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.

After the men stopped smoking and chatting, they returned to the hotel room.

"Layla! Nancy! Don't sleep now. Gee, you must be out of form if you're tired from a little training. Maybe you should get more training today." Walsh said.

The girls noticed Walnut had a suspiciously benevolent smile. He smelled worse than before too.

One of the girls turned her attention to Walsh: "But, you said it was enough for today!"

"I was wrong," Walsh admitted.

"Let's get Nancy’s chastity belt off."

"Hey! What about me?" Layla angrily said.

"You don't need training at this point. We'll focus on your sister."

"Layla, get into the bathroom. Nancy, this training is a bit different than last time. You need more sex and you need to participate better."

"What do I have to do?" Nancy asked slowly.

"Just wait until we get undressed. Then you can fuck again, but on top."

"Ok." Nancy said somberly.

The men didn't hesitate to get undressed.

"Are you ready, girl?" Walsh asks just to be sure.

"Yes."

"Then give me a blowjob. When it's hard, then you get on top." Walsh added.

Nancy took his penis into her mouth, sucking it gently at first then harder each minute.

"That good, Nancy. I like it. Now get on top."

The girl crawled on top. She moved up and down. Sometimes she moved from back to front with her hips.
"That's a good girl. Just a little faster. And a bit harder, too. You should
be proud if you can fuck a man well."

Walsh moaned and puffed from pleasure. He played with her boobs or caressed her body. Nancy enjoyed being in control.

"It has been a long time," she thought.

Layla watched. Again she saw a glimpse of her sister having sex with the men.

"I want to fuck, too! I need it! And she can fuck multiple men in one day!" Layla thought, angry.

Despite her mood, she tried masturbating, but once again she failed.

"I can only enjoy looking, I suppose" Layla thought.

In the meantime, Walsh and Vogel had exchanged places. The ex Olympic trainer continued masturbating while watching Nancy. Walnut, however, was trying to jerk his penis but it remained flaccid.

"Mother Nature doesn't work all day," he explained to Walsh, who ignored him.

Vogel tried a different position. Now, she sat on top in reverse cow girl position. He slapped her softly on her black behind. Nancy felt encouraged to fuck him faster. Her movements increased. She also moved from time to time in circular motions with her body on his penis. The diet expert enjoyed the various movements. He wanted to continue but this girl had just rediscovered the joys of sex. Soon he came into her. The girl moaned; she was happy he had an orgasm.

Walsh exchanged places with Vogel and once again he was fucking her. Nancy wants to be again on top, but in the original position.

"I like to see a man's face while doing the deed." She said to Walsh.

Both were moaning harder now. Walsh fully extracted his penis and slowly inserted it into her anus. Nancy helped him to guide it. Then she slowly moved up and down, to accommodate his penis. Walsh enjoyed her tight entrance. The pace increased as she started to enjoy the delights of anal sex. Each thrust brought them closer to orgasm. He didn't mind that she was
rubbing her clit. The moaning and the panting increased dramatically. The man couldn't it hold any longer. He exploded violently in her anus.

"You did excellent, Nancy!" Walsh said, trying to get his bearings.

Walnut, who was still having difficulties, came closer to Nancy. When Walsh retreated from her, the hippy was still jerking. The girl started to suck it hard but it didn't help.

"Suck it harder," Walsh suggested, "Don't forget to retract his foreskin."

Nancy moaned as she sucked the hippy's cock. Walnut played with her breasts and vagina. His penis got finally hard and immediately he came again on her lips. She smiled when she spread again his produce. Then she sucked his exposed penis clean. Nancy looked deep into Walnut's eyes. He couldn't deny he enjoyed the view.

"Good... Good!" Walsh said, "Now get dressed everybody. It's almost time for the training match."

"Can I refresh, please?"
"No, you can't be late. Your manager invited the press, remember? It would be very bad if we got there late." Walsh said.

The ex trainer turned his attention to Layla, who has been watching intensely.

"Layla, I'll help get your chastity belt off, it would too obvious when you play a match," Walsh said and then he turned his head toward Nancy, "the same counts for you."

When everybody got dressed they took a cab toward the training court of Roland Garros. When they appeared on the court, many photographers took pictures of the tennis stars. As usual, both wore a short skirt; barely long enough to hide their buttocks. Both wore a black sports bra without a shirt, which was the latest fashion in tennis. Both also wore pink shoes. The press had difficulties separating the girls from each other. The girls approached the
umpire and the typical coin was thrown in the air.

"Tails!" says Nancy.

"Tails it is," the umpire says, after looking at the fallen coin.

The match began. Nancy, who already appeared slimmer, played faster and better than the previous time they played. The first set was a true thriller with long rallies, good serves, lobs and strong tactical play. But at the end it was surprisingly Nancy, not Layla who won the deciding tie break. During the second set, Nancy felt something sliding down her legs. It felt cold and sticky. Then she realized it was semen which had seeped through her underpants.
When she served, she heard the photographers take her picture more than usual. Then she made a double fault and she played poorly from then on. It was no surprise Layla won the second set. She totally regained her self-esteem after winning the second set and also won the match. She was extremely happy to win it.

"That will teach her. I didn't fuck but at least I'm still beating her ass." Layla thought grimly.

After the match, the reporters asked questions to the girls.

"Layla, what was the liquid coming down your legs?" sounded the predictable embarrassing question.

"I'm Nancy!" she said aggravated, "Try to get our names right!"

"Sorry, Nancy," the reporter tried again.

An unusual silence followed. Nancy looked at the ceiling, playing with her fingers. She was sweating.

"Errr.," she stumbled.

"What can I say?" she thought.

Finally, she gathered her courage and managed to say:" I suppose the dye came off from the underpants."

The press was baffled. They couldn't believe it. But luckily nobody asked for more details. After the reporters congratulated Layla, the press meeting was over and the girls hit the showers. It had been a tough day for the girls. After refreshing they once again returned to the hotel room, together with the experts. The girls remained in silence. The experts decided to give them a free hour; they left the building to find a pub.

"Good heavens, I’m glad they're gone for now!" Layla enthusiastically said.

Nancy started to sob.

"Those morons! They should have allowed me to freshen up. The press will start wondering about the incident. "

"Don't worry about that, sissy. We still have each other. We shouldn't be so
indulgent." Layla said while putting her arm around her sister. Nancy felt the warmth of the hug. She continued to sob. The girl put her head on her sister.

"What are we going to do?" Nancy tried to say.

"I don't know." Layla honestly admitted.

For a moment neither said anything.

"Sis, do you remember when we used to play around at the beach?"

"Of course, I do. Those were happy days." Layla replied.

Nancy hugged Layla closer for a more intimate hug. Now she laid her head on top of her breasts. Then she rubbed Layla somewhat. Her sister didn't object to that. After several minutes the rubbing slowly turned into caressing. Layla still didn't object. Then Nancy started to rub her head against her sister. Layla spoke up: "What are you doing?"

"Sis, you know I love you, you know that. I have loved you my whole life. When we were children, we used to run around that beach, sometimes nude. And our mom said it was cute when we hugged and gave each other a kiss. It felt so good and warm, having a soul mate like you. We have done it several times, don't you remember?" Nancy said softly.

"We were just kids back then," Layla said cautiously.

"But it felt so good! I still feel the warmth inside you. The love we had for each other hasn't subsided, it's only hidden now."

Layla paused for a moment. But then without saying anything Layla carefully started to rub Nancy's head.

"Sister love is just wrong! But I understand your point. And I have to admit it; I also hunger for that kind of feeling. Just you and I like in the old days." Layla said.

"Stupid laws are made by stupid men! If we don't tell anyone, it will be our
hidden secret. No one will ever break our love! We can't let anyone
interfere with it! Sis, let's love each other. I want you. My body aches for
you. It desires you. You're my angel." Nancy said.

Layla didn't answer. Her sister kissed her several times on the neck and moaned while doing so. Then the girls lay down. Nancy kissed her, moving up to her lips.

"Sis, it's wrong!" Layla objected.

"I don't care! I love you, Layla! You're my love! Kiss me sis!" she gasped. Nancy didn't for Layla to answer; she gave her a big wet kiss. For the first time, Layla was moaning as well. Both girls closed their eyes and started to kiss each other more passionately. Nancy started to rub her breasts more heavily. Then took off her own bra and her sister's bra. Soon Nancy started to lick Layla's nipples in a circular motion. She glanced at Layla. She nodded it was ok and Nancy continued. Then she gently inserted Layla's nipple into her mouth and started to suck it. Layla moaned harder. Nancy started to rub Layla's clit and vice versa. Nancy lowered her gaze and she started kiss her belly for a while. Then she removed her sister's underpants
and gently started to lick her vagina. Layla increased her moaning. She was getting wet. When her sister started to lick and suck her clitoris it got enlarged.

"That's it, sis," She said while moaning; "lick my pussy, as much as you like. It's yours. Lick it, my love. Lick my pussy fully, lick my clit. Don't stop!"

Nancy obeyed. Layla moaned even harder and more.

"DON'T STOP!"

Nancy increased her rhythm. She inserted a finger into her vagina. It got more wet as Nancy progressed.

"DON'T STOP" Layla reiterated.

Her sister licked her more violently and then Layla stopped panting for a second!

"Oh God! Oh God Oh God!!!!!!Yes!!! YES!YES!!!!!"

Then her first lesbian orgasm followed. Her panting subsided slowly. But she made a "come here sign" which prompted Nancy to get on top of her and they started to rub their bodies against each other. Soon both Lesbians had an orgasm.

"I love you!" Layla said.

"I love you, too!"
Then they hugged and spontaneously gave each other a kiss. It was the
beginning of a relived relationship.