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Subject: {ASSM} After School  Basketball
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Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 03:10:02 -0400
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After School  Basketball
 
    Basketball practice canceled.   Unheard of up till now.  The program a 
very strong one, for boys and  especially for the girls.  This could be a 
chance to get a scholarship to a  decent college.  I haven't as yet made that 
jump to starter in spite of  having the height.  At 5'10"  my skills are 
still developing and I  really need the practice.  Not a bad shooter from in 
close and three point  range and at the foul line.  My ball handling skills 
and rebounding rough  and tumble.  Meaning I make more then my share of 
turnovers and  fouls.  That I am on this team sometimes amazes me.  My playing 
time  up from the previous year; but still more in mope up situations or in 
those rare  times when a starter needs a breather or is in foul  trouble. 
    No mention of why we don't have  practice and filing out of the locker 
room with the rest of the girls.  At  least I didn't start to change.  
Wishing I could practice with the guys;  but none inclined to stay, so heading 
back to my locker and getting my books for  the night's studies.  Settling my 
backpack on my shoulders and stepping  through the front door and down the 
path to Hamilton Street.  My hands  going to my waist and automatically 
rolling up the waistband of my blue and  white plaid skirt.  Two inches above the 
knee might be okay for some; but I  have long legs and thighs.  I need that 
length higher, not just to show off  my leg; but also because it goes 
against the rules.  If I knew I wasn't  going to have practice, I would have worn 
something a little more sensual in  intimate apparel.  Only when you have 
to change in the locker room do they  find out from a snitch that you are not 
wearing the mandated white, no frills  panties and bras.  At least is is 
warm enough not to wear pantyhose.   Though these institution shoes are not 
very flattering.  The white blouse  and navy blue vest not very attractive and 
dead giveaways as to us being  Catholic school girls. 
    I haven't blossomed much at this  point, so a sexy blouse would not be 
very useful to me, unless I stuffed and  oversize bra with some socks or 
kleenix.  To date, I have just worn my  lightly padded one step above a 
training bra and left it at that.  Someday,  yeah. 
    Putting a little wiggle into my step  as I head across Thompson Street 
and the short block to Mansion Square  Park.  Living two blocks from school 
has its up and down sides.   Taking the diagonal path at the corner of 
Hamilton and Mansion and walking the  spoke to the center of the park and then 
over to my house.
    "Hey, Raven.  What you up to  girl, aren't you suppose to be at 
practice?"  Turning my head to see Cue  Ball and Randy.  Waving to them and cutting 
across the  grass. 
    "They cancelled today.  Hey it  isn't April 1st is it.  Must be a 
joke."  Looking at the two boys my  age; but a world of difference then mine.  
They going to public school and  most likely not going to college, unless they 
can swing a scholarship and learn  to study more.  What we do have in 
common besides our age is  basketball.  These guys can move and jump and pound 
the boards.  I  can't match them in that even though I am just a little 
shorter then them.   I can match them in shooting, especially the three and fouls. 
 Amazing how  many are lazy about such a simple thing as shooting fouls.  
They make  impossible shots; but can't hit those easy fouls.
    "Where you guys going?"  I know  they live a couple of blocks up from 
the park, but I met them hanging out in the  park and at the Center.
    "Catherine Street where else  girl."  Yeah, they were going to practice 
some hoop at the Catherine Street  Community Center.  A place for blacks to 
hang out and belong to a variety  of programs. 
    "Can I come, I need some  practice?"  Smiling as they wave me along and 
we walk down the block to the  building and small basketball court.  
Putting my books down on the concrete  and watching them as they warm up quickly.  
Not able to duck yet; but I  could see it in their future.  Standing on the 
fringe and watching them  loosen each other with a series of dribbles and 
moves into lay ups of various  degrees of difficulty. 
    Finding retrieving a loose ball and  moving to the three point arch and 
letting it fly.  The ball finding just a  little rim as it settles into the 
net neatly.  "Show off bitch."   Randy's laugh cutting across the court as 
he fields the ball and passes it back  to me.  Moving to the corner and 
hitting another from three point  distance.  "Shit girl, ease up."  Moving again 
and catching the pass,  then making an awkward dribble to the basket, my 
shoes clomping noisily as I  feel myself stripped neatly of the ball  as I 
make a weak jump to shoot off  the backboard.  "White girls can't jump, haven't 
you heard that."   Turning and watching Cue Ball, sending the ball out to 
Randy and Randy pounding  in under the basket in a 360 turn and lay up.  
Mostly just shooting the  open shots and a few contested ones from deep.
    "Hey watch my feet guys."   Barely avoiding being stomped on the toes.  
"It's not your feet we are  looking at Catholic girl.  A big grin on both 
of their faces.  And a  tongue stuck out by the brat I am in response.   
"Ooooooh, you are  teasing us girl."  Grabbing his crotch and a response to that 
with my  middle finger extended and others curled down.  "You wish  girl." 
    A couple of older guys showing up and  playing a little two on two with 
me on the sidelines watching and  cheering.  Unfortunately not much to 
cheer about when you are overmatched  by guys that play all day, cause they have 
nothing else to do.  As more  join them, Randy and Cue Ball become odd guys 
out. 
    "Hey, you guys were good."   Watching them slide their shirts back on 
and we walk back to the park.  The  center of life in this neighborhood.  It 
might seem odd a white Catholic  girl walking with these two black guys; but 
not is this neighborhood.  This  is wear I grew up, and the neighborhood 
changed slowly as I matured from a  squirt to a tall gangly teen. 
    Feeling comfortable with these guys  as we laugh and talk to the center 
of the park and then to the top, coming out  on the east side.  "Come on 
Raven, we can watch some ESPN and see how the  games went last night.  You 
aren't expected home for another hour or  two."  Hesitating and then walking 
with them up to Smith Street and over to  Lent Street.  Walking up the stairs 
to the second floor of Randy's  house.  It a little rough on upkeep on the 
outside, as his family rents the  house; but nice and neat on the inside. 
    Sitting down on the sofa as Randy  heads to the fridge for some 
lemonade.  Cue Ball turning on the remote and  finding the scores quickly.  Turning 
up the volume and then down when Randy  yells.  Taking a glass and sipping 
the cold ade quenching my thirst; but  making me aware of my perspiration as 
I sit and move over as Randy plops down  alongside of me and then Cue Ball 
on the other side. 
    Feeling a bit warm as I ask, "where  is mom and  your sisters?"  Not 
hearing the little girls yelling and  screaming from a couple of other visits 
here to babysit  them. 
    "They are at the Mall, they went  to  have McDonald's and see some 
Disney Movie and shop.  A little  peace and quiet for a change."
    Feeling uncomfortable now, expecting  Randy's mom to be home and the 
little ones also.  "Maybe I should  go."  Setting my glass down and standing 
up, really sure this is not a good  idea.
    Feeling him taking my hand and  pulling me back down to sit.  Finish 
your lemonade at least  girl."   "Yeah. Chill momma,"  Cue Ball piping in with 
his words  of wisdom.
    Sitting and taking the glass again in  my hands, sipping more of it as 
we quietly watch and listen to the commentary on  the previous days scores.  
Randy refilling my glass when it was half empty  and coming back into the 
room with it.  Drinking more of the sweet drink  and relaxing a little bit as 
we "bull shit. " 
    All to conscious of the two young men  sitting on either side of me, 
with no adult to chaperone and watch over  us.  Not looking as Randy pulls his 
shirt over his head, and I can smell  the sweat on his body.  All to aware 
of it, and how his upper body looks  without his shirt on.  Dark muscles 
cording his arms an bulging from his  chest and stomach.  Not bulky ones, but 
nice lean ones.  His scent  filling my nostrils, my eyes wanting to look at 
him alongside of me shirtless  now; but knowing I best not pay attention.
    The sofa much too small now as it  closes in around me and the young 
men sitting on either side of me.   Closing my eyes, as I wet my lips, 
nervous, wanting to go, knowing I need to go  right now; but not able to voice the 
words to pave my path to the front  door.
    Feeling my bra much too tight, as my  nipples harden under the padding 
and ache.  Yes, this is definitely a very  bad idea from the very start.  
Playing ball with them not so bad, but I  should have been dressed differently 
and not teasing and responding to their  innuendos.  And worse coming with 
them to Randy's place, even if his mom  was home.  Baby sitting the little 
ones and sitting on a sofa with two  young men with no one else home.   Red 
light, definite red  light.
    Feeling Randy's arm brushing mine as  he leans forward to take his 
drink from the coffee table.  Seeing the sheen  on  his ebony skin and the 
muscles rippling as he moves.  A soft  shiver, my skin prickly where his warm 
skin touches mine on my  arm.
    Not paying attention to Cue Ball, as  his thigh presses against mine.  
Trying not to think about Randy as I feel  panicky, squeezing my thighs 
together for more then one reason.  Furtively  pulling the hem down and wishing 
I could undo the rolled waistband.   Looking down and see the long toned 
thighs, the skirt more then halfway up  them.  Showing the lightly tanned skin.
    Every movement by the young men,  amplified many times in my mind's 
eyes.  Watching as Cue Ball rests his  hand over his crotch.  And then feeling 
the pressure of Randy's arm on mine  as he turns to look at me.  My chest 
heaving in slow rises and falls, as I  try to figure how to leave without 
causing a ruckus.  Turning my head  slightly and catching the brush of his lips 
on mine as I look with wide eyes  into his.  Parting my lips and licking 
them, then leaning to press my lips  on his.  A soft moan as they part and his 
tongue touches  mine.
    Squeezing my legs tighter as he moves  his head an pushes the thick 
tongue into my mouth, feeling it moving against my  cheeks and tongue, his 
scent strong the sweat and his musk, awakening my nerve  ending as I inhale it 
into me.  My arm trembling as he breaks the kiss and  sits back next to me, 
his body pressed to mine.  Not able to scoot over as  Cue Ball is tight to me 
on the other side.
    The tension in the air almost  electric, as I feel Randy's hand reach 
for mine and lifting it to settle it on  his thigh.  The fingers trembling as 
I feel him lift and adjust, and now  the material against my fingers hide 
more then just his thigh.  Feeling a  bulge as he presses my hand into his 
leg.  A soft moan of surprise, guilt,  and excitement as I feel it move under 
his sweats.  Jerking guiltily as I  feel Cue Ball's hand touch my bare 
thigh, rubbing open palmed at the warm skin,  finger tips just touching the inner 
skin where they are pressed  together.
    I know I need to leave and stop this  right this moment, and hope it 
isn't too late.  But a lay back and let my  fingers move a little to touch the 
bump under them.  Feeling an instant  response as the bulge shifts and 
swells, tenting the front of his sweats.   My eyes drawn to the bump and the 
movement, a soft sigh as I watch it pulse  under the sweats and against my 
fingers.  My thighs relaxing as Cue Ball's  fingers pry between them.  Gently 
parting them till they are not touching  anymore.  A soft moan as this quite 
tableaus plays out.  The sport  casters in the background reciting 
information that none of us are paying  attention to, at least not me as I concentrate 
on the stimuli of the  situation.
    Feeling fear and excitement as I feel  the hand slide up my thighs, 
pushing the short skirt higher till I feel a finger  tip touch the middle panel 
of my panties.  Holding my breath in as I shrink  back, but my body doesn't 
move at all, as the finger touches the panel, then  slides up and down.  My 
labia nerve endings raised and the flesh filling  with blood as Cue Ball's 
finger make a small indent in the material.   Forming a small camel toe in 
my panties, as he presses the material deeper, as  his finger saws up and 
down the front of my panties.  Moaning with  excitement, as I grasp the bulge 
in the sweats, my fingers becoming bold  now.  Feeling the outline of the 
flexible; but turgid organ.
    Randy turning to me, as his lips  again touch mine, his hand moving to 
the buttons on my vest and undoing them and  then slipping the buttons of my 
blouse through the small eyelets.  Moaning  into his lips as I kiss him 
back, his hand warm against my lower chest as his  fingers pry at the bottom of 
my bra cups.  Not able to concentrate as the  other fingers as  massaging 
the ridges of my full lips from bottom to  top.  Teasing as they just touches 
the folds containing my clit and then  back down to my taint.  Mewling 
helplessly as my other hand reaches to Cue  Ball's lap and find the bulge in his 
pants.  My fingers on both hand  stroking the swollen organs as I my hips 
move to escape the teasing  fingers.
    Overwhelmed, as I feel finger pulling  at the leg band of my panties 
and at my bra.  One slipping my bra up to  bunch under my armpits, while the 
other slides a finger to touch the bare skin  of my pubes.  Panting into 
Randy's mouth as I feel the fingers teasing one  thick hard nipple.  The mounds 
may be small; but god compensated with big  sensitive nipples.  My body 
writhing with sensation as I feel the fingers  push into my pussy.  Finding the 
wetness of my walls and the hard nipples  swollen with need.  As I react to 
the tactile sensations.  My fingers  pulling at the hard cocks,   Trying to 
find their waistbands and free  the engorged organs, but spastic in my 
helpless need.  Feeling one then the  other freeing their warm cocks, soft on the 
outside, but firm with a steely  inner core.  The warm flesh sliding under 
my fingers as I mostly wrap the  cocks in my fingers.  Pulling back the skin 
of their uncircumcised cocks  and feeling the knobs peeking out from the 
folds. 
    Slipping forward on the sofa deeper  into the invading fingers as I 
spread my legs wide, not able to contain my  arousal, helpless to stop what my 
body is desiring.  My heart beating  rapidly as my chest pumps up and down 
as my thighs quiver with  excitement.   The cocks feeling big to my hands, 
but not able to see  and judge them at the moment.  Eyes closing as Cue pushes 
two fingers into  my wet opening.  Sawing them in and out coated with my 
lubrication.   My nipples aching as Randy touching one then the other.  
Licking and biting  the hard tips.  Feeling his hand now pulling off my vest and 
blouse, then  pulling my back from the sofa and undoing the clasp of my bra.  
Slipping it  off of my arms and small breasts.  Exposing my girlish breasts 
and womanly  nipples. 
    Watching as he turns to lay against  the arm of the sofa and pulling me 
down, as Cue continues to finger my  pussy.  Catching the sweaty musk in my 
nostrils, before my lips and cheek  touch the warmth of his cock.  Eyes 
wide as I take in the black shaft and  lighter mushroom head of his cock.  Then 
raising my eyes to see him smiling  as my tongue swipes at the bulbous 
head.  The cap spongy as my tongue licks  around the velvety gland and then 
touches the bulging veins in the long thick  shaft.  Most definitely the biggest 
and thickest cock I have ever seen in  my short years.  Gagging as I feel 
the knob stretch my lips, filling my  mouth with the fat head.  Feeling my 
body being shifted by Cue, as he pulls  his fingers from my wet hole.  Turning 
my body, as I lie over Randy, as I  suckle his sweet meat stick.  Licking 
down to his hairy ball sack and  teasing them as his coarse hair tickles my 
nose and cheeks.  Then  nibbling  up the shaft as I feel his hand press on my 
head.  Feeling  my panties slipping down my legs with the help of Cue's 
hands and then my skirt  pushed up on my ass. 
     Groaning on Randy's cock as I  feel a finger push into my cunt from 
behind.  The wet sloshing of my juices  mixing with the slurping of my mouth 
on the cock.  The only sounds but for  the heavy breathing.  My hips moving 
as I feel the fingers pumping into my  pussy, moving deep and then sliding 
back out again.  Taking the cock deeper  with each movement of my head back 
and forth Cue Ball moving, shifting behind  me, then feeling his bare skin on 
my ass cheeks.  Moaning on Randy's cock  as I feel the thick knob of Cue 
Ball slide between my thighs and press on my  cunt lips.  Trying to pull myself 
off of Randy's cock, to protest, but my  head held tight and feeling the 
knob slip pass the opening and into my wet  welcoming pussy.  My walls forming 
a sheath around the black fuck  stick.  Squeezing involuntarily in a 
welcome, as I hear him grunt with  surprise as my walls grip his cock shaft and 
head.  Each of Cue Ball's  strokes driving me onto Randy's cock lodged in my 
mouth and Randy sending me  back to Cue Ball.  Drool slipping from my lips as 
I choke and gasp on the  thick mushroom cap.
    Feeling Randy's hands holding and  pushing my head tight into his 
groin, feeling the cap swelling in my mouth and  spewing his seed into my mouth 
in a series of eruptions.  Swallowing the  thick creamy ropes of creme as my 
lips seal on the cock and cheeks suck at the  gapping cum slit.  My nipples 
dragging across his thighs and sending jolts  of sensation to my core, as 
Cue Ball continues to pound my pussy from  behind.  Riding Randy's prick in my 
mouth for a few more strokes, till he  pulls it out, Shiny and ebon and 
still hard as he sits back waiting for his  friend to finish.  Stroking his 
cock absently, watching as I groan and moan  with the loud slaps of flesh as 
the cock slams into me from  behind. 
    Breathlessly, forcing the words out,  "don't cum in me, please."  
Hearing the grunts louder as Cue Ball continues  to mash my labia.  His hands 
holding my hips and then pulling me tight to  him.  Feeling his body jerking, 
knowing the bastard is shooting his seed in  my cunt in spite of my plea.  
"Fucking asshole."  The words trembling  as they slip from my mouth as he 
continues to slam into me.  Feeling the  jerks and then him pulling out, wiping 
his cummy cock  between my ass  cheeks and sitting back, releasing my hips 
as I collapse onto the sofa.   Reaching between my legs and feeling the cum 
oozing from my hot pussy  lips.  "Asshole."  Words not to anyone in 
particular, just stating my  frustration.
    Laying against the back of the sofa,  as I watch the guys shift spots.  
Cue Ball, shoving his cock against my  cheek, slapping his cummy cock on my 
face.  Opening my mouth as he slips  his long but softening cock into my 
mouth.  Tasting the semen and my juices  on the warm hunk of meat.  Randy's 
cock still hard and slipping into my  slick and slippery cunt with a single 
easy push.  My eyes rolling in my  head as I feel the cock fill my insides 
again.  Not as thick as Cue Ball's  but still a hefty girth, pushing my walls 
apart and pumping the seed already  there, deeper into my tunnel.  Feeling 
myself rocking back and forth  spitted on a pair of black cocks, as one pounds 
into my mouth, holding my head  against his groin and jerking his hips to 
fuck my mouth and throat.  Tears  easing from my eyes as rock in response to 
the strokes. Legs flexing as I  rock back and forth, till they change the 
rhythm and both jab at the same  time.  My lips upper and lower becoming sore 
and bruised as I am pinned  between the two young men.
    Choking and spitting as the one in my  mouth cruelly bangs against my 
lips and the rough hair irritates my soft flesh  around my lips and chin.  
Ball sack, popping under my chin with each  stroke.  My insides roiling as in 
spite of the rough use, feeling my walls  contracting on the thick black 
cock inside of me, a small orgasm of release,  milking his cock as I rock on my 
knees on the sofa,  my walls squeezing and  clenching spasticly as if cum 
hard on his cock.
    Feeling first a weak spurt of cum  filling my mouth, then another as 
Cue Ball fills my mouth with another load of  his seed.   Still rocking on 
Randy's cock as he continues to fuck my  cunt.  Then quivering as I feel him 
cum again, also spilling his seed in my  well used pussy. Panting and hissing 
as I realize I never even asked him not to  seed me.  Feeling him pull out 
of my cunt and his seed dripping out of my  bruised and gapping hole.
    Collapsing on the sofa, seeded and  bred by these two young black 
studs.  Half naked and dripping fertile  seed.  Trying to settle down as I look 
at the young men, and seeing they  won't meet my eyes.  Grabbing my panties 
and wiping at my scummy labia and  thighs, sticky with seed, jamming them 
against my opening, as I find my bra and  blouse and vest and putting them on 
in the quietness of the room.  The TV  now off, the two men standing around, 
not saying a word.  Wiping between my  legs again as I pull my skirt down 
over my hips and ass, covering my thighs and  lower as I roll it down to its 
original length.
    Awkwardly stuffing my panties in my  back pack.  "I have to go.  Thanks 
for the lemonade."  My words  inane, as I stand with more cum leaking down 
from my naked pussy.
    "Yeah, see you soon."  Randy and  Cue Ball both waving a hand.  Not 
sure what to do, then turning to  leave.  "You were good MSW."
    Turning back to look at them, then  shaking my head as I close the door 
behind me.  Tears rolling down my face,  as I walk down the stairs.  
Feeling the fullness of my swollen cunt lips  between my thighs as I move.
    Knowing that the guys set me up,  knowing that they were aware of my 
nickname, or one of them from school.   Mansion Square Whore.  I never 
pretended to be a virgin.    The girls and boys at school gave me that name, for my 
supposed willingness to  give a boy a hand job or blow job or a fuck after 
a date in payment.    RBJ being their other nickname, Raven Blow Job .  I 
have jerked off guys  and given them blow jobs and a few even fucked; but not 
payment for  being nice to me, but because I enjoyed those activities.  Till 
now I never  had a man cum inside of me; but I can't say that anymore.  
Licking at my  lips, tasting the cum and my salty tears, as I walk the short 
blocks to my  house.  Sore and satisfied.  Wiping between my thighs again and  
sucking on my panties, tasting the thick taste of the seed and my body  
scent.  Smiling as I tuck them back in my backpack and climb the stairs to  my 
third floor apartment.  And most likely waiting mom.
    
 
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