A wild exhibitionist finds herself a rapt audience — and the perfect partner in crime.

Okay, so me and my girlfriends could be a bit aggressive — on and off the basketball court. But it was all part of the game.

The whole squad had played in school, and a couple of us had shot semipro hoops. We were a tough pack of young ladies, toned and taut and ready to go. We played a lot of charities and special events. It was a weird way to make a living but also lots of fun. We always sought to make the most of the experience.

There are many ways to get into your opponent’s head, and you can start on the mind-fucking before the game begins. Even when we played for upstanding causes, there was always a bigger payoff given to the victor, to keep us honest. It was a good motivator. My all-woman team played to win.

One night, we were scheduled at a downtown health club that had been taken over for a fundraiser. I knew the indoor court and locker-room arrangements. As I arrived there with my two best teammates, Tiffany and Sable, I pulled them aside.

“You guys want to try something wild?” I asked. Around us, the swanky fundraising crowd milled.

Tiff, a supple blonde who’d just missed playing in the WNBA, grinned mischievously. “What’ve you got in mind?”

Sable, whose black hair was only a few shades darker than her luscious skin tone, raised an eyebrow. “How’re we going to screw with them?”

The them was the other team, an all-male squad. People liked to watch the sexes battle each other on the court. I had scoped out our opponents, who had also recently arrived at the venue. One tall lanky guy with nice cheekbones and a cute butt caught my eye. It was a half hour until the game started.

I gave it a few more minutes, then told Tiff and Sable, “Follow me.” We slipped around the crowd with our gym bags in hand — and ducked into the men’s locker room.

Inside, we strolled casually through the players, who were in various stages of undress. Tiff and Sable played it perfectly, acting like we were supposed to be there. We dropped our gear right in the middle of the room and started to strip. That’s when we caught their attention.

“When I kissed the two women, our tongues played violently against each other.”

Half the guys hurried to cover themselves. The other half gaped.

“Hey, you should be in the women’s locker room!”

“Shut up, Larry. They can stay… if they want.”

While the two factions argued, me, Tiff and Sable continued to nonchalantly shed our clothes. Tiff bared her perfectly shaped breasts and took her time hunting in her gym bag for her sports bra. Sable peeled out of her jeans, exposing her sweet panty-clad ass.

I liked the feel of all those eyes. Of course, the point wasn’t the thrill, but to throw these male players off their game. I saw more than one guy hastily hiding his swelling hard-on. Hopefully, on the court their mental images of our bare bodies would continue to distract them.

I decided to improvise, trusting Tiff and Sable to play along. I edged up to Tiff, giving her a sultry look, and said, “You got some pretty tits there, gorgeous.” I then reached up and gave her lovely pink nipple a soft tweak. She grinned, her nip stiffening.

I was half out of my own clothes. Sable moved in and slipped her fingers into my panties. She cupped my ass and cooed, “Oooh, she’s got a nice rump, doesn’t she?”

All ten men were watching, eyes wide and jaws slack. The scene was almost comical — except that I felt a genuine sexual arousal. I’ve always enjoyed an audience. I was happy to have Sable slip my panties down my legs, leaving me totally nude. I turned around and returned the favor. Her body was taut and beautiful.

Tiff got completely naked, too, and the three of us stood in a circle, caressing, kissing and fondling one another. We were all close friends, so it wasn’t strange — hell, I’d been to bed with both women on separate occasions. This was something different, though. I felt the men’s attention as a growing heat. Nobody was telling us to go to our own locker room anymore.

Only one of the men was hanging back a little. It was the guy with the fine cheekbones, the tallest player on the team. I had figured by the way he moved that he would be our worst competition on the court.

He was sitting off behind the others. I saw that he had deep blue eyes, but those eyes kept flicking away from us, like he was too shy to stare.

Tiff was groping my right tit hard. I turned and saw a rising excitement on her pretty face. Sable was clutching my butt again, teasing her fingers down into my valley, straying dangerously close to my sensitive rear hole. My breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. When I kissed the two women, our tongues played violently against each other.

I knew time was running out. We were scheduled to start the game soon. But I couldn’t see backing out of this now. It was diabolical to send these males out there in a fully aroused state! We had to keep going.

Benches lined the aisle separating the lockers. I pushed Tiff down onto one, on her back. Her eyes went wide when she saw me kneeling at one end of the bench. But she grinned again as I shouldered apart her strong thighs. Her pussy gleamed, evidence that this display of ours had gotten her seriously worked up.

She wasn’t the only one. My own juices were flowing freely. Right now, I desperately wanted a taste of Tiff’s slit. More than that, I wanted all these men to watch me doing it, to share the excitement and add to the moment.

“My whole body wrenched, and I buried my cry against Tiff’s pussy.”

I inhaled her scent, and her perfume raised gooseflesh on me. Then I lowered my head and ran my tongue up her sweet folds. She let out a moan. I licked her deeper, spreading her lips with every lap. Around us, the men made excited sounds.

As I speared Tiff with my tongue, I felt Sable behind me again. She was spreading the halves of my ass. Hot breath brushed my asshole, then her nimble tongue was on my pucker. My whole body wrenched, and I buried my cry against Tiff’s pussy. She, in turn, crushed her thighs against my shoulders. Her hips jerked.

I ate her harder, seeking out her delectable clit. Sable’s tongue was a fiery eel working in my crack. I lifted my backside higher, and she took long, delving swipes at me, catching both my pussy and asshole with her talented tongue.

Tiff’s fingers wound into my hair. Her hips started bucking crazily. I held my mouth on her as she began to come. I lapped up her outpouring, savoring the strong female flavor. At the same time, my own orgasm started to ripple through me, brought on by Sable’s oral ministrations. I jammed my ass back against her face and came hard.

We all staggered to our feet. Sable paused to lick the juice from my chin, then I had her down on the bench in Tiff’s place. I felt I owed her a fast, hard pussy-eating. The way she eagerly spread her legs and pulled my mouth onto her told me she agreed.

As I feasted on her hot pink lips and nibbled her sweet clit, Tiff got behind me and started to finger-fuck my pussy. She jammed two, then three fingers into me. There were no niceties. We were merciless with each other.

All the while, the men watched. Some weren’t even trying to hide their hard cocks anymore. They gazed with wonder, with glazed erotic rapture. By now, I figured, winning tonight’s basketball game was the furthest thing from their minds.

Yet my blue-eyed guy was still only watching us intermittently. Mostly, he blushed and looked away as I continued to suck and lick Sable’s pussy.

Tiff was fingering me toward a second furious climax. My knees shook under me. Sable’s legs closed around my shoulders. She humped hard against my face as her juices poured. I drank down every drop I had time for. My pussy clenched tightly around Tiff’s intruding fingers as I climaxed. The pleasure swooped through me, awakening every nerve in my body.

Afterward, we three dressed in our game uniforms and exited. Those poor men wouldn’t even have time for a cold shower before the starting whistle. It was hardly fair.

On the way out of the locker room, I threw a look at my blue-eyed guy. He stared directly back at me now. A smile finally touched his handsome face, quietly thrilling me.

Two months passed before I saw my shy guy again at another game. I was surprised he’d shown up for this particular event, considering how bashful he’d been in that locker room. I should explain.

We’d been hired for the night by a swingers group. They have conventions and get-togethers like companies do. Though their events are usually a lot more fun than traditional corporate shindigs. Such was going to be the case tonight, at the private club where me and my girls would play yet another all-male team.

But here was the catch: Every foul a player picked up meant she or he had to lose an article of clothing. Yep. Strip basketball!

Mind you, we were getting paid four times what we normally would, and the whole thing was perfectly legal. I didn’t mind showing off my hot bod.

We suited up and hit the court. I was the point guard for my team. I really wanted to win. The payoff for the victors would mean I wouldn’t have to worry about rent for the rest of the year.

Basketball is intensely physical, a game of constant movement, quick decisions and instinct. There is also something primal and sexual about it. The thump-thump-thump of the dribbling ball, the sweat, the body contact.

Contact is how fouls occur. The refs called the first one a minute or two in, on the men’s team. Their player looked sheepish as he peeled off his jersey, baring a sculpted torso. Shoes and socks were to stay on. We women had a slight advantage in that we had extra pieces of clothing with our sports bras.

My blue-eyed guy, who I’d learned was named Tommy, played deftly. He was their power forward. We had contact. Quickly, we both lost our jerseys. By that time, Tiff was playing stripped to her waist and one of the men was in a jockstrap. The crowd hooted with delight.

We played hard. Fouls added up. I was in my panties when Tommy had to shed his uniform shorts. My eyes goggled at the sight of him in just that jockstrap, his luscious butt bared and his package snugly outlined. His trim, granite-hard body glistened with sweat.

Sable was the first one to play naked. She twirled her panties on her finger before flinging them away. Cheers rang out from the appreciative crowd.

The score was close. I elbowed Tommy who was driving to the basket and had to lose my panties. I felt the crowd’s eyes on me, which gave me a thrill. I grinned at Tommy, then squeezed my tits to tease him. A minute later when he had the ball, I made sure I got in his way so that he had to foul me.

My flesh tingled with pleasure as I watched him take off his jockstrap. His cock dangled enticingly. He looked somewhat uneasy about his public nakedness, even though the audience cheered him robustly and he couldn’t help but smile.

By game’s end everybody was nude, including the players on the bench, which was no doubt the whole idea. (Not for nothing, I think the refs called some unnecessary fouls.) The game came down to a buzz-beating shot that I made, giving my girls our victory. Tommy came over to congratulate me, and then started to duck toward the changing rooms with the others.

I caught his elbow. “What’s the hurry?” I was still worked up from the game. I stepped up close to him. “Let’s kiss.”

He looked stunned but didn’t resist when I put my lips against his. Then I wrapped my arms around his bare, sweaty body and jammed my tongue into his mouth. His dangling cock stirred against my thigh. I rubbed against him.

He broke the kiss. “People are watching!”

The court had emptied, and the crowd had started to disperse. But when they saw what was happening, they stayed. I groped Tommy’s fine ass. I pushed my tits against him, my nipples temptingly erect.

He couldn’t resist, quickly forgetting his shyness. He took hold of my tits, squeezing them firmly. His cock hardened entirely, pressing against my belly. My pussy was already beginning to stream. Applause erupted from the dozens of onlookers. Apparently, this wasn’t so unusual at one of these events.

I loved the slick feel of Tommy’s slim but muscular body. I drew in the manly scent of him. His cockhead throbbed against my body. With a helpless, lustful look on his face, he lowered his head and sucked on my nipple. I moaned, loving the pressure and the quickness of his tongue. When he switched to my other tit, I thrust toward his mouth.

“I needed to get my mouth on his cock.”

“Bite it!” I told him. “Bite my fucking titty!” He did, nibbling the tip, his teeth sending new bright pleasures through me.

When I reached down to grasp his cock, he moaned loudly. I closed my fingers around his girth, feeling his shaft pulse. I slowly pumped him, and his whole body shivered against me. He raised his head, looking around, conflicted about the presence of our audience.

“They appreciate us,” I said softly. “They want to watch. They see how beautiful we are.” With my other hand, I cupped his jaw and forced him to look into my eyes. “I want them to see us. Will you do that for me?” I was still gently working his cock with my other hand.

He gasped, “Yes!” I probably could have gotten him to do anything in that moment.

I grinned, kissed him quickly, and sank to my knees in front of him. I had to have a taste of him.

I held his cock before my face, admiring the pronounced cockhead. I cradled his balls, wondering if they tasted as good as they looked. Craning my neck, I lapped at Tommy’s sweat-shiny sac. My tongue bathed his crinkly flesh. He let out a groan. His flavor was electric, a masculine tang that aroused my erotic hunger.

I needed to get my mouth on his cock. I slipped my lips over his heavy crown, savoring the smooth texture and letting my tongue go wild. He shivered again, his thigh muscles tensing as he planted his feet. As I slid my encircling lips down his shaft, he brought his hands to my head. His fingers wound into my hair as I sucked him deeper and deeper.

By the time I had his cockhead in my throat, he was clutching me firmly. I liked his strong grip. I raised and dropped my mouth, sinking my cheeks in around his staff. His hips started to move. I cupped his ass, pulling him toward me and encouraging him to fuck my mouth as deep as he wanted. Soon his balls were slapping my chin.

We were at center court. Peripherally, I was aware of the many watchers we had drawn. When I finally lifted my mouth off Tommy’s dick, I saw that all the other players had come back out to watch, as well. Tiff and Sable were grinning wickedly, standing together and wordlessly groping each other, their eyes fastened on Tommy and me.

Panting, I dropped back onto my ass. Tommy swayed above me for a moment, and then crouched down and eased me onto the floor entirely. I spread my thighs, offering him my flowing pussy. I expected him to impatiently jump on me and thrust his straining cock in deep, but he hunkered down and lowered his head until his face was hovering over my glistening folds. There was no hesitation on his features now. His blue eyes danced.

He started eating out my pussy. The crowd roared.

His hot mouth smeared my cleft. His tongue opened me up and stabbed deeply. My body bucked. I jammed myself against his face, hips pumping wildly. Bliss radiated outward from my crotch, touching off scorching flashes of rapture. I laced my fingers into his hair and pulled him even tighter against my slit.

Tommy made muffled sounds against my pussy, his tongue scooping me out madly. His teeth grazed my clit, and that sent me into a frenzy. With my ass quivering on the polished wooden floor, I flooded his mouth with my juice. He drank audibly, and I damn near crushed his skull between my thighs.

When I let him go, he was dazed and gasping. My juice dripped from his face. More cheers came. The court was completely surrounded now, all those people eagerly taking in our display. I felt eyes on every inch of us.

The fiery lust flowed back into Tommy’s face. His eyes blazed as he lunged for me. His tall body pressed down on mine, and his cock, without any further preliminaries, plunged straight into my drenched pussy.

I yelped as he drove deep, awakening another set of pleasures in me. New ecstasy took hold of my sweat-slick body. Tommy lifted his beautiful ass high, then slammed back down into my eagerly waiting slot. I slipped my legs around his waist, dug my fingers into his strong shoulders and held on for the ride.

And a wild fucking ride it turned out to be. Tommy’s agile body moved like a machine — oiled, powerful and unstoppable. He pounded me, the sounds of our flesh smacking together echoing across the court. No one was cheering now. Looking deliriously around, I saw the stunned faces. Even these jaded sybarites were impressed by our show.

I shook through a second climax and barely kept clinging to Tommy’s crazily pistoning body. His cock hammered into me. My pussy clenched him. Fresh rivulets of perspiration poured off both of us.

A third titanic orgasm was gathering within me. I felt it looming powerfully, and I couldn’t have held it off if I’d tried. Pleasures from deep places within me surged toward the surface. It was like Tommy was bringing everything within me out into the light, exposing it all, exactly as we were exposed to our audience.

The fever of desire broke in a vast flare of joy. My climax consumed me, rushing through my being, igniting my soul. I screamed long and loud, letting everyone know what was happening. Then I lost my grip on Tommy’s shoulders.

As I sagged back onto the floor, Tommy disengaged from me, aimed his cock over my outspread body, and proceeded to spray me with thick white streams of his cream. Hot droplets hit my fevered skin, and I caught a few gobs on my tongue, savoring his flavor as the crowd cheered our finale.

Afterward, I lay there, wearing his load, and Tommy sat and swayed, blinking. Eventually, we rose to shower, dress and find our way home.

Is it any big surprise that one of the guests in attendance wanted to talk to both of us about appearing in one of her adult movie productions? Tommy blushed and looked away. But I’m thinking about it. After all, I do love an audience.

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