Playing Ball
By Little Bree
LttlBree@Yahoo.com
(m+/f, nc, teens)

Authors Note: This is the first naughty story that Ive ever managed to finish. I dont think its my best work, but its my most not-incomplete. If its well received, or received at all, Id really like to write more. If it feels like no one is actually reading it, Ill probably wallow in self-pity and not post or write other things.  What Im trying to say is, please write and let me know what you think!  You can send me an email (lttlebree@yahoo.com) or use ASSTRs handy email submission form (see the author list and click email next to my name).  Or just visit my webpage (http://www.asstr.org/~Little_Bree/) and leave a comment. Even if youre spent from orgasm (especially if youre spent from orgasm!) and can only manage two or three word emails (good story or that story sucked) you will totally make my day.  I also promise to answer emails, too, unless you tell me I shouldnt or your message implies that.  

Standard Disclaimer stuff: This should not be read by or provided to anyone under 18 (or 21 depending on your local laws) and should definently not be read in countries that forbid this sort of thing (Im looking at you English-speaking Saudi porn-hounds).  Remember that this is fantasy, and if you feel any urge to act out the things you read in my story, please get professional help. 

Special thanks to Gurl_Luver for the encouragement to actually finish something. You are highly encouraged to also check out his stories on Asstr.org. 

xo
Bree



	Shes got a decent arm, Coach Mike Hammer  said as he stared out from the dugout. For a girl.

	Not a bad ass, either, said Ed Kotch, his assistant coach. Wouldnt mind showing her how to handle a bat.

	Both men laughed as the batter knocked another of Jenny Mitchells fastballs over the left field fence. 

	Jenny didnt look like a softball player. She was a petite little thing, maybe 5-foot-2, with boobs a smidge too big for a gymnast and a smidge too small for a cheerleader.  In any other context, Mike wouldnt have minded a few hours to sit back and stare at her. 

	How bad does she have to be before we can cut her? Ed asked.

	Pretty bad, Mike said. Awful, really.

	The school board had decided a month ago, despite Mikes impassioned objections, to merge Filmore Highs girls softball and boys baseball teams.  There was a serious budget deficit, and someone had cleverly noted that the rules dont actually prohibit girls playing in the boys leagueonly vice versa.  Of course that meant Mike had been forced to cut players from his championship-ready team to make room for girls who were just dead-weight on the roster. Neither he nor his players were thrilled about that.  

	Another ball disappeared into the outfield. Thats not awful yet? Ed asked.

	I wish it was, said Mike.

	Hed done all he could to make the girls feel unwelcome. They were one team, he said, and that meant they all did the same workouts50 pushups meant 50 pushups, and hed hear none of this nonsense about girls not having the same upper body strength.  Most of the girls, and Tom Joyner his overweight center fielder,  had quit by the end of the second weeks practice.  Jenny was the one that just wouldnt quit.

	And we have to let her play? Ed asked. His voice was almost pleading.

	Maddigan ll run me out of here in a heartbeat if I dont let her start, he said.  

	The exodus of girls from his team hadnt escaped the notice of Principal Ellen Maddigan. That grizzled old dyke had called every single one of those girls into her office and grilled them to make certain old Coach Hammer hadnt made them quit. Mike knew if even one of them had cried foul, Maddigan wouldve canned his ass. Thankfully none of them did. 

	Ed was incredulous. But we cant put her in the rotation. The chick can barely throw overhand. We wont even make it to state, much less win.   

	Mike sighed. I know, he said. I fucking know.   

	He watched his right-fielder scampering over the outfield fence to collect balls. After that many home runs, theyd run out.   

	Seen enough? Ed asked. The sun was starting to set.

	Of course, Mike said as he stood to leave. Make her throw another bucket, though.  Her ego can only take so much, right?

	Ed laughed. One would think. He trotted out to the mound to lecture the teenage girl on the flaws in her motion.  

	Mike shook his head and made his way inside. There was paperwork to be done, and he didnt have the stomach for another hour of this. 

***

	Paperwork turned into a two hour screaming match with the ex-wife.  Apparently his daughter was shacking up with the latest boyfriend, and his ex thought it was unreasonable for Mike to stop paying her rent. You taught her to be a fucking slut, hed angrily shouted, You fucking pay for her.   He figured hed hear from her lawyer in the morning.  He felt a little guilty about slurring his kid, but it needed to be said. 

	The sun had long since set, and Mike didnt expect any of his players to still be hanging around.  He was surprised, then, to find Jenny outside the gym with her headphones on.  She smiled and waived when she saw him. 

	Hey coach, she said. 

	What are you still doing here? He asked. Its late.

	My mom cant get me til she gets off work.  Shell be here soon.
	
	Mike cocked an eyebrow. You shouldnt be out here by yourself, kiddo. Its not safe. 

	She shrugged. I guess its good you made me do all that running, she said with a little giggle, Ill be ready to run away if I have to!

	In her street clothes, with her hair wetted and pulled back from the shower, Jenny actually looked younger than her 15 years. Mike couldnt help but feel protective, even if she was a giant pain in his ass. 

	Well I cant leave you sittin out here. Can I give you a ride? 

	Sure, she said, smiling gratefully, if you dont mind.

	Not at all, he said. It was a lie, but it beat sitting here to wait for her mother. 

	Mike didnt feel much like chatting.  Once hed figured out where to take her, he left the sports talk turned up loud enough to fill the silence, and hoped shed take the hint.   Thankfully, she did.

	Mad Man Murphy was talking baseball.  Theyre morons! he shouted. The Rangers need new blood on the mound. They dont need another power hitter thats gonna flop like Rodriguez!  This was a dumb trade, with a capital D.   He took a call, and Danny from Austin couldnt agree more.

	These guys are morons, Jenny said softly. 
	
	You think? Mike asked.

	Yeah, she said, its like they havent even been paying attention. That was like the perfect trade. Jacksons in the final year of his contract and he still cant manage 3 solid innings, and Rodriguez cant hit because they walk around him to get to McNammara every time. Rodriguez has a .300 average and more RBIs than anybody else in the American league. Hes awesome!

	Mike was a little dumbstruck. You know your stuff, little girl. 

	Jenny giggled. I obsess a little, I know. Sorry.

	s quite alright, he said. I just didnt expect it. Most girls your age root for the prettiest uniform if they watch at all.

	Im weird, she said shyly.

	What got you so into it? He prodded.

	My dad, she answered, before he died. He pitched. Not like professional, but you know, semipro. He couldve played pro ball, but it didnt work out. You know, cause I happened.  But he taught me everything.

	I can see, Mike said. I guess thats why youre sticking with the team, huh? 

	Sort of, she said with a slight crack in her voice. Mike couldnt look over to see if she was welling up, but he figured she might be. We used to play together, him and me. He taught me everything about how to pitch and stuff.  I feel like hed want me to keep at it, you know?

 	Makes sense, sweetheart. 

	There was an awkward silence as they listened to Mad Man rant. 

	You want me to quit, dont you? she said. 

	Of course not! he shot back, a little too quickly.

	Im not dumb, coach Hammer. I know thats why you make me throw all those extra balls and run all of those laps. You wanted all the girls to quit. She said, though it wasnt an angry accusation.  I know Im not as good as some of the guys, she said. I just really want to be good enough. If I keep at it I know I can be.

	Im sure you can be, Jenny, Mike said. He didnt bother to dispute her accusations.

	They pulled into her house, a modest ranch place near the edge of town. Thanks for the ride, coach, she said, chipper as always.

	Any time, Jenny, he said.  Mike wished he hadnt talked to her. She was a really sweet kid. If shed just quit his team, hed really like her. 

***


	Jennys first start was everything theyd expected and more. Six homeruns, eight batters walked, and two batters beaned. On two occasions, she didnt manage to clear the plate.  The umpires called the game in the 4th inning when Filmore was trailing 18 to 2, citing the mercy rule.  For a team with serious championship ambitions, it couldnt have been more devastating.
	Jenny, the unanticipated girl, had to wait to use the visiting-team showers until the boys had cleared out, so she was still alone getting dressed as the humiliated boys on the idling team-bus let their coach know what they thought of their pitcher. 
	They didnt beat around the bush.
	You gotta cut the bitch, Coach! Said Jimmy Clay, the team captain. His teammates shouted their agreement. 
	Guys, I cant, Mike said, shouting back at the bus. Its not my decision.
	But she sucks! Someone shouted. 
	Mike took a deep breath. I know, he said. Believe me, I know. But I cant cut her. Im doing everything I can to make her quit, you know I am. 
	Were not even gonna make it to state though, coach. I need a scholarship if I wanna play college ball. I cant let that little bitch fuck that up!  It was Jimmy again.
	Mike was exacerbated.  He agreed with them. He wanted to cut her. He really did. Guys, I cant do anything, he said. If you want rid of her, you gotta convince her to quit. Shes not getting cut.
	The boys just looked forward dejectedly. 
	Ok, coach, Jimmy said. We understand.
	In hindsight, Mike probably shouldve chosen his words more carefully, because thats when the hazing started. 
	Hazing was nothing new at Filmore. Mike knew his players had their traditions, and he knew it was better not to ask about what went on in the locker room and at post-game parties. It was all part of belonging to a team, and theyd done the same thing when Mike was in high school.
	Jennyd escaped the locker room hijinx by virtue of a separate locker room, and the traditional pink bellies and beatings arent so appealing when the hazees a tiny girl. They had to be creative with her, which is why Mike wasnt shocked the second time someone hoisted her bra and panties over the batters box, and actually laughed after the Milwater game when each boy onto the bus had tossed his jock strap in her embarrassed direction.  All part of the process, he figured.
	Maddigan though, felt differently. Theyre torturing that girl, shed snarled in what Mike believed was her first trip ever to his dugout. Your team is out of control!
	Ellen, relax, he said. Its kids stuff. They arent gonna hurt her.
	This isnt kids stuff, Coach Hammer. She refused to be so personal as to call him Mike. Ive had two janitors scrubbing her name off of bathroom walls all week. This is intimidation! 
	Mike knew he wasnt gonna win this one. Ill see what I can do to calm em down a bit, he said. You know how kids are, they just got carried away.
	I expect youll rein them in, A-S-A-P. 
	Mike rolled his eyes, but the principal pretended not to notice. Of course, he said, whatever you want.
	She stormed away without further pleasantries. 
	Shit, said Ed, whod sat by silently during the scolding, I thought the bra and panty thing woulda got her all hot and bothered!
	Mike laughed. Jimmy, he said to his Captain, who was sitting not far over from Ed.   Tell the boys to cut the crap. No more hazing the princess. 
	But coach he started.
	No more, Jimmy! Im not going to lose my job over this.
	You said we could convince her to quit, Jimmy argued. 
	She aint quittin kid. You did your best. 
	t wasnt our best, Coach. Wasnt even close to our best! 
	No more hazing, Jimmy. I mean it.
	Jimmy looked dejected. Ok, Coach, he said. No more hazing.
	Even as he said it, Mike didnt believe it. All part of the tradition, he thought. All part of the tradition. 

***

      Office time dragged on again. Mikes daughter was displeased with having been called a slut, something he denied having said. It was a classy move on his ex-wifes part, passing that little slip back to the kid.  A sobbing phone calld turned into surrender, and hed agreed to pay her rent with money he didnt actually have. Meanwhile, he thought, his ex and her boyfriend were living in sin off his alimony. For a mans world, he thought, this one  sure sides with th the bitches an awful lot.  
      It was dark again when he left the office.  He fully expected to be alone in the parking lot, and he was. He was surprised, though, to see his team still out on the field. Ed shouldve sent them home over an hour ago.  There were rules about keeping kids too late after school, and the last thing he needed was another Maddigan tongue lashing.  He dropped his bag in the car and hiked back towards the field. 
	The boys were all clustered around the mound, he saw as he moved closer, and he worried that someone was hurt. His quickened his pace. 
	He was about to shout out to the players when he first heard the moaning, and stopped dead in his tracks.  There was a low hum of chatter coming from the players, but through that noise, he could hear the distinct sounds ofwellit sounded like sex. Grunting and panting and definitely a high pitched moaning. 
	Mike crept closer, sticking to the shadows as he slipped into the dark dugout to get a closer look at what was happening.  It was hard to see for certain in the dark, but it didnt take a genius to guess, and he knew he should stop it. He would stop it, he thought. Soon. 
	In the pale light, from his dugout perch Mike could finally make out Jennys tiny form, pinned down in the dirt of the mound.  It was hard to tell through the crowd who it was laying on top of her, or what he was doing, but the boy was positioned for sex and Jenny was clearly lying prone.  Mike breathed deep as his cock grew impossibly hard in his trousers. He wanted to watch, he realized, but he knew he couldnt. What if someone saw him? He stood momentarily frozen, thoughts of the pretty blonde pinned there on her back racing through his now horny brain. Being in charge sucked!
	Mike tried to adjust his cock so that it was trapped in the waist band of his shorts, but anyone who looked close probably wouldnt be fooled. He hoped the dark would cover for him. 
	Whats going on out here?! He shouted as he stormed onto the field, the reluctant authority figure. 
	The boys circled around, forming a wall and hoping that their coach hadnt already spied Jenny behind them. Nothing, coach, they said, in accidental unison. 
	Just, um, practing, said Billy Hooper, a sophomore secondbaseman. 
	Yeah, practicing, said Mark Scott, the center fielder. 
	Stand aside, Mike said, I can see her back there.
	The boys, seemingly contemplating their now-absent options, hesitated before moving aside. 
	Jenny was there on the ground, a wad of pink cloth stuffed in her mouth and tears streaming down her pretty, dirt-streaked face. She was naked, save for the ball cap held on by her pony tail, and the tattered remains of a tshirt that didnt cover anything but her shoulders. Jimmy Clay was between her legs, his cock still stiff and buried in her cunt as he looked up at his coach. 
      This is between us, coach, the boy said, a wicked rage evident in his voice. You shouldnt be out here. 
	Jenny stared up at Mike pleadingly, her big brown eyes still welling with tears. Jimmy, at well over 6 looked like a giant impaling the petite little girl, and she was clearly in pain. 
	Jimmy, Mike said, unsure what he could say, you cant do this. Shes just a he trailed off. She was just a what? A kid? So were they. 
	Jimmy bucked his hips hard into Jenny and made her wince. Were already doing it, coach, he said as he resumed his rhythmic sawing in and out of her pussy. 
	Mike stood frozen, watching helplessly as his 18 year old captain raped the poor freshman girl. Sure, he was in charge, but what could he do? Jimmy was righttheyd already raped the girl. Whether they stopped now or continued all night, the consequences would be the same.  If Mike tried to stop them, they would only turn on him, and a middle-aged man was no match for 20 athletic teenage boys.  Please, Jimmy, Mike said, simply because he had to say something.
	Fuck the bitch, shouted one of the boys, as another implored Jimmy to fill her up!  Mikes pleading could barely rise above the tin as the others eagerly joined in. Recognizing their coachs apparent powerlessness, the other boys resumed groping Jennys breasts and legs while Jimmy savagely fucked her.  I bet shes tight, said a boy. She better be! said another. She wont be after this, said a third. 
	Jimmy seemed to enjoy hurting the girl, and as his orgasm built they could see him slamming himself harder and harder against her slender body. His cock had already disappeared as far as it would go in her, but Jimmy clearly wasnt content with just fucking her deep.  Finally, after several furious minutes of spread-legged pumping, Jimmy pulled out of her pussy and made a point of cumming all over her naked chest.  The other boys laughed, and traded high fives with their conquering captain.  
	Mike stared down at Jenny, who was lying, chest heaving from her heavy breathing, with her legs parted to afford an unobstructed view of her newly-violated pussy.  The girl had a gorgeous body, tight in all the right places and perky where it mattered. Her tiny stature made her all the hotter, as the innocent appeal of her childish features contrasted with the sordid reality of her current predicament.  Mikes cock was swelling, tenting out in his pants, but he fought the urge to stroke it. 
	With little pause, another senior, Jeff Taylor, knelt down and mounted the pretty girl. There was cheering and more lewd taunts.  Mike stood transfixed. 
	Whats the matter, slut? Jeff taunted as he thrust in and out. Dont want more cock?  
	Jenny shook her head no, the only thing she could have done, and the boys all laughed. Jeff never let up his pace, but he made a cruel point to spit in Jennys face, to the delight of the crowd. Thats tough shit, cunt, he snarled, cause youre getting everybody!  More cheers. Jeff pulled out and came her face, then another boy took his place. 
	The fourth boy, the last of the seniors, Tyler Quick, made her crawl. The black boy from the south reaches of Filmore joked that he loved to see little white asses in the air! before he grabbed her hips and took her doggy style.  
      Billy Hooper knelt in front her, whispering things in her ear that Mike couldnt hear, before whipping his own cock out and dangling an erection in her face. He pulled the panties out of her mouth, but  Jenny was too dazed or too innocent to know what he wanted as the head of his dick slapped against her cheek.  Billy was determined, though. He coldly pulled his hand back and slapped her hard across the face. Suck it, bitch! he shouted. Suck it or Ill break your teeth out!  Jenny meekly took the penis in her mouth, but Billy pulled out frustrated and unspent moments laterclearly unhappy with the way she sucked dick. He forced her panties back in her mouth and waited his turn to plow her other end. 
      As Tylers pace quickened and the end of Jennys fourth rape drew near, Mike was finding it impossible to pretend he wasnt enjoying the show. The fact that hed be fired for this, that hed likely end up in prison, had stopped bothering him. He was only interested in seeing Jenny Mitchell get gang raped like a little whore.  He had a shitty family, and a shitty job. Jennyd ruined the one thing in his life that was going wellthis team, and now she was getting her just desserts. How could he not enjoy that?
      He could not enjoy that, he scolded himself, because she was just a little girl. She didnt even look like a woman yet, just an innocent little child. Her only sin was wanting to play baseball, to make her dead father proud. It wasnt her fault she suckedit was biology--and she was the hardest worker he had.  Grown men dont let this sort of thing happen!
      Tyler came, blowing his load deliberately in Jennys now dirty-matted hair. The juniors scrambled to decide their pecking order, knowing they got next dibs on the girls pussy.  Mike knew it was time to reclaim his authority.
      Stop! he shouted. The boys clearly heard the seriousness in his voice, and even backed away as he stepped between the mob and Jenny. Just fucking stop, he said.  They could overpower him if they wanted to, he knew it and they knew it, but he was their coach and he was still the alpha dog on this field. You goddamn animals. Thats a person youre doing this to! 
      He looked down at Jenny. She was battered and worn out, clearly exhausted, but there was hope in her eyes.  There was also a pair of panties in her mouth, and a perfect set of the most magnificent tits heaving on her narrow chest, just over a taut flat stomach and a sexy strip of light brown bush that led to the.Mike caught himself and stopped. 
      I told you to get lost, coach, said Jimmy. This doesnt concern you.
      This is my fucking team, Jimmy. It all concerns me. He was snarling now, Dont ever tell me this shit doesnt concern me. 
      Behind him, Jennyd crawled to sit, pulling her knees up to her chest in a most ineffective effort to shield her body from their eyes and further assaults. God damn it, Mike thought, if it didnt make her look that much cuter. 
      Come on, coach, said Tyler, smiling broadly. We know you liked the show so far. We can all see that!  The boys all laughed, as sure enough Mikes cock had tented out his trousers in a manner that couldnt be concealed.  Mike blushed red, cursing himself for it. 
      That doesnt change anything, Mike snapped.  You guys should know better than 
      You should fuck her, interrupted Jimmy. 
      Excuse me? said Mike.
      Fuck her, repeated Jimmy. You know, put your cock in her? Shes got a fuckin sweet pussy. 
      Mike was caught off guard by that and had no idea how to respond as the other players joined in shouting out for him to join in their torment. The proposal did not help his erection situation. 
      Im not going to fuck her, Mike protested, though he was being ignored now. 
      Bobby and Jimmy yanked Jenny to her feet and dangled her in front of their coach. Come on, Coach Hammer, Said Jimmy as he pawed at her crotch, this is the best pussy youll ever have. Then He brought the hand up to squeeze her breast. Tits arent bad either! 
      Jimmy, stop, Mike pleaded. He couldnt fuck her, he knew, though it was too late to convince the boys of that. They could tell he wanted to, and he couldnt deny it. 
      Coach, Tyler whispered over his shoulder, you already stood and watched us do it. If we get in trouble, youre already going down with us.  Might as well get some action first, right?
      Mike closed his eyes, visibly torn. Tyler was right. He was already in too deep. Still, he couldnt just abandon his morals because there wouldnt be further consequences. He had a daughter for Gods sake! He had a daughter who wasprobably currently impaled on some snot-nosed college kids dick in a room that he was paying for out of the shitty salary that a dyke bitch was probably going to snatch away from him anyway.  This was what his life had become, he realized. This was pitiful. The sensation of sinking his cock into a tight 15 year old snatch might actually be worth losing this shitty lot over. 
      He looked again at Jenny, who was clearly terrified and utterly humiliated. The boys had wrecked her, denied her humanity and turned her into nothing more human than a pussy and a pair of tits. She needed his help. 
      So he reached out and slid a hand between her legs. He felt the warm wet lips of her pussy, and dipped a finger into her.  My, that does feel like good pussy, he said with  a smile. An enthusiastic roar went up from his team as he put his arms around her tiny waist and lifted her up away from Jimmy and Bobby, to lay her back down on the ground. Her expression conveyed shock and terror, wide eyed and panicked. Mike yanked the panties out of her mouth; he wanted to hear her, and no one was around to hear her shouts anyway. 
      You should have quit, he said, towering over her vulnerable little body as he unbuckled his belt and slid out his cock. 
      please she pleaded, dont! 
      Mike knelt down and put a hand behind each of her legs, pushing back to force her knees up to her chest. Her pussy lips, displayed as clearly as theyd been since he started watching, were small and tight. Her loved that, and his dick felt even harder. 
      Even after four cocks had violently plowed into her, Jenny Mitchell was still the tightest pussy Mike had ever felt. It squeezed him hard, but he still made a cruel point of forcing it in all the way on the first thrust. Fifteen year old cunt, he thought, is fabulous cunt. She was sobbing uncontrollably beneath him, and that made him want to hurt her even more.  
      Did you daddy teach you this part of the game, too, cunt?  
      He didnt expect an answer, and she didnt give him one. She was dead inside, as the coach mauled her teenage flesh to a vile chorus of jeers and taunts. 
      Mike felt bliss. He felt control. He had his revenge on every bitch ass woman thatd ever ruined his life, and little Jenny got to be all of them at once. 
      Get ready,  he said, as he fucked her faster, Im gonna cum in your little whore twat! 
      Jenny found new energy as she struggled and protested. No! she shouted, Please! Im not on the pill! 
      Mike had assumed as much when he watched the boys pull out, but he didnt care. Not my problem, he snarled as he thrust even harder and felt the rush of spunk filling her teenage womb. 
      Mike collapsed on top of her, virtually smothering her beneath his wider body. Her shaking sobs reassured him he hadnt actually crushed her as he spent moments recovering, savoring the ecstasy of that perfect fuck. You have an amazing pussy, he said as he lifted off. He didnt expect her to take the compliment.
      Mike stood and shook the last drops of sperm from his softening dick. Alright, he said, the slut needs a shower. Be sure to scrub her good and clear out by 10. He looked Jenny over one more time, and felt an urge to go for seconds. Ill be in my office.  There were cheers as the boys carried their naked victim towards the mens locker room. 
      
***
      Mike didnt chaperone Jennys two hour shower in the open mens shower room. He had no doubt that all 20 of his players had their chance to fuck her, and he expected a few had gone back for more.  
      Hed called his daughter, and confessed to having called her a slut, just like her motherd said. He told her what he thought of her idiot boyfriend and that she could pay her own fucking rent. She cried, and he didnt care.
      At quarter to 10, before he expected the janitors to be by, Mike finally checked in on the orgy again. Most of the boys had left by then, due at parties or jobs or wherever else kids go on Friday nights. Tyler and Jimmy were leaning naked against the wall, clearly spent while they watched Bobby wiggling the narrow end of a metal baseball bat in Jennys pussy. 
      Not so virgin now, are you slut? Bobby taunted, confirming Mikes suspicion that tonightd been Jennys deflowering. Of course, he thought with a laugh, it was probably Bobbys too. 
      Thats enough, Mike said, let her up and get her dressed. You all need to be out of here.
      They put her in a practice jersey three sizes too big and tied a belt around the waist so that it looked, without careful observation, like a dress on the short girl. Theyd already thrown the rest of her clothes in a bag that Jimmy intended to burn somewhere far away. 
      The boys left soon after, and Mike put Jenny in his car to take her home. You really should have just quit with the rest of them, he said as he drove. You shouldve known better.
      Jenny was indignant, tears still rolling down her cheek.  She sat in silence for half the ride.  Then she spoke without prompting. I dont quit, she said, pursing her lips defiantly. Im not quitting. 
      Mike looked over at her. Clearly it was taking every ounce of will power she had to take her stand. She was visibly shaking, and Mike suspected it had less to do with trauma than nerves. Is that so?
      You cant make me quit, she said. I want to pitch. You cant stop me.
      Mike swallowed hard. Would she report him?  I could cut you, you know. Itd be better if you quit, but I could cut you. Youre a terrible pitcher.
      She sat choking on her own tears for a pregnant pause. You cant, she finally said, her voice cracking. You cant cut me, because Ill tell.
      Now Mike was silent. Pangs of regret and images of his more dismal future flashed through his mind.
      You raped me, she said. If you cut me, Ill tell. Ill tell everyone. 
      He was caught off guard. If? If he cut her?  
      Mike reached over callously, and lifted the hem of the little girls jersey skirt.  She was sobbing and distraught, and he wanted badly to finger her slit.  He could feel her tense, and she stared straight ahead, but she didnt stop him.
      So you cant cut me, she said, still defiant, like she somehow had the power. Maybe she needed that, he thought. 
      I wont cut you, he said. He pushed his finger all the way into her pussy, which moistened reflexively despite Jennys obvious discomfort at the new molestation.
      Good, she said, voice still cracking and tears still rolling.
      Mike pulled off the highway into the unit parking lot by the picnic are in Echo Creek Park. Jennys face turned momentarily distraught, but she didnt say anything. She clearly didnt want to give him that satisfaction. 
      Mike silently parked and stepped out. He opened Jennys door and guided her out to the front of the car, where he lifted her onto the hood and lifted up her skirt.  As he pushed into the sobbing girls pussy for the second time tonight, he finally appreciated what a welcome addition she was going to be to his team.
      
***      
      

That is, I think, the end. But I cant decide. 

This wasnt supposed to be a serial, and Im not sure I like the characters enough to keep going, but now Im done and I see some obvious sequel potential. Nothing is started, of course, but Im open to being convinced. Im also open to the idea of other people picking up the ball and running with it, so drop me a line if thats something youd like to do, too.

Bree
(LttlBree@Yahoo.com)

      
      
