Megan: the Volleyball Captain
Copyright© 2026 by Marc Morven
Chapter 1: Welcome to the Team
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Welcome to the Team - She wasn’t a lesbian—until Megan chose her.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Group Sex White Female Oral Sex AI Generated
Today has been the strangest day of my life. I’ve spent several hours trying to understand what happened, and I still can’t quite process it. At the same time, it was the best day of my life, at least sexually, and also the strangest.
Today Megan, the captain of the volleyball team—who I don’t know at all—dragged me into the shower after practice, ordered me to get on my knees as if it were the most normal thing in the world, ordered me to lick her pussy. She spent about an hour pressing my head against her pussy while I licked her with all my might. And the craziest part is that, while I was licking and licking Megan’s pussy—the captain—I heard other girls having sex in the showers as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and Megan started talking to the girl next to her, who was getting her ass eaten.
It was completely crazy, and I still don’t really understand what happened, so I’m going to explain everything properly from the beginning.
I guess I should start by properly introducing myself. My name is Lara. I’m 25 years old and French, tall and athletic, with the kind of lean, toned build that comes from years of playing volleyball. I have long dark hair that I usually keep tied back in a ponytail, dark eyes, and fairly sharp features softened by an easy smile. I’m not particularly delicate-looking—I’ve always looked more like an athlete than anything else—but I’m comfortable with that. Strong legs, defined shoulders, a flat stomach, and the kind of posture you get from spending half your life training.
And I’m not going to lie: this morning I wasn’t a lesbian, but now I absolutely am.
The thing is, I arrived here three months ago, and by now I’ve settled in pretty well. I already have my own group of friends, I know my way around, and everything has been going smoothly. I joined the volleyball team about two months ago, so by this point I’d started to feel like I understood how things worked.
The university volleyball team is basically divided into two large groups. On one side are the six starting players. They’re the most professional and the best, and they’re the ones who always play. Then there are around twelve other girls like me who train with them but aren’t part of the main group. We’re basically substitutes in case someone gets injured, one of the six can’t attend a tournament, or whatever. Basically, we’re just there.
It’s all very elitist, and from my very first day, the other girls who, like me, aren’t part of the main six told me to forget about actually playing, at least in tournaments. My role would basically be to go to the tournaments, clap and cheer for the good players, and not do much else.
I’m not going to lie, I really don’t care. Yes, I’m a very good volleyball player—in fact, I’ve won championships in my country—but no, I’m not better than the girls in the main group. So my plan was, and still is, simply to attend training because I literally have to because of my scholarship, and not much more.
And that’s how it’s been for the past couple of months: going to training and staying completely unnoticed. On one side, the coach and the main group train like there’s no tomorrow, while the rest of us happily do our own thing.
And everything could have stayed that way, nice and peaceful, until today, when Megan casually approached me just after I got out of the shower and asked:
“You’re new, right? I haven’t seen you around before.”
She asked seriously, almost intimidatingly.
“Yes, nice to meet you. I’m Lara.”
I said it with a big smile, excited that the captain of the volleyball team had come over to say hello.
In response, Megan looked me up and down as if I were an object and said:
“You’ll do. Come on, let’s go to the shower.”
She said it seriously, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I had no idea how to respond. I’d already showered—in fact, I had a towel wrapped around me and was about to get dressed—but I didn’t know how to react, and since she was waiting for me, I followed her, confused.
I should also mention that at that moment we were alone. Well, not completely alone, but the locker rooms are huge, and the other girls were farther away.
The thing is, I followed her without understanding what was happening. She also had a towel wrapped around her body, but she clearly hadn’t showered yet because her hair was dry.
Honestly, I didn’t understand anything. The first thing I thought was that maybe something in one of the showers wasn’t working and she needed me to help her fix it or something. I don’t know. But she spoke with so much authority that I didn’t know how to react. I just followed her.
We went into one of the showers, which are pretty big, and as if it were the most normal thing in the world, Megan took off her towel. I was stunned. There we were, together in a shower, Megan completely naked and me still wrapped in my towel. Megan wasn’t looking at me; she seemed lost in her own thoughts.
Completely ignoring me, she turned on the shower, which made me take off my towel too so it wouldn’t get wet, and I hung it over the door. After showering for a moment, Megan looked at me, completely relaxed and calm, as if this were the most normal thing in the world, and said while wetting her hair:
“Come on, get down on your knees.”
It was an order.
At that moment, my mind started to realize what might be happening, although I was still in shock.
This is where I think it’s important to describe Megan, because if Megan hadn’t been the way she is, I would simply have laughed and walked away.
Megan, as I’ve already said several times, is the captain of the volleyball team, but that description doesn’t really do her justice. Megan is the kind of woman who makes you look twice without even trying. She’s tall, about the same height as me, with long blonde hair that she usually wears pulled back into a ponytail and intensely blue eyes that seem even brighter against her athletic features.
Her face is striking rather than delicate. She has high, prominent cheekbones, a narrow, perfectly shaped nose, sharp blue eyes, and a strong, beautifully defined jawline. Everything about her face seems precise, almost sculpted. She has the kind of beauty that would be difficult to forget even after seeing her only once. If someone asked me to imagine what a goddess of beauty would look like, Megan would honestly be pretty close.
And then there’s her body. Years of volleyball have given her an incredibly lean, powerful physique: defined shoulders, visible abs, a narrow waist, long athletic legs, and muscles that show without making her look bulky. She has very little body fat, and almost every part of her looks toned and sculpted. She’s nearly flat-chested, but somehow it suits her perfectly, emphasizing the sleek, athletic shape of her body. And her ass is the complete opposite—firm, round, and ridiculously well-defined.