0 comments/ 10619 views/ 0 favorites Baseball Fan By: sassylassy82 The sun is out today. It's warm and there's a slight breeze in the air. I've been fucking you now for nearly a year and this is the first time we've ever gone out anywhere in public together without the intention of fucking. We're sitting in the nosebleed section of the baseball stadium. It's the 6th inning and your team is down by 2 runs. Lots of time to come back you tell me. I'm dreadfully bored. I wouldn't be sitting here torturing myself through this experience for any other person. I believe you when you tell me there's plenty of time left. The game is dragging by. I try to pass the time people watching but we're not exactly surrounded by hoards of people where you've sat us. In fact, the nearest people are six rows down from us, to our left. You told me we'd have a better chance of catching a ball if we were singled out. That would be true if we didn't have to watch the players from the jumbo-tron. I have a secret suspicion that we're really in these seats because they were cheapest. All the same, it doesn't matter. What matters is I'm here with you. You look adorable in your baseball jersey and your cap, I have to admit. And you're wearing my favourite pair of jeans so that doesn't hurt. On the way in you bought me one of those silly foam fingers and we stocked up on all sorts of food at the concession stands too. You suddenly stand up in outrage, screaming obscenities at the umpire (as though he could hear you from here) as one of your players slides into home and is called out. How you can tell from here that the ump made a bad decision, I'll never know. Maybe you're just defending your team regardless of their actions. It must be a guy thing. Either way, it works out to my benefit because when you stand up I get a nice view of your rock hard ass in those jeans. And I could be wrong but I think if I look closely enough from the right angle, I can see your balls moving around too. I wait patiently for you to calm down and sit back in your seat. I'm laughing at you a little as you frustratingly toss your cap on the seat next to you, still muttering. You catch my gaze and huff out a resigned sigh, squeezing my knee and giving me a tight smile. I beam back in your direction and watch you struggle not to laugh with me. You break and look the other way, covering your mouth with a fist, as though that conceals it. I take in your handsome profile, skimming my gaze all the way down your body. You really do look cute. I linger on your lap, imagining what lies beneath those jeans. I bite my lip contemplating it. You've settled back in and once again, you're intent on the game but now I'm intent on you. I know we were supposed to be on a real date today but I'm starting to feel the familiar tug of desire. We've never fooled around out the the broad daylight, in public before. I wonder if the thought has crossed your mind. I turn back to the game trying to forget about it but every time you shift in your seat my peripheral vision catches the movement and I'm finding it hard to concentrate on anything else. I might have stood a fighting chance if I gave any care to whether or not the guys in red and white beat our guys out, but I just don't. In fact, I'm not even sure what's going on and that makes you way more interesting. I understand a lot about you. I decide to test the waters. I nonchalantly reach across you pretending I want Crackerjacks. I do it smoothly enough, only brushing you with my shoulder but then I fumble them and the box falls to the floor. They've landed by your right foot, but almost under the seat; perfect aim. Before you can tear yourself away from the game and retrieve them for me, I spring into action. Bracing myself with one hand on your left knee, I reach down between your legs to pick up the wayward candy. I take care to let my elbow brush your crotch as it passes. On the way back up, I reverse the motion with a little more force, and I can tell you've straightened up just a little. I can feel you looking at me too. Just before my arm breaks contact with the denim, I hear you breathe one breath just a little deeper. Smiling I shake the Crackerjacks box, "rescued!" You're looking at me funny. "What," I ask, the picture of innocence. You shake your head, "nothing, I just thought for a second..."your voice trails off. "You thought," I repeat back in another question, letting it trail off. "Nothing," you repeat, "not important." I open the Crackerjacks and pop one in my mouth, turning back to the game. I feel sly. I know you must be thinking about a little more than just baseball today if it was that easy to affect you. I wait a few minutes and then casually lean over and put my head on your shoulder. Out of habit you slouch down a little toward me, allowing for comfort. I link my right arm around your left and place my right hand on your thigh. I love the feeling of your muscular thighs under my palm. Slowly I edge my fingers further and further to the inside of your leg. I turn toward you and tilt my head into your neck, just below your ear. I'm hardly breathing as I lightly kiss your neck, just once. I hear your stilted intake of air. My fingers are still creeping their way toward your crotch. Without moving you ask, "what are you doing?" followed by, "we're here to watch the game." I know you're not really annoyed that much because when I glance down I can already tell you're getting hard. "I know," I say sweetly, "you watch the game all you want, I just want to play a little game too." By now I have found my way to the sweet inner sanctum of your legs. You have a wonderful cock and today it's resting in the perfect spot, running down along your inner left thigh. I rub it lightly through the fabric of your jeans and watch it start to expand before my eyes. Fully erect, you have one of the most beautiful cocks I've ever experienced. It's just a little more than average length but thick in girth, with only a slight upward curve and a lovely mushroom cap. The first time I ever took it in my mouth I had a hard time stretching my lips around it. For a few moments you indulge me but before too long, you tell me I need to behave myself and gently nudge me away, except you can't quite keep the corners of your mouth from turning upwards. I ignore your pretend discouragement but sit back in my seat, using my right hand now to stroke from the seam of your crotch across the entire length of your cock. It's no longer in my view but as I run my palm back and forth over the top of it I close my eyes and imagine it getting more and more excited as you do. It's quite hard under my hand now and easily defined. I imagine the silhouette it is creating under your pants right now; the dip between the shaft and your balls, the ridge under the cap and the soft peak of the tip before the smoothness of your thigh. I glance down so I can see it. I can't help but rub a little harder and a little quicker as I do so. I never really realized before what a turn on it was to see you fully clothed and turned on, even more so while I'm stroking you. I bite back another grin, breathing a little deeper myself. I can feel my own panties starting to dampen as my vagina tightens. I look into your face, still in profile and see that you are no longer watching the game. Your eyes are shut. I reach across with my free left hand and take your right hand in it. Without losing pace I place your hand at the base of your cock and motion you to start with me. You easily join and I remove my own hands. I want to watch you stroking yourself over top of your jeans, and the cotton boxers I know you're wearing. I'm nearly drooling at the sight of the bulge beneath your pants now. I've started rocking in my seat, pushing my hips forward and clenching my ass together, letting my pussy get a little stimulation from the movement. I refuse to touch myself, I don't want any distractions from your show. You are now moaning and grunting just a little under your breath. Your thumb and fingers expertly running up and down your length, no longer just rubbing the top of your cock but now jerking off. A small spot of pre-cum appears half-way down your thigh where the head of your penis lies as you pull upward. I've never seen anything quite as sexy before. I want more. But then suddenly you stop. You take a deep breath in through your nose, licking your lips. You wipe the palms of your hands (sweaty I guess)on either one of your knees. "I can't keep this up Babe," you say, looking at me, "I'll cum if I do." "What's wrong with that," I ask, a little pout in my voice. "You want me to whip it out right here for you?" You have a sarcastic edge to your voice. "No, I suppose not," I shrug, sitting back. I don't plan to give up but I can wait a minute, until I think up a plan. The heat between my own legs is almost uncomfortable now. I can't help but discreetly run a fingertip along my own denim inseam. It's damp. Without giving it much thought, I sniff the musty aroma after. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you watching me. I turn toward you, a soft smile on my face. You lower your gaze back toward your cock. Suddenly I don't need a plan, I've inadvertently changed your mind. I can see your cock pulsing now. You reach down to undo your belt, or maybe your zipper, but I stop you. Without a single word, I press my fingertip into the wet spot your pre-cum left and lift it to my lips. Then I begin stroking you through your jeans again. You seem a little confused but in too much pleasure to argue you lean back and let me have my way. You likely think I'll free you from your confines soon enough. You're very wrong. I increase my pressure and speed simultaneously. Your hips have begun to rock now too and your jaw twitches with increased pleasure. I lean forward for a better angle and grip your balls, squeezing them gently and rolling them in my grasp. You let out a very audible grunt as I do so. In my excitement, I push further. I have to switch seats to the far side of you so I can undo your fly and reach inside your pants. My fingers are met with the soft, warm fabric of your cotton boxers. They feel a little damp with heat. Now I can watch as my whole hand grasps your cock from beneath the confines of your jeans and continues jerking you off. My fist pumps away and every so often I pull back on the stroke, rubbing the head of your cock against your jeans and pulling the cotton fabric tight over top. It's melodic to hear your groan of pleasure each time. My pussy is pulsating with excitement now. I have to cross my legs just to keep in check. The rest of the ballpark and the game itself have become background music. Another spot of pre-cum works it's way through the denim. I lick my lips. Then your hand is on my wrist, and you're begging me to stop and pull you from your entrapment. You want me to suck you off. Normally I would love to put your rock-hard, juicy cock in my waiting mouth but today feels different. For some reason I have a desperate need to see you shoot your load right here in the stands, in your pants. I want to push you until you can take no more and watch your cum shoot out through the fabric of your boxers and seep its way down your pant leg. I've never felt an urge like this before but the desire for it is unmistakeable and overwhelming. "I can't suck you today, Babe," I say, somewhat breathless, "I want to watch it." "Okay," you sound a little desperate yourself, "okay! Just pull it out and you can see all of it. I'm going to cum just for you...God Babe, I'm going to cum!" I bite my lip harder. If I wasn't so incredibly turned on at the thought of seeing that giant wet spot on your leg, I'd follow your request but something in me just can't obey. I ignore your pleading. "Do you like how the fabric feels?" I ask. "Is it good?" "Oh God, it's fucking awesome," you breath, squeezing your eyes shut tight, wincing against the urge to let go. "How good is it?" I ask, prodding you. "It's the best damn thing I've ever felt," you pant, "I can't tell you. It feels so good with you jerking me off." "Good," I try to sound reassuring, "because I'm not going to pull it out Babe." I watch your reaction. You're right on the brink now. Your grasping the arm of your seat with one hand, your other clutching the middle of your shirt. Your hips are now squirming wildly in your chair and your head is leaned right back but a look of panic crosses your face as you hear my words. You can hardly look in my direction but in between breaths you open your eyes and glance toward me. "What are you talking about? I need you to pull it out. I'm going to cum!" You're struggling to keep your voice low. Even as you say the words, you're reaching for your belt. I use my free hand to stop you, placing it over top of the one working on your belt. You keep working for a moment but you're so close to orgasm now that it's difficult for you to concentrate and you give up without a fight. "shh," I murmur, "isn't that cotton nice? I can tell you have a big load in there for me." "I do," you grunt. "I want to see it Babe," I say, "I want to watch you soak those jeans in cum for me." I'm now stroking you with my right hand and simultaneously rubbing my own crotch lightly with my left. I've never been more grateful to be in the nose bleed section. I continue rubbing your shaft, sliding your cotton boxers up and down. I can feel the heat from the friction and use my free hand to gently pull down on your balls again from outside your jeans. You grunt again. I can tell your close, I can feel the veins of your cock pulsing beneath my fingers and the skin is so tight now. I stroke as fast and hard as I can, listening for your reactions. Your breathing is increasing. You can't sit still at all anymore. With one final stroke, I pull down again on your balls and stroke forward, pressing the head of your cock tightly into the cotton of your boxers, and consequently also into the stiffer fabric of your jeans. That is all it takes. In a wild eruption you lurch forward, your cum shooting out, not just soaking through your boxers and jeans but bursting through before weeping into a dark circle. I stroke gently while you empty your load right into your pants. I can feel my own juices dripping slightly down my inner thigh. I've never been so turned on in my life. You cum in three large spurts. Both an impressive and obvious amount. When I have finished milking it from you I slowly remove my hand. You are breathless when you lean back. Your legs are spread and you turn your face lazily toward me. I wait for you to say something but words are still beyond you. I have the urge to celebrate what you've done, so I lean forward, sticking my fingers in the wettest spot, right where your semen first appeared, and where it maintains it's thick, creamy white. I scoop the blob up with two fingers and place them in my mouth. Your gaze travels to where they were on your jeans. You look satisfied as you feel the wetness with your own fingers. Your face lulls back towards mine. I smile, I can't help it. The loudspeaker blares music as the innings change over. Somehow the 6th inning seemed to fly by. "You were right," I giggle. "Hmm?" "It was easier to catch balls up here," I laugh. Baseball: First Inning The amateur theater group I belonged to was asked to give a performance at a community center over on the coast a couple of hours away from the city we live in. The center didn't have a lot of money to pay for our performance but added the offer of a beach house for us to stay in which was enough of an enticement to get us to make the drive. The six of us spent the first night together in the house which had a great location right on the beach. It had been a busy day driving over, getting the space ready for our performance then doing the show and we all hit the sack pretty early. The house was large enough to accommodate all of us as two rooms had two single beds and the master bedroom with its king sized bed was given over to the only married couple in our troupe who were good naturedly ribbed by the rest of us to keep their "marital antics" quiet. Besides the man and wife in the master bedroom, I was the only other guy in the group and was also the youngest at 27 years of age. The married couple were only a few years older than me but the other three women were mature single ladies. Now the logistics would assume that two of the women would be in one bedroom and me and the other lady would occupy the third and while that might have made a good tale to write about that is not the way it happened. I did the honorable thing and took the couch not that I didn't get my share of ribald jokes thrown at me for missing out on a great opportunity or offers intended to make me blush, which I did. Actors are inherently exhibitionists and being in a small theater troupe meant we performed at a lot of venues lacking adequate space for things like dressing rooms. It also means we frequently took on multiple roles which means multiple costume changes. It was very common for us to all be doing costume changes in hallways or other unlikely spaces during a show. We had become very comfortable with each other and our near nudity the close proximity forced upon us. But that didn't mean I never snuck a peek whenever the opportunity arose. I am sure I was peeked at more than casually by the ladies in our troupe as well during those brief moments of undress. As it turned out the married couple had to get back to town after our second and final performance leaving me and the three ladies on our own. We had made use of our down time earlier that day to buy some snacks and a few bottles of wine for our "wrap" party. Our final bows over, we wrapped up the performance area and retired to our house by the sea as the small town had practically no night life other than performances by vagabond groups like us. We were feeling pretty good after our show and uncorked some bottles of wine, kicked on the gas fireplace and flopped on the comfy chairs arranged in front of the fire: drinking, eating and chatting away. I should take a moment and describe my companions. Karen was the oldest, I didn't know exactly how old but I would guess late 50's or early 60's. She had let her short hair go grey which I much preferred over the dyed hair some women use to deny their age. Karen was also the leader or director of our group and while she kept us in line for rehearsals and performances she was very fun to be around. She had a slender athletic frame with b-cup breasts perfect for her body. Maybe I have a mommy fetish or something but Karen did things for me that made me very attracted to her. Sylvia was a dark-haired Latina with an ample bust, by that I mean nice big round melons that stuck out beautifully and she usually displayed her deep cleavage proudly. Sylvia has caught me staring at her breasts on many occasions and she would just smile, one time I was just staring at her titties for a lot longer than I thought before realizing I was busted. Sylvia then blew my mind by pulling her top down briefly exposing the tops of her dark aureoles. I didn't see the nipples but half her acreage was exposed to my popping eyeballs. An instant chubby for me which she noticed and stared at it for a lingering moment before someone entered the room causing her to hastily cover up. There had never been a repeat but I had many fond remembrances of that act when I was alone in the bathroom with a bottle of lotion. The troublemaking troubadour of our group was the lovely Jan. In her forties like Sylvia, Jan was often the flirty one and the leader of the naughty jokes and sexy innuendos. I loved her sensual nature but always wondered if she was as sexually promiscuous as she came off. I think she delighted in teasing me with her jokes and taunting me with touches or "accidentally" brushing her tits against me whenever possible. Jan was maybe 5 foot 2 and had perfectly formed body to go with it too, nice C-cup breasts and a cute bubble butt that fueled many a fantasy for me. And me, I am a couples inches short of six feet tall, I don't work out because I have a job that is pretty physical and keeps my 27 year old body pretty toned. I never had the courage to flirt back or to do anything other than fantasize about the possibilities of getting naked with one of these beauties. I didn't want to spoil a good thing of being around these sexy women. The women were feeling a little frisky that night after a couple of glasses of vino and began teasing me, with comments about me and my harem, or I'd better watch out as they might take me by force. I became the waiter for the group refilling their wine glasses and secretly hoping to get lucky with one of them. As the night progressed we all got a little more happy with the wine, the women began really getting naughty watching me squirm under their teasing. Sylvia went so far as to put her hand between my legs and stroked my inner thigh as I filled her glass, Karen pointedly stared at my manly bulge when I filled her glass and Jan seemed like she couldn't keep from touching me anytime I got near her, so I got near her as often as possible. At one point I cried out in mock terror, "Help, I'm being attacked by wild cougars!" Jan growled like a big cat and followed up with a sexy, pouty "meow." Karen asked with a smile if that would be so bad and Sylvia commented that I am probably a predator with young girls. I went to get another bottle of wine to refill our glasses and Jan made her point by reaching over and squeezing my ass as I passed by and saying she would bet that I have a different young lady every night. I replied while refilling their glasses that it isn't so easy to score with young women. They didn't believe that as they were sure a stud like me was the mighty hunter bagging a trophy all the time. I don't think I'm a stud at all but, I think I'd put myself somewhere on the scale of average, well maybe just a little above average. I think the liquid courage of the wine took hold of me that night and made me throw caution to the wind and get back at them. I thought for a second and said I never felt like a hunter with women but rather as a baseball player. This stopped them for a second and they asked what I meant by that. By now I was a little emboldened by the alcohol and encouraged by their jokes and naughty talk I decided to turn the table on them. I got up and walked slowly around the group to stop behind Karen. "On a date, just like in baseball, you want to score." I began. "With your big bat and balls!" shrieked Jan, laughing at her own joke. "Baseball is more than a good solid piece of wood," I retorted causing the women to roar with laughter. I continued, "There is ritual to it, the warm-up for instance" and I knelt behind Karen and began gently massaging her shoulders. Karen giggled and arched her eyebrows in mock surprise. "One has to prepare for the chance to score, first you loosen up your muscles." I leaned close to Karen's ear as I continued my play of fingers across her neck and shoulders. She played along and relaxed into the massage dropping her head to one side exposing her slender throat. "You have to control your breathing." and I blew gently against her exposed throat making her shiver slightly. "You want to get to first base" and I gently kissed her neck just above her collarbone." and the timing has to be perfect." I continued with a series of soft kisses up her neck towards her ear. "We need to watch more baseball!" exclaimed Sylvia. "Then comes that perfect opportunity, you connect with the ball and send it sailing." I then sucked on her earlobe, " Then make a mad sprint for First Base." at which time I turned Karen's head and kissed her on the lips, She pulled back slightly but I moved in again and pressed more firmly on her lips and she returned the kiss, hesitant at first but when I probed with my tongue, her mouth opened and we went into a soul-searching kiss. I leaned in more and kissed her like a long lost lover: our tongues dueling, mouths clamped together, devouring each other with our passion. For the next eternity we kissed like young lovers on their honeymoon. Holding each other's head, lightly stroking cheeks and chin. Reluctantly I pulled back and kissed her once more, then twice, "Then, you're safe at First." "Yay Batter!" cheered Jan and Sylvia. The room had gone very quiet except for the crashing of the ocean waves. Karen was still stunned by my actions and had a half lidded look to her eyes, a look that suggested she wanted more. I looked over at Sylvia and as usual her ample cleavage was on display under a tank top and I looked longingly at her twin mounds. I got up and moved over to stand behind Sylvia. "But first base isn't the end of the game, I see second base as my next goal. But getting to second is not going to be easy, it is well protected.' I pluck at each strap of her tank top and pull up on the fabric rubbing it up down across her braless breasts, her hand instinctively moving to protect her feminine charms. "Everything is against me for getting to second. there are many obstacles preventing my next move." I then hook my fingers under both her straps and tugged on them causing her breasts to slightly bounce and sway. I move around to her side as Jan and Karen stare at my maneuver wondering what I am going to do next. "I stay on first, planning my next move because to score I have to get to second." I wrap my hand around Rosa's upper arm. "Second is tantalizingly close but I need to lead off, to gain some advantage." at which point I brush Rosa's hair away from her face and plant a soft kiss behind her ear. As my hand travels slowly down her arm the backs of my fingers brush against her full breast as I lick and nibble at her ear and throat. Then I pull her arm away from where it is guarding the exposed tops of her luscious titties. I kiss along her jaw and she turns to look into my eyes and I move in for a kiss. Watching my play on Karen has enflamed her libido and she quickly kisses me back with a passion that surprises both of us. I stroke her arm, the back of my hand grazing under her boobs. She moves her hand to stop me but that only pushes my hand harder against her tit. I kiss her with more intensity, sucking on her tongue and then I place my hand fully on her breast. "He's safe at Second!" cheers Jan pumping her fists in the air.. I knead Sylvia 's breast searching for and finding her hardening nipple through the fabric of her tank top. Sylvia moans into our kiss. I lightly pinch her nipple and her head lolls back and I bury my face in her exposed cleavage, nuzzling and kissing the tops of her breasts. I get up and move back around her with an obscene tent in my shorts that the other women do not fail to notice. I lean over and fill my hands with both of her breasts which she thrusts into my grasp. "Safe on second but I'm only halfway to home, there is still third base." I continue kissing Sylvia goodbye enjoying handfuls of her soft, full breasts as Jan and Karen stare in wonder at my brashness. Reluctantly I leave Sylvia and move over to stand in front of Jan, my hard on lewdly pointed directly at her. "Batter Up! I'd say." exclaims Jan staring at my tented shorts. I hold both of my hands out to her and she smiles, shrugs and takes my hands in hers. I pull her out of her chair to stand before me. "Third is the most critical base, because the pressure is on to stop my progress." I pull Jan close to me. "I need to stay closer to second in order to avoid getting tapped out of the game." I wrap my hands around the small of Jan's back and pull her close grinding my hard cock against her belly. Encouraged by the lack of resistance from the other two women I kiss Jan and to my delight she kisses back. I feel her shift her body rubbing against my rock hard boner. I move my hands down to grasp her ass cheeks pulling her against my urgent cock. Jane grabs my ass in return sealing us together as close as our clothed bodies allow. We grip each others asses and grind lewdly against each other like teenagers in heat. Our kisses fervent as we lash each other with our tongues. Karen and Sylvia are practically drooling watching us get as close to fucking as two fully clothed people could be. I remove one hand from Jan's ass to grasp her breast and maul at it as best as I can with our bodies as tight together as we are. I raise one of her legs which she hooks around me pulling my cock harder against her pubic mound "Third base feels good, really good" I say with a grin as I break off our kiss, " but the home plate beckons me on." and I kiss Jan with renewed passion and pull away from her just enough to reach down and cup her pussy stroking her with my fingers trying to find her hole through the fabric of her shorts. She moans her disappointment as I reluctantly disengage, but the game must be played through! I move back over to Karen who seems pleased and a little nervous at my return. I stop before her and unsnap my shorts and slowly lower my zipper her eyes following my every move. I then lower my hands giving Karen the next move. She hesitantly reaches towards me and timidly strokes my cock through the fabric of my boxers. I feel Jan move in behind me, she presses her breasts to my back and reaches around to rake her finger across my chest. Jan slides her hands down my body and pushes my shorts and underwear to the floor. I lift Karen up from her chair where she has been squirming during my tour around the bases. I give her a hug and kiss her on the lips which I had so recently enjoyed. I softly stroke her back as she strokes my dick causing a bead of pre-cum to form which she spreads all around my cock head. I find the zipper to the summer dress she is wearing and slowly slide it down and soon Karen is standing there fondling my hard on clad only in lacy bra and panties. Jan is busy as well as she pulls my t-shirt off . I feel her moving behind me then I feel the unmistakable softness of her naked breasts rubbing against my back as I slide my hand inside Karen's panties searching for and finding her wet spot. Karen gasps when I plunge one finger up inside her and stroke her from within. She squeezes my stiff shaft and strokes it slowly as she explores my length. Her bra strap has fallen down exposing a pretty pink nipple which I immediately devour worshiping her flesh with lips and tongue. I dig my fingers deeper into Karen's oozing pussy. My pleasure is increased when I realize that Jan's fingers are cupping my balls while I pump my fingers in and out of Karen's moist hole and she is pumping my cock. I look over at Sylvia and she is now rubbing her own titties and stroking her crotch outside her shorts. She looks up at me and I tell her to take them off. Jan tells Sylvia that she might as well; we are all in the game now. I realized that Jan standing behind me is down to her skin as well when I feel her furry bush pressing against my ass and two rock hard nipples are digging deliciously into my back. I now am suckling on one of Karen's breasts, tweaking her other breast with my fingers and working her cunt with my other hand and fingers, strumming her clit with my thumb. I watch Sylvia as she strips off her clothes revealing a most marvelous pair of silver dollar sized areolas and a cleanly shaved pussy. She resumes her position in the chair this time with her knees wide apart so I can watch as she diddles herself and massages her breast. Karen suddenly grabs my bicep and digs her fingers in as I frig her to an explosive orgasm, her body bucking hard against my thrusting fingers. I suck on one of her small pink nipples, and pinch the other as I continue fingering her dripping wet slit while she moans through her orgasm. Her grip on my cock is nearly painful as she bucks against my fingers furiously strumming her love hole. At last her body stops quaking and she exclaims that she is dizzy and I lower her back into her chair to recover. I turned around and pulled the beautiful nude Jan into my embrace, my still erect cock trapped between our writhing bodies. My hands roam all over her firm body caressing as much of her skin as I could reach. Jan's hand worked its way between our bodies seeking and finding my erection. I cup both her ass cheeks and lift her up until I could bury my face in her perfect breasts suckling like a starved child savoring her hard nipples. I slowly lower her down and she guides my cock towards her pussy. The head of my dick feels her wet slit and she slides my cock head back and forth getting it slick with her juices and then I drop her down upon my spear point impaling her as I support her petite body. She shifts against my hips pulling me in deeper and deeper as I thrust back at her getting as much of me inside of her as I can. Jan's head rock back and I suck and nip at her perfect breasts. Jan is tiny and I could easily hold her in this standing position but I was all wound up now and I wanted to fuck. I lower her down a bit until her feet touch the floor and while keeping us joined I lower her to the floor assuming the missionary position. I start slowly fucking her deliciously tight pussy, savoring every lengthy stroke. I started to pick up the pace, much to our mutual enjoyment. Faster and faster I stroke my bat into her home plate enjoying the sight of her full breasts jiggling with my every stroke. Jan locked her feet behind me urging me to go as deep as I could. I was really slamming her when she cries out "OH FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING!" at which point I buried my bone as deep as I could valiantly resisting the urge to cum myself, as I wanted this incredible night to be the one where I satisfied all the fantasies I have had about each of these sexy women. Where I would find the stamina to stay hard for all of this was beyond me at the moment. Jan's orgasm tore through her as she pushed her cunt hard against me and convulsed with the overwhelming feelings of her climax. I began to short stroke her as her orgasm subsided then slowly lengthening strokes until just the head of m dick remained inside her vagina. With great reluctance I pull out and admire the cock shaped hole of her pussy dripping with her juices. Jan's chest heaving as she caught her breath laying there with her legs open exposing her freshly fucked pussy was a sight that will be forever burned into my memory. I now turned to the beautiful Sylvia and her lewdly splayed open legs. I walk on my knees towards her eyeing her dripping cunt like the predator she had earlier accused me of being. With a mock growl I bare my teeth and move into her delicious smelling twat. I flattened my tongue and slowly lick her crotch from her puckered little asshole up through the slippery lips of her bare naked pussy to end at her protruding clit which I trace circles around and around with the tip of my tongue. Sylvia moans her appreciation of the attention I am giving her pussy pulling my mouth hard to her dripping hole. I continue making love to her cunt with my lips, tongue and the occasional nip with my teeth. I reach up with both of my hands and fill them with tit flesh searching out those huge nipples of hers pinching and pulling them, then mashing her breasts together and exploring the generous acreage I had so often dreamed of seeing. Baseball: First Inning I remove one hand from my treasures and slip a finger inside her tight pussy as I continue my oral assault on her pussy. I insert another finger inside her as I pay more attention to her clit and she moans her appreciation and encouragement. Hooking my fingers up I touch her in the secret spot women have and with a guttural moan she let me know I found the right place to touch. I lap and frig Sylvia until her legs started to tremble and then she cries out as she orgasms on my tongue surprising me with a splash of woman cum. I continued plunging my finger in and out and lapping at her soaked cunt as a second orgasm rips through her followed by another shot of female nectar. I slow my tongue action to give her some rest as she gasps for breath, her beautiful breasts rising and falling. I stand up, my raging cock waving wickedly and my balls full of unspent seed. "And that baseball fans, was one hell of a first inning." I said, "Why don't we move this to the master bedroom, I mean the Bull Pen." I extended my hand to Jan and pull her to her feet. Holding Jan's hand I offer Karen my other hand. She takes the offering and I pull her up and beckon to Sylvia to follow us and together we move to the master bedroom with the king sized bed. Baseball Fun Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story. * I love this time of year. Kids started practicing and playing baseball in the spring and then, like now in the middle of August, they have gone through their league schedules, selected their all-star teams and played state and regional tournaments. Little League entrants have been reduced to sixteen teams representing eight regions of the U.S. and eight regions covering the rest of the world. I like to watch kids play organized sports. For one thing, they haven't learned to be as selfish as players who turn professional. They have more enthusiasm for the game and for the accomplishments of their team mates. The games usually go faster, since they don't play as many innings but there may also be more action than in some major league games. Plus you don't have to pay an arm and a leg to get in and have a hot dog. Not long after I graduated from college, I started my own little manufacturing business, producing a series of small household convenience items. They were slow to sell but over time, with a lot of hard work, they became good sellers. I added to the line, took off some bummers, and managed to make a pretty nice living along the way. Then as I was approaching the end of my forties, a Japanese company made an offer to purchase my whole company, including my fifty-three patents. I was shocked at the figure they offered, maybe because there were eight numbers preceded by a dollar sign. After a little negotiating, I took their offer and went into early retirement, spending most of my time on hobbies I'd always wanted to try but never had time. The last few years I have taken the opportunity to attend the Little League World Series. It is not a long drive from my home, although I have found it expedient to rent a hotel room for the week rather than make the long drive daily. I make my suite the center of my activities for the week, pick up a tournament schedule and plan my week's entertainment. On the second day of pool play, I decided to spend the day at Lamade Stadium, which is the newest of two used for the LLWS. I arrived in time for the one o'clock game between a couple of the U.S. teams and thoroughly enjoyed an entertaining 4-3 game. When it was over, a lot of the fans got up and began to make their way out of the stadium. A few thousand, including me, remained to see the next game between the teams from Guam and Russia. While the teams were still warming up, the followers of each team found seats and settled in. The area around me, which was behind the Guam dugout and largely unoccupied, gradually became the camp of the Guam fans, most of them parents and family of the players, of course. Some kids sat to my right and, after a few minutes, a woman took the seat to my left. As the game started, I tried to surreptitiously get a look at the woman. She was big, probably half again as heavy as my 184 pounds and maybe twice my size. She was Polynesian although I didn't know enough to be able to tell what her real background was. She seemed to be very gregarious, talking and joking with people all around me. She was wearing a T-shirt, just like all the other parents, that touted the Guam Little League All-stars, champions of the Trans-Pacific. She was holding a small handmade sign supporting the team. After the top of the first inning, she looked at me and asked, "Are you for that team over there?" pointing to the other dugout. She spoke with a heavy accent that made me pay close attention so I could understand. "No. I'm for both teams. I just love to watch the kids play." "So ... are you from town?" "No, actually I live about a three-hour drive to the west. You must have had a long flight." "Oh, yeah, honey. It was very long. We had to lay over in Los Angeles. Altogether it was nearly 24 hours before we got to our hotel." "Do you have a boy playing?" "Oh, yes. He is number 17 and his name is Manu." She pointed out a strapping young man who was taking the shortstop position on the field. He had just hit the ball well but it had been caught as an out. Tentatively I stuck out a hand and said, "I'm Charlie, by the way. I'm pleased to meet you." She giggled and shook my hand firmly. "Nice to meet 'cha, Chollie. I'm Emma." Just then play resumed on the field and we turned our attention to it. The Russians managed to get two runners on base by a fielding error and a weak infield hit but then the next batter struck out and Manu, the second baseman and first baseman pulled off a double play to get out of the inning with no damage. In the top of the second inning, the first batter for Guam walked, generating some mild jumping and shouting from the Guam fans. The second batter drove a line drive off the left field fence for a long single and the fans were jumping like they had just won the lottery. Mostly out of self-defense, I stood and cheered. When I turned to Emma, she had things in her shirt bouncing from her waist to her chin and I couldn't help but be impressed ... I've always loved big hooters and it was obvious through that T-shirt she was wearing that she had a huge set. We grinned at each other but maybe for different reasons. The next batter struck out and things calmed down. When the next batter grounded into a force out, everyone sat back down and yelled encouragement to the boys. Then the fifth batter lined the ball to the wall in right center field and the runner from second scampered across the plate amid a raucous cacophony of sound from the stands. Once again everyone was on their feet jumping, clapping and cheering. This time when I turned to Emma to see her jugs again bounding freely, she grabbed me in a bear hug and began squeezing. I heard her shouting, "That's our boys!" But I felt her big soft boobs pressing into my chest ... and then I felt my cock began to grow stiff. What th' hell! I put my arms around her and hugged her back. By then the next batter was at the plate and the stands began to quiet down again to watch. I thought there was a little twinkle in Emma's eyes when she let go of me though. The next batter took a mighty swing and topped the ball, causing it to bounce in front of the plate and go sky high. By the time the pitcher was able to field it, the batter was stepping on first base and another runner had crossed the plate. Pandemonium again set in among the Guam fans in the stands. Again Emma hopped up and down and grabbed me around the waist in a tight squeeze that I reciprocated. Only ... I knew she could hardly miss my erection as it pressed into her abdomen. Once again the celebration settled down as the game continued and the next batter made the third out. We settled back into our seats . . . and Emma's hand rested on my left knee. I looked at her with a smile that she returned. "Our boys are playing so well, don't you think?" she asked, her hand sliding a little way up my leg. "Yes, they are," I replied, as I leaned toward her, turning my shoulder slightly as she pressed against my side. Emma's hand took a quick tour up my denim-covered leg, almost touching my engorged cock. I couldn't help but suck in my breath in anticipation of the contact that didn't happen. I looked at her to see if she realized the impact she had on me. Just then, Emma leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Do you like big boobies?" At first I didn't understand because of her accent but then it dawned on me what she had asked. I could only smile and nod my head vigorously. Her hand left my leg and clasped my left hand, turning it palm up. Before it registered on my slow-thinking brain what she was doing, she had pulled her T-shirt out a bit with her left hand and plunged my hand under the shirt, giving me a handful of soft mammary flesh. She was holding her little sign in front of her so that nobody could see where my hand was unless they looked really closely. She put her right-hand back on my knee. Calmly massaging her tit, which sported a hard rubbery nipple as big as the joint of my thumb, I glanced around and realized that nobody was watching what we were doing. As it turned out, the game settled down to a pitchers' duel for the next few innings and nothing disturbed our posture. Occasionally I would glance at Emma or make a comment to her about the game being well-played. She would respond as if everything was normal; nothing in her demeanor would let on that someone was squeezing her tit for the better part of an hour. At the start of the fifth inning, Emma leaned over and whispered in my ear again, "Do you like poo-see?" I had to think carefully to understand that she had just asked me if I liked pussy. I grinned and again nodded enthusiastically. She grinned devilishly and her hand made a quick tour up my leg, this time running the length of my erection and touching my balls before sliding back to my knee. If ever there was an invitation, this was it. I leaned over and asked, "Can I take you to dinner after the game?" Emma displayed a mouthful of teeth . . . and a little bit of tongue, then responded, "I would love to, honey. I have to check with the manager after the game to see what the plan is for the parents but the coaches are usually taking care of the kids and parents are not allowed in the kids' dormitories. It should be okay." The game began to heat up and in both the fifth and sixth inning, everyone was jumping like jacks and several times I got another bear hug from Emma. By then everyone in the area was slapping hands and hugging everyone else in the area and I got included, just as if I was one of the parents. Dads in front of me and two rows back slapped hands with me when their kids made good plays. Two other ladies right behind Emma and me bent over and gave me more of those jumping, crushing hugs, seemingly obliviously to mashing their tits into the chest of a complete stranger. Because of the difference in seat heights, I even got a couple of free feels of some really nice bottoms and neither made any sign that they noticed. By the time the game was over, Guam had won 4-2 and gotten off to a good start in pool play. I moved over near an exit and waited while Emma talked to her son through the fence. Then we followed the team to a spot of grass outside the stadium where the coaches talked to the team and then to the parents about their plans. In fifteen or twenty minutes, Emma rejoined me, saying, "The coaches are taking the team to eat and then they're planning to take them to an arcade for a while, then back to the dormitory for the night. The parents are free to do whatever we want until tomorrow's game." "Good. Then we can take our time and have some fun, right?" "You bet, sailor." She took my arm and then leaned closer and in a soft voice, asked, "Can we go to your place first? I'm really horny." I led Emma to my car and we drove to my hotel, which was the nicest one in the area. She was surprised at the splendor of my suite but she didn't waste much time shucking her clothes. Naked, she turned to me and attacked my clothes when I was too slow for her. If I was less than impressed by Emma's shape, which displayed a sizeable roll of stomach above her abdomen, she soon dispelled that feeling by displaying certain worthy talents. When she had my stiff member exposed, she ran her fingers along the shaft and said, "Oh, honey, we are going to have so much fun. This is bigger than the ones I usually get to play with." Emma sort of pulled/tossed me onto the bed, where she followed and was quickly lapping at my erect shaft with a long wet tongue. With one hand, she controlled my cock like the floor-mounted stick-shift of a manual transmission car, working the palm of her hand over the knob of my flagpole while her tongue washed me all over. The other hand enveloped my whole scrotum and played the two hen egg-sized balls around each other like Chinese hand exercise balls. I lay there and luxuriated in the exquisite feelings shooting to my brain. After a few minutes though, I wanted to return the favor and by tugging at Emma, signaled for her to straddle me so that I could eat her pussy. However she said, "Honey, it would be more comfortable with you on top, okay?" So she settled on her back while I climbed over her and she picked up right where she left off while I lifted her legs up and out and started to lick all around her slit. Her outer lips were deeper than any other woman I'd ever had the opportunity to lick and I had to spread them with both hands to allow room for my face to get to her clit and pussy opening without being smothered. However, she was wet and slick and tasted sweet and tart at the same time. Her fragrance was heady and made my cock jump in Emma's mouth while my tongue explored everywhere I could reach. Although Emma's crevice was deep, I found out fairly soon that her clit was up to the challenge. It turned out to be nearly as large as the last joint of my little finger and it pushed up nearly through the layers of flesh around it. When I pulled her open and it rose to attention, it was very much like sucking on an excited nipple. There was no wondering whether she was hot and horny ... the evidence was in my mouth. I got fortunate. Emma responded before I did. She began to moan and squirm her bottom around on the bed. I figured what I was doing ... sucking her clit and teasing it with the tip of my tongue ... was working and didn't change a thing. Suddenly her legs shot out at 45 degree angles and she shook both of us like an earthquake had hit the area. Before she had a chance to recover, I eased my cock and balls out of her grasp and slipped off her, turned around and repositioned myself in her saddle. Just as her muscles relaxed again, I pointed my cock at the opening to her pussy and slid inside, all the way to the hilt on the first effortless push. Emma opened her eyes and smiled. Barely able to support my weight on my forearms without resting all my weight on her body, I bent to kiss her and our tongues intertwined, jousting for position in her mouth. Then quickly they were in my mouth wandering around like two energetic puppies. At last I had to break away to gulp air. I took the time to back my spear out of Emma's sheath and then slide back in, grinding against her clitty when I could go no further. I dropped my head, pushed one of her big titties up and latched onto the big nipple, sucking hard on it. I was surprised when streams of warm watery milk filled my mouth. I looked at her questioningly. "Oh, yeah, honey, they got milk. I still feed my baby." "Oh? Is he here?" "She. No, she stayed home with my mother." "Oh. How old is she?" "She's ... uh, she will be one month more than four years day after tomorrow." No wonder her tits were so big! I picked up the pace of my motion, continuing to suck her tits from time to time and being rewarded with more sweet milk. We both built to an orgasm that burst upon us just seconds apart. Although I tried to support my own weight, Emma bear hugged me until I was resting fully upon her big soft body. With my cock slowly deflating, her hands massaged my ass cheeks as if they were rubber sponges. "Oh, baby, that was soooo good!" Emma gushed. "It was for me too, sugar. Are you getting hungry yet?" "Yeah, I could eat soon." "I know a really good Italian restaurant but it's about an hour's drive through the mountains if you can wait that long." "That's great with me. I love Italian. Would you like to come back later and fuck some more?" "I sure would, sweetheart." "Good. I'm still horny. I need lots o' loving." It turned out to be a 75-minute drive but it was through beautiful country in the Appalachian Mountains and Emma sat close and said that she didn't mind. We had a great meal at a typically Italian leisurely pace and Emma talked to me about how her family came to Guam (they emigrated from the Philiplipines in the nineteenth century) and what she did for a living (she was the assistant librarian for the largest public library on the island) and how she came to have two children without ever getting married (she learned as a teenager that she loved sex but she had never found a man that she loved). By the time we neared the hotel on the return trip, the sun was setting. I found an overlook to pull off and park so we could watch the spectacular colors. Emma snuggled up to me, pulling my arm over to rest between her tits and slipped my other hand between her legs. Eventually I worked my hand into the waistband of her shorts and down to her pussy and she spread her legs so I could slip three fingers into her cunt. For more than 30 minutes, we sat that way, my fingers sometimes wiggling inside her, her hand occasionally rubbing my cock. Once it got dark, we drove on to the hotel and right after the room door closed, we striped and dove onto the bed where we spent the next couple of hours in some wild, wanton sex. The following morning, I woke up to the sunshine streaming in the window and Emma sucking on my cock and massaging my scrotum. We showered and dressed and went to breakfast at a nearby restaurant. I took Emma by her hotel to change into fresh clothes and she brought a bag of things so she wouldn't have to keep coming back. As we were about to leave, she spotted a couple of friends, Junie and Fay, both heading for shuttle buses to go to the ball park. The three women chatted for a few minutes and then Emma asked if she could invite them to ride with us to the park. The women climbed into the back seat and greeted me like an old friend. I was a little embarrassed during the drive when Emma spared no detail of our time together in telling the women what she had been doing since yesterday's ball game. Junie and Fay kept patting me on the shoulder and exclaiming about Emma's good fortune. Actually I thought it had been all mine. The game that day with the champs of Mexico promised to be a tough one. When we arrived at the park, we all went to where the team was sitting on the grass around the coaches, who were talking to the boys about fundamentals, relaxing, having a good time, and playing with their heads. The parents had gathered to one side, half watching the team and visiting among themselves. Emma introduced me as her friend to a number of other parents and Janie and Fay seemed to always be close by. Eventually the coaches took the kids out to warm up and the fans began meandering to the stands. Since the Guam team was going to occupy the first base dugout, we sat in the stands along the first base line. Emma sat to my left while Janie sat to my right and Fay sat right behind me. All three of the women frequently touched me, just light touches with their fingers or knees or thighs, nothing sexual but a very, very friendly feeling. The game was tight with very little scoring because the pitching and defense were very good by both teams. The fans for each team would jump up and scream every time their team made a good play and the Guam parents were no exception. They would jump up and down and hug each other, slap hands, and yell encouragement to the boys. I got plenty of hugs from the three women, who also hugged each other and fans around them. I felt right at home with them. When the Guam team pulled out a 4-3 victory, the fans were ecstatic and another round of jumping, hugging and kissing ensued. When things settled down, we all filed out of the grandstand and over to where the team was relaxing in a rough circle while the coaches talked to them about the game and the plan for the next one. Since parents, other than the coaches, are not allowed in the dormitory where the players are housed, the three moms weren't going to see much of their kids for the duration of their stay, other than at the games. That seemed to be working well for parents and kids alike. Emma said that Manu had told her that the dorms were well equipped with games, both electronic and manual, and they were having a ball staying there. Baseball Fun Emma asked what we were going to do for the rest of the afternoon and night, assuming that she and I were going to continue staying together. I didn't dispel her notion ... it was to my advantage to keep it going. I suggested that we do a little site-seeing in the Pennsylvania countryside and she agreed but asked if she could ask Janie and Fay to join us. I had no objection to that and the women gratefully accepted her invitation. We crossed the river and headed through the mountainous countryside in a joyous mood. Emma turned sideways to talk with Janie and Fay and surreptitiously rubbed my crotch every few seconds. Eventually I managed to work my right hand into the loose leg of her shorts and got a finger into her sopping wet pussy. We were well along the way when Fay reached over the seat to change the radio and spotted Emma's hand between my legs, then followed the line of my arm where it disappeared into Emma's shorts and of course she knew what was happening. She gleefully told Janie and they both wanted in on it someway. Janie put her arms around my neck and stuck her tongue into my left ear. Fay did the same to my right ear and I had more than I could handle. Before I could get myself under control, Janie pushed forward part way over the seat and shoved a hand into my pants. She quickly squirmed around until she had a handful of my raging hard cock. I found an unoccupied roadside park with a lot of trees and parked the car. Quickly the seat latches were pulled on both front seats and Emma and I found ourselves laying back looking at the top of the car. Fay lunged forward and unfastened my pants, quickly wrapping her lips around my dong. Janie turned herself around, pulled off her shorts and lowered her pussy over my face. Blindly I ate the pussy riding my face while a mouth I could not see sucked my cock and someone's hand fondled my balls. I don't know what else may have been going on in the car but I was having a good time. I managed to eat the pussy until the body above it shook and a fresh stream of sweet liquid flooded my mouth. Soon after, I shot a load of cum into the mouth sucking me and felt my balls being vacuumed until the last drop was gone. A few moments later, someone declared, "That was great! Now let's go get some food." We found a nice little steakhouse in Scranton and had an enjoyable repast. The women were vivacious talkers and no subject was off-limits. They talked about everything, including sex. Janie and Fay were lamenting that they had not been laid since they left the island. Emma told them again all about our adventures and invited them to spend the night with us ... she thought I was man enough to fuck all three of them! I sat back and reveled in the compliments, wondering if I really was good enough to pleasure three women in the same night. Whether I was or not, I knew that I was going to try if they all came back to my hotel room. The drive back to the hotel seemed interminable. When we got there, the women nearly raped me, yanking my clothes off and attacking me like love-starved castaways. To make the most of my assets, one woman rode my face while another rode my cock. Every time one of them got off, they changed which one was where, sharing the opportunities among all three of them. Before they let me sleep, I had cum four times and eaten more pussy than I thought I would ever get the chance to eat. I was exhausted and I think the women were fairly well satisfied. The next several days was a whirlwind for me. The three women seemed to adopt me as their lover and I had all the sex I could handle. One morning after I had rolled off Janie, she said, "I'm happy you can last so long, honey. We don't get laid so often back home so we're trying to make up for it now. Besides you've got a bigger thing than anybody I ever had and I like that." Emma curled up to my other side and said softly, "I wouldn't mind if you gave me a baby, honey." I must have looked startled because she added, "Don't worry, you wouldn't have to do anything. I'm just saying it would be nice to have another baby and I think I'd like it if you made it with me." Janie turned to face me. "Yeah, honey, me too. I'd like to have your baby." Fay climbed up the foot of the bed between my legs and licked my flaccid cock. "Me too, sugar. That would be a great end to this week." "But wouldn't you want your baby to have a father?" I asked. "He'd have a father," Emma said. "But you wouldn't have to marry me, if that's what you're wondering." "But what if I wanted to marry you?" "I don't think so, hun," Emma said. "I really like you but I'm not in love with you. We can have a lot of fun together but we don't have to get married." "Yeah, baby," Fay said, lifting her face from my swelling cock. "Let's have fun." She worked her way up over my legs and, lifting herself, pointed my member at her pussy and slowly sank down on it until it was completely engulfed in her warm wet cunt. Ultimately Emma, Fay and Janie all three had babies that I fathered. I set up a trust fund for each of them that would provide $1,000 per month for their care to begin with and grow as the children got older. I also set up a separate fund for each of the mothers to insure that they were able to take care of their monthly bills and daily cost of living. I paid for the hospital stays for each of the births and purchased a medical insurance policy for each one to take care of their on-going needs. With the children being born within a seven-day period, I visited the island through the birth of all three, congratulating the mothers on delivering one new son and two lovely daughters. I promised to visit once a quarter and more often if I could and I managed to keep that promise, usually staying with each of the women for a week before moving on. I made sure that I visited the little Pennsylvania town each year to attend the Little League World Series. That was the first year that I got lucky with the ladies but it turned out that it was not the last. The following year, I made friends with two lovely Mexican ladies, slowly dredging up memories of my high school Spanish enough to be able to communicate with them ... and, better yet, enough to fornicate with them. The year after that, it was just one woman, that time from Japan; the language barrier was removed when she revealed that she spoke passable English and was anxious to sharpen her skills by finding someone to use her knowledge on. She quickly picked up the words pussy, cock, cunt, ass, anus, balls, fuck, suck, titties and blow job while we spent our evenings in hotel room acrobatics. This last year it was two ladies again, this time from the Caribbean island of Curacao. They turned out to be single mothers and totally uninhibited when it came to sex. Both of them were nearly insatiable and always ready to fuck. Both of them indicated that they liked my dick and the way I fucked them ... I didn't tell them that I used part of a little blue pill to keep it up for so long. I must say that, after years of being bored by major league baseball, I have a new-found respect for the fun that Little League Baseball can be.