Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 09:22:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Woman on the Beach 2 (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/FFF...)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a
teenage girl and older women.  If this type of content
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             The Woman on the Beach 2
                      By
                     Jan

	I foolishly told my best friend not to tell
anyone, but the reason I was not around for a month
was because I was living with a couple of older
German tourists.  She was confused so I admitted
that for four weeks I had been having nonstop sex
with them.

	It didn't take twenty four hours for all of my
friends to know about what I had been doing.  They
stopped calling me or including me on their walks on
the beach.  It crushed me that my best friend told
everyone, and they had abandoned me.

	I couldn't go to the beach anymore, but I
couldn't stay away from the water, so I went to a
different beach.  This beach had several beach
volleyball courts.  There were plenty of people playing
two-man-volleyball.  I became fascinated with the
games.  I watched them playing for several hours, and
returned the next day early planning to watch them
playing.  There were a couple of courts set aside for
women.  I was planning on watching a couple of teams
play.

	I had brought along a folding beach chair and
had just settled down to watch when a shadow loomed
over me.  When I looked up into the morning sun I
barely made out the figure of a tall woman standing
over me.  She kind of moved around to face me, so
that I was not blinded by the sun.

	I was impressed by her, because she was a six-
foot two tall, slender, blonde with a golden tan.  She
looked to be about twenty years old.  All she had on
was a tight fitting red bikini bottom and a black
spandex sports bra that smashed her breasts tightly
against her body.  She asked me, "Would you like to
be my partner in a match?"

	I was intimidated by the skill of the women I
had seen playing the day before.  I tried to beg off
by saying, "I have never played beach ball before.  I
don't think I could keep up with all of these girls!"

	The woman held out her hand, expecting me to
shake it, "My name is Angela, and I'm looking for a
new partner!  I can teach you!"

	With her assurance I got to my feet.  She led
me to the empty court, and started teaching me.  She
would bounce the ball off the net, and I would have to
try and bounce it up before it would hit the sand.

	Running in the soft sand was taking a lot out of
me.  We had only been doing it for a few minutes
before a couple of other girls approached and
challenged us to a match.

	The prospect of playing against these tanned
girls frightened me, but Angela assured me that it
would be a good workout for both of us, and I had to
start somewhere.

	Angela had to work extra hard to make up for
my lack of skill.  Normally she would have been at the
net as the spiker, while her partner would have been
the digger in the backcourt.  I just couldn't keep up
with all of the running in the sand, so Angela had to
cover a lot more ground.  Of course we lost and I
begged her forgiveness.  She was very kind assuring
me that I had played better than she expected.

	I was exhausted and covered in sand.  We
headed for the outdoor public showers to rinse off
the sand.  She invited me to join her for iced tea.
She bought us a couple of large cups of iced tea and
we sat down at a plastic table facing the beach, so we
could watch the matches.

	I felt like a limp rag, but the iced tea was very
refreshing.  Angela pointed out what the players were
doing and taught me the hand signals being used by
the spikers.  There was a lot more to the game than I
had expected.  She assured me that my legs would
get used to it if I was willing to spend the time
running in the sand to get in shape.

	When I had recovered enough she challenged
me to join her on a run.  I foolishly accepted.  We
started jogging up the beach.  When she finally
stopped I was exhausted and sweating like mad.

	Angela was kind enough to warn me that every
muscle on my body would he sore tomorrow, but I
would have to work it out.  She told me the third day
would be the worst, but if I stuck it out it would get
better.  In time your body will rebel if you don't
exercise every day.

	True to her words my body hurt so bad I could
hardly get out of bed.  I put on my tightest fitting
bikini so that my breasts would not flop around,
grabbed a towel and headed for the beach.

	Angela was waiting for me.  She demanded that
we run to get loosened up.  It hurt to play volleyball,
but I stuck it out.  The third day was the worst, just
as she had predicted.  It was all I could do to move.
My legs and arms felt like they were made of lead.  It
was all I could to move.  I managed to limp my way to
the beach though.

	Angela suggested that we swim a little before
running the beach.  The salt water relaxed me a little.
Just the same I could hardly run in the soft sand.  I
played miserably that day.

	The fourth day was better though.  Slowly my
game improved, I was no longer an embarrassment for
Angela.  Our game was getting good enough to beat
most of the other teams on the beach.  I had even
bought a couple of sports bras to give me the extra
support.

	Before long it got so that we had a hard time
finding anyone willing to play against us.  We were
consistently beating every team on the beach.  We
were having to go to other beaches to find
competition.

	One afternoon after we returned to our beach
she invited me to go with her to a party at the home
of a very wealthy woman.  She indicated that the
woman might be willing to be our sponsor, so we could
turn professional.

	For some reason I felt it necessary to confess
to her about my past.  I no more than told her that I
had spent a month last summer as a love slave for a
couple of lesbians from Germany, than she told me
that she knew already.

	She told me, "I had asked around if anyone
knew you.  Someone on the beach told me about your
friends, and when I asked them about you, they told
me about your sexual escapades with the German
tourists.  I thanked them and told them that we were
joining the pro beach volleyball league!  I enjoyed the
looks on their faces as I walked away."

	I was so appreciative of her defense of me that
I hugged and kissed her on the cheek.  She told me
to dress nicely for the party and she would pick me
up at seven.

	I did to look my best for the party.  Angela
arrived shortly before seven driving a Fiat 500
Abarth (Spider).  My parents were pleased to meet
my new friend.  They were overwhelmed by how tall
she was.

	She drove us to an exclusive section of town.
The house looked palatial, and there were several
cars parked in front.  We were greeted by a properly
dressed maid and led to a hall where she introduced
us to the lady of the house.

	I couldn't help noticing that even though most
of the guests were women, there were plenty of men.
They were grouped in clusters, drinking while they
talked.

	The hostess of the party was a handsome
middle-aged woman, with gray hair.  She looked
positively regal.  She beamed at me when Angela
introduced me to her as her new volleyball teammate.

	She took me by the arm and led me through the
house, showing me every room.  The last room was her
bedroom.  To my surprise she kissed me on the
mouth.  I didn't resist her advances.  She removed my
clothes and her own.  She placed me on the bed, and
started playing with my tits and pussy.  The last thing
she did was mount me in a 69 position.  Afterwards
we got dressed to return to the party.

	I noticed that the room had segregated.  Men
were clustered together and women were clustered
together.  They were kissing and touching each
other's bodies.  It shocked me at the same time it
thrilled me.  We found Angela embracing a woman
about 35.  They each had a hand rubbing each other's
crotches under their dresses.

	Our hostess was talking to me when she said, "I
have a beach volleyball court in the back yard, would
you like to play for my guests?"

	I commented, "I didn't bring a swim suit!"

	She said, "That won't be necessary, it is a
private yard.  You young ladies can play like the Old
Greek Olympians in the nude!"

	The idea of playing volleyball in the nude
shocked me at the same time made my pussy wet.

	She made an announcement, "WE NEED A
COUPLE OF LADIES TO VOLUNTEER TO PLAY A
GAME OF NUDE BEACH VOLLEYBALL AGAINST
ANGELA AND SANDRA!"

	There was some twittering but a couple of
young women stepped forward.  The four of us
stripped off all of our clothes before following our
hostess to the back yard.

	True to her statement there was a full sized
beach volleyball court in the backyard.  She had at
least two feet of beach sand covering the court.

	It was definitely strange playing volleyball in
the nude.  Sand managed to get in every nook and
cranny.  It did excite me having so many people
watching my tits bounce up and down.  We managed to
play three games rather well.  The four of us were
led to a large shower in the pool house where the
four of us could clean up.

	The four of us congratulated each other on the
match by hugging and kissing under the spray of the
showers.  The losers knelt in front of us to eat our
pussies as a reward.  Our hostess was standing
outside the shower watching everything.  We
eventually had to dress and go home. Angela kissed
me as I got out of the car.

	The next day when I went to the beach the
hostess was there where she explained that she was
willing to sponsor us on the pro circuit.  She would pay
for the transportation, hotels, meals and incidental
expenses.  In exchange we would sleep with her and
her coach friend.  Angela agreed for the both of us.
I was too shocked to say anything.  We were going to
be playing in every country ringing the Mediterranean
Sea.  In time we would compete in Europe and the
United States.  We might even get to represent
Croatia in the Olympics.

	We crossed the water to play on the beaches in
Venice to start with.  At night it was exciting to bury
my face in the hairy pussy of our benefactor.

	I was never happier than I was with her sitting
on my face and fucking me with her dildos.  The
added treat was getting to party with those lovely
Italia volleyball players.  We would shower together
after the day.  Sucking pussy became my favorite
pastime.  Angela was an ardent lover too.

	She would exercise every morning to limber up.
When she would lock her knees and bend over to
place her hand on the floor, I couldn't resist
spreading her ass and licking her asshole.  She was so
tall I hardly had to bend over to put my mouth on her
ass.

	Having a coach along to drive us ensured that
we didn't get rusty when we had a few days between
matches.  As we circled the Mediterranean Sea I
thrill at every opportunity to make love to women in
every country.  We enjoyed sex with Greek, Turkish,
Jewish, Arabian, Egyptian, Moroccan, Spanish,
French, German and even Swiss women.

	In all of my encounters I was the submissive
one.  The older women would use me like a slave.
They punished me with paddles to make me work
harder to please them.

	As our victories increased we earned more
money and sent home trophies.  We actually became
heroes back home.  There were full page stories in
the papers about our victories, and the television
went out of their way to broadcast our matches.

	When we returned home we were greeted by
the press and fans.  The most satisfying thing was
running into the girl that had been my best friend.
She tried to welcome me like an old friend.  She
asked me what she could do to make up for betraying
me.

	I told her that the only way I would forgive her
was for her to stick her tongue up my ass.

	She got a pained look on her face, but
eventually agreed to do it.  To increase her
discomfort I made her do it in front of our old
friends.  While our so-called friends gathered
around, I removed my panties and bent over at the
waist with my dress pulled up and over my back.  I
told her to part my cheeks and kiss my ass.

	She was reluctant, but eventually kissed my
puckered asshole.  I told her to stick her tongue in.
She licked it for a long time before she worked up
the nerve to actually stick her tongue into my
asshole.  When I was satisfied that I had
embarrassed her enough I stood up and told them all
that they could kiss my ass.  You treated me like dirt
because I told her about liking to fuck women, so now
I don't care what you think.  As far as I'm concerned
your friendship is no longer a concern of mine.  My
last gesture was to piss in the face of the girl that
had betrayed my friendship.



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