Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2023 16:32:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Volleyball Recruiting Trip VOLLEYBALL RECRUITING TRIP This is a work of lesbian fiction. The characters and scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by athletes engaging in lesbian sex, please read no further. (Lesbian Athletics) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Michelle Thorson was a 17-year-old senior at Paul Revere High School. Named Michelle at birth, everyone had always called her Mickey. Mickey had always been exceptionally tall for her age, and she had gone through some awkward years, particularly during her junior high school when she didn't wish to stand out. By her sophomore year in high school, Mickey's physical coordination had started to catch up with her height, and her name began to show up on the radar of college volleyball coaches. After a stand-out, all-conference junior season, the 6'4" 17-year old was one of the best high school middle blockers in the state, and was being courted with scholarship offers from D-1 programs all over the country. Her senior season had been even more impressive. Ever since Mickey had picked up the sport, she had dreamed of playing volleyball for Coach Vickers at State University. State was only about a 90-minute drive from her home, which would allow her parents and younger sister, Tammy, to attend selected home games, especially on the weekends. More importantly, State U was a national volleyball power. Coach Vickers had won three national championships during her nine years at State, and three former State players had been on the Team USA squad at the most recent Summer Olympics. Playing in the Olympic Games was Mickey Thorson's ultimate dream. Mickey felt that playing at State for Coach Vickers would give her the coaching and physical training she would need to compete for a coveted spot on Team USA. Mickey knew that hundreds of women would be competing for the few roster positions, so she intended to maintain contact with the Swedish national team. Her father's heredity would allow her eligibility to be selected to the squad, if need be. But that was all in the future. She was still in high school. Mickey needed to select a university, and to make sure that it was a good mutual fit. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mickey had hit the 6' mark while in 8th grade. Taller than most of her classmates, even the boys, had led to some awkward, lonely years for Mickey. Always friendly, Mickey was naturally self-conscious that she towered over her school friends by as much as a foot or more. Puberty had facilitated Mickey's growth spurt, which had not always been welcomed by the young teen. However, like the butterfly emerging from the cocoon, Mickey had grown into a graceful, long-legged, blonde beauty. Like most volleyball players, Mickey was slender-hipped, with a small, muscular ass which was prominently featured in her tight volleyball shorts. Different from the other girls, Mickey was blessed, or cursed, depending upon her feelings that day, with beautiful, round, 36-C breasts, which she usually kept wrapped tightly in a confining sports bra. Mickey's younger sister, Tammy, was also tall at 5'9", and used her blonde good looks to achieve a coveted Song Girl spot. A year younger than Mickey, the high school junior had been dating the school's senior quarterback for nearly a year. Boys were a mystery to Mickey. She was repeatedly teased in her younger years due to her height, and was called among other things, a giraffe or a praying mantis by some of her insensitive and insecure male classmates. The taunts died down after her unmistakable beauty began to develop, and she had proven night after night on the volleyball court that she was an elite athlete. Despite her clear-skinned beauty, her 6'4" height was still intimidating to most high school boys. Mickey rarely dated, and when she did, it was almost always awkward and uncomfortable. Mickey, for some time had begun to wonder if she even liked boys that way. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Finally, it came! Mickey was invited for a for a formal recruiting visit to State U. Mickey's mother offered to accompany her naïve and inexperienced daughter, but Mickey insisted that she was mature enough to travel and make the decisions on her own. It was hard to argue with a girl who maintained a 3.8 GPA. With a weekend agreed upon, the high school senior borrowed her mother's car and drove the 90-minute distance to the State U campus. The three-day, two-night stay had been carefully scripted in advance. At 3:00 p.m. that Friday, Mickey was scheduled to participate in an open play session with members of the State U team in the university's practice facility. Due to NCAA regulations, coaches would be barred from attending. However, the coaching staff would later very seriously seek information from the current squad members about the recruit's on-court abilities, demeanor, and ability to get along her potential teammates. The evaluations would be brutally honest. More than one aspiring recruit would find herself without a scholarship offer at the end of her visit. Mickey was very aware that there were no sure things, and that all eyes would be focused upon her. Another thing that Mickey had become very aware of was that State U had a reputation for a disproportionate number of lesbians on the team. While almost every college women's program had "out" lesbians on their teams, college recruiters from other schools would attempt to bad mouth State U, and insinuate to parents that their daughters would get "turned" if they were to State U. In some cases, they were able to convince some conservative and religious parents to keep their talented daughters away from coach Vickers' squad. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Pulling into the beautiful State U campus, Mickey followed the careful itinerary that had been emailed to her. Parking in the Athletics parking lot, she placed the parking pass that she had received on her dashboard. As instructed in the itinerary, she left her suitcase in the car, and pulled out her sports bag with her shoes and practice gear as she followed the map to the volleyball team locker room. Mickey had been expected, and was greeted at the door by pretty team captain, Delores Martin. Mickey had seen Delores many times on the State U volleyball TV broadcasts. The 5'8" setter was a dynamo as she moved effortlessly from side-to-side to position the ball for her outside hitters. Delores was already dressed in her maroon and grey practice gear as she welcomed Mickey with a wide grin. Delores wore her dark hair in a cute, practical, pixie-cut. Taller than most girls, she looked almost diminutive next to her taller teammates. "This is Mickey Thorson. She's from Revere High." Delores introduced the 17-year-old to each of her potential teammates, who were all in various states of undress in the locker room, before they began to walk individually to the nearby court. Knowing that none of the coaching staff would be present, it was a more loosed and relaxed atmosphere, and the women joked with each other. Delores showed Mickey her locker, and told her to change and to meet them on the court. The staff had put "THORSON" on the locker nameplate. Mickey was in a hurry to get dressed, but made a mental note to take a picture of the locker sign after the practice. Mickey had worn a simple blouse and white shorts on the warm spring day. With other girls in the locker room, Mickey had the unmistakable feeling that she was being watched as removed her impressive breasts from her white 36-C bra. Mickey's large boobs stood proudly upright as she reached into her bag for her grey sports bra as she continued to dress quickly. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Walking to the court in her red, white, and blue "Paul Revere Volleyball" practice gear, Mickey was met with some playfully derisive hoots and catcalls from the college girls. Mickey had been unsure of what to wear at the practice. However, she knew that she couldn't wear any State U gear without being a member of the team. She wished in hindsight that she had worn a plain white t-shirt. Several of the girls gave her playful slaps on her prominent, muscular backside to ensure that Mickey knew that they were just kidding. Delores, the captain, selected sides for the scrimmage games. The play was at a physical level that Mickey had never experienced in high school. Even in a meaningless scrimmage, the ball never seemed to touch the court surface as the girls athletically dove and stretched for every shot or serve. Mickey was exhausted and sore, but felt that she had proven the she could hold her own against much more experienced, elite volleyball players. The State U girls quickly demonstrated that Mickey had clearly won over the squad as they headed to the locker room to shower. A couple of girls hugged her, and a couple more playfully slapped her ass as a compliment for her impressive, spirited play. Everyone on the State U squad knew that they needed a tall middle blocker to replace their graduating All-American, Carli Meadows. Mickey seemed to fit the bill. As she began to undress, Mickey looked around her. If she didn't know how talented the players were, she would have assumed that they had all been selected for their good looks. 15 or more beautiful college-age women were undressing in the team locker room. All seemed very comfortable being naked with one another. One 6' tall, junior outside hitter was walking around and complimenting her teammates on their hard play that afternoon. She was alternating smacking toned butts or closed mouth-kissing girls on the lips as she made her way around the team locker room. Seeing Mickey rising from her bench, a white towel draped wrapped around her waist, the tall volleyball player came up to the 6'4" high school girl and pinched her pink, erect nipples, saying: "Nice job, new girl." Mickey was stunned, but forced a wordless smile as the outside hitter continued on her rounds. Mickey felt some strange stirrings as she surveyed the bevy of beautiful naked women in the shower room. The rumors of rampant homosexuality appeared to be true as some girls paired off beneath the shower heads to kiss, or to eagerly soap up each other's toned, athletic bodies. Delores sidled up to Micky to share her showerhead. Delores' breasts were as small as a 14-year-old's, but her taught, muscular body and pretty face and smile more than made up for it as she ran her soapy hands across her tan body. Delores was drop-dead gorgeous, Mickey thought, and she found it hard to look away from the beautiful, naked team captain, with her cute, pixie haircut. Mickey knew that more than one set of eyes were appraising her long, lean, naked body and big boobs. Walking back to her locker, she heard a wolf whistle as she unconsciously sashayed her bubble-butt enticingly as she walked from the shower room. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Still having not yet met the head volleyball coach, Mickey agreed to go to dinner with members of the team, including Delores. Returning from casual team dinner, Mickey retrieved her suitcase from her mother's car, and followed Delores to the nearby athletic dorms. Subsidized generously by booster funds, the athletic dorms were larger and more well-appointed than the general-populace student dorms. Each two-person dorm room contained a bathroom and shower, a large-screen TV, WIFI, university supplied laptops and a color printer. Two clean, full-size beds were comfortably spaced in each large room, in addition to a small refrigerator. Meals were taken in the athletes-only cafeteria. Every convenience had been thought of, and Mickey was ready to sign on the dotted line. Delores had no current roommate, so Mickey was slated to spend her two nights in Delores' room. As the girls watched TV and chatted amiably during the warm evening, Delores pulled out a chilled bottle of Chardonnay from the small refrigerator. Eager to fit in, but unaccustomed to any kind of alcohol, the 17-year-old was soon tipsy and decided to go to bed early. Delores watched with some interest as the beautiful 6'4" high school girl undressed and prepared for bed. Having already been naked that afternoon in the locker room, Mickey had no qualms about removing her 36-C bra, and stripping down to her panties. Pulling an oversize, white "wife beater" undershirt over her head, Mickey opened the covers and laid her blonde head on the pillow. To wish the teenager a good night, Delores kissed the drowsy teenager sweetly on the lips. The kiss, combined with the white wine, left Mickey with a warm, contented feeling as she drifted off to sleep. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The room was dark when Mickey awakened from a deep sleep. Bleary-eyed, the 17-year-old could feel another body in her bed. Unsure if she was still dreaming, Mickey felt a hand on her undershirted breasts as she fell back to sleep. The high school senior realized that she wasn't dreaming when she felt the naked boobs of a girl's body on her stomach. Delores had crawled underneath Mickey's undershirt, and was hungrily feasting on the tall volleyball player's teenage boobs with her active mouth and tongue. "What the...?" Was all that Mickey was able to murmur before being shushed by the amorous college girl. Mickey was a virgin, having minimal experience with boys her own age. Mickey could feel Delores' short hair tickling her boobs as she alternated from side to side, stretching the high school girl's undershirt. Now that Mickey was awake, Delores lifted the undershirt up to Mickey's neck. The 5'8" volleyball captain slid upwards atop the 17-year-old's body until her diminutive breasts were pressed into Mickey's much larger ones as she was now face-to-face with the blonde, teenage beauty, and began to passionately kiss Mickey. Mickey couldn't understand why she wasn't resisting. She was clearly bigger and stronger than Delores, and could have easily pushed her off before things got too far. Surprisingly, Mickey was getting turned on by the older girl, and began running her hands along Delores bare back as she reciprocated with Delores' eager kisses. With their tongues hungrily dancing together, Delores turned the bedcovers aside to get a better look at Mickey's slender, athletic body. Delores lifted Mickey's undershirt over her head, and shifted down to remove Mickey's panties. Mickey's hand instinctively tried to cover her blonde-topped pussy. Delores reached for Mickey's free hand and placed it on one of her small breasts. Mickey began to inquisitively squeeze. Distracted, Mickey didn't realize that Delores' hand had descended to her pussy. Micky jumped as Delores' hand began to rub her young pussy. The older volleyball player reassured the teen, and laid Mickey's long frame back on the bed as she continued to gently rub the teenager's pussy, petting Mickey's soft, blonde pubic hair. Mickey closed her eyes as Delores' finger penetrated her. The smooth, back and forth motions caused Mickey to smile with pleasure at the new sensation. Delores' had known that she was into girls for as long as she could remember, and eating pussy was the only thing that she enjoyed more than volleyball. Delores' good looks, in addition to a certain amount of fame in college volleyball circles, had given her tremendous access to a bevy of willing women and girls, and Delores very happily indulged herself as often as possible. With Mickey's pussy now sufficiently wet, Delores eagerly placed her impatient face between Mickey's long, slender legs. Mickey instinctively reacted, her legs rising above the bed, as the volleyball captain began her frenzied assault on Mickey's virgin pussy. Delores' experienced tongue alternated between, deep, languished licks, and short, rapid flicks of her tongue. At that moment, Mickey knew that she would never again be interested in boys. Holding onto Delores' dark, pixie-cut-hair, the older girl's head shook madly in all directions as she bored deeply into Mickey's young pussy. The sensation of Mickey's first orgasm surprised and scared the 17-year-old. Reactively, Mickey pushed Delores' face deeper into her crotch as the team captain continued her oral attack. Delores' kissed and licked her way all over Mickey's nude body before suggesting that they get some sleep. Wrapping her arm around Mickey's round, bare breasts, Delores attempted to spoon in the small bed with the 6'4" high school girl. Before falling asleep, Mickey wondered how many other girls on the team and on the large campus also enjoyed lesbian sex? Mickey was even more convinced that State U was her college of choice. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Waking up the next morning, the two volleyball players continued their amorous activities in the shower, rubbing their frisky hands along the other's soapy, naked body. The two girls actively finger-fucked each other under the hot water before turning off the shower. Mickey was scheduled to meet and have dinner with the head coach that day. But first, there was breakfast and a full campus tour to be provided by a student guide. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Kelly Phipps was a pretty, 5'2" strawberry-blonde, majoring in Communications. Student guides were employed by the university to show prospective new students around the campus, and were trained to answer a myriad of their questions. In the case of Athletics, they always requested the prettiest girls to girls to guide their male recruits. Knowing that their sports attracted a high percentage of lesbians, the women's basketball, volleyball, and softball coaches requested the prettiest girls as well, hoping that they would provide an additional inducement for the recruit to sign with State U. Never missing an opportunity, the coaches quietly canvassed the student guides for signs that some might be interested in girl-girl relationships. It had been reported back to coach Vickers that Kelly Phipps was among them. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The attraction was instantaneous between the long-legged high school girl, and the pretty, petite strawberry blonde. Kelly smiled bashfully at the tall, beautiful blonde in the white miniskirt. Kelly had a "thing" for tall girls, and had dated a since-graduated women's basketball player when she had been a freshman. Mickey, a confirmed lesbian now for less than 24 hours, could sense Kelly's obvious flirtations with her. The feelings were more than mutual as they toured the beautiful, green, tree-lined State U campus. Mickey had prepared several questions which Kelly answered skillfully as they continued to walk across the mostly empty campus on the sunny Saturday afternoon. Soon, they were holding hands. After completing the 90-minute tour, the pair found themselves sitting on some steps under a secluded eave. Kelly's fingers began to tenderly stroke Mickey's long blonde hair, as she gazed into Mickey's blue eyes. "I hope that you decide to attend State U," Kelly said genuinely to the tall girl. "Me too," replied Kelly. In the next moment, Kelly placed a soft, sensuous kiss on Mickey's lips before asking the high school girl on a date that night. Kelly was disappointed, but understood that the teenager was on a recruiting visit, and was scheduled to meet with her potential head coach that evening. The two pretty girls exchanged cellphone numbers before walking back to the Athletic dorms. As Kelly said goodbye, she sincerely hoped that Mickey would be offered a scholarship by coach Vickers. As Kelly walked silently, she remembered Mickey's long legs and big boobs. With a smile, Kelly fantasized about introducing her tongue into Mickey's pink anus. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mickey freshened up before her dinner with coach Vickers. She was still wearing her summery pink blouse and white miniskirt. Always self-conscious of her height, Mickey wore a pair of ballerina flats on her feet. Delores was sitting with Mickey on one of the beds when promptly at 6:00 p.m. there was a knock on the dorm door, which was answered by the team captain. Standing in the door frame was the imposing figure of coach Vickers. The blonde-haired coach forced an unaccustomed smile, and asked: "Shall I call you Michelle or Mickey?" "Mickey, please," the teenage volleyball player replied politely. "I'm hearing good things about you Mickey," the coach said. 42-year-old Kathy Vickers was a formidable personality, known for her no-nonsense, but very successful coaching style. A former All-American and Team USA Olympian, Mickey doubted that the tall coach weighed even a pound more than her playing weight. Coach Vickers was wiry-lean, and proud of her 6'1" height. Femininely attractive, and not at all the stereotypically "dykey" female sports coach. The woman was well-dressed, and proudly wore 3" stiletto heels. Giving her team captain, Delores, an imperceptible look. The dark-haired girl gave the coach a subtle nod behind Mickey's back. Letting the high school senior exit the door first, coach Vickers took the time to admire Mickey's long legs and shapely ass. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Coach Vickers was among the highest-paid volleyball coaches in America, and her new Mercedes sedan was an indication of her success, as she held the passenger door open for the tall, 17-year-old volleyball recruit. The car seat had been previously positioned as far back as possible for the long-legged middle blocker. Mickey was delighted when she was taken to the best restaurant in town. A hearty eater, Mickey enjoyed a perfectly grilled medium-rare New York steak as the coach peppered her with questions. The teenager acquitted herself well, and committed to be a hard worker and attentive learner. Coach Vickers had received glowing reports about Mickey's play in the informal scrimmage the day before. Well-acquainted with Mickey's good grades, and having previously spoken to the girl's high school and club volleyball coaches, Vickers' was prepared to offer a Mickey a full scholarship to State U. But first things first... Mickey observed that they were taking a new route, and appeared to be traveling in a different direction than back to the on-campus dorms. The mystery soon became clear when coach Vickers pulled into the driveway of her large, suburban home, and placed her hand on Mickey's thigh. "I thought we could talk some more at my home," coach Vickers said as a means of explanation. The 17-year-old was invited to sit down on the couch. As a test, the coach asked Mickey if she would like a beer or a cocktail, knowing that the teen was well underage. Mickey politely declined. The last thing that the coach wanted was teenager drinkers or drug users on her team. Mickey had passed the first test. Now for test number two... Coach Vickers brazenly sidled up to the teenage girl on the couch, and placed her arm suggestively around Mickey's shoulder. Touching the pretty girl's face and stroking her long. Blonde hair, the coach said quietly, "I want to get to know my recruits personally before I offer them a full, four-year scholarship. "As you know we are one of the elite programs in the country. NCAA rules only allow us to have 12 scholarship athletes on our roster, so naturally, I am very particular about my players." Mickey nodded her head to indicate that she was listening and understanding what the coach had to say. Coach Vickers continued: "I want to make sure that our new girls are a good fit with our returning players, if you know what I mean." Mickey wasn't quite sure what the coach meant? Her question was soon answered when coach Vickers' hand began to explore Mickey's 17-year-old chest. Mickey quickly realized that she would have to sleep with the coach in order to receive a formal scholarship offer. After a quick pro and con debate in her head, Mickey decided that it would be well worth it. It was coach Vickers' turn to be surprised when Mickey leaned in a gave the 42-year-old an open-mouthed kiss. Realizing that, unlike some of the other high school girls, Mickey would need no additional persuasion, coach Vickers lifted the cooperative 17-year-old's sweater-blouse over Mickey's blonde-haired head. Mickey's bra-covered 36-C breasts were soon revealed to coach Vickers' delight. The coach knew very well that large breasts were unusual for long, lean volleyball athletes. Not waiting to undo Mickey's bra, the impassioned, impatient older woman plunged her inquisitive fingers inside of Mickey's bra cup in search of Mickey's pink nipple. The coach's hand began to squeeze and knead Mickey's round boob. The awkward mauling was stretching Mickey's bra straps uncomfortably, so she quickly reached behind her back to unhook her bra. As the teenager lowered her bra straps, her voluptuous breasts bounced to life. The 36-C tits were immediately seized by Coach Vickers' eager mouth and hands. Noisy slurping and popping sounds could be heard as the 42-year-old volleyball coach hungrily assailed the high school senior's boobs. Breasts as big Mickey's were a rare treat for the college coach. Just as suddenly as it began, Coach Vickers released the beautiful 17-year-old from her predatory clutches. Inexplicably rising from the couch, the volleyball coach placed a vinyl record on her turntable as she began to remove her dress and heels. The unmistakable voice of Frank Sinatra came from the stereo speakers. Mickey, now half-naked, was somewhat confused as she continued to sit on the couch. Still wearing her white miniskirt, she crossed her legs as she waited. Would she be fucking coach Vickers or not? The answer came quickly as the naked volleyball coach lifted the tall teenager from the couch. Coach Vickers' hands returned to Mickey's bounteous breasts as she stood enticingly in the living room. The older coach's body was wiry-muscled, and completely free of any excess fat. Although her boobs were typically small, they were appealingly pointy, and she retained the muscular ass of an elite athlete. Coach Vickers' hands found the zipper to Mickey's miniskirt, and it was soon being lifted from Mickey's feet and placed carefully across a nearby chair. Mickey was now dressed only in a small pair of bikini panties. She bashfully tried to hide her pubic area with her hands, but her panties were soon brought to the floor by the concupiscent older woman. On her knees, coach Vickers' curiously petted Mickey's blonde pubic hairs. Thinking that the coach was about to go down on her, Mickey was surprised when the woman rose from her knees and hugged the naked girl. Frank Sinatra's "Summer Breeze" was gently playing on the expensive sound system. "May I have this dance," the coach politely asked the naked teenager. If possible, Mickey was more surprised by this development than she was when she learned that she would have to fuck the head coach to ensure her scholarship. The coach extended her left hand, and placed her right hand around Mickey's slender waist. Years before, in an effort to make her tall, athletic, somewhat tomboyish, daughter more feminine and attractive to boys, Mickey's mother had insisted that she take dance and charm lessons while in junior high school. Mickey thought it wildly ironic that her slow dance skills would be first used with a naked, 42-year-old college volleyball coach who would soon be sticking her tongue in Mickey's youthful vagina. Both women were over 6' tall, but danced comfortably and elegantly, swaying to the romantic swing tunes coming from the stereo speakers. Coach Vickers held the teenager firmly, and pressed her smaller, pointy boobs into Mickey's bigger, rounder ones. The 17-year-old volleyball recruit found herself freely responding to the coach's kisses as they slow danced in the living room. Mickey's hand even found its way down to squeeze and caress Coach Vickers' athletic butt. After three or four Sinatra tunes, the coach led the volleyball recruit to her upstairs bedroom. The music was still playing on the turntable as they ascended the stairs. Mickey's naked bubble-butt wiggled appealingly as the teenager walked up the stairs. Coach Vickers patted Mickey's ass approvingly. The bedroom was large, and surprisingly feminine, with soft colors and a King-size canopied bed. Mickey was surprised to see her suitcase and sports bag in the corner of the room. Clearly, the evening's seduction had all been carefully scripted like her recruiting visit itinerary. The naked teenager laid on the bed cooperatively, her blue eyes inviting the older woman to have her way with her. Within the bedroom drawers there were a myriad of sex toys, dildos, and strap-on's. Coach Vickers wisely chose not to put any of them into play, fearing that they would only scare off the inexperienced young girl. The older woman laid beside the naked teenager, circling Mickey's erect pink nipples and areolae with her fingers. Coach Vickers' lusty demeanor seemed to change when she gently asked, "Are you O.K. with this?" Mickey could only nod her head in the affirmative. She was becoming increasingly nervous as she laid on her back looking up at the coach's anxious face, and wondering what was in store for her. After all, this would only be her second time. "Have you ever done it with a girl before, Mickey?" Coach Vickers was now just inches away from Mickey's youthful, unblemished face as she spoke with the teenager. Breaking into a smile, Mickey nodded yes, and admitted that it wouldn't be her first time. Based upon the sign that she had received from her team captain, Delores, the coach was pretty sure that her pretty volleyball setter had broken in Mickey the night before. The coach wondered if the 17-year-old had been a virgin before sexually succumbing to Delores? Having received Mickey's assent, Coach Vickers shifted to the foot of the bed. Raising Mickey's long, slender legs over the older woman's shoulders, the coach lifted the teenager's lower torso off of the bed, and readily absorbed Mickey's blonde pussy into her impatient face. Like a hungry animal, coach Vickers aggressively devoured Mickey's teenage pussy. Her 20+ years of lesbian experience surely showed as she attended to all of Mickey's most sensitive areas with her skilled tongue and fingers. Mickey had enjoyed her time with Delores the night before, but the pleasures that she was experiencing from the volleyball coach were otherworldly. Mickey undulated her still-elevated hips in concert with each of coach Vickers' practiced licks and thrusts. Mickey had come more times than she thought possible when the older woman finally released Mickey's pussy from her mouth, and lowered her body to the bed. Despite still being a conditioned athlete, even at the age of 42, coach Vickers needed a few moments to catch her breath. Mickey took the opportunity to rub and finger the shaved vagina of the volleyball coach. Rejuvenated, coach Vickers placed her long body atop Mickey's in the 69 position. Looking down at Mickey's pussy, the older coach resumed her aggressive cunnilingus. Mickey was put in the unique position of having coach Vickers pussy and muscular ass positioned before her face. Squeezing the coach's tantalizing butt cheeks, but somewhat unsure of what to do, the coach intoned, "Lick my pussy." Mickey did as she was instructed. Her technique and confidence improved with each steady, determined lick. As she continued with her inexperienced pussy-eating, Mickey inquisitively probed the rim of the coach's anus with her finger, as it was staring at her at eye level. The coach reached around her to encourage Mickey to penetrate the tiny opening with her finger. Mickey inserted a dry finger a few times before the coach shocked her by ordering the 17-year-old to "Lick it!" The older woman shuddered as the teenager dutifully complied. "Oh God, that feels good," coach Vickers cried, encouraging the teenager to go faster and deeper with her tongue. The coach's hips were undulating, and her strong, long legs were twitching as Mickey's poking and licking brought the older woman to an orgasm. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After another hour of spirited lovemaking with the high school senior, coach Vickers leaned in to kiss Mickey while she rubbed and squeezed the teenager's 36-C breasts. "I think that's enough for tonight, Mickey. Why don't we get some sleep?" "By the way," the coach continued. "I think you'd be a great fit for State U. If you'd like, you can sign your Letter of Intent in the morning." Still naked in her coach's bed, Mickey rolled over with a contented smile on her face. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After making the 90-minute drive back to her home on Sunday afternoon, Mickey found her beautiful 16-year-old sister, Tammy, slumped on the couch watching TV. "How did it go?" The pretty, sophomore cheerleader asked with genuine interest. Mickey was stone-faced for an instant, and then broke into a broad smile, "I'm going to State U," the tall girl nearly squealed. Jumping up from the couch, Tammy gave her older sister a big hug. Mickey looked at her 5'10" high school sophomore sister. With her beautiful face and figure, and her long blonde hair, Mickey mused that Tammy would be a very welcome visitor to the lascivious lesbians at State U. For her part, Tammy wondered what things were like on a college campus? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End. Please support this great site.