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Cuntry Club

by MungoParkIII on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

  Jack's drive had fallen just short of the green on the first hole and now he was looking at an easy wedge shot to have a chance at a birdie putt. It would be an incredible way to start the round if he could birdie the hole. He grabbed his club out of his bag and carefully looked over his shot, waiting for Danny to hit his third shot from the sand tra...

The Hockey Mom Ch. 02

by MikeWrites on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Walking up the path to Jennifer Dean's front door, past the neatly tended rose beds and the immaculate lawn, Victoria clenches and unclenches her hand around the handle of her sports bag. Right now, that slim faux-leather strap is about the only thing between Victoria and losing it completely. It's only nine in the morning, but she is perspiring freely. Vi...

Two Tennis Belles Ch. 02

by Richard963 on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Having been lovers together after the tennis match, we kept on meeting. Our parents thought 'how nice' it was to have good company for their children. Little did they know! We were three rich kids with no need to work, and did nothing but enjoy yourselves. The summer continued hot and sunny. I had my TR2 sports car and the three of us squeezed in, and I too...

Thanking Julie

by insatiablewhenwet on Sep 13, 2017
Lesbian Sex

It's been six months since Marilyn left me for Maddie. I guess it was a mistake to reunite them together. My desires for a threesome was destroyed by their renew lust for each other. I guess that fantasy has to wait. It was an amicable parting, and I wished them the best. I came to the realization that all relationships are equally complex. I was wrong to th...

Tennis Players Ball

by Aussiescribe38 on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

David put two one hundred dollar bills in the caretakers hand. "Okay, now you understand, nobody is to be here. No groundsmen, no carpenders, nobody. I know you won't leave, and thats okay, but you don't breathe a word of what you see." The old guy nodded. It wasn't unusual for tennis players to want to practise in private, keeping their form a secret, es...

My Discovery

by Tuffgirlmilf on Dec 25, 2018
Lesbian Sex

Sometimes things start with a look or a glance. An unexpected meeting. Something gone astray. Other times it's just the routines of life. In any event, my first lesbian relationship was during one of those routine life experiences. I was a tennis player in college. Not great but not horrible either. I had a powerful serve and because I'm left handed and cou...

Life as a Tennis Coach

by cossie1600 on Sep 15, 2017
Lesbian Sex

THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FRICTION. SORRY FOR THE GRAMMAR AND OTHER ERROR. IT'S MY FIRST STORY. FEEL FREE TO EMAIL ME TO GIVE ME MORE SUGGESTION. I WROTE THIS AS A STORY TO TURN MY GIRLFRIEND ON. I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE IT WITH EVERYONE TOO. Thanks Renee had just graduated college with a teacher certificate. She's 24, 5 ft 7 inches tall with a very slim body un...

Quiet Please Ch. 01

by NatManDu on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I'd spent the weeks after high-school finished soaking in some of the Melbourne sun, and relaxing with friends. Schoolies had been a blast, a handful of us camping down in Wilson's Promontory for a full week was a great way to bring to a close the teenage years; our last chance to be irresponsible eighteen year olds before we all started university or full-t...

We Kept Our Panties On

by blondechristine2012 on Sep 13, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I met Jesse at a mutual friend's summer garden party. Moira was by some margin the poshest person I knew. As rich as god from family inheritances, she was married to a successful lawyer and was by some margin the social queen of the area where I lived. The party was arranged to coincide with the last day of the British Open golf tournament; Moira and most o...

The New Member

by wetfille on Sep 13, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Colleen pulled her Mustang into a parking spot at the tennis club. In the rearview mirror she touched up her shoulder-length dark red hair with her matching dark red fingernails, put on some matching lipstick, clicked the cap back on, and swung her lovely tennis legs out of the car. She had been the ladies champion now for 3 years running. She was made for t...