Volley, set and match
By Philogynia
Sun, sand, volleyball and muscular amazons


	We had come a long way, but in the latest weeks, I can't 
say we'd played very well. But things were back on track. We won 
our last tournament and we were still unbeaten in this one. The 
bad thing was that we had to go through the qualifying rounds 
this time. The teams we had faced so far were quite ordinary and 
today we were playing against a female team. That in itself was 
quite surprising. These girls must have been very talented but I 
had no doubt that we should sail through this one.
	In fact, I had heard about that team before. The word was 
out that they were quite surprising and very strong in the last 
sets. Stamina I supposed. I was also told they were quite 
interesting looking too, so if only for that last reason, I was 
looking forward to meet them.
	Nick, on the other hand, was not so pleased by the idea. He 
wanted to reach the finals as quickly as possible.
	- We're wasting time, dude, we're wasting time.
	- Just enjoy the game, Nick, this one will be easy and fun.
That got him upset and he burst into a fit of anger that wasn't 
called for:
	- Sometimes, I think I'm wasting my time with a loser like 
you. You're lucky to be such a setter. Otherwise...
	- Otherwise what? Go and find somebody else who'll put up 
with you.
That was the essence of our conversation when the two girls 
showed up.
	- Hi guys! Are you the "The Full Monties"?
	- Yep, that's us, I said, and you'd be...
	- "The All Amazons", I'm Roxanne and this is Melanie.
They were both all dressed up and looked very young. Roxanne was 
the shortest of the two: tall girl but shortish for a female 
volleyball player. She wore her hair very short - crew cut 
actually - and from what I could tell, she looked slim like most 
beach volley players are. Melanie had a lot more bulk. She was 
fairly tall; my height or just about but that was common place on 
the tour. She had jay black very straight hair and her French cut 
and perfect smile made her very attractive. 
	I was about to introduce myself when Nick cut me off by 
saying "Ok, let's get on with it.". Angrily I snapped at him: 
"What's wrong with you!" but he simply turned around and kicked 
off his shoes, picked up the ball and walked down to the serving 
area. I looked at the girls and I silently apologized with a 
shrug. Melanie winked at me to let me know that she understood.
	I went to the side of the court to put some sunscreen on. I 
stood just a few yards away from the girls when they got 
undressed. They stripped down rapidly to their playing outfit and 
I couldn't believe how fit these two girls look. They both put me 
to shame. Neither of them had a gram of fat on them. Roxanne was 
indeed very slim - almost wiry - but rock hard with no breast at 
all on her smooth chest. Her outfit consisted of a small white 
and sexy bikini top and cut jeans that molded her round and 
surprisingly womanly hips and ass. Her legs where incredibly long 
and her thighs sported long yet full muscles. My kind of woman.
	Melanie was even more impressive. She was big with 
impressive muscle standing out and breasts that had to be seen to 
be believed. I always had something for women bodybuilders and it 
was the first time I saw somebody approaching that kind of 
physique live. She would probably have fared well on a posing 
stage. I was really impressed by her arms: they looked strong and 
defined. I couldn't help but look at mine and to feel slightly 
ashamed. She was very tanned and her white, thin lycra one piece 
swimsuit was like a second skin on her. The net effect was quite 
striking and her visible large dark nipples added a dose of 
formidable sex appeal.

First set

	They walked to the court to take their positions and I was 
in a confused state. I found both these young women incredibly 
attractive and I didn't know which one to watch to satisfy my 
visual hunger. I was absorbed I didn't even hear the referee's 
whistle. What brought me to reality was the ball appearing in my 
field of vision and all the running around.
	Melanie did a perfect dig, Roxanne got under the ball for a 
disappointing set and Melanie did what she could to return it to 
our side where I pick it up immediately for Nick who spiked it 
down. 1 - 0. This first point was more or less the image of that 
first set. They were good but they just didn't cut it. But boy, 
did they try. They ran as if their life depended on it, chasing 
every ball, diving, sweating like pigs under the harsh early 
summer sun. They didn't give up on a single point and I must say 
that even though the final score was overly in our favor, we 
worked out a good sweat too.
	During the pause, as I was drinking some isotonic fluid, I 
couldn't help but to perve. Jesus, these two were so amazing. 
Pumped up by the physical effort and the sweat making their 
tanned skins glisten, they look like made out of dark polished 
marble. Roxanne especially. With her flat chest and slim lines, 
she was turning me on no end. Her ass was of pure beauty, round 
strong and her large hips made her waist look wasp-like. Melanie 
was no less impressive. On court her large firm breasts would 
swing majestically when she'd run or jump. Their motion was so 
impressive that I kept waiting for them to burst out of the tight 
fabric.
	She picked up a can of juice and drank avidly from it. Her 
biceps swelled in a compact and angular mass that I had rarely 
seen before on a woman. I couldn't keep my eyes from it and 
Roxanne noticed because she moved next to Melanie and said 
something in her ear. Melanie stopped drinking, threw the can in 
the sand and hit a biceps pose for her friend. My jaw dropped to 
the ground. I couldn't believe how muscular her arm was! Roxanne 
caressed the splendid female biceps and said with a raised voice 
"I love it when you flex for me, Mel." and has she said it, she 
looked directly at me while Melanie replied "And you've seen 
nothing yet.". The umpire's whistle broke my trance and I could 
have sworn that Roxanne smile at me just before turning around.
	- Stop perving you dick, Nick said to me abruptly. Are you 
sick or what: they are as ugly as sin. Come on, let's go on with 
the game and let's kick some butt.

Second set

	We played really well during the second set but they 
improved even more. Nick was still able to pierce through their 
block but I had trouble. I had to play it subtly. These girls 
could really jump and it seemed they could read us very well. And 
again this incredible stamina and energy. I can't count the 
number of points they saved in extremis. They really made us work 
for it. Their aggressiveness level was going up rapidly too. 
Every point on their part was celebrated with hard high fives, 
every block with loud shouts. 
	We won that set too, but this time 15 - 10. Nick looked a 
bit drained and I certainly was. I had to sit down for a while. 
This set had lasted for an eternity. On the other side of the 
net, the girls were all hyped up. They were talking incessantly, 
gesticulating a lot, rehearsing moves. After a brief moment of 
silence, Roxanne asked Melanie to stretch her shoulders. Standing 
behind her with her huge frame dwarfing her partner, Melanie 
grabbed Roxanne extended arms and pulled them slowly together at 
shoulder height. "Yes, that's it, hold it like that for a sec.". 
Again, I was amazed by what I saw. Roxanne lean and slim body 
didn't look that slim anymore. With her chest forward and opened 
like she was, her pecs were standing out, her small nipples 
clearly visible through the drenched bikini top. Her abs were 
incredibly sharply defined and a deep vertical groove was running 
down from her sternum through her bellybutton disappearing into 
her shorts. She was breathing deeply and her rib cage expanded 
periodically and it seemed to me that it was growing with each 
inhalation. I was also mesmerized by the fact that she now looked 
incredibly powerful. Broad shoulders, think arms and wicked 
thighs. These two sets really got her pumped up. 
	Melanie let go of her hands and taking a step forward, she 
ran her own hands from Roxanne's beautifully carved hips along 
her lats and ended with both hands on her magnificent shoulders. 
She kissed her on the back of the neck and as Roxanne reached 
back to caress Melanie's head, she said "Times up, babe. Let's do 
it!".

Third set

	This little petting session turned me on more than I 
wished. I had a stiff that was almost painful and when the 
whistle blew again, I had to pretend searching for a towel in my 
bag for a little while to hide my embarrassment. Finally the game 
started. Melanie was serving. She was standing a few meters 
behind the baseline waiting for the signal. Something was wrong 
but it took me a few seconds to see what it was. She was holding 
the ball with a one-hand grip. I was astonished that she could 
manage to hold it like that. I looked more carefully and indeed 
she had huge hands but what was remarkable was that her grip was 
so tight that her fingers were clearly sinking into the ball's 
leather as if it was a birthday balloon. I then looked at her 
forearm and I was shocked by its size and hardness. A strong 
sense of insecurity started to fill me when the signal was given. 
Melanie threw the ball high in the air, took at few strides and 
jumped to make contact with the ball at the apex of her 
trajectory. She smashed the ball with a violence that scared me. 
The topspin jump serve cleared the net by an inch and hit the 
ground between me and Nick like a rocket. This must have been 
the hardest serve I had ever seen. I looked at Nick who, in order 
to shake off his amazement, said "Lucky serve.". 	
	It turned out that this lucky serve was not that lucky. 
Melanie kept hitting these missiles and both Nick and I had a lot 
of trouble controlling them. I felt quite relieved when she 
finally put one in the net. But then the score was already 7 - 0 
and Nick was not pleased at all.
	It was my turn to serve, I walked to the back of the court, 
turned around and faced them. Where to serve? What to serve? 
Roxanne was probably the best bet. She couldn't cover as much 
ground as Melanie and I figured that if I'd aim directly at chest 
height, she'd have some trouble. Then something happened. As I 
was focussing on Roxanne's wide and smooth chest, I had this 
eerie impression that she knew it. What had happened to the slim 
wiry girl of the first set? This chest was really impressive by 
its width and hardness. As if she could read my mind, she then 
started to contract her pectoral muscle and I saw the smooth 
surface transforming slowly into two striated mass of pure muscle 
separated by a deep canyon and I could have sworn that her whole 
body got somehow bigger, stronger, harder. This was insane and I 
must have stared at her for a long time because Nick's voice took 
my out of my reverie: "Are you serving the fucking ball or 
what?". Taken by surprise, I hurried up and hit the ball directly 
in the net. "Fucking useless." was the congratulation I got.
	We lost the third game rapidly and with our tails between 
our legs. Only two outcomes were positive. One, this had been 
humbling and we'd take these two girls more seriously in the 
fourth game. Two, we had been so overpowered that we didn't even 
broke a sweat.
	From the sideline during the pause, while toying with the 
volleyball, I kept looking at Melanie. What is going on here? She 
had changed. They both definitely had changed. Much more muscular 
than at the beginning of the game. She was facing away from me 
and the width of her back was now massive. Jesus Christ, her legs 
were enormous and now seemed bigger than her waist. Her flaring 
calves, inflated by all the jumping and running around were of a 
volume I had never seen on anyone.  There was almost nothing left 
visible of her stretched swimsuit. All I could see was a small 
triangle of fabric disappearing between her cheeks. Her big round 
ass was now totally bare and the striations chiseling it made it 
inconceivably powerful.
	But as astonishing as her back could be, it was nothing 
compared with what the front had to offer.  She abruptly turned 
around and my immediate reaction was to drop the ball. I must 
have look like the perfect imbecile; for a few seconds I was 
paralyzed with my mouth half opened most probably dribbling. Her 
swimsuit was barely containing her breast and her fully erect 
nipples were as obvious as a stiff in a sauna. Their roundness 
and softness contrasted widely  with the awesome hardness of the 
rest of her.
	Nice serving!, said Roxanne who then appeared in my field 
of vision with her hand high up in the air, ready for a high 
five. Fuck me! This other amazonic woman was just as astonishing! 
	Yeah, Felt great! But you know, I don't disserve any 
credit, I'm naturally strong.
	You know I love it when you are pumped, said Roxanne 
caressing her friend lips. They looked in each other eyes for a 
few seconds and the sexual tension between them was raising 
rapidly. I must say that at that precise moment, I started to 
fantasize about being in bed with these gigantic women and my 
interest in this game had vanished completely.  "Let's finish 
this game", Melanie said, "I can't wait to go back to the beach 
house."


Fourth set

	Before the fourth set started, Nick came up to me.
	- Look, these two ugly steroid addicts are all over us and 
on a roll...
	- What are you suggesting, Nick?
	- Well, you're game is so hopeless that there is no way we 
can win this the way it's going now.
	- My game? What about your fucking game?
	- Hey man, just give me a good set and I'd nail it down...
	- Yeah right. Start digging the ball properly, then I could 
perhaps set it.
	- Ok, ok. Here's the strategy. Let's give them the fourth 
set. Let's slow the pace down. Let them believe it's all wrapped 
up. Then, I personally swear to humiliate them in the fifth.
	I though about the plan for a few seconds while glancing at 
the girls. In a sense, Nick was right. There was no way we could 
take these two the way things were going. I hated the idea of 
giving them the fourth set but I conceded that it was probably 
our best bet. I hate to act like a coward.
	The girls won the fourth set rapidly and by the end of it, 
I could tell they then believed they had already won the whole 
match. They had relaxed quite a bit. Making jokes and even trying 
some fancy plays. I felt better too. My energy level was up and I 
was looking towards the fifth set with more confidence. I looked 
at Nick and - although he really was a scumbag - I must say he 
was the best partner one could have on court.
	Just before the last set started, Nick came to me: "Let's 
do it, man! Don't forget, we have to take the lead first, so be 
aggressive. Then, we slow the game down. They'll probably come 
back furiously. So we have to dampen it and then - wham! - when 
we get the chance, we nail it down.". He was interrupted by the 
whistle.

Fifth set

	The girls were serving. Nick decided to face Roxanne at 
first. Melanie served the ball. An average serve. As I digged it, 
I shouted "Now!". In the circumstances Nick knew that it meant 
for him to spike it down immediately. The set was perfect, Nick 
jumped and smashed it down cross-court. No block, Roxanne being 
taken by surprise. 1 - 0.
	This was a good start and I could see that Nick was 
incredibly eager. He went to serve and it was a scorcher. Melanie 
had to take a quick and awkward step back to dig it and the ball 
flew out of the court. The incredible run that Roxanne did to 
finally get to the ball came too late. 2 - 0. The score went up to 
5 - 0 before the girls called a time out.
	Spinning the ball on a finger, Nick came up to me. I dared 
not smile though. I didn't want to upset either of them. "You 
see, it's working. All we needed was a bit of strategy. And guess 
who came up with it.". "Prick, he's a prick" I thought but he was 
winning the game - at least for the moment - and the girls looked 
concerned. So far so good.
	When the game resumed, it was war. The two looked 
incredibly focussed and angry. We made it to 7 - 0 before they 
regained the serve. Then Nick called a time-out that infuriated 
both of them. We basically just spent the allowed length of time 
pretending to discuss strategy. When we came back on court, the 
girls had been fidgeting for a while and were really upset by our 
behavior. Nick was smiling and winking at them while I was toying 
with my fingernails waiting for their serve. To my great 
pleasure, out of frustration, Roxanne put it directly in the net. 
8 - 1.
	When the score reached 11 - 3, I thought, we've done it. 
That's it; it worked. I was in a great mood and Nick was oozing 
confidence. He had just scored the last point with a scorching 
spike through Melanie's hands and felt great. He came up to me:
	- I told you, man. You have to use your head in this game, 
and with loud voice added, right girls?
	Roxanne turned around and although she hadn't heard the 
beginning of the sentence, she knew that this was pure defiance.  
Nick looked at her with an insulting smile on his face. "What's 
your problem, she-hulk? Roid rage?". I tried to interrupt him but 
he was too hyped up and he was simply ignoring me. Melanie 
crossed on our side of the net and stop right in front of Nick 
who was dominating her by almost a full head.
	- The game is not over yet, Nick. A lot can still happen. 
You never know, she said in a surprisingly calm voice.
	- Yeah, like what? snarled Nick. Roxanne took a long while 
before answering.
	- Well, you could run out of steam and... she then looked 
down to her right and slowly raised the volleyball she was 
holding in her hand. She then tensed her arms which grew bigger 
and bigger until her biceps became unbelievably large and her 
fingers were sinking deeper and deeper in the leather until with 
a loud noise, the ball just exploded. Finishing her sentence, she 
just added
	- ...boom! 
She went back to her side and I said to Nick. "Did you really 
have to do that? I don't think this was very wise.". Nick, who 
was still in shock, unconvincingly replied "Just forget about it, 
it's all... over.".
	The girls came back to the game with a dedication I had 
never seen before. We were simply overwhelmed but with a lucky 
break we made it to 14 - 8 and then I had a little burst of 
optimism that lasted only for a few minutes. Their game was 
exemplary and if anything I had never seen such perfection in 
timing, understanding, positioning and power. These two Amazons 
were hitting the ball with a fury that was beautiful to see and 
with a cunningness that made me envious. Anyway, the score 
rapidly reflected their obvious superiority and quickly ended up 
to be 14 - 13. During the last set, the first to fifteen was the 
winner, we had no time outs allowed and the girls certainly did 
not feel like stopping. 
	Roxanne serve was another bullet but within my reach. I 
dived and digged it as best as I could. The pain it gave me 
resonated down to my toes. Nick ran off court to get to the ball 
and did a perfect set. I ran up to the net, timed it well, jumped 
and, not knowing where the block was, spiked it down the line. 
But as I hit the ball, I saw two muscular arms appearing in front 
of me. Melanie reaching far above the net just stopped it cold. 
The ball bounced straight down on our side. The twist I had to 
make for the line spike made me lose my balance and I fell down 
in the sand. Melanie landing right in front of me. I'll never 
forget that moment.
	As she landed, her huge breasts bounced down and then up 
inside the overstretched white swimsuit almost freeing themselves 
in the process. When they stop, her hard erect nipples where 
partly visible. Their huge fat long tips pointing up 
shamelessly. As she looked down at me, she hit a massive double 
biceps pose while shouting "Yeaaaahhhh!". Two majestic mountains 
of quivering rock hard muscle rose on either side of her face. 
Wherever I look, all I saw was an orgy of muscle oozing out of 
this swimsuit that could barely cover her. And between her legs, 
through the almost translucid and wet film that had become her 
swimsuit, I could clearly see the contours of her blood filled 
vulva and - right in the middle, a frightening large erect 
clitoris trying to pierce through the fabric. From the ground, 
the effect of this oversized sexual organ was magnified by the 
presence of her gigantic thighs flaring out and by the 
distressing lace of snake-like veins irradiating from her pubis. 
	She knew exactly what she was doing and putting her hands 
on her hip and pushing her sexual organs in my face, she said:
	Match point, boys.
	I couldn't move. I just couldn't. I knew that the expected 
reaction would have been to pick up the ball and give it to her 
but I couldn't. She smiled at me and in her eyes I could tell 
that she understood perfectly well the circumstances. She leaned 
under the net and crossed over. Looking at me all the time, she 
squatted down, grabbed the ball with her large hand and got back 
up. She then ran a finger on my chest and said:
	Match point, babe. Where is this going to take us?
She then turned around and I watched to most beautiful physique 
I've ever seen in my life moving to the opposite serving 
position.
	We both got into position. Nick facing Roxanne serving, me 
in front of Melanie. What was she going to serve us. Another 
bullet jump serve? I was still asking myself this question when 
Roxanne threw the ball a mile high in the air. She then started 
to run and in a huge jump she rose in the air like a goddess. 
"Fuck, where is this missile gonna land this time?" She seemed 
like suspended for an eternity up there and to my great surprise, 
she dampened her effort and - in a perfectly controlled fake - 
she hit the ball perfectly flat and softly. The ball trajectory 
started perfectly straight and then started to float up and down, 
right to left. It was coming to me and all my attention was 
focussed on this fluttering white ball. God, I hate floating 
serve. Both feet firmly in the ground, my weight on my toes, I 
tried as best I as could to determine where the ball would land. 
At the last second, the ball moved to my right and I had to dive 
in order to dig it. I hit the sand and immediately looked up to 
see if I managed to do something worthwhile with it. It took less 
than a second for me to realize that the game was over. The ball 
was going on the other side of the net, directly in front of me 
to Melanie. All she had to do was to spike it down. No blocks. I 
could hear Nick saying "You fuckwit, you pathetic fuckwit!".
	Melanie followed the ball accurately and then shouted 
"Cross, on three!". I didn't get that. What was she doing? She 
positioned herself under the ball to pass it. I was on my knees 
in the sand not understanding these women's strategy. The ball 
reached her fingers as Roxanne was heading directly towards her. 
The reception was perfect. Melanie shouted "One!" and the ball 
rose again. Roxanne took her place while Melanie moved backcourt. 
"Two!" said Melanie and she set up a high loop behind her head, 
over to Nick's side. The ball was still raising when I understood 
what they were up to. This not only would be their victory but 
our annihilation.

	Nick was standing by the net, ready to block, his body 
tensed like bowstring. From the backcourt, Melanie took a few 
steps forward and in an immense effort she pushed her giant body 
up, way up in the air. As the pro Nick was, he jumped in perfect 
sync with the whole thing. It was a huge jump and with his long 
arm above his head he covered a wide area. Although I was pissed 
off with him, I thought he was going to do it; the prick could 
win that game.
But then, I realized that as he reached the top of his 
trajectory, Melanie was still rising, and rising. From my 
position, it looked almost unreal, this impossible giantess' 
waist reached the height of the net and with a deep animal groan, 
she belted "Three!" and hit the ball with a violence that is 
impossible to describe in words. In doing so, her torso violently 
contracted and expanded and her breasts burst out of her top 
liberating the largest breasts I ever seen on a woman.
	The ball simply pulverized Nick's block going right through 
his hands and hitting him straight in the face. The violence was 
such that his head rocked back like during a high-speed crash 
dummy test. A thick gush of blood burst out of his broken nose 
while a cloud of fine red droplets was scattered all around his 
head. Nick's trajectory ended abruptly when he hit the sand 
unconscious, his limbs in awkward positions.
	Melanie landed after he did. As she hit the sand, I 
understood that we were dealing with Amazons, literally. Under 
the effort her quads had expanded beyond any reasonable physical 
limits. They looked almost disproportionate with respect with her 
already immense torso. She immediately turned around and ran to 
Melanie and collided with her in a chest slam that would have put 
to shame any football player.
	As this was happening, I got up briskly and jogged to the 
net.  The two muscular goddesses where still in each other arm 
when I shouted. "Hey, match point!". They suddenly turned around 
and looked at me digging the forgotten ball back on their side. 
The ball barely rose above the net I was good at that and softly 
hit the sand a couple of feet in front of them and rolled to 
their feet.
	As this was happening I went under the net and walked up to 
them. When the ball stopped rolling, I was next to them. They 
both looked dumbfounded. Somehow, I had regained some of my 
confidence and with my hand extended I said
	The prick's got what he deserves. Everybody won today, 
congratulations.
	They didn't say a word and after a few seconds, I started 
to feel uncomfortable but I tried to keep my best smile on. 
Melanie was the first to react. She dropped Roxanne on the sand, 
and shook my hand with such strength that I had to refrain from 
showing the pain.
	Yeah, it was a fun game! What's your name by the way.
	My name's F.
	Is that a French? asked Roxanne.
	Yeah, just like Melanie and Roxanne, right?
	Well, F., care to join us for a little celebration?
	I looked down at those two fat nipples pointing straight at 
me, and then between her breasts at her colliding chest muscle, 
then at her bulging arms covered with veins the size of fingers 
and I said
	This is an offer I can't refuse.


Philogynia,
Mars 1998