Boys Can t Play Basketball
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Boys Can?t Play Basketball - A Tribute free porn video
Note:
This is my third story and although English is not my fist language, I
chose it anyway to reach a broader audience.
I hope it works out in the end and the grammatical and spelling errors
don?t distract too much. I?m not telling this because I want to be
corrected via the reviews, but warn people who get distracted by these
things so much that they can?t appreciate the storyline itself.
This story is based on a phantasy I once had and only is written down,
because Wyrdey wrote something similar a while ago and Dark had the idea
to bring that story up again.
So, thanks to both of them for inspiring me. Hopefully they?ll enjoy my
story as much as I enjoyed theirs.
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"Boys can?t play basketball - a tribute"
It was 3 pm when Steve, Tom and Danny entered the school?s gymnasium. In
the small corridor between the main entrance and the field they heard
giggling from the girl?s locker-room. Steve made a face.
"Damn it!" he cursed.
Steve loved playing basketball. The only problem was, that there weren?t
too many people with the same attitude around. There was no basketball-
club in the whole city and not even a school?s team. In gym-class their
teacher only let them play once or twice in the whole school-year.
However, there had been a sparetime-club once that, under the voluntary
observation of a teacher, was allowed to use the gymnasium once a week in
the afternoon. That had been disestablished 4 years ago, because most of
the members had left school already and after that there weren?t enough
students interested to justify the use of the gymnasium and the
observation of a teacher.
A couple of weeks ago Steve had found a teacher that was willing to
oversee things on Tuesday afternoons, if there were at least 10 students
willing to participate. So Steve went around his fellow students. After
days and days Steve could only come up with a list of 4 friends and a
geeky kid named Adrian who was willing to sign just to get them the right
number.
Things seemed hopeless. But then Agnes, a girl Steve had had a crush on
for quite some time, heard about it: Her boyfriend played college
basketball so she was generally interested in trying it out herself. She
offered that she and three of her friends would sign too, if they were
allowed really to participate in playing.
Steve had seen no alternative. He thought that - over time - others might
join and the girls would lose interest after realizing that they just
could not compete.
Unfortunately, Adrian had never shown up, but therefore another of Agnes?
friends had, so now there were 5 boys and 5 girls in the club. That had
made it impossible to separate into two teams of similar strength. Over
the last 4 weeks the team with 3 girls had lost every single game.
"I hope that we?ll have even numbers for once..." Steve mumbled. Tom and
Danny just nodded.
When they entered the field it wasn?t the only bad news that all the 5
girls were there. Mike and Rob were missing, so, besides the problem with
the uneven teams, the girls even outnumbered them today.
Steve really loved the game, so he couldn?t appreciate what every other
boy would have liked about that situation: Those were 5 of the best
looking chicks on the campus. They all were slender and fit, doing lots of
other sports to stay in shape. Agnes was nearly 6 ft tall with red-blonde
curls to her shoulders. Andrea was a head shorter, with dark hair, bronze
skin and probably the most beautiful dark eyes Steve had ever seen.
Besides that she had the biggest chest of all the girls, probably a large
d-cup. Denise was some kind of female jock with especially nice legs and a
behind that looked fit to crack coconuts. Anita and Jane completed bunch,
both also very cute.
"Ok, to avoid that insulting bargaining, you boys do every other week,
today Jane and I will pick teams," Agnes said with a frown.
Since Steve already had given up his dream of just playing basketball with
the guys, he just nodded. In the end Steve was the only guy in Agnes?
team. That forced him to play most parts in defense and offense alone by
himself, especially the scoring.
After he had just sunk a nice three point shot, Andrea shouted,
"Travelling!" Everybody stopped.
"Jesus, Andrea! How often do I have to explain the rules to you. As long
as one foot doesn?t move, the other can do some steps even after I picked
up the ball."
Agnes agreed, "There wasn?t no violation, Andrea. 3 for us." Running back
to their half of the field to take defense positions, Agnes snorted,
"Start playing the ball to your teammates, Mr. Hotshot. Do you think none
of us girls can even catch the ball?"
"Tell me again after you scored only once against Tom or Danny!" Steve
answered angrily.
He looked over to the other side. They hadn?t started playing again. Tom,
Andrea and Denise were discussing.
"What?s up over there, we only have 20 minutes left," Steve shouted at
them.
"I just wanted him to explain the travelling-violation to me," Andrea
shouted back with a smile.
Steve lost it. "People, we are not here to learn basketball, we are here
to play. If you can?t play basketball, you just don?t belong here and ruin
the fun for the rest of us!"
It came out harsher then he intended to, but Steve wanted to make a point
and let out the frustration that had built up over those weeks.
"Sorry," Andrea said and it seemed like tears were welling up in her eyes.
Agnes came up behind Steve and went over to her. "Well done, you dick,"
she mumbled passing by.
Steve looked up at the ceiling. "Why me?"
"Guys, is this necessary?" Mr. Jenkins came out of the little teachers-
booth, where he usually sat and corrected math-exams while the club
played.
"All in order Mr. Jenkins, it was just the heat of the game." Steve tried
to smile and after a long frown Mr. Jenkins went back to his booth.
"Damn Andrea, stop crying or we'll lose the club in the end!" Tom seemed
to be nearly as pissed as Steve.
"Shut up, the both of you!" Agnes said. "Without us girls, no one would be
here in the first place!"
That hit. "Look, you have to admit that you girls can?t compete with us."
He earned 5 hateful stares and two silent agreements from Tom and Danny.
In a short moment of utter stupidity he said "Fine, it?s boys against
girls now. Let?s play for girls staying in the club!"
"Or you boys!" Agnes spit back and ripped the ball out of Danny?s hands.
Anita and Jane exchanged a short conversation, said bye to the other girls
and left.
"It?s still on," Agnes pouted.
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In that very second, somewhere else in the world a witch decided to use
basketball as the main battlefield in the war between the sexes.
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Tom, Danny and Steve exchanged glances. "Let?s do this!"
So now it was three boys, Steve with 6 ft 1, 160 lbs., tom with 6 ft 4,
170 lbs. and Danny with his impressive 6 ft 9, 185 lbs against Agnes (5 ft
11, 110 lbs), Denise (5 ft 8, 105 lbs) and Andrea (5 ft 4, 110 lbs).
It started to happen just when the three girls entered the boys half of
the field:
Steve picked Agnes to take away the ball from her as soon as she got hold
of it. This had gotten personal, crush or no crush. Danny towered over
Andrea and Tom approached Denise who had the ball. She held the ball over
her head to pass it over to one of the other girls. This made her chest
stick out, which Tom did not fail to notice. He stared. Suddenly her
breasts seem to shrink and a blink after that she was wearing a tight
basketball-jersey over a complete flat chest. Well not really flat,
because it looked very muscular, like a male athletes chest. Tom blinked
and concentrated on the ball again.
Meanwhile the same happened to Agnes and Andrea. Andrea always wore a very
large t-shirt for the game, because she obviously did not want everybody
to see her huge breasts to jiggle around. That wasn?t a problem anymore.
She now wore the same tight shirt in dark grey that had appeared on Denise
as well as Agnes. Both showed a very impressive muscular male chest.
Andrea could have entered the boys wrestling team now. The girls obviously
had less trouble moving the ball around to find a save pass-way but didn?t
notice any difference.
Then it was the boy?s turn. On each of the three chests small hills
appeared. They grew larger and larger until all of them had huge breasts
under their shirts.
When Denise passed the ball to Andrea, she could easily catch it and cross
to the box, because Danny crashed his upper arm into his massive tits
instead of grabbing the ball and was completely off for the moment.
Andrea scored. The boys just looked at each other in disbelief. None had
thought that the girls would score at all. That Andrea would do it against
Danny was just surreal.
"That was the last one," Danny growled and hit his chest, summoning Tom to
a chest bump. When 10 lbs. of tit had crashed into each other, both boys
flew back whimpering and cursing.
After that, sports-bras appeared on the boys. Just that type, all the
high-school-boys usually wore to gym-class. It was a very strong fabric
that even could prevent Danny?s melons from distracting him too much.
Now the boys approached the girl?s basket, passing the ball every few
steps to make the game fast and intimidate the girls. They started some
trash talk, too.
"From where should I score, muffin?" Steve mocked Agnes, who he heard to
be called muffin by her college-boyfriend before. "Just give it to me,
I?ll show this little one how a lay-up is done," Danny said, moving
towards Andrea. One could have feared that he was about to crush her with
his rack, which would have reached her way before the rest of him.
"Let?s show them how men play it," Tom wanted to add. His voice cracked
and when he said "men," he already sounded like some teenage bimbo, trying
to seduce her first football-captain.
"There will be enough points for everybody," Danny cried like a stubborn
little girl who had gotten her teddy taken away.
"Then shut up and do it," Steve cooed in a very sexy and even seductive
tone.
Danny just moved his arms around his knockers above his and nearly a yard
above Andreas head and threw it into the basket.
"Yeah!" the boys sang in there new voices. The girls smiled for a moment
like they were watching some puppies, but after a moment they concentrated
on their next move again. Nothing out of the ordinary going on.
The score was even again.
Before the boys were back on position, the neckline of their jerseys and
sports-bras started to sink far down and three porn-like cleavages were
opened up to the world. As if that wasn?t enough, shape and fabric of the
clothes changed even more, revealing the boys stomachs and pushing their
breasts up nearly to their necks. The fleshy orbs jiggled like jelly with
every step and were threatening to pop out. After another blink the boys
moved more cautious to cause less up and down movement, flowing left and
right to block the girl?s way to another lay-up. Danny?s breasts were
pushed so far up, that his areolas appeared just above the neckline. You
could easily tell that it was not much different with Tom and Steve,
because the boys obviously were so excited by the game that their nipples
were clearly visible through the push-up-bras and shirts.
When Agnes ran around Steve she intentionally touched his nipple with her
elbow. She knew what this did to boys and it had the desired effect. Steve
pulled back his arms to cover his chest and moaned with his famous sexy
voice. Now Agnes knew what some women liked about phone-sex-numbers and
why boys liked their girlfriends to touch and even suck their nipples.
She had free passage to make it 4:2 for the girls and even felt a little
sorry for using that well known trick on the boys. At least that made them
the "weaker sex" in one aspect.
Well, girls were known to be less sensitive and overly competitive and so
the boys swallowed down their anger and went for the next strike. The
girls couldn?t even understand what they were chirping to each other when
they came up. Their voices were too weak and too high to make something
out of it. "Like hens on a farm," Agnes rumbled to Andrea and Denise. Both
shouted back, "Yeah, silly things".
For a second everybody stopped and they all seemed to be shocked. But the
next moment everything went back to normal. The boys squeaked around and
the girls just laughed about it.
In the teachers-booth Mr. Jenkins absentmindedly scratched his bosom and
checked the clock - 10 minutes left.
Danny got the ball, standing in front of Andrea just where he had before.
He smiled over his cleavage down at her and wanted to shoot again. Before
he lifted his arms Andrea?s face came up to him looked him in the eye and
then way down at him. Now Andrea stood nearly 7 ft with a massive and
muscular frame that frightened little 5 ft 6 Danny with his petite size
zero figure. He somehow managed to move his
tiny arms, with the basketball that had to be held with both hands, past
his trademark tits that made him famous all over the town, looking like a
creature from a pornographic comic, and above his head. He also was able
to take his eyes away from Andrea?s abs, each bigger than his fist, to
look up, only to catch Andrea staring down his massive cleavage. "Sexist
pig," Danny cried out, hurting the girl?s ears. He wanted to punish Andrea
by scoring against her just like before. But this time Andrea easily
caught the ball with one hand and held it there. It wouldn?t have flown
more than 3 yards anyway. Everybody knew that boys were way too weak to
score from distances more than 5 yards away from the basket. Everybody
frowned at Danny for even trying.
Danny still was the tallest and the strongest of the boys, but only by one
or two inches and 5 to 10 lbs. Since their chests hadn?t shrunk, Danny had
now F-cup breasts and the other boys d-cups at least.
On the other hand Denise and Agnes were now the second and third most
athletic students of the whole school with their 6 ft 5 frames and rock
hard muscles.
So the girls had the chance to increase the point-difference to 4. They
ran towards the basket, dribbling the ball like thunder.
Grabbing his breasts with one hand, Steve was able to keep up, duck under
Andrea?s massive elbow and steal away the ball. He tipped it just enough
for Tom to catch it and hug it tight between his tits. That was a sign to
the girls, not to try to take it away without risking to be punished for
sexual harassment. They shrugged it off and went back to defend the next
girly - sorry - boyish attack.
Steve and Danny gave Tom quick claps on the butt for appreciation, which
all three girls found to be very sexy. Especially since the boy?s behinds
had just ballooned out to level out the massive cleavage at least a bit.
It strained the fabric nearly to the point of ripping, showing of the
lower part of the butt-cheeks.
The girls hips on the other hand were streamlined and the buttocks much
more flat and firm.
The next steps for the boys were very awkward because their center of
gravity seemed to sway a little with every step. As soon as they had
adjusted to that, gliding even more graciously over the field, they had
to stop again to get there luscious long hair out of the way. Danny just
put his curly jet-black hair in a pony-tail, while Steve used a purple-
pink headband to keep his blonde wavy
mane out of his face. Tom picked up his 4 butterfly hair-clips that had
obviously fallen from his straight dark-red hair to the ground all at the
same time.
"Finished with the dressing up?" Agnes asked.
"You have no idea what it is like with long hair!" the boys complained.
"You?d even play worse with it!"
It was a picture like from an adult movie: 3 lolito-like boys trying to
play basketball against 3 girls that looked like they played the game for
a living 24/7.
What was the matter again? It just looked like that when boys played
girls. What else should it look like?
The girls behaved like every other girl would in their position - puberty
and hormones and all: Whenever one of the boys had the ball and stood with
his back to his opponent, the girl pretended to go for the ball but
touched the boy on his breasts instead. When the squeaking boy tried to
cover himself, the girls would steal the ball, run over to the other side
and tried to score.
Not every move was a hit and the boys, apparently having a lot of faith in
their bras, sometimes even managed to run after them and get the ball
back, jiggling and swaying. The girls were distracted by that and let it
happen, because with a score of 12:2 they did not take the boys seriously
anymore. It would be their last game in this club. Why had they been in it
anyway?
When once again Steve had lost the ball to Agnes and tried to run after
her, he started to stumble and nearly fell, when his sneakers got tighter,
turning into a black shiny fabric. What was that about, He had played in
vinyl-ballerina-shoes all his life.
He heard the familiar cries, when Agnes scored the 14:2. He couldn?t
believe that he wouldn?t be allowed to play with the girls anymore. He
admired them for their swift and strong movements and came here to learn
something from them. No matter how they treated him and the other boys
like sex-objects and used every chance to make him feel weak. He shook
away those thoughts and adjusted his hot-pants for boys that clung to him
like a second skin.
When he approached Agnes in her defending position, seeing her stupid
over-confident smile, he noticed that she didn?t seem to tower over him so
bad anymore. Was he growing? He looked over at Danny, having heard a yelp
of joy. Danny now was eye-level with Andrea?s chest. But with their 7 inch
stiletto-pumps, boys could at least even out a bit the disadvantage of
being so much shorter. Since basketball was all about being tall, they had
to live with the handicap of having to do slow tiny steps with a lot of
hip-movement involved. That was the reason why all boys wore those shoes
for basketball.
Steve felt a sudden boost of confidence and slowly sashayed towards Agnes.
The heels, much harder than his former sneaker-soles, send shockwaves
through his body with every step, making his butt and rack bounce
uncontrollably and drawing attention of 3 pairs of girl?s eyes. It seemed
like the girls were hypnotized and Steve thought about the possibility of
scoring another point with a quick move, when his fingernails grew out
bright pink and half an inch long, touching the ball enough in the
dribbling to send it away from his short reach. The nail on the index-
finger broke and Steve cursed. Andrea woke up from her daze first, grabbed
the ball and scored the next 2 points for the girls, while Tom and Danny
came wiggling over to comfort the devastated Steve.
They all looked adorable with their puffed up red and pink lips, the
piercings, the way too much make-up and the soft facial features that boys
had. The girls were starting to feel sorry for them.
It did not help seeing their cute and tight curvy waists that Andrea
probably could put one hand around.
When Tom bent down to pick up the broken nail, Denise nearly lost it,
getting hornier than ever before in her life. In that second the cloth in
the boy?s hot-pants completely vanished and they wore nothing but a 10
inch wide belt of pink spandex. Denise could see Tom?s checks, divided by
a nearly non existing white thong. She wanted to grab him there and then
and squeeze it.
The boys tried to look angry when they came to get the ball back, but only
were more cute and sexy than ever.
Just then Mr. Jenkings strode out to them in his 5 inch adult heels, took
his whistle from in between his breasts and called the game of.
On the way to the girls locker-room Agnes couldn?t feel but satisfied,
lingered a bit to watch the boys walking out like top models in their
porn-like uniforms and shouted:
"CU in the bar tonight. Told ya: Boys just can?t play basketball!"
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