It was early on Saturday morning practice wasn't due to start for another hour. The school was empty and almost completely quiet. The hallways no longer full of rowdy college students. If you were in the gym and listened close enough you'd hear the TV, and a chair squeaking.
Coach was sitting in his office watching the video of Friday's game. His chair squeaked under his weight every time he shifted positions. God, it was hard, watching the movement of all their athletic bodies. He was their coach, older, mature and had to do everything exactly right. This morning's session was more difficult then it had been before. The shifting becoming more agitated, the squeaking more pronounced. Finally, getting uncomfortable, the coach moved to the couch in his office, and relaxed his body into a sitting/slouching position.
The video showed his volleyball team, jumping up at the net, spiking the ball, setting the plays. The girls each had their own unique charm. The captain of the team, who was referred to as Miss, was a senior and about to graduate with a bachelor's degree. She was the strongest player. Her arms and legs were long and solid, the muscles having been toned from volleyball and workouts for the past four years. Then there was the three juniors, Angelica, who everyone called Angel; Isabella who everyone called Bell and last but not least Virginia. All three juniors majored in fashion design. Then the two sophomores, who rounded out the starting line up, are Grace and Faith. They had just changed majors. Then there were two freshman, Charity who was the little sweet naΓ―ve girl, and Sara who acted out the meaning of her name quite well.... Princess. They hadn't picked majors, yet.
The two freshmen didn't get a lot of playing time. The team as a whole was working on their technique and capabilities. They were definitely a work in progress. Charity so sweet and innocent struggled around all the dominating personalities of the other girls. Princess Sara struggled with the fact that the team didn't feel she deserved to be the princess.
There were other things about the girls the coach knew. Their parents probably wouldn't be too thrilled about the knowledge, but he knew that Miss had a 34C, and Angel struggled with a lot of moisture. Bell kept a seven inch dildo in her locker and used it in the shower when she thought no one was around. Virginia was the known slut of the team, sleeping with most any guy who would give her the time of day. Grace and Faith often had little "meetings" after practice also when they thought no one was around. Charity and Sara had just joined the team. Coach didn't know too much about them yet, but he was doing his best to find out.
Watching them on the video playing the game, he couldn't help but rub his hand along the jumping cock in his pants. Every time she served, Miss's tits would jiggle around, making him want to slide his cock between them. That on top of knowing Angel was always moist, wet, and ready for a cock to be slipped into her gave coach no end of "agitation".
What coach didn't know was that the girls had some hidden knowledge themselves. Miss specifically left her bras out knowing he would find it and look. Angel often came in her workout clothes or uniform giving her the added help of extra noticeable moisture. Bell used the dildo in the shower knowing that coach would hear and watch. Grace and Faith, well, they just couldn't get enough of the lesbian sixty-nine and didn't care if coach saw or not. Charity and Sara were completely oblivious to everything.
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Practice had finally started, after the coach had jacked off watching his girls win on the video. He was so proud of them. They were his little pets. Now, he watched them run laps around the gym in the required workout uniform -- sports bras and Speedo shorts. He couldn't believe he had gotten away with that one, but they had all agreed heartily that it would be better during practice not to have extra clothing. He watched their bodies work in rhythm as they ran, their legs long and sweaty, some matured into a full figure some a little less developed. It didn't matter, they were his, and they were beautiful.
Blowing his whistle, to get the girls attention, coach called an end to practice. He just couldn't take any more of those gorgeous bodies bouncing around in front of him. He was afraid he would give his secret pleasure of watching away. The girls grabbed their stuff and headed for the showers. Coach headed back to his office (next to the girl's locker room). He opened the door and never saw it coming. All seven girls, grabbed for him from different directions, grabbing arms and legs, putting a blind fold over his eyes. He knew it was them; he could smell them and feel their bodies, the bodies he watched and dreamt about. "Girls, please, what are you doing?"