1. Going to the Ballgame


    Date: 10/8/2017, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I was at the game with my Uncle Eric when the bat flew out of Dale’s hands and came straight at me. Everything was in slow motion after that. The crowd grew eerily silent. I froze in my seat. My uncle threw his hands in front of me and almost caught the damned thing. It hit me anyway. While everyone wanted to know if I was okay, Uncle Eric held the bat high like a trophy. My uncle was a big k** like that. Time really stopped for me when I saw that Dale was walking toward the grandstand. Walking toward ME! The game paused as my favorite player approached. Even if I’d really been hurt I would be feeling no pain now. Credence Dale Pinebold was going to talk to me! “Are you okay, young lady?” he asked in that sexy, deep Southern voice of his. One of the batboys had rushed over with a new bat to exchange it for Dale’s game bat, like they usually do. Even though the game bat came from my uncle’s hands, Dale personally handed the new bat to me, saying, “I’m glad you’re not hurt. Come by the clubhouse door after the game and I’ll autograph it for you. I’ll make sure they know you’ll be there to see me.” With that, they went back to playing the game, and I sat there in wet panties for the remaining innings. My name is Georgette, but everyone’s always called me Georgie. The name stuck mostly because I was always considered a tomboy growing up. I loved sports more than other girls, and maybe because I was a bit bigger and stronger than most of them I was good at it. I played three ...
    sports in high school, including softball. I may have been a tomboy, but I believed I didn’t forsake my femininity in the meantime. I lost my virginity at thirteen after climbing a widower neighbor’s tree to spy on him, ending up in his bed. You might say that as a teenager, I ‘studied’ sex. My neighbor, David, along with popping my cherry, gave me a sex book to look at, and I learned a lot of things about positions and anatomy from that book. I think I’ve been able to practice a lot of those things since then. Why I’m telling you this is so you understand I wasn’t naïve, and that I knew why I was wet when Dale handed me the bat. I had a clear image in my mind of just what I wanted the hunk to do to me. It was a hot fantasy. Ironically, the uncle whose name was taken for my older s****r, Erica (who was now in college and studying abroad) liked me better. Uncle Eric was like a big k**, much more than his b*****r, my father, ever was. If there was a sporting event to go to, I’d go with him, and he loved my company. We always talked sports; the local teams and the players who were going places. Today, we were at the ballpark watching the local Double-A team beat the crap out of their rival. I was watching Dale Pinebold. I always watched Dale Pinebold. Someday I knew he’d move up in the organization, but I selfishly rued that day. My panties were always wet for him, but no more than at that moment when he handed me the bat. As the innings progressed, I grew self-conscious, worrying ...
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