HEAD Cheerleader

The final votes were in for the head cheerleader. The last step was for you to approve her. No matter what the vote you knew you had the final say. And you’d make sure she knew it too. You smiled to yourself, because in your school the term 'head' cheerleader had literal meaning.

They had chosen a cute little brunette this year. She was very pretty, but most importantly; she had tits the size of basketballs. Last years head cheerleader, Jamie had small tits. But she had the tightest pussy, and was always wet. She gave a decent blow job too. You squeezed your cock slightly as it started to itch just thinking about her.

You hear a knock at the door. 'Come in.' you yell as you pick up some papers and pretend that you were working. A perky brunette in a cheerleaders outfit peers in. She smiles at you and for a moment you imagine her face covered in your cum. 'Darla, come on in.'

'Hi Coach Kramer'

'Have a seat.' The girl energetically bounded over to the seat and her fabulous tits didn’t miss a bounce. You can’t wait to get your hands on them.

'So you want to be head cheerleader?'

'Oh yes Coach Kramer.'

'Do you think you are up to the job?'

She nods her head enthusiastically.

'You know part of the job is helping me to keep focus. Jamie and I met quite often last year.'

'I just want to do everything I can to help the team during my senior year.'

You stand up and come around the desk and stand near her. As she turns her head to look at you, her face is mere inches from your crotch. You long to see your cock ramming into her delicate mouth.

'Being a head coach is a very difficult job. There’s a lot of pressure and a lot of stress. The main job of the head cheerleader is to help relieve me of the stress and anxiety before and after games and even practices.' You not so subtly run your hand over your crotch.

You smile as you see the realization cross her face.

'Coach Kramer. You can’t be serious?'

'Oh Darla, I’m very serious. I will have access to all of your places as I feel the need. You don’t want the job, you get up and walk out of this office. If you want to be head cheerleader, you open my zipper and prove to me you can do the job. You have two minutes to decide.'

Darla sat thinking to herself.