Baseball is mostly played over the summer. Most of the amateur teams in each micro-league are within a day's drive of each other. The use of hired cross-country buses took the driving off the players and coaches. However, nobody wants to sit in sweat-soaked clothes for even a few hours. Some games are played at local colleges, which often have plenty of free time on their baseball diamonds.
What do you do when two co-ed adult (18+ years old) teams both need locker rooms and there are only two locker rooms available? Depending on the severity of the rivalry, putting women from both teams in one locker room, and the men all in the other, could get messy. Making one team wait til the other finishes could take too long. Another option is to make both locker rooms co-ed, which opens a whole new set of possibilities. How to decide? Some might let the visiting team go first, since they'd have a longer trip home. Others might do a coin toss. A few might even put it to a vote.
The Midtown Marauders and the Uptown Prancers had a game at the college in Uptown. Midtown was in another city about 4 hours away. The two teams had won their micro-leagues, and this playoff game was for bragging rights in the western part of their state. It was a hot, sweaty day, and with all the sliding into home plate, most players wound up covered in dust, which became mud thanks to all their sweat. Nobody wanted to ride home like that.
The coaches for the opposing teams discussed the matter. Uptown was nominally the home team, but the college was neutral territory. They couldn't agree which team should go first, so decided to put it up for a vote. Unfortunately, the vote tied. Then one player had the bright idea of going together. That sparked the question of whether they should go by team or gender. After lots of wise cracks about "sizing up the other team," one of the players suggested trying coed showers. That got a lot of snickering, but then when the idea had a few minutes to sink in, several players for both teams began to like the idea of "sizing up their own teammates," and that settled the matter. Some players were skeptical, but willing to keep an open mind.
"No touching anybody else without their consent," the Midtown coach told all the players. "I know it's tempting, but keep your hands to yourselves unless given permission."
"Yes, coach," the players intoned, some petulantly, others relieved they weren't being thrown to the suspected wolves and she-wolves on their teams.
They retired to their assigned locker rooms. Undressing was awkward for some as performance anxiety and body anxiety struck. Others were thrilled to see what their teammates looked like under their uniforms. Several men were quickly aroused by the females. A few women were also turned on by the proud pricks in the room.
UPTOWN PRANCERS
They started showering with the men on one side and the women on the other. This story will focus on the Uptown Prancers. Attributes in the table are in inches: female bust and bra cup, waist, hips; male fully erect cock size; height.
position gender first name last name Attributes Height
catcher1 f Alicia Locke 40d-34-38 61
catcher2 m Bob York 6 68
center1 m Jon Cole 9 67
center2 f Lynn Lamb 36d-33-35 64
Coach F Betty Brown 38d-34-38 65
first1 m Don Dixon 10 66
first2 f Jane Moore 39d-33-37 63
Left1 f Jenny Myer 37c-32-35 61
Left2 m Dave Kurtz 7 71
pitcher1 f Daisy Jones 38c-30-35 61
pitcher2 m Jim Davis 7 62
right1 f Stacey Parks 32b-28-33 62
right2 m Harry Dicks 11 69
second1 f Donna Jenkins 34b-29-33 65
second2 m Larry Smith 9 66
short1 m Lester Lyons 8 63
short2 f Angie Allen 33b-29-33 62
third1 f Jill Wilson 36c-32-36 65
third2 m Lloyd Adams 7 70
"I see Harry lives up to his name," Alicia quipped.
"Back at you," Harry retorted.
"Don's got a nice Dixon," Stacey stated.
"Think you could handle it?" Don taunted.
"Let's keep it clean, folks," Bob requested. "Mud first, mayhem second."
Each player focused on getting themselves clean, while sizing up the other side of the shower bay. By the time they were all washed and rinsed, all the guys had full-on-boners. Some of the gals were wet from more than water between their legs.
"Well," Lynn began, "what have we here?"
"A bunch of horny bastards," Angie observed. "Question is, how many of us gals are up for helping their situations?"
A few women put their hands up quickly, with the rest slowly following suit.
"Now, how do we pair off?" Jill asked.
"By field position," Daisy offered.
"I always wanted to try a big dick," Stacey practically drooled.
"I've always been a breast man," Bob admitted, eyeing Alicia's ample chest.
"Let's get it on!" Larry yelled.
They paired off by field position, and began to negotiate sexual positions.
ALICIA AND BOB
"I've always wanted a tit job," Bob told Alicia.
"I get that a lot," she replied.
"What would you like?" he asked.
"I've always been a bit curious about anal sex," she said, sheepishly.
"How about a quick tit job before I take you from behind?" he countered.
"Done," she agreed. She knelt down and let him put his 6-inch rod between her 40D's. A gob of spit from each of them would have to do for lube. She gave him a few minutes between her melons, then stood up, turned around, and bent over.
"Soap will have to do for lube," he noted.
"Hopefully it'll be enough," she agreed, skeptically.
He soaped up his stick, and aimed it at her waiting butt hole. Damn, she was a tight ass.
"Loosen up a little," he directed.
She tried to loosen up, afraid she might let a little something out. Now he was able to begin to enter her from the rear.
"That's it," he encouraged her. A little more liquid soap on his shaft eased the insertion. "How's that?"
"Like the biggest turd I've crapped in a long time," she answered. "Now, let's try actually fucking, but slowly."
He started easing his cock out til just the head was still inside her, then pushed back in a little faster than the first time.
"AAAHHHH," she moaned.
"AAAHHHH as in feels good or hurts like hell?" he asked.
"Some of both, but keep going and we'll see which way it heads."
He kept the slow pace going for several more cycles.
"Getting better," she told him. "Can you reach my pussy?"
He could, and started diddling her labia with his fingertips.
"Much better," she purred. "Can you get a finger inside my cunt?"
He tried, but only got the end of his middle finger.
"I might do better if we sat down," he offered.
"I'm not sure I could manage to let you back in," she worried.
"There is another option," he countered.
"OH?" she asked.
"Cowgirl," he offered.
"You want to fuck my pussy?"
"Hell, yes," he replied vigorously.
"OK, then, but wash your cock first," she agreed.
He went to an empty corner, washed his wang, and found Alicia flat on her back; legs spread.
