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

   Author's Note: This is the first naughty story that I've ever managed to
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   xo Bree







   "She's 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.  "Wouldn't
mind showing her how to handle a bat."



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



   Jenny didn't 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 wouldn't
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 Mike's impassioned
objections, to merge Filmore High's girls' softball and boys' baseball
teams.  There was a serious budget deficit, and someone had cleverly noted
that the rules don't actually prohibit girls playing in the boys'
league--only 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.  "That's not awful yet?" Ed
asked.



   "I wish it was," said Mike.



   He'd done all he could to make the girls feel unwelcome.  They were one
team, he said, and that meant they all did the same workouts--50 pushups
meant 50 pushups, and he'd 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 week's
practice.  Jenny was the one that just wouldn't 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 don't let her
start," he said.



   The exodus of girls from his team hadn't 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 hadn't made them quit.  Mike knew if even one of them had cried
foul, Maddigan would've canned his ass.  Thankfully none of them did.



   Ed was incredulous.  "But we can't put her in the rotation.  The chick
can barely throw overhand.  We won't 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, they'd 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 didn't 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," he'd angrily shouted, "You fucking pay
for her." He figured he'd 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 didn't 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.  "It's late."



   "My mom can't get me `til she gets off work.  She'll be here soon."



   Mike cocked an eyebrow.  "You shouldn't be out here by yourself, kiddo.
It's not safe."



   She shrugged.  "I guess it's good you made me do all that running," she
said with a little giggle, "I'll 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 couldn't
help but feel protective, even if she was a giant pain in his ass.



   "Well I can't leave you sittin' out here.  Can I give you a ride?"



   "Sure," she said, smiling gratefully, "if you don't mind."



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



   Mike didn't feel much like chatting.  Once he'd figured out where to
take her, he left the sports talk turned up loud enough to fill the
silence, and hoped she'd take the hint.  Thankfully, she did.



   Mad Man Murphy was talking baseball.  "They're morons!" he shouted. 
"The Rangers need new blood on the mound.  They don't need another power
hitter that's gonna flop like Rodriguez!  This was a dumb trade, with a
capital D." He took a call, and Danny from Austin couldn't agree more.



   "These guys are morons," Jenny said softly.



   "You think?" Mike asked.



   "Yeah," she said, "it's like they haven't even been paying attention. 
That was like the perfect trade.  Jackson's in the final year of his
contract and he still can't manage 3 solid innings, and Rodriguez can't 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. 
He's 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 didn't expect it.  Most girls your
age root for the prettiest uniform if they watch at all."



   "I'm 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 could've played pro ball, but it
didn't work out.  You know, `cause I happened.  But he taught me
everything."



   "I can see," Mike said.  "I guess that's why you're sticking with the
team, huh?"



   "Sort of," she said with a slight crack in her voice.  Mike couldn't
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 he'd 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, don't you?" she said.



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



   "I'm not dumb, coach Hammer.  I know that's 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 wasn't an angry accusation.  "I know I'm 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."



   "I'm sure you can be, Jenny," Mike said.  He didn't 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 hadn't talked to her.  She
was a really sweet kid.  If she'd just quit his team, he'd really like her.


   ***





   Jenny's first start was everything they'd expected and more.  Six
homeruns, eight batters walked, and two batters beaned.  On two occasions,
she didn't 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 couldn't 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 didn't beat around the bush.

   "You gotta cut the bitch, Coach!" Said Jimmy Clay, the team captain. 
His teammates shouted their agreement.

   "Guys, I can't," Mike said, shouting back at the bus.  "It's not my
decision."

   "But she sucks!" Someone shouted.

   Mike took a deep breath.  "I know," he said.  "Believe me, I know.  But
I can't cut her.  I'm doing everything I can to make her quit, you know I
am."

   "We're not even gonna make it to state though, coach.  I need a
scholarship if I wanna play college ball.  I can't 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 can't do anything," he said.  "If you want rid of
her, you gotta convince her to quit.  She's not getting cut."

   The boys just looked forward dejectedly.

   "Ok, coach," Jimmy said.  "We understand."

   In hindsight, Mike probably should've chosen his words more carefully,
because that's 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 they'd done the same thing when Mike was in high school.

   Jenny'd escaped the locker room hijinx by virtue of a separate locker
room, and the traditional pink bellies and beatings aren't so appealing
when the hazee's a tiny girl.  They had to be creative with her, which is
why Mike wasn't shocked the second time someone hoisted her bra and panties
over the batter's 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.  "They're torturing that girl," she'd
snarled in what Mike believed was her first trip ever to his dugout.  "Your
team is out of control!"

   "Ellen, relax," he said.  "It's kids' stuff.  They aren't gonna hurt
her."

   "This isn't kids stuff, Coach Hammer." She refused to be so personal as
to call him Mike.  "I've had two janitors scrubbing her name off of
bathroom walls all week.  This is intimidation!"

   Mike knew he wasn't gonna win this one.  "I'll 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 you'll 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, who'd 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!  I'm not going to lose my job over this."

   "You said we could convince her to quit," Jimmy argued.

   "She ain't quittin' kid.  You did your best."

   "'t wasn't our best, Coach.  Wasn't 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 didn't believe it.  All part of the tradition,
he thought.  All part of the tradition.

   ***



   Office time dragged on again.  Mike's daughter was displeased with
having been called a slut, something he denied having said.  It was a
classy move on his ex-wife's part, passing that little slip back to the
kid. A sobbing phone call'd turned into surrender, and he'd agreed to pay
her rent with money he didn't actually have.  Meanwhile, he thought, his ex
and her boyfriend were living in sin off his alimony.  For a man's 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 should've 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 of...well...it 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 didn't 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
Jenny's 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 couldn't.  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 wouldn't be fooled.  He
hoped the dark would cover for him.

   "What's 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
hadn't 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 didn't 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 shouldn't 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 can't do this.  She's
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.  "We're
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 right--they'd 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!" Mike's pleading could barely rise above the tin as the
others eagerly joined in.  Recognizing their coach's apparent
powerlessness, the other boys resumed groping Jenny's breasts and legs
while Jimmy savagely fucked her.  "I bet she's tight," said a boy.  "She
better be!" said another.  "She won't 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 wasn't 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.  Mike's 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.

   "What's the matter, slut?" Jeff taunted as he thrust in and out.  "Don't
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 Jenny's face, to the delight of the crowd.  "That's tough shit,
cunt," he snarled, "cause you're 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
couldn't 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 I'll break your teeth out!" Jenny meekly took the
penis in her mouth, but Billy pulled out frustrated and unspent moments
later--clearly 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 Tyler's pace quickened and the end of Jenny's fourth rape drew near,
Mike was finding it impossible to pretend he wasn't enjoying the show.  The
fact that he'd be fired for this, that he'd 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.
Jenny'd ruined the one thing in his life that was going well--this 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 didn't 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 wasn't her fault she sucked--it was biology--and she was
the hardest worker he had.  Grown men don't let this sort of thing happen!

   Tyler came, blowing his load deliberately in Jenny's now dirty-matted
hair.  The juniors scrambled to decide their pecking order, knowing they
got next dibs on the girl's 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.  That's a person you're 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 doesn't concern
you."

   "This is my fucking team, Jimmy.  It all concerns me." He was snarling
now, "Don't ever tell me this shit doesn't concern me."

   Behind him, Jenny'd 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 didn't 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
Mike's cock had tented out his trousers in a manner that couldn't be
concealed.  Mike blushed red, cursing himself for it.

   "That doesn't 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?  She's 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.

   "I'm 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 you'll ever have." Then He brought the hand
up to squeeze her breast.  "Tits aren't bad either!"

   "Jimmy, stop," Mike pleaded.  He couldn't fuck her, he knew, though it
was too late to convince the boys of that.  They could tell he wanted to,
and he couldn't deny it.

   "Coach," Tyler whispered over his shoulder, "you already stood and
watched us do it.  If we get in trouble, you're 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 couldn't just abandon his morals because there
wouldn't be further consequences.  He had a daughter for God's sake!  He
had a daughter who was...probably currently impaled on some snot-nosed
college kid's 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, "don't!"

   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
they'd 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 didn't expect an answer, and she didn't 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 that'd ever ruined his life, and little Jenny got to be all of
them at once.

   "Get ready, " he said, as he fucked her faster, "I'm gonna cum in your
little whore twat!"

   Jenny found new energy as she struggled and protested.  "No!" she
shouted, "Please!  I'm not on the pill!"

   Mike had assumed as much when he watched the boys pull out, but he
didn't 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 hadn't 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 didn't 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.  "I'll be in my office." There were cheers as the boys
carried their naked victim towards the men's locker room.

   ***

   Mike didn't chaperone Jenny's two hour shower in the open men's 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.

   He'd called his daughter, and confessed to having called her a slut,
just like her mother'd said.  He told her what he thought of her idiot
boyfriend and that she could pay her own fucking rent.  She cried, and he
didn't 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 Jenny's pussy.

   "Not so virgin now, are you slut?" Bobby taunted, confirming Mike's
suspicion that tonight'd been Jenny's deflowering.  Of course, he thought
with a laugh, it was probably Bobby's too.

   "That's 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.  They'd 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 should've 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 don't
quit," she said, pursing her lips defiantly.  "I'm 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 can't make me quit," she said.  "I want to pitch.  You can't stop
me."

   Mike swallowed hard.  Would she report him?  "I could cut you, you know.
It'd be better if you quit, but I could cut you.  You're a terrible
pitcher."

   She sat choking on her own tears for a pregnant pause.  "You can't," she
finally said, her voice cracking.  "You can't cut me, because I'll 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, I'll tell.  I'll tell
everyone."

   He was caught off guard.  If?  If he cut her?

   Mike reached over callously, and lifted the hem of the little girl's
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 didn't stop him.

   "So you can't cut me," she said, still defiant, like she somehow had the
power.  Maybe she needed that, he thought.

   "I won't cut you," he said.  He pushed his finger all the way into her
pussy, which moistened reflexively despite Jenny's 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.  Jenny's face turned momentarily distraught, but she
didn't say anything.  She clearly didn't want to give him that
satisfaction.

   Mike silently parked and stepped out.  He opened Jenny's 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 girl's 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 can't decide.

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

   Bree (LttlBree@Yahoo.com)