FEMMES IN SOCCER
In the soccer team, about half of the girls were lesbians or bi sex. In fact, some of the girls were known to sleep with others, including me with a couple of them. At my 29 I was one of the veterans and best players in attack, as well as the captain of the team. I was friendly with all, until a new one, Martha, a defense, arrived. She was 27, came from another team, and soon our rivalry started. We were of very similar stats, 5’8”, 150 lbs, muscular, 38D, brunettes, and as we could see in the showers, bushy, thick and dark bushes.
The first time I noticed something was in a training match. I played in the center o the attack of team A and she played center defense of team B. The first time I run to the goal, she moved swiftly and her right foot swept my legs and I fell on my belly. The kick was vicious and illegal, especially in a training and I stood up like a spring and came nose to nose with her. “What the hell you think you are doing, Martha?”, I spit the words. “Just stopping you from scoring, Miriam, didn’t you notice?”, she laughed. The coach arrived and admonished her and we restarted the game. A few minutes later, as I was trying to pass by her on my way to the goal, her boobs slammed on mine in a painful smash. I had lost the ball and the patience, I smashed my tits on hers and we stood nose to nose, breathing on our faces. The coach came again and started screaming: “What’s up with you, girls? We are all in the same team”. We stared at each other in a mute “This doesn’t finish here”, but got back to the game. No more problems that day, but in the following, every contact was like a challenge everytime we fought for the ball. I must say I started playing dirty too. Jumping to hit the ball with the head would mean a hard elbow on the ribs or a knee on a thigh, or a kick on an ankle. We developed a nice smile when hitting the other, but we were careful since the coach had threatened us with not playing the next game.
The coach, Margaret, by the way, was the dream of all the lesbian girls of the team. In her late 30’s, red head, curvaceous and exuberant, we all wanted an opportunity to be with her, but not precisely training soccer, but practicing love in a bed. But she had a partner, as beautiful as herself and didn’t want to mix her personal life with the sport.
And it was our admiration for her that ignited the fire. One day a girl came to tell me Martha was bragging about her friendship with Margaret. I sent a message to Martha thru the same girl. “If Margaret would be with some one other than her partner, it would be with me”.
After the next official match, that we won 3-1, in the lockers room, Martha came to me when I was undressing from my soccer top. She was also in top less. “Is it true you believe Margaret would prefer you over me?”, asked with her nose almost on mine. “Yes, I believe so, but I don’t think she will leave her partner for any of us”, I said without stepping back, so our tits were touching. “Not for you, no, I am sure”, she pressed her tits. “In doubt, never for you, and don’t crowd me, bitch”, I said annoyed, pushing her back with a thrust of my big boobs. I saw her hand coming fast but I had time to block it with my left hand and slap her face with my right. In a moment we were slapping and punching each other, finally letting go our rage for the other. Nobody tried to separate us. The girls, in different levels of nakedness, made a circle around us and cheered, I am proud to say mostly on my side. We were already on the floor, sweating and kicking each other, when Margaret, who had been attending the press, appeared in the lockers room. She screamed, grabbed us by our pony tails and pulled us on our feet. “I knew you two would come to that, sooner or later, idiots. What is the stupid reason for this brawl?”. It was silence for a while, girls looking at each other, while our coach waited impatiently. Finally, Brenda, our goalkeeper and second captain of the team, spoke. “The reason is you, Margaret”. The coach looked astonished, especially when Brenda continued and explained what we both had said. “I knew you were stupid, but not as much”, she said laughing hard. “I would not think of any of you, even if I would break with my partner. You are both beautiful, but I would never do that with any one of the team, you should know it”. She laughed more and continued: “But I have an idea, you will fight when and where I will say. Since the motive was sexual, it will be a fight woman to woman, naked, on the grass of our field, without more spectators than the team members and I. Exceptionally, the winner will have me once. The loser will abandon the team. Is this clear?”. There were excited whispers among the girls, and we looked at each other ashamed but more than ever decided to win, due to the unexpected lovely prize.
The fight would be the next morning, a day that usually was off for the team. The doors of the field would be closed. We arrived almost at the same time. The coach was already there and with her partner, Gina, a brunette as beautiful and exuberant as Margaret. She greeted us with a big smile. “So, one of you is going to have my lover? Of course, I want to watch”, she said laughing. The rest of the team was also there, all excited at the prospect of our fight. We were in a corner of the field.
We got naked in front of each other, while the team, the coach and her lover sat on the grass. Martha was beautiful in her full nakedness, her full boobs proudly high and her nipples hard. As were mine of course. Her bush was as thick and dark as mine. We got closer and I could smell her arousal as she could smell mine. We extended our arms and our hands groped our tits, raking nails and twisting nipples. Soon we had tears in our eyes, but we clawed harder. It was Martha the first to step back, then she came to me hard, bear hugging me as slamming her boobs on mine as we struggled around for domination. She kissed me, her tongue almost in my throat, trying to gag me, but my tongue fought and we sucked each other, saliva dripping for our mouths, breathing hard, bodies starting to sweat and smell. “I am going to destroy your cxnt, bitch”, she whispered. “I will out fuck you, slut”, I whispered, as our right hands moved between our legs and pulled at the bushes painfully. We continued kissing, almost biting and I realized she was a good kisser. I inserted two fingers in her slit and she did the same while our thumbs rubbed our excited clits, hers bigger even than mine. We were sweating and groaning loud, surrounded by the team girls who cheered and commented between them.
We exploded together on our fingers, and continue fucking and sucking tongues. I whispered: “cxnt to cxnt, bitch”, we separated, sat on the green, opened our thighs and slammed our bushes in a scissor position. Our clits and labia locked and ground, the juices of the orgasm mixing and sliding to our thighs, the smells strong of juices and sweat. I realized Martha excited me more than I had expected, but I was sure she was also very excited. We squeezed our tits hard, rubbing our palms on the enlarged nipples as we fucked cxnt to cxnt wildly but controlled.
We came again together, and this time the juices were accompanied of two streams of pee which splashed on our mounds and bellies. Since we came together, the fight would continue until one of us gave up or one would cum before clearly before. We had still our soaked pussy locked and our bodies were wet of sweat, cum and pee. Martha said in whispers: “You are good, Miriam”. “You too, Martha. I recognize you excite me”, I whispered back. “Still, this will be the final battle. I will out fuck you”, she said. “Let’s see who will out fuck whom, sweetie”, I said and slammed my cxnt on hers as I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to mine. We kissed/bit each other as we started to grind again and our sweaty tits rubbed harder. Groans were accompanied by the murmurs of the team girls. I got a glimpse of Margaret’s face and I would swear she reflected pure lust. We continued using our best feminine tricks in our cxnt to cxnt fight. I thought I was lost when my belly started trembling and I felt the orgasm coming with no control. But somehow to my surprise, seconds before I would explode, Martha screamed: “FUCKKKKKKKK, CUMMINGGGGGGGGGG”, and her geyser squirted from her cxnt, soaking my belly, tits and even my face and she got limp on her back.
I lifted my arms in triumph, looking at Margaret, jumped on Martha’s face, straddling her with my sweaty thighs and came enormously in her mouth, grinding my cxnt on her mouth as she swallowed.
Then, sitting on my ass on the grass, I looked with glassy eyes to the coach and said: “Margaret, I want to ask you something”. When I saw the interrogation in her eyes, I continued: “I want you to retire one condition. I would like Martha to continue in the team”. Martha sat at my side and kissed me, thanking me in a whisper, while all the team girls applauded.
It was Gina, the beautiful brunette, who said: “Maybe the four of us can celebrate now”.
