery as she turned her hand and cupped his hanging balls. She squeezed lightly, knowing that her naughty act would drive Mr. Harris wild.
His fingers dug into her grinding hips tighter. He fucked her ass harder.
Faster. Deeper. Ginger moaned, gyrating those slim hips of hers wonderfully, her ass milking and releasing his cock on every stroke.
"Oooooh, shit!" she cried, ramming three fingers up into her pussy as she felt his cock starting to expand and throb wildly. "Shoot your jizz! yes! Squirt cum up in my ass, baby!"
As the cute cheerleader squealed out in delight, the head instructor rammed his cock as deep as he could get it up inside her ass-guts.
"Aaauughh!" he groaned.
"Come!" she moaned back. "Jesus, Mr. Harris! Come!"
"I am!" he yelled.
With a low growling groan, the older man started a jerking motion, fucking the head of his cock back and forth rapidly just inside her ass-ring. Ginger clamped down, her pussy rippling as her fuck-muscles gripped around her own fingers. That big hard cock in her ass jerked once more, then sent a fiery squirt of cum spraying into her asshole.
"Oooooh, baby!" she cried. "It burns! It burns so nice!"
Ginger's ecstasy topped as she felt his cumload flooding her asshole. She slipped into that foggy world of a mind-blowing orgasm as the man's throbbing cock sent out wad after wad of thick cum into her shitter. Her hand turned again. She found his balls and the base of his cum-belching boner. She squeezed around his hairy balls as they emptied.
The little girl who had made the high-school cheerleading team as a virgin was now totally gone. Ginger had been fuicked in the pussy in every position that she knew about. She had learned how to suck cock, and how to love taking a man's cock into her sweet mouth. The cock-loving little cheerleader had now sacrificed her last fuck-hole. She had been fucked up the ass by a man old enough to be her father. And this orgasm was the best yet.
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."