1. Racquetball Dyke by loyalsock


    Date: 10/30/2016, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    From as early as my p*****n years, it was obvious that sports and I did not get along. I was either too slow or not coordinated enough. Team after team would either cut me, or only allow me to play the minimum amount of time that was required. When teams were picked in gym class, I was almost always chosen last. My uncle observed my frustration, and took it upon himself to help. He was concern about the long-term effect of my low self-esteem, so he introduced me to the world of racquetball. When my Uncle was younger he played on his college team, and had won several tournaments. Today his bookshelves are lined with trophies has proof of his accomplishments. But it wasn't his trophies that made him special to me, it was his ears. When I was just a little girl, I learned that he could wiggle his ears, and ever since then he has been my favorite Uncle, and I was honored that he wanted to share his time with me. So with only a few exceptions-we played racquetball three times a week for almost 6 years. I started off slow, learning the rules and just trying to enjoy myself. It was several months before I was even able to return the ball with any regularity. But I was still too slow. I can remember my Uncle saying, &#034Don't worry about speed, that will come with time. Just be deliberate in your moves. Remember, its better to take one slow step in the right direction then to take a fast one in the wrong direction&#034. Although I doubted his words at the time, I later found them ...
    to be true. Years past and I got better, good enough to enter local tournaments, capturing a few trophies of my own. During the summer of my senior year, before going to college, I was good enough to beat my uncle about 50% of the times. I was so proud of myself. Although this was a big accomplishment for me, I needed to remind myself that I was an 18-year- old girl in her physical prime, playing against a 53-year-old man. But it really wasn't about winning or loosing, it was about life. Not only had I learn to focus my mind, but I had grown strong and fast, and most importantly, I had learned to be confident. My Uncle gave me all this, just by sharing some of his time-I will never be able to thank him enough. In college I joined a racquetball club and played in the women's league. One of the girls I met was Linda. Linda was half African-American and half Italian, about 5'10&#034 weighing around 130 pounds. A wonderful by- product of her parent's love. The only odd thing about her was that none of the girls in the league seemed to care for her. No one talked to her, or wanted to play with her-she was an outcast. Because Linda was one of the few non-white members, I wondered if her f***ed isolation was due to racism. Personally I didn't see any reason why I shouldn't play with Linda, so I did, and we quickly became friends. It wasn't till later that I learned why the other girls kept their distance. A few weeks after I started playing racquetball with Linda, a redhead named ...
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