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 TWO TEENS DISCOVER LESBIAN SEX TOGETHER AND TAKE A WILD RIDE THAT DRAGS ALL AROUND THEM INTO THEIR LUSTFUL ACTIVITIES.

Amber and Wendy, spend a hot day at Amber’s house in her pool. The two teens are drawn to one another after seeing each other in the nude.

They experiment with lesbian love and over the next year, they take a wild lusty ride of passion that drags all around them into their vortex of orgasmic fun.

It becomes a question of can they keep up this hectic pace of non-stop sex. Or will they burn out together.

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Taelor and her best friend have a falling out, leaving Taelor alone for the evening. She goes shopping for a DVD to pass the time and meets up with Addy a really cute manager of the store.

Addy teaches Taelor some of the finer points of intimacy. Taelor finally get to fulfill her long standing secret passion. Addy has a near perfect bottom and Taelor shows her how much she admires it.

Taelor learns about Chelsea and her new partner and the intriguing activities they get involved in.

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KISSES ON THE BOTTOM

Linda arches over the bound girl from behind and

determinedly thrusts into Anna’s bottom one last time. With the

strap-on dildo now solidly lodged and anchored inside the girl’s

trim ass cheeks, the older woman dances her hips around in slow

careful circles, causing the firm rubbery nubbins at the other

end of the plastic dong to deliciously press and glide against

her own clitoris.

The tall black woman reaches up the girl’s back and

grabs hold of Anna’s luxuriant black hair. She twists and turns

the girl head back and rains a series of slobbering kisses down

over Anna’s face. She sticks out her tongue and moistly licks

and laps over the girl’s eyes, nose and mouth. Anna’s face

becomes wet and shiny, dripping with the older woman saliva. The

girl gasps as Linda continues to hold fast the hair on the back

of her head. Linda opens her mouth and presses down over her

young lover’s lips. Anna returned the woman’s kisses. Their lips

slip and slide wetly together. Linda kisses Anna hard and pushes

her tongue deep between the girl’s full lips. Linda closes her

eyes and lets her tongue go wild twisting around deep inside

Anna’s mouth.

Linda finally let’s go of Anna’s hair. The girl pants

and hangs her head forward. At the same time Linda continues,

<CHRISTIAN> / KISSES and hangs her head forward. At the same time

biting and wetly kissing along Anna’s bare neck and shoulders.

Her hands work up and down over the young woman’s flush, sweaty

body, strenuously pinching, twisting and pulling hard against

Anna’s breasts, tummy, down along the girl’s soft inner thighs

and to Anna’s swollen, slippery pussy lips. The tall black woman

presses her forehead between Anna’s slender shoulder blades and

holds tightly to Anna’s hips as she rides out her own climax.

Linda holds herself hard against the bound young woman’s soft,

slippery body heaving and twisting under her.

The crowd of seated women politely applaud their

hostess’ peaking. They’ve been watching intently for a while and

have been quite impressed with Linda’s manipulations and

debauching of the young woman. Olivia seated among them, is

quite proud of how Anna’s ass easily accommodated Linda nasty

anal dong.

Linda stands up behind Anna and reaches down. The

young woman groans as Linda unclips the strap-on from her

harness. She leaves the plastic shaft deeply embedded between

the girl’s firm buttcheeks.

“Wow, baby your little ass can sure can put out.”

Linda lowers the hoist chain that has been holding up Anna’s

bound wrists. Anna is still panting in recovery and is glad not

to be on her tippy toes anymore. She looks at the floor as Linda

undoes the chain from the girl’s connected wrist cuffs.

 

 

THE SEXY SUPER – CANDICE CHRISTIAN’S NEWEST RELEASE

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HOTTEST NIGHT OF THE SUMMER, THE ELECTRIC GOES OUT, AMANDA CALLS THE SUPER

Amanda has lived in her apartment complex for some time. She comes home from work and the electric is off and no air conditioning.

Her first thought is to call the Super, but she doesn’t know if she can. Previous Super had passed away and the new one just started. Amanda didn’t know him.

The old Super used to give Amanda special service in times like this, and Amanda always showed her appreciation to him. Tonight was going to be miserable if she couldn’t get in touch with the super.

SAMPLE FROM ‘THE SEXY SUPER’

Amanda Borne fumbled with the two paper bags full of groceries as she tried to unlock the door to her apartment. It had been a hectic day, the likes of which she hadn’t seen in a long time. All she wanted to do was have dinner, kick off her shoes and turn up the air conditioner to high. New York City in August was not a fun place to be. Especially in the middle of a heat wave.

“Damn.” She mumbled as she almost dropped the keys. “Nothing is going right today.”

The door finally opened and she stumbled inside, just as one of the bags ripped, sending the contents all over the floor. She put the remaining bag on the small breakfast nook of her equally small kitchenette and then went back to pick up the rest.

Then it hit her that the apartment was insufferable hot. What was wrong with the air conditioning? Reaching for a can of peas, she noticed the small note that had been slipped under her door. Picking it up she read.

“To all tenants…..A Con Edison transformer blew out over on Houston Street causing a small blackout. Electricity is expected to be restored by 8 PM. Any problems please call me. A. Guzman”

“96 degrees and no air conditioning.” Amanda said to herself as she dropped the last of the groceries on the small table. “This day’s never going to end. At least it’s Friday.”

With a shrug, the 25 year old proceeded to open some of the windows in her 4th floor apartment to let in the breeze, not that there was any. Without the countering effect of the air conditioner it was definitely too hot. First order of business however had to be a cold shower. After ten hours in these clothes, capped by a twenty minute ride in that inferno they call the subway, even the most expensive outfit began to look like a rag. The layer of sweat under those clothes was beginning to itch.

Stepping into the bathroom, Amanda took a good look at herself in the mirror. The heat and humidity had really done a number on her blonde hair. She hated to think what it would look like if she hadn’t decided to get it cut short for the summer. Unbuttoning her blouse, she practically had to peel it off. Her bra followed, revealing a firm 34 inch bust covered with small droplets of perspiration.

“You think that if I was going to get this sweaty I’d have least had fun getting that way.” She laughed to herself.

Truth was that it had been quite some months since Amanda enjoyed that kind of fun. She had broken up with her last boyfriend in June and really hadn’t met anyone she really liked since. Oh there’d been a few dates here and there, even a few overnight stays. But they were just quick fucks, something to break up the monotony. The last one of them was three weeks ago.

“Too bad “Old Walter” isn’t here anymore.” Amanda mused as she finished undressing.

“Old Walter” was Walter Bergman. Up to a month ago he’d been the superintendent of the building. He wasn’t really that old but it was a name the neighborhood kids had given him. A really nice man, the 61 year old had befriended the young secretary when she’d moved in last year. That friendship had turned into something a little bit more on his birthday last year when she’d given him a blow job as a gift. It was the least she could do after all the favors he’d done for her.

To her surprise, Walter had turned out to be both quite well endowed and potent. Afterward, she didn’t know why she expected him to be otherwise except for the common misconception a lot of younger people have that older people don’t have sex. It had been such an enjoyable experience that it began to be repeated at least once a month.

Among all the good thing she could say about Walter, the first on her list would be that he was definitely all man. Unlike so many of the men she encountered in her office or in the bars and gym she frequented. In fact, the blond haired girl was thinking of seeing how good a fuck he might be when his birthday came around again.

But Walter had died in a car accident early last month, causing her to regret having not acted on her impulse. More than just a sometime lover, Walter had been a friend and she cried long and hard when she heard the news. She’d gone to his wake only to find herself under verbal assault by his widow. A nasty woman who Walter had once mentioned had lost interest in sex twenty years before. Mrs. Bergman had evidently somehow found out about the little gifts to her husband. She’d called Amanda a whore and threatened to make enough of scene that she’d have Amanda thrown out of the building.

As it turned out, it was the widow Bergman that moved out instead. Michael Maris, who also lived on the building, overheard her discussion with Amanda and quickly moved to the younger woman’s defense. He told the widow that Amanda hadn’t been the only person in the building who was servicing the late Mr. Bergman. Michael was so openly gay that Ingrid Bergman couldn’t help but get his meaning. Walter hadn’t been too particular about who was on the other end of a hot mouth. Not exactly the kind of story the widow Bergman wanted spread around.

Amanda hadn’t met the new super yet. He’d only started last week and there were 19 other tenants. He’d get around to introducing himself to her soon enough. Stepping into the shower, she idly wondered. What were the odds that Mr. A. Guzman was a 6′ Adonis who had a thing for small short haired brunettes.

The splash of cool water against her 5’4″ frame felt good. The frigid touch caused her nipples to harden, reminding her it was been sometime since anyone had touched them. Brushing the tips with her fingers, she smiled at the pleasing sensation it brought. Even as a teenager, she’d had the most sensitive nipples.

After spending a few moments to cool off her body, Amanda turned the single water control in the opposite direction. She filled her hands with liquid soap from the wall dispenser and began to soap up her body.

Amanda again stroked her breasts, bringing her pert nipples to a familiar hardness. As always, her own touch felt so good. Soapy hands glided down across her slim stomach, finding their way to the tightly trimmed blonde bush below. She continued down between her legs and then around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soaping trail of bubbles in her wake.

Amanda let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against her mound. Running her long outstretched fingers across her firm mounds once again, giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe woman was reminded of how horny she’d felt lately.

The last two men who’d shared her bed had turned out to be serious disappointments. Both had shot their load much too soon and had little interest in spending the time after that to give her the pleasure she deserved.

“God, I need a good fuck.” she said to herself as she again glided her fingers down across her stomach and across the smooth skin that used to blond fuzz.

With a practiced skill she parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding the small stubby clit hidden within. Closing her eyes as she leaned back again the tiled wall, she pressed a slippery finger against it.

“Oh yes.” she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from her cunt. “That feels so nice.” She slid a soapy finger up within herself, followed by a second and a third. It was a poor substitute for a hard cock, but it would have to do.

It wasn’t long before she was furiously pumping her fingers in and out, sparking the tiny flame between her legs into a conflagration.

The warm water had turned to hot, filling the tiny room with steam. The heat of which paled next to that which radiated across her quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in an orgasmic frenzy.

Water running down her face, her lips formed a silent O. Amanda felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form.

Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the shower drops, passed as the blonde rested against the now warm tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax.

Exiting the shower, she quickly dried off and just put on a thin cloth robe. Since she had no plans for the evening other than crashing on the couch with a pint of chocolate ice cream, getting dressed again was a waste of time. At bedtime she would exchange the robe for the thin T-shirt she normally wore to sleep. Except on those nights when she had company in which case she skipped the shirt.

Since the power was still off, she turned on the battery powered radio and settled on the couch with the book she had been reading on the train. Another hour had passed by the time she looked up at the clock, noticing that it was already 8:15 and still no power.

It was then she heard someone knocking on the door across the hall and the sound of muffled voices. A minute later came a loud knocking on her own door.

Amanda took a moment to compose herself before answering. After all, she still was only wearing the robe. She looked though the peep-hole and then opened the door.

Standing in the doorway was a tall Puerto Rican woman in her middle 30’s. About 5’9″, she had a dark olive complexion and weighed in the neighborhood of 150 lbs. Her frame carried the weight well, the type of woman you usually described as full-bodied. Short curly black hair topped a round pleasant face and full bright red lips framed a warm smile.

“Can I help you?” Amanda asked.

“Amanda Borne, right?” the woman asked in return.

“Yes, that me.” Amanda replied a little on the defensive. “Can I help you.” she repeated.

“Actually I was just stopping by to see if I could help you.” the woman said. “Angelica Guzman, I’m the new superintendent.”

It was then that Amanda noticed the tool box on the floor. It never occurred to her that A. Guzman could be a woman. She was dressed in a plain denim shirt and pants. But there was no mistaking that she was a woman, not with the valley of her 38 inch bust visible to the point of bursting through the open top buttons of her blouse.

“Oh, nice to finally meet you.” Amanda recovered. “Won’t you please come in.”

“Thank you.” Angelica said as she picked up the tool box and stepped inside.

“I’m afraid I have some bad new.” she continued as Amanda closed the door. “Con Ed now says they might not have the power back before midnight. So I thought I’d check and make sure nobody needed batteries for flashlights or anything like that.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you.” Amanda said.

“Well being new and all, I figured it couldn’t hurt.” she said.

The pleasantries out of the way, Amanda suddenly felt a little awkward and at a loss for words.

“I was just thinking of having a cold beer.” she said. “Would you like one, or soda if you want?”

“No, a beer would be fine.” The taller woman said. “You were the last person on the tenant list so I’m done for the night.”

Reaching into the refrigerator for two bottles, the younger woman wondered why she had suddenly offered her a beer. Then again, it never hurt to be nice to the super, you never knew when something in the apartment was going to break. Besides, with the television out, a little company for a while might be nice.

“Would you like a glass?” she asked as she walked back into the living room.

“The bottle’s fine.” Angelica said as she accepted the drink.

“Have a seat.” Amanda said as she gestured to the couch. “Angelica, you said, right?”

“Most people call me, Angi.” She said as she took a sip from the bottle. “It’s a lot easier.”

“OK, Angi it is.” She said as she brought her own bottle to her lips.

The two women took another drink of beer, commenting how good it tasted in the oppressive heat. Angi commented on the decor of the small apartment and asked what kind of work Amanda did. The smaller woman told how she was a secretary at a midtown law firm. She’s been there a little over two years and was quite happy in that aspect in her life. In turn, she asked Angi how she happened to wind up as the superintendent.

“Well, I’ve always liked working with my hands.” She said between sips. “I grew up with four brothers and my father was a jack of all trades. He just treated me like he did his sons and taught me everything he knew.” “Must be interesting.” Amanda noted, all too aware that changing a light bulb was the extent of her own household repair skills.

“It can be.” Was the olive skinned woman’s reply. “And I was really lucky to get this job. If it wasn’t for Walter having introduced me to the owners a few months ago, I’d have never gotten it. They were looking for a replacement for one of their other buildings and I was applying for that job. Then when Walter had his accident, I applied for this one instead.”

“You were a friend of Walter’s” Amanda asked.

“Actually he was a friend of my father’s first.” Angi continued. “I’ve known him about ten years, ever since I got out of college.”

“You went to college?” A surprised Amanda asked.

“I have a B.A. in business. And spent four years in the Air Force.” She replied. “But I soon found that it wasn’t for me. I’ve never looked back.”

“So much for first impressions.” Amanda thought as she finished her drink. “Can I get you another one of those?” She asked.

“Thank you that would be fine.” Angi said as she handed back her own empty bottle.

Amanda quickly returned from the kitchen with two more bottles as well as a few snacks out of the fridge. The first drink had been simple courtesy, this was because she found she liked this woman.

“So how has your first week been?” She asked as they again took their places on the couch.

“So far, so good.” She replied. “It’s funny meeting all the people Walter told stories about and how most everyone has turned out to be just like he described them.”

“Walter described everyone to you?” Amanda asked, wondering what he’d said about her.

“Oh yeah, all the little dirty details.” Angi laughed. “Like Mrs. Watson up in 5B who likes to change in front of an open window, knowing full well that Tommy Roll’s room is right across the courtyard. That 14 year old gets a free show every night. Or Ralph Luck down in 2A, who skips over to Liz Astaire’s apartment as soon as her husband leaves for work in the morning.”

Amanda smiled, she hadn’t heard that one before. Gossip was more fun when you knew the people involved.

“I’m almost afraid to ask what he told you about me.” She said.

“Only good things.” Angi returned her smile. “That you were a good person, that you were very caring and considerate….and oh yeah, and that you gave killer head!”

Amanda had just started to take a long pull on her beer during Angi’s pause. Now she almost choked as she spit out what she had just began to swallow.

“What…..” She gasped.

“Are you okay?” Angi leaned forward. “I’m afraid sometimes I talk before I think.”

“It’s all right.” Amanda said as she caught her breath. “You just took me off guard.”

“If it makes you feel any better, he mentioned that when I was giving him one too.” Angi said.

“You and Walter?” Amanda asked.

“Nothing serious, just a little recreational sex now and then.” Angi replied. “Walter liked to screw around without any complications. He was pretty good at it too.”

The grin of satisfaction on her beaming face caused Amanda to again regret never having found out for herself.

“Hope you’re not embarrassed by all this.” Angi said. “There’s nothing wrong with a fun fuck now and then.”

Amanda agreed with the older woman and lamented that it’d been too long since she’d had a good fuck.

“There’s nothing wrong with making use of a good man.” the younger woman said. “I wish I could find a new one.”

“How do you feel about women?” Angi asked almost casually as she took another sip.

“In what way?” Amanda asked, caught off guard by the question.

“In this way.” Angi said in a tone almost too soft to be heard as she leaned all the way forward and kissed Amanda on her lips.

The sudden pressure of those thick full lips against her own took the young secretary by surprise. It’d been a very long time since she’d been kissed by another woman like this – junior year of college to be exact. It’d been a short but very intense affair with an older girl at NYU. The opportunity to experiment further had never presented itself.

After a few very long seconds, Angi broke the kiss and moved her head back a little. She’d been unsure of what Amanda’s reaction would be but figured that the worse that could happen would be that she’d tell her to get out of her apartment. When there was no resistance to the kiss and no outcry when it was done, she knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Just then, the lights in the apartment came back on and the steady hum of the air conditioner filled the room. Both woman looked into each other’s eyes, searching for something to say. Finally, Amanda spoke, shattering the quiet.

“Talk about a kiss being magic.” She said.

Both women laughed, the awkward threshold behind them. Angi reached out and took Amanda’s hand in her own.

“Are you okay with this? She asked softly.

“What do you think?” she replied as this time she moved forward and returned the kiss.

MY DAUGHTER’S BEST FRIEND – CANDICE CHRISTIAN

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Amelia comes to visit her Mother for the weekend, and brings along a close friend Quinn.

Amelia promises her friend Quinn a weekend in the country and takes her from New York to her country home to visit her Mother.

While there, Sydney, Amelia’s Mom, discovers her daughters and Quinn’s secret. She confronts her daughter at breakfast and is shocked to learn her daughter is a lesbian.

Amelia gets a call from her boss and is forced to end the weekend visit. Quinn, however, is urged to stay the rest of the weekend and keep Mother company.

After Amelia leaves, Sydney and Quinn begin the weekend in the pool, and it becomes quite confrontational. Sydney is in for a long 3 days.

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FINGERTIPS AND POUTING LIPS -A young girl, Margot, seeks advice from an older woman, Teressa, about seducing her best friend

FINGERTIP AND POUTY LIPS DIGITAL_BOOK_THUMBNAILMargot and Teressa have had a lesbian fling for about six months. The relationship is an open one and the older Teressa coaches her young friend so she can get with Genevieve, a cute straight friend closer to Margot’s age.

The plan is hatched, and the bait is in place, will Genevieve resist her friends advances?

Margot is nothing if not patient, and slowly, agonizingly she turns Genevieve to the side of lesbian love, basking in the glow of her friends passionate embrace.

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WRESTLING MOTHERS CLUB – ANTHOLOGY

ANTHOLOGY DIGITAL_BOOK_THUMBNAILThe original story that launched the series – Wrestling Mothers Club, plus The Lesbian Sessions, A Story of Joy and the newest and hottest… Better than Sex!

 

WRESTLING MOTHERS CLUB IS BACK! ‘BETTER THAN SEX!’

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A Student and her Teacher take their disagreement into the Wrestling Ring.

Brittany, a college student, has two pressing issues. First, she has an almost obsessive passion for wrestling, men or women. And two, she has a professor, Meghan, that absolutely can’t stand her at all. In fact the professor goes out of her way to antagonize Brittany.

Things come to a head when the two women agree to settle their differences in a wrestling ring, But things aren’t what they seem, and both combatants are in for unexpected surprises.

What starts out as a simple solution, turns into a torrid sex fest on the mat and more than once sex becomes a main component for winning the match.

 

‘YOUNG LOVE’ & ‘DAPHNE ON MY MIND’ – NEW CANDICE CHRISTIAN RELEASES!

DAPHNE ON MY MIND!

Daphne is reeling from a failed relationship and accepts an invitation to her friend Miguel’s party. She is informed by Miguel’s girlfriend, Laura, that Daphne is the only lesbian at the party.

Daphne becomes the center of attention because of her lifestyle and is quizzed by an inebriated lout about what made her a lezbo?

She mingles with the guests and is introduced to Kim, a close friend of Laura. Missing all the signals, Daphne is oblivious to Kim’s steamy glances.

 

YOUNG LOVE

A beautiful story of two young teens, reunited after ten years. Angela and Elena, take up where they left off, as though there had been no decade separation.

The two catch up on old time, teasing and chasing each other around Elena’s house. The close contact begins to stir feeling, the teenagers, that leads to more serious touching.

Left alone at home, while their parents go out for the evening, the intimate explorations of each other continues unabated. Both are racing for something they realize there is not turning back from.

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IDENTITY CRISIS by CANDICE CHRISTIAN

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Kait is a 40 something soccer Mom, active in the PTA and Girl Scouts, until the son of her best friend uncovers her Erotic Writer Identity, while he is fixing her computer. She does what ever she can to stop him from revealing her secret.

Her best friend, Samantha, finds out about the arrangement Kait made with her son and reveals her secret lesbian lifestyle. Samantha wants even more from Kait to keep Kait’s secret. Kait is trapped and submits to the demands of Samantha.

 

SAMPLE OF ‘IDENTITY CRISIS’

“This meeting is never going to end.” Kait Sullivan thought to herself as she looked up on the wall of the makeshift conference room and saw that it was already twenty to eleven.

The regular PTA meeting had broken up over an hour ago and this little gathering of the executive committee was supposed to be brief. Just a quick chance for the committee to settle a few outstanding problems before adjoining for the summer. That was, however, before Mercedes Castillo took the floor. The woman had been speaking non-stop for over half an hour.

The worse part of it was that Mercedes was simply going over what had become by now a tired and familiar path. Every small town PTA, just like their big city counterparts, had their own Mercedes Castillo. A frustrated, stuck up bitty who was determined to save the world from the immoral attitudes of less enlightened folk.

Mercedes’s current crusade was directed against the school board’s decision to use the money raised by the PTA to give Pine Grove Elementary School Wi-Fi and Chrome Books for each student. It was her firm contention that expanding the doors of the INTERNET to the youngest citizens of their small town of 20,000 would create a generation of perverts and sex-addicts. Never mind that it had been explained to her over and over about the access safeguards that would also be installed, making it easier for their kids to access the Playboy channel on their parent’s cable television than adult material on the Internet. Her only response to that was that she’d been against adult access on cable as well.

Kait wondering if Mercedes would have a heart attack if she knew that one of those so called perverts who wrote erotica online was sitting less than ten feet away from her. It’d been three years since she’d first tried her hand at adult fiction under the pen name of Candice Christie.

The name itself had been something of a private joke. Candice was her middle name and Christie had been her maiden name. The response to her stories in that time had been nothing less than phenomenal. Her fan email after each new story usually ran from five hundred to a thousand. What had begun as a lark just to see if she could do it had become a very serious hobby?

Suppressing a groan as the older woman added yet another new verse to her litany, Kait considered that if that didn’t put her into the hospital, she had another little revelation that most surely would. All of the people around the table knew Kait as a wife and mother, cut in the same mold as most of the woman sitting across from her. She was sure that even the most liberal of them would be shocked to learn that for most of her 41 years Kait had lived a life exactly like that Mercedes was so proud to rant against.

From the time she’d had her first experience with another woman back when she was 16, Kait had been a confirmed bisexual. A practice that continued up to this day, even after 8 years of marriage. In fact her last affair with a woman she’d met on a business trip to NYC last year had only ended three months before when the woman moved to the west coast. Tuning out the drone of Mercedes’s voice, Kait let her mind wander. It was a favorite little game she liked to play when she had to kill time. It had come to her over twenty years before while in Air Force basic training and she had to spend a lot of time waiting in line. She’d pick someone around her and weave a sexual fantasy around them. It was a practice that had really paid off since she’d started writing erotica.

Glancing up at Mercedes, Kait concluded she’d be hard pressed to come up with a fantasy for the PTA Vice-president. It wasn’t that she was an unattractive woman, in fact the opposite was true. Kait preferred women who were cute rather than beautiful and Mercedes was certainly cute. The same held true for so many of the PTA members that Kait sometimes secretly joked that the initials stood for Pussy Tits and Ass. It was just that in Mercedes case she couldn’t separate her personality from her body.

One incident that stuck out in her mind about how much that personality grated on her occurred last year when she’d gotten a part time job at the local mall selling lingerie. She’d distributed sales flyer’s to all the women in the PTA since her boss has promised her a bonus if it brought in new business. It most definitely had and she had gotten an added bonus when she was asked by so many of her fellow members to help them judge how they looked in the skimpiest of outfits.

Mercedes of course had pointed out that it was inappropriate to pass out such material, ignoring the fact that every spring she did the same with fliers for her husband’s lawn service. So you could’ve knocked Kait over with a feather when Mercedes’s daughter Teresa showed up at the shop, fliers in hand and asked her to help pick out something really special.

“I want something,” the 23 year old brunette said with a sparkle in her dark brown eyes. “That’s going to make my boyfriend, Christopher, come in his pants when he sees me in it.”

The image of the naked young woman was still fresh in Kait’s mind. 5’4″, about 120 lbs. with a dark complexion, Teresa had the most beautiful pebble-like nipples that begged to be kissed. It took a lot of self-control that day for her to let the full breasted young woman walked away.

Across from Mercedes, who was still going strong, sat Lizzie Koch. A few years younger than Kait, the tall copper-red haired woman was what you would call a full-figured woman. Most Men were quick to pass on a woman who carried more than an extra few pounds but Kait thought it just made Lizzie look that much sexier. There was nothing the brunette loved more than cuddling up between a big soft set of breasts on a cold winter night. She sometimes wondered about Ms. Koch, seeing that she’d moved to Pine Grove only a few years after she herself did. Lizzie described herself as a widow and immediately set up housekeeping with another woman in order, she said, to share costs. A common enough practice for single women, both with children, but still it made Kait wonder.

Next to Lizzie sat Erin Bush. Six years younger than the redhead, Erin had been born in the Philippines. Kait’s height, she had long black shoulder length hair, brown eyes and the most captivating smile. Curvy and touchable was the way Kait always thought of her.

In contrast, sitting across from the Filipina, was Brittany Fuchs. Exactly the same age as Erin, Brittany was as pale as she was dark, the gift of a Scottish heritage. Dark brown eyes peered out from large red glasses. Short curly brown hair topped a full hourglass figure. Brittany had also attended that lingerie sale and it was there that Kait learned of her taste for bondage when she quietly asked if the store carrying anything in that line. While Kait’s downplayed her own experience in that area, she’d been more than happy to give Brittany a few helpful suggestions.

Sitting next to Kait was Evone Wong, the youngest of the group. Only 27, the Chinese woman stood 5’7″. Over a half foot taller than Kait but 2 lbs. lighter, something she always felt was so unfair, Evone had the most kissable lips Kait had seen in a long time. More than a few boring meetings had been spent wondering what it would be like tasting those lips. The fantasy of spending hours kissing Evone changed abruptly last month when the two of them were having coffee one morning and the slim Asian asked Kait if she knew where she could buy a dildo. The older woman had to bite down to resist the urge to say that she had a beautiful strap on upstairs in her night table and would love to demonstrate it. Instead she suggested that a mail order house might be the best choice.

Without much prompting, the image of Evone spread out naked on all fours, her perky little breasts bouncing back and forth filled Kait’s mind. Kneeling behind her, with a firm grip on her hips, Kait’s fantasy self-pounded away at the younger woman. Strapped around her crotch was a long and thick dildo which disappeared and then reappeared as it penetrated her tight pussy again and again.

Quickly becoming lost in the erotic daydream, Kait reached under the table and stroked her the inside of her thigh. She knew her panties and the bare skin beneath them were now wet, but she dared not bring her touch closer. There was things that even she didn’t have the nerve to do. As it was, her attention became so fixed on the fantasy that she didn’t notice when Mercedes finally stopped speaking and Lizzie immediately called for a motion to adjoin. A motion that was seconded simultaneously by Brittany and Erin. She wasn’t even aware that people were getting up to leave until she felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder.

“Kait, the meetings over.” Samantha Downes said in her clipped British accent as she gently nudged her friend.

“Oh, sorry.” Kait replied as she snapped out of her fantasies and ran her hand through her very short black hair. “I guess I was daydreaming.”

“Mercedes has that effect on people.” The redhead smiled. “And I’ve had to listen to her a lot longer than you have.”

Samantha Downes was Kait’s best friend in Pine Grove. A few inches taller than Kait, she was also five years younger. They had become friends six years before when, eight months pregnant, Kait had moved into a house on the same block.

Most of the other neighbors took a wait and see attitude towards the new arrival from New York City. Samantha, having been even more of an outsider with having spent her first 20 years of life living just outside London, thought this rather silly. She had showed up that first morning after the moving vans had left with a map of the area, a list of helpful tips and a tray holding a still hot breakfast.

Samantha was an old hand at the PTA, as her fourth child finished the third grade. Most of the other mothers of first graders were ten or more years younger than Kait so she was doubly grateful that she already had a close friend when her daughter started school last September.

“You’re the lucky one.” The 5’2″ brunette said as she pushed her chair back under the long table. “If you hadn’t gotten that phone call before you’d have had to listen to Mercedes’s speech too.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, Kait.” Samantha whispered. “There wasn’t any phone call. I asked the desk guard to just come in twenty minutes after the meeting started and say I had one. I’ve been on the executive committee too long not to know that Mercedes had at least one more speech in her for the year end meeting.”

“Cheat!” Kait hissed in mock anger as they exited the room.

“You’re only angry because you didn’t think of it too.” The 35 year old said.

Both women laughed.

“Did you finish that report for the summer study group you were working on?” Samantha asked.

“I have most of it on disk, but our computer crashed Wednesday night.” Kait replied. “I was on the phone two hours yesterday with tech support but couldn’t get it working. They promised to have someone come out and take a look at it on Monday.”

“Well just drop the disk off at my house later and I’ll print out what you have.”

“Can I just hide out at your house until Monday?” Kait quipped in a semi-serious voice. “Jim’s going to have a fit when he gets home from his trip Sunday night and finds I crashed the system again.”

“You do seem to do it pretty often.” The younger woman said.

“Can I help it if the machine doesn’t like me?” Kait laughed.

“I have an idea.” Samantha said after a few moments of thought. “My son Nicholas is home from college this week. He’s pretty good with computers, he should be since he’s majoring in them. Why don’t I ask him to stop over after lunch and take a look at it?”

“That’d be great.” Kait gushed. “If he gets it up and running I’ll owe you big time.”

“You really don’t have to owe me, just get me something nice….” Samantha said. “Something like…..him over there.” She added as her voice dropped to a whisper.

Kait tuned to see Dan Lowe, the gym teacher walking down the hallway from the opposite direction. 6’2″ and 225 lbs., the bearded 39 year old bore a striking resemblance to a younger Kenny Rogers, right down to the silver streaks in an otherwise black beard. Striking blue eyes sparkled from behind round tortoise shell glasses, eclipsed only by a broad friendly smile. Samantha whispered a speculation about a non-visible part of his anatomy causing both women to laugh. As he passed, Dave wondered what the joke was.

Kait ran a few errands before heading home. Her daughter had a Scout meeting after school and this was Dora Fletcher’s turn to pick up all the girls and drive them home. The living room clock was just chiming twelve thirty as she closed the front door behind her.

Ten minutes later, Kait had just finished changing out of the dress she’d worn to the PTA meeting and into a simple blue skirt and white blouse, when the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, she was greeted by a muscular young man in red gym shorts and a white Empire State University T-shirt. He stood 5’11” with blue eyes and dark ginger hair. Kait’s first thought that this couldn’t be little Nicholas.

Then again, she really hadn’t seen him since last fall when he went away to college. Despite having just finished his freshman year at State, Nicholas Downes has only just passed his 18th birthday. Always at the top of his class, he’d twice skipped a grade during elementary school.

“Hello Mrs. Sullivan.” He smiled. “My Mom says you’ve been having some problems with your computer.”

“Oh, yes.” She said as she realized that she’d been staring at the young hunk. “Come on in.”

As he stepped inside and Kait closed the door behind him, she couldn’t help but check out his back view as well.

“Nice ass.” She thought to herself.

“So how’s college?” She actually said.

“College is great.” He replied as he stepped into the living room. “There’s so much to learn and do. I’ve even gotten into working out at the gym and biking. Mom kept drumming into me that I had to exercise my body as well as my mind.”

“Well she’s definitely right there.” Kait grinned, hoping that her look didn’t betray a too lustful thought. Like the fact that if she was 20 years younger and all other things being equal she’d like to jump his body right here on the living room carpet. He definitely wasn’t what came to mind when you thought of a computer whiz.

“Should we get started?” He asked.

“What?” Kait replied in a somewhat confused tone.

“The computer? Where do you keep it.?” he asked.

“Oh, the computer.” She answered, telling herself to put that little fantasy out of her mind. There would be time enough to explore it fuller when she crawled into her empty bed tonight. “It’s in the work room upstairs. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“You’ve really fixed the place up since the last time I was here.” Nicholas said as he followed his mother’s friend up the spiral staircase.

“Well with Laura in school now, I have a lot more time to work on it.”

“How’s she like school?” He asked as they reached the top floor.

“Oh she loves it.” Kait said as she opened the door to the work room. “She actually gets constant A’s.”

“That’s great.” Nicholas commented as he stepped past her and sat down in front of the computer.

The college student pulled a small leather folder out of his carry bag and opened it on the desk. As he spread it open, Kait could see it was full of brightly colored floppy disks.

“OK, let’s see what we’ve got.” He said as he hit the power switch and the C:\ prompt appeared on the screen.

Kait watched as the youth began to type in commands too fast for her to follow. What Kait could only describe as gibberish flashed across the screen as Nicholas pulled a silver disk from his folder and slid it into the DVD drive. Then he began to type in a new set of commands.

“This doesn’t look too bad.” He said out loud as he replaced the silver disk with a black one.

Feeling a little silly standing there with nothing to do but watch Nicholas work, Kait asked if he’d like a soda.

“That’d be great.” Nicholas said, never taking his eyes off the monitor screen.

“Coke, Pepsi?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have any Dr. Pepper, would you?” He said, turning around and looking at Kait with a broad smile.

“Let me take a look down in the basement.” Kait said, admiring his smile. “I think there might be some left over from our last party.”

Nicholas was already back at work before Kait exited the room.

As she looked through the cans of soda stacked in the basement pantry, Kait was sure she was going to find a good use for that vibrator she kept in her night table tonight. When she really thought about it, she thought it was funny that she would find Nicholas so attractive. Back when she’d been in high school, she really hadn’t been that interested in guys her age. Then again, at that point in her life, she hadn’t been too interested in guy’s period.

“Bingo!” she said in triumph as she spotted a red can in the back of the shelf.

A quick side trip to the kitchen produced a glass full of ice and a few snacks to go with the soda. As she carefully navigated the stairs with her burden, Kait wondered if Nicholas would still be working on the computer when supper time rolled around.

Stepping into the workroom, Kait’s blue eyes opened wide in amazement as she saw the familiar picture of the starship Enterprise that served as windows wallpaper filling the computer’s monitor screen. She couldn’t have been gone more than ten minutes.

“You fixed it.” She excitedly called out as she set the tray down on the snack table

. “It was nothing, really.” Nicholas said as he began sprouting what Kait categorized as techno-babble. He might look like a varsity player, but he still had the mind of a nerd. Finally he came to the point and said he’d like to run a few more tests on the system.

“Sure, you’re the disk-doctor.” Kait laughed, relieved that she now didn’t have to even mention to her husband that the computer had crashed.

Leaving Nicholas to his work, Kait spent the next ten minutes cleaning up the adjacent bedroom. She was wondering if she should offer him money for the work he’d done. Even though he was doing it as a favor for his mother, Kait felt she should at least make the gesture. And if he accepted, so much the better.

“Oh shit!” Nicholas yelled loud enough to be heard in the next room.

Kait dropped what she was doing and rushed out into the hallway.

“I don’t believe it!” He continued.

“What’s wrong?” Kait called out as she burst into the room, visions of a totally ruined hard drive in her head.

It was a few seconds before Nicholas took his eyes off the screen. A screen filled with Windows 95’s Explorer and a few open text files.

“What’s the matter?” Kait asked, unable to imagine what could’ve caused the young man’s reaction.

“You’re Candice Christie!” Nicholas exclaimed as the older woman stepped into the room.

“Oh God!” Kait mentally exclaimed as the words died stillborn in her throat. It was her worse nightmare come true.

From where she now stood, she could see that the open Word files contained two unfinished stories as well as email addressed to her Candices’ identity. Mentally she gave herself a swift kick in the ass. For the longest time she had been planning to install some sort of security program to protect those files. A necessity prompted by her daughter’s new found reading skills and her desire to read anything her eyes came across. She reminded herself every time she opened one of the files but never seemed to get around to it. After a moment’s reflection, remembering Nicholas’s skill with the keyboard, a security program mightn’t made a difference.

The young man was still going on, his voice reflecting both excitement and apology at the same time. His words were coming out so fast that Kait had trouble making a few of them out.

“I really wasn’t trying to be noisy.” He said. “I was just checking the file directory and saw the folder ‘Candice Christie. I thought it must’ve been some other Candice Christie. I mean, why would a woman like you save a bunch of dirty stories? Not that I think they are dirty or anything like that. Then I thought, hey why not, after all they’re really great tales. So I just opened it up to see if it was really the same Candice and if you had any stories I didn’t have.”

The 18 year old finally paused and took a breath. Then he went right on at the same rapid clip.

“Then instead of a few stories it opened up to another set of folders – a story archive, unfinished work, email and story ideas. It took me a few seconds to realize what it all meant, then it hit me like a brick. It was so obvious. You’re really Candice Christie!”

Still stunned and unable to think of any other explanation, Kait nodded her head in confirmation.

“This is unbelievable.” He said, his voice still racing with animation. “Everyone back at school reads your stuff – both the guys and the girls. I even wrote you a few fan letters and you answered them. Who’d have believed I was emailing the lady down the block. I’m nichO69@hotstuff.com

Kait smiled as she recognized the name. His letters had been quite good and showed a smart young man with quite an imagination. He’d even shared a few of his fantasies.

The smile faded as Kait recalled what those fantasies had been about. Because he had been two years younger than his classmates the last few years, Nicholas hadn’t really been that successful with the ladies. Until this year and the change in his appearance, he’d been considered something of a nerd, if that was still the term they used. He had shared his deepest secret a few months back, that he was still a virgin. Kait wondered for a moment if that was still true.

“Wait until I go back to school and tell my friends that I live down the block from Candice Christie.”

That statement caught Kait’s immediate attention, shattering any idle speculation she might’ve had about Nicholas virginity.

“No! you can’t!” She snapped back.

Nicholas was caught off guard by the vehemence of her retort. That and the look of horror on Kait’s face.

“Nicholas, you can’t tell anyone that I’m Candice Christie.” Kait said as she composed herself as best she could. “Most people in this town wouldn’t understand. God, I don’t think even your mother would understand and she’s my best friend.”

What she didn’t say was that if Samantha didn’t understand, what someone like Mercedes would do with that knowledge. Probably go out and organize a committee, or more likely a lynch mob, to run her out of town on a rail. After an old fashion tar and feathering of course.

After Nicholas thought about it a little he realized that Kait was right. He couldn’t tell anyone. It would have to be their secret.

“I guess you’re right.” He said. “But it seems so unfair. Everyone would’ve been so impressed.”

“I’m sorry.” Kait said as she saw the disappointment on his face. “If there was any other way I could help I would. I really appreciate your fixing my computer. If you want, I could pay you for that.”

“I don’t want any money.” Nicholas said as he explained that he had done the repairs as a favor to his mother. He paused for a few moments, then his face suddenly lit up again.

“I know how you can make it up to me!” He suddenly added in an even more thrilled voice.

“I don’t like the sound of that.” Kait thought as warning bells went off in her head. Again her attention drifted back to his emailed fantasies of having an older woman initiate him sexually.

“RRRiiiinnnngggggg!”

The abrupt ring of the desktop phone caught Kait in mid-word, just as she was about to ask him to explain himself.

“I’ll take that in the other room.” Kait said as she seized on the interruption and practically ran for the extension in the bedroom. “You wait right here, don’t go anywhere!”

From the wide eyed look on Nicholas face, the older woman needn’t have worried about him going anywhere.

The phone call had turned out to be a saleswoman for the local cable company. She was surprised by Kait’s excessive courtesy in declining their latest must have offer. It was just a reflection of her relief at the much needed pause.

Staring at herself in the large bedroom mirror, Kait debated what she should do. She was sure Nicholas was going to ask her to help him live out his fantasy.

She was older than his mother for goodness sake, and not nearly as attractive. It had always been her personality that men and women had found attractive. That and a highly erotic imagination. Why in the world would a good looking young man like Nicholas want a 41 year old mother who had to admit to herself that she’d never quite got back into the shape she’d had before her pregnancy some years before? Maybe he had a fixation on older women?

Taking a second look at her reflection, Kait realized she’s sold herself short. True, she wasn’t what anyone would describe as beautiful, but then again she never was. Even as a teen she preferred to be thought of as cute and despite the passage of years and the addition of a few pounds, she still was.

In addition, Nicholas was looking at her through the eyes of adulation. Like a lover, he saw what he wanted to see, even if it reality didn’t match the fantasy. What she also hadn’t really considered was that Nicholas had also been well exposed to both the personality and imagination that she so prized. Both was clearly evident in her stories – her creations.

“What am I thinking?” She asked herself. “This is insane. Even if he wasn’t Samantha’s son, I can’t do this. Even back when I was Candice Christie for real I wouldn’t just meet someone and fall into bed with them.” She said to her reflection in the mirror.

A silent voice answered back. “Be honest with yourself, Kait.” it said. “You very well could and more than a number of times very well did do just that.”

True, most of those times had been with other women but enough had been with men to have mattered.

“So what do I do?” she asked her Doppelganger.

“What would Candice Christie do?” Came her counterpart’s reply.

Looking deep within herself and being totally honest, Kait admitted that the idea of fucking Nicholas was both compelling and exciting. It’d been so many years since she’d done anything that wild and crazy. She found that she’d missed the feeling.

In the nearly nine years she’d been married, Kait had more than a few affairs with other women. Her husband Jim had both known about them and been comfortable with their existence. It’d been almost fifteen years since she’d been with another man and until this moment she couldn’t have imagined any set of circumstances that would’ve prompted her to want to try. Yet in all the wildness of her youth, one of the few things she’d never done was have sex with a virgin. She was sure Jim would understand how much this meant to her. How much it would mean to her.

Then, like a rocket, it hit her. She had imperceptibly gone from debating the idea to justifying it. She had crossed the line.

“This is crazy!” She mentally repeated to herself as she stepped out into the hall.

It was a phrase she’d oftentimes reminded herself in her younger days, usually before some kind of sexual adventure. With it came the usual response. “Hey, in 20 years who’s going to care?”

 

…AND IN THE END! new Candice Christian

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Emma and Jenna are in their Sixth Form College to do ‘A’ Levels and begin meeting all sorts of new friends.

Jenna gets hooked up with Hari and Jodi, two older girls students that were in the habit of seducing the under class and coaxing them into all sorts of lewd activities. Their favorite pass time is the use of a large rubber dildo, and a willing victims anal cavity.

Jenna is brutally used by the two older girls and Emma vows to get revenge for her friend. Both Jenna and Emma have no idea the shame a degradation they must endure to exact their vengeance.

MAKING THE TEAM by CANDICE CHRISTIAN

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IT’S SPRING AND THAT MEANS ON THING, SOFTBALL! SUE AND MARGIE SHOW US HOW TO HANDLE THE HIGH HARD ONES OR THE SLIDER… OR EVEN THE SPITTER?

Susan wants to make the New Haven College softball team in the worst way. Margie offers her to help her make the team.

Margie is the star first baseman on the team and Susan want to make the team and play shortstop. Margie, being a star player has a lot of influence with the coach, and gets Susan on the team but at a cost. Susan must provide Margie with oral sex and more, anytime Margie wants it.

Here is just a sample:

.”Oh shit DAAAAM!” Margie moaned, a low needy sound, barely contained in the silence of the bathroom.

The huge first basemen leaned back hard against the wall, her hands tightly on Susan’s shoulders. Then grasped, fisting tightly on the soft shoulders. Margie fought to keep her movements slow, rocking gently with her big hips against the shortstops mouth.

“That’s right, give it up for your big momma,” Margie fought to keep her voice quiet as Sue knelt before her, sucking strongly.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Sue pulled her mouth back a little, feeling those juices on her face.

Slow, inevitable strokes that shifted Margie’s thick pussy lips back and forth on Sue’s lips. The cute shortstop felt every inch of her cunt, her stiff clit, rock hard, yet so smooth and slick. Her dripping girl-juice, oozing along her tongue. The heavy weight of her ass cheeks, the dense thicket of sharp pubes. Sue smelt the overbearing smells, tasted every familiar inch. The cute blond pushed her hands upward again slightly, feeling warmth.

Margie was still dressed in her over sized black cargo pants and heavy sweatshirt. Coaxing her on from under her deep hood. There on her knees before the first basemen, she felt every part of Margie’s intimidating on field strength and power. Tensed under her hands, below warm material. Sliding firmly over her lips.

“Ease up, baby.” Margie’s voice was low, strained. “I don’t wanna cum yet.”

Sue complied, feeling the huge first baseman’s hands still locked on her shoulders. Damn, she’d barely got off the field, and into the bathrooms to take a piss. Still she’d caught her. Pulled her aside into the handicap stall. Undid her pants as she pushed her down, like she had so many times before. Sue closed her eyes again as she ran her tongue firmly around Margie’s clit again, eliciting another breathy moan. She felt Margie’s hand slip onto her neck, pulling her forward. Sue’s tongue slipped deeper again, then Sue swallowed.

“I swear you are the best damn fuckin’ pussy licker I ever felt. Take me down, bitch…”

Sue slid her hand upwards, feeling the slick smooth, vaginal muscles constrict on her fingers. How many girls had dreamed of this? How many of the cheerleaders? Sue was beyond wondering, the strange reality of being slave to the New Haven Blue Jay’s star first basemen beyond its initial appeal. A tower of solid teenage muscle, developed years beyond her age. A future big time star, a first basemen built like a outfielder, with the unbelievable speed of a sprinter. The cute blond felt Margie’s slit push at her again, wiping girl juice and sweat across her tongue. She tasted the sharp saltiness of her fluids smeared over her lips, trailing back again along her tongue. Sue sucked harder, pushing her head forth to meet that big furry cunt as her nose drunk in the depths of Margie’s thick pubic bush. She felt the mounting changes, gradual, yet there. She felt Margie’s huge muscles tighten again under her hands, hearing her breath come quicker. “Ooooh yeah, babe! Lick me, bitch! That’s right!” Margie groaned again, both hands tight around Susan’s head.

“Get ready to taste mommas cum!!” Sue heard the quick pants, her engorged, big labia throbbing. The petite shortstop found herself almost welcoming the torrential flood of thick girl-cum. Hot, streaming, thick, filling her mouth, oozing slower than water down her throat. Assaulting her taste as Margie’s heady stink filled her nose. She drunk the first basemen, taking her cunt and juices without protest. The ultimate insult and act of submission the teenager could think of. Sue pulled back, hearing Margie’s slight sigh as her tongue slipped out of her pussy. She felt that heavy weight leave her mouth, slip off her lips. Lowering her head slightly, Sue caught her breath, heavy with the smell of wet pussy, her senses still swimming with Margie’s womanhood. She saw the massive first basemen pull up her cotton panties and short, working the zipper. A big hand grabbed her shoulder, dragging her upward to her feet.

“Hey. You know the deal. Right?”

Sue glanced downward a little, avoiding Margie’s dark eyes. They stared out from under that deep, black hood. Margie’s big hand came up, pulled her head up slightly. Their gaze locked momentarily. Sue stared back, a dull, deep look. Margie blinked, Sue nodding slightly, letting out one slight word.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Just remember.”

Margie stepped towards the door, adjusting the heavy satchel over her shoulder. The broad strap cut tightly over her big back and chest, pulling her baggy sweatshirt askew slightly. Sue saw her listen closely at the door a moment before pulling the bolt back, stepping out. The blond heard loud voices approaching, just before two of her team mates came into the bathroom. Sue grabbed her hat off the top of the toilet, her sport shoes clicking against the floor as she made her way out.

“Hey, Sue.”

Sue nodded with a dopey grin to Tara, the big player patting her shoulder slightly as she passed towards the toilet stalls. The shortstop caught Margie at one of the sinks, washing her hands, letting out a sigh as she dried her hands. She glanced back, grinning slyly at Sue as she passed by Nealie, one of the pitchers.

“Hey, don’t forget to clean your hands, Sue! Bet they’re all nasty and shit.”

Neal unintentionally saved Sue, shooting back quickly. “Shit, Margie you never wash your hands, you need to.”

She shoved the big first basemen slightly, Margie swinging back slightly in retaliation, but missing. Sue headed back to the showers, keen not to say anything, least one of her friends caught her still thick breath. The lockers were pretty much thinning out by the time Sue got back. She had come in late as it was. Then being grabbed by Margie in the toilets. Made to go into the stalls with her, and go down on the huge first basemen. Sue put her hat down, dropping down onto the bench, running her hands through her thick, almost red hair. A deal was a deal. But then, maybe it wasn’t even that. Sue stood up again, dragging her red jersey off, tossing it into her open locker. Her lithe body hurt. She was eager to get into the showers, clean off the stress of the practice. Wash out her mouth while she was at it. She tasted Margie’s fluids still on her lips, wiping her mouth again. That taste seemed to fill her as completely as Margie’s big cunt had minutes before.

The blond swallowed, started untying her shoes. All she was thinking about was getting back home. Sue put her shoes down, pulling off her black singlet. Her body was still a little sweaty. A heat born of Margie’s closeness, and the act of giving the huge Amazon oral sex.

She mopped her underarms with the singlet, tossing it too. Susan’s chest and shoulders were firm with smooth, swimmer’s muscle. She was maybe a little on the big side for a shortstop, but her coach had said speed was something they could work on. Sue was all for it. Softball was her life. She wanted to make it big, and she would do anything to improve her fitness to the level she needed to.

The cute blond quickly peeled off her tights and remaining clothes, stripping her panties. She was still a little wet there, her slick cunt free, still partly sticky. She rubbed herself with her damp panties, tossing it into the locker with the rest of her stuff. Naked, she headed to the showers. Sue was all smooth, compact power. At five foot, seven inches her slightly stocky strength showed well in the smooth, almost soft curves of her body.

Everything freed from her mind and body as the hot water washed over her. Sue let out a long, heavy breath, closing her eyes, putting her face into the full force of the water. Its warm embrace caressed her muscles, easing away ache, tight pains. The warmth eased her mind, soothing her soul like the gentle caress of an intimate lover. Sue opened her mouth, taking in some of the hot water to swill around, spit. She leaned both palms against the tiled wall, letting the water catch her thick blond hair. The warmth seemed to drive more in the girls mind. It reminded her of what she wanted. She wished it was the warmth of another. She felt the water run down over her weighty breasts, into the crevice of her shaved pussy, her hand lingering low for a brief moment.

She slid her fingers inside her, her flesh tightening slightly, barely wet with her touch. Sue stroked slightly, parting her lips, rubbing. She couldn’t help think again of Margie. The blond thought of her in a slightly different frame of mind. What if it wasn’t like that? What if it didn’t have to be the way it was.

The brief fantasy passed through her mind. What if it was something more than the one sided deal that it was? Sue felt the thrill of victory. A scholarship. Her dreams coming to reality with word that she would be able to attend New Haven College, and play for the Blue Jays. Sue frowned as she remembered, pulling her finger free of her opening, putting her hands back against the wall. The water stroked gently at her strong back, Sue hanging her head somewhat.

Then working it out. Meeting with the one guy she had heard legends about. Margie Mallory. Sophomore softball player. Finding out how she had pulled strings to get her into the New Haven softball program. She couldn’t believe it. Sue had refused to believe it. No college softball player could do shit like that. Her disbelief changed to something else when Margie had put a big arm around her shoulder, talked to her in that low, dark voice she sometimes did.

“Straight up, it can be good for you here, honey. I can make it good for you,” the huge first basemen paused slightly. “But you gotta work, you know? You gotta bring the good out of your situation too.”

Sue cocked her eyebrow slightly. Margie seemed to press closer. Her presence was intimidating, all-encompassing of even the blond, not to mention the sense of overbearing power.

Margie’s voice was quiet. “So how ’bout you start off by going down on a girl?”

Sue was caught off guard, her face showing the confusion. Margie’s big arm around her, her huge body pressing against her felt more dangerous then. She felt the heat of the huge first baseman body, the sudden sweat that had broken out on her own.

Margie was, as far as Sue knew was very straight. Had a long lasting relationship with really cute guy on the basketball team here at the college. Sue didn’t know his name, but had seen him around a few times. Margie must have heard the rumors of Sue being bisexual. It wasn’t a huge secret, but just a rumor.

“Suck my pussy.” Margie repeated.

She explained, Sue silent, barely comprehending.

“It’s simple. I got you up in here. You wanna stay up in the Blue Jays? You go down on me.”

Susan’s head swum with the questions. The confusion. The disbelief. All passed in time. The shortstop ran a hand over her face, wiping at her wet features. Strong Nordic features, full lips, a pert nose. Her green eyes glanced forward at the whiteness of the tiles before her, her hand passing back through her hair.

How long had she been here? Sue couldn’t remember exactly. How many times had she gone down? That was about as hard to guess. Sue found her mind wandering back to her thoughts, her wistful fantasies about Margie. What it would be like to make love to a girl like her. Have her do she same back. Her hand was again stroking a now wet womanhood. Sue lost herself to the warmth, the gentle embrace of her hand. Her shoulders rose and fell against the striking rain of water. The water fell down over her back, her chest. Eventually streaming down over her moving hand, and thighs. With one hand steadied against the wall, Sue ran her hand upward, through her slick slit. She closed her eyes on her fantasies, feeling the warm pleasure of the water and her erotic masturbation showering over her.

“Hey, Sue!”

The blond froze, torn from her pleasures with a sharp jolt. She recognized Tara’s voice, not turning around, but doing her best to move her hand slowly from her throbbing groin. Sue managed to glance back over her shoulder, giving her teammate a brief wave, running her hands through her hair.

“You going to that party tomorrow night?”

Tara sounded like she was going through her locker, Sue doing her best not to think about her wet pussy.

“Uh, where is it?”

“Over at Shawn’s place.”

Sue nodded a little, turning the hot tap down. Tara called out again.

“Hey, you know most the teams gonna be there.”

Sue let the cold water run a little longer before shutting it off, and turning to get her towel with still a trail of juice running down her thigh. She looked nonchalant, mopping herself down, seeing Tara still at her locker, just up from her own. The outfielder was dumping some clothes into a bag. She saw the big girls eyes drop slightly, flutter away from Susan’s naked form.

Sue noticed Tara was barely out of her Blue Jays jersey, and she was already in her Pete Rose one, like always.

“Yeah, I’ll probably make it.” “I’ll pass by your place around eight if you want,” Tara glanced back at the blond, keeping her eyes on Susan’s. “Pick you up.”

“Yeah. That’d be cool.”

Sue wrapped her towel around her waist, ignoring the Tara’s stare. She knew Tara was used to seeing naked guys around the showers. She preferred the outfielder didn’t see or smell her pulsing pussy, after having caught her rubbing one off in the showers. Sue knew Tara well enough anyway. She was a good gal, friendly and sensitive. Sue had always wondered why Tara hadn’t hooked up with someone already.

She definitely wasn’t lacking in looks or size. Soft features, maybe a little on the tall side, nice boobs, ending in a tiny waist and full butt.

. “Cool then,” Tara patted her hand on Susan’s strong shoulder. “Ill catch you then, alright?”

Sue nodded back, opening up her locker. She didn’t need the towel, or to wait for Tara to leave anymore. Her pussy had since calmed down. Tara was already heading out as she tugged her towel back off her hips, began to mop herself down. Man, she couldn’t wait to get home.

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