Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 09:22:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Woman on the Beach 2 (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/FFF...) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenage girl and older women. 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 on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. The Woman on the Beach 2 By Jan I foolishly told my best friend not to tell anyone, but the reason I was not around for a month was because I was living with a couple of older German tourists. She was confused so I admitted that for four weeks I had been having nonstop sex with them. It didn't take twenty four hours for all of my friends to know about what I had been doing. They stopped calling me or including me on their walks on the beach. It crushed me that my best friend told everyone, and they had abandoned me. I couldn't go to the beach anymore, but I couldn't stay away from the water, so I went to a different beach. This beach had several beach volleyball courts. There were plenty of people playing two-man-volleyball. I became fascinated with the games. I watched them playing for several hours, and returned the next day early planning to watch them playing. There were a couple of courts set aside for women. I was planning on watching a couple of teams play. I had brought along a folding beach chair and had just settled down to watch when a shadow loomed over me. When I looked up into the morning sun I barely made out the figure of a tall woman standing over me. She kind of moved around to face me, so that I was not blinded by the sun. I was impressed by her, because she was a six- foot two tall, slender, blonde with a golden tan. She looked to be about twenty years old. All she had on was a tight fitting red bikini bottom and a black spandex sports bra that smashed her breasts tightly against her body. She asked me, "Would you like to be my partner in a match?" I was intimidated by the skill of the women I had seen playing the day before. I tried to beg off by saying, "I have never played beach ball before. I don't think I could keep up with all of these girls!" The woman held out her hand, expecting me to shake it, "My name is Angela, and I'm looking for a new partner! I can teach you!" With her assurance I got to my feet. She led me to the empty court, and started teaching me. She would bounce the ball off the net, and I would have to try and bounce it up before it would hit the sand. Running in the soft sand was taking a lot out of me. We had only been doing it for a few minutes before a couple of other girls approached and challenged us to a match. The prospect of playing against these tanned girls frightened me, but Angela assured me that it would be a good workout for both of us, and I had to start somewhere. Angela had to work extra hard to make up for my lack of skill. Normally she would have been at the net as the spiker, while her partner would have been the digger in the backcourt. I just couldn't keep up with all of the running in the sand, so Angela had to cover a lot more ground. Of course we lost and I begged her forgiveness. She was very kind assuring me that I had played better than she expected. I was exhausted and covered in sand. We headed for the outdoor public showers to rinse off the sand. She invited me to join her for iced tea. She bought us a couple of large cups of iced tea and we sat down at a plastic table facing the beach, so we could watch the matches. I felt like a limp rag, but the iced tea was very refreshing. Angela pointed out what the players were doing and taught me the hand signals being used by the spikers. There was a lot more to the game than I had expected. She assured me that my legs would get used to it if I was willing to spend the time running in the sand to get in shape. When I had recovered enough she challenged me to join her on a run. I foolishly accepted. We started jogging up the beach. When she finally stopped I was exhausted and sweating like mad. Angela was kind enough to warn me that every muscle on my body would he sore tomorrow, but I would have to work it out. She told me the third day would be the worst, but if I stuck it out it would get better. In time your body will rebel if you don't exercise every day. True to her words my body hurt so bad I could hardly get out of bed. I put on my tightest fitting bikini so that my breasts would not flop around, grabbed a towel and headed for the beach. Angela was waiting for me. She demanded that we run to get loosened up. It hurt to play volleyball, but I stuck it out. The third day was the worst, just as she had predicted. It was all I could do to move. My legs and arms felt like they were made of lead. It was all I could to move. I managed to limp my way to the beach though. Angela suggested that we swim a little before running the beach. The salt water relaxed me a little. Just the same I could hardly run in the soft sand. I played miserably that day. The fourth day was better though. Slowly my game improved, I was no longer an embarrassment for Angela. Our game was getting good enough to beat most of the other teams on the beach. I had even bought a couple of sports bras to give me the extra support. Before long it got so that we had a hard time finding anyone willing to play against us. We were consistently beating every team on the beach. We were having to go to other beaches to find competition. One afternoon after we returned to our beach she invited me to go with her to a party at the home of a very wealthy woman. She indicated that the woman might be willing to be our sponsor, so we could turn professional. For some reason I felt it necessary to confess to her about my past. I no more than told her that I had spent a month last summer as a love slave for a couple of lesbians from Germany, than she told me that she knew already. She told me, "I had asked around if anyone knew you. Someone on the beach told me about your friends, and when I asked them about you, they told me about your sexual escapades with the German tourists. I thanked them and told them that we were joining the pro beach volleyball league! I enjoyed the looks on their faces as I walked away." I was so appreciative of her defense of me that I hugged and kissed her on the cheek. She told me to dress nicely for the party and she would pick me up at seven. I did to look my best for the party. Angela arrived shortly before seven driving a Fiat 500 Abarth (Spider). My parents were pleased to meet my new friend. They were overwhelmed by how tall she was. She drove us to an exclusive section of town. The house looked palatial, and there were several cars parked in front. We were greeted by a properly dressed maid and led to a hall where she introduced us to the lady of the house. I couldn't help noticing that even though most of the guests were women, there were plenty of men. They were grouped in clusters, drinking while they talked. The hostess of the party was a handsome middle-aged woman, with gray hair. She looked positively regal. She beamed at me when Angela introduced me to her as her new volleyball teammate. She took me by the arm and led me through the house, showing me every room. The last room was her bedroom. To my surprise she kissed me on the mouth. I didn't resist her advances. She removed my clothes and her own. She placed me on the bed, and started playing with my tits and pussy. The last thing she did was mount me in a 69 position. Afterwards we got dressed to return to the party. I noticed that the room had segregated. Men were clustered together and women were clustered together. They were kissing and touching each other's bodies. It shocked me at the same time it thrilled me. We found Angela embracing a woman about 35. They each had a hand rubbing each other's crotches under their dresses. Our hostess was talking to me when she said, "I have a beach volleyball court in the back yard, would you like to play for my guests?" I commented, "I didn't bring a swim suit!" She said, "That won't be necessary, it is a private yard. You young ladies can play like the Old Greek Olympians in the nude!" The idea of playing volleyball in the nude shocked me at the same time made my pussy wet. She made an announcement, "WE NEED A COUPLE OF LADIES TO VOLUNTEER TO PLAY A GAME OF NUDE BEACH VOLLEYBALL AGAINST ANGELA AND SANDRA!" There was some twittering but a couple of young women stepped forward. The four of us stripped off all of our clothes before following our hostess to the back yard. True to her statement there was a full sized beach volleyball court in the backyard. She had at least two feet of beach sand covering the court. It was definitely strange playing volleyball in the nude. Sand managed to get in every nook and cranny. It did excite me having so many people watching my tits bounce up and down. We managed to play three games rather well. The four of us were led to a large shower in the pool house where the four of us could clean up. The four of us congratulated each other on the match by hugging and kissing under the spray of the showers. The losers knelt in front of us to eat our pussies as a reward. Our hostess was standing outside the shower watching everything. We eventually had to dress and go home. Angela kissed me as I got out of the car. The next day when I went to the beach the hostess was there where she explained that she was willing to sponsor us on the pro circuit. She would pay for the transportation, hotels, meals and incidental expenses. In exchange we would sleep with her and her coach friend. Angela agreed for the both of us. I was too shocked to say anything. We were going to be playing in every country ringing the Mediterranean Sea. In time we would compete in Europe and the United States. We might even get to represent Croatia in the Olympics. We crossed the water to play on the beaches in Venice to start with. At night it was exciting to bury my face in the hairy pussy of our benefactor. I was never happier than I was with her sitting on my face and fucking me with her dildos. The added treat was getting to party with those lovely Italia volleyball players. We would shower together after the day. Sucking pussy became my favorite pastime. Angela was an ardent lover too. She would exercise every morning to limber up. When she would lock her knees and bend over to place her hand on the floor, I couldn't resist spreading her ass and licking her asshole. She was so tall I hardly had to bend over to put my mouth on her ass. Having a coach along to drive us ensured that we didn't get rusty when we had a few days between matches. As we circled the Mediterranean Sea I thrill at every opportunity to make love to women in every country. We enjoyed sex with Greek, Turkish, Jewish, Arabian, Egyptian, Moroccan, Spanish, French, German and even Swiss women. In all of my encounters I was the submissive one. The older women would use me like a slave. They punished me with paddles to make me work harder to please them. As our victories increased we earned more money and sent home trophies. We actually became heroes back home. There were full page stories in the papers about our victories, and the television went out of their way to broadcast our matches. When we returned home we were greeted by the press and fans. The most satisfying thing was running into the girl that had been my best friend. She tried to welcome me like an old friend. She asked me what she could do to make up for betraying me. I told her that the only way I would forgive her was for her to stick her tongue up my ass. She got a pained look on her face, but eventually agreed to do it. To increase her discomfort I made her do it in front of our old friends. While our so-called friends gathered around, I removed my panties and bent over at the waist with my dress pulled up and over my back. I told her to part my cheeks and kiss my ass. She was reluctant, but eventually kissed my puckered asshole. I told her to stick her tongue in. She licked it for a long time before she worked up the nerve to actually stick her tongue into my asshole. When I was satisfied that I had embarrassed her enough I stood up and told them all that they could kiss my ass. You treated me like dirt because I told her about liking to fuck women, so now I don't care what you think. As far as I'm concerned your friendship is no longer a concern of mine. My last gesture was to piss in the face of the girl that had betrayed my friendship. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.