Volley Ball Practice

Suddenly, I feel myself being lifted up, my bikini stretched as Scott's hands cling to it as I find myself being pulled up. Two gals stand before me, as a pair of attractive ladies grabs me toward a volleyball net. Soon, I find myself standing on one side to the next with them, a volleyball headed straight for me.

I manage to get it aloft, and eventually, we are sending it back and forth. After a good ten minutes, they score against us. I hear cheering from the other side, whom I notice now are a team of 2/3s men and 1/3 women, like ourselves. As the ball is getting ready to serve, I feel my g-string being pulled down and off. I gasp and attempt for them to stop it, only to see one of my teammates tugging at it, "Sorry, they scored a point. It means they get to choose one of us has to remove a piece of clothing, and they unilaterally picked you, and so now you g-string has to go." Even as she speaks, I can plainly see she's anything but sad, as she flashed me an amused expression, aroused and maybe a bit excited at seeing my shaved bush and clit herself.

I sigh and allow her to strip my bikini g-string off of me, handing it on the side of the net. Soon the game is on, and after a solid 15 minutes of gaming, we manage to score against them. Our team quickly chooses, and to my surprise everyone wanted to make a brunette, wearing a gold micro-string-bikini should lose her top. Her breasts, quite large in their own right, are a sight to see. One of the guys takes pleasure then, as he reached behind and untied her front tie bikini top from behind. She gasps in surprise and makes a grab at her top as it's held high above her head. He looks amused at her, before simply shaking his finger her way, and carrying the top to the other pole of the net.

Soon, the game resumes once more, as both teams try everything they can to keep the other team from scoring. I find myself catching glimpses, whenever I can, as the brunette's breasts bounce erotically before me. I wonder if mine would have a similar effect, and my thoughts alternated between what would it be like for my top to be removed as hers, and how much I would find it enjoyable to see her g-string pulled off, just as mine had been. As the time flashes by, I realize given the pattern of this game, that any time, I can expect one side or the other to score. I put my all in, enjoying it, even as my clit is exposed, as I follow the game (and her breasts), bounce back and forth.