1. Going to the Ballgame


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

    taste him. I worked harder, taking him deep in my mouth and trying not to gag. When he whimpered, “I’m gonna cum,” I sort of closed my lips around his shaft like I had a popsicle in my mouth, and flicked my tongue against him. He exploded in my mouth, filling me with his hot semen. I didn’t mind its taste at all. I swallowed some as the rest dribbled down my chin. Our eyes met, and the only way I can describe his expression was that it looked like love. I thought, I was the one having sex with a gorgeous, up-and-coming professional baseball player, and he was looking like he was the lucky one, not me. Before we jumped back into the creek to clean ourselves off, I told him, “Don’t worry, you’ll make it to the big leagues. I know you will.” He made sure I got into any home game I could attend. I cheered him on loudly, and in many ways I got ‘adopted’ by the team, like I was their number one cheerleader. Several of the guys hit on me, and it felt good knowing how much they all wanted to get into my pants. However, I was Dale’s. That 0-4 game he had was his last hitless game in a while. We could never say if I had anything to do with it, but his torrid hitting was being noticed, with rumors abounding that he would be called up to the Triple-A club soon. He booked various motel rooms in faraway towns whenever we needed each other, and that proved to be every homestand. One Sunday after a day game, we were in a motel bed. He was sort of stroking me all over, like he was studying ...
    my body. What it turned out he was doing was committing me to memory. “I think I’m gonna get the call-up. The big club is calling up Triple-A’ers for the stretch run, and I think I’m on deck to replace them.” I jumped all over him, kissing him before saying, “Oh Dale that’s so great! I know you’ll do great!” and then more kissing. “You know what that means, don’t you?” I looked into his eyes. “Yep, it means you’re on your way to fulfilling your dream. It means I have to do good in school this year so I can graduate. Then next year or the one after, when you’re in the Bigs, I’ll be the proudest girl in the universe, besides your mama that is.” He said what I wanted to hear. “I’ll look for you…next year…so no matter what happens to me in baseball, I’ll want you, Georgie, who throws like a boy and loves like a woman, to be with me.” “Aw, don’t say that, you’ll make me cry and I hate to cry” Our lovemaking had a different feel to it that afternoon-into-evening. He was so attentive, getting me to cum too many times to count. I had him cum all over my belly so I could feel its warmth, and dream of it someday going deep into me, and doing what it’s supposed to do. He kept telling me how pretty I was and how pretty parts of my body were. He admired my ass and the curve of my hips, he said. He loved my firm breasts, he said. He loved my (“meaty”) legs, he said. Then he said he loved me. That’s when I cried. After we made love for the last time that day, he pulled out a Sharpie pen from ...
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