Good clean fun

You and your teammates line up to pick up balls. The girls nearby to you give your testicles the traditional fondle for good luck as they prepare to start. Thanks to long practise, they've mastered giving you a quick feel without being too rough in the hurry of the moment.

Ms. Decker blows her whistle, and the game starts.

You must admit to being a little distracted, as your eyes keep getting drawn to your teammates jiggling breasts as they dodge the projectiles thrown their way. The feeling of your hard cock waggling chaotically is also a bit distracting, and not entirely pleasant. Still, it's not all bad: if you're a bit distracted, so is the entire team opposite. You've always noticed how much the 'Shirts' teams seem to struggle to focus on these games. You suppose that it helps to balance the score with the inevitable awkward manoeuvring of the 'Skins' team.

You're blindsided by a collision from your left, as one of your teammates -- a petite brunette named Melissa -- runs into you while dodging a ball. You both fall over in a heap.

You notice your cock head has landed between Melissa's legs, and is actually nestled against her pussy lips. You feel her hot wetness against your mushroom cap, and your abdomen.

Melissa looks up to you with something like confused surprise that she ran into you. Another more focused expression crosses her face as she pushes herself down your torso slightly, parting her nether lips with your manhood.

"Sorry about that," she mutters huskily, taking just the tip inside her for a couple of shallow thrusts, the standard team-building exercise for an in-play collision to avoid resentment. You enjoy it, so you suppose it works, but you often suspect your teammates of knocking you over more than the others. And you often get to the end of a game a bit sexually frustrated. You suppose that it's just the natural consequence of being the only male in a school playing contact sports with girls.

Melissa crawls up your torso now, her A-cups brushing against your chest, her nipples very prominent from the excitement of the game. She gives you a two-second French kiss before getting up and helping you to your feet. You're not worried about getting hitb during all this: the rules clearly prevent anyone from getting knocked out while recovering from a bodily collision, so long as you don't delay play too long in getting up.

Once you're back on your feet, you are *all* the way up. You brush a hand against Melissa's right nipple as she quickly gives your cock a one-off stroke, and reaches for a ball.

You look at how the teams stand. You notice that each team has one player out. The player out on the shirts team is patiently waiting, one hand on the inside of a thigh as she watches your team bounce around. On your team, the new girl and Jennifer, a more buxom curly-haired redhead, are sitting on each others thighs. Jennifer's complexion is very fair, and so her full-body blush is very intense as the new girl plays with Jennifer's breasts. You wonder if you're imagining the way that they seem to be slowly dribbling rivulets of milk.