Double Flagrant

“Hmmmm…” Marcus murmured. He looked from you to Cindy and back to you. “It looked like Pat was still moving when contact occurred. That would make him guilty of a block.” Cindy let out a soft cry of triumph.

“On the other hand, it looked like he got to the spot first.” Marcus observed, “That would make Cindy guilty of a charge.” This time, Cindy’s cry was more subdued.

“In a friendly game, I would say we should simply play on.” he continued, “But I can’t ignore the fact that Cindy lowered her shoulder. That requires a forfeit for a flagrant foul. Since I can’t be sure who initiated the foul, both need to pay the forfeit.

“WHAT?!” both you and Cindy exclaimed. The others began to chant “Take it off.”

“I’m declaring that both of you have committed a flagrant foul.” Marcus repeated, “Both of you must remove an article of clothing. In addition, you both need some time to cool off, so you must both take a drink. And you need to do it before you get back in the game.”

With one last glare at Marcus, Cindy grabbed the hem of her sweater. She raised it slowly. She teased you as she lifted first one side, then the other. When she finally got it above her navel, she added a sway to her hips as a counterpoint to the movement. When it passed her bra, she leaned forward. You could only stare as her breasts hung down enticingly. It took only a slight shrug of her shoulders to start them swinging. Cindy kept them swaying as she finished pulling her sweater over her head. You would have sworn they were still jiggling as she walked over to the bench. She set down the just removed garment and pulled a couple bottles out of the gym bag.

“HEY!” you called out as you felt a tug at your waist. You looked down to see Linda unsnap the front of your pants. Shannon was pulling down on the zipper. You reached down as you realized they were in the process of taking off your pants. You grabbed the top of your pants as they started to pull them off.

“Time to pay the price for fouling Cindy.” Shannon started. You opened your mouth to tell her you could do it yourself. Linda anticipated your protest.

“You had your chance Pat!” she said. A tug-of-war over your pants began. It didn’t last long. You might have been able to outmuscle both women, but your heart wasn’t really in it; especially when a sudden tug brought not only dropped your pants below your hips, but your undershorts as well. Both smiled in anticipation at the sight. There was a not too gentle slap on your ass when bent over to pull your shorts back up. You immediately stood straight up and spun around.

“Ye nee’ ta wait ‘til ye pay yur forfeit!” Shannon told you. The look on Linda’s face confirmed that she supported the redhead’s position and she wouldn’t hesitate to grab you by the balls to enforce it. With a sigh, you waddled over to the bench and sat down. Satisfied that you would wait until took off your pants and drank your penalty, the girls put the ball in play.

You immediately tried to pull your jeans off over your shoes. It wasn’t long before you regretted that decision. You had figured that either the pants would just slide over the shoes or take them off as well. Instead, they got stuck. Pulling on your pants harder only tightened their grip on your shoes. You bent over so you could grab your pants and pull them back on enough to get at your shoes.

“AAARRRGGGHH!!!” you cried out as you jumped to your feet. With your pants over your shoes, you couldn’t keep your balance. You leaned back over the bench to the railing of the stands to keep on your feet. Cindy smiled as that position gave her a good view of your not entirely flaccid manhood. She giggled as you reached down and pulled a splinter from your balls. When you gave them a quick caress to relieve some of the initial pain, she responded by rubbing her breasts through her bra. It had the expected results.

Cindy turned her attention back to the game as you sat down gingerly. You had to sit on the front of the bench with your balls hanging over the edge to avoid repeating that painful experience. Even then, your half erect cock was sticking straight out. It was pushing down on your ball sack and causing it to rub against the front of the bench. You had to move slowly to avoid tipping the bench over as well. And every time you stopped to straighten up for a moment you noticed that one (or more) of the girls were looking your way. They would flash you a grin or thumbs up before returning to the game.

It seemed to take forever to free your shoes enough to be able to take them off. Even after you pulled your shoes off, removed your pants, and put your shoes back on, you had to drink the bottle on the scoring table before you could pull your shorts back up to cover yourself. You took a large gulp from the bottle and gasped as the fiery liquid burned its way down your throat. That drew laughs from everyone.

“Oh YEAH!” Linda said as you took your second swig. Your balls tightened. Your cock visibly stiffened. You had to slow down after a third tipple as you felt like your balls were about to explode and send cum everywhere. Trying to watch the game didn’t help. The way Linda pressed her body against Tom’s as she tried to defend him was quite suggestive. And without her sweater covering things, you could see every jiggle of her breasts as she moved. And every time she jumped to make a shot, her boobs looked as if they were about to bounce out of her bra.

Worse, despite the fact that one of them always seemed to be gawking at you, practically drooling at the sight, the girls seemed to be able to consistently double team whoever had the ball. And they seemed to be able to find someone for an open shot. You were afraid that the slim lead the guys had gotten wouldn’t hold up. Your fears were confirmed as Cindy took the checked ball near the top of the key and declared that it was for the game.

Guys (10)

Marcus – sweater, pants, jockstrap

Tom – Sweater, pants, jockstrap

Pat – t-shirt, jeans (Cindy-1), briefs

Girls (14)

Cindy – Sweater (Pat-1), Skirt, panties, Bra

Shannon – Sweater, Skirt, panties, Bra

Linda – T-shirt, Jeans, panties