Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2007 03:30:05 -0400 From: J W Subject: Soccer Practice Will Never be the Same Amanda Sullivan had tears in her eyes as she ran toward the soccer pitch and her team mates already warming up for the game. Her mother informed her on the way to the sports complex that they would have to leave at half time. The urgent meeting her mother was required to attend at eight that night was at her employer's head office, which was a two hour drive. Cathy Sullivan watched her teenaged daughter's athletic body smoothly cover the hundred yards to the chalk lined field. She was sad that her job was interfering with her daughter's passion for soccer, but there really was no alternative. The emergency sales meeting would go until at least eleven and she knew there was no way she could find the energy to make the trek back to the bedroom community afterward. Her boss had already agreed to let her use one of the courtesy condos for the night. The company owned a couple of them for out of town visitors and clients. An over protective nature would not allow her to consider leaving Amanda alone for the night, so she'd have to come along. Cathy slid out of the SUV and strode toward Elizabeth Nelson, the girl's soccer coach, to break the news. Liz was standing at the edge of the penalty box watching her team's warm up drill. At five foot seven she was easy to spot, towering a head above her players. She wore the same green and white soccer uniform, but certainly filled it out more than the adolescent athletes that surrounded her. The coach commanded respect and admiration not only from her players, but everyone in the league. It had only been a few years since she retired from the English National Team. She not only thoroughly knew the sport but she was still quite good at it. Cathy caught sight of her daughter striking a warm up shot. Amanda was also a little bigger and more developed than the other girls. She was already borrowing clothes from her mother, including bras. Cathy knew it wouldn't be long before Mandy needed a `C' cup, the clothes sharing days were numbered. The sports bra Mandy wore did a good job of hiding the advanced development of her bust. Cathy was surprised that Liz didn't wear one; she definitely needed the constraint if she planned to do any running. The coach's bossom was somewhat out of proportion with her otherwise slim build. As she crossed the sideline Cathy called out; "Hey Liz!" Cathy was stunned as always by the beauty of her daughter's coach who turned to greet her. The short blonde hair framed a face that could easily be mistaken for a cover girl. Although she wore no make up her flawless skin radiated a healthy athletic glow. "Hi Cathy, you forgot your lounge" Liz said in her sweet London accent. "I'm sorry to say we won't be staying long enough for me to need my chair. I've got to drive into the city for a meeting at eight, so Mandy and I will have to head out at half time." "Oh, that's a shame." Liz replied. "She does so live to play." The coach paused taking in Cathy's disappointment. "What if Amanda spent the night with me?" "Oh I couldn't impose on you." Cathy replied to the unexpected offer, but her heart leapt at the possibility. "It wouldn't be any trouble at all. (It sounded like o'll). My house is actually a couple of blocks closer to the school than yours. I'd really enjoy the opportunity to get to know Amanda better." "Well if you really wouldn't mind, I know Mandy would be thrilled. She talks about you all the time. Coach said this, coach said that" Cathy chuckled. "It's settled then. You go and attend to your business; Amanda and I will have a perfectly delightful girl's night in." "Thank you so much!" the young mother bubbled, "I'll just go and get her overnight bag." Cathy headed back toward the parking lot while Liz ogled the sexy sway of her hips under the light summer dress. The coach's mind was already planning her `delightful' evening. Turning her attention back to the warm up, she zeroed in on Amanda Sullivan. The girl's shoulder length sandy hair was pulled back into a pony tail; her boyish hips and ass were concealed by the loose soccer shorts. Above the waist Liz thought she detected more maturity, but the baggy shirt made it hard to see much detail. The young Miss Sullivan definitely wore a bra though, that much she could tell. Many of her team mates had not reached that stage but for Liz that wasn't all bad. She often got a sensual thrill from seeing the pre-pubescent nipples poking through the thin cotton jerseys. The coach forced her attention back to matters at hand, since any more daydreaming about her post game plans was going to make her thong uncomfortably damp. The game played as usual with some remarkably good play, and some remarkably bad; Amanda's team eeked out a 1 - 0 victory. Liz watched with satisfaction as the girls lined up for the traditional post game hand shakes. Her team returned to the sideline to collect their water bottles and towels; "Practice on Tuesday at four sharp!" coach Nelson announced over the excited victory chatter. "Good game ladies." From the throng Amanda approached smiling and bathed in sweat. Liz felt a tug at her nipples looking at her charge's adorable features. "Let's hit the showers!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arm around Mandy's shoulder which brought her substantial breast into contact with the girl's upper arm. Liz felt the heat through her tee shirt and bra sending a delicious tingle into her already semi stiff nipple. They marched in step into the parking lot. "You played an awesome game sweetheart!" Liz congratulated, giving her star player a little squeeze. During the short ride to the coach's house Liz proposed her plan for the evening; "After we get cleaned up I've got a lovely potato and cheese casserole for dinner. If you want we could watch a movie while we eat." "That sounds great!" Amanda bubbled, looking adoringly at Coach Nelson guiding her sleek red sports car through the moderate traffic. She was surprised at herself for noticing how the coach's breast strained against the team jersey when they rounded the corner on to the secluded residential street. Once in the driveway of the modest bungalow the young women wasted no time in entering. Amanda was impressed by the elegance of the entry hall with its white marble floor and a mahogany table with a bouquet of flowers providing a rich contrast. "Go straight down the hall, my bedroom is at the very end. The bathroom is just to your left." Liz instructed "I'll go and get dinner in the oven." Liz watched the leggy bare foot teenager make her way down the hall. Her anticipation of the delightful evening to come caused a tickle between her legs. She couldn't resist reaching down to give her bald pubes a little slap through the shorts and thong. The love tap sent a rocket of pleasure up into her head as she moved toward the kitchen. Amanda opened the door to the bathroom and was greeted by a sensory delight. There was a faint but noticeable floral fragrance in the very large bathing suite. The stone tiled walls were a very subtle rose color. In the back corner to her left was a large whirlpool tub which was a deeper rose shade but not quite pink. In the other back corner there was a glass block wall. Between the tub and the glass block wall a small lounge stood against the rear wall. Amanda entered closing the door behind her. When she reached the lounge she saw the opening in the glass blocks. The patrician wall separated a very large shower area. There were a whole bunch of nozzles pointed toward the center of the stall; Mandy had never seen anything like it. `You could fit half the team in there' she thought. She turned the temperature control valve conveniently located beside the entrance to the medium position. Water immediately began flowing from a spigot near the floor. Sliding a lever at the bottom of the valve, each of the eight or ten heads sputtered in turn as they coughed up their air and then began their continuous steaming spray. Mandy grasped her team jersey bottom with crossed arms and stripped it over her head in one smooth motion. Tossing her top on the lounge she released the draw string and pushed her shorts over her slender hips. When they hit the floor she athletically kicked them up to her hand and threw them on top of her sweater. Grasping the bottom of the elastic sports bra and peeling it up over her head she was overcome with relief as her boobs popped out to their normal dimensions. She gave her firm tits a playful squeeze trying to massage away the compressed feeling. The twitch between her legs made her sigh. Hooking her thumbs in the elastic waist band of the thong, it was quickly down around her ankles. Stepping out of it with her left foot she casually flipped it on to the lounge with her right. Completely naked she turned toward the large steam filled shower stall. Just for a moment she paused to admire her reflection in the mirror over the vanity along the far side of the room. She was noticing changes on a weekly basis. It seemed like only a couple of weeks ago that she had no discernable waist, now the flair of her maturing hips gave it a pinched appearance. Her breasts seemed to grow daily, although she knew they were always a little swollen during her period. The nipples had changed so much in the past couple of months that she hardly recognized them as her own. They were over an inch across and when they were cold or when she played with them they stood out like big gum drops. As a mater of fact they were about half way to that state right now. Her ass was still kind of boyish, but even it was beginning to plump up. Stripping the scrunchy out of her hair, she released her pony tail giving her shoulder length blonde hair a shake she stepped into the invigorating steams of water. Her muscles, a bit sore from the game, released quickly under the warm therapeutic pounding. With the multiple sprays trained on her the sweat and grime was flushed away in seconds. Mandy let one of the higher positioned jets strafe through her hair. In the back corner of the glass walled enclosure was a fairly large shelf just below waist high. On the shelf were several plastic bottles of bath products. Amanda chose an herbal shampoo first and vigorously lathered her hair. She almost giggled at how it made her boobs jiggle. With her eyes still closed to keep from getting soap in them she positioned herself to let the high hard nozzle rinse the shampoo out. Even when the soap was gone she stayed like that enjoying the warm water that seemed to caress her body from every direction at once. "It feels wonderful, doesn't it?" Amanda's head snapped forward in shock at the sound of the coach's voice. Her eyes were incredibly wide as she struggled to focus through the steam. Liz Nelson, former star of the British Women's Soccer Team, stood in the shower's entry way completely naked. Her very large breasts rested on her rib cage but turned upward at the end so that her cupcake sized nipples pointed slightly up and to the outside. Amanda could not keep her eyes from moving down the naked form in the doorway; across the flat plain of her belly to the womanly swell of her hips. There between the muscular thighs was her coach's bald vulva. The girl was able to make out the protruding inner lips even through the steamy spray. Liz stepped into the shower enclosure. Amanda out of reflex retreated up against the back wall. It was amazing how small the huge shower stall had become. Liz began a slow pirouette in the vortex of the warm sprays. Amanda could only stand and gape at the spectacle. It was as if her coach were on a turntable so that all of her charms could be displayed to her stationary observer. Mandy's eyes swept from the tile floor to the top of Liz's head as second by second a different facet of her slim chiseled body came into view. In profile her awesome knockers almost looked out of place. When the face on view came around the girl focused on the bare mound with its delicate pink protrusions. Having rotated four or five times Liz was finally stationary, letting the surround spray do its work. Mandy felt her heart skip a beat when the coach put her hands under her own boobs and lifted the pliant flesh toward the spray. Two of the more focused sprays were now impacting directly on each her huge and growing nipples. Liz let out a low groan. "Ugh! God that fells so good!" She stood there squeezing her melons and enjoying the erotic stimulation. As though she just realized she wasn't alone she turned to Mandy and said; "Here, you've got to try it!" Without waiting for a response Liz took Mandy by the upper arms and guided her toward the focused spray. With the girl now in front of her Liz reached up and re-aimed the nozzles to compensate for their height difference. She carefully focused the jets on Amanda's sensitive nipples. Mandy felt the tantalizing spray on her nips and gasped at the stimulation. A steady pounding had begun between her legs. Coach Nelson reached under the girl's arms and lightly cupped the underside of the firm tits. Then she began gently rotating the girl's torso back and forth so the spray impacted on her breasts away from the sensitive and now very erect tips and then back on to the plump nipple again. The sensation was so overwhelming that Mandy was amazed that her brain was still able to register the erotic feel of her coach's stiff nipples rubbing across her slippery shoulders. Liz was enjoying the feel of the girl's soft flesh on her `glass cutting' hard nips. "See how good that feels?" Liz breathed into Mandy's ear, and then stuck her tongue in. Amanda moaned at the new sensation. Liz slid her right hand down across the girl's heaving tummy until she encountered the sparse pubic hair. Letting her fingers feel their way to the top of the pulsing cleft, she said "Do you feel I right here?" and she pressed hard enough that her finger slipped between the plump outer lips. "Yeess!" Mandy responded and it came out as a wail. The coach quickly removed her hand from her star player's pubes, "Not yet sweetheart, and not like this." Liz turned the girl and lifted her as though she were weightless on to the shelf in the corner of the enclosure. Plastic toiletries clattered to the tile floor as Amanda's tush displaced them. Lowering herself to her knees, Liz spread the teenager's legs and claimed her prize. The throbbing pussy was dribbling its milky nectar and mixing with the water that was dripping from everywhere. The beautiful deep pink labial folds were open like a flower in full bloom. At the top of the crease Liz located her pea sized target. Pausing only a moment to inhale the heady sweet aroma she drove her tongue as deep as she could into the girl's quim. Liz heard the scream but it was muffled as the girl's thighs slammed shut on her ears. Opening her mouth Liz was able to capture the spasming love button and suck hard. Mandy's hips thrust violently toward her but Liz met the force with her strong neck and shoulder muscles, pinning the writhing young woman to the tile shelf. When Mandy felt the coach's tongue enter her she felt like there had been an explosion between her legs. The explosion shot a pleasure wave up through her body that was so intense she thought for sure she would pass out. She felt her thighs clamp on the coach's head but what happened after that was indescribable. A new stimulation piled on top of the climax she was already experiencing. It was as if she had floated right out of her body. The mind numbing pleasure was everywhere and nowhere at once. She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there on the shelf. When her mind began to return she realized that she was moaning and twitching. As much as she tried to regain control of her muscles she found that she was completely unable to move. She did manage to look down to see her coach kneeling between her legs, gently massaging her quivering thighs. "Wow! That was a powerful one." Liz sighed. Mandy managed to smile and coak "Unbelievable! I never dreamed anything could feel that good." Soccer coach Liz Nelson gracefully rose from her knees. Leaning forward slightly to stroke the girl's wet hair; Amanda was amazed at how her lover's breasts hung like pendulums from her chest. "Mandy," Liz cooed "would you do it for me, I really, really need it." Amanda slipped off the shelf onto rubbery legs; if the coach hadn't caught her she might have wound up on the floor. The girl sunk to her knees which put her face at eye level with the coach's pussy. She never thought she would be this close to another woman's vagina, but here she was, wanting to get even closer; inside in fact. Liz let out a deep moan as Mandy stroked her upper thighs. Liz turned around and hiked her butt up on to the well used shelf. Spreading her legs she looked down as the teenager inspected her mature vulva. The young woman stared in wonder at the highly aroused sex organ less than a foot from her face. The large outer lips glowed a subtle pink but the inner more delicate folds were a very deep pink and coated with a milky fluid; some of which had tendrils that attached themselves to coach's upper thighs. Protruding proudly at the top was a thicker fold with what looked like the tip of a finger, except that it was red, peeking out from underneath. Amanda was intoxicated by the sweet pungent smell. She looked up at her coach who she so wanted to please; "I don't know what to do." She sobbed "It's OK, it's OK sweetheart." Liz breathed "First just use our fingers to open me." Amanda reached forward and tentatively pulled the slippery lips outward; "Like this?" she asked, looking up for approval. "Grip them with your fingers and pull them." Liz groaned. Mandy managed to get a hold of the soft wet flesh and pulled outward. She was treated to a view of Liz's dark love tunnel which had a lot more of the milky stuff running out of it. "Now put your fingers inside." Mandy released the labia she was pulling on with her right hand and slid her ring finger into the bubbling pussy. "Arrggh, oh yeah. Put two, no three, put three fingers inside me!" Amanda was amazed at how easily her fingers slid into the slippery depths. "Deeper, push them in deeper, as far as you can!" The girl felt her knuckles against the soft fleshiness of Liz's mons and kept pushing seeming to squash the vulva into the vagina. "Yeah, yeah like that, just like that; now go in and out, in and out." Mandy started pumping her three fingers in and out of the saturated cunt. She realized at some point that she was now using four fingers, and when she pushed in hard it was nearly her whole hand. "Faster, faster! Liz croaked breathlessly. Mandy applied herself to the task with zeal. The teenager looked up to see that Liz had her hands under her massive breasts. She lifted the right boob to her mouth and sucked hard on the rigid nipple, then grasped it with her teeth and pulled it out until it was two inches long returning her face back down to the jiggling flesh Amanda could see her cheeks flex inward from the force of her sucking. She repeated the process on her left tit, gasping "faster, harder!" between sucks. Mandy's arm was beginning to tire but she knew she couldn't stop. Just when Mandy was pretty sure she was going to disappoint her idol, Liz's hand came down and gripped her pounding clit between her fingers. The coach's finger tips were on the top of her mound and she had her engorged clitoris trapped between two of her fingers. The woman's hand began a very fast circular motion tugging and pulling the love button in every direction. Amanda didn't know why she did it, she hadn't really thought about it, but for some reason she made a fist with her small hand and plunged it into her coach's pussy up to the wrist. Liz orgasmed so hard she would later think `it's a lucky thing I didn't break her arm'. Mandy was valiantly trying to maintain her thrusting action but Liz's hips had become a rapidly moving target as they gyrated with her climax. Mandy's fist was still inside her coach up beyond her wrist bone. As Liz began to regain some control she released her quivering clit and gently pulled the teenager's arm out of her snatch. Then she let herself slide down off the shelf until she was sitting on the floor with her best striker. "Whew, I haven't cum like that in a long time." Liz sighed "That was fun!" Mandy said and laid her head on her coach's shoulder. Soccer practice was never going to be quite the same.