0 comments/ 49852 views/ 2 favorites The Championship By: Omniangel The crowd roared with delight as Trish Stratus deftly removed Lita's pink top and threw it to the mat. The tall redhead's bright blue bra shimmered in the glaring arena lights, proving to us all that Lita was quite well-endowed herself. Perhaps she wasn't as freakishly huge as someone like Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, but her breast size fit her slim figure nicely. I could see why the fans liked these 'bra and panties' matches so much, causing me to feel strangely embarassed that this was my first time viewing such a spectacle. Despite the fact that I worked for the company, I rarely got the chance to see any WWF programming. After a hard day's work, I was usually too exhausted to stay at the arenas and enjoy the fruits of my labour. Tonight's RAW was a different story however, and due to recent events involving certain WWF divas and myself (which you may or may not have read about), I was taking a stronger interest in the finished WWF product. My liasons with Stratus herself, Stacy Kiebler and Torrie Wilson had piqued my curiosity in both the television programming and the 'house shows' (non-televised events for the unaware). The Women's Title was hanging in a precarious balance in this match, but that fact took a backseat to the two lovely ladies attempting to strip each other to their undergarments within the ring. Trish was the current champion and thus far it looked as if she was going to retain it. Lita was missing her top and Trish was still fully-clothed, swaying the odds in the buxom blonde's favour. Lita kicked Stratus in the gut, then threw her to the mat by the hair. As Trish squirmed in pain, her opponent tore her green sequined shirt from her back, revealing a lacy white bra underneath. Lita held it aloft as if it were the Ten Commandments and God himself were judging her based on her performance tonight. The fans cheered her on. As the contest continued, I became more and more enamoured with the talented redhead. Lita was obviously skilled in mat technique, but it was her exotic apparel and her connection to the audience which appealed to me most. Oh, and her killer body. Within the span of a few minutes, Trish was stripped of her black leather pants and Lita was crowned the new champion. As Trish exited the ring to the catchy guitar riffs of her rival's theme music, a devious thought entered my mind. Since my luck had held up so well with the other three girls, I decided to approach Lita in the back and offer her my 'congratulations'. * * * Following Lita backstage wasn't as easy as I had hoped, since the area was crowded with other employees preparing for their varied roles in the show tonight. I passed the decidedly British William Regal, the decidedly Texas Steve Austin and the decidedly God-knows-what Kane. Normally, a fan would be ecstatic to meet such personalities but I was used to seeing these muscle-bound behemoths around the WWF locker rooms. They paid me no heed, and I paid them none in return. My mind was on the new Women's Champion. I traced her path to the showers, bringing back fond memories of my first conquest in the last few days. As she was heading inside, I tapped her on the shoulder where she had decided to place a large green tattoo of what looked to be a dragon or reptile of some sort. "Can I help you?" she asked, looking a little annoyed. "I just wanted to congratulate you on your win." I replied. "Thanks. I appreciate that." she turned to go inside. "Wait! I... um... I..." the words didn't form as quickly in my head as my mouth tried to express them. "Yes?" "I wanted to know if you'd like some company." I sounded incredibly stupid, even I could tell. She chuckled, "No thanks, Casnanova." She opened the door and vanished inside, leaving me dejected and frowning. "Hey! Why the long face, handsome?" It was Trish, with a robe on to cover her near-naked body. She was headed to the showers too, it seemed. "Lita didn't seem to appreciate my offer." I pouted. "What offer?" "You know." "Oh, I get it. I wasn't enough for you, huh?" she smiled teasingly. "It's not that, I just-" "Don't worry about it. As long as you're not abandoning little ol' me, I don't mind you having a little fun. I know I would in your shoes." she was an understanding woman, and my heart twitched a little at the thought of us together again. Heart, dick, whatever. "If it'll make you feel any better, I'll talk to her in there and tell her about you, k?" she offered helpfully. "Do you know how surreal this is? You helping me screw other girls after I tried to rape you?" I couldn't help but point out the obvious. "Yeah, it's kinda weird. In all honesty, it makes me kinda horny thinking about it." she winked, then pushed past me to enter the showers. * * * I was just about to drive home when someone called to me from the back entrance of the arena. I turned from the door of my car to see Lita, dressed in a long grey trenchcoat and holding an umbrella to protect her from the light drizzle which filled the night air. She waved at me to join her. I jogged over and hid my head beneath her umbrella, since I had no such luxury and was already drenched. She giggled at my misfortune. "You look a little waterlogged." she pointed out. "A little." "Almost everyone else has gone to their hotels. It's only me and a few of the stagehands left inside. Did you want to come in and talk?" she asked. "Well, sure, I guess. Thanks." We headed back into the arena, through the various drab hallways and eventually into what I guessed to be Lita's locker room. Normally there would be various items of her clothing hanging about, but since we were all heading to a new city tomorrow, the room was bare. She removed her trenchcoat, revealing a simple murky-coloured outfit which was a far cry from her usual eye-catching ring attire. "I'd offer you something to drink, but they took the fridge from here an hour ago." she motioned at an empty spot in the corner. "That's okay. Thanks anyway." "Anyway, I'm sorry about before. Trish explained who you were and I felt sorta bad about being so curt with you. I thought you were another crazed fan." "I'm sure there's armies of them after you." I said. "Not really. I spend a lot of time alone." "What about the Hardys?" In the WWF storyline, she was accompanied by two brothers. In many instances, I found that groups such as these spent time together away from the company as well. "They're nice guys and all, I just prefer to be alone most of the time." "Don't you find that kind of isolation lonely?" "Sometimes." she shrugged. "Is there anything I can do?" I hoped there was, if you follow me. Call me a horny bastard, but she was intoxicating in both her looks and scent. I couldn't help myself. "You're not gonna let up, are you?" she smirked at me. "Nope. I've been on a mission of sorts lately." "Messing around with all the women here, huh?" "Not yet. You'll be the fourth." I reached out to stroke her long, straight hair. She made no move to stop me, but also showed no signs of interest. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" her eyes flashed. "I've found that some confidence gets you where you're going." "And where are you going now?" "Here." I leaned in and kissed her as passionately as I could. She drew away at first, then pressed her lips back into mine. Her tongue snaked out and invaded my mouth. Lita's hand slid up my leg, drawing ever nearer to my crotch. It seemed she was as desperate for intimacy as all of the other WWF girls I had met, just a little better at supressing it. I broke the kiss to lean down and kiss one of her ample breasts through her shirt. Her hands mingled in my hair, then pushed me further down her body. I knew what she wanted and peeled her pants down to her ankles. She was wearing a tiger-striped thong, which was at least one aspect of her character that they shared. I stripped the undergarment from her hips, putting myself face-to-cunt with her red bush. She spread her legs, revealing a dripping wet slit to my gaze. I spread the lips of her pussy and licked at the erect clit hidden within, eliciting a moan from above. The taste was indescribable, sweet yet tangy all at once. She ground her pussy into my face, pushing the back of my head forward with her hands. Just as I thought I was going to suffocate in her snatch, Lita drew me away and led my lips back to her own. As we kissed, she unbottoned her shirt and flung it to the other side of the room. Her bra was much more simply designed than her thong, merely a thin white cotton material. She reached behind her back and hastily freed her lovely tits from their confinement. They were large and firm, topped with small dark areola and engorged eraser-sized nipples. I fondled her breasts as we continued our deep embrace, squeezing the hardened nipples and rolling them around in my fingertips. I couldn't stand it any longer, and unzipped my pants to pull my erect cock from within. She took the hint well, reaching down to stroke my meat rhythmically with her hands. I stood, leaving her face directly in line with my pulsing member. Lita stared at it for a few seconds, then hesitantly leaned in to kiss the head. My cock twitched as her lips came into contact with it, inviting her to continue. She obliged by drawing the shaft into her wet mouth and slipping her tongue around the crown playfully. I groaned, pushing my hips forward to force more of my dick into her willing throat. She bobbed her head on my meat for a few minutes, drawing back in long strokes and shoving the length forcefully back into her mouth numerous times. It felt like heaven, but before I could object she had slipped the one-eyed beast from her lips and was lying down on the cement floor, legs spread wide. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked, eyes locked on my own. "Hell yes!" I lay down on top of her, positioning the head of my cock at the dripping entrance to her cunt. In one stroke, I embedded myself to the base. My balls made a loud slapping noise against her ass as I began to pump into her pussy like a man possessed. I slid nearly all of it out, then plunged back in repeatedly. Lita was yelping like a puppy, eyes rolled back in her head. "C'mon, fuck that pussy. Faster, c'mon!" she blurted out. I tried to obey, but my pace was about as fast as I could manage. The walls of her tunnel gripped at me methodically. I wondered if this was purposeful on her part or simply a normal female reaction. No answer came to mind, nor did I expect one. "I'm gonna come! Holy shit!" Lita began to conuvlse, twisting the top half of her body from side to side. Sweat had matted her red hair and was dribbling down her forehead. I watched her tits bounce and bob as she came, entranced by the sight of them jiggling about on her chest. She screamed quite loudly, but nobody was around to hear. The intensity of her orgasm helped to speed the process of my own, so I hastily drew out of her tight pussy and explained to her that I was about to come as well. "Come on my tits, baby!" she instructed, pushing the two enticing melons together to illustrate her point. I grabbed at my dick, pointing the head at her just as I began to erupt. Strands of thick white cum spurted out, landing on her breasts and coating the nipples throroughly. I fell to the side, thoroughly drained. Lita massaged the white goo into her breasts, lapping at her fingers when she was satisfied they were totally covered. She turned on her side to look at me. "Think you can get hard again? I want you to come in my mouth." she opened wide. "I dunno. I can try." I wasn't too confident in my answer. "I'll help." she slid down my body and took my limp cock in her mouth once more. She rolled it about, licking at the combined juices of our coupling and not seeming to mind one bit if they tasted sour. It took a few minutes, but soon she had coaxed me back to rigid readiness. Lita resumed her blowjob, sucking back at the shaft and creating a great deal of wet noise with her lips. She slid the length back into her throat while her tongue swirled around it like an ice cream cone. I moaned and bucked my hips, pushing my dick as deep into her throat as possible. I looked down to see her nose buried in my pubic hair. She deep-throated me, tongue still frantically circling around my meat at a pace I didn't know that muscle could achieve. It wasn't long before the cum was boiling in my balls again. "Here it comes!" I called out. She merely continued her movements, apparently content to accept it into her throat. I began to unload my second batch of mystery sauce for the evening, and Lita gagged only once as she swallowed it all down. With a pop, she freed my dick from her mouth. "Yummy. I haven't tasted that in a long time." "I'm glad you approve." "Anytime you want to donate, I'll be willing to swallow. I love that sorta thing." I was more than a little shocked that Lita was such a cumslut, but said nothing. We lay there for a while, but before long the clock was striking 1 AM and she made to leave. "See ya around. Don't forget my offer." and then she was gone. * * * As I drove home to my cat Ziegfried and my hotel for the evening, I considered the opportunities which lay before me at the taping tomorrow night. I hadn't exhausted all of the WWF divas ranks yet, so who should I skirt-chase next? The city lights raced by as my mind swam in the sea of possibilities. The Championship Baseball Game When we weren't in the swimming pool during the summer months, we were usually down at the community recreational center. It was pretty nice. Outside it had a lot of trees that we could loll under out of the heat and some assorted picnic tables. There were some swings, a sliding board, the obligatory basketball court, and, surprisingly, a well cared for baseball field. Of course, it wasn't regulation; it was a compromise between a softball field and a regular baseball field, but it suited the needs of the neighborhood very well. Inside the most inviting characteristic was the ice cold air conditioning. There was also a large color TV connected to cable, books and magazines, a computer, old comfortable furniture, CDs and a CD player, and the necessary Foosball table. Sometimes my friends would go outside and smoke a blunt, but I didn't usually partake. I didn't like the effects; it'd make me paranoid and horny. There's a helluva combination for you. I wanted to have sex, but I couldn't trust anybody! The rec center director was named Charles. He was real young, he had just graduated from college and he was waiting to receive his first teaching position. If I were to describe him, it would be easiest to just call him a tall bronze god (little g). He stood over six feet, his muscles had muscles, and he was so good looking he had grown women hanging off him, whenever I would see him outside of the recreational facility. The only problem was he had a sharp tongue in his head and he could be such a smart ass when he wanted to be. I mean, we knew it was all in fun, but it would get old after awhile – you know? One day he was going on and on about how we never got any real exercise and how out of shape we all were. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I jumped up and stood in front of him. "Here," I exclaimed, pushing my body up in his face. "Does this look like I'm out of shape?" Charles laughed that deep hearty laugh of his. "Miss Sara," he replied. Charles always called me Miss Sara. "I wasn't talking about that kind of shape. I bet you all couldn't even play a baseball game to the completion without having to drop out." Well, like I said before – sometimes I let my mouth overload my ass, so I go, "You're on. We'll play you all in baseball. Now what's the bet?" Charles laughed again, as my friends were falling out all over the place behind me saying, "No way!" and "Stop it, Sara! If you win, I'll take you all out to eat dinner," the young black man explained. "And if we win, you all take my team out to dinner." "Alright," I declared. "It's a deal." My friends were all moaning and groaning. The rec director responded, "We'll play in one week's time. You all can use our equipment in the game and to practice with whenever you want." I thanked him and the deal was set. ………. Well, needless to say my friends were not happy. I think my best friend at the time, Kristine, a real cute little brunette, summed it up best when she said, "Sara, you've really lost your mind this time. The other team is all boys. They're gonna kill us." I had to admit her assessment was correct based on our practices. Some of the team acted as if they had never seen a baseball, glove, or bat before. And they all threw – gasp – like girls! Haha! We had two guys and they were our pitcher and catcher, so at least we didn't have to worry about that. After our last practice, the team was clustered around me demanding that I apologize to Charles and call the game off. "No way!" I answered. "Don't worry, I have some secret weapons in mind. And all you girls remember to wear your most revealing mid-riff and the shortest shorts you own." The day of the game finally arrived and when the team arrived I noticed they had complied with my directions. They all looked very hot! And when they ran, their mid-riffs would fly up revealing their bras. I knew it wouldn't do any good to try to convince any of them not to wear their bras, but at least some of them had chosen really sexy looking ones and nobody was wearing those icky looking sport bras. Man, some of their shorts looked painted on they were so tight and I'm not sure if they were all wearing panties or not, because I just don't see where some of them had any room under their shorts. The team received it's first surprise when it arrived and discovered Catherine was going to play with us. That's right, Catherine – Mr. Boyd's girlfriend. It turned out she was a gym teacher too and when I explained it to her, she decided she wanted a piece of the action too. Since it was summer and she had declined to teach summer school, she had a job as a sales clerk at a posh downtown department store in the women's section. The statuesque brunette had arrived directly from work on her lunch hour and had to return to work right after the game, so she was wearing that same short dress she had been wearing the last time I saw her. She looked awesome. When ever she bent down, her dress was so low cut, you could see all the way down to her beautiful nipples! And she wasn't wearing a bra. I quickly recognized that she had obeyed my suggestions. Of course I was dressed in my bikini. There was no rule against that, even though when Charles saw it he attempted to claim it was against the rules. I think he had already began to get a glimmer of my plan. This was going to be a cake walk! The game started and we even had an umpire. One of Charles' staff had volunteered and I really think she didn't appreciate his sense of humor too much, because it seemed as if most of the close calls went our way. We flipped a coin to see who got to be home team and I swear the ump flipped it between her fingers after catching it. But whatever, we won the toss and picked home team, so we would have last at bats. Charles tried to act as if I had made some hideous mistake in his rather feeble attempt to convince me to change our decision. I stuck out my tongue out at him and declared, "I know a little more about the game then you think, Chas." I knew he hates being called Chas. Our pitcher's name was Bobby Foster and he was a strapping six feet, three and he pitched for his college freshman team. His catcher was his brother Jackie, who had played on the varsity at our high school school. Needless to say, Bobby struck out the side in the first inning. We came in to bat. Charles was pitching for their side and he was pretty good. I did mention he was athletic, didn't I? Our first two batters, of course, struck out, but they looked damn hot doing it with their little shirts blowing up above their bras, when they took a swing. I could tell from the look on the boys' faces on the other team that we were already getting to them. The third batter up was Catherine and I suppose Charles thought if he was nice to her maybe she would go out with him later or something. Of course he didn't realize she was a physical education teacher – not in that getup she was wearing. So he threw her a soft pitch and she swung and whistled it right by his left ear and into center field. You should have seen the expression on his face! I laughed out loud and he glared over at me. Catherine took a lead off first base and at the earliest opportunity Charles threw over there; supposing I guess to catch her unaware for the third out, so his little ego could be assuaged. Now Catherine had been in the correct baserunner's stance perfectly balanced with her feet spread apart and her knees bent, which had caused her already short dress to ride up way high on her thighs. I couldn't see well from our dugout on the first base side, but I wouldn't be surprised if her thong was completely visible. I do know that she was bent at the waist in the appropriate manner, while resting her hands on her knees and I could see the firstbaseman was very engrossed in looking down her dress at her breasts that were now completely visible down to her nipples. Unfortunately for him, Charles didn't notice the firstbaseman wasn't paying any attention until he threw over there and of course the throw went down the first baseline and into the rightfield corner. By the time the dust had settled, Catherine had scored. Mwahaha! Charles was so mad he walked our pitcher and catcher intentionally and then struck out the next girl in three straight swinging strikes. So we were ahead one to nothing. Charles led off the top of the next inning, batting in the cleanup spot naturally and hit a mammoth homerun over the leftfield fence on the first pitch. It was nothing bad against our pitcher; Charles was a grown man and Bobby was only nineteen years old. Even though another couple of guys got on base, we got out of the inning by only letting in the one run, when Kristine was kindhearted enough to strip down to her bra and panties at her position at shortstop with two on base and two out and when a three ball and two strike pitch was rocketing toward the plate. Naturally the batter completely froze, as he was staring at her and the third strike cut down the middle of the plate for strike three. Charles attempted to protest, but the ump wasn't buying a bit of it. Haha! When we got to the dugout, Kristine was blushing a bright red, but she admitted to me that she found it exciting and decided to not put her outfit back on, but to play in her underwear for the rest of the game. I slapped high five with her. As luck would have it, Kristine was our leadoff batter, and, as she is fairly short to begin with, I had instructed her to bend over as much as possible to shorten the strike zone. I laughed out loud when I saw her. She looked as if she was suffering from severe cramps she was so bent over. Charles, of course, was screaming about it and the ump said, "Play ball!" Needless to say, Kristine walked on four straight pitches. A major league pitcher couldn't have hit 'that' strike zone. Once she reached first base, the small dark-haired beauty was able to get a sizeable lead, because the first baseman kept staring at her in her skimpy bra and panties. At first, Charles attempted to get his firstbaseman's attention, but finally he gave up in frustration. He was so mad I thought I saw steam coming out of his ears. When he peered into the catcher to signal him what pitch he was going to throw, because Charles didn't take pitching advice from anybody, I was coaching first base and waved Kristine to take off running down to second. By the time Charles had realized it, she had almost reached second base, but he threw there anyway. Unfortunately for him, the shortstop who should have been covering the base, was staring at Kristine as she jogged into the base with her breasts bouncing in her flimsy bra and the throw went wildly into center field and Kristine made third. Unfortunately our next two batters struck out, as Charles really bore down and was throwing smoke. I'm ashamed to admit that one of them was me. After I made the second out, I took over coaching third base, because I had an idea. Since our next batter was a girl, Charles was taking his time and not throwing near as hard, because he realized now he might need to conserve some of his energy. I stepped up to Kristine, as she was standing on third base and whispered my plan to her. She responded by violently shaking her head no. Charles threw strike one. I attempted to convince her by pleading with her. She still shook her head in the negative. Charles threw strike two. As he went into his windup, I finally convinced Kristine and she pulled off her bra and panties and handed them to me and took off running nakedly down the thirdbase line in a wild attempt to steal home. Charles pitched the ball and the batter swung and missed – strike three! But wait – the catcher had stood up and was abjectly staring, as the beautifully nude teenage girl ran right at him and the third strike floated harmlessly by him to the backstop. By the time their catcher had retrieved the ball and thrown to firstbase, the batter was safe there and Kristine had scored. As per our arrangement, I quickly ran to our dugout and handed the flushed, sweating, out of breath Kristine her underwear and she immediately donned them. "That was awesome, dog!" I shouted at her. She just laughed insanely at me. I think for the moment the experience of publicly stripping herself naked in the middle of a baseball game had snapped her mind a little, but she soon came around. Good thing, because the next batter struck out and we needed her back at shortstop. So after two innings, we were ahead two to one. We got three quick outs, as our pitcher bore down and then we came in to hit in the bottom of the third. Catherine was our first batter and Charles wasn't messing around with her this time. He tossed up there two quick strikes and then began to nibble at the plate, hoping to entice her into swinging at a bad pitch. But Catherine was too experienced for that. She had soon worked the count to two strikes and three balls. "Time out!" I called out to the ump, who granted it and then I ran out and conferred with Catherine a few steps from home plate. The beautiful young brunette woman turned around and allowed me to pull the zipper down on her dress and then she stepped out of it revealing her beautifully shaped abundant breasts and her thong. I retreated with her outfit to the dugout. The umpire called "Resume play," and Catherine stepped into the batter's box, being careful to not bend over for fear of getting her beautiful breasts hanging in the strike zone. I could see Charles' erection from our dugout and I knew it was a lost cause for him. Sure enough, the next pitch was nowhere near the plate and Catherine walked down to first base, where I gave her the dress back. While the beautiful physical education teacher slipped her dress back on, Charles again intentionally walked our pitcher and then induced our catcher to hit into a double play and then struck out the next batter. They came in to bat for the top of the fourth. Charles led off with another huge home run, this time over the right field fence and the score was suddenly tied again, this time – two to two. Bobby got the next three batters and we came in to hit in the bottom of the fourth. I thought I saw some tightness on Charles' usually relaxed features and realized he was beginning to worry about winning the game, now that he had glimpsed my strategy. Kristine led off first and what a fighter she'd turned out to be. I had no idea about this before the game. She'd always come across to me as rather bland, but I liked to hang around her, because she had been so easy to boss around. Well, she got two strikes on her and she then called me out of the firstbase coaching box. When I got to her, she just whipped off her bra and panties and handed them to me without a word. She jumped back in the batter's box stark naked. I could see my behavior was beginning to rub off on my friends. Of course you know what happened; when the third strike came the catcher was busy watching Kristine and she was able to make it to firstbase, before he could get the ball there. A pretty big crowd had gathered from the neighborhood, because it's pretty boring in the afternoons in the summer and of course they were yelling all kinds of shit at Kristine because of her standing there totally nude except for her sneakers, but she just acted as if she didn't hear them. I offered her the underwear, but she declined saying she would stay naked, while she was on the bases. The beautifully naked Kristine didn't have any trouble stealing second and third, while the eighth place batter and I struck out. I was particularly pissed off about it, because Kristine represented the go ahead run and she was only seventy feet away. So there was two out, when Nicole got in the batter's box. After swinging and missing the first ball thrown, she stepped out and called time. She called Kristine down from thirdbase and they stood talking. I'll tell ya, if that didn't look incongruous – a team of teenage boys on the field all decked out in different uniforms, Charles pitching and Kristine, the baserunner standing there totally nude. It was a hoot! Just before Nicole resumed play she reached down and pushed her shorts down to the ground and stepped out of them! The crowd exploded, because the good looking blonde wasn't wearing any panties and she was a natural blonde too. I don't know because I'm not a guy, but I've always heard that men find a half dressed woman more erotic than one completely nude – but you know men, go figure. The half naked blonde got back in the batters box and her pussy was right on the same level as the catcher's eyes, since he was crouching. I bet you can figure out what he was looking at. As soon as Charles started to move out of the set position, Kristine took off running from third base. Nicole, in the batter's box, never moved until the last possible second, so even though the catcher was holding the ball, he was completely oblivious to anything except for Nicole's snatch. Nicole suddenly stepped out of the batter's box and Kristine slid into home safe. God! Think about that – sliding into home stark naked! But she was ok, and didn't have any strawberries from it. You know I think if those women, who played professional baseball would have played naked, they'd still be pulling in the crowds! Haha! That put us ahead three to two. The score remained that way until the top of the ninth. I know, you're saying to yourself – oh, come on, how could you still be ahead? There was two reasons. The first reason was Bobby finally got smart and started intentionally walking Charles instead of challenging him. The second reason was most of the team, except for Bobby and Jackie (damn it) had stripped down to some degree. Catherine at first base was only wearing a thong. Nicole at secondbase was still naked from the waist down. Kristine, at shortstop, had remained stark naked. Our thirdbaseman, Carrie was only wearing her panties. In fact, there wasn't a girl on our side, who hadn't removed some part of their outfits except for me. Ain't that a trip?! Anyway you know boys in their early teens can't concentrate on baseball if there's naked women around; at least these couldn't. They were like little kids in a candy store. Well, of course the shit came down just like it always does in these stories. It was the top of the ninth and we were ahead by one run. We got two quick outs, but then the bases became loaded through two hits and a hotly contested base on balls. Charles came confidently striding up to the plate and I could see Bobby was tiring quickly. I had to do something drastic right now! I called time out and then ran in from the outfield and sent Nicole out to right field, where I had been positioned. As Charles stepped into the batter's box, waving his bat menacingly at our pitcher, I moved up from the position as second baseman to standing right behind the mound. As the pitcher wound up and threw towards the plate, I quickly whipped off my bikini and stood beside Bobby stark naked. Charles immediately backed up and pointed out at me and called out, "Sara, now you quit that!" The pitch split the plate and the umpire cried, "Strike!" Hehe, Charles had forgot to call time out. Charles glared at the umpire angrily, who gazed back stoically at him. It was certainly within the rules of the game to call the pitch a strike, whether or not Charles considered himself ready. The young black man pointed his bat at me one more time in warning and then resumed his position in the batter's box. When Bobby received the ball back from his brother, he happened to glance to his right and discovered me standing there totally nude. Apparently he was the only person within miles, who hadn't known about it. When his mouth dropped agape and he stood staring at me, I nudged him and directed, "Hey! You can look at me anytime you want. Now bear down and get him and I'll let you get some." Hehe! The Championship Baseball Game The young pitcher took a big gulp and returned his attention to the batter. I wasn't kidding with him either. I rather fancied him. He was good looking and reputed to have a prick as long as his pitching arm. The three runners danced off their respective bases. Our pitcher peered in to get his sign from the catcher, but everyone realized it was all for show. Bobby was going to throw nothing, but high heat. When you're in this kind of situation, you either win or go down with your best pitch. When Bobby started his full windup, because it was very doubtful that the other team was going to attempt to steal home in such a situation with two outs in the ninth, I began to finger my pussy lips. Then as the thrown ball was rapidly approaching the plate, I used both hands and pulled my labia wide open. "Strike!" the ump called out, as Bobby's pitch split the plate. Charles was really mad now. He shouted out at me. "Sara, knock it off right now or I'll have you banned from the rec center." Charles dug in at the plate and then motioned to Bobby to bring it. This time when the young pitcher flung the ball, I jammed three fingers up my twat and began to work them in and out. Naturally enough, not being dead, Charles was watching me and not the pitch as it floated across for a called strike three! Bedlam broke out all over the field. The crowd went wild in applause and screaming its approval. Charles' team didn't act disappointed in the least, but rather they raced on the field to congratulate us and also to stay and gawk at the nude and near nude young women, while the bolder ones stayed to chat and ask for dates. As soon as I saw the umpire's arm go up calling the third strike, I took off running into center field and then hopped the low fence loping towards the rec center, because I knew Charles was gonna start out after me. As I ran along, I managed to turn my head and sure enough there was Charles about a hundred feet behind me. He was screaming obscenities at me and still waving that big bat. Now I know you would expect that a young athletic black man in the prime of his life could catch a eighteen year old girl. Well, that would ordinarily be true, but in this case I had fear on my side and it can be a big motivator, besides producing much needed adrenaline. I managed to pound into the rec center before him and ran right to his office. I didn't have enough time to get the door locked before Charles came crashing through the door. I was relieved to see he had lost the bat somewhere. "Sara!" Charles shouted, "Aha, I've caught you." I could see he was just a teensy weensy wound up, so I stepped past him and closed and locked the door. As he turned toward me with a perplexed look on his chocolate features, I reached out and slipped my left hand down into those little gym shorts he was wearing. I immediately grabbed a hold of something that felt as large as small child's arm making a fist. Geez! This guy was huge. Charles protested, "Sara, now stop that this instant!" He did seem sincere in his request, unlike a lot of men I had truck with previously, but in this case like always I paid no attention. I pulled his gym shorts down along with his jock strap. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Good God! His prick looked to be over eight-inches. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Mwahaha! "Sara," the young man. "I can't do this. I would hurt you." I stood up on my tiptoes in answer rubbing my already distended labia against the tip of his huge penis while I began to kiss him, tentatively at first and then more when he appeared to return the favor more passionately. He suddenly gathered me up in his huge arms and embraced me so fiercely if I hadn't known better I would have thought he was trying to crush the life right out of me. As it was, I almost fainted from the intensity of the entire situation. God, it was so romantic. He began to passionately kiss me all over my body, almost hyperactively, and I wanted to tell him to slow down, but I found I was unable to speak I was so swept away. As Charles had moved down and was kissing me gently and lovingly all around my twat, I gripped his behind with both of my hands and pulling him towards me, I rammed four of my fingers up his asshole and began to move them in and out. "Sara!" he cried out, in extreme pleasure. I was practically creaming myself and I think he was going to cum any minute and I wanted to feel him inside of me. I took him by the hand and led him to the couch in his office and laid down on it with my knees bent and my labia laying wide open in invitation of his big cock. Man, I was so hot he had barely pushed the tip of that monster into me and I was cumming! But it was alright, I was going off the entire time he was riding me. "Oh God damn!" Charles was shouting, I guess because I seemed so tight to him compared to a grown woman. 'Good grief,' I thought. 'Good thing I locked the door.' As the young man continued to plunge into me, I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist and joined them at the ankles, pulling him even closer to me and also tightening my pussy even more around his prick. That did it! Charles began to shoot his load of hot cum into me. It felt as though it had been delivered by a high pressure fire hose. When he finally stopped he just collapsed on top of me and we lay intertwined like that for a quarter of an hour completely exhausted between the exertion of the game and the ecstasy of our love making. Charles finally disengaged his prick from my pussy and I'll tell ya – it still looked plenty big to me. I could tell he was suddenly less than thrilled to have a stark naked eighteen year old white girl in his locked office, but he just seemed unable to concentrate at the moment for some reason. Mwahaha! The young black man suddenly pulled his shorts on and went to the door and called his assistant, who had been the umpire for the game, into his office. She was a quite attractive young woman with curly short brown hair, stood about five feet, five and had a really nice figure. Her face displayed no surprise when she saw me sitting naked on his couch, because I'm sure she had figured out that I was in there after watching Charles chase after me when the game was over. But her pretty features did take on a look of alarm at the next thing she heard from Charles, when he declared, "Rachelle, Take off your blouse and jeans." Man, I could tell she was pissed. "What?!" she sputtered, "In your dreams, buddy!" Charles angrily spoke, "This whole shit with this girl sitting in here stark naked is your fault. If you would have thrown her out of the game when you should have, none of this would have happened. Now she needs to go home and I need to not get lynched. We live in Florida, you know." Rachelle argued, "I can't go out there around those kids for the rest of my shift wearing only my bra and panties and I absolutely refuse!" Charles looked in my direction and flashed me a glance, while he said to Rachelle, "I guess you're right. We'll think of something else." I nodded at Charles that I had understood his unspoken signal. As Rachelle turned to leave the office, he leaped forward and held her by the arms with his iron grip. I began to quickly strip her down. "Stop!" she screamed. I just laughed and stripped off her underwear too. Mwahaha! She didn't want to be in her bra and panties – see how she liked that! God, she was really beautiful beneath those clothes and when I saw Charles' eyes widen at the sight of her, I knew he would be busy for the next hour or so. I dressed quickly and told Charles, as he was bent around the beautiful nude young woman that we would expect our dinner on the next evening. He waved at me in agreement, when I skipped out of his office. Mwahaha! The End of Part Ten