I’m a virgin, you know. I’ll bet you’d liketo fuck a human virgin, wouldn’t you? Is your dickgetting hard? Do you want to fuck...this pussy, boy?”Barney must have mistaken that for an invitation,because he suddenly jumped up and hugged her about thewaist while driving eight inches of cock up her pussy inone lucky shot that went tearing right through herprecious hymen, making Jo’s eyes bug out. Jo was sostunned she couldn’t yell much less speak. He. Getting called up even earlier was – or would have been – super-good news if the Norfolk Tides had been heading for Rochester, or Reading, or wherever. Anywhere except Gwinnett County, Georgia.Next morning, I drove from Norfolk to Baltimore, with all my worldly goods back in the CR-V. They had a nice set of home uniforms ready for me when I arrived – my name already neatly sewed onto the back above the number “52”.I wondered what famous players had ever worn number 52. None, probably.The. “It’s been a while for me,” he said.“Me too.”“That was wonderful, Ella. You’re amazing.”He pulled her into his arms and plunged his tongue into her mouth, sticky with his cum. He had one hand on her ass and the other between her legs.They climbed the rest of the stairs and walked a few more steps into his bedroom, where they embraced and kissed again. He slipped his thumbs under the shoulder straps of her jumpsuit and the leopard skin fell to the floor. All that was left was her skimpy, black. And she would come and come and come, while the storm raged around them.In the morning, she would wake up, stiff and sore, but satisfied. The rest of her life would be spent searching round the world to find a fuck to match the fuck of a god. An effort doomed to failure; but noble and uplifting, almost religious in its futility.Still, the swan bit bothered her.They had a couple of swans around. One old male named Max, and two females named Mean and Stupid. Max was the only one whose name was.