Jason Weaver, or Coach J as he preferred, looked out at the girls on the practice field and realized that he might not ever be able to coach soccer again. He hadn’t done anything wrong and no one was going to remove him from the position, just that he didn’t think it was in his own best interests anymore. He had just handed young fourteen year-old Mandy Warner a ball from the bag and watched her run on to the field. It’s not that he didn’t like coaching, when in fact he loved it. It was the fact that he had a growing hardon in his pants when he knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t help it though. When he had handed the slim and insanely cute brunette the ball all he could focus on was the fact that he knew how much (or how little rather) hair was on her pussy and how her small tits jiggled ever so slightly when she walked. And, of course, an amazing ass. Yes, and once you’ve seen them naked you can’t ever remove that thought from your head. And it wasn’t just Mandy, he’d seen the nubile bodies of Natalie, Hannah and Morgan all totally nude. God knows he’d never be able to look at these girls the same way again.
Jason decided to leave today’s practice in the hands of his worthy assistant as he needed to head home quickly to take care of some necessary business.
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Morgan closed her eyes and slowly rocked from side to side as the pulsating water of the shower massaged her back and shoulders. The assistant coach had run them hard today and she ached. She took a tiny step back allowing her neck to receive the glorious thrumming.
It had been over two weeks since Morgan’s so-called transaction with Charles and Arthur and subsequent use of her drugged body by Ted. By the following afternoon she had realized things had gotten too far out of hand. When she got home from school she shut down her webcam and made sure all windows and doors were locked. No more trips to the mall and certainly none to the post office. She had to get all this nonsense out of her head before it got out of control, before she got out of control.
Of course, she wondered, how much further could it get than that day? She recalled sitting silently in the back seat of Charles car listening to the two older men up front chatting about the upcoming football game. It was as if everyday they drove home a young girl after they had both used her and now were dropping her off at her parent’s house like she was a babysitter or something.
Leaning her head back into the steamy jet, shampoo has quickly rinsed away. Water and suds cascaded over her shoulders. Tiny foam mountains slid over her breasts and down her belly, sometimes running down her leg, sometimes momentarily caught in sparse blonde pubic hair before the white dollop fell between her feet.
And even now Morgan could remember exactly what it felt to be sitting tiny in the back seat, embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted and excited all at the same time. Her body had felt simultaneously numb and sensitive, aware of every spot their hands had touched her, as well as the sensation of heat and soreness that radiated from between her legs. And most of all she would never forget the lingering taste of Arthur’s sperm in her mouth, and how it seemed to coat her tongue for the seemingly endless drive home.
Turning to face the harsh stream, she adjusted the head to a gentle setting. Again she closed her eyes and let the hot water splash against her face. Absently her hands ran from her breast to her belly, caressing gently.
For two weeks Morgan had been a so-called regular fourteen year-old. It was kind of nice not to have to think that someone had been in your room stealing your underwear, watching you dress, or spiking your Snapple with a load of sperm sent by MAGICROD53 from Kentucky or something like that. For two weeks she ran regularly again and even added some push ups and crunches to help tone.
What exactly would the line up of men look like whose sperm ended up in her belly? She couldn’t even recall how many might be standing there.
Her caressing slipped downwards to her hips. Her hips where Charles had held her so forcefully from behind.
Soccer also came first again. Her game picked up and she scored twice in the following week’s away game. Then came last week’s tournament. Morgan had been looking forward to this for a long time. It was a two day tourney in which they would have to travel four hours to get to. Because of that they would be staying overnight at the Holiday Inn. And even though they lost in the in finals that weekend, the girls had a blast. Everything would have been perfectly normal about the trip expect for one small compulsive act of opportunity. Even now she knew she should feel guilty but her renewed pure thoughts had already begun to degrade.
Her hands found themselves between her legs. Fingers began to explore.
Since getting home on Sunday, Morgan began to touch herself more and more each day. At each practice she watched Coach J’s demeanor, knowing she would be able to tell when he had seen it, seen them. Each night, unable to fall asleep her mind would unconsciously recall all her ‘experiences’. She even found herself pulling up Aunt Jennifer’s video. She had opened her photo album and looked at a picture of Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Marks wedding. She heard a grunt and looked back the video to see a boy shove his penis in Aunt Jens’s mouth and orgasm. Aunt Jen would never let them take advantage of her if she was sober. Morgan realized that maybe she got drunk on purpose. It seemed so easy for a man to take advantage of a vulnerable female. Would Coach ‘J’ ever take the chance? Mr. Ely? Could there ever be a situation where he could take advantage of her? If not one of them, then who?
It could be anyone, almost anyone, almost anywhere. Sex was everywhere. Things happened, unexpectantly. Situations arose, presented themselves. The right choices were always there.
Why did she always pick the wrong choice? That didn’t matter as much as why the wrong choice always felt so good.
Morgan leaned back against the shower wall, oblivious to the water now splashing over her entire body. Her knees buckled slightly as she started to cum.
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Coach ‘J’ was more than slightly pissed. His son’s wrestling match was the next one up and he had planned to record it on his new Hi-Def digital camera, but when he went to start he noticed the tape had rewound completely. He didn’t want to record over the beginning as it had the girl’s Sunday soccer match on it. He knew there was only like 75 minutes of game time record so how could it have been all used up? He recalled the girls borrowing the video camera afterwards but could they really have used up the last forty-five minutes? Too late to check now as the match just started. He’d have to check the damn thing later.
An hour later Coach J sat in his kitchen and began to fast forward the tape, stopping every now and again to see some of the plays in from the tourney. Even though the girls came in second he was damned proud of them. He didn’t even have a daughter on the team. He only coached them because his son had quit soccer the year earlier and the girls team desperately needed a coach. For two years he coached them, coached them good. Even so, he watched in dismay at the final whistle that ended their chances of first place. The tape then flicked to the girls walking back to the hotel. Apparently losing had no lasting effect on the girls as they were all giddy and making faces at the camera. It must have been Morgan holding the camera as he could hear her voice directing the girls to give a big cheer for the coach. He looked over at the team picture on the fridge. Could any coach be prouder? Yes, he loved those girls.
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