Making the team

At 10 I made an elite team and find that to play in games I had to please coach on his truck

I was 5 when I started playing soccer and fell on love with it. I would practice in my back yard with my dad daily and I wanted to keep going when he was ready to stop. I soon played on my first team and loved it. When I was 7, I started hearing about the competitive club teams that traveled and wanted to be on one of those teams. I tried out for a bunch of them but never got picked, but I kept trying.

When I turned 10, I once again tried out for one of the elite teams. I wasn’t the tallest or shortest on the team. I had long blonde hair and blue eyes. I secretly wished I had little boobs that pushed out my shirt a little like some of the other girls.

The elite team I tried out for had a new coach so I hoped a new coach would give me a good shot. My older sister had told me that I should wear shorts that were a little shorter than the other girls since she said I had amazing legs, and to make sure and smile at the coach a lot, and to try out in one of my tighter fitting tank tops. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but I was desperate. The day of tryouts came and I followed all of her advice. The tryout was hard and there were so many girls that were better.

When the list was posted, I wanted to cry, my name was the last on the list. Mom was beside me and gave me a squeeze on the shoulder, telling me to always do what the coach said. I told her I would. Coach saw me and waved me over to him.

“I see something special in you, to get into games you will have to do extra work in practice and help me after practice”

“I can do that” I assured him, I wanted to play so bad.

“How late after practices would she have to stay?” Mom asked

“Might be a little late, if you want, I can always drive her home” he offered and mom accepted the offer.

Practices were hard and it was usually hot out. I had noticed some of the girls practiced in shorts and their sports bras, those girls got the looks from coach and would end up playing in games, of course they were really good, so one day as practice started, I took off my tank top and practiced in my short shorts and sports bra. After practice, coach would work with me on skills after all the other girls left.

“You’re getting much better” he said, by now I had a full blown crush on him. He could have asked me to jump off of a bridge and I would have “won’t be long and you’ll be playing in games. Help.me load up my truck”

I gathered the cones and followed him as he carried the bag of soccer balls. We threw them in the back and I climbed into the truck. We were the only ones left in the soccer complex. Coach didn’t start the truck, he said he wanted to talk

“Scoot closer” he patted the seat beside him, I slid across the seat and felt a little giddy that I was so close to him “Kelly, you’re a very special girl. Which is why I gave you the last spot”

“I appreciate it” I replied, blushing a little

“I can possibly fit you in the lineup for Saturday” his hand went over my shoulders, his fingertips rubbed my shoulder softly “would you be willing to.do anything to play?”

“Of course coach, I want to play really bad”

“Then maybe you could be my special girl” he said as his other hand moved to.my bare stomach and up to my sports bra, his hand felt so good on my skin, but part of my brain started panicking, grown ups weren’t supposed to touch girls I had always been told.

“Special how?” I asked, and was pretty sure i.knew the answer

His hand moved over my sports bra, I felt my nipples grow hard. He whispered for me to relax as his hand slid under my sports bra and he started to play with my nipples. It felt so good to be touched by my crush. His hand slid out and down my stomach, over my shorts and down my bare thigh to my knee. Why did something wrong feel so good?

His hand moved back up my thigh and over my shorts. His fingers grazed my crotch. His hand reached my waistband and he slid his hand into my shorts, then into my panties. J laid my head back against the seat and parted my legs a little, letting his fingers part my virgin pussy lips. I was breathing heavy and enjoying his touch. His hand left my shorts and I heard a zipper being undone.

My eyes were still closed when coach moved my hand to his cock. I opened my eyes and looked down at.my little hand holding his cock, it was long and thick. Coach moved my hand up and down a few times. When he let go, I kept moving my hand up and down. His hand slid back into my shorts. I was panting from how good his touch was.

That was when he told me to lay down on the bench seat. I was a pretty tiny girl so I didn’t take up much of the seat. He said he had been wanting to do this since he first saw me as he pushed my sports bra up off of my nipples and his hands slid down, he pulled my shorts down and off of me.

He was over me, looking down into my eyes. He pulled my legs apart and I felt the tip of his cock rub up and down between my pussy lips. He said what he was about to do might hurt but I would get to play in the next game. I felt him push against me. After a few tries, I felt the head of his cock start to spread my pussy. An intense pain shot through me as he broke my hymen, I shrieked in pain. He took his time pushing deeper. I cried out that it hurt, he told me to relax and the pain would go away.

I felt him inch deeper into me. Soon his cock was in as far as it would go. It still hurt a lot but a little less than at first. Coach started to move his hips, moving his cock inside of me. He started going faster, saying that he loved me and I would get to play in every game. That first time didn’t last long, and soon he was cumming inside of me.

He pulled out and told me that I had dome good. On the seat under me was a mix of my blood.and his cum. Coach drove me home saying that it might hurt for a few days and if anyone asked, I pulled a muscle at practice.

That began the seasons long experience of being coaches little whore for the chance to play on games

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