Linda gets there first

Being the closest, Linda reached the ball first. As she reached out, Cindy slapped the ball away. Both women raced off after the ball. Before Cindy managed to get more than a step away, Marcus grabbed her by the waist. You heard Marcus mutter something about a minor foul. The busty blonde merely twisted out of his grasped, stuck out her tongue at the big man and chased after the loose ball. The delay worked. By the time Cindy had gotten to the ball, Linda had secured the ball and was driving for the basket. You moved towards the basket to intercept her. Seeing you, Linda increased her speed. She got there first and laid the ball up towards the basket. You shifted your approach as Linda’s shot went over the basket. You stopped as the ball hits the backboard. You took a step to your left to line yourself up with
the ball as it came down.

Unfortunately, that left you in line with Linda as she drove for the basket. Linda came down on top of you. Moments later, the ball came down on your head. It bounced back the way Linda had come. Cindy was waiting for it. The blonde grabbed it. Seeing Marcus bearing down on her, Cindy threw it towards the basket. It fell well short of her intended target. You set yourself for the rebound.

“HEY!” you grunted as an elbow caught you in the ribs. It wasn’t a painful blow, but it did cause a distraction. Linda took advantage of it by knocking you off balance by driving her shoulder into your side. By the time you recovered, Linda had grabbed the ball and shot. It bounced off the rim and dropped through. She grabbed the ball as it emerged from the net. Dribbling back to the free throw line, she turned and threw. The ball hit the side of the rim and bounced toward Cindy and Marcus. The blonde cheerleader snagged the rebound. This time Marcus was too close and ready for her immediate shot. A large hand batted the thrown ball away…right to Tom. The redhead almost casually arced the ball through the bottom of the net.

Assuming that Tom would intentionally miss his free throw, Linda planted herself in the middle of the lane. At the release, you made your move. The ball came off the backboard hard and straight back. Just before Linda was able get her hands on it you stepped in front of her. You reached up as the ball came in high. You weren’t able to control it, but you were able to knock it down in front of you. Linda reached around you, but her attempts to grab the ball were ineffectual. Instead, she simply grabbed you as raise the ball for your shot. You yelped as deft fingers squeezed and twisted your bare nipples as you released the ball. It didn’t have the slightest impact. The ball bounced around the rim a couple times and fell in. You gave the slender brunette a smile as you headed for the free throw line. You groaned slightly as the ball hit the back of the rim and bounced straight back.

Linda moved to rebound the ball, but Tom was already standing there. Linda managed to knock the ball away from the redhead, but he returned the favor by blocking her shot. After a couple bounces, it ended up in the hands of Cindy. You moved to the block opposite her as she dribbled around Marcus. You pulled up short as you bumped up against Shannon. The fiery redhead wobbled slightly as she leaned against you. It could have been from the influx of **** from the last round; however, it could have been from more amorous desires as well. You hoped it was the latter. She stayed up against you as you shifted slightly to your left to get a better angle as Cindy’s shot bounced off the backboard. Even as you did, Linda stepped in front of you. Even as you reached out, Linda reeled in the ball.

“HEY!” Linda shouted as you grabbed her about the chest. The softness beneath your fingers left no doubt that your hands were planted firmly on her breasts. And as she started to shoot, you gave them a good squeeze. You had no more success at distracting her than she had at distracting you. Her shot bounced around the rim a couple times before it dropped through. Sticking out her tongue at you, Linda headed for the free throw line. You took another step to your left as she threw the ball at the basket. You sighed as it hit nothing but net on way through. You slapped the ball back to her and waited for the next shot.

This time you moved to your right as the ball came off the rim at an angle. Unfortunately, Shannon was moving to her left at the same time in an attempt to get the ball herself. Off balance, you found yourself falling backwards from the resulting collision. Shannon fell on top of you. She slid up to the point her mammoth melons were directly over your face. Despite the difficulty in breathing, you found yourself enjoying the situation you were in. Your happiness was short lived.

“Game!” Tom called out. Entangled with Shannon, the ball had flown untouched over your heads. Despite sprinting for the loose ball, Linda was unable track it down before Tom could get there. Even with her hanging on to his arm, Tom had no problem launching the ball. It wasn’t a pretty shot, but it went in.

By the time you and Shannon were able to disentangle and climb to your feet, the others had given their scores. Although with two points you had beaten Shannon, you were once again one of three people who had failed to reach the relative safety of thirteen points. The two of you joined Tom and Linda at the scorer’s bench.

Marcus and Cindy each grabbed a drink, downed them and headed back to the court. Tom paused to help Shannon lift her sweater over her well endowed chest.

“I don’t know what you were complaining about?” Linda called out. You turned to look at her. Unlike Shannon or Cindy, Linda had not removed her t-shirt. Instead, you got a clear view of her pink panties as she stepped out of her jeans. A smile appeared on Shannon’s face. Even though she had exposed a white bra that strained to hold her big breasts, Shannon unzipped the side of her skirt and let it slide to the floor. Only when she bent over to pick up the discarded garment did her sweater slide back down to cover her enormous tits.

Once the girls had shed their clothes, they went to work on you. This time you made no attempt to resist as they unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants. You quickly grabbed your shorts as they started to pull your pants down. The last thing you wanted was to have them remove both items you still had on. They paused as your jeans cleared the bottom of your briefs. You stiffened as they shifted their attention to your crotch and the bulge it contained. Even if you hadn’t been afraid of what they might have done if you released your grip on your shorts, the way they were bent over in front of you, you couldn’t get past them to get at your loins.

“Ball In!” Marcus called out from the free throw line. Immediately both girls released you and made their way to the court. Shannon took the pass from Marcus and shot it from where she got it near the three point circle. It dropped through the orange circle. As she made her way to the free throw line, you contemplated your situation. Tom was working on the first of the four drinks he had to down. The rest were playing the third game of twenty-one. Your pants were sitting about your ankles. While not fully erect, there was an undeniable sense of arousal and a clearly visible bulge in your briefs. As Linda grabbed Shannon’s missed free throw and put it through the hoop, you made a decision.