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Subject: {ASSM} Softball Dynasties (MF)
Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2002 05:10:04 -0400
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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...

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