Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2019 12:00:00 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Basketball team (lesbian/Athletics, oral anal, F/FFF) Athletics, oral anal, F/FFF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young 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: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Basketball Team By Jan My family came from the early California gold rush days and established banking in San Francisco. I was an awkward girl growing up. I was always taller than my contemporizes. I was a social misfit and never invited to county club dances by the boys from my social class. I did excel as a basketball player. Because of my height, I was the center. I was good at blocking shots and very few could prevent me from completing a fallaway jump shot. When I graduated from high school, I was recruited by plenty of colleges to play ball for them even though I came from a private girl's school, but deliberately chose to go to Brown University an Ivy league college located in Road Island established in 1764. There was no doubt that I was going to play basketball for them. So, I entered college as an 18- year-old freshman. The coaching staff planned on redshirting me the first year to acclimate me to college life and learn the tactics of their college style of playing ball. I was disappointed with the prospect of not getting to play my first year but resigned to just proacting the first year. This was the first time I was going to be playing with girls from less fortunate families and the team had a lot of black girls that were there on batholitic scholarships. I had played against black girls but now most of my teammates were black. They assigned me to share a dorm with the senior center. I knew her name well because of her record. Opal was welcoming to me and she assured me, "Ela we will become the best of friends. I was a little taller than her. At our first meeting, we bonded because we shared similar experiences growing up. We had both been social outcasts because of our height. Our dorm was small but freshly painted. Our beds were aligned parallel against the walls. We shared desks facing the window overlooking the campus square. We also shared a bathroom with our neighbors to our left. It was an intimating experience until I became used to the way of college life. True to her word, she became a good friend. Living in close quarters we soon became aware of each other's better qualities and shortcomings. I was impressed with her physical development. She had a strong physical body, but nature saw fit to shortchanged her on the breast department. As a twenty-two-year-old that was 6' 2" her breasts were only a B-cup and the muscular butt of a male. She did have an attractive long face with her black hair braided in corn rows. Depending on my mood I was blessed or cursed to be 6' 4" my breasts were a 36-C and like my roommate my butt was flat. I preferred to wear my hair in a blonde ponytail. The only scar on my body was a linear burn scar caused when I sat on a hot curling iron when I was a 13-year-old. When we were allowed to play conduct basketball practice in accordance with conference rules I enjoyed exercising until I was exhausted. I was able to sleep soundly. I always enjoyed the physical contact. I also have a prurient desire to observe my teammates changing clothes and showering. I thought I was discreet, but Opal must have seen the way I looked at our teammates. After practice one day, we were walking back to our dorm. I enjoyed getting out of the sports bra and only wearing a simple cotton tank top. The feeling of cool air and freedom for them to move. Opal casually made a statement, "I see that you enjoy looking at a nice bum and the shapely turn if tits. I too enjoy a pretty derriere myself." I was embarrassed at having been discovered. She had not been making an accusation. It was a simple statement of fact. I was silent for the rest of the way to the dorm. When we entered our room, Opal leaned against the door and reached behind herself and locked the door. Then she moved to the adjioining door to the bathroom and locked it as well. She said, 'I don't want our neighbors barging in!" Having said that she took me into her arms and kissed me. It was the first time I had ever been kissed with passion. It was a long kiss with tongue and I felt her breath from her nose on my cheek. It was making me dizzy the way she kissed me. She backed me up against her bed and pushed me backward onto the bed. She pulled my shoes and socks off and massaged my feet. She used her toes to remove her own shoes before she laid on top of me. She pulled my top up and started sucking on one tit while massaging the other tit. It was all very exciting. It was like a dream our shorts were removed long with our panties. And Opal sucked my pussy. I had my first orgasm that wasn't an my own hand. Opal mounted my head and ground her pussy into my face. Her pubic hair felt like sandpaper as she humped my face until she had an orgasm that left my mouth full of her cum and my face smeared with the slimy fluid. When we cleaned up to go to dinner, I had an uncomfortable feeling that everyone could tell what we had done. When we returned to our room, we slept in her bed without anything on. We made love to each other until we drifted off to sleep. Just after the first practice game Opal and I were called into the coach's office. The coach asked Opal if she would mind having less playing time and if I was ready to play first string. If Opal was disappointed about less playing time, she didn't show it. I was thrilled to be playing the first string. When we were alone Opal assured me that she was happy for me. She assured me that she would play all the harder to get back on the first string. Opal also introduced me to several of the other girls on the team that was into lesbianism. It was all very exciting to go to parties where I was just about the only white girl. It turned out that a couple of the coaches were lesbian too. By the time I was a senior all of my teammates were lesbians, and on the road, I slept with a different girl or coach every night. I loved the taste of cunts and was very adept at the use of dildos on the team. My family was not fans of my life choice but I was not disinherited, so I had a comfortable income. Turning pro was not necessary but did because I enjoyed the life of pro basketball. I enjoyed having sex with not only teammates and opponents. A knee injury eventually ended my career. When I returned to California to live in Carmel- By-the-Sea and my housemaid and cook are sexy blacks with sweet cunts and open behinds. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.