Our college volleyball team has an annual tradition that has taken place for the past 9 years. It doesn't officially qualify as hazing, because it is purely optional. The freshman players can opt out with no repercussions at all. The rest of the team fully understands, and the freshman's status on the team and relationships with the other players is not affected in any way.
If our coach or athletic department ever caught wind of what happens at this event, though, participants would definitely be kicked off of the team, and maybe even out of school. It is amazing that those who have participated in years past have kept the event completely secret.
You see, it involves the (18 year-old-and-above) freshmen players and the fathers of the seniors on the team. It also involves a little skin, some kissing, dancing, and quite a bit of touching. This year's event was organized by Alicia and me (the two senior captains).
This year, we have three (out of five) freshmen willing to participate. Four seniors coaxed their dads into participating. Our fifth senior's dad passed away a few years ago, and, in a twist, her mom agreed to step in and join the fun.
We needed a one-to-one ratio for this event to work, so Alicia and I, as captains, volunteered to participate for a second time. I know, way to take one for the team...
The fathers of the seniors are tasked with planning a "guys' night out" towards the end of the season. What their wives don't know is that this night out includes a stop at a room that the captains have reserved at a local hotel. This year, the 4 dads and 1 mom booked a van to chauffeur them around for the night. They chose to eat an early dinner together. Each of them had a couple of drinks, a little nervous about what to expect at the hotel. This took the edge off a little, and they arrived at the room at 8:00 pm in very good spirits.
We were waiting for them in the room. As is customary, each of the players was only wearing a sports bra and her short spandex practice shorts. We all feel very normal and comfortable dressed in this attire, and frankly, our parents have seen us in our sports bras and spandex many times over the years. We all felt a little sexier tonight, though.
In the center of the room, we had placed 5 chairs that we had moved up from a meeting room downstairs. On each chair was a blindfold. We made our introductions, and then had each parent sit on a chair and put on a blindfold. We then explained how things would progress.
We had three different "stages" planned for them. Each stage would consist of 2 minutes with a specific player and parent paired up at a time. Then, players would rotate to the next person in line, and start a new pairing for 2 minutes. After 10 minutes, we would move on to the next stage, for a total of 30 minutes of contact. Each parent would be with each of the five players 3 different times.
This was all intended in good fun, to play around a little bit. We made it clear that the players had all of the decision-making power during each 2-minute period. If they chose not to do something, or said "no" at any point, that was to be completely respected. Parents were to keep their hands by their sides unless a player moved them to a different place. We also made it clear that no sexual intercourse would happen at any point during the evening.
My dad quickly joked, "I'm out!" That broke some of the tension in the room and the nervous laughter lightened the mood.
The blindfolds were to keep things somewhat anonymous. Dads may figure out body types and features, but may not exactly know who was with them at any time. Alicia and I were both very nervous about being with our own dads 3 different times, but this anonymity made us feel a little better.
Once the ground rules were laid out and agreed upon, we each lined up behind the chair of a parent. The parents were facing away from us. Alicia and I positioned ourselves so that she would eventually be with my father at the same time I was with hers.
This put me at the far end of the line, directly behind Joseph, a shorter, balding man. I am an outside hitter on our team, so I am pretty tall with long legs, and we were quite a mismatch. That might be very interesting in one of the later stages, I thought.
On the "ding", we all moved in to gently rub the scalps of the parents in the seats. We had discussed earlier that this would be followed by a shoulder rub, and then lead to rubbing our breasts along their heads and necks. Our breasts were all tucked securely in our bras. That progression could easily take up to 2 minutes. Or, players could improvise a little for the last part of the round.
The first round was pretty tame. We all behaved ourselves and followed the script. On the next "ding", we each moved behind the next chair. Once in position, the timer started again.
This time, I was behind Lucas, a 6'2" completely bald black man. I caressed his lovely clean-shaven head. I dug my fingers into his strong shoulders, and he moaned a little. I then kissed the top of his head while my breasts lightly touched his neck and shoulders.
Then, I stood back up and ran my fingers around his ears and along the side of his face as I pressed my crotch into the back of his head. I could feel the pressure of him leaning back into my crotch. I whispered in his ear at the "ding", "I'll be back for more, Lucas." That elicited a big smile of approval.
For the third round, I was with Jenny. She had also been a college volleyball player in her day, and she has kept her body in great shape. It felt weird to be touching her at first, but I quickly loosened up and gave her a very good shoulder and upper back massage.
I quickly glanced down the line at my father, who was with the libero on our team. Her name was Paige, and her job on the team was to dig and set, so she was our shortest player. She also had the largest breasts on the team, by far.
Looking straight back at me, Paige pulled my dad's head back a little and turned it slightly. She leaned in to kiss him. Almost instantly, he let her tongue in his mouth. As their kiss progressed, she ran her hands down his chest and abs, and gave his crotch a squeeze. I could not believe she had ramped things up so early with my dad. She was definitely going to get it during our next conditioning drills.
She finished her time with him by lowering one side of her sports bra, exposing a nipple. She then fed the nipple into his mouth, and he eagerly licked and sucked on it. On the "ding", she tucked her breast back into her bra.
For the next round, Alicia was with my dad, and I was with hers. Our families have grown pretty close over the past four years of college, so we were very comfortable with each other's father. If I must admit, I have always found Alicia's dad Charles to be very attractive. I've flirted a little with him in the past, so I was looking forward to my chances to be with him tonight. I know Alicia felt the same way about my dad. I wasted no time, instantly kissing and rubbing Charles' head. I then started kissing and rubbing his ears and neck. His soft moans let me know how he felt.
Alicia was matching my movements with my father. She kissed him in the same ways that I kissed Charles. It turned me on that we were sharing this gentle moment together with our fathers. I grabbed Charles' arms and brought his hands up by his ears. I moved forward so my breasts filled his hands. He started to gently squeeze and rub my breasts through my bra. Alicia followed suit with my dad. This was getting fun!
On the "ding", I instantly got nervous again. Now it was my first turn with my dad. I could barely touch him, I was so nervous. I managed to run my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp. He whispered, "That feels good!" As I massaged his shoulders, all that contacted him was my hands.
About a minute in, I felt his hands on the outside of my legs. A shiver ran through my body. His hands trailed up the back of my legs and caressed my thighs just below my ass. I froze, and my fingers stopped working on his shoulders. I could feel myself getting a little wet in response to his hands. This was weird, but damn, it felt good.
He leaned forward a little in his chair, and one hand came around my leg to the front. He reached for my crotch, and I moved in slightly so he could touch it. My knees became weak as his fingers ran along my entire pussy. His other hand rubbed my ass at the same time. At the "ding", I put his hands back in his lap and kissed the top of his head.
I have no idea if my dad knew it was me that he was touching, but I did not care. It felt good. It was a little weird to see him so handsy this early in the process. That damn libero had started his engine.
Before stage 2, we allowed the parents a chance to take their blindfolds off and for everyone to use the bathroom as needed. The girls were all still wearing their bras and spandex, so it was comfortable to sit and chat and have some water before continuing.
For stage 2, we started with our original partners. The parents put their blindfolds back on, sat down in their chairs, and were instructed to put their hands down at their sides. For this round, we had planned to sit straddling each dad for the two minutes. We all took our bras off before sitting down but kept our spandex shorts on.
On the "ding", I lowered my crotch onto Joseph. I took his head in my hands and leaned in to give him a kiss. His cheeks and chin had day-old stubble on them, so they felt a little rough in my hands. Joseph's tongue pressed into my mouth, and his hands closed around my back. His kiss got more aggressive, as he pressed me closer to him. My breasts touched his chest, and my nipples woke up. I have somewhat small breasts, but very large, pointy nipples. As my nipples poked into his chest, I felt a stirring beneath my crotch.