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 lose myself in the moment as I felt another pair of hands on the top of my jeans, working to unbutton them and pull them down. I looked down to see Amalia on her knees, topless, working her hardest to get my pants off, even if Morgan was standing in the way.
“Straight to the point, as always, Amalia,” I said as I put a hand on Morgan’s shoulder, gently pushing down on it. She quickly dropped to her knees beside her teammate, and I quickly helped the girls unbutton my pants and drop them to the floor along with my boxers.
As soon as my cock was out, I felt two sets of teenage lips on it. Morgan kissed the right side of it down near the base while Amalia simply wrapped her lips around the head. I moaned softly, biting my lower lip as the two teenagers went to town on my dick, hungrily licking and sucking it. I laughed to myself as the girls pushed against each other should to shoulder, each of them trying to get as much of my cock for herself as she could.
I put my hands on the back of Amalia’s head and pushed it toward my groin, forcing my cock deeper into her throat. I could see her eyes widen as my thick cock filler her teenage throat; Morgan instinctively moved to sucking one of my balls as her teammate got my dick. I threw my head back in pleasure, already trying my hardest not to cum. For two middle school girls, they both sucked dick like professionals. Finally, I grabbed Amalia’s hair and pulled her back away from my dick, a long gooey rope of saliva and pre-cum dripped from her mouth. “Give your teammate a turn,” I commanded her. Morgan playfully licked the pre-cum from her teammate’s lower lip before wrapping her mouth around my rock hard dick.
“But we were co close coach!” Amalia complained. “I really wanted your cum today,” she pouted at me, pushing her tits together with her hands, trying to show off her sexy body for me while glaring at the blonde girl who was sucking the cock she wanted for herself.
“Don’t worry, Amalia, Morgan is willing to share, right?” I said. Morgan did her best to nod in agreement with my cock in her mouth.
“Mmmm” I moaned loudly as I approached my orgasm. I pushed on Morgan’s forehead with one hand, trying to get my dick out of her mouth. “Finish me off on Amalia’s face,” I asked her commandingly. The dark haired girl slid on her knees right in front of me as her teammate knelt next to her, wrapping her hands around my dick and jerking it at her teenage face.
My legs started shaking as I exploded onto Amalia’s face. A hot, sticky rope of cum covered one cheek and her lips. Morgan kept jerking me off onto Amalia’s teenage face, emptying my load onto her. Sensing I was finished, Amalia started trying to push the cum from her face into her mouth; Morgan simply started licking it off of her teammate’s cheek.
I zipped my pants back up as I watched the teenage girls clean my cum off of each other. Once my cum was gone, Morgan started to kiss Amalia, who sighed and gave her a quick peck before standing up and putting her shirt back. The blonde girl rose to her feet and kissed me deeply, and unlike her teammate, I was happy to kiss her back with passion. “See you at the game tomorrow, Amalia. Don’t be late!” I called to her between kisses with Morgan.
“You should get going too, Morgan,” I said as I glanced at you watch. “I want you to be waiting out in front of the school ready to go when your dad gets here to pick you up.
“Ugh, I guess so, Mr. Coach,” she said sadly. I pulled her in for one more quick peck before letting her walk away.
“You’ll fuck me if we win tomorrow, right?” she called over her shoulder.
