Message-ID: <36164asstr$1019207404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: evan_richardso@yahoo.com (Evan Richardson) X-Original-Message-ID: <95cdc245.0204182114.7322e7c9@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 19 Apr 2002 05:14:38 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 18 Apr 2002 22:14:38 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Softball Dynasties (MF) Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2002 05:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates DISCLAIMER: This work is mine, you may read and enjoy, and REPOST this story if kept in the format found. This means you MAY NOT post this to any websites with banners, or make any type of money off the reposting of this story. If you are under 18 or don't like this type of thing, SCRAM!!! This is not for you, and for you prudes out there, never will be. For those under 18, come back when you turn 18 and have a happy birthday ;-). For the rest of you, please enjoy this story: Softball Dynasties (mf, Part 1) By Evan Richardson (C) 2002 Evan Richardson. "Where do you want this stuff Roy?" One of the tall men helping me move into my new house asked. I pointed toward the kitchen, and he walked off with the table. I felt weird, looking around this new house I would soon call home. It was small, at least for me, but I hadn't expected to live in luxury anymore. I guess most wouldn't call this home small: Two stories, plus a basement (finished, of course), seven bedrooms, and a pretty good sized kitchen, and that was the inside. In the backyard a small pool and a Jacuzzi. I guess it would work, I thought to myself, I just wish I didn't have to make it hurt. For me, I had been used to living in the lap of luxury...I had played professional baseball, and not to toot my own horn, I was the best. I was Roy Dosdine, the amazing two-time MVP of the Montreal Expos. But after seven years in the bigs, my back blew out on me, and though I tried twice, I never found myself able to successfully return. I was offered coaching jobs, even a position as manager of the struggling expansion Tampa Bay Devil Rays, but I declined. The sport had taken much from me, and I was not willing to give any more back to it. "Would you like us to unpack your boxes? We can do it for ya, but we'll leave the shit all over the place. Its up to you man, you either unpack it yourself or you find it yourself," Another mover asked me as I sat down on a newly unloaded chair and thought. "Sure, unpack the shit, but be careful with it." Fact of the matter baseball took my wife and children away from me, helped me to alienate any semblance of family I had left, and when it finished doing that to me, it took my dignity too...at the young age of 27. Luckily for me I had just finished my last season of a rich contract and I had invested my money well, but I decided that my lavish life style would need to end, and I needed to start over and do something meaningful with the rest of my life. That's why I decided to move to Arizona, leaving my large mansion behind, and moving to the heat (and sometimes beautiful weather) of Phoenix. A friend of mine from high school sent me a letter a few weeks after I formally announced my retirement and offered me a job as a coach at a high school in his district. I told him I'd sleep on it, and in less than a week I had put my house on the market and planned on moving to Phoenix over the summer. So after seven amazing years as a ball player, I would be attending college for the first time, working on receiving my teachers certification, and during the day coaching the softball team at Palo Alta High School. I couldn't really imagine what it would be like, but I tried thinking of some of the things my high school coach had done and said. I'd keep them in mind, but I figured that I would try to put my own spin on the coaching. Hell, I'm a former major leaguer coaching a group of girls in softball, how hard could this possibly be? *** After four more hours of supervising the unloading and unpacking process, I realized there was no way in hell I would ever be able to get the house unpacked enough to sleep in it that day. I asked one of the movers if he knew of any nice hotels I could stay at for the night, and he told me of one about ten minutes away. I got into my Lexus, and drove off toward the hotel. Upon arriving, I checked in at the desk and asked if there were any sweets available. The receptionist typed some gibberish into her computer and then replied with a large smile: yes there was. I asked her if I could have the sweet and she took my credit card, and after charging the room, handed it back to me with one of those weird little card keys. "Check-out is 12pm and room service is #9. We also have a wonderful little bar if you'd like to eat there. Thank you Mr. Dosdine, and enjoy!" Alright, I thought to myself, I might as well grab a steak and ale at the bar. I was seated quickly; the place was dead, but looked clean enough so I decided I could chance it. I gave my order to the waitress and sat back in my chair. Seconds later, I noticed a sobbing sound from behind me and turned my head. There appeared to be a girl, probably about 18 years old sitting there by herself crying into her hands. My heart melted and I walked over to her hoping I could find some way of helping her. I tapped her shoulder, "Hi, my name is Ro--" "--Oh, my God! You are Roy Dosdine, like my favorite baseball player EVER! I'm Tara, like, what are you doing here???" "Well, I just moved to Phoenix and I needed a hotel to stay at. Then they told me about this place...even retired washed up baseball players have to eat...sometimes." She giggled and I smiled at her. "I'm such a mess, aren't I? I've been sitting here crying for like ten minutes and then you show up, of course and my makeup has been running. I'm just like, so embarrassed you have no idea." I smiled at her. "No Tara, you're beautiful and I mean it. Would you mind if ate my dinner with you? I'm kinda lonely, that is, if you don't already have some type of plans," She beamed at me, and looked as if she was about to jump out of her chair. "No, no, I have no plans, my asshole boyfriend left me here on our three month anniversary...he took me here to break up with me. What a flaming jerk. I was so ready to give him my virginity tonight...and geez, why the hell did I just tell you that?" Her face became blood red, and she tears formed at the corner of her eyes. "I can never keep a boyfriend; I must be ugly, really amazingly ugly. And argh, I'm so boring, I don't know how to keep a guy interested in me. My current, err, well, last boyfriend was the longest I ever had in my life and now I'm here, talking to some major superstar about my boyfriend problems, and you probably just wanna bolt out of here and leave." I looked at her analytically for the first time since I came to the table. She wasn't' ugly, on the contrary, she was amazingly hot! From the form of her dress she was very slender, about 5'7, with breasts which if anything were a bit large for her frame, but looked great from my point of view. And then there was her face, her pout and tears broke my heart, but her facial features were amazing. She had perfect bone structure, and her eyes pierced into me, at least the two or three times she actually looked at me. Her blond hair was shoulder flowed down to about the small of her back, slightly wavy and extremely sexy. Between the immediate attraction and the pain I saw in her eyes, I was compelled to do something. I leaned in and kissed her straight on the lips. And to my surprise, she kissed back. The kiss lasted for only a few seconds, but she didn't try to fight me in anyway. When I backed my head away from her, only a smile remained, even with the deep blush remaining in her cheeks. "Oh geez, that was...was...SO AMAZINGLY COOL! Thank you so much, you have no idea how much that kiss means to me." "You're beautiful, and your ex-boyfriend seems like a jerk to me, I'm really glad I can help you out," Her eyes brightened. "You mean, it, you really really do? You think I'm beautiful? I don't believe this, first I meet my idol, and then he kisses me and tops it off by telling me I'm beautiful. I think I'm in love." *** We talked over dinner for a couple of hours, and out of the blue, she put her eye on me, seductively rubbed her bare leg against mine and cooed at me, "So, you think I could come up to you're room with you...just for a little bit?" Who was I to argue? This girl was amazing and it turned out we had a lot of the same interests. Of course, I told her yes. I paid the bill, picking up her meal, and grabbed her hand. As we walked toward the elevator, she kissed my neck and laid her head on my shoulders, pushing her firm breasts into my forearm. We reached the elevator and rode it to the 6th floor. From what I could tell the 6th floor of the hotel was made up of only sweets. There only appeared to be 9 rooms on the floor, all spread spaciously apart, and my room was across from the elevator. We entered and she immediate dragged me toward the bed. She started kissing me, first tenderly and then started exploring my mouth with her tongue. I was about to, do the same with mine, but first stopped the kiss. "You said you were a virgin right?" Her look became stoney and she stiffened in my arms. "Why is...that a problem???" She trembled. "No, not for me, I'm just making sure it isn't a problem for you. Are you sure this is what you want?" "Yes, I really want this. Oh, my God, you are like the sweetest guy ever. No guy I have ever known would interrupt making out to make sure it is what *I* want." With that, she pushed her big breast into my chest and resumed our making out. I gently pushed her onto the bed and we laid there together for what seemed like hours just making out and stroking. She then broke our kiss and started unbuttoning my shirt as I removed her dress. Her breasts were larger than I thought, they appeared to be a D-cup and were barely contained by the small low cut bra she was wearing under her dress. I reached behind her back and unlatched her bra, allowing it to drop in front of her. They were the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, tipped with large puffy pink nipples, standing erect and just asking to be sucked. I complied with their requests and dipped my head down toward her right nipple and started sucking at it. Her back arched and she moaned at me, telling me how great my sucking felt. While my mouth gave its attention to her breasts, my hands reached down to her panties and I let my index finger slip under the band. She was hot and dripping wet. I slipped my index finger into her steaming pussy, and she groaned. This girl was ready. "Enough with this foreplay, I've been waiting to be fucked for a long time, FUCK ME!" She didn't need to tell me twice. I removed my boxer shorts and pointed my rock hard cock at her wetness. "Come on Roy, what are you waiting for? Don't you want me? Don't you want me and my virginity? Fuck me Roy, come on fuck me." What I was waiting for was my composure; it had been a long time since my last fuck and I wanted to make sure that Tara's first time would be one she'd remember forever. I took a deep breath and sunk myself into her wetness. She groaned, I groaned. She was tight and I was pretty big. I slowly started moving back and forth trying, more and more of my cock slipping into her in the process. I finally reached her cherry, but it didn't put up much of a fight. I sunk right through it, and bottomed out. "Are you alright Tara?" She looked up at me and smiled. "Of course I'm alright," She moaned at me, "now fuck me hard. I started out slowly anyway, for her sake. She bucked at me, starting to push back at me as I pushed into her. She was moaning non-stop now, saying things to herself that I couldn't possibly understand, especially not while being that worked up. I then felt her pussy muscles clamp down hard on my cock, as she screamed in the agony of orgasm. I continued to drill her and as the first orgasm subsided, another one began. By the end of the second orgasm, I started feeling the all too familiar sensation of cum boiling in my balls. "Tara, I'm about to cum, where should I cum?" I asked her nervously. "Cum in ME!!! I need you to cum in me." I fucked her in earnest feeling the sensation building stronger and stronger. I could feel her third orgasm building up at that point and she whispered into my ear. "Cum with me, cum with me." I did, and as her pussy once again clamped down, milking my cock, I slammed into her one last time, and I ejected a years worth of cum into her freshly fucked pussy. We laid there for a few minutes in post-orgasmic bliss and then she finally spoke. "Wow, that was like nothing I ever dreamed about. I never came that hard, EVER. Thank you so much, that was amazing." "Your welcome, it was my pleasure." And it certainly was. At that point we lay there, snug in each others arms, and we both fell asleep. *** To be continued... Did you like this story, would you like to see more of it? If that's true, then don't be a stranger, send me an e-mail at: evan_richardso@yahoo.com and give me your comments and suggestions. Thanks! -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+