Women's Volleyball Team Wins the State Championship

Our coach is fantastic, and the reason we won the championship. She did something that we don't talk about, because we all know better than to get her in trouble for it, but that's why we won, and it was great. Absolutely great! Being 6' 1" tall, I naturally tried out for the volleyball team in high school. Basketball didn't interest me. Too common or something, especially for a black girl who wants to study psychology. Anyway, I was on the team, and in short order, I discovered that it is MY sport. I love volleyball. And I've done well. With my help, our team was the best in the city. When it was time for college, I was lucky enough to be recruited. I won't say where, and in fact the names of everyone have been changed because this story is a bit weird (but great), and I certainly wouldn't want to get anyone in trouble. So, I got to college on a small scholarship. You have to understand there's no real money in women's volleyball. It's not like men's basketball. But it was enough to cover my tuition, books, and about half of my living expenses. I met the coach and the other members of the team, and found them all quite likable. The coach, Mrs. Jamison, who likes to be called "Sally," is a former player herself. She not only really understands the game, she is a people person. By that, I mean, she is likable, kind of humble, right away. On the very first day, I realized she wasn't going to be a drill sergeant, something I had been worried about. Instead, she points out the players' strengths, and fosters a family spirit among the team. At 48 years old, Sally is still fit as a fiddle, with long, dark hair, and slightly Asian, but mostly Caucasian features. Like most volleyball players, she is thin, and has moderately small breasts. All the girls on the team are exactly what you'd expect from volleyball players - highly competitive, but friendly. All fit, and most quite good looking. Better looking than me, although I guess I'm alright. Just about half of us are white, and the other half black. One girl is Korean. All are tall and thin, and most do have small boobs. So after our first practice, we stripped off and entered the showers. What a great place to be for a mostly-lesbian such as myself. Sally jumped into the showers too, even though she didn't seem to do anything to build up a sweat. As we were getting dressed, she announced to the team that she was going to give awards after each practice. Who ever made the most progress that day, in her opinion, would be given a relaxing massage as a treat after the practice. A couple of months went by, and she was true to her word. Everyday after practice, she'd give a massage to one of the girls. She somehow had it figured out so that seemingly randomly, everyone on the team was complimented for improving and got their massage every couple of weeks. Still, we regarded these massage treatments as great rewards. The massages were nice. Nothing special, although they felt very special because they were something we earned, and, well, because massages always feel nice. They were performed on a massage table she had set up right in the locker room. Sometimes, some of the other girls would stand around or sit on the benches and converse with the one being worked on, or with Sally. Clothing seemed to vary. Most of the girls were comfortable in their own skins, and weren't in a hurry to get dressed. I didn't notice it at first, but the temperature in the locker room was quite on the warm side, evidently to make it comfortable to be in various states of undress. One day, I was one of the ones sitting on a bench, while Miranda was getting her massage. Sally seemed to be working pretty high up Miranda's thighs. I only noticed because Miranda was kind of sighing, and so I looked to see why, and there was Sally massaging her upper thighs. I mean, really upper. In fact, Sally was kind of massaging Miranda's butt cheeks too. After a while, she had Miranda turn over, and lo and behold, as if it were entirely normal, Sally massaged her breasts. And not just a little bit. She was really handling those beautiful perky little breasts with both hands. Then she worked on Miranda's arms and hands, and then it was over. The next day, it was Christie's time on the table, and she got not only the same as Miranda, but Sally started lightly tickling Christie's nipples. Then, she rubbed a fingertip lightly over Christie's slit and clit. I couldn't believe my eyes, and neither could the other girls in the room. Most of us had already talked about what had happened with Miranda the day before, so we kind of knew something out of the ordinary was going on. Janice came right out and asked Sally about it. Sally said something like, "Do you girls like the idea of very intimate massages? I don't mind doing it, and it will make us better volleyball players. In fact, if anyone objects, let me know right now, and I'll stop. I don't want to freak anyone out. No one said anything. Then Melanie asked how far Sally was planning to go. Sally said she'll go exactly as far as each girl wants her to go. No one objected in the slightest, and everyone assented in various grunts and OKs and such. Thus began a long period of absolute bliss. Everyday, one of us got one of Sally's winning massages. Soon, she had us all bucking in orgasmic bliss. Like recently, it was my turn. She started with me as always, laying face down on the table. She massaged my back, then worked up my neck, eventually pressing her fingers and thumbs on my scalp, which felt great. She went down my back again, spent time massaging my butt, then worked down my thighs, calves, and then spent some time on my ankles, feet, and even my toes. Back up to my back, and then my arms, hands, and fingers. Then she returned to my butt, but kind of lightly pulled my butt cheeks apart. She then ran a finger lightly up and down my butt crack, actually touching my asshole. Then she went up and down my crack a few more times, pressing firmly, but not overly so. Due to the massage oil she was using, at one point her index finger slipped partially into my anus, which set of an instant, almost-orgasmic response, a kind of chill, that was wonderful. Next thing I knew, she had two fingers in my butt, and was pressing forward, against the back of my uterus. If you've never had that done, you need to get someone to do that to you. It's amazing. If done slowly, it is the most, well, I can't really describe it. All too soon, Sally had me roll over onto my back. Now I should mention, the first day when we hit the showers, I was kind of self-conscious about my body. I hoped the other girls would approve, not think I'm weird or something. Like, maybe my hair isn't straight like some of theirs, my nose too flat, my breasts not large enough, or maybe my skin was too black. After all, I'm the darkest girl in the group. My biggest concern that first day, however, was that I shaved my pussy. I was thinking the other girls might be hairy, and think me weird. I should have known. They all shaved - each and every one of them. I soon got over all my nudity concerns. During these recent massages, many girls always congregated in the locker room, and we conversed about everything. Everyone saw everything. I had been witnessed having intense orgasms many times, and was just fine with it. In fact, I'm sure I'd rather have the girls there, and seeing that, than having privacy. She massaged everything on the front of me, including my face, and that, too, is a delight if you've never had it done. Finally, she approached my vagina. First with a very light touch. Then she started pulling on my inner labia, and letting them slip out of her oily grasp - over and over again. I could have died and gone to heaven right there, but it got better. Soon, she was reaching way into my pussy with one long finger and was kind of swirling it around my cervix - a feeling that's one of the spectacular wonders of the world. She tells me I'm lucky, not all the girls' cervixes are low enough to reach with a finger. Then, she had two fingers in my vagina and was pressing upward against the G-spot, while the fingers of her other hand were gently rubbing my clit. Of course that did the trick, and I orgasmed so hard that two girls leaned against the table and held my wrists so I wouldn't accidentally throw myself off. I did pee myself a bit, but it wouldn't be the first time. With coaching like that, it's no wonder we won the state championship.