Volleyball Girls
Copyright© 2026 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 10: Becky, Mama, and Me
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 10: Becky, Mama, and Me - I wasn't athletic enough to play on any teams in high school, but I wanted to participate by being a volunteer equipment manager, maybe for the football or basketball team. When I asked our athletic director, he told me the team that really needed help was the girls' volleyball team. When I seemed reluctant, he said two words that convinced me, "Volleyball shorts."
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction School Sports Group Sex Harem Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Leg Fetish Teacher/Student
It didn’t take long for everyone on the team to move on and put disappointment behind them. The resilience of youth took over, and soon the seniors were talking about prom and graduation. With the exception of Becky, I was no longer an important part of their lives. I wasn’t a pariah, but when I saw any of the players around school, they would merely nod and smile, rapidly forgetting how close we had grown during those adventurous few months. As intense as my time with Carla and Monica, and even Jennie, had been, now it was like we were kids who had some of the same classes, but didn’t hang out away from school. Carol had definitely moved on. I ran into Faith one day as I was leaving school, and she told me that Carol and Mitch were dating.
As for me, my time with the Tigers had been an amazing few months. I even emailed a note to Mr. Simmons thanking him for connecting me with Carol and the team. I don’t think he had any idea what I was really thanking him for.
I was starting to finalize my college plans. I’d been accepted to three schools, two that were close to home and one that was a couple of hundred miles away. I leaned toward that one, just because I felt like I needed to get a fresh start, and to be honest, to help me break away from Becky. Her age was still an issue, at least for me, and I didn’t have the balls to just break up with her.
Some of my friends were dropping hints, some not too subtle, reminding me that our relationship was creepy. My buddy Vic even started calling me Humbert Humbert, a reference that I didn’t understand until he explained it to me. Carla gave me some unsolicited advice too. The Monday after the tournament, she grabbed me as I was walking past her on my way to Contemporary History and whispered, “If you’re gonna pop that girl’s cherry, you better be ready to have a real clingy girlfriend.”
I knew that already. Even though we had only gone on one actual date, she still considered me to be her boyfriend, and I think everyone else did too. I was glad that her goal of losing her virginity with me had been put on the back burner during the volleyball season, but now that was over, and I knew if we kept dating, that would lead to more making out, and by now, you should know how little self-control I had.
The teenage-boy part of my psyche would have been more than happy to take care of popping her cherry, but the more mature side of me still thought it was a bad idea. Hell, she wasn’t even old enough to get a driver’s license! The fact that I hadn’t let Jennie’s age stop me from deflowering her had weakened my resolve not to give in to my baser instincts, but I wasn’t reluctant to take that big step.
Even though I was no longer tutoring Becky and the volleyball season was over, I was still giving her rides home after school. She had come to expect it, and I liked being around her. She often asked me to come inside and hang out after I dropped her off, something I was reluctant to do. The two of us, alone, seemed dangerous to me. It would have been very easy to stop fighting the angel on my left shoulder and give in to the pitchfork-wielding creature on my right.
“It’s just a flap of tissue,” my devilish side would say, “and she will be so grateful.”
“You know it’s wrong. There are reasons they have laws against having sex with girls her age,” was my halo-wearing guide’s response.
Finally, Becky got tired of my lame excuses and started calling me in the evening, like a real girlfriend. My parents became curious about who was calling me so often. When I told them it was one of the girls from the team, without any further details, my dad just smiled and accepted it without question.
My mother wasn’t more curious. “Oh,” she said, “so you finally found a girlfriend to take Daisy’s place. Good for you, Alex. When are we going to meet her?” My parents really liked Daisy. They may have been more upset by our breakup than I was. Okay, that’s an exaggeration; nobody was as heartbroken as I was. But the idea of me introducing them to my almost-sixteen-year-old girlfriend was scary.
Becky kept hinting that it was time for us to go on another date, so one Saturday afternoon, I took her to an amusement park on the other side of town. We played 36 holes of miniature golf, then went inside the arcade to play pinball for a while. We ended the day by stuffing ourselves with a burger, fries, and a milkshake for dinner. It was a fun date, and best of all, we didn’t see anybody from our school. Yeah, I still felt embarrassed about how young she was. I think I mentioned that I could be a bit of an asshole when I was eighteen, didn’t I?
When I took her home, Becky invited me to stay and watch a movie with her. “Mama won’t be home for a few hours, and I don’t want to be alone. I have some new DVDs we can watch. I think you’ll like ‘em,” she said, with one of her “I’m being naughty” grins.
I was curious about the DVDs and thought it would be a good way to end the day, so I followed her in. She went to her room to change while I searched the DVD collection under the TV for the new DVDs she had mentioned.
When Becky came back, she was wearing pajamas, something I had never seen her wear before. They were made from thin, pink, summery material with cartoon animals frolicking on them. It made her look like a young girl ready to go to bed on a summer evening. The only thing missing was a teddy bear tucked under her arm. When she saw how I was looking at her, she said, “What? I like to be comfortable.” I didn’t know if she really wanted to be comfortable or was sending me a not-so-subtle message.
She was holding some DVDs. She grinned and told me, “Milly found a bunch of these in her brother’s room after he joined the Navy. She let me borrow a few.” She handed them to me, and I quickly saw that they were just what I suspected - porn. Most people were starting to get their porn fix online in those days, but there were still a lot of naughty DVDs available. Three of them had silly titles that I didn’t recognize, but one was a classic, “Debbie Does Dallas,” which I had watched once before. Becky was standing in front of me, as if daring me to say something. “You’ve been watching these?” I asked, trying not to sound too much like an upset parent.
“I just went through a few scenes to see what they were like, but I’ve been waiting until we could watch them together.”
“See anything that surprised you?”
“Not really. I mean, I saw one scene where a woman was having sex with three guys at once. That was kinda gross, but interesting. I was thinking that the ‘Debbie’ one might be fun to watch. It’s about cheerleaders. Did I ever tell you I wanted to be a cheerleader when I was younger?”
I had visions of Becky in one of those short cheerleader skirts bouncing around, kicking her legs up, giving everyone a glimpse of her panties. Yeah, she would have been a great cheerleader, the kind that most of the dads would be paying more attention to than the game.
She put the DVD in the player, grabbed the remote, and we settled on the big sofa across from the TV. Becky curled up and leaned against me, and I put my arm around her shoulders. It would have been a very romantic moment - if we weren’t about to watch a porn movie and she wasn’t dressed like a twelve-year-old.
A few minutes into the movie, Becky said, “This is kinda cheesy. I don’t think cheerleaders really act like that.”
“It’s porn, Beck, not a documentary.”
Once the movie got past the first few scenes, which involved some of Debbie’s friends in various stages of nudity, talking in the locker room about ways to help their friend Debby get to Dallas, I felt Becky’s hand sliding into my shorts. “You’re gettin’ hard already,” she giggled. “You should have come into the locker room after one of our games.”
“I don’t think that would have been a good idea,” I told her, not bothering to tell her about my misadventure with Monica and Carla and Carol.
Another scene showed some naked football players surprising a couple of the cheerleaders in the showers, which led to a bit of an orgy. After a few minutes of that, Becky observed, “That doesn’t look comfortable. I bet that tile is cold and hard.”
“Yeah,” I told her, as her hand began stroking my erect penis, “but how about the sex? That’s pretty hot.”
“Oh yeah. Would you like to have sex with two girls at the same time?”
I wasn’t expecting that one. It was a difficult question to answer. I knew she had seen me as the guest of honor in the back of the bus on our way home from an away game, but I wasn’t ready to share my further adventures with Carla, Monica, and Jennie. I tried to avoid answering without lying too much by saying, “I guess it might be fun. How about you? Would you like to have sex with two guys?” Good plan, I told myself; divert her.
She thought about it for a moment or so, while the on-screen action got hotter and hotter, with lots of very close-up views of sex organs being used as God intended, then finally said, “I just want to have sex with one guy, you, Alex.”
Becky turned to me, and we started kissing. We were missing some of the movie, but I didn’t care. We were in the middle of some live-action scenes, which made it difficult to watch porn. I ran one hand under the top of her silly pajamas and started gently rubbing her girlish breasts. Things were getting hotter by the minute, then she said, “Damn, hold on. I’ve gotta tinkle.” That can be a real buzzkill.
She got up and trotted down the hall to the bathroom. When she came back, it was my turn to go, but being a mature young man, I didn’t tinkle; I peed like a racehorse.
When I got back to the living room, Becky was intently watching a scene where one of the girls was masturbating in a candle shop, using one of the store’s stock to pleasure herself. I managed to get back on the couch without breaking her concentration. When the camera moved in for a close-up, Becky said, “See, Alex, if I didn’t have that stupid hymen blocking my vag, I could be having fun like that.”
I didn’t see any point in telling her, again, why I didn’t think that was a good idea, so instead I just kept quiet, hoping that the action on the screen would keep her distracted. It worked, sort of, but a few moments later she surprised me with a new idea.
“At least you can diddle me, you know, like when you were tutoring me. My precious hymen should stay intact if you’re careful.”
That sounded good to me and seemed like a way to avoid the whole cherry-busting issue. She repositioned herself, lying on her back with her head in my lap, facing the TV. That gave me room to run a hand inside the bottom of her pajamas. I was surprised, although I shouldn’t have been, to find that she wasn’t wearing panties. When my fingers encountered her vagina, I didn’t know if the wetness there was from her not wiping well or her excitement. I convinced myself it was the latter, especially because she was already sighing contentedly.
On the TV, a man was kneeling on the floor in front of two naked cheerleaders sitting on a sofa. I hadn’t been paying close attention, so I didn’t know how they got there, not that it mattered. Like I had told Becky, it wasn’t a documentary. What followed was a whole (or hole) lot of cunnilingus, including plenty of close-ups. My fingers were still working their way over Becky’s tender parts, making her even wetter. I didn’t know if that was because of what I was doing, what was happening in the movie, or maybe both.
“Can you do that to me?” she whispered.
Sure, I wanted to tell her, I got some good lessons in pussy licking from some of your teammates, but I decided to keep that information to myself. Instead, I asked, “Do you want me to?”
She turned her head to look up at me and smiled. “If I can’t have your dick, at least let me have some of your tongue.”
“Okay,” I told her, “sit up. Let’s do it like the people in the movie.”
She was more than willing. Not only did she sit up, but she pushed her pajama bottoms down past her thighs. I pulled them the rest of the way off and got on my knees in front of her. “Take off your top too. I think you should be totally naked, like the girls in the vid.”
I took a moment to enjoy the view of her bare body from my position between her legs, then leaned forward and pushed her thighs apart. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her body nearer to the edge of the sofa, bringing her blossoming womanhood closer to my face. I dove in, my tongue leading the way as I attacked her sweet (or not so sweet to be honest) girlish crack. She only had a sparse crop of pubic hair, not enough to interfere with my efforts.
I tried to remember the things that Carla and Monica had enjoyed the most, then decided that it really didn’t matter. There are only a limited number of things that a man can do when his face is smooshed up against a pussy. I lapped at Becky’s vagina like a hungry cat, going on so long my tongue started to tire. It was working, though. Becky was moaning and growling. Her hands pushed my head closer to her body, even though I thought that was impossible.
I stopped for a minute, sat back, and looked up at my young lover’s face. She smiled at me, then put her hands on my head and pulled me back up far enough for me to kiss her. I didn’t know if she realized that her secretions were all over my face, but apparently it didn’t bother her. If anything, it only made her bolder. “Lick my clit,” she said, making it sound very much like an order.
Never one to disappoint a lady, I spread her labia open far enough for me to find the most sensitive part of her body. I ran one finger through her damp crevice, and used that slippery digit to tease her clit. She giggled, not exactly the response I had been seeking, but I was encouraged. I swapped my finger for my tongue and started licking her tender button. She lifted her legs and pounded her heels against my back, not hard, but persistent, timing her movements with the motions of my tongue against her clit, letting me know nonverbally where the most sensitive spots were.
Maybe it was because we were both caught up in the moment, or maybe the TV was turned too loud, but for whatever reason, we got caught. While my head was still buried between Becky’s thighs, I heard someone say, “What the hell is going on?” I knew immediately that it was Olivia, Becky’s Mama.
Becky scrambled up, her knee catching me on the side of the head as she tried to escape. She grabbed her pajamas and ran toward her room. I was left sitting on the floor, staring up at a woman whom I thought might be ready to kill me, but Olivia’s ire wasn’t directed at me, at least not yet.
“Rebecca, get back here,” she yelled. At least I was dressed, even though I had to tuck my cock back into my pants before I stood up. I thought about running for the door, but decided that was a cowardly thing to do.
Becky came back, head down, walking slowly, wearing those ridiculous pajamas. “Sit,” Olivia told her, in a voice both soft and threatening. “You too, Alex.”
We took our places on the couch. Olivia grabbed the remote and stopped the movie, which was still going. She ejected it and held the cassette like a smoking gun. “Where did this come from?” she asked. “Alex, is it yours?”
Before I could answer, Becky jumped in. “I got it from a friend.”
“So, whose idea was it for you two to watch it together?”
“Me, Mama,” Becky said.
“But you didn’t object, did you, Alex?”
“No, ma’am,” I said.
“Of course, that’s really not the big problem, is it?” Olivia said, “How long have you two been having sex?”
“We haven’t had sex,” Becky said.
“Sweetie,” Olivia said, “when a man has his face buried in your crotch, that’s having sex, but just to clarify, have you had intercourse?”
“No, Mama,” Becky said. “I want to, but Alex thinks I’m too young.”
Finally, Olivia turned to me. “Well, I guess I should thank you for that, young man, even though I’ll never get over seeing your mouth stuck to my daughter’s vagina. Let me guess, my daughter saw something in the movie that inspired her to experiment, and you, being a gentleman, agreed to show her what cunnilingus is all about. Am I right?”
“Mama, do we really have to talk about this now? Can Alex leave?” Becky asked. “It’s not like he did anything wrong. This was all my fault.”
She started pacing in front of us, reminding me of how Carol would pace when she had something on her mind. Finally, she stopped and said, “No, Alex should stay. I think he can help me punish you.”
Becky looked up, confused. I got the feeling that she had never been punished very much, other than being grounded or something simple like that. Her mother didn’t seem to be the punishing kind of parent, and I sure as hell had no idea how I was supposed to help her.
Olivia glared at her daughter and said, “Did I ever tell you about the time my father caught me doing naughty things behind the barn with Jeremy Wright? We were both twelve, and I shouldn’t have been doing what I was doing with him.”
Becky shook her head. “No, Mama,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“He made me go to the woods behind our house and find a suitable branch. ‘It has to be thin and flexible, he told me. I knew what was coming, so I tried to find one that wasn’t too long.
“When I came back, he took me into the barn and told me to bend over one of the hay bales, then he flipped my dress up and gave me a good whipping. He’d only done that to me once before, when I was about eight or so. It did the job. I didn’t mess around with boys again until I was almost out of high school.
“I don’t think we have any trees around here that have the right kind of branches, so I’ll have to come up with something else, because you’re gettin’ a whipping, young lady. And Alex, you’re going to administer it. I think that’s proper, don’t you? I know my daughter is trying to take the blame, even though you are as responsible as she is, but I can’t whip you, so maybe if I make you spank your girlfriend, at least that way you both will feel pain, just in different ways.”
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