Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2006 23:22:09 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Girls Basketball (lesbian / adult youth, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a teenager and a woman.  If
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			Girls Baskerball
                               By
                              Jan


	Joann Hated to go to school every day.  It was not
that she was a bad student.  In reality she was an
excellent.  She was shy about expressing herself.  If called
upon to read something she spoke barley above a whisper.
If forced to stand in front of the class she slouched in a
vain attempt to hide her stature.

	Both of her parents were rather tall but she could be
called a giant.  The other children teased her because of
her height.  It is treatable when a grade school girl can
hardly fit into the classroom desks.  Because she thought
of herself as unattractive she neglected her physical
appearance.  Her hair was a dull brown and she had it cut
short so that she didn't have to mess with it.  She had
never plucked her eyebrows so they were thick.  Makeup
was something she never thought of.  He selection of
clothes was reduced to what she thought would not make
her look taller and draw unwanted attention to her.  The
result only made her stand out more.  Boys teased her
daily and girls avoided her like a social Typhoid Mary.  The
result made her a very unhappy young girl.

	By the time she was about to enter high school she
was well over six-feet tall.  All of the attractive girls were
being pursued by horny boys that wanted into their pants.
Some were very willing to provide the boys with their
sexual favors.  All of the talk about sex made Joann even
more isolated from the rest of her class.

	The Physical Education Department saw her height
as nothing more that possibly a means to a basketball
championship.  They started grooming her to be the center
of the team because she was still growing.  They knew
how shy she was and had to be very careful to build up her
confidence.  The coaches worked her during the off season
to build up her endurance and self confidence.  They didn't
want her breaking down crying when opponents and rival
school fans teased her about her height.  They toughened
her up so that if someone elbowed her she did retreat but
was willing to fight back.

	She was still on the junior varsity team but was
starting to gain a little respect from classmates.  She was
still a social outcast.

	Joann was not immune to sexual desires but she
was naive about what to do about her desires.  The
teenaged boys were intimidated about asking a girl tall
enough to look down on the top of their heads and they
were the same ones that had tormented her in grammar
school.  She hated most of them.  She did enjoy playing
challenge basketball after school with them.  When these
guys hacked her she would through swing an elbow and
bloody their nose, black and eye or split a lip.  When they
fouled her the next time they tried go for a lay-up she
would put a body check on them that would send them
sprawling on the ground.  She her goal was to crack ribs.
She developed a way to make it look like she was
throwing up her arms to block a shot at the same time
driving a knee into the side of a shooters knee in such a
way that his he had all of his weight on that leg it would
blow out the knee.

	She didn't do that in games against girls because
she didn't want to hurt them.  If a girl did deliberately try to
foul her she did have the skill to make them pay for it.

	By the time she was moved up to varsity in her
sophomore year she was respected throughout the league.
They knew any rough play would draw quick retribution.

	Her sex life changed during the summer between
her freshmen and sophomore years.  She was invited by
the girls on the varsity team to join them on a vacation trip
with them to southern California.  Apparently one of the
girls had a relative had access to a beach home on Balboa
Island.  She had no idea where that was but it promised to
be fun.

	She had no idea that the strip of sandy land sticking
out into the Pacific Ocean was the playground of the rich.
The beach homes were rather small and crammed against
each other.  The fifteen girls that made the trip were
reduced to sleeping on the floors because the three
bedrooms could not handle that many girls.

	They had to go shopping in all of the local shopping
malls.  These girls had never seen that many New York
based retail stores in one place.  They also had to check
out Disneyland too.  Then the girls started getting invited
to parties on the island.  Joann went along with them.

	The parties were wild things.  They seamed to be
held by college sorties or fraternities.  She met athletes
from schools like the University of Southern California
(USC) and The University of California at Los Angles (UCLA).
She was intimidated by the press of bodies crammed into
the small apartments.  For the first time in her life her
height was not a social handicap.  There were guys and
gals almost as tall as her all over the place.  It shocked her
and she retreated from the social whirlwind.

	She took to spending most of her time on the beach.
She found a quiet beach on the sheltered side of the
island so she would not have to fight the breaking waves.
She could walk out into the cool water and float until she
felt cold and then recline on the beach to sun herself.  She
had promised herself that she was going to return home to
Illinois with a tan.

	While she was lying on a town with a hat over her
face a woman approached and blocked the sun as she
excused herself and asked if she minded if she sunned
herself next to her.

	Joann lifted the front of her hat and squinted to look
up at the women.  She assured her that it was fine if she
wanted to sunbath next to her.  At the same time she took
a good look at her.

	The woman was a very attractive woman about five-
foot eight.  She had bleached blonde hair that shinned like
gold.  If Joann were to guess she would have guessed her
to be between 38 and 42 years old.  Her figure looked like
something from one of those male adult magazines.  The
bikini she had on was a high rise that had narrow straps
going up over her wide hips making the little white strip of
material covering her vulva look like the letter V.  The cups
of the top were little triangles that did little more than
cover her areolas and nipples.  Even at that the nipples
stuck the cloth out showing them off.  She had a nice tan
that showed that she spent a lot of time on the beaches.

	She spread out her blanket next to Joann and settled
down.  She introduced herself as Maggie.  She added that
she had seen her at the party last night and she added
that she felt out of place among so many will college
students.

	Joann blushed as she admitted that she was still a
high school girl.  The woman got very interested.  Joann
told her that she was just turning fifteen.  She told the
woman about the teammate that had invited the
basketball team for a beach vacation in California.

	The woman assured her that she had assumed that
she was either a basketball or volleyball player from either
USC or UCLA.  That flattered Joann very much.

	The woman asked her if she had ever played beach
volleyball.  Joann said that she had only played indoor
volleyball at school.  The woman assured her that she had
to check it out with her.  She gathered up her towel and
helped Joann up.

	She led the girl over to the seaward side of the
island where there was several volleyball nets set up.
There was one game going on with teams of six.  The
game that Maggie led her to was four girls playing two on
two.  They were tall girls with golden tans.

	The two of them stood there watching the game.
Joann could not believe the way these girls dove to dig the
ball out of the sand.  The sound of the ball bouncing off of
forearms sounded like leather slapping skin and one girl
would go up to block the ball before it could cross the net.

	She was very impressed with the speed of the game.
The girls were so graceful.  She was quick to see that her
height would work in her favor in this game.  Maggie
pointed out the rules and told her the names of the moves
they were doing.

	When the game was over the four girls hugged
Maggie and eyed Joann and asked if she wanted to play.
They knew by her white skin that she was not a local but
figured any girl as tall as her had to be a player.

	She accepted and she and Maggie took on the
winners.  They lost of course in quick order.  Joann's legs
felt like she was running in quicksand.  She was sweating
and exhausted by the end of the game but she learned
fast.  She even managed to block a couple of shots.

	After the game she was invited to join them for a
beer.  They headed for an outdoor tavern with a view of the
beach.  No one asked her for ID.  After all who would
suspect a girl more than sex-foot six of only being 15?

	They talked about the game for a long time and
Joann had several beers.  She was a little tipsy when the
four girls excused themselves.  They pleaded with Joann to
come play with them while she was vacationing.  They
assured her that she would become an avid beach
volleyball player.  After they left Maggie invited Joann to
visit her apartment.

	They only had to walk a short distance to reach her
apartment.  Joann was very impressed with it.  It looked
like something out of a rich and famous magazine.
Everything was so tasteful.  The second floor had a cross
breeze that made the rooms cool.  The verandah gave
them a marvelous view of the sun setting.  The sum looked
orange as it was half way down and the apartment had a
golden hue.

	Maggie said my bathing suit is full of sand.  I need a
shower.  Why don't you join in?

	Joann suddenly realized her crotch was raw from the
sand that had gotten into her bathing suit.  She had
showered with her teammates for a year and never
thought anything abut it.  They headed for the bathroom
and removed their clothes.  Joann was duly impressed.
The pink marble bathroom was to die for.  The tub was
large enough for three or four people.  The shower was so
large it didn't even have a door.

	Maggie stepped into the shower and turned it on.
She adjusted the temperature to her satisfaction.  Joann
was quick to learn the advantages of this shower.  There
was not just one shower head over their heads.  There
three heads at different elevation on the three walls.  As
tall as Joann was the highest ones only hit her below the
shoulders.  She noticed the middle ones hit Maggie right
her breast and the lower ones hit her on the crotch.

	Maggie adjusted the shower heads so the higher
ones were pointing up so that they were getting her head
wet.  The middle ones until they were spraying her breasts.
A simple adjustment sent the lower spray at her crotch.

	To Joann it was like a massager on her body.  When
Maggie picked up a washrag and started soaping up her
own body Joann started doing the same.  She washed the
sand out of her hair.  She had her eyes closed to keep the
soap out of her eyes when she felt soft hands on her small
breasts.  Joann had never been touched like that and she
froze.

	Maggie was very gentle about soaping the breasts.
She held the washcloth in one hand and used the other
hand to wipe the soap away.  Joann's nipples responded.
The feeling left her breathless.  She felt dizzy and leaned
against the wall between the shower heads.

	As she leafed against the wall Maggie started
washing Joann's crotch.  Joann found herself moaning as
the older woman started using her hand to massage her
vulva.  The brown hair matted to her body.  Maggie slipped
and finger into the vaginal crack to stimulate the girl's
clitoris.  She skillfully masturbated Joann and when she
had the girl panting like a sprinter that had just finished a
race she slipped a finger into Joann's vagina.  When she
felt the hymen she knew she was seducing a virgin.

	She withdrew her finger and while making eye
contact with Joann she knelt to the floor and parted
Joann's labia to get a good look at her cunt.  She saw the
ragged shin protecting the opening of the girl's vagina.
She placed her mouth over the opening and used her
tongue to probe the depths.  When she met resistance she
pressed her tongue hard against the hymen.  Joann cried
out as her hymen gave way.  She pleaded with the woman
to stop but the damage had been done.

	The woman was lapping up the virgin blood of the
girl.  As the pain subsided Joann found that her vagina was
giving her crotch a tingling sensation that was taking her
breathe away.  She wanted to sit down but the woman
between her legs was preventing her.  She had never felt
anything like that before.  Maggie sucked up the juices of
the girl as it was mixed with the water from the shower.
When Joann finished shaking and recovered enough to
stand up.  Maggie turned off the water and reached for a
large bath towel.  She dried Joann off and then herself.

	Maggie led the girl naked into the living room where
they could sit on a sofa and watch the last rays of sunlight
making the underside of clouds look orange.

	Joann was at a loss for words.  She didn't know what
to say.  She had heard about lesbian sex but never thought
about it before.  Her religious background made that kind
of sex sound like she would go straight to hell.  The thrill
this older woman had just given her made everything she
had been taught sound like a lie.

	Maggie put her arm around the girl and pulled her
head close so that she could kiss her on the mouth.  She
soon had Joann responding to the kisses and returning
them.  When Maggie felt Joann's tongue starting to probe
her mouth she placed a hand on one of the small breasts.
She used a finger to stimulate the nipple.

	Joann had admired the woman's large breast the
moment she saw her.  She reached for one and found that
it was pliable and the nipple sprang beck when her fingers
moved past it.  She had an overwhelming desire to suck
on the tit.  She lowered her head and took the nipple into
her mouth.  She sucked hard on the nipple.

	Maggie started stroking Joann's hair with one hand.
With her other hand she reached for Joann's crotch.  She
was a pro at masturbating and soon had Joann panting.
She didn't stop until Joann climaxed again.

	She begged Joann to stay with her the rest of her
visit.  Joann wondered how she could tell her teammates
and keep them from finding out where she was.
It took a little convincing on Maggie's part.

	Joann finely retrieved the phone number and called
it.  One of the girls's answered the phone and started
telling Joann that everyone was going to a party.  She was
telling her that she should come with them there were
going to be college men there.  Joann said she had a date
of her own.  The girl assumed that Joann was with a guy.
Joann didn't correct her and hung up.

	Maggie took her to bed and performed oral sex on
her again.  Joann had enjoyed her first two oral sex acts
and wondered if she could do that.  When she expressed
doubts about her ability to kiss a pussy like that.  Maggie
assured her that she didn't have to make love to her.  She
was quick to ass that if she wanted to try she would be
happy to help.

	Maggie reclined on the bed and spread her tanned
legs.  Joann positioned herself between the legs and
inspected the woman's pussy. Maggie was clean shaven.
The labia gave her pussy the look of a razor clam.  Joann
was able to suck the flabby flesh into her mouth without
touching the vulva.  She liked the taste and stuck her
tongue into the valley.  The clit was a resistant little nodule
that she flicked with her tongue.  Maggie was getting so
excited that she could not restrain herself.  She was not
thinking about not frightening the girl.  She placed both
hands on the back of Joann's head.  As she humped her
pussy against her face she pulled the girl's head down.

	It would have been a very erotic sight indeed.  It
would have been hard to say who was face-fucking who.
When Maggie climaxed it was as exciting for Joann as it
was for Maggie.  They clung to each other in a tangle of
arms and legs.  The fact that Joann was so much taller she
practically hid the older woman.  During the night they
woke up several times and performed oral sex on each
other again.

	In the morning Maggie gave Joann a bikini like her
own.  They returned to the beach and Joann plied beach
volleyball until exhaustion and hunger demanded that she
eat.  Maggie and the other girls knew where to get plenty
of carbohydrates that were delicious.  She developed into
a pretty good beach volleyball player over the week.  She
found out that there was good money in pro beach
volleyball.  She wondered it there was a league back
home.  That was something to look into after basketball.

	While her teammates were getting drunk, sleeping
day and getting laid by older guys Joann was playing
volleyball all day.  She was getting a great tan too.
Between matches she was eating like a horse.  Maggie
was the jealous type.  When one of the girls on the beach
would make a pass at Joann Maggie would find them off.
Maggie was also an insatiable lover.  She would make love
to Joann until she girl would simply fall asleep.

	When she had to tell Maggie she had to go home
there were enough tears to bath in.  Joann rejoined her
friends and they could not get over her tan.  They also tried
to get her to tell them who the guy was she was fucking.
She only admitted it was an older person.  They assumed it
was a man.

	When she got home she looked into the location of
the nearest beach volleyball location.  She figured
someday she would have to move there.  In the meantime
she would play indoors between basketball seasons.

	Her coaches could not get over how mush stronger
and agile she was.  She led the team to a championship
her sophomore year.  She was still growing when she
finished high school and had three championship rings to
her name and colleges pounding at her door.  She had
been planning for the past three years to select either USC
or UCLA's offers.



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