Of the thirteen guys on the team, one is gay so he didn't do her (he seemed to enjoy watching, but I don't think it was her he was watching). One guy... was too drunk to get it up, so she just sucked him a little. The other eleven she fucked and sucked, over and over, until they began tiring out and drifting on home. Around three a.m. Joanne had one last orgasm around the third baseman's short, thick cock, and announced that she was finished.I helped her into the shower, and we washed each. "You can't cum in me, okay? Promise." "Never. Not unless you want me to." "I won't ask you to." "You might find it exciting." "I won't." She sounded pretty sure, but she also liked being bad. "How do you want me?" "I want to get behind you." She smiled and stepped over to the peircing table. "Here." She bent at the waist and pushed her fat round cheeks out, offering such a tempting target. She had the needles on the tray in front of her. "What are we going to pierce today?" I asked. "You. .Who's there?" My voice shook with both fear and excitement. "Shhh...don't move and you'll be just fine." His voice was solid and deep with strength so I dared not make any sudden movements or sounds. "Wha..what do you want?" My body tensed up as he moved closer to my bed. "Well, I wanted money, but it seems to me like you have nothing that I can pawn in..so, I'll take the next best thing.." His lips curled up in a demented smile from under his ski mask as he sat at the edge of my. Together they walked through to her bedroom where after a few long moments quiet, Charlene spoke. “Alright white boy, I figured it out.” He blinked, halfway through towelling one of his legs and he looked at her. “You have?” he asked, obviously uncertain about that. “You’re loving this. You’re crazy about me, white boy, admit it.” She said, raising her eyebrows. He blushed and opened his mouth to speak but she stopped him. “Yeah, I thought so. But don’t get any ideas. I don’t know you and you.