4 comments/ 162594 views/ 11 favorites Mom's Home Alone Ch. 01 By: tn_maggie I don’t remember ever having a weekend to myself. Not in our 20 years of marriage. How relaxing it was to not hear, “Mom, Mom, Mom this and Mom that!” Not knowing quite what to do with myself I guess I was much more used to people telling me what to do and what to think than I cared to admit. Feeling a bit annoyed I decided to trim my roses. Sensing some pride in my decision, I changed into my skimpiest bikini and went into the backyard. For 41 I’m still fit and trim. My 34Bs on my tall frame elicit many a smile from strangers. The late morning sun felt delightful. Warmth, real warmth permeated my skin. I stood for a moment and just took deep breaths. Oh how wonderful it felt. I scanned the yard, perfectly peaceful. The stockade fence and large oak trees provided privacy and seclusion. Slowly, I grabbed my pruners and an empty bucket and began to select the roses for my arrangement. Stopping to sniff each one, my mind drifted into peace and contentment. Making my way to the rear of the yard I began to hear a quiet clicking noise. I tried to ignore it but it would not go away. Looking around, I saw no one. The cool breeze tickled my skin. I stretched to get the full effect and, click, there it was again. With the wind kicking up a bit I saw a tree house not more than 20 feet away. “Anyone up there?” I asked. Click. “Only me,” came the response. Startled. I stood there staring at the tree and up popped a young man. Bushy, rugged looking, Kennedy kind of hair and a huge toothy smile. I stared at him, too surprised to move. No shirt, he seemed tall with broad shoulders. “What are you doing?” I asked feeling a bit out of sorts. “I’m taking pictures of you,” he stated very matter-of-factly. “Why me?” “Because you are SO BEAUTIFUL!” Click.Click. He snapped two more off. Stunned. I had no response. He came alive saying, “Smile! Put your arms up. Embrace the sun!” Click. Without thinking I started responding to his urgings and struck some awkward poses. “Great!” He exclaimed. “Go with it! See how much fun you are having!” click, click. Placing my hands on my hips and giving him a you’ve got to be kidding look. He said, “hold that. I’ll be right down.” Instead of intimidating him it energized him. It was fun. In a flash he was down from the tree and into my yard. He picked up a rose from the bucket and put it into my mouth. Click. He re-arranged my arms. Click. Turned my hips. Click. “what a great model you are!” Click. “Oh how beautiful you are!” Click. “Are you a professional model?” Click. “No, I’ve never modeled anything before.” I liked him. He was friendly, confident, had an authoritative air about him. For some reason I just kept doing whatever he suggested. Straighten my legs, bend at the hip, cut a rose. Click. Turn slightly to face him, click. This went on for more than a few minutes, I really was enjoying myself. “Whew, this heat. Go get some water while I reload the film,” he commanded. A bit bossy I thought. I opened my mouth to respond only to see his finger point to the back of the house and have him say, “water.” I filled two glasses of water and returned. He set the camera down on a table, pointing at us. He grabbed the water and we drank. Click. He had a remote control. He came behind me and to my shock I felt icy water running down my back and front. I screamed. Click. Click. At the same time he had undone my bikini top and pulled it away! Click. Click. Click. “What are you doing?” I yelled. “I told you I’m taking pictures of you,” he said laughing. “”I know you like it!” Click. “How do you know what I like?” “Because I have been watching you for months. You like being told what to do. You like showing off your body. Come hear,” he commanded. “I said come here!” How did he know all of this? My head was totally clouded. I really couldn’t think. I started walking toward him or did he come to me? He grabbed my chin with one hand and planted a ferocious kiss deeply in my mouth. My knees were weak. My body was on fire. 1 minute, 5 minutes how much time passed? Slowly he pushed me away saying, “get the camera.” I reached for my top that was dangling in his hand. He threw it over the fence, “you won’t need this anymore!” In a daze, full of goose bumps, and trembling with excitement I retrieved the camera and handed it back to him. Click. Click. Oh, my! I was still topless! I covered my self with my arms. “I love false modesty,” he said. Click. Click. Again he started with the orders, “Pout. Snarl. Drop your arms. I said drop your arms!” Click Click Click and Click! He positioned me, bent over, with my hands on my knees facing the camera that was back on the table. He stepped away. Click. He fussed with my hair a bit. Click. Pinched my nipples. Click. “Do not move,” he said very sternly as he untied the bow on my bikini bottoms. Click click and click. There I was naked in my own yard! I never felt like this, nervous, excited, afraid, dazed. “Don’t move. I need to reload.” Why was I frozen there? “See, you like doing what you are told. I know more about you than you’ll ever know,” he cackled. What a beautiful smile he had. Click. “Ready.” He kissed me deeply again. Wow! Could he kiss. Firmly, like he owned me, he reached down and rubbed my crotch. “You have the wettest pussy I’ve ever felt.” Way beyond blushing, my face became hot as an oven. Click. “I love blushing,” he shouted. “You are awesome!” “Touch your nipples.” Click. “Beautiful! Now touch your snatch.” Click. “Put two fingers in.” click. “Three.” Click. “Four.” Click. I was on fire. I don’t think I knew my own name. No one ever spoke to me like that. “Fuck your pussy. Like a whore! Spread yourself.” The nastier he talked the more excited I got! “Come here slut. Take it out,” motioning to his crotch. I pulled down his shorts. “Suck it and suck it good!” Click. Click. I gave him the best blowjob of my life. “Come on, sloppy. Let’s see some drool!” Click. When he started cumming he pulled out and shot all over my face. Click, click and click. “What a great shoot! You are awesome! I can’t wait to develop these. Come with me to see.” His enthusiasm was infectious. I felt carefree like a schoolgirl! Naked, we walked through the gate in the back of the yard, under the tree house and into his basement. Mom's Home Alone Ch. 02 As we approached his house I felt myself vibrating. I could hear him talking to me but I was so excited, so confused, so just-about-to-jump-out-of-my-skin that I couldn't respond. Every inch of my flesh was on fire. "You are such an awesome slut," he said with affection, "Silent. Sexy. Slutty. Yes, you are perfect." Nothing could have prepared me for my next vision. His basement seemed to be some sort of photographic dark room with the walls covered by pictures of me. Yes, me! There I am unloading groceries, shopping, watching my daughters soccer game - oh, no, naked! Yes naked, what in the world? Speechless. Dumfounded. Little balls of sweat ran down my back causing me to shiver. "Like it?" He said with a huge smile. "See how awesome you are!" Yes, I think I'll get an A. "An A?" I mutterred sheepishly. "Yes, I chose you as my photo-essay assignment for school. "Sign here," as he slipped a pen and paper into my hand, "I'm a photography major.". Stunned and overwhelmed I signed the paper without reading it. "Now it's official. This release allows my A. Thanks!" I was mesmerized by a large picture of me, taken at night, the lighting in the backround revealed me as a shadow in the act of sex. Yes, in my own bedroom. "I like that one too. I believe it is with your husband. The way you ride his cock, so intense, so focused. You are such a great subject," he said very business-like. So I'm a subject? A model? Since when? How did this happen? My mind was a whirl of disconnected thoughts. Certainly, I am a wife, a mom, in fact a soccer mom, but a model? My body was overheating. I was a mess. I couldn't speak and couldn't move. Suddenly, I was startled by a new voice, a female voice. "There you are," she said sweetly. "And your picture friend. How sweet she is," gently rubbing he fingers down by back. I jumped back. "Oh don't be afraid. We appreciate what you've done for Brian and I just want to say thanks," gently kissing me on the cheek. I thought I would faint. My knees weakened and I nearly lost it but thankfully, the back of the couch was within reach and I stabilized myself. She came around to my front saying,"You know, I wanted to touch you from the moment I saw you," she said as she brushed both hands against my heaving chest as I gasped for air. Grabbing my nipples, she began to squeeze each one. Harder and harder. My face was flush. The pain actually felt good because it relieved me of the numbness from the shock. Still I couldn't move. No woman had ever touched me. I didn't know how to respond. "Well, I'd love to stop and play with you. But I have shopping to do and errands to run," she said with enthusiasm. "Do come back though, promise?" I must have nodded because she said "Good. See you soon," and she turned and walked away. "So you met mom," he said. " She's not your typical mom," he quipped with a loud laugh. "She really liked your tits," continuing his laughter. "And once again, you liked showing your slutty self. Naked, cum stained. What a cunt you are," brushing my hair out of my face. "Here, sit down while I develop these latest pics." "I..I..have to go," I stammered as panic took over. Naked in a strangers basement, what is happening to me? Panicked, I ran out of the house, across the yard and back home. Breathless, now in the safety of my own home, I tried to collect my thoughts. The phone rang, mindlessly, I picked it up, only to hear his voice, "You are quite rude. You should have said good by. Step in front of the window. Do it. Don't make me come over...that's it... Rub yourself... Come on, be the slut that you love to be," he coaxed. Was I in a trance? Slowly, rythmically, I fingered myself. Dripping wet, I gently played with myself in front of the window. "See how awesome you are? Naked, finger fucking yourself in the picture window. Make yourself cum, slut...give me another great shot. Has your cunt ever been wetter?" he asked. "No...never," I muttered pathetically as my orgasm shattered the silence. After a moment he said,"I will punish your rudeness. But for now, I have to go." Click. Dialtone. I don't know how long I stood there. Did I sit or pass out? Hours later I woke up on the floor. I must have just given up. Was it a dream? Wow. I felt like a stranger in my own body. I showered, dressed and left the house. I was dazed and confused but I knew that I couldn't just sit. After driving a bit I found myself at the mall. Time had no meaning. I browsed a few shops but things were different. The air seemed still. There seemed to be no noise. Every person I passed made eye contact. Some smiled, some smerked, some seemed disgusted. I felt like a stranger in a very strange land. "There she is. The neighborhood slut!" Oh, no. It's her! I recognized the voice of Brian's mom, immediately. "Funny seeing you twice in the same day," she said with a huge smile. "And still pointing those wonderful titties at everyone," she said once again grabbing my nipples and giving a firm squeeze. Now I know why people were looking at me. In my confusion, I neglected to put on a bra. What a loser I am. I've lost my mind. "Normally...I wear a bra," I said sheepishly, really pathetically. "Well let's get you one. They're right over here," she said grabbing my arm and guiding to the lingerie department. "You're really not much of a dresser," she offered condescendingly. "I'm glad I'm here to help you. You really need it," making me feel quite incompetent and embarrassed. We walked directly into the dressing rooms. Opening the curtain she said, "Go in here and take off your clothes while I pick you out something nice. Go," she commanded with authority. I heard her singing a song to herself as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. She is a happy person, I'll give her that. Very much in control of herself. I liked her and liked being around her even though I felt very intimidated by her and even though I don;t understand what's come over me. Wierd. The curtain opened, "Naked. Get moving," sternly, but still with a comforting smile. I did as instructed. She broke into laughter, "Oh my, no bra and no panites - you are a committed slut," she exclaimed. "I like your style, girl." She turned and walked away leaving the curtain open about a foot. "Don't move. I'll be right back with a few things." Naked, I stood there. Shocked. Excited, I could feel my wetness. Slowly I rubbed my legs together. I must be addicted to sex is all I could think...I noticed a few women shoppers staring at me. I wondered what they were thinking? I just looked at them and smiled. My nipples hardened with each passing glance. "Here you go," my new friend said handing me a bra, "Don't you love shopping?" She said playfully. I was unfamiliar with the material. It seemed to be see-through yet somewhat expandable. It was a beautiful shade of pink. A great color for me. While I was adjusting it, I noticed her cutting my top with a scissors. Then cuting my shorts. What is she doing? She then handed me the skimpiest of thongs, also that wonderful, sheer and pink to match. "What a great slut you are," she said with admiration. "Perfect fit. Turn...yes, you are delightful." Her approval made me blush as i put my now altered clothes back on. My top was now sleeveless and mid-drift baring my abs. My shorts were now Daisy Dukes with multiple holes cut into them. I looked in the mirror, not quite knowing what to think, do or say. "You'll need shoes. Come on," gently pulling me to the register where I paid who knows how much for the undies. Over to the shoe department next where a nice looking young black man waited attentively on us. She picked out some lace-up platform shoes for me, something I would never have bought for myself. After directing the young man on the proper tying technique and making me walk around for a few minutes she said, "Now all you need is some cum all over your face and you will be perfect. Interested?" she suggested to our clerk with a wink and a smile. "Yes maam," he said showing all of his teeth. "Well get to it girl," she commanded, guiding us back to the stockroom. Such high heels are difficult to walk in. Platform shoes are impossible to kneel down in. Awkwardly, I tried to find a position as she set up the scene as she wanted. When his cock appeared before my face, I knew that I wanted to suck it. And suck I did. It was about the same size as my husband's so I had no trouble taking most of it into my mouth. Never having an audience before I tried to make it juicy and noisy - sucking cock is really fun! When he shot his load all over my face, she clapped gleefully. "How fun this is," she exclaimed. "You bitches are crazy," he said laughing. "Crazy white women!" "Don't wipe it off! No the point was to get you some cum stains. Every slut needs cum stains," she said walking me out to the concourse. The humiliation I felt as I was paraded through the mall can only be compared to the intensity of excitement that I felt. People stared. People blushed. People looked the other way, but everyone and I mean everyone noticed the cum dripping from my face. My nameless friend was so happy she was giddy. Softly singing songs to herself we walked to the food court. "Let's have some coffee," she said pointing me to a seat. I sat and stared at her. She was stunningly beautiful and very confident. She smiled at everyone and commanded a great presence. At the same time, I felt like I was hers, or was I Brian's? I'm so excited, so obsessed by sex that clearly, I am not thinking clearly. But she is awesome! My admiring glances were cut short by the clerk from the shoe store and a few of his gang-ganger looking buddies. "Here are those crazy bitches I told you about," he said emphatically. "Look at all that nasty on her face and in her hair!" He told them? Already? Oh, no! I had to suck the dick of a big talker! Humiliation is an understatement. Remorse overcame me. Immediately, I turned beat red. All I could do was look down. I wanted to run but couldn't move. All I could think of was, what the heck will happen next? Their laughing and taunting was incessant. I could feel their words bounce off me - like a prize fighter taking hits in the ring... "Here's your coffee, sweetie," she said with amazing calm upon returning to our table. Looking at my tormentors she offered, "They just want to see your boobs, Why not show them your new bra? Just lift your top." Is she kidding? Right here in the food court? Had I lost my mind? What was happening to me? Mom's Home Alone Ch. 03 Fear. Panic. Numbness. Did I feel anything? "Show us those titties, girl," they taunted. "Let's see what you got!" the smaller one in the baggy football jersey said with a huge smile. "My boys want some and we know you want to give it so let's get moving," the clerk said with confidence. "Oh, such false modesty for a slut with cum dripping from her face," laughed Brian's mom as she reached over and lifted the front of my crop-top. "What kind of slut where's a bra?" asked the tall one with the shaved head. "This 'ho needs some work." "Yes, she does," she said nodding in agreement. "Hold up your top." Using both hands, I kept my top up in front of my face. Frozen in the moment, I could only do what I was told. Thinking and feeling were well beyond my current capabilities. Approaching the table from the left was a small group of teenagers - Oh my god, no! I recognized the tall blonde as Ashley, a friend of my daughter's. Gripped by panic I bowed a bit and shook my head violently, encouraging my cum-stained hair to somewhat cover my face. Keeping my top up, I was at least for the moment, anonymous. Giggling, the kids approached and joined my audience. "She looks good enough to eat," said one of the guys. "Yeah, better than this sundae," added a female voice. I couldn't dare look to identify. Tingling with excitement, I was lost in my predicament. Brian's mom took control. "A sundae, huh?" Dropping a scoop of ice cream into my bra, "This will do just fine," as she added a cherry to the scoop in my cleavage. The laughter was deafening from the group. I don't know where I found the strength to keep my face covered but I did. Peaking down through the neckline I could see the marbled ice cream and cherry tucked in my bra - oh, it was so cold! "Brian needs to see this," as she clicked the camera on her cell phone. "Hold still." Click, click. It sounded like a few of them were snapping pictures. "Stand up," was the command. I obeyed. One by one they took turns eating the ice cream. The excitement was overwhelming. All of this people, licking my chest...my nipples felt like they would burst through the bra! The dampness between my legs was certainly running down my leg. Their taunting and name calling, "Bitch, ho', slut, cunt," lit me up! Humiliated and bursting with excitement, I was the live sundae in the food court! For a brief moment, I let the t-shirt drop a bit and my eyes locked on Ashley. Did she recognize me? Her eyes revealed a coolness, a detachment but did not tip her recognition one way or the other. Quickly I covered my face. "Break it up over here," commanded the latest arrival. Whew! This mall does have security. "Back to school you kids. Shows over. Everyone, move on!" said the man in blue. Everyone scattered. In a daze, I headed for the exit. Will the cop just let me walk away? Thankfully, yes! Out into the parking lot, the sun hit me like a ton of bricks. After all of the events of the day, as I composed myself, my only concern was where I parked. Where is my car? I smiled, enjoying the irony of the moment. Images of the day dominated my thoughts - sucking cocks, cumming on my face, flashing shoppers in the dressing room, ice cream titties, how different was today? My thoughts were interrupted by my cell phone. Panic disturbed me as I recognized the number as my husband's. Should I even answer? "Hello," I mumbled, mustering all of the normalcy available. Enthusiastically, he told me about his goings on. He and my daughter had left me alone to visit colleges for a few days. He asked if I minded if they extended their trip a day or two. "No, I'm fine. Enjoy yourselves," I offered supportively. It's a good thing that he is a talker and not a listener because I don't think I could have carried my side of a conversation at that point. "OK. Thanks. Love ya', bye!" he said as dialtone took over my ear. After a few more minutes of wandering I found my car and headed home. I love my husband and felt guilty about my day. I knew that I was out of control but why did it feel so good? So natural? I must have driven home okay, but have no memory of the drive. Somehow, I made it back to my kitchen. "Hey, I want to show you my book. It's done," I turned to see Brian walking through the door. The sight of his curly hair made me smile. "23 pages of you, it is awesome!" he said with great confidence, reverently placing the now bound book on my table. "Too bad I didn't have the ice cream shot from mom's phone in time," he added with a huge smile and laugh. "Did you get enough attention, today?" he asked sarcastically. Firmly grabbing my hand, he guided me into a chair and slowly turned the pages of his prized book for me. The picures that I saw on his wall have now been organized, artfully I must add, into a pictorial essay. "Soccer Mom," read the title. Annotated text commented throughout about the myriad of duties and activities driving my day. He is talented. It was obvious. The last few pages revealed my most important tasks and my highest skills, in his mind, "Sex Goddess," he stated with a smile. The back cover was the "money shot," he explained. The picture of my face covered with his jism. "Won't this get you arrested?" I asked. "No, it will get me an 'A', I'm certain." Zip...hearing a familiar sound I turned my head and was greated by his growing penis. "Hear, take care of this. Every good slut needs to suck a cock before dinner," he chuckled to himself. He shot his load all over my face, again and I dutifully licked him clean. Turning to leave he said, "What a great slut you are, huh? Fucking, sucking and licking your day away, what a cunt!" His words moved my hands into action. I dug into my own pussy with such a vengeance that I had never known. "Look at you," he exclaimed. "Just can't get enough," closing the door behind him. Mom's Home Alone Ch. 04 Chapter 4: The Last Day Ever look into your closet and see nothing? I woke at dawn, having slept since before dinner. Yesterday was quite a day!! Naked, I slowly crept into the shower. The steam opened my pores and let all the guilt of the past few days escape. Now, leaning against the closet door my mind was empty, my body relaxed and not one piece of clothing in my closet fit my mood. Hmmmm...I wandered the house rather aimlessly occasionally peaking out a window as the neighborhood awakened. Newspapers dropped on the driveway aprons, a jogger huffing and puffing, sun sparkling the dew, it seems like a beautiful day. Stopping in front of my daughter's pink room, I began to gain a clear sensation. I felt young and carefree...relaxed and yet excited, quite tingly, actually...like a used to feel as a young girl. Playful and happy!! Still naked, I sauntered around to the frilly curtains and opened the window to breath in the cool morning air. My nipples hardened while goose bumps formed on my legs and arms. In the corner of my eye I saw some clothes balled up. Instead of tossing them in the hamper, I smoothed them out on the bed. Lavender short-shorts, with a matching mid-drift spaghetti strap top and the cutest little pink cotton thong!! Do I dare? Obviously, the outfit of a young girl, would it even fit? I laughed out loud and thought, yes, this suits my mood perfectly! The thong was so tight that I felt every inch of it's touch. The shorts and top were 100% cotton and not a very high grade! Both pieces stretched to their max around my adult, feminine curves. Rubbing my hands over my ass I was chilled by the sensation of my ass hanging out of the bottom!! Oh, deliciously naughty - yet innocent and playful!! Walking over to the mirror, I took stock of myself. Not bad! Nipples hardened and obvious through the fabric, my butt crack clearly visible in the shorts, that soft skin at the connection of leg and ass, exposed and inviting. A devious grin confirmed the obvious - I looked obscene! And once again, I laughed out loud! How to best accentuate this outfit? I grabbed a brush and started working on my hair. Too excited to be fancy...Pig tails? Yes! I quickly found two lavender ribbons in the top drawer and tied off my prizes. I haven't worn pig tails in twenty years. How fun was this!! I felt young and I looked young - blessed with very good skin that I cared for religiously. I dabbed a touch of make-up put on some frilly white anklets, tied up some simple tennis shoes, grabbed some sunglasses and exited the front door. The walk felt great! I was daydreaming all of the wonderful memories of a young girl. My first kiss, my first dance, my first prom, how wonderful I felt! I can't remember the last time I walked without a bra. Breasts jiggling and bouncing, I just couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Here comes a jogger...the look of disgust in her eyes as she approached, "Young lady, your mother let you out like that! Go home and get dressed!" She screamed slowing to take a good look I notice. "HA! I must be quite a sight!" I chuckled to myself. A car slows down, "Are you new in the neighborhood," asks the driver, a young man probably still in high school. Shocked, the comment took a moment to register. Did he mean me? Do I REALLY look that young? A rush of excitement took me over. I thought that I had wet myself!! "Yes," I said sheepishly. "We just moved in," barely able to contain myself within the lie. "See you around," he said smiling as he drove off. This will be a special day. My new look was gaining me the most awesome attention! As I came around the corner and upon an easement between neighborhoods I accidentally joined a group of teenage boys. I forced myself to make eye contact with each of them. My biggest smile invited their conversation. We chatted and walked for a few minutes. They were on their way to play baseball carrying their mitts, balls and bats. They actually thought that I was a new girl who would be starting school with them in the fall. What a hoot!! I couldn't believe that they thought I was so young! My excitement and enthusiasm could not be contained. They couldn't take their eyes off my protruding nipples! How awesome was this? In a moment of pure genius i said, "I'm a pretty good baseball player. Can I be on your team today?" The predictable chorus of stereotypical comments ensued. It was quite funny. I said, "Of course I throw like a girl, I am girl!" And we all laughed. I pulled a mitt from one of their hands and ran over to the other side of the road and motioned for them to throw me a ball. Certainly, they were all mesmerized by my bouncing boobs. When I caught the ball, they seemed disappointed, like they really just wanted me to bend over - Ha! The big one, later I learned his name to be Eddie spoke, "We had tryouts and practices. You can't just walk-on our team." I frowned but remained silent hoping for someone else to speak up. The little chubby guy with the cutest dimples did, "Eddie, why don't we accept her on a trial. A trial that gives her a spanking every time that she makes a mistake!" A chorus of laughter sprung up. "Yea, great idea," they chimed in. "Awesome, let's do it!" Another shouted. I turned beet red. Shocked, I was speechless. It seemed innocent and harmless though so I kept walking along. "OK, said Eddie a spanking for every error and a bare butt spanking for every strikeout!" "I won't strike out," I said trying to muster as much bravado as I could but not knowing why. Whack! My ass was stung by Eddie. My new teammates were laughing so hard that some were now on the ground. "I just wanted to see if you could take it." I just smiled at him and rubbed my stinging butt. The pre-game warmup was uneventful and my baseball skills seemed to be reasonably intact. Predictably, I was given right field to roam during the first inning. The other team had a field day with their comments and there was a lot of laughter at my expense - the lavender lovely they called me. How cute! The first fly ball my way was an easy one that I only juggled a little bit before securing. Since it was the 3rd out, I ran in to the bench beaming. "Nice catch," said a few and one patted my butt while offering congratulations. That touch did not go unnoticed and before I reached the bench 5-6 more butt pats were added along with a few giggles. I loved the attention! The morning sun in combination with the exercise caused me to perspire a bit. Thankfully, a nearby water fountain kept us hydrated and I couldn't help but notice a line form behind me each time I bent over the fountain. The second inning was not as kind as a hard hit line drive turned into a ground ball between my legs. While running to retrieve my error the wall of negativity rose around me. The centerfielder got to the ball before me and after hitting the relay man turned and said, "Asshole! Get in the game!" Well, I wanted to die and in fact my eyes teared up. I felt 14 again and out of control. I tried to concentrate as best I could and thankfully, nothing was hit my way. Back at the bench Eddie said, "Bend over and grab your ankles!" Dead silence took over as all eyes focused on me. I straightened my legs and bent over, hugging my calves. A cool breeze reminded me that my butt was hanging out of the bottom of my shirts. The only protection was flimsy cotton and goose bumps. "Whack! Whack!" One by one each player passed by and cracked my rear end. I tried not to cry because I remember my older brother telling me that, "There's no crying in baseball!" But tears, indeed, welled up. The other team just stared not quite knowing what to do. When the sultans of swat finished I just rubbed my butt and enjoyed the energy that took over the field. All eyes on me. I couldn't conceal my smile. The pain gave way to a nice warm feeling. A feeling that I remember. The boys all staring at me, all knowing what they want, but each unable to make the first move. I giggled out loud while my mind turned to pleasant mush! Things began to blur as the events wound together. My first at bat was a ground out. Respectable. My second was a two-strike fly out. Not bad. With a few more fielding chances handled appropriately, I was holding my own. However, the memory of the excitement of the spanking caused a few beads of sweat to roll down my back and a daydream to take over and I never did see that fly ball until it was too late. Back at the bench, I just dropped my loaner mitt and bent over. Once again, they filed past swatting and talking. A few took the liberty of a little rub before and after as they felt a bit more confident in my passive response. In fact, Gino, the chubby one offered that between innings they should be allowed to rub my ass anytime they want - just for good luck. "Anything for the team," I said, which turned a few heads. At bat, the inevitable strikeout occurred. Head down, shoulders slumped, I approached the bench. Nothing is worse than striking out with men on base! I dropped my bat, helmet and then my drawers. I guess they had never seen a thong before because there was complete silence. The anticipation was accentuated by the nervous energy. My nipples had never been harder or longer. I was having trouble breathing. It took a few minutes for the line to pass on this one. Each boy copped a feel. Each one rubbed then slapped, not once but multiple times. I'm sure that my pussy was leaking. I orgasmed twice. I'm not certain that they even knew. When they finished I saw the wet spot on my shorts. No hiding that! "C'mon, last inning. Let's get our there!" Cheered Eddie. One by one, they gave me a hug and we finished up the game. We lost by a run but I felt great! I think the boys caught my enthusiasm because no one seemed too dejected. "Let's go jump in the pool," suggested Al, a tall, lanky 3rd baseman. No one objected so we walked to the other side of the park, pushing and shoving and grab-assing and just jumped into the pool with our clothes on. That was great fun with my new friends. We wrestled in the water and threw stuff at each other and generally, acted like kids. Of course, the cotton outfit was never made for water so I took obscenity to a new level! The boys really couldn't keep their hands off me and I was encouraging their attention. I felt more than one lump as I "accidentally" brushed against their shorts. I'm not sure when I lost my top, but it was gone! The boys played keep away with it and then wrestled off my bottoms. This was way too fun! But when I saw a mom with young children approaching I begged for the return of my clothing. Eddie told me to go hide in the men's room and that he would retrieve the items for me. The cement floor was cold and the absence of direct sun was chilling in the men's room. The unmistakable smell of urine created a slutty air as I looked into the mirror. What a sight! Pig tails, now wet and slimy from the pool, sunburn beginning to sprout. I can't ever remember being as horny as that moment. When the door opened, I turned to see Eddie and a few others. "Do you have my outfit?" I asked, really hoping the answer was no. "We think you have to earn it back. You know, you cost us the game today," he said quite matter-of-factly. "We think you want to hang out with us some more and in order to do that, you should suck our dicks." I couldn't believe my good fortune! How awesome is this? "Anything for the team," I said with a wink and a smile...