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12-11-2007, 12:17 PM
Mia Hamm's Farewell Orgy
by: Tricksterson For feedback: trickstersonii@yahoo.com
Celebs: Angela Hucles, Brandi Chastain, Cat Reddick, Heather Mitts, Heather O'Reilly, Joy Fawcett, Julie Foudy, Kate Margraf, Kristen Luckenbill, Kristine Lilly, Lindsay Tarpley, Mia Hamm, Shannon Boxx (all but Brandi and Mia are characters with either nonsexual or only minor sexual roles)
codes: FFFF+, cons, exhib, food, oral, orgy, toys
Disclaimer: This is a fantasy. No offense is intended towards any of the women portrayed here. If cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality, get therapy.
"Happy Birthday!" shouted Lindsay Tarpley to her outgoing team captain Mia Hamm as she entered the Athens Hilton dining hall and then gave her an enthusiastic hug and a kiss that was almost but not quite tongue since it only hit half her mouth and then slithered off onto her cheek.
"It's not my birthday," said Mia, nonplussed and wiping off the spit.
"Oh, don't mind Lindsay," said Cat Reddick. "She decided to get an early start on the festivities, if you know what I mean."
"I think I do," replied Mia, rubbing a firm butt that had just been pinched by the aformentioned Lindsay before she wobbled off to sit at the long dining table. Not that she really minded. As a lifelong jock she'd figured out way back in high school that all team sports had an element of homosexuality in them. At least women didn't feel a need to repress it the way men did. Noone talked about it publicly but a certain amount of slap and tickle was taken as a given. There wasn't a woman on the team, including herself who hadn't gotten into a sweaty tangle with one or more of her teammates at least a few times, especially after a game when the adrenaline was still running hot.
'Speaking of which,' she thought, 'where's Brandi?' Although she cheerfully flirted with her teamates, her position as captain had generally kept her from actually doing anything. Except with Brandi. Sometimes. It had been a strange relationship made up of a mixture of lust, affection and rivalry. On the one hand she was the team captain. On the other, Brandi got even more media attention than she did, especially after "the shirt incident" and the Playboy shoot. On the third hand, being "Glamour Girl" as some of her teammates called her when they felt she needed taking down a peg, could get lonely and when that happened she turned to Mia whose own star status and leadership position left her lonely at times too.
"I wish you guys had told me to wear my uniform too." In poloshirt and jeans she was the only one dressed in civvies.
"That's okay, we did it to honor you, Oh Guest of Honor," replied Cat with an exaggerated bow.
As the meal progressed she found herself relaxing. So did her teamates. In fact their lesbian/bisexual tendencies began to come fully out as, for instance, Julie Foudy and Kate Markgraf began feeding each other, each taking one end of a Mozzarella stick and eating until their lips met. Less playfully the two Heathers, Mitts and O'Reilly were out-and-out necking.
Not all the naughtiness was homosexual though. While the salad course was being served Lindsay snagged her waiter by the neck drew him in for a long, hot kiss, then slipped a napkin with her room number into his jacket, smiling as he staggered away. Watching that made her wish she had brought her husband, Nomar with her despite the "girls only" mandate.
Then she felt a bare foot moving up her left leg and *really* missed both her hubby and Brandi. She looked up from her entree and glared at Joy Fawcett who just grinned back and toasted her silently with a glass of ouzo.
"Hey, from now on, you're just one of the girls. Thought I'd see if I could get you to let your hair down."
On her right, Julie Foudy shouted, "Not yet, Joy!" In return Joy went "Shhhhh!"
"Okay, what's going on?" Mia demanded in her best "voice of authority". But both women just looked at each other, smiled and said, "You'll see!"
The strangest part came towards the end of the meal when her friends started pounding their fists on the table in unison and chanting "Dessert! Dessert! Dessert!" What made it strange was that dessert, a choice of Lemon cake with vanilla frosting and baklava had just *been* served.
"We'll get it!" called out Angela Hucles and she, Kristine Lilly, Kristen Luckenbill and Shannon Boxx trotted out the door. Soon they returned pushing a wheeled platform that held a seven-foot three-tiered cake, all the while humming "The Song of the Volga Boatmen".
They brought it to the far end of the dining table from the stunned Mia. Angela and Shannon went back to their seats while Kristine and Kristen remained standing.
Suddenly the top of the cake burst open and out popped Brandi wearing her team shirt like all the rest. She pulled it off in what had now become a signiture move and threw it out to be caught by Shannon who buried her face in it. Unlike at the World Cup she had nothing underneath it this time. In fact, as Kristine and Kristen helped her out of the cake and onto the table it was revealed that the shirt was all she had been wearing. She gave each of her "assistants" a long hug and kiss, in the process of which each of them also lost their tops, then got on all fours and started stalking along the table towards her erstwhile captain with catlike grace. It was a slow journey because she kept being distracted by hands reaching out to tweak a nipple or stroke her legs or ass. Lindsay reached out and smeared a line of frosting down her side which Joy leaned out and licked off.
But finally she made it to Mia who sat jaw practically on the table.
"Now what?" she finally managed to squeak.
"Dessert," answered Brandi sweetly and picked up her friend's baklava and rubbed it all over her breasts and belly.
Mia sighed. She supposed it was a case of "What happens in Athens stays in Athens," because now the other women, inspired by Brandi, or perhaps just waiting for her popping out as a signal, were doffing their tops and locking lips. She stood up, took her teammate by the shoulders and started eating the sweets off her body. Brandi's own hands were busy removing her top and bra and were soon groping and pinching her perky B-cups.
Mia in the meantime had decided to play the tease. She avoided the actual tits at first, licking and nibbling in circles around their bases, then between them and down Brandi's belly stopping just short of the beauty's shaved clit. Then she worked her way back up and finally proceeded to lick and suck her way to one pale brown nipple. Her teammate's hands then moved her head to the other breast where she repeated the process in reverse. By now the rest of the team was either buck-nekkid or mostly so, locked in passionate groups of twos and threes and one of four.
Brandi slowly shifted position, leaning back and bringing her legs forward as Mia's mouth once again worked it's way down until it was where hips and belly met just above the vagina. She moaned softly as her legs wrapped around her captain's head and neck and her hands pushed the tantalizing mouth down onto her pussy. She felt her muscles tightening with approaching orgasm. "Close, so close!" she gasped.
And then Mia pulled up and away. The change was so abrupt Brandi's muscles locked as her partner wiped her mouth on her belly.
"Whose party is this now?" Mia asked with a mischievious smirk.
"Bitch." growled Brandi semi-seriously.
"Hey, any good leader *has* to be either a bitch or the son of one sometimes," Mia replied, smirk still in place. She then slipped from between Brandi's long, lean legs and sat back in her chair, kicked off her platforms, slid off her jeans and panties and spread her legs wide. "Now come down here and give Mama her due."
"Oh, you'll get what's coming to you sooner or later," Brandi muttered. Nonetheless Brandi had to admit that she was right, the gust of honor should come first. She climbed slowly and a little stiffly down from the table then reached under it, pulling out a large vibrator that had been taped underneath for just this occasion. Every seat had either a dildo or vibrator hidden under the table in front of it and most of them were now being put to good use. Mia's eyes glistened as her friend knelt in front of her, turned the vibrator on low and ran it up and down her lower lips without quite penetrating.
"Mmmm, pleeease!" Mia begged, head thrown back and body arched. Brandi inserted her toy slowly, inch by inch, dialing the power up gradually to full until her captain's shimmyimg body slid off the chair and onto the carpeted floor.
That's when Brandi exacted her revenge but shutting the vibrator off, though keeping it embedded in her partner's snatch.
"Hey! My party!"
"Payback's a bitch and so am I" replied Brandi with a smirk that matched her lover's earlier one. Mia glared and stuck out her bottom lip.
"Oh don't pout." With that she turned her sex toy back on, although only to lowcausing her partner's body to stiffen and her pussy muscles to clench around it. "I just want a little tit for tat, that's all.
"Well, give me your tits then," Mia growled, reaching out to pinch and stroke the organs in question.
"Mmmm...yeah...that's more like it! Now how about some twat for tat?" With that she revved up the vibrator and began pumping it in and out. At the same time she swung her hips so that she straddled Mia's face and then lowered her pussy onto her lover's open and waiting mouth. Soon her own mouth descended to work on Mia's clit in unison with the vibrator to tickle and tease her friend into cumming. She felt the body underneath her shaking and spasming as if in the middle of a siezure then, mission accomplished raised her own head in a joyful scream.
"AAAH! Fuck...OH...FUCKING JESUS! AAAAAAH!!"
As Brandi rolled off her Mia sat up slowly to look around at the other participants. Most of them were also spent, either lying still in recovery or engaging in slow afterplay Although Christine and Joy were still locked in an enthusiastic sixty-nine. Joy, on top, had her arms locked around her partners thighs as she licked back and forth while the other woman's fingers clawed at her ass and thighs from below.
The dining room was a mess. Chairs were overturned, bodily fluids and food were smeared everywhere and on everyone and one of the table leaves had apparently been used a little too roughly and had cracked under the pressure.
"You know Brandi?" she said as her partner crawled around so she could snuggle in her arms.
"What?"
"The cleaning crew is *really* going to hate us."
Brandi looked up from nuzzling her tits to survey the damage.
"Word."
by: Tricksterson For feedback: trickstersonii@yahoo.com
Celebs: Angela Hucles, Brandi Chastain, Cat Reddick, Heather Mitts, Heather O'Reilly, Joy Fawcett, Julie Foudy, Kate Margraf, Kristen Luckenbill, Kristine Lilly, Lindsay Tarpley, Mia Hamm, Shannon Boxx (all but Brandi and Mia are characters with either nonsexual or only minor sexual roles)
codes: FFFF+, cons, exhib, food, oral, orgy, toys
Disclaimer: This is a fantasy. No offense is intended towards any of the women portrayed here. If cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality, get therapy.
"Happy Birthday!" shouted Lindsay Tarpley to her outgoing team captain Mia Hamm as she entered the Athens Hilton dining hall and then gave her an enthusiastic hug and a kiss that was almost but not quite tongue since it only hit half her mouth and then slithered off onto her cheek.
"It's not my birthday," said Mia, nonplussed and wiping off the spit.
"Oh, don't mind Lindsay," said Cat Reddick. "She decided to get an early start on the festivities, if you know what I mean."
"I think I do," replied Mia, rubbing a firm butt that had just been pinched by the aformentioned Lindsay before she wobbled off to sit at the long dining table. Not that she really minded. As a lifelong jock she'd figured out way back in high school that all team sports had an element of homosexuality in them. At least women didn't feel a need to repress it the way men did. Noone talked about it publicly but a certain amount of slap and tickle was taken as a given. There wasn't a woman on the team, including herself who hadn't gotten into a sweaty tangle with one or more of her teammates at least a few times, especially after a game when the adrenaline was still running hot.
'Speaking of which,' she thought, 'where's Brandi?' Although she cheerfully flirted with her teamates, her position as captain had generally kept her from actually doing anything. Except with Brandi. Sometimes. It had been a strange relationship made up of a mixture of lust, affection and rivalry. On the one hand she was the team captain. On the other, Brandi got even more media attention than she did, especially after "the shirt incident" and the Playboy shoot. On the third hand, being "Glamour Girl" as some of her teammates called her when they felt she needed taking down a peg, could get lonely and when that happened she turned to Mia whose own star status and leadership position left her lonely at times too.
"I wish you guys had told me to wear my uniform too." In poloshirt and jeans she was the only one dressed in civvies.
"That's okay, we did it to honor you, Oh Guest of Honor," replied Cat with an exaggerated bow.
As the meal progressed she found herself relaxing. So did her teamates. In fact their lesbian/bisexual tendencies began to come fully out as, for instance, Julie Foudy and Kate Markgraf began feeding each other, each taking one end of a Mozzarella stick and eating until their lips met. Less playfully the two Heathers, Mitts and O'Reilly were out-and-out necking.
Not all the naughtiness was homosexual though. While the salad course was being served Lindsay snagged her waiter by the neck drew him in for a long, hot kiss, then slipped a napkin with her room number into his jacket, smiling as he staggered away. Watching that made her wish she had brought her husband, Nomar with her despite the "girls only" mandate.
Then she felt a bare foot moving up her left leg and *really* missed both her hubby and Brandi. She looked up from her entree and glared at Joy Fawcett who just grinned back and toasted her silently with a glass of ouzo.
"Hey, from now on, you're just one of the girls. Thought I'd see if I could get you to let your hair down."
On her right, Julie Foudy shouted, "Not yet, Joy!" In return Joy went "Shhhhh!"
"Okay, what's going on?" Mia demanded in her best "voice of authority". But both women just looked at each other, smiled and said, "You'll see!"
The strangest part came towards the end of the meal when her friends started pounding their fists on the table in unison and chanting "Dessert! Dessert! Dessert!" What made it strange was that dessert, a choice of Lemon cake with vanilla frosting and baklava had just *been* served.
"We'll get it!" called out Angela Hucles and she, Kristine Lilly, Kristen Luckenbill and Shannon Boxx trotted out the door. Soon they returned pushing a wheeled platform that held a seven-foot three-tiered cake, all the while humming "The Song of the Volga Boatmen".
They brought it to the far end of the dining table from the stunned Mia. Angela and Shannon went back to their seats while Kristine and Kristen remained standing.
Suddenly the top of the cake burst open and out popped Brandi wearing her team shirt like all the rest. She pulled it off in what had now become a signiture move and threw it out to be caught by Shannon who buried her face in it. Unlike at the World Cup she had nothing underneath it this time. In fact, as Kristine and Kristen helped her out of the cake and onto the table it was revealed that the shirt was all she had been wearing. She gave each of her "assistants" a long hug and kiss, in the process of which each of them also lost their tops, then got on all fours and started stalking along the table towards her erstwhile captain with catlike grace. It was a slow journey because she kept being distracted by hands reaching out to tweak a nipple or stroke her legs or ass. Lindsay reached out and smeared a line of frosting down her side which Joy leaned out and licked off.
But finally she made it to Mia who sat jaw practically on the table.
"Now what?" she finally managed to squeak.
"Dessert," answered Brandi sweetly and picked up her friend's baklava and rubbed it all over her breasts and belly.
Mia sighed. She supposed it was a case of "What happens in Athens stays in Athens," because now the other women, inspired by Brandi, or perhaps just waiting for her popping out as a signal, were doffing their tops and locking lips. She stood up, took her teammate by the shoulders and started eating the sweets off her body. Brandi's own hands were busy removing her top and bra and were soon groping and pinching her perky B-cups.
Mia in the meantime had decided to play the tease. She avoided the actual tits at first, licking and nibbling in circles around their bases, then between them and down Brandi's belly stopping just short of the beauty's shaved clit. Then she worked her way back up and finally proceeded to lick and suck her way to one pale brown nipple. Her teammate's hands then moved her head to the other breast where she repeated the process in reverse. By now the rest of the team was either buck-nekkid or mostly so, locked in passionate groups of twos and threes and one of four.
Brandi slowly shifted position, leaning back and bringing her legs forward as Mia's mouth once again worked it's way down until it was where hips and belly met just above the vagina. She moaned softly as her legs wrapped around her captain's head and neck and her hands pushed the tantalizing mouth down onto her pussy. She felt her muscles tightening with approaching orgasm. "Close, so close!" she gasped.
And then Mia pulled up and away. The change was so abrupt Brandi's muscles locked as her partner wiped her mouth on her belly.
"Whose party is this now?" Mia asked with a mischievious smirk.
"Bitch." growled Brandi semi-seriously.
"Hey, any good leader *has* to be either a bitch or the son of one sometimes," Mia replied, smirk still in place. She then slipped from between Brandi's long, lean legs and sat back in her chair, kicked off her platforms, slid off her jeans and panties and spread her legs wide. "Now come down here and give Mama her due."
"Oh, you'll get what's coming to you sooner or later," Brandi muttered. Nonetheless Brandi had to admit that she was right, the gust of honor should come first. She climbed slowly and a little stiffly down from the table then reached under it, pulling out a large vibrator that had been taped underneath for just this occasion. Every seat had either a dildo or vibrator hidden under the table in front of it and most of them were now being put to good use. Mia's eyes glistened as her friend knelt in front of her, turned the vibrator on low and ran it up and down her lower lips without quite penetrating.
"Mmmm, pleeease!" Mia begged, head thrown back and body arched. Brandi inserted her toy slowly, inch by inch, dialing the power up gradually to full until her captain's shimmyimg body slid off the chair and onto the carpeted floor.
That's when Brandi exacted her revenge but shutting the vibrator off, though keeping it embedded in her partner's snatch.
"Hey! My party!"
"Payback's a bitch and so am I" replied Brandi with a smirk that matched her lover's earlier one. Mia glared and stuck out her bottom lip.
"Oh don't pout." With that she turned her sex toy back on, although only to lowcausing her partner's body to stiffen and her pussy muscles to clench around it. "I just want a little tit for tat, that's all.
"Well, give me your tits then," Mia growled, reaching out to pinch and stroke the organs in question.
"Mmmm...yeah...that's more like it! Now how about some twat for tat?" With that she revved up the vibrator and began pumping it in and out. At the same time she swung her hips so that she straddled Mia's face and then lowered her pussy onto her lover's open and waiting mouth. Soon her own mouth descended to work on Mia's clit in unison with the vibrator to tickle and tease her friend into cumming. She felt the body underneath her shaking and spasming as if in the middle of a siezure then, mission accomplished raised her own head in a joyful scream.
"AAAH! Fuck...OH...FUCKING JESUS! AAAAAAH!!"
As Brandi rolled off her Mia sat up slowly to look around at the other participants. Most of them were also spent, either lying still in recovery or engaging in slow afterplay Although Christine and Joy were still locked in an enthusiastic sixty-nine. Joy, on top, had her arms locked around her partners thighs as she licked back and forth while the other woman's fingers clawed at her ass and thighs from below.
The dining room was a mess. Chairs were overturned, bodily fluids and food were smeared everywhere and on everyone and one of the table leaves had apparently been used a little too roughly and had cracked under the pressure.
"You know Brandi?" she said as her partner crawled around so she could snuggle in her arms.
"What?"
"The cleaning crew is *really* going to hate us."
Brandi looked up from nuzzling her tits to survey the damage.
"Word."