Tennis Super Stars

Roland Garros 2011. The most notorious tennis stars in the world faced each other in the final. It was an unusually warm day. The audience was puffing as they watched the game. On one side stood Nancy; she looked fatter and shorter then her twin opponent: Layla. It was no surprise they faced each other; they have the same genes.

 

Both Afro-American players tried to play their best in the first set. However, the audience was expecting much more. Despite their years of training, neither player played convincingly. The audience was booing. Layla and Nancy ignored it. The first set was won 6-3 by Layla. She was slimmer and taller than her sister and it made her more maneuverable. The second set was a copy of the first one. Most of the audience even left the scene before the final was over. At the ceremony, the remaining people threw whatever they could find at the tennis stars. At the end, the tennis sisters left the court in disgrace.

 

After a long silence in the shower, Layla spoke up: "What's gotten into us? We're so good but when we play each other, it gets horrible. It's like we try to play well but we fail. Maybe we should do something about it."

 

Nancy was washing her firm ripe breasts while she was listening to Layla. "I don't know," she was saying, "Maybe we should hire some experts. Let's talk to our manager."

 

The twins continued in silence. After they were finished and dressed, they used a taxi to get to the temporary office of their manager. They took a deep breath before they went in to his office. When they entered, they faced a small bold man with pig eyes. He wasn't fat but he wasn't skinny either. He sensed their worries, as he knew them for a year now.

 

"You both played a good match," John Chesler lied.

 

Nancy, as usual, didn't hold back her temper. "We played horribly! We played poorly! We need some kind of new energy to play each other!"

 

The man relaxed in his chair behind his desk and simply said: "I'll think about it. Come back tomorrow."

"We don't want to wait! We want a solution now!" Nancy yelled again.

 

"Can't this wait until tom-"

 

"Look pal, we want a solution or we'll fire you." Layla interrupted.

 

"Ok! Ok! I can see where this conversation is heading," he said angry. Chesler started to spin his old fashioned Rolodex and then he called a few phone numbers. He sat once more, relaxed, in his chair.

 

"It has been arranged. They'll arrive tomorrow - the new coaching team" he said calmly.

 

The girls looked each other in disbelief but there was nothing they could refute. They said thank you and left the room. They headed towards their hotel. Once they were on the bed, they fell asleep immediately.

 

Early in the morning, both tennis stars were woken by their manager. They wondered how he had gotten into their bedroom. They saw strange men standing beside Chesler. The men had brought their suitcases with them.

 

"This is Walnut, spiritual consul," the manager said while he pointed at an old scruffy looking hippy.

 

"Hey, girls, don't worry. I'm gonna help you out with emotional problems and the like. We'll get along fine," he said hoarsely.

 

"And this is Walsh." he said.

 

"Nice to meet you," the older, well tanned man answered.

 

"You see, girls," the manager continued, "he's an ex Olympic trainer and he has a passion for SM. I'm quite sure he's the perfect man to train you."

 

"And this is Vogel, your new diet expert," he pointed at a short man.

 

Vogel only nodded towards the girls.

 

"Layla and Nancy, I know you'll not like this but you've asked me to help you. It's the best I could do on such short notice. You'd better do what the experts tell you to do. We've got to pay them too, you understand?"

 

The young women nonchalantly said: "Yes."

 

"Good, we have an agreement now. I'll watch your progress on a trainingsession this afternoon. I'll invite the press as well. I want them to see the new Layla and Nancy."

 

"Men, meet Layla and Nancy. I hope you'll get along fine. I still have some paperwork to do. I have to go."

Chesler said goodbye. Both the experts and the tennis stars were looking at each other. At last it was Vogel, the diet expert who spoke first.

 

"No offence, Nancy, but you could use a new diet."

 

"I don't need a new diet!"

 

"Look, missy, we've been hired to improve your game. You either cooperate or you can still play poorly against your sister."

 

Walsh wetted his lips.

 

"The fat one can use some exercise too. She moving much too slowly on the court, I noticed from the videos."

 

"I'm not f-"

 

"Don't argue with me. I've been training girls before you were even born." Walsh interrupted.

 

Walnut, standing relaxed and listening attentively, suddenly said: "I feel there is a negative aura in this room. If we want this new relationship to work, we've got to work together as a team."

 

A silence followed. Everybody except Walnut looked hostile. After everybody had calmed down, the girls realized they should listen to the experts.

 

Walsh thought about his words and tried to be more helpful: "Well, I guess, we could start with Nancy. She needs to get fitter."

 

"She should get a protein diet. Layla doesn't seem to need a diet." Vogel added.

 

Walsh interrupted: "How long has it been since you've both had a relationship?"

 

"One year," Layla answered.

"About two years," Her sister replied.

 

"I’m beginning to understand the problem," the ex trainer continued, "You need to get laid at least once every day. It will make you both much more competitive when you're also opponents in your personal life."

 

The girls looked at each other; it was clear they had never thought about this. Walsh opened his suitcase. He took out a strange looking object.

"You know what this is?" he inquired.

 

Nobody answered.

 

"It's a chastity belt. Layla will wear it. Your sister will have more freedom to do what she likes but you'll be limited. Try it on."

 

Layla hesitated.

 

"Come on, I've seen many nude girls in my life. I've seen it all before. Don't be shy."

 

She reluctantly got undressed. All the men were watching excitingly.

 

"It's a little tight across the crotch," Layla remarked.

 

"That's the idea. That way, you'll be unable to touch yourself. Here let me put a lock on it," Walsh explained, "Layla, stand away from us, preferably in the bathroom. Nancy, you get undressed too."

 

"Why?" she said dryly.

 

"Because you'll get exercise."

 

Nancy obeyed. The men enjoyed the view.

 

When Nancy was undressed, Vogel said with a smile: "I don't have any food with me containing protein. Perhaps she could have an alternative. Semen is a good solution."

 

"Great idea." Walsh said approvingly.

 

"Now, men, we get undressed. After all, the women are undressed; it's fair we do the same."

Layla was watching what was happening from the bathroom. However, she could only see the backside of the men. She only saw a glimpse of her naked sister. She wanted to masturbate but she the chastity belt she wore was well built.

 

"Now, Nancy, please get on your knees. We'll fuck in turns. Just don't argue. You know this will help."

 

She reluctantly agreed. She automatically sat on her knees and she bends over. Walsh didn't hesitate to penetrate her. Vogel put his cock into her mouth. Walnut was masturbating his tiny penis.

 

Vogel said: "It must have been a long time since you gave a man a blowjob. Try to suck it harder and deeper. Don't think about the gag reflex."

 

Nancy closed her eyes and obeyed. Her big brown lips were ideal to suck a man's penis real hard. Quickly Vogel came in her mouth. She looked at Vogel with her mouth open. Vogel softly rubbed his fingers on her chin.

 

"Now swallow, dear. It's an acquired taste. It will get better once you fuck with more men."

 

She swallowed it all right.

 

"Good girl!"

 

Walsh was still fucking her. He has been busy for ten minutes or so. He was getting tired of the same hole. Without warning he popped out his dick and inserted in to her anus.

But Nancy jerked. "Hey! Don't do that! I'm not that kind of woman."

 

"What kind of woman would that be?" Walsh laughed.

"It's good for you. Every muscle in your body must be used, including that one. It keeps the body flexible. In tennis it's important, isn't it?" he continued.

"I guess so. Please be gentle."

"It can hurt a little bit when I pop it in. Try to relax. It needs a little extra force," her trainer said.

Softly he inserted his penis in to her anus. Her sphincter took time to engulf his entire cock. Then he pushed it further and soon the pace increased rhythmically. Walnut changed places with Vogel. He was masturbating heavily with his tiny cock. He came instantly on her lips. Nancy was stunned for a moment. Despite his penis size, he had produced an awful lot of warm cum. He spreads it on her full brown lips.

 

"Mother nature's lip gloss!" he exclaimed.

 

"She's supposed to swallow it, stupid. Can't you take a hint?" Vogel demanded.

 

"But Mother nature can't be forced."

 

"Be quiet, you two! It's my turn to dump my load in her mouth."

 

Walsh extracted his long penis from her anus and thrust it into her mouth.

 

"Suck it! Suck it clean!" he demanded.

"Are you nuts? I'm not going to do that, it's filthy."

"You have to obey what your trainer says. Without discipline, forget about playing how you're supposed to."

"But I-"

"No buts. Lick it, suck it."

Reluctantly she carefully continued to suck his penis.

"That's it, missy. Don't forget to suck it real clean behind the ridges; sometimes dirt is left behind."

She wanted to stop but she knew he was right.

 

"That's it! I'm going to cum!"

 

Nancy didn't hesitate while swallowing his hot thick cum.

 

"Ok, that's enough for today. Nancy, you also need to wear a chastity belt."

 

"Why?" she inquired.

 

"You have been fucked, so you can't masturbate. It's like cheating."

 

"I understand." She said sadly.

The group got dressed and went to the restaurant downstairs. They ate breakfast. When they were finished, the men went outside to smoke. The girls however, decided to get back to their room to rest. They crawled on to the bed.

"What do you think of the experts? Layla inquired.

 

"They have strange training ideas. But I got fucked and I have missed that."

"Lucky you. I didn't even have a chance to masturbate. When I saw you busy with the men, I wanted to fuck too. I'm pissed," Layla complained.

 

"Yeah. But I had to swallow cum. I don't like that. The sex has exhausted me but I'm horny as hell. Too bad, I also have to wear this belt."

 

"I want to get fucked too! I need a man!" Layla said angrily.

 

They stopped talking and took a nap. Layla looked at her sister. Her angelic face reminded her of their youth. When they were young, they often played together at the beach. It looked much bigger then than it did now. They both loved to run. They had the habit of undoing the tops of their bathing suits because it itched too much around their underdeveloped breasts. She wished she could relive those days when it was ok to run around nude. She closed her eyes, fell asleep and dreamed about her youth.