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"You're hard already. I like it that these old things can turn you on. Austin, take them off, you know what I want."

I did, but that's not what Mrs. Lansing got. She went down on me. In moments she was on her knees and my cock was going in and out of her mouth.

Then she stopped. "Austin, I hope you're not disappointed, my pussy is just aching for your big cock. Fuck me."

She got on her back and spread her legs. I wasn't sure exactly what to do. I mean, if you remember, the last time, the only time I did it was on our charity date, and Mrs. Lansing was on top.

I got on top of her and she guided my stiff cock inside her pussy. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, Austin. Damn, your cock feels so good."

Fucking must be natural. When Mrs. Lansing started to move her ass and hips, I moved with her. "That's it, Austin. Oh yeah, just like that keep giving me that big cock. Did I tell you I loved sucking it?"

"Really? You really liked it?"

"It's so big, so hard. If you'll let me, I'll suck it again. Just not right now. Right now, you need to bang my pussy harder. I'm not fragile. Give it to me."

I thought I understood what she meant. It was the greatest thing ever. Mrs. Lansing put her legs on my back and that ass wouldn't stop moving.

She moaned each time I thrusted. Like I said, it was nothing like jerking off. It was nothing like jerking off when I came. I grunted and grunted. "Oh Austin, oh Austin,. You were amazing. Mrs. Lansing's pussy is yours anytime you want it."

Before I left her room and joined my teammates for breakfast, she told me, "no matter what happens at the game, if you go 4-for-4 or you strike out four times, my pussy and my mouth will be waiting for you after the game."

I played awful. The last time I played that poorly was in Little League and I was ten-years-old. I didn't get any hits and made two errors. They were the first errors I made all season. The manager yelled at me, "is your head up your ass? Get in the game."

I knew exactly where my head was. I was thinking of Mrs. Lansing's pussy. I saw her in the stands with the other boosters cheering on the team. I didn't see her cheering on the team; I saw her on her back or on her knees.

When we got back to the motel, I went straight to room 157. "Austin, let me help you forget about the game." Mrs. Lansing helped me out of my clothes, then went down on me.. It didn't take much for me to get hard.

Okay, I was hard on the bus ride back to the motel.

"Look at you, Austin. So big, so hard and it's all for Mrs. Lansing, isn't it?"

Yes, it was, and she wouldn't take it out of her mouth. I never gave the game a thought.

Are blowjobs the greatest thing ever?

Before I went to my room, "Austin, I'd love it if you came back first thing in the morning. Mrs. Lansing would love more of your big cock for breakfast."

That's how the first two stops on the road trip went. I played awful; Mrs. Lansing's pussy and her mouth made me forget about the game. In Goshen we had a rain out. A torrential storm came through; the field was underwater. There was no chance we'd play or even get in a practice.

I stayed in bed with Mrs. Lansing all day. If you know anything about nineteen-year-old boys, you know that it doesn't take much for us to get hard even a second and third time.

Mrs. Lansing's mouth was all it took; although late in the afternoon, she got on top of me, rode my cock and rubbed those tits in my face.

I don't know anything about women her age, but she never seem to tire. She wanted my cock all the time; in her pussy or in her mouth. Of course, I accommodated her.

We still had three games to play in New Castle, but the Bombers Booster Club went home. I finally got some sleep. I found that my concentration on the game was better, and I played much better. It never crossed my mind that it had anything to do with Mrs. Lansing. I'd just been in a slump. It happens to all hitters.

I went on a hitting streak. Every at bat I made great contact and hit the ball hard. Over the next three weeks, I was the best hitter in the league.

Sure, I saw Mrs. Lansing after home games and the fucking was beyond anything I'd ever jerked off to; as were the blowjobs. Then, I didn't see her. Let me explain.

I was playing so well, I got promoted to Double A Erie. I continued hitting the ball well. There were boosters here, too, but I was young for the league, and if those female boosters were interested in players, I was much too young for them. I mean, some of my teammates were twenty-five; a few were even married.

In Erie, we stayed in an apartment complex walkable from our field. Steve Philbun was my roommate and then he wasn't. He was married, and his wife came up from Georgia to be with him. Of course, they had their own apartment. I had our place to myself.

The road trips here were longer; the bus just as uncomfortable for sleeping. We had bus trips to places as far away as Richmond. It was impossible to get any real sleep. I was always tired, but so was everyone else.

Three weeks after I'd been promoted, I'd just come off the field at home after infield practice. The stands were starting to fill up. The people of Erie were great about supporting the team. That's when I heard a voice calling my name, "Austin, Austin over here, Austin."

No one knew me here. Maybe it was some kid who wanted an autograph, but the voice was familiar. I turned searching; then I saw her. It was Mrs. Lansing. The last time I heard that voice, it was in my ear, "keep fucking me, Austin. Give me that big cock."

I smiled and walked over to her. I was certain that my dick was starting to move in my jock strap. "What are you doing here?"

"I missed you. Looking at the schedule, I saw that you have three days off for the All-Star break. I hope you didn't have any plans," she smiled.

I'd plan to catch up on my sleep. I was certain that with Mrs. Lansing in town that wasn't going to happen. In those first moments, my mind saw her on her back or on her knees.

I had a very bad game; my first one since I'd been in Erie. I had no doubt that my mind was on Mrs. Lansing's pussy and not on the 90-plus-mile an hour fastball the Harrisburg pitcher was throwing.

"See you in a few days, I called to my teammates as I showered quickly and left the clubhouse. I drove to the hotel, the nicest one in Erie, where Mrs. Lansing was staying.

She answered the door naked. You wouldn't think that a naked fifty-one-year-old woman would have me excited.

You would be wrong. It was all I could do after the game in the communal shower to keep my cock from standing up. I mean, how embarrassing would that be?

Now, it was, and Mrs. Lansing was on her knees helping it escape from my jeans.

"Austin, I know it's only been a month . . ."

"Six weeks."

"Yes, well, I was saying, I've missed your cock so much. I'm sure you'd like my pussy, but let me, please." Mrs. Lansing put my cock in her mouth and didn't take out until I'd spurted and spurted. I was leaning against the outer door of the hotel room; that's as far as I got.

"Thank you, Austin. I just couldn't wait. You'll probably want to finish getting undressed and get some rest. When you're ready, my pussy is all yours."

That's how my All-Star break went. Every two, three hours Mrs. Lansing's pussy or mouth insisted on. as she put it, "entertaining my cock."

I know, I know, it's hard to complain. None of the girls I dated in high school were willing, except that one time with Sue O'Hara. I don't have to tell you that the fucking and blowjobs from Mrs. Lansing were far beyond Sue's handjob, and my jerking off.

For a week after the season re-started, I played like shit. Mrs. Lansing returned home. I wasn't sure if my play was because she wasn't around or if I was still worn out from her visit.

At one point, I thought for sure I was going to be sent back down, but I got my head on straight and started playing better.

I ended the season in Erie and was ready to go home for the winter when I was approached by the PR Director. Just like with the Bombers, the players were asked to assist in raising money for charity. This was just picture-taking with adult fans and spending the day at a school with some kids. My agent said it'd be good for my image.

The day with the school kids was fun; they were a lot of laughs.

The few hours I spent having my picture taken with fans was tedious. The season was over; I was anxious to get home. I was on the field wearing jeans, sneakers and my uniform shirt, standing on second base. One-by-one fans were introduced, I shook their hand and then put my arm around them and had our picture taken together.

The fans paid $50 for the picture; all of it went to some local charity.

By the way I wasn't the only one. There were seven of us. I had twenty fans lined up to have their picture taken with me; the two big stars on the team, and definitely future Major Leaguers had over a hundred people waiting in line just to have their picture taken.

I wasn't paying attention to the line waiting for their turn with me. To my surprise, there was Mrs. Lansing. "You drove all the way here just to have your picture taken? You know, all you had to do is ask."

"No, that's not why I'm here. I think you know why I'm here. How long were you planning to spend in Erie before heading home?"

"I was planning on leaving tomorrow."

"Then as soon as you're done with this, you need to follow me to my hotel," she smiled. "We don't have a lot of time."

Mrs. Lansing was a non-stop fucking machine. "Austin, I've missed your cock so much," she moaned. At the moment, she was top of me, riding my cock, while I played with those big, soft titties.

She arched her back, put her hands behind her head. "I'm so glad you like them, Austin. And playing with them seems to make your cock hard."

"They're beautiful, Mrs. Lansing."

"Would you mind terribly if I took it out and sucked it for a while? My mouth has missed it. I promise, we'll fuck again later."

The blowjob was as good as Mrs. Lansing had ever given me. And as she promised the fucking later with me on top was grand. "C'mon Austin, we've done this before. I'm not fragile. Give me that cock. Give it to my pussy."

We didn't get much sleep; Mrs. Lansing insisted, with little resistance from me, I might add, of more fucking and more sucking. In the morning, as we lie in bed, she asked, "do you have a specific date that you need to be back home in California?"

"No, when I get back, I'll start my winter workout. I can use the gym at my old high school. Why?"

"I was thinking, what if I followed you in my car, and when we stopped for the night, I could get more of this." She took my mostly dead cock in her hand.

"Ummmm, I was thinking that I'd take my time; maybe take four or five days."

"Maybe, I could talk you into ten nights." Mrs. Lansing went down on me. It didn't take long for her to convince me that yeah, ten nights on the road would be okay.

"Austin, you won't regret it. Your cock and my lips are going to become the best of friends."

There was fucking, too, of course, but Mrs. Lansing surprised me the first night we were on the road. As soon as we checked in, she took a shower, and came out of the bathroom naked.

I no longer looked upon her fifty-one-year-old body with any kind of disdain. I was anxious to get my hands on those big soft tits. I was anxious to feel her lips or warm, juicy pussy around my cock. It didn't matter who was on top.

After a long day on the road and a shower I was ready to get fucked or if Mrs. Lansing was in the mood, a blowjob. To be fair, she always seemed to be in the mood for a blowjob.

Tonight, she wasn't. She plopped down on top of the bed next to me and came into my arms. "Austin, when we met you were a virgin. You've come a long way. When you fuck me I see stars, but there are lots of other ways for people to have sex."

"Mrs. Lansing, I love it when you give me a blowjob."

"I do, too, but there's a lot more for you to learn." She looked me in the eye, "Austin, have you ever thought about eating pussy?"

Well, no, I hadn't. I'd heard guys in the locker room talk about it, but when I was fucking Mrs. Lansing it never crossed my mind. When she was blowing me, it never crossed my mind.

"Austin, it doesn't bite. When I was married, my husband often told me how sweet my pussy was. Try it, you might like it, and I assure, you the rewards will, how shall I say it, blow your mind. I did say blow, didn't I," she laughed and spread her legs farther apart.

It wasn't that I didn't want to, and I was curious, but "Mrs. Lansing, you know I don't . . ."

"Of course, you don't. You didn't know how to fuck either, but now I can't imagine that I'd want to be underneath anyone else. Just follow my directions."

It wasn't the greatest thing ever, but for the next hour my tongue played with Mrs. Lansing's pussy. I thought she tasted sweet, but I'd rather get a blowjob or fuck her.

"You did good for your first time, Austin, now come up here and fuck me."

I didn't hesitate to slide up and on top of her, Only when I started to guide my cock in did I realize it had never been so hard.

Not when we fucked; not when she blew me. My cock was throbbing. "I can tell you enjoyed eating me." She could tell.

"You'll get better and better. Mrs. Lansing will let you practice all you want. Now, you know how I like you to fuck me."

The truth was that after I ate her, Mrs. Lansing fucked liked it might be her last one ever. She was like one of those metronomes, except even she didn't know where her ass and hips were going.

There was a morning blowjob before we hit the road. When we stopped for the night, we'd shower, and like she promised, Mrs. Lansing let me practice and practice. If you're not sure what I was practicing, let me make it clear, each night I practiced eating her pussy.

There was fucking and blowjobs, too, but according to Mrs. Lansing, by the time we got to LA, my tongue was, in her words, "extraordinary."

Our last night in LA was the last time I saw her. I invited her to meet my parents, stay for dinner. Our huge home even had a guest room. "No, no, no, it would be so awkward. I'm probably older than your mother." She was by about six years.

TO BE CONTINUED

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