Go all out

Determined to get there first, you took off at a full sprint. By the time you reached the free throw line, you had passed Tomomi, but were still a step or two behind Shannon. You caught up to the redhead a step or two from the balls. You bent over to be able to scoop it over the moment you were in range.

A flash of movement to your right drew your attention. You looked over to see a red ball speeding from Carmen’s hand. It was headed right for you. You immediately slammed on the brakes. You kept sliding forwards as your socks refused to grip the smooth hardwood floor. You twisted in a **** attempt to avoid the ball. All you managed to do was be able to take it off the butt. As you finished your spin, you felt your left foot hit the ball you had been after just before you crashed into Shannon. The two of you fell to the floor.

“Sorry,” you told the buxom redhead. However, you made no attempt to remove your hand from that large firm mound of woman flesh that adorned her chest. The large lass didn’t seem to mind, especially since her hand was resting firmly on your crotch. There was no doubt she could feel your manhood rising beneath your jeans. After a moment she let out a sigh and you rolled to your feet. You extended your hand to help her to her feet.

You don’t have the washboard abs that Marcus has, but you definitely drew a smile from Shannon as you pulled your shirt over your head. She was licking her lips as you tossed it into the first row of the stands. You blew her a kiss and turned to go back to the guy’s end. You took as single step before you felt a tug on the back of your jeans. Shannon was holding onto the back belt loop. There was definite strength in that grip.

“Not so fast big boy,” the redhead replied. You turned to face her.

“What?” You asked. Shannon was joined by Tomomi. They looked at each other. Each turned back to you with a smile on their face. They each then pointed to the ground. Naturally you looked down. You were standing on the girl’s side of the court. Tomomi giggled as you undid your belt and let your jeans drop to the floor. Unlike with your shirt, you walked your pants over to the stands and set them down. You hoped the delay would give you time to settle down. You had been playing for less than thirty seconds and were a single throw from having to show a bunch of strangers everything. The way Shannon and Tomomi were staring at you left no doubt that they were waiting eagerly for that moment. If there hadn’t been a visible bulge in your briefs, there was as your cock stiffened under their appreciative attention.

You weren’t the only one who had lost their pants. On the other side of the court, Brian was walking back to the end line in nothing but his jockstrap. Linda was smiling as she watched his bare bottom sway as he retreated. Since Melissa was still standing around the free throw line, you had no doubt Linda had made the hit.

You turned to look towards the girl’s end as a sweater flew over your head into the stands. You spotted Anne adjusting a now visible black lacy bra. Steve had explained that the captain of the team that scored the most hits on the initial rush had to take something off. That was how Marcus had lost his shirt. Marcus reminded you that you needed to touch the back wall. You jogged back towards the guy’s end. You didn’t want to slam into the wall, so you slowed as you reached the end line. Even as you reached out for the wall, a ball whistled past your ear. A second ball hit you squarely in the back. The impact knocked you into the wall. More startled than hurt, you shrugged off Tom’s steadying hand

“SHANNON! TOMOMI!” Marcus called out. Both girls looked to Anne who scowled at them. All eyes turned to Shannon as she put on a big show of taking off her sweater. She made an even bigger production of playing with her breasts that threatened to pop out of her seemingly skimpy halter with every shake of her chest. You doubted anyone so much as glanced at Tomomi as she slid her panties down her legs. You had just enough time to notice she shaved her snatch before her sweater hid it from sight.

Tom tossed you the ball. You spun it a couple times to get a feel for it. You looked across the court for target. You quickly made a decision.