Evette gets drilled...

Evette gets hit directly and powerfully on the breast that Stretch isn’t tweaking.

“Ow! What the hell!” Evette is pissed off for good reason, you think, that was pretty dirty. Her breast was red where the ball had hit her and she reached up and rubbed it to soothe the sting. Stretch reached over to help out.

“Easy there buck-o, when I need your help, I’ll ask for it,” Evette said, sounding a little perturbed at his presumptuousness.

“That was B.S., she continued, I was distracted,” Evette said, trying to pass the buck on to Stretch.

“Woah, you invited me to. This is dodgeball, you got drilled, let’s see those panties drop,” Stretch said, to general assent from the crowd. No one likes a whiner.

Evette, getting the hint, but still upset, proceeds to pull her thong off, leaving her naked standing next to Stretch. Stretch, who had been hit twice, was in a pair of boxer briefs. And as he looked her over, the front of his underwear started to stretch a little, then a little more, and before you knew it the waistband of his underwear was being pushed open, and his dick just popped out… and kept growing.

“Stretch indeed,” you said to no one in particular. That had to be a good 10 inches, which, on such a tall skinny dude, just looked ridiculous.

You looked down at Evette’s privates, scrutinizing for a clit ring. A little disappointed, but also liking Evette a little more, you notice that her cunt is untouched, and her hips don’t have any tattoos on them. She hadn’t planned for anyone to be seeing her naked. What you do notice though, is that her labia barely go to the front of her pelvis. The opening must be tiny, you think. The image of her being kebob’ed by Stretch briefly pops in to your mind, sending a shiver down your spine, and a thought occurs to you…

“Double or nothing,” you say, not even knowing what you mean at first.
Evette turns to you, clearly still smarting from the cheap shot, which maybe got her competitive juices flowing.

“What’re the terms, Dani?” Evette eyes you, a bit skeptically. You’re a bit surprised that she uses your nickname, which mostly just Ariel and your family calls you.

“You get hit one more time, and when it comes time to hit the showers, you take your shower in the men’s locker room,” you say, almost not believing the words that are coming out of your mouth.

Evette, stares at you for a second, cocks her head to the side a little bit, and slaps herself right between her slightly jutting hip bones.

“I’ll take that bet,” Evette concludes, immediately readying herself for the next round.