Let’s Play Ball
By Montrose



Tom spent his Sunday afternoons biking around a popular park in Seattle;
Greenlake. It is home to several soccer fields, tennis courts, a long bike
trail and eight baseball diamonds, all surrounding a charming mid-sized lake.
He was about to wrap up his day and clamp his bike to the back of his Mercedes
M-class. But then something about a baseball game going on in the nearest
field caught his eye.

This one featured women - big ones. At least the team wearing black and orange
sported some of the biggest and most athletic women he had seen in one place
in his life. A few had torn the sleeves off their jerseys to show off biceps
that rolled athletically as they swung two or three bats to warm up. He
decided to lean on the outfield fence and take in a few innings.

Then Tom noticed the catcher for the black and orange team, number 69. She
stood almost 6 feet tall (around 1.8 meters). She was a bit more slender than
her teammates with long firm legs and short black hair. One tanned bicep
sported a tattoo of barbed wire and roses. From her knees she fired the ball
back to the pitcher to make it pop in the leather.

The best part was her uniform. Instead of wearing shorts like her teammates
she chose to wear a short, pleated black skirt like they did in the film "A
League of Their Own." Mind you, this was the catcher. From the outfield he
could see the flash of white cotton every time she squatted down to take a
pitch. Odd choice to wear white under that black skirt – a choice that gave
the number on her back even more spice. Tom was not complaining. He decided he
would be rooting for the girls in black.

One girl in white and red made it to first and tried to steal second during
the next batter’s turn. Number 69 fired the ball like a rocket and gunned her
down by a mile. The white team was visibly stunned. That must have been their
jackrabbit. After that no one tried to steal.

The game wondered on. Baseball is not generally a high energy spectator sport,
but Tom was feeling a lot of energy from this one, particularly in his tight
bicycle shorts.

Number 69 was up to bat three times in the five innings he watched. She had
two doubles and a triple. On the triple she slid in hard and knocked the
defender over to keep from being out (the ball fell out of her glove). She
scored every time. He shouted and whooped over the outfield fence every time
she got a hit or scored and she doffed her cap and waived back to him. He was
one of only ten or twelve people watching and by far the loudest. The other
team’s center fielder flipped him off once. Perhaps he was supposed to be in
the bleachers they had to one side and just clap a little now and then.

Anyway, the Girls in Black stomped their competition who left quickly in
disgrace. But now Tom saw his beloved 69 packing up. She popped her shin
guards off and started packing a heavy duffle.

Before he knew what he was doing he hopped the fence and ran through the
outfield toward the winner’s dugout. He had eyes only for 69 so he didn’t see
when number 21 stepped in and grabbed his shoulder stopping him in his tracks.
She played first base and was the team’s biggest player. She stood head and
shoulders over Tom but smiled down kindly from her dark face.

"What’s yo hurry, little man?" You know one o’ the girls?" she asked in a soft
voice that seemed incongruous with her massive shoulders and arms.

He hadn’t thought of what he was doing until just then. It probably didn’t
look right – him dashing for a dugout where no one knew him. All he could say
was, "69."

The big woman let out a deep throaty laugh and pushed him toward the dugout.
"Hey Kristin! You hooked another one!" she called.

Number 69, Kristin, turned from her work and looked out at Tom. "Bring him
in!" she called back.

Tom could tell he was about to be toyed with by the smiles on the gathering
girls. The big black woman shoved him into the dugout and in front of Kristin,
the catcher of his dreams. The other girls on the team formed a tight circle
around the two of them and shut out the outside world completely with their
broad backs.

"Wow." Said the blonde lead-off hitter (this smallest girl on the team stood
almost as tall as Tom). "Look at that bulge!"

All the girl’s heads dropped down at the same time and there was silence. Tom
gained confidence from this. They had caught him at a good moment – at full
attention and stuffed to bursting into spandex bike shorts. He was hung to
please and nothing could show that off better. The big first base woman let
out a long, low whistle.

Kristin got a cockeyed grin and looked back up to Tom’s face. "Nice." She
said. "So what do you want with me, like I couldn’t guess." The team chuckled.

Tom thought quickly now. "I was hoping for an autograph." He replied.

"What would you like me to sign?" Kristin asked as she stepped forward. He
could smell her sweat now... and her hair... and the dusty infield dirt
sticking to her cloths... He lost track of his ability to speak. She pressed
her tightly bound chest into his. Her ample bosom looked like it was fighting
with her sports bra to be free. "How about my panties, stud? You want me to
autograph them for you?" She teased.

"Yes!" he blurted out.

"How much will you pay for ‘em? They’re good and sweat, you know."

"$100." He replied without thinking. The team gasped but Kristin didn’t skip a
beat.

"$300 or you can walk right now."

"Sold." The team giggled and moved in tighter.

Kristin pulled her skirt up to her waist and rested her hands on her hips
exposing her white cotton panties and long firm legs. "Ok, stud. Get down on
your knees and pull ‘em off of me so I can sign ‘em."

Tom barely had room to drop to his knees with the girls crowded so close, but
he was glad they were there. At least no one but they could see him in that
public park as he knelt before this goddess of the diamond and slowly slipped
her sweaty, dusty panties to her ankles. Her meaty muff was shaved to a
slender hairline and looked creamy and inviting. As Kristin stepped out of her
panties she put a hand on Tom’s head "for balance" and leaned forward.

Her pie grazed his nose. His tongue shot out of its own accord and slipped
into her lap lips. "You don’t waste time, do you stud." She growled down at
him. Then she stepped up over his face and mashed his mouth all up and down
her clam and ass crack. His tongue left a wet trail all along the way.

The team moaned in appreciation. "You go girl! Gimme some of that!" They
called in hushed voices.

"Oh Jesus!" Kristin groaned and she let go of Tom’s head and thrust her hips
slowly in his willing face. Tom didn’t need any more guidance. He grabbed her
hard round ass in his hands and drove his mouth into Kristin’s groin like he
had never tasted anything soooo good as her sweaty muff. And indeed he had
not.

The team drolled as Tom drove Kristin to multiple, face drenching, seizures of
pleasure. She put her arms around her team mates’ shoulders to keep from
falling right over.

While Tom had lunch in Kristin’s lap, the blonde lead-off girl picked up the
discarded panties and sniffed them leisurely. Eventually, Kristin pulled them
from her and pushed Tom’s head back. He staid on his knees before her and
kissed up and down her legs.

Kristin panted and she snapped her fingers. A marker appeared from somewhere
and the big first base women turned to let Kristin user her broad back to
write on. Kristin signed the panties. And put them onto Tom’s head like a hat.
The little blonde giggled.

"Now, stud, I want to play some more. Are you going to take me home or to a
hotel to give me that $300?"

"Can I come?" asked the blonde. "Can I? Take me!" came the call from all the
rest.

Kristin let her short skirt fall over Tom’s face. "I’m takin’ Jarnelle (she
pointed to the big first base woman) and Emily (she pointed to the blonde) but
that’s it!" The rest groaned in disappointment and dispersed.

Jarnelle pulled Tom to his feet. "And he know he best come up with that $300,
right little man?" She held his arm tight enough to let him know she could rip
it from his shoulder and eat it, no trouble. Tom whimpered and nodded. That
should be no trouble - he was loaded.

"Would you ladies like to ride to my place with me or do you have your own
cars?"

They rode with Tom. That is to say, Kristin drove and Jarnelle rode in front
with her while Emily attacked Tom in the back seat gobbling happily the giant
tube she had wrangled out of his shorts. She left fingernail marks up and down
his legs but her mouth was as gentle as can be around his hairy sack. Through
all this he gave them directions to his house overlooking Lake Washington.

When they got inside Jarnelle asked again about the money. "I don’t have it
here..." Tom began. But he didn’t get to finish. Jarnelle lifted him high in
the air with one hand and threw him like a rag doll across his own living room
into a bookshelf. Before he could crawl out of the rubble she lifted him again
and formed a fist aimed at his face.

"Stop!" yelled Kristin. Jarnelle threw Tom to the floor at Kristin’s feet. Now
he was scared. What had he done?!? Who were these mad women? "You gotta
forgive Jarnelle." Explained Kristin. "She never sees a lot of money and has
met a lot of shady players in her day."

Emily slipped forward and helped Tom to his knees, stoking his chin and
encouraging his hand to slip between her thighs.

"You and I both know you fully plan on giving me that $300 and then some
before I leave here today, right."

"Yes!" coughed out Tom. "I can write a check."

"No." said Kristin. Maybe you should just give Jarnelle your ATM card and PIN
so she can go get my money while we stay back here and have fun.

Tom wanted to complain about this idea, but then he looked up at Jarnelle
sneering down at him. He dropped his wallet at her feet and muttered his PIN.
Jarnelle snatched it up and was gone.

"Bring me a beer." Kristin commanded of Emily. Emily reluctantly tore herself
away from Tom and went looking for the kitchen. "Now where were we?" she
continued. "Oh yes..." And she stepped forward and straddled Tom’s face.

Soon he had Kristin toppled to the floor. Between long pulls on a long neck
beer she groaned and rolled. Tom alternated between licking her ass and slit.
It all tasted good to him. And his hands loved roaming those long legs.

Soon he felt Emily’s expert tongue back to work on his rod. She almost made
him cum twice all over her face, but she knew when to back off.

"Stuff his cock into me." Commanded Kristin. She was speaking to Emily and
Emily obeyed. She guided Tom up and drove half of his meat deep into the wet
quivering bush of her friend. But Kristin couldn’t take it all, at least not
from the start.

Tom was used to this. But he had expected the big girl to be able to take it
more quickly. She bucked and wailed before he had it all in. She was so tight
he didn’t dare drive for all his might. So he rolled his hips slowly, driving
her wild with the pressure, sinking it deeper and deeper.

Just them Jarnelle came back and threw Tom’s wallet onto a table. She waived a
big fist of twenties – way past $300 – more like $3,000 – and smiled. Then she
boldly dropped her pants and stepped up to get some of Tom’s face.

Her burly pie completely covered his face and nearly suffocated him, but she
let him up for air just often enough. Tom continued to slow hump Kristin until
she couldn’t take it any more as he gasped, gulped and licked at the massive
Jarnelle.

When Kristin crawled away, Jarnelle wanted a ride. Tom decided her would get
her back for busting up his bookcase. He hammered her for all he was worth
right from the start and made her scream in pain. "Take it, Bitch!" He yelled
as he slapped her big, buoyant ass until his hand was raw.

"Yes sir." She yelled back. "Give it to me! Give me more!" As much as he
pounded she still begged for more!

Now and then he looked up to see Kristin spread eagle on the rug, sipping a
beer and leaking juice – happy as could be. Then he looked over at Emily who
seemed a bit frightened by the violence of the fuck he was giving Jarnelle.

"You’re next, baby!" He promised her.

"Fuck me harder!" Demanded Jarnelle. Tom humped her doggy style until his
sides hurt, dripping sweat onto her bouncy rump.

Kristin looked at Emily. "Bring me an aluminum bat and the massage oil from my
duffle." Emily sprang away like a gazelle and was back in a flash. Kristin
took the bat, walked over and straddled Jarnelle’s ass right in front of Tom.
She pulled her jersey off, then removed her sports bra. Her melons were
perfect orbs that wobbled in Tom’s face as he pounded away. Kristin slid the
mettle bat between her tits and warmed it there for a while, letting Tom
playfully lap at her nips.

Then Kristin covered the bat with the massage oil. She walked around behind
Tom and whispered for him to slip out of Jarnelle’s clam. He did and Kristin
slid home the bat all the way to the handle. Jarnelle wailed and bucked. "YES!
DAMN IT! MORE OF THAT!"

Kristin walked back in front and straddle Jarnelle with her ass in Tom’s face
over Jarnelle’s ass. Tom fisted Jarnelle’s ass as he rammed her clam over and
over with the bat and plunged his face into Kristin’s ass crack, licking her
lavishly.

Emily slid up onto Jarnelle’s upper back and played with Kristin’s tits for a
while before laying down on Jarnelle and diving on Kristin’s clam. Kristin
retuned the favor.

Finally, Jarnelle shuddered violently. Her orgasm spasm threw Kristin and
Emily to the ground and nearly crushed Tom’s fist in her ass. Then Jarnelle
collapsed like a mountain. "I can’t take no mo’." She groaned. Tom was glad
because his arm was getting tired – and he wanted some of Emily.

After he cleaned up a bit Emily stepped in bravely. Jarnelle lay flat beneath
them and they used her for a mattress.

He played with the head of his cock around Emily’s groin for quite a while.
Emily worked some of it in now and then and groaned. Now and then he would
thrust one quarter of the way in and Emily would open her eyes wide and cry
out. Then he would back out slow and start again.

After an 20 minutes of this he got impatient and plunged into her missionary
style cramming her to bursting. She wailed and bucked but he held on.

"Show no mercy, stud." Murmured Kristin downing another beer. And so he
didn’t. And for the next hour he obeyed commands from Kristin for when to
hammer away at the blonde and when to let her rest. Kristin seemed to know
just how much Emily could take and made it a painful but pleasurable
experience for her.

Finally, when Emily was drenched with her own juice he slipped free of her and
walked over to Kristin. She didn’t need any asking. She knelt, pulled his cock
to her mouth and amazingly slipped it deep down her throat in one gulp. When
it emerged again Tom was near climax. Her throat could take more dick than her
quim!

He dropped to the floor and number 69 slid her hips onto his face as she drove
her mouth deep onto his shaft over and over. He lapped thankfully at her wet
clam until suddenly Kristin gasped. The catcher had caught his full load all
over her pretty face. She was covered better than her catchers mask could have
done. She laughed and licked the bits around her mouth.

Emily was just able to crawl over and lick her clean, swallowing all the goo.
Jarnelle recovered and looked sheepish but grateful as she pulled the bat out
of herself. She showed Tom the handful of bills telling him she was sorry she
thought of ripping him off. He gave Kristin her $300 for the panties.

"But that leaves you about $2,500 burning a whole in your pocket." Said
Kristin. She grinned mischievously at him. "You wanna arm wrestle for it?"

"No way!" He backed up looking at her meaty arms, twice as big as his.

"Not me, stud. That would be too easy. I meant Emily."

Tom looked at sweet little Emily who looked up kindly into his eyes. She was
buck naked so he could see rippling muscle all up and down her frame. And she
was agile like a cat. But she seemed small, especially next to Jarnelle and
Kristin. "Sure." He said.

They got in position over a coffee table. Kristin held their hands for the
start and said, "GO!"

Tom had hoped to slam her hand down at the very start. He put everything he
had into a sudden burst. But Emily’s hand didn’t move back at all. He could
see she was working hard, but not straining all out like he was. Hard bands of
individually defined muscle popped out all over her naked arm back and tummy.

"You’re about to get beat by a 20 year old girl." She whispered to him. He
tried to double his effort. He put his entire frame into it. "Here goes." Said
Emily and BANG! It was over. She rapped Tom’s knuckles hard onto the table
with a speed that wrenched his arm. Emily leaped to her feet and rubbed her
pert ass in his face for a victory dance. Tom was a good sport and licked it
like a good boy.

He also handed her the $2,500. Emily danced around and shared the money with
her friends. Then the girls got dressed, fondled and kissed Tom once more and
were gone, leaving nothing more than their animal smells and a tired and happy
man.

It wasn’t until an hour after they had gone that he realized he had no way of
finding these girls again! Then he pulled the white cotton panties off of his
head and read the signature.

"Hey stud. Let’s play Ball! #69 Kristin. Call 555-1234"

Thank god.