Extra Time, Chapter One – Kate and Kerry
This story and its sequal or sequals is based on the only story ever published on LL by a Lawrence Yu.Called "After the Match" the scene where four teens introduce pre-teen Cindy to the joy of lesbian sex had me wet and hot so I asked Cunthia if I could use Mr Yu's characters.She said "fine just give him credit before the story".So thank you Mr Yu I'm carrying the torch for you now!I hope there's enough soccer moms among our American readers to appreciate this tale.
Mum has parked our people carrier as close to the touchline as she can without being on the pitch, turning off the engine and setting the handbrake she hops out accompanied by Mrs Donnelly, Kerry’s mum.
“Marcy and I are going to the clubhouse to get a cup of tea each, do you girls want anything?”
Kerry and I opt for an orange sports drink each, Gail Porter, our coach; would blow her top if she caught Kerry and me drinking cola or some tooth rotting sugar rich fizzy stuff. My mum, Audrey, and Marcy, stroll off towards the clubhouse together. One thing for sure neither Kerry nor I are ashamed of having it known that they’re our mothers.
Kerry and I are pretty much smaller and younger versions of our mothers. Marcy is tall and slender with the same silky blond hair as her daughter though she wears hers shorter than Kerry. Marcy’s got super long legs like some-one who dances for a living. Mum’s like me, short and curvy, she’s wearing an old pair of blue jeans, and well washed they cling to her round rear. So tight you can see the crack of her arse.
As our folks wander off Kerry and I turn to the car window to watch the two teams training on the pitch. One team to each half. They’re the American under sixteen and under thirteen teams, Kerry and I are twelve so the team nearest us are the ones we’ll be playing. Kerry and I are both wearing our Priory Academy football strip. Navy blue shorts, blue knee socks, and the red and blue stripped shirt with our club badge on its front.
I love the feel of the thin, silky material, on my skin. It makes me feel sexy and turned on so since Kerry’s got her face pressed against the glass and her back turned to me I take the opportunity to slip my hands under her shirt and go for her little, lemon sized, tits. Kerry’s got really small tits but her pink nipples are very long and get a little wider and even longer when I start tweaking them.
She doesn’t make even a token protest!
That’s me, Kate Borrows. I’m the clone of my mum, shortish and already with fairly well developed boobs and a nicely rounded rear end. I’m as fair skinned as Kerry but I’ve bright red hair, cropped short, and blue eyes while Kerry’s are green.
“Kate supposing some-one sees us?”
I drop one hand to stroke her flat muscled belly and rub my tits against her sharp shoulder blades as my nipples get big and hard through the material of my sports bra. Never any need to argue with my mum about whether I got to wear a bra. When she saw me playing in that thin shirt a year or so ago, with my boobs bouncing and my nipples bulging through she went out and bought me some sports bras and several nice lacy ones for general wear.
Kerry’s starting to breathe a little faster now so I slip my hand further down from her belly and inside her shorts. No disrespect to my best girl but at the same time I’m paying a bit of attention to the American girls and how they’re playing.
“Fuck Kerry that girl’s hot!”
The girl I’m talking about is a shade over five feet and as thin as a reed. She’s got short, light brown hair, and she moves like a rocket; all elbows and knees but she’s two footed and has great ball control. Kerry wriggles as my fingers are slipping inside her panties and heading south towards her smooth little pussy.
“God Kate anything skinny with a pussy is hot to you.”
I could mention to Kerry that she’s thin, has a pussy, and is as hot as hell but by now I’ve got my fingers into her panties and I’m trying to slip some past her lips and into her pussy. In fact I meant the Yank kid’s soccer skills but I’ll explain that later since Kerry’s heating up. The wriggle’s turned into hard breathing and a bit of a writhe but she still wants to make a point.
“Kate if I cum I’ll wet these shorts and mum and your mum won’t be able to miss it.”
I’ve got that problem in hand; taking my free hand away from her swollen nipple I shove my hanky into her shorts and panties. Slipping two fingers into her crease I press the cotton square over her wet crack and start giving her a good finger fucking. She looks around, sees there’s nobody close watching us, grabs her nipples and begins twisting them while I send her towards her cum.
Her hips buck and my fingers and my hanky are suddenly wet and sticky with cum cream.
“Fucking good Kate, quick one but good, the hanky was a good idea.”
A better idea will be when she brings me off because making her cum has got me hot and ready so I pull down my shorts, no panties for me as it’s easier for Kerry to do me in a hurry. Still no-one watching us so I spread my thighs and Kerry puts three fingers up my snatch then works me slowly. She’s very good at this and I pretend to watch the Yanks while I feel that wonderful burning starting deep inside my pussy.
I’m sopping wet and her fingers are making wet noises, wetter noises follow fast as I cum like mad and shoot out my juice from my hairless pussy onto my thighs. I’m moaning and then I scoop up a blob of cum and Kerry and I share the flavour on our tongues.
By the time our mums return we’ve cleaned up our cums, that hanky’s hidden in my sports bag, and I really have been scoping the Americans. This won’t be easy! They are good, fit and well coached, also talented. The skinny kid who plays in central mid field will need close marking because she’s bloody good and we play these kids in the qualifying games.
Kerry plays left midfield, she’s a flying winger and I do mean flying. She’s like a greyhound, scores goals because she hits the ball really hard and accurately with that left foot of hers. I’m the right full back, not as quick as Kerry but deceptive, once I get moving there’s few can catch me. I’m good in the air for a short girl and I weigh in with a few goals even as a defender. I also tackle clean and hard!
I’ve got to find out who the thin Yank is; I reckon she’s their danger player!
As mum and Marcy stand drinking their tea Kerry and I wander along the touchline watching the U.S. kids train. Apart from that midfielder their two centre backs look good; they’re tall and mobile, both black, one with dark hair in pigtails while her partner has her head almost shaved.
Apart from spying on our future opponents I’m giving thought to what happens if my mum or Kerry’s ever finds out that we’re gay. I’ve been wondering if I could tell my mum but since my big sister Denise hasn’t figured out how to tell mum she’s gay too I think I’ll wait a while yet.
I found out Denise was gay when I was sent home sick from school two years ago. I was ten and Denise was fourteen. Ms Harper ran me home in her car and watched me walk up our garden path, unlock our front door, and go inside; waving goodbye to Ms Harper. As I went upstairs to lie down I could hear this noise from Denise’s bedroom, Denise sort of gasping and then….
“Faster Sandy! Oh yeah that’s good, harder now, I’m CUMMING!”
Her bedroom door was open and when I looked in there was Denise, naked, her thighs wide open and her knees bent. Her best friend Sandy Prentice, also naked, had her head between Denise’s thighs bobbing it up and down. Seconds later Denise howled and bounced on the mattress, white stuff absolutely shot out of her slit and went all over Sandy’s face. Sandy didn’t seem to mind, she started licking it off her lips.
Only then did Denise look up and see her ten year old sister standing in the doorway in her school uniform. Sandy froze and Denise went red, all I said to Denise was…
“I feel really sick Denise; I’m going to lie down in my room.”
A little while later the noises started again only this time it was Sandy making them and telling Denise she was “So Hot”.
Later still Denise came in to see me, begging me not to say anything to mum and asking me how come I’d arrived home without warning. I’d never thought I would squeal on Denise. Some sister’s fight like cats and dogs but Denise and I have always been cool. However I did have a demand. I made her tell me what she was doing with Sandy and under my sister’s expert tuition I learnt to make myself cum.
From that it wasn’t a very big step to me and my best friend Kerry, who lived right next door to me, to start making each other cum while Denise was soon happy to teach us the finer and hotter points of making girls cum better than you’d believe two ten year olds could. So there you have it, at twelve Kerry and I am next door neighbours, football team mates, and the hottest and cutest pair of little lesbians for miles around. We play football then play with some of our team or the visiting team after the game.
Half way round the pitch, as we wander along, there’s a tall, sort of masculine lady. Heavy tan, dark hair and dark rimmed specs. She’s shouting instructions to the girls with an American accent so I reckon she’s their coach, or one of their coaches.
“Who’s the thin girl Ma’am? She’s GOOD!”
“She’s Cindy Perez honey! Yeah she’s really good. If you’re playing us you’ll find out just how good she is!”
I’d also like to find out what she’s like with my face on her pussy. Kerry’s right I do have this thing about skinny girls, come to think of it this coach is pretty thin and I like the look of her so I ask her name.
“I’m Coach Cannon honey, Barbara Cannon, call me Babs.”
Kerry and I spend a little time chatting to her, telling her we’ll be playing against her girls. But all three of us are very careful and cautious about what we tell each other football-wise. There’re our opponents so we won’t give anything away. As we leave though Babs gives us both a big smile and tell us she and the two teams are staying at the university dormitories on whose playing fields we are standing now and we can visit her and her girls anytime.
On our way back home in mum’s car I’m brooding about what happens when we play the Yanks. They’re good, make no mistake about that, we play the qualifying stages in a league. We’re in the same group as the Yanks, an Irish side, and a team from Denmark. We’ve got to finish second or top of our group. If we finish top we play the runners up from the other half of our draw. Second and we play the top team so it’s to our advantage to win the group.
I’m going to have to talk to our coach, Gail Porter, and warn her about Cindy Perez. Those two centre backs, as well as a tall and rangy looking Hispanic striker called Sancha who looks a handful for anyone. I didn’t know at the time but back at the playing fields Babs is walking off with Cindy and Sancha the striker.
“I’ve seen those two girls training and I’ll tell you girls they’re bloody good! The tall one’s so quick if she turns past our full back, whichever one I play, they’ll never get near her. The short redhead is TOUGH! She tackles like a pit-bull and she hits the ball bloody hard as well as passing like the ball’s being steered for her. These Brits are good! Remember they invented the game.”
Cindy and her Friends
Cindy Perez is walking off the pitch at the end of training thinking about three different things. One being the two Brit girls Coach Cannon is talking about, fuck yes they both know their way about a soccer pitch and if their team mates are anything like as good then we’re in for a real test. The second is that Ms Cannon has an arm around her shoulders and another round Sancha’s. There are rumours that Babs likes girls but she’s never shown any signs of going for the girls on the squad.
Maybe she thinks the risk’s too great to take with her team of girls?
The third thing on her mind is now the most important. To head for the dormitory and visit with her older friends from the under sixteen team. The first time she met them she’ll never forget since they taught her all about making a girl cum, and after that they’ve had lots and lots of fun together even though she’s the little kid of the group.
Taking the lift to the third floor she reaches room 10 of the dormitory section and raps on the door. Things are silent for a moment then the door opens just a little and a girl pokes her head around the edge. She’s perhaps five foot six, a head taller than Cindy, with shoulder length brown hair. She’s also a couple of years older at fourteen. A large bath towel is wrapped around her. Seeing her skinny little friend she grins and ushers her in.
“Fuck Cindy baby no wonder you’re so thin you train more than we do!”
The other occupant of the four bed room is lying on one of the beds, she’s enough alike to Linda, who’s just let Cindy in, to be her twin. Not for nothing are they known as the L twins even though they’re not related. Laura, sprawled out on the bed, is naked and her smooth shaven pussy looks damp from where Cindy stands by the door.
Both the twins have flat washboard stomachs, small round breasts, and shaven vulvas. Their rears are firm and round. Both of them are lightly tanned not from sunbathing but from outdoor seasons of soccer games and practice sessions. Linda who dropped her towel the moment she shut and locked the door giggles.
“Good time to arrive kid, Laura and I were just about to fool around. Mary and Jessica are off in the city centre so you’ve lucked in. Get out of that strip and over here. You’ve been working hard so we’ll do you first as a reward.”
Now here’s an offer Cindy is never going to refuse!
Kicking off her muddy training shoes without even unlacing them she pulls off her shirt, drops her shorts, and skins out of her small, white; cotton; panties. She leaves on her white, knee length socks, because they look sexy against her olive skin.
Cindy is as skinny as she was when she first met the twins and the other two girls. Skinny thighs and calves, bony hips and pelvis below her flat belly, ridged like the twins stomachs from long hours training.
Still no tits growing but her large, dark, aureoles show clearly against her olive skin and her nipples are huge for a flat chested girl. Her little pussy is tightly folded and as smooth as a peach, not only hasn’t she grown tits but no trace of hair’s appeared yet. She thinks she’ll be growing up when she has to borrow a razor off Laura or Mary and shave her pubes.
Hopping onto the bed she shivers slightly as Laura trails her fingers down the ridge of her spine and all the way down to her hard muscled rear.
“Settle back kid, those nips’ of yours look good enough to eat. Linda you give her some tongue why don’t you?”
Next second Linda’s mouth comes down on Cindy’s then her tongue slides in and coils warm and wet, around Cindy’s. Meanwhile Laura takes one blood gorged nipple between her teeth while sucking it then flicking it with the tip of her tongue. As an added bonus the two L’s are stoking the thin girl’s belly, thighs, and occasionally flirting with her swelling labia.
Cindy’s breathing faster now and if it hadn’t been for Linda’s lips and tongue the sound would be clear in the room. She’s writhing on the spread like a snake and Laura reads her needs quickly.
“Fuck you want it already don’t you kid, you’re sooo hot you little slut! Okay we know what you want, get on your hands and knees.”
Knowing what’s going to happen soon Linda snatches up the towel she dropped on the floor and lays it out on the bed as Cindy kneels, thighs spread, one cheek pressed against the rough cloth of the bedspread. There’s already a steady trickle of pre-cum dribbling from her taut pussy and it’s oozed between her thighs and into the crack of her arse.
Laura wriggles herself between Cindy’s thighs then begins to lightly caress her wet labia with the tip of her tongue. Linda parts Cindy’s hard muscled buttocks and stares at the creases of her tightly puckered ring, rosy brown and tasty enough to make Linda’s mouth water. Cindy’s whimpering but that changes to a deeper moan as Linda stiffens her tongue and stabs it against the soft flesh, past her sphincter, and into her colon.
Laura next repeats the process only her tongue is now buried deep inside Cindy’s sopping wet vagina. The flexing of her pussy and the rippling of her belly tell the two experienced lesbians that Cindy’s getting close to cumming, and cumming hard. Linda pulls her tongue away and taking two fingers, dabbles them in Cindy’s fast flowing juices, then stabs them deep into her arse; finger fucking her rear hard and fast. Laura has added her fingers to her tongue and skinny Cindy goes crazy.
Shrieking at the top of her voice she raises her rear higher, spreads her thighs wider, and then shoots her pussy cream onto Laura’s mouth, lips, and face. The twins let her collapse flat but they go for her cum and gobble up her sweet, young, cream.
Things are silent for some time then Cindy’s shaky voice can be heard….
“When do you girls play your first game?”
Linda and Laura!
“Tomorrow same as you.”
Now a grinning Cindy.
“Does this mean we’ve broken training?”
Three girls are giggling like mad!
The two L’s need some hard and hot sex now and Cindy’s ready to give them what they’re panting for.
“I’ve got two hands and a mouth so who wants what?”
Laura raises her knees and spreads her thighs; flat on her back, while Linda sets up like Cindy did; waggling her rear at the dark skinned nymph. Dropping her face to Laura’s wet and shaven vulva she takes her puffy labia between her lips and tugs on them. Three of her slender fingers have eased their way into Linda’s tight arsehole and she’s finger fucking Linda’s back passage as Linda bites her lip to hold back her scream.
Cindy, warming to it, gets her tongue inside Laura’s now parted labia then runs it over the slick inner wings of the ecstatic teen then moves on to Laura’s bulging clit. She knows how Laura loves it and draws the width of her tongue right over the sensitive bead leaving Laura close to the edge. She’s pumping her fingers harder than ever into Linda’s stretched anus knowing she’s almost there as well.
This time Linda can’t hold back her yell.
Timing it perfectly she brings the two shuddering teens to their cums together. From two gaping slits the cum cream spurts, three girls collapse on the bed sweat stained and liberally painted in pussy juice.
The room remains quiet for what seems like a long time except for sighs and deep gulps of breath then comes the sound of a key in the lock. The door swings open and Mary and Jessica flounce in laden with parcels and bags of shopping.
“Fuck Jess it looks like we’ve missed all the fun!”
Kate and Kerry on the pitch!
Shit we’re making heavy weather of this game! The Danes are no great shakes but they’re one up on us. We’ve hit the woodwork three times, Sharon Buck our top striker’s had a cracker disallowed and the bloody ref’s refused us the most blatant penalty you’ll ever see. Debbie Craig who plays right side midfield ahead of me was in the box and bearing down on the keeper when their left back grabbed her shirt and jerked her off her feet. Apparently neither the ref nor the assistant saw it happen.
Our coach, Gail Porter, decides with twenty minutes to go to make changes. She pulls off a central midfielder, Bryony Jones, so we go three at the back and I move into midfield. The Danes have a tall striker, blond and willowy; she’s skilful but not all that fast. She’s bringing the ball out of defence and like a lot of others before her she underestimates how fast I can close her down. I hit her with a tackle and as the ball bounces sideways I pick it up and knock it forward spot on the foot of our left fullback Terri Prince.
I keep on haring into their penalty area drawing one of their centre backs towards me which leaves a gap that Terri lobs the ball into. Who should be standing on the six yard line but my girl Kerry? It’s not her strong point but her flicked header soars over the Danish keeper and nestles in the back of the net.
Not our finest hour but a 1-1 draw is better than loosing. Standing on the touchline right through the match has been Babs, making notes, as we walk off she smiles and waves at me and Kerry and I’m getting a pang deep inside my slit as I look at her angular figure. I’m not sure about Kerry but I’m getting vibes off Babs that says “we could have loads of fun kid” loud and clear.
Kate and Kerry the second game!
On paper the Irish girls should be tough opposition but we’re slaughtering them! 3-0 up with a couple of minutes to go so I figure I can go for glory and abandon defence for a while. Storming forward down the right wing with the ball at my feet I cut in toward the goal. Zeroing in I hammer the ball with the outside of my right foot and watch it bend first away from goal then reverse and scream past the Irish goalie’s despairing dive to bulge the back of the net!
Minutes later the ref blows the final whistle and we bounce off the pitch though we still know we need at least a point against the U.S. team to go through to the knock out stages. Waiting on the touchline, level with the halfway line, is the Yankee coach Babs Cannon. As Kerry and I walk off, chattering excitedly, Babs closes on us. She grabs Kerry’s ponytail and kisses her close to the corner of her mouth. Accidentally there or deliberately missing her cheek? Then she wraps me in a hug!
I do not believe this is an accident! She’s wearing soccer shorts, a thin, white shirt, and a light weight nylon windbreaker. The jacket’s open and through the thin material of her shirt I can see the outline of her breasts, no bigger than Kerry’s. Her nipples though are so dark they look almost black and like cherries beneath the thin cloth. When she hugs me she grinds them against mine and my bra doesn’t stop my own nipples from springing erect.
For a second we stare hard at each other and a silent message flashes between us. I’m having visions of what she looks like naked and my clit is trembling like a tuning fork.
“You girls come see me when you’re showered and changed. I want to talk to you. You two were terrific again, I watched you against the Danes and you were good, today you were sensational!”
Kerry gives me a knowing look as we head for the showers.
Extra Time will be played soon!
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