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 Play Ball by NorthernGent {f/b, pet, oral}

   There is a point where innocence, curiosity, desire, courage,
opportunity, knowledge, experience and just dumb luck all collide.  Today
is that day for two people living miles apart just across the street from
each other.

   Our story begins like most, in a residential block in any mid-sized
city. A typical neighborhood, on a quiet street just a couple of blocks
from about anything you think of.  Two churches are within six blocks, a
supermarket is over on the main street four blocks away.  An elementary
school as well as a junior high school, neighborhood pharmacy, barbershop,
beauty parlor, gas station, a single screen movie theater, a hardware
store, three small restaurants and laundry is all within walking distance.

   On one side of the street lives Fred and his parents.  Named Fredrick
Theodore Rothschild at birth, his parents always called him Fred, while his
grandmother on his mother's side never called him anything except Freddie -
unless she scolded him for something.  He is a typical eleven year old. 
Fred is a sixth grader at the elementary.  He is a little over four and one
half feet high.  A healthy build, by no means can he be considered fat, but
he has a slight doughboy look.  He has brown curly hair and brown eyes.  He
liked riding his bicycle and read every science fiction magazine and comic
book that he could get his hands on.

   Across the street lives Rebecca Anne Lawrence.  Her parents and friends
call her Becky.  She is a ninth grader at the Junior High.  She is a full
three years older than Fred, but they have a friendly neighborly
relationship in spite of the age difference.  In fact if the truth be
known, she sees him as her little brother that she never had.  Not in an
overt way, but from her bedroom, she can see him come and go from his
house. She has seen when the other kids have walked with him, and she has
viewed as others have picked on him in front of his own house.  She can
sense his moods when she sees him from her vantage point.

   Her house is an Edwardian Classical House built around 1917.  It is the
oldest house in the neighborhood, built by a wealthy lumber yard owner. 
Fred's family home is an Arts and Crafts style house that was built in the
1920's .  It didn't have the square footage that the Lawrence's house does,
but he has his own bedroom.  In Fact, both houses faces each other and the
children's bedrooms can be seen by the other between the break in the trees
that is a view afforded to no other rooms in either house.  The way the
houses sit, the view from either bedroom also allows the driveway of the
other house to be seen.

   They were both latch key kids.  Usually they were alone between the end
of the school day until six or six thirty when their parents got home. 
Becky normally gets home about fifteen minutes before Fred his way to his
home.  Her routine is to stop by the kitchen, grab a beverage then head up
stairs to her bedroom.

   As she ascends the mahogany staircase, at the landing her door is to the
right.  Opening the door, and to the left is her closet.  It runs the
entire width of the room.  The sliding closet doors have a mirror which
covers the front surface of each door entirely.  At the opposite end of the
room is the front of the house.  A massive forty inch square window is
centered in the room.  On either side is an eighteen inch wide sash window
that can be opened.  Above each of the windows is another set of windows,
each as wide as the one below it and twelve inches high.  Positioned square
with the windows is her King Size Bed.  Seven pillows were placed on the
bed closest to the windows.  On either side of the bed she has night
tables, each with a lamp.  A clock radio sits on one.  Her diary and a pink
pen sit on the other.  Each table has a drawer with Becky's personal items
in them.

   On this day, as Becky sat on her king sized bed she saw Fred ride his
bicycle up the driveway of his house.  He got off the bicycle and through
it down the ground.  She could see that he was upset.  She couldn't tell if
he was mad, sad, or just plain frustrated.  He was pacing back and forth as
his bike lay in the middle of the drive.  He was shaking his fists.  He
kicked his front bicycle tire.  Then he headed to the front pouch and sat
on the front steps.  His shoulders dropped, his gaze was focused on the
pavement just beyond his feet.  He looked crestfallen, discouraged, and
depressed.

   With his body language and actions, there was no problem in figuring out
he needed to have someone to talk to.  It would be a full two and a half
hours before his parents would be home.  She figured that she should try
and find out what Fred was upset about.  She got off her bed and went down
stairs.  It took a minute for her to walk across the street.

   Fred didn't notice as Becky approached until she spoke.  "Hey Fred,
everything okay?" she asked.

   "Yeah" he replied in a non-convincing voice.

   "Are you sure?" she asked knowing that he just lied.

   "Yeah" he said without looking up.

   Becky moved closer to Fred and sat down on the concrete steps beside
him.

   When the teenager was sitting next to him, from the corner of his eye he
could see she was wearing white tennis shoes and white socks.  Her legs
were bare and she was wearing white shorts.  He could just make out the
pale blue panties beneath them by the slight hue revealed through the
fabric and the contours stretched by the seams in her panties.  She had on
a tight fitting yellow cotton tank top, and thin pale blue satin bra straps
could be seen over both shoulders.  Fred wouldn't know it, but she was a
34B but overfilled her bra a little and would soon be wearing 34C. 
Although she was wearing a bra, her nipples made a considerable impression
in the tank top.

   "What is the matter, Bud?" she asked.

   "Noth'in" he replied.

   "That do sound like nothing... Look at me... What's wrong - what
happened?" she asked.

   Fred turned his head, he looked at her face.  Becky is a very attractive
teenager.  She has straw blond hair, pulled back into pony tail and tied
with a crunchy high on the back of her head.  Her hair fell to just past
her shoulder blades.  It would bounce when she walked.  With her hair
pulled back like that, her high forehead is revealed to its fullest.  She
has full light brown eye brows.  Beautiful blue eyes with flakes of brown
and green in them.  She has a cute nose.  Strong lips, but not over
powering.  Adorable cheeks.  Sharp cheek bones.  A slender chin.  And a
long neck.  She wore one inch gold hoop earrings with three smaller rings
free floating at the bottom.

   Being forced to look at her instead of the concrete caused him to have
to reveal what was bothering him.  His concentration was gone.  A tear came
to his eye.  A hurt frown came to his face, and then his eyes watered to
full capacity.  He started crying.

   "Fred, what is the matter?" Becky insisted.

   The emotions that had been pent up were coming out.  Fred sobbed
uncontrollably.

   Becky reached over and put her arm around Fred's shoulder in a hugging
manner.  "Fred?"

   Fred took a deep breath and through the sobs he started to tell Becky
what had happened at school.  "At afternoon recess, Amy Whitmore and her
bitch friends were off to the side of the playground talking.  There were a
group of us kicking around a soccer ball.  Someone kicked the ball, and it
rolled over by the girls.  I went to get the ball, and they were like
pointing at me.  When I got close enough to hear them, Amy said
`...Fredrick will never know... He can't even get to first base with a
girl.' Then they all laughed at me."

   Then the tears and the sobbing continued.

   "Becky, I don't even know what that means... I have never played
baseball with girls," he added.

   Rebecca wanted to laugh at the statement, and how naïve Fred was, but
she knew that doing so would hurt his feelings even worse.  She thought for
a couple of seconds... she wanted to get Fred in a more private setting so
there wasn't an open public display of his dilemma.

   "Why don't you put your bicycle in the back yard, and let's go to my
place, then we will talk about it," she said.  Still sniffling, Fred got up
and proceeded to do as she had suggested.

   They walked across the street together, then into Rebecca's house.  Fred
followed Becky upstairs and into her bedroom.  "Fred, sit on the bed, I'll
be right back," Becky said as she walked out of the room.  She returned
with a fluffy yellow bath towel.  Becky closed the door.

   Fred was sitting Indian style on the bed.  Becky assumed an Indian style
sitting position directly in front of him.  Their knees touched.  "Fred, I
am going to let you go to first base with me... That way you will know what
they are talking about.  But this is like school - we are not like
boyfriend and girlfriend or anything."

   Not exactly knowing what she meant by that, Fred asked, "Should I go
home and get a baseball and bat?"

   Giggling Rebecca said, "No silly, we are going to do other stuff." Becky
was folding the towel into fourths length wise.  "I am going to blindfold
you, and then we will begin."

   "Why?" Fred asked.

   "What you don't see - didn't happen," she replied as she tied the towel
around his head.  That was the way she thought about it... After all, if a
tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, it doesn't make a
sound - right?

   "Okay, lean in and kiss me, she instructed.  Fred slowly leaned forward
and their lips met.  He immediately pulled back.

   "What was that?" she asked.

   "A kiss" he answered.

   "I don't want you to kiss me like you do your grandmother - kiss like
you mean it," she exclaimed.

   Fred leaned in again, and this time when their lips touched he pushed
forward a little more.  After a couple of seconds, their lips parted.

   "That's better!  Let's do it again," she said.

   Following her instructions they kiss again.  This time holding the kiss
for a full ten seconds.  A couple of more lengthy kisses, Becky said, "You
are a pretty good kisser!"

   A smile came to Fred's lips.

   "Now I am going to teach you something else... This time when we kiss, I
want you to part your lips and open your mouth a little... Let's see how
long we can hold a kiss."

   "Okay" Fred responded.

   They leaned forward and resumed kissing.  She felt as Fred opened his
mouth a bit and the tension left his chin.  She moved forward and did the
same.  The parted lips after a minute and a half.  Then they continued
kissing.  Becky stuck her tongue into Fred's mouth.  She explored the
recesses there with her darting tongue.  Fred learned quickly, and thrust
his tongue into her waiting mouth.  They exchanged saliva for over five
minutes.

   The kissing was full and open now.  Their breathing and heart rate had
increased.  Rebecca had done her job - Fred has been to first base.  "Now
you know how to get to first base!" Becky exclaimed.  Fred had a grin that
ran ear to ear.  She was just about to remove the blindfold from Fred's
head when he asked, "What is second base?"

   Rebecca lowered her hands and placed them on her knees.  She thought
about it for a minute as Fred waited for an answer.  Finally she said,
"Hold out your hands." Fred did as he was told.  She took each hand into
her own, and turned his hands palm down - then she turned his hands so the
fingers were reaching out ward and up and the thumbs inward a bit.  Leaning
forward and pulling Fred's hands toward her she placed them perfectly so
his hands cupped her tits.  She removed her hands.  Fred had a puzzled
look, and then exclaimed, "I am touching your tits!"

   Not since she had dated that Jock Timothy Sanford over a year ago has
anyone touched her breasts.

   "Can I squeeze them?" Fred asked.

   "Yes, but be careful... girls like to have their tits massaged, not
groped.  Fred started to massage the hemispheres with great caution.  Fred
gently squeezed the mass, poked and rubbed them.  Becky could feel her
nipples harden.  It felt good to have someone rubbing her tits.  She closed
her eyes and felt his fingers press against her boobs through her clothing.

   Although she appreciated Fred not wanting to do anything she wouldn't
enjoy, she wanted to feel a little more attention to her breast than he was
giving.  She said, "You can use a little more force than that when you
massage titties and you can squeeze them a little harder too." He continued
his caresses with a little more force, kneading the flesh and raising her
sexual excitement a bit in the process.

   "God, I got to second base!" Fred exclaimed.

   "Well, technically that is not true," Becky said.

   "I haven't gotten to second base?" Fred asked.

   "ah... what we did when we were kissing that is called necking. 
Everything above the neck.  What you are doing now is called petting...
everything below the neck.  And where you are right now is the start of the
petting process... let me explain it in baseball terms... You know when a
batter comes up to bat, where does the second baseman stand... On second
base?" Becky asked.

   "No, he is about a third of the way back towards the first base so he
can field short balls to the left of the pitcher," Fred replied.

   "So someone standing on first when the ball is pitched, heads for
second... but the second baseman is a head of him before the runner can get
to second base... right?" she asked to make the point.

   "Yeah" Fred replied.

   "Well, that is where you are at... two thirds of the way there, but not
quite there yet," Becky responded.

   Even though his eyes were covered, Becky could see the disappointment on
his face.

   She asked, "Do you want to go to second base?"

   Fred perked up and said, "Yeah!"

   "There is a lot of responsibility that goes along with second base,"
Becky said.

   "Like what?  Fred asked.

   "You have to massage the entire tit.  And you have to kiss and lick
every inch over and over.  You need to circle a girl's nipple with your
tongue about a hundred times, and then do the other one.  You need to
tenderly nibble at the nipples, biting, but not hard.  And do you know why
girls have boobs?" she asked.

   "To feed babies," he replied.

   "That is right, and girls love to have their boobs sucked, so you need
to pay special attention to sucking their nipples.  You won't get any milk
from me, but you need to put my nipple all the way in your mouth and suck
my titties until your jaw hurts," Becky said.

   She waited until all of that sunk in.

   Then she asked, "Do you want to go to second base?" She half expected
him to not accept.  But for whatever reason; curiosity, lust, knowledge, or
he just wanted to touch the bare skin of a boob, he said, "Yes".

   At that exact moment, Rebecca's life got complicated.

   When she `dated' Tim, she was only thirteen.  Tim was fourteen and only
got to second base once when he took Becky to the movies, and reached under
her shirt and bra during a feature for five minutes.  They soon broke up
after that because Little League Baseball was more important to him than
she was.  But during their time together, she learned more about baseball
than most girls twice her age.

   All that authoritative talk she just laid on Fred, well that was a
combination of Junior High School locker-room gossip, romance novels she
has been reading of her mom's, some information found in the `becoming a
teen' area on a medical website and watching three of her father's porn
movies when no one was home.

   To this point, everything she has done with Fred is as far as she has
ever gone with anyone.  And she is now faced with her greatest fear - - -
perhaps fear is the wrong word, insecurity; her greatest insecurity is
exposing her breasts.

   But then she thought, "Fred is blindfolded, he won't see anything
anyway!"

   She reached down to the bottom of her yellow tank top and pulled it up
over her breasts and over her head.  She tossed the top into the corner. 
She sat there Indian style with her powder blue lace bra and managed a
faint smile.  A vision of loveliness, her round breasts were peaking over
the top and to the sides of the 34B bra.  Round orbs ready for some
attention.  If only Fred could see her now.  Reaching around and unhooking
her bra, she let it slide forward down her arms.

   If it were not for the blindfold, Fred would see what appeared to be
youthful round Mamallaries transform into tapering tits with extreme puffy
pointed soft pink areoles and nipples.

   The average adult breast measures four to four and three quarter inches
in diameter and the breast thickness centrally is a tad less than two
inches to two and three quarter inches.  Most contours of the average
breast is domelike

   Becky's nipples are just over one half inch high and about that across.
Her areoles stand an inch and a half high and almost two inches across. 
Just visually looking, you would guess her nipples and areoles make up over
forty percent of her breast mass.  Because of this ratio, her tits have a
longer conical shape that Becky views as abnormal.  Her mom says, "Don't
worry about it, you will grow into them...", but that that doesn't help a
fourteen year old who looks in the mirror every day.  She never goes
anywhere without a bra on, just so no one will ever know of her personal
deformity.

   Maybe with the kissing and over the clothes massage of her breasts, what
she was yearning for was to have her tits massaged and sucked.  Becky
reached out and took Fred's hand and placed it on her bare breast.  "You
have now reached second base," she said.

   Fred felt the mass in his hand.  He gently ran his fingers over the bare
flesh.  Occasionally give the tit a tender squeeze.  He lifted his other
hand to explore the other tit as he continued with the first.  He felt the
smooth surfaces yield to his touch.  The breasts were firm, but pliable. 
The supple mass was elastic to his prodding.  They were soft, but they were
not mushy.  They were squeezable, and when he did, he could feel no bone to
support the projections.  He could lift the mass and it would fall as he
lowered his hand.  But it never fell flat against her chest.  He could
detect a slight difference in the skin when he touched the areoles and the
nipple.  They were soft but the longer he explored the breasts with his
hands, the seemed to harden under his touch.  Almost a rubbery feel... but
not quite.

   Fred remembered what Rebecca had said about `responsibilities' he had at
second base.  He leaned forward.  Becky watched as he puckered his lips and
kissed the first tit he touched.  Then another.  And then he lifted his
head and did the same to the other tit.  While crossing the valley between
the two tits, Fred sensed an aroma.  It was Becky smell but something else.
Almost impreceivable, the faint scent of flowers or spice lie between the
mounds of his attention.

   He continued to kiss and massage her breasts in alternate fashion.  Then
Becky in one move unfolded her legs and placed them on either side of Fred,
reached out her hands and placed them under Fred's arm pits, and pulled him
toward her as she moved back to a laying position with him on top.  Fred's
head was placed exactly at breast level.  He continued to kiss and massage
her tits.  Fred then started licking her nipples and areoles.  Becky's
breathing had become more labored as she focused on the attention her tits
were getting.  Her eyes were closed, her head tilted away from Fred.  Her
arms were wrapped around Fred's back, and she was slowly rubbing it as he
attended to her.

   Then Fred parted his lips and sucked her nipple all the way into his
mouth.  She moaned deeply at the sensation.  She had never been this far
before and did not know the power her body had over her own mind.  Becky
reached up behind Fred's head and pulled it into her breast.  Although
Becky didn't know that deep faint moans accompanied every breath she took.

   Spurred on by her actions, Fred sucked harder.  She loved the pulling of
her nipples by the suction.

   The next thing that happened was by accident but would prove to be very
exciting to Becky.  Fred was sucking her nipple really hard and he had a
cramp in his jaw muscle.  His immediate reaction was to bite down to
release the pressure in his jaw.  As he did this his teeth clamped down on
her nipple.  With the sharp pain cursing through her breast she yelled,
"GOD!" "I blew it!" Fred thought as he stopped his efforts.  "You little
bastard, DON'T STOP - eat my tits!" she yelled as she pushed his face back
into her breast.

   Never had she had such a pain / pleasure episode in her life as provided
by Fred.  There are certain events no matter how small that we remember
throughout our lives - this is one of those moments that Becky will
remember fondly years from now.

   If Fred could see Rebecca, he would see the strained look of sexual
abandon and lustful delight.  Her eyes closed, her mouth partially open,
her chest and neck reddened from her increased heart rate, her chest rising
and falling with the deep breaths she was taking.  Her legs had widened,
and her hips were doing a slow grind against Fred's pelvis.

   The fourteen year old body was responding to the stimuli exactly as
Mother Nature had intended.  She had an urge to stroke her pussy.  She had
masturbated many times but this was different, there was a craving desire
for her pussy to be petted.

   She moved one leg inside of Fred's legs.  With her free leg, she lifted
it slightly.  She reached up and grabbed Fred's free hand and guided it
down to her crotch.  With her hand over his, she squeezed his hand in the
motion she wanted him to do.  When he proceeded, he didn't have enough
pressure, so she pressed his hand tighter to her body.  When he had
mimicked her action with the right amount of pressure she said, "Fred, you
are passing the Short Stop - heading for Third Base."

   With a sense of accomplishment, Fred would have smiled - except his
mouth was full of tit.  "To hell with Amy Whitmore, I have a tit in my
mouth and pussy in my hand!" he thought as he continued to stroke Becky's
crotch.

   Thinking back to what Becky had said about the second baseman and now
her statement about the Short Stop... there had to be a connection... He
couldn't get to second base until he actually touched her tits... He had to
kiss them... and suck them... "Shit, do I have to do those things to her
pussy to get to third base?" he thought.  Becky's breathing and moaning was
regular and labored as he stroked her crotch.  "It's got to be..." he
thought.  Taking his hand away from her crotch, he moved it up to the waist
band of her shorts and inserted his hand into her shorts.  "Ahhhhhh" she
breathed out.  She was wet!  Her panties were soaked.  He could feel the
warm moistness of the air inside her shorts.  He rubbed her pussy through
the soaked underwear a couple of times.  Then he once again moved his hand
from her crotch and found the waist band of her panties.  He slid his hand
down towards her pussy.  Just an inch or so lower than her waist band he
felt the soft pubic hair moist with her juices.  Becky spread her legs
further apart to give Fred full access to her pussy.  His hand roamed
further down.  When he touched her clitoris, Becky moaned loudly and
snorted the word, "YES!" His fingers followed the contours of her pussy as
his hand reached further down, his middle two fingers drawn into her
virginal passage like being pulled by a magnet.

   "GOD THAT FEELS GREAT!" she blurted out.  She had masturbated many
times, but having someone else explore you is unlike the way you would do
it.  There is a difference in touch, in pressure, in the manner that is
similar and dissimilar at the same time.

   He felt the saturated walls of Becky's vagina.  He felt her passage grow
as his fingers invaded the space.  He felt the ripples of her passage as
his fingers moved inward.  He moved his fingers inside of her.  She moaned
heaver.  He started to pull his fingers out of her vagina; she grabbed his
hand through her clothing and pushed it back in.  "More!" she exclaimed. 
He repeated the action about fifteen times.  Her hips were flowing the
rhythm of his stokes.  She spewed a considerable amount of pussy lubricant,
and Fred could hear slushy gushing sounds as his fingers went in and out of
her hole.

   The faster he went the more excited she became.  She craved an orgasm at
that point.

   "Fred, stop!  Get off for a second, she said excitedly.  Fred moved off
her.  He felt the bed move and could hear the sound of her taking off her
shorts and panties.  His nose itched from the towel over his face and he
brought his hand up to scratch it, he could smell her fragrance on his
fingers.  It wasn't like anything he had smelled before.  He sniffed his
fingers, and a drop fell upon his lip.

   He licked his lip to spread the drop, and tasted her juices in the
process.  They say pussy tastes like chicken.  It doesn't, Fred can tell
you it tastes better.  Creamy and warm, sweet and sour, and finger licking
good... That is because when he licked his fingers, he wanted more!  That
is a good thing because what happened next was an unexpected surprise to
Fred.  Becky was now naked except for the tennis shoes and socks.

   "Do you want to get to third base?" Becky asked Fred.

   "More than anything!" Fred replied.

   Rebecca had seen it in her father's video tapes, and wondered how it
felt.

   She moved the pillow under her head, and spread her legs.  She guided
Fred to be knelling at her feet facing her.  Her knees were up, and she was
waiting for him.  "Now lay down on your stomach," she said.  Fred's head
rested just at her pussy.  He could smell her fragrance and that of the
faint scent of flowers or spice he had detected earlier, and the
intoxicating aroma emanating from her pussy.

   His hands we at the side of his head... more precisely on the bed at the
level of his head, but outside of Becky's hips.  She reached down and
pulled them to her tits.  Then she said, "Fred, eat my pussy!"

   Without any more prompting, he proceeded to explore every inch of her
pussy with his tongue and eventually nibbled on her clitoris.  Becky said,
"You have made it to third base Fred." Her legs closed around his shoulders
and her feet rested on his back.  Her thighs came together around his ears.
He could feel her feet dig in to his back a little each time he licked her
clitoris.

   Then it happened.  Her feet dug into his back, her hips rotated until
her ass had pivoted a full ten degrees forward, she grabbed his hair and
pulled his head into her pussy more, she yelled "GOD YES, GOD...
aaaahhhhhhhhggggg!" and then her stomach tightened, all her muscles
clinched, and her pussy erupted with cum and pussy juice filling Fred's
mouth.  He continued to lick away the fluid.  And Becky had another climax.
Not as strong as the first, but harder than any she has had by herself.

   Fred could feel as Becky's body relaxed.  She released her hold on his
hair and relaxed her legs around his head.  Her body straightened into its
normal posture.

   "Fred... You hit a Homerun!" she said.

   "Really?" he asked.

   "Really!" she answered.

   "Now I want you to come up here and lay on your back," she said.  Fred
did as he was instructed.

   "Let's see if I can do the same for you," Becky declared as she reached
out and unfastened his pants.  She pulled them down to his ankles, and then
pulled his shorts down as well.

   She gazed at the erect penis before her.  It wasn't exactly what she
thought it would look like... in the videos, adult size penis was eight to
ten inches, but then again that was an adult, Fred is not an adult.  She
always worried about how she was going to fit something that big into her
pussy.  Fred's was a good size though, four - maybe five inches.  It was
going to be a good size to fit into her pussy.  She smiled.

   "Well, from here on out, I guess I am going to have to call you `Bat
Boy'," she said as she reached out her hand and she cupped the nut sack in
her hand.  Fred winced a little not expecting her cool hands there.  She
felt the balls inside move with her caress.  With her other hand she
wrapped her fingers around the shaft and slowly pumped her hand the entire
length of his penis.  It was only a few minutes or so that Fred started to
moan with the sexual attention he was getting.

   "Do you like sucking tits and eating pussy?" she asked.

   "Yes" Fred replied a little pre-occupied.

   His muscles started to tense.

   Becky stopped her pumping.

   A minute passed.  She continued to cup his balls

   "What is the matter?" Fred asked.

   "Nothing" she answered.

   Another minute passed.  His hardness was softening a bit.

   "So you like eating pussy?" she asked again.

   "Very much" he replied.

   Fred could feel the bed move as she re-positioned herself.  She was
kneeling over his head.  She spread her legs until his lips could just
touch her pussy.  Then she leaned forward and inserted his penis and nut
sack into her mouth.  Her tongue swirled around the hardening shaft.  Her
warm saliva coated his penis and balls.

   Fred commenced licking his favorite female body part once again.

   When he was fully erect again, she sucked as her head bobbed up and down
on his shaft.  She could tell he was about ready to cum when he tensed all
up, his concentration on her pussy had slowed, and the balls in her hand
moved.  She quickened her pace knowing from the videos what was to happen
next.

   And it did... Fred shot a ribbon of cum right into her mouth.  She was a
little surprised and some of the cum fell on Fred's stomach, then another
shot of cum hit her in the face.  Fred yelled a loud grunt.  She grabbed
the penis and started pumping as fast as she could.  Another string of cum
hit her neck and chest.  And another shorter string of sperm rich semen
shot onto his stomach.  She whirled her tongue inside her mouth.  His cum
had a taste like salt water taffy, pineapple juice, chocolate and lime
dipped in salt - all wrapped into one.  Although she would have ordered it
that way, it wasn't a bad combination either.  She reached down and with
her index and middle finger started to scrape the cum from his stomach. 
When her fingers were saturated with the fluid, she rolled off Fred and
spreading her legs, inserted her fingers as far up her vagina as she could.
Repeating the process five of six times, her dream of having cum in her
pussy the first time with a guy was realized.  She rolled over and licked
all the cum from Fred's stomach and wiped the remaining sperm from her face
with her fingers and licked them clean too.

   "What was that?" Fred asked.

   "You don't know?" Becky asked.

   "I have never felt that before," Fred said.

   "That is called an orgasm." Becky replied.  "It is kinda what happened
to me with you at home plate," she continued.

   "Can we do it again?" Fred asked.

   Rebecca looked at the clock.  Her parents would be home in twenty five
minutes, but they might be home early.  "We better not, my parents are due
home," She replied.

   She pulled up Fred's shorts.  Then she pulled up his pants and fastened
them.

   Becky got dressed.  She then removed the towel from Fred's head.  As
they walked down stairs, Becky said, "Well my little bat boy, that is how
you get to home base, and now when the kids tease you, I am sure you most
likely will be the only one who actually ever got past first base." Fred
smiled.  When they reached the front door, Becky opened it for Fred.  As he
walked out the door Becky said, "If you want to come over tomorrow when my
parents are gone, we can run the bases all over again - maybe a couple of
times - Then I will teach you how to slide into HOME BASE!"

   EPILOG

   Dear Diary,

   I taught someone the meaning of running the bases.  Today I let a boy
kiss me, feel me up, lick my tits, eat my pussy and made me cum - twice.  I
gave my first hand job, first blow job and we 69ed.  I saw semen erupt out
of a penis, and I licked it all up, except the fingers full that I shoved
in my pussy.  It was a great day!  Tomorrow, I am going to make him do it
all over again - - - and then have him fuck me for my very first time.

   I think I will ask Mrs.  Rothschild if she could use a babysitter so her
and husband could go on a date sometime!

   Tomorrow is another game - PLAY BALL!



   Disclaimer

   Play Ball is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, situations
and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  People's names in the story may
or may not be similar to actual names; however the process of name
selection for the characters was derived from an electronic process more
akin to chance instead of selecting an actual person's name.  Depictions of
actual products in the story should not be considered either an endorsement
or criticism, but exist in the story only because they occur in the culture
and the reader better understands situations in the story because of the
context.

   (C) 2013 NorthernGent, story is given freely for personal reading
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   I hope you enjoyed the story.  If you have comments or suggestions,
please feel free to contact me.  NorthernGent@Outlook.com