Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2021 16:13:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Softball Bed Check This is a work of fiction. None of these people exist, or have ever existed. If you are offended by mature lesbians frolicking with underage girls, I urge you to read no further. (Ff, ff, Fff, Fff. Lesbian Athletics). >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jo Turnbull was the varsity softball coach at Rancho Vista High School in a small Southern California community in San Diego County. Jo was a very successful player at national power, the University of Arizona, and played for a couple of years professionally in Japan before returning to the States to earn her teaching credential. In addition to coaching softball, "Miss Turnbull," or "Coach Jo," as she was better known, also taught math classes. At just 32, "Coach Jo" was a fitness fanatic, and could often be seen running around the school athletic fields and in her neighborhood. With a trim, muscular, athletic body, the 5'8" blonde looked like she could still cover a lot of ground in centerfield. The high school track boys who were running laps on the athletic field always seemed to find a way to take a lap around the softball diamond, so that they could get a view of "Coach Jo" in shorts, instructing her team. Coach Jo was young, enthusiastic, and full of energy. Her students, male and female, enjoyed her stories surrounding her college and professional sports experiences. She told her stories with great relish and humor, and was always open to any questions on any subject. In the summer months, with school out, Jo earned extra money by coaching one of the local travel ball squads. Rancho Vista was an affluent bedroom community. Parents, dreaming of athletic scholarships for their children, thought little of paying for private instruction, or expensive travel ball clubs. It was also a way to keep the kids busy and supervised during the day. Multi-age private travel ball clubs were proved to be lucrative in the area for baseball, softball, and girls and boys soccer. There were even elite swim clubs in the area. Jo Turnbull was entering her third year as the head coach of the U-13 "Blasters." The squad would turn over every year except for a player or two, as the girls aged up to the U-15 squad. Jo was so committed to the success of the team that she had even become licensed to drive a 20-passenger luxury bus to road contests, and out of town weekend tournaments. As a math teacher, Jo very carefully drew up accurate budgets so that parents would know, almost to the dollar, what their expected expenditures for the season would be. Training, coaching, travel costs, hotels, meals, would all be carefully factored in for the U-13 parents. Due to the expenses involved, the team was comprised of some very excellent players, and some girls who perhaps had delusional parents regarding their abilities. Coach Jo made sure that all of the girls had a happy experience, and stressed that they would win and lose as a "team." No blame was every publicly attached to any girl for poor performance. Every parent would admit that Coach Jo made every effort to provide the maximum individual instruction to each player. The parents received their money's worth. Jo's previous two teams had been happy and successful. She had no reason to believe that year three would prove otherwise. There were fourteen girls on the U-13 Blasters. U-13 meant that the girls could not turn 13-years old before September 1. So, each squad was comprised of girls who would be entering 6th or 7th grades in the fall. "Coach Jo" had one paid assistant, 16-year old Tammy Meyers, the star pitcher of her Rancho Vista HS squad. With fourteen girls to monitor, especially on road trips, Coach Jo needed the extra assistance. "Coach Tammy" would earn a considerable chunk of change for her summer work. Tammy and Coach Jo had convinced Tammy's widowed mother, Mrs. Myers, that rather than joining her and her younger siblings in visiting Tammy's grandmother in Virginia for the summer, it would be better if she coached softball with "Miss Turnbull," and that way she could work on her pitching skills at the same time. Coach Jo explained to Tammy's mother that she would only be too happy to host Tammy for the summer, and that she had an extra bedroom at her home. "Working over the summer as a coach," Jo explained, "Would teach Tammy leadership and responsibility." Tammy's mother was a bit suspicious of the relationship between the two young women, but had to acknowledge that Tammy was happy, received excellent grades, and was quickly becoming one of the elite high school pitchers in the softball-rich San Diego Country area. After thinking about it overnight, Mrs. Meyers acquiesced to the summer arrangement. "She's a big girl now," thought Mrs. Meyers. "I trust Tammy's decisions. Besides, I may just be imagining things." The first practice had concluded for the day, and Jo drove home looking forward to a shower. As she took off her clothes, she stopped to admire her naked features in the mirror: Pretty face, nice teeth, gorgeous blonde hair, firm 36-C boobs, and a tanned body without an ounce of fat. Yes, at 32, she looked pretty damn good! Opening the shower door, she was not surprised to find it occupied by her young, nude, assistant coach, Tammy Meyers. The pair had been secret lovers since Tammy had first shown up on campus as a freshman. Recognizing her talent, Coach Jo had worked hard to help her hone her pitching craft. About to enter her junior year, Tammy was already receiving scholarship offers from several major colleges. Coach Jo had a sexual preference for young girls... and VERY young girls. Tammy's glistening young body was being cleaned and prepared for an evening of mutual entertainment. Tammy had recently turned 16-years old. A "coltish" 5'9", Tammy was still growing into her body. Her long limbs were the distinguishing features on her thin, still-filling out frame. Tammy, seemingly, always had her pretty, shoulder-length hair in a ponytail. On the softball field she always wore a visor, with the pony tail teasingly swaying from side to side. The Rancho Vista team wore shorts, and they accentuated Tammy's long legs. Tammy's long pitching stride to the plate was an intimidating factor for opposing hitters. Tammy realized from a young age that she was attracted to girls. Particularly blondes with big boobs, like she had seen while watching Erika Eleniak and Pamela Anderson on old Baywatch reruns. Coach Jo, Tammy felt, was as hot as any of those Baywatch babes, and Tammy was happy and flattered that she had been taken in for "special tutelage," beginning as a self-described, "gawky" 14-year old. With water glistening on her 16-year old body, she said "Come in," when Coach Jo opened the shower door. Tammy had perky B-Cup boobs that stood straight out in sort of a cone shape, and a neatly trimmed brown bush that was now matted down from the shower water. As Coach Jo entered the shower, Tammy soaped up her hands, and began lathering Jo's large, protruding chest, which was usually flattened, and hidden underneath a sports bra, and coaches polo shirt. Jo's nipples rose in anticipation of meeting Tammy's eager hands. The pair kissed under the shower head. Tammy, with her mother now 3,000 miles away, had all summer to make love to Jo As usual, Jo became the aggressor. As they mutually lathered each other, Jo inserted her hands and fingers between Tammy legs, and into her vagina and butt cheeks, while continually open mouth kissing the teenager. The naked pair emerged from the shower, dried off quickly, and headed to the master bedroom. Although Tammy maintained the fallacy of residing in the guest bedroom, she would be spending the summer in bed each night with Coach Jo. As secret lovers for nearly two years, they had favorite positions and sex acts. As Jo was clearly the Alpha female, she playfully barked to Tammy, "Assume the position." Tammy knew that meant to get on all fours. Jo reached into a drawer for a strap-on dildo. The head was big, but not too big for the teenager, and it had been used often. At a newly turned 16, Jo only used the toy in Tammy's vagina. Jo felt that Tammy was too young for anal play, and didn't want to damage the girl. Doctor's would probably have a lot of questions, Jo surmised. Jo calmed the teen by stroking her back, and giving her little kisses on her cute rear end. After lubing the dildo, she began slowly inserting it inside the teen, eventually building up steam and a rhythm. Jo liked to position herself by reaching around and holding onto the breasts of the young girl while pumping her with the strap-on. After several minutes, Tammy climaxed, and collapsed on the bed. Allowing Tammy some time to rest, Jo laid beside the naked team. The strap-on dildo pointed to the sky like an eager boy's penis. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>> After two weeks of practice, the U-13 Blasters had their first weekend road tournament of the season in Scottsdale, Arizona. For many of the young Blasters, this would be their first trip away from home without their parents. As the young girls bordered the bus, both coaches had to calm them down, and remind them that goal was to try to win their age-group tournament, and not just have a weekend-long slumber party away from home. As Coach Jo was driving the small, but comfortable, bus, Tammy's job was to keep the noise level down as the fourteen pre-teens embarked for Scottsdale. Most of the parents were at the high school to see their young daughters off. A few of the mothers were teary-eyed as they waved goodbye to their little girls. For several of the mothers, this would be the first time that they had ever been separated from them for even a night. Some of the more gung ho softball parents would make their own drive to watch the games in Scottsdale. It was understood by all that this was primarily a team event. The team would ride together, eat together, and stay together. The girls would, of course, not be prohibited from interacting with their parents, but access would be limited in keeping with team camaraderie, and so as not to overly emphasize the parents who were attending from those who were not able to attend. The rental bus had left Rancho Vista at 8:00 a.m., as the team had their first game that Friday in the early evening. The team had a quick meal, checked into the hotel, and headed for the expansive Scottsdale sports complex, which contained numerous softball and baseball diamonds. There were other Rancho Vista Blasters teams from different age groups also in the tournament. Greetings and good luck wishes were exchanged between the girls and their coaches, even if no one knew one or the other. Jo and Tammy had well-prepared their squad, and the U-13 Blasters took care of business by a score of 9-1 over a local team from Glendale, Arizona. Patty Boyd had pitched a 3-hitter, and the Reynolds' sisters had contributed 4 RBI's. The team had only committed one error. A very nice start for a young team. Coach Jo was proud. The parents that made the trip to Scottsdale were very pleased so far. It didn't take an expert to recognize good, well-prepared, softball. After a team dinner, Coach Jo was careful to warn the team not celebrate too hard. There was more softball to be played. They didn't have any trophies yet. As the U-13 Blasters were from an affluent area, the girls were staying in a Hilton property less than one mile from the fields. The girls were assigned two to a room, with matching double beds. The two coaches would share a room as well, ostensibly to save expenses. (Wink! Wink!). Coach Jo explained that "lights out" was strictly at 10:00 p.m. Some of the girls were excited because 10:00 p.m. was a later bedtime than they had at home. As the girls were all minors, master room keys were obtained by the two coaches. These were needed in case there was an emergency, and to ensure that the girls were in their rooms prior to "lights out." With 14 girls, Coach Jo would visit four rooms, and Coach Tammy would check on the remaining three. Tammy's first room was that of her new star pitcher, Patty Boyd, and her best friend, catcher Monica Jones. Both were in their individual beds watching the Disney Channel, and dressed in age-appropriate summer pajamas for the hot Phoenix-area climate. Coach Tammy said. "Lights out in five minutes, " and closed the door behind her. Patty would need to get her rest as she would be pitching again in the morning. It was the same scenario for the next five rooms as Coach Jo headed to the final room, containing the Reynolds' sisters, Kimmie and Karen. The Reynold's girls were two pretty, blonde twin sisters, and were among the best all-around athletes on the squad. When not playing softball or soccer, they could usually be found at the beach. Usually after nagging one of their older siblings to allow them to tag along. The girls were never any trouble, and mainly hung around with each other, so it was rarely a big deal when they wanted to go to the beach too. Although Bobby, their 17-year old older brother had felt a little uncomfortable when he noticed one of his friends checking out the 12-year old's in their tiny matching yellow bikini's. Coach Jo had heard some giggling as she prepared to open the hotel room door with her master electronic key. Jo was used to the sound of horseplay. It was her job to shut it down and get the girls to go to sleep in order to be prepared for the series of games that they would play. What Coach Jo saw when she opened to door astounded even her. The two blonde, 12-year old twins were completely naked. Kimmie was laying between Karen's legs in the missionary position, and was clearly thrusting with her pelvis as the two little girls giggled. Expecting the two girls to be horrified at being discovered, especially by their adult coach, Jo was even more shocked that there was little or no reaction among the naked young girls, as they continued with their activities. Jo had to admit that these were two of the cutest girls that she had ever had on her team. Their naked bodies were completely tan, except for the tan lines left behind from their little bikini's. As Kimmie had her back to Jo as she laid on top of Karen, Jo approached cautiously, and gently petted Kimmie's tan-lined butt. It was firm and tiny. "Whatcha doin'?" Coach Jo innocently asked. "We're playing the 'Naked Game,'" Karen matter-of-factly reported. Noticing that Coach Jo had not taken her hand off of Kimmie's perfect little ass, Karen asked "Wanna play, Coach?" With that, both naked girls sat up and looked at Coach Jo without a hint of embarrassment or modesty. Both girls appeared to be mirror images of each other. Blonde hair, 5'2", flat-stomached, hard bodies. You could bounce a quarter off of their asses or stomachs. Both still had flat, undeveloped, boyish chests. Their pale areas surrounded by their tan skin acted as sort of spotlights to their private parts. Their pussies were attractively bald slits. The Reynolds' girls then explained that they had recently learned of the "Naked Game" from their babysitter. a friend of their older sister. "All us girls get naked, and then one gets to ask a question. If the question is answered wrong, the girl who asked the question gets to do whatever she wants." explained Kimmie. Jo thought to herself, "Clearly this babysitter must be as much of a Perv as I am. I must meet her." "O.K., I'll play," explained Jo. "But you mustn't tell anyone." "Oh, we know," Karen assured her. "So what do I do?" asked Jo. "Take off your clothes." The twins replied in unison. Jo knew that Kimmie and Karen's parents hadn't made the trip, and due to hotel space, the twins were assigned to a different floor. Jo calculated that the risk was seemingly worth it. The girls watched quietly, but intently, as the grown woman undressed. Both nearly gasped when they saw Coach Jo's full breasts. Kimmie looked at them admiringly and said, "I hope I get a pair like that when I grow up." Karen was wordless, and reached for one of Coach Jo's tits. Jo could see it coming, and brushed her hand away. "Uh, uh," Jo chided. "We haven't started the game yet." The girls agreed that since Coach Jo was the guest, she could go first. "Who was the first person to climb Mt. Everest?" Coach Jo asked, knowing very well that the girls would not know Sir Edmund Hillary." The girls laughed. They knew they had been hoodwinked. "We don't know." Karen replied. "Well then, I win." Announced Jo. I would like each of you to sit on one of my legs while I touch your little titties. The girls again laughed. Completely naked, they straddled Coach Jo's upper legs with their bald pussies rubbing on Jo's thighs. Jo used her bare hands to assess each of their flat, boyish chests, spending extra care to pinch and pull each nipple. Jo could tell that their chests were beginning to bud, and some breast development would be noticeable in a few months. When satisfied with her hands-on approach, Jo asked: "Who's next?" "Karen is," replied Kimmie, as Karen had won their most recent round, and had humped Kimmie's pussy while both laid in the missionary position. "What's the capitol of New Mexico?" Karen asked. "Albuquerque!" Kimmie blurted, "No." Said Karen. Not wanting to win every round, Jo pretended to incorrectly guess "Taos." "No. Santa Fe." Karen triumphantly stated. "Now Kimmie and I get to play with YOUR boobs." Karen declared. The pre-pubescent girls were still straddling Coach Jo's thighs. Still amazed by the size of the breasts before her, Kimmie tentatively reached with one hand to explore Coach Jo's magnificent orbs. Karen, bolder, latched her mouth onto a nipple, and began to suck, lick, and kiss the other breast. She had learned this from the babysitter. When the girls were satisfied, it was now Kimmie's turn. An aspiring history buff, Kimmie asked, "Who was the second President of the United States?" Again, Jo knew it was John Adams. "Thomas Jefferson," Karen incorrectly guessed. Jo smiled and said, "James Monroe." Kimmie, happy with her win, said, "Now coach has to lick our pussies." Clearly, the babysitter had gone pretty far with these two! Coach Jo told the girls to lie on their backs on one of the beds. Even though they were just double beds, the small girls fit side-by-side easily. Jo asked who would like to be first? Kimmie reminded Coach Jo that she had won. Kimmie was on the left side of the bed, and Karen was on the right side. Jo approached Kimmie, and began to slowly lick and kiss the outside of Kimmie's nether lips. With her right hand, she gently and tentatively inserted her index finger into Karen's pussy, feeling around inside for a hymen. Not feeling any restraints, Jo entered deeper. The athletic girls had probably accidentally popped their cherries some time ago. Jo then parted Kimmie's lips, and entered slowly and deeper with her tongue. Eventually, Jo would go in and out of the bald pussy like a piston. Probably too young to have orgasms, the girls' breathing spasmed and they moaned quietly. After a few minutes, Joe switched positions and girls. Realizing that she had already been in their room for nearly an hour, Coach Jo had a final request before she insisted that the girls get some sleep. Jo positioned Kimmie to sit with back against the headboard, and asked her to open her legs wide so that she could sit in front of her. Jo then motioned for Karen to sit between her legs. The three looked like they were riding a toboggan in the nude. Jo instructed Kimmie to reach around with both of her hands and to play with Jo's tits. Karen was instructed to spread her legs wide while Jo rapidly inserted a single finger in her young vagina, vigorously moving it back and forth. With the other hand, Jo played with Karen's undeveloped breasts and tiny nipples. Jo managed to climax as a result of Kimmie's hands massaging her breasts, and Karen's tiny, firm butt rubbing against Jo's shaved pussy. With important tournament games needing to be played tomorrow, Jo reluctantly put a halt to the night's activities. She picked up Kimmie's naked body, and placed her on the other bed, making the girls promise that they would stay there, go to sleep, and not play with each other when she left. She reminded the pair: "Breakfast downstairs at 9:00 o'clock." Coach Jo put her clothes back on, straightened herself out, and chose to go up the fire escape stairs to ensure that there were no nosy busybodies in the hallway. On the way up. she realized that in her haste, she had not had either of the 12-year old twins go down on her. Noticing no one in the hallway on her floor, Jo pulled out her room key to enter. She found a naked Coach Tammy laying atop one of the beds. "Where were you?" Tammy asked. Jo quickly undressed to lie beside the pretty teenager. Jo kissed the naked 16-year old on the lips and said, "You'll never believe it." She began circling one of Tammy's exposed areola with her fingers as she recounted her encounter with the twins. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> The U-13 Blasters dominated the rest of the Scottsdale tournament, winning four more games to capture the championship for their age group. The Reynolds' twins were selected to the all-tournament team due to their hitting and fielding prowess. After a celebratory team dinner, the girls settled down in their individual hotel rooms. By now they were used to the routine, with bed check at 10:00 a.m. Special arrangements had been made for the Kimmie and Karen to sneak up to the coaches room through the fire escape stairs. The two 12-year old's, dressed in shorts and t-shirts, arrived promptly on time. The door had been left slightly ajar to avoid them having to stand in the hall knocking. Entering the room, they found their two coaches nude, sitting on the bed. Tammy was being held tightly by Coach Jo. Tammy appeared to be nervous, and Coach Jo seemed to be reassuring her by massaging her cone-shaped young breasts. A 16-year old, Tammy was nervous about having sex with pre-teen girls. She was also intrigued by the cute pair of identical, blonde twins. The Reynolds' girls had been instructed by Coach Jo how to break the ice with Coach Tammy, and immediately began undressing. With the coaches sitting on the bed, the young girls began to dance as seductively as any 12-year old girls could. As they danced, they rubbed their hands on each others flat chests and bald pussies. Tammy had to admit that these little girls were "hot." Her interest began to pique as Jo began masturbating Tammy with two fingers. Concluding their dance, the twins were allowed to pick their partner. Kimmie reached out her hands for Tammy, and Karen held her hand out for Jo. Both little girls were laid flat side-by-side on one of the beds, and the two coaches wasted no time in licking furiously at their young pussies. The 5'9" Tammy, flipped little Kimmie onto her stomach, and laid on top of her, humping her cute backside. Tammy's tits rested on Kimmie's blonde head. Coach Jo held Karen's head between her legs as she was at last being eaten out by one of the twins. Karen was understandably experienced, but was an eager learner. In no time she began to feel the shudders from Coach Jo's body so that she quickly began to understand what techniques were most effective. Seeing Tammy humping her sister, Karen yelled "dogpile," and spread her smooth, naked body on Tammy's back, and began to hump Tammy. Feeling abandoned, Coach Jo began to caress the prone threesome, sticking her fingers in the available orifices. Things would go on for several more hours. The tired quartet would board the bus in the morning to return to California. There would be more softball road trips, and more hotel fun. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End. Please support this great site.