Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2006 23:22:09 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: Girls Basketball (lesbian / adult youth, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenager and a woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2006 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Girls Baskerball By Jan Joann Hated to go to school every day. It was not that she was a bad student. In reality she was an excellent. She was shy about expressing herself. If called upon to read something she spoke barley above a whisper. If forced to stand in front of the class she slouched in a vain attempt to hide her stature. Both of her parents were rather tall but she could be called a giant. The other children teased her because of her height. It is treatable when a grade school girl can hardly fit into the classroom desks. Because she thought of herself as unattractive she neglected her physical appearance. Her hair was a dull brown and she had it cut short so that she didn't have to mess with it. She had never plucked her eyebrows so they were thick. Makeup was something she never thought of. He selection of clothes was reduced to what she thought would not make her look taller and draw unwanted attention to her. The result only made her stand out more. Boys teased her daily and girls avoided her like a social Typhoid Mary. The result made her a very unhappy young girl. By the time she was about to enter high school she was well over six-feet tall. All of the attractive girls were being pursued by horny boys that wanted into their pants. Some were very willing to provide the boys with their sexual favors. All of the talk about sex made Joann even more isolated from the rest of her class. The Physical Education Department saw her height as nothing more that possibly a means to a basketball championship. They started grooming her to be the center of the team because she was still growing. They knew how shy she was and had to be very careful to build up her confidence. The coaches worked her during the off season to build up her endurance and self confidence. They didn't want her breaking down crying when opponents and rival school fans teased her about her height. They toughened her up so that if someone elbowed her she did retreat but was willing to fight back. She was still on the junior varsity team but was starting to gain a little respect from classmates. She was still a social outcast. Joann was not immune to sexual desires but she was naive about what to do about her desires. The teenaged boys were intimidated about asking a girl tall enough to look down on the top of their heads and they were the same ones that had tormented her in grammar school. She hated most of them. She did enjoy playing challenge basketball after school with them. When these guys hacked her she would through swing an elbow and bloody their nose, black and eye or split a lip. When they fouled her the next time they tried go for a lay-up she would put a body check on them that would send them sprawling on the ground. She her goal was to crack ribs. She developed a way to make it look like she was throwing up her arms to block a shot at the same time driving a knee into the side of a shooters knee in such a way that his he had all of his weight on that leg it would blow out the knee. She didn't do that in games against girls because she didn't want to hurt them. If a girl did deliberately try to foul her she did have the skill to make them pay for it. By the time she was moved up to varsity in her sophomore year she was respected throughout the league. They knew any rough play would draw quick retribution. Her sex life changed during the summer between her freshmen and sophomore years. She was invited by the girls on the varsity team to join them on a vacation trip with them to southern California. Apparently one of the girls had a relative had access to a beach home on Balboa Island. She had no idea where that was but it promised to be fun. She had no idea that the strip of sandy land sticking out into the Pacific Ocean was the playground of the rich. The beach homes were rather small and crammed against each other. The fifteen girls that made the trip were reduced to sleeping on the floors because the three bedrooms could not handle that many girls. They had to go shopping in all of the local shopping malls. These girls had never seen that many New York based retail stores in one place. They also had to check out Disneyland too. Then the girls started getting invited to parties on the island. Joann went along with them. The parties were wild things. They seamed to be held by college sorties or fraternities. She met athletes from schools like the University of Southern California (USC) and The University of California at Los Angles (UCLA). She was intimidated by the press of bodies crammed into the small apartments. For the first time in her life her height was not a social handicap. There were guys and gals almost as tall as her all over the place. It shocked her and she retreated from the social whirlwind. She took to spending most of her time on the beach. She found a quiet beach on the sheltered side of the island so she would not have to fight the breaking waves. She could walk out into the cool water and float until she felt cold and then recline on the beach to sun herself. She had promised herself that she was going to return home to Illinois with a tan. While she was lying on a town with a hat over her face a woman approached and blocked the sun as she excused herself and asked if she minded if she sunned herself next to her. Joann lifted the front of her hat and squinted to look up at the women. She assured her that it was fine if she wanted to sunbath next to her. At the same time she took a good look at her. The woman was a very attractive woman about five- foot eight. She had bleached blonde hair that shinned like gold. If Joann were to guess she would have guessed her to be between 38 and 42 years old. Her figure looked like something from one of those male adult magazines. The bikini she had on was a high rise that had narrow straps going up over her wide hips making the little white strip of material covering her vulva look like the letter V. The cups of the top were little triangles that did little more than cover her areolas and nipples. Even at that the nipples stuck the cloth out showing them off. She had a nice tan that showed that she spent a lot of time on the beaches. She spread out her blanket next to Joann and settled down. She introduced herself as Maggie. She added that she had seen her at the party last night and she added that she felt out of place among so many will college students. Joann blushed as she admitted that she was still a high school girl. The woman got very interested. Joann told her that she was just turning fifteen. She told the woman about the teammate that had invited the basketball team for a beach vacation in California. The woman assured her that she had assumed that she was either a basketball or volleyball player from either USC or UCLA. That flattered Joann very much. The woman asked her if she had ever played beach volleyball. Joann said that she had only played indoor volleyball at school. The woman assured her that she had to check it out with her. She gathered up her towel and helped Joann up. She led the girl over to the seaward side of the island where there was several volleyball nets set up. There was one game going on with teams of six. The game that Maggie led her to was four girls playing two on two. They were tall girls with golden tans. The two of them stood there watching the game. Joann could not believe the way these girls dove to dig the ball out of the sand. The sound of the ball bouncing off of forearms sounded like leather slapping skin and one girl would go up to block the ball before it could cross the net. She was very impressed with the speed of the game. The girls were so graceful. She was quick to see that her height would work in her favor in this game. Maggie pointed out the rules and told her the names of the moves they were doing. When the game was over the four girls hugged Maggie and eyed Joann and asked if she wanted to play. They knew by her white skin that she was not a local but figured any girl as tall as her had to be a player. She accepted and she and Maggie took on the winners. They lost of course in quick order. Joann's legs felt like she was running in quicksand. She was sweating and exhausted by the end of the game but she learned fast. She even managed to block a couple of shots. After the game she was invited to join them for a beer. They headed for an outdoor tavern with a view of the beach. No one asked her for ID. After all who would suspect a girl more than sex-foot six of only being 15? They talked about the game for a long time and Joann had several beers. She was a little tipsy when the four girls excused themselves. They pleaded with Joann to come play with them while she was vacationing. They assured her that she would become an avid beach volleyball player. After they left Maggie invited Joann to visit her apartment. They only had to walk a short distance to reach her apartment. Joann was very impressed with it. It looked like something out of a rich and famous magazine. Everything was so tasteful. The second floor had a cross breeze that made the rooms cool. The verandah gave them a marvelous view of the sun setting. The sum looked orange as it was half way down and the apartment had a golden hue. Maggie said my bathing suit is full of sand. I need a shower. Why don't you join in? Joann suddenly realized her crotch was raw from the sand that had gotten into her bathing suit. She had showered with her teammates for a year and never thought anything abut it. They headed for the bathroom and removed their clothes. Joann was duly impressed. The pink marble bathroom was to die for. The tub was large enough for three or four people. The shower was so large it didn't even have a door. Maggie stepped into the shower and turned it on. She adjusted the temperature to her satisfaction. Joann was quick to learn the advantages of this shower. There was not just one shower head over their heads. There three heads at different elevation on the three walls. As tall as Joann was the highest ones only hit her below the shoulders. She noticed the middle ones hit Maggie right her breast and the lower ones hit her on the crotch. Maggie adjusted the shower heads so the higher ones were pointing up so that they were getting her head wet. The middle ones until they were spraying her breasts. A simple adjustment sent the lower spray at her crotch. To Joann it was like a massager on her body. When Maggie picked up a washrag and started soaping up her own body Joann started doing the same. She washed the sand out of her hair. She had her eyes closed to keep the soap out of her eyes when she felt soft hands on her small breasts. Joann had never been touched like that and she froze. Maggie was very gentle about soaping the breasts. She held the washcloth in one hand and used the other hand to wipe the soap away. Joann's nipples responded. The feeling left her breathless. She felt dizzy and leaned against the wall between the shower heads. As she leafed against the wall Maggie started washing Joann's crotch. Joann found herself moaning as the older woman started using her hand to massage her vulva. The brown hair matted to her body. Maggie slipped and finger into the vaginal crack to stimulate the girl's clitoris. She skillfully masturbated Joann and when she had the girl panting like a sprinter that had just finished a race she slipped a finger into Joann's vagina. When she felt the hymen she knew she was seducing a virgin. She withdrew her finger and while making eye contact with Joann she knelt to the floor and parted Joann's labia to get a good look at her cunt. She saw the ragged shin protecting the opening of the girl's vagina. She placed her mouth over the opening and used her tongue to probe the depths. When she met resistance she pressed her tongue hard against the hymen. Joann cried out as her hymen gave way. She pleaded with the woman to stop but the damage had been done. The woman was lapping up the virgin blood of the girl. As the pain subsided Joann found that her vagina was giving her crotch a tingling sensation that was taking her breathe away. She wanted to sit down but the woman between her legs was preventing her. She had never felt anything like that before. Maggie sucked up the juices of the girl as it was mixed with the water from the shower. When Joann finished shaking and recovered enough to stand up. Maggie turned off the water and reached for a large bath towel. She dried Joann off and then herself. Maggie led the girl naked into the living room where they could sit on a sofa and watch the last rays of sunlight making the underside of clouds look orange. Joann was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say. She had heard about lesbian sex but never thought about it before. Her religious background made that kind of sex sound like she would go straight to hell. The thrill this older woman had just given her made everything she had been taught sound like a lie. Maggie put her arm around the girl and pulled her head close so that she could kiss her on the mouth. She soon had Joann responding to the kisses and returning them. When Maggie felt Joann's tongue starting to probe her mouth she placed a hand on one of the small breasts. She used a finger to stimulate the nipple. Joann had admired the woman's large breast the moment she saw her. She reached for one and found that it was pliable and the nipple sprang beck when her fingers moved past it. She had an overwhelming desire to suck on the tit. She lowered her head and took the nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard on the nipple. Maggie started stroking Joann's hair with one hand. With her other hand she reached for Joann's crotch. She was a pro at masturbating and soon had Joann panting. She didn't stop until Joann climaxed again. She begged Joann to stay with her the rest of her visit. Joann wondered how she could tell her teammates and keep them from finding out where she was. It took a little convincing on Maggie's part. Joann finely retrieved the phone number and called it. One of the girls's answered the phone and started telling Joann that everyone was going to a party. She was telling her that she should come with them there were going to be college men there. Joann said she had a date of her own. The girl assumed that Joann was with a guy. Joann didn't correct her and hung up. Maggie took her to bed and performed oral sex on her again. Joann had enjoyed her first two oral sex acts and wondered if she could do that. When she expressed doubts about her ability to kiss a pussy like that. Maggie assured her that she didn't have to make love to her. She was quick to ass that if she wanted to try she would be happy to help. Maggie reclined on the bed and spread her tanned legs. Joann positioned herself between the legs and inspected the woman's pussy. Maggie was clean shaven. The labia gave her pussy the look of a razor clam. Joann was able to suck the flabby flesh into her mouth without touching the vulva. She liked the taste and stuck her tongue into the valley. The clit was a resistant little nodule that she flicked with her tongue. Maggie was getting so excited that she could not restrain herself. She was not thinking about not frightening the girl. She placed both hands on the back of Joann's head. As she humped her pussy against her face she pulled the girl's head down. It would have been a very erotic sight indeed. It would have been hard to say who was face-fucking who. When Maggie climaxed it was as exciting for Joann as it was for Maggie. They clung to each other in a tangle of arms and legs. The fact that Joann was so much taller she practically hid the older woman. During the night they woke up several times and performed oral sex on each other again. In the morning Maggie gave Joann a bikini like her own. They returned to the beach and Joann plied beach volleyball until exhaustion and hunger demanded that she eat. Maggie and the other girls knew where to get plenty of carbohydrates that were delicious. She developed into a pretty good beach volleyball player over the week. She found out that there was good money in pro beach volleyball. She wondered it there was a league back home. That was something to look into after basketball. While her teammates were getting drunk, sleeping day and getting laid by older guys Joann was playing volleyball all day. She was getting a great tan too. Between matches she was eating like a horse. Maggie was the jealous type. When one of the girls on the beach would make a pass at Joann Maggie would find them off. Maggie was also an insatiable lover. She would make love to Joann until she girl would simply fall asleep. When she had to tell Maggie she had to go home there were enough tears to bath in. Joann rejoined her friends and they could not get over her tan. They also tried to get her to tell them who the guy was she was fucking. She only admitted it was an older person. They assumed it was a man. When she got home she looked into the location of the nearest beach volleyball location. She figured someday she would have to move there. In the meantime she would play indoors between basketball seasons. Her coaches could not get over how mush stronger and agile she was. She led the team to a championship her sophomore year. She was still growing when she finished high school and had three championship rings to her name and colleges pounding at her door. She had been planning for the past three years to select either USC or UCLA's offers. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com