The Gymnasts Chapter 2

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young adult women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

The Gymnasts -2-

Their coach rewound the video, saved to the university servers, to over it one last time. This was part of the drill. Learning from their mistakes; learning from their successes. The level of gymnastics in the top twenty universities was at an all-time high for the women. Every wobble, every hesitation our heroes would try to eliminate without getting histrionic about it. They knew it was just their job and they did it without complaining.

By this time Chloe was number one, usually, and Libby was number two. But they were oh so close to one another, and their coaches called them their "Unit." It was early on the Saturday before Spring Break, and the girls had a bit of vacation coming up: their mothers were taking them to South Beach to celebrate life and all the goodness that it brought them.

Veronica, their head coach, didn't believe in over-coaching and when they watched the video it again, she made just a couple of comments:

"Let's clean up the balance beam ladies," she Veronica. "Every wobble is costing us points." Veronica was a sultry lesbo bitch in her own way. Most girls gain weight after leaving gymnastics. Veronica lost five pounds after graduating from Alabama as the reigning All-Around champ of the SEC. Other than that, she was a real hot baby gurl among the lesbian community and a beloved leader.

"I know," said Libby. "My brain goes somewhere else when I'm in mid-air, and it takes a little time to get back to where to the routine. I'll work on that; I'm still working on the transition."

"Look at those girls from Illinois watching you guys, over there on the right," said Veronica. "That's a lustful, wanton stare if I've ever seen one. I'm a little jealous."

"They were so fucking cute," said Chloe. "Their sex is just piling out of their uni's. A little distracting, in a good way. They were nice to talk to after the meet. But I would have done them, for sure. I mean, after all, I had only a couple hours before that had a fuck session with my wife. And two hours later, too." She smiled lazily at Libby.

"Oh, you two are so fucking gone. Why do you think I love coaching so much?" asked Veronica. She had a mole on the left side of her cheek. It reminded the girls of Cindy Crawford. "Anyway, be sure to read Professor Callan's treatise. A little every day. You know she's a special advisor to the gymnastics program."

"Oh, for sure," said Libby. "And I've told my mothers I'll need a little down time to read and digest it and even try out the exercises. There is no problem there. While other gymnasts are laying out, vegging out, I'll be doing the exercises, with support of my wife. She looked at Chloe, who giggled her assent."

"I'll make sure she's on it," said Chloe. "But honestly, you don't have to worry. She's a motivated marine when it comes to this sport."

"Good," said Veronica. "I remember when I went on vacation. I had too much time on my hands. Sure, there was plenty of time for hooking up and exploring, but mentally I went to mushbrain. Here is a little something for you girls to remember how fortunate you are and why this vacation can be a big weapon come conference championships. Take some good reading, of course. Do you women need any recommendations?"

"Yes, please," said Libby. "We love your recommendations. God, we love them."

Good, I've included some web sites and other stuff for you to check out together on printout. It's in the package too. Veronica passed two packages across the table to the girls, professionally wrapped in the school colors. She loved wrapping gifts.

"Oh yummy. We love gifts," said Chloe. She looked at Veronica, and the Libby. Veronica was smiling lasciviously, and Libby was staring at her.

"I do wish I was going with you," she said. "When we hooked up at the Texas meet it was just what I needed. Anyway, I wish you well."

"Open them now?" said Libby.

"Don't open them now," said their coach and mentor. "Wait until you get down there to open them. I'm pretty sure you'll love them. OK then. Hugs and then get the heck out of here."

She embraced the Unit as one and kissed them on the lips. The kiss lingered, and the girls went wet. Veronica rubbed their crotches, slowly. She knew how to get them hot.

"I get the feeling that you would like to stay, maybe a private workout session," said Veronica, her eyes searching for some sign from the girls. "Or, come with us to upper Michigan. We will be skiing and relaxing."

"You make it so hard to leave. I just got a text from my them; our mothers are waiting for us. But I will take a rain check. Goodbye girlfriend," said Libby.

"We'll send you an X-rated letter," said Chloe. "To your house. I wouldn't even know how to send it here."

"Oh yeah," said Veronica. "Do that, please. And, as a reminder, all our girl/girl talk starts and ends here. Capeesh? "

"Hell no," said Libby. "We've got an interview with ESPN in an hour and we're telling them everything, darling. He he. Anyway, we know the drill."

"You're a bad girl," said Veronica. "Has anyone told you that before?" asked Veronica.

"Just my mother," said Libby. "When she was fucking my brains out one Sunday. And, of course, Chloe. Every chance she gets. Isn't that right, Chloe?" Chloe grabbed a boob.

"Just like she said, you're gone," said Chloe.

"Get out of here," said Veronica. "Don't make those sexy women wait anymore for you two."

The girls walked out to the limo and their mothers. They didn't hold hands as they walked through the offices...for the sake of the straights. But they would have.

"I don't know what I'd do without a lesbian coach," said Libby. "She's hot as fuck, great in bed, and a helluva mentor. I don't know what I'd do without her; she's like a father to me."

"Really. Me too," said Chloe.

Secretly Libby remembered her father. Yes, he had been doing a bad thing, but now it seems like his life had been ruined forever. She resolved to keep writing the short letters to him; she owed him at least that much. A letter would be good mid-week.

*****

Their mothers were waiting for them in front of the gymnastics center. Libby had a checklist for the trip, including toothbrushes and their best underwear, which she went over with her wife. They had everything, and they settled into the limo for the ride to the airport.

By this time, they were used to kissing their mothers in public, and they did just that before they got into the hired black limo. The driver made sure they were all on board and then headed for the Interstate.

"How have you been sweetie," Candace said to Libby. "We missed you so much."

"Mom, this season is going to be great," said Libby. "We're going to get Michigan [the University of Michigan] this year. We've got some surprises for them, and we're really going to stick it to those preppy straights."

"That's my baby girl," said Candace. "Get 'em down and they'll fold like a paper napkin."

"Yeah, last year they got lucky, with that one girl winning the all-around," said Danielle. "But she's graduated, and we're going to step right into her spot.

The limo driver, a lesbo bitch named Sandy, whom they requested from the company. The two gymnasts greeted her with hellos and kisses on the mouth. Sandy punched "play" and lesbian fucking music came on through what must have been 8 speakers. Sandy was a born partier with blonde hair and an ass to be mounted in Washington Square. It seemed to Chloe and Libby that the mood in the limo was planned, orchestrated. It was so cool.

The first tune was "My Neck, My Back" by Khia. Oh, it was so good, so tasty. The limo had tinted windows, so they were not afraid of people seeing them. "It's like a rolling bedroom," Chloe thought.

Then they got down to the lap dances and removed the tops and bottoms of their warmups to give easy access to their mothers, the horniest bitches that they know. The next thing they did, and Libby and Chloe were doing it at the same time, was remove their bra and panties. Hot green for Libby and a blue and yellow sports bra combo for Candace (that said "Love" and "Sex" on the bands around the top of the panties and bottom of the bra). So sexy.

It was about forty-five minutes to the airport, and they settled in for the sex.

It had been two weeks since they had seen Candace and Danielle, and lust was absolutely crawling all over Libby and Chloe. Their wantonness spread like a flu in that limo. Just thinking the lap dances was getting them all tingly. As Sandy reached the interstate, they were grinding their asses into their moms, their mothers' hands coming around and molding their breasts.

"Oh, baby dyke, it has been two weeks and I can't get enough," said Candace. The mothers' taboo love for their daughters was sky high. Candace was trembling with lust. Her hands were working her daughter's breasts and she was even massaging her back and neck. They were all just sooo horny.

"Kiss me honey, c'mon and kiss me," said Danielle to Chloe. The mother twisted her daughters head back and with one hand on her breast, feasted on the lips and tongue of her super gymnast.

"You guys are sophomores now and your college career is going by so quickly," said Candace. "But we'll have sweet memories for sure. Fuck, I love the feelings I have for you daughter of mine."

Candace reached into her carryon bag and got her Pride strap and some lube. Libby thought it was so loving of her mother to think of it. Lucky for them the windows of the limo were tinted; no one could see in. Candace put the strap right over her jeans and lubed Libby, putting some lube on the dildo as well. She entered her from behind, obviously, and Libby ground and fucked that Pride dildo for all it was worth. In a couple minutes she was cumming, she was that horny. She got into a rhythm and bounced on her mother's crotch, her mother's hand supporting her ass and back. She didn't really need the support, but she was digging it; she was a gymnast after all.

A lesbian compilation video of tasteful girls eating girls came up on all the screens without sound. The lesbian tunes were just delicious, especially with the porn.

"Oh fuck, would you look at that," said Danielle.

"What?" said Libby.

"That," said Danielle, twisting Libby's head toward a monitor. On the screen were four girls doing just what our women were doing. Fuck.

"Oh my God, this is so fucking good," she said. Candace was really into it, moving her hips up just a bit, her and Libby got into a great rhythm.

"Hey, no fair," said Chloe. "Mom, do you have a strapon?"

"Yes, I do," said Danielle. "Give me a minute and we'll catch up with her." She reached into her carry on and found the strapon and some Astroglide. It was hot pink, her daughter's favorite color. It had an electric stimulator and was nine inches of pure delight. It's interesting how far she has come in just a few years with being able to accept a nine-incher, she thought. Chloe was impatient with her as she put it around her ass and cinched it.

"C'mon mom, what are you doing down there? she said."

"We're there, honey. Now move over the dildo. That's it," said Danielle. Her hands now free, she grabbed the delectable ass cheeks of Chloe and positioned her with the dildo centered below her cunt.

"Now drop down now and go for it," squeaked Danielle.

"How did she get it perfectly aligned with my cunt?" Chloe thought. She moved down the dildo and slowly but surely bottomed out. She rested there and let out the tension that had been building all day.

"Aahhh," she said. "God mom, you're a lifesaver. You don't know how much I missed you ladies." She was grunting and mewling, letting go of the tension of the past week. Sandy was moving her head and her gay looking hair up and down to the music.

"Oohhh, Aahhh. God that's it, fuck. Shit, Aahhhm," said Libby. She began to shake as she fucked herself on the magic pole. She loved that she could be so verbally free with her mothers.

So, the four wives had a scandalous time fucking on the way to the airport. Sandy the driver got into it too. While she had her hand in her panties, she shouted out encouragement to the two superstars.

"Fuck those strapons, you wanton lesbo sluts," she said. "I can see you both, and I know it's really touching you by the way your eyes are closed."

"Oh, you are not kidding Sandy," said Libby. "Fuck, it so good."

"Libby, how close are you?" asked Chloe after a few minutes.

"I'm getting close," said Libby.

The two twenty-year-olds smelled so good. But then, they always did. Their scents, which they bought a couple months ago on a trip to Ulta, filled the limo. The mothers had a hand free, and sought each other's clit, rubbing the big heads with the thumb: up down, up down. The $1,000 sound system poured out tunes such as "Only a Girl" by Gia. The deep bass really went along with the fucking; it had the over-the-top horny girls singing along.

"Fucking do me, Danielle my dear," said Candace. Every pussy in the car was being attended to.

"Fuck yeah, I'm already cumming," said Danielle. "Keep doing that by dear lesbo slut."

"I'm cumming to," said Sandy. Both Chloe and Libby had a handful of her big tits, squeezing the nipples. The driver, noting that they were alone on the road, snuck a kiss in with Chloe whose face was close to hers.

"Oh fuck," said Sandy. "You two have it goin' on."

Everyone in the car had lust boiling. Separation from their daughters reached it's limit for Danielle and Candace in the last couple days.

"I'm cumming," shouted Sandy. "Oh god, I'm really cumming." That unconsciously pushed the others over the precipice. She was jilling her pussy aggressively.

"Oh shit," said Danielle. Candace, the love of her life, continued her assault on her clit. Now she found at least the bottom of her pussy and jiggered that too in between. She pulled her nipples randomly.

"Oh, fuck me mommy," said Libby. "I'm right there too." She was consumed with lust; her hands right hand moved to Chloe's left breast, slapping it, tweaking the nipples. Cupping it, loving her breast C cup.

"My god, fuck me harder. I'm cumming too," said Danielle. She slapped Candace away from her clit, wanting to give herself some love. They didn't know who was doing what to whom.

"Wait for me," said Chloe. I'm right there. Oohhh, Aahhh. Oh my god." The gymnast-goddess was an orgasm machine and she reached over and put her left hand on Candaces clit, coaxing it out just that much more with repetition of her thumb rubbing it. When Candace replaced her hand, Chloe started to tweak her right nipple.

"Oh girlfriend, I'm cumming too," said Candace. Chloe was now doing her clit. They all had big clits and they were open to anyone doing them.

The driver had the biggest clit, and she was rubbing it furiously while the car was on cruise control. Her pants were halfway down her thighs, and she was wearing no panties. "Only a Girl" by Gia came up on the limo sound system. The sound was now louder, the loving hotter. Chloe thought she was dreaming. She pinched her thigh to make sure she hadn't died and gone straight to fucking heaven. Sandy punched another button and the girls committing cunnilingual were now sucking pussy through the speakers.

They shouted with one pulsating voice. "Aahhhhh. Oohhhhh. Keep it going, Aagghhh."

The limo was rocking, and you could not tell who was coming, for they all were. The car was ten minutes from the airport and the orgasms continued. Now "Girls" by Ora was on the speakers and they were they were thrusting and loving. It was all one.

Luckily, they were wrapping up their five separate orgasms, but the afterglow would have to be a quick one as reached the airport. The only person with eyes open was Sandy, and that was good. They began to open their eyes as the familiar curves in the approach to the terminal. Chloe started laughing and removed the strapon from her pussy and her giggles spread through the car.

"Oh, fuck me, I've never done that, and it was soo good," said Libby. Their mothers started to laugh too, and the car was shaking with their laughter. "Pussy is God" came on and all five babies were singing along.

When they emerged from the limousine, they were all a little bit weak in the knees and all of them were disheveled. The skycap raised an eyebrow and then welcomed the four passengers. He had seen it all.

As the mothers led them into the terminal the All-American gymnast Chloe noted that the moms had tight thigh gaps. Both of them. Chloe and Libby looked at each other, "When did they get so hot?" they said.

*****

They got settled into the South Beach hotel The Betsy and the girls put their feet up on the bed and promptly fell asleep, their arms around one another. They had adjoining rooms with their mothers, but they'd have several hours peace. They'd come on a Monday, and they'd be flying home the following Sunday.

"Yoahowsie," Libby sighed. Their nap had been glorious: she was just waking up around 4:30 pm, and she was thinking about room service for dinner.

Her wife, the beautiful Chloe, agreed. Room service. She was still feeling a little lazy, like Libby. After all, they'd just been through a grueling patch of classes, gymnastics meets, and gymnastics practices.

"Hey, do you want to go to the hotel pool?" asked Chloe. "I'm thinking tomorrow will be a beach day. What do you think?"

"I agree," said Libby. "Come here and give me a kiss."

"By the way, there is an LA Fitness a block away," said Chloe. "It's got a sauna, whirlpool, and swimming pools. We'll want to go mid-morning; it will probably be dead at that time. My dad gave me $300 on my credit card in spending money. That should cover it, don't you think?

"I'll ask for the NCAA D1 discount," laughed Libby. "I'll bat my eyes at the manager and get the price down."

"Ok, businesswoman, you do that," said Chloe.

Just then there is a quiet knock on the door between the rooms. Libby went to answer it. It was both of the mothers wanting to know what their plans were for the evening. They too had slept when they got to the hotel. They slept on the plane too after the "car sex."

"We're thinking about eating here, coming back to our rooms to relax for a while, and then go dancing," said Candace. "Are you guys down for that?"

"That sounds good to me," said Libby. "What do you think Chloe?"

"Sure. But is there a way to sneak some sun in?" said Chloe. "I'd like to go out to the pool for a couple hours."

"It's about 4:30 now," said Candace. "Say a dinner at the pool at 6:30?"

"That sounds peachy," said Chloe.

"I'll get some snacks and drinks," said Danielle. "We'll join you in a little while. You guys have fun and get the pool warmed up for us. We both have new bathing suits, and we'd love to hear what you think. See you in a bit."

Chloe adopted her two-piece, a teal with small flowers sprinkled over the entire thing. Libby's two piece was gold with black trim. It was killer. The thing is, the girls had dynamite bodies: sizable shoulders and upper arms, muscular legs, and washboard abs. Chloe was 5' 3" and Libby was 5' 2". They would look hot in a grocery bag.

They both got in the water for a few minutes then laid out. There were several other people around the pool. They didn't put on any sunscreen because of the late hour. There were several women and female couples. They acknowledge them when they looked their way, admiring their fashionable suits and the hot bodies that filled them out. One woman stopped by on her way into the hotel.

"I just have to say your suits are hot," she said. "Are you two together?"

"Here without your husbands, I see," said Sophia.

"No, we're married, to each other," said Libby.

"Excuse me, my bad," said Sophia. "Not to be too forward, but I had a feeling about you guys. That's my partner Blair over there, under the table. We're gay too."

"Yeah, Spring Break," said Libby. "We're here with our mothers."

Libby and Chloe waved, and Blair shouted greetings back at them. It was just as Veronica had promised; they'd made lesbian friends as soon as they hit the pool.

"How long are you here for?" asked Sophia.

"We're here all week," answered Chole. "We're on break, from college and gymnastics."

"Oh, gymnastics, that explains it," said Sophia. "We were trying to guess your sport, because you to are the fittest women we've ever seen. Just so you know, we both nailed the gymnastics piece."

"Damn, well thank you," said Libby.

"Maybe we could have some drinks, or something," said Sophia. "We're in room 325."

"That would be great," said Libby, glancing at Chloe. "Were just below you, in room 225. Our mothers are coming down soon. They're married...to each other. We want to go out tonight. Are you familiar with South Beach?"

Just then Blair walked up. "Hi, I'm Blair," she said, shaking their hands. "I can see that our social director has already made friends." The girls giggled.

"Well, yeah, we've been here a few times," said Sophia. "We're from Boston, and if the weather is just miserable this time of year."

"We're wondering if there are any lesbian bars in the area," said Chloe. "It would be nice to tap into your social database, as it were." That got a chuckle from the ladies and put everyone at ease. Chloe pegged them at mid-twenty somethings.

Libby noted that they were hot, and their bathing suits, both two pieces, left little to the imagination. Libby was staring, and wondering what they were like in bed. She sensed that she'd find out in the next few hours.

"There are, but the one we're going to tonight is our standby," said Sophia. "You're welcome to come along. It's called Mama Tried, or Mama's for short. It's over in Miami, so you'd want to take a car."

"We're going to have dinner in about 45 minutes, right here," said Libby. "We were thing of heading out around nine. How about you guys?"

"I don't know if we had a time, but that sounds good," said Blair. "Do you agree my love?"

"For sure," said Sophia. "Look, we'll be your escorts since your new to South Beach. We can drive. Our Land Cruise will seat six comfortably."

Just then Danielle and Candace were walking out of the hotel, and Libby spotted them. They rocked their new one-piece suits, and the baby girls were very appreciative. Danielle had a black one-piece with high hips and a revealing long slit going down the front center, revealing a little boob. Candace had on a bright blue one-piece with luxurious black trim. You would think they were going man hunting, but that would be incorrect. They did it for themselves and for their daughter-lovers.

"Damn, you two really know how to pick swimsuits," exclaimed Libby. Chloe whistled in agreement.

"Thanks," said Danielle. "I see you've already made some friends."

"You too have gorgeous daughters," said Sophia. "But then, it's hard to tell that you're their mothers. You look thirty; sort of older sisters."

Well, that's a great compliment," said Danielle. "We can't keep up with our All-Americans here." She put her hands on Chloe's shoulders. "But we're inspired to work out 6 days a week. I guess it pays off."

"I'll say," said Blair. "Pays off in spades. Seriously, you guys are All-Americans?

"Yes mam," said Libby.

"Wow, beautiful, smart, and All-Americans," said Sophia. "Too much in one person, let alone a couple."

"Where did you find these gracious girls," said Candace.

"They found us, right here," Libby said.

The mothers both shook hands with Sophia and Blair.

"I'm sorry but I love your names," said Danielle. "Sophia and Blair. Nice ring to them."

"You are the first person to recognize that," said Blair. "I love a lesbian that is socially aware."

"Thank you," said Danielle.

"Let's sit together," said Libby. She put the lounges side by side, with Sophia and Blair between the mothers and daughters. The sun was still out and frankly, hotter than blazes; it was like the women, out and really hot. Libby said to Chloe,

"I'm so glad we turned down Veronica's invitation to go skiing," said Chloe. "Can you imagine anything hotter than South Beach. Literally and figuratively, baby girl."

*****

When they had gotten to Mama's the fillies were starting to trickle in, couples and small groups. There was a buzz among the patrons that Libby noticed (but couldn't put her fingers on it). Danielle got a big booth in the back that fit six comfortably. The place was a club, spacious with a variety of seating arrangements and a big dance floor.

Libby made note that there was an emergency exit right by their table. There was a bouncer who was at least six foot four, and had arms the size, it seemed, of her legs. He had a big earring in his left ear; he looked like a pirate. There was another guy collecting the cover, and he was big, football big. That subconsciously made the Libby feel good. There are too many sick fucking men with automatic weapons running around.

They loved the atmosphere at Mama's. Organized but casual. At ten o'clock a DJ (who looked just like Shane from the L Word) got the dancing going. After a couple songs the DJ announced that she was, in fact, Shane, and she would sign any two merch items from Mama's at the first break. The ladies loaded up on some Shane autographed stuff, needless to say. All women in the joint took pics and had plenty of "where were you when" stories about the L Word to tell. The flash cell phones broke out and people called people and the night was magic. What other surprises would Blair and Sophia have up their sleeves?

Sophia and Blair were dancing with Danielle and Candace when they weren't dancing in a group. They loved these women. Chloe and Libby danced together, of course, but they did some exploring and got into some naughty behavior in a "back room."

It was a night to confirm in one's heart how proud you are to be a lesbian. No men, only women, especially for our four out and proud gurls. In fact, they have no contact with men, other than when they get their tires rotated. Are we seeing the end of men? After the night out, the six came back to the hotel and continued what started at the club.

*****

They all piled into Room 227, the mothers' suite. They were laughing and talking about Shane, or Katherine Sian Moennig.

"How utterly cool was that?" said Candace. "Had you guys met her before? Did you know about her DJing tonight?"

"Yeah, we'd thought you guys would appreciate it," said Blair.

"My god," said Candace. "I'm only speaking for myself, but her and Bette were the main reason I have watched the entire series. Four times." The others laughed in agreement.

There were two king size beds in the suite. Sophie and Blair had really bonded with the four, but especially the mothers. They pledged that they would deliver lap dances to whomever wanted them. Libby and Chloe gave their mothers the choice, and they declined, opting to go for a twosome on one of the beds. They knew they would be joined later by one of their guests. Libby had the tracks for the occasion on her iPhone, and she played the trough a little Bluetooth speaker. Boom, boom, boom.

Sophie grabbed Libby and Blair was hot for Chloe and they started the lap dance in their party dresses, at the desk chair. Soon Sophie had her naked and was grinding away. Sophie was full of compliments for Libby.

"You are a one hot lesbian slut," said Sophie. "You know that don't you, dear?" With her glam spikey-pixie hairstyle and super tight body, Libby she knew she was, but it was still great to hear someone else say it. She kissed her deeply in heartfelt appreciation.

"You're just an older copy of me," Libby said. Twenty-five and utterly alluring. She couldn't keep her eyes off Sophia's muscular, but feminine legs. Of course, the rest of her body, and her face, was flawless. It was something about those long, tan legs that caused her cunt to tingle. Turns out that Sophia and Blair both lift weights. Libby was increasingly enthralled with Sophia the more the night went on.

Sophia was facing her and rubbing her clit against Libby's. They got into this position quickly and it was tribbing in a chair. Sophie did not stop; she was hungry for more, always more.

She looked over and Blair was doing the same thing to Chloe in one of the extra chairs. They were not paying attention to anyone, so into each other.

On the bed her mom was sitting on Danielle's face with eyes closed. She knew that when the two of them were seriously fucking, they shut out all distraction. And they were seriously making love. Who knows, maybe visions of Shane fucking Lena or Shane doing Carmen have them distracted.

Blair had Chloe naked and was working her ass against Chloe's crotch, up and down and shaking it side to side. Grinding on one leg, grinding sitting on her, face to face. Grinding, grinding, working up to a fury of passion. She and Sophia had never been with elite athletes before and they now knew what they were missing: Libby and Chloe dominated them and they loved it. The next day their comment was basically the same: Chloe and Libby could go for hours. But Sophia and Blair managed somehow to keep up.

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