Volleyball

The Volleyball team practices in the Indoor Sports Hall, which is as hot as a sauna. Located deep underground, there’s little ventilation, which means the whole place stinks with sweat and musk. You take a deep breath, savouring the lingering scent of eighteen year old fluids that pervades the air. The girls themselves are playing a regular match. You marvel at their uniforms, black and green in the school’s colours, each girl is wearing a sports bra and a skimpy spandex thong. As a girl crouches, her uncovered ass points into the air, and the shape of her pussy is plainly visible beneath.

You sneak up on the blonde, inching towards her, careful not to make a noise. Then lunging forward, you encircle your arms around her waist, and drag her backwards. She shrieks at your ****, but turning around, relaxes when she sees it’s just another man wanting to have his way with her. Her sweaty body is slick, rubbing back and forth against yours. The wet spandex on her ass is even slipperier, rubbing to and fro against your cock.

You groan. You push the teen against a bench. She’s a petite brunette, with a great ass but pretty small tits.

Wynonna watches as you fondle the brunette’s pussy through her sweaty spandex.

“Right, take everything you have off,” you say.

You watch as the volleyball player strips naked. “You can go back to your volleyball,” you say.

The brunette is surprised, but doesn’t question. You turn back to Wynonna, who’s now next to you. She’s sitting on the bench sweating in her two layered pinafore, legs already spread for you, her perky C-cups begging to be fondled.

“You knew that girl?” you ask Wynonna.

“Yeah, she’s Belle, a classmate.”

“Ever thought her cute?” you ask.

“Some guys made us fuck once,” Wynnona says. “Kinda wished they would have ordered us to do it again.”

You place Belle’s spandex tights on the black haired girl’s nose. You can hear her audibly breathing, nose flaring and straining against the fabric.

“Oh god,” she says.

“Want a taste?”

“Yes please.”

The black panties get stuffed into her mouth.

“Keep them there,” you say.

You sit on the bench opposite her.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Wynnona hikes her skirt up, giving you an excellent view of her glistening slit.

The brunette’s bra remains in your hand. You reach down, wrapping the sweaty spandex around your cock. You jerk yourself off, watching Wynnona reach down to her own pussy and start to touch herself.

She lets out a small groan and starts to frig herself harder. You respond with faster strokes of your cock. The nineteen year old girl humps her hand as she fingers herself, sending her breasts bouncing in her pinafore. The pinafore is completely wet, soaked with Wynnona’s sweat. But then Wynnona has never looked so sexy, wet and glistening all over, face flushed, hair stickied against her face.