Kimmy's Adventures - Lesbian Orgy

This is the fourth installment in my "Kimmy's Adventures" series about a college track star and her sexual exploits.

This is realistic fiction in that it involves people and events that could happen, however all characters are made up. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. The initial location mentioned in the story is real. The colleges referenced in the story are made up.

All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

Kimmy's Adventures-The Lesbian Orgy

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Ohhhuhhhawwww!!!

A collective groan went up from the 5,000-plus spectators in the stands around the track at the legendary Franklin Field, there to witness the latest iteration of the prestigious Penn Relays. They were watching the second heat of the collegiate women's 4x100-meter race, an event that featured many of the fastest women in the world.

"Fuuuck!" I yelled as I looked on in stunned disbelief from my trackside vantage point.

Lashawna (La La) Dawson, the State College women's team captain and anchor for our 4x100-meter squad, was unable to snare the relay baton and it fell aimlessly to the track eliminating the team from the race. La La fell to her knees on the all-weather surface and began pounding it with her fist while her teammate Ximena (Mena) Rodriquez crouched into the fetal position and covered her face with her hands.

Anyone who follows track and field knows that the baton hand off in the sprint relays is one of the more difficult and nerve wracking tasks in sports. While dropping a baton doesn't automatically disqualify a team, the 4x100-meter is such a quick race that by the time a runner recovers the "stick" it's impossible to catch up. The transfer requires pinpoint precision as one runner blindly receives the foot-long cylindrical piece of metal from a teammate approaching at top speed. I've actually seen some handoff mishaps result in some serious injuries.

Luckily that wasn't the case in this situation. Unfortunately it meant that the State College quartet, whom were favored to win the event, would not even qualify for the finals. Not the end of the world seeing as the Penn Relays is an early April competition and there was still a lot of season left.

It took several seconds, but La La composed herself, got to her feet, walked over to Mena, consoled her and helped her stand up. It was about that time that lead off runner Princess Martin, and second leg runner Xolani (Lani) Walker reached their teammates at the turn in the track where the botched final hand off took place.

I then witnessed La La do something that showed why she was the team leader. She gathered the ladies together in a huddle where they commiserated for a brief moment before she stuck out her right hand between them with the palm down. The other women laid their hands on top of hers signifying their unity.

I couldn't help but take a moment and admire the four beautiful women of color, arms interlocked, clad in uniforms that showed more of their toned, athletic bodies than it covered. A moment later they separated from their embrace. Dejected but resolute, they pridefully headed off the track.

My opinion of La La grew even more that day because of her actions. She and I already had a special closeness as we had an intimate sexual experience together after practice a couple weeks prior. Since that day she'd taken me under her wing and become my mentor, and not just sexually.

"So what happened?" I asked giving La La a hug when I saw her a few minutes after the failed race.

"I don't know exactly," she said shrugging her shoulders upon ending our embrace. "It seemed to bounce off my palm before I could get my fingers around it and Mena had already let go of it. Shit happens. Won't happen again."

No histrionics. No finger pointing. No blame game. Mad respect.

But unfortunately it did happen again. Our next competition was a double-dual meet on our home track against two conference rivals less than a week later. The 4x100 relay was the last event of the meet. No one was worrying that a hand off mishap would occur again until Princess and Lani mis-timed their steps and collided with each other causing the two women and the baton to tumble to the track. Fortunately neither one suffered more than miner track-burns. Unfortunately the blunder caused our team to lose one of the dual meets.

The baton transfers in the next two competitions were hardly considered smooth, but went without incident. The pure speed of the four-women made up for any flaws in the hand off technique and they won the races.

But, now every time they ran the relay, everyone on the team held their collective breath's with each hand off. It had become a mental thing for the four women, similar to a baseball infielder who has the yips throwing the ball accurately to first base. They seemed to be waiting for the next thing to go wrong.

Then, it happened a third time. It was during the finals at the conference championships in late May. The baton slipped from Mena's hand as she raised her arm for the transfer. No one could believe it. They were the fastest collection of women sprinters in America but they couldn't prove it because they couldn't consistently complete a hand off.

They had one more opportunity to demonstrate they were the best in the nation at the NCAA outdoor track and field championships. It was the most important competition of the season. National team and individual bragging rights were on the line. State College and Tech were the favorites to win the overall competition.

It was the day before we were to leave for the meet. We were at practice making final preparations for the competition. As the distance team and I did our interval workout on the 400-meter oval, I could see La La and the girls working on various hand off drills.

Janine Shepard, the legendary State College Women's track coach, bellowed through her megaphone that she wanted La La and the girls to do a simulated race at three-quarters speed. The entire rest of the team stopped what they were doing, including me, to watch the mock race.

Something just didn't look right. Each of the first two hand off's appeared tentative at best. Then, when Mena handed off to La La they bungled the transfer and the metal 'ting' of the baton hitting the track could be heard by all.

I was about ten-yards from coach, doing a cool down lap between intervals, when I heard her yell, "Do it again!"

"Damn It Mena!" Princess screamed across the infield to the other corner of the track. "Can't you hold onto that fucking stick!"

The pressure was finally getting to them and the togetherness that they'd displayed all season was coming apart.

"Shut the hell up Princess! We don't do that on this team!" La La yelled back. "Besides, It's not like your hand off to Lani was real smooth."

Princess closed her mouth but you could tell she was steaming.

Then La La did something that would make her forever legendary in my eyes, and those of the entire team.

"Hey coach," La La yelled. "Can we talk?"

The veteran coach nodded yes and La La approached her at a light jog. For the next few minutes we all watched as La La spoke calmly while Coach Shepard stood, listening intently to her veteran athlete.

As I was approaching the starting line to begin the next interval of my workout, I noticed Coach nod then saw La La smile broadly and give the woman a brief hug. Suddenly Coach blew her whistle into her megaphone signifying she wanted the team to gather near her.

Within two-minutes all the athletes had formed a semi-circle around Coach, La La standing on her right side.

"Ladies, I'm proud of how hard you've all worked this season," Coach Shepard began her speech. "From a physical standpoint there's not anything else you can do today to be ready for this weekend. You all "got this," as the saying goes. So I want you all to enjoy the rest of this beautiful June day. Then get a good rest tonight and be at the field house by 9 a.m. tomorrow ready to board the bus. Love you all. Have a great rest of the day."

And with that, the woman turned and walked away.

The entire team and I stood there staring at each other in delighted shock. This was uncharacteristic for a coach who was known for her relentless work ethic and tireless effort. However, we weren't going to question it. I didn't have to. I knew the early end to practice was because of La La.

"What the hell you say to her?" I heard Princess ask from my vantage point about ten-feet from the four female sprinters.

"Ah, nothing," La La said modestly. "She suggested she give us a break, and I agreed."

"Yeah right!" Lani said incredulously. "Coach hasn't given anyone a break in the thirty-plus years she's worked here."

Mena and Princess laughed in agreement, while La La smiled knowingly.

"Anyhow, I have a special 'team building' drill I want to work on with all ya back at the apartment," she said flashing a broad smile at her teammates.

The three of them looked at her confused.

I was just getting ready to head to the locker room and get my stuff when La La yelled, "Hey Freaky Fresh, come here!"

I looked in her direction to see her waving her arm to motion me over as the other girls glanced in my direction.

Tentatively I approached. "What's up?"

"The girl's and I are headed to the apartment to work on a couple 'drills' I have planned then we'll probably order some take out," she began. "I want you to join us."

There was something about this woman that mesmerized me ever since the day I saw her in that locker room. With a little hesitation I agreed.

"What we need a freshman distance runner to help us for?" a confused Lani asked.

"You let me worry about that," La La said as she gave me a smile.

Honestly I wondered the same thing as Lani did but I wasn't going to question La La. I was a bit nervous though that the girls wouldn't accept me. I had met all them before, but I can't say I knew them well enough at that point that I could call them friends. As far as I knew, they didn't understand why La La called me Freak. At least I'd hoped they didn't.

About 15-minutes later the five of us were piling into La La's used four-door Honda sedan. Ten minutes more and we were pulling into the parking space outside the off-campus apartment that La La and Lani shared.

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We no sooner entered the modest two bedroom efficiency apartment and closed the door when Princess snarled, "So what the fuck are we doin' here anyway!"

Then Lani said something I thought was strange.

"Yeah, I thought we were just trying to get out of practice. Last thing I really want to do is spend more time doin' drills."

I was starting to get nervous as I watched the mood of the girls going south.

"You bitches need to lighten up," La La said with a devilish expression. "I have some different kinds of drills in mind."

And then, to the disbelief of all us, the team captain ripped off her tee-shirt and pulled down her shorts so that she was standing there in just her sports bra and cotton panties. She then walked over to me, put one arm around my waist and the other around my back at the same time and lowered my face to hers to engage me in a deep tongue kiss.

I couldn't see them, so I can only imagine how the other girl's reacted. But, if it was anything like me, their jaws probably dropped to the ground and they were bug-eyed. After my momentary shock wore off I melted into her arms and willingly reciprocated.

After a minute or so our mouths separated and she looked up and deeply into my eyes. I swear it was as if she'd hypnotized me. Without saying a word, she placed both hands on my shoulders and pressed on them lightly. Slowly I bent at the knees and began my descent. Without thinking, I stopped along the way to lift her bra and expose her beautiful cafe-au-lait mounds topped with the delectable Hershey Kiss nipples. Gently I sucked them one at a time into my mouth causing La La to moan and me to become wet between the legs.

Once La La's nipples were stiff I proceeded to kiss and lick my way down the rest of her taut abdomen until I was on my knees. I then quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles where she kicked them off and spread her legs a little wider than shoulder width. There would be no teasing. Without any prompting from her I got right to the task. I stuck out my tongue and began licking the cleft of her dusky, clean shaved pussy.

"I think I get now why you call this girl Freaky," Mena giggled from behind me.

"You got no idea," La La began. "Back in March, after practice one day, J.T. and I found this bitch jilling-off while watching us fucking in the women's locker room."

"No fuckin' way!" Lina said incredulously.

"Yup!, and that's not all," La La continued. "She then ate J.T.'s cum out my pussy while J.T. railed her from behind.

"Shit, that skinny white bitch take that black python?" Princess questioned in disbelief. "Surprised he didn't split the girl in half."

The other ladies laughed out loud in agreement at Princess' comments.

La La continued her story.

"Yeah, she took about eight-inches in her pussy and about half that serpant down her throat," La La added as she grabbed my pony tail for leverage and ground her pussy into my face. At the angle I was licking her I really couldn't get my tongue in her hole. So, I flattened it and enjoyed her musky taste as I lapped her like a dog from the bottom of her slit to her clit. La La cooed in response.

"Dammmmn Girl!" Lina said impressed at what I had done with J.T. "Mad props. I could only fit the head of that monster in my mouth and could barley walk after that mother-fucker banged me out."

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I would come to find out that getting fucked by J.T's BBC was a badge of honor, if not courage, and something that we all had in common. Each had a tale to tell about him and his wonderful cock that they would confide in me at a later date.

By now the three others had moved in for a closer look at what I was doing to La La; two on my right side and one on my left.

About that time I sucked La La's pussy lips into my mouth causing her body to buckle at the knees. Then I began running my tongue over the sensitive ridge of her nerve bundle otherwise known as her clit.

"Fuuuuuck Freak, I love when you do that!" she yelled as her grip tightened on my head and her whole body trembled in orgasm.

I kept licking her through two more long spasms before she finally let go of my head and pushed me away. Still shaky, she stumbled to the nearest chair to compose herself.

Before I knew what was going on, Lani and Mena pulled me up off the floor and worked together to remove all my clothes including my sneakers. I have to admit I was surprised but I didn't feel threatened so I let them continue what they were doing.

While they stripped me, Princess ripped off her shirt, bra, shorts, and panties, preferring to leave her sneakers on. She then sat on the couch that was across from the chair La La was sitting in, and spread her legs wide in invitation.

Lani and Mena then positioned me between Princes' legs. I paused to take a good long look at the woman who runs the first leg in the relay. She is the tallest, curviest and darkest skin toned of the four gorgeous women. At 5'9" she's taller than me. Her pretty face always looks like she's ready for a night of clubbing with her bright red lips, perfectly sculpted eyebrows and long luxurious lashes. She had a little diamond stud in the left side of her nose, similar to her three teammates. Six long, fat braids that she usually kept tied together jutted from her head.

I'm envious of her chest with tits that are at least C-cups if not D's. Her proportionally sized areola with pointy nipples are delectable. As she scooched her bubble butt closer to the edge of the couch her puffy pussy came into closer view. On her mound was a small triangle of wiry black pubic hair that pointed down to her slit which Princess was spreading for me with the manicured nails that adorned the fingers of both hands. Immediately I was struck by the stark contrast of her dark outer lips compared to the bright pink interior of her cunt.

Not one to pass up an enticing invitation like that, I dove towards the junction between her legs and I swished my tongue around the entrance to Princes' hole. She squirmed and moaned in her seat while placing her hands on my shoulders. I then delved the tip into her pussy and got the first taste of her zesty flavor. I enjoyed this for a couple minutes before licking around her lips again then concentrating on her clit.

"Fuck, La La, you ain't wrong," Princess called out. "This chick can fucking eat pussy."

At that moment I decided to surprise her and spice things up. Despite the fact that we had been at practice and I knew she hadn't showered yet, I trailed my tongue straight down her slit, over her taint and began rimming her asshole.

"Holy fuck the bitch is eating my sweaty ass," Princess screamed. Her teammates shrieked in excitement.

"Oh she wants to play like that does she," I heard La La say as she got up from her chair and ran across the apartment to what I assumed was her bed room. While she did that I continued to lick Princes' ass.

By the time I heard La La come back into the room I had gone back to licking Princes' clit, which she was enjoying immensely. Then I felt something cold and wet run into the crack of my ass.

"I was going to save this for later, but since you went there..." La La began.

"What the...?" I quickly lifted my face from my task to see what was going on. But, before I could finish my question, Lina and Mena pushed my head back into Princes' cunt.

In retrospect I should have realized that this was foreshadowing of what would occur later, but in the heat of the moment I didn't understand it.

"Just keep eating me you freaky bitch," Princess hissed. "You ain't done yet."

I continued to lick and suck Princes' twat when suddenly I felt a pair of hands pull my ass cheeks apart, detected another squirt of lube grease my anus, then sensed the tip of a blunt object breach the entrance to my asshole.

"Oh my god!" I mumbled into Princes' muff as I tried to pull my head up again, to no avail.

"Relax and push your asshole out a little," La La instructed.

Now, like I've said in the past, I've been masturbating since before I had hair between my legs, so as you can imagine I've also played with my ass occasionally over the years. However I'd only used my fingers. This was the first time I would have a butt plug, and it didn't feel like a particularly small one. So I knew she was right and did as instructed. Before I knew it the discomfort of the plug piercing my sphincter was over and it was seated in my ass.

Whoever had been still holding my head finally let go. I looked up long enough to see Mena and Lina had ditched their clothes and were sitting on either side of Princess on the couch. They each grabbed the closest boob, leaned in and began sucking their teammate's tits.

I lowered my head and concentrated my efforts back on Princes' pussy. At the same time I sucked her clit between my teeth I eased two finger into her cunt hole which caused her ass to jump slightly as she yelped. I slid my digits as far in her as I could before I slid them back out. I continued that motion for a little bit while I simultaneously battered her clit with my tongue. When I felt her legs tense, I switched tactics and began massaging the roof of her cunt with the finger tips.

I knew I just about had her when she pressed her weight on to her feet, lifted her ass of the cushion, and mashed my face harder into her pussy. A moment later, with Lina and Mina still sucking her nipples, Princes' ass crashed back down to the couch and her legs flailed in climax.

"Holy fuck girl, that was awesome!" she panted as she finally let go of my head and I was able to lift it from between her legs. Her teammates had finally let go of her boobs. Despite my nose aching from being crushed in her pubic bone, I gave her a pleased grin.