Assistant Softball Coach (Part #2)

In Part #2 of this series, after hearing about assistant coach Mark's fling with the team's left fielder, Marie Henderson wants the same treatment from him.

Author’s Note

This is the second part of “Assistant Softball Coach”. A third part follows. Here’s a brief summary of Part #1. If you haven’t already read the full story—please do.

Summary of Original Story

Some 40 years ago, Wally Henderson is talked into coaching his little sister’s recreational softball league team. He recruits Mark Patterson, his friend since high school days, to be his assistant. Both Wally and Mark are 20. The girls they will be coaching are 14-year-olds. Unknown to Mark, Wally’s sister Marie is smitten by him. Marie’s lusty opinion of Mark swiftly spreads to the entire 14-player Martini’s Pizzeria team who think Mark is “dreamy” and “studly.” One player, Cathy Sheppard, takes her yearning for Mark to another level. When Mark gives her a ride home after a game, she hugs and kisses him—and drops her pants to briefly show him her vagina. She promises Mark that it will be his to penetrate on the day of the team’s wrap-up party at the team’s sponsor’s pizza restaurant. Mark is all in favor of such a tryst, having realized he is very much attracted to the tween girls he is coaching. Cathy arranges for Mark to drive her home from the party. They stop along the way at a small, secluded park where they have a passionate and romantic round of coitus under the moonlight. The next day, when Mark is dropping off softball equipment at Wally’s home, he is stealthily approached by Marie Henderson (Wally’s 14-year-old sister). Marie tells him that Cathy phoned her to enthusiastically report what occurred after the party. Now Marie asks Mark to take her to the same park that night for a sexual fling with her!

Part One

It had been a life-altering seven weeks for me. Since that fateful day I agreed to help my friend Wally coach his little sister’s softball team, I went from being a normal 20-year-old male to someone who was the romantic target of a coterie of horny 14-year-old girls. I loved it—and I loved acting upon it!

At first, I found it hard to believe that any girls had those kinds of thoughts about me, never mind an entire 14-player softball team. Sure, these preteen sweeties were probably experiencing their first rush of hormones, but it was definitely a great ego rush for ordinary me!

I truly had no intentions of anything like this occurring when I took the assistant coaching gig to help my buddy Wally, but I had no complaints about the outcome. I’m not referring to our team’s fourth-place finish, either. I’m referring to a wonderful, passionate sexual encounter with our team’s attractive left fielder, Cathy Sheppard.

The exciting part of the whole episode was it was all Cathy’s idea, planned to the smallest detail by a lusty 14-year-old girl! I wasn’t some dirty old man (or, in my case, a dirty young man) who coerced Cathy into a sexual encounter. It was entirely her idea! Now, to my amazement, Wally’s super-cute sister, Marie, wants a similar encounter tonight! She apparently had gotten a very positive review over the telephone from her deflowered teammate about my lovemaking abilities.

After getting over the initial shock of Marie’s surprise invitation for a sensual romp, my answer just had to be yes. Frankly, after riding Cathy Sheppard to a marvelous orgasm, I knew I was starting to develop of preference for females of that age and physical stature. Like Cathy, Marie was pubescent—even a little bustier than her new friend. I hadn’t really noticed it before because the Martini’s Pizzeria t-shirts the girls had been given as softball uniforms were a bit on the baggy side, so they tended to obscure their wearers’ youthful goodies. Looking up at me with hope in her eyes, Marie was a sexy little 14-year-old girl whose breasts were at least noticeable—unlike the nearly flat chests on many of her teammates.

I waved Marie to move closer to me. When she did, I quietly said, “Absolutely! I’d love to fuck you, too, Marie. I just don’t know about the logistics of how we’re going to make this happen.”

Marie seemed puzzled by that comment. I explained, “Last night, all you girls were at the team’s pizza party. Cathy wasn’t missed for the hour she and I were fucking at Wilson’s Creek Park. How are you going to sneak out for an hour after sunset tonight and not be missed by your parents?”

My friend’s darling sister thought for a moment and said, “Well, we could make it earlier. I could tell my parents that one of the girls on the team invited me for dinner at her house. I’ll leave the house and meet you nearby instead.”

Marie at least had the start of a promising scheme, but it was still flawed. I pointed out, “Cathy and I fucked at the park after sunset on a Saturday night. It was deserted. If you and I go there in broad daylight on a Sunday afternoon for a bit of fun, chances are some parents will be there with their little kids. Marie, I can’t fuck your beautiful, young pussy in front of an audience! I’d end up in the back seat of a police car! We’ll have to come up with a different place to do this.”

“I know one!” Marie exclaimed. “At my school, Central Elementary, there’s an area behind the soccer field. It’s a big, long depression in the ground. Nobody ever goes to my schoolyard on the weekend—and we will be below eye level of anyone who passes by. What do you think?”

“Both you and Cathy are likeminded, sneaky, horny, little girls! That’s what I think!” I said with approval. “I love you both! As an added touch of deception, I’ll bring a ball and a couple of baseball gloves. If anyone questions why we’re there, we can say we were going to play catch on the sports field.”

“Okay, let's meet in front of the school at 5 o’clock,” Marie said with a gleeful expression on her face. Then she added, “We can use the incline of the depression for our fucking, just like you did last night with Cathy.”

I laughed and replied, “It seems you got all the juicy details about my romp with our blabbermouth left fielder! What else did she say?”

Marie softly shrugged her shoulders and said, “She thought your dick was beautiful—and she said you certainly knew how to use it. I’m sure I’ll think it’s beautiful, too.”

I just smiled at that remark. I told her, “If Wally weren’t just inside the door, I’d kiss you right now, Marie Henderson! You’re a doll!”

“Oh, go on,” she urged me, “Take a chance. Wally’s probably not looking at us through the window.”

“Okay,” I said. I gently kissed Marie on the forehead.

“I hope you’ll be more passionate at 5 o’clock,” she scolded me.

“Oh, I will be,” I insisted. “Like this, you mean?” At this point I bent down—Marie was considerably shorter than I was—enfolded her in my arms and gave her a truly passionate buss on the lips.

“Yeah, that was much better!” Marie gushed. “I’ll be at Central Elementary at 5 p.m. sharp.” Marie was walking back to her house, but she turned around to ask me one more question. “Mark, you said a couple of minutes ago that I had a ‘beautiful young pussy.’ How do you know that’s true?”

“It stands to reason,” I said. “A beautiful young girl must have a beautiful young pussy. I’ve never seen an exception.”

Marie blushed, which was endearing to me. “Thank you, Mark,” she said. “I really like you. When we are alone at the school, I’m going to give you the fuck of your life.”

I thought to myself, “Gee, I’m a lucky guy. That will be twice in less than 24 hours...and with two different girls!”

Part Two

I drove to Central Elementary School and parked my car in its empty lot at 4:56 p.m. I saw Marie in my rearview mirror hustling towards me. Apparently, she couldn’t wait to get started. She opened my car door, got into the passenger’s seat, threw her arms around me, and planted a hard kiss on my lips.

“Hey,” I said, feigning a touch of anger. “We’re not supposed to have sex in my car. We’re heading toward the soccer field, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” Marie replied with a lovely smile on her cute face. “I figure if something goes wrong with our plan, your car can be our backup make-out place. I was just trying it out.”

“As they say, practice makes perfect!” I expounded. Then I added, “Marie, there’s one thing I forgot: You’re supposed to be at a teammate’s home for dinner, right?”

“Yeah, I picked Jasmine Williams, because my parents don’t know her parents.”

“You are truly a devious little vixen,” I kidded her. “What I’m getting at is that you’re going to miss a meal because of that lie. How about we go someplace afterwards together for a post-fuck dinner? I’ll let you choose where we go. You can think about it between now and then.”

“Do you really think I’ll have anything else on my mind beside sex for the next little while?” she asked me.
“That’s a very good point, Marie,” I said with a smile. “A very good point, indeed.”

We got out of the car with the baseball gloves and ball in case someone was wondering what we were doing at the school. They weren’t needed; no one was present. I allowed Marie to lead the way to the area that she had chosen for our fucking session. She had described it well. To the right of the soccer field, there was a noticeable dip in the topography. The depression ran to a metal fence that indicated the end of the school’s property. On the other side of the fence was dense shrubbery. No one driving or walking by the school would have any idea we were enjoying carnal bliss there. Like her softball teammate Cathy, Marie seemed to instinctively know where to have a bit of privacy in a public place.

I set the baseball gloves and ball down. Without saying a word to each other we embraced and dropped slowly to the start of the incline. We each removed our shoes and socks. Like Cathy the night before, Marie initially assumed the aggressor’s role in the lovemaking. She was, however, considerably more assertive than Cathy had been. Her sex drive was something to behold!

After a few kisses to get warmed up, Marie lifted my shirt off my torso and flung it about 20 feet to our left. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my trousers and tossed them a considerable distance, too. Using both hands, she pulled my briefs down my legs, exposing my rapidly rising dick. Marie obviously knew what she wanted as she buried her face in my crotch and had a field day stimulating my penis in ways that, up until that moment, I couldn’t imagine a 14-year-old girl would know about. Jerking, licking, squeezing, tugging, caressing, blowing, sucking, fondling, massaging. This horny girl did it all! I felt I wouldn’t last five minutes with my friend’s eighth-grade sister if this continued, so I reluctantly put a stop to it. I grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her so we could be face to face.

Marie seemed startled by this, but I kindly informed her that she was about to put me over the edge—and there was still quite a lot I wanted to do with her and to her before that moment inevitably arrived. We kissed passionately for several minutes. (Even then Marie slid her right hand down my abdomen and resumed tugging on my dick with authority! This girl was unbelievable!) “Marie,” I eventually reminded her, “this seems a bit one-sided. You’ve been giving my penis some serious arousal, but you’re not even undressed yet! I haven’t had the chance to see you naked. I’m being cheated! I’m going to do something about that this minute!”

With both hands I lifted her mauve t-shirt over her head in about two seconds, exposing her sexy little bra, which was a light blue color. I flung her shirt 20 feet away from us. I quickly undid her bra’s snap, removed it from her body, and flung it 15 feet in the other direction. (It then crossed my mind that if anyone happened to suddenly interrupt us, it would take us a considerable time for us to retrieve our clothing before we could even begin to get dressed! Oh, well…)

Marie did have a nice set of boobies for a 14-year-old; they were larger than Cathy’s, for certain. Those treasures were firm but somehow tended to bounce slightly during the fucking that was about to occur. That was very sexy. Of course, they merited my full attention at that moment. I immediately fondled her left breast while sucking vigorously on her right one. Her nipples quickly became very hard which matched the state of my penis. With a bit of force, I changed our positions. Marie’s back was now against the grassy incline. “I want to fuck those luscious tits of yours, Marie!” I quickly straddled my 14-year-old sex partner and placed my throbbing penis against her lovely chest—always a favorite activity of mine during coitus. “Squeeze those tits against my dick, honey,” I instructed her. Then I thrust my manhood up and down, the head of my dick hitting her on the chin once or twice. “Good girl,” I exclaimed. “This feels terrific.” Again, I had to willfully put the brakes on to prevent an ejaculation.

“Look at you,” I said in a scolding tone. “You’re holding out on me. You still have your shorts on. I haven’t seen your gorgeous pussy yet. Let’s fix that!”

Using both hands again, I yanked Marie’s denim shorts completely down her legs. (For fun, I tossed them ten feet into the air. Luckily, they landed in the schoolyard.) Her panties had a pretty strawberry pattern, which I thought was somehow erotic. They did not stay on her very long. I pulled them down her legs in a hurry. Just to change things up, I dropped her drawers only about three feet from us. I looked at Marie’s most private part and smiled. “I thought your pussy would be beautiful,” I reminder her. “I was right, of course.”

As Marie had done with me, I did the same with her. I buried my face into her vaginal area with great gusto, licking and sucking on every inch of it. Marie squealed with delight much like Cathy had the previous night. “I’m glad you like it,” I said softly to this rapture-bound, pubescent nymphet, “but the pleasure is really mine.”

Marie was cute enough to reply, “No, it isn’t! This is mostly wonderful for me.”

I chuckled at that clever comment. Then I said firmly, “Marie, the time has come for that pussy of yours to be fucked thoroughly!”

“I’m all in favor of that,” she said sweetly. “You’re the man to do it, Mark! Go for it!”

In a repeat of my previous night’s vaginal intercourse, I moved Marie to a spot on the incline where I could get the most traction for the best and most powerful upward thrusts into her pretty pussy. I really should have been gentler with her, but, hey, she had given my dick a rough workout to start our romp. I shoved my penis into her somewhat strongly which caused Marie to moan. I discovered when I placed my hands just under Marie’s armpits, I could hold her steadily for our fucking and also be within inches of her inviting 14-year-old titties for an occasional feel. The emphasis, of course, was on the former rather than the latter. I drove my penis in and out of this sexy eighth-grade girl for at least 10 minutes. I honestly don’t know how I lasted anywhere near that long without letting loose. Finally, I announced, “Marie, I’m going to come any second now!” Pulling out was no longer an option, not that I wanted to do that anyway. I figured if Cathy deserved a blast of cum on Saturday night, so did Marie on Sunday afternoon. I shot my load into her tight tunnel as I fondled her bouncy little tits. The combination was sensational.

Unlike the previous night with Cathy. I withdrew my penis about 30 seconds after my thoroughly satisfying ejaculation. Marie gave my weary dick a few tender pulls to remove the last few drops of semen from it. We were silent for about a minute, then we both broke into laughter for some unknown reason. I think we were both just supremely happy that we had fucked each other so pleasurably.

I offered an apology for my pedestrian fucking technique. “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you, Marie. You know I’d never dream of hurting you in a million years. You just brought out the studly beast in me.” That was a term that Vicki Belanger, one of the softball players, had used to describe me after our softball team’s first practice. Marie recognized it immediately.

The expression on her face was one part confusion, one part amazement, and one part approval. “Hey, you weren’t supposed to know anything about that comment. How in the world did you find out, Mark?”

I feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Marie. Sex-starved females have been calling me that since I was nine or ten,” I claimed with a straight face.

Marie and I spent the next two or three minutes retrieving our clothing and another two minutes putting those garments back on. I also collected the two baseball gloves and the ball. I tossed a glove to Marie and said, “When we get to the top of the incline, let’s play catch for a while to wind down.” Marie thought that was an excellent idea. By the time we climbed up to the field we had agreed to go to Martini’s for a spaghetti dinner—and to spend some cash at the business that generously sponsored our softball team.

We had only thrown the ball perhaps three or four times when a stranger appeared. He was a man of about 70 who was walking his beagle. He approached us in a friendly manner to say hello. Marie immediately asked for permission to pet the dog, which was granted to her.

“Just stopped by the sports field on this lovely Sunday afternoon to have a catch with my sister,” I lied to him. “I think she has the makings of a fine shortstop.”

The man kindly replied, “Yes, maybe she’ll be the next Ozzie Smith.” Then he added, “This sports field isn’t used very much on the weekends—which is a shame—so it’s good to see someone taking advantage of it.”

I nodded in agreement.

Then he whispered to me so Marie couldn’t hear him. “On the other hand, you wouldn’t believe how many teenage couples use the secluded area below the field for fucking!”