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Base

By: starova



There was a delivery call from the radio room to my courier receiver and I was to deliver a bed base to a rough neighbourhood near the city. After I picked it up, I drove the van to the address. I noticed an old Harley Davidson shovelhead bike manual lying on the front seat of a utility parked in the front driveway of the house where the delivery was to be made. There were welding tools through the open doors of the garage. 

I was always more interested in the bikes than their riders, but being a biker my-self, there was always something to talk to other owners about. Harley Davidsons and other copycat cruisers were not my type of motorbike. I thought they were a great choice if you have a need to ride slowly and to park your bike conspicuously where it could be admired for its styling. I always preferred bikes with a bit more versatility like road trail bikes with a very soft spot in my heart for go fast bikes. The smaller, the faster, the better I liked them.

I rattled the knocker on the front door of the house. The door was opened by an attractive woman aged in her late 30s.

'Yes?'

'Hi I'm Harvey and I've got a bed base to deliver.'

'Good. I'm Anne. Come in and I'll show where to put it.'

She was gorgeous and had a great body and wore a checked blue and green loose top that hid the shape of her round breasts. She wore tight jeans and had bare feet.

'Come in'. 

She showed me where the base was to be assembled. 

'Do you want me to remove the old one and replace it for you or would your partner prefer to do all that?' 

'He would prefer to but it won't happen today. He will be here in about half an hour with his mates and then we're going back out to a hotel somewhere'. 

'Would he object if it was already done?' 

'He might not even notice. Can you assemble it while I freshen up a bit? 

I removed the mattress from the old bed and dismantled the base and put all the parts with a small box of hexagon drive bolts and eight brackets out in the back yard. 

I brought in the new one and began to assemble it while Anne went to the en-suite bathroom and showered. 

After a few minutes, I had assembled all the brackets to the upright legs, attached the castor wheels and moved it into position where the old bed had been. I began to move the heavy mattress into position. As I took its weight to lower it to the bed base, my leg was in an awkward position and I twisted my ankle. 

I sat on the bed holding my ankle when Anne walked back into the bedroom. She returned from the shower wearing a towelling robe gaping open a little showing a perfect cleavage. She was towelling her hair dry and her beautiful tits were jiggling up and down as she entered the bedroom. 

She said, 'What's wrong?' 

'I twisted my left ankle. It will be better in a minute. A bit of pain, that's all.' 

'Let me have a look at that.' She sat beside me on the bed and lightly touched my ankle, and rotated my foot. 'Does that hurt?' she asked. 

She produced a beach towel from a cupboard and spread it on the bed and said 'Lie back and raise your leg. I think I can treat it for you. I'm a trained physiotherapist.'

She gently removed my boot and sock and tested my ankle for movement. 

'There might be some swelling but the amount of pain is the best symptom at the beginning. How bad is it?' 

'I think I can walk on it,' I replied

'How does this feel?' she said rubbing my ankle.

'Good.' 

I noticed her reflection in the mirrors on the door of the built in wardrobe, and as she bent forward to treat my ankle, her short robe revealed the swell of her buttocks at the top of her legs. I could feel the first stirrings of arousal as I tried to relax and let her ease the pain in my leg. 

She worked on my ankle for a few minutes and then removed my other boot and sock, and began a more relaxing massage on my right foot. 

Having my feet touched lightly has always been a turn on for me, but she was probably just giving equal treatment for both feet. I could feel my prick begin to swell all the same. She moved her hands up my leg and her soft touch was pure sensuality. When her hands moved above my knees, I thought there might be something else on her mind. I heard myself murmuring as her fingers started having a marked effect on my swelling prick.

I couldn't believe my luck, although if her partner were to wander in at this moment there would have been awkward questions to answer. Her hands kept exploring and then she had her fingertips under my shorts. My cock was quickly hardening. She remover her left hand, and felt for the shape of my stiff member. She loosened my belt and pulled my shorts down and my penis was straining against the stretch fabric of my underpants.

'I think this could use some treatment as well,' she said. 'It seems to be swollen. I could massage it for you.' 

She continued and began lightly rubbing my hardening cock as a wet stain spread at the tip. She stretched the waist-band over my penis and lowered my undies. Then holding my penis at the base with her right hand, she very lightly screwed the end with her left, bringing me closer to my climax. Her hands were like sensual exquisite stimulation. 

I told her 'I'm getting close to a climax.' 

She stopped and held it still at the base watching it pulsing in time with my thundering heart beat. She bent it lightly towards her face and diligently licked it around the head like a multi-flavoured ice-cream. She had many moves in her box of tricks to stimulation me, and seemed to want to demonstrate as many of them as time and imagination would allow. 

As she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, her robe opened and one tit had revealed itself as she positioned her face over my urgent cock. She had her knees on either side of my face and I was given a salacious close-up of her magnificent arse, and a cunt dripping with all the juices of her arousal. I wanted to lick everything that was inviting me to but I chose not to distract her from her work. I played with her feet instead while she treated herself to my demanding prick. 

She changed her position five or six times, stimulating my straining cock to even more new heights of sensuous response. 

She turned around and took me in her mouth again and was very lightly licking the underside of my penis which is the maximum turn-on for me. I was edging perilously close to erupting from my balls, right up through my straining cock. As if that wasn't enough, in the mirror, I could see her pretty little cunt between her splayed legs. I knew I had to get my swollen prick into that and soon. The thought must have occurred to both of us at the same time. 

She reversed her position and with her hands and knees straddling me, she leant down and kissed me softly while she gently held my throbbing prick in her hand.

Just then, I heard the rumble of two motorbikes in the distance and they were getting louder as they approached the house. 

She resumed lightly screwing the head, barely touching it. She began slowly ploughing it between the wet lips of her dewy slit. She seemed to be trying to get maximum pleasure from the light touch of the tip of my throbbing cock along the opening of her wet cunt. 

Her face was next to mine as she quickly swivelled her hips like a go-go dancer. Her wet hair was shaking lightly across her face and she smelt delicious, like body wash and shampoo. The bikes were getting louder. They seemed to be right outside the bedroom window. 

She impaled herself with the first two inches of my feverishly throbbing member and tensed the muscles around the opening of her vagina, then relaxed her muscles, then tensed them again, and again. I was already so turned on that I finally lost any further control I had. I was caught between fear of getting caught and over powering arousal. 

As the muscles tensed in my stomach, arse, the top of my legs, behind my knees under my arms, and my face began to flush, I lost all control. I held her hard against me, and quickly ejaculated feverishly into her body. I plunged the full eight inches into her slavering cunt for the last five or six copious squirts of semen. She squealed with a very loud and high-pitched 'OOOOOOOHHHhh' just as the painfully loud unmuffled engine noises outside her bedroom window were silenced. 

When I pushed her off me, her hips was still rutting. She came to her senses and we both quickly dressed. 

Three very mean looking dudes stood round talking as Anne helped me carefully put my left boot on. I left her in the house and departed limping through the front door. 

The man standing next to the shovelhead eyed me suspiciously and barked, 'Who the fuck are you?' 

I replied, 'Courier. I just dropped off a bed base. Delivery's included with in the price.'

'Is that right?' he said with a thick measure of menace in his voice. 'Well now that you've delivered it, why don't you climb into your pissant little van and fuck off.'

'Good suggestion. That's what I had in mind. Tell you what I'll do. I think I'll just climb into my pissant little van and fuck off. Be nice to your mother.'

I drove away laughing, yelling out loud, 'And I just fucked the arse off your very sexy girlfriend.' But I wasn't really sure who fucked whom.

Base and Sublime



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I'm jumproping outside. My girlfriend shouts out to take off my shorts. She's with her good friend. I comply on the fly, throw off the workout clothes and I'm just down to my black silk boxers, clearly turned on by this on-demand show that I get to turn back on them. Such a turn-on to have them look at me, even if they're laughing at the fact that just followed through on something I know she didn't think I'd do. So I'm in control, getting harder as I jump. It bobs around like a clumsy sword and I shake it and wiggle my prick at the sliding-glass door. I start thinking about them coming with me to the bathroom, or to eagerly slurp my cock out here on the patio. I want both of them to share dick, trading off their sucks with 50/50 joy/jealousy. Or else pump me in the shower, one hand each around my shaft, as I fondle their four plump tits with indiscriminate vigor. These fleshy, sexy, giggly college girls, so soft and supple and giggling and horny now in their giggling. I want them dog-ready, backsides obeyantly arched, their now-engorged pussies filling the room with that perfect, heavy musk that programs me and charges my balls with maximum fuel. I need that tangy stench all over me.

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She twists around to look at me. Her plump, pale ass dribbling with cum as she looks back at him with lustful approval. Her fat twists at her back but her ass remains centered and presented, holy and stable there with precious sugary cum driblets tickling her asshole and gooping down to the linoleum. There are certain kinds of flattery in this world, from the sublime to the base. This was the latter, the Marquis de Sade kind. It deserved as much recognition as anything sublime.

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Some realm of steam and naked women of every shape and size, every race and creed (though this one has a satanic denomination). A hot tub bubbling with cum. It's understood it all is mine. There sits a voluptuous Latina in just some purple silk thong, hair down to the small of her back. Her legs dangle and dip into the gurgling, bittersweet batter. Her powerful brown eyes are laden with makeup. A bit of smearing. She smiles at me and dips her hand in to trail across her neck my cream. She observes it as it dribbles down her plump cleavage, and then she casually twirls and traces it about her breasts and her erect nipples with radii of silver dollars, flicking her fingers over the heart nips as she smiles up at me.

"You did this," she says, moaning and rubbing her "creamcunt," she calls it. She continues this awhile and I am mesmerized completely, until she points across from her, where appears suddenly, like a graphic that suddenly comes into focus, a pale, freckly white woman, just as voluptuous and just as clothed (but a pink sheer thong for her), just as casual with my seed, rubbing cumfuls about her breasts (these with delicate pinkish, small nips, equally suckable) but with a faster eagerness. Several handfuls. 

Then they both point me to sit in the tub. They are something like angels—in this realm at least, to my taste at least. They both stand up and walk toward my erect lap, come closely to my cock, their tongues teasingly out, eyes never leaving my contact. One takes me in her mouth and at the moment of contact I am blind or closing my eyes, I can't tell. But one takes me in deep to her throw and closes in on it, and slurps me about, her cummed tits trailing my hard quads and loose balls. The other speaks up: "You will dream of this. This is real. You will dream of this." Then the Latina strips down her panties and presents her perfect roundness to me. The white girl pours handfuls of goop on her back and rubs it in, whitening her flesh with the sticky dreamcream. She wiggles her ass down on my cock, so veiny to sneak into her tight ass. Slowly she sits herself down on this staff, slipping me into the silken cavern, then she dips faster on me. The grip, the breast cupping, the hair tugging, the back caressing-then-scratching, the shoulder-controlling, the two hands on the rump. She says before I cum to pop it in her ass. I am into the rhythm just as—-

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You walk in blindfolded. I haven't allowed you to know where I live. I make you stand in the center of my living room. You're in a black dress and I know you've got just a thong and stocking on under all that. I order you to hike it up for me. I smack that plump ass , and you don't know how hard I am for you and I don't know yet how wet you are for me. "I'm going to eat you 'til you scream. And you're going to suck me until I cream your pretty little face."

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From here, the violin plays as a muscular ass pumps and flexes as splayed legs flail above a patched red and white quilt on the white sands. 

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You know the song: 'There's a hole in the wall where the boys can see it all. And the girls don't care cuz they see their underwear.' And then see them drop their collective drawers and unveil their varied cocks that they stick in a hole to get a thirsty whore to swallow the jizz their women won't swallow, or so they say.

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Another voluptuous woman dancing for her man on Skype, dressing up just as she said she would. She loves to be hypnotized, to hear his voice alone while she is the objectified. She loves to be told to rub it just as he commands—spread the lips and caress the clit openly, then purse them together and trickle a finger along their delicate folds. Then penetrate, slowly, one finger in, dipping in with periscopic curiosity, enjoying the silken walls squeezing on that digit dick. Then another finger, then a fast frigging as he moans and pistons his cock into a roaring—-

This is the one that is real. The story that's real. The woman has a name. It's Kristen. They barely know each other. They have corresponded pornographically for weeks but it is still more real than all the aggregate footage of pornography in his head or outside him.

When they have cum a bit, they chat a little. Strange for them. They are so used to shutting down their cyborgian screens and adjusting themselves briefly to real life before delving into that other realm of also-easily-forgotten dreams.

So the chatting goes on longer than usual.

She lights up as he's known her to do. Says she needs to get away. The weed can do the trick. He asks her why. She says to stave off the panic attack that seems to be just around the corner. He says he lights up just for fun. He thinks to himself how that's a part of his fortune. There's something more to say.

"Two family members have already passed. Freakish. I mean, one was kind of coming, but not the other. And I think there's a third one that's due soon. I can feel it. I mean, and the paranoia isn't false. I mean I have reason."

"Another one's gonna die?"

"No. Another bad thing. Think I'm gonna be evicted."

The man says nothing. She goes on and he knows he can't do much to speak from her side of things—the pain is too unique. He only sympathizes, and he's learned that presence is best.

Nothing is really accomplished that night but some kind of humanness. He goes on about his ailing father, about his anxieties of impending caregiving. The pain can hover in a suspended limbo when two people speak like this.

We bury to uncover again, we suppress to address later, we veil to unveil, we hide our heads in the sand to come up and breathe and realize that this air was meant for us. Every 'ahha' moment is made of the molecules of simplicity.

This is the realm that is real. The one where there is conversation, however brief, however far. Where the running stops and scars relax for a few minutes.

Remark on each other's wounds, curious to the touch. They are unafraid to listen and fearless to being heard. No orders are given: only the come-hither motion to notice this. Now that.



Base Heat



Eileen left the restaurant at the mall and headed for her car. It was 3pm and her stop hadn't been for food. Rather, she had sat at the bar with her husband Tom and consumed three measures of liquid courage. She had hoped she could complete her objective there but the only other patrons were three middle-aged men. She was nervous and excited, but was not discouraged as she started her engine and pulled out of the parking lot. Their plan for this contingency had been well thought out and practiced.

Just down the road, Eileen pulled to the curb. She and Tom had scouted this area for more than two months. It was less than a mile from the Navy base and there were always any number of young enlisted men milling about. Almost immediately, she selected her target, a youth clothed in his dress whites. He appeared to be between 20 and 25, about 6'3", long and lean. The hue of his skin was in deep contrast with the color of his uniform. She pulled to a stop beside the young sailor.

At 53, Eileen knew she had passed the flower of her youth, but also knew she still possessed decent looks for her age. She would have no trouble getting any number of men her own age, or any of her husband's friends. They had come on to her often enough. But, that wasn't the nature of her urge. 

A deep breath filled her lungs as she pressed the button to lower the passenger's side window.

* * * *

Blame it on Tom. He'd been the one surfing the web. He found the Dark Cavern. Yes, she had snooped, asking him what was so interesting. Who would have thought he'd be so blunt?

"White wives wanting black cock." She stood behind him, too shocked to speak or move, as he scrolled through page after page of pictures. All of them white women posing in a variety of positions with a black man, or men.

"Are...are those people real?" Eileen asked incredulously. "I mean I know they're real people, but are those women getting paid to pose for the pictures, or are they doing it because they actually have sex with those men?" Her heart skipped a beat and her voice cracked on that last word.

"I really have no way of knowing." Her husband answered. "I guess they could be professionals, but it looks like a pretty elaborate hoax if they are. I mean, why not just sell the interracial pictures? There are plenty of people willing to pay for that. Certainly we've rented adult videos before, and we're pretty mainstream. Besides, what about all the ads? They seem real"

"Ads?"

"The site is full of them." Tom flipped to an ad.

White couple, late 30's seeks handsome young black man for wife's first black-sex experience. She is blond, blue eyes, 5'6" 145#, 38D-29-37. He is straight, may watch, will not participate. Must be very well hung, the darker the better. Condoms necessary for intercourse, but will perform oral to completion. She swallows.

Eileen couldn't believe what she was reading. Here was a married couple advertising for a man -- a no, a black man -- a to have sex with the wife. There was no indication that the husband would be having sex with anyone. Just the wife. 

The wife gets some hot young stud and the husband just watches? That couldn't be real. Guys were always out sniffing around for their own pleasure. They weren't bringing something home for their wife to enjoy while they kept it zipped up themselves. No way was this real!

Eileen burst out laughing. "You can't see those are fake?" she asked her husband. "I mean, what husband is going to advertise on the web for a date for his wife?"

"I don't know, but there sure are a lot of them." Tom paged past ad after ad, some with pictures, some without, saying basically the same thing in different ways. Nearly all were searching for a black guy to be serviced by a white female. Interspersed were some ads from black guys offering their services to wives and girlfriends, but those were far fewer then the ads by couples or women. 

None of it made sense to Eileen. Tom finally paused on an ad that showed a picture of a man's torso. Ripped dark, dark abs, a white hand trying to encircle the base of a huge black cock. It was a woman's left hand and showed what were obviously a diamond engagement ring and a wedding band. If these were hoaxes, they'd certainly paid attention to the details.

Eileen was mesmerized. Her breathing was shallow. She stood stock-still and simply stared. Deep inside her, however, things were boiling as she imagined the white hand were hers. She had never really thought much about a black man. But the sight of the white skin on the black skin was driving her insane with lust. She wanted Tom to leave so she could be alone to look at the picture and masturbate. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Eileen swallowed and spoke in a shaky voice.

"Do you really think there are people that do that?"

"Yes."

"Why makes you think so?"

"Because I'd like to do it." Eileen was stunned. What did Tom just say? He wanted to do something like that?

"You'd want me to have sex with another man?"

"Yes."

"A black man?"

"Yes." Tom answered, then pause a moment. "Would you want to?"

"You're asking me to do a black guy? You're really asking me to do it with a black guy?"

"Yes." Another pause, "Do you like the picture? Does it excite you?"

"Yes."

"A lot?"

"Yes."

Tom made it quite clear he'd be more than Ok if Eileen wanted to try another man. He had no interest in using that as leverage to pressure Eileen into letting him have other women. Within a week, their plan had taken form.

* * * *

"Excuse me," Eileen smiled. 

The young navy man looked at Eileen. "Yes?"

"I'm trying to find TGI Friday's at the Base Mall. Do you know where it is?"

"Sure. It's right back that way. Less than a mile. On the right."

"I'm really shitty with directions. Would you show me? I'll pay you." Eileen showed the sailor the twenty she held in her fingers.

He glanced at his watch. "Um, sure, I guess so. I have some time." Eileen popped the lock on the passenger door of the big Lincoln Towncar. He got in.

"Right over there." He pointed to the parking lot exit.

The ride to the mall was very quick, but still long enough for the young man to notice the very short, silk dress that clung to Eileen. The tops of her nylon thigh-highs, and even some skin above them were visible as she deliberately moved her body in a manner she and Tom had practiced to make the dress shift revealingly as she drove. 

Eileen's legs were splayed widely apart as she worked the accelerator and brake. As she drove, Eileen brushed her thumb along her right leg at the stocking top. The movement looked unintended, absent minded. It was anything but, as she had practiced it almost daily, usually with Tom in the passenger seat. Her husband would provide feedback about how natural and erotic the action appeared. The stroking was subtle, yet gave the passenger an unmistakable show. The goal was to titillate without the appearance of intent.

When they reached the mall, she parked facing the door to the restaurant, but back, where no other cars were around. Eileen turned and rested her back against the driver's door. She moved her right leg onto the seat, spreading it from her left. The hem of the skirt rode high, showing the upper inside of her thigh above the stocking. She made an attempt to tug it down, but the garment was just too short to cover much. She moved her foot back down to the floor in an effort to restore some semblance modesty but ended up being and looking uncomfortable. These movements, too, Eileen had practiced to perfection. 

She was purposefully continuing to tease her young prey. She and Tom had planned all this in detail, before acting it out in the car until her actions appeared completely natural. The psychology of the tease was as follows. Let the prey see some leg, "by accident" during the drive, then even more after she parked. Let the young man feel he'd gotten a bit of a peep show, just a bit of serendipity. Something a guy can see and say to himself, I know it won't happen, but wouldn't it be nice to get a little of that. She's older, but pretty hot just the same.

As planned, Eileen executed her final movement when, sighing deeply at her discomfort, she swung her right leg back up onto the seat, and abandoned her faked modesty. During their practice sessions, this movement always produced a nice erection for Tom as he watched his wife deliberately expose herself. Now, Eileen watched as the black man stared at her legs. His expectation level just leapt from Thanks for the peek to Is something going to happen here?

"Ok, that feels better," Eileen laughed. 

Glancing down, seeing her thighs, exposed nearly to the panty, Eileen then looked back into the young sailor's eyes, letting him know she was doing this on purpose, for his benefit. She smiled at the stranger she was hoping to perform a very intimate act upon. 

"I guess I'm on display a little, huh? But it is more comfortable, and nothing a hot stud like you hasn't seen before, is it?" the pretty, mature wife asked.

Yes, Eileen knew all the angles, all the subtleties and innuendo she was employing. Giving him implicit permission to stare at her crotch, tempting him, wanting to arouse him. Calling him a "stud," implying she found him desirable, wanting him to know he aroused her.

And stare he did, not moving.

"I'm meeting my husband here in a few minutes, but I don't want sit at the bar by myself. Would you mind waiting with me?" 

Eileen knew she had reached the moment of truth. He'd either send some signal that he wanted leave and have nothing to do with this, or he wouldn't. If the former, Eileen would simply head back down the highway and begin again with the next hot looking prospect.

Staring, staring, then, "Um, no ma'am." He was hooked. 

Eileen moved immediately to the next phase of the seduction, Again, it was something she and Tom had discussed and rehearsed often. Should Eileen be coy or should she be direct? In the end, both agreed coy would be too risky. Things could take too long to develop if she waited for his move. Being direct also put her in charge of the pace and actions. Eileen was too old to be coy.

Looking directly into his eyes, she moved her right hand, holding the $20, up to his shirt pocket and tucked it in. She dropped her hand slowly, lightly grazing his chest on the way down, until it rested on his thigh about eight inches from his crotch. The young sailor swallowed hard.

Deliberately lowering her eyes to her own hand, Eileen slowly, lightly moved it up his thigh to cup his cock.

"As I said, my husband will be here shortly, but I could give you a nice blowjob before he arrives. Would you like that?"

"Yeah." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Take it out for me."

The young stud struggled to release his phallus. He was completely hard. Eileen judged it to be about 8 inches long and so thick her hand just barely closed around it. Eileen knew she had big hands for a woman completely engulfing her husband's little dick when she masturbated him. 

The cock in her hand was coal black and Eileen began to tremble with excitement. She deliberately moved her left hand to the erection. She wanted to see it clasping the black flesh with her engagement and wedding rings visible. She had fingered herself to many wonderful orgasms using the image she had seen on that web site.

"Mmmm. You look so hot. I want you to cum for me. I want to taste it," Eileen said, lowering her head.

It didn't take long, only few minutes, but Eileen's pussy throbbed the whole time she sucked that beautiful black dick. She felt so feminine that she could still attract and satisfy a hunk like this. He was all man, finally defining his relationship with her it in six big spurts. Eileen swallowed and continued sucking until his organ softened and slipped from her mouth.

"Thank you so much," she said, kissing the cock head as she tucked it back into his pants.

As she sat up, Eileen slipped her hand between her thighs with the back of her thumb up against her panty-covered clit and squeezed her legs tightly. She shuddered.

"Jesus, you've got me so wet! I'm going to feel really good later."

The young black sailor stood in the parking lot and watched as the petite blonde whose lipstick he now wore just behind his fly, exited her Lincoln. She linked her arm with that of the silver haired man whose Jaguar sat next to the Lincoln. He watched them stroll arm-in-arm to the door of the restaurant. 

Just before entering, she stopped, hooked her hand behind the gentleman's neck, and pulled his lips to hers. There was no mistaking the passion in their kiss. 

If one were able to look closely enough, one would see a small dark spot on the front of the man's slacks where his pre-cum had been leaking. Under the woman's dress, her wetness was already soaking into her stocking tops. They would continue to build up their sexual tensions for one, maybe two more drinks. 

Eileen would describe what she her encounter with the black youth in words she knew would inflame Tom. How big he was, how hot she got from holding, then sucking him, how the blowjob caused her pussy to twitch and her juices to run. 

Tom would tell her what a desirable woman she was, how it excited him to know what she could do to a young hunk, how proud her was of her oral prowess. 

A couple's sex life that had been in decline had just improved by an order of magnitude.



Base Instincts



Paul slung his briefcase on the hotel bed. Another city, another hotel. Same ol' same ol'. He sighed, loosening his necktie. Check emails, shower, dinner then bed he thought.

Setting up the laptop on the dresser, he plugged it into the socket. He walked into the bathroom and started the shower running. Pouring himself a scotch and soda from the mini bar, he sat down to read his mail.

Most of it was routine, mundane office crap he mused. Whilst sipping his drink, the mail alert flashed up on screen and a new missive appeared. He stared in shock. He'd actually got a reply! Paul had spotted a personal advertisement in the paper a couple of days ago for a trainee slave. It had been hidden well down in amongst requests for hostesses and escorts and suchlike. Paul had pondered whether it was really advisable to answer it. In for a penny he thought. He'd always been interested in BDSM, had actually visited a couple of Mistresses over the years, but never had the time to find what he sought on a more permanent level. Seeing the advert had spurred him on. Now he had his chance.

The mail was short and to the point. It told him that if his desire was to get a cheap thrill and leave, then not to bother. However, if he genuinely wanted to become a slave, then he had to prepare and present himself as per the instructions contained in the mail.

Firstly, he had to give himself an enema. Then, shave his cock and ball area until there were no hairs left. Assuming he would have taken care of his general personal hygiene, he was then to cocktie himself as per the attached document detailing that procedure. At this, Paul studied the instructions. Satisfying himself he could follow them, he continued reading the mail.

Once he had completed his ablutions and cock tying, he was to dress in outer clothes only and present himself, at the address below, the following evening at 6pm sharp. If he arrived late he could just turn around and go back from whence he came.

Paul sat there, cock rock hard and throbbing. He knew he just HAD to check this out for himself. The steam from the bathroom seeped into his room, reminding him of his surroundings. He hurried to the bathroom to shower, his mind racing through all the preparations to make before tomorrow night, mentally making a note to purchase some decent cordage in the morning.

***********

At precisely 5.50pm the following evening, Paul sat in his car, his cock throbbing with excitement and restraining cords holding him erect. He could barely contain himself and shifted around to try and get a little comfort. He had allowed plenty of time to get there and had arrived some ten minutes early. Paul mentally ticked off all his preparations against the list of instructions and knew he had followed them to the letter. The minutes he sat waiting in his car seemed an eternity. At 5.58pm he got out of his car, locked the door and walked up the path.

Paul pressed the buzzer to the left of the door. A speaker crackled into life. "Yes?" it said.

"I am here in answer to an email I received" Paul's nervousness was betrayed by the waver in his voice.

"On time, good. When this door opens I expect to see a male staring at his shoes. If you raise your eyes, this meeting will be over. Clear?" A voice, clearly used to command, barked at him in response.

"Perfectly ma'am." Paul's nervousness increased as he imagined all sorts of horrors once that door had opened. He heard the catch click and the handle began to turn. Hurriedly, Paul stared at his shoes noting, distractedly, that he really needed new ones.

"Very good start. What is your name?" a female voice enquired.

"Paul ma'am."

"Come in. Once the door is closed, you are to strip and then kneel. At no time must you raise your eyes. I decide when you are allowed to look at me, not you. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." Paul gulped. Upon entering, he followed the instructions given and knelt waiting. He sincerely hoped she would let him look soon. The anxious desperation to look up was intense.

As if reading his thoughts, a blindfold dropped over his eyes, completely obscuring his vision. Hands at his neck made him aware also of a collar being fastened. The leash clasped onto the D-ring at the front. Suddenly, Paul felt his cock-tie cord tugged. Hands again at his neck fastened the cordage to the same D-ring. Pulled taut, the cord held his cock upright and straining painfully. Paul now knew that every movement would be pure torture.

There was another tug on the leash. Paul dropped to all fours, aware of the fact that with his head held up by the leash, the cord attached to his cock and balls was even tighter. He began to follow the direction of the tugs, eager to release the pressure from his tortured genitals. Hands and knees sinking into plush carpeting, he had no idea where he was going.

With his eyes of no use, Paul's ears were attuned to a much higher degree. A whisper of wood across carpet fibre and he knew a door was being opened. A tug and Paul crawled through to the next room. But wait! Cold stone? His captor's heels clicked and clacked in front of him. Paul followed, only to find he was descending a flight of stairs. Only the sound of haunting classical music playing stopped Paul from thinking he was outside. He realised he was in some sort of basement so he followed blindly on, wondering if he was at all wise putting himself so far from the outside world. There was little he could do to change anything now even if he had wanted to, which he didn't. He realised with a start, that leaving had never entered his mind. He was captive in a stranger's house and loving every second.

Paul's captor tugged sharply, halting him. Footsteps walked around to the front of him. A pull on the leash had him lifting his head up and as he did, the tightness of the cock binding re-established itself in Paul's pain-filled consciousness. His cock throbbed mercilessly; he waited, taut as a bowstring, for he knew not what.

A step closer and Paul's face was buried deep into a warm wet opening, his nostrils filled with that musky scent known as Woman. Every other thought deserts him as instinctively Paul focuses on that scent; it is the reason he is who he is. He searches with his tongue for that bud, the one thing he craves beyond all else. His face is coated in her scent, her juices covering mouth, nose and chin as he pays homage to her. Then suddenly, she is gone.

Paul whimpered at this sudden loss. Tortured and aroused, he jumps as he is commanded to kneel. He rises from his position on all fours and sits on his heels. He realises that he can still catch her scent on his face. He inhales, holding her scent in his mind, knowing he will recognise her now, sighted or unsighted. She has marked him as her own.

She moves and his wrists are cuffed, the metal clasps clanking behind him. "UP!" Paul hastily gets to his feet at the barked command. Suddenly his ankles are kicked apart and a spreader bar is attached.

A clinking sound behind Paul puzzles him, then her footsteps move away and a soft whirring starts. Listening intently Paul becomes aware that the slack on the chain attached to his wrist cuffs is being taken up slowly. Paul is forced forwards as his wrists are raised behind him. The whirring stops. He has no choice; either he bends or the chain dislocates his shoulders. Knowing that now he is totally open to his captor, Paul blushes profusely. 

Embarrassed beyond words, Paul hangs there not daring to contemplate what will happen next. He inhales. There! It's her scent again. She must be close! Nerves verging on hysteria, Paul sobs; his mind beyond terror now, just waiting...

"Now you are mine Paul" a soft whisper, then she is gone again.

Silence.

Not a sound.

Footsteps die away.

Paul hangs there, desolate in his bindings; aware only of being left.

******

Paul's head jerks up suddenly. Used to the inky blackness of his blindfold, every nerve ending is on full alert. He could swear he just felt a light tickle on the underside of his balls; just enough to make his balls twitch. Was it something? Was his mind beginning to fabricate things? With his nerves stretched to the limit, Paul could not be sure he didn't imagine it. Not knowing.... that was the thing. Hearing nothing, a whimper escaped his lips. This meeting is far exceeding his expectations. Paul mentally took his hat off to her. He hadn't been so tormented, so frightened yet so aroused ever before.

There it is again! That insinuation of a tickle, just at his anal opening this time. Paul jumped, yelping as the sharp movement tugged anew at his bindings, setting his cock on fire again. Sweat pouring off him from nervous expectation, Paul has no idea what to think – he can't be sure if he is feeling anything or not. His nerves tell him he can feel something yet his brain logically suggests it might be playing tricks on him.

White-hot fire explodes over Paul's nipples as both are clamped. "OW!" Paul yells out in surprise as he writhes in shock, trying to get away from such torture.

Feminine laughter, full of wanton power brings him up short, telling Paul that she didn't leave him at all. She was tormenting his mind as well as his body. A weight is attached to the chain linking the nipple clamps. Pulling Paul's nipples downwards, she sets the weight swinging, causing a rhythmic pulling on his clamps. Paul moaned, the pain intense; knowing that he also throbbed further down. Suddenly a soft hand caresses his buttocks diverting his tortured mind from the pain. Paul began to feel extremely light-headed as pleasure and pain began to merge.

A lone fingertip strokes down between his ass cheeks, circling his puckered opening. Trailing down, it stroked that taut skin between balls and anus, teasing, caressing. Paul's body had not envisaged such a sharp change from pain to pleasure, his breathing coming in gasps as his already hardened cock ached anew, the fingertip driving him to new heights of passion. "Ohhhh mistress" a long, drawn-out sigh escapes his lips as he gives himself up to the new sensations she bestows on him.

"You like that, my little slut, do you not?" Soft words croon in his ear, penetrating the pleasurable fog he has around him.

"Take me mistress, I am yours" Paul groans, barely recognising his own voice, all barriers down, just a bare need aching within him.

"Oh, all in good time, slut." Her footsteps guide him as she moves to stand before him once more. Slowly the blindfold is lifted and Paul's eyes become accustomed to the flickering candlelight in the room.

At once he remembers to look at the floor, desperate to at last see his captor, but knows in this vulnerable position he could suffer further torment.

"You may look Paul; you have pleased me greatly by remembering."

Paul's body was on fire yet he forgot all else as his eyes feasted upon her. Standing before him, clad in a deep purple velvet corset edged with lace, her voluptuous figure looked as if it might spill over the top should she move suddenly. Black stockings clung to her shapely legs, ending with dainty feet in stilettos Paul would have given a body part to kiss. Gazing upwards with some discomfort, given his torturous position, Paul at last saw the face of his tormentor.

Deep blue eyes regarded him, an eyebrow lifted as she looked down at him. Cherry red lips and a flawless complexion was framed by an elegantly coiffed strawberry-blonde head of hair.

"So now you know" Paul's mistress mused, smiling. Walking again, she moved to his side. Reaching under Paul's body, she circled the tip of his cock, catching the pre-cum leaking copiously. Hearing his sweet agonised moans sent a rush of juices to her pussy causing her to moan softly in response. Walking back to face Paul again, she began pleasuring herself, watching Paul's shocked face as he watched, unable to tear his gaze from her fingers. Paul inhaled her scent again as her fingers glistened with fresh juices. Holding them out to him she murmurs "Taste slut"

Moaning and barely able to reach, he stretches forwards; finally giving in to the fresh torment from the cocktie and swinging weight, just to taste her. Pleasure and pain again combined. Paul lapped furiously, not wanting to waste a drop.

"That's it slut. Work for it." Her soft voice crooned as she pleasured herself with her other hand. Grabbing his head as he finished licking, she thrust him hard against her pussy. Paul set to with gusto, lapping and teasing the clit that had tormented him throughout this entire encounter. Suddenly she cried out and climaxed, sending wave after wave of juice flooding over his face. Scarcely able to breathe every joint, limb and muscle in Paul's body crying for release, he knew he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Paul saw stars as his lungs screamed for air. Her hand still held him fast as she shuddered and writhed against him. Release from her vice-like grip set him swaying violently against the hoist chain. His arms felt like they were being torn from their sockets as Paul screamed in pain. She caught him, held him as he sobbed against her.

"There Paul, Sshh" she soothed, stroking his head. "It's ok, no more pain Paul; it's over sweeting." Slowly she began releasing clamps, chains and cuffs until Paul was free. He collapsed to the floor, chest heaving, and his mind awash with different sensations. His body, so long deprived of blood in many areas, stung as muscles began to refill. Moaning and gasping, he curled up into a ball at her feet.

Bending down, she snapped the leash back on his collar and said softly, "Come." Feeling the tug on the leash, Paul reluctantly rose and followed on all fours, not daring to trust his legs yet.

She led him to an antechamber within the basement. Switching on the light, this room was tastefully decorated in a modern style with a soft bed the centre of attention and a shower stall in one corner. Leading him to the shower, she removed the collar and leash from Paul and ushered him in. Turning on the water, Paul let the heat soak into his tired muscles.

Slowly normality returned. He began to soap his body, the water cascading over him in a powerful jet. His mind still jumbled, all he could think about was her voice, her scent, her touch searing into his very soul. As if reading his thoughts, her hands began soaping his back as she stepped into the shower behind him. Caressing his body, she let her hands explore every part of him. Paul's cock sprang up in quick response – he could not control it, nor did he want to; she had control now, totally. He moaned softly, his head resting against the cool tiles.

She chuckled throatily in his ear as she found his turgid reaction to her caresses, her full breasts and hard nipples pressing into his back. She took the length of him in her hand and began stroking him purposefully.

Giving himself up to the pleasure she was giving him, Paul felt the pressure start low in his balls, the sac tightening in preparation of an immense climax. "Mistress" he gasped, "I – I – don't think I will last"

Nibbling his ear, she whispered "Cum for me slut."

Thick ropes of cum spurted forth as all the pent-up emotions from earlier flooded his being. "Thank you mistress" Paul whispered gratefully, his legs turning to jelly once more.

Turning off the shower, this amazing mistress helped him out and into a warm towel, patting him dry and making sure of his recovery. Drying herself, she gave him a robe and took one for herself.

"Normally slut, you would bathe your mistress, but you showed remarkable forbearance today and pleased me greatly. Come, follow me." So saying, she turned and walked back into the dungeon. Motioning him to sit, she walked to a drawer. Opening it, she retrieved a compact metal object.

Standing before him she looked into his eyes. Paul inwardly quaked at that look but gazed up at her steadily. Seemingly satisfied, she began speaking.

"What transpired today has exceeded my expectations Paul. You responded well. I am therefore willing to take you as my trainee slave. If you decide to take on the training, you will accept any and all control by me. What is your decision?"

Paul sat and thought, his palms sweating. Excitement tinged with terror coursed through his body. He had never felt so alive or so fulfilled. He had no idea what to expect, except that it would be different from anything else he had ever experienced. Softly he replied. "Madame, you have shown me what a slut I can be; you have the power to control me whether I want it or not. I do want it, more than anything." Smiling shyly, he risked a quick look up at her.

"Good. You spoke well slave." Bending down she swiftly encased his now flaccid member in a curved metal chastity. Taking a small padlock, she closed the clasp with a definite click. "Welcome home Paul."



Baseball....



I am a 22 year old blonde woman. I work in a restaurant as a waitress. I am of average build and have long blonde hair. I am reasonably attractive so I have been told.

I want to recant a day that changed my life, my outlook and what I needed from men forever. 

It was an average night at work, summertime so it was warm out, the usual crowd was there. I had a fairly busy night at work. It was getting to be closing time and I was getting tired. I had to pick up and get my tables cleaned and reset for the breakfast shift. I had to walk home for I had walked to work, since it was going to be a beautiful day and night. So I went to get my purse and short sweater to put on and walk home. A few of the other girls had offered me a ride home and I refused. It was a gorgeous night out. They were worried about me walking past the baseball field alone. I let them know that I grew up here and had walked through there many nights and things were fine. I was not afraid.

So as I was walking and looking up at the sky, I heard something sounded like bushes rustling. I looked out at the field and saw nothing. So I continued walking. Then out of nowhere I felt a hand around my mouth and I was being dragged down onto the field and as I tried to bite my attacker and kick him and get away, I could not, despite my efforts as I opened my eyes I realized that there were more than one, there were 5. All muscular young men, who wanted to have their way with me. I was very scared, I was shaking. The men were holding me and they tied a bandana so tightly around my mouth that I could not scream for help.

They stood over me while trying to figure out how they were going to all have their way with me, without me screaming and causing them to get caught. So as they discussed who would start I tried to get up...the biggest one smacked me and knocked me down. The other one showed me a knife, I just sat back down and was quiet, and then they knew just how they would get this done. They could see I was petrified of the knife. They kept the gag on, while they all took a limb and held me down...at this point I was starting to get exhausted, too much to fight anymore. The tall man had the knife, and cut my top off along with my bra. They just lifted my skirt and ripped off my panties...as he did that he noticed they were kind of wet. They were, and I could not figure out why I was getting sort of turned on by this whole event, but I was, and he knew it. Then it became a game. He stuck his fingers in my wet pussy just a little, enough to make my hips move...the others were gasping at the thought of me actually wanted them to do this.

As he was teasing my pussy the other boys each had a leg and my arms pinned down, but the ones who had my arms were putting their hard cocks in my hands for me to jerk them off. So I did, and they were moaning so deeply, again turning me on. I had to fight a little bit because the roughness is what I was enjoying. So as the tall man had his fingers in me I started to moan and rock my hips into his fingers as if I were asking him for more. He gave me what I asked for, he entered 2, then 3 I started rocking harder while rubbing the other cocks. Then 4, then he just dumped his whole fist in me, I found myself yelling through the gag "Fuck me harder", "Fist my pussy". I could not even think about what I was saying to these vile men.

The others were so hard and wanted my mouth on their dicks. So off went the gag and in slipped a big dripping cock. As he had my hair and slamming his dick in and out of my mouth, I thought I might puke, he was gagging me so much. I was still being fist fucked and just squirting everywhere. Two of the men at my feet were getting so fucking horny just watching what was happening to me and that I was loving every minute of this experience. I think one of them already came in his pants. 

The man that was fisting me, could not take any more....and he said he had to "fuck my pussy and had to fuck it now!" So I let him, and I bucked my hips against his so hard as if to say "Harder asshole, fuck me harder." He pulled out and spread cum all over my tits. The other guys I was jerking off just rubbed it all over my nipples as they both moaned. I asked them to pinch them hard, the harder they pinched them the more wet my pussy was. So they decided to switch positions, and the men who held my legs flipped me over and one said "you want to get spanked bitch", I said "do what you think you need to asshole." So he did...my ass cheeks must have been so fucking red, I loved it. One guy laid down on his back and the other one shoved me on top of him. The guy stuck his huge hard cock into my ass so deep that I thought I was going to choke on it, while the other one put his cock in my swollen, wet pussy. I was getting DP'd for the first time on a baseball field. I lifted my head to moan and another dick was cumming on my face while he was jerking off, and right after that another one shoved right into my mouth, with someone else pulling my hair onto his cock saying "Suck it cunt." I was getting fucked in every hole I had available and begging for more. I was so intrigued by what was going on, it was like my holes were dripping with my own cum, along with everyone else. It was so exciting.

Now I was getting fucked so hard, and spanked and choked. I had no choice, they were making me do it, and I loved it. Everyone seemed to cum all at the same time, I was screaming with pleasure, and those men thought they were getting the best of , little did they know that I would enjoy it. 

Now I see those men every so often now on that field, so they can "rape" me and fuck me in the manner in which they taught me. I learned a lot that night that I did not know. I love to be roughed up a bit, and I beg for it now.



Baseball & Hot Tubs...



Baseball & Hot Tubs...Who Would Have Guessed Their Relation?

The baseball season is in full swing here again in SW Virginia. My husband and I have always enjoyed going to the games, and the more friends who come with us the merrier. Well, last Thursday (which was Thirsty Thursday) with beer flowing at 75cents a glass, my hubby and his best friend Jeff were feeling NO pain. I have to pause here to tell you that I am very sexually attracted to Jeff. There is a sexual chemistry there that has been brewing for many, many months. We have never done more than casually flirt and light petting when we've all gotten together for a party or a night out for dinner and whatnot. 

As the guys were tied up watching the game, I slipped away to find the little girls room, and much to my suprise, I ran into a guy from highschool that I went out with a few times. His name is Todd, and he introduced me to his wife, Lisa. I have not seen Todd since HS, and I can tell you that he has changed a lot over the last 12 years. His wife, Lisa, is a complete knockout. We all started talking, and Lisa and I really hit it off. We talked like we've been friends forever...which I find that is hard to do with other females. I tend to get along with guys better, and I have always had a hard time finding many girlfriends to hang out with. Well, Todd went back to his seat and left us to chat. Be that as it may, the conversation turned to sex. I don't remember exactly how we came upon the topic, but she said that Todd had a big fantasy of having a threesome, and she wouldn't mind trying a BI-experience herself. 

Now, at this point, I was totally hooked on the idea, and trying to remain casual and unflustered on the outside. The idea made me so horny, and what better person to try this with than someone that I knew and his attractive wife. Neither of us made any reference to the three of us, but I think the idea had been planted. We both wandered back to our respective parties and agreed to chat later. I ran into Todd later in the ballgame, and by the grin on his face, I could tell that he and Lisa had discussed the possibility. What has resulted has been a cat and mouse game of email over the past week. He said that he and Lisa talked this week, she thinks she would like to try the BI-experience, but him as a strictly hands off watcher. Now why does this upset me?? I frankly don't like the idea of having someone watch without the possibility of them joining in. It may be her insecurities coming out. She knows that Todd and I dated at some point in the past, and she is afraid that I might become interested in him again? I don't know...

And to continue the story...Todd and Lisa went their own way after the ballgame, which left my husband, Jeff and myself....and let me remind you, I was so horny at this point. I still get wet thinking of what happened later in the night. Jeff suggested we go back to his place (only about 2 miles from our house) and get in the hot tub after the baseball game. Bingo...lucky night for me! 

My husband immediately stripped down and got in the hot tub, and I was much more reserved, not wanting to strip down in front of Jeff, especially with hubby watching. I opted for the modest act and told them I was coming back home to get a T-shirt, some towels and warm clothes for when we got out. Jeff so obligingly offered to come with me, and my husband didn't object, so we drove the two short miles back here, which seemed like an eternity!! Jeff teased me the whole time I was driving, running his hands along my inner thighs and teasing my pussy outside of my jeans to the point of near distraction. I was sure he could tell how wet I was. When we got into the house, I thought I was leaving him in the living room, and when I started up the stairs to get the towels, I felt him grab my ankle. I turned around to see him below me, his dick out of his jeans, and staring me with all its hardness in my face. What was girl to do but sit down and start enjoying herself. 

I briefly sucked the length of him, listening to his moans until a moment of "Oh my God ...what are you doing?" crept into my head. I stopped what I was doing and told him I didn't think it was right. Being the nice guy that Jeff is, he asked my what I wanted, and to be honest, all I could think was that I wanted his cock deep inside me satisfying this hunger that I've had for him, but I lied and told him that I didn't know....it just wasn't right. We'd left my husband and his friend in the hot tub at this house, and he was expecting us back soon since it wasn't that far away. Silly me had to say, "And what is it that you want?". Did I get quite the answer. He said "I want to fuck your ass". That was enough to render me speechless as I stumbled for clothes and towels. I pretended to ignore the comment and grabbed keys, heading back towards the door. Needless to say, the ride back was uncomfortable, I imagine he was lamenting on what had almost happened as much I was.

When we got back to Jeff's, he stripped down to his briefs and got in with my husband, and I turned my back to slip off my jeans, my blouse and my bra. I put on a simple T-shirt and climbed in also. My husband quickly approached me and pulled the shirt off and said you couldn't really see anything. It was dark, and we were outside. Now here is where it gets interesting I am sitting in this hot tub, my husband to my left playing with my breasts, and Jeff to my right trying with all his might to get into my panties. I thought I was going to die when my husband moved his hand down and touched Jeff's hand. No words were ever spoken, but it was like an unsaid understanding that it was OK. 

To be honest, I didn't know whether to be pissed that my husband was willingly let his best friend take me, or whether to enjoy the pleasure of two men at my disposal. So here we all sit, no one wanting to make the next move. I don't know how many minutes passed until my husband sat me up on the side of the hot tub and started eating me out. I felt so wicked, like such an exhibitionist...Jeff watching me as I wiggled and squirmed closer to make myself cum. I wanted a dick inside of me so badly!!! I whispered in my husbands ear about taking him and Jeff at the same time. He didn't answer me, but sat up on the edge where I had been, and pushed my mouth down to his dick. The next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my ass cheek, and felt Jeff's hand slide towards my pussy and my clit. 

He positioned himself behind me and slid in. I felt like I was making a XXX rated movie, and I was loving every minute of it!!! I shyly and coyly asked my husband if I could sit on him and let Jeff take me in my ass, or vice-versa. Leave it to me to have a homophobic husband who refused to go along with the idea. Jeff was eager to comply, but my husband was adamant against it...simply bbecause "I don't want to feel another guy's balls slapping against mine"... Big sigh here...I don't know what was driving me, but I wanted it badly!! So, that is how my night ended, my husband cuming in my mouth, Jeff pulling out to come on my backside. 

That night was like a sexual awakening to me. I began to look at women in a different light after meeting Lisa. I hope we stay in touch and mayhap fulfill Todd's fantasy for the three of us...but then again, I can't complain about my husband and Jeff's loving later that night. I just know that I hope to be going to a lot more ball games this summer...



Baseball Annie



This is my entry in the Literotica Summer Lovin' Contest. I hope you read it and enjoy it and vote accordingly. It is a story of one aspect of Baseball, the great American summer pastime, and I believe it fits perfectly in the theme of this contest. 

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It was a Friday night in August as Sylvia Jones shuffled her feet impatiently while waiting outside the door of the Las Vegas Comets' locker room. The team had begun a home stand with an easy victory that night and that meant the players would be in the mood for a little loving from Sylvia and the other eager women who were waiting next to her. Like her, they had all attended the ball game that night. Some of them had left even before the last outs were recorded so they could wait for their idols to leave the clubhouse and choose them as sex partners for the night, maybe even for the ten day duration of the home stand. The location was strategically chosen because the Las Vegas players would all have to pass through the group of women to get to their cars and pickup trucks in that section of the parking lot reserved for them. 

A few days after graduating from her local high school, shortly after reaching her 18th birthday, Sylvia had moved to the city. She hoped and believed she would be able to enjoy frequent romps in bed with her heroes, the players on the major league baseball team that had just been moved to Las Vegas. If anybody asked why she was leaving her home town, she told them she was going to Las Vegas to find a job and attend college. Those goals were both true but, once Sylvia found that employment, she set out to fulfill her true ambition, which was to have as much sex as possible with as many of the members of her favorite baseball team as she could. She had even shaved her pussy that morning so it would be ready for the fun she hoped to have after the evening's game ended. 

There were other young women there too but not so many that she expected to have any problems getting at least one of the Comets to notice and choose her. Sylvia's dark brown hair, which cascaded over her shoulders to her waist and her pretty face, big breasts and shapely ass could be expected to ensure her the attentions of at least one of the young men on the team. Wanting to make sure those assets were properly displayed, she was wearing a short, tight skirt and a low-cut blouse with no bra under it and she had been practicing moving around braless so her breasts would sway enticingly. 

Some people, probably including the player or players whom she hoped would be her sex partners that night and in the future, would call her a Baseball Annie. The epithet was one of mild derision but that didn't bother Sylvia. She knew exactly what she wanted and was going after it and didn't really care whether or not anybody disapproved of her actions. That attitude had almost always worked out to her advantage, such as the time it enabled her to go steady with the star shortstop and best hitter on the high school baseball team until he graduated and went away to a big university in the Pacific Twelve Conference with a baseball scholarship. 

There were other happy triumphs that had resulted from her going after what she wanted and that night Sylvia's goal was to fuck at least one member of the city's new baseball team. She would have preferred to take on more than that, if that were to be possible, but would gladly settle for one man at a time. 

The door from the players' locker room opened and a muscular young man emerged. Sylvia recognized him as Rocky Meyers, the starting left fielder. He had gotten two hits in the game and driven in a run in their victory, besides playing well in the field so she expected him to be in a good mood. The eager girl stepped up to the front of the group and waved. 

"Oh, Rocky," she called to him, thrusting out her chest in hopes he would see her. He may or may not have noticed Sylvia but the woman behind her did. 

"Back off, Bitch!" she ordered her younger rival. "He's mine!" She punctuated her command by a push against the back of the girl she obviously thought of as an interloper. 

Sylvia stumbled and almost fell and got no sympathy from the other women who were waiting for the players to exit. They scowled and glared at her and she wondered why, until she saw Rocky walk straight up to the angry woman, hug and kiss her and walk arm in arm toward the players' part of the parking lot. Apparently, she was a steady girlfriend or even a wife, not a baseball Annie. Sylvia shrugged her shoulders in dismissal and turned back to try to entice one of the approaching players. 

She had heard it said that when one door closes, another opens and that was true for her that night. The players had seen the incident and one of them in particular was quite taken by the sexy girl who had almost fallen down. William "Stretch" Simpson, the rookie first baseman, had been looking forward to resuming play at the Comets' home park. For one thing, he liked the greater ambiance of the home dugout and clubhouse and, more important, he liked the easy availability to him and his teammates of some very hot young women. He noted the succulent ass and hips and tits of the woman who had just been assaulted and knocked off balance and quickly decided she was the one he would approach. 

"Are you alright?" he asked her. 

Sylvia knew all the players by sight and she recognized his freckles and height and red hair and mustache. "I'm okay, Stretch. Good game tonight." He had only gotten one hit in five times at bat but had made some excellent plays in the field, probably saving a couple of runs. 

"Thanks, but I'm only 'Stretch' when I'm on the ball diamond. My name is Bill otherwise. Do you need a ride somewhere?" 

"Yeah, Bill. I could use a ride back to where you're staying tonight. My name is Sylvia." 

They had been standing close together but she moved in even closer until his long arms wrapped themselves around her sexy body and held her tightly. She was built exactly the way he believed women should be built and Bill could hardly believe his luck at running into such a delightful groupie as he had that night. She held his arm as they started walking in the direction of his car. 

"Do you come to many of the games?" he asked. 

"No, tonight was my first time here. I just moved into town after I graduated from high school." 

He was glad to hear the pretty girl say she had graduated from high school because that would mean she was at least 16, the age of consent in Nevada. "Oh, that explains it because I certainly would have noticed you." 

Sylvia smiled at the compliment, slipped her arm around the man's waist and they walked like that until they reached his late model Buick. He opened and held the passenger door for her and, when he got behind the wheel, she slid over on the seat and puckered her lips for the big kiss she knew he would have for her. The second time the two pairs of lips met, both mouths were wide open and both tongues went visiting. The horny player and the hot young woman were really looking forward to what they would soon be doing, especially after her hand came to rest on his thigh and moved over to cover his stiffening cock. 

Their destination was a hotel a few miles away. Some of the players who would be looking for some action with baseball Annies that night had pooled their money and reserved a VIP suite for the entire ten days of the home stand. The players in the pool were all otherwise unattached, at least that night, and knew there is strength in numbers. They wanted to be sure no woman who joined voluntarily in their sexual escapades would have any grounds for a claim of rape nor would any of the local sharpies be able to run some kind of badger game. The players were used to showering together and generally doing things as a team so none of them had any qualms about having sex in front of the others. 

Among other amenities, guests staying in one of those expensive suites had valet parking and a private elevator direct to their floor. Bill and Sylvia were joined in the elevator cab by Oliver Flores, the right fielder and the best hitter on the team, and by one of the women she recognized as having been waiting outside the clubhouse. She didn't know the other woman's name and didn't expect to learn it. The players greeted each other vociferously and she greeted the other man by his first name. He looked at her and at his date clinging to his arm, comparing the two, and looked as if he believed he had not done as well as his teammate. 

Sylvia compared herself to the other woman too and would have agreed if anyone had said anything. She had a fleeting thought of sexually entertaining both ball players that night, either one at a time or both at once but decided to wait and see and not push her luck. There could be no possible benefit in antagonizing any of her fellow groupies but a swap of sex partners would almost certainly be enjoyed by all. It would definitely be enjoyed by her. 

Bill used his keycard to open the door and the other couple entered first, in a hurry to claim the largest of the beds available. They would not expect to have it to themselves very long but they wanted to go as first class as they could. Sylvia had no idea of the arrangement of the place but Bill led her to a slightly smaller bed which had already been turned down and, while he was standing with his back to it, their tongues and lips shared another long kiss, their most passionate one of the night until then. It was a good start but she wanted much more and was in a hurry to get it so Sylvia gave Bill's chest a slight push and he sat down on the edge of the bed. Moving quickly, she dropped to her knees and started to unzip his pants. 

He smiled and leaned back on his hands to let the sexy girl do whatever she wanted because it was obvious the baseball Annie wanted the same thing as he did. After unzipping his fly and unfastening his belt, Sylvia started tugging at his pants. Bill raised his ass from the bed to help her and she pulled them down below his knees and started untying his shoelaces. After removing his shoes, she pulled off his socks and Bill decided to get buck naked, the way he preferred during sex, and took off his shirt. 

With her chosen man of the evening almost naked, Sylvia looked with lust at the big bulge inside his jockey shorts. She hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband and pulled and, when he raised his butt again, carefully worked the underwear around his hard cock and down below his knees to join his pants. She finished removing both garments at the same time and pushed them aside so she could spread his legs and kneel between them. Resting her elbows on Bill's thighs, she fondled his cock with her hand before leaning forward to start licking the head. It felt good to her tongue and she continued taking it farther into her mouth. As she did whenever sucking a cock in a lighted place, Sylvia looked up at the man's face so she would be able to see the expressions of pleasure as they flickered across his visage. 

There were plenty of them as Bill looked down at her and liked what he saw even more than he had before. Her warm brown eyes were looking up at him with what seemed to be adoration and, even as he watched, his cock was sliding into her bright red mouth. When he saw the young woman stumbling in the parking lot, he had mostly looked at her sexy body but he realized she had a very pretty face too. He leaned back on his hands again, prepared to revel in the blow job and whatever else he and Sylvia decided to do that night. 

Being too busy relishing the feel of the cock gliding between her lips, she wasn't thinking of anything else just then. Bill had what was probably the biggest and best cock to ever be inside her mouth, long and thick enough to spread her lips perfectly but not so big that she couldn't move it around and revel in the erotic sensations she was receiving. As she slowly moved her face down and forward, Sylvia's tongue was caressing its entire length until the head reached the back of her mouth. She left it there for a few seconds before slowly raising her head and withdrawing her mouth, with her tongue being active all the while. 

With just the head nestled between her lips, Sylvia left it like that, licking the slit, while her fingers started unbuttoning her blouse. After shrugging out of the silky garment, she took Bill's cock into her mouth again but this time she did not stop when the head reached the back. She opened her throat, a trick she had learned recently, and enveloped the entire organ until his curly red pubic hair was tickling her lips and nose. Once again she stayed like that for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing her mouth. This time, she removed his cock, held it in her fingers and smiled around the thick erection at Bill's very happy face. 

He smiled back, wanting Sylvia to continue but not wanting her to rush. While they had been active, two of his teammates had entered the suite and looked in on him before taking their girls to another room. Six members of the Comets had paid their shares of the rent and there were three bedrooms, each one furnished with a king-sized bed which meant each couple would be sharing a bed with at least two other people. During a previous home stand, the same men had made the same arrangement and it had worked well. None of the women had objected and most liked the idea because it could mean fucking or otherwise enjoying sex with two or more of their heroes on the same night. Sylvia was not aware of the situation but she would have been whole-heartedly a member of that more ambitious group if she had known. 

Whatever else she might do that night, she intended to begin the sexual fun by sucking Bill's cock and swallowing a mouthful of his come so Sylvia took the stiff organ back into her mouth and resumed the strokes between her lips. Everything about what she was doing that night was great, from the feel of the hard, thick cylinder stuffing her mouth to the knowledge that she was giving pleasure to one of her heroes to the expectation it would be even better once he had come into her mouth and she got to swallow his semen. 

To make it even better, she had removed her blouse earlier, letting her breasts swing completely free. Now, with her tongue and lips not missing a stroke, she continued with the removal of every other bit of her clothing, reaching back to pull off her canvas shoes and pushing her skirt and skimpy panties all the way down her thighs. Lifting one knee at a time, she pulled both garments free and was just as naked as the man she was sucking off. 

The blow job was fabulous in every way for Bill too. The absolute greatest were the incredible sensations being received by his cock from Sylvia's tongue and lips but everything else was just as superb. The visual delight of watching her face moving back and forth while her mouth covered his cock and her pretty eyes gazed at him was something he immensely enjoyed. In addition, there was an informal competition among him and the teammates sharing the suite to see who would bring back the hottest girl and he was confident he was an easy winner that night. The thought occurred to him that he hoped he would be able to bring her back the following night too. 

Sylvia didn't know about that but she would have taken pride in his thoughts if she could have read them. She was much more concerned about how, after slowly sucking his big, handsome cock, she could feel it throbbing inside her mouth and knew he was almost ready to come. Shortening her strokes and tightening her lips and sucking faster, she hoped to bring him to a climax and swallow all his semen before they decided what other fun thing they would do. Sylvia fervently hoped he would eat her pussy but was unsure how to get him to do so. 

"I'm ready to come," Bill announced, realizing Sylvia probably knew it, from the way she had changed the strokes of her mouth. He hoped she would swallow it but he wouldn't ask her to do so. 

She kept bobbing her head until the first gush of come spewed out onto her tongue, pleasing her taste buds. Sylvia didn't want to stop or even slow down because she knew there was much more semen where the first had come from so she continued stroking Bill's cock between her lips until he had ejaculated into her mouth twice more. She ceased her efforts only when she was sure no more of the viscous reward would be given to her and squeezed out all the semen remaining in his cock by using a series of long, slow strokes with her lower lip pressed snugly against the bottom of his shaft. After Sylvia had collected everything she was going to get, she swirled it in her mouth to take as much pleasure as she could from the taste and texture before finally letting it slip down her throat. 

"That was fabulous," she said to Bill while smiling at him and licking her lips. "Now, I hope you'll do the same for me." 

He hadn't really thought about it but he realized that was what he wanted too. "Just climb up here and lay on your back," he told her. 

She did so gladly and, when Sylvia was lying on her back with a pillow nestled under her head, she looked over at another couple who had started sharing their bed while she was sucking off Bill. It was Bobby Brennan, a second string infielder who was black and fairly old as baseball players went. He had spent the game on the bench, as he usually did but seemed to be partly making up for it with a skinny blonde with short hair. She was on top of him in the cowgirl position, moving up and down and taking his cock in and out of her pussy while her lover's hands rested on her hips to guide her. 

Sylvia didn't spend much time looking at the other couple because Bill was on his hands and knees between her feet. She raised her legs so he could duck under and let the backs of her knees rest on his shoulders. As she watched, his visage loomed over her body until he lowered his face and started licking up the plentiful juices that had been collecting since she joined the group outside the clubhouse. In anticipation of what she would be doing and from sucking off one of her heroes and swallowing his come, she was highly aroused sexually and knew she would climax after no more than a few minutes of having her pussy eaten. 

Once he had finished all her honey, Bill started applying his tongue to one of Sylvia's hairless lips with long strokes that ended near her swollen clit. Even though that was not her favorite way to have someone eat her pussy, she was already in such a highly aroused state her body writhed under his lingual ministrations. "Mmmmm, Bill," she murmured. "Oooo, that feels so good." 

Bill didn't say anything to her because he was having too much fun licking the wonderful, clean-shaven pussy that was moving under his face, especially the way Sylvia's body was already starting to rock and thrash from side to side. His tongue moved to her clit to begin caressing the little morsel and she started fucking up into his face. 

"Suck my clit! Suck my clit!" she urged him. 

He did as they both wanted and drew the little darling into his mouth to begin sucking. As his mouth worked, his tongue did too, fondling the swollen sides and top, while the groupie's pussy rammed up into his face. She sobbed and whimpered in total bliss, until her climax started to overwhelm her and she uttered a joyful cry. 

"Yes! Yes! I'm coming!" 

Her legs wrapped themselves around Bill's head and her ass bounced up and down on the mattress while his mouth kept sucking and his tongue continued to lick. Not wanting to be pitched off the bed by her wild gyrations, he wrapped his arms around Sylvia's thighs and enjoyed the wildest roller coaster ride of his life. When she climaxed, her body spasmed and she rammed her pussy up against Bill's face for a final time. 




Baseball Annie in Love



Author's notes: This is a sequel to "Baseball Annie." All characters in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old. 

*****

William "Stretch" Simpson, the rookie first baseman with the Las Vegas Comets, felt really good about what he had done that day and the previous night. In the baseball game, the second of the home stand, he had gotten five hits in as many times at bat, including two home runs and a two-bagger, and had driven in six runs, all personal bests for him in the major leagues. In addition to leading his team to a victory with his bat, he had played superbly at first base, grabbing two errant throws from his teammates that could have resulted in unearned runs for the opposing team and leaping high in the air to rob a batter of what would have been an extra-base hit into the right field corner. The game that day was the best he had ever played, even going all the way back to his days in Little League. 

The previous evening had been a great time for him too and he had thought about his sexual adventures all day, especially those with Sylvia Jones, a beautiful young woman he had met after the game. Even during the game on Saturday, his thoughts were about Sylvia's lovely face, long dark brown hair and gorgeous figure. His highly erotic thoughts of her, rather than being an unwanted distraction, had helped inspire him to have his best game ever. Even though Stretch would have taken offense at the suggestion, he felt much like a knight of old might have after an outstanding day in the tilting and impressing his lady fair, who he knew was sitting in the grandstand. 

Sylvia also had glorious memories of the previous night's sexual romp. It had been her first time as a baseball Annie, waiting to greet the Comets after the game and it started badly for her. When she flirted with the wrong player, waving at him as he approached, the man's wife or significant other had almost knocked Sylvia to the ground. That part was bad but the subsequent result was better than she could have hoped for. Stretch Simpson had come to her assistance and invited the distressed damsel to join him at the orgy he would be attending after the game. He and some other Las Vegas players had rented a luxury hotel suite where they could take the young baseball groupies they would pick up after the game for some wild and uninhibited sex. 

There was nothing Sylvia wanted more than being a part of such an adventure and she sucked and fucked and had her pussy eaten and climaxed multiple times. It was the hottest night she had ever experienced but the very best part was her coupling with Bill Simpson, to use his actual name. She very much wanted more of the same after the game on Saturday afternoon and she was waiting for Bill, but getting somewhat worried. Most of the players had already left the locker room but her tall, red-haired young man had not. When Oliver Flores, who appeared to be the last man to make his exit, approached, Sylvia asked about the man she was awaiting. 

"Hi, Ollie. Is Bill still in the locker room?" 

Oliver had been at the sex orgy the previous night and had relished the young woman's charms and hoped to do so again but he answered her honestly. For one thing, he and Bill were teammates and would not double-cross each other. For another, there was a voluptuous blonde batting her eyelashes at him and displaying her sumptuous breasts and, for another, he expected to fuck the young woman in front of him as well as the blonde. To Ollie, as to the other players, the blonde and Sylvia, whose name he didn't know, were baseball Annies - young women to be used sexually. They would give pleasure to the ball players and receive it from them but nobody would be expecting anything more than that. 

"Bill was being interviewed by the sports writers when I left. He had a terrific game today and they wanted to talk to him about it." After holding out his arm to be taken in the hands of the sexy and easily available blonde, Ollie headed toward his automobile, the last vehicle remaining in the players' parking lot except for Bill's red Buick. 

Sylvia was much relieved at hearing that, and even more when she spied a tall, rather gangly man passing through the players' exit and rapidly approaching her. They were glad and somewhat relieved to see each other, and their greeting involved a long kiss and a hug with Bill fondling his woman's ass while she ground her pussy against him. Disappointed, the other waiting women left the locker room area to go to their own vehicles or to bus stops or a nearby bar and Bill and Sylvia hurried to his car. They had been thinking about each other all day, mostly erotic thoughts, and were anxious to turn those daydreams into another sexual escapade even better than the one that had been so great the night before. 

On the drive to the hotel, Sylvia sat with her left arm over Bill's shoulders while her right hand fondled his thigh, sometimes caressing the stiff cock that had given her such fond memories. On the previous night, during the same drive, she had felt nothing but lust toward the man beside her but, on that night, she felt a deeper affection, unlike any she had ever felt for any of her other ball-playing sweethearts. She wasn't sure exactly what it was but, as she looked at his angular face with the red hair and mustache, she could feel her heart seeming to call out to him, and reveled in that unusual emotion. 

Although there was nobody else in the elevator they rode to the top floor of the hotel, they kept their hands off each other because they didn't want to provide Hotel Security with a free show. The people who monitored the closed circuit televisions in the hallways and elevators knew the Comets players would be bringing women to their suite and liked to watch the ball players during times they believed themselves in a private place. However, once Bill had used his key card to open the door to the suite, they were no longer bound by any kind of propriety. Neither were any of the other people there and the beds and sofas were covered with a tangle of naked bodies. Sylvia remembered the overstuffed chair in the sitting room, saw it was empty, and led her prize stud there. 

"Sit here, Billy," she directed him. "You know what I want to do first. 

He definitely did and watched lustfully while she knelt before him and divested herself of her scant attire. As he had the previous night, he admired her big, lush breasts with the erect, dark pink nipples but her ass was hidden from him as she leaned forward and started removing his clothing. He helped by taking off his shirt and, in less than a minute, the horny man and woman were equally naked and she was resting her elbows on his thighs and smiling while looking up at him with her big brown eyes. He remembered them quite well and they had been part of the joy they had shared. 

His cock was already stiff so Sylvia held it gently in her fingers as she started licking in front of his wrinkled ball sack. Slowly, she drew her caressing tongue up the length of his shaft until the tip was probing the slit in its end. After making a lingual circuit under his swollen glans, she drew her mouth away briefly to lewdly smile up at him. The delay was no more than a few seconds before she started to lower her face, licking the head in concentric circles until the entire tip was nestled between her lips. 

For over a minute, she remained in that position, letting her tongue fondle the cock head of her man. Sylvia heard Bill murmuring happily and took delight in the knowledge that she was giving him pleasure. When she felt the time was right, she slowly lowered her face, engulfing his shaft in her mouth. Her tongue continued doing its job, laving the hard cylinder until she felt the tip pressing against the back of her throat. The eager brunette was glad she had learned the art of deep throating because she was able to make a minor adjustment within her mouth and envelop Bill's entire erection, until his red pubic hair was tickling her lips and nose. 

With her mouth stuffed full of hard cock, Sylvia looked up and smiled at the man who was cramming her there so well. He couldn't see the expression of her mouth but she knew her eyes were expressive and would display her feelings. After that, she got more serious and started slowly raising her face, still licking the wonderful shaft as her lips stroked it. Bill's big, hard cock was probably the nicest one she had ever had in her mouth, just the right size to fill her warm, wet chamber of joy but not so big as to be painful or stretch her jaw muscles too much. 

Everything about the marvelous organ in her mouth was perfect, including the way the skin felt under the wet caresses of her tongue. It was smooth and stretched tightly over the hard roundness of his shaft but the best part, physically at least, may have been the head and the sensation of running her tongue under it while the big mushroom shape was cuddled by her lips. 

As great as those sensations were, the emotional ones were even better. It was, after all, her own sweet Billy she was sucking off and that encouraged her to continuing giving him the most fun possible, which was increasing her own pleasure. Sylvia was succeeding in both goals and she could tell that by watching the grimaces of delight that flickered across his face and seeing how his naked body was squirming and writhing in the easy chair and hearing how he was moaning and sighing from the exquisite delights he was receiving from inside her mouth. 

Bill was getting more of that than he had ever gotten from any other woman. Everything about the blowjob was the best ever for him, with Sylvia's soft lips gripping his cock perfectly and her tongue sending thrills of intense joy all through his body. Her brown eyes as they looked up at him seemed to be filled with adoration and he could somehow tell she was having almost as fabulous a time as he was. Best of all was that it was his sweet Sylvia who was sharing carnal delights with him. He had been concerned when he left the locker room that she might not have waited for him and was much relieved when he saw that she had. 

As Bill had surmised, Sylvia was having a fabulous time with his cock as she moved her face slowly up and down. She was not getting tired of what she was doing - that could never happen - but she did want to do something else she had often enjoyed before so, at the end of one stroke, she took the stiff organ out of her mouth and held it delicately with her fingers. Leaning forward, the sexy young brunette held bill's erection with one hand while her other lifted one breast. 

Sensuously, Sylvia rubbed her rigid nipple against the head of the cock she was holding, drawing in her breath sharply at the sudden burst of pleasure that rocketed through her body from the contact. She switched hands to hold her other breast and caress the object of her lust with that nipple, receiving the same powerful sensation. For a minute, she alternated rubbing Bill's cock with her nipples until she decided on another kind of love-making that might be even more fun for her man. 

Holding her breasts apart, she rose higher on her knees and leaned in closer. Bill realized what she had in mind and slid lower on the chair until Sylvia was holding her succulent white pillows of flesh over his cock, with one in either hand. She squeezed them together, resulting in the stiff shaft being nestled between her breasts. Slowly, she started moving the delightful channel up and down, fucking herself between her breasts on Billy's rigid organ. 

The variety was fun, but not as much fun as filling her mouth with her man's manhood so she stopped after a few minutes and took his cock back between her lips. Once again, she lowered her face slowly, engulfing the whole shaft while her agile tongue stroked its entire length. Sylvia sucked slowly, wanting to make the pleasure last as long as she could while watching Bill's movements until he spoke to her. 

"I'm ready to come, Sweetheart." 

Sylvia was very glad to hear that and thrilled to hear the term of endearment so she tightened her lips and started to suck faster. She was eager to have her mouth filled with Billy's cum so she shortened her strokes, lest some of the awaited treat shoot directly down her throat without first pleasing her taste buds. Up and down her head bobbed, while the man in the chair writhed and grunted in his ecstasy. 

"Oh, god," he blurted as his climax exploded and a big gob of his juices blasted into Sylvia's mouth and landed exactly where she wanted it. 

She knew there would be more so, while she savored the taste of the viscous fluid covering her tongue, she kept sucking. Sylvia was rewarded when another burst of cum landed where the first one had. She continued moving her mouth until she was sure she had everything and removed the still-erect cock from between her lips, holding it upright. All the fresh semen was swirled in her mouth as the happy brunette fully relished her reward for giving what she knew was the best head she had ever given anybody. Cum was still oozing out of the shaft in her hand so she licked it all off, like a little girl with a Popsicle, until she had it all. The blow job was over so she leaned back on her heels and grinned at the lucky man in front of her. 

"That was terrific," he gasped, while still trying to catch his breath. 

"I'm glad you liked it. It was really good for me too. Now, I hope you'll do the same for me." 

"I want to. Just get up here where I am." 

As he spoke, Bill struggled to his feet and Sylvia took his place on the easy chair, scooting forward on the cushion and spreading her legs for the man who was, she knew, about to bring her to ecstasy. That man knelt in front of her; Sylvia raised her legs so he could duck under them and she could rest them on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her creamy thighs and leaned in until his face was inches away from the object of his desire. 

The first thing he did was to admire the extreme beauty of the pussy he was about to start eating. Just like Sylvia's face, the flawless skin there was the color of ivory and her pussy lips were dark pink and swollen with her lust. The lovely girl's clit was engorged and he could see it peeking between her puffy inner lips. Not much time was spent on looking because the most heavenly aroma he had ever inhaled was rising to entice him to get as close to her as he possibly could. From their sexual escapades the previous night, Bill knew the taste was even more delicious so he was happy to start applying his tongue and start doing the second thing. 

That was to feast on the great wealth of juices Sylvia had produced, greedily licking it from her thighs, lips and crotch. After devouring the last delicious drop, he slowly drew his tongue up the apex of her thighs, mopping up the honey as it trickled from its source. When he reached that delightful pink place, he swirled the tip of his tongue inside, while her body writhed in bliss under his face. 

As the magical organ drove her to heights of joy, Sylvia happily started to tweak her rigid nipples, delighting in the currents of pleasure coursing between them and her clit. Her hips rocked from side to side, thrusting her legs out and back over the shoulders of the man who was steadily driving her to what she knew would be a thunderous orgasm. 

"That feels so great, Billy. You're going to make me come really big. 

He said nothing but his tongue continued its journey between a pair of her inner and outer lips, probing into the seam between them and stimulating some of her hottest spots. When he reached the hottest one of all, his agile, wet giver of joy stroked slowly over the clit hood, which had been crowded almost entirely out of the way. Sylvia's thrashing and thrusting her pussy up into his face increased ten-fold from the incredible delight he was giving her but he stopped then, licked off all the fresh juices and brought his mouth back down to where he had started. 

Sylvia urgently needed to come. "Lick my clit, Billy," she urged him. "Lick my clit and make me come!" 

Bill was a rather taciturn man anyhow and he had no desire to chat when his mouth was as delightfully occupied as it was then. Without saying a word, he licked his way up between her other pussy lips as he had the first pair until he once again reached her clit. Feeling with his tongue, he could tell the folds of her inner lips were completely clear of the delectable swollen morsel before moving his face slightly to envelop the little cutie inside his mouth. His tongue continued its work, stroking and caressing her clit and wrapping itself completely around while Sylvia's body went crazy, bouncing and rocking in the chair until she would have been in danger of falling off except for the heavy, overstuffed arms.

"Yes! Yes! Right there! She urged him while clamping her thighs onto his head as she started coming. Sylvia's hips continued their movements and jerked Bill around while she urged him to keep doing what was so fantastic to her. 

There was no need for her urging because there was no place he wanted to be right then more than kneeling in front of the wonderful sexy girl and nothing he would have preferred over eating her delightful pussy. Even if the hotel's fire alarm had gone off suddenly, he probably would have continued what he was doing until Sylvia climaxed. Fortunately, it was not necessary for him to make such a dangerous choice. 

"Oh god!" she cried ecstatically as her orgasm overwhelmed her. 

Her back arched and Sylvia rammed her pussy against the man who had brought about that splendid event. All her muscles simultaneously clenched, followed immediately by almost all of them relaxing as she sagged against the chair back and cushion. Bill tried to raise his head but found her legs had not relaxed but were still holding him tightly in place. Had he wanted, he could have pulled loose but the Heavenly fragrance of Sylvia's pussy kept him a captive even more than her thighs did. He made no complaint at all, but finished licking off the wealth of fresh ambrosia. 

"That was wonderful, Billy. Now, do it again." 

Still not speaking, he responded by licking upward on her crotch and catching the freshest trickling juices before starting to bring his sweetheart to a second orgasm. This time, his tongue went to her outer lip and started meandering its way upward. When she felt what was starting to happen to her again, Sylvia nestled her totally relaxed body against the back and cushion of the chair and prepared to be brought to Paradise again. 

Bill felt as if he were already there. The lip where had started was smooth and soft and he licked slowly, covering the same area many times until he reached Sylvia's Mount of Venus. He kissed her there, raised his head and was gratified to see her so relaxed, with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a grimace of pure pleasure. As he looked at the beautiful sight, she opened her eyes and smiled lewdly at him, silently urging him to keep eating her out. He was more than happy to do that and, after licking off all the juices she had just produced, started treating her other outer lip as he had the first. 

Pleasure rippled through Sylvia from where Bill's tongue was advancing slowly up her pussy lip again. A tremendous burst of warmth and affection spread through her body at the sight of the shock of red hair between her legs. She wondered if she would be able to persuade him to join her in her apartment, which was not even close to being as nice as the hotel suite, and finish the evening making love to each other rather than sharing themselves with the other players and women. She was also unsure of the exact etiquette in doing such a thing. 

Bill was also thinking how great it would be if he and Sylvia would be able to go somewhere by themselves. He and the other players had established certain rules about being part of the group, mostly about drinking and drugs. Either was strictly forbidden and the hotel had a rule against smoking in the suite. 




Baseball Annie in Love



Beyond that, there was only one really concrete rule, and that was that nobody could be forced to do anything he or she didn't want to. In fact, one of the main reasons for their getting together the way they did was to prevent any woman from making bogus claims of rape, because all the men and most or all the woman would refute such an accusation. Some people might be miffed if he and Sylvia decided to leave but he could easily live with that. Certainly, nobody would try to stop them. Assuming, of course, that she would go for the idea. 

But his thoughts were mostly of eating the marvelous pussy in front of his face. He had reached her mons again, kissed her there and feasted on all the fresh honey that was dripping from the beautiful pink place that had produced it. Once again his mouth started from the same place, this time licking between an inner and outer lip. 

Sylvia moaned with the pleasure Billy's tongue was giving her and started to rock from side to side on her ass. In between her sighs and other sounds of joy she blurted "I love you, Billy and I love what you're doing to me. You're gonna make me come again." 

He heard her and hoped he had heard her correctly and that she meant what she said. Bill didn't have a lot of experience with women but he knew he had never felt about anybody the way he felt about the beautiful brown-haired woman whose hips were moving under his face, making her legs thrust back and forth over his shoulders. After licking all the way to the end of the inner lip, he delicately caressed her clit with his tongue and was rewarded with more of the kind of responses he loved to evoke. 

Sylvia could tell she was on the verge of a great orgasm and Billy was slowly moving her even closer. Her whole body seemed to be in motion while her head tossed from side to side against the back of the chair. When she looked down, she saw her lover's head again and felt his tongue probing into her slit and even into the pink hole which was the source of the fresh juices he seemed to like so much. She resisted the temptation to grab his head and press his face against her needy clit. A few seconds later, she was glad she had resisted that urge. Billy's lips were wrapped around the swollen organ and his tongue was still working, this time licking the most sexually sensitive part of her body she did grab his head though, just in case he might decide to leave before she came. 

He made no effort to do so. A minute after filling his mouth with her clit, her climax started to sweep her away, or so it seemed to Sylvia. Her hips continued moving but her legs locked onto the man who was between them and she kept her grip on his head, tossing him from side to side until her orgasm once again overwhelmed her. All her muscles clenched, her back arched and she rammed her pussy into the face of the man who had just brought her to that fabulous state. After that great orgasm, the second of the night, she completely relaxed in the chair while Billy collected the treat he had earned. 

As he greedily devoured all the delicious fresh juices Sylvia's pussy had just produced, Bill thought about what they would do next. The usual thing, after he and the young woman had enjoyed themselves sexually, would be for him to go to find another woman and do the same kind of things with her, while the sexy brunette was entertaining one or more of his teammates but he didn't want to do that, nor did he want her to leave him. What he wanted was to stay with her for the rest of the night and maybe for a long time after that. At the same time, he didn't want to seem to be monopolizing her too much. 

Just as his tongue cleaned off the rest of the delicious treat, an idea came to him. "Did you ever see the sunset over the desert?" he asked. 

"No. I'll bet it's beautiful though." She had seen the sunset, of course, but only from street level and Sylvia believed the sight would be quite spectacular from the balcony of the high rise hotel. 

"Then let me show it to you," he suggested, while helping the young beauty get to her feet. 

Bill had been on the balcony a few days earlier, admired the sunset and not thought much of it after that. His teammates felt the same way - they were there for hot sex with groupies, not to admire the view. Bill believed their sight-seeing would be a way to keep Sylvia with him while he thought of some way to extend their exclusive time together, perhaps finding a vacant spot on one of the three beds in the suite. After smelling and tasting her delightful pussy, his cock was hard as his baseball bat again and he knew of nobody with whom he would have preferred sharing this erection. 

On the way to the balcony with the western exposure, Bill picked up a condom from the supply on top of one of the dressers. He slid open the door and, with a hand possessively on her bare hip, steered Sylvia to the wall, which was waist high to her and the same adobe color as the rest of the building. A safety rail rose a foot above that, and she held to it while leaning forward to gaze on one of the most spectacular sights she had ever seen. 

The desert air was dry and cloudless and, that far above the street, untainted by the exhaust fumes from vehicles so the resplendent colors stood out clear as crystal. The view stretched across the horizon and at its top was a field of azure blue, which evolved into dazzling streaks of purple and orange and yellow and red, like nothing Sylvia had ever seen. 

"Bill, it's beautiful! It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen," the awe-struck young woman said as she stared at the incredible panorama. 

Her companion said nothing because he was staring at something even more beautiful, at least to him just then. Like the rest of her body, Sylvia's ass was truly a thing of beauty, flaring out from her rather thick waist and around to taper into her thighs. Her succulent round cheeks curved outward and around and back to merge with the tops of her legs and that was where he gently placed one hand. While she had been mesmerized by the view from the balcony, he had rolled his condom into place and was still holding his cock with the other hand, prepared to plunge deeply into the gorgeous pussy he had been thinking about all day. 

Sylvia had been doing some similar thinking and she realized one of her most erotic dreams was about to come true. With an impish grin on her face, she turned to look over her shoulder, before looking back at the desert sunset, spreading her legs and reaching down to part her pussy lips. She was already wet and became wetter when she felt the hard head of Bill's cock seeking entry. With the fingers of one hand, she guided the very welcome intruder to its target while her other fingers continued to hold her lips apart. 

"Right there, Billy. Really give it to me." 

He did, but slowly because his cock was big and the pussy it would be stuffing was tight. Sylvia knew that and wanted everything he had for her so she helped by backing up slightly, bowing her back and raising herself onto her toes to give him the best angle she could. He rubbed the tip of his cock in her wetness and gave a strong thrust, feeling the head wedge into the dripping pink hole that wanted it so badly. A few seconds later, an equally strong and gentle push drove the first inch of his rigid shaft into Sylvia's pussy. 

"Ooooo, that feels so good," she murmured. 

It felt great to Bill too but he thought this might be the last time he made love to her that night and he wanted to spend a long time with her. He was a bit startled to realize he had thought of "making love," a term he had never used with a baseball Annie but he also realized that was exactly what he was doing then, rather than just having sex. He had actually become more concerned with Sylvia's carnal pleasure than his own. He was a man of action, not given much to introspection so he simply accepted the change in his attitude and continued burrowing his cock into the sweetest pussy he had ever known. 

The owner of that pussy felt the same way. She wanted to stay with Billy for the rest of that night and maybe forever but she was too busy reveling in the feel of his big shaft as it plowed into her pussy to think about anything else. 

"Oh, that feels so good," Sylvia murmured. 

"I'm glad. It feels real good to me too." 

After that, there was no more talking and none was needed. Bill concentrated on easing the rest of his cock into Sylvia's inviting pussy and she concentrated on taking every inch he had. His shaft was deeply enough inside her she no longer needed to hold herself open and she put her hands on the railing at the top of the wall so she could fuck back to meet Bill's hard thrusts into her. He stopped guiding his cock and placed his hands on Sylvia's hips and started to pull back on them every time he rammed forward. 

Except for their gasps and whispers of joy, neither spoke. With a few more thrusts, his entire cock was buried in Sylvia's pussy, the place they both wanted it. For a moment they remained like that, letting the incredible pleasure percolate through their bodies until Bill started to slowly draw his cock most of the way out. He paused with just the head still in her pussy, before beginning to plow its entire length back into her. When she felt the very welcome visitor slowly surging into her pussy, she fucked back to meet him until their bodies came together with a satisfying "smack." They both expressed their joy before Bill's shaft was drawn slowly back again. 

Over and over, he plunged his cock into her dripping pussy while she fucked back to meet every thrust. There was nothing to say so neither of them said anything except to moan and sigh in bliss so there was no other sound except for the muffled noise of vehicles on the street far below them. Once again, Sylvia could feel her climax mounting and knew it would be a momentous experience, as all her orgasms had been that night. 

Bill's movements were slow and measured for he wanted their love-making to last as long as he could manage. That day had possibly been the best of his life, from waking up after dreams of sweet Sylvia to the great baseball game he had played to the best part of all, making sweet love with the same girl who had spent the night romping in his dreams. He couldn't help thinking of how much he loved making that last thought come true. 

Sylvia's day had also been as close to perfect as any she could remember. It had also begun with waking up from erotic dreams of her tall, red-haired first baseman and had gone from there to watching as his bat and glove led his team to victory. The best part of her day was still going on and she was also wondering how she might be able to persuade the object of her dreams to come with her and stay in her apartment for the rest of the night and for as long after that as he wanted. 

But that would be determined later - maybe later that night. Just then her primary concern was being on the verge of a climax. "I'm ready to come, Billy. Play with my clit."

"Okay. I'm ready too." 

He reached around her hip to find her clit. Her juices were running down both her legs and some of them were even sticking to his thighs. After finding the adorable swollen morsel, Billy gently wrapped in in two folds of her inner lips and started stroking her. Knowing he was only seconds from coming, he began plunging his cock into her harder and faster and those strokes were matched by Sylvia's fucking back to meet him. 

"Uh! Uh!" Sylvia moaned as her climax began to inundate her body. "Oh god! Oh god! I'm coming! Keep fucking me!" 

Bill probably couldn't have stopped even if he wanted, which he very much did not. His climax had been mounting as strongly as hers had it finally welled up and exploded out of his cock while Sylvia was in the throes of coming. He didn't stop but kept pounding his cock in and out of her until he had ejaculated three times and was through, at least for a while. 

"Oh! Oh! Yes!" Sylvia sang out joyfully as her climax flooded her with ecstasy. She gripped the railing more tightly and slammed her pussy back to meet the final thrust of Billy's cock. After her orgasm, she sagged forward to lean against the rail, in no danger of falling because of its height. His hands clung to her shoulders as he almost collapsed against her. Neither of them had any further interest in the spectacular sunset. 

After their great mutual orgasms, they remained where they were, with Sylvia holding herself upright by clutching the balcony rail and Bill leaning on her. After catching her breath, but with his cock still deep inside her pussy, she turned her head to whisper over her shoulder. "That was fabulous, Billy. What do you want to do now?" 

"I want to make love with you some more." 

"Is that what we're doing? Making love, not just having sex?" 

"That's what I'm doing." 

"Me too. And I'd love to do it some more, just you and me by ourselves." 

"I'd like to find some place where we're alone too." 

"How about my apartment? It's not much of a place but it's not far away and we could be together alone there." 

"That's what I want. And, as long as you're there with me, it'll be the greatest place in the world." 

By that time, Billy's cock had slipped out of Sylvia's pussy. He wanted it back inside but, after coming twice already that evening, he would have to wait a while. The loving couple went to the chair they had used earlier, picked up their clothing and put it on. Fully dressed, they headed for the door to the suite and, from there, to his car for the drive to her apartment. 

The only person who noticed their departure was Ollie but the buxom blonde he had brought from the ball park was sprawled on top of him, slowly moving up and down and taking his cock in and out of her pussy. He had hoped to get a turn with Stretch's sexy woman but he wasn't so anxious to do so that he would push aside the voluptuous blonde. He just watched them walk through the door while he kept plunging his cock into her.



Baseball Annie



It had been a great orgasm for Sylvia and, when she relaxed on the bed, her legs released their grip on the head they held so tightly. Bill eagerly licked up all her fresh honey from wherever it had splattered and backed away from the hot young woman's widely spread legs. He wanted to fuck her but he had not yet recovered from the great blow job she had given him only minutes before. Even though he was a young man and capable of coming many times in a night, he still needed a little more recovery time for his cock to stiffen again. 

When she saw he was still limp, Sylvia was somewhat disappointed but that quickly turned to joy. Oliver Flores, the man who had ridden on the elevator with her and Bill, approached them and tapped his teammate on the shoulder. 

"Mind if I cut in?" he asked with mock courtliness. It was obvious he did not expect to be denied because his cock was fully erect and was safely encased in a condom. 

Under other circumstances, Bill might have refused the request but he was lower in the pecking order than the player doing the asking. Oliver Flores was the team's leading hitter and a four year veteran. "Go ahead, Ollie," he replied. "But don't wear her out with that big dick of yours." 

Neither of them thought to ask the young woman who was lying on her back waiting to be fucked and she would have answered strongly in the affirmative if they had. Because of his hitting prowess, the man who was starting to kneel between her legs had more status than the rookie first baseman. She smiled up at him in an invitation and spread her thighs wider to accommodate his larger body. His cock was larger too which was another thing she was smiling about. 

Ollie grinned at the sexy woman who was obviously so eager to fuck and leaned forward, supporting his weight on the hand he placed on the bed beside Sylvia. His other hand was guiding his big cock. She reached between her thighs and spread her lips to prepare herself for the first class fucking she expected to be getting momentarily. When she felt the tip of Ollie's cock being rubbed in her pussy to spread the lubrication that Billy had not licked off her, Sylvia drew her breath in sharply in anticipation. When the head wedged its way inside her, she let it out in a sigh of delight at the way he was already stretching her. 

She repeated that happy sound when Ollie thrust forward again and another inch of his thick cock burrowed into her. The next time she felt his shaft start to surge deeper inside her pussy, Sylvia spread her thighs slightly farther, hooked her ankles around his legs and pulled herself forward to meet him. Almost four more inches of the hard cylinder was driven into her eager pink hole and she felt waves of pleasure sweeping over her body. With one more thrust, which she also fucked back to meet, Ollie's entire cock was imbedded inside her and his curly black pubic hair was tickling her bare pussy. 

One of the things Oliver Flores liked most about playing ball in the big leagues, besides the money and the prestige, was the great sex so easily available and the sexy woman under him was one of the best he had ever fucked. She was having as much fun as he was; he could tell by the huge grin on her face and the way her body was squirming in front of him. He didn't know her name and didn't care what it was but he knew she loved sex with him and his teammates. When she lifted her arms, inviting him to lie on top of her, he accepted her offer and stretched out above her but allowed her room to move under him. 

At first she didn't want to move nor did Ollie. They both preferred to lie where they were while the pleasure from his cock crammed in her pussy throbbed through her body and the delightful things her pussy was doing for his cock inundated him. Finally, he slowly drew back and paused for a few seconds with the head of his cock within her pussy lips, before driving his entire shaft back inside her until her bare skin was once again being tickled. 

"Oh, my god, that's good," she murmured into his ear while gripping his upper arms more tightly.

"The best," he replied before drawing back again, pausing the same way and plunging his cock into where it was being made so welcome. 

This time she fucked back to meet him until their bodies came together with a wet noise, accompanied by two sighs of joy. Once again, Ollie remained deeply imbedded in her for a minute, letting their bodies pleasure one another. When he finally drew back, that stroke was like the first had been, except for Sylvia's pussy pumping out a big gush of her juices to ease the driving of his cock into her. This was accompanied by an extra loud moan of bliss from her wide open mouth. 

They continued like that, with long, slow strokes and no conversation. Neither of them had anything to say, and they were too pleasurably occupied to want to engage in pillow talk. The only sounds in the suite were sighs and moans of joy and the squeaking of the three beds, all of which were getting a double workout by that time. Sylvia's pleasure mounted steadily and she was certain she would soon orgasm for the second time that night but the fucking was too good for her to be in any rush for that to happen. 

Ollie expected to come for his second time that night too and he was in no more hurry than his partner of the moment was. The woman under him, who was starting to rock from side to side in time with his thrusts, was one of the best pieces of ass he had ever had and he wanted to make it last. Even as he looked at her beautiful face, the movements of her body became wilder and her head started tossing from side to side on the pillow. 

That evening was already the best ever for Sylvia and she expected the carnal delight to become even more memorable as the night progressed. To her left, where Bobby and the skinny blonde had been were two other people, a rather plump brunette and a man she recognized as Preston Peterson, a left-handed pitcher who was expected to start Sunday's game. He was definitely enjoying the game he was playing that night and his face was suffused with pleasure as he plunged his cock in and out of the brunette's pussy. The girl was relishing their sexual fun just as much and was already sobbing and whimpering in total bliss as she bucked and writhed under him. 

Sylvia didn't think about it right away, but she was making the same kind of sounds as she drew closer to her orgasm. Abruptly, the big, thick cock giving her pussy such a great time started feeling even better. She realized Ollie had moved up higher on her body so his cock was making more contact with her swollen clit. She knew she was on the verge of coming and was sure the man above her was too. 

"Give it to me Ollie. Make me come," she implored him while ramming her pussy harder than ever up against his thrusting body. 

He smiled and started fucking her harder and faster. Sylvia had correctly divined the nearness of his climax because he had also felt every drop of his energy collecting from throughout his body and concentrating in his groin. He had moved slightly higher on her and, with every stroke into her and back out, the upper side of his cock was being raked by her clit. 

At the same time and with every stroke, Ollie's cock was massaging Sylvia's clit and she was thrashing all over the bed. She couldn't see the other couple or anything else because her eyes were closed in bliss but she heard the plump gitl cry out ecstatically that she was coming. As if that ignited her own climax, a massive wave of joy rolled over Sylvia from her toes to her forehead and her second orgasm of the night was launched. 

The sexy woman under him clutching his shoulders and bouncing up and down to meet the thrusts of his cock ignited the explosion that had steadily been building in Ollie. He grunted ecstatically and rammed his cock deeply into her pussy as his semen squirted into his condom. They bounced and rolled together, almost falling off the bed, until Sylvia shouted incoherently and joyfully as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Also in unison, the two very happy people collapsed onto the bed in a happy pile, next to the other couple, who were in the same euphoric state. 

Preston Peterson and the bosomy brunette left after a few minutes and Ollie also got to his knees. Sylvia was tired but in ecstasy with what had already happened to her that night. Her joy multiplied when another man, whom she hadn't seen earlier approached. It was Otis Wright, an African American who had been the starting pitcher in that night's game and she reveled in how he was gazing with desire at her available body. She lusted just as much for his dark, slender physique and the big, stiff cock he was holding at the ready.

"I hope you're not too tired to take this in your hot pussy next." He smiled, not expecting to be turned down. 

He wasn't. Otis was already wearing a condom and had pitched masterfully for seven innings while the Comets built a big lead. He could have continued in the game but the strategy was to avoid working the starter too hard and let the closing specialist finish the game which was well in hand by that time. Sylvia did not answer verbally but nodded her head, smiled and spread her legs farther. She could never be too tired to accommodate somebody who had pitched as good a game as Otis had that night.

Taking that as the positive answer it was intended to be, he got onto the bed between the hot woman's welcoming legs. Holding his cock in his left hand, Otis leaned forward with his weight supported on the other. Sylvia reached between her thighs and spread her pussy lips which was hardly even necessary for she was dripping wet with her juices. When contact was made, he thrust forward and the head of his cock wedged into Sylvia, who sighed happily. Besides sucking off the excellent rookie first baseman, she had fucked the leading hitter for the night and would now be sharing her body with the star pitcher. 

Otis adjusted his athletic body and plunged forward again, imbedding most of his cock in the wet place that was so eager for it. He placed his left hand beside the lady's other side, loomed over her sexy body and, with just one more hard thrust, his entire big, black cock was imbedded inside her. Sylvia squealed in delight and squirmed in joy and, when she felt the pitcher's cock buried deeply inside her pussy, wrapped her legs around his hips and raised her arms in a silent invitation. 

He gladly accepted it and sprawled atop her, sliding his hands under her upper arms while she reached up to grip his shoulders in her hands. Otis was more eager to fuck the new baseball Annie and less patient than Ollie had been and he drew back and thrust forward immediately, massaging the base of Sylvia's clit with his cock. He remained inside her for no more than a few seconds before drawing back and thrusting into her again. She grabbed his upper arms, flexed her legs and pulled herself up and forward to meet him; the two bodies came together with a soft wet "smack" and Sylvia's juices splattered over both their bodies while she moaned in bliss. 

Otis grunted of his pleasure too and continued fucking the beautiful young white woman under him. She met every stroke he made and could already feel her climax approaching. Her body writhed under his and her head, with eyes closed and mouth open in a grimace of extreme joy, was rolling from side to side on her pillow. The man and woman were deriving tremendous pleasure from their rather rapid coupling, and Otis decided to make it much better, for himself at least. 

He pushed himself up off her writhing body and gazed down on her joyful face and, especially, her succulent breasts as they swayed from side to side with every movement she made. One at a time, Otis took hold of the luscious orbs and, while supporting most of his weight on his knees, started pushing and pulling on them as if they were some kind of handles as he drove his cock in and out of the groupie's pussy. 

Sylvia would not have tolerated such oafish behavior from any boyfriend but she was so enamored of the Comets' star pitcher fucking her that she took even greater pleasure in his actions. She continued to fuck back to meet him and his strong hands on her soft skin and erect nipples were helping drive her even closer to her orgasm. 

"I love that, Otis," she urged him. "Really give it to me and make me come!" 

He kept really giving it to her because he could feel his own impending climax. Over and over, the star pitcher pulled on the handy handles as he plunged his big cock into her and pushed on the lovely orbs as he drew back. Sylvia, on the verge of what she expected to be a momentous orgasm, continued meeting him while her body thrashed all over the mattress. 

Otis started coming first as the climax that had been building since his cock first entered the wet pussy began to erupt through his groin. He groaned aloud as it exploded and a burst of his semen filled his condom. After his climax, the satisfied man stopped all movements and rested on top of the woman whose hot, wet pussy had brought it about. Sylvia knew the man had come, although she hadn't and she knew what to do about it. 

Her legs were still tightly wrapped around the thighs of the man above her and his cock was still stiff and fully imbedded in her pussy. She clutched his arms and pulled his body and hers together, massaging her clit against his cock. It felt almost as good that way as when the man had been driving in in and out of her. Over and over, Sylvia tugged on his arms and pulled with her legs until the climax that had been so close to the surface erupted. 

"Oh, my god!" she cried out ecstatically. 

Her arms and legs clutched her inactive partner even more tightly and, though she was not in full control of her muscular actions, Sylvia's frantic bouncing and pitching and bucking rubbed her sensitive and swollen clit against Otis's cock, which was still erect. After less than a minute of this independent fucking of a passive partner, she uttered a joyous shout as her orgasm overwhelmed her. When it was over, her muscles all completely relaxed and she sagged under the pitcher, who had been trying to pull his cock out of her and get off the bed. 

Once he succeeded in that effort, Sylvia happily sprawled over the rumpled bottom sheet, her eyes closed in bliss and her lips parted. She was not asleep and she wanted to fuck and suck more but she did want a few minutes of rest before taking on the next member of her favorite baseball team. As she lay quietly, her thoughts were of the great time she was having that night and of how happy she was to have followed the dream she had even in her teens. 

Her reverie was interrupted by a gentle hand cupping a breast and a pair of lips kissing her nipple. She opened her eyes and smiled up at the familiar face with its freckles and mustache and shock of red hair. 

"I hope you're enjoying yourself, Sylvia," Bill greeted her. 

"I sure am, Billy. I'm really glad you brought me here." She looked down and saw his cock encased in latex. "Do you want to lie down here with me so we can enjoy ourselves together some more?" 

"Sure." He lay beside the lovely young woman and held and kissed her other breast. "You sure got some nice boobies," he told her as he continued kissing the objects of his admiration. 

Bill was much more of a doer than a talker at either baseball or sex. Having used up his store of sweet talk, he rolled over atop the young hotty with his knees between her legs. As Sylvia reached between her thighs to spread the lips of her extremely wet but still eager pussy, she wondered what the record for orgasms in one night might be for baseball Annies. She didn't really care but that night was a personal best for her in that department and she expected to improve on it with Billy. 

He didn't care about any such record either; he just wanted to fuck the sweet and beautiful young woman he had brought to the hotel that night. The team had been away from home for the eleven days and nights preceding their game and the young athlete had gotten no sex during that period. He was making up for it, with her and some others but Sylvia was his favorite. Billy looked down at her pussy, shiny with her juices, and leaned forward with one hand guiding his cock and the other next to her to support his weight. 

When he made contact, Bill rubbed the end of his cock in her ocean of wetness to spread her natural lubrication and centered the tip. Sylvia made a minute adjustment and he thrust forward, plunging his cock most of the way inside her. She was so wet and so stretched from being fucked twice before that a slow penetration was not needed. As his cock surged into her, Sylvia drew her breath in between her teeth and sighed happily as a tsunami of joy rolled over her whole body. 

Billy felt good too because he could see how great it was being for the sweet girl under him and because the internal muscles of her pussy were already doing incredible things for his cock. He thrust forward again and drove the rest of the way into her until his pubic hair was brushing the skin of her shaven pussy. When he saw her raise her arms to welcome him to cuddle, he sprawled out the rest of the way with his hands under her shoulders, supporting his weight on his elbows. Sylvia reached up, put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. 

They shared a long passionate kiss. Bill could smell and even taste his stale come inside her mouth but he didn't care about such a trivial thing. The girl had an eminently kissable face and he very much wanted to kiss her, so he did, several times. When he raised his mouth from hers, Sylvia grinned up at him and said the words any man would have wanted to hear. 

"Your cock feels so wonderful in my pussy, Billy. Let's take our time and make it last." 

That was exactly what he wanted too. The edge had been completely taken off his horniness by her and some of the other girls and what he wanted was a long, slow fuck, followed by bringing Sylvia to another orgasm and then by his coming for the final time of the night. He stayed where he was for at least a minute, letting pleasure throb through his body and hers before slowly drawing away until he paused for a few seconds with the head of his cock still inside her. Still moving slowly, and pulling gently against her shoulders for leverage, he started plunging it back into her. 

She felt the cock slowly surging into her pussy, intense pleasure rocketing out all along its path, and fucked back until her body met his. Sylvia and Billy both murmured happily of how great it felt and remained unmoving while her juices flowed from her pussy onto their bodies. When Billy drew back again and drove forward in another stroke, it was the same perfection and they both knew it. For a long time they continued like that, fucking in long, gentle strokes, both reveling in the incredibly erotic sensation of the other's bare skin. Still being in no hurry, they moved almost glacially slowly, even taking a long time between strokes while both their climaxes mounted. 

There was something Sylvia liked to do when she felt as close to a sex partner as she did to Billy by then. "Just stay where you are," she suggested. Let me fuck my hot pussy against your big, beautiful cock." 

"Okay." 

He was already supporting most of his weight on his knees and forearms but, with his cock buried inside her to the hilt, Billy pushed himself higher so Sylvia would have an easier time moving under him. Her breasts were no longer like a pair of soft pillows under his chest but he could still feel her nipples digging into his skin. Silvia wrapped her legs around his and gripped his upper arms before starting to move under him. 

She began by sliding toward the head of the bed, moving herself by pushing against Billy's arms. She stopped when she felt the mushroom shape of his cock head at the entrance to her pussy, paused briefly and used her hands and legs to pull her body back to where it had been, slowly imbedding his cock in her pussy. He felt it being enveloped by her warm wetness and, when it was most of the way back inside her, he thrust forward, massaging her clit and being massaged as well. As their bodies came together, they moaned in unison and prepared for the next stroke. 




Baseball Annie



That one was much the same as the first two had been, as was the next and the many that followed. Their movements were slow and steady and they seemed unaware they were the last two people in the suite who were sexually active. Their bed was softly squeaking in time with their movements, but the only other noises they might have heard, but didn't, were the happy snoring of sexually satisfied baseball players and their dates for that night. 

A naked couple climbed onto the bed that had been their private playground but they were apparently just there to sleep because they did nothing but lie together and pull the sheet around themselves. Billy and Sylvia wouldn't have noticed them anyhow; they were too wrapped up in pleasuring one another. She was still moving under him and setting the pace but her movements were steadily becoming less and less controlled. Billy kept matching that pace and her clit and the top of his cock continued their sliding and rubbing against each other until they were both on the verge of what they knew would be tremendous climaxes and they wanted them to be simultaneous. 

"I'm almost ready to come, Billy. Really give it to me," she urged him. 

He did so eagerly because he knew his own climax was just as imminent. Bill lowered his body again and started plunging his cock into the sexy woman who was thrashing wildly under him. Sylvia still moved back and forth as her pussy was impaled on his cock but it was in response to his movements. For less than a minute they continued until her climax began to erupt. She uttered a cry of ecstasy and wrapped her legs and arms even more tightly around him as her pussy continued thrusting back against his body. 

No more than a few seconds later, Billy's climax exploded too. He grunted and sighed in joy and ejaculated heavily into his condom but, because he knew Sylvia hadn't quite reached her orgasm yet, he continued driving his cock in and out of her until her incoherent shout let him know the happy news. She sagged back onto the bed in a state of sweet and happy exhaustion and he stretched out on top of her. They remained lying together like that until his cock softened and slipped out of her pussy and he went to dispose of the condom in one of the toilets. 

When he returned, Sylvia was still lying in the same position. "That was terrific, Billy. Everything we did together was the best ever for me." 

"Me too, Sylvia. You were the greatest. I'm all tuckered out but I got this way the best way I know how, winning the game tonight and then making love with you." 

The last part slipped out and he wished he hadn't said it but he would not have taken it back even if he could have. He had intended to have sex with one of the available baseball Annies that night, but what he had ended up doing was more like making love to a girlfriend. 

"I'm tired too. Can I stay here tonight?" Sylvia was quite sure of the answer but she didn't want to take anything for granted. 

"Of course. I'd be disappointed if you didn't." He lay down beside her and she rolled onto her side with her back to him. With one arm loosely around her lovely form and sharing the same pillow, he pulled the sheet over their tired bodies and they gave themselves over to sleeping for what was left of the night. 

Sylvia felt great as Billy cuddled up against her backside with his arms around her, both of them tired and happy and more than ready for some sleep. Her first night as a baseball Annie had been better than she could have hoped for. She had fucked three of the Comets, coming every time, and sucked off one of them and he was the same player who had eaten her pussy to her first orgasm of the night. She did not expect any sex in the morning because Billy and the other ball players would be saving their energy for the game that afternoon. 

She did expect to have breakfast served by Room Service and to get a ride back to her apartment. She also hoped to get a free ticket to the game from Billy or one of the other players. She could buy her own and had done so to the Friday night game but Sylvia believed the freebie should be part of the benefits of her being a groupie with the Las Vegas Comets. Either way, she would definitely attend the game and hoped to follow that by returning to the same place for more great sex. She hoped it would be with Billy but, if not, with the same group of men or one or more of the other three who were paying the rent or maybe with all of them or even with some different players altogether. 

She didn't really care, just as long as they were all members of the Las Vegas Comets baseball team.



Baseball, Billiards, and More



My Name is Mike and I just turned 18 about a month ago. It's time for our annual baseball tournament. The big event is always a week long and this year it's in a small town on the other side of the state, about five hours of driving from my hometown.

I am an only child and my parents, Tom and Amy, normally take me to the tournament and my dad enjoys watching our team play. This year dad couldn't get the time off; mom did and she asked her younger sister if she would come also. Mom really doesn't like watching the games. She normally goes shopping during the day and wanted someone to hang with. Well my Aunt Mary was able to get the time off and she agreed to come to the tourney with mom and me.

Dad and Mom belong to a gym and work out about three times a week. Both are in very good shape. Mom and Aunt Mary are MILFs. Aunt Mary looks a lot like my Mom. They both sport long blond hair, slender legs, and a nice rack.

Mom is an educated businesswoman with a master's degree who generally tries to downplay her physical assets, she's used to men noticing her. They hit on her all the time, but she always cuts them down or brushes them off. She likes to be in control and can be forceful. She is big in the church and quite conservative. My Aunt also works but I am not sure what she really does. She and Uncle Matt have three kids, all younger than I am.

Mom decided that we should leave a day earlier than originally planned; she wanted to make sure she knew where all the stores were. From checking on the Internet, it looked like they were going to have to drive to a bigger town to do decent shopping. So off we went; mom and Aunt Mary talked the whole way about their jobs, husbands, well just about everything. I just sat in the back and listened or played on my DS.

After about five hours, we finally arrived at the town hosting the tournament. The motel that our team was staying at was out in the middle of nowhere. The only thing close by was a bar and grill. It looked like any other place to eat was a few miles down the road.

Coach picked this place because it was within walking distance to the ball fields. We got two adjoining rooms, mom and Aunt Mary had one room, and I had the other, which I thought was cool.

Mom told me that we should keep the door between the two rooms unlocked, but we should all make sure we knocked before we entered the other room. We got settled into the rooms and mom knocked on the door and asked "You want to get something eat."

"Sure thing," I replied.

Mom and Aunt Mary were dressed in snug jeans and tight sleeveless shirts. I must have looked at them a little too long because my Aunt asked, "Like what you see?"

All I could say was, "Yes."

The women were tired from the drive and didn't want to drive again so we walked over to the bar and grill; it wasn't a bad place. It had four pool tables and the food was ok. Mom and Aunt Mary decided to play some pool to relax; they are both very good players. They like to hustle their friends at parties. Dad even complained about the two of them hustling people when they go out to bars. Dad always said that one day it will catch up with them. I watched for a while as the place started to fill up with locals. About five young guys walked in and saw my mom and aunt playing pool. One walked over to the table to see if they wanted to play doubles. 

I heard Mom say, "Sure, but go easy on us as we don't shoot much pool

The guy smiled, "Sure thing," then walked back to his group.

I walked up to Mom, "You better watch out, these guys don't look like the kind of guys you want to hustle."

She responded, "We can take care of ourselves."

The guy who had talked with mom returned with a partner. "My name is Mark. Would you two like a drink?"

Mom smiling "Sure, were drinking draft."

I watched them play about three games and Mom and Aunt Mary won all three games. I walked up and told them I'm headed back to the room since I have to be at the ball field in the morning."

Aunt Mary and Mom both looked at me and Mom said, "Ok, we won't be long."

"Remember you two don't need to try and hustle these guys or anyone else."

Laughing mom answer, "Who me?"

Sometime later I was awakened by a loud noise from my Mom's room. I sat up and listened a little, I heard my Mom say, "Be quite. We don't want to wake up my son next door. I don't need him to find out about this."

That's when I heard a guy's voice say, "Ok, but you two still need to pay off your bet or I might just wake him up myself."

"Don't worry; we'll pay off our bet."

It sounded to me like Mom and Aunt Mary lost big time at pool. I knew they would pay off the bet because Dad always saying "That if you make a bet you better pay it off. There's nothing worse than someone not paying off a bet, no matter what the stakes are."

Then I heard Aunt Mary say, "Hold on there, what is this. The bet was with you two not all of your friends."

That's when I heard one of them say, "Look the bet was double or nothing and you lost. Either you come up with the four thousand dollars or you entertain all of us until we're satisfied."

Mom speaks up, "We told you we don't have that kind of money and that we would entertain you two."

The guy strongly answers, "For that kind of money you will take care of all five of us."

At that time I cracked open the door between the two rooms. I could see Mom looking at Aunt Mary smiling. I knew they must have planned this and lost on purpose. They just didn't want me to find out about it. Well it was too late for that.

As I watched Aunt Mary, she answers in a sexy voice, "We don't want any trouble with you guys."

The guy I knew as Mark says, "Then we understand one another."

Mom and Aunt Mary both smiled at him and agreed.

Mark then chuckled, "Well ladies, I think you two need to give us a show. You can start first by taking off your clothes, one at a time. Which one of you is going to be first?"

Aunt Mary looking at Mark specks up, "I'll go first."

Mom moves over to the bed and sits down.

Mark taking charged, "Ok guys move the table so she has room to entertain." 

Two of the guys jumped up and moved the table.

Mark directed Aunt Mary to move over to the area where the table has been removed. She moves over to where she was told and looks around the room and starts her stripping at the top of her blouse, unbuttoning one button followed by the next, and the next, and so on. She slipped it off one shoulder and caught it in the crook of her arm. She did the same for the other side. Holding it closed in front leaving it open for her cleavage to show. Finally, she released the arms and let her blouse flow to the floor pooling at her feet in a soft pile.

She stood there in her light blue lacy bra with the pillow-like tops of her rather large breasts pushing up and trying to burst out over the cups.

She unsnapped and unzipped her tight jeans. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she wiggled her hips and eased her pants down her legs. In doing so, she bent over causing her tits to push even harder against the bra. All the guys were waiting for her tits to explode out. But engineering won out over physics as they stayed put. 

Wow, there was my Aunt standing in just her sexy bra and panties. Then she reached up between her tits and slowly opened the clasp of her bra. This time physics won as there was too much tit flesh to be held back and her tits bounced out.

I had always wanted to see her tits. They looked even bigger than I ever thought they would. The ivory mounds of flesh had little sag. They were capped by rouge color areolas topped by long hard nipples. She finished removing her bra and let it fall into the pile of clothes already at her feet.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her lacy panties, she eased them over her full womanly hips. Sliding them down her shapely legs, she stepped out of them and left them on top of the pile. Standing now only in her low heeled pumps, she unabashedly showed her shaved pussy to the five guys in front of her. There was my aunt totally naked in a room full of strangers.

"Now give us a little dance." commands Mark.

Aunt Mary started to dance making her boobs bounce around. The guys started yelling "Shake that ass."

Mom spoke up to plead, "Please, not so loud. My son is asleep in the next room".

The guys all laughed at her and together answers "Ok."

Aunt Mary was getting into the dancing and giving a very good show. With a very sexy smile on her face she had her ass swaying and her boobs bouncing.

After about ten minutes, Mark orders, "Ok you stand over there and play with your tits while Amy has her turn."

Mom walked over to the middle of the room, swaying her ass and smiling at the guys. I couldn't believe that my mom was enjoying herself; she turned around and started to remove her top. She was a little more dynamic in the way she removed her blouse, caring on and trying to excite her audience. She wanted to put on a better show then her sister.

The bra she had on was made of a gauzy material almost completely see-thru except for the sparkly sheen. She then slowly took off her jeans. Her panties were not the normal type but were a thong made of the same gauzy material of her bra. I looked hard but didn't see any pubic hair and was sure she too was shaved. There was my Mom in her bra and thong. Her tight ass cheeks separated by the thin strip of material were a sight to behold. If seeing Aunt Mary hadn't already made me rock hard, mom's ass would have done the job all by itself.

Mom reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Doing this caused her breasts to press harder against the see-thru material. Her impressive globes were soon freed as she took off her bra.

This was the first time I can ever remember seeing my mom's tits. I just couldn't take my eyes off of them. They looked great, perfectly formed. She had beautiful big long nipples that seemed to be getting harder each moment she stood there. I looked and would have to say Aunt Mary's tits were about the same size as moms, but mom's nipples were so much bigger.

When she bent over to take off her panties her tits hung down making them look even fuller. I couldn't help but get even harder, if that was possible. She stood up and there was my Mom totally nude. My deduction was proven true as her pussy was also totally shaved.

Mark forcefully says , "Now a little dance from you."

Mom started to dance and did all she could to get her tits bouncing around. She looked like she had done this before. She seemed to be really getting into it. Mark looked at my Aunt; she was still playing with her own tits. "Ok now join Amy. We want to watch both of you dancing, now."

That is when I noticed one of the guys had a camera and was filming everything. While Aunt Mary and Mom danced, the guys started to yell cat calls.

My Mom again pleas with the guys, "Please be quiet, my son is right next door."

Mark laughing, "Alright, but you better get them tits bouncing better, we want a better show."

So Mom and my Aunt began to make their tits bounce more as they danced. Cat calls were still being called but not as loudly now.

After about fifteen minutes, Mark strongly speaks out, "Ladies this is how it is going to work. You're each going to take care of us, but first we want to watch you two make out."

Aunt Mary definitely answers, "We don't mine taking care of you guys, but I don't think you're going to watch us kiss or do anything else." 

Mom was in agreement. 

Mark walked up to them and slapped them both. They both cried out.

I don't think they were expecting that, but it didn't seem to piss them off. Then it hit me my Mom and Aunt are submissive and they were enjoying this. Now I know for sure they had planned this and were wanting these guys to be forceful. They were role playing and the guys didn't know the game.

Mark looked good and hard at them and said, "I think you two need to do as you're told or pay us our money."

So Mom and Aunt Mary looked at each other and smiled, then started to kiss. 

Someone yells out, "Come on, you can kiss better than that. Don't forget to play with each other's tits."

Just then Mark and another guy walked up to them. Then I heard a loud smack as they each received a hard slap on their ass cheeks. Mom and Aunt Mary jumped. 

Mark commands, "You two better give us a better show. We want to be entertained."

It was then that they really got into it, they fell onto the bed kissing. Mom then cupped my Aunt's breast, running a thumb over her nipple which instantly sprang to life. She pinched and tweaked her nipples as she sucked 

My aunt started to moan. After a few minutes my aunt rolled over and returned the favor for Mom. Then they each started to rub each other's pussy. They were really getting into it, the guys were getting into watching them. The guy with the camera was making sure he captured all of it.

This went on for a while; Mom and my Aunt both had at least one orgasm. The guys were now all ready for some action.

Mark starts talking, "Amy over to the other bed. It's now time for you two to take care of us."

Mom moved as fast as she could to the other bed close to where I was and Aunt Mary stayed on the bed closer to the window. The guy who took Mom first was a little rough with her. He pulled on her tits until she yelled. He laughed and told her to be quiet unless she wanted to wake up her son next door.

All Mom said was, "Not so rough."

He laughed again, "I will be as rough as I want you pretty little cunt." 

Mark looked over, "Amy, you'd better behave or we might wake up your son. He just might like to join in the proceedings. What do you think?"

Mom weakly answer, "I am behaving. I just said not so rough, and please don't wake my son. I don't need anyone back home finding out about this." 

Mark and two other guys all laughed.

It looked and sounded like Aunt Mary was getting the same rough treatment also. I had to open the door a little more so I could watch Aunt Mary also.

The first guy pulled and pinched my Mom's tits and fucked her hard. Even with the rough treatment she was receiving, it appeared that she was enjoying herself, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. When he was done fucking her she just smiled at him.

He orders, "Now clean me off with your mouth."

Mom just put his cock into her mouth and started to lick and suck him clean. He then grabbed her head and started to face fuck her hard and fast. She started to gag. He yells out "Someone better get the trash can over her in case she hurls." Mom didn't hurl but she did gag a few times.

This is when I noticed one of the unoccupied guys going thru their purses. He found their driver's licenses and it look like he was writing down their addresses. Then I saw someone going through their cell phones and making a copy of their contact list.

I watched Mom and Aunt Mary act like sluts and fuck all five of the guys, it ended about 2:00 am. Mom and Aunt Mary thought they were done and started to get up.

Mark just started to laugh at this, "Where do you two think you're going?"

Mom smiling, "We're done, right?"

All of the guys started to laugh; then. Mark looked at them both, "Hell no!"

"We need some sleep. We have to be at the ball field to watch the games."

"Too bad; we don't care."

This is when Mom noticed the camera, "You ass holes, you have filmed all this. We don't need this getting back to our husbands."

All the guys laughed again. Mom and Aunt Mary just looked at them.

"That's right sluts, and we have copies of your home addresses and your contact list off your cell phones. So listen up, we're going to fuck you some more tonight and every night that you're here. If you think you're not going to do this, well, we'll just have to send a short film to everyone on your contact list. Do you understand? And that includes your son, Mike."

"We don't care about fucking you guys. We lost on purpose so we could get manhandled by someone other than out husbands. We just don't need this getting out. So please don't. I beg you not to do that." said Mom.

"We won't as long as you two perform for us or whomever we bring with us throughout this week."

Mom looked at my aunt hoping they both were on the same sheet of paper.

Aunt Mary finally speaks up, "Ok, as long as it doesn't get back to our husbands or friends."

"Mark chuckles, "Ok, but we may want to invite some of the other team's fathers or coaches over to enjoy you two. I'm sure some of the players are eighteen, I'll bet. We are going to get our money's worth from you, understand? Even if you say you lost on purpose, you two still need to pay off your bet, on our terms."

I saw the look on my Mom's face and it was one of worry and anger. Aunt Mary had the same expression. 

Mom said "We will pay off the bet, but please no one else." 

Mark strongly says, "As long as you two perform for us or whomever we bring with us this week."

Mom looked at her sister. They both smiled at each other.

"Ok, we will. We lost the bet and we will pay it off." answers mom

Mark commands, "Enough talk, time to get back to what we were doing." 

He grabbed Mom and turned her around so that she was sideways on the bed on her hands and knees. He told one of the guys to get the other one turned over also. The women were now side by side on the bed

Mark orders, "One each in the front and one from the rear.

Before they knew what was going on Mom and Aunt Mary had a cock in their mouth and one in their cunt. The guys were being very rough with them. The fifth guy was still filming. The guys fucking their mouths were hammering them fast and hard. The guys in the back were slamming them on opposite times so the women were being see-sawed at a fast rough pace.

You could see their tits just bouncing all over the place. There was a loud smack as I saw one of the guys slap Aunt Mary's ass hard. Then the guy behind Mom smacked her ass even harder.

Mom and Aunt Mary both at the same time yell out loud, "Do it again."

The first guy hit Aunt Mary's ass again harder. It seemed to turn into some sort of competition to see who could smack their ass the hardest.

Both, Mom's and Aunt Mary's ass started to look red. The guys fucking their mouths pulled out to watch the spanking competition.

As soon as the cocks were out of my Aunt's and Mom's mouths, they both started yelling "Hit her again."

They were enjoying seeing each other get a spanking. Mom and Aunt Mary's asses got a good spanking and they seemed to be enjoying it. 

Then Mark said, "Enough fun for tonight; I will be back tomorrow night. You two don't know who I will bring with me but for sure, it will be someone."

Aunt Mary tells Mark, " Since you have our phone numbers make sure you text us to let us know when we should be expecting you."

I closed the door and jumped back into my bed, pretending to be asleep. Mom did open the door to peek in to make sure I was asleep. 

The next morning I was tired but had to get up and get to the ball field. I knocked on Mom's door to see if they wanted to go with me. She indicated they were tired and would either catch up with me later at the ball field or here in the motel if they didn't go shopping. 

As I opened my door to leave there was a note on my door, I opened it, "I saw you watching last night. I won't tell your Mom. If you want a copy of the film, leave a note on your door tonight.'

Later in the day, I ran into my Mom and Aunt. They had a worried look on their faces, you could tell from looking at them that they had a long night. 

Mom asked: "How did you sleep last night?"

I replied, "Just like a baby, very soundly, almost didn't hear my alarm go off this morning." Which was true, because I was so tired.




Baseball, Billiards, and More



The worried looks came off their faces. Guess they figured I didn't hear anything last night.

We went to get something to eat. The women seemed to be walking funning. I'd bet they were a little sore after the hard fucking they got. I kind of smiled; they looked at me and asked what're you smiling about?

"Nothing really," I lied, "just thinking about how we are going to win our game tomorrow."

During the meal, Aunt Mary's cell went off. She received a text and she started to smile. She looked at Mom and showed her the text. Now they were both smiling.

Mom smiling, "Looks like around 10:00 tonight."

I asked, "What's happening at 10:00?"

"A movie we want to watch is coming on then."

"Oh, ok. I would watch it with you but I need my sleep."

Later that night, after I figured that Mom and Aunt Mary weren't going out anymore, I put the note on my door, all it said was "Hell yes I want a copy from last night and any other copies you make."

Around 10:00 there was a loud knock on Mom's door. I heard someone open it and say, "Be quiet." 

I knew I needed to wait a few minutes before I tried to open the door between the rooms.

I heard Mom say louder then she planned, "Them two are just kids and I know them."

Mark laughing, "They are both eighteen which makes them of age."

"I know they are 18, they're the same age as my son and on his team."

"So what?"

I cracked opened the door to see who was there. I saw Mark and three other guys. I remembered one from last night; he had the camera and looked like he was filming again. The other two were Jack and Tim from my team, both have been over to our house. Yes, Mom did know them. They always ribbed me about how hot my Mom is and how they would love to fuck her. Now it looked like they were going to get their wish and not just fuck my Mom, but my Aunt also! I'm going to enjoy watching what happens tonight.

I over heard Mom talking to my Aunt Mary, "You know we really love being humiliated but these two guys know Mike. They are on his ball team and have been to the house. I'm just not sure if they will be able to keep this a secret. I also have heard that Jack and Tim don't have any respect for women. I really want to be manhandled roughly, but we're going to run into these two again back home, at least I will. Then it could be fun fucking these two young guys, if they can keep their mouths shut. Plus I know at this point we really don't have much of a choice."

Aunt Mary replied, "Hey we lost the bet, we have to pay it off. Guess Mark just wants to prove he is in charged, he is just an asshole for bringing these two here tonight... What the hell, I know it will be humiliating for me also. Maybe these two guys will keep this a secret, I say let's have some fun. That is why we lost last night."

Mom reluctantly turned to Mark, "Ok, but we need to make sure they won't tell my son or anyone else on the team about this. We don't need this getting around."

Jack and Tim got real big smiles on their faces after Mom said that and would do anything to get to fuck these two MILFs.

Mark laughed, "Ok, boys promise her."

Jack in triumph spoke up. "I have always wanted to fuck you. So I won't tell Mike or anyone else." 

Tim then spoke, "I won't tell Mike or anyone. I have been waiting to fuck you two for a long time."

Mark now smiling, "Ok ladies, I want you two to take real good care of my friends here. So let's give them a good show."

Mom and Aunt Mary started to dance, they were swaying their asses as they walked past the guys over to the same area they did their strip last night. They both smiled at Tim and Jack. Then they slowly removed their clothes. It was just as good of a show as last night. After they had stripped they started to give the guys a better dance.

As they danced Jack and Tim both pulled out their cell phones and started to take pictures.

Mom saw them taking pictures, " This isn't part of the deal."

"So what, they get themselves something to remember you by. Keep dancing!" orders Mark.

Mom and Aunt Mary submissively smiled at Jack and Tim, " Remember you cannot tell anyone, so those pictures are just for you two alone."

They both laughed, "Yeah we know."

Mom and Aunt Mary gave them a good show tonight. After about twenty-five minutes Mark turned to my teammates, "You two need to get undressed, unless you're just going to watch."

It took no time at all for Jack and Tim to get out of their clothes. Jack grabbed my Mom and pushed her down to her knees. "Ok bitch, put it into your mouth."

Mom seemed to enjoy being called a bitch. Again, as last night I was surprise how submissive she is. My Aunt seems to be just as submissive.

Jack and Tim catching onto their submissiveness started to call both of them all kind of names. 

Jack then grabbed Mom's hair, "Look bitch, I'm in control, I said suck my cock."

Mom started sucking his cock, she was really working on him trying to make him cum quickly. Jack started to face fuck her hard, pulling on her hair and making sure he was rough with her. Mom seemed to be enjoying herself.

Tim was doing the same to Aunt Mary. I wasn't sure which one, my Mom or my Aunt was enjoying being abused the most. Tim and Jack made sure they had a picture of Mom and Aunt Mary sucking their cocks.

Tim yells at my Aunt, "You can do a better job on my dick."

Aunt Mary just looked up at him and started to deep throat him as fast as she could. She was working his large staff like there was no tomorrow.

Tim reached out and grabbed a handful of breast, he squeezed and I heard my Aunt groan. She kept up the rhythm and hardly flinched when Tim exploded in her mouth. Cum spurted out of Tim's cock. As he pulled out you could see his cum on her tongue.

Shortly after that, Jack shot a load of cum down my Mom's throat. 

Jack yells, "Ooh yeah. This mature bitch mouth is amazing."

Tim laughing, "This one is great also"

After making Mom and Aunt Mary suck them until they were hard again. They pushed the women on their backs on the bed and grabbed their ankles spreading their legs wide and rammed their cocks deep into the wet mature pussies. They pulled on their tits and slapped them around a little. They even bit their tits. Mom and Aunt Mary didn't object at all. 

When Jack and Tim were done they changed partners and fucked my Mom and Aunt for hours. When they were finally finished, my Mom and Aunt knew they were used and humiliated. I don't think they ever thought that they would ever fuck any of my teammates. They looked a little disgusted with themselves, but they seemed to had a blast.

Mom looking at Tim and Jack, "Remember, you promised you won't tell anyone."

Tim spoke up this time, "Only if we get to fuck you and Mary from time to time. If not, we just might have to tell a few people."

My Mom and Aunt laughed, then Aunt Mary reply, "I don't think so; when we get back home we won't be seeing the likes of you two."

Tim strongly answers, "You'll do what we say or I'm going tell your husbands all the stuff you've been up to here. Maybe it's time they wised up on what their little wives were really doing here while your son sleeps. Now you know what we will do, don't you. Is that what you want?"

Finally Mom looked down in defeat, "We have to keep a low profile. We cannot get caught."

My Aunt Mary just shook her head in agreement, "Whatever."

Jack and Tim then took a few more pictures. Mom and Aunt Mary didn't smile for the pictures.

Tim and Jack got dress and left the room laughing.

Mark now talking, "Alright ladies I am glad you had a good time tonight, but you need to give us a good blow job then we can call it a night."

The next night Mark and the cameraman showed up alone. Mark made my Mom and Aunt get undress and put them on their knees. He had my aunt give him a blow job, while my Mom was giving the cameraman a blow job. While receiving the blow job Mark made a cell phone call, a few minutes later someone was knocking at the door. Mark yells "Come on in!" 

The bouncer from the bar and grill walked in. He stood about 6'6" and weighed upwards of 250 pounds. 

Mark said "Hey Goliath what took you so long."

Now that must be his nickname. What parent would call their kid Goliath. He replied "Had to wait on the other bouncer to show up. Are these the two bitches you were telling me about. The ones who enjoy being humiliated and treated roughly."

"Sure are, why don't you get undress and join the party."

When he undressed he showed the biggest cock that I had ever seen. When Mom and Aunt Mary saw what was in store for them. You could see their eyes open wide with excitement. Goliath walked over towards my Aunt, grabbed her my the hair, pulling her off of Mark. Mark just laugh. 

Goliath pushes my Aunt hard on to the bed. He then grabbed her legs, pushed them up into the air. Taking his cock and pushes it roughly into her pussy. You could tell there was no love or tenderness here, just a man fucking a submissive woman as hard as he could.

My Aunt yells out "I'm cuming." 

He just grunts and continues his pounding with no mercy. When Goliath is almost finished he pulls his cock out and shoots his load all over my Aunts tits. 

He then looks at my Mom, "Don't worry bitch there's a lot more where that came from. Now come over here and lick my cum off your sisters tits. My Mom obediently obey, moved over to the bed. and started to lick off his cum.

Needless to say Goliath spent the next few hours fucking my Mom and Aunt Mary. He made sure they were treated roughly and every chance he had he humiliated them. Mark and the cameraman joined in and would fuck the slut which Goliath wasn't fucking. They took turns filming to make sure all of it was on film. 

The next day the two women didn't get out of bed until late afternoon and they could barely move. 

Every night until we left for home Mom and Aunt Mary entertained who ever Mark bought over to their room. 

For the rest of the week, Jack and Tim would just look at me and smile. All I could do was wonder how many of my teammates had seen the pictures.

Somehow my Mom and Aunt Mary did get some shopping in. Yes I did get a DVD for every night my Mom and Aunt entertained. I think I will watch them when we get back home. I might even have to let my Mom and Aunt know I have them, now that really could become interesting. I don't believe Jack and Tim should be the only ones having fun with these two sluts.

To top off the week, we won the baseball tournament!



Baseball Cougars Take The Lead Pt. 01



All characters are eighteen years or older.

CHAPTER ONE: INTRO - BLEACHER MILFS

We were having an unusually hot spring, which might have bothered me last baseball season. But over the winter, since turning 18, I discovered girls in a big way. So while sitting on the bench waiting for the game to start, my instinct was to look back at the bleachers behind us to look for female flesh. Unfortunately, there were very few young girls that came to watch our team. However, that didn't stop me from finding females to ogle, for I didn't have any problem checking out my teammates' moms. 

Not that they were all raging beauties. Some were hot, absolutely, like Chris and Pete's moms, both slender blondes with smoking bodies. Some, like Brad and Kip's moms, I think that just about anybody would think were attractive. But there were some, like Mike and Eric's moms, that had a little more flesh on them and maybe looked a little older, that I still liked looking at, in part because they had big tits, and in part, well, just because they were female and they were in my view. I wouldn't want anybody else to know that I was lusting after these old moms, but then I wouldn't want my friends to know that I was lusting after any of their hot moms either. 

I was horny enough to risk taking a few good peeks back. There were several moms in shorts showing off some bare leg. A couple with bare arms and bra straps showing also. Not bad. Then there was Mike's mom, Mrs. Miles, in a denim skirt. Mike had been one of my best friends for a few years, so it was odd to suddenly think of his mom as a sex object. On top of that, Mr. Miles had been my manager for the past two seasons, so Mrs. Miles was my manger's wife. Mrs. Miles was one of those moms in the "fleshier" category, so her legs weren't the best. But they were legs. Mrs. Miles had short spiked frosted hair, was pretty tall, taller than me, a little thicker in the waist and butt than I'd prefer. But she did have those nice big tits. So as she read a magazine while wearing these half-glasses, I took a long look at her exposed legs, and tried to look up her skirt. Just then she looked up, over her glasses, and made eye contact with me. Damn! Busted! 

Some time later, early in the game, we were at bat, and I sat on the bench. I wanted to look back at the women, but didn't want to risk getting caught twice in one game looking at Mrs. Miles. Sitting next to me was Eric. I felt Eric nudge me, and whisper, "Hey, Don, check it out. Look at Mike's mom." 

"Huh?"

"Look at Mrs. Miles. You can see up her skirt." 

I looked back at Mrs. Miles. Her denim skirt had ridden up quite a bit, and her knees had spread apart more. Sure enough, I could clearly see a triangle of white panty up her skirt! First of all, I was thrilled to see Mrs. Miles' panties. Second of all, I was shocked that Eric would point it out to me. Eric was the top player on our team, actually the top athlete in the league, a head taller than the rest of us, and very popular with the girls at school. If HE was willing to admit that he enjoyed looking up this woman's skirt, I felt better about my own lust for her. 

As I ogled Mrs. Miles' panties, Eric turned to Pete, sitting on his other side, and pointed the show out to him. As we took turns looking back at Mrs. Miles, Eric said, "I think she's doing it on purpose. I overheard a couple of the moms complaining about Vito's mom last week. They were complaining about the way she dresses for the games." 

I remembered Vito's mom last week, too. She came to the game right from work, dressed to the hilt. Mrs. Nippola looks too young to be Vito's mom. She's divorced, a hot dark-haired beauty, not very tall, but has killer legs and a firm body. I noticed her in the bleachers wearing a scooping top and push-up bra, as well as a short skirt. Damn, I even got to see up her skirt, to her pink panties under her pantyhose. But I didn't know that everybody else noticed her, too. 

I glanced back at Mrs. Miles, but turned away as she looked over at us. "She's looking at us," I whispered to Eric. 

"She wants us to look at her. Look at her now, she's spreading' wider!" I looked back, and sure enough, Mrs. Miles had spread her knees apart wider, and she was looking right at us.

Mrs. Miles was now engaged in a conversation with Kip's mom, Mrs. Deil. Mrs. Deil had a pretty face, luscious lips, and a nice slender figure. She looked younger than most of the moms, but her shoulder-length straight brown hair had some visible strands of gray.

Just as I was looking back admiring Mrs. Deil, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her tank top, and began pulling it up. "Holy crap," I whispered. Eric and Pete heard me, and looked back just in time to see Mrs. Deil pull her top up over her head, shaking it through her hair, and dropping it next to her on the bleacher. She was wearing a pink bikini top. It wasn't the most revealing bathing suit top I've seen, and her tits were pretty small anyways. But it was a bit of a surprise that she'd be on display in just a bikini top and cutoffs at her son's baseball game. 

Both Eric and Pete moaned at the sight of another team mom on display. We watched as Mrs. Deil arched her back and put suntan lotion on her shoulders, chest, and stomach. 

Not only was it fun staring at all these scantily dressed MILFs, but also it was cool actually discussing them with Eric and Pete. It was just the beginning of the summer of "sharing" the team moms with my eighteen-year-old teammates. 

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The very next game was on an even hotter day, and there were even skimpier clothes and more exposed bra straps in the bleachers. Not every mom was in attendance at every game. Today there were several moms that weren't at the last game. This included Brad's mom, Mrs. Curtis. She had nice legs, but her shorts were a little too long to show much thigh. This wasn't the case with Mrs. Osteen, Chris' mom. She had on some very short shorts, and as she sat on the bleachers with her legs crossed, Eric and I simultaneously spotted her blue panties peeking out of the side of her shorts. 

I arrived a little early for the game, but several of my teammates were already there, hanging around the backstop and the bleachers. I saw Brad and Tim on the top row of the bleachers, and Pete and Eric were climbing down. Eric approached me, and mumbled, "Climb up to the top of the bleachers." 

"Why?" 

"Mrs. Deil isn't wearing a bra. Her blouse is hanging open and you can see her whole tit!" 

I looked up at the bleachers, where Brad and Tim were sitting. Next to them was Mrs. Deil, who was wearing a white cotton sleeveless blouse, which scooped down in front. It appeared to be gapped open, and Brad and Tim were climbing all over each other to get a closer look. 

I climbed up to bleachers and stood next to Tim, and pretended to be making small talk with him. But really I was standing over Mrs. Deil. Sure enough, her top was gapped way open, and I could see her whole right tit! It was small, pale in comparison to the rest of her chest, and it was capped with a brown nipple with smaller areolas. Her eraser-sized nipple was easy to see. Fuck! I'm seeing a tit! My first naked tit, and it was on an adult woman! I lingered as long as I dared before climbing down the bleachers and sharing my experience with Eric and Pete, who saw the same thing. As Brad and Tim climbed down the bleachers, Shawn and Bill replaced them. Seven of us saw our teammate's mom's tit, and it was the talk of the bench through most of the ball game. 

Near the end of the game, Eric said to me, "Watch Kyle's mom right after the game." 

"Gladly," I quipped, thinking of Mrs. Kreske, Kyle's attractive mom. "Why especially?" 

"The last two games, when Coach Miles was telling everybody about the next game, she's come up behind me and rubbed up against me."

"Rubbed up against you?"

"Yeah. She presses her tit into my shoulder. If she does it again, I'm going to reach back and 'accidentally' rub her pussy or something."

What happens immediately after the game is that the manager reminds the players when and where the next game or practices is, and what time to be there. Many of the parents also crowed around to hear what he has to say. So after this game, I backed up a bit, and sure enough, Mrs. Kreske found her way over to Eric, and stood behind him. Since Eric was the tallest one on the team, she wouldn't be standing there to see better. Mrs. Kreske seemed to be pressing her left tit into Eric's right shoulder. Mrs. Kreske had B cup tits I'd guess, was another cute brunette mom, but her hair was shorter than most of the moms. She was a bit of a fireplug; shorter than most of the moms. I wouldn't call her slender, she had a little meat on her, but she looked like she worked out. I've often admired her hard thighs, and her round ass, when she wore tight shorts. 

I stood right behind Mrs. Kreske, and watched her arch her back and press her left tit into Eric's shoulder from behind. He was right; she was doing it on purpose! Eric seemed to be responding by slowly rubbing his shoulder back and forth over her tit. It was erotic to watch someone else's "foreplay" with a mom. 

Eric dropped his right hand to his side, and let it slide a little behind him. As he had threatened, he seemed to be attempting to touch Mrs. Kreske. He pressed the back of his hand into her crotch. Mrs. Kreske wasted no time in arching her hips forward to press her pussy into Eric's hand and do a little subtle grinding on it. This all took place in a matter of seconds, before Coach Miles was done talking and the group dispersed. 

This made one mom who showed us her panties, one who showed us her tits, and one who rubbed her tits and pussy against one of us. That was three horny moms we found out of the thirteen team moms. And it was still early in the baseball season, and the summer. 

CHAPTER TWO: THE COACH'S WIFE

The following Saturday, I went over to Mike's house before practice. It was the first time I'd seen Mrs. Miles since the game where she'd flashed her panties at us. I was pretty sure that it was deliberate, but if it was, I figured that it was likely for Eric's benefit, who was so popular with girls. Perhaps older women found him attractive, too. But today, I immediately caught a different vibe from Mrs. Miles. I can't explain it, just a look, and something in her voice when she said, "Hello, Don," with a little smile. Mrs. Miles wasn't dressed exceptionally. She was wearing some jogging pants and a t-shirt. But the shirt was tight and clinging enough that I kept looking at her big tits whenever she walked through the family room. They even swayed some inside of her bra. She was a big woman, taller than me, and broad shouldered. Her big round butt jiggled in those clinging slacks, and I think she caught me staring at her ass, too. 

Coach Miles said that he was gong to go move a pile of mulch that was sitting in the driveway. He went outside, and I could hear his shovel scraping against the sidewalk, then his wheel barrel moving about the yard. Mike and I were talking in the living room, when I heard his mom calling from down the hall. "Mike, you have to go mow the lawn now!" 

"Mom, I'll do it after practice, Don's here now," replied Mike. 

"No, you do it now. Don can go play video games in your room for a half hour," said Mrs. Miles. After a little more arguing, Mike gave up the fight, and went out the side door to mow the lawn. That left me in the house alone with Mrs. Miles. I sauntered down the hall towards Mike's bedroom, which I'd spent plenty of time in over the years. I knew where his video games were. 

As I passed Mike's parents' bedroom, the door was wide open, and I glanced inside to my right. Standing beside the bed was Mrs. Miles. Totally naked. Buck naked. Full frontal. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared, my jaw hanging down. There she was, her big white tits right there, capped by large dark areolas and fat nipples. My eyes moved downward over her rounded belly to her fat triangle of brown pubic hair. 

Mrs. Miles simply stood there silently, with a deadpan expression. I expected her to jump and cover or squeal or something. But she just stood there, clutching her white panties in one hand, and her other hand on her hip. Finally I broke off my stare, and stumbled my way down the hall to Mike's room. 

I sat on Mike's desk chair, my heart beating rapidly. Did she forget I was in the house? Was she pissed? I couldn't get those big tits and big areolas and long public hairs out of my mind. I just saw a grown woman - naked! 

I could hear Mike's lawn mower outside, as well as Coach Miles scraping the shovel. Then I heard Coach Miles' wife walking down the hall toward me. I was bracing for a scolding or something. Mrs. Miles entered the room, now wearing a short white robe, tied in the front. She stood about two feet in front of me, and stood over me as I sat in the chair. She had that deadpan expression on her face. "Don!" she said, in her husky voice. 

"Yes?" I replied. 

The corners of her lips rose, into a closed-mouth smile. "Did you like what you saw?" 

Was that a trick question? I paused, and then replied 'Yeah." 

"Do you want to see more?" 

I thought I'd seen it all, but I replied, "Yeah." 

Without another word Mrs. Miles untied her robe, and opened it up to show her big tits and hairy bush again. She quickly slid the garment off of her shoulders, and dropped it behind her on the carpet. 

My eyes were at the level over her belly. My eyes darted from her pussy to her tits, taking them in, inspecting them. Her tits did slope down a little, but they were so big, and just inches away. There were some imperfections on her, but I didn't care. This was a grown woman, completely naked except for some big white round earrings, and she was posing for me. I didn't know what to do. Mrs. Miles made the next move for me. She spread her legs, moved forward, and lowered her bare bottom onto my lap. She wrapped her bare thighs around me, rested her warm ass on my bare legs, and thrust her chest forward. 

"You can touch me," she said. I reached up, and planted both of my palms on her naked tits, which were inches from my face. I groped her heavy melons firmly as she put her arms on my shoulders. "Ooh, such a firm young body," she cooed in her husky voice. She pressed her body forward, until her pussy mound was rubbing against my hard cock in my shorts. She slowly humped me as she leaned down and opened her mouth. I opened mine, and planted my lips onto hers. She snaked her tongue in my mouth and French kissed me as we pressed together. Aware that we didn't have much time, I slid my right hand down her side, and cupped her pussy mound over her forest of coarse pubic hair. 

Mrs. Miles lifted up slightly, grabbed my shorts by the waist, and pulled them down. I lifted my butt up off the chair, and the big strong woman yanked my shorts and boxers down to my knees, and then tugged them down to my ankles. She wrapped her long fingers around my hard cock, and stroked it rapidly, while I continued kissing her and fondling her tit with my left hand. My right index finger found her wet slit buried in her pubic hair, and I slid it inside. It was warm and lubricated like nothing I'd ever felt before. 

Mrs. Miles pulled my hand away from her pussy, aimed my cock at it, and guided my dick head inside. She thrust forward, and her hot pussy swallowed up my whole cock. Goddamn, I'm fucking a woman! 

My friend's mom clamped her big thighs around me, and began thrusting her hips in and out. My cock slid in and out of her as she wrapped her arms around me. My face was mashed against her chest. I put my hands on her side, then her hips, and then over her thrusting butt cheeks, sinking my fingers into her ass flesh. 

I was aware that we had time constraints. The buzzing of the lawn mower and the scraping of the shovel outside reminded me that any moment my friend might re-enter the house and see me fucking his mom, or my baseball manager could catch me fucking his wife. Mrs. Miles was panting in my ear. My cock tingled with the soft slippery friction of the gliding pussy. 

Mrs. Miles arched her back, causing her tits to lift up to my face. I took the opportunity to burrow between her tits, licking between them. Then I quickly kissed my way over her right tit, until my lips found her fat nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, and licked it. Mrs. Miles groaned hoarsely. "Ohhhh!" 

As she thrust her hips, Mrs. Miles started bouncing up and down on my lap, causing faster friction on my cock. I stopped feeling around her body, and I grabbed her hips firmly, and thrust into her as fast as I could. I arched forward and felt her tits pressing into my chest. The chair was squeaking, but I forgot about the noises outside or who could walk in. My sole goal in life at that moment was to ejaculate into Mrs. Miles' pussy. I was getting close. Coach Miles himself could have walked in at that moment, and I wouldn't have stopped fucking his wife. Mrs. Miles was making sounds I didn't expect to ever hear from my friend's mom. She sounded like some zoo animal, grunting into my ear. "Hugh Hugh Hugh!" Like a train. 

Mrs. Miles' bare skin started to feel sweaty. She rotated her hips in circles as she thrust. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. Then she clamped her big thighs around me in a vice-like grip, and groaned. I took a moment to look over at her face. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were closed. I could see lines in her face I'd never noted before, as she appeared to be in pain. "OHHHHHHHHH!" 

With almost no warning even to myself, I lost control, and gushed a load of sperm into Mrs. Miles' pussy. I arched up and let her have numerous other spurts. Mrs. Miles began to shudder and shake on top of me, like she was having a seizure. Her body shook all over me, and I thought she was going to throw me off of the chair. I hung on and tried to keep her centered on me. "GRRRRRRR! UNNNNGGG!" 

Just as I finally got done cumming inside of her, Mrs. Miles slowed her thrusting, until she finally collapsed on me. I felt her dead weight on my lap and on my shoulders as she panted heavily. 

Then without a word, the big mother raised up off of me, letting my cock slide out of her pussy. She stood up and stepped back. I took one last look at her matted pussy hair and dangling tits as she bent down and picked up her robe. I had one strange fleeting moment of discomfort and modesty when I realized that my dick was out in front of my friend's mom. She was in the process of putting her robe on when we heard the back door open. It brought me back to reality, and I quickly stood and started to yank up my shorts and boxers. Mrs. Miles turned and tied her robe as she walked out the door without a word, and hurried down the hall. Seconds later, Mike came into the bedroom. I told him I had to go to the bathroom, and as I made my way down the hall, I heard the shower running in Mrs. Miles' master bathroom. When I'd wiped off my cock and washed my hands, and came out of the bathroom, Coach Miles was also in the house. A few minutes later, just as we were leaving for baseball practice, Mrs. Miles came out of her bedroom and said goodbye to us. As I was walking out the door, I looked back at her, and she gave me a little smile. 

CHAPTER THREE: BLEACHERFINGER

The next game was on a cooler day, so I was afraid that there wouldn't be much to view in the stands. I walked to the park because Mom and Dad were busy and were coming later. It had rained earlier, and so the game right before ours had been delayed. So not only did I have a long wait before my game started, I was starting to get cold. The bleachers were full, as parents from both the early game and our later game were there. I climbed up the right side of the bleachers, and found a spot next to Brad's mom, Mrs. Curtis, on the edge of the top row. Her other son was playing in the early game. Mrs. Curtis said, "Hi, Don," as I squeezed in next to her on her right. Mrs. Curtis had a blanket over her legs; that's how cold it was. I could see from her bare calves that she was wearing shorts under the blanket. I tired to give Mrs. Curtis her space, but we were hip-to-hip next to each other. And Mrs. Curtis didn't seem to want her own space. I felt her right leg press against my left leg. I didn't mind the contact. 




Baseball Cougars Take The Lead Pt. 01



Brad's dad, Mr. Curtis, was sitting next to Mrs. Curtis on her left. He was talking about baseball to another dad on the other side of him to his left. Mrs. Curtis watched the game. I caught glances of Mrs. Curtis' face, only a foot from mine. I'd been on a few teams with Brad, plus we'd been in some classes together back in grade school, and his mom was often a Snack Mom or Field Trip mom, so I'd known his mom for a few years. God, was she pretty, in a wholesome sort of way. Her shoulder length brown hair was stylish, her nose turned up nicely, and she had really kissable lips. At this close range, I could see wrinkles in her face that showed a few years. She looked over at me, and said, "Are you cold, Don?" 

"Yeah, a little," I said. 

"Here." She threw her blanket over my legs. We were now sharing her blanket, and even through my baseball pants I could feel her bare thigh press against mine. I didn't want to be offensive, but I wasn't going to move away from her. Perhaps it was my imagination, but she seemed to enjoy rubbing up against me. I glanced over at Mr. Curtis. He was turned away from us, still talking about baseball. I guess that nobody could tell under the thick blanket that we were so close anyways. I put my hands under the blanket, on the tops of my own thighs, to keep them warm. Damn, it would be cool just to slide my left hand over onto Mrs. Curtis' bare thigh. I looked over at her. She was staring straight ahead at the ballgame, but there seemed to be a little smile on her face. I'd swear I felt some sexual tension. 

As if she read my mind, Mrs. Curtis put her right hand under the blanket. She slid it over to my hand, and held her right hand on top of my left hand. At fist I wondered if she were going to push my hand away or something. But she just cupped my hand for a moment. Then she grabbed my hand, and gently pulled it over towards her, until it was sitting on top of her bare right thigh. She withdrew her hand and rested it on top of the blanket, leaving my hand on her thigh. Wow! 

I looked around. Everybody below us on the bleachers was watching the game, not us. A few of my teammates had arrived, and were hanging around by the backstop. Mr. Curtis was still turned away talking. I gently squeezed my hand down around her thigh. Mrs. Curtis' only reaction was to rub her shoulder into mine. We were now pressed together from shoulder to hip to knee. 

Very, very gently, I slid my hand more inside of her thigh, until the back of my hand was touching her left thigh. Her skin felt so smooth and warm. With no objection from my teammate's mom, or from his dad who wasn't noticing, I squeezed harder, and wiggled my fingers a little. But that was all the chances I was going to take. 

Them Mrs. Curtis slid her hand under the blanket again, put her hand over mine, and pushed my hand higher up her thigh, spreading her legs wider. I let her guide my hand up her thigh, until I felt the edge of her shorts. I was careful not to move my hand or arm much, but I squeezed her upper inside thigh with my fingers. I spread my fingers apart, until I could feel my little pinky tapping against the crease by her crotch over her shorts. Again she reached under the blanket, and this time I was sure that she would push my hand away. But instead, she pulled my hand up further, spread her legs wider, and placed my hand square on her crotch over her cotton shorts. 

My heart was beating a mile a minute, as I slowly rubbed my fingers up and down over her pussy mound. I tried to control my motions and my emotions. I glanced over, and Mrs. Curtis still had a little smile on her face as she stared straight out. I glanced at Mr. Curtis, who clearly had no idea that his wife's pussy was getting rubbed by one of his son's friends. 

It felt great rubbing the woman's protruding mound, and I would gladly have done it all day. But I was thinking of how I could go even further. Mrs. Curtis' shorts were loose jogging shorts. I wondered if I could slide my hand inside of the left hole from this angle. I slid my hand off of her mound, and slid it under her shorts. I could feel the edge of her cotton panties. My fingers caressed her mound over her tight panties, and I felt a wet spot over her pussy. 

I slid my fingers inside of her panties at the crotch. The fabric and elastic offered little resistance, and I was now touching a clump of matted pubic hair. Sliding over further, I cupped the furry pubic mound, and rubbed over it. Mrs. Curtis arched her hips forward to meet my hand. 

I found the source of the wet spot, as my middle finger slid up and down her slit. Feeling the warm wetness, I pressed inward, and my middle finger sunk deep into Mrs. Curtis' slippery pussy. My previously cold digit was now burrowed in the warmest place on the bleachers. Not that anybody else seemed aware of it. Being an experienced Baseball Mom, Mrs. Curtis would know that I was wearing a plastic protective cup inside of my jock, so there was no use for her to try to reciprocate and touch my cock.  

I worked my finger in and out of the lubricated pussy as fast as I could without moving my hand or arm. Mrs. Curtis' smile was bigger, her eyes glassier. Since it was easy, I slid my ring finger into the elastic pussy, and spread my fingers as wide apart as I could. I heard Mrs. Curtis inhale loudly. Then she put her hand under the blanket again, on top of my hand, and pressed my hand harder against her crotch. My palm was resting on the top of her slit, and rubbing up and down while I finger fucked her. 

Mrs. Curtis was thrusting her hips in and out, and holding my hand against her pussy. I glanced over again, and Mrs. Curtis' eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. She opened her eyes, but her jaw was firmly clenched. Then she clamped her thighs hard around my hand, bucked her hips a little under the blanket, and leaned forward, I presumed to cover her orgasmic motions. A few more thrusts, and the red-faced mom relaxed. After a few more pelvic thrusts, she pushed my hand away from her crotch. I was pretty sure that she'd had an orgasm and was finished with me. I pulled my hand out from under the blanket, and subtly wiped Mrs. Curtis' juices from my fingers onto the blanket. 

Without a word, I climbed down the bleachers, and joined my teammates behind the backstop. On Coach Miles' orders, we grabbed some baseballs, moved out down the left field line away from the stands, and started to play catch to warm up. Away from the bleachers, I held my fingers up to Eric, and said, "Wanna smell Brad's mom?" 

When it registered what I'd said to him, his jaw dropped. "What? Are you dreaming?" 

"No," I replied. "I just finger fucked Mrs. Curtis under a blanket on the bleachers." 

"Bullshit! Right up there next to her husband?" 

"Yeah," I laughed. 

"How? Why?" Eric stuttered. 

"She didn't say a word, she just put the blanket over us, and placed my hand over her pussy. And I got two fingers in her!" I bragged. 

"You asshole!" Laughed Eric. "I want to do that." 

I was proud of myself for doing something that made Eric, the class stud, envious. "Well, if she let me finger her," I said pragmatically, 'She'd probably let you do it some time." 

CHAPTER FOUR: BLEACHER BANG 

I overheard a group of team moms complaining about Vito's mom. They were commenting about the way she dressed at the games. I thought it somewhat hypocritical of several of them, since by this point in the hot season they were showing as much flesh and undergarments as Mrs. Nippola was. There was a difference, though. With some exceptions, the other moms generally wore what was considered acceptable casual summer attire for a sporting event. Their complaint about Mrs. Nippola was that they considered her flamboyantly underdressed. She came to the games right from work, and often wore spiked heels, tight miniskirts, frilly, colorful, low-cut, or see-through blouses, and push-up bras. Early in the season pantyhose were in evidence, but they disappeared with the cool weather. And at the last game, there was a thong sighting by Eric, who sat behind her on the bleachers. 

The team players had noticed Mrs. Nippolas' wardrobe, and the rest of her appearance. I guess she was of Italian descent, judging by Vito's name and Mrs. Nippola's long thick black hair and dark eyes and complexion. She wasn't very tall, but she had a curvy figure and smooth legs. Many times one of us would walk by her as she sat on the bleachers, so we could look up her skirt, which she made easy. Standing over her was also a pleasure, because there was plenty of cleavage spilling out the top of her low-cut blouses and push-up bras. When we players weren't checking her out, we caught the dads doing it, which was likely one source of the moms' irritations. She was divorced, which also may have scared the moms a little. She would bounce up to the bleachers on her high heels, wiggling her butt and shoulders, waving and saying hello to us players and the dads. We liked her because she didn't act snobby or treat us like children. By appearances, she had to be just about the youngest mom on the team. With her tight and revealing clothes she just made me desire her. 

At a weekday practice, Kip, Shawn, and I asked Vito for a ride home, and he said no problem. Mrs. Nippola arrived while we were still on the field, and I had trouble paying attention to what I was doing when I could see her sitting alone on the bleachers in a short skirt and blouse. I came in to bat, and she gave me a little wave. She uncrossed her legs, and her pink panties were on display up her skirt. No pantyhose tonight. 

Practice ended, and the coaches and most of the players disappeared in a hurry. By the time Vito, Kip, Shawn, and I got settled in Mrs. Nippola's car, there were just a few players on bikes left. But Mrs. Nippola's car wouldn't start. She tried it a few times, but no deal. The four of us got out of the hot car and stood around the bleachers along with Pete and Tim, who sat on their bikes in no hurry to leave. 

Mrs. Nippola made a couple of calls on her cell phone, and then exited her car and joined us by the bleachers. "Vito's uncle is going to come and jump the car, but he can't get here for about half an hour." 

At first I was a little irritated. Until I got smart and realized that not only did I have nothing to do at home, but we were now marooned with a sexy MILF in a short skirt and a see-through blouse. And it was starting to get dark. 

I'd have preferred to be marooned alone with Mrs. Nippola, but I had to make do with five of my teammates. Mrs. Nippola settled back into the third row of the bleachers, and was soon surrounded by four horny teens. Vito stood nearby. I sat down on the first row of the bleachers, in a position to look up Mrs. Nippola's skirt. She didn't disappoint, and shot me a nice view of her panties. If the moms didn't like the way she sat during the games, they should see the way she looked now, with her skirt hiked up high, a black see-through blouse that showed her black bra, and her cleavage spilling out the top of the scooping blouse. 

At Mrs. Nippola's invitation, Pete and Tim had managed to grab bleacher seats on either side of her. With the whole bleacher for the five of us, they were up tight next to her. She didn't seem to mind their proximity. In fact, she put her hands on their thighs. Kip sat directly behind Mrs. Nippola, obviously looking down her blouse at her cleavage. 

The baseball field wasn't far off of the street, but it was a quiet street with little traffic, and the houses across the street were quite a distance and hidden by trees. Beyond the outfield were only shrubs and trees. We were fairly isolated. 

Mrs. Nippola took a cell phone call. "Oh, don't hurry," she told the caller. "I'm surrounded by six strong handsome young athletes." That gave my cock a jump, along with the little wink Mrs. Nippola gave me. Upon hanging up the phone, she said, "Vito, you don't mind if I get cozy with your friends, to you?" 

"Why should I care?" replied Vito. 

Mrs. Nippola pressed her thighs into Pete and Tim's. To do this she spread her legs wide, which hiked her skirt up even higher. Sitting in front of her, my eyes were at crotch level, and I looked between her two naked smooth inner thighs to see the mound of her pussy covered only by her tight pink panties. Mrs. Nippola ran her palms up Pete and Tim's thighs, and grazed their crotches. Presuming they wore their cups to practice, she was only grabbing hard plastic, but the idea of what she was doing was enough to raise the temperature of everybody on the bleachers. 

"It's getting warm," said Mrs. Nippola. I think I'll unbutton my blouse a little." Mrs. Nippola's sheer low-cut blouse didn't have too many buttons, so she only had to undo three of them to open up her blouse and have both of her shiny bra cups exposed to the dimming light. 

"Geez, Ma, why don't you just flash them your boobs?" Asked Vito. 

Mrs. Nippola gave a little smile. "Do you boys want to see my boobs?" 

"Yeah," was the unanimous reply from the five of us. 

I couldn't believe it was that easy. And even easier was that Mrs. Nippola had a front-hook bra. With another dirty smile on her face, she unclasped the front of her bra, and her two tits fell out of their holsters. They weren't as gravity defying as her push-up bra suggested, but they were firm and sizable and sloped out nicely. Her dark areolas pointed up, and her nipples were long and hard. She proudly thrust her chest out and smiled as she modeled her bare tits for us. 

The bare tits were soon covered by Pete's and Tim's hands, eagerly kneading and squeezing them. 

Mrs. Nippola's feet were on either side of me, and I took advantage of my position to start stroking her calves. She looked down at me, and said, "Don, why don't you sit here, for a better view?" She patted her footrest. I deftly climbed down and sat on the board at her feet, facing her. My face was now nestled between her bare thighs. The hot mom reached down with her right hand and pulled her panty crotch to the side. I was now a foot away from her bare pussy. It was shaved, with dark brown flesh on her mound surrounding her pink lips. The only pubic hair was a black strip right above her slit.

I burrowed my face between her thighs, and licked her hairless pussy. She quickly stopped, reached under her skirt, lifted her butt up off the bench, and pulled her panties down her thighs. I helped her slide them down her legs, and left the warm silky garment on the bench beside me. It was soon kicked off the bleachers and fell under them. By the time I got back to the bare pussy in front of me, Mrs. Nippola's slit was already oozing juices onto the aluminum bench. I eagerly went back to licking into her pussy, slurping up and down and back and forth. 

The two teens on either side of Mrs. Nippola had pulled down their pants and jocks. Mrs. Nippola jerked the two stiff cocks while I ate her out. Above her, Kip and Shawn were getting in some quick feels of her bare tits also. Mrs. Nippola took turns French kissing Pete and Tim. Soon Kip had his cock out, and Mrs. Nippola turned her head back and wrapped her lips on it. 

"Vito, tell us if someone is coming," called Mrs. Nippola to her son.

"The only thing coming is you, Mom." 

Mrs. Nippola stood up, and climbed onto Tim's lap with her back to him, and slid her pussy down onto his hard shaft. She used her knees to pump up and down. When she bounced too hard, the aluminum bleachers rattled, and she calmed down. Everybody, including me, took turns feeling her tits. I now whipped out my cock, stood in front of Mrs. Nippola, and she leaned forward and sucked on it. I could hear her slurping noises as her lips slid up and down my cock shaft. She even licked my dick head, while emitting little moans. It wasn't quite as good as a pussy, but getting a blow job seemed like the next best thing!

Tim came almost immediately. Mrs. Nippola slid off his cock, and laid down with her back on the bleacher. I quickly climbed between her legs, with my feet on the boards on either side of the one we were lying on. Mrs. Nippola squeezed me with her bare thighs, her skirt bunched up around her waist and her blouse and bra wide open. She wrapped her arms around me, and I slid my cock into her hot wet pussy. 

Anybody driving or walking down the street might have noticed several bodies on the bleachers, but from that angle and in near-darkness they probably couldn't see any nudity or know that we were fucking. At least I hoped. 

I pumped rapidly. I learned that being on top gave me a better angle to thrust faster than when Mrs. Miles had straddled me. I have to admit it only took me a minute to cum inside of her. I was proud of myself for lasting that long. 

As soon as I climbed off and before I even had my wet cock back in my pants, Kip took my place and became the third Cougar to fuck our teammate's sexy brunette mom.

When Kip was done, Mrs. Nippola sat up. She pushed Pete down onto the bench, climbed on top of him, and fucked him while the rest of us played with her tits. She proudly bounced up and down, her back arched mostly, as we pawed at her jiggling tits.

Mrs. Nippola leaned over and took Tim's cock in her mouth. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Moaned Mrs. Nippola as she fucked and sucked. She started to writhe her body, circling her hips over Pete's cock. 

Tim didn't even last as long as Pete, and came into Mrs. Nippola's mouth. Only after Mrs. Nippola swallowed his cum did she let the dick pop out of her mouth. She finished her orgasm, wailing loudly until Vito told her to keep quiet.

Just as we finished up, Vito's uncle drove up in his car. We quickly pulled our clothes up. Mrs. Nippola looked around for her panties, but had to give up and leave them behind as she helped get the car started. She gave us a ride home singing as she drove with the windows open.

CHAPTER FIVE: MOM ON THE FENCE

Several days after Vito's mom's bleacher bang, my mom was driving me home from a practice. I'd already told her about the car not starting to explain why we were late getting home. 

"Hey, Don?"

"Yeah, Mom."

The other night, were there any other girls at the park when you were waiting for the car to get jumped?"

"Uh, no Mom."

There was nobody else at the baseball diamond besides your teammates and Vito's mom?"

"No, Mom."

"I heard that some women's underwear was found under the bleachers the next morning."

"Yeah?"

"Nobody else stayed later?"

"No, Mom. We were the last ones to leave."

Mom dropped it, but I guess it pays to be discreet. Should've picked up those panties.

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Our next game was an inter-league game in a nearby town. Our game was late afternoon, and it was scorching hot. Just a few feet from the playing field down the first base line was an outer six-foot chain link fence around the entire park. While an earlier game played, our team found some shade along the fence, since there was a row of trees just outside the fence. The coaches watched the previous game from behind the backstop. 

Usually these away games had less parents attending, and I didn't see too many of the moms around the bleachers. Then I spotted Kip's mom, Mrs. Deil, on the other side of the fence. Smoking was banned from the park, and she was sneaking a smoke on the other side of the outer fence. I watched her working her way down to where we were sitting. She was wearing tiny white shorts that showed her nice slender legs, and a rustic blue tank top. Since I'd already seen her bare tit down her shirt another time, I was hoping that she'd be braless this time too. As she got closer I could detect two nipples poking through her top. 

Mrs. Deil quietly sat down in the shade just a foot from where we were huddled on the other side of the fence. I worked my way over to the fence and glanced through. So did many of my teammates, no doubt also remembering that Mrs. Deil didn't always wear bras. 




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She didn't disappoint. She sat cross-legged, leaning forward. Her tank top was gapped open, and I got a look at her familiar right nipple capping her cone-shaped tit. It was so obvious that everyone could surely see it. Actually, when she turned a little, I could see both nipples, as her tits practically hung out of her top. And she turned to put out her cigarette in the dirt, a whole bunch of her left tit was visible through the arm hole of her top. 

Mrs. Deil then engaged in small talk with the team, sitting and smiling while we all stared down her top and her bare tits. How could she not be aware? Or was she aware? 

After a while, Kip wandered over to the fence. He looked down at his mom, and sarcastically said, "Geez, Mom, do you think you could flash your tits a little more?"

Mrs. Deil looked down at her top, but didn't cover herself. Then she stood up and said, "Sorry if I'm offending anybody."

"No need for apologies," said Tim. 

Mrs. Deil pressed up against the chain link fence, with a little smile on her face. "Well, I hope you enjoyed the view." 

"Yeah!' said several of my teammates. 

Mrs. Deil smiled a dirty smirk while rubbing her chest against the fence. She glanced down at herself, reached up with her right hand, and slowly pulled her tank top down. She didn't have to pull down far until her white tit started to appear. Little doubt she could see me, and most of my other teammates, staring at her tit, as her brown nipple popped out over her top. She pulled further until her whole A-cup tit was exposed. Then she pressed forward again, until her tit was poking through the chain link fence. 

There were several moans as Kip's mom stood there smirking and flashing her tit at us, her chest pressed against the fence. Then she pulled her top town to expose her left tit, and pushed that one through the fence, too. 

I couldn't help myself. With her left tit just inches from me, and just the fence separating us, I reached up and rubbed my fingers over her hard nipple. When her only response was a smile, Tim reached up and felt her right tit. 

Mrs. Deil moaned as both of her tits got felt through the fence. I tugged on her hard nipple, and squeezed as much of her little tittie as I could get my hands on. Then I leaned down and took the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.

"Oooh", cooed Mrs. Diel. My teammates were pressed around me, so I hoped nobody else could see what we were dong with Kip's mom. But frankly I wasn't giving it much thought. I just didn't want to pass up the opportunity to play with a mom's bare tits. I flicked my tongue over her nipple. 

I saw other hands trying to reach through the fence to get at Mrs. Deil. She pushed her crotch against the fence, and hand were touching her bare thighs and shorts-covered pussy.

I came up for a breath, and two other hands grabbed the tit that I had been licking. Mrs. Deil pressed her face up to the fence, her lips pursed. I pressed my lips up to the hole between the links, and attempted to kiss her. The fence prevented a good make-out session, but Mrs. Deil did stick her tongue out, and our tongues met and encircled each other outside of our mouths. 

My cock was pressed against the fence, and Mrs. Deil stuck her fingers through the fence and touched my crotch over my uniform and cup. I quickly buckled my belt, and pulled my cock out. It was already hard. Mrs. Deil reached through just enough to touch my cock head. I pressed my crotch up to the fence and stuck my wiener all the way through. Mrs. Deil grabbed it with her left hand and jerked me off. I didn't understand what she meant when she said, "Oh, a glory hole."

Eric then took his cock out and stuck it through the fence, and Mrs. Deil gave both of us hand jobs while Tim and a few others played with her tits. Someone managed to unzip her fly and get her pants open enough that I could see her brown pubic hair sticking out. 

Mrs. Deil slid to her left just a little, and rubbed her bare pussy over my dick head. Just like that, the head slid in her wet slit. I was now fucking my teammate's mom, in front of my teammate and the rest of my team, outside in broad daylight, and through a fence.

I humped as much as I could, but the fence kept me from getting maximum penetration. Mrs. Deil pulled out, and turned around. She pulled her shorts and her panties halfway down her thighs, exposing her bare white ass to the others and me. She pressed her ass up to the fence, and I felt her pussy sliding over my cock again. Again, my dick head penetrated the mature pussy.

I humped into the fence, and Mrs. Deil humped back into me. The fence made a little metallic noise. There wasn't much that my teammates could do now to touch Mrs. Deil, so they simply crowded around me and watched me fuck the older woman doggie style through the fence. I couldn't grab hold of Mrs. Deil, so I clutched the fence as I humped her. I could see enough of Mrs. Deil's face to see her eyes were closed, and she was smiling.

It didn't take Mrs. Deil long to start gyrating into an orgasm, and as she started to shudder, I quickly followed. As soon as I was done spurting into her pussy, I put my cock away, and Tim took my place in the chain link "glory hole", and fucked Mrs. Deil from behind.

My lust momentarily sated, I came back to reality and realized that we were pretty much out in the open fucking this woman. I looked over at the bleachers, perhaps seventy feet away, and nobody seemed to be watching us. There was nobody on the other side of the park fence approaching or watching Mrs. Deil. Out on the baseball field, some kid from another team was playing right field. He was watching us, likely getting glimpses of a near naked woman getting fucked through a fence. Just as he was gawking at us, a fly ball was hit in his direction, and it dropped right in front of him before his yelling teammates got his attention and he retrieved it. 

After Tim came, Mrs. Deil faced us again, and got on her knees. She took Eric's cock in her mouth through the fence, and grabbed two more cocks with her hands. In short order she'd satisfied three more teen cocks, making five so far. She took on several more, with her hands, mouth and pussy, as Kip simply stood back and watched his mom getting gangbanged by his teammates in a ball field. Thinking I'd already seen everything, I had to laugh when I watched Kip pull out his cock and stick it though the fence. I don't even know if Mrs. Deil realized whom the cock belonged to when she grabbed it, but she was now jerking off her own son. 

Tim was getting sucked off when came in Mrs. Deil's mouth, and Mrs. Deil pulled back too quick and got hit by a shot of jiz on her face. Her hands were also sticky with cum. 

I don't know if everybody had gotten off when Coach Miles started walking our way; at least nearly everybody had. "Hey, Coach Miles is coming!" I said. Mrs. Deil pulled away from the fence, pulled up her shorts and zipped them up, and stuck her tits back into her top. She wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand, and we straightened up our uniforms as the coach approached. Mrs. Deil simply waved at Coach Miles as she walked away, and he waved back. 

We played a pretty good game and kicked ass. I attributed it to being relaxed. 

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All characters are eighteen years or older.

CHAPTER SIX: COACH MOM 

"Don?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"What was going on before the game today?"

"Uh, nothing."

"I saw Kip's mom down by the fence before the game." Mom had come to the game later. I was hoping she'd arrived after we played with Mrs. Diel, but I guess she got there during the middle of things. I hope she didn't see too much.

"It looked like there was a big commotion around her by the fence. Did somebody get hurt? What was she doing there?"

"She was smoking, and came over to talk to Kip." 

"She didn't offer you boys a smoke, did she?"

"No, Mom, she didn't offer us a smoke." I hope I sounded sincere. Mom dropped it, so hopefully she was satisfied with my answers. Phew.

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Kip wasn't a real friendly guy, and Vito just wasn't one of the guys we hung out with or sat next to on the bench, so there was minimal follow-up discussion about much of the team fucking their moms, or their own participation in their moms' gangbangs. 

At the next game, Pete's mom showed up in the bleachers in a tight fashionable summer dress that scooped way down in front, showing some pushed-up cleavage, more cleavage than I thought the slender blonde possessed. Pet's mom was a bona-fide stuck up bitch, the kind of mom that tended to treat us like vermin when we were around, if she even acknowledged our presence. She seemed the least likely mom to wear something sexy to a ballgame. But then again she'd rarely attended her son's ballgames before.

And that's when a taboo was broken. Up to that point, as much as Pete and Eric and I talked about some of the hot moms in the stands, there was never any mention of any of our own moms. Eric's mom was a redhead with a little weight on her and very average looks, but I enjoyed staring at her big tits and wondered what the redhead's pussy hair looked like. Still, I wasn't about to mention Eric or Pete's moms, and they never mentioned mine. 

But upon seeing Pete's mom, Eric asked, "Pete, what's up with your mom dressed that way?" 

Pete didn't seem offended. "I think she's trying to piss off my dad. They're going through a divorce. She caught him fucking my sister's babysitter." 

Pete's dad was Coach Clark, one of our team's assistant coaches. I thought he was a jerk. He was hired on after the draft as an extra coach, because Pete was not one of our best players. Actually, he was one of the worst. I think he played ball just because his dad made him. Coach Clark was a typical big loud jock, never teaching but always yelling. I hated the way he berated Pete for making mistakes. 

So today Mrs. Clark was sitting up in the stands looking standout sexy and overdressed, while Coach Clark stewed on the bench or on the field. 

This discussion of Pete's mom opened up a can of worms about each other's moms. Eric asked, "Ever seen your mom naked, Pete?" 

Pete replied. "Yeah. But only since Dad moved out. She used to be real modest, but now she's always parading around the house in her underwear or sexy lingerie, and even leaving the bedroom door open when she changes." 

"How about you, Mike?" asked Eric. Ever seen your mom naked?" 

"No," replied Mike. "She keeps her door locked tight when she changes." I kept my mouth shut about seeing Mike's mom naked when she left the bedroom door open, right before she fucked me. "How about you, Eric?" 

"Yeah, I've seen her naked. I'll come home and be real quiet so she doesn't know I'm there, and then she'll come out of her bedroom or the shower completely naked." 

"What does she look like naked?" Asked Mike. 

"Her tits are big and heavy and have light colored nipples," replied Eric about his redheaded mom. "And her bush is basically the same red color as the hair on her head. Pretty wild looking." 

"Wow, a firebush!" Said Mike. I'd never heard that term before, and it made me chuckle. 

"How about you, Dan?" asked Pete. 

"No," I replied. "I've never seen her naked. Never tried." 

"Why the fuck not?" Asked Eric. "She's the hottest mom on the team." 

I was taken aback by that comment. Not because I was offended, but I just thought of my mom as a mom. Before Kip and Vito took part in their respective moms' jizfest, I couldn't imagine any son having sexual thoughts of his own mother.

I looked back at the bleachers, and there was Mom. She was very tall, five foot ten inches. And pretty enough for her age. I guess I always knew she was pretty. She did have long legs, which were currently on display in her shorts. And yeah, I guess she did have big tits. Wow, I guess she had REALLY big tits, now that I look at her in her tight red tank top. I felt my cock stirring in my cup, thinking about my mom as a sex symbol, and thinking about my teen teammates thinking about her sexually, the way I thought about their moms. 

As if on queue, Mom leaned over to retrieve something from her purse, allowing her tank top to gap open, and a whole lot of cleavage to be displayed to my teammates. "Ummmmm!" several groaned. 

Mike asked to no one in particular, "Anybody here fucked their mom?" 

A month ago I would have laughed at such an absurd question. But witnessing Kip and Vito fondling their moms' tits, it didn't seem like such a wild inquiry. 

Shawn replied, "I've SEEN my mom fucking. I watched her fuck a boyfriend a couple of years ago." 

"Was that kind of sick?" Asked Mike. 

"She's been divorced from my dad for years, so she had this one boyfriend. Nothing weird about it. It was pretty hot, watching them banging away. She was on top, and her ass was grinding and her tits were hanging down." 

We didn't always have to look behind us in the stands for some female action. Sometimes we could just look forward. Shawn's mom, Mrs. Truffeau, was one of our coaches. Not that she knew much about baseball. But here's the way it worked with our league: the dads were all nuts about winning games, more than us players were, so picking the best players was important. And before the season, when the league held a draft, the managers got to reserve their kid, and their coach's kids. So how good an assistant coach's kid played was more important than how well the dad could coach. And since Shawn was a great player, and his mom was divorced and Shawn's dad wasn't around, Coach Miles picked Mrs. Truffeau as an assistant coach so he could automatically get Shawn on his team. 

So at practices and at games, Mrs. Truffeau was the only female on the baseball field. She wasn't the prettiest of moms, or one of the classiest or ladylike. Her face was just average, and her shoulder-length brown hair was sort of unkempt and unstyled. And her body was sorta skinny. But she did have nice sized tits on such a skinny frame. And her ass and legs weren't bad, either, when she was the only female to look at. She couldn't coach us on much, but I liked watching her spread her legs and stick her ass out while she hit fungos to us. 

She started out the year as just a mom, but the more time she spent around us, she loosened up and tolerated our juvenile behavior and jokes. Sometimes I think she tried to fit in and act like a little more like a regular person and less like a mom. And sometimes I think perhaps she enjoyed our dirty teen innuendos. 

And when the weather warmed up, she wasn't afraid to dress skimpy in front of us; or the people in the stands. At practices it started with tight tank tops and spandex shorts over her skinny butt. Soon she was wearing that to games. And once she wore a one-piece bathing suit with cutoffs at a game, coaching first base like that. I don't know what the parents or Coach Miles thought, but we took notice on the bench. 

It seemed to start when she caught me staring at her tits once, and just smiled at me. Then she started trading dirty innuendos, when someone would make some juvenile dirty comment. Like when Kip held two baseballs in his hand and said something about having "a pair of big balls". Mrs. Truffeau retorted, "Kip, you only wish your balls were that big." And then some baseball bat jokes. Guys standing with their baseball bats between their legs, and someone would say something dirty. Mrs. Truffeau said, "I've had bigger." 

And then she started rubbing up against us. It began as little pats of our shoulders or backs when we made a good play. Some of the visiting fields had actual dugouts, or at least benches obscured by tarps and things. I used to sit next to Mrs. Truffeau on the bench as she kept score, and read the score sheet. She'd sit close to me as she explained how she kept score, and rub her bare leg against mine, and I'd press back. Once Mrs. Truffeau stood behind me on the bench and put her hand on my shoulders. She slowly caressed my shoulders and back, and then leaned forward until I could feel her upper thigh pressing against my upper arm. I pressed back, and then she pressed her pussy mound into my shoulder. All of this was out of the eyeshot and earshot of the other coaches and adults. 

It got to the point that when she was coaching first base and I'd get on base, she'd come over and whisper some instructions to me, and press her tit into my shoulder. It was hard to concentrate on the game when she did that. 

Then today, she showed up to the game in her black spandex shorts and tight white tank top, only this time she wasn't wearing a bra! Kip and Eric and Pete and I all noticed right away. The whole game she's out coaching the bases like that, and coming back to the bench and parading in front of us, as her sizable tits jiggled on her slender frame under her top, her nipples poking through. 

Mrs. Truffeau's son Shawn heard the comments from us boys, and finally said out loud, "Geez, Mom, why don't you just flash your boobs?" 

Everybody chuckled, and Mrs. Truffeau looked down at her chest. "They're just boobs. What, you boys don't like boobs?" 

"Show us your boobs and we'll tell you if we like them," quipped Kip. 

"You boys should be paying attention to the game, not boobs. We're down four runs. We need to win this game." 

"Flash us once and we'll get motivated," said Pete.

"You win this game, and maybe I will, Pete," said Mrs. Truffeau. 

I didn't think she meant it, but that WAS motivation, and we came from behind and beat our rivals in an important game. We were stoked about it, but the adults and coaches were even more ecstatic. Mrs. Truffeau invited all of us players over to her house for a sleepover celebration. We all went home and changed, and got dropped off at Shawn and Mrs. Truffeau's house. 

By the time I got there, Mrs. Truffeau was three sheets to the wind. She'd clearly been celebrating by having a few drinks, and met me at the door with a beer in her hand. She was wearing the same spandex shorts and braless white tank top she wore at the game. She gave me a hug and mumbled something about "a great game!" 

Everybody else on the team was already in the family room next to the kitchen, and Mrs. Truffeau joined us there. She walked among us, holding a beer bottle in her left hand, telling each of us individually, "Good game." She was patting us on the butt with her right hand. I saw Eric return the pat by patting Mrs. Truffeau on the butt, and she just smiled at him. That emboldened me, so when she walked by me and patted my butt, (actually, more of a squeeze), I grabbed a handful of her ass. The spandex gave way as I squeezed, and I cupped her cheek for a moment. Mrs. Truffeau moved on, but looked back and gave me a dirty smirk. My heart was thumping by my boldness, the feel of her butt, and her dirty smirk. 

Shawn had some music playing, and Mrs. Truffeau started dancing with herself. Of course all of us teen boys watched her braless tits shake. 

"Shake 'em", yelled Kip. That only encouraged her more, and she shook her tits and thrust her hips at us. 

"Hey, weren't you going to show your boobs if we won the game?" asked Pete. 

"I said MAYBE," said Mrs. Truffeau. 

"Oh, come on, Mom, just show 'em. They're practically hanging out anyways," said Shawn. They were hanging out the top and spilling out through the armholes at the sides. 

The rest of us hollered out words of encouragement. Mrs. Truffeau put down her beer bottle, smiling, like she was pondering. Then she leaned over, bending at the waist, grabbed the top of her tank top in front with both hands, and pulled it open, revealing her hanging tits. I could see her white puppies dangling down, capped with large brown areolas. We all cheered, but the show was a quick one, and she stood up with a big dirty smile on her face. 

"More!" We bellowed. Mrs. Truffeau smirked at us before taking a swig from her beer bottle. "More! Take it off!"

"Your turn," she said. "You take your shirts off."

I don't know if she was bluffing or not, but Eric and I peeled off our shirts, and soon the entire team was standing and sitting around shirtless. Mrs. Truffeau put her beer bottle down, crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her top, and started to lift up. Soon she was peeling her shirt up over her tits and trough her hair. 

All of us boys hollered and whistled as Shawn's mom stood and posed topless for us. Her tits did look pretty big on her slender frame. They were very pale, but her areolas were pretty darned large and quite dark. Her tits sloped down just a bit, but were round. I watched as her nipples puckered and stuck out.

Mrs. T picked up her beer bottle and took a swig, taking in the attention and hoots and whistles. She looked down at her naked tits, and then swung her shoulders from side to side, which caused her tits to shake. After getting more hollers and whistles, she shook her chest up and down to make her tits bobble. 

Mrs. T leaned back against her fireplace mantle. She put her beer on the mantle, and rested her arms on it. There was a moment there when nobody knew what to do. Mrs. T asked, "Don't any of you want to feel them?" With that, Kip and Shawn approached her and each grabbed a tit. Mrs. T gave her own son a dirty smile as he felt her tit. The rest of us approached, and soon there were numerous hands reaching out for tits. Other hands found her spandex shorts and felt her ass. Mrs. T smiled as she got jostled around. She managed to grab a few guys' cocks and asses, and tugged down on a few guys' pants until she got some bare stiff cocks in her hands. 

I was able lean in and get my right hand on her right tit briefly, crudely squeezing it and tugging at her hard nipple. But the competition was harsh, and I got knocked off balance. I ended up on my knees right in front of Mrs. T. I was inches away from her pussy mound, and so I reached in and rubbed the hump over her tight pants. After a bit, I wanted naked flesh, and so I tried to reach in the top of her shorts, but they were too tight. Mrs. T looked down at me stretching her shorts, smiling at me. I reached up and started to pull her pants down. Somebody who was feeling her ass helped, and several hands yanked her pants down along with her white panties. I pulled them down to her ankles, and Mrs. T stepped out of the garments. 

I was now staring directly at a naked pussy, covered with brown hair. It was sexy. I reached in and rubbed the matted fur for a moment, and then slid my middle finger in. Mrs. T was very wet. I finger fucked her for a bit as Mrs. T. grabbed several guy's heads and pulled them towards her to make out with them. She spread her legs a little further apart, giving me room to work. 

Since eating Vito's mom, I had dreamed of licking another pussy. I burrowed my head into her crotch, felt her hair tickling my nose, and found her wet slit with my tongue. Mrs. T's pussy was hot and musky smelling. I loved the scent, and licked deep and rapidly. Mrs. T spread wider and thrust her pussy harder into my face. 

"OK, swing your bats. Show me your lumber," hollered Mrs. Truffeau. 

"Huh?" Said Brian.

"Take off your pants!"

All of us stripped out of the rest of our clothes. Mrs. T broke away from the pack, and as I stood up she grabbed my hand. "Don gets to go first because he ate my pussy so well." She reached down and grabbed my hard cock, and stroked it rapidly. As she did, she grabbed my head and pressed her lips against mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth. Apparently she didn't have an issue with kissing the mouth that just licked her pussy. Then she pulled me over to a coffee table, and said, "Lay down, Don." I obeyed, lying on my back on the wooden coffee table, my legs hanging off the end. Shawn's naked mom threw one leg over me, and lowered her torso over my crotch. I felt her slide her pussy down over my cock, and felt the warm wetness slide down the shaft, until her pubic hair met mine. Her tits were dangling over my head, and I grabbed them both. 

Mrs. T got in a nice rhythm as she fucked me. My teammates circled the table, and reached out to play with their female coach's tits. Someone stuffed a cock in her face, Kip I think, and she sucked on it while grabbing two more cocks with her hands. 

"Ooh, Mmmph!" I heard her moan as her lips stretched around Kip's cock. She squeezed her pussy tightly around my cock, and thrust her hips rapidly. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and it sounded like Mrs. T wasn't either. "Ggrrrpph! MMooorrphh!" 

My coach gyrated her hips around rapidly, and shuddered. I let loose with a load of jism, up into her mature pussy. She fell down onto my sweaty chest, her tits mashed against me. 

Finally Mrs. T sat up, and lifted her pussy off my glistening cock. I stood up, wobbly, and immediately Kip took my place on the table. Mrs. T simply smiled and lowered herself back down onto Kip's cock, and she was off to the races again. 

I realized that I was starving, so I grabbed one of the sandwiches that were sitting out, and sat and watched the action for bit. My female coach was naked and humping my friend, while an entire team of naked baseball players surrounded her with their hard cocks. Those that weren't getting direct action from Mrs. T's pussy, mouth, or hand, were pulling their own cocks, or grabbing her tits. 

Rejuvenated, I joined the game again, getting my hands on Mrs. T's jiggling tits. Kip didn't even last as long as I did, and soon Tim was under the coach and getting fucked. 

Mrs. T got about half way through the team, and then started switching positions. She took Chris as she lied on her back on the coffee table, Mike while lying on the couch, she sat on Kyle's lap on the couch as she fucked him, and finally Eric fucked her as she lied on the kitchen table with her legs over his shoulders as he stood between her legs. 

It was then that I noticed Shawn standing in the back, naked, stroking his hard cock. Mrs. T noticed him too, and called out, "C'mon, Shawn! I can see you want a piece of me too." Shawn sauntered over to his mom, and she gave him a kiss on the lips. She reached down and grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly. Shawn played with her tits. Mrs. T pulled him over to the couch, pulled him on top of her, and guided his cock into her pussy. Shawn fucked his own mom in front of his friends, and if either of them was ashamed they sure didn't act like it. They fucked rapidly and loudly, and both seem to have loud orgasms. 

We did one more round after dark, and I got to fuck Mrs. T doggie style as she bent over the table, my crotch slapping into her rippling ass. By the third time through the team, Mrs. T was lying back on the floor, a beer in one hand and a sandwich in the other, for several guys. It was nearly dawn by the fourth round, and a sloppy drunk Mrs. T was having to suck my cock to get it rock hard again. And she did a great job on it. It was great feeling having her wet lips sliding up and down my sore shaft. I finished in her pussy, lying on top of her on the couch.

CHAPTER SEVEN: FIREBUSH MOM




Baseball Cougars Take The Lead Pt. 02



As occupied as my brain, and my cock, were, thinking about fucking and playing around with Mrs. T's naked body, I was also giving some thought to my own mom. I'd never given her any thought before, sexually. And then I heard all the comments from my friends on how sexy they thought she was. And then I watched three of my teammates playing with and even fucking their own moms. And then I saw Mom on the bleachers flashing cleavage and legs. Could I get turned on by my own mom?

There was confusion for a few days. She did make my cock jump when I saw her on the bleachers. Was that a fluke? I observed her closer at home. 

Which is to say I checked out her body. I concluded that if she'd been anybody else's mom, I would find her hot. I started checking out her legs when she wore shorts. I tried to look down her tops. I watched her ass wiggle and tits jiggle when she walked. And then I saw her in the morning in just her nightshirt. She was braless. Her tits looked pretty darned firm, swaying as she walked. I sat across from her when she sat down in her short nightshirt, trying to look up her legs, and managed to get a glimpse of her white panties. When nobody else was home, I snooped in her room, rifling through her underwear and lingerie drawers. Her underwear was pretty boring. Mostly white and conservative, with just a few pastels and black stuff. No thongs, no front hook bras, no real push-up bras. I found a few used pairs of panties in her closet, searched through the crotch, and found one very long curly pubic hair. She wasn't shaved. That night, for the first time, I masturbated while picturing my mom naked. 

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Eric was a two-sport player, and was sometimes absent from practices because of a high school track event. Eric's mom, Mrs. Taylor was a "team mom", meaning that she sometimes helped arrange snacks and parties and stuff. Before the next practice, Mrs. Taylor was there despite the fact that Eric wasn't. Coach Miles announced that we would be voting on Team Captain, and that Mrs. Taylor would be officiating because coaches weren't allowed to sway the vote. So Mrs. Taylor was the only adult within earshot as we sat on the bench. 

"Um," she began, "I have a really really huge favor to ask. I'd like you to vote for Eric for team captain. I think it would help his college resume." 

Eric was the best player in the league and very popular among the other players. He would have been my first choice regardless. But it was a little strange for his mom to be intervening. There was silence from the team.

"Um, can you be bribed?" Asked Mrs. Taylor. "What can I do to make you vote for Eric?" 

After a brief silence, from the end of the bench someone muttered, "Show us your fire bush." I don't know if he meant it to be audible, but the team snickered. 

I cringed and waited for Mrs. Taylor to explode. But the redheaded mom was trying to bribe us, so she couldn't really squeal on us, could she? She smirked and looked at us through her glasses. "If that's what you want. You make Eric captain, and I'll show you my fire bush. Okay!" 

We all looked at each other and muttered our affirmatives. Mrs. Taylor passed out paper and pen, and we each voted. I couldn't help stare at her big tits in her tight t-shirt and her crotch protruding from her tight shorts, as she collected my ballot. Would she really show a team full of her son's friends her pussy? 

When Mrs. Taylor counted the ballots, or course Eric won. Unanimously, I would bet. "Thank you, boys. A deal is a deal. On Wednesday after school, Eric has a track meet. I'll be home alone. You all come over. And don't tell a soul. Promise?" 

Once again we all agreed with the redheaded mom, and continued with the practice, eleven boys with hardons stuffed in their cups and jocks. 

Wednesday came, and I walked over to Eric's house. I met several other boys at the door, which was open. We walked through the screen door, and heard Mrs. Taylor upstairs. She yelled down, "Go on downstairs and grab a pop. I'll be down when everybody is here." What, was she going to come downstairs naked or something? Within a few minutes the entire team, sans Eric, was gathered in Mrs. Taylor's downstairs family room. I was on the couch surrounded by teammates, when Mrs. Taylor yelled, "Is everybody here?" 

"Yeah," we hollered. Mrs. Taylor came down the stairs and entered the room. She was dressed real sexy. Bordering on slutty. Her skirt was so tight I don't know how she got down the stairs in it. Her white blouse scooped low, showing plenty of her ample cleavage. She had on hose and spiked heals. Her face was made up, and her earrings and necklace were white. I realized that it was the first time I'd ever seen her with her glasses off. 

The team started hooting and whistling. Mrs. Taylor smiled and posed for us, putting one hand up and one on her hips. "Are you ready for a show, boys?" 

"Yeah!" we bellowed. Mrs. Taylor turned around and pressed a button on a CD player behind her. Some pop dance song I didn't recognize started to play. Mrs. Taylor started dancing. 

The first thing I noticed was the way her cleavage jiggled. Then her whole tits in her bra jumped up and down. Mrs. Taylor was a pretty average dancer, but she had a few sexy moves, like putting her hands up over her head as she thrust her chest out. As she spread her legs and moved her hips, her tight skirt hiked up some, and I watched her meaty thighs. I could see her hose tops peeking out from under her hem. She was wearing garters. 

My friend's mom leaned over and showed us more of her hanging tits, spilling out of her bra. To a round of whistles and grunts from the baseball team, she shook them. She even walked right over to where I was sitting on the couch, and shook them right in my face. Then she straightened up, heaved her chest out, and spread her legs wide, exposing her garters and the upper parts of her bare mature thighs. I'd seen her in shorts to know that the tops of her thighs were freckled, but now I was seeing her inner thighs up near her crotch and the freckles were fewer. Her garters were a lavender color. Soon I could see her panty crotch, and her panties were also lavender. 

Mrs. Taylor turned around, and shook her ass at us. Her butt was fairly big, but I still enjoyed the mature woman shaking it at me. So did my teammates, judging by their faces and their hollering. She even bent down and stuck her butt in our faces. This caused her skirt to rise so much in back that I could see her panty crotch between her legs. I couldn't see the back of her panties. I wondered if she were wearing thongs. 

Mrs. Taylor faced us as she started to unbutton her blouse. Soon she was opening it up wide for us, displaying her lacy lavender push-up bra that matched her panties and garters. She slowly dropped the blouse behind her, and I gawked at her big tits inside of her bouncing bra. Her tits were hanging out the top and the sides of her cups. 

Our Team Mom fumbled with a clasp on the side of her tight skirt, and slowly pulled down her zipper, smiling at us as she did, wiggling her hips side to side. Then she started to tug the tight garment down her hips, with some difficulty. She kept working at it, side to side, until her tight silk lavender panties were completely in view. She bent over as she pulled her skirt down her legs, and somewhat awkwardly stepped out of them. 

Mrs. Taylor walked and danced her way back and forth right in front of us in her bra and panties and garter and hose and heels. She shook her coarse red hair. I watched her thighs jiggling. Then she lowered her left bra strap. "Yeah!" Mike yelled. 

She dropped the other strap. She reached behind her, and worked on the bra clasp. She unhooked it, and held her bra up over her tits with her right arm. Finally, after much loud coaxing, she dropped the bra, and her big tits bobbled free. Her chest was heavily freckled, but after the first inch or so of cleavage, her pale tits were free of freckles. Her wide areolas were a bright pink color. Her nipples didn't appear as fat as Mike's mom's, but they appeared longer. 

Mrs. Taylor again put her hands up in the air and shook her tits at us, thrusting them out, before leaning over me and shaking them in my face. I wanted to reach out and grab them, but I wasn't sure if that's what she wanted. 

Mrs. Taylor turned her back to us. She was, indeed, wearing thongs. Both of her large mature butt cheeks were bare, jiggling and rippling. They were nearly free of freckles, but not quite. She shook her cheeks rapidly. Then she put her hands on her knees and bent over, giving her big butt a little booty popping, or at least a mature suburban white mom's version of it. 

She faced us again. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thongs. 

"Are you ready for it?" 

"Yeah!" We hollered. 

"Do you want to see my fire bush?" 

"Yeah! C'mom!" we yelled." 

"What? I can't hear you. Do you REALLY want to see my fire bush?" 

"YEEEAAAAHHH!" 

Mrs. Taylor started to tug down her panties at the sides. First her right side, then her left, teasing us by pulling them down a little and then back up. She rubbed her crotch, and thrust her pussy at us with her legs spread. With eleven boys yelling and frothing, she finally snuck them down further, and her red pubic hairs snuck out of her panties. She bent at the waist and pulled her thongs off, kicking them off of her heels. 

As Eric had said, her pubic hair was red, just a shade lighter than the hair on her head, or maybe it was the light. It was a striking pussy. It was a thick patch, but trimmed back at the bikini line.

Mrs. Taylor stood directly in front of the couch again, thrusting her hips and shaking her tits. Kip, sitting next to me on my right, reached up and tried to grab a tit, but Mrs. Taylor pulled back, smiling. She then thrust her pussy into the face of Mike, who was sitting on my left. He reached up and got a handful of pussy, and Mrs. Taylor allowed his feel for just a moment before stepping away. Shawn was sitting in a chair to Mike's left, and Mrs. Taylor shook her bare ass in his face, and he got both of his palms on her cheeks for a moment. 

Then Mrs. Taylor danced her way back over to me. She spread her legs and danced right over me, she was so close that I could smell her perfume, and see her pussy lips glistening under the red hair. She dangled her tits over me, inches from my face. Then she straddled me, and rested her bare butt on my lap. She scooted higher, until her crotch was rubbing mine. My friend's mom was giving me a lap dance!

I put my hands on her bare hips just below her garter belt. When she didn't object to the touch, I slid them up her sides and grabbed her tits. She arched her back and thrust her jugs into my face as I squeezed them. My cock was hard in my shorts and rubbing against her pussy mound. 

Kip and Mike reached up and got handfuls of tit, so I lowered one hand down to her pussy, and ran my fingers through the coarse red hair. I burrowed my face between her tits, and licked her cleavage. I pushed Mike's hand out of the way, and suctioned onto Mrs. Taylor's right nipple. It was long, and I flitted my tongue around it as I suckled her. 

I felt a hand on my pants. Mrs. Taylor was snapping them. I reached down and eagerly helped her unzip my fly, and released my hard cock. Mrs. Taylor stroked it a few times, and then rubbed it along her pussy slit. I could feel a mixture of her hair and her smooth pussy lips. Then she rose up a little, and slid my dick head into her pussy. She was plenty wet, and she slid down the shaft with no problem.

I was fucking the mature redhead. While feeling and sucking her big tits. Man! 

I leaned back for a good view of Mrs. Taylor's body and face. Her eyes were alternately opening and closing, her tits were jiggling, and even her thighs rippled as she thrust into me. Kip and Mike were feeling her again, and Shawn was standing next to her getting in his feels. Mrs. Taylor leaned over and made out with me, entangling her tongue around mine. Then she leaned back and found Shawn's lips and made out with him while I fucked her. 

Mrs. Taylor started to shudder and whimper. Her noises got downright crude. She opened her mouth and let out several loud wails. She gyrated on my lap, and clamped her big thighs around my waist. I wasn't about to last long, and before I could say a word, I shot my jizm into her pussy. 

As soon as Mrs. Taylor's first orgasm subsided, she stood up, turned around, and sat on Mike's lap. Mike whipped out his cock, and I could see him stuffing it up into Mrs. Taylor's pussy. As the big woman bounced up and down on Mike, he reached around and squeezed her tits. I reached over and gave them a few more grabs, but the competition from the rest of my team was overwhelming and I gave up. Shawn stood in front of Mrs. Taylor, and whipped out his hard cock. The red haired mom leaned forward and took the choad into her mouth and sucked it. She also reached out and grabbed two more cocks and stroked them. 

Once Mike came, Mrs. Taylor stood up, and ended up leaning over the couch's armrest, sucking Kip's cock while Tim fucked her from behind. After those two were done, Mrs. Taylor ended up kneeling in front of Pete and sucking him as she sat on the couch, while Brad fucked her doggie style, followed by Kyle and Brian and Chris. 

Soon Mrs. Taylor's nylons were shredded and unhooked from her garters, and her shoes were finally off. But she still wore her pearl necklace, and as she laid on the couch on her back, I climbed on top of her chest and slid my cock between her two big tits, and with her help squeezing her mounds around my shaft, I spit a load of cum onto her freckled chest and her pearls. 

Mrs. Taylor apologized that she had to ask us to leave before Eric or his dad might come home. We helped clean up the room a little, as Mrs. Taylor gingerly collected her strewn clothes and walked bowlegged up to her bedroom. 

CHAPTER EIGHT: CONCESSION STAND MOM

When Mom was driving me home from a game, she asked, "Hey, Don, do your coaches ever talk to you about paying attention to the game?"

"All the time."

"It seems like a few of you spend a lot of time looking back into the stands. Are you looking for someone?"

"Uh, no."

"I'd think that you guys were looking for girls, but there haven't been any girls on the bleachers. Just moms."

"Yeah. Well, moms are girls."

"You boys aren't looking at moms are you?"

"No! What if we were?"

"It's Vito's mom, isn't it? She's young and she dresses a little improper sometimes, I think."

"I dunno, Mom. She doesn't show any more than some other moms in shorts and tank tops and stuff." 

"Oh, so you boys ARE looking at some moms."

I wanted to lie, but Mom wasn't stupid. Plus, I wondered if MY mom was checking US out the way some of the other moms were. "Maybe a couple."

"Is Vito's mom your favorite? "

"Um, nope, not really."

"Hmm. Kip's mom then. She wasn't wearing a bra at the last game." 

"I don't know."

"So which mom is getting the most attention?"

"I guess you do." I can't believe I blurted that out. But I was horny and wanted to get a reaction from Mom.

"Me?"

"Yeah. Some of the guys said you were the hottest mom."

"Are you joking?"

"No. Really."

"Who said that?"

"A couple of guys."

"Who?" 

Mom kept pushing me for names, but I thought that was indiscreet. I stonewalled. But after we got home, and we were alone on the family room watching TV, she asked again.

"It was Mike, wasn't it? He looks back a lot."

"He was one."

"C'mon. Who else? Shawn?"

"Yeah."

Mom started naming every player. I said "yes" or "no" or "I don't remember" for each. Funny that she didn't mention Eric. Finally, "Eric?"

"Yeah, Eric."

"Really? What did he say?"

"I don't know. Just that you were hot."

"He thinks I'm pretty?"

"Yeah, they all think you're pretty. And they said you had the best, um, body." 

"My legs?"

"Yeah. Your legs and your big boobs they mentioned." I tried not to stare at Mom's tits when I said that. But when I DID steal a glance, her nipples were protruding through her t-shirt.

Dad came home then, and Mom stopped pestering me, but the look on her face the rest of the night was like a schoolgirl who got a note passed to her by the popular boy.

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A big part of the league's revenue was made from our ball park's concession stand, which was open whenever there was a game playing. Each player and one parent were required to work in the concession stand during one game a year, unless they could bribe their way out. I couldn't bribe my way out. So I was assigned to work the concession stand on a Saturday afternoon when I wasn't playing. I didn't know anything about working a concession stand, and I wasn't looking forward to it. 

Until I entered the back door to the concession stand, and was greeted by Mrs. Kreske, the mom who rubbed up against Eric. 

"Hi, Don!" I was flattered that she knew my name. "We get to spend the next two hours together," she said with a smile. When my eyes adjusted to the lower light in the tiny room, I looked her over. Her dark brown hair was permed and barely covered her ears, not a youthful look, but classy. Her face was cute, her lips full, her earrings white. Her round medium-sized tits poked out of her tight tank top. Her pussy mound protruded from her gray cotton shorts. They were quite short, and her fleshy but firm thighs were on almost full display. 

"Have you ever worked the concessions before?" 

"Uh, No," I mumbled. 

"Well, I'm experienced," she said with a smirk. "Let an experienced woman show you everything you need to know." 

I felt my cock tingle. 

Mrs. Kreske proceeded to show me everything - about the concessions. How to wrap the hot dogs, how much the candy and bottled water cost, how to put cheese on the nachos. There really wasn't much to it. Still, I let her serve the first few customers, as I stood back and admired her round ass. 

I volunteered to assist the next customer. As I handed a woman her candy and waited for her money, Mrs. Kreske stood behind me and pressed her tit into my arm, the way I watched her do it to Eric. I wasted little time in rubbing back into her. 

After that, the game was on. When I waited on the next customer, she stood behind me and put her hand on my waist, and pressed her bare knee into my bare thigh. By the third customer, the back of her hand was pressed against my butt. I got a hardon, and while we worked around the tiny room, she managed to brush her hand against it. 

There were no words spoken about it, even when there were no customers at the window, but soon she was squeezing my butt cheeks as I was waiting on customers. When she waited on a customer, I pushed my hard cock against her butt. She leaned in my direction until my cock rested between her butt cheeks. I pressed forward into her crack, surprised at how great her jiggling cheeks felt around my cock, like a hot dog nestled in a bun. 

The last customer left, but I stayed there, pressed against her ass. She reached back and felt my cock. I reached down and touched her ass, squeezing her right check through her thin shorts. 

Mrs. Kreske turned around, leaned her elbows back onto the counter, thrust her tits out, and spread her legs slightly. She looked at me with a dirty smirk on her face, but said nothing. I moved forward until my hardon pressed into her pussy. She bucked her hips a few times and rubbed her pussy up and down along my cock. I saw a customer approaching, and broke away as Mrs. Kreske turned around. 

I slid my hand up under her shorts and panties, and felt her bare ass right there in front of somebody's oblivious dad. I was very subtle about my movements. I looked out at the field, and at the bleachers. I spotted Mrs. Kreske's husband sitting in the stands. I reached into the front of his wife's shorts and rubbed her crotch over her wet panties. 




Baseball Cougars Take The Lead Pt. 02



With a break between customers, Mrs. Kreske suddenly dove down onto her knees. She yanked my shorts and boxers down, and grabbed my hard cock. With her head below the counter where nobody could see her, I felt her slide her lips over my dick head, and then down the shaft. A customer appeared, an old lady, and I got her order and took her money and made change, while Mrs. Kreske sucked my cock. If the lady had any inkling what was going on, or why I didn't move my feet as I reached for her candy, she didn't say. 

Several more people approached the concession stand. Mrs. Kreske heard them coming, and popped up before they arrived. I pulled my shorts up and we both serviced several customers. After Mrs. Kreske served the last one, I fell to my knees. I grabbed Mrs. Kreske's shorts by the sides, and tugged them down quickly, along with her panties. Faced with a sizable triangular patch of thick brown pubic hair, I burrowed my nose in, and found her moist slit. I licked rapidly as she moaned and gyrated her hips. I heard her serving one customer as I quietly ate her pussy below the counter, and then she pulled me up and pulled up her shorts as more customers approached. 

As Mrs. Kreske finished with the last customer, I dry humped her again, and as soon as the woman turned her back, I tugged her shorts and panties down. While staring at her round white mature ass cheeks and long crack, I yanked my own shorts and boxers down. I slid my cock along her pussy slit between her legs several times, and then slid the length of the shaft into her wet pussy. 

Careful not to move too much, I humped into Mrs. Kreske from behind as she put one foot up on a shelf below the counter. I fucked her doggie style as we looked out at the ball game and the adults on the bleachers, including Mrs. Kreske's husband. She leaned her elbows onto the counter, and I kept my movements below the counter level. But thrust I did, and I could hear my hips slapping into her rippling bare butt cheeks. The sounds of cheering fans and umpire's calls and balls hitting bats faded into the background.

Mrs. Kreske panted, but otherwise kept silent. I reached up under the front of her tank top, up under her bra cups, and got in a few squeezes of her bare tits. I could feel her hard nipples as I thrust up into her. 

"Um, um," started Mrs. Kreske. I watched her eyes. Her lids were closing, and there was a smile on her face. "Whoooo," she purred. She started to buck her hips back into me. Her body started to shudder. 

The feeling of my hard cock sliding along her smooth lubricated pussy walls was amazing. Baseball used to be my favorite thing in life. Now, just about everything I lived for was fucking a willing woman, and even in such a non-private location I knew I was close to cumming.

Mrs. Kreske's hips spasmed and squirmed. I looked at her, and she was biting her lip. "Uhh! Ohhhh!" She soon erupted with gyrations and spasms, just as I spewed a gush of cum up into her pussy. A grandmotherly woman walked by the stand and gave us a quizzical look, but kept walking. 

Mrs. Kreske's face dripped with perspiration as she panted. I looked out at her husband, who was oblivious that a teenaged boy had just fucked his wife within view of him. I slowly slid my cock out of Mrs. Kreske, and we both quickly fixed our clothes just as several more customers arrived at our stand. 

For the next several minutes, until we were relieved from our shift, we took care of customers, and instead of sexual grabass games, Mrs. Kreske held my hand or patted my butt. As we finally walked out of the concession stand, Mrs. Kreske smiled at me and said, "Don, it was a pleasure working with you. I'd love to do it again some time."

"Name the time, Mrs. Kreske," I replied.

With a wink, Mrs. Kreske said, "I'll get back to you on that."

CHAPTER NINE: MOTEL MOM

I watched a movie at home that night. Dad was watching too, but he fell asleep on the chair. Mom sat down next to me on the couch. The family dog took up a lot of the couch, so she sat close to me. 

Mom had caught me several times trying to look down her top or at her legs in recent days. She never said anything, but I could tell by the look on her face that she knew what I was doing. She didn't seem to mind. 

Tonight, I could feel her left hip pressing against my right hip. She was wearing shorts. I was wearing shorts. She pressed her bare thigh against mine. I was careful at first, but then went ahead and pressed my bare thigh firmly into hers. Boy, did she have nice long legs. She rubbed them against me for a long time, sitting silently. Her breathing was uneasy. 

She caught me looking at her bare legs. "Did you ever do any modeling when you were younger?" I asked.

She smiled, and said, "Of course not." But she put her left arm around my shoulder, and pressed her tit firmly into my shoulder. I tried not to look over, but eventually I rubbed my shoulder back and forth over her left tit. She arched her back and heaved her chest. 

Dad stirred and woke, and that was the end of it.

The next day, after the game, I was up in my room on my computer. I had the door mostly closed, but it was open about four inches. I heard Mom call me from right outside the door. "Don, give me your uniform so I can wash it." 

"OK, Mom." I pulled off my baseball jersey. In my mirror, I could see Mom peeking through the door at me. I started to pull down my uniform pants, with my back to the door. Looking into the mirror, I saw that Mom wasn't turning away. I had my back to her wearing just my jock, my bare butt exposed. Mom's eyes were wide open. 

I started tugging down my jock. Mom didn't turn her gaze. My cock got quickly big and semi-hard, but it was hanging down, not straight out. I wanted to show Mom my hard cock, but I didn't want to be any more obvious. I stood sideways, so my cock was exposed to her, but I wasn't completely facing her. Finally I picked up my shorts, and pulled them up. When I picked up my uniform and turned to the door, Mom finally stepped back away from the door, and I handed her my laundry. She panted, "Thank you," and walked down the stairs.

My mom watched me undress. Mom saw me naked.

I wish I could see her naked.

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Near the end of the season, we got to play one out-of-town tournament. It was just three games tops, but the cool part was that we got to stay in a motel. But my parents were tied up with some class reunion that weekend. So my mom arranged for me to travel with Brian. My first reaction was disappointment, because Brian was possibly the last guy on the team I wanted room with. He was okay, just a little bit dorky and not overly bright. But Brian told me that it was his mom that we would be traveling with and not his dad, and I got real excited. 

Mrs. Woods had long full blonde hair, was kinda pretty, had a decent body, and real big tits. Her body might be a tad bit "fleshy", but her big round tits made her look voluptuous to me. Mrs. Woods was another of the "panties up her shorts" moms, who wore short shorts on the bleaches, which occasionally allowed for views of her panties up her shorts legs. The idea of sleeping in the same motel room as Mrs. Woods led to all kinds of fantasies, but at the very least I hoped for a glimpse of her underwear or sleepwear, whether she was in them or not.

Driving with Brian and Mrs. Woods to the tournament was pretty much uneventful, except that Mrs. Woods seemed to be watching me through her rear view mirror as much as she watched the road. I was in the back seat with Brian, on the passenger side, looking at Mrs. Wood's tits. Her seat belt was pulled tight between her tits, and made her tits appear to stick out of her tight white shirt and smooth molded bra that much more. I glanced up and saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror, looking at me. She smiled at me, but I looked away anyways. For a while, until I went back to looking at her tits again. And then I'd see her looking at me again. This went on for several hours. 

After the games on Saturday, we went out to a fast food restaurant with the other teammates and parents. We finally checked into our motel room late, with orders from the coaches to settle down and get to sleep early. Brian, Mrs. Woods, and me found our room.

Mrs. Woods put her suitcase on the bed toward the back of the room, so I dropped my bag on the floor and flopped in to the bed closest to the door. As Mrs. Woods opened her suitcase, Brian laid down on her bed. 

"Brian, get in the other bed," said Mrs. Woods. 

"But mom, you said I could sleep in your bed when dad was gone," whined Brian. 

"Shhh," said Mrs. Woods. She gave me an embarrassed glance. "Not with guests!" Brian got up and lay down on my bed.

Mrs. Woods rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out some garments. "If you boys don't mind, I'm going to shower first," she said.

Brian turned on the TV. Mrs. Woods walked up toward the bathroom, which was by the door. While out of our direct vision, I could still see her whole body through the mirror on the opposite wall. And to my surprise, she started to pull off her shirt while still standing outside of the bathroom! 

Brian nudged me and pointed to the mirror. He could see his mom in her large white smooth bra, too. We watched together as his mom wiggled out of her shorts, and stood in white silky-looking panties. I'd swear she glanced up at us through the mirror, but she didn't try to cover. However, her back was to us as she unhooked her bra in back and dropped it on the floor. I strained to see her tits, but all I could see was the side of one tit. 

Mrs. Woods bent over and tugged down her panties, lifting her right leg and pulling them off. Now I could see her bare white ass. It was a little large, but round and firm enough that it was quite an arousing sight. 

Mrs. Woods then walked into the bathroom and shut the door - most of the way. 

"Nice ass, huh?" Asked Brian. "Did you see her tits?"

"Um, no, not really," I replied. "Do you get to see your mom naked a lot?"

"Oh, a little bit. Want to watch her shower?"

Was Brian asking me to peek at his mom with him?" "Right now?"

"Yeah," said Brian. "Let's go." Brian climbed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I followed him. Mrs. Woods had left the bathroom door open just a tiny crack. I could hear the shower water running. 

Brian peeked through the crack for a moment. Then he stood back, grinning, and motioned me to look. I crept to the door and looked in with my right eyeball. Mrs. Woods was outside the tub, bending over it, adjusting the water. Her bare white ass was pointed at me, and I detected some pubic hair between her legs. I stepped back as she stood up. Brian looked again, and then motioned me to look again. 

This time, I saw Mrs. Woods in the shower. She had left the shower curtain practically wide open. I wondered if she always showered like that, with water potentially spraying onto the floor, or if she was putting on a show. And if so, for whom? Me? Brian? Both? 

Mrs. Woods was lathering her big naked tits. I could now finally see her whole left tit, pink areola and hard nipple and all. For a busty mature woman, her tits were still impressively firm. There was some slope from the side view, but her nipples pointed straight out. She moved her hand down and rubbed soap all over her hairy pussy. Her pubic hair was thick and long, and at least wet it looked darker than the hair on her head. She spread her legs wide as she rubbed herself, then soaped up her ass.

When the water turned off, we both scurried back to our bed. Eventually, Mrs. Woods walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing some sort of a short camisole - it couldn't even be called a nightgown because it was too short. There was actually a gap between the hem of the shirt, and her panties. And panties were the only other garment she had on. They weren't fancy but they were red cottons. The top camisole was white, scooped down, and was so thin that it was practically see-through. I could easily discern the shape and size of her areolas right through it. 

Brian and I both sat on the bed pretending to watch TV, but it was pretty clear that we were simply watching Brian's mom parade around in her skimpy sleepwear. As she grabbed a hair dryer, plugged it in, and dried and brushed her hair, she put on a great show of her big wobbling braless tits, jiggling panty-clad butt cheeks, and a slew of cleavage as she leaned over. She glanced over our way from time to time to make sure that we were watching her. 

Finally, when she was done with hair and lotion and picking up, she sat alone on her bed. I'd been putting off showering during her show, but now I announced that I was showering, got up, grabbed my pajamas, and headed into the bathroom. I closed the door, and spotted Mrs. Wood's discarded clothes on the floor. I picked up her white bra. 38D. It wasn't padded at all. The flattened-out cups looked huge. I picked up her panties. I looked for pubic hairs in the crotch, didn't find any. But it was quite moist. I sniffed it. It smelled musky. Finally I climbed into the shower. I thought about jerking off in the shower, but I decided that it would be indiscreet to jerk off with another family right outside the door. 



Finally I emerged from the bathroom, wearing only short pajama bottoms. Normally I would have put on a t-shirt around other people, but since Mrs. Woods chose to be less-than-prissy around me, I felt bold enough to go to bed shirtless. 

As soon as I got out of the bathroom, Brian charged in behind me for his shower. I combed my hair by the credenza. The second that Brian closed the door, Mrs. Woods rose from her bed, and said, "Oh, Don, you look good with your shirt off!" She approached me, and put her hands on my shoulders. "Such a firm young man," she cooed. 

Looking down at the mature woman with the big areolas inches away from me, rubbing my chest, I got an immediate hardon. Mrs. Woods looked down at my tenting pajama bottoms, moaned, and leaned in. She was nearly as tall as me, and her panty-clad belly rubbed against my cock. Then she reached down, grabbed my cock through my shorts, and slowly stroked it. 

Mrs. Woods leaned in and kissed me. Although she was being gentle with my cock, her kissing was rapid and wild. Her lips sucked on mine, her tongue rapidly probed my mouth. I had a hard time keeping my tongue on hers, but I tried real hard to. My mind was thinking of my teammate in the bathroom, and what he might do or think if he saw me entwined with his mom. But he had been ogling her too, and encouraged me to watch her naked in the shower. I reached up with my right hand and grabbed her left tit.  

Mrs. Woods moaned as I groped her big tit over her flimsy camisole. It was heavy and sorta soft but sorta firm. My thumb found her hard nipple. Mrs. Woods reached into the waistband of my pajamas, and jerked my cock faster. She pressed her panty crotch into my thigh, and humped me like a dog. Not knowing how long she would let this continue, I grabbed her panty-clad ass with my left hand, and squeezed it. Then I worked my hand inside of her panty from the side, and felt her bare right ass cheek, squeezing and jiggling. 

We heard the bathroom door open, and Mrs. Woods jumped back. Brian gave us a quizzical look but said nothing. Mrs. Woods wiped my saliva off of her mouth, and pulled her panties back over her exposed right cheek, smirking at me. 

As we crawled into bed, I jumped into the spot closest to Mrs. Woods' bed. The TV was turned off, and the only light now on was the bathroom light, which gave off just enough light that I could watch Brian's mom, lying on the edge of her bed, perhaps only four or five feet from me. She was on her side, facing me, her sheets pulled down. I could see her cleavage falling sideways out of her top, and her red panties pulled tightly over her crotch, her left knee up in the air, her legs spread slightly. I'd just been kissing that woman a few minutes ago and feeling those big tits as she jerked me off. I was dying to take the two steps over there so she could finish the job on my cock. But her son was also in the room.

I laid there for what seemed like forever, watching Mrs. Woods rolling about, hearing her sigh, and catching her looking at me. I stayed halfway out of the covers leaving my top exposed but not wanting to expose my hardon to my male sleeping partner. 

Eventually I heard Brian snoring. Mrs. Woods could hear it too, not doubt. "Don," I heard her whisper. "Don." I looked over at her, and she smiled at me in the dim light, and patted the bed. "Come here." 

I gently lifted the covers and stepped out of my bed, checking to make sure that Brian was still asleep. I carefully climbed into the next bed. Mrs. Woods quickly threw her arms around me, and we started to make out. I tried not to act too eager, not knowing how far she would go with her son a few feet away. I immediately went back to work on her left tit with my right hand. Mrs. Woods moved her left hand around my bare shoulders and back, eventually sliding it over my butt. She reached into my pajama waistband, and groped my butt cheeks. 

Since she was reaching under fabric, I slid my right hand down her side, found the hem of her camisole, and slid my hand up inside of it. I now had my mitt on her bare tit, and I caressed and squeezed the large melon. Mrs. Woods reached into the front of my waistband, and found my cock. I pushed up on the camisole, exposing her midriff, until both of her tits were exposed. I could just see them gleaming in the dim light, her white tits contrasting with her tanned chest. I squeezed both tits with both hands, tugging on her nipples. I lowered my head down onto her right tit, and planted my lips on it. I kissed my way over to her hard nipple, and licked it and sucked on it, as Mrs. Woods moaned. 

Mrs. Woods pulled my pajamas down below my cock, and my hardon sprang straight out at her. She stroked it some more. I moved my right hand down her belly, and rubbed her pussy over her tight panties. Her cotton panty crotch was soaked. She spread her legs wider. Then I slid my hand down inside of her waistband, and felt her bare pussy. Her pubic hair was thick and fluffy, except for some wetness around the slit. 

Mrs. Woods stopped stroking me, and sat up. After a glance over at the still-sleeping Brian, she pulled her camisole over her head and dropped it on the bed. Then she reached down and slid her panties down her hips, lifting her butt off the bed to wiggle it down off of her butt, and down her legs. I took her queue, and eagerly pulled off my pajamas. 

We resumed our necking and petting, completely nude and completely entwined. I slid my middle finger into her wet pussy, and finger fucked her as she stroked me.

Mrs. Woods sat up again, slid down the bed, and lowered her head over my cock. With her blonde hair tickling my thighs, she slid her lips down the head and shaft, and sucked me off. I could hear the sucking noises her lips emitted.

I enjoyed the feeling immensely, but I still wanted to get my hands on the nude mom, and tried reaching down for her tits. Mrs. Woods got up on her knees, and moved her rear end up toward my head. She threw her right knee over my head, and lowered her crotch down onto my head. Realizing now that she wanted to sixty-nine, I helped her get her crotch into position over my lips, and licked up until I found my way through her pussy hair to her hot salty pussy. My nose was up by her asshole, but since she had just showered, it wasn't as weird as I thought it would be. 

Mrs. Woods began sucking my cock again, and we writhed on her bed in a full-blown sixty-nine. I could hear her sucking noises on my cock, and I made some slurping noises while eating her pussy. Mrs. Woods moaned a few times. The newness and weirdness of the situation probably kept me from cumming too soon. But soon Mrs. Woods was writhing her hips all over my face, and I had a hard time keeping my tongue in her pussy. I burrowed and lapped as fast as I could as she moaned through my cock. After one long spasm, where I thought she would fall off my face, my mature lover sat up. 




Baseball Cougars Take The Lead Pt. 03



All characters are eighteen years or older.

CHAPTER ELEVEN: REVENGE FUCK 

"Don?"

"Yeah, Mom."

"How did your uniform get cleaned? It had to have been washed after the game last night."

"Mrs. Osteen washed our uniforms."

"Okay. But you didn't take any extra clothes with you."

Mom was getting suspicious again. "Uh, I wore some of Chris' clothes while she did the laundry," I lied.

"All of you wore Chris' clothes?"

"Uh, sure, Mom. Gotta go." I knew it was an insufficient answer, and I ran out before she asked a follow up question.

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As the summer warmed up, so did Pete's mom's outfits. Other than Vito's mom, she was the most overdressed as far as wearing nice clothes to sit in the bleachers of a ball game. And Mrs. Clark's outfits were classier. Nice dresses, and skirt and blouse combos. She must've worked in a nice office, and I'm sure the men in her office appreciated her dressing that way. It was clear that the dads on the bleachers appreciated it. It was even clearer from the comments on the bench that the players liked the way she looked. And it was nearly as clear that Pete's dad did NOT appreciate his estranged wife posing on the bleachers. 

And posing is what it appeared to me that she was doing. She wasn't talking to the other moms. The other dads were smart enough to admire from afar so as not to piss off their wives. And she was never friendly to me or the other boys, it seemed. She just seemed to like sitting in her sunglasses with her legs crossed in a sexy, if aloof, pose. And as the days got hotter and the other moms showed more skin, Mrs. Clark showed more thigh, more cleavage, and more panties. She had many colorful panties that could be seen from the bench. And as much as we looked back at her in admiration, Mr. Clark looked back with a scowl on his face. He always had a scowl, but it seemed worse when his estranged wife was on the bleachers with her skirt hiked up. 

One Friday night after a game, Pete told us that the team was invited to spend the night at his house. We asked if his mom was okay with that, and he said, "Yeah, it was her suggestion." 

When my mom dropped me off at Pete's house, I took along a sleeping bag and a change of clothes. I looked for Pete's mom, but she was out of sight. Within minutes, everybody else on the team was there. A pizza deliveryman arrived soon after. When the doorbell rang, I saw Mrs. Clark come down the stairs to open the door. I did a double take, when I saw that she was wearing a light blue nightgown.

I jumped up to see if I could help carry the pizzas, as well as to get a closer look at Mrs. Clark. The delivery guy's eye seemed riveted to Mrs. Clark's torso. As I got closer I could see why. The nightgown was very short, barely covering her crotch and her butt. It plunged down in front practically to her waist, baring most of her chest down to a little cleavage. And then the front of it was see-through. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin lacy fabric. Her tits hung out the sides. Mrs. Clark leaned over to get money out of her purse, and a whole lot of her "Barely B" cup titties hung out in the open. I had to fight for position with the delivery guy for a good angle to see her tits. 

I needn't have bothered fighting for a good view. I presumed that Pete's mom would modestly run back upstairs to finish changing or even disappear for the night. But instead, she marched right over to where we were all sitting in the family room, and then slowly walked over to the kitchen, which was attached to the family room in an open floor plan. She told us where to place the pizzas on the counter. Then she opened an upper cabinet and grabbed some paper plates and cups. As she reached up and leaned over, her blue thong panties were exposed. She was showing some ass cheeks, which were whiter than her legs. Eric nudged me, and I heard Mike silently moan. 

Mrs. Clark found some paper towels from a lower cabinet, which allowed her to lean over and show her cleavage once more. It was when she stood up that her firm motherly breasts pressed against the translucent fabric. Her tits were firm and inviting. 

Mrs. Clark didn't seem as aloof. I don't just mean her nearly undressed appearance. She was smiling, and seemed rather friendly. Her eyes were a bit misty. There was a booze bottle on the kitchen counter. Mrs. Clark fixed herself a mixed drink. I don't think it was her first one. 

A few minutes later, I heard the door open. It was Pete's dad. This was awkward. I nudged Pete and pointed his dad out to him. "He's here to pick up my sister," he said. "It's his night to take us, but I got out of it because of this party. And he has to have my sister back home by nine o'clock because she has a softball game." 

Amazingly, I didn't feel uncomfortable, as Mr. Clark walked into the family room and scowled at Mrs. Clark, and then at us. I was standing next to his estranged wife, who was half-dressed, and I didn't care. He was a jerk, we all thought he was a jerk, and there was nothing he could do about us being there. 

"Have Ginny back by eight," said Mrs. Clark. 

"Trudy, what are you doing?" was Mr. Clark's reply.

"We're having a party," said Mrs. Clark. She took one more swig of her drink, then set it down on the counter. "We're going to party all night." She put her left arm around my shoulder, and her right arm around Eric, who was standing on her right. 

"Trudy, these are boys." Well, technically we were all eighteen, old enough to want to fuck our coach's wife. 

"Just like Ginny's babysitter is a girl. You FUCKED a GIRL!" I could literally feel her tense up. So that's what this was about. Mrs. Clark was still pissed off at Mr. Clark for fucking the babysitter, and she was flaunting herself to us for his benefit. 

Mr. Clark just stared at his wife, his jaw muscles moving, his nostrils flaring. He said nothing. Mrs. Clark quickly relaxed again. She moved her arms down to mine and Eric's waist. Her right nightgown strap slid off her shoulder, and her nipple popped out into the open. I just looked down at the little jewel, not caring what Coach Clark thought. 

Ginny came down the stairs and exited for her dad's car. Mr. Clark turned to leave. 

"I'll see you at eight, Ron," said Mrs. Clark. "We'll all still be here. She put her left hand onto Eric's chest and rubbed it as her husband slammed the door. 

Mrs. Clark faded back into the kitchen for another drink. As I finished my pizza, I saw her making out with Mike. Pete approached Eric and me, and used a phrase I'd never heard before. "It looks like you guys might be getting a revenge fuck tonight."  

As Pete walked away, Eric said to me, "Do you want to be fucked just so a chick can get revenge against another guy?" 

I looked over at Mrs. Clark, who was rubbing Mike's cock over his pants. Her left nipple was visible from our vantage point, and Mike's arm around her waist was causing her nightgown to ride up, exposing her little blue thongs and most of her left ass cheek. "To fuck THAT, hell yeah!" 

"Yeah, me too," agreed Eric.

Eric and I sat on the couch to eat. Mrs. Clark had broken off from Mike, and came over and sat on the coffee table in front of us. I couldn't tell by her eyes exactly how much she'd been drinking, but she was batting them to get our attention. "Let me know if there's anything you want." Both of her straps were falling off her shoulders, and her tits were popping out of her nightie again. Eric and I weren't the only ones to notice. Kyle and Brad and Kip all stood over Mrs. Clark, peering down at her exposed nipples. Mrs. Clark spread her legs wide, giving Eric and me a good view up her nightgown to her panty crotch. Damn, those were great legs, too. 

Eric and I finished our pizza and stood around wherever Mrs. Clark was. We finally got her attention, and she came over and put her arms around us again. I put my right arm around her, and managed to catch the side of her right tit.

But it was Eric that she started making out with. Still, she groped both of our butts, and so I reached down under her nightie and felt her bare butt cheeks. What nice cheeks! Eric put his arms around her as he made out with her, and I saw his thumb catching her left nipple over her nightgown. Then she turned and made out with me, her tongue encircling mine. Her left strap had fallen again, probably with Eric's help, and her left tit was completely exposed. Eric toyed with the cone-shaped tit. Mrs. Clark grabbed both of our cocks through our shorts and rubbed them.

Apparently Mrs. Clark was more drunk than I'd realized. As she tried to lead us over to the couch, she tripped on the pile of sleeping bags that we'd stashed on the floor. She fell down into the pile onto her back, her feet up in the air, her panty crotch exposed to everybody. She laughed, and when Eric and I tried to pull her up, she pulled us down. So we laid down next to her and made out with her on the pile of sleeping bags. She made out with Eric as he felt both of her exposed tits. I rubbed her gorgeous bare thighs, and when she offered no resistance, I tickled her pussy mound over her thongs. 

While Mrs. Clark and Eric made out, I slid down between Mrs. Clark's legs and kissed her thighs. She opened them further, so I reached under her nightie and slid down her thongs. She lifted her butt as I pulled them off her. Mrs. Clark's pussy was completely shaved. I licked the mound and tickled her thighs before licking her labia. Eric had one of her tits in his mouth as I slid my tongue into her pussy slit and ate her furiously. "MMMMmmmMMM!" I don't know if she was enjoying Eric, or me, but probably both. Mrs. Clark smelled fresh, but her juices were flowing. I looked up, and saw that she had Eric's cock out of his pants, and she was stroking it.

Suddenly Mrs. Clark sat up. She pushed me down and turned me over so I was on my back on the sleeping bags. She knelt over me, and began lowering her pussy onto my head. As she sat on my face, I looked up and saw that her nightgown was bunched nearly down to her waist, her firm jutting titties exposed to the whole room. 

She got her pussy settled on my face, and wrapped her smooth thighs around my head. I resumed licking her pussy. Looking up, I saw that Eric was standing over me, thrusting his red cock into Mrs. Clark's mouth. We each took a tit in our hands.

Mrs. Clark started to gyrate her hips on my head. Her spasmodic wiggles made it harder to eat her, but I knew from my experience with the other moms what would drive her wild. I licked further up, and found her clit. I tongued it fast and furious. Mrs. Clark clamped her thighs around my head like a vice and gyrated through a wild orgasm. 

Just as she was subsiding, I looked up to see Eric's cum dripping out of her mouth. The squirt in her mouth must have caught her by surprise, because she reared back. Eric's cock popped out of her mouth, and his next shot caught her squarely in the eye and nose. The next spurt hit her chin, the next her chest. 

Eric pulled back and Mrs. Clark fell off my face. But I hadn't cum yet. Mrs. Clark rolled over onto her chest, over a rolled up sleeping bag. I got behind her, aimed my cock at her pussy, and entered her doggie style. I fucked the hot wife's pussy hard, slapping loudly into her rippling ass flesh. "Uhh! Uhh!" I heard her groan.

I'm not sure what got into me, but as I looked down at my despised coach's snooty wife's ass, I pulled my cock out of her slippery pussy. I moved it up a few inches, and with only Mrs. Clark's pussy juices as lubrication, I started to push my cock head into her puckered asshole. I guess that I just figured that since I didn't like her anyhow, and she'd probably act snooty to me when she was done with me tomorrow, I didn't have anything to lose by butt fucking her pretty ass. 

"Ahh! AHHHHH!" The hot mom moaned. That wasn't exactly no. With my friends and Mrs. Clark's son watching me, I wanted to be aggressive and manly, so I shoved hard, and worked my cock into her asshole. I don't know if Mrs. Clark had ever taken a cock up her asshole before, but after a few minutes of apparent shock, she started to loosen up her asshole, and stick her butt up for me. 

I started thrusting faster. This was tighter than any female hole I'd been in before. "HHHHOOOOOO! HUNNNNNG!" Mrs. Clark didn't sound so snooty or classy anymore. She sounded like a squealing grunting farm animal. "CHUUCKK! HHHRRRRRGGGGGH!"

I came deep into her ass. But after a couple of spurts, I pulled out and let the rest of my jizm squirt over her asshole and back. 

I rolled off Mrs. Clark. She rolled over onto her back, with a shocked expression on her face, like she didn't know what had just happened. But before she could react further, Brad, Kip, and Shawn pounced on her, and were stuffing cocks in her hands, mouth, and pussy. 

After that, I saw Pete manhandling his mom. He'd always seemed a bit timid around his arrogant mom, but tonight he pounded his cock into her hard and fast, and Mrs. Clark simply took it.

I don't know if Mrs. Clark got more than she bargained for this night, or if this was her plan. But she was obedient and fucked and sucked all of us, multiple times, all night. Somewhere around dawn, I fell asleep on one of the sleeping bags. 

I woke up when I heard the front door open. Coach Clark pushed Pete's sister up the stairs before she could see anything downstairs. Then, with one eye open, I watched him enter the downstairs area. I looked over, and Mrs. Clark was passed out two feet away from me. The ravaged wife was completely naked. Her hair was a fright, her makeup running and smeared, and she was covered from head to toe with sticky jizm. Bill was asleep next to her, his black hand on her white ass. Vito was sleeping next to Mrs. Clark on the other side, his limp cock lying inches from the blonde wife. 

Mrs. Clark woke up squinting, and when she saw Mr. Clark in the room, she managed to get up on one elbow. "Hi, Ron." She looked around at her own son and a dozen other naked teen boys sleeping all around her. "Nope, they're not boys. They're men."

Mr. Clark silently turned and left, slamming the front door on his way out.

CHAPTER TWELVE: BIG BLACK MAMA

I was up early for practice, and something strange happened. I walked by the bathroom, and Mom was in there with the door open. She was standing in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She was only wearing her bra and panties. 

Mom never lets me see her in her underwear. I stopped and stared for a moment, taking in her big beige bra and tight beige cotton panties. She turned to look at me, and I broke out of my trance and walked on down the hall, when I heard her call out my name. "Don?" Was I in trouble for staring at her?

"What?"

"Come here, please."

I walked back to the bathroom, and looked in again. Mom turned to face me. I couldn't help staring at her body again. I'd seen her in one-piece bathing suits, but never underwear. She had a little smile on her face. "Um, what time is practice today?" 

"It's at ten."

"How late does it go?"

"The usual."

Mom kept asking me questions, smiling at me as I stared at her in her underwear. I'd swear that there was sexual tension between us. I was having trouble keeping my voice calm.

"Are you embarrassed seeing me in my underwear?"

"No," I lied. Actually I was, but it was also hot. I got a hardon, and I wondered if she could see it. 

"Do I look too old, or do you still think your friends would think I was hot if they saw me like this?"

"No, they'd still think you were hot."

"Are you just saying that, or do I look hot?"

"You look hot," I blurted.

I heard Dad coming in the front door. Mom heard him, too. "Thanks, Don," she smiled, and then closed the bathroom door. Whew!

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Bill was the only black kid on the team. And as such, his mom was the only black mom on the team. Mrs. Bradley was an attractive woman with a nice figure. Her straight black hair went down to her shoulders. Her legs looked good, as much as I'd seen them, which was only from her knees down. Her tits looked sizable. 

She didn't dress as scantily as most of the moms. But she did dress nice. I don't know what she did for a living, but she must have worked in a nice office or something, because on weeknights she always came to the games in nice dresses or slacks, with pearl necklaces and stuff. A classy woman, it seemed, who was friendly and seemed to get along with the other moms. Her only problem was that in warm weather she didn't dress as scantily as most of the other moms, so I was less familiar with her body.

One day when practice ended earlier than expected, since Bill's house was close to the field, Bill and Mike and Shawn and me stopped by Bill's house. We were hoping to get a ride home from Bill's mom, since Bill said his dad was working late. As we approached the house, there was a car in the driveway. "I don't know whose car this is," said Bill. 

Bill let us in the front door. The living room was dark, but there was a light down the hall. Bill had a concerned look on his face, so nobody said a word. Something was making noise down the hall. Something AND someone. I detected music, but something else. Bill crept down the hall and peeked through the cracked door into his parent's lighted bedroom. From down the hall we watched him frozen at the door for a minute. Then he crept back down to where we were waiting. 

"My mom's fucking some guy in her room. But he ain't my dad." 

Bill crept back down the hall, this time waving us down with him. I peeked in first. Mrs. Bradley was straddling some big black dude on her bed. Her bottom half was under the sheets, but her top half was nude. I could just barely see the sides of her black tits hanging down, but little else. There was some R&B music playing from some stereo or radio. The other sounds emanating from the room were the squeaking of the bed, and Mrs. Bradley's moans. The noise was loud enough that Mrs. Bradley and her black lover couldn't hear us out in the hall. 

Mike pushed me aside and gawked in, then Shawn. Each stared through the crack for a minute, and then turned away with a big wide grin. Mike pulled out his cell phone. It had a camera on it. He took some pictures of the action through the cracked door. 

The four of us then crept back to the living room. Bill shook his head and grinned. "Wow, that's fucked up," he said. 

We then left through the front door, and decided to walk down to Shawn's house. On the way down the driveway, Shawn took a couple of pictures of the stranger's car in Bill's driveway. 

Several days later, we'd made arrangements for the team to spend the afternoon at Bill's house. His dad once again was working the overnight shift, but his mom was there to chaperone. Once the entire team arrived and was mingling in the living room, Shawn, Bill, and Mike called Mrs. Bradley into the hallway just beyond the kitchen. I was chicken, and stayed with the rest of my teammates in the kitchen, which was an open floor plan next to the living room, around the corner from the hallway. 

The plan was simple. Shawn showed Mrs. Bradley the photos on his cell phone. I heard her gasp from around the corner. There was some dialog, and fortunately Mrs. Bradley's tone was not one of anger. More of fear. That's what we were hoping for. I couldn't hear every word. But I heard her ask, "What are you gonna do? What do you want?" 

Mike responded. "We want what this dude got." 

There was a gasp from Bill's mom, then long pause. "C'mon. No. You can't be serious." 

"Yep, they're serious, mom," said Bill. 

After some more whispering and apparently some negotiations, Bill entered the living room, holding his mom's arm. Mrs. Bradley looked around at all of us. Everyone was staring at her. We all knew the plan. 




Baseball Cougars Take The Lead Pt. 03



"So you're all in on this." 

There was some silence, but some nods also. 

"All you little white boys want a piece of my black ass?" 

There was some mumbling and affirmative nodding. 

"And you're all gonna be quiet about everything after?" 

Now the affirmative "Yes's" were louder. 

Mrs. Bradley had an expression like she'd been given shocking new, which she had. With eyes wide, she let out a long exhale. "I need a drink!" Mrs. Bradley stepped over into the kitchen area, found a liquor bottle in the cabinet, got a glass and ice, and with shaking hands poured herself a very tall drink. 

I stared at Bill's mom as she knocked back her drink. Her chest heaved. Her tits looked big in her blue blouse tucked into her skirt. Her navy blue skirt was fairly long, below her knees, but it was tight, and curved around her motherly ass. 

Mrs. Bradley poured a second large glass of booze, and walked back into the living room. Her steps were heavier, and I saw her tits bounce in her bra and blouse. I feared that the booze had given her the courage to tell us to get the hell out. Instead, she got a little smile on her face. "You white teen ATHELETES think you can handle this big black mama?" 

"Yeah, baby," said Vito. 

"Try me, Mama," said a suddenly confident Kyle. 

Mrs. Bradley finished her second drink, sauntered into the kitchen, and poured a third glass. She sashayed back to the living room, smiling at us, her hips wiggling more, her chest thrown out. "I need some music." She fumbled with a radio atop a cabinet. It looked like the booze was hitting her. 

Bill's big black mama found some medium tempo R&B music, and started swaying her hips slightly, still sipping on her drink. 

"I ain't never had no teen white dick before. We'll see if you white-assed punks got what it takes." Mrs. Bradley always had good diction and excellent grammar. Suddenly, she was talking jive with us. She put her empty drink down. She moved her shoulders back and forth along with her hips. She reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. 

Soon her big black lacy bra was in view. Her black cleavage swelled out the top. Her legs were spread wide, straining her skirt, and she was thrusting her hips in and out. In a slow sultry move, she thrust her chest out, pulled her fully-unbuttoned shirt tails out of her skirt, and dropped the garment off of her shoulders and onto the ground. 

Mrs. Bradley was greeted with cheers and moans from her audience, all teens and all white, except for her own son, who was standing to the side but also cheering her. She smiled at us with heavy eyelids and pursed lips. She unzipped her skirt at the side, and slowly tugged it down her sides, leaning forward and shrugging her shoulders so more cleavage spilled over her bra. I had to admit that she looked way more comfortable doing this than Mrs. Firebush. She kicked off her shoes, and stepped out of her skirt. She posed for a moment in her big black bra and black satin panties. Her stomach had a bit of a bulge, and her thighs had a little meat on them, but overall she was quite curvy and sexy. 

Mrs. Bradley picked up her empty glass, and sauntered into the kitchen, her big black butt cheeks rising and falling in her panties. After pouring yet another drink, she danced her way back into the living room. 

"If you want to see what's under here, you gots to show what you got under your clothes. Let's see your little white cocks and see who measures up. C'mon, white boys, whip 'em out."

Shawn and Mike and I glanced around, and started to unzip our flys. My friends had already seen me hard, so I had no shyness. I was glad to have my stiffie free to stretch out. When the three of us got our cocks out, the others followed."

"You too, Bill," Mrs. Bradley said to her son. "Let's see if your BLACK dick measures." Bill obeyed, grinning as he whipped out his dark staff. 

The thirteen of us sat or stood in a semicircle around the mature African-American woman in her bra and panties, stroking our hardons. 

"Mmm, not to shabby," commented Mrs. Bradley. "I see some worthy cocks. Hope you know how to use them." She turned her back to us and put her drink down on the cabinet, and danced, shaking her big booty at us. Looking back at us with a smile, she reached behind her, and unhooked her bra. Turning around, she danced with her bra held in front of her for a moment, and then slowly let the piece fall to the ground. 

I couldn't believe how big her tits looked as she stood topless several feet away from me. Her two round jugs looked swollen and heavy, sloping just slightly. I thought that Mike's mom or perhaps Eric's Firebush Mom had the biggest tits on the team, but Mrs. Bradley was their equal for poundage. She lifted her arms over her head, and thrust her tits out at us, slowly but forcefully. Her big dark areolas flew forward and back down. Mrs. Bradley knew how to make them things shake. 

Bill's now-drunken mom thrust her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She tugged them down slowly, again arching her back so her tits hung down and swayed. She stripped her panties off, and spread her legs as she danced. Her pussy was covered with coarse black curly hairs. Wow! 

The Big Black Mama turned her back to us and shook her ass. Her big black cheeks rippled as she swung her hips from side to side. Then she bent down a little, putting her hands on her knees, and thrust her ass in and out. She continued with some impressive booty popping, shaking her booty much faster than the music, her cheeks opening and closing to show her puckered asshole, and her hairy pussy between her legs. Unlike Mrs. Firebush, this woman looked like an experienced booty popper.

Facing us again, she actually got her tits doing circles, clockwise. She seemed to be able to make them do whatever she wanted. She got them jiggling in opposite directions. She leaned over and swayed them in circles. She picked both of them up in her palms and stuffed her left tit into her mouth, licking her own long black nipple. After licking her right nipple, while smiling at us, she heaved her chest and got them flying wildly, shooting up almost to her chin, and them back down nearly to her navel. 

As I sat on a wooden chair right in front of Mrs. Bradley, this woman had me as hot as any woman ever. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. She spread her knees wide and bent her knees, opening her crotch and thrusting it at us. Her ebony flesh glowed with perspiration. She picked up somebody's water bottle from a table, and shoved it up into her pussy. It came out glistening. She was juicy and wet. 

"You want my black ass?" She asked.

"Yeah," came the shout from her son's exposed friends and teammates. 

"Here it is." Mrs. Bradley shook her ass, a foot from my face. I was just about to reach out and grab it, when she lurched backward and shoved her bare ass into my face. 

I didn't flinch. Quite the opposite, I burrowed my head into her long ass crack. She had me so worked up that I wanted any part of her I could get. She wiggled back into me. She was probably trying to gross us out, but I loved making contact with her jiggling ass cheeks. I stuck my tongue out, and found her asshole. I grabbed her hips, and licked into her as far as I could go. 

"OHHHH!" I heard Mrs. Bradley cry. I flit my tongue deep and fast. I was afraid that she would pull away, so quickly I reached around with my right hand and found her pussy. I rubbed her mound over her coarse pubic hair, and then found her slit. 

My left hand reached up and firmly squeezed her dangling left tit. She chuckled, and then squealed. My right index finger found her swollen clit, and I diddled it rapidly. "OHHHHHHHH! Ohhhh, Honey! Not bad for a Honkey kid! WHHHEEEEE!"

I could hear the other guys laughing at my rim job, but soon they were on their feet and surrounding Mrs. Bradley. Hands were mauling her tits and pussy, and even her thighs and shoulders. I hadn't realized that the contrast between our white bodies, as tan as they were, against Mrs. Bradley's black flesh would be so striking. 

Mrs. Bradley reached between my legs and stroked my cock. I immediately yanked my already-open pants down to my knees, and she quickly lowered her pussy onto my cock. She slid down easily. A little too easily, actually. Her pussy was the most cavernous off all the moms I'd fucked. But it was wet, and the Big Black Mama knew what to do with that pussy. The way she worked her muscles around my cock, and used her knees to jump up and down on it, made this black woman the best fuck ever. 

Mrs. Bradley fucked my cock rapidly while Kip whipped out his cock and stuffed it into her mouth, fucking her face forcefully as he grabbed her head. Other hands were tugging at her tits. I resumed diddling her love button. "HUMMMPH!"

Mrs. Bradley also looked like a world class cock sucker. She bobbed her head rapidly, and in no time I saw jism from Kip's cock leaking out of her lips.

She had me done in seconds. She started jerking around on my lap like she was having an orgasm, shuddering like a bug on me. I shot my load in her pussy. 

Mrs. Bradley fell off my lap, and onto her knees on the carpet. She grabbed Eric's exposed cock as he stood before her, and sucked him off. She got him to lie on the carpet as she sucked him, sticking her big black booty in the air. Shawn knelt behind her and rammed his cock into her pussy. Others reached under her body to feel her dangling tits.

After taking a few more cocks on her knees, Mrs. Bradley laid back on the couch, and took more fuckings. I watched her black tits jump as she humped on her back. She turned her head and took a few more cocks in her mouth, and one in her right hand. 

After eleven cocks had come on or in Mrs. Bradley, I saw Bill standing pants less in front of her mom. "Roll over Mom," he ordered. "I'm gonnna fuck your ass." 

Without a word, the intoxicated black woman stuck her ass in the air, and let her son work his hard cock into her asshole. He seemed to have an easier time getting in than I did with Mrs. Clark, even though Bill's cock is at least as big as mine. He fucked her rapidly, her big black ass cheeks rippling like waves. Soon Bill came in her asshole, and finished off by squirting over her ass and back.

Bill then said, "We got to get out. My dad might be home soon." As I got my clothes back together, I watched the ravaged Mrs. Bradley gingerly stand up. She was drunk, rode hard, covered with cum, her hair was a mess and her makeup was smeared. She slid on her black panties, nearly falling over. She put her bra on, and I helped her hook it in the back. She left it at that, perhaps realizing that she'd have to shower and change before Mr. Bradley got home.

She turned to me, and said, "Boy I have to admit, you did the job today. For a white kid. I thought you'd run away before you'd give me a rim job. 

"No, you had me too hot," I replied.

"You still have some things to learn, though. I think I need to spend some more time teaching you. Keep in touch." 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: MOUSY MOM

Eric came over to my house to get a ride from my mom to practice. I was upstairs changing when I heard him arrive. When I came downstairs, I didn't see Eric in the family room. And Dad was alone in the living room, reading the paper. Then I heard some quiet murmuring coming from the kitchen. I walked in to see Eric was sitting next to my mom at the table. As I rounded the corner, I could see Mom's hands on top of the table, holding a glass of pop, but Eric's right hand was under the table. It was dark and it was a fleeting glimpse, but it appeared to me that his hand was between mom's legs, under her denim skirt. As soon as I entered the kitchen, they both flinched, and mom immediately got up, smoothing her skirt and acting guilty as she took her glass over to the sink. "Well, are we ready to go?" she asked in a slightly flustered voice. 

"I'm ready," I said, and Mom drove us to practice, with Eric and me in the back seat. Both Mom and Eric were uncomfortably silent on the drive. 

After Mom dropped us off and drove away, we dropped our gear by the chain link fence. Eric said, "Hey, Don."

"What?" 

Eric held out his right hand to my face, with his middle finger extended. "Wanna smell your mom?"

I stared at him for a second. "Are you shitting me?"

"Really," he chuckled.

"You finger fucked my mom."

"Yeah," he grinned.

"Wow!" That was all I could say. "Sorry if I interrupted."

"You should be," Eric laughed.

Wow. We joined our teammates on the field as I absorbed the idea that my mom let my friend stick his finger in her pussy.

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Among my teammates, I called Tim's mom, Mrs. Lee, "The Mousy Mom." She was cute. Really Cute. I guess it was her slender figure, button nose, soft chin, small oval wire rimmed glasses, and quiet demeanor, that gave her what I called a "mousy" aura. She was about 5' 3" tall, and her figure, while slender, was not skinny like Mrs. Truffeau, but close to it. Her hair was blonde and curled under just above her shoulders. Her tits were pretty tiny, but her legs and her butt were really nice for a mom. 

At the season's early games, Mrs. Lee wore polo tops and longer boring shorts, but as the weather and the other moms heated up, Mousy Mom started to sport shorter cotton shorts and matching tank tops, which allowed views of both her white panties and her little white bras. So I fantasized about fucking Mousy Mom. And so did Eric and Mike and several other boys, judging by their comments and their eyes. And as much as any other mom, Mrs. Lee kept her eyes locked on me and my teammates. Her demeanor remained quiet and aloof, but her eyes darted to my teammate's butt and other body parts as they walked by her. Once when Eric changed shirts after a game, I thought she was going to fall out of the bleachers craning her neck to stare at his topless teen torso. 

Several times she caught me looking at her, but she immediately turned away. There was no smile, no acknowledgement, no flirtatious look, as we received from many of the other moms. She was friendly enough when we approached her or Tim, but she refused to give up even the most subtle or sneaky hint that she was interested in us. So I considered her probably untouchable. 

Besides my "Mousy Mom" moniker, one other catch phrase often got repeated when one of us caught her checking us out. "She wants it." We were cocky enough now to even dare imagine that an attractive married mom would think of fucking us, her son's teen friends. 

When it was Tim's turn to host an after-game sleepover after a night game, Mrs. Lee picked a night when her husband was home. 

We poured into Mrs. Lee's basement family room immediately after the game. Mr. Lee went up to the second floor to bed. When Mrs. Lee wandered down later to bring us our pizzas, she might as well have been tossed into a prison holding cell with thirteen horny male jailbirds. Standing in a matching teal-colored tiny cotton shorts and tight tank top, her eyes darting back and forth over us, but still with her shy demeanor, several boys whispered, "She wants it." 

I don't know if Mrs. Lee heard the comments, but she must have seen the look in our eyes and our dirty leering that we were admiring her scantily-clad figure and weren't hiding it. There was an air of sexual tension. 

Shawn said, "I have to get out of this uniform," and pulled off his uniform jersey. 

"Me too," replied Vito, and he also took off his top. 

Tim picked up on his teammates' signals. "Mom, can we wash our uniforms?" 

Mrs. Lee, now staring at the two shirtless teens, stuttered, "Oh, uh, yeah, I guess." 

At that, all of us started taking off our jerseys, and threw them in a pile. 

We had all already removed our spikes, so when Eric said, "How about our pants?" it was nothing to unhook the belt and peel off his uniform pants. Every other teammate followed their Team Captain's example and pulled off their uniforms. There were now thirteen teen athletes surrounding Mrs. Lee, wearing only their bulging jocks. 

Mrs. Lee's chest heaved, and she moaned an audible "ohhh!" Otherwise she was speechless. As we milled around, some of the guys had their backs to her, and their bare butts were on display for her.

Mike said, "How about our jocks, too? Can you wash our jocks?" When Tim's mom didn't answer, staring at the team surrounding her, her mouth open and eyes wide, Mike pulled down his jock. He stepped out of it, and his hairy semi-hard cock sprang out. 

As Mrs. Lee stood speechless, panting and batting her eyes, the rest of us stripped out of our jocks. A couple of guys only had semi-erect dicks hanging down, but most of us, including me, had raging hairy hardons aimed at Mousy Mom. 

"Hey Mrs. Lee," said Shawn. "Don't you want to wash your clothes, too?" 

"Uhhh, oohh, Uhh," whimpered Mrs. Lee. She couldn't take her eyes off of the naked teen athletes, but she couldn't seem to react, other than her whimpering. 

Shawn approached her. "I'll help with your top." He started to raise her top at the hem. Mrs. Lee gasped and put her hands down to her sides to prevent the material from being lifted. But soon several other guys started grabbing at her top and lifting it. Soon her little white bra was in view, and her top was lifted and pulled through her blonde hair and discarded. Quickly hands grabbed the elastic waistband of her cotton shorts, and tugged them down her thighs, displaying tight white cotton bikini panties. 

Tim's mom looked nearly as sexy as any of the moms, in her tiny white bra and panties. Her tits were small, but that made her bra look small and her torso that much more exposed. Her panties were plain cotton, but they were tight and clung nicely to her nice butt cheeks and protruding pussy mound.

Mrs. Lee looked like she was going to faint as hands started tugging at her bra and panties. "Oh, no, no," she quietly whimpered nearly inaudibly. 

I was concerned. She was saying no. She wasn't smiling, or removing her clothes herself. Was she being molested? 

"She wants it," Vito said, and several others echoed the Mousy Mom catchphrase. But did she? 

"Oh, no," she panted, as her bra was unhooked in back and the straps pulled down her shoulders. I could read her words on her lips, but I could barely hear them. Her eyes were half open and her head rolled back. I wanted to stop my teammates, who were pawing at her like animals. 

The panties slid down easily, and grabby teen hands roamed all over her tiny pointed white titties and hard pink nipples. Her dishwater blonde pubic hair had hands combing through it, and her nice white ass was getting a good groping and jiggling. 

"Hey, guys," I muttered, but nobody was paying attention to me. "Hey..." But then I noticed something. Mrs. Lee had placed her hands on Eric's and Vito's chests. She wasn't pushing them away; she was stoking their chests and shoulders with her long spread-out fingers. She slid her right hand down to Vito's ass cheek and caressed it. Then she slid her left hand down to Eric's hard cock, and held it. 

While Mrs. Lee was getting felt up by a dozen or so hands on her naked body, she was moving her open palms and slender fingers from one guy to the next. She still looked unsteady, and I'd swear she was still moaning, "Oh, no." 

"You want it, Mrs. Lee," said Vito. 

"No," she whimpered, still caressing two teen butt cheeks. 

"You want it," insisted Eric and Mike. 

"Yes, I, I want it!" croaked Mousy Mom, as she tugged on two throbbing cocks and gyrated her palm-covered hips. She turned her head to Vito, opened her mouth, and began to kiss him. 

Mousy Mom was grinding her hips into Vito's hand as he finger fucked her. She stretched her neck from Vito to Eric to Tom's mouths, trading sloppy tongue kisses. 




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I think she was loosening up a little. 

I finally got a hand in, and tugged on her long nipples, and jiggled her little left tit. Tim, Mousy Mom's son, had his head down on her right tit, suckling on her nipple. 

It was Eric who wormed his way front and center, and was receiving a hand job as he rapidly finger fucked the older but smaller woman. He apparently felt that they were both ready, because he said, "Do you want it?" 

"Yes, I want it!"

"Do you want all of it?" 

"YES!" 

"Do you want it right now?" 

"YES! I WANT IT NOW! FUCK ME! PLEEEEAAAAASE!!!" 

Mousy Mom had found a pair of lungs. As her begging echoed through the room, Eric grabbed both of her ass checks, lifted her off the ground, and rammed his stiff cock into her wide open pussy. I saw her eyes widen as she found herself with her legs spread around the teen stud, her hands around his neck. 

Eric stood in the middle off the room as Mrs. Lee rode him. He held her by her butt cheeks and thrust into her, hard and as rapidly as he could. "Uhhhng!" He grunted. 

"UNNGGGGG!" Grunted Mrs. Lee.

"UNNNGGG!" 

"HUMMMMMPHHHH!"

I briefly thought about Tim's dad being upstairs. If he was woken from the boys shouting or his wife's wailing, or if he heard it at all two floors up, he wasn't concerned enough to come downstairs. I forgot all about him. Apparently Mrs. Lee did, too.

A couple of the guys were still reaching in for titty feels, but otherwise it was Eric's show as Mrs. Lee threw her head back and closed her eyes. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWEEEEEE!" She gyrated and jiggled all over. I don't know how Eric hung onto her. Mrs. Lee wasn't very big, but none of us were big at our age, either. Only Eric was considered a big guy. "WOOOOOOEEEEOOOOOOO!"

Her wails echoed off the walls, causing cheers from her son's teammates. "Haarrrggghhhhh??!"

She collapsed onto Eric's shoulder, and Eric dropped her like a sack of potatoes onto the couch. Mrs. Lee took one long loud inhale, and I thought she was going to have a heart attack and die. Instead, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the naked boys with hard cocks surrounding her, and asked, "OK, who's next?" I was standing closest, and she yelled, "Don! You be next!" I sat down next to her and she practically attacked me. She locked her lips onto mine and rapidly tongued me, moving her mouth around like she'd never been kissed before. Her hands were also all over the place, quickly running from my shoulder to my chest to my thigh, and then stroking my hard cock. For my part, I felt her small firm titties and diddled her nipples.

With my newfound oral fixation, I clamped my mouth down on her right tit, and then her left, sucking the small boobies into my mouth, licking her nipples, and suckling like a baby. I ran my left hand up her smooth bare thigh and found her snatch, and rubbed her pussy hard. Then I slid my middle finger in and fingered her. 

I had competition, as Kyle sat next to her on the other side and clamped his mouth over her right tit. Mrs. Lee hissed like a snake as the two of us sucked her two tits.

Mrs. Lee never relaxed. Like a kid on Christmas morning, she ripped into one part of me and then another. She stood up, and landed on my lap facing me, and slid her pussy down on to my cock. She did all the work, humping me like a horny dog, and wailing like a banshee. "Wheeeeeeee!'

I sucked her tits again, but soon other hands were grabbing her tits. Mrs. Lee reached down and grabbed Kyle and Chris' cocks as they sat beside me. Shawn stuck his cock by her face, and she took it into her mouth.

She wildly gyrated again; already having an orgasm nearly as big as the one Eric gave her. I also came quickly, and Mrs. Lee fell off me and landed on Kyle's lap, facing away from him, and took his cock in her pussy as she continued stroking and sucking other cocks. 

Mrs. Lee never lost her energy, or her lust; continuing touching, fucking, and sucking as much teen meat as she could get hold of, her hands running over every part of our bodies, through our hair, over our balls, and everyplace else. 

I stepped back and watched her riding Bill, straddling him as he lay on his back. Her back was arched, and I could see Bill's big black cock sliding in and out of her pussy as she slid her hips and butt in and out around it. Her hips circled, rolled, her butt danced. It was sheer beauty, sexual ballet, as erotic as anything ever. I thought of Mr. Lee upstairs, and I wondered if he'd ever stepped back and became aware at what a sexual artist his wife was. 

I took a break while my teammates were fucking Mighty Mom, and I was eating pizza and drinking pop over by a table. I felt someone touch me from behind, and I turned my head and saw Mrs. Lee. She pressed her bare tits against my back, wrapped her hands around me, and rubbed my chest and shoulders. "It's your turn again, Don" she whispered. 

I turned towards her. My cock has semi-limp, but I put my arms around her and made out with her. I reached around and finally got to feel those two ass cheeks that I'd dreamed so much about. Mrs. Lee was still a whirlwind of energy, and kissed me wildly. She fell to her knees in front of me, and began licking my balls and shaft. That was enough to get me hard, and when she sucked my cock rapidly I was ready to go again. 

Mrs. Lee was one of the few moms light enough that I could pick up, and I lifted her by her hips and sat her on the table in front of me. I stood between her legs, and threw both of her legs over my shoulders. I slid my cock in her pussy and slammed into her hard. My hips made a slapping sound as I hit her hit her ass and thighs, and as slender as she was, her butt and thigh flesh jiggled a little. 

I looked down at the sexy blonde mom. Her little tittes were jiggling too, as she smiled up at me. But it wasn't long before other guys crowded around us, and started to feel her tits. One of these guys was Tim. I'd almost forgotten that Mrs. Lee's son was among us. Tim was naked along with the rest of us, and he still had a hard cock sticking nearly straight up. He reached down and felt his own mom's tit, tugging on her nipple. 

Mrs. Lee looked over and realized her son was feeling her tit, and standing over her naked as she got fucked by one of his friends. She put her hand up over his. At first I thought she was going to pry her son's hand off of her tit. But instead she patted it and stroked it. She ran her fingers up his forearm, looking into his eyes, and then down to his cock. 

Mousy Mom reached over and carefully touched Tim's hard dick. He didn't pull away - in fact he thrust his hips toward her. So Mrs. Lee took his dick in his hands, and stroked it. Tim kept on feeling her tits while he got a hand job from his mom. 

This was turning me on, and I was almost ready to blow. 

Mrs. Lee guided Tim's dick over to her face, and she leaned over and took it in her mouth. She sucked on her son's cock as he moaned. 

That put me over the edge, and I came in Mrs. Lee's pussy. 

I pulled my cock out and stepped away. Mrs. Lee let Tim's cock slide out of her mouth, and motioned for him to stand between her legs. Tim did as instructed and Mrs. Lee threw her thighs around him. Tim entered his mom, as she let out a gasp. After a few pumps to get in rhythm, he thrust fast. Mrs. Lee let out loud wails again, and soon she was gyrating all over the table. Both she and Tim came quickly, and he pulled out and stepped away. 

Mrs. Lee didn't have time to rest or to ponder what she'd just done. Vito flipped her over on the table, and fucked her doggie style as Mrs. Lee grabbed two cocks with her hand and stroked them.

Mighty Mom was randy all night. At about 3:00 AM she got a little weak and shaky, but after some pop and cold pizza, she continued the gangbang until about 5:00 AM. I don't know how Tim felt when she hollered, "This is the greatest day of my life!" But I was proud to be part of any woman's greatest day, even if I was only one part of thirteen. 

Finally we helped Mighty Mom find her clothes. She gingerly put them on like she'd just fought a heavyweight match, and walked bowlegged upstairs, presumably to collapse into bed next to her sleeping husband. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: MY MOM 

It was just Mom and I in the car as she drove me to a practice. "Do boys like Vito and Kip know that you're looking at their moms in the bleachers?"

"Yep."

"It doesn't bother them?"

"Not that I can tell."

"How do you feel when the other boys talk about me?"

"Proud."

"Proud? You're proud of the way I look? Hmm. What if it wasn't just looking? What if you saw one of them, um, trying to touch me? Would you be upset?"

"Like if I saw one of them with his hand up your skirt? I'd be turned on."

"Would you tell your Dad?"

"No, that would be between you and me. Would you tell dad if you thought I was having sex with a friend's mom?"

"I think we can have a few secrets from Dad."

"Which of my friends to you think is attractive?" I presumed she'd say Eric.

"Well, at my age, they all seem attractive."

There was a long silence after that. I'd just told my mom that I'd get aroused watching her with one of my friends, and suggested that I saw Eric with his hand under her skirt. She told me she thinks all my friends are attractive. 

"How are they approached?"

"What?"

"How would boys your age even know if a woman was seriously interested in them?"

I paused for a minute for this one. "Just take off your clothes."

"Just... get naked?"

"Yeah. We like stripteases. Lots of bare skin. We'd get the point."

"So they like women, who uh, act slutty?"

"Yeah."

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Mom couldn't believe that we wanted to play ball on a day off near the end of the season. But a bunch of us were bored, it was a weekday, so we decided to try to organize a casual game of softball instead of hardball. I asked Mom if she would drive some of us to the field. At first mom was reluctant to do all the driving and be in charge of thirteen teens. But she kept asking me if we were sure that she would be the only adult there, and the more I said yes, the more she seemed to warm up to the idea.  

"Would you mind if I wore my bathing suit and got some sun while you play?"

"Certainly not," I replied. 

"You know, I used to play some softball. Can I shag a few balls for you?" 

"I'll ask the guys, but I don't see why not." I texted the rest of the team. I told them that Mom wanted to play a little softball, and that she might wear her bathing suit. Within minutes, all thirteen teammates had texted back that they now wanted to play. Several made comments like, "if ur moms gonna to be in a bathing suit, i'm there!" I showed these texts to my mom, who seemed quite flattered. She read them again and again, pushing her tit into my shoulder as she read from my phone.

It was a warm sunny day when five of my teammates met at my house and piled into Mom's van. We all wore shorts and tank tops or t-shirts, and brought our baseball gear. Mom climbed into the driver's seat wearing some shorts and a polo shirt. I was a little disappointed. I guess I'd hoped that she would dress sexier for my teammates, or at least bring a bathing suit along. Still, Mom looked like she'd taken her time with her hair today, and she looked kinda hot in her sunglasses as we drove to the field.

Upon arriving, our seven teammates were already there. Mom had brought a cooler full of pop for us, and as we drank pop Mom laid a beach towel in foul territory. When mom unbuckled her belt, I could see everybody stop what they were doing and watch mom. She seemed to realize it, too. She stood in the middle of a circle of thirteen of us boys, and tugged her shorts down her hips and butt. I didn't recognize the bottom of her bathing suit. I thought she'd be wearing her old blue or black one. This one was a bright lime green. Then when she stood straight up, I realized that these were bikini bottoms! Mom NEVER wore a two-piece bathing suit! She turned her back to me for a second, and I could see that not only was it a two-piece bathing suit, that it was cut really high in back, showing off quite a bit of her butt cheeks.

Then everybody held their breath as Mom grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up. As she pulled her shirt up over tits, through her hair, and dropped it on her towel, everybody was shocked at how tiny her bikini was, and nobody was more shocked than me. Mom always wore conservative bathing suits and clothes in general. Her bottoms were not only cut high in back, but they dipped low in front, practically down to her pussy. And the top was the tiniest string top possible, with Mom's 40D tits hanging out the top, sides and even underneath. 

We'd all seen young ladies in bikinis, but I could tell by the way all of my teammates' jaws were hanging open that it was an extraordinary sight to see a tall, busty mature woman in the smallest scraps of fabric imaginable. On close inspection, Mom had her flaws, and they couldn't be hid in the bright sunlight. Her tummy bulged some, her butt was a bit too large, there were stretch marks, and even a scar. But after all the lusting these boys had expressed for my mom, and my own growing lust for her, it was the sexiest sight I could imagine seeing in public. Whew!

Mom had her sunglasses on, but I could tell by her smile and her demeanor that she was enjoying the looks of my teammates. Mom pulled a bottle of suntan lotion out of her beach bag, and started rubbing it all over herself, as we all watched attentively. Her tits jiggled as she rubbed her cleavage, and as she bent over to lotion her legs, her big tits hung down, looking like they might fall completely out of her skimpy top. She rubbed her belly and her upper thighs, spreading her legs until a tuft of brown pubic hair was exposed. 

"Chris, can you do my back?" She asked as she handed the bottle to Chris. Chris gleefully poured some lotion onto her shoulders and rubbed her back. But Shawn and Brian quickly butted in and also rubbed her back and shoulders. Shawn poured some lotion onto his hands and rubbed the back of her thighs, and when Mom simply smiled at the six hands on her, Kip lathered up her upper thighs and part of the bottom of her butt cheeks that were exposed. 

Finally Mom lay down on her beach blanket just behind the backstop, and we started playing softball. But everybody was paying attention to Mom lying there, and balls kept "accidentally" rolling over to her so guys could get a better look." 

Eventually I said, "Mom, why don't you play with us." I didn't mean it in a dirty way, but a few guys snickered as Mom stood up and grabbed a glove. Wherever Mom played on the field, the guys tried to hit the ball to her. This was because whenever she ran, her big tits bobbled all over the place in her tiny top, and even her ass and thighs wobbled. Her bikini bottom was cut so high that the back kept riding into her crack, exposing her white ass cheeks. After a few lame attempts to fix this, Mom simply let her cheeks show. 

Several times after short runs, Mom's areolas snuck out of her top. Clearly they were quite dark and quite wide. 

Mom went in to bat, and grabbed a bottle of water. She drank some, and splashed some on her face. Then she poured some on her chest. The water cascaded down her top and then ran to her bikini bottom. That's when something miraculous happened. The wet bikini turned transparent. There was no lining in it at all. Mom must have known this. My eyes darted back and forth between Mom's tits and her pussy. She did indeed have very wide areolas, but they were not out of proportion on her large jugs. And her bush had been trimmed away from her thighs, but there was still a nice dark triangle of hair on display at her crotch.

It was hard to keep the game going with Mom parading around like that. Finally Mom grabbed a bat and went to the plate to hit. She spread her legs and stuck her butt out as she stood in the batter's box. Eric was pitching, and he had a hard time putting the ball over the plate for Mom. She swung and swung at the high and outside pitches, as her tits wobbled. Finally Mom got a piece of a ball, and as it rolled toward third base, she sprinted toward first. Tim fielded it and threw to first. The ball got away from Brad, mostly because he was watching Mom jiggle. Mom took off for second. The instant she turned the bag at first, her right tit fell completely out of her top, and it flopped naked all the way to second. She fixed her top at second, but she didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed at her wardrobe malfunction. She stayed on the basses for quite a while, taking running leadoffs after every pitch. Both of her areolas were sticking out the top, but she didn't even bother to adjust. Mom was virtually naked out in the field surrounded by my friends and me. I was just one of thirteen young teens who were sporting hardons. We didn't bother wearing cups to this game, so my cock was sticking out in my boxers, and several other teammates were trying to hide their erections. 

After the inning ended, we all came in for a break. It was hot out there, and now nobody had their mind on baseball as long as my mom was hanging out all wet. Mom poured some more water on her suit to keep it transparent, her areolas were hanging out the top and sometimes the sides of her tiny triangles, a tuft of pubic hair hung out over her bottoms, and her ass was virtually bare. 

Pete had brought a boom box, and he turned it on. Mom was standing back behind home plate by the backstop. The backstop had six-foot high boards along the back wall, making it the one place on the field where nobody driving or walking along the street could see her. Mom seemed to pick up on that. She looked around, made sure that nobody else besides the team was nearby, and started dancing. 

My teammates let out some hoots when Mom put her arms up in the air and started swaying to the Metal music. Encouraged by the noise and the looks, she soon started to thrust her chest out, as her big tits strained the fabric of her transparent string bikini top. 

Mom turned around and shook her ass at us. The white flesh jiggled and rippled. She turned back and thrust her hips; her legs spread wide, her knees bent. Mom knew how to dance some. Her areolas were sticking out the top nearly to her nipples. Finally her right nipple popped out and caught the fabric, and stayed exposed. 

As my teammates cheered her on, and complimented Mom's tits, she shook her tits back and forth until her right tit fell completely out, hanging over the tiny lime-colored patch of fabric. Mom then slowly pulled back on her left string, until her left tit also fell out. Mom's tits were really pale, and her areolas were a darker brown, making a nice contrast. She raised her hands up high over her head and thrust her tits out, and then leaned over and let them dangle over the heads of the players that were sitting in the dirt behind home plate. With much cheering and fanfare, Mom easily untied the strings of her top, pulled the whole garment off her chest, and dropped it into the dirt. 

She continuing to dance and jiggle her tits for us. Mom started playing with the strings of her bottom, stretching them out and pulling them up and down. Slowly, she tugged the wet bottom down her hips, until her pussy was completely out in the open, causing more cheers. She bent at the waist and lowered the garment down to her knees, until they fell on her own down her to gym shoes, at which time she kicked them off. 

Mom continued to dance for us for a few more minutes, playing with her own tits and rubbing her pussy, smiling at each boy, including me. I simply smiled back, and applauded with the rest of my friends. She looked super sexy, and I was quite proud of her naked body.