Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2007 19:45:13 -0400 From: J W Subject: Socceer Practice 4 Amanda Sullivan left for school at eight thirty on Monday morning. By nine thirty Catherine Sullivan had two thirds of her wardrobe piled on her bed. Choosing an outfit for her lunch with her daughter's soccer coach was proving to be very difficult. From dresses to slacks to shorts and back Cathy just couldn't make up her mind. She finally chose a snug fitting peach colored tee shirt top with beads and embroidery around the scooped neckline. That narrowed the choices for her lower half. The hounds tooth wrap around skirt she finally chose was not indecently short but it was too short for business so it got very little wear. Having selected the outer wear her choice of underwear was simple. One pair of white silk panties was all that was required. The soccer mom quickly re-hung and stowed her clothing back into closets and drawers and headed for the bathroom. A relaxing hot bath would ease the tension that was building up. Sitting amongst the fragrant bubbles she rested her head on the inflatable cushion and fanaticized how the afternoon could unfold; bad idea! A steady increase in pressure between her legs convinced her to change her focus. Cathy concentrated on the mundane tasks of getting ready to go out and refused to let her mind get ahead of her. At twelve noon on the dot she locked the front door of her modest bungalow and pressed the remote door latch button for the SUV in the driveway. She was taking it one step at a time. She was going to have a pleasant lunch with Elizabeth Nelson, her daughter's soccer coach. The talented miz Nelson was then going to give her some information and instruction on the rules of girl's soccer, so she could better appreciate Amanda's sport of choice. They would get to know each other better and she would be able to watch her daughter's games with some understanding of what was going on; and that's all! `I don't even know if I want anything to happen. It's exciting, but it's also scary.' The insistent pressure between her legs and the tingling in her semi erect nipples poking against the soft tee shirt suggested that exciting would win. The short drive was over almost too soon. Pulling into the Nelson driveway Cathy realized that by not thinking about the lunch date she had not allowed herself to prepare; and that's how she felt, unprepared. Stepping out of the SUV the soccer mom realized it was impossible to exit the vehicle without flashing the crotch of her white panties. Liz enjoyed the display as she stood on her door step, ready to welcome her guest. "You're very punctual." Liz said as her guest ascended the sloped stone walk. "Where have I heard that line before?" Cathy quipped, smiling. The mauve warm up suit the coach was wearing appeared to be made from one of the high tech fabrics that made it look like velour but it was stretchy, and clung to her awesome body; displaying it in provocative detail. As Cathy mounted the steps to the small porch she was sure that those impressive hooters were snuggled under the purple fabric unfettered. Small bumps at the center of the mounds betrayed the position of the docile but potentially magnificent nipples. Entering the forbidden two foot zone she extended her hand in greeting. Liz took her hand firmly but instead of shaking it, she used it to pull Mandy's mom closer and leaning down planted a delicate kiss on Cathy's cheek. The contact of the soft lips and the very subtle scent of roses sent a shiver all the way down Cathy's spine. The shiver turned into something else near her tail bone and took a swift detour, emerging as a glow between her legs. It left the coach's luncheon guest momentarily breathless. "Come on in." Liz invited, holding the screen door open. The soccer coach took the opportunity to admire the pert buttocks rolling under the short hound's tooth skirt. Her eyes continued down to the evidently bare legs of her guest. `She's got the legs of a dancer.' Liz realized as she closed her front door behind them. "Do you dance?" she asked. Cathy looked at her host with a shocked almost fearful expression; `Was that an invitation?' she wondered. Liz saw the surprise on the soccer moms face and laughed. "I don't mean, do you want to dance. I mean like do you study ballet or jazz or something?" Liz explained through a wide grin. "Uh, no, uh I mean I did when I was a teenager." Cathy stammered. "I had to ask because you have such beautiful legs; they remind me of dancer's I've known." "I used to do a lot of gymnastics; right up until Amanda was born actually. Thanks for noticing." Cathy responded sincerely. Looking into her host's smiling face she was once again enthralled by her natural beauty. "I usually eat light when it's warm like this. I hope that's alright." The coach informed her as they made their way to the living room. It was Cathy's turn to appraise her companion's posterior. The obviously well exercised cheeks were snuggly wrapped in the stretchy mauve warm up suit pants. There were no panty lines visible which caused a new shiver to course through the older woman's body. `She's completely naked under there.' Cathy realized. The thought caused a warm glow between her legs to grab her attention. Lunch consisted of a delightfully spiced cold carrot soup accompanied by sliced fruit and vegetables with several choices of dip all elegantly arranged on the large coffee table in front of the plasma TV. A light white wine completed the meal. Both women now seated on the couch Liz activated the DVD player. An image of a soccer game appeared in impressive clarity on the screen. "I thought I'd just take you through a game, sort of play by play and explain the rules as they come up." For the next half an hour Liz explained the events, rewound and replayed segments to clarify points as her student asked questions. Both women were thoroughly absorbed in the tutorial as they munched and sipped their way through lunch. The soup was gone and the last of the bottle of wine had been poured when Liz hit the stop button on the DVD remote. "Just give me a minute to clear this up." She announced, stacking the used dishes on the tray. "Can I help?" Cathy asked "No thanks, just relax, I'll only be a moment." Liz responded on her way out of the room. Once in the kitchen she stuffed the tray, dirty dishes and all into the refrigerator. Quickly she returned to the living room doorway and peeked around the corner. When she stopped the video she had also surreptitiously pressed the `skip disc' button. This was the part of her plan that was outside of her control. There was, of course, a plan B but Elizabeth was confident that her guest would pick up the remote and she did. Cathy raised her third glass of wine trying to remember the last time she'd had three glasses, and in about an hour. The soccer mom realized that she was getting a little tipsy and set the glass back down, lifting the remote for the DVD player instead. Searching the extensive array of buttons she finally located `play'. Pointing the zapper at the entertainment console she pushed it. What appeared on the screen was certainly not a soccer game! There in double life size were two women locked in a passionate kiss. Liz watched with baited breath from her hiding place beside the door frame. She heard the exclamation of shock that escaped her guest's lips. The moment of truth had arrived. Cathy's conscious, thinking brain told her to press stop, but that would have required her to take her eyes off the scintillating embrace that was so clearly displayed on the screen and she seemed unable at that moment to tear her eyes away. The camera was zooming out to reveal the upper half of the two actresses. One, the red head, was wearing a white ruffled blouse. Her co-star, the blonde was naked. The sight of the two sets of impressive tits mashed together forced another sharp `OH!' to escape from the woman on the couch. `Press stop!' came the command from deep in her brain, but it was weaker than before. The red head was sliding her tongue down the side of the blonde's neck, down over the upper slope of her heavily enhanced left boob and on to the dusty pink of the naked actress's nipple. When the red head's teeth closed on the protruding center of the blonde's tit, the remote slipped from Cathy's hand, bounced off her knee and clattered to the floor. Eyes wide and mouth agape Mandy's mother was paralyzed. Liz watched with satisfaction as her guest sat riveted to the screen. Cathy heard something like whispering. Something about turning the image off, but it was far away and quite faint. The alcohol, on the other hand, seemed to have now taken parts of her brain hostage. Her hands were doing things all on their own. Her left hand had risen to cup her right breast while her right hand, fingers really, were stroking her inner thigh at the hem of her hound's tooth skirt. On screen the red head was giving the blonde's tits a voracious tongue lashing. Cathy felt soft lips on her ear and was aware of the soft scent of roses. Her left hand had been pushed aside and there were hands on both her breasts now strumming her rigid nipples. She watched the red head sink to her knees; the blonde had hoisted her butt on to the arm rest of a couch and spread her legs wide. The camera zoomed in for a close up of the bald pink pussy. "Doesn't that look delicious?" the words were whispered in her ear accompanied by hot breath and followed by a tongue. Cathy's only response was a low moan. The red head's face was now inches from the blonde's widely spread snatch, she was licking her way up her co- star's thigh enroute to her destination. Cathy's own fingers moved up her thigh until the grazed the wet silk of her panties. She felt her top being pulled up, but in her trance like state she simply raised her arms to facilitate its removal. Momentary darkness as the embroidery along the neck line of her tee shirt grazed over her nose. The soccer mom would not have been able to say at that moment how she had become naked from the waist up. All she knew was that the sight of the red head licking and sucking the pussy that nearly filled the screen was driving her imagination to places she hadn't been in years. She wished she was between the blonde's legs. She wished it were her tongue stroking over the spongy vulva. Hands were now on her naked tits, cupping them and teasing the thimble sized nipples sticking out of the oversize puckered areola a top the firm round flesh of her breast. She heard the loud groan but didn't realize it was her who had made the wanton sound. Both of her hands were now under the hem of her skirt. Cathy's fingernails were dragging across the tender flesh of her inner thigh and dancing over the saturated silk covering her burning pussy. Breathless words in her ear again "I'll bet she tastes amazing." This time the half naked woman sitting on the couch recognized her own moan. She thrust he hips forward to the edge of the couch. Her skirt stayed put so that the bottom hem was now well above her panty clad crotch. The sight of Cathy's vulva strained against the wet silk was more than the soccer coach could bear. Liz rose from her kneeling position behind the sofa and quickly rid herself of the mauve warm up suit. `The warm up's over' she resolved with a smile lighting up her gorgeous face. The soccer coach pushed the coffee table away to make room for her to kneel between Cathy's legs. Cathy looked down through unfocused eyes and was suddenly jolted back to reality. Her daughter's soccer coach was kneeling between her widely spread legs while she played with herself; and she was naked from the waist up on top of it. She tried to straighten herself up on the couch, pulling her hips back to sit upright. Instinctively her hands came up to cover her naked breasts. She felt the rock hard nipples press into her palms as she did so. "Oh, oh my God!" she wailed "It's OK, just relax sweetheart" Liz soothed. "What...how...oh God!" the soccer mom babbled as she fought to clear her head. `I must be a lot drunker than I thought' she reasoned, thinking she should try to pull the hem of her skirt down to cover her aching womanhood but that would require her to take her shielding hands away from her breasts; so she just wiggled her hips further back on the couch hoping the skirt would come down on its own; it didn't. As a mater of fact it aggravated her problem because it pulled her delicate silk undies nearly off her butt. She felt the damp material being pulled away from her overheated sex. the tendrils of pussy juice tried valiantly to maintain the connection but were inevitably stretched beyond their breaking point and deposited themselves on her inner thighs when the snapped. Wide eyed embarrassed and confused Amanda's mother looked down at the beautiful woman whose face was not much more than a foot from her throbbing cunt. The woman's hands were on the tops of her thighs slowly stroking up and down. "Shhh..." the soccer coach whispered. Cathy was focusing a little better and dared to let her eyes move down to Liz's bare shoulders. `Ohh... her top is off too!' she realized. From deep in her mind came the imagined vision of her host's prominent boobs. `If I just sat a little straighter I'd be able to see them for real'. Pushing the small of her back against the back rest of the couch she looked down between her own widely splayed legs. Liz followed the eye movement and knew exactly where her guests gaze was headed. "Is this what you want to see?" she asked, rising from her haunches until she was kneeling straight up. The melon sized tits came into the shivering woman's view and she gasped. They were even larger and more beautiful than she had imagined. A shock wave rocketed from her clit to her head at the speed of light and she emitted an unintelligible sound. Liz brought her hands up under her heavy breasts and lifted the pliant flesh, as if offering them to her guest. Her thumbs grazed over the red button a top the upturned mounds. The sensitive nipples responded immediately, doubling in size until they were taller than the width of the digit that was troubling them. "Would you like to touch them?" the kneeling woman asked rhetorically, as she pried the seated woman's hands away from her own chest and guided them to hers. Cool air now circulated over Cathy's plump mounds. Her semi dormant nips stiffened in response. With her guests hands now cradling her mammaries Liz leaned forward. "You have such big beautiful nipples" she sighed as she fastened her lips around Cathy's left nipple and began sucking. The seated woman's hands were now trapped between her lover's heavy tits and her own thighs. She might have been able to pull them out if she tried hard enough, but the weight of the soft flesh felt so wonderful squished against her palms and the mind blowing sensation radiating from her left nipple left her incapable of thought, much less movement. Liz expertly licked and kissed and sucked her guest's pert mounds until she felt Cathy's hips begin to heave. `What if she's one of those women who can cum just from having their tits sucked? Better slow down.' Liz straightened up and momentarily admired her work. Amanda's mother's chest glistened with saliva and glowed hot pink. Her guest's head was back, eyes closed and a steady sort of hum vibrated in her throat. Liz descended sucking Cathy's lips and slipping a soft tongue between her teeth. The seated woman's tongue responded automatically poking and exploring the invader. The volume of the moan increased, and Liz felt as if it were being forced into her own mouth. Cathy's head was really spinning now. If this was kissing then she had never been kissed in her life before this moment. The soft sweet way her hosts lips were caressing her mouth was like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was causing the ache between her legs to become unbearable. The kiss was so captivating that it was at least a minute before her brain's sensory input registered the erotic feel of the coach's heavy breasts rubbing on her abdomen. Liz pulled her mouth away. Cathy's head bobbed forward trying to follow the sensuous lips but they were now out of reach. She opened her eyes to see her daughter's coach's gorgeous face smiling down on her. The soccer mom was panting `when she was sucking my face I forgot to breathe' she realized. Sliding back to her kneeling position Liz allowed her gaze to review the whole scene. Her guest's head was back, eyes wide and lipstick smeared. Her chest still had a pinkish tinge but the gumdrop sized nipples had retracted a bit into the puckered areolas. The wrap around skirt was bunched up around her slender waist and the white silk panties were down to a point below her hip bones just barely concealing the coach's ultimate target. Liz lowered herself back onto her haunches and slid her hands up the outsides of Cathy's thighs. "Can I take your panties off?" Liz asked as her fingers hooked the waist elastic. The woman on the couch had slid down during the kiss so that her tail bone was resting on the very outer edge of the couch seat. She moaned, but when Liz started pulling on the fragile white silk, she raised her legs in order to get her knees together, allowing the underwear to move smoothly down her thighs. Liz was treated to the sight of Cathy's labia pressed together by the closing of her knees. Her guest's sex was so flushed it was almost red. In spite of the outer lips being forced together the delicate inner lips were still quite visible. The milky goo that trickled out was streaming between the awkwardly positioned woman's butt cheeks. Liz had to reach over her own head to complete the removal of the white silk. Crawling backward the coach grasped each of her conquest's knees and rested them on her shoulders. Leaning forward her face was less than a foot from the Cathy's steaming womanhood. `Oh god, oh Jesus, is this really happening' the prone soccer mom wondered. Although every nerve in her body was at full stimulation somehow in her mind the whole experience had a dream like quality to it. "You have such a beautiful pussy." Liz whispered while deeply inhaling the sensual scent of arousal. "May I look at you? I want to see everything" Liz started at the bottom of the plump outer lips, sliding her thumbs up prying the slick spongy flesh apart exposing more of the delicate inner lips. Cathy groaned loudly as her most private place was opened to inspection. When she reached the top Liz pushed her thumbs in deeper so they were now pulling the labia minora outward too. Liz considered herself a pussy connoisseur. She had seen licked and sucked more cunts than she could remember, but she loved to inspect each one for its unique characteristics. Missus Sullivan had a very attractive one. The coach wasn't disappointed by the lack of a prominent clitoris. She could see the tiny red bead with practically no hood situated where the inner lips joined at the top. It was barely larger than a grain of rice. Experience told the avid pussy licker that, for this woman, the upper third, maybe even the upper half of her labia was actually part of her clit. As if to evidence the opinion the upper part of Cathy's inner lips were nearly as engorged as the tiny button. So it was somewhat inadvertent that as Liz pulled the slick lips apart she was already contacting the most erogenous part of her guest's body. Liz heard the rhythmic grunting and felt the hips begin to move. She was only slightly disappointed that her partner had past the point of no return. With resignation Liz enveloped the upper part of the pulsating slit between her lips and began to suck. Cathy's hips thrust up to meet the new stimulation pushing her pelvic bone almost painfully against the coach's nose. Liz gripped the slender thighs to subdue the thrusts so she could maintain her oral grip on Cathy's spamming sex. The kneeling woman regretted that the first burst of ejaculate hit under her chin and trickled down her neck. She opened wider to catch the second and third less powerful bursts, which in combination virtually filled her mouth. The final thrust was all upward as Cathy arched her back using Liz's shoulders for leverage, mashing her exploding pussy against that talented mouth. Liz greedily swallowed the cum and lapped at the rest of the flow of juices as her partner's muscles gradually began to relax, and her backside descended to be supported by the edge of the couch once again. The soccer mom's mind as frazzled as it was already beginning to review the experience. `I've never felt anything like that before!' the though seemed to repeat like it was echoing inside her brain. `I thought I'd had some pretty powerful orgasms; but nothing like this. I've never shot out juice, but I felt it; I felt it squirting out Oh God, oh my God my pussy is still vibrating!' the thoughts were playing to a background score of contented moans, not all of them hers. Liz sat with the heel of her right foot pressing into the greasy opening between her legs. She imagined that she could feel her prominent clitoris pressing against her Achilles tendon. Rocking her hips just slightly she was enjoying the subtle contact, as she lay her cheek on Cathy's thigh leaving her nose two inches from the source of the intoxicating fragrance. She felt her guest's hands stroking her sweaty hair and raised her head to see Cathy's loving expression smiling down at her; she smiled back. Amanda's mother's muscles felt weak, almost numb but she managed, if not too gracefully to slide down to the floor so that she was kneeling beside her lover. Liz had her head resting on the couch, those magnificent hooters wobbled naturally to the side. "I want to make you feel good too" Cathy proclaimed as she stroked the coach's shoulder. "Oh Cathy, oh my darling" Liz groaned as she rose up to her knees capturing her partners lips between her own again. They embraced kneeling in front of the couch, lips and tongues exploring, tasting. Cathy realized she was tasting her own cum as she sucked on her partners lips as Liz had taught her such a short time ago. Liz's hands stroked her back and worked their way down to the smooth round buttocks. Cathy could not resist reaching between their bodies to grasp the soft squeezable jugs. She had to pull away to gain access to the plump areolas which were nearly as big as her palms. Placing her palms over each she reveled in the feel of the heavy flesh as she pushed and rolled each of the boobs under her hands. She felt the nipple begin to assert itself, and repositioned her hand to grip the emerging peg, pulling and squeezing. The rubbery protrusions were slick with a coating of pussy juice they had collected from Cathy's thighs. The lubrication made the nipple stimulation that much more pleasurable for the moaning soccer coach. Mandy's mother was surprised by her own aggressiveness as she devoured Liz's face and simultaneously tortured the woman's heaving tits. Cathy would later think that when she pushed the coach to the floor that it was the most aggressive thing she had ever done in her life. Liz looked up with pleading eyes from her prone position on the floor. The kneeling woman wasted no time in attacking the splayed melons a top her partner's chest. `How many times had she fingered herself to orgasm imagining mashing her face into the soft pliable flesh of another woman's breasts? Never mind too many too count.' Cathy tried to absorb the reality of the sensations as she captured the coach's nipple between her teeth and lashed it with her tongue. Pushing from the outsides with her hands to force the impressive orbs up on top of her rib cage, the kneeling soccer mom worked one tit thoroughly and then repeated with its twin. Back and forth she knew she could never get enough. Liz put her hands behind her lover's head and encouraged the ravenous attention to her twin beauties. Cathy was suddenly overcome with the desire for more. Squeezing her own face between the soft tits she trailed her tongue down the center of Liz's abdomen, pausing to clean out the tiny navel, she continued down to the bald pubic bone and the top of the bubbling crease. Sitting back she took her turn to examine her partner's womanhood. She had never seen an aroused pussy before, and the sight was absolutely riveting. She hadn't even had an opportunity to see an un-aroused adult vulva since high school; in the flesh. Now here it was hers for the taking. She ran her hands tenderly over her partner's entire pelvic region, scrapping her finger nails here and there as she progressed to the widely spread thighs. Liz groaned again more loudly this time, and her hands had replaced Cathy's mouth providing stimulation to her throbbing nipples. "Darling, oh darling please" she begged as her hips rose off the floor. Cathy was amazed at her composure as she continued to stroke all around the swollen pubes. "It's my turn to look." Cathy asserted as she hooked her thumbs low in the slippery recesses of the coach's labia. The kneeling woman could already see the red peg protruding from under the fold of skin at the top of the slit. `My god that's her clit!' Mandy's mom realized. `It's ten times the size of mine!' she though with a sudden feeling of inadequacy washing over her. The urge to feel the coach's ultimate pleasure spot was overwhelming. Cathy's thumb slid up over the red protruding organ, and for just an instant she had the chance to marvel at how hard it was `like a little cock' she thought but the next instant all hell broke loose. The coach's hips shot up off the floor until she was nearly doing a shoulder stand. Cathy was totally unprepared for the violence of the thrust. Her thumb was plunged deep into Liz's overheated crevice which only seemed to cause the hips to thrust higher seeking more penetration. Instinctively Cathy brought her other hand into the game and inserted three fingers deep into the bubbling twitching vagina. Another deep guttural scream from her lover encouraged her to pump rapidly in and out, feeling the flood of fluid coating her entire hand. As the climax subsided Cathy brought her cum drenched hand to her mouth and had her first taste of another woman. Tentatively at first, it only took seconds before she was lapping her hand like a cat at a dish of cream. She was contentedly cleaning the sweet juice from her hand when Liz's moaning caused her to look back to the beautiful naked form writhing on the floor. Her eyes were drawn to the extraordinarily swollen vulva. In spite of the fullness the soccer mom could still see the red tip of the coach's clit poking through. Cathy was magnetically drawn to taste the sweet juice from its source. Lying on her belly she fastened her lips around the little red organ and began sucking and licking the thick fluid. Liz screamed as her subsiding orgasm was suddenly reignited. Her hips bucked against Cathy's determined mouth "Oh...oh.....oh my God...Mandy" Liz wailed as the second orgasm reached its peak. The coach's thighs had closed on her ears, and Cathy was quite absorbed in her very first pussy eating experience but she was still heard her daughter's name; or did she? The soccer mom's brain was much too overextended to be able to reason. She convinced herself for the moment that she had misheard the coach's wail. `It could have been Cathy she was saying' but somewhere deep down she knew she heard correctly the first time. It wasn't until much later, when she was back home, that she was able to ponder what it might have meant. Right now she deliberately pushed all thought aside and immersed herself in the sensual paradise that up until that afternoon had only been a fantasy. Later in the shower she as she washed Liz's awesome breasts and felt the steady pounding of her pulse in her clit images of her daughter standing naked in the hallway invaded her mind. Cathy pushed them out by kissing her new lover using the mind numbing technique she had learned that very day. "You learn fast!" Liz exclaimed breathlessly when their lips finally parted. Gazing into Cathy's eyes and stroking the soccer mom's wet hair she said "there's so much more I want to teach you." Mandy's mother moaned at the prospects but her sense of responsibility interceded. "I can hardly wait, but it'll have to. I've got to get home Mandy will be on her way from school any minute." Then she started sucking the coach's face again.