Volleyball Girls
Copyright© 2026 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 11: Becky, Milly, and Me
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 11: Becky, Milly, 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
“I’ll leave it to you guys to figure out where and when,” was the last thing Olivia had told me, but figuring out those details proved challenging. For one thing, part of Becky’s punishment was that I was forbidden to give her rides home from school. Then, when that was over, I thought I could start being her chauffeur again, which might lead to ... anything. That’s when I found out that Becky didn’t want anything to do with me. At first, I thought it was because she was angry about the way I spanked her, but I had the feeling that something else was going on. Did she blame me for all that happened that night? It was hard to tell since we weren’t talking.
After a couple of weeks of silence, one evening she called. It was a short conversation. She apologized for ignoring me and asked if we could meet somewhere to talk. I told her I would give her a ride home the next day, and we could talk then.
It was the quietest trip we had ever taken together. We both wanted, and needed, to talk, but we didn’t seem to know how to get started. When I pulled into her driveway, I followed her inside, neither of us saying a word. She got a couple of sodas out of the fridge and grabbed a bag of chips. “Come on,” she said, “let’s talk in my room. I have bad memories of being in the living room with you.”
I agreed, and I followed her. We didn’t sit on her beanbags, choosing instead to get comfortable on her bed, with our backs against her headboard. We set the chips on the bed between us and finally started talking.
“I’m sorry I spanked you so hard,” I started.
“I know, and I wasn’t mad at you,” Becky said, which was already a relief. “I know Mama forced you into doing it, and it could have been worse. She might have made you use a belt. No, the reason I’ve been avoiding you was that I was embarrassed about getting caught, then having to lie there with my ass hanging out while you beat me with a spatula ... a spatula! The whole thing is a nightmare.”
“I’m sure it’ll make a good story to share with your grandkids.”
“Sometimes you can be really weird,” Becky scowled at me. Sometimes I needed a filter on my stupid jokes. “So, what did Mama talk to you about after she sent me to my room?”
“Not much,” I told her, carefully crafting the lies I was about to tell her. “She just wanted to know if we really hadn’t had sex, and told me not to talk to you or give you rides home until your punishment was over.” That wasn’t what Olivia and I had talked about, but I wasn’t about to tell Becky the truth. I thought that story sounded good, so I decided to stop while I was ahead.
“That’s all? I saw her hand holding your dick before I ran off.”
“She told me she would cut it off if she ever caught us making out again.”
“Can you ever be serious?” Becky complained.
“Is it safe for us to be here now?” I asked. “What if your mom comes home early again? I kinda like my dick.”
“I do too, so don’t worry. Even when she gets off early, it’s never this early.” Becky moved the chips on her bedside table and crawled on top of me. Her body was covering me like a blanket, and I liked the feeling. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” she purred. Uh-oh, I thought, here comes the virginity thing again.
What?”
“Why did you get a hard-on when you were spanking me?”
“I don’t know,” I told her. “Your mama asked me that too.” Oh-oh, be careful, Alex. Don’t reveal too much about what happened with Olivia that night.
“If you spanked me now, would it happen again?”
“Don’t even think about that. Hurting you was the worst thing I’ve ever had to do.”
Becky was hovering over me, her face inches from mine. She smiled and said, “Good answer. I was hoping you weren’t turning into some kind of freak. I’m still curious, though. What if you spanked me with your bare hand, not too hard, do you think you’d get excited?”
“I think I’d always get excited when I touched your butt, but ... why are you so hung up on that?”
She gave me an ‘Evil Becky’ smile and said, “When you first started paddling me, I felt something like a tingle or something, you know ... down there. Can we try it again, without the pain part?”
“Seriously? You want me to spank you again?”
“Yeah,” she said, “but not too hard, and you have to stop when I say so.”
“Okay,” I told her, “get up, take your jeans off, and lie down across my lap.”
“You need to take your pants off too.”
“Why?”
“So I’ll know if you get a hard-on again.”
“I think you’ll know. You’re going to be lying across my lap.”
“Maybe we should both take off all our clothes,” Becky suggested.
“Well, I can guarantee that if we do that, I’ll damn sure get an erection. Just seeing you naked will cause that. Now, get over here, young lady, and take your punishment.”
It took her only a few seconds to get out of her clothes and settle down over my lap. I stared at her wonderfully round, soft bottom, and, as I predicted, my manhood already began swelling. Even worse, I could tell that I was actually looking forward to spanking her. I put one hand on the middle of her back to hold her in place, even though I didn’t think she’d put up much of a struggle. After all, this was her idea.
I didn’t hesitate. Without warming up, I gave her four quick, hard swats, two on each bun. I think she was surprised by how hard they were. She wiggled a little, but didn’t say anything. I followed my initial attack with six more even harder strokes, then stopped. I could already tell that paddling her with my bare hand was more enjoyable than using that stupid spatula.
“You’re really hard now,” Becky said. “That didn’t take long. Let me see it.” She rolled off my body and stretched out next to me. Her hand immediately tried to unzip my jeans and drag my dick out of its hiding place. Hoping to avoid any serious injury, I stopped her and pushed my jeans and briefs down myself.
“Ahh,” she sighed, “there it is, my favorite part of your body.” She wrapped her hand around my erection and started playing with it.
“Stop,” I told her. “We need to check the other results of our experiment. Did you feel a tingle?”
“I don’t know if tingle is the right word,” she said, “but I felt something.”
“Let me check,” I said, as I ran my hand down her body and into her valley. I pushed one finger into her secret opening and found that she already had the familiar dampness that I was getting used to. “Yeah, you liked it,” I told her. That’s when I got inspired.
“You know what,” I explained, “we’re lying here, naked and properly stimulated, so instead of us playing with each other, why don’t we go ahead and take care of that pesky cherry you’re always complaining about?”
That caught her off guard, and for a few seconds she didn’t say anything, then she asked, “Here? Now?”
“You told me you wanted to lose your virginity in a nice hotel room, or on your own bed, and since we missed our chance for the hotel thing at the tournament, I guess this will have to do.”
“What made you change your mind? You don’t think I’m too young now?”
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot, especially while you weren’t talking to me. I was afraid it would never happen, at least not with me, and the idea of some other guy tearing your tender barrier made me feel a little jealous. And Olivia is okay with it.”
“When did she tell you that?” Becky asked.
Careful, Alex, I told myself. “The night she caught us,” I told her, “as I was leaving. Trust me, I was as surprised as you are.” My finger was still working its way around the entrance to her vagina, trying to distract her from any more sensitive questions, and checking to see how ready her body was.
“I’m not all that surprised,” she told me. “A few days after that night, she took me to our family doctor and got me started on birth control pills. She told me it was obvious that I was becoming more and more sexually active, and the last thing she wanted was to have to put up with a pregnant daughter.”
So, the where and when that Olivia had left up to Becky and me to determine was here and now. I didn’t waste any more time talking. I stretched out on top of my girl, being careful to keep most of my weight off her. She got the idea and spread her legs. “If I tell you to stop, don’t,” was the only thing she said as I rubbed the head of my hymen destroyer in her wet slit. I took aim and pushed forward. At first, nothing seemed to be happening, except for the quiet groan I heard from her. Be a man, I told myself, just do it.
I pushed harder, and this time I felt myself gaining entrance. I stopped for a second, waiting for Becky’s reaction. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her face was scrunched up, but she put her arms around my hips and silently encouraged me to keep going. Slowly, I went deeper, one careful inch at a time, until I was all the way in. I looked down at my princess and asked, “You okay?”
“Is that it?” was her reply.
“If you’re asking if it’s in, you know that’s one of the worst things a man can hear, don’t you? But, yeah, Rebecca Young, you are no longer a virgin.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” she told me, “but I’m glad I only have to go through it once. Now we can have fun, right?
“Oh yeah,” I told her. I pulled my cock about halfway out and took a moment to check for blood. I had a few drops on my shaft, but I couldn’t see anything on her blanket, so I pushed my way slowly back in and waited again for her reaction.
She looked up at me and smiled, an encouraging sign. “Still hurts a little,” she told me, “but not bad, and I really want you to fuck me now, like we saw in those videos.”
I braced myself and started moving faster and deeper. Maybe it was because it was Becky I was making love to, or the tightness of her newly opened canal, but it wasn’t long before I felt my climax building. I tried to slow down and wait for her to cum with me, but that’s like stopping a rocket launch after the countdown hits zero. I felt bad about leaving her behind, but she didn’t seem to mind too much.
As my dick began to soften, I let it slide out and rolled over next to her. A quick glance showed there was enough blood now to satisfy anyone curious enough to wonder whether she had been properly deflowered. I don’t know why that weird thought came to me as I lay there.
As for Becky, she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself, then came back and lay down next to me. I tried to use my fingers to ‘diddle’ her to a proper orgasm, but she stopped me. “Still sore,” was her explanation.
“Sorry,” I told her, “I really wanted your first time to end in a delicious climax.”
She moved closer, gave me a big kiss, and said, “I wasn’t expecting that. I’m just glad that you finally made me a woman. I’m very happy. Is your cock okay? I mean, I must be tight.”
I returned the kiss and told her, “No permanent damage, and besides, most guys will tell you that tight is better.”
And that, dear readers, is how I was able at last to please Becky. Her sixteenth birthday was a couple of weeks later, and somehow that one-digit change in her age made it easier for me to think of her as my girlfriend. We started dating more. If you’re wondering, having sex, or making love, because it seemed more like that now, became a common occurrence between us, but there was one particular time that still echoes in my memory.
It was getting toward the end of the school year. We had talked about our future together, and we both agreed that when I went off to college, it would probably be the end of our relationship. She wasn’t as upset about that as I expected. Actually, I think she might have been looking forward to dating other guys her age.
About a week before graduation. Becky called me one evening and asked, “What are you doing Friday night?”
“Uh, I thought we had plans? We’re not going to a movie?”
“Got a better idea,” she said, with a little giggle in her voice.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“Mama’s going to be out of town this weekend. The owners of the restaurant where she works are opening a new one in Tampa, and they want her to go help train the waitstaff. She’s leaving Friday morning and won’t be back until late Saturday night.”
“So, are you afraid to stay by yourself? Are you asking me to babysit you?”
She laughed. “I don’t think you’d make a good babysitter. You would probably want to spank me, even if I didn’t disobey.”
“And you wouldn’t like that?”
“Well ... anyway, I’m thinking about having a little party Friday night, and you’re invited. You can spend the night if you want.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Having a bunch of teenagers tearing your house apart doesn’t seem like a very good way to build trust with your mother.”
“I’m not talking about a big blowout. It might just be you and me and maybe a couple of friends, or ... just you and me.”
“How can I say no to that?” I told her.
Becky told me to come after dark, to avoid some of her nosy neighbors, so Friday night I pulled into her driveway at about eight. When I got there, I saw a car in the driveway I didn’t recognize, so I knew it wasn’t just her and me, but that was okay. It was her party. Before I could even knock, Becky opened the door, gave me a big kiss, and pulled me inside. I glanced in the living room and saw Milly sitting on the sofa, grinning at me. “Hey, coach,” she said.
“Hi, Milly. You can stop calling me coach. Those days are over.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think a lot of us will always remember you,” Milly told me.
“Come on,” Becky said, as she led me to the sofa. Milly patted the cushion beside her, and I sat down. Becky sat on the other side, making me the meat in a volleyball girls’ sandwich. “What’s this all about?” I asked.
“Milly found a few more of those dirty movies in her brother’s room, and we thought it would be fun to watch them with you. I told her about how much we enjoyed the other ones.”
“Up to a point,” I muttered.
There were three DVD cases on the coffee table in front of us. “Pick one,” she said.
I didn’t recognize any of the titles, so I chose one based on the cover. The two girls pictured there resembled Becky and Milly, if you crossed your eyes. It had the unoriginal title “Datenight”. I handed it to Becky, who put in the player and pressed ‘Play’.
‘Debbie Does Dallas’ might not have been classic cinema, but at least there was a bit of plot to it, and some of the actors seemed to be enjoying their roles, but ‘Datenight’ was different. There weren’t any credits at the beginning, not that we would have paid attention to them anyway. The first scene was two girls giggling and talking about having sex later that night with their boyfriends. When their boyfriends showed up, I’m pretty sure that was where the script, if there even was one, ended. The rest of the video seemed to be the “actors” just following the instructions of an off-screen director.
‘Datenight’, as bad as it was, still caused my body to respond. I was semi-hard before we even got past the second scene. Milly noticed and started rubbing her hand across the front of my shorts. I think she was trying to be sneaky, but Becky soon saw what she was doing. She laughed and said, “Alex has enough to share.”
Without saying anything, the girls began working together to lower my pants down to my knees. I helped a little by raising my hips. With my manhood now fully displayed, I settled back down to watch more of the movie, while Becky and Milly took turns playing with my cock like puppies battling over a plastic bone. They weren’t going all out, like a proper hand job, just gently exploring the tight flesh around my flagpole. Becky even began tickling my balls, something she hadn’t attempted before.