Mr. Coach - Sex Stories

Mr. Coach

TWEEETTTTT!!!!! I blew the whistle loudly. “Bring it in, ladies!” I yelled across the soccer field. Practice had gone well today, the girls worked hard. I could tell they were tired, but eager to leave by the way the jogged toward me and waited for me to dismiss them. “Good work today. Remember, you get out of class early tomorrow for the game, make sure you have a ride arranged. Captains: make sure all of the gear is packed up and ready go. The rest of you, I’ll see you at the game tomorrow.” Most of the team eagerly left through the school while the captains stayed behind to collect the soccer balls, cones, water bottles, and other gear. The two captains, both eighth graders, couldn’t be more different: Amalia was a serious girl. She had dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. She was very competitive; she wanted to be the best student, the best player, and the most popular girl in the school. I don’t know how good of a student she was, but with her natural soccer talent she was well on her way to being the best soccer player I’d ever coached. As for being the most popular girl in the school, with her pretty face and athletic body, I’m sure she would be the most popular girl if all the middle school boys weren’t too intimidated to talk to her. Morgan was Amalia’s opposite. She was a cute blonde girl, with a playful innocence about her. She didn’t seem to care what anyone thought about her. She was the first to make a joke, and was prone to lapses of concentration on and off ...

... the soccer field. Physically, she was as developed as any girl I’d seen of her age. She was already as tall as me, and had bigger tits than a lot of college girls. She carried some extra weight on her hips and stomach, but you wouldn’t have dared to call her fat, and she used her size well on the field to be a dominant defender. “Let’s get a move on ladies, I don’t have all day,” I called to the captains as I held open the door to gym. “Psh, like you have a date tonight, Mr. Coach,” Morgan joked as she carried the equipment past me into the gym, ready to store it until tomorrow. “Just because I spend all my spare time coaching you girls doesn’t mean I don’t have a personal life,” I replied sharply. Amalia followed us into the gym silently, shaking her head at hearing on of our lame exchanges for what felt like the hundredth time, before closing the door behind us. “You two done with your cheesy flirting?” she asked, “Someone’s going to catch us if your that obvious.” “Everyone is long gone, Amalia,” I replied as I leaned back against the wall of the gym, pulling Morgan toward me and kissing her quickly. “Besides, we’ve never been caught before. Now get your ass over here unless you want Morgan to have all the fun,” I said before kissing Morgan more deeply, gently biting her lower lip. The blonde girl kissed me back passionately, inviting my tongue into her mouth as she slid her hands under the bottom of my shirt, running her fingertips over my abs. I closed my eyes, trying to ...