Soccer 3

by Joaane

I am now more content and more sexually satisfied then ever before. I no longer notice men at all. No man had ever given me what Julie gives me. She is a wonderful little lover. She is the star player in her school soccer team and she is the star player in the shower. At eleven she is a pretty blond and she is the toast of the school. I discovered her sexuality watching her make love to her team mates after soccer.

I am very proud of her. She has two friends both of them playing for the otherwise all boy soccer team. They are Jenny and Gill. Gill is a dark haired version of Julie and a typical eleven year old. Jenny, though only thirteen, is very much more advanced than the other two. She has a wonderful figure with wonderful pert tits and a lovely dark bush. My mouth waters at the thought of her.

It was match day, Jenny, bless her, has pulled a ham strip at the practice session midweek and didn’t play in the match. She was feeling sorry for herself, but she still turned up to watch the game with her leg strapped up and walking only with the aid of crutches. The coach was not happy, but at least he had his two star players Gill and, of course, Julie.

The game was a draw, but I didn’t have much interest in that. My concern was to make sure that the female areas of the school were not invaded by men or boys. I jealously guarded my girls. I sat, as usual, in the shadows watching the two girls soaping and cleaning each other. This always resulted in them making love in the warm water, enjoying each other’s nakedness with childlike enthusiasm, making the sex fun as well as orgasmic. I had my hand in my panties as usual. I was always randy as hell, my pussy begged for attention. I had to finger myself as I watched their frolicking.

There was a sudden loud banging on the outer door. It startled all of us. I went to the door prepared to bar anyone from entering. I unlocked the heavy door and looked out. There was Jenny grinning from ear to ear standing on her one good leg supported by the crutches she had been banging on the door with.

“You frightened us shitless,” I said.

“Can I come in?” she asked. She looked so sweet and vulnerable on the crutches.

“Of course, but they are not ready, they are still in the shower.”

“I know,” she said. “I’m counting on it.”

I let her in and closed and locked the door again. I watched as she hobbled along between the rows of lockers. She was in full school uniform, which is the protocol for the spectators of the soccer on school premises. It allows teachers to keep discipline at the games. She headed straight for the showers. By the time we took our places on the bench in the shadows, Gill had Julie up against the wall with both legs over her shoulders. Her face was buried in Julie’s pussy. Julie’s long blond hair had fallen forward it hung in wet strands down her chest. She was looking down lovingly. She held onto Gill’s head in case it escaped. Gill was supporting her under her thighs and licking her from her anus to her clit and back again. Julie squirmed and came all over her. Julie’s orgasm face was as if she was in agony instead the ecstasy she was feeling. Her mouth was pouted and her nostrils were flared. She gyrated with increasing speed.

I looked at Jenny sat next to me. The action in front of us had her nipples straining against the bra and the snow white blouse she was wearing.

“You have wonderful breasts,” I said hoarsely. “I saw them on the webcam.”

When she looked at me her face was flushed. Her lips seemed swollen and full. Her eyes were misty and the pupils were big, dark, round and deep. My pussy exploded at the sight of her expression, she was so aroused. She was desperate and needed fucking.

I put my arm around her shoulders. She turned to kiss me. I held onto one of her lovely young tits and kissed her hard on the lips. She reacted by opening her mouth. She put one arm around my neck holding me close and the other hand grasped one of my breast. I grasped at her. Her nipples were hard and stood out as were mine. I slowly undid her school blouse and freed her tits from her bra. I wanted to take them into my mouth, but had to wait until she had pulled my tee shirt over my head. She reached around me and expertly undid my bra and pulled it off. She locked onto one of my nipples and pinched the other in her fingers. All I could do was to give in to the sensations running through me. I reached hold of her tits and caressed them. They were hard and the nipples tickled my palms.

I allowed her to turn me and lay me along the bench. She threw a leg over me. I was lay looking up her pleated school skirt at the dark blue school knickers. They clung to her pussy. She lowered herself smearing the wet knickers all over my face. They were covered in her sex. I come smell it and I could taste it. I reached up and clawed at the knickers, tearing them and pulling them to one side. The wonderful dark, bushy hair of her minge was inches from my face. She lowered herself until I was able to lick her pussy and fuck her with my tongue. She came and came again soaking my face and hair.

I felt little hands pulling my wet panties down, impatiently tearing at them. I felt little hands playing with my bush. My legs were spread and soon a little mouth locked onto my clit and pushed fingers into my eager cunt. Another little mouth locked onto one nipple and pinched the other. I didn’t know who was doing what and I didn’t care. I relaxed and gave myself to them. I let them do what they liked.

When I was finally pulled to my feet, I was wet with multiple love juices and sweat. I was taken by the hand and led into the warm water of the shower. They washed me. I had three lots of hands running all over me. They dried me and left me to get dressed and went back into the shower and worked off their remaining energy.

I was sat on the bench outside as usual when they emerged fully dressed looking fresh and clean. The only evidence that anything was unusual was that Jenny’s leg strapping was wet. We walked out to the car slowly, allowing Jenny to keep up on her crutches. The school caretaker calling out a good night as we left. If he suspected anything he didn’t show it.