Vic knew he was in trouble when he saw a few strands of Missy Cole's fine, golden hair begin to lift away from her head. That much static could only mean one thing - he had waited too long to clear the field. He glanced once more at the huge dark cloud he had been nervously watched building since the start of practice. Like most summer storms in Florida, it was the product of a late afternoon sea breeze bumping into the hot, unstable air that always hovered over the center of the state in late August.

Vic hated lightning. A few close calls in his youth had made him very respectful of the danger lurking inside a tall cumulonimbus cloud. As a coach, it wasn't just his own safety he had to worry about, but also that of the fifteen girls on the field with him. Standing in the middle of a soccer complex while the hounds of hell slowly rose on the skyline was something he hadn't taken into consideration when he accepted the position of coach for the Sunshine Soccer Club under-13 girls team. At the time, all he could think about was the joy of being able to spend a few hours a week surrounded by his favorite type of females - young, athletic, and innocent.

He had asked the girl's parents to stick around in case he needed to clear the field in a hurry. For the most part they had cooperated, with one notable exception. Missy's mom, who had brought not only Missy but Amanda Collins and Karen Kim, had told him that she was going grocery shopping and wouldn't be back until the end of practice, over an hour away.

As he watched, a jagged, pitchfork-shaped bolt of electrified air traced a crooked path from the edge of the cloud to the ground. He was still counting the time between the strike and the resulting thunder when a second white-hot streak hit the woods at the north end of the complex. There was no need to count anymore, the danger was immediate. The girls all screamed as heavy raindrops started pelting down, as if the lightning had broken a water main in the sky. Vic urged the girls to get to their parents cars as fast as they could run.

He found himself left with the three "orphans". They were now his responsibility. He thought about piling everyone into his car, but it was almost a hundred yards away. The shed where the soccer club stored its field maintenance equipment was a lot closer. "Come on, over there," he shouted to the three already drenched players.

They ran behind him, with a mixture of girlish giggles and frightened screams, as another bolt struck somewhere behind them. There was no pause before the the thunder roared. This time it shook the ground, goading the girls to run even faster. Vic had managed to get his keys out of his pocket before they got to the shed. He quickly unlocked the door and pushed the girls ahead of him into the darkness. He turned on the light, a single 75-watt bulb hanging in the center of the room. The shadows cast by the dim light somehow made the place seem scarier than it had been in the semidarkness of the storm.

"Ugh," Missy moaned, "this place stinks."

"I think there's something dead in here," added Amanda.

"Yeah, I think this is where they bring old soccer coaches when they die, right Mr. Keller? Your an old coach, so you should know," Karen taunted.

Vic tried to ignore her barb. Finding himself alone with Missy and Amanda, two of the prettier girls on the team, might have been fun for someone as lecherous as he was, but having to put up with the annoying Karen somewhat spoiled the adventure. He had known from the first practice that Karen was a troublemaker. She seemed determined to do whatever she could to irritate or embarrass him, and as much as he tried to ignore her, she still managed to make him uncomfortable much to often. One of her favorite stunts was to say something filthy, in an effort to make him blush. Because of all the inappropriate feelings toward the girls he was suppressing, she was generally successful.

"My shirt is soaked and I'm cold," she complained. "I'm going to take it off."

"No!" Vic yelled, a little louder than he intended. The evil part of him didn't mind if they stripped buck naked and danced around him like he was a maypole, but his sensible side knew he couldn't appear to encourage any kind of disrobing, especially while he was alone with the three girls. He had overheard comments from some of the parents that indicated they didn't totally trust him around the girls because he didn't have any familial connection to any of them. Most of the other coaches in the league were there because they had a daughter on the team. "There's all kinds of creeps out there these days," he had heard one father muttering, "teachers, clergymen, and coaches, all trying to get their hands on girls like ours."

That father had no idea how right he was about Vic. He was far from the ideal candidate to be working with a team of adolescent girls. He tried his best to hide his erotic longings for young girls, careful to not get caught sneaking a peek up a player's shorts when they sat on the grass, and never putting a hand on any of them - not even a congratulatory slap on the backside. It was only late at night, as he masturbated in the privacy of his bedroom that Vic let his mind bring up all the erotic images he stored during his time with the girls. If they could have known what went on in the darker parts of Vic's head, none of the soccer moms and dads would have let their daughters be part of the team.

"Don't have a cow, coach," Karen replied, with one of her mocking smiles. "I've got my sports bra on."

"Yeah, like you even need one," Amanda taunted.

"Fuck you!" Karen retorted. She struggled to remove her shirt, finally managing to get the soggy material off. She tossed it on a stack of line-marking chalk. Vic saw why Amanda had been teasing her. Karen's sports bra was as unnecessary as a sweater on a poodle. The small cups clng half-filled against her girlish chest. She might have the mouth of a sassy sixteen-year-old, Vic thought, but her body looked more like a ten-year-old.

Amanda decided that Karen had had a good idea, and soon her wet shirt was also lying on the bags. "Come on, Missy," she urged, "it's warmer like this. It feels good to get your wet stuff off."

"Yeah," Karen said, her grin growing even more evil as she tried once again to embarrass her coach, "maybe we should take everything off. What do you think, coach? Wouldn't we be more comfortable?"

It made Vic a little uneasy that she had seemed to read his mind. "Don't be ridiculous, girls. Just keep your clothes on. I don't think we're going to have to stay here much longer anyway. It sounds like the rain is about to stop." He opened the door and peeked out.

At that moment, there was a bright flash. Vic felt like he was surrounded by heat. I'm dead, he realized. All the years of being extremely careful around lightning, all for nothing. Hope I have a nice funeral he thought, as the world seemed to fade away.

As his pupils slowly recovered from the sudden burst of light, he turned and saw an amazing sight - all three girls had taken Karen's dare and stripped naked. Still somewhat dazed, his baser instincts took over, and instead of doing the right thing and averting his gaze while he ordered them to get dressed, he stared at the buffet of tender young treats displayed before him.

He began with Karen. Her black Asian hair was too short for her to put in a ponytail; instead she had it gathered together on top of her head, held there by a band. It was kind of a goofy look, but she didn't seem to mind. It's the mongol warrior in me, she explained when anyone asked. Her breasts were as slight and undeveloped as he had expected, but there was some promise of better things to come. The slight swellings were capped with two large brown nipples that seemed too big for the flesh under them. It was Vic's opinion that if the rest of her tits ever grew in proportion to those puffy targets, she would be capable of filling out a sweater, or some lucky boy's hands, quite nicely.

Next he turned his attention to Missy, the smallest player on the team. The first time he had seen her he had been mesmerized by her long, whitish-blond hair, which he had found out today also worked well as a lightning detector. Her breasts were more appropriately-sized for a twelve-year-old. Conical mounds, firm and pointy, with tiny pink nipples. He felt a strong urge to walk over and take one of those little beauties between his lips. He could almost taste the sweetness of her newly emerging body.

Next was Amanda, the biggest and oldest girl on the team. She had already turned thirteen. Her strawberry blond hair and light coating of freckles made her look like she had just stepped out of an Irish Spring commercial. If Karen's physical development was running late, Amanda's seems to be just as much ahead of schedule. Even in a loose-fitting soccer shirt, it was still easy to tell that she had the biggest breasts on the team. Still, Vic was a little surprised when he saw them unfettered and free. Round and full, each looked to be a very soft, pleasing handful. She was probably the only girl on the team who really needed a bra for support. Even in the dim light of the shed, there was no doubt Amanda's large dark nips were hard, and pointing straight at Vic like the noses of a pair of curious puppies.

The girls didn't seem to mind his wandering eyes, so Vic slowly lowered the focus of his attention. Amanda's patch of light-brown pubic hair matched the maturity level of the rest of her body. She was as hairy as many grown women Vic had been with. It successfully covered her pubic mound, denying him even a glimpse of prepubescent pudenda.

It was a little hard for Vic to tell just how thick the grass in Missy's front yard was. It was the same light color as the hair on her head, and seemed to blend in with her skin color. Unlike Amanda, the top part of Missy's slit was visible as she stood facing him. She had one of those forward-mounted pussies that models in Hustler and Penthouse always seemed to be so willing to show off. Her lips seemed to be slightly open at the top, as if nature had designed them to provide easy access to her most sensitive parts.

Lastly, and somewhat reluctantly, Vic turned his gaze to Karen's nether region. Again, the state of her pubic growth matched the maturity level of the rest of her body, which is to say that she was a long way from needing a trim to fit into even a skimpy bikini. Even so, her female parts seemed to be mounted more to the rear than Missy's, and he could only detect a hint of labia between her thin thighs.

Vic sighed, still amazed that the girls had let him examine them without a hint of shame or embarrassment. As wonderful as the moment was, he knew he had to hold true to his self-imposed rule: look but don't touch. As much as he hated to, he had to make them get dressed. "Come on girls," he pleaded, "you really need to put your clothes back on."

"But why, coach," Karen asked. "You said we would be more comfortable if we took all our wet stuff off, and you were right."

"I did...?" Vic mumbled, not remembering that at all.

"Yeah," Karen added, "we were just following your example."

"My ex...," Vic looked down, shocked to find that he was also naked. Even worse, he had a raging hard on. "Oh shit!," he muttered as he scrambled to find something to cover his much too obvious excitement. His mind was spinning. Where the hell did I put my clothes, he wondered, and even more important, why did I take them off in the first place? His finally found an old cap that someone had left in the shed, and he grabbed it.

"Gosh coach," Karen teased, "it's a little late for that, ain't it? Don't worry, we're not scared by that thing, even though it is pretty big."

"I'll bet you've never even seen a real one before," Amanda taunted.

"Have so," Karen snapped defiantly.

"When?"

"A couple of weeks ago. Tommy Mackenzie showed me his after school one day."

Amanda's eyes grew big. She hadn't expected that answer. She had a huge crush on Tommy, and felt an immediate jealously toward her bold teammate. "So," she whispered, "what was it like?"

"Like a peanut," Karen whispered back.

"Because it's small?"

"No, salty," Karen replied, smiling at the way Amanda had fallen for her joke. The stupid cow walked right into that one, she gloated.

"What does that mean?" Amanda asked, her rival's joke flying right over her head.

"It means," Missy explained patiently, "that Karen didn't just look at Tommy's peanut. She put it in her mouth."

"Ew! Gross!" exclaimed Amanda, "you didn't really, did you?"

"Maybe," Karen said coyly, unsure whether it would be better to pretend that her story had just been a joke, or confess to the other girls that she was slutty enough to do something that outrageous.

"You're just kidding. You're too chicken to really do anything like that," Amanda challenged, hands on hips.

"Oh yeah," Karen said, accepting Amanda's dare. "I did too. Your the chicken. Maybe if you had a little more guts, Tommy would pay more attention to you."

Amanda stepped toward the taunting Asian girl. "Take that back," she hissed. "I'm as brave as you are."

"Sure," Karen scoffed. "Okay, if your so brave, how about this. If I take Mr. Keller's dick in my mouth, will you do it too?"

Amanda hesitated, looking at Vic, and the small cap he was still trying to use to protect the last of his dignity. "O... okay.... I guess. But you go first."

Vic's mind was thrashing, torn between abandoning reason and allowing the young girls to fellate him; and the knowledge that such an act might well end his life as a free man. The conflict caused his brain to freeze up, like a computer trying to cope with too many commands at once. The result was that he suddenly found himself incapable of moving or saying anything as Karen, who had accepted Amanda's challenge, confidently approached is erection. All he could mange to do was shake his head slowly side-to-side, which was not nearly enough to deter the determined young girl.

"You don't mind, do you coach?" Karen asked mockingly, as she looked up at him. Not waiting for a response, she took the cap out of his hand and threw it on the floor.

Vic looked down, a little surprised to see that even though the rest of his body seemed to have stopped working, his erection was still in full bloom. Even with three naked nymphets in front of him, the very danger of the situation should have been enough of a distraction to cause him to lose some of his enthusiasm - but his manhood felt like it was harder than it had been in years. Karen knelt in front of him, but quickly stood back up. "The floor's too cold and hard," she complained. "It hurts my knees."

"Is that an excuse?" Amanda snarled.

"Of course not, just give a sec," Karen replied. When she stood up she realized that she only had to bend over slightly to bring her face close to Vic's cock. She put one warm hand around his shaft and held it in place while she pursed her lips and kissed the tip of his purple pole.

She hadn't learned a whole lot during her furtive few moments after school with Tommy. Her oral technique consisted of trying to stick as much of his shaft down her throat as she could. That might have worked with a twelve-year-old boy, but Vic's man-sized root proved more of a challenge. She barely got the swollen head past her lips before she started to gag.

Even so, to Vic it felt wonderful. Memories of his time with Miranda, the bible-thumper's daughter he he had seduced last year, came flooding back. There was just something thrilling about the touch of a young, inexperienced girl that overcame lack of skill.

Just as he was beginning to really enjoy Karen's crude attempt at giving head, she stopped. Apparently she felt she had done enough to meet her part of the dare.

"What does it taste like?" Amanda prompted.

"Not salty," Karen joked. "More like sucking your thumb, if you haven't washed your thumb all day," Karen opined. "Okay," she said, turning to her adversary, "your turn."

Amanda swallowed nervously. Vic could tell that she was having doubts about her dare now. She had let her attitude write a check that her mouth might not be able to cash. Her eyes got bigger as she eyed his member, still standing straight out from under his belly. It must seem huge to her, he surmised from the uncertainty she was showing. Her eyes quickly flicked back and forth from Vic's member to Karen's gloating face. He almost felt sorry for her as she wrestled with her feelings, trying to decide if it would be worse for her to concede, letting Karen triumph, or to accept the challenge. At last, she made up her mind. She stepped up to Vic and without hesitation got on her knees. "The floor's not that bad," she said to Karen mockingly, "you're just a wimp."

"We'll see who the wimp is," Karen snapped. "Let's see how much of that thing you can get in your mouth."

Vic looked down and saw Amanda staring at his dick like it was a cobra about to strike. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, like a kid getting ready to swallow some really bad tasting medicine. Slowly and carefully she moved her head forward, as if she were trying to get his stiff staff into her mouth without her lips actually touching it. He felt her tongue tickling the sensitive underside of his shaft, which caused him to twitch a little. Amanda pulled her head back in surprise "Ugh! That tastes bad! It's disgusting. Look," she said, pointing to the tip of Vic's prick, "there's something coming out. That must be what I tasted."

Karen leaned forward, inspecting Vic's cock carefully. "That's just my spit," she declared.

"I don't think so. Look, you can see some stuff still oozing out."

"I think it's semen," Missy said. She had been quiet so long that Vic had almost forgotten she was there.

"How do you know that?" Karen asked.

Missy began to blush. "I... uhhh... I... watched my brother jack off once when I was ten. He caught me, and said he would tell my parents I was spying on him unless I did what he wanted. He made me lick some of his stuff off his belly. He told me it might make me pregnant, but I knew he was just trying to scare me."

"What did it taste like?" quizzed Amanda.

"Um, kind of hard to describe. Tart... salty... messy."

"Messy's not a taste," Karen said. "I wonder if all guys are the same. Come here and see if coach tastes like your brother."

Vic watched, still locked in a kind of stasis, as the smallest of the girls took her turn. Her fine hair, so blond it was almost white, draped over her shoulders, falling on her chest almost down far enough to cover her small breasts. She looked up at him with those incredibly bright blue eyes that had captivated him from the first time he had met her. She truly looked more like an angel than a girl about to suck his cock.

The confident way she slid her lips over the end of his cock, taking in almost half his length in one motion, was anything but angelic. Vic was pretty sure that Missy had done more than just try a small sample of her brother's emissions. Without realizing it, or maybe not even caring, she was exhibiting oral skills that no twelve-year-old should have. Even the normally boisterous Karen was quiet as she watched her shy teammate give Vic a first-class blowjob.

Vic felt her tiny lips moving back and forth on his shaft while her tongue expertly teased his frenulum. He knew if she kept up what she was doing, she was going to have more than just a few drops of semen to sample very soon. Even if he could have found his voice, he wasn't about to warn her. At that moment, he just didn't care if he came in her mouth. Nothing was going to get in the way of his rapidly approaching climax.

Normally when he was this close to cumming, Vic would have his eyes tightly closed, concentrating on the sensations in his body, but this time as his balls tightened he was watching the other girls. Both of them were playing with themselves. Karen was rubbing her labia together in a way that Vic knew had to be stimulating her clitoris, and now that Amanda was standing with her legs apart, he could see that she seemed to have lost a finger somewhere between her well-developed puffy lips.

Missy began moving her head faster and faster. He put his hands on her shoulders and braced himself for what promised to be an orgasm to remember. That's when she stopped, just as suddenly as Karen had. Were these girls trying to kill him? Before she stood up she flicked some of his now copiously flowing precum onto her tongue.

"Well?" Karen asked.

"Sort of the same, I guess," the connoisseur of cum announced. "It really doesn't taste like much at all. Maybe guys change as they get older."

"Geez," Amanda said, "how did you get that much of that thing in your mouth? I almost gagged just trying to get the end in."

'You need to learn to relax," Missy explained. "Just think of it like a big hot dog. But don't bite down," she giggled.

"How did you learn so much about oral sex?" Karen asked, genuinely impressed by Missy's skills.

"Uh.... " Missy paused, uncomfortable with just how much of her sexual knowledge she had revealed, "... I watched some movies with my brother."

"Sure," Karen barked. "And I learned how to play soccer by watching 'Bend It Like Beckham' a dozen times. Come on Missy, you've had a lot of practice. I just want to know who with."

"None of your beeswax," Missy said, seemingly now to regret her careless behavior.

"Gosh, look at poor Mr. Keller," Amanda said. "His face is turning red. What did you do to him?"

"It's more like what she didn't do," Karen said. "I think boys balls fill up with stuff when they get excited, and if they don't do something about it, it hurts. That's why they jack off so much."

"Does that happen to old men too?" Amanda asked. She stood in front of Vic and stared into his eyes, with what appeared to be genuine concern for his condition.

Vic wanted more than anything to answer her question, but he was still mute. All he could do was watch helplessly as the girls talked about him like a piece of furniture. He desperately hoped that one of them would be daring enough to take the initiative and finish him off. He hadn't suffered from blue balls in a long time, but the three nymphets had brought him to the brink so often in the last few minutes that he was really suffering.

"What should we do, Missy?" Amanda asked.

"Well, I don't think I want all his stuff in my tummy, so I'm not gonna put his dick back in my mouth. How about you?" she dared Amanda.

"There must be something else we can do," Amanda said, ignoring Missy's suggestion that she be the one to suck her coach to orgasm. "Why don't you use your hands, like boys do to themselves."

"Me?" Missy complained. "Why don't you do it? You're standing next to him."

"I really don't know how."

"Geez, Amanda," Missy teased, "he's so full it should be as easy as squeezing toothpaste out of the tube."

"Crap," Karen snapped, "back off girls. I'll take care of it. All of this sex talk is getting me excited. My pussy is wet, and my nipples feel funny. I've been wondering what it would feel like to have a penis inside me for awhile now, so... "

"Oh my God," Amanda exclaimed, "you really aren't going to let him put that... that... "

"It's called a penis," Karen said, 'or dick, or prick. Can't you say dirty words?"

"All right. Are you really going to put his ... p ... p ... prick inside you?"

"Heck yeah I am. When you've got an itch, you just have to scratch it, right? I thought I was going to have to wait to have sex until my parents let me start dating, but it looks like this is my lucky day."

"How are you gonna do it?" Amanda asked. "Aren't you supposed to lie down, with him on top of you? And isn't he supposed to be humping you, like my dog humps my leg? Right now, coach isn't moving so good."

Vic nodded in sad agreement with Amanda's assessment of his condition. That small movement was his first clue that he was regaining some control of his body. Something about Karen's bold decision to fuck him had tipped the scales of Vic's moral balance in favor of debauchery, freeing his mind and body from his state of temporary paralysis. He cleared his throat, checking to see if he had his voice back also. "Don't worry girls," he rasped, "I think I'm almost back to normal. Come on Karen. You want to find out what sex is like? I'll be more than happy to show you."

All three girls were a little shocked by Vic's sudden recovery. He was still a little unsteady on his feet, and when he reached for Karen, he lurched toward her like Frankenstein's monster. She stepped back, her confidence waning now that she was faced with not just an erection, but a fully functioning, full-grown, lust-driven man behind it.

"Go ahead, Karen," Amanda urged, "you wanted a man. Well, here he is."

Vic looked around for a good place to screw his now somewhat unwilling volunteer. He knew he had to act fast before she changed her mind. Lying down on the floor with her perched over him like a Popsicle about to receive its stick seemed like the easiest, but the concrete did indeed look cold and hard. Instead, he took Karen's wrist and led her over to the workbench. One sweep of his arm cleared away the odds and ends lying there. "Amanda, give me my shirt."

Amanda found his clothes and threw the shirt instead of handing it to him. She didn't want to get too close to him. His swollen organ was swinging erratically from side to side. She was sure it was going to explode at any moment, and she didn't want to be close to it when that happened.

Vic deftly caught the shirt in midair and laid it on the bench. "Come on," he said, turning Karen around so her back was to him. "Bend over and get comfortable."

Karen, for once obeying her coach's orders without any sass, folded her arms over his still-damp shirt and rested her head on them. Vic put one hand in the middle of her back and pushed her down a little further. That made her small ass an even more inviting target. He gently pried her thighs further apart and stepped between them. He held his rod, still amazingly rock-hard, and pointed it toward the small slit that he could just barely see below her ass cheeks. For a moment he was content to just rub the tip up and down between her labia. She hadn't been kidding about having an itch for sex, her lips were already damp with girl dew.

For a moment he let his eyes feast on the sight of the normally annoying and belligerent girl splayed out helplessly in front of him, quivering from fright, or excitement, or both. He thought about plunging himself into her tight little twat immediately, extracting some revenge for all the hard times she had given him, but he paused, reminding himself that she was almost certainly a virgin. He didn't want her first time to be a brutal, thoughtless attack that might leave her with a fear of men, so he forced himself to take his time and make sure she was properly prepared. As much as his balls were aching, and as much as the dark side of his personality wanted somehow to punish Karen, he was not mean enough to just plow into her like a stallion servicing a mare.

He leaned down, bringing his face close to her butt. Up close, her quim looked impossibly small, like something on an anatomically correct doll, but he had experienced sex with young girls in his youth and knew that their inner parts were amazingly flexible, capable of adapting to surprisingly large objects when properly prepared. He pulled her outer lips apart and stuck his tongue into the sweet pink flesh hidden inside.

Karen jumped a little when she felt Vic's lingual intrusion, but again kept her mouth shut. He probed her sealed vaginal opening with the tip of his tongue, then worked his way down, searching for her clitoris. Her nubbin was easily located. It was bigger than he expected, and protruded from its hiding place like the head of a curious turtle. He eagerly sucked it into his mouth, which caused Karen to flinch again. Instinctively, her hips pushed back toward his mouth, as she moaned softly.

"What's he doing to her?" Amanda whispered to Missy.

"Oral sex, dummy," Missy answered, with a bit of scorn in her voice. "It feels good, trust me."

"Oh," Amanda said. She made a mental note to get to know Missy's brother a little better the next time she went to their house for a sleepover. Better to get her information first hand, she decided.

Vic felt Karen's slit dampening even more with the combination of his saliva and her own lubrication. He pushed the tip of his little finger against her barrier, not attempting penetration, just testing it's flexibility. She was so wet and slick that his finger almost slipped further in than he had planned. Careful, he cautioned himself, it would be such a waste to break her cherry accidentally.

Convinced that she was now ripe and ready, he stood up and positioned himself between her thighs. This time he aimed his arrow right at his target, not wanting to delay his pleasure any longer. It was time for him to get selfish and relieve his pressure. Satisfying Karen's curiosity and deflowering her in a gentle way was a secondary goal.

Vic took a deep breath and braced himself. For only the second time in his life, and the first time in over thirty years, he got ready to break a hymen. He put his hands on Karen's hips and pulled her body back toward his, letting that movement put just enough pressure on her barrier to gradually tear it. A moment later, he felt the head of his cock slipping inside her incredibly tight vagina.

"Ow!" she complained, but quickly quieted herself again. She buried her head in the damp shirt and didn't do anything to stop him as he moved her body back and forth, letting himself slide a little further into her with each stroke.

The inquisitive Amanda was squatting down next to them, getting a closeup look at Vic's cock as it forced its way into Karen's stretched opening. "Darn Karen," she exclaimed, "his thing ... his pen ... his prick looks like it's tearing you apart. Are you sure you're okay?"

Karen turned and told her rival, "It hurt a little at first, but it's getting better now. In fact, I think I like it. It does kinda feel like his dick is poking all the way to my tummy though."

Karen's words encouraged Vic. Since she seemed to be enjoying herself, he began thrusting into her a little harder, burying his shaft halfway in her sopping wet pussy with each stroke. His balls began tightening again, and he knew that it was only going to be a few seconds before he could finally relieve the pressure that had been building inside him over the last several minutes. Alas, before he could reach that goal, he was thwarted again.

"Darn," Amanda announced as she stood up, "if Karen can do that, so can I. Coach, would you do me too?"

Without waiting for an answer, Amanda bent over right next to Karen, offering her treasure chest for Vic to plunder. He felt his heart pounding at the sight of two lovely young tight butts displayed in front of him. He really didn't want to stop fucking Karen, but like any man, he was curious to find out what the bigger girl felt like also.

The opportunity to claim two cherries in one day was something that Vic knew probably would never happen to him again. Reluctantly, he slowed his pace, forestalling his orgasm once again, while he reached over and began massaging Amanda's already dripping cunt. Apparently she had been busily playing with herself while watching her teammate being deflowered. He decided there was no need for any more foreplay. She was slick and wet enough already.

He pulled out of Karen's tight pussy with a wet smack, and moved into position behind Amanda's larger, heart-shaped butt. He saw a little blood on the head of his cock and quickly wiped it off. Because Amanda's ass was a little bigger than Karen's, he had more padding to cushion the force of his thrusts. He lined up his trusty charger and prepared to push through his second hymen of the day.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, already pressing the tip of his cock into her slit.

"Yeah... I think... come on, coach, do it before I change my mind."

He pushed forward, more forcefully this time than he had done with Karen, treating Amanda more like some anonymous woman he might have picked up in a bar than a thirteen-year-old virgin. "Stop!" she screamed, reaching around to try and push his body away.

"What's the matter?" Karen teased. "Who's the chicken now?"

"It hurts more than I thought it would," Amanda complained. "You should have warned me."

"Too late to quit now," Vic told her. "I'm already inside. You're not a virgin anymore. The worst is over."

She raised her head and turned to him. "Am I bleeding?"

Karen took a look. "A little, but not any more than if you got your finger pricked at the doctor. Come on, be brave."

Vic gently pushed her back down and began moving his hips again. Even though she was a few inches taller than Karen, and with a much more mature body, her vaginal opening felt just as tight as the smaller girl. His prick was beginning to feel some irritation from all the friction he had encountered while fucking two young virgins, but that was a small price to pay for so much pleasure. He picked up the pace, while trying to control the depth of his probes to lessen her discomfort. His dick began to throb again with the onset of his orgasm. He was wondering if he should take a chance and cum inside her or pull out and leave his load on her back, when once again he was cruelly interrupted at a critical moment.

"Gee, that looks like fun. I want to play too," he heard Missy say.

At any other time, the idea of a beautiful young girl like Missy offering herself to him would have been unbelievably welcome. But now, with his prick still buried in Amanda's tight hole, and his testicles threatening to burst, he almost wanted to ignore her and let himself empty his load into the warm glove of Amanda's vagina. But once again, he was faced with the reality that he was being offered a once-in-a-lifetime treat, three cherries in one day. Even if he ended up spending the rest of his life in jail, the memories of this afternoon would stay with him forever.

"Come on in," he joked as he eased his well-worn cherry-popper out of Amanda's clinging warmth.

"Move over girls," Missy ordered.

Karen and Amanda begrudgingly made room for Missy between them. She bent over, joining her teammates in their strange poses. Vic stepped back, allowing himself to enjoy that never-to-be-duplicated sight. If two bite-sized asses lined up side-by-side had been exciting, three of those small, heart-shaped ovals of soft flesh was enough to make him think he had died and gone to dirty old man heaven. He tried to line himself up behind Missy like he had the other girls, but soon realized that she was a little too short for that position to work well. He spread his legs and tried squatting behind her, but it was just too difficult for him to achieve the leverage he thought he would need to break her barrier.

"Turn around," he ordered. He put his hands around her waist and lifted her up onto the bench. He pulled her hips close to the edge, and grabbed her knees. "Girls," he said, " a little help, please."

Karen and Amanda stood up. Vic handed one of Missy's legs to Karen, "Hold this," he ordered. Amanda quickly caught on and took hold of Missy's other leg. Now she was perched with her butt on the edge of the workbench, her legs held wide apart by her teammates. To an observer, it might have appeared as if she were about to be raped, but there was no doubt that Missy was more than willing to open herself up, literally, to Vic's efforts.

He crouched down and began giving her the same oral preparation he had used on Karen. "Ahh... yeah... right there coach... that's the spot," Missy encouraged him.

If there had been any doubt before, there was none now. Vic was sure that the cherubic-looking Missy was actually quite a little devil. Her reaction revealed that he was not the first person to stick his tongue in that hot, pink flesh. When he at last located her tiny clit and started licking it, she began to squirm so much it made it hard for the other girls to maintain their grip.

"That's all right," Vic told them as he stood up. "You can let go now. I don't think you are going anywhere, are you Missy?"

She smiled and wrapped her newly freed legs around his hips, drawing the older man up against her body. This time he didn't even have to aim, she was positioned perfectly. He began probing delightfully around her tight opening, expecting the resistance of her natural barrier to slow him. Because she was smaller than the other girls, he moved cautiously, wanting to make her defloration just as comfortable as the other two. A moment later he was surprised to feel the head of his shaft sliding into her warmth unimpeded. "You really are quite a little minx," he said, smiling at her.

"What does that mean?" Amanda asked.

"It means she wasn't a virgin," Karen explained. "Damn, Missy, who was it? I hope it wasn't your brother."

Missy's blush made it unnecessary for her to answer. Apparently the Cole family believed in the motto, 'the family that lays together stays together'. Even though she was not a virgin, her pussy seemed to Vic to be the tightest of the three. The skin on his already sensitive shaft began to burn even more from the friction. Once again, satisfaction outweighed the discomfort, and he continued to happily stroke away. He leaned back to allow himself a glimpse of his cock moving in and out of the young girl's tight opening. When he pulled out, her inner lips clung to his pole like they were glued to it.

This time he was not going to be denied. His already swollen balls seemed to be growing even bigger, and he felt the pressure of his release building one more time. He almost knew what was coming next, so the sound of Missy's voice at just the wrong moment wasn't entirely unexpected.

"Mr. Keller," she pleaded, "don't cum in me."

"What does that mean?" the inquisitive Amanda asked

"Cumming is what boys call it when their baby stuff... their semen... comes out. Get it? It's coming out."

"Oh, that's when you can get pregnant?"

"Right," Karen confirmed. "Geez, you better learn a lot more about sex before you start messing around with boys."

"Is he cumming now?" Amanda asked.

"He is!," Missy wailed, "yeah, I can feel it... hot... wet he's cumming... he's "

* * * * *

"... coming too. Look, he's awake. Welcome back, coach."

"What happened?" Vic said groggily. He was lying on the floor of the shed, and all three girls were hovering over him, looking worried.

"When that lightning bolt hit really close," Karen explained, "it knocked you over and you hit your head on the bench."

"How long have a been out?" he asked, rubbing the bump on the back of his skull.

"Just a few minutes."

"But I thought you were dead," Missy sobbed as she gave him a hug. "You really scared us."

"Sorry girls, but I think I'm all right now."

Karen looked outside. "I think the storm is over, coach."

"Good. Let's head for my car. We can wait for Mrs. Cole there. Just be sure you put all your clothes back on first."

"Coach, what are you talking about?"

Vic looked again, and realized that all of the girls were fully clothed. "Uh, never mind. I think some of my wires got crossed when I hit my head. Come on, help me up."

The girls pulled him to his feet. He stumbled over to the door and looked out. Karen had been right, the clouds were clearing, and other than the grass being wet, it was hard to tell that a major electrical storm had just moved through. They headed across the field toward the parking lot. Missy and Amanda, full of youthful energy and glad to be out of the stinky shed ran, but Karen hung back, walking beside her coach.

"Coach, can I ask you a question?"

"Uh, sure. I'm still a little groggy, but go ahead."

"Well, while you were knocked out, you had this goofy smile on your face, and... " she leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "a really big boner. I just wondered what you were dreaming about."

"Uh...umm... I really don't remember."

Karen laughed. "I'm pretty sure I know what it was. I've kidded you a lot, but now I think you really are a dirty old man. It's all right, coach, I'll keep your secret. In fact, I might like to see that thing you have in your shorts for real sometime. I've kinda got this curiosity about man parts, you know? Whadda' you say, coach, if I told my mom that you had volunteered to babysit me sometime, would be okay?"

"Sure, I guess so," Vic heard himself saying. He knew what a bad idea it was, and wondered if his close call with the lightning was effecting his judgment. How did Karen know so much about what had been going on in his head while he was in la-la land? Had any of his weird dream been real?

Nah, no way, nothing like that really happens to soccer coaches, not even Vic.