Author: Frederick T.
Title: Finding My Baseball Cards
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: 
Summary:
Keywords: (MF+ oral voy)
Language: English

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           @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is
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Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere 
else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other 
as such.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely  
coincidental.  And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.

                               *** PROLOGUE ***

    I'm sure we all, regardless of our circumstances, had some great times 
while we were growing up.  These are the times that you'll always remember as 
you travel farther and farther from your roots and make your own life in this 
world.  We can't always be happy with our present circumstances but can always 
look back at the good times we had as children.  This is just one of the great 
times I wish I had enjoyed back when I was growing up in the ol' neighborhood.  
Hope you enjoy it !!

                          Finding My Baseball Cards

                             A Backyard Adventure
                                (MF+ oral voy)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

    It was a typical July day for the beach cities that line the coast of 
Southern California - sunny and warm with light winds.  I was up with the sun 
and dying to get out and explore my neighborhood.  My parents had a rule 
though - I can't go looking for my friends or call on them until eight 
o'clock.  So I was cleaning up my room and looking for my baseball cards.  I 
looked and looked but just couldn't find them.  I was lying on my bed when it 
came to me.  I had left them at Jerry's house yesterday afternoon.

    Twenty minutes later I was at Jerry's front door, knocking.  Mrs. Rogers 
answered the door.  She was wearing a bathrobe and some slippers.  I asked her 
if Jerry was home.  "No, honey, he's visiting his father today.  He won't be 
back until tomorrow."  His parents are divorced.  His mom is pretty good 
looking, for an old lady.  She's got much bigger tits than my mom and wears a 
lot more make up.  I mean here it is only eight o'clock and she's all made up, 
with eye shit and lipstick.  My mom only wears that shit when she's going out.  
Mrs. Rogers doesn't invite me in and I'm not going to ask so I kind of back 
away and wave good-by.  I'm about half way back home, which is two houses 
away, when I figure I can't go until tomorrow without my baseball cards 
especially if Jerry isn't going to be around to play with.  There won't be any 
baseball games in his back yard or basketball games at my house.

    I run into my back yard and hop the fence.  I'm in the neighbor's yard and 
slowly make my way across their back lawn on the way to the fence between 
their yard and Jerry's yard.  I make it to the top and now I'm in the openness 
of Jerry's backyard.  His window is in the nearest corner of the house.  I 
sprint across the open yard, imagining that I'm a spy behind enemy lines 
during WW II.

    Jerry always leaves his window open.  Ah !  The enemy didn't lock the 
gates and there is no sentry in sight.  I'm into their secret base.  I've 
located the secret code (my baseball cards - Hey !  I'm eleven; what do you 
expect).  As I'm making my escape back to my secret base I hear some loud 
screaming.  Well, it's not really screaming.  The longer I listen the more it 
sounds like, "Ah !....Ah !....Ah !....Ah !  I put my baseball cards down and 
sneak to the door.  Jerry's bedroom door faces down a short hall.  If you look 
down the hall you can see the door to his sister's room.  Now his sister is a 
hot chick.  No shit !  I'd like to see her naked.  Tits as big as her mom's 
and her mom has big tits.  I'd seen a lot of her mom's tit flesh on the 
mornings I've come over to Jerry's to have breakfast.  She'd cook pancakes for 
us and lean over the table to serve us.  I mean I got an eye full.  I never 
saw her nipples but a lot of white flesh - a great cleavage shot.

    I peer down the dark hall way and see Jerry's mom taking off her robe and 
dropping it to the floor.  Shit - she's naked.  What an ass, with a crack that 
seemed to begin halfway up her back and end at her knees.  As she walks into 
her daughter's bedroom, I realize that the sounds are coming from that 
direction also.  She throws her arms around a figure in the room.  The light 
is dim.  I can't quite make out who or what she throws her arms around, but 
the "Ah !....Ah !....Ah !....Ah !" is coming from that room.  I hear Jerry's 
mom, I think her name is Janice, say, "Come on, Gill, honey.  It's mama's 
turn."

    My eyes are getting used to the dim light.  I can see Janice clearly now 
and make out Gill standing against the edge of the bed moving his hips back 
and forth.  Janice is trying to keep up with his rhythm.  I can see the side 
of one of her tits as it hangs down below the arm that she has wrapped around 
Gill's neck.  God, I hope she turns this way so I can see her nipples and 
hair.  I feel a tingling in my groin.  I reach down and adjust my dick.  It's 
getting hard like it does sometimes in the morning.

    "Mother !  Get your hands off of him, you had him most of the night."  It 
was Jerry's sister, Joyce.  Like I said a real cute chick.  Dark hair like her 
mother.  She was nineteen and just out of high school.  She bussed tables at 
some Hollywood restaurant and usually got home real late.  Jerry said that she 
sometimes doesn't come home at all but spends the night with Gill.  Let me 
tell you in 1959 that was a big deal.  Janice moves to the side of the bed 
giving me a full frontal view and was it great !!!  My eyes couldn't leave her 
tits and nipples.  Wow !  Did she have tremendous tits ?  But then, these were 
the first real tits I'd ever seen except for my mother's.  Who wants to look 
at their mother's tits ?

    Janice quickly moved out of my view and I only got a glimpse of the dark 
hair growing on her lower belly.  I was real disappointed and eager to see 
more.  The way Gill was pumping his hips, I figured that he was too busy to 
notice me crawling down the hall on my stomach.  It took forever for me to 
reach the door to Joyce's bedroom but the time was well spent.  Joyce was on 
her knees at the edge of the bed, bent over at the waist with her head buried 
in a pillow.  I could see one of her large breasts being squashed into the 
mattress.  Gill was pumping his hips against her rear end.  God, I wish he 
would step out of the way and let me see her ass.

    Not very exciting but glancing at the head of the bed was a gold mine.  
Janice was sitting with her back up against the head board with one of her 
knees up and spread.  One of her hands was rubbing all the hair between her 
legs.  Wow !  Did she have a lot.  "Come on, Gill, honey.  Mama's hungry for 
some of that dick you're giving my daughter."  Gill grunts a couple of times 
and stops pumping on Joyce's rear.  I freeze as he turns towards me.  He walks 
around the end of the bed toward Janice still sitting with her back against 
the head board.  Joyce doesn't move and I get the best shot of her ass, I 
mean, like heaven.  Her cheeks are spread and I can see all the hair between 
her legs.  Much of the hair between her legs looks wet and in the midst of her 
hair is slit of pink skin that is real slippery looking.  Something is 
dripping out of that pink slit.  The crotch of my jeans feels real 
uncomfortable.  I don't think my dick has ever been this hard in the morning.  
I begin to grind my dick against the floor.  Hey !  This feels pretty good.

    I get tired looking at Joyce's ass as she is just kneeling there with her 
butt up in the air.  I look towards the head of the bed and can see.....Oh !  
Shit, I can't believe this.  Jerry's mom is licking Gill's dick !!  Now Gill's 
dick is in her mouth !!  No shit, I swear.  I know now that if I'm caught, 
I'll really get it.  I'm starting to get scared but can't make myself move 
from the spot.  Gill's dick is now hard and long like mine is in my pants.  He 
pulls Janice around and pushes her onto her back.  He's lying on top of her 
and starts pumping again.  Janice is now making all kinds of sounds, yelling, 
screaming, moaning; you name it she's making it.  Joyce has crawled over and 
is kissing Gill.  This is too much for me and I wiggle back down the hall.  I 
can hear Joyce yelling, "Fuck her, Gill, fuck her fat ass off.  Come on fuck 
her hard."

    I'm through the window and out onto the grass, streaking toward the fence.  
The boner in my pants having gone down very little, makes it difficult to run.  
I'm over the fence and hiding in the corner of my neighbor's yard.  I can hear 
my mother call me.  Why would she be doing that ?  She only calls at lunch 
time ?  I wait for the calls to subside and sprint across my neighbor's back 
lawn and hop the fence.  I can't believe it's lunch time already.....What a 
morning !!

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