1. Going to the Ballgame


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

    I do to deserve this—to deserve him? I wasn’t petite and pretty like some of them, so what did Dale see in me? He must have sensed something, for he stopped dancing, looked into my eyes and said, “They don’t know anything, Georgette. You’re the most beautiful one here, and the answer to my dreams.” Oblivious to all the stares, we kissed for a long time. I stopped hearing the negative stuff as pretty soon all I heard was how lucky I was. No doubt on that score. In the wee hours, we climbed into the limousine, but instead of taking me home, we drove for an hour to a beautiful hotel. “I booked us a suite,” he said. “I figured it’s much nicer than those motels, and it has a Jacuzzi in the room, so it’ll be better than that creek—warmer too.” When I started to say something, he said, “Sssh, I’ll explain everything when we get to the room.” The suite was beyond anything a simple girl like me ever envisioned. Dale showed me around a bit, then stopped, pulled a small box out of his pocket, and said, “I meant it when I said you were the one for this plain, country ballplayer. Georgie, will you marry me?” He opened the small box and took out the biggest damned diamond ring I ever saw. All I could say was “Oh, Dale,” before jumping into his arms and kissing him seemingly forever. Finally ...
    when we both needed air, he said, “Is that a yes?” “What do you think, Credence Dale Pinebold?” The ring fit perfectly. Now, finally, I allowed myself to cry. While he filled the Jacuzzi, he asked me if I’d seen any stats so far into the season. I quoted his .343 average and his 7 homers, and he said, “Now that I’m with you, everything’s good. Before we climbed into the bubbling hot water, he admired my tattoo. We weren’t in the water long before he was extremely hard. While we fucked, sending water splashing everywhere, I said softly, “See, you’re wearing number 12 again like I said you would.” He thrust in deep, and whether his old number had anything to do with it or not, he came with such f***e that I swear I felt the hot semen hit my womb. It didn’t take much longer for me to be screaming in orgasmic happiness, but I must admit that a small corner of my brain contemplated the baby-makers that he just spewed deep into me. I looked at the ring on my finger. Georgie Pinebold sure sounded great. If I have a girl, I’ll teach her how to throw a baseball the right way. I’ll teach her about sex when she’s old enough, and not leave it to a neighbor to do it. If I have boys, I’ll leave them to their Daddy. That’ll be his ballgame, not mine. I’m just a tomboy after all, right? THE END
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