JacosK
06-01-2003, 1:31 PM
This was written by someone a long time ago, and was hoping that there was a part 2 anywhere???
Home Plate
by Groundview ©
This is a purely fictions story.
Carol is a good friend. She look’s a little like a stocky Jodi Forster. A few weeks ago I ask her to
massage my back “Japanese Style." Now she really gets into it. At times she is down right
nasty. This weekend after her bar league softball game, Carol came home to her house ready
for some indoor sports.
I was in her home waiting for her to return. I was supposed to tidy-up in return for her giving
me my special needs. Our relationship is one of I do for you and you do for me. On different
occasions, I could almost swear I was her slave, by the spiteful attitude Carol had at times.
On Saturday Carol told me she was giving me a treat. I was to wait for her at the back door, in
the laundry room, on the floor. Carol would usually enter the house after her games at the
back door, as to not get the house dirty from the softball field. It was 8:30 PM on a Saturday,
when she finally got home. I heard some talking, traveling down the gravel drive way along
side of the house. I quickly ran to the back door. I took off my sweat shirt but left on my jeans
and took a position on the tile floor in the laundry area next to the back door.
I heard Carol fuss with the back door lock and as the door knob turned. I braced myself to
enjoy what Carol had in store for me. I was not disappointed. My friend Carol walks in, not with
her sneakers, but with her rubber soled baseball cleats still on. Her sneakers are warped
around her equipment bag. She steps into the room and motions to some others, a few of her
teammates as to my surprise.
“:See what did I tell you, he’s here waiting for us.”
And with that, Carol step’s up on my stomach with one nasty soled dirt caked baseball shoe,
and then lands her other rubber soled cleats on my pants where my dick is still happy
protected. I grunt with pain as my gut is pressed flat under her solid weight. Carol is not a slim
woman, but she is also not fat. Carol must weight about 145 lb., but she has an athletic
womanly build, about 5’6” in height.
I lookup at Carol as she stands on me, her all white bar club uniform, now with yellow soil
stains at the knees, and she makes me feel like third base, as Carol positions herself across my
thigh area. She then steps back with both baseball shoes on my dick and balls. One of my balls
pop’s to the side the escape the crush, while a numb cold flash of pain radiates out from under
one of her shoes cleats, that is resting solidly on my now rock hard dick.
I feel warm all over, as she just stands on me. Carol just looks down and smiles. She knows
how good I’m enjoying this. She then just leans back on one of her shoes, so the heel area of
her cleats now bites down directly at the base of my balls.
She’s looking to bury her nasty foot into my crotch nerves. I’m just hanging on for the ride at
this point. I smell the earth and grass from her cleats, as pick up my head and look across my
chest at her two black dusty baseball shoes sinking into my crotch. Suddenly I see stars, one of
Carols teammates press my head back down on the cold tile floor with her Nike sneaker.
Go ahead step on him, Carol yells!
This new woman, “Mary” say’s it’s ready or not here I come!
Turn your head to the side or I’ll step on your nose!
And the Mary steps up on my head with both of her worn sneaker soles mashing my head
sideways and then squashing my face. Mary is unsure of her balance, as she teeter-totter on
my ears and pinches my face against the floor, under her street smelling sneakers. Mary then
falls forward on me and grabs hold over the washing machine as I grown in pain. Mary now has
my nose is pinched shut, against the floor and the toe area on her right foot. Her left sneaker is
still mashed against my ear and neck.
I’m in bliss, Carol is still standing still on my balls, letting her cleats do a job on me. I really can’t
feel them at this point, I’m concentrating on what Mary is doing to me.
I smell Mary’s scent, while she’s still trying to stand on my head. Cigarette smoke and bar room
sweet smell waft from over my head. I feel like a floor. It’s a wonderful stranger’s scent, her
sneakers grind into my face and neck as she jerks he foot forward and back in an effort to
steady herself on my head.
Carol then barks an order to me… Take off your jeans and shorts. I want to crush your nuts. So
lets see them.
Get Mary off my head!! I try and yell out.
Nothing doing “Carol say’s” Lets see you do It Mary is staying right there on you!
Yahh I enjoying myself right here!
With that Mary lifts her right foot off of my face to reveal a nasty tread pattern cut into my face.
While Mary’s other foot, carrying her full weight, cuts deeply into my neck and ear. Mary then
plant’s her right
Nike sneaker back down on my face and twists her other foot on my neck and face in a side to
side motion.
I scream as her rubbery sneaker bottom is tearing my face In two directions at once.
I try and push her foot off my head, when another of Carols teammates grabs at my hands. I
then feel this new person, pinching and pulling at my hands with her long fingernails, She is
scratching my skin as I struggle to break free of her grasp.
“Wendy” “Linda” Stand on his hands quick! Carol shouts.
Wendy plants her sneaker down hard on my hand. While Linda pulls my other hand to the floor
and steps on it with her baseball cleats. Owwoh. She’s pinching my hand hard against the tile
floor. Linda then steps down on my arms with her other shoes nasty plastic cleats. I can’t move
my hand at all. She’s so heavy. I try to shift my eyes upward at Linda to see what she looks
like. But I get only as far as her dirt stained knees.
I try to pull my hand out from under Wendy’s foot, she seems to be more lightweight. I can’t
turn my head to see what she looks like at all. Mary sneakers settles on my face and neck as
Carols Baseball cleats shift forward and back on my numb dick. I think Carol is helping Mary
with her balance.
I’m now successful in pulling my hand out from under Wendy’s sneaker. “No you don’t the
women yell”.
Get his hand, someone!!
Home Plate
by Groundview ©
Part 2 next ….
Home Plate
by Groundview ©
This is a purely fictions story.
Carol is a good friend. She look’s a little like a stocky Jodi Forster. A few weeks ago I ask her to
massage my back “Japanese Style." Now she really gets into it. At times she is down right
nasty. This weekend after her bar league softball game, Carol came home to her house ready
for some indoor sports.
I was in her home waiting for her to return. I was supposed to tidy-up in return for her giving
me my special needs. Our relationship is one of I do for you and you do for me. On different
occasions, I could almost swear I was her slave, by the spiteful attitude Carol had at times.
On Saturday Carol told me she was giving me a treat. I was to wait for her at the back door, in
the laundry room, on the floor. Carol would usually enter the house after her games at the
back door, as to not get the house dirty from the softball field. It was 8:30 PM on a Saturday,
when she finally got home. I heard some talking, traveling down the gravel drive way along
side of the house. I quickly ran to the back door. I took off my sweat shirt but left on my jeans
and took a position on the tile floor in the laundry area next to the back door.
I heard Carol fuss with the back door lock and as the door knob turned. I braced myself to
enjoy what Carol had in store for me. I was not disappointed. My friend Carol walks in, not with
her sneakers, but with her rubber soled baseball cleats still on. Her sneakers are warped
around her equipment bag. She steps into the room and motions to some others, a few of her
teammates as to my surprise.
“:See what did I tell you, he’s here waiting for us.”
And with that, Carol step’s up on my stomach with one nasty soled dirt caked baseball shoe,
and then lands her other rubber soled cleats on my pants where my dick is still happy
protected. I grunt with pain as my gut is pressed flat under her solid weight. Carol is not a slim
woman, but she is also not fat. Carol must weight about 145 lb., but she has an athletic
womanly build, about 5’6” in height.
I lookup at Carol as she stands on me, her all white bar club uniform, now with yellow soil
stains at the knees, and she makes me feel like third base, as Carol positions herself across my
thigh area. She then steps back with both baseball shoes on my dick and balls. One of my balls
pop’s to the side the escape the crush, while a numb cold flash of pain radiates out from under
one of her shoes cleats, that is resting solidly on my now rock hard dick.
I feel warm all over, as she just stands on me. Carol just looks down and smiles. She knows
how good I’m enjoying this. She then just leans back on one of her shoes, so the heel area of
her cleats now bites down directly at the base of my balls.
She’s looking to bury her nasty foot into my crotch nerves. I’m just hanging on for the ride at
this point. I smell the earth and grass from her cleats, as pick up my head and look across my
chest at her two black dusty baseball shoes sinking into my crotch. Suddenly I see stars, one of
Carols teammates press my head back down on the cold tile floor with her Nike sneaker.
Go ahead step on him, Carol yells!
This new woman, “Mary” say’s it’s ready or not here I come!
Turn your head to the side or I’ll step on your nose!
And the Mary steps up on my head with both of her worn sneaker soles mashing my head
sideways and then squashing my face. Mary is unsure of her balance, as she teeter-totter on
my ears and pinches my face against the floor, under her street smelling sneakers. Mary then
falls forward on me and grabs hold over the washing machine as I grown in pain. Mary now has
my nose is pinched shut, against the floor and the toe area on her right foot. Her left sneaker is
still mashed against my ear and neck.
I’m in bliss, Carol is still standing still on my balls, letting her cleats do a job on me. I really can’t
feel them at this point, I’m concentrating on what Mary is doing to me.
I smell Mary’s scent, while she’s still trying to stand on my head. Cigarette smoke and bar room
sweet smell waft from over my head. I feel like a floor. It’s a wonderful stranger’s scent, her
sneakers grind into my face and neck as she jerks he foot forward and back in an effort to
steady herself on my head.
Carol then barks an order to me… Take off your jeans and shorts. I want to crush your nuts. So
lets see them.
Get Mary off my head!! I try and yell out.
Nothing doing “Carol say’s” Lets see you do It Mary is staying right there on you!
Yahh I enjoying myself right here!
With that Mary lifts her right foot off of my face to reveal a nasty tread pattern cut into my face.
While Mary’s other foot, carrying her full weight, cuts deeply into my neck and ear. Mary then
plant’s her right
Nike sneaker back down on my face and twists her other foot on my neck and face in a side to
side motion.
I scream as her rubbery sneaker bottom is tearing my face In two directions at once.
I try and push her foot off my head, when another of Carols teammates grabs at my hands. I
then feel this new person, pinching and pulling at my hands with her long fingernails, She is
scratching my skin as I struggle to break free of her grasp.
“Wendy” “Linda” Stand on his hands quick! Carol shouts.
Wendy plants her sneaker down hard on my hand. While Linda pulls my other hand to the floor
and steps on it with her baseball cleats. Owwoh. She’s pinching my hand hard against the tile
floor. Linda then steps down on my arms with her other shoes nasty plastic cleats. I can’t move
my hand at all. She’s so heavy. I try to shift my eyes upward at Linda to see what she looks
like. But I get only as far as her dirt stained knees.
I try to pull my hand out from under Wendy’s foot, she seems to be more lightweight. I can’t
turn my head to see what she looks like at all. Mary sneakers settles on my face and neck as
Carols Baseball cleats shift forward and back on my numb dick. I think Carol is helping Mary
with her balance.
I’m now successful in pulling my hand out from under Wendy’s sneaker. “No you don’t the
women yell”.
Get his hand, someone!!
Home Plate
by Groundview ©
Part 2 next ….