Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2007 19:45:13 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Socceer Practice 4

Amanda Sullivan left for school at eight thirty on Monday morning. By nine
thirty Catherine Sullivan had two thirds of her wardrobe piled on her
bed. Choosing an outfit for her lunch with her daughter's soccer coach was
proving to be very difficult. From dresses to slacks to shorts and back
Cathy just couldn't make up her mind. She finally chose a snug fitting
peach colored tee shirt top with beads and embroidery around the scooped
neckline. That narrowed the choices for her lower half. The hounds tooth
wrap around skirt she finally chose was not indecently short but it was too
short for business so it got very little wear. Having selected the outer
wear her choice of underwear was simple. One pair of white silk panties was
all that was required.

The soccer mom quickly re-hung and stowed her clothing back into closets
and drawers and headed for the bathroom. A relaxing hot bath would ease the
tension that was building up. Sitting amongst the fragrant bubbles she
rested her head on the inflatable cushion and fanaticized how the afternoon
could unfold; bad idea! A steady increase in pressure between her legs
convinced her to change her focus. Cathy concentrated on the mundane tasks
of getting ready to go out and refused to let her mind get ahead of her.

At twelve noon on the dot she locked the front door of her modest bungalow
and pressed the remote door latch button for the SUV in the driveway. She
was taking it one step at a time. She was going to have a pleasant lunch
with Elizabeth Nelson, her daughter's soccer coach. The talented miz Nelson
was then going to give her some information and instruction on the rules of
girl's soccer, so she could better appreciate Amanda's sport of
choice. They would get to know each other better and she would be able to
watch her daughter's games with some understanding of what was going on;
and that's all! `I don't even know if I want anything to happen. It's
exciting, but it's also scary.' The insistent pressure between her legs and
the tingling in her semi erect nipples poking against the soft tee shirt
suggested that exciting would win.

The short drive was over almost too soon. Pulling into the Nelson driveway
Cathy realized that by not thinking about the lunch date she had not
allowed herself to prepare; and that's how she felt, unprepared. Stepping
out of the SUV the soccer mom realized it was impossible to exit the
vehicle without flashing the crotch of her white panties. Liz enjoyed the
display as she stood on her door step, ready to welcome her guest. "You're
very punctual." Liz said as her guest ascended the sloped stone walk.

"Where have I heard that line before?" Cathy quipped, smiling. The mauve
warm up suit the coach was wearing appeared to be made from one of the high
tech fabrics that made it look like velour but it was stretchy, and clung
to her awesome body; displaying it in provocative detail. As Cathy mounted
the steps to the small porch she was sure that those impressive hooters
were snuggled under the purple fabric unfettered. Small bumps at the center
of the mounds betrayed the position of the docile but potentially
magnificent nipples. Entering the forbidden two foot zone she extended her
hand in greeting. Liz took her hand firmly but instead of shaking it, she
used it to pull Mandy's mom closer and leaning down planted a delicate kiss
on Cathy's cheek. The contact of the soft lips and the very subtle scent of
roses sent a shiver all the way down Cathy's spine. The shiver turned into
something else near her tail bone and took a swift detour, emerging as a
glow between her legs. It left the coach's luncheon guest momentarily
breathless. "Come on in." Liz invited, holding the screen door open. The
soccer coach took the opportunity to admire the pert buttocks rolling under
the short hound's tooth skirt. Her eyes continued down to the evidently
bare legs of her guest. `She's got the legs of a dancer.' Liz realized as
she closed her front door behind them. "Do you dance?" she asked. Cathy
looked at her host with a shocked almost fearful expression; `Was that an
invitation?' she wondered. Liz saw the surprise on the soccer moms face and
laughed.

"I don't mean, do you want to dance. I mean like do you study ballet or
jazz or something?" Liz explained through a wide grin.

"Uh, no, uh I mean I did when I was a teenager." Cathy stammered.

"I had to ask because you have such beautiful legs; they remind me of
dancer's I've known."

"I used to do a lot of gymnastics; right up until Amanda was born
actually. Thanks for noticing." Cathy responded sincerely. Looking into her
host's smiling face she was once again enthralled by her natural beauty.

"I usually eat light when it's warm like this. I hope that's alright." The
coach informed her as they made their way to the living room. It was
Cathy's turn to appraise her companion's posterior. The obviously well
exercised cheeks were snuggly wrapped in the stretchy mauve warm up suit
pants. There were no panty lines visible which caused a new shiver to
course through the older woman's body. `She's completely naked under
there.' Cathy realized. The thought caused a warm glow between her legs to
grab her attention.

Lunch consisted of a delightfully spiced cold carrot soup accompanied by
sliced fruit and vegetables with several choices of dip all elegantly
arranged on the large coffee table in front of the plasma TV. A light white
wine completed the meal. Both women now seated on the couch Liz activated
the DVD player. An image of a soccer game appeared in impressive clarity on
the screen.

"I thought I'd just take you through a game, sort of play by play and
explain the rules as they come up." For the next half an hour Liz explained
the events, rewound and replayed segments to clarify points as her student
asked questions. Both women were thoroughly absorbed in the tutorial as
they munched and sipped their way through lunch.

The soup was gone and the last of the bottle of wine had been poured when
Liz hit the stop button on the DVD remote. "Just give me a minute to clear
this up." She announced, stacking the used dishes on the tray.

"Can I help?" Cathy asked

"No thanks, just relax, I'll only be a moment." Liz responded on her way
out of the room. Once in the kitchen she stuffed the tray, dirty dishes and
all into the refrigerator. Quickly she returned to the living room doorway
and peeked around the corner. When she stopped the video she had also
surreptitiously pressed the `skip disc' button. This was the part of her
plan that was outside of her control. There was, of course, a plan B but
Elizabeth was confident that her guest would pick up the remote and she
did.

Cathy raised her third glass of wine trying to remember the last time she'd
had three glasses, and in about an hour. The soccer mom realized that she
was getting a little tipsy and set the glass back down, lifting the remote
for the DVD player instead. Searching the extensive array of buttons she
finally located `play'. Pointing the zapper at the entertainment console
she pushed it. What appeared on the screen was certainly not a soccer game!
There in double life size were two women locked in a passionate kiss. Liz
watched with baited breath from her hiding place beside the door frame. She
heard the exclamation of shock that escaped her guest's lips. The moment of
truth had arrived.

Cathy's conscious, thinking brain told her to press stop, but that would
have required her to take her eyes off the scintillating embrace that was
so clearly displayed on the screen and she seemed unable at that moment to
tear her eyes away. The camera was zooming out to reveal the upper half of
the two actresses. One, the red head, was wearing a white ruffled
blouse. Her co-star, the blonde was naked. The sight of the two sets of
impressive tits mashed together forced another sharp `OH!' to escape from
the woman on the couch. `Press stop!' came the command from deep in her
brain, but it was weaker than before. The red head was sliding her tongue
down the side of the blonde's neck, down over the upper slope of her
heavily enhanced left boob and on to the dusty pink of the naked actress's
nipple. When the red head's teeth closed on the protruding center of the
blonde's tit, the remote slipped from Cathy's hand, bounced off her knee
and clattered to the floor. Eyes wide and mouth agape Mandy's mother was
paralyzed. Liz watched with satisfaction as her guest sat riveted to the
screen.

Cathy heard something like whispering. Something about turning the image
off, but it was far away and quite faint. The alcohol, on the other hand,
seemed to have now taken parts of her brain hostage. Her hands were doing
things all on their own. Her left hand had risen to cup her right breast
while her right hand, fingers really, were stroking her inner thigh at the
hem of her hound's tooth skirt. On screen the red head was giving the
blonde's tits a voracious tongue lashing. Cathy felt soft lips on her ear
and was aware of the soft scent of roses. Her left hand had been pushed
aside and there were hands on both her breasts now strumming her rigid
nipples. She watched the red head sink to her knees; the blonde had hoisted
her butt on to the arm rest of a couch and spread her legs wide. The camera
zoomed in for a close up of the bald pink pussy. "Doesn't that look
delicious?" the words were whispered in her ear accompanied by hot breath
and followed by a tongue. Cathy's only response was a low moan. The red
head's face was now inches from the blonde's widely spread snatch, she was
licking her way up her co- star's thigh enroute to her destination. Cathy's
own fingers moved up her thigh until the grazed the wet silk of her
panties. She felt her top being pulled up, but in her trance like state she
simply raised her arms to facilitate its removal. Momentary darkness as the
embroidery along the neck line of her tee shirt grazed over her nose.

The soccer mom would not have been able to say at that moment how she had
become naked from the waist up. All she knew was that the sight of the red
head licking and sucking the pussy that nearly filled the screen was
driving her imagination to places she hadn't been in years. She wished she
was between the blonde's legs. She wished it were her tongue stroking over
the spongy vulva. Hands were now on her naked tits, cupping them and
teasing the thimble sized nipples sticking out of the oversize puckered
areola a top the firm round flesh of her breast. She heard the loud groan
but didn't realize it was her who had made the wanton sound. Both of her
hands were now under the hem of her skirt. Cathy's fingernails were
dragging across the tender flesh of her inner thigh and dancing over the
saturated silk covering her burning pussy. Breathless words in her ear
again "I'll bet she tastes amazing." This time the half naked woman sitting
on the couch recognized her own moan. She thrust he hips forward to the
edge of the couch. Her skirt stayed put so that the bottom hem was now well
above her panty clad crotch. The sight of Cathy's vulva strained against
the wet silk was more than the soccer coach could bear.

Liz rose from her kneeling position behind the sofa and quickly rid herself
of the mauve warm up suit. `The warm up's over' she resolved with a smile
lighting up her gorgeous face. The soccer coach pushed the coffee table
away to make room for her to kneel between Cathy's legs. Cathy looked down
through unfocused eyes and was suddenly jolted back to reality. Her
daughter's soccer coach was kneeling between her widely spread legs while
she played with herself; and she was naked from the waist up on top of
it. She tried to straighten herself up on the couch, pulling her hips back
to sit upright. Instinctively her hands came up to cover her naked
breasts. She felt the rock hard nipples press into her palms as she did
so. "Oh, oh my God!" she wailed

"It's OK, just relax sweetheart" Liz soothed.

"What...how...oh God!" the soccer mom babbled as she fought to clear her
head. `I must be a lot drunker than I thought' she reasoned, thinking she
should try to pull the hem of her skirt down to cover her aching womanhood
but that would require her to take her shielding hands away from her
breasts; so she just wiggled her hips further back on the couch hoping the
skirt would come down on its own; it didn't. As a mater of fact it
aggravated her problem because it pulled her delicate silk undies nearly
off her butt. She felt the damp material being pulled away from her
overheated sex. the tendrils of pussy juice tried valiantly to maintain the
connection but were inevitably stretched beyond their breaking point and
deposited themselves on her inner thighs when the snapped. Wide eyed
embarrassed and confused Amanda's mother looked down at the beautiful woman
whose face was not much more than a foot from her throbbing cunt. The
woman's hands were on the tops of her thighs slowly stroking up and down.

"Shhh..." the soccer coach whispered.

Cathy was focusing a little better and dared to let her eyes move down to
Liz's bare shoulders. `Ohh... her top is off too!' she realized. From deep
in her mind came the imagined vision of her host's prominent boobs. `If I
just sat a little straighter I'd be able to see them for real'. Pushing the
small of her back against the back rest of the couch she looked down
between her own widely splayed legs. Liz followed the eye movement and knew
exactly where her guests gaze was headed.

"Is this what you want to see?" she asked, rising from her haunches until
she was kneeling straight up. The melon sized tits came into the shivering
woman's view and she gasped. They were even larger and more beautiful than
she had imagined. A shock wave rocketed from her clit to her head at the
speed of light and she emitted an unintelligible sound. Liz brought her
hands up under her heavy breasts and lifted the pliant flesh, as if
offering them to her guest. Her thumbs grazed over the red button a top the
upturned mounds. The sensitive nipples responded immediately, doubling in
size until they were taller than the width of the digit that was troubling
them. "Would you like to touch them?" the kneeling woman asked
rhetorically, as she pried the seated woman's hands away from her own chest
and guided them to hers. Cool air now circulated over Cathy's plump
mounds. Her semi dormant nips stiffened in response. With her guests hands
now cradling her mammaries Liz leaned forward. "You have such big beautiful
nipples" she sighed as she fastened her lips around Cathy's left nipple and
began sucking. The seated woman's hands were now trapped between her
lover's heavy tits and her own thighs. She might have been able to pull
them out if she tried hard enough, but the weight of the soft flesh felt so
wonderful squished against her palms and the mind blowing sensation
radiating from her left nipple left her incapable of thought, much less
movement.

Liz expertly licked and kissed and sucked her guest's pert mounds until she
felt Cathy's hips begin to heave. `What if she's one of those women who can
cum just from having their tits sucked? Better slow down.' Liz straightened
up and momentarily admired her work. Amanda's mother's chest glistened with
saliva and glowed hot pink. Her guest's head was back, eyes closed and a
steady sort of hum vibrated in her throat. Liz descended sucking Cathy's
lips and slipping a soft tongue between her teeth. The seated woman's
tongue responded automatically poking and exploring the invader. The volume
of the moan increased, and Liz felt as if it were being forced into her own
mouth. Cathy's head was really spinning now. If this was kissing then she
had never been kissed in her life before this moment. The soft sweet way
her hosts lips were caressing her mouth was like nothing she'd ever
experienced. It was causing the ache between her legs to become
unbearable. The kiss was so captivating that it was at least a minute
before her brain's sensory input registered the erotic feel of the coach's
heavy breasts rubbing on her abdomen.

Liz pulled her mouth away. Cathy's head bobbed forward trying to follow the
sensuous lips but they were now out of reach. She opened her eyes to see
her daughter's coach's gorgeous face smiling down on her. The soccer mom
was panting `when she was sucking my face I forgot to breathe' she
realized. Sliding back to her kneeling position Liz allowed her gaze to
review the whole scene. Her guest's head was back, eyes wide and lipstick
smeared. Her chest still had a pinkish tinge but the gumdrop sized nipples
had retracted a bit into the puckered areolas. The wrap around skirt was
bunched up around her slender waist and the white silk panties were down to
a point below her hip bones just barely concealing the coach's ultimate
target. Liz lowered herself back onto her haunches and slid her hands up
the outsides of Cathy's thighs. "Can I take your panties off?" Liz asked as
her fingers hooked the waist elastic. The woman on the couch had slid down
during the kiss so that her tail bone was resting on the very outer edge of
the couch seat. She moaned, but when Liz started pulling on the fragile
white silk, she raised her legs in order to get her knees together,
allowing the underwear to move smoothly down her thighs. Liz was treated to
the sight of Cathy's labia pressed together by the closing of her
knees. Her guest's sex was so flushed it was almost red. In spite of the
outer lips being forced together the delicate inner lips were still quite
visible. The milky goo that trickled out was streaming between the
awkwardly positioned woman's butt cheeks.

Liz had to reach over her own head to complete the removal of the white
silk. Crawling backward the coach grasped each of her conquest's knees and
rested them on her shoulders. Leaning forward her face was less than a foot
from the Cathy's steaming womanhood. `Oh god, oh Jesus, is this really
happening' the prone soccer mom wondered. Although every nerve in her body
was at full stimulation somehow in her mind the whole experience had a
dream like quality to it. "You have such a beautiful pussy." Liz whispered
while deeply inhaling the sensual scent of arousal. "May I look at you? I
want to see everything" Liz started at the bottom of the plump outer lips,
sliding her thumbs up prying the slick spongy flesh apart exposing more of
the delicate inner lips. Cathy groaned loudly as her most private place was
opened to inspection. When she reached the top Liz pushed her thumbs in
deeper so they were now pulling the labia minora outward too. Liz
considered herself a pussy connoisseur. She had seen licked and sucked more
cunts than she could remember, but she loved to inspect each one for its
unique characteristics. Missus Sullivan had a very attractive one. The
coach wasn't disappointed by the lack of a prominent clitoris. She could
see the tiny red bead with practically no hood situated where the inner
lips joined at the top. It was barely larger than a grain of
rice. Experience told the avid pussy licker that, for this woman, the upper
third, maybe even the upper half of her labia was actually part of her
clit. As if to evidence the opinion the upper part of Cathy's inner lips
were nearly as engorged as the tiny button. So it was somewhat inadvertent
that as Liz pulled the slick lips apart she was already contacting the most
erogenous part of her guest's body.

Liz heard the rhythmic grunting and felt the hips begin to move. She was
only slightly disappointed that her partner had past the point of no
return. With resignation Liz enveloped the upper part of the pulsating slit
between her lips and began to suck. Cathy's hips thrust up to meet the new
stimulation pushing her pelvic bone almost painfully against the coach's
nose. Liz gripped the slender thighs to subdue the thrusts so she could
maintain her oral grip on Cathy's spamming sex. The kneeling woman
regretted that the first burst of ejaculate hit under her chin and trickled
down her neck. She opened wider to catch the second and third less powerful
bursts, which in combination virtually filled her mouth. The final thrust
was all upward as Cathy arched her back using Liz's shoulders for leverage,
mashing her exploding pussy against that talented mouth. Liz greedily
swallowed the cum and lapped at the rest of the flow of juices as her
partner's muscles gradually began to relax, and her backside descended to
be supported by the edge of the couch once again.

The soccer mom's mind as frazzled as it was already beginning to review the
experience. `I've never felt anything like that before!' the though seemed
to repeat like it was echoing inside her brain. `I thought I'd had some
pretty powerful orgasms; but nothing like this. I've never shot out juice,
but I felt it; I felt it squirting out Oh God, oh my God my pussy is still
vibrating!' the thoughts were playing to a background score of contented
moans, not all of them hers.

Liz sat with the heel of her right foot pressing into the greasy opening
between her legs. She imagined that she could feel her prominent clitoris
pressing against her Achilles tendon. Rocking her hips just slightly she
was enjoying the subtle contact, as she lay her cheek on Cathy's thigh
leaving her nose two inches from the source of the intoxicating
fragrance. She felt her guest's hands stroking her sweaty hair and raised
her head to see Cathy's loving expression smiling down at her; she smiled
back.

Amanda's mother's muscles felt weak, almost numb but she managed, if not
too gracefully to slide down to the floor so that she was kneeling beside
her lover. Liz had her head resting on the couch, those magnificent hooters
wobbled naturally to the side. "I want to make you feel good too" Cathy
proclaimed as she stroked the coach's shoulder.

"Oh Cathy, oh my darling" Liz groaned as she rose up to her knees capturing
her partners lips between her own again. They embraced kneeling in front of
the couch, lips and tongues exploring, tasting. Cathy realized she was
tasting her own cum as she sucked on her partners lips as Liz had taught
her such a short time ago. Liz's hands stroked her back and worked their
way down to the smooth round buttocks. Cathy could not resist reaching
between their bodies to grasp the soft squeezable jugs. She had to pull
away to gain access to the plump areolas which were nearly as big as her
palms. Placing her palms over each she reveled in the feel of the heavy
flesh as she pushed and rolled each of the boobs under her hands. She felt
the nipple begin to assert itself, and repositioned her hand to grip the
emerging peg, pulling and squeezing. The rubbery protrusions were slick
with a coating of pussy juice they had collected from Cathy's thighs. The
lubrication made the nipple stimulation that much more pleasurable for the
moaning soccer coach. Mandy's mother was surprised by her own
aggressiveness as she devoured Liz's face and simultaneously tortured the
woman's heaving tits.

Cathy would later think that when she pushed the coach to the floor that it
was the most aggressive thing she had ever done in her life. Liz looked up
with pleading eyes from her prone position on the floor. The kneeling woman
wasted no time in attacking the splayed melons a top her partner's
chest. `How many times had she fingered herself to orgasm imagining mashing
her face into the soft pliable flesh of another woman's breasts? Never mind
too many too count.' Cathy tried to absorb the reality of the sensations as
she captured the coach's nipple between her teeth and lashed it with her
tongue. Pushing from the outsides with her hands to force the impressive
orbs up on top of her rib cage, the kneeling soccer mom worked one tit
thoroughly and then repeated with its twin. Back and forth she knew she
could never get enough. Liz put her hands behind her lover's head and
encouraged the ravenous attention to her twin beauties.

Cathy was suddenly overcome with the desire for more. Squeezing her own
face between the soft tits she trailed her tongue down the center of Liz's
abdomen, pausing to clean out the tiny navel, she continued down to the
bald pubic bone and the top of the bubbling crease. Sitting back she took
her turn to examine her partner's womanhood. She had never seen an aroused
pussy before, and the sight was absolutely riveting. She hadn't even had an
opportunity to see an un-aroused adult vulva since high school; in the
flesh. Now here it was hers for the taking. She ran her hands tenderly over
her partner's entire pelvic region, scrapping her finger nails here and
there as she progressed to the widely spread thighs. Liz groaned again more
loudly this time, and her hands had replaced Cathy's mouth providing
stimulation to her throbbing nipples.

"Darling, oh darling please" she begged as her hips rose off the
floor. Cathy was amazed at her composure as she continued to stroke all
around the swollen pubes.

"It's my turn to look." Cathy asserted as she hooked her thumbs low in the
slippery recesses of the coach's labia. The kneeling woman could already
see the red peg protruding from under the fold of skin at the top of the
slit. `My god that's her clit!' Mandy's mom realized. `It's ten times the
size of mine!' she though with a sudden feeling of inadequacy washing over
her. The urge to feel the coach's ultimate pleasure spot was
overwhelming. Cathy's thumb slid up over the red protruding organ, and for
just an instant she had the chance to marvel at how hard it was `like a
little cock' she thought but the next instant all hell broke loose. The
coach's hips shot up off the floor until she was nearly doing a shoulder
stand. Cathy was totally unprepared for the violence of the thrust. Her
thumb was plunged deep into Liz's overheated crevice which only seemed to
cause the hips to thrust higher seeking more penetration. Instinctively
Cathy brought her other hand into the game and inserted three fingers deep
into the bubbling twitching vagina. Another deep guttural scream from her
lover encouraged her to pump rapidly in and out, feeling the flood of fluid
coating her entire hand. As the climax subsided Cathy brought her cum
drenched hand to her mouth and had her first taste of another
woman. Tentatively at first, it only took seconds before she was lapping
her hand like a cat at a dish of cream.

She was contentedly cleaning the sweet juice from her hand when Liz's
moaning caused her to look back to the beautiful naked form writhing on the
floor. Her eyes were drawn to the extraordinarily swollen vulva. In spite
of the fullness the soccer mom could still see the red tip of the coach's
clit poking through. Cathy was magnetically drawn to taste the sweet juice
from its source. Lying on her belly she fastened her lips around the little
red organ and began sucking and licking the thick fluid. Liz screamed as
her subsiding orgasm was suddenly reignited. Her hips bucked against
Cathy's determined mouth "Oh...oh.....oh my God...Mandy" Liz wailed as the
second orgasm reached its peak. The coach's thighs had closed on her ears,
and Cathy was quite absorbed in her very first pussy eating experience but
she was still heard her daughter's name; or did she?

The soccer mom's brain was much too overextended to be able to reason. She
convinced herself for the moment that she had misheard the coach's
wail. `It could have been Cathy she was saying' but somewhere deep down she
knew she heard correctly the first time. It wasn't until much later, when
she was back home, that she was able to ponder what it might have
meant. Right now she deliberately pushed all thought aside and immersed
herself in the sensual paradise that up until that afternoon had only been
a fantasy.

Later in the shower she as she washed Liz's awesome breasts and felt the
steady pounding of her pulse in her clit images of her daughter standing
naked in the hallway invaded her mind. Cathy pushed them out by kissing her
new lover using the mind numbing technique she had learned that very
day. "You learn fast!" Liz exclaimed breathlessly when their lips finally
parted. Gazing into Cathy's eyes and stroking the soccer mom's wet hair she
said "there's so much more I want to teach you." Mandy's mother moaned at
the prospects but her sense of responsibility interceded.

"I can hardly wait, but it'll have to. I've got to get home Mandy will be
on her way from school any minute." Then she started sucking the coach's
face again.