Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2009 16:06:56 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brooke's Story 2

Brooke's Story -- 2
A Growth Experience
By: Jackie


Back at school on Monday I had a great track practice after class. As we
were heading for the showers the assistant coach called to me.

"Brooke... come and see me in the office," she said and my stomach went in
a knot.

The final cuts for the team were to be made that week and it was rare for
freshmen to make the varsity squad. I had the sinking feeling that Sammy
was going to tell me that I was cut.

Assistant Coach Sammy was a great motivator. She always managed to get just
a little more out of you just when you thought you'd given it your all. She
did it by being one of the girls; which explains why we called her Sammy
rather than a more formal form of address. The rapport she developed with
the track team members was all the more amazing given that she was white
and most of the track team were African American.

I liked Sammy a lot, just like all the rest of the girls. She was caring,
enthusiastic, and being beautiful never hurt anyone's popularity.

I entered the phys-ed office; Sammy was wearing a big smile. Hardly the
expression you'd expected on someone about to deliver devastating news.

"You made the squad! You're the first alternate on the relay team!" she
said with such enthusiasm that I'd have gotten excited even if the news
hadn't thrilled me so much.

She was holding up the official school track uniform. The shiny leotard
looked more like a swimsuit that something to run in. The leg holes were
cut very high on the sides, above the hip bone. It sort of resembled Wonder
Woman's costume. The very steep sides of the `v' of the crotch would expose
the runner's groin. I thought about how my pubic nest managed to poke out
the sides of my panties. My regular underwear had much wider coverage than
the uniform I'd just earned.

Sammy must have noticed the concerned look on my face.

"What's wrong Brooke... you worked hard for this, I thought you'd be
thrilled."

"It won't cover my... uh, my—" I made a sweeping motion in front of my
crotch.

Sammy looked confused for a moment and then as though a light went on said,

"Don't you trim down there? All the other girls do."

I shook my head back and forth and cast my eyes down at the floor. My eyes
were filling up I was so embarrassed. Sammy put her arm around my shoulder
and gave me a sidelong hug.

"Don't worry it's easy, I can help you if you want."

With her free hand she cupped my chin and raised my head, "would you like
me to help?"

I nodded silently.

"Okay you go and take your shower and I'll come and help you in a couple of
minutes."

As I entered the change room the last of my teammates were leaving. I was
carrying the skimpy running leotard on a plastic hanger and a couple of
them congratulated me on their way out.

I hung my prize on my locker door and stripped out of my practice
clothes. I was in the shower washing when Sammy arrived at the door wearing
a Terri towel robe. The assistant coach stood beside the bench where I'd
left my towel. There was something different in her normally friendly
expression as she watched me slowly turning naked under the hot shower
spray.

She looked very young and cute with her hair all piled up on top of her
head held by a scrunchy. The way she looked at me made my skin tingle and I
couldn't help thinking about what had happened the previous Friday at
Chris' place. The memory made my nipples harden and stick out and my skin
tingled under her watchful gaze.

Sammy set the large zip-lock bag she was carrying on the bench and shucked
off her robe. My gasp was covered by the splashing water. She was so
gorgeous that I felt my pussy tighten and twitch. Her large breasts were
amazingly firm with perfectly circular medium sized deep pink areolas and
little button centers. My eyes drifted down to the juncture of her thighs
and felt a thrill race through me when I saw her shaven mons.

Sammy pulled up on her fleshy plumpness and said,

"I like to leave just a little fringe around... see?"

The dark hair around the protruding inner folds was spectacular. I know my
jaw dropped when the coach displayed herself to me and the allover tingle
ratcheted up a notch.

My white instructor turned on and stepped under the shower head beside me,
wetting herself down. In her left hand she was holding a disposable
razor. Her right hand began to apply soap to her severely trimmed
womanhood.

She moved a little out of the shower spray so it wouldn't wash all the soap
away. Her hand stroked over her smooth mons generating lather. When I
glanced up at her face I noticed that she was looking directly at me and
applying her very white straight teeth to her bottom lip.

"I'm going to do one side to show you and then you can do the other side
for practice," she informed me what her lesson plan was. Her voice sounded
strained, as if it was hard to get the words out.

Standing with her feet very wide apart Sammy squatted a little sort of
frog-legged. The position exposed even more of her inner pinkness and my
coochie started to hum. Compared to the extraordinary long full lips of my
dark skinned hairdresser, Sammy's slit looked so demure and neat.

Her left hand was up on her tummy pulling the skin taut while she slid the
razor over the puffy flesh of her outer vulva. She made several quick sure
strokes in a variety of directions, and then ran the fingers of her left
hand over the shaved area checking for missed stubble. I thought I heard
her sigh as her slippery soapy fingers grazed over the silky smoothness.

"Wanna try the other side?" she offered, holding the razor out to me.

The hum in my pussy turned into a throb as I sank to my knees.

I applied the razor in my right hand near my coach's groin. She quickly
reached down and took me by the left hand and placed it low on her tummy.

"You've got to keep the skin stretched tight." she instructed, positioning
my hand and holding it tight to her belly.

Sammy manipulated my hand spreading my fingers until she eventually had my
thumb right at the top of her crease. I could feel the fringe of soggy wet
hair under it.

"That's it," she said apparently satisfied with the position. "Now press
hard and stretch the skin tight," she instructed in that croaky strained
tone.

The fleshiness of her mons yielded to the pressure of my thumb and I felt
the firm ridge underneath—I knew that I was pressing on the root of her
clit. She grunted and her hips twitched which scared me because I was
worried that I'd cut her.

Despite my nervousness I began to slide the razor over her slightly stubbly
outer lip just like I did with my legs. I moved the razor in different
directions just like she had. Trying to keep the plump lip as tight as
possible I pressed even harder with my thumb. I think my little wiggling
motion was accidental.

I could hear Sammy's little grunts even over the splashing water and knew
that she was enjoying the process. In spite of the soapy smell I caught the
aroma of her excitement which only added to my own.

My tutor had backed up and braced herself against the tiled wall. When I
looked up I saw that she was looking down at me kneeling between her spread
legs. Her hands were cupping her firm full tits and she was rolling and
flicking the red rubbery peg that was sticking out. There was that same
pleading needy look that I'd seen on Chris' face.

"I need to check and make sure that I did a good job," I told her running
my finger tips very gently over her swollen womanhood. Her eyes actually
looked a bit glassy and unfocused.

"I could check with my tongue... it's much more sensitive than my fingers,"
her eyes widened. "Would you like that... would you like me to check how
smooth you are with my tongue?"

The assistant coach was biting her bottom lip again. The affirmative nod
was accompanied by a deep groan.

"Will I get to run in the meet next Saturday?" I asked pulling up on her
vulva a bit more firmly.

The hand that was supposedly checking for razor stubble now caused the
inner folds to part enough to expose the pale pink nubbin sticking out of
its red nest.

"You're an alternate Brooke... so if the rest of the girls are there and
healthy—"

When I let my finger touch her girl cock, she stopped in mid sentence and
squealed. Then I took my hands completely off my coach and sat back on my
haunches.

"But I really, really want to run in that meet," I pleaded in my pouty
little girl voice and then salaciously licked my lips.

The strain that was distorting Sammy's pretty face was astounding. She only
hesitated a second before she said,

"Okay, okay, you will run."

"That's what I wanted to hear," I responded just before pressing my tongue
against her crinkly folds.

The wet softness parted and I felt the slippery heat inside. I pressed
deeper trying to coax the thick juice back on my tongue and into my
mouth. I grabbed Sammy's padded hips while her fingers entwined in my
stringy sopping hair. I could feel the softness of her inner lips wrapping
around my tongue as I probed and swirled. The firm little bump that I'd
exposed a moment or two ago rubbed on my nose.

I could feel the coach's finger tips digging harder against my scalp as I
slid my tongue up to engage and twirl around her clit. Her hips started
shaking and a loud wail escaped at the same time I felt a sudden gush of
liquid on my tongue and then the sweet nectar was in my mouth.

I started sucking to extract every drop while Sammy shivered and shuddered
pressed up against the white tiled wall.

Eventually she pushed my head away as the stimulation became too
much. Neither of us noticed the woman standing in the shower room
doorway—one hand under her skirt and the other taking pictures with her
cell phone.

***

Sammy was amazingly quick snipping away the excess black curly hairs around
my teenaged pussy. She just dropped the unwanted hair on the floor and let
it be swept down the drain by the cascading shower heads. I briefly
wondered if that had anything to do with why the drain had plugged up last
week but by then she was already applying soap.

Generating lather in what remained of my tick pubes I wasn't sure why she
needed to spread the shaving lubricant between my lips and up my crack but
it felt so wonderful that I wasn't about to complain.

She made me lie down on the bench and started scraping the hair off.

"Just lie back and relax sugar," she said.

I was surprised when she lifted my leg and put it up on her shoulder. Then
she pried by butt cheeks apart and was shaving way back there. Her fingers
were tickling by black rose bud which was sending amazing tentacles of
pleasure that seemed to be twisting and turning inside me. It was really
hard to hold still but I struggled to because I was afraid she might cut
me.

She started pulling the skin around my pussy tight and moving my lips in
every direction. It was like she was massaging my coochie with one hand
while she sliced away the hair with the disposable razor in her other hand.

By the time she stopped and sat back to admire her work my cunt was so hot
and throbbing that it ached. I was still lying back on the hard bench
trying to hold still when she wet the end of the towel and wiped the excess
soap off. My crotch felt so bare it was really strange and I couldn't
resist reaching down and running my finger tips gently over the silky
smoothness of my vulva.

"Pull it open honey... let me see your beautiful pinkness," Sammy begged.

I knew my inner lips were still a folded over even though they felt really
swollen and sensitive. Pulling up with two fingers as the coach had asked I
could feel the hot slippery juices the massage had produced. My love button
poke out and I heard Sammy sigh,

"Oh my God, what a beautiful clit!" then her mouth was on me.

Her tongue explored my folds and then penetrated right into my hole. Her
hand was between my ass cheeks again but this time she wasn't tickling; her
finger was pressing right in the middle of my crinkled ring. Somehow she'd
gotten soap on her finger and was twisting as she pushed a finger or maybe
it was two inside. The tremendous heat that enveloped my pelvis was a real
shock. Before I could even come to grips with that new sensation Sammy
wrapped her lips around my clit and she started sucking and licking.

It was an explosion. My hips heaved so hard that I almost did a shoulder
stand. Somehow the coach not only held on but drove her fingers even deeper
up my ass and sucked harder on my girl-cock. Wave after wave of ecstasy
swamped me completely until I was finally just a shivering moaning mass on
the wooden bench.

Sammy left a parting kiss right on top of my newly bare mons and moved back
under the still flowing shower. When I finally managed to get up the
feeling in my bum was really strange—but nice. We washed each other
lovingly and then the coach kissed me softly on the lips and left.

I felt like I was floating in some wonderful dream world. I really couldn't
tell you how I managed to get myself dressed.

When I went out the door of the school I was surprised to see my dad's car
in the driveway. As I walked toward it my father's girlfriend Julia got
out.

"Hey Brooke," she called. "Your dad was getting worried because you were so
late. He asked me to come over and see what had happened."

"I had a meeting with the coach after practice."

It wasn't totally a lie.

"Oh... what was the meeting about?" Julia asked and she had this really
funny smirk on her face.

"You know just stuff about the team... I didn't tell you that I made the
team," I said enthusiastically holding up my new uniform.

"That's great honey, we're so proud of you," she hugged me and I felt her
big tits squish against my collar bone.

The feel of her boobs made my bum start tingling all over again.

Julia and I made dinner and my dad was really excited about my making the
team. After dinner while we cleaned up he went to the living room to watch
TV.

When we finished I lay on my tummy on the floor in front of the television
and I could hear Julia giving my dad a going over in the chair behind
me. The wet sloppy slurping kisses interspersed with moans and groans was
very distracting so I was glad when they decided to take it to the bedroom.

Half an hour later I had to go to the bathroom which was directly connected
to my dad's bedroom. I was very conscious of my smooth kitty when I pulled
down my pants and sat on the toilet. The sounds that were coming from next
door got my juices flowing again.

After I wiped I decided to take my panties right off. The sounds Julia and
my dad were making were really starting to get me worked up, but
eavesdropping on my father and his girlfriend was too weird. I went back to
the living room and resumed my TV watching position on my stomach with my
head cradled in my hands. I lay there like the thirteen year old I was.

I found that by rocking my hips and kicking my feet I could generate some
pretty arousing sensations. The feel of my hairless mons pressing on the
front of my skirt and then on the carpet underneath was new and exciting.

I was more into surreptitiously teasing myself than watching the show on
the small screen when Julia breezed into the room. She flopped in the big
comfy armchair behind me, tucked one foot up underneath her ass and lit a
cigarette.

As usual she was wearing the short red silk or satin robe that barely
covered her ass. Strangely it wasn't the view of her long shapely Latina
legs or the frequent glimpses of her ass that got me going when she wore
the revealing dressing gown. It was her long thick nipples poking out at
least an inch against the thin fabric that made my crotch achy.

"Your father really blew a big load tonight," Julia over-shared.

It wasn't unusual for my father's lover to make lewd statements to me about
their love making. I glanced over my shoulder as she spoke, and from the
low angle on the floor I got a good view up under her silky gown. I was
surprised to she Julia's fingers stroking over her swollen labia and the
gooey mess that seemed to be flowing out. I stopped kicking my legs because
the pulse that hit my pussy threatened to make me moan out loud.

I hadn't been with a man but I had to admit that the concept of ejaculation
fascinated me. I'd caught my dad trying to sneak from showering in the
bathroom back to his bedroom naked a couple of times. I don't think he ever
knew. His long black dick and heavy balls wobbling and swaying as he
scurried excited my curiosity. It wasn't as though I wanted to fuck my
father but his equipment thrilled me.

I tried to imagine what his cock looked like all hard and shiny. What did
it look like when his spunk came shooting out—how far did it fly? What
would it taste like? What would that hard pole feel like up inside of me?

All of those nasty thoughts invaded my brain as I turned back toward the TV
even though I'd completely lost track of what was going on in the show.

"I know what your meeting with the assistant coach was about," Julia said
meaningfully.

A cold chill ran down my spine and I couldn't stop my head from twisting
around to look in her direction again. Her fingers were still playing over
the red engorged lips of her sex and they looked even gooier than before;
more stuff had leaked out.

"Ya know if the wrong people found out what you two were doing, she'd lose
her job and you'd be kicked off the team."

My head started spinning and for some reason my butt-hole clenched.

`How did she know?'

"Take a look," she invited and tossed me her cell phone.

The picture on the tiny screen was taken in the school shower room. It
showed me on my knees with my face buried between Sammy's legs.

"There's lots more... just hit the forward key if you want to see
them. They're really hot," Julia's last came out like a grunt and I glanced
at her in near panic as she dug her fingers into her sloppy quim.

"Some people might think that's the reason you made the team," she croaked.

I wanted to protest; tell her that the sex came after, but what did it
matter—she was right! Anyone seeing the pictures would assume that it
was the other way around.

"Yuh...You're not going to show them to anybody... are you?" I moaned and
my heart was racing.

"Well I don't know," Julia said pensively while she adjusted her position
in the big armchair.

She pulled her leg out from under her butt and swung it up onto the padded
arm of the chair. Then she threw her other leg over the other arm and
scooted her hips forward. Her wide open sticky cunt was just above eye
level to my position lying on the floor.

"Your dad was a little too quick for me today," she mused and I saw the
slick tendrils of sex juices stretch between her forefinger and the pink
jelly bean at the top of her crease.

"Maybe if you finish what he started... and clean up all this cum... maybe
I could be persuaded to keep it to myself."

I'd wondered what cum tasted like and now it seemed I had no choice—I
was going to find out. I hauled my thirteen year old body up onto my knees
and tried my best to smile as I slid my hands down Julia's soft widely
spread inner thighs.

"Take your dress off," she commanded in a guttural tone.

I pulled the little bra dress over my head leaving my mouthwatering brown
adolescent body naked to her inspection.

Her finger continued to make circular motions on her firm nubbin, pulling
back the hood and scraping it with her long red finger nail.

"Eat me out you little slut. Suck up all that seed that made you in the
first place."

I started licking the buttery soft folds of my dad's lover's pussy. She was
groaning and her hips were twitching as I worked my way all around her
sodden labia.

I was by no means a connoisseur yet but having tasted two mature pussies
the difference was immediately apparent. The salty and just slightly
vinegary taste didn't belong. I knew right away that it was my dad's
ejaculate. For some reason the image of the spunk shooting out of his long
hard black member flashed through my mind and it drove me crazy. I started
licking and sucking like a girl possessed. The way my tongue and lips and
head moved, the scene wouldn't have been out of place in the Exorcist.

I guess I shocked Julia with my enthusiasm. She squealed and spread the top
of her robe grabbing and squeezing her mature tits.

Rolling my eyes back as I continued to tongue and suck on the sloppy
womanhood I got my first unobstructed view of her tightly crinkled areolas
while she tugged and plucked at her long red nipples.

Balancing on my left elbow embedded in the seat of the armchair I slipped
my right hand between my legs and fingered myself with the same ferocity I
was delivering to Julia's cunt with my mouth.

I don't know how long it lasted. It could have been just a couple of
minutes, but then it might have been much longer. The intensity of the
smell and taste as I mashed my face into her steamy quagmire and the feel
of my own newly bald pussy on my fingers and hand swept me away to a place
where time didn't exist.

All I knew was that when I felt Julia's hips begin to thrust and she
grabbed the back of my head, grinding my face into her snatch as she came
my own pussy erupted too. Shuddering and shaking, licking and sucking the
torrent of pleasure that wracked my body was like nothing I had ever
experienced. I had thought the orgasm my hairdresser had given me was
intense but this was in another class altogether.

I collapsed onto the floor and just lay there trying to get a grip on all
that had just happened.

When I finally got up Julia was still half sitting, half lying in that lewd
legs spread knees up position. She was making contented little mewing
sounds which made me proud of the job I'd done.

I picked up my dress and staggered to the shower.