Author's notes: This is a sequel to "Baseball Annie." All characters in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old.
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William "Stretch" Simpson, the rookie first baseman with the Las Vegas Comets, felt really good about what he had done that day and the previous night. In the baseball game, the second of the home stand, he had gotten five hits in as many times at bat, including two home runs and a two-bagger, and had driven in six runs, all personal bests for him in the major leagues. In addition to leading his team to a victory with his bat, he had played superbly at first base, grabbing two errant throws from his teammates that could have resulted in unearned runs for the opposing team and leaping high in the air to rob a batter of what would have been an extra-base hit into the right field corner. The game that day was the best he had ever played, even going all the way back to his days in Little League.
The previous evening had been a great time for him too and he had thought about his sexual adventures all day, especially those with Sylvia Jones, a beautiful young woman he had met after the game. Even during the game on Saturday, his thoughts were about Sylvia's lovely face, long dark brown hair and gorgeous figure. His highly erotic thoughts of her, rather than being an unwanted distraction, had helped inspire him to have his best game ever. Even though Stretch would have taken offense at the suggestion, he felt much like a knight of old might have after an outstanding day in the tilting and impressing his lady fair, who he knew was sitting in the grandstand.
Sylvia also had glorious memories of the previous night's sexual romp. It had been her first time as a baseball Annie, waiting to greet the Comets after the game and it started badly for her. When she flirted with the wrong player, waving at him as he approached, the man's wife or significant other had almost knocked Sylvia to the ground. That part was bad but the subsequent result was better than she could have hoped for. Stretch Simpson had come to her assistance and invited the distressed damsel to join him at the orgy he would be attending after the game. He and some other Las Vegas players had rented a luxury hotel suite where they could take the young baseball groupies they would pick up after the game for some wild and uninhibited sex.
There was nothing Sylvia wanted more than being a part of such an adventure and she sucked and fucked and had her pussy eaten and climaxed multiple times. It was the hottest night she had ever experienced but the very best part was her coupling with Bill Simpson, to use his actual name. She very much wanted more of the same after the game on Saturday afternoon and she was waiting for Bill, but getting somewhat worried. Most of the players had already left the locker room but her tall, red-haired young man had not. When Oliver Flores, who appeared to be the last man to make his exit, approached, Sylvia asked about the man she was awaiting.
"Hi, Ollie. Is Bill still in the locker room?"
Oliver had been at the sex orgy the previous night and had relished the young woman's charms and hoped to do so again but he answered her honestly. For one thing, he and Bill were teammates and would not double-cross each other. For another, there was a voluptuous blonde batting her eyelashes at him and displaying her sumptuous breasts and, for another, he expected to fuck the young woman in front of him as well as the blonde. To Ollie, as to the other players, the blonde and Sylvia, whose name he didn't know, were baseball Annies - young women to be used sexually. They would give pleasure to the ball players and receive it from them but nobody would be expecting anything more than that.
"Bill was being interviewed by the sports writers when I left. He had a terrific game today and they wanted to talk to him about it." After holding out his arm to be taken in the hands of the sexy and easily available blonde, Ollie headed toward his automobile, the last vehicle remaining in the players' parking lot except for Bill's red Buick.
Sylvia was much relieved at hearing that, and even more when she spied a tall, rather gangly man passing through the players' exit and rapidly approaching her. They were glad and somewhat relieved to see each other, and their greeting involved a long kiss and a hug with Bill fondling his woman's ass while she ground her pussy against him. Disappointed, the other waiting women left the locker room area to go to their own vehicles or to bus stops or a nearby bar and Bill and Sylvia hurried to his car. They had been thinking about each other all day, mostly erotic thoughts, and were anxious to turn those daydreams into another sexual escapade even better than the one that had been so great the night before.
On the drive to the hotel, Sylvia sat with her left arm over Bill's shoulders while her right hand fondled his thigh, sometimes caressing the stiff cock that had given her such fond memories. On the previous night, during the same drive, she had felt nothing but lust toward the man beside her but, on that night, she felt a deeper affection, unlike any she had ever felt for any of her other ball-playing sweethearts. She wasn't sure exactly what it was but, as she looked at his angular face with the red hair and mustache, she could feel her heart seeming to call out to him, and reveled in that unusual emotion.
Although there was nobody else in the elevator they rode to the top floor of the hotel, they kept their hands off each other because they didn't want to provide Hotel Security with a free show. The people who monitored the closed circuit televisions in the hallways and elevators knew the Comets players would be bringing women to their suite and liked to watch the ball players during times they believed themselves in a private place. However, once Bill had used his key card to open the door to the suite, they were no longer bound by any kind of propriety. Neither were any of the other people there and the beds and sofas were covered with a tangle of naked bodies. Sylvia remembered the overstuffed chair in the sitting room, saw it was empty, and led her prize stud there.
"Sit here, Billy," she directed him. "You know what I want to do first.
He definitely did and watched lustfully while she knelt before him and divested herself of her scant attire. As he had the previous night, he admired her big, lush breasts with the erect, dark pink nipples but her ass was hidden from him as she leaned forward and started removing his clothing. He helped by taking off his shirt and, in less than a minute, the horny man and woman were equally naked and she was resting her elbows on his thighs and smiling while looking up at him with her big brown eyes. He remembered them quite well and they had been part of the joy they had shared.
His cock was already stiff so Sylvia held it gently in her fingers as she started licking in front of his wrinkled ball sack. Slowly, she drew her caressing tongue up the length of his shaft until the tip was probing the slit in its end. After making a lingual circuit under his swollen glans, she drew her mouth away briefly to lewdly smile up at him. The delay was no more than a few seconds before she started to lower her face, licking the head in concentric circles until the entire tip was nestled between her lips.
For over a minute, she remained in that position, letting her tongue fondle the cock head of her man. Sylvia heard Bill murmuring happily and took delight in the knowledge that she was giving him pleasure. When she felt the time was right, she slowly lowered her face, engulfing his shaft in her mouth. Her tongue continued doing its job, laving the hard cylinder until she felt the tip pressing against the back of her throat. The eager brunette was glad she had learned the art of deep throating because she was able to make a minor adjustment within her mouth and envelop Bill's entire erection, until his red pubic hair was tickling her lips and nose.
With her mouth stuffed full of hard cock, Sylvia looked up and smiled at the man who was cramming her there so well. He couldn't see the expression of her mouth but she knew her eyes were expressive and would display her feelings. After that, she got more serious and started slowly raising her face, still licking the wonderful shaft as her lips stroked it. Bill's big, hard cock was probably the nicest one she had ever had in her mouth, just the right size to fill her warm, wet chamber of joy but not so big as to be painful or stretch her jaw muscles too much.
Everything about the marvelous organ in her mouth was perfect, including the way the skin felt under the wet caresses of her tongue. It was smooth and stretched tightly over the hard roundness of his shaft but the best part, physically at least, may have been the head and the sensation of running her tongue under it while the big mushroom shape was cuddled by her lips.
As great as those sensations were, the emotional ones were even better. It was, after all, her own sweet Billy she was sucking off and that encouraged her to continuing giving him the most fun possible, which was increasing her own pleasure. Sylvia was succeeding in both goals and she could tell that by watching the grimaces of delight that flickered across his face and seeing how his naked body was squirming and writhing in the easy chair and hearing how he was moaning and sighing from the exquisite delights he was receiving from inside her mouth.
Bill was getting more of that than he had ever gotten from any other woman. Everything about the blowjob was the best ever for him, with Sylvia's soft lips gripping his cock perfectly and her tongue sending thrills of intense joy all through his body. Her brown eyes as they looked up at him seemed to be filled with adoration and he could somehow tell she was having almost as fabulous a time as he was. Best of all was that it was his sweet Sylvia who was sharing carnal delights with him. He had been concerned when he left the locker room that she might not have waited for him and was much relieved when he saw that she had.
As Bill had surmised, Sylvia was having a fabulous time with his cock as she moved her face slowly up and down. She was not getting tired of what she was doing - that could never happen - but she did want to do something else she had often enjoyed before so, at the end of one stroke, she took the stiff organ out of her mouth and held it delicately with her fingers. Leaning forward, the sexy young brunette held bill's erection with one hand while her other lifted one breast.
Sensuously, Sylvia rubbed her rigid nipple against the head of the cock she was holding, drawing in her breath sharply at the sudden burst of pleasure that rocketed through her body from the contact. She switched hands to hold her other breast and caress the object of her lust with that nipple, receiving the same powerful sensation. For a minute, she alternated rubbing Bill's cock with her nipples until she decided on another kind of love-making that might be even more fun for her man.
Holding her breasts apart, she rose higher on her knees and leaned in closer. Bill realized what she had in mind and slid lower on the chair until Sylvia was holding her succulent white pillows of flesh over his cock, with one in either hand. She squeezed them together, resulting in the stiff shaft being nestled between her breasts. Slowly, she started moving the delightful channel up and down, fucking herself between her breasts on Billy's rigid organ.
The variety was fun, but not as much fun as filling her mouth with her man's manhood so she stopped after a few minutes and took his cock back between her lips. Once again, she lowered her face slowly, engulfing the whole shaft while her agile tongue stroked its entire length. Sylvia sucked slowly, wanting to make the pleasure last as long as she could while watching Bill's movements until he spoke to her.
